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deer-fic-fics · 5 months

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How DoL’s going:

Save 1: tried to do well in school, tried to get lichen in the lake for a science project, then got attacked by a lake monster. Then a wolf (wolfgirl I guess, but still— grossed me out so bad I almost dropped the game entirely). Then Eden. Currently Stockholm-ed.

Save 2: tried to make a strong delinquent PC with the hopes of interacting with Kylar, but she lost every single fight (except the tutorial, and one time she used pepper spray). Ended up passing out a bunch and being taken to the asylum, under Harper’s extremely questionable care :/

Save 3: tried to make a cute lil nerd PC to get bullied by Whitney, but so far haven’t had many interactions with them. Started chatting with Sydney before class and eating with them at lunch to reduce stress levels (and buy more uniforms 🧍) and kinda accidentally ended up on their ‘route’ instead

#DoL #degrees of lewdity #I do like Eden and Sydney but. still #feeling unsuccessful and a lil stoopid thus far

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deadbeatbug · 7 months

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@somerandomdudelmao I worship you, have my lil leo

Idk how long its been after the invasion and stuff for lil leo, but I feel like he would be a little hesitant using his swords again,

bc ✨ T R A U M A ✨

idk im stoopid :P

#rottmnt #tmnt #cass apocalyptic series #rottmntfanart #tmnt fanart #rottmnt fanart #rise leo #cass fanart tag #cass apocalypse au #cass apocalypse fanart #deadbeatdraws #bugtalksorsomething

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99k4manii · 4 months

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L. O. V. E

Warning: suggestive at the end | clingy-ish y/n | Just ony | pet names like: ma, mama ,baby ,bae

⚠️ not proofread ⚠️

“Babyyyy” you dragged the “y” while you shook him just a little bit trying to get his attention “bruh bae move get off me” you made a lil stank face

“why you actin’ like that…” “cuz you shakin’ me knowing I’m playin’ the game, you being extra right now” “YOU extra I didn’t even do nothing ! not too much lil nigga..” you said Under your breath.

But what the crazy thing was… he ain’t even say nothing back like usually he would’ve said “watch ya mouth” or sum like that he just let you walk away!

Once you got off the bed you started walking towards the walk-in closet texting your homegirls back saying “y’all know what? Nvm I will be outside today!” They texted back said they pick you up at 6 it was only 3:46 but you know you take a while to get ready so you wanna start early.

You was in the closet looking threw all them clothes you had, but you wanted to make Ony mad since he wanna act up, so you picked out a certain outfit he probably wasn’t gon like.

He was already confused when he heard the shower starting because he knows your whole schedule and this wasn’t the time you usual start your showers, but he ain’t worry about it he just kept playin his STOOPID game.

But he got even more confused when you were scouring the drawers in front of the tv in your little towel, looking for who knows what, till he saw you bring out a white lacey thong which he didn’t care but he aint see you grab a bra maybe you already had one.. yeah…

You was in the bathroom doing washing your face then started doing skincare, you heard him get off the the bed and go down the stairs, “…boy so you don’t feel the need to come see what I’m doinggg??”

You had thought in your head but you started brushing your teeth then you took off your bonnet, unt unt unt, baby you betta fix dat lace fronttt! which you did it was super cute then you started doing your edges.

Your hair was so cute! You started putting that outfit on, it was 5:27, “DANGG time went fast” you said to yourself quietly then you heard ony coming back in the room walking to towards the bathroom.

“Oh now he wanna see what I’m doing..” you thought to yourself shaking yo head side ta side, he came up behind you and started kissing yo neck and holding it while he other hand went down your stomach.

“damn ma.. you look fine as hell.. where we going?” You was was feelin him but you forgot you was supposed to be mad so you moved his hand from youre stomach and fixed you lashes.

“Mama? I asked you a question.” He said sturnly which kinda turned you on because you love when he got that tone to his voice. “WE not going nowhere. IM going out wit’m homegirls” you said smacking your lips after.

“What’you’mean” he said letting go of you completely “exactly what I said” you took you phone swiping up from the wallpaper of you and ony. Checking your messages and the time. It was 5:53 your home girl texted you that they was almost outside.

“Watch out it’s time fo me to go.” You said with a lil sas he watched you walk away he didn’t stop you, he wanted to! But he didn’t. You started putting your shoes on, with your pretty anklet and the necklace with your name on it.

Your girls was out side so you left, he was mad. You knew he was mad. He was especially mad when he seen your instagram post twerking on one of your homegirls lap. with a caption saying : “if my man don’t wont catch it my bsfs will!” With another video under it of you with someone spreading money on yo back while you twerk.

He thought about running over to that party and picking you up right away. But he didn’t. Cuz you were in for it when you got home. Oh, you was REALLY in for it when you got back.

You friend dropped you off yall did your goodbye kisses & hugs then you was finna put the key in the door but it swung open, a strong arm pulling you in then picking you up.

“Ony whatdafuck??” You said as he threw you on the bed “first you was giving me attitude then you runnin ya mouth AND shakin ya ass on someone else?? You must be crazy. Gon head take off all dat shit like bro.. you ain’t even got a bra on wit that tight ass- mannn you pissing me off more and more.”

You rolled you eyes and started undressing. Let’s just say last night was memorable.

HEY BABYESSS so if I make a pt2 it probably be of “last night” (I apologize if links don’t work I check every other day ta see jus in case!)

#smut #ony x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x reader

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pouzzzy · 6 months

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gay shadowheart things (aka things i feel gay about re: shart)

((i know this discourse has mostly passed but to add to the recent stats saying she's the most romanced companion, and people mostly attributing that to straight dudes instead of horrendously down bad bi babes like me, i wanted to write this out))

her cheeks are ever-so-slightly chubby. like she has very soft cheeks. very good for kisses.

the religious trauma.....yeah me too girl, me too

fellow mixed-race girlypop. let's commiserate. you're so right babe nobody else gets it. even if this is just the fantasy mixed-race and you're still technically a white girl.

on that note...the fact that in act 3, she sleeps next to jaheira. older half-elf woman, mother wound healing, i can imagine their late night talks and it makes me want to join in.

obviously the similarities b/w her and her voice actress 👌

she is so clever. like god she is so clever. she needs someone who can riff with her 24/7.

granted she's also a lil stoopid and naive but aren't we all, at the tender age of 40

the build up in her romance...ugh it feels so cozy to me. it feels like home. i love that it doesn't happen right away, you need to slowly open up to each other before anything happens. the immense amount of trust that's needed to make anything happen is incredibly relatable

her fucking hair change regardless of what path she takes, like that's the gayest shit??? takes me back to getting bathroom haircuts from my crusty friends in college

her butt.

she's lowkey incredibly awkward, she'll try to be so cool about things but more often than not it'll have me looking at her like "girl who raised you"

her name is so pretty. jenevelle! wow. wow <3

will end by saying i am still so awkward about dating women and am working on being more confident about it, and there was something so affirming in that regard about shart's romance. unlike other games, it didn't require me to be uber sexed-up and raring to go for prettie ladie, it let me do things at my own pace for someone who'd be my type irl too.

so yeah i love shart, god's favorite bi princess, in a very bi way, and i represent the part of that statistic who isn't just an annoyingly online gamer dude who's always going on and on about goth women 🤙

#shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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danielcalmdown · 1 month

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i need more love stories which start without inner confict, supressing feelings or being defensive and overly reasonable. u do that with love? really?? love's not strong enough if u don't get a lil silly willy. a little stoopid and funny. a little IRRATIONAL. I need the characters to fit together well without unnecessary negative emotions. simply enjoy eachothers company and after a short while of having feelings one person has enough courage to confess n the other person gasps cause they like them too n they fall into eachothers arms, happy that it's mutual, no dragging things on! all the bad, complicated and conflicting things should be happening in the story, but aren't related to the relationship. the characters are stronger together and compliment eachother well so that they can solve whatever problems the world got for them. tadah!

#i like the simple mutual love n appreciation vibes #no drama just care n fun

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xpao-bearx · 1 year

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"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: The fact that the idea for this part was already causing me such INTENSE brainrot way before I even finished writing Part 2 (which is pretty funny cuz I actually had a TOTALLY different idea compared to how this part is now, but hey my stoopid brain does what it does) 👁👄👁 Anyhoe, I am SO stoked for this (it also turned out quite long)!! It's finally got ✨️smut✨️ which I know my fellow sluts have been waiting for, BUT it's not the actual sexy sex yet cuz I'm saving that for the last part. Don't worry, it'll definitely be worth it~ ;)

BTW there's a part in this where Steven recites French poetry by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore and I used Google Translate for the English, so if the translation is off then I'm very sorry!

And I just wanna thank y'all sooo much again from the bottom of mah lil black heart, like SERIOUSLY! You lovelies are truly spoiling me with all your sweet comments, likes, and reblogs 😭❤️❤️❤️ And I swear that after the unexpectedly huge success of this fic, it made me fall RIDICULOUSLY HARDER for Oscar ISNACC and I have y'all to blame for dragging me even deeper into DILF Hell Heaven. Like, it's actually a problem when I suddenly feel like giggling and kicking my feet while I'm suffering at work just at the thought of him 😂

I also haven't been this confident and motivated in a while, and this is one of the VERY rare times I'm actually updating pretty quickly without the temptation of slacking off and abandoning it. I love writing and this fic is my baby, and it's just so fucking incredible that you guys are loving what I'm putting out, too, so once more: THANK YOU 🥰

Who knows, maaaybe more Moon Knight fics will come out in the future from me and fingers crossed that Moon Knight Season 2 will be confirmed 🤭

And the tag list has been updated! I also included some readers who I thought wanted to follow this whole series, so if you find yourself tagged despite not asking to be then that's why LMAO xD As always, the tag list is open so don't be shy to ask if you'd like to be added on it! ^_^

TAGS: @autismsupermusicalassassin @ungracefularchimedes @pimosworld @ababynova @sweatyroadcowboyjudge @anapnovo-blog @am-3-thyst @harrys-tittie @zukoisbabee @wiltedwonderland @the-ginger-draws @bitchyglitterfox @readingfan @spidey-3 @minigirl87 @wandasupremacy @simba-will-live-on @wavychelle @thepowerthismanhasoverme @blackholegladiator @kittytiddywinks @literalfkinsimp

Part 3: Like a virgin, touched for the very first time

After the flurry of honesty and an insane whirlwind of emotions, you and Steven finally winded down. It was a bit awkward following that, but he asked (well, sputtered) if you'd like to stay. He immediately apologized, knowing that he was overstepping boundaries and he completely understands if you rejected such a mental idea.

But it was late, and there was absolutely no way he was going to let you go home alone especially with the state you're in. And also...

Well, call him a selfish knob, but he just wanted--needed--to be with you.

But you agreed to stay--enthusiastically so. You both were flustered, though sharing a laugh together had all the tension fade away.

Because, truly, you were right where you were supposed to be.

♡•••🌙•••♡

Steven prepared dinner for the two of you, consisting of five-minute vegan mac and cheese courtesy of his microwave then indulging yourselves with the box of chocolates he brought at the failed date for dessert. It wasn't "grand" by any means, but it was the best you ate in a long time.

All thanks to the cute host... Actually, your gorgeous boyfriend.

Just the thought had you grinning like a doofus, the butterflies in your belly now transforming into fucking birds.

Did that make sense? Hell no, but being with Steven absolutely did.

"Love..." Steven's strong arms encircled around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Make yourself comfortable, yeah? Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch."

You gasped, affronted, quickly whipping around to face him. "Excuse you, sir, but I have every reason to be worried!" You huffed dramatically. "You are definitely not sleeping on the couch, Steven. And if you still insist that you are, then I'll just join you!"

Steven chuckled, his cheeks glowing pink. He rested his chin atop your head, pulling you closer to him. "The couch is too small for the two of us... So for a good night's sleep, I suppose I have no choice but to share the bed with you, yeah?"

"You say that as if you'd rather not." You pouted playfully, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. You can faintly hear the erratic thrum of his heartbeat, matching your own.

"I'm just pulling your leg, sweetheart." He teased, kissing your head.

How the fuck did he ever get so lucky? He thought he was going crazy, that this was all just a dream--but it wasn't. Dreams were never this good. You were right here, right now, in his arms. Wholly accepting him for who he is. Loving him.

And he fucking loved you, too.

"Where's the bathroom, baby?"

Baby. The name made his heart stop for a full second. Heat once again crept up to his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears, his voice not coming out as all he could do was just point towards the bathroom as he stared down at you in a completely lovestruck sort of wonder.

You giggled, blushing as well before leaning up on your tiptoes and pecking his nose. "You go relax, Steven. I'll join you soon."

He watched you saunter off, still glued in place and a hand atop his frenzied heart.

He had no idea how in the world he was supposed to relax, especially now that the situation fully hit him like a freight train. But thankfully, he found his legs moving for him and his body taking the liberty of changing into his cozy pyjamas before climbing onto bed.

He put on his ankle restraint and settled down, covering the blanket over him like some posh Victorian duchess as he laid completely stiff. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, lifting his head and squinting every so often at the closed bathroom and your obscure shadow dancing amidst the light peeking through the tiny crack of the door underneath.

And it was so...quiet. Neither Marc nor Jake has uttered a single peep, which was highly unusual. Either one or both of them always had something to say, regardless of whatever Steven was doing and he was the same whenever they were fronting.

But as of the moment, he couldn't even handle speaking with Marc. Not after what he did. Marc and Jake were his family and there was no doubt that he and Marc will eventually make up, but no one was ever allowed to hurt you--especially now that you two were officially together.

Jake, on the other hand... Well, he was known to butt into Steven's business. But Jake always gave him a good push, and he would never actually force Steven to do something if Jake didn't believe he could do it. Truly, Steven owed Jake for technically setting you and him up.

But besides Marc, Steven was more surprised that Jake wasn't yapping away especially when you were involved. It didn't go unnoticed for Steven the way Jake has...changed. Only when you were around, at least. And despite Jake being the stealthiest of them all, Steven could always feel him silently observing you at work deep within the recesses of his mind.

But Steven never said anything. He just understood--accepted--Jake, and he was sure that Jake knew. But Steven didn't mind it; in fact, it made him feel less alone.

After all, how could anyone ever resist you?

He then sighed deeply, shaking his head. Clearly it was no use just laying in his bed like a corpse, so he sat up and threw the blanket off before grabbing a random book from his bedside table and donned his glasses. But his brain was too muddled, heart still not ceasing its turbulent thump as he couldn't even register the words popping out of the worn pages he has read a thousand times.

"So you wear glasses, too, huh?"

He flinched slightly at your voice, seeing you standing at the foot of his bed. You chuckled softly before your eyes landed on his ankle restraint, raising a brow.

"S-Sorry, it's..." He scrambled for something--anything. "I...I know it's a huge red flag, but I have a...sleeping disorder. I promise it ain't for something, um...sexual."

"No need to make excuses, Steven. I don't think it's a red flag."

'And I wouldn't mind if you used it on ME.' You bit back the risqué words that nearly tumbled out your foolish, needy mouth.

Steven only smiled shyly, putting the book away before he gasped when he suddenly felt something plop down on his lap.

Something soft, warm, and lovely.

"Is...is this okay..?" Now it was your turn to be shy, meeting his gaze tentatively.

"More than okay." He breathed, staring up at you with an awed grin. "Gods, Y/N, you're beautiful."

"Thanks, this is my 'I wonder how I didn't pass out from running the most I never thought I could' look." You laughed. But Steven didn't, guilt clouding his features.

He placed his hands on your hips, brows knitting together and jaw squaring. "I really am sorry, Y/N. You didn't have to do that, didn't have to meet me. I would've hated it, but I would've totally understood if you never wanted to see me again. And yet...I was happy when you did come."

"I'm happy, too, Steven." You assured him, one hand on his shoulder while the other combed through his fluffy curls. "And honestly, I would do it again. If you were in, hell, Egypt--I'd still find a way to you, no matter what."

His expression softened, a smile replacing his frown as he leaned forward and laid his head on your chest. "Please do one favour for me, though?" You kept quiet, patiently awaiting his words. "If you ever meet Marc, punch the prick."

"Baby, I can only slap him! No way I'd ever damage your godsent face." You laughed again, little snorts wracking your body that Steven found so damn endearing. Then he looked up, his chin resting in between the pillowy softness of your breasts.

"Love... Call me that again."

"Baby." You obeyed with zero hesitation, and Steven groaned. A deep, rumbly sound that sent tingles all throughout your body. You lightly tugged on his hair, making his head tip back and gaze locking with his pretty brown eyes that have gotten darker, pupils dilated.

"Baby..." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine, your hand on his shoulder holding on for dear life. "Wanna kiss you."

Like a predator pouncing on its prey, Steven swooped up to catch your lips--only for the both of your glasses to bump into each other.

An awkward beat passed between the two of you before you both exploded into riotous laughter. The two of you fell side by side on the bed, giggling so much that tears sprang to your eyes and your stomachs hurt.

Once you two finally calmed down, you exchanged bright smiles and Steven rolled on top of you. His elbows dug into the bed on either side of you, making sure not to bear down his weight on you. He then took off both of your glasses, setting them aside on the bedside table.

"Shall we try again, love?" But Steven didn't wait for your response, crashing his lips with yours.

It was chaste. Feather light. So much better than what you ever imagined it to be like. Steven's lips were unexpectedly soft, but there was a certain firmness in the way he kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.

Steven cradled the side of your face gently, lovingly, as if he was handling glass. Then, experimentally, you nipped on his bottom lip. He gasped sharply, and you slid your tongue inside his mouth.

It was obvious how inexperienced you were, but Steven certainly didn't mind. In fact, it only turned him on even more that you wanted to spend your precious first time with him.

And he was definitely never letting you go.

You moved your tongue uncertainly, small panic brewing inside of you if you were doing it right. All those shows and movies made kissing look so easy; but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts as Steven's tongue tangled with yours, taking the lead as he coaxed you into a lazy, sensual dance.

And that drew a long, beautiful moan out of you. Steven craved more, more, more--wanting to push you to the very limit, a lustful, greedy beast suddenly possessing his body.

But oh, he knew, deep down, that beast has always been there; waiting for the right moment to be released.

Waiting for you.

He then slowly pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. Your entire body was flushed, lips puffy and eyes hazy with anguished yearning as you stared up at him. Your hands reached out, clinging on tightly to his black sweatshirt. Despite being on the bed, you felt as if you were free falling into a bottomless pit.

And you wanted to fall--with Steven.

"Steven..." You murmured, one leg wrapping around his waist. "Are you gonna make love to me?"

"No." His reply was instant, levelling his gaze with yours. "I will, but not tonight, darling. I don't have any condoms."

"I...I don't mind..."

A low purr reverberated from his throat. Fuck, were you even aware of what you were saying? Of the sweet, tempting danger it entailed?

He might as well just tie you up, keep you in his apartment forever. With him. ONLY him.

He shook his head, quickly stamping down such dark, possessive thoughts.

"Love." He emphasized through clenched teeth, and you saw the way his inner conflict flickered in his eyes. "Not tonight, Y/N. But that doesn't mean I can't still please you, yeah?"

He pulled your leg off of his waist then pressed his lips to your ankle, electricity coursing directly to where you desired it most.

He never broke eye contact, his lips slowly trailing down the smooth expanse of your leg before pausing at your crotch. He chuckled deeply, ignoring it as he moved to your stomach.

You mewled desperately, wiggling slightly. "Baby." You pleaded, nearly breathless. "Please... Don't fuckin' tease me."

"M'sorry, pretty girl. Just let me worship you, yeah? You deserve it." He hummed, completely unbothered. "I deserve it."

He pushed up your tank top, your breasts spilling erotically and...fuck, was that a belly button piercing?

"First year of college. It was a completely lucid decision." You giggled at his stunned expression. "Hurt like a bitch, but I've always wanted one."

"Looks like I'm not the only one with secrets, then." He chuckled, kissing your belly with utmost tenderness and your breath getting caught in your throat. His lips languidly traced upwards, reaching your breasts and burying his face in between them and inhaling deeply.

Now he understood why Jake wouldn't shut the hell up about the way you smelled after asking you out.

His left hand groped one of your breasts, breath stuttering at the wonderful plushness. Then he raised his head, eyes locking intently with yours once more as his tongue flicked your pert nipple. You whimpered for more, more, more--back arching as you eagerly offered yourself to him.

And he just as eagerly accepted your gracious offer, mouth latching on to your nipple. You moaned as he sucked and squeezed, his teeth grazing slightly against the sensitive bud, only magnifying the maddening sensations you had no control over yet had the privilege to be a willing victim to.

He pulled away with a resounding 'pop' before giving your other breast equal devoted attention, his right hand making its descent lower, lower, lower--slipping inside your shorts and his chest blazing at the dampness that greeted him.

"Bloody hell..." He grunted, erection straining painfully against his pyjama pants. He glanced down, his much larger hand cupping your entire pussy. "Wanna fucking taste you, angel. Can I? Please, love, I wanna taste your pretty pussy."

"Y-You don't even have to ask..." You squeaked, completely scarlet from head to toe. "Just take me, baby."

Steven grinned wolfishly, a gleam in his eyes that you've never seen before making your heart skip a beat. Without wasting another moment, he practically ripped your shorts off. He groaned as he saw the wet splotch in the middle of your panties, yanking them down your legs before bringing it up to his nose as a shiver ran down his spine at your intoxicating scent.

Your arousal was flowing down to your thighs, eyes glazed over as if in a trance as you watched Steven sniff your panties like a beast in heat. Then he shimmied out of his pants, your eyes widening as his cock stood proudly; thick and veiny, the tip an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. His fist, still clutching on to your panties, wrapped around his cock as he leaned down to meet your pussy.

Instinctively, you snapped your legs shut, hands flying to your face.

"I-I'm sorry!" You sobbed, briskly shaking your head. "I'm sorry, so sorry! I...I can't, Steven..."

You expected him to be furious, and honestly you'd understand if he was. What you didn't expect, however, was him gently removing your hands and tenderly kissing away your tears.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, love." He assured, his hands massaging soothing circles on yours. "What's the matter? You don't want to continue?"

"I-I do, it's just..." You sniffled, blinking away tears and meeting his concerned gaze. "I'm...I'm embarrassed, Steven. It's just... Y-You know it's my first time, and you're doing amazing, it's just...I'm scared I'm not. I...have no idea what the fuck to do, and I'm not even pretty."

"That's not true." His voice was firm, jaw ticking resolutely. His brows furrowed, expression the most serious you've ever seen it. "You're bloody gorgeous, Y/N. I'm the git who doesn't know what the hell you see in me. And don't fret about being inexperienced, love. I'm so happy that you wanna be with me, and if you'd allow me, I wanna spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You stayed silent, then your lips curved up into a dazzling smile that had Steven utterly weak in the knees. What the hell were you so anxious about, anyway? This was Steven Grant, the man of your wildest dreams. The man you loved.

"I love you, Steven."

Steven froze, tears prickling his eyes. Something between a sob and a chuckle escaped him, positively beaming down at you.

"I love you, too, Y/N."

He then parted your legs, hands quivering slightly. "I love you..." He crouched down, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. "...so fucking much." His tongue darted out, licking the beautiful stretch marks that lined the supple skin of your thighs.

His tongue slowly wandered up, up, up, and you were scarcely breathing once his face was in front of your cunt. His hot breath fanned against your clit; dark, nearly black eyes fixed on yours.

"Quand je vivais tendre et craintive amante..." He recited in French, smiling up at you. "...avec ses feux je peignais ses douleurs."

When I was a tender and fearful lover, with her fires I painted her pains.

You had noticed earlier the French poetry books stacked on Steven's desk, but goddammit you didn't expect he would quote one while he was right in front of your pussy.

You were sure this absolutely sexy menace of a man was trying to murder you.

His thumb then brushed against your clit, making you gasp. He grinned widely, pushing down on your nub as you whimpered and squirmed helplessly.

"Baby..." You begged, tears pouring down your pretty pink cheeks, and there must be something severely wrong with Steven to find it so enticing. "Pretty please... Fuck me with your mouth."

And how could he ever say no to that? He was merely a loyal, desperate slave for his goddess' wishes. For her love.

And so, like a parched man in the desert, he buried his face in your sopping pussy. You yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden--but very much not unwelcomed--intrusion into your deepest, most intimate part.

Steven's groan of appreciation vibrated within your gummy walls, inching ever so deeper, feeling his nose hit a bundle of nerves. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe along your mound and up to your clit. You cried out, a broken, pornographic song that echoed throughout Steven's entire flat.

"Gods..." His voice was low, trembling; one hand yet again wrapping around his aching cock, the flimsy fabric of your panties hugging the tip. "You've no idea how much I dreamt of this, Y/N. Waited for this." His other hand settled on your pussy, deft fingers running along your drenched folds. "Such a good girl, tastes so fucking good."

He puckered his lips, kissing your pussy. And the sounds that accompanied were downright filthy, Steven moaning shamelessly, loud squelches and the heady smell of your sex filling the air.

Slowly, carefully, he thrusted a finger inside of you. You keened, your thighs squishing Steven's head and your hands gripping onto his hair. He then added another finger, scissoring his digits and you knew right then and there that you were losing what's barely left of your fucking mind.

You grinded against him, and he bobbed his head zealously in perfect tandem with you. His tongue lapped up and down, up and down, before suddenly driving it inside your hole.

He was rubbing his cock vigorously, watching you, burning this marvelous moment for all eternity into his memories. And as soon as a third finger slipped in, you were fucking gone.

You screamed, finally reaching that peak and falling over it, seeing stars. You gushed around his mouth, and Steven noisily slurped it all up, not daring to leave behind a single drop.

He soon followed, grunting animalistically as his cum sprayed all over your panties. He collapsed against your pussy, in between the heavenly plushness of your thighs, panting raggedly.

Neither of you knew how long you both stayed like that, coming down from your high, until you sliced through the serene silence.

"Wow... Just...wow."

Steven chuckled breathlessly, looking up at you with your wetness glistening on his lips and chin. "Wow, indeed." He then leaned forward, and you gasped as his lips suckled on the skin right next to your clit, claiming you with a dark purple mark.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, Steven Grant." You groaned playfully, pulling on his hair.

He grinned, crawling over your body before moulding your lips together in a passionate liplock. His tongue entwined with yours and you could taste yourself, your brain short circuiting.

He slowly drew away, gently knocking his forehead against yours as his grin grew impossibly bigger.

"I'll make love to you at the Field of Reeds, then."

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hungharrington · 8 months

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Licking his hairy thighs on the way up to his cock 😋

[sniffles] ….. yeah :) i just. forever fixated on the idea that with all of steve’s experience, king steve and all, the majority of his hookups were fast and it was all about what he could do— and the one time he settled into a proper relationship, he so clearly was more into her than she was ever into him— so this level of love? this devotion? kisses, wet and languid, all along the inside of his thighs, little hickies littering the paler hairy expanse of skin, all of it makes insane. honestly, if he could say anything beyond his pitiful lil whines, he’d probably say something stoopid like, “i think you’re giving my heart a boner too, sweetheart.” bcos he’s feeling so loved!!!

#GAH!!!!!!!#jay answers #anon #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut

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notmuchtoconceal · 1 year

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When your homie’s waistband is showing and all you can do is look

you like what you see, brah. you like me in these briefs? what’d you do if i took this button and just went like… yeah? you like that, brah?

you like seein a lil more? tight n white, brah. so form fittin and comfy. how about the zipper? you want me to…? nah. nah, you’re not really interested, brah. not in my fat dick in these briefs, all stickin up behind the fly. nah, you wouldn’t wanna see that

if you did, i bet your hands’d already be on me. bet you’d have me stumblin back wit these pants around my ankles as you licked me down my v. breathin me in, face to my crotch, holdin onto my quads for support as you worship my dick in these whities. kissin it through the cotton, lapin up the salty pre that starts beadin at the end a my rod.

soft. sweaty. right where you belong, brah. right at home in my whitie bulge, goin stoopid and musky with my hand on the back a your head, runnin my fingers through your hair. lookin down at you and likin what i see, you lookin up and happy to be a service, our gazes lingerin in slow dissolves as we accept in that moment how perfect this is and how perfect we are for each other

hey, brah

i ever tell you what you mean to me, brah? yeah, man. i mean it. you’re my best brah. wouldn’t know what i’d do without you, always been there for me when others weren’t. carin for me in a way i was afraid to show before. come on, brah. lot more where these came from. bet it’d feel real good, huh? slippin on a pair a my briefs? rummage through my hamper. grab another pair for yourself. smells real good in there, all the ballsweat and nutty old pre. sweat minglin wit mine, smell of our bodies swirlin together. don’t need to rush it. don’t need to be stingy.

grab a couple pairs, n savor my scent, brah.

make me smell myself. wanna get off on this experience wit you. wanna be able to share everythin wit you, brah

i’ll hold you close, arms around your shoulder, and we’ll get even closer. real nice and close. we’ll get lost in each other’s eyes, spinnin like that long ass prom night shot in carrie as we grind our packed up whitie bulges together, breathin heavy as the tempo builds all glittery and dreamy and we cream my briefs together, brah. smelly. hot. glistenin. wrapped together n exhausted. kissin the back a your neck, almost too scared to look you in the eye, knowin we just shared somethin we couldn’t tell anyone, somethin noone else’d understand. goin deeper together. forging a secret obsession. my underwear drawer becomin our underwear drawer. every moment a every day sharin this physical intimacy nobody else’s able to see

neon nights, and insta filter days. nowhere else i’d rather be but rite here, brah. nowhere else but rite here in my briefs wit you

brah? brah? haha, you go somewhere brah? you got any more, you better share, i want whatever it is you’re smokin, brah. come on, look alive, n pass me my shirt. we’re bout to miss the game, brah

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mrdrhenwardhykle · 2 months

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AUGAUHUGUG&(SF&(SF(FSUGSU

I hate algorithms so freaking much and you get like one off comments on something you spent a lot of time on and want to grow like "Here before viral", or "why hasn't this gotten any love UNDERRATED!" and nothing else ever freaking comes out of that one off comment

SHARESHARESHARESHARE SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Likes do NOTHING here, NOTHING

They just save it privately for you later and show the creator that you saw it

I'm not against them but if you want my art to continue you GOTTA help it out. Seriously.

I just feel like I've been the entertainer recently, just doing jigs and songs to no end and feel expected to do so. I see people all the time across platforms just following for ONE post I did and that's IT.

Now, I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but if posts aren't interacted with in some cases, then you can't see them. They're not pushed anywhere and that's it. I go nowhere.

Please, if you like some of my content and want to see more, I need that kind of help.

It's just so freaking stoopid I can't even fathom how useless likes and whatnot are to platforms. Like maybe elsewhere yeah it helps a lil bit, but to go ANYWHERE you have to get like 5 shares within the span of one minute within the first hour or I don't freaking know why am I playing guessing games to why I'm being punished by the damn algorithm

youtube

Okay that's it. Thanks for listening to my mental break down TED talk

#I told someone that them commenting was enough and the app CENSORED THE COMMENT BECAUSE I SAID THAT #ARHGHG(UGY(GYUIGHIGSU #I swear NOTHING wants me to succeed #until it's something I made that I don't care much about/don't want to talk much about #I am going to freaking GET someone I swear #rant #I'm guilty of this too- I know- I need to work on it but I've been so freaking preoccupied #artist #Youtube

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skylolacreativespace · 9 months

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Friendship love

I finished watching Dream's new song and had a smile on my face the whole time seeing our lil Green guy grow up with his family made me smile

And to continue on with @aninklingof's reblog about it. I wanted to do one to do a similar one and to thank my friends I feel grateful for. Jus saying this will be veeeeery long!

First is @aninklingof my big brother Seany I love you so much you helped me so much throughout the year you listened to my dum useless rambles, saw me me a flustered mess, or mess up my words, seeing me keyboard smash, and helped me with my lee moods and me being giggly in messages. I love when ever you do big brain on space, or tell silly lil loveable stories. You are an incredible online big brother and I love you so so so. So. Much. Words can't describe how much I love you.

@snugglyfluffle You are also one of my big brothers and I have to say big brother fluffy you are so sweet and kind every time I talk to you in DMS seeing us being silly with each other makes me giggle in a happy way and makes me fondly smile. Watching you improve any time you post art is amazing. I love you.

@joker-anon Lastly, big bro Joker. When I text you you are always there for me in anyway you can. Even if you're doing something else you always do be there for me when you can. And I appreciate and love you so much. I love when we both get to be silly and go completely chaotic for Literally no reason and I'll always cherious those funny times we had. Love you big bro!

@kasey-writes-stuff Kasey, you are an amazing friend. Thank you for always being there for me! I love when we talk to each other and how we always tease each other when ever we can. Seeing you In my inbox makes me so giddy.

@mushiewrites Mushie!! Fellow mutual 💜 I may not be that close to you but you share a place in my heart. Your art is lovely, and any interaction you do with everyone is so sweet. I love your fics, you are amazing and wonderful in your own way. Chase your Dreams.

@fizzler-of-oz Fizzy!! My bestie!! ILYSM! Our DMS are always so chaotic and hyper even I don't know what's happening most of the time. That's what I love! It's the energy we always have around us to make the environment happy for the both of us.

@midnight-the-goth-artist Midnight, omg. I love you so much. You are so teasy hehe it's unreal but I love you a lot! I'd do anything for you to make you be happy because you are just you.

@an0ma1y-d0ma1y hello you little idiot <3 what can I say? I love you sm. As one of my friends. You are so much fun to talk to and your stoopid smol memes when ever you post on the server makes me laugh. Your art? AMAZING fantastic!! I love you! Talking about the Ninja and then being ticklish and giggly makes us both smile. And that's really special.

I'm really sleepy and sorry if I missed anyone else but you are also a friend to me 💜

#ilysm for everything you all...have done for me you are all amazing #skylolasaysstuffblog rambles

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cottonundiestf · 1 year

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How's it feel to sound like such a bimbo?

Um, Layla don know rly. Kinda feelz rly silly. It is a lil bit embarrassin soundin so, like stoopid wivout meanin 2

#ooc #layla bimbo answers

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chemicalcarousel · 2 years

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is it normal for the host of a system to having attributed your headmates' behavior/thoughts/opinions/ect to yourself before you were made aware of your plurality?

and is it normal for other headmates to having confused themselves as being you, the host, in the past?

(gonna do a "keep reading" for the rest of it, since it became a long rant about my& struggle with our mental health)

ig it's because we just thought that was what being one person was idk we do be a lil stoopid lmao. like... i remember some episodes where levi was close to the front or fronting with me where we were well aware that there was a levi there (name and all), but we thought it was a delusion or we just brushed it off as if it never happened. then we identified as otherkin/fictionkin (since levi is an introject from a fictional source). levi thought he wasn't his own person and he still seems freaked out by the thought of existing and honestly i dont blame him since i find existing freaky too hxkfsfksxs

i thought one of the littles was me doing involuntary age regression as some sort of emotional flashback, but idk my therapist thinks she's a seperate part and ngl it makes more sense. she's much different, but probably based on young me and holds our trauma from that time. i'm personally emotionally distanced to the trauma mostly, but she's the one holding it. every therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist that have met her are extremely surprised how i change so drastically. and they have all commented on how im not in touch with my emotions when i describe my trauma very analytically. but then sometimes "i" start acting like a scared child. i cant control it in any way. i especially cant control my body language, my thoughts, my emotions, and my speech. and after the episode is over i definitely have emotional amnesia. it was a dissociated child part

also the child has a passive influence on me from positive triggers too and it's hard to control that. let's just say we have a lot of plushies lmao but idk they are very cute and the big ones are good for especially the littles to ground and soothe themselves. sometimes hugging one also helps when a little is upset inside of the body. we have a hard time reaching each other inside the headspace, it's like we are lost in an infinite void of darkness where we can sense each other faintly at times, but it's so hard to communicate. but i hugged a big, soft plushie once i felt a little crying and i kept repeating that we are safe and that she's not alone and that we love her. idk why the plushie hugging helped, but my theory is that she might have felt it through our body and hugging that plushie helps her. she didnt seem to be at the front at all, but idk maybe she could still feel it?? idk how this works, my therapist has been very hesitant to help us, even though she's the one who was like "yeah you are three different parts, i've observed them all" (havent told her about lee bc we are scared and he only fronts when we are alone and he can do some activities he likes)

TW // suicidal ideation mention

our therapist is a licenced psychiatrist and psychotherapist who is specialised in mood disorders (we have bipolar), so maybe that's why she's so bad at handling our case. she's like "it's hard to work with your trauma when you're either not in touch with it or you're triggered to the point of closing off from the world". bruh........ we're trying our best here, you're supposed to like.... know what to do. there's a reason that we are here, if we knew how to handle this we wouldn't need therapy wtf. sadly we barely have an income high enough to live off of since we aren't allowed to work yet due to our strong anxiety and s//cidal ideation. also we dont have the right disorders to get disability (only schizo-spec or bpd, denmark is so stupid istfg). hhh life is so hard and we are super split on having hope for the future or not

TW OVER // suicidal ideation mention

anyway, a question turned into a rant (yet again). ig it's because we literally have no one to talk to about this. sorry hhhhgggg

~ Sof (she/he/they)

#pluralgang #actuallyplural #actuallysystem #actuallymultiple #sysblr #pluralblr #headmates #host #system host #yo its sof #ours

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eggzwithfeetz · 2 years

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UHM HI! I stumbled upon your blog and OH MY GOODNESS your art is amazing and your Angel/Demon AU characters look incredible. I love Medic's horns and EVERYTHING about Soldier, and the rest are so expressive I can feel the weight of the hundreds of years spent as a demon I just

I had to get that off my chest. You also seem like a really cool person. No specific ask (except maybe seeing your ideas for the rest of the mercs) but please PLEASE bless this world with more of your art.

Thanks for reading :>

Ya almost made me cry lad! Danke for yer lovely support words, first time someone ask me something n is new for me!;; But anyway, thanke again!

Ma' Demon Au was just a lil idea that I had but it turned into a big thing, ngl im surprised of what ma own brain can do! That lil stoopid dirty meat atleast can do something good once. I can do a post, more like a summary of the history n dat! Btw have ma' demon Heavy design upon ye!

I'm planing to do more details about the demon mercs, like their monarchy, backstory, why Spy got his horn chopped off or even why Sniper lost both of his horns (antlers).

Oh yeah! And also some tattoo details of Scout.

I still have a lot of details to share, but only if yall want to hear about these. Keep goin!

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justcallmeano · 2 years

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Bill and Ted requests :)

Hiii! You sent me a request so I’m sending you a request. Can you do Bill and Ted (it doesn’t have to be poly if you don’t want to write it poly. One or the other is fine) and reader head cannons? If not that’s perfectly fine 😅

-Ghost

WOO uhh no gender was specified soo...Gn reader ig

Im gonna do seperate and ya cant stop me either and this ask wasnt specifically asking for i certain genre sooo Imma just do it in general

William Stanley Preston Esq.

We all know bill ._. Dumb, Cute, Funny, obviously not the best at subjects.. Especially history but ofc he know better enough to shut something down! especially if it is making him, ted, or y/n uncomfortable

Lets just say one day you ask him "hey bill, why do you call yourself esquire?" and he's like "Oh well.. Because it sounds pretty cool and also because I heard that esquire is a british title descended from the position squire, an apprentice to a knight or something like that"

I see him as a heavily pansexual lmao HE DOESNT KNOW IT YET BUT I SMELL IT OFF HIM

Bill and Y/n.. they for sure hang out at his house way more, especially for band practice and bc teds father is a dick and we dont wanna hear yelling about alaska or military school whatsoever meanwhile we doing arts and crafts for a damn science project or smth 😭😐 so you both hang out more in bill's place or better yet .. Just hang out at 7/11, they had 7/11 in 1986 right? EITHER WAY, you hang out with bill at his house or go somewhere else for a date 😋

Any arguments? Forgive and forget babe, dont focus on ths past. I see bill on his knees begging adorably for forgiveness for bein stoopid AND WHY WOULD YOU NOT FORGIVE DIS MAN?!? but then again, I can promise you! Not a lot of arguments would even be happening tbh, y'all are chilling and killin like villains 😎

If you are ever caught wearing his crops tops, like he just showered and it smelt like him soooo why tf not?? right?! He's been dreaming of it, this was a sight to die for 😩

"Woah, babe.. You look ... excellent, like.. down rightoues!"

Ted is totally third wheeling, like.. how could not?? He might as well but be apart of the relario ship already -_- EVEN IF HE WAS THIRD WHEELING ON SOME OF UR DATES, EITHER YOU OR BILL (possibly mostly you) WILL BUY HIM A GIFT SO IT FELT LIKE HE WAS SORTA THERE TOO 😭💗 A switch but probably more dom but depends on what he feels, i feel like he could a lil pervy too but hey you chose to date bill so good luck

invites you to brand practice almost every fucking day, It never gets old and it never will (until he moves to santa carla wink wink)

Ted "theodore" Logan

Ted is.. ted :) but like... Special, ya know?

ted is sweet, like bill but just way too sweet cuz his brain is always brrr, ya know? 😃

He gets you gifts, treats you like a queen, always so kind, so understanding(or tries to be cuz brain go brrr 24/7)

If ur short, he will literally pick you up and carry you cuz u his queen(or king) 🙄😩

YOU PROTECT HIM FROM HIS DAMN FATHER

Lowkey, depending on you. you could possibly make a good impression on his dad, especially if ur his gf/study partner (or bf! either way, you get the point)

You probably babysat his brother a few times , lets just say he probably looks to you tbh

JUST AN OPINION BUT UHM.. I feel like, he would mostly be sub in sex like almost ALL THE TIME like i dont see him being all that dominant tbh, just me? well go away 😭 Ted just slips into the submissive for me, OKAY?! he just seems so adorable 😕😐

Arguments with ted? pfft, funny. You're a really- .. You're a funny person! like omgird you got some jokes

Loves thay you get along with his father better than him, he could learn a thing or two from as well with his brother. You might as well be another parent to his brother or smth, like ur a child whisperer-

ted gives me a vibe that speaks for itself way too loudly "The stoner type" ya know? If ur dating him and friends with bill in the future then I feel like they start smoking at 18 and 19 (18 for ted and 19 for bill)

Calls you an excellent babe, like bill but sweeter in a way?

Swoons when he sees you in his clothes or like his sweaters/shirts/pants/anything for that matter 💗💗

I tried my best,im so sorry if its whack. new to writing so personally it doesnt bother me a lot but still ;-;

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