I actually speak Spanish

I write with a translator and I love my boys, so don't judge me if something is wrong

[art-by-ady]

Easy, Tiger 🐈

This banner is so cute. Just another reimagining of this scenario. Kinda makes sense to be in your birthday suit tho if you transform from a cat then back to being a human 😂

Frame by frame ⬇️

[lokotrona11]

SAY NO

summary: One night, Finney's coming for you.

characters: Finney Blake

warnings: afab!reader, nothing else, nothing is really important.

a/n: Don't check it before uploading

"Psst," was heard again at your window.You rolled your eyes hearing the noise. It was always the same.

He was on the other side, throwing a pebble at the window so you would run away with him, as always.

You got up, walked toward the window, and opened it; there he was, looking from side to side, wearing a jacket and gloves, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"I’m not going, Finn," you said, looking at him seriously.

Finn looked up and locked eyes with yours.

He stepped a bit closer, murmuring, "Let’s go to that pub you like," he said without rush. "I won't do it again, I swear."

Of course he will do it again; they always do.

Finn seeks you out one night without you asking, takes you where he wants, you kiss, you talk, you even have sex sometimes, but then he drops you back at your house in the early hours of the morning, then ignores you for weeks, until he appears at your window again, without explanation.

Of course you were frustrated; you are in love with him, you want him to love you all the time, not just on a cold night when he wants to fill the void.

But even with all that, you don't stop going. You don't stop ending up accepting. Every time.

"That’s what you said last time," you reminded him, the cold starting to make your bare skin prickle.

He looked to the sides again, making sure they were alone. You hated when he did that. "It wasn't on purpose, you know you have a good time with me too."

And yes, you have an incredible time in his arms, so much so that others seemed absurd to you even if they brought the heavens to your feet.

"I don't want to, Finn, not today."

Finn stared at you, his beautiful brown eyes seemed to beg you to come down, but he simply adjusted his coat and put a hand in his pocket, the one with the cigarettes.

"Fine. I’m not going to beg you," he said, looking at you one last time.

You saw him take out the pack of cigarettes and start walking at a slow but firm pace.

"No, Finn!" you shouted in a whisper. You didn't want your parents to find out either.

"Fine, I’m going," you said without looking at him, already going to get your coat.

Finn stopped, took a few steps back, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

You put on your coat in a hurry, locked your door, praying your parents wouldn't need you tonight, and ran to the window.

As soon as Finn saw you, he put away his cigarettes and raised his arms. "I've got you."

You couldn't help but smile; you touched the balcony, closed the window as best as you could from the outside, and looked at him.

"Argh." Your balcony wasn't very high, so with one push, you were in his arms.

Finny holds you by the waist when you fall. "Shall we go?" he said in your ear.

You turned on your heels, ending up inches from his face; you smiled, unable to help yourself.

"Only if you don't smoke today."

Finn looked at his pocket, where his cigarettes rested.

"When have I ever smoked when sharing a night with you?"

And it was true, Finn never smoked when he was with you, because just like him, you could never say no to him.

[lokotrona11]

Just for the Climax

summary: Bokuto is in love with someone who is only using him.

characters: koutarou bokuto

nsfw/smut!!!, afab!reader, Semi-public sex (? I don't think so, not much actually

a/n: Don't be surprised, but... I didn't check it beforehand, that's all.

Bokuto had you against the bed, your face pressed into the pillow.

"Bo... More, please," you squeal, even though he’s already breaking you.

Bokuto sighs, lifting your hips higher with his heavy hands and squeezing your flesh.

"Ahgm, I love it when you call me that, darling," he moans, slamming more aggressively against your ass.

One of his hands lets go of your hip and travels to your clitoris, pressing his chest against your arched back.

Your mouth falls open the moment you feel the pressure. "Ahh, Bokuto..." you scream, pressing yourself further into the pillow.

The captain smiles, without breaking his rhythm. "Do you like it? Tell me."

You arch even more, lifting your face from the pillow. "Oh heavens, yes... Yes!" You feel a bit of drool escape the corner of your mouth, but you don't care.

He pulls at your hip, meeting his penis halfway with more aggression.

You lift your face completely, using your forearms to steady yourself.

"Ohhh, Bokuto, please, please..." you shout, not knowing what you're asking for.

He moves his hand away from your clitoris, grabbing your hair like a ponytail with that hand, while the other travels to your mouth, arching your back, hitting deeper.

"Don't scream, love, they can hear us," he says in a tone that is already loud itself.

You want to roll your eyes but settle for nodding mindlessly.

Bokuto hits you deep and fast, his hand pressing your face and your hair, and you feel like you could die in peace.

"Love... tell me," he says suddenly, without stopping. "I feel you're close..."

You squeal as best as you can, nodding because yes, you are close to the climax.

"Tell me or I will stop" he growls, biting your earlobe.

Letting go of your mouth.

"Bokuto..." you try to start, but his thrusts don't let you think clearly. "Bokuto, I love you! I love you so much, my Bo," you scream, clinging to him.

"I really love you..." you say, feeling the tension in your womb.

"I'm close too... Do it when I tell you," he says, letting go of your hair and pushing you onto the bed, letting one hand press your lower belly, giving you more pressure. You want to cry.

Bokuto gives a couple more thrusts and moans. "Now."

He brings his hand back down to your clitoris, barely playing with it because you are already screaming and coming on his cock.

"Ahhh!" you shout, feeling his thick liquid fill you.

Bokuto smiles, looking down at you.He pulls out of you. "Don't leave today, okay? We can sleep together," he asks.

You turn your head and look at him as best as you can. "Bokuto, I..." you start.

There it is again, your excuses.

"A second ago it was Bo..." he says curtly.

"You always leave; it seems like you only seek me out to fuck and once you get it, you go."

You always used to do this; you’d meet him somewhere, let him fuck you as much as he wanted, but as soon as you both came and the climax ended, you’d leave until the next date.

You sit up in bed, still feeling sticky.

"It’s not like that, handsome. I love you, I'm not using you, but today I have to go." You start getting out of bed and putting on your panties, without cleaning yourself.

"You know it, Bokuto, I like you," you continue while putting on your pants and your shirt without a bra.

He sits on the bed facing you, still naked.

You take your coat and approach him while he’s still on the bed, looking at you hurt. You kiss him briefly on the lips.

"I promise, sweetie, next time we’ll sleep together," you say simply and walk toward the door, not looking back.

You always do the same thing, he always waits for you, he always wants to sleep with you, and you always tell him the same thing.

Poor baby in love. :(

[lokotrona11]

I'm thinking of expanding my list of characters I write about, but I'm really indecisive. Should I do it? Lately, I've been liking Haikyuu!! or something anime-related, but I don't know. Maybe Love and Deepspace? Or any other fandom, I don't know AHHHHH

[lokotrona11]

I don't understand how people like my work. I'm not trying to be a victim, but time passes and I reread what I've written and it's crap, yet even my early work still gets support. Thanks <3.

[unprompted-acapella]

GET YOUR SMUT OUT OF THE FLUFF TAGS‼️‼️‼️

To every person who has put smut in the fluff tags, I wish you every inconvenience possible. I hope your spoon falls into your soup. I hope your plastic straw has a hole in the side so you can’t use it properly after a while. I hope the next time you buy shoes, they end up being different sizes and no returns. I hope all your tires lose air pressure when you’re late. I hope you wake up and your phone didn’t charge. I hope your shoes squeak embarrassingly loud even when they aren’t wet. I hope the barista gets your drink wrong. I hope your dad comes home without the milk.

I mean seriously. I shouldn’t have to spend 10 minutes scrolling through the FLUFF TAG to actually find fluff fics. Take your porn elsewhere

[okkovloggybits1994]

Factssss

[itwilra]

oh to be 13 again reading fanfiction till the sun came up 😞😞

[medicli]

truth or dare with ZAYNE & CALEB [gone right] — mdni

you’re not sure how you ended up between your childhood best friend and your childhood crush, but here you were, tears streaming down your flushed face with a hand wrapped around zayne’s leaky cock and caleb pressed deep inside of you.

you never thought you’d be in this position; caleb pounding into you, mean and ruthless while zayne kept your hair out of your face. of course you’d imagined it, but you didn’t think a game of truth or dare would lead to this… to you getting fucked from both ends. 

“i dare you to kiss your favorite person in the room.” caleb had said, dark clouds swimming in his usually bright, violet eyes. 

how were you ever supposed to choose just one? you couldn’t pick one without leaving the other and the thought of that broke you. it felt impossible—like trying to divide your heart cleanly in two when it had already tangled itself around them both. 

zayne, with his quiet gentleness, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you like you were something precious. the way his dark hair fell just right, framing those love struck green eyes that always seemed to linger on you a second too long.

and caleb—your steady, warm, unfaltering caleb. the one who always stood between you and anything that could hurt you, who could pull laughter from your chest even on the days you swore you couldn’t even smile. when you thought of caleb, you thought of his easy, boyish smile, his messy hair—the mere comfort of him.

they were different, but somehow equal in the way they consumed you.

because the truth was—you had thought about them together. more than you should have. in ways that made your cheeks burn and your pulse stutter. you imagined their hands on you, their voices low in your ear, the way they’d take you apart piece by piece until you couldn’t think… until you couldn’t speak. you’d be a big liar if you hadn’t thought about them putting you in compromising positions—fucking you stupid till you were nothing but puddle of mush and cum. 

you’d gnawed on your lip before you ultimately made a choice. if you could even call it that.

you kissed zayne first, soft. timid. like you were afraid of what it might mean. and you could tell he was shocked immediately with the way he tensed beneath you, caught completely off guard. but then his hands found your back, hesitant at first, then certain, pulling you closer as he melted into it, savoring your taste and the feeling of your plush lips. 

caleb fumed. his face flushed, his brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and anger—but most of all, hurt. except the second you pulled back from zayne, eyes dazed and hazy, you crawled over to caleb and cradled his face in your hands. you read everything in his eyes. the pain, the longing—it all swam in his violet irises. you pressed your lips to his and caleb didn’t tense. no, caleb devoured you. all the patience zayne had, caleb lacked. where zayne had been soft, caleb was all heat and urgency—he didn’t release you till he physically couldn’t breathe.

he left you breathless. and when you opened your eyes, you peered into his lidded ones. gone was the pain, replaced with dark hunger. carnal desire. a look that would’ve scared you had you not known him your whole life. 

and then, suddenly, the game was over. and you thought, maybe, your friendships with the men you loved were too. 

but when caleb murmured to zayne who sat with his jaw clenched, dark green eyes boring into your back, “since you got to kiss her first, you wouldn’t mind if i fucked her first, would you?”

you went rigid, but you couldn’t deny that your panties were soddened. there was no coming back from this and you knew that.

so maybe that’s how you ended up here. zayne’s hands, soft and cool, the way they’ve always been. caleb’s hands, hot and rough, the way they’ve always been. zayne and caleb ravaging you like it’s something they dreamed of as well. 

and just like in your dreams, caleb has a jealous streak. he always has, but he’s always been subtle. he’s never been this obvious before. 

“sloppy fuckin’ pussy keeps tightening ‘round me, pips,” he laughs incredulously. “does getting fucked by two guys turn you on this much?” 

you gargle around zayne’s cock, spit bubbling at the base. caleb’s words ring in your ears and have your throat constricting around zayne’s fat tip. zayne pulls your head up and off, sweeping the hair out of your face and cooing at your disheveled appearance. 

your swollen lips open to respond, but all that comes out is a high pitched moan elicited by caleb’s rougher thrust. almost like he wants to fuck the response out of you.

“y-yes,” you choke out and the sound of your voice makes caleb twitch, a groan rumbling in his chest behind you. “fuck, yes… i l-love it.”

“you’re so gorgeous, darling. you’re doing so well for us,” zayne whispers, cupping your cheeks with his big hands. he leans down pressing his lips to yours again, swallowing every whimper and moan and whine that comes out of you. “mmm, such a good girl, isn’t she, caleb?” the words are murmured against your lips but he hears them loud and clear. 

caleb’s grip is near bruising now. when the words come out, they’re clipped and just short of a snarl. “yeah, takin’ me like such a good girl… ‘s like you were made for me ‘n my cock.”

zayne smirks, “just yours?”

his dark violet eyes bore into zayne’s glinting ones and he spits with no hesitation whatsoever, “yes.” his thrusts get rougher—deeper. his balls slap against your sopping pussy and every plunge rattles your body. 

“calebbb,” you moan, wrapping your hand around the base of zayne’s cock and pumping him without a sense of rhythm while you cry against his thigh. “mmph, 's t-too deep.” 

he hums in satisfaction, smiling and his eyes flit between your cunt that swallows his thick cock whole and zayne who is still grinning back at him. “you hear that, zayne? it sure sounds like she’s made for me.”

zayne hums, tipping your chin up, gently pulling your attention away from caleb just to look at you. his gaze softens at the sight of your teary eyes, the salty trails slipping down your flushed cheeks, but his body reacts with a throb. his cock aches in your hand and he exhales. his voice is soft when he pipes up which is a stark contrast to what you’re experiencing behind you. “sweetheart, would you like for me to leave you and caleb alone?” zayne murmurs. 

“n-no! no,” you blurt, much to caleb’s dismay—tightening your grip around his cock and jerking him up and down. your hand is inconsistent, as is the speed, but you continue regardless, in fear he feels neglected. you'd die before making him leave. “please… z-zaynie, don’t go. i-i want you.”

caleb nearly growls before you continue. “i want both of you—please.” your voice is barely above a whisper, cracked and broken. “oh god—fuck, please. please. please.”

zayne’s thumb tugs at your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, a soft, breathy praise leaving him as your brows knit together and your eyes flutter closed, pleasure washing over your expression.

“good girl. so good for us,” zayne says. “we’ll take care of you, my love.” it’s a promise that sounds more like a threat with the way caleb continues to pound into you harder. 

you can’t help the way your body reacts. your stomach tightens, your legs shake, your pussy flutters in the most uncontrollable way around your best friends dick. it’s overwhelming—overstimulating. it makes you shake—it reduces you to absolutely nothing. 

“c’mon, baby. cum on this dick. make a mess for me—” zayne cuts him off with the clearing of his throat to which caleb rolls his eyes and corrects himself. “for us.” he mutters begrudgingly. "cum for us, pretty girl."

and caleb’s coaxing along with zayne’s gentle praises drive you over the edge. your body pulls taut, your pussy spasms and you gush all over the cock behind you. your mouth is wide open to let out a silent scream while you completely unravel before the two men. 

"that's it," zayne coos, sweetly while you slump against his thigh. "atta girl. you take it so well, don't you, sweetheart?"

you respond brokenly against his quad, letting caleb fuck you through your orgasm. the plap, plap, plap sounds echo in the room along with labored breathing and desperate whimpers that slip out of both you and caleb. 

neither zayne nor caleb have finished yet, but your body is already giving out. your eyes are fluttering shut, breaths are uneven all the while exhaustion pulls at you like something you can’t quite fight.

you’re right on the edge of slipping away when zayne’s voice cuts through all the haze and brain fog. the way caleb reacts with that low, possessive sound rumbling from his chest, has your already rapid pulse stuttering.

“how would you feel,” zayne murmurs, something teasing laced beneath it, “if me and caleb switched?”

it’s all it takes.

your eyes snap open, a sudden rush of heat and awareness flooding back into your veins, chasing away every trace of fatigue. 

caleb wants to protest—he wants to finish inside of you… to mark and claim you first, but he swallows his words when you lift your head and whisper to the raven haired man sitting in front of you, "i wanna feel you, too. please?"

zayne’s lips tug into a slow, knowing smile, his gaze flicking toward caleb—who looks like he’s barely holding himself together. he's seething, but he'd never truly deny you what you want. neither of them would. 

"what do you say we give our greedy girl what she wants?"

kit says… ummmmmmmmmmmm my two mains taking me to paris would heal me btw. thank u my little rhi @luvinbloom for beta reading <3 ily. COMMENTS AND REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. ill literally kiss u.

© all works belong to MEDICLI 2026. do not copy or repost.

[starkissedxav]

one of the main things that drew me in abt xavier is the fact that it’s not fate or some cosmic force that brings him back to us time and time again ,, it’s just his sheer love and determination to be with us in every life time </3 he chooses us over and over and Over time and time again because he loves us That much .

like ??? to love someone so much you will bend time and space to be with them is so beautiful :( to be able to do anything and everything you want for hundreds and hundreds of years but he chooses to be with us, domestic as can be and he never once feels even a tinge of regret or doubt ??? i love my starboy so much

[cherryscript]

MINI-YOUS AND MINI-ME . . . SERIES M.LIST

Baby #1 arrives. Carbon copy Caleb. Same purple eyes, same stubborn little brow, same everything. Caleb’s stunned. You’re sobbing. The doctor even snorts, “Well, no denying paternity here.” Caleb mutters, “Her genes didn’t even try.” You beam through tears, pressing your lips to the baby’s forehead. “God listened to me, Caleb. I asked for a mini-you.”

Caleb squints. “…you what?” But before he can interrogate you further, Baby #1 squeaks, and that’s it—he’s sold.

Baby #2 comes along. Caleb’s pacing outside the delivery room, sweating like it’s battle. The nurse comes out, holding the newborn. “Congratulations, Colonel. It’s another healthy baby boy.”

Caleb’s heart soars—until he looks. It’s him. Again. Purple eyes staring up at him like he’s looking into a funhouse mirror. Caleb freezes. “…copy-paste??”

You, exhausted but glowing, cradle the baby with a grin. “Another one. I’m not mad.” Caleb falls into the chair, rubbing his temples. “Pipsqueak… is there a setting on your body where my genes just… win by default? What is happening?”

Baby #3. At this point Caleb’s praying in the hospital hallway like he’s in church. “God, I love my boys. But please, please, give my wife a baby that looks like her. I beg you.”

The doors swing open. The nurse hands him the third son. And Caleb nearly collapses. Because it’s him. AGAIN. Same brown fuzz on his head. Same tiny purple stare.

He storms into your room, dropping to his knees beside your bed, clutching your hand like a soldier begging mercy. “PIPSQUEAK. PLEASE. NO MORE MINI-ME. I CAN’T DO THIS. I LOVE THEM, I DO, BUT I WANT A MINI-YOU. JUST ONE. JUST ONE LITTLE GIRL WITH YOUR HAIR, YOUR EYES, YOUR SMILE. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GIVE ME A DAUGHTER BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND.”

You, tired and loopy, just laugh. “You look good down there, Colonel.” Caleb glares. “I’m serious. I’ll march into heaven myself and file a complaint.”

And God must’ve heard him, because Baby #4 finally arrives. Tiny, squishy, soft features… and unmistakably you. Caleb takes one look and starts bawling like he’s been shot. Scoops her up in his arms, kisses her head, whispering, “Finally. Finally, a mini you. She’s perfect. She’s my miracle.”

The boys are peeking in from the corner, whispering. “Why’s Dad crying like that?” The oldest shrugs. “Guess God finally patched the bug.”

[marauderstars]

James Potter’s pronouns are he/himbo.

[llovelygood]

band!marauders' instagram accounts headcanons

modern muggle au — [Valkyries' version]

Singer, but knows how to play the piano and the guitar.

This guy doesn't do social media.

He has the account only because he's a public figure and he has to.

He rarely posts anything, only photos of his dog or pictures at the studio or at their concerts.

He has had the same profile picture for years because he's lazy and doesn't want to change it.

Yes, he's a dog dad, and yes, he has named the dog Padfoot, just like his stage name.

He once posted on his stories a picture of him and his dog and delated it two hours after, but the fans had already gone crazy.

He's very private and doesn't show much about his life on the internet.

Still, he gets an inmense amount of hate for no reason at all.

Bassist.

Most popular member out of the four.

Unlike Sirius, James uses instagram like a portfolio.

He loves to post pictures of himself shirtless because he isn't allowed to do it on stage.

He doesn't care tho, he still takes his shit off mid show for a couple of songs.

He's an ambassador for Calvin Klein.

He posts Lily every now and then but has to disable the comments because of the toxic fans.

The first love song The Marauders ever sang was written by James about Lily even before they were dating.

He confessed it on the first anniversary post he did, in which he hard launched his relationship after having dating rumors with a model.

If he could follow more people apart from his bandmates and the band's official account he would be following the entire music industry.

Because James makes friends at every award show The Marauders are invited to.

And he makes sure to post the pictures he takes with them.

He took and posted a picture with Bad Bunny on this year's Grammy awards.

Guitarist.

Remus cares for an aesthetic feed, following a color palette and everything.

Rarely posts pictures, he usually posts a lot of stories. Doesn't have any highlight tho.

He doesn't look like the type of guy who spends too much time online but the reality is the complete opposite.

He is SO chronically online and he's trying to spend less time on his phone but he just can't.

He has secret accounts in almost every social media, and he's a hater. He finds it funny to be a hater.

Yes, he knows about the fanfics.

Yes, he reads the fanfics.

Drummer.

Loves Whiplash and it is the only movie he has on his favorites in letterbox.

Fans had found his letterbox account.

Eventually he gave up trying to hide it and started posting his letterbox reviews on his instagram stories.

He sometimes does monthly dumps, whenever he remembers.

He used to do a lot of instagram live's, alone or with Remus, some years ago.

He stopped because of the haters.

His first hater has Remus messing around on his secret account, but he stopped once he realized how many haters were actually joining Pete's livestream.

He gives the fans the best pictures of the band and each member.

He doesn't know the meaning of gatekeeping.

Fans have pictures of Sirius thanks to Pete.

Fans had also found his private twitter account. The guy can't catch a break. He needs a masterclass from Remus.

[3holmes]

A Peaky Blinders movie...Okay is Esme Shelby in it?

A Peaky Blinders sequel series...Okay is Esme Shelby in it?

If the answer is no I'm -personally- not that interested.

[wonderlanddreamer]

He's such a doggo dad.

[aeyoshinyships]

I secretly pretend John and Esme and the kids are all living happily in the countryside with the dogs and the chickens and the lot of crazy Lee cousins.

No drama, no killing, no epic plans for world domination (fuck off Tommy)…just happy and at peace.

[smilefortae]

I need more maze runner fanfics

[reignpage]

Not so friendly reminder to you all not to respond to fearmongering comments like this:

I have gotten a couple comments like this in the past two weeks. Almost an exact copy of each other.

Each time, I have blocked them. You must do the same. They are scammers. They get you to message them, and they will claim that they have accidentally reported your account. They will convince you to go to Discord, where someone will charge you an arbitrary amount of money to get your account back. It is all a lie.

They will ask for control over your account, only to message people you follow the same message to continue the scam.

Do not engage with them.

If you do after seeing this warning, you will only have yourself to blame. So let us be smart and safe online.

[lokotrona11]

Do you write smut ? If you do could you please write Finney blake smut at the Alpine camp? Like,maybe Gwen is sleeping at another of the rooms with Ernesto and Finney and reader are left alone,and then after they fight it happens?

Hii! Sorry, but I won't write smut anymore ;( At least not for now