#scenarios

[thatpollguy]

If you were never allowed to eat one of these foods ever again, which would you sacrifice?

Eggs

Cheese

Bread

Cake

Biscuits/Cookies

Chocolate

Ice-cream

Cereal

Peanut butter

Marshmallows

Fruit

Potatoes

Voting ended onNov 10, 2025

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐔𝐏, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘...❞

wc: 628. not proofread. anon.

you were not much of a talker. and you boyfriend suguru knew that. he understood that. and because of that, he learned that small actions were signals that you wanted something.

you would stare at something for way too long at the store and he knew you liked it. you wouldn't take your eyes off of it until he grabbed your attention. "you like it, baby", he would ask, his height towering over you and playing with your hair.

"yeah..."

"do you want it?", you only stare at him, not really wanting to say anything. you didn't want to be ungrateful. "it's okay I'll buy it for you", he flashed you a smile and gave you a small peck on the cheek before taking it off the shelf and paying for it.

when you want to cuddle, you would walk up to hin and grab his hand then lead him onto the bed or the couch. he would lay with you, your head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he's caressing your thigh and kissing the top of your heard occasionally whispering sweet nothings.

sometimes you just sit on his lap when you want attention while he's either working or playing video games. he smiles and presses a soft kiss on your lips as you make yourself comfy. "you're gonna have all my attention when i'm done, cutie"

suguru almost always catches you staring at his food whenever you're out to eat. your boyfriend's food just looks so much more scrumptious. you try to make it subtle but he sees it. he picks some up with his fork/spoon/chopsticks and places it near your mouth. "say ahhhh....", he says and you open your mouth taking a bite of his food. it really was delicious.

"it's really good", you say and he smiles.

"mhmmm... if you want we can eat together", he pushes his plate between the both of you. you just can't help but think how sweet he is.

you always help suguru relax after he comes back from work. completely exhausted and all suguru can think of is enjoying a nice dinner and bath then cuddling with you on your shared bed.

although he understands that you're too shy to express yourself to him at times, that doesn't mean he's not gonna tease you.

you walk up to suguru and tug on his sleeve. he knows that means that you want a kiss, but he's gonna act clueless, just because he can. "what's the matter sweatheart?", he asks a stupid smirk on his face.

"uhh...", you're trying to come up with words but nothing. so you just stare at him and tug at his sleeve again, hoping he got the message this time.

"sweetie, i'm not just gonna understand you if you don't talk", he plays with the ends of your hair and you feel lile combusting. why was he doing this to you?

you sat in silence again but nothing. realizing that he really wasn't gonna do anything, you breathe out and gather your words. "i-i....want a...kiss", you say quietly.

"what's that? i didn't hear you. speak up pretty...", your heart is beating more rapidly now and your cheeks are getting warmer. but he's not showing signs of mercy.

frustrated you let it all out. "i want a kiss, suguru", he chuckles.

"you could've just said so", he pulls you by your waist, placing one hand behind your neck and placing a soft but passionate kiss on your awaiting lips. he pulls you impossibly closer to you, deepening the kiss only letting go to take in a breathe before tasting your addictive lips again.

suguru pulls away, the both of you breatheless, his forehead on yours. "that wasn't so hard now was it?..."

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[granddaughter-of-shaokahn]

↳ *Talk to me like that again…* ༉‧₊˚✧

Summary: Alastor discovers how much his southern accent and French affect you… and uses it to his advantage.

Type: Romantic, Headcanon.

Warning:Intense flirting, deep voice, melting accents, stable relationship

══💞══╡°˖✧💌✧˖°╞══💞══

The day had been long and peaceful, and the house was enveloped in a gentle silence, the kind of silence that only exists when the person you love is near. You were in the kitchen tidying up, taking your time, enjoying the simplicity of the moment. The warmth of New Orleans drifted in through the window, mingling with the sweet aroma of wood and coffee.

You heard the front door open.

Alastor was back. His footsteps were unmistakable: light, elegant, almost musical. But when he spoke, you froze instantly.

"Afternoon, darling."

The Southern accent hit you full force, warm, deep, smooth like melting honey. You felt a shiver run down your spine so quickly that your hand went limp and you almost dropped the plate you were drying.

Alastor noticed it immediately. He always did.

"Everything alright here?" "—he asked as he entered the kitchen, his smile calm and that mischievous glint hidden behind his eyes.

You swallowed, trying to compose yourself.

"Yes… yes, I'm fine. I was just… surprised."

He approached slowly, like someone approaching a small animal they want to observe closely without scaring it. Or, in his case, like a man who had just discovered that his voice could make you tremble.

"Were you surprised… by what exactly?" he asked, leaning slightly forward to get a better look.

You looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"By… by your accent."

Alastor's smile became slow, satisfied, dangerously charming.

"Does my southern accent bother you?" he asked, moving even closer.

" "I-I didn't say that…"

He chuckled softly and took you by the waist, with a gentleness that contrasted with the firmness of his fingers.

"No, you didn't say it. But you showed it very well," he whispered near your ear.

Your knees almost buckled. Alastor felt it. He held you tighter, as if he'd been expecting it.

"Careful, my love… if you react like this to a word, I don't know what I'll do to you," he murmured with that marked, slow, delicious accent.

You hid your face in his chest, utterly embarrassed. And he chuckled softly, completely pleased.

Later, you were in the living room. You were trying to concentrate on a book, but he moved around the room with that irritatingly perfect elegance, as if he knew you were watching him out of the corner of your eye.

At one point, he needed a notebook and asked you:

"Pass me la petite noire, ma chérie…"

The sound of the French words struck you like lightning. Your breath caught in your throat. The book slipped from your hands and fell to the floor with a thud.

Alastor looked up immediately.

And when he saw your wide eyes, your flushed cheeks, and your mouth trembling, speechless… He set the notebook aside and walked slowly toward you, savoring every step. He crouched down to your level and placed a hand on your knee.

"Cherie… is everything alright?"

You didn't answer. It was impossible. Your throat wouldn't allow it.

He brought his face close to yours. His nose brushed your cheek. His warm breath caressed your ear.

"Does my French make you feel this way…?" he asked in a low, deep voice.

You let out a sound you didn't even know you were capable of. A small moan mixed with nervous laughter. Something completely involuntary.

Alastor smiled, sliding his hand up your thigh to help you keep from falling off the chair.

"God… you're adorable," he whispered.

He took you by the waist and pulled you toward him, sitting you on his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Your legs trembled. He placed one hand on your back, the other on your thigh, holding you steady.

"If you only knew what it does to me to see you like this…" he said, this time in French, soft, slow, dangerously intimate, "viens ici, mon cœur…"

You clung to his shirt. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. You were far, far from being able to maintain any dignity.

He knew it. And he chuckled softly, a mixture of tenderness and mischief in his voice.

“My love…” he whispered, his lips brushing your neck without quite kissing you. “If I can melt you just by talking… imagine what I could do if I really wanted to.”

Your nails dug into his shoulder. He tilted his head, savoring every micro-reaction.

“Do you want me to keep talking?” he asked.

“Do you want… a little more of my accent?

Or… do you prefer my French, hm?”

The way your body responded was all the answer he needed. And he, smiling like the elegant devil he was even in human form, rested his forehead against yours and murmured:

“Very well, darling… Then I’m not going to stop talking at all.”

[idiasplayertwo]

LUCKY YOU .ᐟ

𝓡eaction to their beloved wearing "𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢" jeans <33 .

·˚ ༘ 𝓕eaturing ; trey, leona, floyd, vil, cater !

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ WARNING; minors do not interact !!

— unedited writing —

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒯rey !

doesn't take trey long to notice, when he unzips your jeans he blinks once, twice—and chuckles lightly into your ear. his eyes linger too long for you to not notice, and you blushes slightly.

"well...that's one way to get a guy's attention~"

he gently hooks his fingers between your belt loops and pulls them further apart, and down your thighs, to get a better view of your underwear as well.

your back arches slightly above the bed sheets.

"i'd say i am pretty lucky~"

his smile is warm, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks gave him away. he absolutely felt like the luckiest man on earth when he kissed you and pulled your pants down further.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ℒeona !

he laughs, not judgemental, but amused. he pulls the zipper down all the way and caresses the text with his fingers, your hips jerk at his touch.

his eyes sharpened with lust as he leaned over, breath hot against your skin as he whispered. "i am a lucky man, aren't i?"

he teases the waistband of your panties and hooks a finger under them to slap them back against your skin, biting your lip to not let out a noise.

when you innocently ask him what he thinks of them, he groans, "don't act dumb."

a large hand settles on the back of your waist, fingers finding their way down your pants all while still straddling over you.

"you're just asking for trouble, aren't ya?" despite the teasing, leona loved it. only he can see these panties and he keeps it in the back of his mind until the end of the day.

may or may not gag you with them as well, hey you didn't hear it from me.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ℱloyd !

floyd was already kissing you when he pushed you down to the bed, gently but also a tad bit on the rough side. his lips dance over yours as his fingers fumbled with your belt and when he zips down your jeans...he paused.

his fingers flutter over your panties and he looked down to see the text, just by the zipper.

he blinks once, until suddenly bursting out into amused laughter.

"BWAHHA!! lucky me, huh?" he happily sighs, fingers pulling your pants down as he leans over and kisses your neck.

"i'm keeping you forever, my lucky girl~"

he doesn't stop kissing your neck, in fact he kisses down your stomach and bites your skin just over your waistband.

he caresses your thighs, pulling down your panties slowly all while still looking at you, "let's see how long my luck lasts, yah baby?"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒱il !

he gives you a long, measured look. like he was expecting this is something you would do. when he sees the text, he rubs your sides up and down and keep you pinned under him.

"well, i have to admit." vil spoke with elegance, no hint of embarrassment to be found. "they suit you quite well~"

his lips curl into an amusing smile. his fingers dance over your skin and down your panties to tease them, "you're a cheeky little girl, aren't you?"

he leans down to kiss you, all the while pulling your panties down along with your jeans and lets your back arch to help him.

he's not, in no way, upset about reading the text. in fact, he's glad he gets to be the only one allowed to see you like this—to know that he is the only lucky guy who will get his hands on you.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒞ater !

absolutely LOVES it. he loves it so much he stops mid flirt to go goo-goo-ga-ga over it. he likes it's so hot, he has a goofy smile on his face while whipping out his phone.

"damn, baby. i didn't know you were flirty like that~ it's kinda hot, actually! you have to let me post this, you're going to get so many views<3 !!"

of course, he won't post anything without your permission, but that doesn't mean he's making an entire album with just you.

"i guess i am a lucky guy, huh? well, it's obvious to others when they see me kiss you, but damn this just makes me wanna fuck you ever more~"

you pull his hair at his comment and he will laugh, leaning in for a playful kiss until it turned messy and a night you'll never forget.

end notes: ......................im sick.

⠀︵⠀𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱. 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥! ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

[sovrrcherry]

Evening feast [18+]

Summary: them eating you out

Pairing: fem! reader x Sokka, fem! reader x Aang , fem! reader x Zuko

A/n: i’m happy to take your suggestions in my inbox, i only do character x female reader (no oc)

You’re sitting on a ledge with your legs parted, back against cool stone, when Aang sinks to his knees in the water. His grey eyes are wide with hunger, cheeks flushed. “I’ve been thinking about this for whole day,” he admits,breathless. His tattoos glow faintly as he leans in.

He starts to press slow open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, tongue tracing circles that make your hips twitch. When he finally reaches your center, he lets out a soft hum. His tongue is warm as he flicks it lightly against your clit before flattening it to lick slow stripes from entrance to hood. he’s unconsciously bends tiny waves of wind that teases your nipples and brushes cool air across your skin.Aang moans into you like he’s the one being pleasured, the vibration going straight through your core. His lips wrap around your clit while his tongue swirls. One hand grips your thigh, thumb stroking circles, while the other slides two fingers inside you, curling gently while he continues licking.

When you cum, he keeps licking you through it, gentler now, taking in your every whimper and moan. He rests his head against your thigh afterward, smiling up at you with shining lips. “Can we do that again? I want to try making you float next time.”

He’s been tense all day with duties, but the moment the doors close behind him ,he drops to his knees before you , looking up at you from between your spread thighs on the edge of the bed.

He kisses your thighs, teeth grazing lightly, leaving light marks that make you shiver. Then his mouth is on you, His tongue licking your slit slowly before circling your clit, sucking gently, then harder when your fingers grasps his hair.He growls against you when you tug his topknot loose, black hair falling around his face. Hand pressing on your stomach to pin you down, while the other teases your entrance, sliding two fingers in deep and curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. His tongue never stops speeding up making your toes curl.

As you get closer, he loses control, He buries his face deeper, licking and sucking with hunger, letting out groans. He keeps going through your orgasm, gentler until you’re whimpering and oversensitive.

Zuko finally pulls back, lips swollen and shiny, cheeks flushed. He rests his forehead against your thigh for a moment, breathing hard, then looks up with soft smile. “I needed that more than you did,” he admits before leaning in to kiss your stomach.

He’s on his knees on the soft grass, hands eagerly pushing your thighs apart “My pretty girl”he purrs. He’s too impatient to tease you so he dives right in swiping his tongue between your lips, licking wide stripes up your slit before focusing on your clit.

He talks between licks, voice muffled. “Right there? Yeah? Fuck, the sound you just made-“ He sucks your clit between his lips, humming approval when your back arches. Two fingers slide into you ,pumping slowly while his tongue flicks fast. His other hand grips your ass, pulling you harder against his face. Sokka eats you out like he’s starving, chin and lips shiny with your arousal. He groans loudly when you start grinding against him, encouraging it.

When you cum, he doesn’t stop , speeding up ,fingers curling, tongue working you through until you’re shaking and pushing at his shoulders. He finally pulls back with a cocky grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Told you i would make you shake. That was just round one.”

[imtired4life]

.⋆♱ Leon S. Kennedy.

content: some things i think boyfriend!leon would do with/to you. warnings: pnv, unprotected sex,

leon who cups your cheek with one hand, thumb sliding against your bottom lip. letting you bite on his thumb as you adjust to his size. 

leon who would put you in a headlock if you asked, constantly asking if it’s too tight. his usually steady voice shakes as your pussy clenches around his cock. 

leon who always palms your cheeks no matter what position you guys are in, his hands kneed the soft flesh making you squeal. 

leon who starts giving you soft, healing kisses before you even realize he came inside you. asking if you were still all there. 

leon who would prohibit you from biting your lips, hiding your moans, depriving him of those sweet sounds that make his core burn hot. 

leon who makes the most adorable faces when he’s about to cum deep inside you, only for his cheeks to get dusted by a pale pink when you tease him while he’s cleaning you up. 

leon who is willing to let you bite his bicep when you guys are cuddling because he loves the feeling of your warm cheek against his rough skin. 

a/n: thx for reading and bye<3 tell me if you want me to write more leon stuff;]

[squirrelioo]

Hi!!! Can I request minajael and rielle with a jealous!reader 🫶 hope you have a great day <3

SHE’S LIKE SO WHATEVER

𝐚/𝐧 : hi val!!! :)

𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

it was so obvious that it was almost disgusting.

there you were, enjoying a nice ice cold beverage with your boyfriend on a hot day at your favorite local cafe. then, a random girl had just decided she had to come up to your table and speak to him.

you had noticed her making goo goo eyes in your direction for what you estimated was around ten minutes. she did not come up until her group of friends had noticed her stares and started hyping her up to go talk to him, how rude could they get? even in this moment, your hand was interlinked across the table because he wanted to play with your fingers.

it wasn’t until the girl had approached your table and spoke to him that he lost his focus on twiddling your fingers. the way her eyes swept over him with a more than friendly look made your body temperature noticeably rise and your heart beat quicken, and it only continued to worsen as she stood there.

her eyes didn’t once meet yours, opting to only focus on rielle. “you’re so handsome!” she had exclaimed, inching herself a little too close to the table.

this made him finally take his attention away from you, only offering her a, “thank you!”, before resuming his intricate study on the movement of your hands. he caught himself though, and added a, “i really appreciate the compliment.”

“you should ditch this person, come with me and my friends! we’ll show you a good time.” this statement made the mer’s eyes visibly widen, and he gave you a look that said ‘please help me’.

“i really don’t–”, before he could continue any further, you cut in with a sharp, “can’t you see that he’s uncomfortable?”

the girl seemed surprised that you would even utter a word to her, “what–”

“please leave.” you insisted as you intensified your glare, which seemed to do the trick. as soon as the girl ran back to rejoin her friends, you turned to rielle. “are you alright?”

“i’m fine,” he confirmed, “are you okay?”

“i could be better.” admittedly, you did not want to get snippy with that girl. today was a lovely day and spending it with rielle was all you wanted, but you can’t always predict the future. still, you would continue to enjoy what time you had with him this afternoon.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐥

you liked to believe that you were a reasonable person. when someone upset you, or wronged you in any way, you dealt with the issue head on with grace. you would rather them look like a fool for getting angry or frustrated with you than you be the fool yourself.

which is precisely why minajael was trying his damn best not to let even a snort or wheeze escape his body right now.

a typical picnic, a simple yet classic date idea held by many a couple. you had planned this event out for months due to your schedules not aligning in a way that suited you both, so this happened to be the only day that both of you were available.

it started out so romantic; minajael feeling the breeze flow through his shoulder length hair as you gazed at him wondering how you had bagged such a beautiful and intelligent partner, the two of you feeding each other new snacks you had never tried before, him combing through your hair with gentle fingers as you laid on his lap. it was almost too perfect. so of course a gust of wind had to go flying and blow some of your food wrappers away.

no way would you ever litter such a well maintained and nice park, so the both of you got to work rounding up the lost trash.

however, it didn’t take too long before someone noticed that your boyfriend was by himself. they had approached him just as you were returning to his side having found all the wrappers you could find. the way they gazed at him was too sultry for your liking, your pace subconsciously speeding up as you walked.

and it only got worse when you arrived at the scene. just as the perpetrator was about to put a hand on minajael’s shoulder, you grabbed his wrist and told him to back off. your boyfriend had never witnessed you react this way, you were aware of the knowledge that he knew martial arts and could take this person down in two seconds flat. yet, you still decided to defend him.

you were too cute. and in some ways, too sweet.

as soon as the person walked off, you huffed and turned away from him to cross your arms. a barely noticeable grin took over his facial features, not one of smugness. no, this was admiration. “are you alright, hayati?”

you gave him a curt nod, “just peachy.”

“no need to worry,” he whispered, taking a ginger grasp of your hand. a silent reassurance. “i’ve been yours since the start.”

he will admit, though, he really wanted to deck that guy in the face.

@𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨 ° ༄.ೃ࿔ - please do not plagiarize my works.