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wtfsteveharrington · 2 years

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put away my pride / roommate!steve harrington x reader

contents: requested - mutual masturbation where reader’s vibrator dies so they get a helping hand. i changed up the ask a lil but hopefully this still works!

roommate steve finds you flustered and on the hunt for batteries and wants to help take care of your bad mood.

if you squint there’s a bit of perv!steve energy. female masturbation w/ toy, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a hint of cum play. a lil praise kink for steve.

author’s note: this was meant to be pwp then steve harrington’s chokehold came back strong so SOME plot was made. no reader pronouns included nor body descriptors outside of fleshy/soft skin references.

word count: almost 4.6k

Steve would never tell you this to keep you from getting embarrassed - but the walls in your apartment are thin. And you? Well... You can be a little loud sometimes, much to his surprise.

Not just you, but late at night there’s this faint mechanical buzzing he can hear that keeps him up. He’s tried moving his bed to a different wall, tried asking if you could hear him rustling around at night, tried everything he could think of.

Alas.

You wait until it’s late enough that you’re sure he has to be asleep, pulling your heavy comforter over your naked body and getting yourself comfortable back on the bed. It’s been over a month since Robin had dragged you two towns over to go to some sex shop, getting the two of you matching vibrators because she was too embarrassing to get one by herself.

It sat in the box under your bed for over a week until one day you were so frustrated and needed an outlet.

You’d been on edge the whole day and didn’t have the energy to tease yourself tonight. The toy hums to life under the blanket and you quickly think up some plot to keep yourself entertained before bringing the toy towards your clit. If you had been more present you might have noticed that it sounded weaker than normal, but you weren’t.

The toy had, maybe, 3 minutes of life left. Even in your needy state, three minutes wasn’t nearly enough. You hear it start to slow down, muttering out a string of panicked profanities as the toy gives out on you.

You’re flabbergasted, pulling the blanket off your heated frame which sends the toy tumbling somewhere across the room. A problem for later. You had told yourself to pick up batteries on the way home but forgot and were now paying the price.

Stumbling around your dark room you pull a shirt from the pile of laundry in the corner and begin your hunt because surely there’s two batteries hiding somewhere in this apartment. You’d steal them from a different appliance if it came down to it. You’re turning the corner into the kitchen and letting out a small scream because -

“Holy fuck, you’re awake!”

Steve’s standing in front of the sink with a glass of water in his hands. Truthfully? He’s a vision. Shirtless with these light blue sweatpants sitting low on his hips, hair a crazy mess, and you refuse to let your eyes linger too long but you could swear there was a bit of a bulge under those damn sweats. “Couldn’t sleep.. What are you doing up?” You’re cursing yourself for not throwing on shorts or cleaning yourself up before heading this way because you’re pretty sure he could hear why you’re up if you take a step. Still on edge and wet and he looks so pretty that it’s not helping.

You’re walking over towards the sink, pulling out the junk drawer next to it and digging through on a mission. This night had already become significantly more frustrating than you anticipated and this wasn’t going to help. “Just uh, - Noticed my alarm clock was dead. Wanted to get new batteries in it so I don’t oversleep.” Steve’s chuckling into his water, giving the energy that he knows something you don’t. Normally it would annoy you but tonight you’re too focused.

Where are they?

Everything in the drawer is getting slammed on the counter. The batteries surely have to be rolling around somewhere in there. Steve’s leaning in closer to you, heat rolling off his body and the combination of everything is starting to make you dizzy. “What do you need? AA’s? Hate to break it to you but I took the last of ‘em for our TV remote.” Fuck. You’re gripping the edge of the drawer, leaning over it and trying to take a deep breath to calm yourself down.

Steve’s hand is on your lower back and he’s trying to reassure you with the touch yet little does he realize that it’s making your problem so much worse. “Wanna borrow my alarm? I don’t work until two tomorrow... Pretty sure I’ll be up before that.” You’re throwing everything back into the drawer, tears burning the edge of your eyes because you’re so frustrated. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight now. Won’t matter.”

Maybe you’re being a little dramatic but nothing’s worse than being so close and having it ripped away without a solution in sight. Yeah, you could use your fingers but it’s not the same. His hand’s giving your back a small squeeze while he sits his glass in the sink.

“What’s got you this worked up, huh? Anything I can do to help?”

It feels like there’s something laced in his words but you can’t decide if it’s actually there or your brain is imagining it due to your current state.

He’s turning to face you, bare chest pressed against the side of your arm. Your cheeks are burning up and you can’t believe how much you’re falling apart from not being able to finish. Between the vibrator dying and the way you can smell how minty Steve’s breath is from brushing his teeth and the way his chest hair is tickling you with each deep breath he takes...

“Robin convinced me I needed this stupid vibrator and I kept telling myself I needed to get batteries after work for it because I’m practically -” You toss your hands up in the air with a scoff and you know you need to shut up but you can’t help yourself, “I’m addicted to using it. Like, fully addicted, Steve. All I wanted to do after this long ass day is lay back and make myself cum but now I’m standing in the kitchen looking crazy. I can only imagine what you’re thinking of me right now.”

You can practically feel how entertained he is. Lopsided grin as his hand presses deeper into your back. The pressure brings out this small moan from you that Steve’s not quite sure he didn’t imagine.

“M’not judging you. Trust me.”

Your shirt’s getting pulled up ever so slightly by his motions and he’s trying so hard not to look down and take in each inch of exposed skin. “I uh, - I could help. If you want me to, yanno? Getting girls off is one of the few things I’m good at and I don’t want you to suffer like this when I could easily take the edge off.” Blame how late it was for, blame the countless nights he’s spent listening to you moan in the other room...

Steve’s now cupping the back of your thigh, sliding up until you feel his thumb brush across the bottom of your ass. His lips are ghosting over the shirt covering your shoulder and you can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like on your skin. You whimper out this pathetic sound as he begins to knead at your tender flesh, pushing your hips back into his touch. The past few years have toughened up his hands. His grip is stronger, the pads of his fingers and palms not nearly as soft as you were used to from the boys you’ve been with in the past.

Plus, not to mention, it felt different because this was Steve touching you, after all.

“Gotta give me something... Tell me to stop if this is too much and I will. We’ll get you the batteries out of the remote and never talk about this again.” You barely let him finish before you’re turning your head to finally face him, leaning in to brush your lips along his.��“Need you to take care of me. Please.” He’s bumping his nose on yours, sliding his hand forward and giving you with a moan at the feeling of how slick your thighs were.

“Jesus Christ.”

You gasp as his fingers find their way between your folds, taking a small side step closer to him to give his wrist more space to move. The step has your thigh pressing along his crotch, now it’s both of you who are moaning at the sensation. Steve ruts his hips up towards you at the same time he push his hand forward to fully cup you, crooking his middle finger so it’s tracing the outer part of your folds. You finally lean in, connecting your lips in a kiss that’s messy and loud and so needy.

He adds his pointer finger to the mix, lightly applying pressure against your hole. You can feel yourself clenching at the touch, rocking your hips down on him. Pulling back from the kiss, lips glossy, you watch as the motion of your hips both works you up from the added pressure between your thighs and you can feel him getting harder on your side. The combination of all these sensations is making you lose all train of thought. This is crazy, isn’t it?

“Need to cum, Steve. Can you make me do that?”

“Yeah... Fuck, yeah, I can do that.” His hair is flopping down in his face as he nods his head along with his words, but that doesn’t stop him from watching your expression as he finally dips his index finger into you.

You’re gripping at his arm with one hand, his muscles flexing under your touch while the the other grips the counter for some sense of stability. Lips ghosting over each others as you gasp at the feeling. His thumb’s dragging along your clit at the same time he slips his middle finger inside of you too.

Steve’s finally kissing you and every nerve in your body instantly lights on fire. His lips are warm, more gentle than you expected. There’s a part of you that’s convinced you could cum from just his fingers and this kiss alone considering everything else that happened tonight. Both of you savor each time the other moans into the kiss.

You bring your hand to his chest, sliding it up through the patch hair then reaching down to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants. “Can I touch you?” He’s chuckling against your mouth, giving a small nod while reaching around to cup the back of your neck. In all honesty, Steve would let you do anything to him. Tilting your head just right so he can deepen the kiss at the same time your hand slips into his pants.

Running your fingers through the patch of hair, dragging your nails against the skin, the combination making him buck his hips up towards your touch. His hand starts picking up the pace, scissoring his fingers deep inside of you to stretch you out. Not that he’s expecting anything more than this… But just in case he wants you to be prepared.

Your hand goes lower, his length hard against your palm. He’s rocking himself towards your touch, lips parted against yours but there’s too much going on for him to be able to keep up with kissing for now. You wrap your hand around him, cursing yourself for not getting something to act like lube before you got this far. Nonetheless, Steve’s fucking himself into your fist, enjoying the drag and friction your dry hand provides.

The two of you work each other like that, a mess of needy touches and sloppy kissing. You’re pretty sure the both of you could finish like this if you gave it another five minutes.

Steve has other plans.

You feel the vibrations through his chest as he groans next to you, pulling your lip back gently with his teeth and slowing his motions between your thighs.

“So fucking wet. Let me clean you up... Gonna feel so much better.”

He’s fully pulling away from you, eyes hooded and his lips swollen. Falling to his knees in front of you and using a firm grip on your waist to turn your body so your back’s now against the counter.

Steve’s ducking his head under your shirt. You can feel him alternating between kissing your inner thigh and dragging his tongue over your heated skin as he gets closer to your core. He knows how badly you need him, a feeling that has his ego sent to the moon, but he’s not sure if this will happen again so he’s going to savor it while he can.

This damn drawer handle behind you continues to press into your hip. A stray thought passing through that holy shit you’re gonna be left with some insane bruises tomorrow. You barely have time to process that when Steve’s pulling all your attention back to him.

“You ever think about me when you fuck yourself?”

The question makes you gasp, throwing your head back as if not looking at him makes it better. How do you even answer this without sounding insane? His thumb is pressing firmly against your clit as if to punctuate his question before continuing when you don’t instantly answer, “Have you? Because I’ve thought about you. Know I shouldn’t but sometimes I can’t help myself.”

Your hips jolt back as his thumb now swirls your clit, “Yes. Sometimes you come home and I can tell your date didn’t go well... I’ll lay in bed and think about you using me instead of your fist.”

He doesn’t respond, instead rewarding you by finally leaning in and pressing a kiss to the left of your clit, the right, above it, then wrapping his lips around the nub while starting to move his fingers still buried inside of you.

You’re lacing your fingers in his hair, knees getting weaker by the second as you rock your hips towards his mouth. He’s lapping at your hole, letting his tongue just push in to tease you before showing your clit love too. You feel his fingers at your core now, one sliding inside of you once again while he sucks at your clit. He’s already worked you up, he knows one won’t do, so before you can even register there’s another finger being pushed in with the first one.

Steve’s fingers are dragging inside of you, a firm pressure along your walls, bending them to press down just right and - “Steve, fuck. Gonna cum if you keep that up.” That’s all the encouragement he needed to keep up that pace, continue tracing over your clit with his tongue at the same time. Flicking it against the nub, moaning into your sensitive skin.

There’s something about Steve Harrington kneeling on the kitchen floor, ignoring his own hard cock, and eating you out better than anyone else...

You’re tightening your grip on his hair, hips twitching as your orgasm builds deep in your stomach. He’s not backing off. Bottom lip dragging along your folds as he moves to suck your clit in between his lips now. You’re choking out his name, pressing your thighs tight around his head and throwing back your head as your climax hits.

Steve licks you through your orgasm, humming into your sensitive core as he works away. His grip on your waist is the only thing keeping you upright as your body starts to go limp, overwhelmed and exhausted from the night’s events. You can feel him sit your feet on the cold kitchen floor but you both know your thighs are shaking too bad for you to support yourself.

He’s chuckling to himself, admiring how much he was able to get you to fall apart before helping you jump backwards onto the counter. Maybe you shouldn’t be up there bare assed, neither of you particularly care at the moment.

As your body comes down from it’s high, you start to really notice how much Steve has given you without asking for a single thing in return. He’s straining against his sweats, shifting uncomfortably, cheeks turning rosy.

You wave him closer, giving him a sleepy and haphazard grin as he steps between your legs. He’s going to excuse himself to the bathroom or claim he needs to sleep... Make up something so he can go take care of himself.

Steve’s lost his train of thought as you brush your fingers alongside the top of his cock. You’re taking mental notes - slight curve, thick vein to the left of where you’re touching, his hips keep jerking when you gently rake your nails against his length. There’s a thick tension in the air that’s sending a shiver down your spine, the motion not going unnoticed. Both of you know you should probably go to bed, but Steve deserves more than a night of jacking off in his bed, right?

The question comes out before you can even register what you’re about to say.

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

Steve’s cock twitches beneath your fingers and you can hear his breath get stuck in his throat. He starts rocking himself into your hand and if you scoot up a little more - The head of his cock is now flush against your core. You watch as he grabs a hold of himself, dragging his tip through your folds and shuddering at how wet and warm and God he wants to sink into you so bad.

“Don’t know if I can fuck you just once. Think I’m gonna get addicted.”

Which makes you giggle. A lot.

You’ve seen him through all his phases, from King Steve to hopeless Steve, and you never once pictured that you would be his undoing. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in to press a kiss to his brow, his nose, his cheek, all the way until you’re kissing under his ear and -

“Make me yours then.”

Steve bites down on his bottom lip and has to take a moment or he’s running the risk of ruining this for both of you. He’s tapping himself on your clit one last time before lining himself up, meeting your eye and watching your expression as he starts to inch in. Your face scrunches up as you give Steve this gaspy moan that he’ll never forget. Once he’s fully buried inside of you, there’s a hand clutching at your hip while the other comes to cup the back of your neck.

“Feels good?” There’s more pressure on him to get this right with you. You’re nodding instantly, tightening your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Some of the tension in the air being replaced with nerves as it hits you both that holy shit you’re fucking on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, feels really good. Do you, Stevie? Feel good?”

He’s giving you this goofy little smile, giving an experimental rock of his hips. “Feels - shit... Feels amazing.” Stopping short of telling you that he’s already pretty sure you were the best thing he’s ever felt. That might be a little too much.

Steve’s lips drag across yours, moaning into your mouth as he starts to build up a rhythm. Slow, deep strokes. He’s a little caught up in his own thoughts - Trying to make sure he doesn’t do too much since you’re still sensitive, trying to show off for you after years of talking up how good he was, trying desperately not to make a fool of himself.

You stroke along his chin before letting your hands fall down his chest. “Too much going on in that pretty head of yours.” Tightening your legs around his waist and digging your heels into his ass so he’s bottoming out in you. He’s choking out a moan, hips instinctively rocking the best they can against the pressure you’re putting on his body.

“Wanna do a good job - Wanna impress you.”

His hips buck deeper, making the two of you moan in unison. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers lacing in his hair as you drag him into another kiss. The two of you haven’t learned the other yet, how you both like to kiss and be kissed, so it’s sloppier than you wanted but it gets the job done. Steve’s grabbing onto your hip with one hand, clutching the counter with the other for stability as he deepens his motions.

You whimper at the new sensation, thighs losing their hold on his frame as he fucks into you with a new passion. Muttering out a broken string of praises and pleas as he chases his own orgasm. Steve’s burying his face in your neck, all you can hear anymore is the sound of him moaning mixed with his shaky breathing right by your ear.

“Wanna impress me, Baby? Can you come for me? Know you want to so bad... Show me how good I feel.”

You’re not totally sure where this side of you is coming from, but you know you did something right when Steve brokenly grunts out your name and his hips start to lose their pace. You start clenching yourself around his length, sneaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your own clit. It’s rare you finish during sex, yet here Steve was making you think you could come twice.

He’s pulling away from your neck, lips finding yours with a feverish intensity you weren’t expecting. It’s needy, primal even. You’re whimpering into the kiss, dragging your nails along Steve’s back with the hand that’s not between your thighs. It hits you by surprise, that tension building up once again as you cry out Steve’s name.

It takes every ounce of strength for him to not finish deep inside of you as you come undone. Instead he’s pulling out once he feels you relax, choking out your name as he strokes himself through his orgasm, watching as each drop lands against your fucked out pussy. Admiring how pretty you look like this, how much he likes when you look like you belong to him. He’s unwrapping his fingers from his cock, reaching forward without thinking to collect the mixture of you both. Thick on his fingers, he’s making eye contact with you for a moment before looking pointedly down at your lips.

You part your lips, eyes focused on his as Steve’s fingers now weigh heavy against your tongue. Getting right to work cleaning him up, moaning at the way you two taste together. His eyes gloss over, pulling his fingers from your mouth then stealing one last kiss.

The two of you stay close for a few minutes, both trying to catch your breath and simultaneously letting the reality of the situation settle in. His forehead is pressed against yours. His hands lazily sliding along your thighs while yours are firm on his back.

Holy shit.

You just fucked Steve.

He silently gets to work cleaning the two of you up. Taking a moment to ponder between using a kitchen towel or a paper towel to wipe you down with - finally deciding that the paper towel was probably cleaner. He’s delicate with you. Catching your eye and waiting for the small nod of permission before reaching out to wipe your inner thighs. You grip his shoulder as he wipes at your core, heat rising to your cheeks before giggling out some apology about still being sensitive.

As if you need to apologize.

You watch, entranced by seeing him this up close, as he twists his head, pressing a small kiss to your fingers still resting on him, then stepping back and out of your touch. He toss the paper towels away before moving to grab the discarded cup of water from earlier. Filling it under the tap while he yanks up his pants much to your disappointment. It’s not an uncomfortable silence… Just the two of you trying to navigate what the hell comes next.

Steve takes a long drink of water and you let your eyes linger on the way a droplet finds its way down his adam’s apple before disappearing into the hair on his chest. Now that you’ve finally let yourself truly look at him, not just keep your guard up against admiring him... “You’re pretty, Steve Harrington.”

He’s blushing, choking a bit on his last sip of water. The half full glass is being offered your way and you use taking a drink of it to mask your entertainment at the sight of how flustered he got. Steve’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand then reaches over to squeeze your knee. “You’re not too bad on the eyes either.”

The glass is taken out of your hands once it’s empty, so you take that as your signal to hop off the counter. “We gotta deep clean this kitchen tomorrow. No way I’m gonna cook off these counters until I know we’re both off of them.” Now Steve would laugh, but you way overestimated how steady your legs were and land on the floor too unstable for your own good. You can hear him laughing behind you at the sight, reaching out to hold your waist and keep you steady.

You both start stumbling down the hallway, a mess of laughter and jokes and getting comfortable with each other once again. It’s not until you hit your bedroom door that you realize... What comes next? Is it bold of you to assume you two would sleep together? Does Steve even want to sleep next to you?

Glancing between the door, back at Steve, and towards his bedroom door - You decide to leave the decision up to him.

Easily navigating your dark room, you find your way to the bed and make a show of scooting all the way against the wall. Your door is still open, there’s plenty of space for Steve, it’s the best invite he could possibly get. So imagine your surprise when there’s nothing more than silence at the door before you hear him start to make his way towards his own room.

Not even a goodnight?

You sigh into the pillow, pulling your blanket tight around your body while squeezing your eyes shut. What the hell was that?

The fact that he didn’t even say goodnight was close to sending you into an overthinking spell - If it weren’t for the fact that seconds later you hear his bare feet padding down the hallway and Steve’s bursting into your room. “You always take up so much blanket I needed my own.”

“I do not! You always get hot while you sleep and kick it off, not my fault if I take advantage.”

He’s kicking something across the room, wincing in pain and stopping himself right before getting in bed. You can just make out him squinting and - “Holy shit, I think I just kicked your vibrator. Why was it so hard? I thought they would be like kinda squishy?” You’re squealing, pulling the blanket over your head to try and hide from the embarrassment.

“Steve Harrington! Shut up and get in bed or I’m going to lock you out!”

The bed dips besides you, Steve laughing while he wiggles his way under your blanket and draping his own across the two of you. “Fine, fine, Jesus Christ don’t lose your mind.” He’s pulling you into his chest, pressing a string of soft kisses against your shoulder. The two of you falling asleep easily.

Just know - Steve still wakes up with neither blanket in the morning.

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toji-bunny-girl · 2 years

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ANON says: Toji is just as obsessed w/ ur tiddies as you are with his, he just wanna breed you and make your tits so heavy with milk. when you’re on your period and your breasts are sore, he’s there to massage and suck on them to relieve some of the ache 🫶🫶

A/N: every time i summon for any thirsts or requests, I’m never disappointed by the horny anons in my inbox (bc I’m just as horny as them 🏃‍♀️💨) ANYWAY, HURRY SEND IN MORE TOJI THRISTS OR REQUESTS TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY BRAINROT WHILE YOU CAN

I just know that when you let him see your chest bare for the first time, he’s drawing back a groan before his mouth starts sucking on your flesh and his fingers are pinching on your buds.

Every night you spend with him always end up with your tits covered in his bite marks and hickeys cuz he just loves giving attention to your pretty tits, hands always on them in all positions he’s fucking you in.

Even if y’all aren’t doing anything sexual, his hands just naturally rest on your breasts whenever you lay your back against his body or when he has an arm over your shoulder and your tits are just there, easy for him to reach over and touch.

And YES, whenever you’re on your period and your tits are sore, THOU SHAN’T WORRY cuz mr sexy man here has already got it covered. All you need to do is gesture to him about it and he’s gently rolling his thumb and massaging your breasts in a second looking like this 😋 It’s a two–way advantage since he loves playing with your tits and you really need some relief for them (totally not self–indulgent cause my period is coming and my tits are sore too)

Not to mention his breeding kink, the thought of your tits full and heavy with milk turns him on so much during sex and he ends up hammering into your cunt before spilling his cum inside. (mf thinks its fun scooping them into your hole, not even a single drop of his seed leaking out AND pulling your panties up so it’ll stay in there longer— it makes your underwear dirty but he literally doesn’t care smh)

Now you think I’m done?? Nah nah cuz I haven’t even get to the point of TITJOB. This man absolutely loves it when your tits are covered in his cum and the way you press your tits together and let him fuck his dick between them. It’s like he’s in a haven of pillow, and it’s even better when your mouth is sucking on his tip and it just makes him 💥🤯

TLDR: Toji Fushiguro as a perverted boob man is 💯😰🛐

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lousolversons · 22 days

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Nicola Coughlan as Penelope Featherington in S01 of Bridgerton

#bridgertonedit #bridgerton #penelope featherington #nicola coughlan #tvedit #television #gif #would move heaven n earth for u bb #if i fumbled her i'd kms

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inkykeiji · 1 month

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Vox and electrical play I'm losing my mind

I KNOW he'd zap you when you get too close to cumming, a silent signal for you to stop nnnnnnnhhhjjhhhhh

OKAY YES YES YES holy shit anon this is an absolutely delicious idea and my brain totally short-circuited (lol) when i read it ooooh my gosh

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, electrical play, edging, implied mindbreak, overstimulation words: 428

he likes to use the electricity conducted in his claws—finds it more personal, more intimate that way—and will absolutely use it to edge you. he knows your body so well, has analyzed all of your mannerisms and micro-expressions right down to every twitch and quiver and whine, so he knows how to pull you apart and painstakingly put you back together. he knows that the trembling of your thighs means you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy; that the scratching of your nails at his wrists, his shoulders, his chest means more, more, more, fuck me harder, faster, rougher; that the rolling of your eyes, whites framed by fluttering lashes, means your brain’s turned to a pleasant buzz of incoherent static.

as such, he knows exactly when to strike.

it’s so sweet to see the way you jolt with each zap—he swears it’s one of his favourite sights, the way your flesh ripples so prettily as the current surges through your veins. he swears he can almost see it, that bolt of teal electricity racing your blood, leaving sizzling sweat beading on your skin.

it’s so precious, how a little too much will leave you stunned and stupid, body gone rigid for a few seconds before it mollifies beneath his touch again, shimmering cords of drool oozing from your mouth and crystalline tears embellishing your eyes, glittering as they catch on the jagged strikes of cyan lightning cracking around his form.

it’s so cute when you ask him for more even after his relentless assault, your body malleable and aching, fresh burns in the shape of his claws singed into your hips and thighs, your pleads heavy with pleasure and tangled in threads of spit. it makes him feel fucking incredible, invincible, how desperate you are for him, how devoted you are to him, even as he sears your mind to nothing but pretty blue cinders. it’s beautiful; you’re beautiful with him coursing through your body—his electricity crackling in your muscles, his love fizzing in your heart, his cock stuffing your cunt to the brim.

but what he doesn’t expect is when his warning tases evoke the opposite of the intended effect—instead of halting your orgasm, it accelerates it, the sparks zipping through your veins coalescing in the pit of your tummy and forming one dense, pulsing ball of heat, furling tighter and tighter in on itself until it explodes, your cunt convulsing around him in the cutest spasms, gushing all over his cock.

and, oh, he just learned some very valuable information.

author’s note: alsooo i absolutely think vox has the ability to ‘store’ energy in his claws to save it up for more intense shocks, and i think he’s obsessive and methodical with the whole process, even as he’s fucking the life out of you, analyzing which type of shock he wants to use next; something big and stinging? something that’s just going to send tiny zaps of electricity shooting through your veins? which is best for the present situation? it’s all part of the fun to him ♡

#vox x reader #vox x you #vox x y/n #vox smut #hazbin hotel smut #AAAAAAAH ANON #MY BRAIN: FRIED #WHEW #he’s so sexyyyyy #thank u for sending this in anon ohhh my gosh #i hope ur having a fabulous wednesday bb!#pls stay safe and don't forget to hydrate!!!#inky.vox #inky.hazbin #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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thebearme · 9 months

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Each art is based off a different theories for the future of Cassie and the story.

#fnaf #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb ruin #security breach ruin #fnaf cassie #fnaf gregory #fnaf eclipse #fnaf mimic #roxy wolf #roxanne wolf #1) Cassie become the new vannie because of the brainwashing the mimic did while gregory has to fight one of his only friends #2) the Brazil ending takes her to the balloon boy mini games like gregory #she's put into a forever carnival w/ BB (gregory) eclipse n possible baby #all the while she trys not to go [INTO MADNESS]#im telling u man it would be perfect #3) it going with the roxy fighting the mimic audio and which she lost #cus of the chip in cass brain from the mask she WOULD hallucinate roxy instead of the mimic #4) going with notrealname's idea of greg and cass being enemies as adults but still having the same goal of stopping fazbear inc

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goldensunbathed · 1 month

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can you do premoon!remus x sunshine!reader getting into an argument bc remus snapped at her???

(also can I be anon 💌 if you do emoji anons?)

thank you for requesting lovie, forehead kisses<33 and yes ofc you can be anon 💌!!

this isn't rly an argument, more like remus being a dickhead:(( also, i know this writing isn't very good, I'm still getting used to this format of writing<3

326 words, remus lupin x f!reader

When you walked into the Gryffindor common room, your heart jumped at the sight of Remus, it always does. No matter how long you've been together (whether it was the first day of dating or now, 6 months in), he always makes your day brighter.

"Hi, darling!" You say, placing a hand on the back of his head, stroking it before sitting beside him.

"Hi." He doesn't look up from his book, and his tone is a little different than it usually is, a bit bitter.

"What are you reading?" You ask, leaning back in your seat, tucking your feet underneath your thighs.

"Nothing important." He says as he flips the page. Your eyes flicker up to James and Sirius, hoping they'll say something.

"Moony got a 99 on his potions quiz!" Sirius pipes up, sensing the awkwardness.

"Did you? That's great, sweetie!" You place a simple hand on Remus' thigh.

"Could you please stop talking? Seriously, you're so annoying. Can't you see I'm reading?" Remus exclaims. You realize the moon is soon, but his anger has never been directed to you until now.

You're brightness dims, your smile dropping a bit. You take your hand out of his lap and place it into your own, your heart stinging a little.

"Um, sure." You look at your legs, suddenly feeling like you shouldn't be around anyone at all.

"Thank fucking Merlin, giving us all a break." He shakes his head going back to his reading.

A few minutes pass by of the four of you in complete silence before you stand.

"I'm gonna go up to my dorm, it's getting a little late."

"Whatever." Remus says, still not looking at you. Your heart breaks a little everytime he opens his mouth.

"Okay."

James smiles at you, guiltily, standing and giving you a short hug.

"Night, love, sleep tight." Sirius says, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze before letting you leave, padding up the stairs.

#anon 💌#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #no use of y/n #rjl #remus lupin one shot #my bb:(#ask goldie anything #light angst

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iheartliquor · 2 years

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#ORANGE CRUSH #THE KILLERS #WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG #CLOTHES I MADE #hehe #T SHIRT I MADE FOR MY BEST FRIENDD #lyrics #ORANGE CRUSH SLUSHIE IS MY HANGOVER DRINK RN #N ORANGE CRUSH IS MY CHASE DRINK RN TOO #AND I JUST WENT N PARTIED HARD W MY BEST FRIEND N WE DRANK TONS OF ORANGE CRUSH #THE ENTIRE WEEKEND I KEPT ON BUYING IT #N SHE WENT TO GET US CHASE ONE NIGHT AND RAN BACK SMILING W A 2 LITRE #SHE LOOKED BEAUTIFUL N FUNNY N BLESSED #W HER BEAUTIFUL BIG BOTTLE #N SHE MADE A ORANGE CRUSH PAINTING AND GAVE IT TO HER BF #N IM DOING A ORANGE CRUSH APINTING #TOO #I SAID BABY I HOPE U THINK I DIDNT BITE UR IDEA #SHE SAID NO OF COURSE NOT BB #ANYWAYS THIS IS FOR HER SHE'LL LOVE IT #SHE LOVES THE KILLERS #I ONLY HAD A FUCKED UP GILDAN TEE THO RN #SO AM GUNNA LIKE DO A BETTER VERSION I THINK #IT LOOKS LIKE ORANGE CRUSH N STOLI IS THE ANSWER TO ALL UR PROBLEMS HUH

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bumblesimagines · 3 months

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but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

- Cassie Howard

but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Gathering the multiple party-sized bags into your arms, you peered over the top of them as you followed Lexi out of the kitchen and into the living room where the girls had gathered around. From the flush on Cassie's cheek and the way Maddy and Kat giggled, Suze must've told a helluva story. Lexi carefully balanced the small cups of dippings with one arm and began setting them down on the coffee table alongside the scattered candy wrappers and beer cans.

"Finally," Maddy groaned, wiping her lips free of beer and reaching for one of the tortilla chip bags you held. She ripped it open and dug inside, pulling two chips free and eagerly dipping them into the guacamole. She did a blissful shimmy when she munched on the chips and happily went in for more chips.

"So, (Y/N)," Kat began with a wicked grin, her eyes watching you set the rest of the bags down on the table. You glanced at her questionably and settled down nicely beside Cassie, already feeling ganged up on from the way Maddy and BB turned to Kat expectantly. She took her time, sipping on her beer and taking a bite out of a chip before continuing. "I heard that you and Tammy Lewis were getting a little cozy at the movies last Sunday."

"What?!" Maddy nearly shrieked with a mouthful of chips, her head whipping around to look at you with wide eyes. "You dick! Why didn't you tell us?"

The guys at school who constantly badgered you with questions as to how you could've possibly managed to land a spot in a friend group consisting of the prettiest popular cheerleaders in school had no clue the type of torture you'd been under since 6th grade.

It'd all started one fateful afternoon during lunchtime when the snotty boy in front of you had made fun of Kat and tried to flee before Maddy could lay into him. It'd been instinctive how you stuck your leg out and sent him toppling to the floor. The humiliation of not only falling in front of half the school combined with getting a bloody nose had made the boy cry and you'd been given a couple days of suspension. When you returned afterward, you'd been formally invited to sit with the girls at lunch by none other than Madeleine Perez.

From then on, the girls kept you around and you were quickly dubbed the luckiest guy in school, even if you viewed all the girls as sisters and they treated you like a baby brother they liked dressing up and cooing over. But along with the territory of brother, came the gossip, drama, and the fact every single person you vaguely showed interest in had to be approved by the council.

"It's not serious, Mads, I swear. It's just.... dating. We're not together."

"Not yet." BB cooed, exhaling a breath of smoke and snickering when you groaned.

"Tammy Lewis," Maddy murmured and leaned back into the cushion of the couch with squinted eyes. "She's pretty, I guess."

"She's failing English," Kat added, "Like kindergarten reading comprehension type of failing."

"I think she's sweet." Lexi piped in, cradling a cola can in her hands and shrugging her shoulders.

"It's not serious," You groaned again. "I would've told you guys if it were, I swear! It was just one date and nothing happened."

Maddy squinted again. "Nothing? Not even a little kiss?"

"Maybe... maybe like one kiss-"

"And you didn't tell us?!" Maddy shrieked again and grabbed a pillow, tossing it over the coffee table and hitting you square in the chest. Unnaturally quiet Cassie laughed, albeit forced and slightly awkward, and retrieved the pillow before it could go tumbling to the floor. You glanced at the blonde, finally noting her lack of input but decided to leave it for later rather than put her on the spot.

The rest of the night had been the same as others, with a couple movies put on the TV until the girls ultimately passed out either on the floor or the couch. Suze ensured everyone had blankets and pillows as she called up the parents to alert them their kids would be staying over before she retreated upstairs to her bedroom with one last glass of wine in hand.

You'd been curled up on the end of the couch on the brink of dozing off until the feeling of someone slipping by startled you awake and you caught Cassie slipping into the kitchen. You yawned and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, tugging the blanket over your shoulders and shuffling after her into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey," She greeted quietly, taking a water bottle out of the fridge and drinking from it.

"You okay?" You questioned and leaned against one of the counters, trying to fight the exhaustion from clouding your brain. Cassie brushed some loose strands of hair back and took another sip of water, the look on her face conflicted. Cassie confided in you all the time, whether about guys or her mother, so her hesitation seemed odd.

"When were you going to tell me you were seeing someone?" She asked quietly, running her finger over the rim of the bottle. "I thought I was the first person you told about that stuff."

"You've got a lot on your plate already, Cass. I thought it'd be better to let you recover from... everything." Your eyes flickered down to her belly. She'd hardly been able to tell the girls about it when she found out, seeing as Maddy and Kat had gotten into it and angered each other that day. McKay had known, of course he had, but he hadn't been the one she called when the procedure had been over and done with.

"I... I'm fine, (Y/N). I'm past it. I'm past McKay. He didn't make me feel... special or loved or.. beautiful. I know that's how love is supposed to make you feel. It- It shouldn't make you feel like shit." Cassie said, setting the bottle aside and turning to face you. Her eyes softened and then began to glisten with tears. You frowned and moved the blanket from your shoulders, taking a step closer and wrapping it around her instead. "He wasn't the one for me... but what if you're the one for me?"

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria x male reader #euphoria x y/n #euphoria x you #cassie howard #cassie howard x reader #cassie howard x male reader #cassie howard x y/n #cassie howard x you #maddy perez #kat hernandez #euphoria bb #lexi howard #suze howard

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ଘ ~• request

BLOOD THIRSTY

──────────o.miguel

⤷ mission and violence free, miguel has been having a thirst for blood. telling him you were on your period definitely triggered his call to feast.

tw: blood kink, oral sex (female r.), unprotected sex, breeding kink, not proofread, mating press ,MDNI

“daddy, can you put on barbie?” your five years old asked her father, turning her head around as she sat on the carpet in front of him. miguel has been sitting in the living room, watching cartoon movies with his daughters as you took your shower, taking longer than usual since you needed to relax from how tired and tensed your period’s got you. you’ve been heavily bleeding and although you love your daughter, the TV sound was becoming extremely unbearable.

you wrapped your bathrobe around your wet naked body before slipping on your slippers and walked to the living room. “honey it’s past your bedtime. let’s go to bed.” you called out, hoping she wouldn’t try to outsmart you and try to watch TV a bit longer. however she was getting tired, her small yawns ahead of her as she extended her hands for her father to pick her up.

he softly smiled at her, reaching to pick her up and kissed her head as he walked to her bedroom and put her to bed.

you were back in your room, preparing yourself before bed, lathering your soft skin with vanilla scented lotion. you smiled at your husband as he entered the room, your hand applying the cream right above your breasts. “hi baby,” you called out, watching his tall figure standing behind you, hands resting on your hips and chin on your shoulder. “you smell good,” he said, kissing your cheek. you applied some lotion on your finger and poked his nose with it, his face instantly scrunching up.

you laughed, spreading the cream around the area. “there you go.” you stood silent for a while then said: “i’m so tired of being on my period. my breasts are swollen and my back hurts and i just ugh,” you sighed. you didn’t notice miguel’s eyes darkening when you mentioned your period, his blood thirst reaching its highest peak. “you’re on your period?” he slowly inquired, his hands massaging your hips. you nodded, reaching to grab your period panties. his fast movement stopped you, tossing the fabric aside then turned you around. miguel was heavily breathing, his mouth slightly opened. he looked starved.

“baby, what are you doing?” within seconds, his mouth was on yours, kissing you passionately and hungrily. his rough hands were holding your head as you tried to breath, his carnal instincts taking over. “baby, we can’t” you managed to say between kisses.

“i need a taste, please,” you were taken back by his begging, slowly understanding what was his need. “i want to make you feel good, let me make you feel good mama,” he breathed down your neck, biting into your flesh making you wince. licking the small beads of blood that gushed out from his sharp fangs, he straightened his stance again, looking down at you. you placed your hands on his chest as you pushed him towards the bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge before he swiftly and gently switched places with you so he could lie you down.

he began kissing your legs, slowly going up your thighs, the scent of blood driving him crazy. “mig,” you called, playing with his dark beautiful hair. “please,” you patiently waited for his next move. he smirked at you then spat on your pussy before lapping at it. your legs bent, hands grabbing his hair as he kittylicked your clit, teasing the both of you before he began sucking your slit. “dios mío,” he wrapped your legs around his shoulders to get a better angle at eating out your pussy, your moans and shudders exciting him to keep him going. the heels of your feet dug into his back as he fingered your entrance, enjoying the way it was bringing out the blood.

“shit, mig, slow down,” you moaned out but he didn’t listen. he was too busy sucking and slurping at your pussy, the taste of your blood driving him crazy. he wanted to know how your cum would taste if it was mixed up with your blood. he was going feral and there was nothing you could do about it. he tongued your pretty pussy, feeling the inside of your cunt. you were so sensitive on your period, everything felt great and exquisite. which got you fondling your breasts and slightly pinching at your sensitive buds to reach you closer to your climax. “wanna cum baby?” he spoke against your slit, his words sending vibrations through your skin.

you nodded eagerly, not being able to form your words correctly. in a minute, he had you bucking up your hips for him to eat you out even more, your orgasmed rushing through your veins as you arched your bed from the mattress. “mig, stop, t-too much,” you attempted to push him off. but he didn’t listen. miguel was usually very cocky in bed. physical and orally. but right now he was too busy feasting. you heard the shuffle of his shorts being pulled down and that’s when you realized what would happen next.

miguel finally pulled away, his chin and mouth covered in your fluids. he cleaned himself with your bathrobe before climbing on top of you, simultaneously stroking his dick before pushing it in your tight abused cunt. you gasped out, his hand silencing you as he pounded your pussy. you were so wet it was driving him crazy. suddenly, a weird sensation went through your body, your hand pushing his away from your mouth to mutter the following words. “miguel… i want a baby,”

his eyes darkened again, almost becoming the same color as his beautiful hair. he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he groaned out, your words destroying all self control he had left. “if you fill me up good, fuck fuck, it might stick,”

“you’re gonna be the dead of me, mierda,”

and with that, he picked up his pace, his roughness pressing your into the mattress as his bent your legs to put you in a mating press. “i’m gonna get you pregnant, i won’t stop, until you’re pregnant,” he grunted, his forehead against yours as he fucked you.

miguel was carnal. breeding you while being on your period was something he will definitely be adding to his upcoming agenda.

#anon request #HOPE YOU LIKE IT BB #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara ofc

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glitchysquidd · 1 year

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Y/N's Notebook

-rest below the cut-

Part 1

More will be made later

#my art #frighteningly intriguing #frighteningly intriguing fic #y/n x springtrap #reader x springtrap #fnaf springtrap #y/n notebook entries #fnaf #five nights at freddy's 3 #fnaf 3 springtrap #phantom foxy #phantom bb #phantom freddy #phantom chica #phantom mangle #spring bonnie

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cyanful · 1 year

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h a r m o n i a

#n #n pokemon #artists on tumblr #my art #pokemon #pkmn #pkmn BW #rival n #pokemon fanart #n harmonia #soft boi bb man

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tom-whore-dleston · 4 months

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for the event how about snooze with steven grant <3333 they just fit so perfectly together !!

Snooze

Pairing: Steven Grant x f. reader

Word Count: 1.5k

This fic contains: fluff, neighbors to lovers, insomnia, meet cute scenario, confessions, kissing, corny play on lyrics of Snooze

Summary: You are the main constant that helps combat Steven’s insomnia. This night, things are a little bit different.

Notes: omg Sil you are so right about how Snooze is Steven-coded!! Thank you bb for the request and I hope you enjoy 🥰🫶🏽 Thank you to @potatothots for beta reading and sharing your insight 🩷

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Steven glared at the blue squares of his Rubik's Cube. It had been the third time he solved the three dimensional puzzle since the moon illuminated the night sky. The toy tumbled into his lap as Steven’s groggy eyes flickered towards the shimmering sphere that tauntingly gazed back at him.

The classical record that was meant to aid his sleep came to an end. Steven lost track of how many times he played that record. When his insomnia began many moons ago, the record did wonders for his sleep. Now, it basically is a broken record because of how often he played it at night.

Yet, there was one constant that always helped him fall asleep. And that was you.

You were new to the apartment complex and moved in right next to Steven. The way you both met was one for the books. Your flat mate was running late for work due to lack of sleep from the night before. He rushed out the door, struggling into his coat. Without realizing, his shoelaces dragged carelessly across the floor. Steven, as clumsy as he was, crashed into you carrying a box of clothes, and you both fell to the floor.

The British man’s eyes widened. “Oh my- I am terribly sorry! Are you alright?” His eyes widened even more after one glance upon your beauty.

You sat up chuckling, unaware of his gawking. “No need for apologies. I am perfectly fine.” Then, you noticed the items scattered on the floor. “Although, I’m not too sure about the pile of clothes.” The man mirrored your movements as you crawled towards an article of clothing.

“Allow me to help you ma’am,” Steven began tossing shirts and sweaters into the box. As you reached for your favorite scarf, a strong hand slightly brushed against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, smiling softly. You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his brown eyes.

“Oh heavens, I am late for work!” He checked the time on his watch and began to panic. “I missed my bus, too!”

“Perhaps I can take you to work?” You helped him to his feet, and your cheeks grew hot as he began to tower over you.

“Oh no, I-“

“It’s okay. I want to.” You paused. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

Steven unclenched his jaw and let out a quick laugh. “Thank you ma’am! I cannot thank you enough for your kindness.”

“It’s my pleasure…” your voice dropped upon realizing you didn’t know the name of the British man before you.

“Steven. Steven Grant.”

It was a typical late Saturday night when you arrived at your apartment complex. Your watch peeked through your cuffed long sleeve, catching a glimpse of the time.

3:00. That was a record time for the latest you came home from a shift at the local bar. Your body, especially your legs, yearned to crash into the coziness of your bed and sleep until the sun was at its peak in the sky. As you approached the door to your apartment, you stopped in your tracks after meeting your neighbor’s hazy eyes.

“Steven?”

The gentleman in question half smiled. “Hello, darling.”

“Rough night?” You interrogated knowingly. Steven nodded with closed eyes.

You fumbled your key into the lock for a moment before opening the door and stepping to the side. “C’mon in. I’ll make us some tea.”

Steven walked into your apartment and headed towards your couch, as he had done many nights before. He wrapped himself in the blanket you knitted yourself as you fixed a pot of tea. The blanket smelled like you, which always brought him a sense of comfort. A kind of comfort he couldn’t find in his own home. In fact, Steven couldn’t remember the last time he felt any sense of security before meeting you.

“You really fancy that blanket, huh?” You giggled, admiring how adorable he looked being swaddled in your own creation. The day you moved in, you decided to knit a blanket to combat your boredom. Once it was finished, you didn’t dare touch it as you were too afraid it would get ruined. The first night you welcomed Steven into your apartment, he was immediately fascinated with the blanket that he cozied onto your couch bundled in the blanket before falling into the best sleep he had in a while.

“I do, indeed. It helped me sleep when I had no other way of falling asleep.” Steven peered down at the wooly fabric, tracing over the patterns as if his next words were hidden between the stitches.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped you in a subliminal way.” The rest of your surroundings blurred as Steven became the focus of your gaze. Your heart skipped a beat as the dim light in your living room accented his structured face and wavy dark locks. Even with the blanket draped over his frame, his plain white t-shirt did little to hide his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

The abrupt screech of the kettle caused you to jolt and you quickly turned off the stove to avoid the sound reaching your other sleeping neighbors. After steeping chamomile bags in two separate cups, you joined Steven on the couch, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. You handed him a mug and he gingerly peeled it from your grip. Your teeth gritted together as his soft fingers brushed against yours. Steven frowned, noticing your shift in demeanor.

“You cold, darling?” He shimmied out of the blanket, letting it fall to his waist.

“It’s okay, it’s no big deal-” Suddenly, Steven scooted next to you before throwing the blanket over both of your laps with one hand. It was the smoothest thing you had ever witnessed, you forgot how to breathe in that moment.

“There we are. It wouldn’t be right of me to hog all of your blanket.” You couldn't help but laugh. Without further thought, you and Steven simultaneously sipped your cups of tea, the hot beverage instantly calming your mind and muscles. Steven hummed happily as the tea warmed his body. Yet, he was still wide awake.

The grandfather clock that stood strong in your living room ticked loudly to fill the silence of the room. It glared dauntingly into your and Steven’s souls as you drank your tea while avoiding each other’s gazes. The pendulum swung from side to side as if waiting for one of you to make a move. As Steven drank the last drop of tea, he was left with no other choice but to break the silence.

“You know something, love?” You suddenly became more interested in Steven as you set the mug on your coffee table. “Ever since I met you, things have changed.”

“I hope it’s a good kind of change.”

Steven peered down, smiling softly. “Yeah, it was. For starters, you have really helped me combat this insomnia. I couldn’t tell you about the last time I had a good night’s sleep.” Your lips curled into a dopey grin, and your skin grew hot. Yet neither the tea nor the blanket contributed to the warm feeling inside you.

“Then, there is your kindness. No one has been as nice as you have been to me so it feels reassuring to know there’s still good people out there. You are also extremely bold. To move all the way from across the pond is…It’s brave. You’ve done all the things I’m scared to do.” He rambled on and on but one thing reeled in your attention. “To tell you the truth, I’m quite smitten with you, love.”

“Steven…” You were at a loss for words. Your heart skipped a beat after learning he felt the same way about you.

“Forgive me if I am too forward, but-”

“No, not at all. In fact, I feel the same way towards you.” Your hands met in the middle of the blanket, bringing you back to the moment your hands first touched outside your doors. This time, the spark between you two was much stronger.

“Can I kiss you, love?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

Steven laughed before cupping your face with his large hands and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet yet full of passion. It reminded you of a flame so bright you couldn’t help but reach out and touch it because you knew it wouldn’t hurt or scar you. Your lips molded together like a sculptor forming the greatest piece that’ll be admired for centuries to come. Time froze as your lips danced in unison and space ceased to exist around you and between you.

Losing sleep was the last thing on Steven’s mind. For how could he lose when he was with you? Sleep will eventually find its way back to him. He couldn’t snooze and miss the moment of you and him in each other’s embrace.

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slimynematode · 5 days

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hurr durr i like drawing urrr

#art #my art #star trek #mgs #mgs3 #sketch #oc #oc art #i had some ideas for bags n masks and like belt buckles #and also idk #hi #eva mgs #vsnake #bb mgs #ocelot mgs

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compaculaaa · 1 year

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It’s Mermay! That calls for Sparkling Guppies ✨

Trying to get into the groove of drawing bbs again so why not participate in Transformermay this year

#transformers #transformers animated #tfa #sparkling siblings au #mermay #the 3 bbs are going to grow up big n strong #I would also like to draw stuff with Alpha and Ultra #Cus I have no shame anymore #whoever can guess the fish they are gets a cookie #tfa optimus prime #tfa sentinel prime #tfa elita one #tfa ultra magnus #alpha trion #Transformermaids

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tang3r1n · 4 months

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who do y’all think would pretend to be a virg just so they could absolutely break your pussy and be like ‘am i doing good?? :)’

me personally? this SCREAMS Luffy and both his brothers(esp. ace<33),

gojo, yuuji,

MIRIO, IZUKU, kinda katsuki but also he’s not lying, DENKI, DABI but he’s cocky abt it, Twice<33, maybe prime all might…

idk Armin?? yeah armin. JEAN. AND CONNIE. AND HANGE. i’d say Sasha but she’s just a virgin who’s naturally good at sex idc idc. i’d also say eren but he’d be a nervous WRECK his first time then get cocky,

prolly Kuroo but also he’s actually a virg, HINATA AND NOYA, Suga(??), OI-no too cocky, Iwazumi—OH FUCK he’d be so good at that. Daishou(?), either of the maya twins, hnngh i rly wanna say ushijima… hrngh— tendou would play the part till the very end. FUCKING MATTSUN. no nvm, no wait jk maybe

#love love LOVE men pretending to be all shy n nervous but it’s just so hard when you’re all squeaky and whiny and soft and warm <33 #.v speaks #.venus updated!#mha smut #jjk smut #aot smut #one piece smut #haikyuu smut #i missed my haikyuu men :(#especially kuroo #he’s always been my no.1 #since 2018 bb

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moraxsthrone · 1 year

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OMFFGGG LILY WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME RN?? WHYYYY??

i was about to gtfo and make myself smth to eat and go maybe even go to bed at a respectable hour but now my head is DEVOID OF ALL THOUGHT EXCEPT DILF!ZHONGLI. 😭😭😭

okay but...

damn it. modern au!dilf!zhongli...

warnings: nsfw. mdni.

...who has been your kid's martial arts instructor for the past few months. he's kind, soft-spoken, and has the sexiest voice you've heard in your entire life.

...whose son/daughter has become friends with your child during this time. they've even taken turns having sleepovers, leading you and zhongli to interact outside of the dojo.

...who you learn is single when you ask if he or his child's mother will be picking them up the next afternoon.

...whose piercing amber eyes you've felt lingering on you just a little too long when he thinks you won't notice.

...who you volunteered to help tidy up the dojo with after lessons one Saturday afternoon while his assistant took all the students to get pizza.

...whose hips you feel press against your bottom when he reaches up to grab something for you that was just out of your reach.

...who heard the way you gasped when you felt his semi against your butt through his pants.

...who didn't back away when you pushed back against him.

...whose lips brushed your ear when he said, "i think we both have something the other wants..."

...who smirked down at you when you did an about-face and braced your hands on the edge of the countertop behind you while looking up at him with parted lips.

...whose eyes you could've sworn began to glow just before he leaned down and ghosted his lips against yours, tentatively.

...whose breath hitched when you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck and stood on your tippy toes to capture his lips in a kiss.

...whose print is tenting his grey joggers when he cups your sex in his skilled hand.

...who moans into your mouth when you push your fingers inside his waistband, moving things along bc you know you've only got so much time. (before the author starves to death)

...who wraps his strong hands around your waist and hoists you up, the bare skin of your trembling thighs slapping against the cool surface when your short, little skirt (that he KNOWS you wore on purpose) rides up around your hips.

...who hooks his hands in the pits of your knees to open and push your legs back to expose the fact that you're not wearing any underwear.

...whose cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your clean, naked pussy lips spreading for him before he leans in to finally taste you.

...whose warm, wet tongue circles your clit before taking it between his soft lips to suck.

...who moans with you in his mouth when you push your fingers into his auburn-tipped hair and grab a fistful of it.

...who has you arching your back, slick dripping off the edge of the counter as he furrows his brow and sighs against your cunt.

...who's fisting the thick head of his cock through the grey cotton material while he drinks down every drop of your orgasm.

...who lifts you up and helps you down, only for you to lift his shirt and make out with his abs and chest before pulling your own top off.

...whose waistband you hook your fingers around and slowly lower until his hard, leaking cock springs out to slap against the narrow line of dark brown hair beneath his navel.

...who wedges his naked hips between your moist thighs as you lay back on the tatami, fingertips grazing the length of his torso along the way.

...whose sculpted build would give apollo a run for his money, abdominal muscles contracting and relaxing with every quickened breath as he settles between your open legs.

...who leans down to suck and nip along your carotid while his drooling tip bounces against your naked sex.

...who releases a shaky breath when you wrap your hand around his cock and guide him to your entrance.

...whose broad tip stretches your pink opening as his hips lean into yours.

...who curses under his breath when your tight ring closes around the protrusion of his glans with a soft pop.

...who relishes the feeling of your calves pressing against his naked ass to pull him deeper as you whimper his name.

...who takes his time inching inside you, withdrawing an inch or two here and there to feel the tight warmth of your walls try and pull him back in.

...who lifts your hips off the floor to let your bottom rest on the tops of his thighs before he begins to thrust, slow, but deep.

...who watches you - your open-mouthed gasps, your hard nipples jutting towards the sky when you arch your back, your arms trying to ground yourself as he begins to thrust into you faster, harder.

...who reaches behind his back to wrap his long, slender fingers around your ankles and guide them to the tops of his shoulders on either side of his neck.

...who hugs your thighs while he drags his slick cock in and out of you with powerful thrusts with sharp slaps of wet skin.

...whose quiet grunts and groans are barely audible over your pitiful whines and loud moans as he leans forward, pressing your thighs back with the weight of his body and the force of his fucking.

...who screws his eyes shut when you cum on the curve of his cock while whining and pawing at his chest.

...whose own orgasm is impending swiftly, as indicated by the quick, uneven thrusts of his cock inside your spent cunt.

...who lets one of your thighs fall open when he pulls out with a long, drawn out groan.

...who jerks his closed fist over the head of his wet, twitching cock a few times before his facial muscles relax and the first of several spurts of his white hot semen streaks across your belly.

...who looks down at you with knitted eyebrows as he squeezes the last drops of his cum from his spongy cockhead onto your sticky skin.

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