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widdowxd

Dudes perfectly roasted & ready to devour ☀️ 🧴

combatbabyxx

ftmt4t blogs be like "horny weed and tshot and older dude and physicality" and i be like hell yeah every single time

hyacinthus10

The proxies watching their boss (an eldritch entity feared across worlds, with a body count too vast to fathom and a reputation built on terror alone) gently pamper and coddle the reader.

mursetica

Me trying to read smut but the author doesn’t understand a lick of anatomy

xbonniebunnyx

Do you like creepypastas because you want to be loved by someone equally as broken and undesirable as you without the pressure of having to conform to societies idea of a normal relationship or are you mentally stable?

importantcatpics

ripdrhomo

oops... you shouldn't have hit him

thegoonettes

From My Voice To My Eyes

Pairing . Gyomei X Mute!Reader!Wife

Synopsis . The life of a blind man and a mute woman. Many say their marriage is full of wonder…but for them?...It’s enough.

Short Series:

Content . Fluff , Short-Series , Romance , Eventually Smut & (Loading...)

Notes . Wanting an innocent type of love for this first part. Smut will come in the second.

Chapter One (Loading...)

Chapter Two (Loading...)

importantcatpics

honestlyitsjustsam

i bet Flambae is beyond insufferable in the morning esp when he’s hungry

powerhayakawaa

when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit

wreegis

‘Please draw Flambae with a little Italian Greyhound. He would totally have one’ i see your vision… ☕️

fricks

(mentions of breeding and pregnancy)

ex boyfriend geto showing up at your front door one evening under the guise of picking up a few things he had left at your place, but somehow instead of leaving he trips and falls and ends up balls-deep inside of you 'one last time'.

like breakup sex!! but you broke up weeks ago and he hasn't stopped fucking his fist to the memory of you spasming around his cock every single goddamn night.. he thought he might go crazy if he didn't grant himself such an experience one last time... and of course you're happy to oblige.

you mean, yeah, you broke up. but he gave good dick, and you aren't exactly thrilled to be away from him either. any rebound sex you've had has felt like a chore, trying to find a man that fills and fulfils you in the same way suguru does is so incredibly impossible.

"miss you so much," he's speaking into your ear, voice breaking into a moan as you squeeze around him in turn. "i miss you."

"you miss me?" you scratch down the muscles of his back, trying not to lose yourself in his ministrations. "or you miss this?"

"yes," you can hear the grin in his voice despite his face being hidden against your neck. "yes, yes. god, yes, both. both, baby. come on, take me back... i won't fuck up again, promise..."

your eyes roll back, though you can't tell if it's in annoyance or pleasure. probably both. "you're just saying things."

geto snaps his hips forward and into you at such a speed it knocks the breath from your lungs. mean mean man and his ways of shutting you up... "no i'm not," he groans, lifting his head to look down at you. "i can prove it."

his pace is punishing now. his attempt at reconnecting through a physical avenue has turned into something else entirely... he seems to have a goal now.

"yeah?" you grind up into his thrusts, because you'll be damned if you don't match his pace. keep up. "how's—fuck, how's that?"

one large hand snakes down to splay across your stomach. he presses down firmly, which makes the both of you gasp. you, at the pressure now exacerbating your every feeling. and him, at being able to feel himself fuck you from the inside out.

"could put a baby in here," he pressed down further. "gotta learn some responsibilities somehow, huh? if i breed you out... god, baby, we'd be such good parents. you'd look so pretty with my baby in you. plus, can't leave me if you need me around to help."

"you can't just keep me pregnant and compliant, sugu," you snort.

"no?" suguru kisses your cheek, and then your forehead, and then the tip of your nose. "you wanna bet? could knock you up again and again... sounds perfect to me, love."

he maintains this brutal pace, now driven by the urge to plant his seed, as you think he put it in his pussydrunk ramblings. each thrust forward feels deeper than the last, and you're left wondering how you lasted so long without him... why'd you break up again? you can't remember. or you don't care.

your orgasm comes first. it's overwhelming, and your first in a long time thanks to your newfound inability to get yourself across the finish line without suguru's touch. and your spasming around his cock seems to spur him over the edge as well.

though you're shocked when he pulls out and cums over your stomach. after all that talk of fucking you pregnant, too...

"thought you were gonna—"

you're cut off when suguru presses his lips to yours, kissing you silly like he used to when times were good and you'd never have considered breaking up with the man on top of you.

when he pulls back, he looks elated.

"take me back," he whispers. "i'll prove myself to you, and then i'm gonna marry you, and knock you up on our wedding night. deal?"

ah, fuck it.

"deal."

this one is also a repost but i dont like this fic it never got onto my masterlist nor will it get on my masterlist again but people asked for it back so here it is. you're allowed to accuse me of stealing this one because then i can blame someone else for writing it

barelyalivesstuff

Stop Biting Me!—⁠☆

Summary: You just chomped Zanka while cuddling and he IS not going to let it slide!

Warnings: fluff, suggestive(?), reader is genderneutral, no use of she, he or they, reader is biting Zanka and lots of fluff.

Characters: Zanka Nijiku.

A/N: Thank you for the request love<33.

Zanka learns very quickly that cuddling with you is a dangerous activity.

Not because you squeeze too tight or cling too much—he can handle that. He pretends he can’t, but he can. What he cannot handle is the way you get this look in your eyes when he’s relaxed. When his guard is down. When his shoulders finally loosen and his breathing evens out like he’s not constantly bracing for the world to swing first.

That’s when it happens.

You’re pressed against his side, legs tangled, his arm slung around you in that careless way he only does when he’s exhausted. You’re peppering his face with soft kisses—jaw, cheek, temple—nothing unusual. Zanka’s already red about it, already clicking his tongue.

“Hey—stop that. You’re being annoying.”

You hum, clearly not stopping.

Another kiss. Another. Your hand sneaks into his jacket, fingers warm against his side, and Zanka exhales through his nose, trying very hard not to melt into it, while he's body is burning hot. He’s about to say something else—probably another half-hearted complaint—

When suddenly you bite him.

Not a nibble. Not playful teeth.

An actual bite to his shoulder.

Zanka yelps.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

He jerks so hard you almost roll off the couch, clutching the fabric of his jacket like it personally betrayed him. He whirls on you, face flushed, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Did you just—did you BITE me??”

You’re already apologizing through laughter, hands on his chest, trying to explain between giggles. Something about how he’s cute, how it’s an instinct, how you didn’t mean to bite that hard—

“That hard?!” he snaps. “You bit me like you were testing if I was edible!”

You lean in again, kissing the spot like it’ll undo the damage.

It does not help.

Zanka slaps a hand over the bite, mortified and flustered and very aware of how close you are again. “Don’t—don’t kiss it! That’s not how that works!”

You kiss it again.

Then, without warning—

Another bite. This time to his collarbone.

Zanka freezes.

Slowly, slowly, he grabs your face between his hands—not rough, but firm enough that you can’t escape—and stares at you like he’s reevaluating every life choice that led here.

“…Are you a damn animal?”

You grin.

His ears burn bright red. “Stop smiling like that! I’m serious—quit biting me! What if someone sees that?!”

He tries to pull away, but you cling, curling back into his chest like nothing happened. Like biting your partner is just a normal part of affection. Zanka huffs, annoyed, heart beating way too fast for someone pretending not to care.

Minutes pass. You’re calm again. Quiet. Just breathing together.

Zanka relaxes.

Big mistake.

You tilt your head and bite his jaw.

He loses it.

“THAT’S IT—NO MORE CUDDLING!” he barks, pushing you back just enough to scold properly. “You don’t get to act all sweet and then attack me! That’s not affection, that’s psychological warfare!”

You pout. You say something about how it’s because you like him too much.

He falters.

“…That’s not—” He looks away, jaw tight. “That’s not a good excuse.”

But he pulls you back anyway.

Careful this time, he keeps one hand at your shoulder, like he’s bracing for impact. “If you bite me again,” he mutters, “I’m putting you on the floor.”

You promise. Probably lying.

Zanka knows this.

He sighs, resigned, cheeks still pink, holding you close like you’re trouble he chose willingly.

“…Seriously,” he grumbles, softer now. “Warn me next time, at least.”

And yet—he doesn’t let go.

Hope you liked it.LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

Don't steal,copy,edit or use my works in any form without my permission.

Barelyalive out!

arimari81-70

How it feels logging onto Tumblr to read fics after joining a new fandom

anas-fromgaza

The war is not over !!!!!

Gaza is still bleeding !!!!

Donation link for a family from Gaza

People keep saying there’s a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. I’m writing this because the world thinks Gaza is “calm” now.

It’s not. The bombs didn’t stop. The drones didn’t stop. The funerals didn’t stop.

During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. You’ll see the photos I’m adding below - all taken during the “pause”. This is what our reality looks like.

My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.

312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!