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“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

Nerd! Anakin knowing you are lacking in bio, so he helps you study. But you two get so needy and instead of explaining the organ functions, he straps you naked and draws them on your skin. He takes extra focus on the intim organs. (He is fucking you)

And I just see him drawing on your tummy how far his dick reaches in you

😶😶😶

Quiz

Summary: While helping you study for a test, you and Anakin get a bit needy. But who says you can't multi-task?

Pairing: nerd!anakin x reader

Warnings: smut, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, MDNI 18+

A/n: I just chose whatever functions Google told me 💀

You could almost cry as you stare at the text book in front of you. There were so many bodily functions that you had to remember for the upcoming physiology test. You could feel the first tear threatening to form but you're brought out of the storm of worries when you hear a knock on the door. You get up and open it with a sigh.

"Hey bab-" You interrupt your boyfriend with a quick kiss before walking back to the desk, leaving him to close and lock the door. "Aaaarrre you okay my love?" He takes gentle steps towards you.

Your head is slouched against the palms of your hands as you try to memorize the text. "Sorry Ani, I just need to focus on studying. I'm having trouble memorizing these functions." You take a deep breath, holding your hands up to your forehead, and start mumbling out each function.

Anakin smiles, removing his coat and setting down his things next to your bed before walking back over to you. "Do you want me to help you?" He lifts your head from your hands so you can look at him. "I hate to see my beautiful girl stress so much," he laughs when he says 'beautiful' as he removes your messy hair from your tear stained face.

"Please," you pout, "I'm desperate at this point." He kisses your forehead before grabbing a stool to sit on next to you.

He holds the textbook up to his face away from your eyes as he quizzes you on the context of the chapter. "Alright baby last one for this chapter, what is the function of the kidney?"

You look to your side as you think of the answer. Your fingers tap on the desk when you finally remember, "it clears waste products, salt, and water from the body!" You say with a huge smile.

Anakin smiles proudly and sets down the book to hold his hands up for a high five. "Good job!"

You high five him and go onto his lap for a hug. "Thank you so much Ani! I've been struggling with that chapter for hours!" You give him an appreciative kiss on the lips and return back to your chair. "Okay! I'm good with this chapter, now on to the next."

Once you removed yourself from your boyfriend, he felt his dick twitch and had to adjust himself in his pants. When you turned the page, you discovered that the next chapter is about the female reproductive system. And just like that, the air surrounding you two filled with tension.

"Um," you clear your throat, "okay.." You start reading the different functions of the reproductive system organs. The more you two focused on the chapter, the more needy you both became. You started thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you.

You felt Anakin inch closer to you, his knee basically touching yours. His hand would rest on your inner thigh when he'd lean forward to look at the page better.

"You know what? I think we should take a different approach for the quiz portion of this chapter," he tells you with a lower voice, leaning closer so his breath grazes the skin of your neck. "What do you think?" He whispers in your ear before placing a kiss right below it.

Your breath hitches as your thighs clench from his incredibly close presence. "What did you have in mind Ani?" He smirks, quickly pulling you up from your seat and slamming his lips onto yours.

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Your pussy clenched around his cock as he continuously slammed into you. You tried to grasp onto his hair but was reminded once again of your restraints. He drags his hand down your neck to your upper abdomen. "Hmm what's this organ right here?" He uses the sharpie in his hand to circle the general spot he was referring to.

"It's- fuck- it's the liver!" You inhale sharply.

"And its purpose?"

"It- ah- it helps with digestion. It processes blood and helps digests nutrients." Anakin smiles proudly and kisses your lips, "good girl."

He's been circling different organs you two had gone over in the last 2 hours and you tried your best to answer. It was pretty difficult considering he was buried deep inside you and your brain was fuzzy.

"Now what's this?" He slams in harder, hitting your cervix which causes you to scream out a moan. "That one right there?" He has a cocky grin on his face when he repeatedly hits your cervix.

"C-cervix" You gasp at the sensation, "it allows fluids to flow in and out of the uterus. Fuck Ani!" You clench down on him again, nearing your climax.

"You gonna cum my love? My beautiful smart girl?" His face hovers above yours, teasing your lips.

"Yes! Please let me cum Ani! Please!" He smiles and unties your hands, which are quick to latch onto him.

"You feel so good baby oh my god!" He hisses as your nails claw at his back and shoulders. One of his hands goes to rub your clit and you cling onto him tighter as if you would fall.

"Cum for me, be a good girl. I know you can do it" you throw your head back as you reach your climax. Anakin takes this as his chance to leave more marks on your neck, wanting to mark what's his.

You whimper from the overstimulation as he now chases his climax. Finally with a tug on his hair and his name falling from your mouth, he came inside of you. "Fuck," however, he didn't stop. Even after he was overstimulating himself.

"Ani, what are you doing?" You whimper out.

"I'm-ugh- tryna get it as far in there as I can. I wanna get you pregnant" Your eyes widen at his confession. Sure, you and Anakin had talked about having kids and getting married but while you were still in college? You weren't quite ready for that commitment just yet. You at least wanted to finish your studies first.

The determination on his face intimidates you and he notices. "I'll buy you a plan B right after. Just let me have this moment." With that reassurance, you let him continue thrusting until the feeling became too much and he had to stop.

He pulls out with a shaky moan. He smiles proudly when he only sees a few drops trickle out of you. He plops down beside you with a tired sigh, combing his hair back with his fingers. He doesn't get the chance to relax long before you're climbing out of bed and changing into your clothes.

"Come on you hornball, time to get me a plan B." You tap his bare thigh as you put on a shirt. Anakin's face drops as he let's out a groan. "Are you suuuure you wanna get one? Just imagine a little Skywalker running around. Doesn't that sound great?"

You roll your eyes at him. "I'm not about to let a baby have the Skywalker name before I do. And we had an agreement, no marriage until we graduate." You kiss his cheek and pull at his arm to make him get up. "Come on, get up!" Your voice strains as you struggle to pull up his body weight.

"Fiiiiine," he reluctantly agrees and gets up to change. "But I'm getting you pregnant eventually."

Oh em gee

word count:  1.3k+

pairing:  joe goldberg x fem! reader

summary:  you always knew joe was different to anyone you previously dated, and you didn’t really care in the way that it was. 

warnings:  obsession, stalking, stealing, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of sexual content, you’re a little insane too but not in the way he is

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joe was always the type of person who showed his love. at least, to you. 

he probably expressed all of the love languages that you could think of. he would have aspects of every single one during your relationship. if you looked up what they were, it would basically be describing him in the website.

physical touch was used often, whether it was an arm around your body or that slight squeeze of your hip. whether it was the fact that he would pull himself closer to you in the middle of the night, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck and letting his lips glide along your skin.

words of affection? they were constant. repeated again and again. over and over. you could never get enough of his constant praise or those sweet nothings into your ear. 

spending time with you, gift giving and acts of service were the same. all used frequently. maybe not buying you gifts too often, but he often allowed you to take a book from the bookstore he managed with no repercussions. 

how could he not? those puppy eyes when you walked into the store with the hardcover book in your hands made him weak in the knees. 

he would do anything for you.

so maybe it wasn’t a surprise that violence was also one of his love languages. maybe it wasn’t a surprise that stalking you was one of his love languages? maybe it wasn’t a surprise that he had took things from your apartment. 

the way you would leave your apartment and he would be torn between following you to make sure you were safe or looking around your apartment to make sure you would be safe there.

he was down bad.

he had already pulled himself to forget about candace and how he had buried her alive. he can still remember the chase now— the way he pulled her into the dirt and made sure that she was covered with all of that soil.

he would often keep himself in your apartment.

maybe he would keep himself hidden behind one of the big curtains, or under the bed, or in your wardrobe (even though that was a risky option), and he would be able to watch you do your daily chores and then step out and watch as you would sleep. you were always so comfortable in bed.

he had to restrain himself from reaching out and pulling back that strand of hair that had fallen over your face, wanting to see the shape of your face and that beautiful skin.

you would pull yourself up to the headboard in the morning, letting out a yawn and pulling the pillows lazily over your body.

you didn’t know he was there.

until he got a little lazy. a little impatient with his actions because he simply wanted to be with you.

you would leave for work, sending him a quick morning text (something that made him love you so much— you had just woken up and the first thing you had done was shot him a text! how lucky was he??), and he would follow you.

but he had forgotten his signature cap one day, and whilst you were waiting for your daily drink at a refreshments stand, you had took a glance around the area and had seen him.

he wasn’t sure if you had actually spotted him though, as he had turned around and wouldn’t be that recognisable from the back.

but you did.

of course you did.

but for some reason, you simply couldn’t find yourself caring. you went home that night, sweet as a piece of candy from one of the best shops, and had found yourself with him.

he can still remember the way you let your hands dance around on his shoulders, fingers gliding along his clothes until moving to the buttons of his shirt, slowly pulling them undone. it was the way you pulled it off, teeth biting down on your lower lip— but not before your tongue wet it.

it was the way your mouth had attached to the side of his neck, hands grasping at that white t-shirt he wore underneath and scrunching it up in your hands, lips pulling against his skin and barely letting your teeth scrape against the flesh. he couldn’t stand it. he remembered wanting more. he remembered wanting you. 

he remembered the way he reciprocated those feelings, his lips moving against your own skin and pushing his thumb in your mouth, desperate for some of your saliva even though you had just been kissing at his skin. he remembered those soft sounds you made. he remembered everything. 

it was the way he pushed you back into the bed and let you show you how much you loved him. he showed you how much he loved you too.

yet you were so unsure of why you were still so attracted to him— even after finding out he had been stalking you.

you didn’t know how long for.

maybe you didn’t want to know how long he had been following you for. 

but everything was perfectly fine with the two of you— and it had been for days after. you never mentioned the fact you saw him a few days before, and he never asked you about it.

why would he?

that would simply reveal his guilt. and in his mind, he wasn’t guilty of anything. he was just looking after you, like any good boyfriend would.

but then you found it.

you found the thing that you weren’t meant to find. but did you truly care? no. you didn’t.

the ceiling was slightly askew, tile in the bathroom slanted. and after looking up to search for any cobwebs one day, you had noticed the way that it was a little different.

it was only a cardboard box (and possibly a shoe box) but it was so much more valuable because of what was inside of it.

in a way, it was lucky for you. you had just found everything that had mysteriously gone missing from your apartment: lip balm, lingerie, jewellery. there was even a used sanitary product in there.

your face screwed up, but it wasn’t necessarily in disgust. you were glad that he cared this much about you to put this much effort into having a part of you close to him at all times. so what if it was a little creepy? it was so loving.

he knew that you knew. 

of course he did. the tile wasn’t put back in its rightful place (even though it wasn’t necessarily done the best before), and the items within it weren’t in the right places. 

he was absolutely shocked when you didn’t say a thing about it though and just went on with life as you usually did with him.

he was starting to think about whether you actually had discovered it or whether there was something wrong with his memory.

were you scheming? were you acting nonchalant and that’d be your way out?

he honestly wasn’t sure.

but the way you wrapped your arms around him as you pressed your lips against his forehead with nothing but love in your eyes? that showed that you still cared about him, didn’t it?

he was so uncertain about what to believe.

but he wouldn’t confront you about it— no. he would wait for you to say something about it.

but for now?

it seemed like you were as affectionate as ever. so perhaps you didn’t care about his strange habits. and perhaps that was the way to go. 

ARGGGGGGHHHHHHH

IMMA PUT THE BADDEST HEIFAS ON THE FLOOR!

i fear that this is my type

dilf! art finger fucking you, white lacy underwear to the side, the back of your neck in his other hand, holding you close to him. his watch still on his wrist. his forearm all veiny from the activity of it. low-lidded eyes. his watch is still on his wrist. his watch is still on his wrist.

me and mutuals <3

tits, ass or thighs?

ft. kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto, tsukishima, atsumu, osamu

warnings: i mean... the title speaks for itself i think! implied fem reader ; also not proofread

MDNI!!!

☆ kuroo : tetsuro is a simple man. there isn't a single thing he doesn't like about you. but the man absolutely adores thighs. put on a pair of shorts or a miniskirt and he'll fall to his knees. to be fair, he's a man of taste, so not only does he love thighs, but he's also a sucker for ass. can and will smack it whenever he can, not even in a strictly sexual way, but simply because he likes having his hands on you. ass and thighs will absolutely be used as a pillow, there's no debating it. he will also not so sneakily squeeze your thigh while sitting down or grip it while he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat. hell, he’d die between your thighs if he could, because let me remind you, this man is an EATER. (just leaving this here)

☆ iwaizumi : i mean, have you seen him? ass. he physically cannot function if he sees you in tight skirts or pants and his hand can always be found in your back pocket if you two are walking together. definitely lightly smacks your butt to celebrate or tell you that you're doing a good job (throwback to him smacking makki's ass bc he scored a point). loves loves looooves to leave marks on it - fingerprints, bites, hickeys, you name it - and he will shamelessly stare at it in public.

☆ oikawa : i think we can all agree on the fact that this man loves tits. seriously. doesn't care if they're big or small, he just loves your chest. he will absolutely use them as pillows and/or slip his hands under your shirt while you're cuddling. loves to see you walk around the house without your bra on, bonus points if you're wearing his clothes. and if there's one thing that makes his knees weak it's seeing tan lines on your chest - one look and he's over the moon. he also probably has a thing for cute lingerie, especially cute bras - or rather, he has a thing for taking said cute lingerie off of you.

☆ bokuto : don't ask him. he genuinely cannot choose, it's physically impossible for him, especially because he's got his hands all over you 99% of the time. probably has a slight preference for ass but he doesn't even realize it. you definitely have his handprints all over your ass because he cannot for the love of god control his strength but he also profusely says sorry if he ever hurts you. either way, wear anything remotely tight or revealing and he's gonna lose his mind.

☆ tsukishima : he will never ever admit it, but tits. he says he doesn’t care and claims to love every part of you equally, but you’ll definitely catch him lacking if you wear anything low cut. of course, he isn’t the type to shamelessly stare at your boobs, we’re talking about kei after all, but you know him, and you can tell his eyes linger on your chest just a little more than usual. and also, they’re the first place he reaches for when cuddling gets a little spicier. probably likes leaving marks on your tits because they’re not as visible as your neck and because he swears that ‘hickeys are stupid’. he still does it nonetheless. again, doesn’t mind if they’re big or small. he just loves them.

☆ atsumu : take a good look at him and tell me this man isn’t a certified boob lover. seriously. bonus points if you have your nips pierced. he just loves boobs. back hug? his hands are finding their way on your chest. cuddling? his face is pressed between your tits. doesn’t give a fuck about looking like an idiot while gawking at them, either. he’s just completely enamoured with them, probably loves to suck on them too. also, i feel like he has a thing for girls with tiny waists, don’t know why. he too loves to spoil you with pretty lingerie and definitely loses his mind whenever he sees a bra strap peeking out of any of your shirts.

☆ osamu : now, hear me out. osamu miya loves to cook. he also loves a woman who EATS. for this reason i’m a firm believer of osamu being a man who loves thighs. loves having his face between them, using them as a pillow, biting into them. he will go insane for thigh highs and absolutely adores when they get bigger as you sit down. there’s nothing this man appreciates more than a pair of pretty legs showing up under a short skirt. he would gladly be crushed by your thighs, but he doesn’t dismiss ass either. generally, i think he likes everything - but thighs, they’re his utter weakness. expect many, many hickeys and marks all over them. and, just like kuroo, i just have the slightest feeling that osamu is a munch - make him suffocate and he’ll die happy.

@yamsfrecklvs

Bats

Here's some thoughts about Bruce Wayne, my husband btw

cw: Major fluff

Just imagine being the wife of Bruce Wayne. Not the playboy, or the billionaire, not the philanthropist, but Bruce Wayne. A man who had to grow up at the young age of eight, and later on becoming a young man who spent his time traveling the world. Learning all he could, fighting, languages, anything. A man who sacrifices everything for the ones he loves, hoping that he can protect them from the world that seems hellbent on taking away all the people he holds dear.

Bruce is a man of few words, but each word that leaves those beautiful lips of his has a purpose. Those quiet moments when its just the two of you, cuddled in one of the plush couches in the Wayne manor library. The moonlight flittering in from the tall windows, the crackling of the lit fireplace is the only other noise that accompanies your whispered words of love. Wrapped in his protective embrace, a body that spends nearly every night defending and protecting the innocents of Gotham is here hugging you and gently massaging your back.

You bring a level of solace that Bruce didn't think he would ever have. Given how he accepted the fact that being Batman meant that he could never really have that. Then you came in. It wasn't some massive firework show or falling from the sky. You just... walked in like you were meant to be here all along. The patience, understanding and unwavering love you showed him time and time again had Bruce wondering where you had been all this time. You were so...You.

Bruce is the husband and lover who lets you kiss his countless amount of scars that litter his body that has been sculpted to fight and endure anything that comes its way. A body that held strength in every fiber of muscle and yet he turns to putty within your loving hands. Mind, body and soul, wholly yours.

Bruce had no idea of what he was missing when you weren't in his life and now that he has you, there is nothing on this planet or universe that would ever take you from him.

Bruce is someone who will die for You, and any one of the people he loves.

friends with benefits!dick grayson who fucks you raw and good after he tells the rest of your friend group he’ll drive you home, ya know, since you two live close enough to one another. who promises he’ll never show signs of what you two share in the dark when others are around—as long as the others in question aren’t the passerbyers who pass his car that’s shaking at a pace that’s nastily increasing with windows fogged.

asoue + tumblr

every time i wake up to go to my silly little librarian job i think about olivia caliban and dewey denouement and in my head i'm just like them

this might be the denouements and the parents might be vfd

asoue + tumblr

Hi! This is a random question, but do you possibly have the vampire stefan x reader and silas x reader stories written by jimshandholder-deactivated20220 ? I tried finding her post through time back archive and stuff which is impossible😭 I saw you reblog a lot og her post and were just wondering if you had them downloaded or if you know about her moving blogs? I'm so sorry for the random question and thank you for taking the time to read this. I'm just going insane trying to find the blog😭

no that’s ok hun, I’ve just been through my reblogs and couldn’t find anything, and so I typed it into google and again, nothing about that fic unfortunately

I’m going to post this with the Stefan tags so hopefully someone who may have reblogged it or knows if she has moved her (amazing) blog elsewhere has seen it

I really hope you find it, I know how frustrating it is to be unable to find a fic. I wish I could have helped more ❤️

this magazine gets it

“ oh hey there’s a deer outsi— “

DEER?? LIKE A MALE DEER? LIKE A STAG?? LIKE THE ANIMAL WILL GRAHAM HALLUCINATES?? WILL GRAHAM AS IN WILL GRAHAM FROM NBC HANNIBAL?? hannibal reference

( repost from old account )

i am so sorry to everyone who follows me. today is hinata shouyou's birthday and he makes me mentally unwell, so....apologies for flooding your dashes.

OK, but in honor of the Olympics, is anyone doing any haikyuu Olympic related events?