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chernayavidua · 6 months

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incoming signal from @nightvow: ‘ i’ve never seen you at one of these things before. ’ / meme --- accepting

TRAFFICKERS TAKE ON ALL FORMS, this she learned early on in her life. they’ve wormed their way into all levels of society and while she knows she cannot single-handedly take them all down, she does what she can. which is why, after leaning on her connections for a way in, natasha finds herself on the list for a humanitarian aid gala and auction hosted by none other than bruce wayne. and with the help of phil coulson and money that won’t be missed, the necessary shell corporations are created, and the money is transferred into the appropriate accounts. kate march officially has a small non-profit organization all her own.

natasha finds herself milling about the large room filled with people in expensive clothes drinking champagne and eating way too much gold topped finger food. her own attire signals her out as someone that doesn’t quite fit in —the shimmery champagne colored gown doesn’t look expensive enough— but the styled up-do and artfully applied make up have made people pause and ask questions. (the alcohol they consume also helps to distract them when their questions venture into dangerous waters.)

HAVING SPENT THE LAST HOUR FLOATING AROUND the vast room, getting swept up in this or that conversation about the all the humanitarian aid the auction later would be contributing to. she smiles and her laugh is pleasantly melodic when needed. all the while keeping the real reason why she’d decided to help in her line of sight.

EXPERTLY DISENGAGING HERSELF from the current conversation, natasha makes a beeline for the bar and orders a cosmopolitan, kate’s favorite drink. the drink is a welcomed distraction if only for a moment as it is soon interrupted by a deep voice laced with curiosity. attention drifts from her person of interest across the room to the man standing next to her. “kate march.” she says, a smile spreads over ruby stained lips, hand extending towards the man. “pleasure to meet you, mr. wayne.”

#nightvow #hi hello! (:#thank you for sending this!!! <3 #i have yet to fully develop my dc verse so have this instead #if you want to discuss ideas or dynamics lmk !#два › truth is a matter of circumstance. ❪ ic reply ❫#q.

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imprvdente · 1 year

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@thenightmareofyourdrems sent: "You are intolerable but happy birthday" Draco giving her a card with this written in it from: Birthday wishes for Fish! status: accepting!

Fish opened the card, snickering when she read the lovely message Draco had written inside. “Awww, thank you Draco,” she said with a big smile, “you remembered!”

She planted a little kiss on his cheek. ”I knew you liked me!” she grinned mischievously.

#HJKDQSKDJSQ FISH LMAO #thank you for sending this!!! <3 #&(Draco)#Fish (Monet)#Hogwars AU #& thenightmareofyourdrems / Draco & Fish (I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck)

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chaoscrawls · 11 months

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❛ I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway. ❜

As their new companion addresses them, the lights in their eye flare bright momentarily. Slowly as they turn, their nail drags across the wall, creating a nasty scraping noise. "Most haven't." The god purs, canting their head is completely unnatural, bones cracking and teeth grinding on nothingness.

"Though I think most prefer it that way." Their body leans forward, looming over the man. "Yet, you are much calmer than most." The god pauses and despite not having any lips to smile, that is definitely the vibe they are giving off. "That's a point in your favour. I really rather hate it when people scream and cry."

#✺;;|| inbox - shcnshi #shcnshi #Thank you for sending this!!! <3

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hvbris · 1 year

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Olivia Colman, Green and bicycle?

from: send me a faceclaim, an object & a color and I’ll create an OC ! status: accepting!

Bael is a retired succubus. After falling in love with a woman, she decided to stop her demonic activities, instead moving in with said woman. Unfortunately, humans are very mortal, and her partner ended up dying of old age.

At her death, she decided to keep her partner’s flower shop, to honor her memory. Bael has kept and owned the little flower shop since the 1920s. She bikes to work everyday, and looks like a very normal, charming middle aged woman.

Once or twice a year she does have to feed, but it’s so easy now with online dating! The real problem is what to do with the corpses, though it does make for a very good fertilizer :)

#FSHJBQDJQSD #for the color green i took it liberally with flowers/flower shop ahaha #nature = green aha #thank you for sending this!!! <3 #answered #ooc

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starrystevie · 2 years

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ten. who’s the best dressed character (in your opinion)?

i have a tie because i literally cannot choose.

on the one hand we have my love, my light, steve harrington. all his outfits are simple but so effective (sans the pants from the yellow sweater look in season 4, those are the bane of my existence) and make him look like the hot boy that he is.

but i also think someone who is left out of the "best dressed" conversation that i think would/could/should win as best dressed is max mayfield. like hello? her outfits are all really good at conveying who she is and what emotions she's going through plus i want to wear all of them for the most part. like her mall outfit in s3 is what i wear in summer so i guess i'm a little biased.

stranger things asks: accepting!

#ask meme #anon #thank you for sending this!!! <3

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verm0uths · 3 days

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death & the world!!

[ MEME PROMPT ] MAJOR ARCANA OF THE TAROT HEADCANON PROMPTS [ STATUS ] ACCEPTING

[ THIRTEEN DEATH ] is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of?

vanessa has several things in her life that she should consider letting go of. her strained relationship with her sister, veronica, could benefit from reconciliation. despite it being a complex situation, vanessa is eager to heal their relationship and ultimately find a common ground. most importantly, she needs to seriously consider the possibility of divorce. there seems to be no saving grace for her man, rip.

[ TWENTY ONE THE WORLD ] is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish? what will they do when they complete that goal?

ideally, in the perfect timeline. vanessa would like to overcome the iron fist her father rules the kang family under. she wants to heal from generational trauma and forge a new path for herself and her loved ones. this may also include dismantling sentinel electric, but you didn't hear that from me!

#・ 🫧 ── 𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔 ❪ outbox ❫#thank you for sending this!!! <3

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energybind · 6 months

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as a scooby gang, they'd managed to wind up in some predicaments before. nothing that nobody wasn't able to weasel their way out of. [thanks to an injection from when they were babies and from a form of charm only young, money and power hungry, adults could have.] this had to take the cake, though. a night out at a bar gone wrong and so quickly: andre using his powers, a woman pierced through the neck, blood spilling out on the sticky floor, and a guardian saving the day. they'd manage to squeeze their way out of this one. for now.

@touchstarves [cate] › WE DIDN'T BRING HIM HERE FOR A FUCKING HAPPY MEAL.

❝ it's actually vought-a-burger— his favorite cheeseburger, ❞ yara clarifies before the realization dawns: this is not the time nor the place. the scene is set: andre perched on the edge of luke's bed, quiet as a mouse, hands covering his face as if they're erase the memory from tonight. luke and cate, kneeled down in front of him, attention once having been on him but now directed onto her. fuck. sighing, she sets the greasy paper bag on the end table to her right, before motioning for cate to follow her into the hall. once alone, she exhales the breath she'd been holding in.

❝ this is fucking overkill. seriously, cate? hiding andre? he didn't actually kill anyone— he made a mistake at the bar and we fixed it! well, marie fixed it, but that's besides the point. ❞

#touchstarves #written.#verse: gen v.#i hope this is okay!!!#thank you for sending this!!! <3

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daily-dragon-drawing · 6 days

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Hello, I really like your art, and I assume you’ve likely already made a fire dragon, but a picture I took reminded me of your dragon art. So I thought I’d send it anyway and see if you could make a dragon from it or link towards the post of the fire dragon if you’d already made one.

#107 - 火焰 (huǒyàn / flame) - Summon them with just a few dry sticks and a match! 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥

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nottsangel · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/rafesmuse/743661178308427776/rafe-cameron-the-type-of-boyfriend-to-keep-your?source=share

this!!! but you’re Sarah’s best friend. Rafe being a dick constantly finds a way to flash your nudes in front of her. One day she asks when you got that tattoo because she’s never seen it before. You think no one but rafe should be able to see that tattoo, when the realisation hits you turn bright red and you definitely shout at him about it later that night but he’s too busy trying to undress you to listen

link!

omg pls he’s such a fucking dickhead sdjdkdkd like that man does not give a fuck! he’d be with sarah in the house when he ‘accidentally’ drops his wallet with your nudes inside of it and acts like he doesn’t notice so she picks it up for him. “rafe you dropped your wa- what the fuck is this?” “oh whoops, im just so clumsy, aren’t i?” he’d reply sarcastically with a smug smile on his face as he snatches the wallet from sarah’s hand.

“i didn’t know you had a tattoo” sarah would later bluntly say when you’re hanging out together, completely catching you off guard. “what? i- i mean, i do, but how do you kn-“ your eyes instantly widen when the realisation eventually hits.

so later that night, you storm into rafe’s room, shouting, while he just lazily sits on his bed, scrolling on his phone. “RAFE CAMERON, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD. why the FUCK did sarah see those pictures?!” “jesus, relax baby, it was just an accident, a’ight?” he snaps back as you now sit next to him on the bed, still glaring at him with an infuriated expression. “rafe! those are meant for your eyes only!” he’s too busy now attentively pulling the traps of your top down, not even paying attention to what you’re saying anymore. “yeah yeah, i’ll be more careful next time, got it. now, c’mere and let me make it up to you.”

#♡ — love letters.#♡ — anon ¡! ❞#thank you for sending me stuff makes me so happy <3 #nsfw.daydreams #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron concepts

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naivegh0ul · 5 months

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OKAY BUT how about Older¡Ghost extremely jealous when his neighbor (reader) brings someone to her house to fuck with her? He would be extremely mad about it, but couldn't help but hear her moans and whimpers, wishing it was him instead making her feel good. (And to be honest, she may only did that to caught Ghost's attention )

YESSS god I love the idea of jealous Older!Ghost (it took me way too answer this i am so so so sorry anon!!!)

(warnings: smut, fem reader, older!ghost, jealousy, blowjobs, face fucking)

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It's 3am and Ghost hasn't gotten an ounce of sleep. How could he, when he can hear you moaning so sweetly through the walls. This has been a nightly occurrence. Ghost would go to bed, lay there for a while as he scrolled through pictures of you on his phone, and then the moaning would start.

The first time it happened, Ghost brushed it off, he's heard you pleasuring yourself through the walls before. Hell, he's even watched you. But this time you sounded different. Not so breathy, more high-pitched. Exaggerated.

The second time, he heard the creaking noise. Your bed must be rocking back and forth. Again, not the first time Ghost has heard that, but it is the first time he's heard grunts to go along with it.

Now, at three o'clock in the morning, Ghost has finally had enough. He climbs out of bed, feeling angry and annoyed. Angry that his sleep is being disrupted, and annoyed that he's hard from your moans.

He storms out of bed and out of his house, making his way towards your home in only a pair of grey sweatpants and socks, the imprint of his hard cock visible at the front of his sweats.

There's no response when Ghost knocks the first time, so he goes to knock again but your front door swings open before he can. "Mr. Riley!" You exclaim, slightly out of breath. "W-what's the matter?"

Ghost looks you up and down not so discreetly, noting the fact that one of your pant legs is riding up a little, and your shirt is up slightly, revealing the hickies and bite marks littering your stomach.

A twinge of jealousy filled Ghost at the sight. He has no right to be jealous, he knows that, but he is. You are his. Not officially, but you belong to Ghost. He knows what you like, how to crook his fingers to make you cry out his name, what filthy things to say to make you an embarrassed, whining mess.

That man in your bed probably has no idea what to do, he most likely just whipped his dick out and tried to put it in you, not even bothering to make you cum on his fingers first. He's probably your age, too. Young, immature, thinks with his dick.

Ghost can feel himself getting riled up the more he thinks about that stupid guy in your house. Ghost's is gonna give him what he deserves, the second he leaves your house Ghost is gonna wrap his hands around his throat and watch the life bleed from him-

"Simon?" Your sweet voice coos, pulling Ghost out of his spiraling thoughts. "Have a nice night." Ghost grunts out, turning away and walking straight back to his house.

Going to your house was a bad idea. You're a grown woman, for God's sake. He should leave you alone and stop being such an obsessive old man.

The sound of your sock-covered feet hitting the pavement has Ghost turning around before he enters his house. "Simon!" You say, looking up at him as you come to a stop on his front doorstep. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" There's clear concern in your eyes, making Ghost's heart melt.

"'M fine, love. Don't worry 'bout me." Ghost sighs, reaching forward to ruffle your hair. "Go back inside, 'm sure your guest is waitin' for you."

Ghost tries to turn around again but your hands reach out and grab the waistband of his joggers. "He..." You mumble, looking down at your feet. "He doesn't make me feel as good as you do." You admit as you glance up at Ghost with pleading, desperate eyes.

"Love..." Ghost sighs again "'M too old for you, alright? Go back inside, pretty girl." He leans forward and kisses your forehead softly and strokes your hair before pulling back.

Suddenly, you're on your knees in front of him, hands tugging at his waistband. "Please, Simon?" You coo, palming him through his joggers. Ghost swears under his breath, cock twitching and his hands curling into fists as he fights off the urge to give in.

No, he gave in once. He got his fill, he shouldn't be greedy. But you look so pretty in front of him, kneeling on the hard concrete, your face so close to his throbbing cock.

"You really want this, don't you?" Ghost says as he rubs the bridge of his nose. "Come on, get up. Don't want you kneeling on the concrete." Ghost reaches down and pulls you up, guiding you into his house.

Once the door is shut, you sink to your knees again, eager to please Ghost. "Fuck, you're eager." Ghost breathes as he undoes the ties on his sweatpants, pushing the garment down past his hips, exposing his cock to you.

He watches as your throat bobs and you swallow, your hands sliding up and down his thighs impatiently. Ghost wraps a hand around himself and strokes himself a few times, watching as you shuffle forward and open your mouth.

"Just this once." Ghost thinks to himself as he grabs the back of your head and slowly pushes his cock inside your waiting mouth, groaning loudly as the feeling of your warm, wet mouth engulfs him.

His hand guides you up and down the length of his cock, his fingers tangled in your hair and tugging ever so slightly. He has to fight the urge to buck forward, to fuck into your mouth as you drool all over him.

When he feels your hand on his balls suddenly, he jolts, a moan being shocked out of him as you gently roll them in your hand. "Attagirl," Ghost praises softly, barely audible over the sound of your slurping and gagging as you try to pleasure him at your pace, not his.

Ghost lets you do what you want, letting go of your hair and watching as you scoot forward and take more of Ghost into your mouth. It's a delicious sight, seeing your mouth stretching around him as your fingers wrap around the base of Ghost's cock.

You move further down Ghost's shaft each time, taking more and more of him. Your lips bump into your fingers as you take away one each time, building yourself up until finally you've got Ghost's cock buried deep in your throat, your neck bulging ever so slightly.

"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he throws his head back, bumping it into the wall. His hips jerk, forcing himself further down your throat and making his heavy balls slap against your face. When you swallow around him, it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. He has to pull you back so he can control himself.

You're pulled off with a wet cough, one hand holding your throat while the other wipes the spit from your mouth. "Why'd you stop?" You rasp as you look up at Ghost, licking your lips.

"Got close." You tilt your head at his explanation. "Why didn't you just cum then?" Your hand finds its way back to Ghost's cock, your thumb and forefinger gently pulling back Ghost's foreskin as you wait for a response.

"Didn't know if... mhm, if you wanted me to." He pauses mid-sentence as you wrap your lips around his tip, lapping the milky white precum beading from his slit. Your tongue digs under his foreskin, licking him teasingly.

You're so good at this, making Ghost feel like he has no control and you're in charge when you're only giving him a blowjob. You're not even doing anything special, not ordering him around or trying to be dominant, you're just gently suckling on his cock and now you've got him wrapped around your finger.

And it's not fair. Ghost wants to fuck a pretty girl like you with no repercussions, but he knows that's not possible, the moment they're having explains that all away. You can't get pleasure from anyone other than Ghost, and he can't stop himself from pleasuring you.

He's trying so hard to focus and what you're doing, but the way your hand strokes him and your tongue laps at him has him feeling floaty and drunk so he doesn't notice when he starts thrusting his hips forward slowly, fucking into the wet heat of your mouth.

Your hands hold onto his hairy thighs as he gently fucks your mouth, your nails scratching lightly as you let him do what he wants. He sounds so gorgeous, breathy moans and groans escaping his throat as he rocks his hips.

You watch him, big eyes looking up at Ghost curiously as you swallow. He looks so good from where you're kneeling, mindless yet focused as he moves you up and down on his cock like you're a toy, just a thing for his pleasure.

And you let him. You let him drag you along his cock or hold you still so he can fuck into your mouth; you let him lose himself as he stares into your teary, lustful eyes.

"So pretty down there." Ghost mumbles, slurring his words as if he's drunk on the feeling of you. "Perfect little mouth, so warm..." His hand moves from the back of your head to the side, Ghost's other hand joining in as he holds you still and slowly thrusts into your mouth, letting out breathy little grunts each time.

He's close, you can tell from the way his breathing speeds up and hips move faster, eagerly bucking into your mouth. Ghost gets rough when he's close, you know that, so you're prepared when he adjusts his stance and grips your head tighter, pulling you down so your nose is buried in the thick hair at the base of his cock.

"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he feels your throat contract, watches as your eyes water and your hands grip his thigh. "Good fucking girl, takin' me so well." His thumb swipes below your eye, wiping away your tears as his hips snap against your face, balls slapping your chin.

"'M close," He pants, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl?" At his words, you moaned, eyebrows pinching as you scooted forward on the floor and licked at the sensitive vein on the underside of Ghost's cock.

“Yeah, ‘s what I thought.” His hands tighten their hold on your head, pulling you closer to him. You’re a gagging, drooling mess, hands planted in your lap as you hear Ghost let out a loud, long moan, his hips stilling as he forces his cock further into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat.

When Ghost finally lets you off – after holding you there for an unreasonable amount of time – you splutter and cough, one hand gingerly holding your throat while the other wipes your mouth.

You stand up after a moment, knees clicking and cracking from being so stiff and you look at Ghost with a tiny smile on your face and a happy expression. Boldly, you lean closer, standing on your tiptoes as you go in for a kiss.

But Ghost stops you with a hand on your shoulder, shutting you down. “We shouldn’t.” He shakes his head as he speaks. He can see the look of hurt and confusion in your eyes as you step back, visibly embarrassed.

“Um, I’ll go now.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact. “Bye, Mr. Riley.”

#asks #fem reader #older!ghost #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost smut #i am so bad with posting stuff at a normal rate #i'm so sorry anon 😭#i had so much fun with this request tho #thank you for sending it <3

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chernayavidua · 3 months

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✉

(sms ➝ draft) everyone is worried about you

(sms ➝ draft) steve just wants to know you're okay

(sms ➝ draft) how are you doing?

(sms ➝ draft) want to grab dinner at that pizza place you like? i'll buy?

(sms ➝ draft) i'll be dropping by sometime later today

(sms ➝ sent) it was nice seeing you, parker. we should hang out again when you're not busy grading papers.

five + one text message edition

#webheadedhero #idk what this is srry :///#thank you for sending this!!! <3 #два › truth is a matter of circumstance. ❪ ic reply ❫

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zu-is-here · 9 months

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[8/7] his day ♡

The capricious pharaoh drives away his servants, while a delinquent soldier, who's never served in the palace, is sent to him to the mercy. The mistake with a hand fan could really cost Cross his life, but Shattered finds it so amusing that he spares him :'D

Shattered Dream from shattereddreamsau by galacii-gallery / galacii || Dream by jokublog

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

#zu art #comic #shattered dream #cross!sans #birthday #undertale #undertale au #utmv #oh that grace ♪ oh that body ♪ oh that face ♪ makes me wanna party <3 #he's 7 today!! what a big boi (๑>◡<๑)#this design of him has been rotating in my head for a long time *^*#srly he's always so irresistible ///#he's made to wear the best clothes and high heels and shatter hearts into pieces ♡#I'm stopping with my essay—#thank you for him Galacii╰(*´︶`*)╯#*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*#egyptian au #this idea came unexpectedly and now I can't stop thinking about it :'D #pff I can imagine how after that Shattered constantly orders to send Cross to him for ''entertainment''#everyone makes fun of Cross because of the double meaning but many are really jealous that a simple soldier was awarded such an honor #but in fact Shattered listens to Cross' funny tales about army life and about himself ((and gradually learns to be kind again ;w;))#they spend more time together... and... and riots begin in the state; betrayals; choosing between homeland and love and much more >:D #be back soon! thank you guys for patience╰(*´︶`*)╯

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stevebabey · 3 months

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uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)

finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.

(feel free to ignore!)

trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too

Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.

One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.

It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.

The thought makes you fluster a bit.

He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.

Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.

Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.

Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.

You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”

He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.

“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”

Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.

“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.

He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.

“Steve.”

“What?”

“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?

Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.

“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.

You eye him over your cup, skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”

He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”

You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.

It’s your turn to ask. “What?”

Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.

“It’s your favourite.”

“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”

Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.

“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”

Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.

Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.

You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.

#this was fun! thank u so much for sending one #it was a challenge to make something go with it #i’m feeling very into new relationship getting used to each other jitters <3 #ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader blurb #steve harrington x you #steve x you #a baby baby blurb :) enjoy !

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buglaur · 10 months

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🔖 pictures from the family photo album

#ts4 #sims 4 #daithí lore drop while kmiks on break <3 #i've got brainrot #i gotta go back through my blog and make character tags soon #don't look at the hammer in pic 2 #i didn't do the uv properly when i converted it to accessory #its a bit warped but it'll do #also shan i got your ask thank you for sending it <3<3 sorry i didn't reply yet #i've gotta travel to a neighboring county for a few days and i'm in a bit of a slump about it #i wanted to add more to this post but i also wanted to post it before i left #so here it is #this is queued i'm not gonna be around for the next week or so <3 #/daithí

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biblically-accurate-dca · 7 months

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day 16: object head !

#my art #daycare attendant #moondrop #dca fandom #cringetober #today i was also working on a pumpkin carving pattern of the dca .... last year i made sans #btwww thank you to the person who's been sending me asks :3 #i'm a bit too busy with this prompt list to respond properly but i've been reading them and i appreciate them a lot!!

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confietti · 4 months

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CAN U WRITE FOR SUKUNA IM BEGGING HJFJFJRR

Never Lose Me

you knew sukuna would kill you if he knew where you were right now, but you didn't care. you had it in your airy little head that he was a cheater because of what one of your 'homegirls' told you.

it all started when you were in your shared apartment laid on the bed scrolling through instagram waiting for 'kuna to come home when your 'friend' sent you a picture of him hugging this girl.

you never were the smartest, so you never second-guessed the photo. you on the other hand immediately broke down into tears. sukuna never liked her and always suggested you get better friends for a reason.

he always got weird vibes from her because she continuously tried to make passes at him whenever you weren't around.

you could only imagine your boyfriend's surprise to get drunken texts and voicemails of you telling him to 'go fuck himself' and how you 'don't need him'.

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: [ forwarded an image ]

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: nigga FUCJ you

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: i thoguth we had somethgin anf you trwest me like thid??? i hste you!

hubby💝: ??? baby? who sent you that???

hubby💝: and are you at the fucking club??

you stared at your phone through teary eyes as you blocked his number and turned off location sharing. you shoved your phone into your purse and continued to drink.

sukuna had been watching from across the bar for probably 20 minutes now. he watched you flirting with the guy you were talking to for maybe the same amount of time. he studied the way you held onto his arm and laughed at all his jokes. it made his blood boil.

“what do you say we take this a step further hm?~” his hand slipped up your thigh and you giggled when he started nibbling on your neck.

“nah fuck this.” your boyfriend slammed his drink on the counter and stormed towards you, angrily shoving people out of the way but he didn't care. his main focus was you.

he didn't say anything as he heaved you over the shoulder like a sandbag, ignoring your protests and the weird looks he got as he exited the bar. he practically threw you in the passenger's seat and locked the door.

the car ride to his house was dead silent. except for your protests and complaints about your boyfriend's behavior.

“Bitch why the fuck did you do all that for?” you stared at him with your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance, glaring at him for an answer that never came.

the rest of the ride was just you looking out the window and light curses underneath your breath of “cheating ass”, “hoe ass”, “worthless ass”.

once you got home, sukuna parked the car and dragged you into his house with a tight grip on your arm.

he walked into his bedroom and threw you down on the bed before locking the door. then sukuna finally spoke after what was hours after not speaking.

“you gonna explain your sudden little tantrum or do i have to fuck the attitude outta you first?”

sukuna chuckled when you still had your arms crossed over your chest, not looking in his direction. your eyes were puffy as you let out little hiccups and sniffles. you were still mad at him for spoiling your fun. how cute.

just then he harshly gripped your chin forcing you to look at him. “it’s really rude to not look people in the eyes when they’re talking to you.”

his hands traveled down to your neck and he squeezed it tightly, you felt a breathy chuckle in your ear before he began to speak.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh ma?”

it was about 20 minutes later and your brain was so foggy to the point where you couldn’t remember how you got into this position.

your boyfriend had you on all fours, one of his hands pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, the other wrapped around your neck pulling your head back to whisper the most disgusting things into your ear.

“you think what you said t’me was nice? you thought it was funny to send me those voicemails and texts while i was working? huh? y’had me worrying my ass off you dumb. fucking. bitch.”

he emphasized those last three words with harsh thrusts, before pulling your head back to tap his fingers at the side of your cheek. “open.” he mumbled before spitting roughly in your mouth. “swallow all that shit.” he spat before shoving your face back into the pillow before you.

he took this time to analyze how small your figure was compared to his. you were so much smaller… so vulnerable… so much easier to manhandle.

sukuna decided to tease you. fucking you slowly, working every inch of his thick cock into your little hole as slowly as he could. he wanted you to memorize every vein and inch. he wanted to make sure you never forget tonight and you should never disobey him ever again.

“wouldn’t have to be this way if you were just a good little girl who followed the rules. tsk.” this had been going on for hours now. the rough fucking, the degradation, even after what? 4 orgasms? he still hasnt had his. you figured out by now that this wasn’t a punishment… he wanted to torture you.

“p-pleasee ryo.. i’m- haa~ s-sorry! wan’ you t’fill me up. please!” he chuckled darkly. “ y’want me to fill you up? huh?” “please! hnghh- m’sorry!” “you never did have any shame did ya hun?”

sukuna’s thrusts began to get sloppier as he was nearing his release. you whimpered for him to slow down as your tear stained face was pressed into the pillow. his balls slapping against your clit with each harsh thrust.

“i won’t f-fuck- i wont slow down. you’re grown, right? if you can go to the bar on your own then you can take this shit like a big girl, right?”

before you knew it hot ropes of cum start spurting out filling your tight cunt. your boyfriend’s thrusts began to slow down until they came to a complete stop.

he slowly pulled out of you, replacing his cock with his fingers to keep his seed in. humming lowly before getting up to get some towels from the bathroom.

you woke up the next morning in his shirt. you tried to get up before feeling an immense pain in your back. you groaned before you felt a large hand rubbing at the small of your back.

“y’wanna talk about your feelings now? if you don’t want too then we can always go for round two. i still have some energy left over.” he smirked down at you.

“also.. this was supposed t’be a surprise but… the girl i was hugging in the picture you sent wasn’t anybody baby. remember when we were apartment shopping and you mentioned you really wanted the one in tokyo?”

you nodded as sukuna pushed some of your hair behind your ear to see your face better.

“it’s ours now.” sukuna thought that nothing could compare to your smile in that very moment as you hugged and peppered kisses across his face while murmuring little ‘thank yous’ in his ear.

“yeah, yeah.” he chuckled and hugged you back. “you could never lose me that easily.”

a/n: thank you so much for this request anon!!! it took me a little while but i really enjoyed writing it. hope you enjoy!! </3!!

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