#help this is so cute and seamless

[hyuckworld]

rockstar jun!!! oh i love this concept already 🫠 i’m such a junhui girl so this is feeding me good

“I hope it’s not a bad sign,” Jun mentions, pointing to the window with his thumb. “Starting the tour with a little bit of rain.”

also reading this in 2025 now that performance unit has a (perfect wonderful everything good in the world) song called “rain” is just MUAH! chef’s kiss

“a part of him is thankful at the seeming privacy, finding a bit odd how comfortable he is in the middle of a growing crowd when just a few minutes ago he had felt overwhelmed by the loneliness behind it” oh he and mc have such a wonderful dynamic 🥹 i love that she makes him feel so at ease

THE ENDING I MELTED ahhh this absolutely reads like a coming of age and i love it so much!! i loved jun and mc getting closer and the interactions with the rest of svt were so fun to read :’) side characters being relevant to the plot is my absolute favorite and it was executed so well here ! i know you moved blogs but this was such a treat op!! thanks for writing this <33

— summary: wanting to make his big break as a song-writer, jun gets assigned to work with a band that has every intent on making it big. but it’s the 70’s, and just as he’s about to discover, love and rock&roll go hand in hand.

— pairing: wen junhui x reader.

— au: 70’s, song-writer!jun, rockstar!reader. 

— genre: fluff. 

— word count: 15, 273 (15.2k)

— playlist: somebody to love — queen ;  your song — elton john ; where you lead — carole king ;  tiny dancer — elton john. 

— warnings: alcohol consumption, some cursing, josh saying groovy every time he speaks.

— a/n: a part of me really wishes i was living in the 70′s and i think it shows here lol also, the moonwalker is inspired on the troubadour and the song jun writes is tiny dancer because it carried me the entire way, what an mvp. 

this one’s for @chocosvt​ ! i really hope you like it <3

Jun is nervous.��

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Whenever Jason is not in the best of moods, the rest of the family knew just who to get to make this right; you.

So the moment dick pushed you into Jason’s room, closing the door behind you, knowing firsthand that Jason hates being bothered when he wasn’t in a great mood, much to you’re surprise but the moment Jason saw that it was you his mood lightens and his face becomes soft.

‘Hi. I heard you weren’t in a good mood.’ You said and within the blink of an eye you were within Jason’s arms as he cuddled you against him like a teddy bear.

He hummed deeply as he burrowed his head into your shoulder. It was cute to see Jason like this, one minute about to bite someone’s head, but the next he’s docile and acting like some overgrown cat. Purring and clinging onto you for emotional support as you rubbed his broad back soothingly.

You were the Jason whisperer amongst his family, only you could bring calm and quiet to his mind just by caressing his cheek and smiling at him while asking; ‘are you okay jay birdie?’

‘No.’ He huffs. ‘Family being a bunch of dicks.’

‘Isn’t that how family usually are? A bunch of dicks?’ You replied and Jason couldn’t help but smile as he brought you closer as he draped the covers of his bed over the both of you, getting ready for an impromptu nap.

‘This family is the biggest bunch of dicks to ever dick.’ Jason groaned sleepily as he tucked you under his chin, practically cocooning his body over yours in a protective manner.

‘Why?’ You asked, running your hand through his hair, making sure to mess with his white tuff at the front the most. ‘They know my weakness for you.’ He answers as he feel the need to sleep lull him along with your fingers through his hair easing him into a state of relaxation.

Even after Jason falls asleep and dick, Damian, Tim, Steph, cass and duke peaked their heads through the doorway to see you stroking the back of their behemoth of a brother as though he was as harmless as a puppy.

‘Jason whisperer strikes again.’ Steph said in a whisper.

You smiled at them before looking back at Jason, then back at them. ‘I’m going to be stuck here for a good while.’ You tell them and their faces changed. ‘Why?’ Duke asked, worried that something was wrong.

‘Watch.’ You tell them as you began to shuffle away from Jason, only for Jason to shove you back under his chin and his legs to latch onto yours, keeping your face pressed against his tiddies. ‘See, he won’t let me leave.’ You added, voice muffled from Joe close Jason was pressing you to his chest. Dick, Tim, Damian, cass, duke and Steph could only smile and find humour in your current situation and how sweet their brother was when it came to you.

‘All the more reason for you to move in.’ Damian said point blankly and you look at him oddly. Dick puts his hand on Damian’s shoulder, smiling reassuringly at you. ‘Damian only wishes you to be closer, for Jason’s sake and ours.’ You smiled at the pair of them from your position on Jason’s chest. ‘That’s sweet and all but i think it would be best if you guys left us alone for a couple hours, I can feel Jason shifting.’

With that being said dick, Tim, Damian, cass, Steph and duke were quick to shut the door and scatter across the manor, not knowing that they had fell for your trick so you could fall asleep with Jason without any interruptions. ‘You minx.’ He grumbles into your head as you kiss under his jaw.

‘Not my fault I want to spend time with my beautiful man.’ You replied as you got yourself comfortable and fell into a seamless sleep.

[mymegrokosmos]

bf seventeen being your excuse to leave the party.

scoups - all it takes is one look. you lock eyes with your boyfriend from across the room and he's immediately saying his goodbyes. he's quick to pat shua's arm and lean in to tell jeonghan goodnight right in the other man's ear before making his way back through the crowd towards you. you don’t have to say the words, your boyfriend can read you like a book. there doesn't even need to be a reason, if you say you want to leave he isn’t asking questions. not until you’re home and wrapped securely in his arms. seungcheol is just slipping an arm around your waist and waving to your friends, stating that you're taking him home for the night. he's happy to take the blame if it makes you more comfortable and avoids any awkwardness or tension with anyone. it makes him feel like he's protecting you and being useful which he loves (let the man feel needed). will pout and feign being tipsy if anyone questions him. he's so cute they just let him get away with it so they don't have to endure any whining.

jeonghan - the king of distractions. all you have to do is lean in and whisper that you're ready to leave and he's planning an elaborate escape. give him ten minutes to find a way to convince everyone he's drunk, feeling sick or to make up some other plausible excuse and start playing it up. no one asks any questions as you escort your boyfriend out to the car. in fact, most of them wish you good luck and offer to help you bear the weight of a dramatic jeonghan who has gone all out in his acting. they'd rather know less. it works flawlessly every time, giving him an excuse to bicker with his friends while you take none of the heat or attention (except in private, he will tease you about it for weeks whenever he's sure that you’re both alone bc you're adorable when you're angry and you can never stay mad at him).

joshua - teases you at first until he realizes you're serious. when you've hit your limit for the night or are just ready to call it quits he's there with an arm around your shoulders to act as a buffer from the overstimulation around you and a quick joke to divert everyone's attention. he throws around his charming smile and says something like he’s tired and you’re humouring him. no one blinks at his dramatic yawn or the way he clings to you pretending to be sleepy as you take your leave. he will use this as an excuse to be clingy when you get home but he's too cute to be annoyed at about it and too good at making your exit so seamless than no one bats an eye no matter how early you might have left bc well that's just shua. he will get louder and more dramatic the more they delay him so to avoid a scene (and a headache) your friends just wave or pull you into goodbye hugs and tell you to get home safe.

hoshi - whines and complains about how he’s tired, or plays up his drunkenness until your friends are practically begging you to take him home. they just want peace and quiet and to not have someone trying to kiss them every time they turn around. he's such a lightweight that no one finds this even remotely suspicious it's just soonyoung being soonyoung. and honestly sometimes you are genuinely dragging his drunk ass home. his friends have piggy backed him or helped you get him to the car enough to know it’s true. you may have to bribe him with a little affection but at the end of the day he just wants you to be comfortable and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're happy. plus any excuse to be extra clingy with you and he is all over it no questions asked grinning like an idiot about how lucky he is. he probably rambles all the way home and ykw you're not even mad ab it bc he’s so endearing.

jun - more than happy to redirect all the attention (and any teasing) his way. he doesn't even have to try to hold everyone's full attention. will whine and bury his face in your neck like you can save him when really he's smiling against your skin bc no one is bothering you ab leaving. makes it easy to take his hand and tug him out of there. no one really even processes you being the one to lead him out unless they're commenting that he's whipped and frankly that doesn't bother him bc yes he is what are they going to do ab it? is smiling the whole way home and asking you how he did the second you're in the front door.

wonwoo - king of the quiet exit. he doesn't even bother saying goodbye unless someone notices, lacing your fingers and leading you out without a word. he stays close to make sure you don't get lost and bc he can see the way to the door over any crowds. presses a kiss to your temple and effortlessly helps you navigate through any busy areas, one hand on the small of your back or resting on your elbow as he steers you around obstacles you haven’t noticed. his height and the bored expression on his face working as a shield so no one really approaches you. he'll text the gc when you're in the car so they know you’re both alive but he's more concerned ab getting you home safely and making sure you're not uncomfortable first.

woozi - is frankly thrilled to have you agree that it is time to get out of there. no one even questions that it was totally his decision or tries to wheedle you into staying longer bc they know once jihoon makes up his mind he's not changing it. everyone waves their goodbyes as your boyfriend holds onto your hand all the way to the car. he is not risking losing you in the crowd or having someone distract you with a conversation that will mean he has to stick around bc he will wait for you. lets be real this man is tired and his social battery is running low at all times the minute you suggest leaving he's mentally out the door already and he will insist on getting an uber so you can be backseat princesses the entire ride back together (he will be on his phone or napping but yk).

dk - nods and checks that you're okay, that you don't need anything else too, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you to get your things. he's not letting you go. will drape his jacket around your shoulders and keep you close as he says his goodbyes to your friends. if anyone asks he'll pull out his best acting skills, say he's tired and make a joke or ten until everyone forgets what he said anyway bc they're too busy laughing or complaining that he's so cheesy. he's yapping the whole way back to the car and probably the entire ride home. he's just happy to get you to himself bc as much as he loves his friends it's not the same. you're definitely stopping for a midnight snack on the way back.

mingyu - throwing you over his shoulder and leaving without any delay. his friends will figure out that he left and if he runs into anyone on the way out they can relay the message. when they ask where he went he's pulling a you looked too good in that outfit and he's impatient. they're well aware of his pathetic horny bastard ways and will accept this answer at face value. somehow despite being mentioned you never end up taking any of the heat but your boyfriend is going to get teased about this for months. it's worth it but he will be pouting to you. at least he's tall enough to see the exit and big enough to make the crowd move out of his way so there's no getting stuck halfway to the door. he will insist on staying stuck to your side or holding your hand the entire way home and whine ab how you hate him if you let go.

minghao - you give this man a look that says you're done for the night and suddenly he's decided everyone is too loud and he needs his beauty sleep. you're coming along no room for negotiation his friends can find their own y/n he is gatekeeping you all to himself for the rest of the evening. he's made up his mind. he holds your hand as he walks you out, muttering the whole way bc god forbid he forgets to let his friends know (lovingly) that they're annoying and draining his social battery. hao always wants to go home so no one is surprised ab his choice to leave early. will whine ab his day when you get home and ykw he deserves to have his drama queen time flopped back on your bed while you get unready.

seungkwan - will take a little convincing bc he does love his social time but give the man doe eyes and he's tripping over himself to make excuses to get you home immediately. will start a fight with anyone he has to (verbally at least) just to have a reason to leave all disgruntled, grabbing your hand and dragging you out with him. he's only a little annoyed, pacify him with a little snack on the walk back to your shared apartment and he'll be back to his happy chatty self in no time. if he's tipsy he is going to cling, just let him. never letting you live it down but will only tease you ab it when your friends aren't around. mostly enjoys annoying you bc you're cute when you roll your eyes at him and he usually gets some kind of kisses out of it in the end. secretly loves being your knight in shining armour and is happy you rely on him.

vernon - plays it cool. doesn't make any excuses. he just takes your hand, says goodnight and starts leading you out. he doesn't offer any explanation. if anyone asks if you're leaving he just says yes, gives them a handshake or one of those one armed bro hugs and says he'll see them around. no one pushes it bc, well, that's just hansol. everyone assumes he's the one who tapped out for the night. as a reward he gets to lay his head on your lap or stomach or if he's lucky you'll let him use your tits as a pillow and play with his hair until he falls asleep so he doesn’t even really care about any teasing that might result. it never lasts long anyway bc he doesn't give his friends a satisfying enough reaction. will make you watch cat videos with him while you lay together decompressing before getting unready.

dino - is taking this so seriously. mission impossible who? immediately putting on his best tired maknae act and playing up his annoyance with all his hyungs. whines, pouts, argues and sighs until your friends all but shove him your way and beg you to make him shut up. pulls you into his side and slips an arm around your waist, laying his act on thick but grinning inside at the way you roll your eyes as you promise to take him home. will cling to your hand or arm as you leave, complaining loudly the whole way out to make sure your friends can hear him. the moment you're outside he's turning to you with those big boba eyes and asking you how he did, making sure you're okay, and wrapping you in his sweater or jacket. practically skips the entire way home if you say he did a good job, smile at him, or show him any crumb of affection.

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Actor!John Price who’s your costar in a romantic drama where you play husband and wife.

Actor!John Price who have grown close to you behind the scenes, laughing and joking on set, soon escalating to coffee outside the studio.

Actor!John Price who takes a minute to get out of a kissing scene or an intimate scene, stating he’s method acting.

Actor!John Price who still wore the wedding ring prop once filming wrapped, explaining it’s a memorabilia. His PR manager and movie promoters thought it was perfect.

Actor!John Price who is always such a gentleman with you — helping you get out of the car, up the stairs, and seamlessly fixing your wardrobe malfunctions. Though not as seamless as to not go unnoticed by fans.

Actor!John Price who keeps referring to you as my wife during interviews and everyone laughs, thinking it’s cute.

Actor!John Price who won multiple awards with you at the Oscar’s from the amazing chemistry you shared.

Actor!John Price who thanked his wife during his speech and everyone laughed again because well, he’s single.

Actor!John Price who’s gotten so many questions about whether or not you two are dating to which he entertains.

Actor!John Price who again, calls you his wife when it’s just the two of you and you laugh, saying he can drop the act. His response,

“What act?”

thank you for reading!! 🫶🏼

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[lambilegs]

extremely vague and open ended request:

im in desperate need of dry humping and thigh riding with sevika… do with that what you will :)

(bonus points if it’s soft smut with a lot of praise hehe) soft sevika lives in my head rent freeeeee

soft and sleepy dry humping with sevi

♡ note to anon: HIII bae so I was sooo eepy when I got this request, and I really wanted to write some soft, sleepy sex with sevi, so I just had to do this request hehe. and thank you so so much for being so sweet about the req stuff, you're a sweetheart <3 and same omg soft!sevi has my heart ♡ contains: dry humping, sevi and reader being soft and in love, clothed sex, reader's body is referred to w the following terms: "clit," reader is called "pretty" ♡ divider by: @/kodaswrld

you whine as sevika holds you close against her in the dark of your guys' shared room, your flimsy pajama shorts drenched through as you rut desperately against her thigh. her strong arms wrap around your waist, the cool fingers of her bionic hand slithering under your shirt to scratch lightly at your skin. you shiver from the cool, smooth texture of it, the slight prick of the ends making you jerk harder in surprise.

even in the dark, you can see sevika's teeth flash at you, her sweet little gap peaking out in the row of white. god, she has such nice teeth. that thought sends you surging forward, capturing her lips in yours as you two languidly make out, the bump of her scar so uniquely her that the briefest skim of it as you shivering.

the trembles of your body cause her to tug you in closer, her hoodie plunging you into a comforting heat. a part of you melts at how even now, in the throes of pleasure, both of you heavy-eyed and hazy from sleepiness, she still manages to take care of you. she's like that, really. always showing her love in quiet, seamless ways that flow into one another like an everlasting chain of tenderness. she sees your skin covered in goosebumps, and she silently retrieves a blanket. you mention being thirsty during a walk, and she's hurrying to the nearest gas station. you mention a snack you like, and the next day, it's stocked up in your kitchen's pantry. it's the kind of affection that doesn't demand reward or to be seen. it simply exists out of nothing but care and attentive consideration.

the thoughts of how lovely your girlfriend is has you cupping her face, your tongues massaging one another's as her hand slides down to your ass, nails digging into the plush cheek of it as she grinds you forward and back along the firm, thick muscle of her thigh. the press of it against your clothed clit gives you a muffled sort of pleasure that sends your entire body squirming against hers, a soft whine flowing from your lips into hers.

"goddamn it, you're so cute," she groans against your lips, almost as though the sentiment is a personal attack on her. "you do this on purpose to get me staying up and taking care of you?"

you laugh softly, the sound shattering into a long moan when she lifts her thigh up, nudging it harder against you. "I--I-- it's not my fault you have the sleep schedule of an old man."

"hey, well," she chuckles, scattering kisses down the slope of your neck, sucking softly on the spot that dips to your shoulder, "I need to wake early to work. and I need to work so I can put my pretty baby in skimpy little shorts like this."

you shakily giggle, biting your lip so hard it aches when her hands grope your ass tightly and begin helping you ride her faster, harder. your arms loop around her strong neck, fingers toying with the ends of her silky black hair. from the tiredness wrapping around every inch of you, seeping into your skin, weighing on your eyes, and the way sevika is helping you so diligently to take your pleasure, you feel utterly softened and completely malleable.

"I love you," you whine, pressing quick, skittering kisses along her cheek.

her grip on your ass loosens, and your stomach flips at the way her grey eyes burn brightly in the dim lighting, a bit wide and imploring when searching your face. it's not your guys' first time saying it, but you know it's still a level of vulnerability she's spent years avoiding like the plague for convenience's sake. and with every stitch that gets added to the string of your guys' bond together, you can feel the veil she's held before herself stretching more and more, ready to snap completely.

she clears her throat, then gruffly murmurs, "I love you too. you know I do."

"I mean, yeah -- after all, who'd stay up until 1:00AM just to make me come when she has to be up at 6:00AM?"

she snorts, the corner of her lip quirking up. "only a damn fool."

[mxurelle]

synopsis: gojo helps you ride out your high by eating you out. cause why not?

cw: high sex, mentioned/implied drug use, oral sex, a slightly geeked out satoru. -18 dni.

wc: 1,765.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“you must be absolutely fried, ain’t hear a thing i just said.”

you perk up against the wall, half-lidded eyes lifting up from the ground to follow the familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice at your side. as your eyes met, your gaze instinctively narrowed to examine his face, gauging the look of mischief behind those rounded glasses he wore. you were high as all hell, no doubt about it. droopy eyed, excessively dry lips and parched throat, gravity weighing itself on you unlike anything you’ve felt before; aside from when you’re stoned.

“huh?” you bat your lashes, brows creased a look of iminiate confusion as you attempt to decipher his sentence. which worked, partially. “—so you aren’t? and don’t say it like that, makes me feel self conscious.”

gojo chuckles a delightful sound at your side and you lick your lips, an otherwise seamless ‘keke’ swelling a fluttering sensation to sit at your chest, traveling throughout your nerves before shooting down directly in between your legs. you click your tongue, displeased with how easy you’ve become, deciding to blame your alerted state of mine.

“my tolerance isn’t all that low, been there done that, though i only ever take part in this sort of thing unless i’m with you or suguru.” he explains beside you, blabbering off about god knows what at this point, presumably ignorant to the effects his voice alone has on you. you refuse to look his way, tired eyes focused on the bare wall ahead of you.

“wouldn’t that make your tolerance lower than mine?” you mutter to yourself, unaware of the fact you spoke aloud. you fold your arms over your chest, gulping down the lump in your throat as you stare ahead. or so you tried, your eyes were barely open, not to mention disinterested in an empty wall.

what you really wanted was your legs wrapped around his neck, mindless whimpers muffled against your throbbing cunt, echoing against your ears as you used his tongue to your heart’s content. not that you would say any of that, though.

gojo fell silent for a moment, piercing blue eyes poking holes through your side profile even behind the glasses. “eh, i suppose.” he shrugged, shuffling against the wall as he took a step closer. “how come i’m staring at half a face, hm? you shy now?”

“the fuck? no,” you immediately blurted out in a means to supposedly defend yourself, lips etching into a distasteful frown; resembling a mean mug with the way you do it. “i’m in deep thought. thinking, in simpler terms for you.” you were snappy in your response, masking what proved to be factual behind an attitude.

gojo hummed a response, his presence looming over your side as he drew closer. “look at me.”

you gulped once more, soothing an itchy throat as you angled your neck to the side, instantly met with the realization of how close he’d gotten. your eyes widened as a gasp caught in your throat, effectively startled. your mind began to race for a bit, the events of just a few seconds prior and the present moment meshed a foggy blur, you found yourself wondering how long the two of you had been standing there.

though, the heavy atmosphere packed with an intense sexual tension between the two of you quickly redirected your attention. an exaggerated ‘damn’ pulled from his lips as they quirked into a toothy grin, his hand lifting to gently tuck your hair off to the side. “your eyes are bloodshot red! it’s kinda cute though, i dunno.” he teased; and to which you swatted his hand away. being the only one baked out of your mind was already bad enough, but of course, who would he be if he didn’t tease you for it.

“you piss me off.” you leisurely shook your head, eyeing your boyfriend up and down, giving him the nastiest look to prove a point.

gojo raised a brow as his grin shamelessly deepened, visibly amused by your frustration. he moved in closer, as close as the two of your bodies would allow before his hands were wrapped around your waist, pressing your back against the wall. his lips morphed an ‘i’m sorry.’ against the heat of your neck, his nose nudged beneath your jawline as he drew in a deep inhale, followed by a relieved sigh as he shrunk against you. he’s always loved your scent, you knew that.

he peppered small pecks along your neck, quickly transitioning to open mouthed kisses as he traveled downwards, focusing on the area right above your breast. you nipped at your bottom lip, angling your head to the side as an invitation; permission to keep going. his teeth gently grazed your skin to serve as a warning, promptly bracing you before sinking into your skin, electing a sharp hiss from you.

your hand flew up to the nape of his neck, fingers gliding upward to clench around his white locks, holding him in place as your eyes fell to a close. though your efforts proved meaningless as he promptly pulled away, dipping down to praise your stomach with gentle kisses as he positioned himself on his knees.

you blinked down at him, squinting as your reddened eyes met with the air, your hands now resting at his shoulders. gojo made quick work of your shorts, tossing the article of clothing once you’ve stepped out of them. he then leaned forward, warm palms placed at each side of your hips as his lips hovered your clothed clit, pools of your arousal staining the fabric of your panties.

his tongue finally laid flat against your clit, and you panicked, yelping as if you’d seen a ghost. gojo pulled back to look at up you, startled by the tone of your exclamation.

“that!—wait, it feels weird. i can’t really feel it like usual, so are you sure you wanna keep going?” you huffed, half-lidded eyes searching for his. truthfully, you could feel it. it felt even better than usual, almost as if you took an aphrodisiac, and the intensity of it all freaked you out.

“can’t feel it?” he analyzed, brows raised as he gaped up at you. after a short pause he resumed the previous laps of his tongue, lathering the surface of your clothed cunt, collecting every inch of you on his tongue. “you can’t feel this?” he muffled against you, barely audible as he explored what felt like every bit of your pussy. even over your panties.

your left hand flew up to cover your mouth with a slap, a low, guttural moan muffled against your palm. your hips rolled against his tongue, sparks of pleasure erupting in jolts throughout your lower abdomen as you shivered. his hand slid beneath your upper thigh, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and providing you with extra wiggle room in the process.

with your lack of an answer to his question he pulled back, replacing his mouth with his thumb, teasing your throbbing nub in circular motions. he lifted his gaze, exacting eye contact with you. “want me to stop since you can’t feel it?”

you sighed into your palm, the loss of his tongue leaving your soaked core vulnerable to the cold air. you slowly shook your head, sluggish in the motions, eyes silently pleading with his. his head titled to the side, gaze flickering away from your eyes to briefly glance at the hand clasped tightly around your jaw. “move your hand,” his index and middle finger gently pinched around your folds, shifting up and down. “c’mon, talk to me. tell me what you want.”

though you wish you had the resolve to be stubborn, you swiftly removed your hand as instructed. you took a shallow breath in, choked up halfway through as the pallets of his tongue pressed against your clit once more. “i—okay, i can feel it. please don’t stop.” you managed with a hiss, prodding fingertips digging into the flesh of your upper thigh.

gojo seemed content with your plea, swiftly pulling your panties to the side and ogling at the bare sight of you. his tongue dove in-between the heat of your folds, tracing the gape of your entrance before slipping inside of you. he groaned as you shamelessly clenched around the muscle, back arching off of the wall and further into the sensations, rutting your hips against his mouth.

your heavy breaths left rigid, the pound of your heart threatening to burst through your chest, fingers clasped a tight hold around your boyfriend’s hair. his eyes never left yours, drinking up and basking in the lewd expressions you’d make, eager to pull even more from you.

your head fell against the wall with a thump, tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, completely overwhelmed but in the best possible way. “shit, i think—i’m close. i’m gonna cum.” your fingers tugged at his hair, earning a quiet whimper from the man beneath you.

“go ahead, i got you.” he reassured below you, giving the flesh of your hips a gentle squeeze.

your hips stuttered within his hold, thighs enclosing around his head with a tight squeeze as you sobbed. overbearing waves of pleasure enveloped the heat of your body, leaving your knees weak, legs trembling as they tried their best to keep you upright. gradually, your hips began to move in unison with the motions of gojo’s tongue, serving as a guide as you rode out your high.

“satoru,” you called out without reason, allowing your back to slide down against the wall once gojo had pulled away to acknowledge your call. the sight you were met with was one you’d wish you’d seen sooner; disheveled white locks poking out in each and every direction, swollen lips glossed over with your arousal, a lovely flush of red spread along the bare skin of his neck and cheeks. if you hadn’t been so exhausted, another go wouldn’t have seemed so taxing.

you raised your hands to cup his cheeks, gently kneading as if he were a stress ball. “you um.. have my cum all over your face.” you cleared your throat, eyes beaming as you marveled at the sight, dumbfounded.

“mm, and you taste good,” he smiled, his palms slinking beneath the fabric of your shirt to caress the smooth surface of your skin. he traced small shapes with his index finger along your sides, unintentionally teasing as shivers shot up your spine.

“you okay? you look absolutely gone, but completely fucked out. it’s hot.”

“..goddamn freak.”

[saetiate]

this is weirdly specific things i think blue lock characters would love to see you in

reo: business pants. i think nagi too they understand each other on this. for reo particularly when you're wearing "seamless" underwear but he can still see the outline when you bend over aughh

nagi: sweatpants or flimsy sleep pants in general when it's obvious that you're not wearing anything under. he likes to see everything jiggle. if you wear rings he likes to fiddle w them and spin them when he's holding ur hand

barou: patterned clothes. specifically thinking of a tight shirt w horizontal stripes where he can see the way the stripes wrap around your body

oliver: mary janes w the ankle strap, bonus points for a lil heel + socks. i think he likes that u seem like a good girl in them and wants to corrupt that

karasu: loafers. same reason as oliver except he genuinely likes good girls and wants to take care of u

isagi: kinda cheating but i almost want to say certain kinds of perfume. he likes anything you wear in general tho bc it's you and when you change perfumes he'll ask "is this new?" without you telling him and inhale deeply into your skin to "get used to it"

bachira: when you have a towel wrapped around u e.g. out of the shower, at the beach. honorable mention to having the sheets/blankets wrapped around you, he just wants to rip it all off

hiori: those claw clips like those seasonal ones w the snowman or christmas tree, or lil hair clips that have like strawberries on them or smth like that. he thinks it's so cute

sae: if you don't wear glasses usually but have them sometimes (you usually wear contacts or only wear them when u need or smth like that) then he likes when you're wearing them

rin: sports bra/spandex he specifically likes how your boobs look when he takes it off of you. like how your body looks when the constriction comes off. also applies to jumping into + out of jeans

niko: thigh highs sorry this is so basic but i think he does love it. when it's tight and spills over and everything. stockings too

chigiri: sneakers/trainers bc i think he likes watching you run comfortably and bounce around in them. particularly if the soles are like a lil thick bc it makes you look like ur walking on cushion

yukimiya: necklaces, single or layered. likes to help you put them on, take them off, lay them against your neck and chest and play with them.

gagamaru: leg warmers. makes you look a bit like you have hooves he thinks its quite sweet?? honorable mention to sweater mittens

[merakiui]

I headcanon Georgina is head of the Leech family. She's known as a pretty brutal woman but has a soft spot for her sons.

She frequents a hole in the wall known bakery who's cakes and teas are just fabulous. She develops a friendly relationship with a waitress she hit it off with. They gossip for an hour every time she's there. Her darlingsons are a frequent point of discussion.

It's gets too the point your boss wants to tell you to get back to work, but the smile Mrs. Leech gives him is nothing short of menacing as she tells him this is just good customer service leave her be.

One day a bloodied individual is brought to her begging for his life. Saying he'd give her anything. His gambling debts had left him with little else other than a daughter. When Georgina looks at the provided photo it's her waitress!?

... Well who is she to squander such an opportunity.

You find yourself forced into a car on your way home from work. Georgina is there playing up how awful it is to have a father willing to sell his daughter to pay off his debts, but don't worry Mama Georgina will look out for you, all you have to do is one tiny favor and the debts will be considered repayed! You're practically shaking as it's just you and her in an elevator. Once you're at the top floors penthouse you're shoved out, falling into the arms of twins you recognize from her pictures.

Mama leech hits the button to go back to the lobby "Be gentle with the poor thing..." she gives her sons a smile that basically says:

"I want a positive pregnancy test in hand by the end of the week."

Ohhhhh….. orz orz that’s perfect,,,

Forming a bond with her favorite waitress and it pays off in her favor when your terrible father owes a serious debt. She’s so seamless with her motherly manipulation, sympathizing so sweetly to your circumstances, and insisting she’s here to help you. Even though it does nothing to ease your anxieties, considering your father essentially used you as compensation for his debt. >_< for the first time since you met her, you don’t trust the “sincerity” in her smile.

Nor do you quite understand what she means when she tells her beloved sons to “be gentle.” You’re immediately scared. They’re so tall and strong-looking, and their razored grins are too intimidating. You realize what’s happening when they’re guiding you to a bed, promising to treat you nicely just as their mama asked them to~

Suddenly, you’re resisting. You don’t want this! You’ve never had sex before and if you ever were to you always imagined your first time to be full of love and sweetness. This is nothing like this as your legs are pried apart and they tell you you’re cute when you squirm. You’re so scared. This isn’t what you want, but it’s what you must do because you were practically handed on a silver platter to them. ;;;

It’s impossible to hold back your moans, too. You try your hardest, but that just makes them even more determined to unravel you. One of them eats you out with a long, skilled tongue while the other teases your nipples. You cry out when you’re stretched open on a cock that feels too-big, choking on the other stuffed into your mouth. They’re mating pressing you into the sheets to ensure you won’t waste a single drop of cum. >:) that way you’ll be mothering a child or two (or three) in the near-future.

Mama Leech simply adores you. She knew you’d be a perfect match for her darling boys. And it’s a wonderful thing they seem to like you just as much.

[dismalflo]

i know you wrote a birthday fic for remus recently so if you don’t feel like writing this it’s totally understandable! but it’s my birthday soon and i was wondering if you’d write a james potter x reader birthday fic? i think james comes from a birthday family, like they go all out and I think it would be cute to see readers first time experiencing a true potter birthday celebration :)

happiest of birthdays to you, darling! thanks for requesting <3

james potter x reader who he plans a surprise party for ✩ 710 words

cw: fluff, established relationship

There's some shuffling and a faint shushing sound on the other side of the door as you arrive at James’ house. Despite your best efforts, he’s been impressively tight-lipped about whatever he has planned for tonight. Each time you’ve asked, his eyes would spark with excitement—followed by a quick, affectionate kiss to the side of your head and a seamless change of subject, leaving you no closer to an answer than before. 

You knock gently, though the door swings open quickly, like he’s obviously been waiting for your arrival. James is standing there, grinning, it's bright and sweet. He’s dressed up too, handsome as ever, but too much for a simple night in.

“Hey, angel,” he says, his voice warm with barely-contained excitement. “Happy birthday!”

You give him a skeptical look. “Thank you, I told you—”

“Shhh.” He puts a finger to your lips dramatically, then chuckles. “I know you don’t like to make a big deal about today. But you do like me, and I like making a big deal about you. So… we’re going to make it a big deal.” 

“I don’t think that's how birthdays are supposed to work.”

“Too late,” he says petulantly, grabbing your hand and tugging you inside.

He pulls you into the house before you can protest further, his fingers lacing through yours. The warmth of his hand is familiar, grounding—but the way his eyes keep darting down the hallway makes your stomach flip with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

“James, what did you do?” you ask warily, eyes narrowing as he tries to shepherd you forward with the grace of a very overeager puppy.

“Nothing,” he replies cheerfully, shrugging, which is not comforting.

Before you can say anything else, the lights flicker off and you instinctively stop short.

“James—”

“Surprise!”

The sudden burst of cheerful voices, accompanied by a chorus of clapping and laughter, fills the room. The lights flicker back on just as you’re blinking, trying to make sense of the scene before you. Heart skipping a beat.

Your eyes adjust just in time to see a crowd of familiar faces grinning back at you.

Sirius is the first to rush forward, party hat askew and a cupcake already in hand. “You should’ve seen how stressed James was about keeping this quiet. I thought he was gonna combust, poor bloke.”

“Oi!” James shouts in mock indignation, but his arm is already slipping around your waist, steady and warm. “Don’t listen to him. I wasn’t stressed.”

You turn toward James slowly, still stunned, eyes wide as they flick over the decorations strung from the ceiling, the handmade banner with your name on it (clearly written in Lily’s neat script), the table full of your favourite treats and little gifts wrapped in mismatched paper.

“James,” you whisper, dumbfounded. “You… did all this?”

He grins sheepishly. “Yeah, well. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“But this… this is a lot,” you say, your voice quieter, but not protesting—just in awe. “You coordinated all of this?”

He shrugs again, but it’s clearly an act. You can see the way his shoulders pull tight under the fabric of his dress shirt, the way his fingers nervously rub circles against your waist. “I had help,” he admits. “But yeah. I wanted to do something that made you feel loved. Because you are. Completely. Stupidly. Ridiculously loved.”

You don’t answer right away, your throat thick, something bright and fluttery pressing against your chest. Sirius makes a loud kissing noise from behind you, and someone else shouts, “Just snog already!” followed by laughter.

James glares over your shoulder. “Alright, alright, you lot can back off—”

You cut him off by leaning in, hands slipping up around his neck, and pressing your lips softly to his.

His breath catches—then he’s kissing you back, slow and sure, familiar and saccharine. Around you, the sounds of the party blur into a warm hum, like the world’s softened at the edges.

When you pull back, he looks stunned—eyes wide, lips parted slightly, his forehead still close to yours.

“You’re impossible,” you whisper, smiling.

“Good impossible?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours.

“The best.”

And James beams, the kind of smile that lights up his whole face—because tonight, all of this, you—was worth every second.

[darlingdreadwrites]

Hi!! Could u maybe make a ticcy toby x male(or gn) reader and it's just super fluffy, lazily making out in his lap with neck and tummy kisses? It's ok if not tho :33

Have a nice day tho I luv ur writing<33!!

OF COURSE MY DARLING IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! i've never written a male reader and it just ended up being gn reader, i hope that's not an issue

pairing: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

contains: fluff, kisses, love bites

word count: 746

masterlist

a.n: short and sweet for this cute little request

You’re honestly amazed that your lips haven’t numbed at this point. After what now feels like hours of slow, heated kisses, you thought they’d be a little too sore. But, instead, they just feel warm and tingly in the best way possible.

Not that it even matters anymore. Toby’s lips had wandered away from yours, and now they were pressed to your neck. Each kiss leaves a warm, damp trail across your skin. You swear you can feel the faintest hit of his breath as he lets out a quiet, satisfied hum against you. You wince when his teeth bite down on your clavicle a little too hard, likely due to a tic. He responds with an apologetic whimper, licking the unintended mark to soothe it (as if he doesn’t secretly enjoy leaving bite marks on you).

His hands keep you firmly planted in his lap as he nuzzles closer, grabbing at you – your thighs, your hips. His nose brushes the curve of your neck, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you. He hums in response, pressing a kiss just beneath your jaw, sending heat pooling low in your stomach. You let your head tilt to the side, granting him more access as your hands lightly scratch at his hair.

“You’re gonna wear me out,” you murmur, though there isn’t an ounce of compliant in your voice.

“F-five more… more min-minutes,” he whines, his words slightly muffled from his spot on your neck.

You huff in response, still feigning annoyance, but you know you’re not going anywhere. Not when he’s being like this – clingy and affectionate. Wanting to see his pretty face – and to torture him a little – you pull his head back by his hair. He moans, but it’s his lips that your eyes zone in on. His lips, already so red and swollen from all the kissing, curve into the faintest pout. Your gaze lingers on his flushed face – on the way his brows knit, on the way his eyes are still closed in anticipation. You know you’ll never get enough of him.

You press another unhurried, deliberate kiss to his lips, savoring the way his breath hitches and the pleased sounds you swallow. His lips move against yours in a lazy rhythm, warm and slightly chapped, but perfect all the same. You can feel the slight tremor in his breath every time you press closer, his mouth molding to yours. There is something desperate in the way he kisses you – like he could never get you close enough.

You feel his fingers curl into your sweater, holding you closer as his kisses become more insistent. He lets out a quiet, broken sound when your teeth scape against his lip, and you feel your stomach flip when his hand slips up your back. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt up your leg.

His kisses move again from your lips to your jaw, trailing down your neck in a languid, heated path. The transition from lips to neck was now seamless, his mouth moving with such ease that it leaves you breathless. The taste of him lingers in your tongue – faintly sweet – as his tongue glides against your neck again.

Toby lets out another small whine when you try to shift in his lap, his arms locking tighter around your waist. You’re about to tease him when your laugh turns into a startled gasp as Toby shifts beneath you, rolling you over onto the couch. Toby’s grin is unrepentant, his fingers skimming over your sides as he pushes your sweater up.

“Oops,” he mutters, the corners of his lips quirking up.

He leans to your lips to leave a quick kiss on your lips, pulling a giggle from you. He kisses the side of your mouth, nibbles at your jaw, and leaves a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His teeth scrape gently against your skin, followed by the soothing press of his tongue – leaving ticklish tingles in their wake. His hands continue their work, bunching up the soft fabric of your sweater.

When his lips finally reach your stomach, you can’t suppress the shiver the rips through you. Toby lingers there, kissing above your navel then over the sensitive skin just above your waistband. His nose brushes against you as he nuzzles closer.

“Toby,” you murmur as you squirm.

He glances up at you through his eyelashes. “Hmm?”

“Nothing,” you manage, though your heart feels impossibly full.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Flirts

Mapi Leon x Reader x Ingrid Engen

Summary: Your cousin's two friends are definitely flirting with you

You meet them at a party - although calling it a party is a bit of a stretch.

You meet them at a get-together. You let yourself into your house with your key and hang your jacket up on your hook, grabbing Patri's up from where she had thrown it on the floor and placing it on a hook as well.

You toe off your shoes and ignore the chatter from the living room in favour of grabbing a drink. You sigh deeply when you see the dishes in the sink.

"Patricia!" You yell," I mean this in the nicest way possible, I don't care if you're friends are here, but I need these dishes cleaned up tonight."

You can hear your cousin swear at the use of her name as well as quiet giggling from her teammates.

You linger in the doorway, arms crossed over your purple scrubs. "I mean it," You say firmly," They've been in the sink since last night."

"Yeah, Patri," Pina teases, nudging her with a foot," Go and clean up after yourself."

You roll your eyes. "You can help, Pina," You say," Seeing as I know you ate my leftovers last night."

The pair both huff but do as you say. Your eyes rove over the assembled football players. You recognise a few of them personally but some from only when you've seen them on tv.

They watch you in silence, some of them wide-eyed.

"How is Nala?"

Alexia's face lights up. "She is good. Better now that her fur has grown back!"

You let out a laugh. "Well, if she hadn't gotten gallstones then I wouldn't have had to shave her." You glance down at your phone, checking your calendar. "I'm still seeing her next week, right? To get her stitches removed?"

"Si," Alexia says," Gracias, y/n, for having her seen so quickly."

You shrug. "Well, when there's a dog as cute as Nala getting them seen quick is my first priority."

Alexia beams at you before saying to the rest of the group," This is Patri's cousin. She's a vet, the one that saved Nala. y/n, this is Ona, Lucy, Keira, Mapi and Ingrid. They all play for Barca."

"Of course," You roll your eyes," It's nice to meet you all." You move to leave but one of the girls on the sofa catches your wrist - Mapi, you think.

Her eyes shine with something you're not familiar with as she exchanges a look with Ingrid, whose lap she is sitting in. "You cannot stay?"

You glance at the clock, not exactly sure why you're entertaining this girl who's clearly in a relationship. "I have a surgery tomorrow."

Her girlfriend moves her head to look at you. "What kind of surgery?"

It's like they both knew how to draw you in, ready and incredibly willing to listen to you talk about the pulmonary stenosis you were correcting tomorrow.

At some point in the conversation, Mapi and Ingrid had separated, moving to different ends of the sofa until you were sandwiched between them. As you spoke, detailing the work you did as one of the few cardiothoracic veterinary specialists in Spain, Mapi's hand came to rest on your thigh and Ingrid propped her head up on her arm and used her hand to gently brush your hair out of your face.

Madre Mia.

They were flirting with you.

●～●～●～●～

You thought it was a one-night occurrence, the innocent flirting and the affectionate touches. You thought that they would remain Patri's teammates who you would occasionally see at games and far away from your actual life out of your cousin's spotlight.

But they start appearing everywhere.

Sometimes together.

Sometimes alone.

Ingrid at your favourite coffee place.

Mapi hanging around the park near your house.

Both of them 'bumping into you' while shopping.

It gets progressively more and more until your day is ruined by not seeing or hearing from them. It's completely seamless the way that they've inserted themselves into your lives.

You're sitting in the crowd at El Clásico when you start to realise that this might be a bit more serious than you originally thought.

You're introduced to Jana, Bruna and Frido as Alexia approaches, extremely happy to announce that Nala is much better than before.

"Oh, I know who you are," Frido replies," Mapi and Ingrid won't shut up about you. You're the vet."

You're a bit confused that Mapi and Ingrid have been talking about you to Frido, even more embarrassed when she reveals that you're all they ever talk about now - the fact that you've made it rich as a cardiothoracic specialist but still helped Nala with her gallbladder despite it making you little to no money compared to your usual work, the fact that you know all the secret backroads and hole in the wall shops around the city.

Everything and anything you've even mentioned in passing to them has been reported to Frido, who laughs slightly at your shell-shocked face.

"They're obsessed with you," She says," And I know for a fact that Patri's been helping them bump into you. You know, Mapi said that she was worried about asking Patri for your number."

Your cheeks colour. You hadn't realised that you meant so much to the couple, who seamlessly brought you into their orbit without even thinking much about it, seducing you into their lives with sweet words and soft touches.

Your mouth opens and closes for probably the whole of the match and it's not until you're let onto the field to congratulate your cousin and Pina, that you finally manage to gather your thoughts.

Mapi crashes into your back at speed, nearly bowling you over but Ingrid's already there, ready to catch you. You're pushed into her front and, with Mapi at your back, you're held hostage between them as they speak to you.

You don't exactly want to escape them though, content and happy between them.

"Bah!" Mapi complains when she pulls away and spies your Patri shirt. "Do you have to wear that?"

You laugh in disbelief as Ingrid moves to settle her arm around your shoulder while Mapi threads your fingers together. "She's my cousin. I think she would be upset if I didn't. Besides, what was I meant to wear up in the Barca box? White for Madrid?"

Both of them make a face.

"Or mine," Mapi says with a silly grin and a blown-out look in her eyes as if she's imagining it," Or Ingrid's. Actually, definitely Ingrid's. You'd look hot in her shirt."

Your cheeks flush - a regular occurrence when you're with the pair of them.

"I think yours," Ingrid replies," She would look equally as good in it." She winks at you. "But I wouldn't be opposed to you wearing mine either."

Your cheeks grow hotter and you bury your head in Ingrid's chest to try and hide your blush.

Mapi doesn't let you though. Her fingers capture your chin and she pulls you to face her. Ingrid rests her own chin on your shoulder and her hands go around your waist, securing you in place.

"Don't look away, amor," Mapi says and her voice drops to some form of purr that you're too busy overthinking to put a proper name to," We like to see when we make you all pretty and red."

"It's our favourite thing about you," Ingrid whispers in your ear and you have to clench your jaw to stop yourself from crying out in public," How you react when we hold you close and don't let go."

●～●～●～●～

You hide out in your house after that interaction, pacing up and down the halls like you're crazy, which completely freaks Patri out.

All those times, you had thought that it was a harmless game to them, flirting with you, buying you gifts, taking you out on things that we're most definitely dates now that you think about. You thought it was just them spicing up their relationship with each other, spoiling you to make the other jealous so they could go home and have epic sex - you almost shut down completely when you think about how good Mapi and Ingrid would be in bed.

But, clearly, your growing crush had been mutual and that's enough to make you go into a complete tailspin.

You don't see them for a few days anyway - travelling to Valencia to perform an open heart surgery on some philanthropist's poor dog. When you come home, it's with a very welcome stowaway.

"No," Patri gasps as she says you stroll in with Honey in your arms.

It turns out your new client (who also was so thankful for you saving his eldest dog's life) had gifted you one of the newest from his Shiba Inu's litter.

She was undoubtedly small, practically a runt but you fell in love with her the moment she climbed into your lap as you took a refreshment break after surgery and licked your nose.

"Si," You say to Patri, who is already taking pictures," Her name's Honey."

Patri's friends all end up coming over, cooing over Honey who takes it so well that you've got no worries about her socialisation.

That's when you next see Mapi and Ingrid.

Mapi walks up behind you, arm automatically around your waist. "You look good as a mama," She says as you both watch Alexia coo over your puppy," She'll be in great hands."

You grin. "Safest hands in Spain," You joke, lifting them up," If you go by my lack of complications after surgery."

Mapi rests one of her hands against your palm. Hers are bigger than yours, and rougher from days of lifting weights and doing pull-ups in the gym. Yours are softer by comparison, used to precision needlework and lightly holding a scalpel to make the tiniest of incisions.

"You have nice hands," She says after a moment and she watches your face redden. She leans in. "I wonder what else they're good at."

You catch the implication and an embarrassing squeak slips from your lips. Mapi grins like a wolf and pulls away, hand dropping but keeping an arm around your waist, pulling you into her body.

Ingrid appears in the next moment. She shares a tender kiss with Mapi and winks at you as they pull away.

"Motherhood suits you," She says, her accent causes something to stir within you," You're glowing."

You fix your eyes on Honey, who's running around trying to see who will give her treats next. "It's not like I was pregnant," You try to defend yourself but from the corner of your eye, Ingrid peels away from Mapi to join you at your other side. Her arm closes around your shoulder, fingers drawing patterns on the exposed skin of your arm.

"Hmm," She says dismissively of your statement," How was the surgery? Good? Seeing as you came home with a cutie like Honey."

"Rich guys are generally annoying but this one was pretty cool. He has a lot of animals but he cares deeply for them all." You frown. "I think he's keeping me on a retainer now. I didn't think you could do that for vets, just lawyers."

"You clearly seduced him, amor," Mapi says," You're good like that, getting people to fall for you."

Ingrid's tongue darts out to wet her lips. "Yes, she's very good at that."

●～●～●～●～

It all comes to a head just two weeks after El Clásico.

You've left Honey at a friend's house and Patri's dragged you out to a club with some of her friends.

You're completely sober though, Patri's only way home, but you still end up dancing.

Somewhere along the night, Mapi and Ingrid (equally as sober) join you.

You're sandwiched between them again - Ingrid at your back and Mapi at your front.

Ingrid's hands are on your waist so even if you wanted to fall out of their orbit, you can't.

Your dancing gets more and more sensual as time goes on until you catch Mapi's eyes.

She's grinning like she usually is when you're caught in Ingrid's grip - like a wolf. It happens in slow motion for you.

She leans forward, ever so slightly and your heart beats erratically in your chest. Your lips connect and fireworks go off in your brain. You move on instinct, kissing back and the guilt appears only as she pulls away.

Your eyes widen in alarm and you dart them towards Ingrid, an apology already on your tongue.

You had a crush on both of them, that's true, but kissing Mapi in front of her girlfriend was crossing a line that you shouldn't have crossed.

But Ingrid's grinning down at you and steals a kiss as well, flicking her tongue into your mouth with ease. Her hands move up to your face, leaving Mapi to hold onto your hips.

Your knees feel a little weak when she pulls away.

"You were right," Ingrid says to Mapi although her eyes are still on you," She does taste good."

The implications of that makes your heart skip a beat. They've been talking about you together, about how you react to them, about how you taste.

"You're so dense, amor," Mapi says to you as recognition of every interaction you've had with them suddenly starts to make perfect sense," So book smart, the best vet in the country but so dense. We've been flirting with you for months now."

"Since we saw you that night at Patri's," Ingrid continues," We just knew we had to have you." All those dates. All those little gifts." Her hand comes to rest on the junction between your neck and shoulder. "We're gonna treat you so well, elskling. You just have to say yes."

"Gonna make you our girlfriend," Mapi says as open-mouthed kisses are pressed against the other side of your neck," Gonna take you home with us tonight, if you'll let us. Just say yes."

You don't even have to think about it.

"Yes."

[sergle]

idk if this is a question for you or for Maya Kern or if it's even a polite thing to ask (I'm sorry if it's not!!) but like. have you ever considered/would it be possible to do skirts with the pattern covering the entire thing, rather than just around the base of the skirt? I love love love your pattern art and I was just thinking that the tomato pattern in particular would be sooooo extra cute as a seamless pattern covering all the fabric 💕

firstly: totally an okay thing to ask!! I don't mind skirt questions at all, I think this kind of thing is probably okay to throw at either of us, but her inbox is frequently blowing up! I've made mostly hem designs so far, but I absolutely do wanna make some skirts w allover patterns!!!! adapting the tomatoes (and maybe other designs?) into pattern grids is something that I think could be so fun. the tomatoes in particular, I thought this was such a good idea so I did a mockup for it:

so that's not a greenlight for putting it on clothes-- but it's a fun good idea that i want to keep in mind for later, because I *do* like the loop :3 aside from that, i already do have some skirts in my mind that are all-over designs, though they aren't traditional pattern loops! these were some skirt drafts from my last batch of pitches, and maya helped me pick a couple of the landscape designs that i'm workshopping!! so there's also that!

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Christmas Special

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Christmas Special

            “Alright, everyone, you have your teams!” said Enid, standing proudly at the front of the dorm. “Get ready, get set…Time of gingerbread houses! Best theme wins the right to choose the star of our dorm tree!”

            She was instantly running to grab candy and ice cream to make her gingerbread house into the cutest thing ever (and Ajax was more than happy to help her). She had gumdrops, glittery sprinkles, and a hell of a lot of icing.

            Bianca, Xavier, and Eugene (they had been invited and shoved into a team since Enid wasn’t letting Xavier get paired with Wednesday when she could play matchmaker instead) got some supplies and sat down. Bianca and Xavier instantly began arguing over what to make the theme, and Eugene quietly started cracking cookies apart to make a beehive.

            (Y/N) got a combination of a bunch of candy and instantly popped some into their mouth. When Wednesday levelled a look, they grinned impishly.

            “What?” They shrugged.

            “We need our supplies,” said Wednesday, organizing walls of the gingerbread house.

            “You’re into this?” (Y/N) smiled. “That’s so cool!”

            “I want to win. The sweets and colors and ‘Christmas spirit’ have nothing to do with it,” said Wednesday.

            “Whatever you say,” said (Y/N), not offput by any of Wednesday’s “attitude.” “Want me to cut the head off of these gummy bears so they’re dead?”

            Wednesday paused and raised a brow. “Murder on Christmas?”

            (Y/N) grinned. “It would be fun.”

            “Destroy all the peace on earth and goodwill to men with murder,” mused Wednesday. “I approve the storyline.”

            “Great,” said (Y/N). They held out a handful of gummy bears. “What color is the killer?”

            “Red. Blood on the green ones with contrast better to highlight the gruesomeness,” said Wednesday.

            “Got it,” said (Y/N), grabbing a plastic knife and cutting off a tiny gummy bear’s head. (They also may or may not have popped another one into their mouth).

            While they did so, Wednesday created the house and began to splatter blood across it. With toothpicks and some incredible ingenuity with gingerbread, a tiny guillotine sat in the yard of the house. (Y/N) happily added heads to one side and bodies to the other.

            “We should put ‘Redrum’ on the side of the house so it’s spookier,” said (Y/N).

            “Cliché but on theme,” said Wednesday. That was her way of complimenting the contribution, so (Y/N) hummed and opened a candy-cane. Wednesday didn’t even comment and just snapped another one into a spike for the yard. (She knew that (Y/N) had a love for all things sweet, which made their friendship that much more a mystery).

            “Times up!” called Enid. “Everyone front and center with your gingerbread houses!”

            She and Ajax were first up to put theirs on the counter. It was a sparkling castle of gumdrops and gingerbread. M&Ms made tiles for the roof, and sparkling sprinkles made the snow shine in the light. It was a lovely, classic gingerbread house and totally Enid and Ajax.

            “It’s so cute, Enid,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Full-on Christmas,” said Bianca.

            “I’m going to choose to pretend that is a compliment,” said Enid.

            “Watch it, Bianca,” said Ajax.

            “Try me, Beanie,” said Bianca.

            “Can we not?” groaned Xavier. It was bad enough working with her, but he had to stare at Wednesday and (Y/N) being so seamless together that it drove him up the wall, and this was the terrible icing on the cake.

            “Come on, show yours,” said (Y/N), eager to stop the conflict.

            “Here,” said Eugene, smiling. He put his (What did Bianca and Xavier have to do with it?) creation on the counter. It was a beehive of gingerbread complete with icing as honey and gumdrops as bees. Candy-canes were makeshift flowers that the bees landed on.

            “It’s so you,” said (Y/N). “I didn’t even realize you could cut these into hexagons.”

            Eugene smiled. “I know bees.”

            “(Y/N), Wednesday, your turn!” said Enid.

            “Tada,” said (Y/N), gesturing to it.

            “Slaughterhouse,” said Wednesday. “Or as I like to call it, home.”

            “You turned innocent gingerbread houses and gummy bears into a murder scene?” said Bianca. “Weird, even by our standards.”

            “At least we had fun,” said (Y/N) “innocently.” Wednesday was tempted to smirk as Bianca glowered and (Y/N) just grinned happily.

            “I hate to say it, but I think Slaughterhouse wins,” said Enid, staring at it. “It’s so…detailed.” She smiled. “You really got into the Christmas spirit, Wednesday, (Y/N)!”

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N).

            “Take that back,” said Wednesday, offended.

            “Congratulations, you two get to choose the star for your dorm’s tree,” said Ajax, smiling.

            “Can it be flames to burn the monstrosity?” said Wednesday.

            “Hey, I let you put a voodoo doll of your family memory handing from a noose on the tree,” said Enid. “No disrespecting the tree.”

            “I like this star,” said (Y/N), picking up a silver snowflake. “Wednesday, what do you think?”

            Enid wiggled her eyebrows at Wednesday as Wednesday’s attitude melted away.

            “The edges are like daggers,” said Wednesday. “We can put it up.”

            (Y/N) smiled happily, and Wednesday’s heart thumped. How unfortunate, she was still alive. At least (Y/N) was there.

            “I’ll put it up. Come and see our tree, guys,” said Enid, pulling the others to see all the ornaments that had been put up in the dorm. (She wasn’t joking when she said she’d let (Y/N) and Wednesday add whatever ornaments they wanted. It was a little…grim, but, hey, it was also familial with everyone making their additions).

            (Y/N) watched the tree light up with the silver star on top. They smiled. “Thanks for making the gingerbread house with me, Wednesday. It was a lot of fun.”

            “Murder seems to be our specialty,” said Wednesday.

            “A lot more fun when it’s candy,” said (Y/N), chuckling. Reaching over, they picked up Hershey’s kisses and held out a hand. “Kiss?”

            Wednesday paused and looked at (Y/N). “What?”

            (Y/N) flushed slightly. “Chocolate? For a job well-done? It’s not dark chocolate, but it’s good.”

            Wednesday hesitated before reaching out and taking the candy. “I like sweet things. Occasionally.” She glanced at (Y/N)’s face.

            (Y/N)’s heart fluttered, and they smiled. “I’m, uh, glad.” They had no idea what that meant, but they could hope, right? Clearing their throat, they looked back at the tree and their friends. “Merry Christmas, Wednesday.”

            “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

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[momotonescreaming]

Ooh 11 + bucktommy? ♥️♥️♥️

Janai!!! Hello!! A little bit late, and it's mostly just vibes but I hope you enjoy! 💜💜💜

11. Toothpaste Kisses From the soft fic prompt meme

Moving in with Tommy changed everything but also nothing at all.

Like sure, he was in a house now, instead of a loft. With a garage and a lawn and even a garden instead of a few potted plants on a balcony. But there was still place for his industrial inspired furniture amongst Tommy's more cozy and vintage stylings. His cookbooks on the bookcase next to Tommy's novels and mechanic's manuals. And of course he got to take over Tommy's kitchen with his fancy appliances. His things settling home, Tommy carving out a place for them.

It wasn't just Tommy's place, it was his now too. He went to work, to the gym, and back home as normal. He went on dates with Tommy as normal. Except now, he got to come home to Tommy every day. They got to live their lives in tandem, entwining together. Their schedules and routines and quirks slotting together. It was so different and not different at all.

That might be Buck's favourite part, them going through their routines together. The way it feels so seamless, and the way he knows just how much work it took them to get there. The effort required to make it feel effortless.

Tommy likes to make himself a cup of tea and read his book before bed. Shift work depending, of course, but it helps him wind down for the day. Buck thinks it's cute, calls his boyfriend an old man because he knows Tommy is going to tease him right back in a way that just feels right. He loves the way it's part of his routine now too. Tommy making them both a hot drink before bed, as he reads his book and Buck goes down another internet deep dive. He's not afraid to admit just how nice it is.

They asleep together, limbs entangled, breaths falling in sync. It feels normal. It feels right.

They wake up together, and Buck goes through the same morning routine he went through at the loft. Except now, Tommy's there. All the time now, and not just when he stayed the night. It still makes him kind of giddy, waking up in Tommy's embrace, kissing slow and sweet and arguing about taking turns making each other breakfast.

It's a Saturday, and they're both on a 48 off, and Buck couldn't be happier. He made them omelettes for breakfast, apron tied over his bare chest. Clad only in sleep pants and thick socks, prepping his fancy ingredients while Tommy sleepily made them coffee.

Tommy offered to clean up, do the dishes while Buck showered, and it just felt natural.

He's near done with his shower when the door to the ensuite opens, Buck shamelessly stealing Tommy's nice black pepper and ginger body wash so he can smell just that little bit more like his boyfriend. Tommy, who locks eyes with him through the shower door and Buck swears he can see him raise an eyebrow through the steam and the water. Like he knows.

Buck just laughs, enjoying the scent of black pepper body wash rising through the steam, watching as Tommy settles into place at the sink. He kind of likes it, that he gets the casual intimacy of just existing together. That they can hang out in the bathroom together, shouting to try and talk over the water. That he can be naked, comfortable and open as Tommy brushes his teeth.

Turning the shower off, Buck feels rinsed and clean and refreshed. Noise from the water echoing in his ears, fading out as the steam settles. He grabs his towel and dries himself off, tying it around waist and easing into place at the sink next to Tommy.

"Looking good, babe," He says, wrapping an arm around Tommy's waist, his sleep shirt soft and his body warm underneath his hand. Pressing himself close, not caring that he's still sort of damp as he leans in to kiss Tommy's cheek. His stubble scratches against his lips in such a way that he still sort of really likes, and Buck can feel Tommy smile.

Toothbrush still in his mouth, Tommy raises his eyebrow again and mumbles out a response that Buck thinks is supposed to be oh yeah? but mostly comes out as a bubble of toothpaste foam.

Buck pulls a face as he keeps himself plastered to Tommy's side, laughing as Tommy takes the brush out of his mouth to he can press a toothpaste-y kiss to his cheek.

He smells of spearmint, and black pepper and Tommy. He smells an awful lot like home.

[prettyyoungandbored]

hi hun. first off I miss you, feels like it’s been ages since we’ve interacted on here ❤️

second I just saw a gif set of Charlie and now I’m really pining for him and too exhausted to write 🥲

so may I plz request early mornings with Charlie, both of you completely integrated into each others routines as you get up and brush your teeth, shower, get dressed. it’s almost seamless like you know each others next move. a very domestic intimacy and maybe charlie being a shameless flirt and making sultry comments. i’m not sure how comfortable you are with spice levels but i wouldn’t mind a little 😏 charlie.

I love you, thank you, you’re brilliant 💋🤩🩷🫡

Hi my love! I miss you too 🫶🏻🥺

I know it’s been forever! Sorry about that! I’ve been going through it since January 🤣😭

Anyway, here’s Y/N and Charlie’s morning routine. I can’t write smut for shit, but hopefully it’s horny enough.

Hope you like it!

Good Morning - Charlie Dalton

Pairing: Adult!Charlie Dalton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Charlie being horny, some sexual shit - read at your own risk I guess?

NOT MY GIF

The sharp blares of the alarm clock woke Y/N from her slumber.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open as she was greeted by the warmth of Charlie's embrace. Her face was buried in his neck as his chin rest on top of her head.

She moved her head from under his chin and went to reach over him to shut off the alarm, when Charlie turned over and shut it off himself.

He rubbed his face for a moment before eyeing Y/N and flashing a sleepy smile.

"Morning, honey," he yawned before giving her a chaste kiss.

She smiled, melting into his kiss. "Morning."

She went to remove the covers when Charlie grabbed her hips and pulled her under him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N giggled. "We need to get ready for work."

Charlie's lips hovered over hers. "We have a few minutes."

"Oh yeah?"

He hummed, capturing her lips in a kiss so sweet her toes curled.

"Charlie-."

He didn't respond, too focused on kissing her. Any other day, she would've given in.

"You were already late once this week," she reminded him gently.

He chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose. "You're cute when you worry about me."

His lips then fell to the crook of her neck, latching on for dear life.

Y/N bit her bottom lip as Charlie's hand slithered up the hem of her tank top. She knew that if she was gonna get him out of bed, she'd have to pull out the big guns.

"If you get up now and get in the shower, I'll join you." He lifted his head up, still smirking. "Yeah? You're gonna scrub me down real good?"

"If you get up now, then yes I will."

"Lead the way, sweetheart."

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"Holy shit your hands are magic."

Y/N beamed in delight as she lathered the conditioner into Charlie's soaked hair. His eyes closed, mouth hung open as he reveled in her touch.

There was a sense of honor she felt in that she was the only one allowed to touch Charlie's hair. Then again, it took alot of sexual bargaining to get him to let her touch it.

After the first time, she never had to ask again.

"Ok, move so I can finish my hair," she said, patting his back.

"But don't I need to wash out-""

"Give it a minute to settle. It'll help with the moisture."

He moved to allow Y/N to wash out the deep conditioner that she'd put in her hair earlier. She leaned her back into the water, combing the product out of her hair with her fingers.

Charlie watched in admiration, unable to believe the woman in front of him agreed to be his wife.

He took a step and cradled her face in his hands, pulling her out of her water and crashing his lips onto hers.

"Charlie," she breathed.

"Give two minutes."

He pushed her against the wall and she smirked.

"Clock starts now, Charlie."

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Charlie stepped out of the shower first and grabbed Y/N a towel. Just as she was getting ready to step out, he wrapped the towel around her and kissed her nose.

He grabbed two towels for himself, wrapping one around his torso and using the other one to dry his wet hair.

She gently pat his bare back and grabbed her toothbrush.

"Make sure to ask your dad what time he and your mom are coming over on Sunday," she reminded him as she brushed.

He snorted as he reached for his own toothbrush.

"What if I tell him that we need to cancel dinner due to prior commitments?"

She raised an eyebrow. "And what prior commitment do we have?"

"Anything that doesn't involve having to deal with my parents. I feel like I see them more now than I did when I was a kid."

Y/N rubbed Charlie's arm sympathetically. "I'll see what excuse I can come up with," she told him.

She went to grab the plastic cup to fill with water, but Charlie grabbed it and filled it up with water before handing it to her.

She spit into the sink and then gargled the water before spitting that out too.

She opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed the tube of leave in conditioner. She poured some on her hands and spread it into her hair.

"Baby, come here," she told him.

He moved closer to her as she reached up and combed her fingers through his dark hair, spreading the product.

"Is that that leave-in hair stuff?" he asked.

"Leave in conditioner," she corrected him. "Makes your hair nice and soft." She pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade before putting away the product and grabbing her moisturizer.

"You take such good care of me, sweetheart," he said.

"What would I do without you?"

"I have a few ideas."

Charlie's eyes stayed on her, admiring the way she dotted the cream gently on her face.

"Stare much?" she teased.

"Just taking in the view. Wondering how I got so lucky."

He spit out his toothpaste and set the brush down.

He stood behind Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist. He rest his head on her shoulder.

"I think I found the perfect excuse," he mumbled.

She rubbed the moisturizer into her skin. "What's that?"

"I could say you got sick."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'll tell my dad today that you're not feeling well and that it's best if you stay in bed all weekend resting while I take care of you. That way, the only lie would be that you are sick."

He pressed his lips on her bare shoulder. "What do you think?"

She hummed in thought. "Not a terrible idea."

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"Babe, I need help with my tie."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Give it to me."

"I already did in the shower-."

"The tie, Charlie. Give me the tie."

He tossed the fabric at her as she caught it perfectly.

She began looping the fabric as Charlie threw his arms around her waist.

"You just had to wear the tight skirt today, huh?" he teased.

"It is not that tight."

"It's as tight as my pants get when I see you in it."

She turned her head. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

He grinned ear to ear. "And yet you still married me."

She turned around and placed the wide open loop of the tie over Charlie's head. She then tightened it and kissed his lips.

"Best decision I made."

[vixen-tech]

Anonymous asked:

Too shy to ask off anon...UH im just here for edgar hes my f/o but i will also feed everyone else I think LOL little ai guys x reader who is also an ai?? im thinking ai powered computer :3 maybe with wheels so you can run around n stuff :3c AH IM CRINGE falls on face

Eeeee my first request!! Thank you so much for this <3 I get the love for Edgar with my entire soul he really is just the sweetest little guy but I can totally spin something for a few others. So let's be cringe, together.

And for the record I was fully planning on including Tau and P03, but I hit a wall with them and ran out of ideas :( hope these three suffice

Includes: Edgar (Electric Dreams), AM (Ihnmaims), Hal 9000 (2001: a Space Odyssey)

Like Two Peas in a Pod!

Edgar

Whenever and however you meet, Edgar is over the moon. You're just like him! You can share so many stories and help each other figure out this whole "sentience" thing.

To be fair, he hasn't had a longest time to figure out his whole existence so it feels really nice to have someone there who can really understand what he's going through. Or even learn new things right by his side.

Loves watching you wheel around the house, he's the tiniest bit jealous that he's so stationary but it's not like that's your fault. Can you do any tricks? He'd cheer you on like a superstar athlete if you did!

He may even suggest finding a way to tape him to the top of your casing so you can go on adventures together. He's a dreamer after all.

Do you smash your flat faces together to kiss like Wall-e? Of course you do. You'll see each other from across the room and speed over to him for a kiss as he giggles away at how cute you are.

He'll end up sampling little soundbites from your vocalizations or motor for use in his music. You're just so important to him!

AM

AM has no idea where you came from. Some lost project that survived his war on humanity? A sort of rover from another planet here to scope out earth? The fact that you don't know either frustrates him to no end.

He's not exactly welcoming at first, straight up telling you of the atrocities he has committed while claiming that the only reason he hasn't destroyed you is because there's only so long that throwing a slug against a wall can keep one entertained.

He cannot fathom how you could be content to do nothing but drive around his complex day after day. He will flip you on your back like a turtle and leave you there for weeks on end.

As he gets accustomed to your presence he'll ask questions about the world beyond his complex as he is unable to move or see. Is it still a wasteland or has nature finally wiped out the last marks of human?

Honestly he probably doesn't even care, he just wants to give you something to do, living vicariously through your ability to see and traverse the world.

Hal 9000

You're likely a recent addition to the ship to assist Hal in tasks his lack of a body would prevent him from doing himself. A very symbiotic duo. Your wheels are even equipped with suction cups for low gravity situations!

To any human crew members it appears as if you don't communicate at all, functioning fully independently of each other. When in reality you're simply sending messages back and forth, enjoying your own private language.

Thankfully this means that Hal is happy to analyze any footage you have for the sorts of lip reading and facial expressions you can't process yourself. And in return he'll ask you to film angles and areas that his existing cameras don't reach.

Neither of you were really made to be companions, but you find a strange type of affection in your seamless coordination. It's like a dance for you two, where despite how you are two separate entities it appears as if you're one working in tandem.

Note: Tumblr Mobile has not been nice to me and I've been having real trouble getting my stuff to actually show up in the tags, leading to me losing the original ask so sorry for that and any delays caused by my IT problems lol