actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

it’s Eren month🤍

"lets cuddle" and by cuddle i mean aggressively make-out with our hands going everywhere

⌗︙・choso learning about boobs ⸜⸜・

choso does understand the concept of boobs. he understands that humans have some reproductive organs and that he should be attracted to that. and yuuji already showed him some porn so he can say he liked that. but boobs just don't have sense to him.

"you wanna go further?" you moan into his mouth. choso has his hands all around your body, rubbing at your hips and thighs. you're almost in his lap and as much as you want to hump him, you know he doesn't understand it.

"yeah, we can try." he says, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. you smile against his lips, sneaking your tongue into his mouth. you push your shirt lower so that he can get a good view of your cleavage.

"kiss me there." you tell him. choso looks at you with an unsure look but does as told. he kisses the mouth of your breast, licking and sucking at the skin. you give him access to more skin by popping your nipple out. other boys would be on their knees by now but choso is just confused. that's until his tongue teases your nipple and he takes it in his mouth. he gives it a few testing sucks because his eyes close and he gets into it.

"choso, honey. that's not-" you don't get to finish even he bites on your breast. soon, he shifts to the other boob and he gives it the same treatment. he's almost laying in your lap, just lapping and sucking at your nipples. he finally pulls your tits out of his mouth, breathing hard and his eyes wide.

"what's that?" he asks and you're not sure what it's about.

"you nursed on me like a little baby. although i have no milk." you giggle as you wipe his drool from your boobs.

"YOU CAN PRODUCE MILK?"

you decided not to tell him how you can produce milk yet.

fandom creators always make choso look “blank” or “stoic” when he probably has the biggest range of expressions out of anybody in jjk

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tags —nsfw, unprotected sex, pregnancy, cum dump, pet names, riding, dacriphilia, cum slut, cockwarming, mood swings, morning sickness,

notes— links are informational NOT nsfw links! OPEN THEM!

one thing that always calmed toji was definitely being deep inside his most precious person. feeling you squeeze around him had his stomach clenching, lips clashing with yours as you whined.

“my dicks fuckin’ melting,” he pants. he had you in so many different positions, absolutely wrecking your body. currently he had you in one of your favorites. especially after missing him after he’d been away for so long. his hand laced in your small one, squeezing it with each sharp thrust. holding it beside your blessed out face.

“gunnu c…cumm,” your eyes flutter, your free hand held his face, lips falling open as he kissed you, groaning as he picked up the pace, your back arched up, legs crossed behind his back as he angled your hips up. he felt himself slide deeper inside letting you suck him in.

“remember the shape of my dick, pup?” he chuckles, sitting up on his knees to grab your hips, thumb falling over your swollen clit.

“mmh just know y-yours, toji!” his thumb circles your bundle of nerves watching you cry out, legs trembling.

ykw? i love porn with plot. i love stories that surround the smut scenes. i love the build up. don't let people who tell you they skip "straight to the smut" disrespect your fics and discourage you. i love the efforts you take to write the parts that leads to the smut. it actually makes it more interesting since we know more about the scene. so thank you for writing it.

I hope my future partner has nerves of steel cos he's gonna need them to have to deal with my family.

You Know My Desires

Kinktober Day 1: Azriel x Reader [Wingplay]

Summary: Azriel is a jealous male, and you know just how to calm him down.

Warnings: Smut, wingplay, jealousy, possessiveness, dom/sub dynamics.

Word Count: 2,892

Notes: Alrighty, let’s do this!

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He’s trapped.

Boots rooted to the unusually pristine floors of the Court of Nightmares ballroom. Body rigid and frozen, nearly vibrating with rage. His wings ache from being held taut, and his teeth are on the verge of cracking from how tightly set his jaw is.

If he moves, this entire sub-court will perish.

re: bimbo!reader (because i love her more than simon now)

thinkin about simon who, with all the scars and surgeries done to his hands and arms, has some sort of nerve damage that leaves him with trembling hands. and sometimes, when it's just a tad too cold or the rain is just too strong, his hands can't stop shaking so he hides them from you.

he is ashamed of how "damaged" he is; he is ashamed of being caught at his weakest, at his most vulnerable. so he stuffs his hands underneath your fluffy blankets or curls them inside the pockets of his jackets so that they are out of sight. he knows you're... slow sometimes and he had hoped, had prayed, that you wouldn't catch on this time too; that you're distracted enough with, well, everything else to see the way he can't even hold a glass without spilling his water.

but he forgets that when it comes to him, when it comes to "simmy," you become the smartest, aren't you, petal?

so the next thing simon knows, you're handing him a hook and a bundle of yarn before teaching him how to crochet. he remembers now how you've had that one phase when you were so obsessed with crocheting even though all you could do is make circles- a ring of single stitches that just keeps going until the edges began to rise until it ended up resembling a little pouch that could only house a pen. but it seems like it doesn't matter to you that you don't really know how to crochet, content with teaching simon the single stitch and chirping at him to keep the line going.

simon's hands continue to tremble, muted pain shooting from his wrists, but simon, for once, forgets. he forgets his blemishes and his scars; forgets that his hands could only ever be good for shooting and for killing and for hurting. he forgets that he is more than a weapon as you two crochet: him, quiet, and you, humming to yourself.

he forgets because you remind him that he is more than the man that he is. in your place, he is simmy. he isn't ghost with a mission. he is simmy with a princess who loves him more than he knows he's worth.

simon trembles, and this time it isn't because of his injured hands. this time, he trembles at the weight of his love for you.

his single crocheted line is wobbly and wrinkly and ugly, but simon watches on as you make a bracelet out of it, securing the ends with knots that simon knows won't hold. but that is alright, because simon will be there to retie your bracelet when you need him to. because simon won't leave you.

"i love you, sweets," simon murmurs, pressing his lips and his words on your forehead.

you giggle. "i love you too, simmy!"

see? with you around, he'll be alright.

Buy her books.

Read them to her.

Eat her pussy.

Fuck her.

Adore her.

0:03 ───|────── 0:00

it's okay if you're not on a rec list

it's okay if you don't have 1000 followers

it's okay if you haven't written as much as you wanted to this year

it's okay if you doubt yourself

it's okay to want more attention

it's okay if you're too shy to share your work

you are valued. you are here. you are important.

there's at least one person out there who recognizes you and looks forward to what you have to say.

you belong.

“𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐘𝐘 . . .”

Eren blinked slowly as he spoke, grinning like an idiot as his glassy eyes darted across his cracked phone screen. “I love you, baby . . . love you-love you so much, baby.”

“Eren,” you frowned, pulling your blanket across your shoulders as you watched him struggle to keep his phone steady. “Are you drunk?”

Relaxing on the couch with several blankets and a bucket of buttery popcorn, you were getting ready to watch a few episodes of your favorite Netflix show when suddenly, your phone rang from an incoming video chat from Eren.

please have some straw hats silliness

꒰ྀི 𝐵𝐿𝒰𝐸 𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒜𝑀 ꒱ྀི

𝜗ϱ 𝓁𝓊𝓋 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 . . . phew ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ ∩꒱ྀིა finally ! are u happie she'z here ?? took mi like . . over a month 2 write dis . story title is inspired by dis song . Minors , Ageless Blogs Do Not Touch ! ! ! !

“ ‘teoooo!” 

black, thick heeled, mary jane loafers drum against the burnished, cherry oak panels of flooring. tiptaptiptaptiptap. a girl’s little hand reaches out for the curved doorframe, using it for leverage to stop her body from propelling forward, to keep her legs from continuing to pump and sprint past it, as she pokes her head into a bedroom. 

sheer, dandelion yellow curtains billow atop of a warm, spring breeze. the current is smooth and gentle; flies over the desk that sits diagonal from the window, drawing attention to an algebra two textbook that sits open atop of it whose thin pages seem to shyly bid her hello, and a binder right beside it. 

empty.

a wee, mean pout graces your lips, plush and glazed over with the sweet, artificial, watermelon flavoring of a lollipop to which’s stick you hold between small fingers, and to further showcase your ever-growing frustration, as if your groans and huffs weren’t enough, you stomp your foot prior to lifting your chin and belling out a firm, “ 'teo!”