#freaky anon

SUGGESTIVE WARNING! (like genuinely)

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NATHAN: You have real pretty eyes, you know that? // ADAM: It is shameful to take pride in one’s appearance. // NATHAN: Whaaaat? Why would God make ya so pretty then? // ADAM: [trying not to blush] I…I…oh dear. // NATHAN: I hope I’m not embarrassing you or anything. I just think it’d be a darn shame if you didn’t know how pretty you are.

ok so this one actually isnt finished but i felt bad leaving this ask unanswered for so long 💔💔💔 i miss u in my inbox freaky anon come bacckkkk

i like drawing adam in my kinda haunted hotel-esque artstyle i love his almond shaped eyes . my fav part of his design to draw fs

lowk been thinking abt u all the time i can't stop myself

ame id do anything ifyou gave me attenion plesse i nee dyour attention

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Sorry mom your daughter's a psycho

I think I'd be happy to have a daughter like you 😭🥀 I read this on the metro, and I laughed so hard 🤣

prove me wrong

I'm not doing this to prove you wrong, I'm doing this cause I aspire to be very freaky

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The roar of the crowd pulsed through the arena, lights flashing in sync with the beat as Katseye owned the stage. Sophia moved with fluid grace, her low-rise jeans hugging her hips, the zipper deliberately left open just enough to tease, a glimpse of her panties with delicate bows tied on each side. The fabric peeked out, drawing eyes from the front row, but Sophia reveled in the attention, her omega scent subtly laced with mischief under the heavy perfumes of the performance.

Manon, positioned a few steps away, felt her alpha instincts ignite the moment she caught sight of those bows during rehearsal earlier. Now, under the hot lights, her cock twitched in her tight pants, straining against the confines as Sophia swayed her hips in the choreography. Sweat slicked Manon's skin, her jaw clenched tight to maintain control. She forced her gaze forward, hitting every mark, but her mind fixated on ripping those damn bows free and claiming what was hers. The show dragged on, each song a torment, until the final notes faded and the group bowed, waving to the screaming fans.

Backstage buzzed with post performance energy, staff rushing around, members chatting excitedly, but Manon zeroed in on Sophia, who lingered by a water station, towel draped over her shoulders. The omega sipped slowly, oblivious or perhaps pretending, her jeans still unzipped, bows taunting. Manon's patience snapped. She grabbed Sophia's wrist, grip firm and unyielding. 'Come with me,' she growled low, voice barely audible over the chaos.

Sophia stumbled a step, eyes widening in surprise, but a sly smile curved her lips as Manon hauled her down the corridor toward the nearest bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them, lock clicking into place. The space was stark, mirrors fogged from humidity, sinks dripping faintly, but it smelled of clean tile and now, thick with Sophia's growing arousal.

Manon spun Sophia against the counter, caging her with arms on either side. The omega's breath hitched, cheeks flushed from the show and the alpha's proximity. 'What was all that about?' Manon demanded, her nose brushing Sophia's neck, inhaling the sweet omega musk that made her cock throb painfully.

Sophia tilted her head, batting her lashes innocently. 'You mean the bows? Did you like them?' She shifted her hips, pressing closer, the teasing lilt in her voice like a spark to dry tinder.

Manon's eyes darkened, a smirk pulling at her lips. 'Yes. I like them very much.' Before Sophia could respond, Manon dropped to her knees, hands yanking the jeans down Sophia's thighs in one swift motion. The panties came into full view, those ridiculous bows dangling like invitations. Manon leaned in, teeth sinking into the fabric tie on one side. She tugged hard, the bow unraveling with a sharp rip.

'Manon, those are new!' Sophia gasped, half-protest, half-moan, her hands flying to Manon's hair. But the alpha ignored her, moving to the other side, biting down and pulling until the second bow snapped off. The panties hung loose now, useless, as Manon shoved them aside with her nose, exposing Sophia's slick pussy.

Sophia opened her mouth to complain again, but Manon surged up, two fingers plunging deep into her wet heat without mercy. The omega's words dissolved into a choked cry, walls clenching around the intrusion as slick coated Manon's hand instantly. 'Shut up and take it,' Manon snarled, pumping her fingers in and out, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside.

Sophia bucked against the counter, legs spreading wider, her pussy dripping down Manon's wrist. The alpha's free hand pinned Sophia's hip, holding her steady as she fingered her relentlessly, thumb grinding against the swollen clit. Wet squelches filled the bathroom, mixing with Sophia's whimpers and the alpha's heavy breaths. Manon's cock strained against her pants, pre-cum soaking through, but she focused on unraveling the omega, thrusting deeper, faster, until Sophia's thighs quivered.

'Manon... oh fuck,' Sophia panted, nails scraping the counter as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed, gushing slick in hot waves that splashed onto the tile floor. Manon didn't stop, riding her through it, fingers buried to the knuckles until Sophia slumped, boneless and trembling.

Finally, Manon withdrew, licking her fingers clean with a satisfied hum. She stood, adjusting her still-hard cock, then yanked Sophia's jeans back up, but left the ruined panties on the floor, a discarded trophy. 'You're going home like that,' Manon murmured, nipping at Sophia's ear. 'No panties, just my scent on you.'

Sophia straightened shakily, zipping her jeans with fumbling fingers, but the aftershocks left her core aching and loose. As they slipped out of the bathroom, blending back into the post-show crowd, Sophia's steps faltered, a noticeable limp that drew judging glances from the other members. Manon walked beside her, arm possessive around her waist, the omega leaned into her, a secret thrill buzzing through her veins, already anticipating the alpha's knot later that night.

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I think I'm getting better at this smutt writing thing

I'm pretty proud of myself 😁

...you want me to be horny about it?

you want me to LITERALLY fuck the world government?

Uh. Did you have to do that?..

How about I just-