#their faces are just so beautiful in the context of one another

[tadgher]

I would give hiccups other leg (badum tiss) for a Snotlout and make reader meet-cute

not entirely sure of the premise, maybe Snotlout doing something dumb to impress the reader but unlike his usual attempts at impressing people it WORKS for once lmao

If you’re up for it of course!

Added context:You are a new member to the island of Berk, you are a cousin of Astrid and are going to be staying with her and her family from now on.

Also added context…it’s half 3 in the morning, my writing may be kinda ass

“…and here is Berk training academy, it used to be used for VERY different reasons but, as you know, Berk is dragon-friendly now” she grins at you, you had both missed each other dearly, not being able to see much of each other until you permanently moved here just yesterday.

“Wow Astrid, this place is beautiful, you’re lucky to have grown up here!”You remarked, taking in the true beauty of the island but, as you looked, you saw a few suspiciously human looking figures in the distance coming towards you both.

“Oh and..those..those are my friends..and Hiccup.”I chuckle at how disappointed she sounds when she says it.

“Why what’s wrong with Hiccup?”you ask, grinning, before quickly hearing a..”yeah, what’s wrong with me??”Astrid and you both begin to laugh as you examine each person now stood next to ye both.

There was a larger guy with blond hair and a brown coat, a boy and a girl that looked like they could be twins-with drooped faces and plaits, the guy who seemed to be the ‘Hiccup’ guy-he had ruffled brown hair and a..metal foot?Stood next to him was a shorter, brown haired guy that reeked of confidence..

“There’s not too much wrong with ya’ don’t worry!”Astrid smiles, giving hiccup a peck on the cheek and bumping against him. “So guys, this is y/n, he is my cousin and he’s gonna be a new member of the group now so…be nice, or I’ll fuckin’ kill ya”she glares at them all.

You lock eyes with Hiccup before saying “I’m sure it won’t happen..don’t worry”

You then watch as the others break into their own small duos and talk, but you quickly notice the smaller of the bunch is quickly approaching you.

“Hey handsome…”he smirks, kissing your hand and gazing up at me seductively “I’m snotlout, pleasure to meet you y/n” you feel heat flush across your face, mouth slightly agape, as you just kind of stare at him-looking him up and down in disbelief, he shifts awkwardly before grinning “You’re so silent because of my handsome face and muscles aren’t you?”he smirks confidently, flexing his arms and striking dumb poses.

“Uhh..yeah”

Snotlout face drops at your confession, nobody has actually agreed with him before, as his face turned a light shade of pink, he thought it would be another failed attempt at flirting, he hadn’t gotten this far now and didn’t exactly know what to do after this step. “Oh uh thank you I-well I try and-..” he murmurs as he scratches the back of neck, unsure of the next move, even more unsure now that he notified everyone was staring at them.

Astrid looks completely horrified “No y/n please!Anyone but him!I can set you up on dates with anyone else on this entire island,please!!”she hisses, but it goes in one ear and out the other as Hiccup and Astrid exchange looks.

Snotlout, not used to getting accepted, turns to Tuffnut “what the fuck do I do now..?”he half whispers, as you start to talk with Fishlegs…“uhh I don’t know, ask him on a date duh?Maybe get him a gift or something?” Tuffnut says, rolling his eyes.

“Shit you’re right..”Snotlout murmurs, as he runs towards Hiccup and yanks at his leg.

“SNOTLOUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”he shrieks, trying to pry him off as Snotlout persists and unscrews the metal leg with precision that only someone with lots of leg unscrewing experience would have.

As he takes off his hat, gets on one knee, holds one of your hands and with the other, he holds Hiccup’s leg as a token of love and simply says..

“Y/n will you make me the happiest guy in Berk?Will you…go on a date with me?”

You begin to laugh at his now awkward charm.. “sure I will ya dope”Snotlout jumps in the air and shouts “I DID IT!”

Poor Hiccup has to limp home that day as Snotlout refuses to allow him to bring his leg home, stating it’s “his token of love to y/n”

[ar-ghilas-vir-banal]

Look how into this kiss that man is. It’s like she is AIR and he is drowning. He can only have a single breath, because there’s no way this is real and there’s absolutely no way she’s coming too, but he’s in that breath.

Solas just had one of those cries and then he’s about to kiss his wife and that man looks like he’s about to die of sheer passion and they haven’t even kissed yet. Then in the other still, the way he’s just ever so softly lingering his lips against hers. Allowing a little space, savoring this. Like he’s drawing every single little millisecond into his mind. His soul.

[gemini-queen42]

pspspspspsps

A little doodle for inbetween refs <3 lumibabsworth in intent technically but read as you will.

[celuere]

this girl is poison!

pairing: cantarella x fem!reader

context: your wife just can’t get enough of you <3

cw: heavy cunnilingus, pussydrunk cantarella, squirting, overstimulation, involvement of aphrodisiacs, not proofread sob

this is so short but i just HAD to write for her.

nsfw utc, MDNI!

your wife loved creating her own little mixtures of surprises in a bottle. wether it involved poisons, sleep aid, sedatives or… aphrodisiacs.

and she loved trying them out on herself. never on you. she wouldn’t dare in her wildest dreams. of course, the poisonous ones barely affected her due to her resistance but the more… „playful“ ones on the other side…

„ca- ah-!! i-i can’t-!!“

they had a rather strong effect on her.

when you were sprawled over the sofa in front of the aquarium with your wife‘s tongue lapping up every possible fluid that she drains you of, concentrating became a bit hard. especially after your fifth orgasm, legs quivering around the matriarch‘s head as she committed herself to the sweet dish in form of your pussy before her. 

groaning. nails digging into the plush of your thighs as they keep you strictly spread open for her mouth to feast on. the purple lipstick already sticking to your inner thighs. the same thighs that were covered in your own slick from you spraying your arousal over her face.

yet she was still hungry.

but can we blame her?

the sex potion she dunked down earlier to your arrival just made it impossible for her to resist you. the moment you stepped foot into the room she was all over you. hands only getting rid of the most important stuff before shoving you butt-naked onto the sofa where her ancestors used to handle out important deals, negotiations and… assassinations.

only for cantarella fisalia to eat the living daylights of her wife out on them. the satin was soaked to the brim with your slick, just as the rest of you.

just how she likes it.

she loves the little mess she always reduces you to.

glassy eyes. smeared makeup. hands that didn’t know where to hold on. a swollen clit that was screaming for her lips to treat it to another massage.

you were so utterly perfect like this.

and the aphrodisiac seemingly worsened it. only making you seem like heaven incarnate to her. did your juices always tastes this good?

she wasn’t sure. didn’t care enough. 

all she cared about was drinking you up the like the finest liquor stored in her cellar. your cum coating the flickering tacet mark on her tongue as she quite didn’t notice the jellyfishes that started to idly float around the room.

eyes rolling into the back of your pretty head when her two thumbs spread you open for her tongue to plunge into your warmth. you didn’t even wanna know about the servants listening to the pleasured cries of the matriarch‘s wife. 

but you also didn’t care.

not when with your cum gushing over her mouth once again. what didn’t fit down her throat was now running down her chin and dripping over her beautiful tits, which you will have to clean up late of course.

with your own tongue.

don’t get fooled and think she is already done with you! she didn’t even get the chance to rub her own wet cunt over your own as if you were just a mere toy for her to get off to.

the sweetest poison inside porto-veno castle will always be you.

[deikshen]

Shen Yuan who lives his life being an absolute simp of some character from a random stallion novel—[character] is absolutely amazing! He has a harem of beauties! And also, a rich and wonderful story where he rises from the most vile and gains his power based on his efforts! If only the story had a little more worldbuilding and cool monsters, Shen Yuan would like it more. But. But there's [character] and definitely everything it's worth reading! He's smart, cunning, and strategic! And his adventures are GREAT! He faces incredible trials, and even though he collects wives as trophies, those wives are INTERESTING. The character development! The story! The harem drama!!!

So one day, Shen Yuan is just doing nothing, waiting for another update on his favorite read—it would be the last chapter!!! Finally a closure to the final dramatic arc!! And Shen Yuan hoped it would be a GOOD ENDING—, when a portal opens in his fucking apartment. After cursing, yelling, and scuttling away, a xianxia man clearly emerges. WHAT. THE. FUCK!?

The man is... what the hell? Shen Yuan thinks he knows him, in some weird way, like, maybe he's seen his face somewhere??? Any popular novel or thing that hasn't caught his attention but he KNOW is famous? What the fuck??

The xianxia man with an absolutely OP sword if he was able to open a FUCKING PORTAL THROUGH THE UNREALITY OF FICTION WHAT THE HELL looks at Shen Yuan with, first, doubt, and then, certainty.

"So, that's Shizun" says the xianxia man, grinning like a fucking nightmare cat, with many menacing teeth. "This Emperor is glad to see you again."

The only intelligent thing Shen Yuan can say is: "Who the hell are you?"

The xianxia man looks confused. He doesn't let that emotion dominate him. He advances in his room with firm steps, his dark robes billowing as he goes. He's clearly not fully human, from the red mark on his forehead, those pointy ears, those black claws...

Shen Yuan doesn't recognize a damn thing about the character. He knows he's famous, he knows it, but why can't he remember it...?

"This Emperor is Luo Binghe" he introduces himself simply, and Shen Yuan's jaw drops.

"No fucking way" is all Shen Yuan actually says, suddenly recognizing the name, and realizing why he'd never read anything more than skimmed about the character. And his sister had actively tried to get him to read it!! "You—... Luo Binghe like, the one from that danmei novel? What the fuck?"

Shen Yuan hadn't been interested at all. While Luo Binghe's character seemed minimally... intriguing... Danmei novel! He had nothing against gays, but why would he read a gay thing?? Besides, what were those relationships!! Transmigration with identity never revealed? Protagonist/Scum Villain?! Even worse, teacher/student?! Yes, Shen Yuan understood that things like age difference roleplay in fetish contexts were intriguing, he had read it in other novels, BUT STILL, it wasn't exactly a roleplay!!! One of them still believed his partner was immortal!!!

(... Shen Yuan may have read some summaries of the novel. Very superficially. Many years ago, when it was popular.)

"This Shizun recognizes me, then" Luo Binghe says, and Shen Yuan lets out an undignified horrified shriek.

"OH, NO, NO, I'M NOT YOUR SHIZUN" he moves away as quickly as he can. Luo Binghe, of course, chases after him. "I don't know what happened in your, err, world?, I don't know why you decided to appear here, but I'm not... Not..." And Shen Yuan has no idea how to explain himself. I'm not your, what? Your Shizun, your partner, your... husband?

Shen Yuan feels a chaotic chill run down his spine.

"Maybe not yet" Luo Binghe says, as if it were only natural. As if he hadn’t already opened a FUCKING PORTAL WITH HIS SWORD. Shen Yuan needs to calm down or he’ll hyperventilate. "If this Xiao Shizun meets this Emperor, perhaps this Emperor's story isn't over yet. It's when this one's story ends that Xiao Shizun will become Shizun. However, this Emperor has made sure to come first this time."

Shen Yuan... actually doesn't understand him at all.

"The story…" Shen Yuan hesitates, looking at Luo Binghe. The imposing man looks, well, obviously like a blackened ML icon, but, well. Weird. Powerful. "You... Do you know that you come from a story?"

That's disturbingly weird. Luo Binghe nods.

"This Lord has been informed" he explains simply. "Shizun, a kind Shizun, has informed this Emperor about everything. But Xiao Shizun doesn't have to worry. This Lord will be here, he will prevent Xiao Shizun's death tonight, and Xiao Shizun will come with this Emperor to his world."

Shen Yuan might be starting to get a bit of a migraine. What the... hell? What nonsense? Had interdimensional travel affected the ML's brain?

“I have no idea what you’re saying,” Shen Yuan says confusedly. "Isn’t that Shizun your husband? Why do you want to take me with you? Aren't you like, happily married?"

It's Luo Binghe's turn to be confused. Fucking confused, it seemed, judging by his expression.

"From which novel does Xiao Shizun know this Lord?" Luo Binghe asks in an even dangerous tone of voice.

Shen Yuan has no idea what the name is. What he does: he searches for Luo Binghe on the internet and hands the smartphone and the results to Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe holds the phone in absolute bewilderment, and as he reads, his expression twists into at least seven different forms of horror.

At least he doesn't break his screen with the black claws. Damn, that would have been horrible.

"This Lord understands," Luo Binghe says, his expression flat and absolutely blank. He gives the smartphone back to him and Shen Yuan quickly takes it back. "This Emperor has been wrong, again. Offering apologies."

Shen Yuan feels a little sorry for the interdimensional traveler who accidentally fell into his apartment. Okay, he hasn't read that danmei novel, but the protagonist's design is GREAT. The man also looks quite... dejected. As if the weight of the world had fallen off his shoulders.

"Oh, all right, it happens to the best too" he says, shrugging. The look Luo Binghe gives him is not reassuring. "Look, ah... I can't cook to save my life, but I ordered some stuffed baos for dinner in a nearby restaurant. They haven't left the kitchen yet, so I can order a couple more of them if you'd like to stay for dinner. It must be exhausting, you know, go through... worlds?"

Luo Binghe continues to look at him with a strange look. In fact, his gaze is getting more and more stranger.

"It would be a pleasure for this Lord" he says, raising both eyebrows. "Can this Lord get your name?"

"Shen Yuan," he says nonchalantly. He returns to his phone, grateful that his baos are still cooking and he can add more to the order. "I'll add more to the order. Err— Lord Luo prefer beef or pork?"

Luo Binghe doesn't reply. Shen Yuan adds one and one. And a few other things. Usually, he's content with a big stuffed bao, but perhaps his, uh, guest will eat more?

"Anything is fine," is Luo Binghe's reply, and Shen Yuan adds an extra order of soup and snacks as well. Ah. His order will take a while, but he hopes it will arrive in time for when the latest chapter of his favorite webnovel is uploaded.

... Although he doubts he'll be able to read it in peace if Luo-fucking-Binghe is still there. Well, he'll read it tonight, when he's already in bed.

"It may take a while" Shen Yuan says, bewildered, not knowing what to do. Ugh. He hates having visits. Does it count as visits if a fictional character basically invaded his property? Shen Yuan isn't going to go into much detail about that. "Eh, Lord Luo could... sit down? Make yourself comfortable? Make yourself at home meanwhile?"

Luo Binghe looks at him with a raised eyebrow. However, he does as Shen Yuan suggests and sits down. Shen Yuan turns his back on him, arranging the chair he knocked over and some of his mess made in the panic of seeing A FUCKING PORTAL OPENS OUT OF NOWHERE, wondering if he's finally gone completely crazy.

But it's there. Luo Binghe for some reason came to his house talking about Shizun and Xiao Shizun and knowing that he was in a story, and Shen Yuan is too confused to ask any questions. He has too many. He needs to sort out his thoughts.

"Shen Yuan looks nervous," Luo Binghe says, saying his name for the first time and almost making Shen Yuan react as if he had been stabbed. It's too much!! What the hell!? "Is this Lord intimidating to him?"

"So much for a, uh, love interest," he says, making an awkward face. "I haven't read the novel where are you from, sorry. I'm not completely familiar with... well, with how your personality can be. But... for arts and some things, I expected less, eh, intimidating, yeah."

He remembered many tears. And something about a lamb. NOT THIS.

Luo Binghe laughs. Incredibly, that's also intimidating.

"If Shen Yuan hasn't read this novel, what novels has he read?" Luo Binghe asks.

... Forty minutes later, as Shen Yuan rushes up to collect dinner from the door, he wonders how good an idea it is to completely infodump Luo Binghe about his current favourite stallion novel, And most of all, about [character], his absolute favorite protagonist. Nobody can't blame Shen Yuan!!! He... Never gets the chance to talk about his favorite things outside of the internet!! And he spoke: about the characters, their developments, he went into great depth about his complaints about the mediocre worldbuilding and the lack of interesting flora and fauna for such a vast cultivation world, but highlighted every good point in the plot. Given the ENORMOUS length of the novel, 40 minutes was just a summary!! Hardly anything!!

While they are having dinner, Luo Binghe insists on seeing [character]. He has a very intense expression when Shen Yuan runs straight to his room and comes back with one of his framed posters. What!? He's a fan, it's totally normal!! [Character] was an absolute power fantasy, a magnificent, admirable character!! Definitely!! It's normal that he has a lot of his posters! And fanmade figures! And commissioned art!! Totally normal!!!

Luo Binghe looks serious as Shen Yuan continues to talk about [character], deepening his tragic backstory, his difficult beginnings, how he had to rise through hatred and prejudice. How he discovered his heritage and power and how he achieved the glory he always deserved!!

And Luo Binghe asks many, many questions. He asks so many questions that, haha, Shen Yuan would think he was considering challenging [character] to a fight. But he- he definitely couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't, right? Well, with an OP sword like that capable of leaving its own reality, who knows!!

Dinner drags on because Shen Yuan talks too much. When it's finally over, he's actually not sure he wants to leave the poor love interest from that danmei novel adrift. Yes, he can go... But Shen Yuan isn't sure he's safe! He still looks very tired! He probably needs a good night's sleep! Besides, he ate too much! Crossing worlds on a full stomach might be bad for him!

Shen Yuan then prepares the guest bed and offers it to him. Usually, his Da-ge or Er-ge usually stays, or his Meimei, so the room is clean and suitable, and only when Shen Yuan is left alone after the long night does he notice that there is an notification that he had been waiting for on his smartphone.

YES! THE UPDATE!! Shen Yuan doesn't even make it to bed. He throws himself onto the sofa and quickly opens the door to read.

... Thirty minutes later, he's choking on rage. WHAT THE HELL? WHAT HAPPY ENDING WAS THAT? THE STALLION PROTAGONIST SIMPLY DECIDING, AFTER A LONG CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ARC OF ANOTHER UNNECESSARY NPC, THAT NOTHING MADE HIM HAPPY? LOCKING HIMSELF IN HIS PALACE AND SINKING WITH IT? WHAT WAS THAT? AND WHY?

Dumbfu—

Shen Yuan catches a glimpse of blue light at the edge of his eye before something catches him, repositioning him so he can breathe deeply without choking on his breath. The thing holding him up is, of course, the only other living thing in his apartment—a danmei character who helps him take a deep breath even with tears in the corners of his eyes, swallowing a little water, making him realize how choked he really had been.

"Is Shen Yuan alright?" Luo Binghe asks.

And all Shen Yuan can say, barely able to breathe on his own, is: "WHAT KIND OF CRAPPY ENDING IS THAT?"

Luo Binghe's gaze does not look surprised.

"Shen Yuan must be very upset" he says, as if this is nothing new. "So angry. Enough to choke on rage."

Shen Yuan pouts a little embarrassed. Oh, well. What does it matter?

"It really is a bad ending" he complains, and tells him.

In the end, Luo Binghe agrees that it's a shitty ending. Luo Binghe proves genuinely interested in hearing Shen Yuan's opinions, but also in providing solutions and arguments. He's a fun person to talk to. They talk about better endings, how the protagonist's emptiness could have been fixed, and how sometimes a single bond could be enough instead of a harem, until Shen Yuan starts yawning.

When Shen Yuan falls asleep that night, for the first time, even surrounded by posters and pictures of his favorite character, he is not thinking of him, but of Luo Binghe.

(In the morning, Shen Yuan will be given a breakfast that Luo Binghe made—the most exquisite thing in the absolute fucking world—and will try to talking about all that other world stuff, about how he had made a mistake again, or Shizun and Xiao Shizun thing. Luo Binghe evades his questions very well and always makes an excuse to stay longer and longer as the days go by, his novel guest basically takes over his kitchen, takes the guest room hostage, and takes the control about the cleanliness and order of the apartment. Shen Yuan worries a little, after all, isn't Luo Binghe very peaceful here away from that husband of his? Didn't the internet say their relationship was very codependent? What is he missing out on there?

... And why does he notice more and more of his favorite character's merch missing every day? Binghe has been cleaning, yes, but why would he take his stuff away!?)

[et6rnalsun]

accidentally walking in on bff!matt while he’s changing..

oh, you were so pissed off. so incredibly pissed off.

you couldn't believe how chris had the fucking audacity to throw away your lashes, despite you repeatedly telling him to be careful, and to keep them on their table until you came back to get them. your favorite pair, too.

it wasn't uncommon for you to stay at their house to sleep, and that you left pieces of your things around like an incomplete puzzle, which will probably remain so. but never, never in the fuckin history of your friendship, one of the three had lost or just thrown away something of yours. and when it happened to your beloved eyelashes, you knew for sure that you would have loved to commit a murder.

the wheels in your head were spinning non-stop in the evil creation of a plan against chris, all while you were walking briskly towards matt's room.

“i think it’s time for you to beat chris’s ass every fuckin’ day” you said with a huff escaping your glossy lips, opening his door — swinging it fully — without even glancing inside before doing so. only when you looked up you realized the fact that the boy was half naked in front of you. damn.

you stopped working for a few seconds too long, looking stupid in matt's eyes who was simply trying to change. your mouth wide open, a light shade of red dusting your cheeks as if a wave of freezing cold had passed through your soft skin like a caress, but in reality it was just the embarrassment of having caught your best friend in such a state.

his dark hair looked even thicker when wet, dripping from a shower you could tell he'd just taken. he was holding a t-shirt in his hands that he hadn't had time to put on, in fact, his chest was completely exposed to your eyes that betrayed your desire to just disappear from earth — traveling all over his body as if you were waiting for nothing else. his tattooed arm seemed even more beautiful in that context, and you found yourself sighing as you searched for something to say.

the gray sweatpants that were pulled down low enough to show the elastic of his calvin klein underwear, a v-line that you would love to touch with your tongue— "i'm sorry" you cleared your throat, fighting the urge to slap yourself.

his reaction surprised you, as he simply chuckled and finally put that shirt on. "what were you saying ‘bout chris?" matt quickly changed the subject, tilting his head as he looked at you intently. you shrugged in response, the urge to kill his brother suddenly gone. christ, you were too embarrassed to even breathe at that moment.

matt seemed to notice, and leaned in slightly as a smirk tugged at the corners of his pink lips. "don't tell me you're suddenly shy" he taunted, tortured you just for the fun of it. "you've only seen me shirtless, you haven't ended up in my sheets just yet" he added, making your eyes widen as your hand automatically moved to slap his chest. covered.

"shut up. you better shut up or chris won't be the only one to die today"

"i just have to undress and you'll change your mind—” another slap. in the face.

[fawnnlvr]

model | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x model!reader

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author's note: small small 1k words drabble that has been on my mind for a long time and i feel like it should he shared with the world. inspired by the middle photo because it genuinely haunts me in my dreams in a good way.

"Come on pretty boy, smile for me." you softly spoke as you stared down at your boyfriend, a camera right beside your face as your finger hovered over the top button.

Spencer's hands rested on your hips as they steadied your stance. He sat on the couch as you straddled him, legs on either side of his body, locking him in place.

He would be lying if he said it was a wonder how he got in that position, but due to his memory, he remembered it clearly. His curious nature of needing to know everything had gotten him in that position, forcefully might he add.

Being the partner of a model, he should have expected that you would own a variety of cameras to capture your beauty. He innocently picked one up and started to snap a few candid photos as you and him went on a book date. The two of you messed around with the camera, snapping photos of each other in silly poses. One thing had led to another and Spencer found himself under your powerful, sultry gaze.

"You can't force me to model for you." he laughed, thinking this entire idea of you photographing him like he was a model to be absurd.

"You, my pretty boy, are a model in my eyes and I want to capture you with my lens."

"This was supposed to be your photoshoot." this entire thing began simply because he liked taking photos of you— to preserve all the moments he had with you. He isn't the type have his photos taken and he was fine with that idea because in his eyes, you are the star— his star.

"I'm a model. I've had many photoshoots in my lifetime so now its time for the student to become the master."

"That isn't how the saying goes nor is this the right context—" he was silenced by your manicured finger finding its way to his lips, successfully shutting it.

You moved the camera from your face to look at him, "Come on. No one will see these photos, but us." he still looked a little reluctant so you sighed and moved closer, your lips to his ear, "We can take a little more private photos if you want to later. A little boudoir—"

His breathing became uneven as you felt him swallow. His grip became slightly more stronger on his hips as he stared up at you, the pupils of his eyes increasing.

"Just for you." you used a free hand to caress his jaw. Just for him. Only for his eyes to see.

"S-so, what's the theme for this photoshoot?"

"A handsome man who loves his girlfriend?" you tilted your head as you suggested a theme that barely needed any acting and just his face.

"Very doable."

"Great. This camera is a sort of one and done so we need to be very selective on the positions." your hand stayed on his jaw, a thumb to his cheek as you tilted his head to be in the perfect position for the camera to catch him from above.

Spencer leaned into your warm touch, "I feel nervous looking into the camera."

"Look at me then," he stared at you through his eyelashes as he leaned his head into the palm of your hand, "there we go."

He looked like a lovesick puppy from that position. Staring up at you from behind the camera with these cloudy dazed eyes. Looking at you as if you were his world and he couldn't believe you were his and he was yours.

Snap!

The polaroid made noise as the mechanical engineering inside of it had colorized and printed the photo. A few seconds later and the photo was already rising from the top.

Spencer raised his hand and placed it on top of yours that rested on his face. Using his free hand, he grabbed the photo from the camera and placed it off to the side to complete.

"That will be mine. We can take two." you told him, already cheesing at the sight in front of you as well as unsure how you would be able to handle your hot boyfriend in this position forever preserved in a photo.

"Same position?" Spencer asked as the camera was already in place to snap another photo.

"You have more artistic direction. Whatever suits your boat."

"It's float your boat, but I do have a small idea." He used a hand to guide yours from the higher side of his face to the lower. Your thumb slid from his cheek to his soft lips, tracing the small traces of your lipgloss. His lips slightly parted and his hand that was one yours had let go before it found its place on your waist.

Your felt your thumb slowly go further in and Spencer kept eye contact as he brought his lips into a circle to slowly suck the tip of your thumb. Tilting his head just slightly up, you swore you saw an angel.

An unsteady breath escaped your mouth as you felt your stomach tense, "I feel like I should pray to the heavens for blessing me with this sight."

Spencer tried to suppress his smile for the sake of the photo, but it was obvious in the ways his eyes crinkled and the way he was staring into the camera lens as if he was staring into your soul.

You hurried to snap the photo, afraid that a moment like this could slip away and you wouldn't be able to remember the full details or relive it to its fullest. As soon as the camera finished capturing the scene, you gently placed it down on the table beside the ends of your couch before pulling Spencer in for a kiss.

Hands in his hair, softly tugging it and pulling him closer, letting your lipstick paint his lips, nose, cheeks and all over his face.

It was going to be a long night.

[sevikataster]

gf!sevika headcanons :3

(hi tiktok moots i miss u all)

after a long day of working for silco, she comes home to find her significant other sprawled out on their shared bed. this is what sevika looks forward to every single day she has to leave early in the morning. “sweet thing.”

she 100% finds comfort in playing with her significant others hair. whether they have long or short hair, you can always find her fingers running through it.

sevika’s mind doesn’t stray far from her girlfriend. it doesn’t matter if she’s out at The Last Drop, gambling away her stress. or if she’s out on a mission for silco. her mind always drifts back to you. her sweet girl.

though she doesn’t have all the money in the world, she tries her best to buy you things that she’d think you’d love.

if she can’t buy you something, she’ll recreate it with her own materials. she loves seeing your face light up.

she snores. loudly. but you don’t mind, you know she needs rest. she barely sleeps as it is.

she has an incredible spice tolerance. like it’s insane, really. sometimes she’ll even put some spices into your food, forgetting that not everyone has a spice tolerance as good as hers. “oh, i am so sorry baby, let me help you.”

if she comes home with a gift, she play it off as no big deal! she could easily find another one of these things laying around. (she can’t, and she won’t.)

she worships your body, she cannot get enough of it. not in a sexual context, either. sometimes, she’ll just lay there and take in the beauty of her girlfriend’s body.

[helaintoloki]

hello, I would like to make a request, a story based on the last episode of yours, Five talking to another Five in the final conversation and they talk about his wife and Canon Five doesn't have one, thanks if you want

a/n: i absolutely loved writing this ty for sending this in ! <3

warnings: language, slight angst, spoilers

summary: Five discovers his missing piece

When Five stumbled into Max’s and came across an entire diner full of alternate versions of himself, about a million different questions raced through his mind. However, the most pressing issue he found himself wanting to address was the context behind the lovingly placed portrait of a woman on the wall.

“Who’s the girl?” He asks his counterpart, his eyes remaining glued to the painting. The woman’s smile was gentle, her eyes kind, and her face the most beautiful he’d ever seen. He almost felt drawn to it in a way, as if there was some type of magnetic pull gravitating his focus to her and only her. It was like seeing a ghost or a familiar face from a dream that you’re not quite able to place.

“Don’t you recognize her?” The other Five retorts perplexed, confusion clearly etched on his features. “That’s y/n.”

“Can’t say I’m familiar,” the Boy confesses with an apologetic sigh as he finally pulls his attention away from the painting and sets it back to the Five in front of him.

“No wonder you’re such a mess,” server Five notes with a diverted smile as he tops off their coffee. Calling over his shoulder, he announces to all Fives, “The poor bastard doesn’t have a y/n.”

Murmurs of surprise and astonished laughter fill the cafe at the news, prompting Five’s face to heat in embarrassment at being the butt of a joke he has no grasp of. What do these Fives know that he doesn’t?

“Could you please be so kind as to fill me in on who this y/n is,” he requests agitatedly through gritted teeth. Reaching into his pocket, his counterpart pulls out a weathered photograph and slides it across the table for Five to see.

“Y/n is the missing piece that completes every Five. We all meet her in different ways at different points of our lives, but every time she manages to anchor us back down to earth. Y/n is the glue that holds us together when everything goes to shit. She believes in us, sees the humanity in us despite the horrors we’ve seen and the atrocities we’ve committed. She gives us unconditional love even when we think we don’t need it, when we think it couldn’t possibly exist.”

As Fives look down at the photo before him, he sees himself- or rather, another version of himself- enveloping y/n in his arms. They stand in front of a beautiful home with a picket white fence and a garden full of flowers smiling with pure bliss. It’s clear that the woman loved this version of him by the adoring look in her eyes, and it’s even clearer that she meant everything to the Five sitting across from him.

“She means something different to each of us, but I was one of the Five’s lucky enough to make her my wife,” his companion notes with an evocative smile. “That photo was taken on our honeymoon.

“Where is she now?” Five asks somberly after handing back the photograph.

“Dead,” he replies quietly, releasing a mournful sigh as he sinks back into the booth. “Lost her in an accident while I was trying to stop the apocalypse for a third time. That’s when I decided it was time to hang in the towel.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“We had a good run together, I wouldn’t change any of it,” the replica admits with a reminiscent smile. He takes another look at the photo, committing it to memory before handing it back to Five. “I think you need this more than I do. You may not have had the chance to know your y/n, but judging by the look on your face when you spotted the portrait I have a good feeling you would have loved her just the same.”

Gingerly taking the photograph back, Five stops to admire her gentle features and adoring smile before tucking it safely into the pocket of his suit. “Thank you.”

“You know what you have to do to fix the timelines,” the other Five firmly instructs him. “Just promise me you’ll do by right by my wife. She deserves a safe timeline to live in, one where she can grow old and be happy.”

Rising from his seat at the booth, Five takes one last longing look at the portrait on the wall before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him.

“You have my word.”

[oh-no-its-bird]

It is simply an undeniable, inevitable fact of life that if you are placed on the same team as Hatake Kakashi; you will eventually get some form of crush on him.

For the lucky ones, it only lasts a few minutes before they remember themselves (and their standards.) For the unluckier ones, it can go on for much, much longer than that.

Anyways the point of this is: Team Ro individually crushing on Kakashi as they grow up. I think it's fun to think about

Itachi got it the worst, 12 years old and given this untouchable authority figure somewhat within his age range. A safe space among the ANBU, another baby genius who gets it— gets the pressure, gets being different, even gets being looked at with suspicion (for Itachi, as an Uchiha. For Kakashi, as the White Fang's son and Friend Killer Kakashi)

Luckily enough for him, this crush only lasted like a month. Or at least it only got that far before he learned how to hide it better (and, of course, he then had bigger things to think about than a silly childhood crush)

Shisui was certainly the loudest about his, with the passive sort of on and off crush you'd expect a 15 year old kid to get on his cool senior. He's not exactly good at hiding it, and honestly possibly doesn't espexially care to. It's embaressing but also, have you seen Kakashi in action? Shisui won't apologize for his tastes!

Shisui is the kind of guy to have a few different crushes in a few different people at a time— maybe if one of them actually looked back at him, he'd form a genuine crush but till then he's just kinda looking respectfully and sighing wistfully about how cool and strong they are

Tenzo certainly got it the worst, rocking a years long crush on his personal hero that's only managed to fade a little in recent years as an adult (usually when he's faced with Kakashi being a deliberate bastard in his general direction)

But like. Kakashi being his personal hero, an untouchable figure when he's a kid that slowly grows into a real home and safe space/person— feeling more and more real to Tenzo with each passing year

Tbh, specifically Itachi having a crush on Kakashi as a kid is the funniest thing to me. It's not reciprocated to be clear, Itachi was like 11 when Kakashi was like 17 and it was a silly, kiddie, puppy crush of "my captain is so cool..." where Itachi himself probably didn't even have the full context for what he was feeling.

But like, specifically from the angle of them both in their 20's and Sasuke learning that, as a kid, his awful evil genocidal brother had a crush on... HIS teacher????!?!?? What the FUCK.

Funniest thing in the world. Kakashi is 2 for 3 of the living Uchiha's having a childhood crush on him and that's beautiful to me. You go king!

Anyways actually, idea for the WORST conversation ever (aka the funniest thing:)

Tenzo for some reason being a temporary prisoner of the Akatsuki, and Itachi standing guard. And Itachi very awkwardly asks about Kakashi. And what proceeds is the most painful

"...do you still have a crush on him?"

"No. (yes) Do you?"

"No. (Yes.)"

-type conversation EVER. Tenzo can not believe this bastards balls actually. Get the FUCK away from his senpai.

Actually: horrible alternative, that exact situation but with Sasuke. Itachi has him captured and, very much not wanting to talk about the elephant in the room, blurts out the first thing he can think about: How is Kakashi doing?

Sasuke, who hasn't interacted w Kakashi since declaring he wanted to kill him: ?????

Sasuke is coming out of this conversation going "god fucking dammit Itachi is EVERYONE more important to you than me !?!??"

Later Sasuke runs into Kakashi and screams something about hating him and that hoping Itachi's nasty ass crush on him means Itachi will kill him next so Sasuke doesn't have to dirty his own hands

Kakashi, who was completley unaware that Itachi had ever had a crush on him and is not enjoying this new knowledge: ????

Tenzo who already knew and is somehow enjoying this knowledge even less than Kakashi is: ...

In general tbh I wish we'd gotten more team Ro interactions as adults, I think there's so much potential there. Tenzo, Kakashi and Itachi were around eachother for what was arguably some of the most vulnerable times of their lives, for multiple years. That must have left some sort of mark ??

And I mean, we so get to see the lasting impact via Tenzo and Kakashi's friendship but come on!!! How does Itachi play into that equasion!! I know he has to somehow!

Anyways yeah: Kakashi following in his dads sexyman footsteps without even realizing it,,, it delights me to think about.

[artstennisracket]

dilf!Art with a lil belly after he retires…he gets a new lil gf and UGH just the way he fucks is so gentle and goooood. He spends so much time trying to please you, and when you want to please him he gets soooo into it, moaning and whimpering, PRAISING YOU

dilf!art with a lil belly will always have a place in my heart🙂‍↕️ he’s so cute just enjoying being retired but also dicking you down so good hehe. wasn’t sure if this was meant to be a request so im just gonna cover all the bases and make jt a request lololol i hope you like it :)

why tf am I always adding unnecessary context wtf just get to the smut mel🙄

dilf art x fem reader

cw: nsfw (18+)

You still couldn’t really believe you were dating Art Donaldson. Sure you had just graduated college so you were an adult but he was still so much older so you thought he’d never go for someone your age.

It was all thanks to that fateful night at the very fancy cocktail bar you went to with your friends to celebrate your graduation. He had sent you a drink, another one of whatever you were already drinking. When you ask the waiter who sent it, he points to a blonde man sitting on the opposite side of the bar.

You vaguely recognize him but can’t quite put your finger on it. But your friends convince you to go talk to him so you do. The conversation goes something along the lines of

“you’re very beautiful, celebrating something tonight?” Art asks.

To which you respond “my college graduation.”

Art lets out a huff saying “jesus fucking christ,” under his breath.

“what?” You giggle.

“you’re— you’re too young for me.” He says definitively, but the half smile of his face is betraying the words he just said.

One thing leads to another and now you’ve been dating for 3 months.

Art is very different from any other guy you’ve ever dated. At first you think maybe it’s just because he’s older, but the more you get to know each other the more realize it’s just who Art is.

He’s very gentle and kind. He’s so attentive, remembers all the little things about you. Makes sure that every time you go out to eat, the restaurant knows your food allergies before you get there. Anytime you mention any little thing that you’re remotely interested in or want to buy for yourself he always remembers.

You mentioned once how you’d love to get more into the fashion space so you can develop your career in fashion marketing, and next time new york fashion week rolls around you have front row seats to all your favorite brands.

You mentioned once how the lululemon jacket you wanted had been sold out in your size for months. Two days later it shows up at the front door of your apartment.

There were also subtle displays of dominance that weren’t even meant to be sexy but were just such a turn on for you. He paid for everything. It was never a question or an awkward “do you wanna split it?” type of conversation. Most times he didn’t even let the bill come to the table. He would say he has to use the bathroom and meet the server so he could pay the bill discreetly. This way you never saw the bill, and you never felt rushed by a server bringing a bill unprompted.

Everytime you guys travel anywhere he makes sure to be the one carrying your bag, or rolling your suitcase alongside his own.

He took care of you in ways you’ve never been taken care of before, the intimacy was just the cherry on top.

There were times where he was more dominant, taking control, manhandling you into different positions without asking. Really fucking into you, with bruising, punishing, strokes. Whispering things into your ear like “this pussy is mine” and “don’t try to run away now, isn’t this what you wanted?”

But other times he would be in a really soft and sappy mood which led him more to “making love”. Like today. He was a feeling a little insecure recently due to the weight he’s been gaining post retirement.

You were sitting up against the headboard while Art laid next to you. You scrolled on your phone with hand, the other hand softly running through Art’s hair.

You could tell he was feeling off so you ask, “hey, feeling okay?”

He nods with a sigh, “yeah I just- does my stomach look like, bigger?”

You direct your gaze to his naked torso. He likes to sleep in his briefs only. His abs weren’t as prominent as when you met him and he did have a little bit of a tummy but you thought it was cute. You move your hair from his hair to rub his tummy.

“your tummy looks perfect,” You say smiling towards him.

He groans shaking his head no. He moves so that his head is on your lap and his arms are around your waist. “you’re just saying that, but I guess we all can’t be supermodels like you,” He says before he blows a raspberry on your stomach where your pajama shirt had ridden up.

You giggle moving a hand to his hair quickly to pull him away. You were incredibly ticklish. “im serious,” you say a little out of breath, “i think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

He looks up at you with a small smile on his face. He starts slowly kissing down your abdomen and continues kissing over your panties as he makes his way down.

Eventually he laying on his stomach situated between your legs. He licks over your folds through your panties which elicits a small gasp from you, “ah-Art.”

He smirks before moving your panties to the side and really diving in. He kitten licks at your clit, keeping eye contact.

You keep a hand in his hair, pulling occasionally when it feels really good. He sucks on your clit lightly before he starts going to town. Licking your folds, lapping at your clit, not forgetting to fuck his tongue into your wet hole lapping up all your juices. You keep your grip on his hair as moans continue to fall out of your mouth.

He sticks two fingers in. Pumping in and out while simultaneously licking and sucking at your clit. It doesn’t take much longer until you finish with a “oh fuck Art, i’m gonna— gonna cum fuck fuck,” pulling on his hair harder.

He cleans you up using his tongue, making sure not to miss a single drop. He sits up smiling and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. You pull him in for a kiss, your tongues roaming each other’s mouths.

You bite his bottom lip pulling away smirking, “now it’s your turn.”

You push him down on the bed so he’s lying on his back. You pull down his boxers with haste and he’s already hard from eating you out.

“no baby you don’t have to do that, just like making you feel goo—holy fuck,” Art groans as you swallow him down.

He holds your hair out of your face, always so considerate. You can tell he’s trying really hard to hold back to you pull off to say, “don’t hold back, wanna hear you,” then you go back down to lick up his shaft before sucking on his tip.

He groans bucking up into your mouth,

“feels so good baby, oh my fuck. please—please keep going shit.”

You choke a little trying not to gag, sucking hard while moving up and down his length.

“you’re doing so good for me, look so pretty with my dick in your mouth fuck,” Art whines.

He continues looking down at his cock going in and out of your mouth, your plush lips wrapped around his cock, “baby i’m so fucking close— don’t stop, fuck, please-“

But you pull off instantly, you don’t want him to cum just yet. You sit up looking at him with a slight pout on your face, “but I want you to fuck me.”

Art bites his lip, letting a deep breath out through his nose, “whatever you want sweetheart, gonna give you the world.”

He lays you down gently, lining up in between your legs, before pressing himself into you slowly. His presses kisses along the length of your neck and gently nibbles on your ear. He whispers, “you are so fucking tight jesus christ, squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”

He continues with his moderate pace, making sure to take his time with his longer more sensual strokes, “fuck baby,” he whines.

You let out a long whine initially and then a moan everytime he bottoms out, “feels so good, fucking me so good.”

“ah- ah just wanna make you feel good baby,” He moans out.

You can tell by how much he’s moaning and whimpering above you that he’s already close. He starts rambling, “please fuck baby please can I cum inside you? feel so good, fuck, just wanna make you feel good, your pussy is so fucking tight baby, so good, please baby i just— “

You cut him off using one hand to hold the side of his face making sure to keep eye contact, “of course you can, cum inside me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

He groans closing his eyes and moving his forehead to rest on your shoulder before he speeds up his last couple of thrusts, coming deep inside you.

His fucks you through his orgasm before pulling out slowly. He usually loves watching his cum drip out of you but this time you say, “i think you’re gonna have to clean up the mess you made.”

And Art is never one to say no to eating you out, no matter how many times a day it is.

[fleurfiles]

Caitlyn x reader w misunderstanding trope we are having dinner with her parents at the manor and excuse ourselves to go to the bathroom or something and as we’re walking back to the dining room we overhear Caitlyn say “no it’s not like that, I don’t see her like that” and we think she’s saying that she doesn’t see us as a partner/gf but what we didn’t hear was what Cassandra had said “You shouldn’t play with her feelings, she isn’t like the other girls you’ve snuck in before, before all else she’s your friend treat her heart kindly” so Caitlyn was in reality reassuring her mother that she truly loves us, that she doesn’t see us as one of her flings maybe she clears it up when we can’t sleep and tell her what’s bothering us

NOT LIKE THE OTHERS

contents. caitlyn kiramman 𝑥 fem!reader

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gabi’s quick thoughts. eek this is so cute i love love love

dinner at the kirammans was always going to be a little nerve-wracking. not because you weren’t used to formality– you could easily handle the pristine silverware placement and cloth napkins and saying “thank you” like your life depended on it– but because it was them. caitlyn’s parents. cassandra and tobias kiramman, with their polished gazes and quiet, pointed smiles that made you feel like you were being interviewed even when they were being kind.

caitlyn had held your hand on the way in. had told you you looked beautiful– no, it was much stronger than that– she had told you that you looked radiant, and had kissed your cheek like she meant it. she’d pulled out your chair before sitting next to you, knees brushing under the table, her fingers dancing across your skin when no one was paying attention.

it had been fine, for the most part. awkward small talk, compliments on your schooling and your ‘poise,’ but nothing unmanageable. you were starting to relax, laughing at something tobias said, brushing your foot against caitlyn’s beneath the table like you’d done a thousand times before. feeling seen. safe.

and then, maybe an hour in, the wine starting to lull everyone into softness, you’d excused yourself to the bathroom. just for a second– but on your way back, the contents of the conversation which you had excused yourself from caught your attention. you hadn’t even meant to eavesdrop, but you were rounding the corner back to the dining room when you heard her voice, and you felt the need to listen in.

it wasn’t everyday that cait outwardly expressed how she felt about you– or anyone, for that matter. but when given the opportunity, you were always going to tune in to what she had to say, and even if it wasn’t directed at you now, you felt the undying urge to figure it out.

“no, it’s not like that,” caitlyn said, and you felt your pulse quicken. you must’ve not heard the beginning of the conversation, because there was no possible way that she could’ve been talking about you. all the nights you shared, sneaking out to sightsee piltover or the sleepovers you had, staying up late to bake and share secrets– or the days you spent on the phone just talking and enjoying each other’s company, it was way more than just platonic feelings. 

“i don’t see her like that.”

your heart dropped, and everything else dulled. you didn’t hear cassandra, or the context of what was being said before or after that comment. all you did know was that you were hurt, and you were done with listening to whatever else the conversation held, because just that one sentence echoed in your mind like it had been carved into you. i don’t see her like that.

your hand gripped the doorway. you stood there for another breath, maybe two, before you decided to just turn back. quietly, slowly, you ducked into the nearest hallway and tried to collect your face into something neutral to avoid ruining the evening for everyone else– but your heart was literally racing. your eyes burned with tears, but you blinked them down and pressed your palms into your thighs, practicing your smile in the dim reflection of a window pane.

when you returned, nothing had changed. the candles were still flickering. more wine was still being poured. caitlyn looked up and smiled at you, and you tried to return it, but your throat had closed up and your lips didn’t dare to move.

you somehow made it through dessert and more idle conversation, though you’re not really sure how. you laughed when you needed to, nodded when it was expected, and said ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘no ma’am,’ when cassandra would try to offer you something. caitlyn reached for your hand once under the table and you almost didn’t let her take it, but you weren’t that strong. she may not have felt the same way, but deep down, your feelings still remained.

it was stupid. it was so stupid, but your mind wouldn’t stop playing it back. i don’t see her like that. the words sat heavy in your chest, sticky and bitter, coloring everything else.

you didn’t sleep.

you stayed curled up in the guest bed they’d set up for you, caitlyn still in her room down the hall. you could hear the wind outside the window, hurling throughout the bare trees that lay victim to winter, and you resonated with them. you felt bare and exposed, like the entire ‘thing’ you had going on with cait was only raw for you. like she had been masking, meanwhile, your guard was already down.

you tried to fall asleep, you really did, but it only resulted in constant tossing and turning. it was gnawing at you, that sinking feeling that maybe this had all been one of cait’s little games– and maybe you were just something temporary. a distraction. another girl caitlyn had brought home to appease her parents and to fulfill some short-lived need, but nothing more. 

you hated how much it hurt. how much you’d let yourself feel. you had something so deep for cait that you almost let yourself believe that she still had it, too. but according to whatever she told mrs. kiramman at dinner, there was nothing there. she didn’t have an ounce of feelings for you.

though you tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, around midnight, you finally gave up. you sat up and stood out of bed, reaching over to the dresser to grab and pull on your sweater before making your wait to caitlyn’s room, bare feet against the cold wooden floor as you crept out. you knocked on her door gently and waited, unsure if she was awake, or if you even wanted her to be. 

she opened the door almost immediately, like she’d been expecting you to come, or maybe she was just hoping that you would. 

“you okay?” her voice was soft, and her dark blue hair was mussed like she’d been running fingers through it. she was in a long sleeve and shorts, barefoot, like you.

you nodded, “can i… come in?”

“of course.”

you stepped inside and she closed the door behind you. the both of you were swallowed by an awkward silence, which was rare– considering you were always so comfortable around each other. but a different feeling came about tonight. you wondered if cait knew that you had heard what she said, but it wouldn’t be like her to apologize this late after it happened.

you didn’t say anything at first, mostly out of embarrassment mixed with fear. you just stood there, arms crossed, staring at the edge of her rug and counting the amount of frays on the side before she finally spoke up. she walked closer to you, more careful this time, “you’re upset.”

you shook your head, biting your lip, “i just couldn’t sleep, and wanted to see if you were awake.”

she frowned, not believing you for a second. you hated that no matter what you said or how hard you tried, cait always had the ability to see right through whatever lie you were trying to persuade her into believing. “did something happen, darling? you can always tell me what’s going on, you know that.”

the nickname makes your chest pulse. you hesitated to respond to her question, and that’s when her eyes changed, softening up, like she knew whatever you were going to say was going to be hard for you.

“i didn’t mean to listen,” you whispered out,“but i heard you earlier, when i excused myself to go use the restroom.”

caitlyn tilted her head, confused, so you continued, “when i was coming back, you said…” your voice cracked and you hated it, your teeth gritting together in frustration, also stopping you from letting out a cry. you looked away, “you said you don’t see me like that.”

she froze.

“and it’s fine,” you rushed, trying to backpedal, voice all twisted and cracked, a complete giveaway on how you were really feeling, “and i get it, i just– i didn’t know. i thought we were… i don’t know what i thought, but–”

“no.” caitlyn took a step forward, eyes wide. she crossed her arms at you and shook her head fervently, “no, no, no, darling, that’s not what i meant. you didn’t hear the whole thing.”

you looked up at her, and she gently reached out, but didn’t touch you until you nodded that it was okay. once you obliged,her fingers found your arm, soft and grounding.

“my mother was telling me that i shouldn’t toy with your feelings. that you’re different. not like… not like the others.”

you blinked.

“she said you were my friend, and that i should be kind to your heart,” caitlyn continued, her voice softer now, more careful, and deeply understanding, “and i told her it wasn’t like that at all, because… you’re not just my friend. i do see you like that. like a partner. someone i–”

she paused and swallowed, like she always did when she wasn’t exactly ready to admit something out loud. but, contrary to usual, she kept going, “someone i care about more than i know how to say sometimes. i wish i was better at that.”

you stood there, breath held, heart cracking open and blossoming like you had never felt before. caitlyn drew closer to you, and your hand rested against hers as her irises softened before you, into something much sweeter than you had ever seen her let on.

“i would never play with your feelings,” caitlyn added, quieter now, “not yours. you’re precious.”

you looked up at her, finally letting her see how much it hurt you when you had heard what she said, and how stupid you felt, now realizing that you really had missed the entire context of the conversation.

she pulled you in before you could begin to speak.

her arms went around you and yours mimicked, your face buried in her neck like you were trying to disappear into her. her hands rubbed your back soothingly, her breath warm in your hair, and you could feel how tightly she held you– like she never wanted to let go.

“you could’ve just told me,” you mumbled, voice muffled, “i thought i was just one of your little playthings after hearing that.”

“i should have told you.” she admitted, and the air filled with another interlude of silence. it wasn’t awkward or heavy, just quiet and comforting, and a sense of nostalgia rushed within you, thinking back to when you and cait would just enjoy each other’s presence, communicating, yet not sharing a single word.

you stayed like that for a while. when she pulled back, she looked at you like you were her favorite thing, and it was evident that deeply, and truly– you really were.

“do you want to stay here tonight?” she asked you, but it felt more like a plea than a real question. of course, you had nodded, and her lips tugged into a smile as she squeezed your hand a couple times. she helped you into bed, pulled the covers up, and laid beside you, bodies curling together comfortably.  neither of you said anything else after that– she just reached for your hand under the sheets and held it tight.

[sttoru]

‘i told you once, that only two things will have me; you and death.’

☀︎｜tags. gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. themes of insecurity: trust issues kinda (by reader). reader gets called ‘baby, princess, angel’. self indulgent. proof read? whats that

“aww, there’s my hardworking girl,” satoru coos whilst his arms move to hold your body captive against his chest in a much needed hug, “and she’s still lookin’ as pretty as ever! my god — c’mere.”

your over-excited lover cups your face in his hands and holds it like that for a second to admire. his thumb slides from your cheekbone to your lips, gently parting them before pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. of course, he doesn’t leave it by that. satoru never does.

“pretty,” a kiss on your right cheek — “beautiful,” a kiss on your left one — “gorgeous,” a kiss on the tip of your nose — “amazing”, a kiss on your forehead — “sweetest,” a kiss on your chin — “lovely”, a kiss on the top of your head;

maybe it was the stress of the previous days that made you tear up. satoru has made it a daily routine: you come home, he welcomes you with open arms, showers you with his unending love and attention until you physically have to pull him away from your body. you sometimes ask yourself what you did to deserve someone so loving.

if satoru had heard you say the latter out loud, he would have kissed your mouth again to shut the thought down instantly. ‘you deserve everything and more’, you silently recall him saying once.

“stop that.” you mutter. the ‘that’ referring to the butterfly kisses and tight hugs he’s giving you. you tried not to seem in the mood for receiving his affection today. the muffled giggles leaving through your gritted teeth tell another story however.

“nu-uh,” satoru lets out a low chuckle, going right back to giving you what you deserve, “it’s like you’re askin’ me to stop breathing, baby. i can’t just not do this.”

satoru lifts you up into his strong arms and brings you over to the kitchen counter, settling you there - somewhere away from all that he had been cooking since the morning. he’s grinning from ear to ear, glancing from the covered plates near the stove and back to you.

you tilt your head curiously as you watch satoru grab one plate and uncover it, revealing the content like it was a big surprise—

“open up f’me, my princess.” your lover hums as he’s already guiding a piece of cake to your lips. your favorite cake which he had oh-so-obviously cooked himself judging by the messy look of it. your gaze lingers on the piece for a second to appreciate the gesture.

when you look back up at satoru, his eyes are already on yours — patiently waiting for you to let him feed you. his blue eyes are sparkling with a sense of pure excitement; one he only has around you. his love for you was almost overwhelming at times like these.

“why?”

the simple, one word question made the white sorcerer stop in his tracks. his head cocks to the side, eyelashes fluttering lightly in confusion, though the handsome smile on his face remains. ‘why’ could mean a lot of things in this context; why do you want to feed me? why do you want me to eat this? why should or even would i?

out of all the possible interpretations, satoru knew the exact one you had meant the moment he saw the tears that welled up at the corners of your eyes; ‘why do you care so much?’

“do i need a reason to?” his voice was smooth and soft. almost way too soft now that he’s realised just how vulnerable you were in front of him. satoru’s smile only widens, however — the sight of his girlfriend being overwhelmed by his affection was one he couldn’t resist.

it’s part of your charm. the charm you don’t know about; the charm that made the gojo satoru fall head over heels for you. your lover shakes his head with a light-hearted laugh, putting the slice of cake back down on the plate so he could hold your hands in his.

“i love you, yeah?” he kisses the back of your hands with utmost care before planting another one on your forehead again. satoru cradles your head against his chest afterwards, making you rest your weary body against his for as long as you needed it; his warmth and comfort, “it’s because i love you. that’s the only reason why, angel.”

you just nod in response — needing a moment of silence to recover, which satoru grants you without it having to be asked verbally. it’s like he knows just what goes on in your little head and is always updated about your changing feelings.

that’s what surprises you most. satoru’s super attentive to every single detail about you. from your unnoticeable habits to the big facts. that is what love truly is. that is how it feels like to have a man love you unconditionally—without any underlying or ulterior motives. without expecting anything back.

“i love you too, ‘toru. forever.” you reply eventually in a hushed whisper. the sorcerer only tightens his grip around your body, hugging you closer to his chest like his personal plushie. he nuzzles his nose into your hair — your scent both relaxing yet addicting.

“yeah,” satoru sighs in content and closes his eyes—allowing them to rest. all his senses are focused on making you feel better. he won’t let go of you until he’s sure you understand that you’re deserving of it all; his loving hugs, kisses, words of affirmation, gifts, comfort, cuddles and support.

“forever and beyond that.”

satoru doesn’t mind reminding you how much he cherishes you. even if he has to remind you every day until the day he succumbs. you’re his number one priority; he’ll even make sure to tell you he loves you with his dying breath when the time comes.

he’ll make sure of it.

[lmlknn]

Tokyorevengers characters whit a Dom s/o?

As many characters as you want and dont just so the ones that come of as sub guys yk?

I love ur work♡

Pairing: Various! Tokyo Revengers x Dom! Male reader.

Warnings: MDNI, Dom/Sub dynamics, all characters are of legal age, smoking, smut, Masturbation (giving and receiving), mention of food play, overstimulation, penetration, spanking, I think that's all (?)

Summary: Headcanons from the guys from Tokyo Revengers as subs.

Authors note: Thank you!! Hope you like it ^^, send another request if you want me to write another character.

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

MANJIRO SANO

♡︎Sub! Mikey is spoiled. Don't think he'll be satisfied with one kiss; no, he wants a full session; he wants to remember every millimeter of your beautiful lips.

♡︎Sub! Mikey is a first-class whiner. He's constantly whining if he doesn't have your attention, making little noises to get you to look at him and kiss him.

♡︎Sub! Mikey wants to sit on your lap all day, maybe even grinding against your thigh, hiding his cute face in your neck when he's close to climax.

♡︎Sub! Mikey who doesn't want to admit that he wants to try food play, he wants to feel the delicious taste of chocolate with your sweet cum.

♡︎Sub! Mikey loves it when you play with his cute butt; he loves the marks you leave, and they cause him some pain the next day when he wants to sit down.

♡︎Sub! Mikey needs your cock at least three times a week to feel even remotely satisfied.

KEN RYUGUYI

♡︎Sub! Draken is someone who wants love; living all the time in the brothel made the act of having sex something ugly; it did not generate any attraction to do it, at least until

♡︎Sub! Draken isn't going to admit when he's in the mood, much less the first time. It all started with kisses that escalated, and suddenly, Draken was moaning softly.

♡︎Sub! Draken doesn't want rough sex; he wants kisses, caresses, and foreplay—nothing rushed.

♡︎Sub! Draken tends to hide his cute sounds; you have to take his hands off his cute mouth.

♡︎Sub! Draken doesn't want his friends to know that he's the one receiving it; he was always the person everyone feared. How could he say that he's the one biting the pillow? He clearly forgets the fact.

♡︎Sub! Draken loves feeling smaller when you're on top of him and loves when you gently clean him, cuddle him against your chest, and both of you fall into unconsciousness.

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

♡︎Sub Takemichi is a complainer no matter what situation or context he is in. He is a complainer.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi He keeps whining when you're pounding him relentlessly.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi wants to feel your hands on his body. Not in a perverse way, he's happy with your hand on his waist, shoulder, and hands; he just wants to feel you close!

♡︎Sub! Takemichi is in love with the way you protect him. The way your wide figure can easily hide it turns him on.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi is so cute that he'll talk to you about the whole world. Everything you do together he will tell Chifuyu with shining eyes, of course, except the times when you make him scream and touch the sky.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi enjoys gentle sex, where they look into each other's eyes, their hands intertwined, and his eyes start to half-close with a blush all the way down to their necks.

IZANA KUROKAWA

♡︎Sub! Izana is totally obsessed with you. He wants everyone to know of his possession of you. You are his, just as he is totally yours.

♡︎Sub! Izana, can't live without you. He has to kiss you every now and then; he has to feel your hands on his waist to feel safe; he has to suck you off to be satisfied.

♡︎Sub! Izana is in love with the way your cock ridges against his abdomen, loves the way it moves inside him when he bounces on your lap.

♡︎Sub! Izana wants you to bite him; he wants to bear your mark, and he wants to mark you, whether it's scratching you hard when you penetrate him, biting your neck in the mornings, or making hickeys on every inch of skin.

♡︎Sub! Izana loves to cry on your cock, loves to choke when you feel the tip of it touch the back of her throat.

♡︎Sub! Izana wants you to be his queen, even though he is the one who receives; Tenjiku must not know who commands his king.

RINDOU HAITANI

♡︎Sub! Rindou loves feeling your big hands around his sensitive tip, loves the burning that settles in his stomach after the third orgasm.

♡︎Sub! Rindou approaches like a beast hunting its prey, hugs you from behind and starts kissing your neck, with that, you already know what your cute boyfriend wants.

♡︎Sub! Rindou who turns red when you have his legs held in such a way that he feels his insides being rearranged in the most pleasurable way possible.

♡︎Sub! Rindou loves the way you take advantage of his flexibility and put him in certain positions where he can see the stars.

♡︎Sub! Rindou'll never admit to you how attractive he finds the idea of fucking people nearby; he's captivated by the idea of getting caught.

♡︎Sub! Rindou loves the nights when you put a blindfold on him and any sensation is multiplied.

♡︎Sub! Rindou absolutely love when you hug him, kiss him, give him affection, pamper him, and so on.

RAN HAITANI

♡︎Sub! Ran isn't used to being taken care of, but he doesn't really get difficult.

♡︎Sub! Ran loves it when you comb and brush his hair no matter what time of year it is; that's his favorite activity.

♡︎Sub! Ran is in love with the way you pulls his hair when he's giving you a good blowjob, and you both love the way he pulls your hair to tell you to go faster.

♡︎ Sub! Ran will give you doe eyes so you can be a little tougher on him in bed. Or he'll just take matters into his own hands and jump on your lap.

♡︎Sub! Ran loves the overstimulation you expose him to when he pisses you off. He loves it when you push him to such extremes that his eyes roll back in his head.

♡︎Sub! Ran isn't going to let you go. He prioritizes you and is obsessed with always having you by his side.

SANZU HARUCHIYO

♡︎Sub! Sanzu is simply obsessed with the idea of having drugged make-out sessions. The mere thought makes him hard.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu has a very high libido, so at any moment he'll jump on your lap, move his hips, and kiss you on the neck.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu is a masochist, which means he'll enjoy being spanked, bitten, or anything morally dubious. He'll enjoy it.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu is going to cum just from the thought of you stepping on his cock while he's jerking you off.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu really enjoys sex with you, but he'll enjoy it three times as much if you're drugged. He is a drug addict, but you can't deny that sexual experiences with him are heaven.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu loves it when you're way more sadistic than usual. He cums more easily and loves your stamina. One night of sex with you promises 6 or 7 orgasms.

[geeeemmmmmmm]

pretty boy

Summary:Bucky comes home from another stressful day as congressman and lets his love for you keep growing

wc:1.5k

a/n:Not much to say but I'm quite proud of this one so as always, sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

It was another late night for Bucky—the kind of night he hated. The front door creaked open as he slowly stepped inside your shared apartment. The aroma of mac and cheese quickly filled his senses. Of course, you had already predicted he'd need his comfort food ready after another stressful day as a congressman.

After silently toeing off his shoes and hanging up his jacket—on the lilac coat hanger you had insisted on getting because it would brighten up the entryway (it did, but only because each time it reminded Bucky of the way you could find beauty in anything, even him)Bucky ventured into the kitchen, the space you had worked so hard to make cozy. Finally, he began to indulge in your signature mac and cheese. Promptly after finishing the bowl you had left on the counter, he read the note you'd written:

Eat up, Buck <3 Hopefully this helped your day improve. I love you xx

Of course, you could tell the demeanor of his day before he even got up in the morning. It was in the way he twitched more tensely beside you while deep in slumber, and how, when he woke, he was even more resistant to leave.

The meal you left had improved his night—only because you always found a way to pour more love into even the smallest actions. Bucky internally cringed as the glass bowl clattered while he tried to effortlessly lower it into the sink (a job for tomorrow). Instinctively, his eyes flicked to the back of the couch, trying to determine if you were lying there. You weren’t. He quickly realised that there was no movement—not even your light breaths.

Moving like a liquid shadow (a skill he hated having, though it proved useful in non-violent contexts) he made sure Alpine wasn’t on the couch alone. It was clear that you both had relocated to the bedroom at some point. His heart ached at the sight of the pillows left askew and the blankets discarded on the floor. If he weren’t so busy, he wouldn’t have to stay late and cause you to try to stay up for him.

Remaining silent, he made his way to your bedroom, hoping you were asleep—he didn’t want to disrupt your night further. A small smile tugged at his lips as he caught sight of you cuddled up on his pillow, in his hoodie (the one you swore was yours first). He wished he could be holding you in his arms. But before he could wallow in guilt, Bucky was quickly distracted by the sight of Alpine also curled up on his pillow next to your head. You both are truly his girls.

Slowly, he tiptoed over to the edge of the bed. He kneeled beside you and reached up with his flesh hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Instantly, you stirred in your sleep, your pout shifting into a sleepy smile.

“Mm, hey Buck,” you whispered, your voice warm and sleepy as you spoke. “Did you get the mac and cheese I left?”

“Yeah, I did. Thank you so much, baby it was amazing.” His tone had returned to the soft, gentle one, saved just for you.

As you fluttered your eyes open again, Bucky was already peppering kisses across your face. His metal hand had taken its rightful place, delicately cupping your jaw.

“I’m just gonna get ready for bed, m’kay?” Bucky’s voice wavered between softness and a small laugh as you whined ever so slightly at the loss of his touch. “Fineeeee,” you groaned jokingly before settling back into bed. “Hey! You gotta greet Alps too.”

It was tradition, if Bucky greeted you, he had to greet Alpine. With a playful eye roll, he leaned back down to scratch Alpine’s ears and plant a small kiss on her head.

“Off you go then, Barnes,” you mumbled before drifting back to sleep. Slipping in and out of consciousness, you tried to keep a watchful eye on Bucky as he ran through his nighttime routine.

“Like what you see, doll?” Bucky teased when he turned to find you ogling him from the bed as he changed into a fresh pair of boxers.

“No, I just—I just like the wall behind you. It’s a very nice colour.” Real smooth. Every time Bucky flirted with you, it made you flustered—even after dating for a couple of years. But you stumbling over your words always earned your favourite sound: Bucky’s laugh.

Before you knew it, Bucky had shuffled onto his side of the bed beside you (only after slightly readjusting Alpine off his pillow). You returned to your rightful place—moulded against Bucky's side, one hand sprawled across his chest and the other snaked around his neck to rest at the join of metal and flesh. Your legs intertwined with his.

Carefully, you traced your fingers along the jagged, crude scars that painted his shoulder in a canvas of pinks and reds. It was comforting for Bucky, even if he had been hesitant at first. But your touch kept building that same thought: you could find beauty in anything.

“God, I missed you so much today, like, even more than yesterday,” Bucky’s voice broke the silence as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“You say that every day, Buck,” you laughed, his beard tickling the sensitive spot on your skin.

“Yeah, because I mean it every day. I always find new things I love about you—and I always will.” His voice never faltered, even as he tried to subtly kiss your neck between words.

“You’re the most beautiful person I know. You’re my pretty boy,” you murmured, pulling his face away from your neck to look into the blue eyes you wished you could swim in. Your hand cupped his stubbly cheek, you watched as a rosy tinge creep across his skin.

“Think I’m the only one who gets flustered?” you whispered, trying not break your composure as he huffed a small laugh against your palm.

Before either of you could speak again, a small meow caught your attention. Alpine had jumped up, curling herself on Bucky’s stomach and leaning her back against your hip.

“Think she got jealous of someone else being called pretty,” Bucky murmured, voice edging with jealousy. “You’re both very pretty, okay,” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Bucky’s plush lips and scratching Alpine under her chin. Then you reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, your breathing slowly synced with Bucky’s as your fingers continued to trace the many scars scattered across his torso.

“Night, my pretty, pretty boy,” you whispered, settling your head on his other shoulder—taking in his scent, a mix of cedar wood and home. You suspected the pet name would mean a lot to Bucky.

Softly, you sank back into a content slumber, not even wanting to dream—because you were already living the life you’d always dreamed of.

Bucky stayed awake a little longer, admiring everything about you. He caressed your back and neck with featherlight touches while your words replayed in his mind, already reaching the parts of him that cowered from affection.

Before succumbing to sleep, he wanted to confess one last thing—even if you couldn’t hear it.

“I’m going to marry you soon, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

The words that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue. The ones he’d hidden from the demons in his brain. The words he wished he could properly tell you.

a/n:I loved this piece guys, I hope you all did too

[kdyq]

The arrival of Amara.

Part four of this series.

context the birth of you and Ambessa baby.

Life had settled into a quiet rhythm though it was clear you were both waiting for the storm of change to come. Ambessa was careful in her preparations overseeing every detail of the nursery and ensuring the household was ready for the arrival of your daughter.

Now on an otherwise calm morning “The storm”had arrived.

It started with a strange heaviness in your body one that made walking the length of the garden feel more like a journey across Noxus itself. Ambessa walked beside you her hand firmly on the small of your back. Her touch was a reassuring constant though her watchful gaze told you she was already on high alert.

“You’re slowing down love” she said gently leaning down slightly so her voice was close to your ear. “Do you need to sit?”

You shook your head though your legs wobbled slightly under you. “I’m okay. Just… tired. My back feels different today.”

Ambessa’s brow furrowed her lips pressing into a thin line. “Different how?”

“Like… more pressure. And it keeps coming and going.”

Her hand shifted to your side her strong fingers pressing gently against the muscles there. “Let’s go back to the house. I’d rather not take any chances.”

Though you wanted to protest a particularly sharp twinge made you nod in agreement. As you walked Ambessa kept her hand on your back her steady presence helping you through each step.

By the time you reached the grand hall the discomfort had turned into something more intense. You paused mid-step clutching a nearby chair as a wave of pain gripped you.

Ambessa was at your side instantly her large hands encircling your waist. “What’s happening? Talk to me.”

You winced breathing through the pain. “It’s… sharper now. Like something’s about to—”

Before you could finish a sudden warmth spread down your legs. You gasped your eyes wide as you looked down.

Ambessa followed your gaze her golden eyes widening slightly. “Your water just broke” she said her voice steady but tinged with urgency.

A mix of panic and excitement filled you. “What do we do? Ambessa—”

She cupped your face her thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “We breathe and we move. I’ve got you love. You’re not alone in this.”

The bathing chamber was already prepared when you arrived thanks to the servants and midwives who worked quickly to ready the space. The warm water steamed invitingly the room dimly lit by candles.

Ambessa helped you undress her hands careful and deliberate as she removed each layer of clothing. “You’re safe” she murmured her voice low and soothing. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Once in the water the warmth helped ease some of the pain though the contractions continued to intensify. Ambessa sat at the edge of the pool her hand resting on your shoulder as you leaned against the side.

“You’re doing beautifully” she said her voice soft but firm.

You shot her a look your breath hitching as another contraction hit. “It doesn’t feel beautiful” you muttered through gritted teeth.

Ambessa chuckled softly brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “It doesn’t have to feel beautiful to be beautiful.”

Hours passed the labor progressing slowly. Ambessa was a constant presence her deep voice guiding you through each contraction. When the pain became overwhelming she climbed into the water behind you her strong arms wrapping around your middle.

“Lean on me” she said pressing a kiss to your temple. “Feel my breath and match it.”

When the next contraction came you tried to follow her lead but the pain made you snap. “I am breathing Ambessa!” you shouted your voice cracking. “Can’t you tell?!”

For a moment the room went silent the weight of your outburst hanging in the air. Then Ambessa’s arms tightened around you her voice softening. “I know love. I know. You’re doing everything right. I’m sorry I just want to help.”

Your chest heaved with a mix of exhaustion and guilt. Turning your head slightly you whispered “I’m sorry my love. I didn’t mean—”

She pressed her lips to your hair silencing you. “No apologies. You’re in the fight of your life right now and I’m honored to be here with you.”

When the midwives announced it was time to push Ambessa moved to hold one of your legs her large hand steadying you as you bore down.

“You’re almost there” she said her voice firm yet filled with emotion. “Just one more push love. You’ve got this.”

With a final desperate effort you felt the release as your daughter entered the world. The midwife lifted her from the water her strong cries echoing through the chamber.

Ambessa’s face transformed her usual stern look was replaced by raw emotion. Tears welled in her golden eyes as she stared at the tiny life you had brought into the world.

“She’s here” you whispered your voice trembling as the midwife placed the baby on your chest.

Ambessa kissed you on the head and smiled as she reached out a trembling hand to touch Amara’s tiny fingers. “She’s… incredible” she murmured her voice thick with emotion.

You looked up at her tears streaming down your face. “She looks like you.”

Ambessa chuckled softly brushing a finger over Amara’s cheek. “She’s perfect. Just like her mother.”

Later after being cleaned and dressed you lay in bed with Amara nestled between you and Ambessa. The room was quiet the soft glow of the fire casting shadows on the walls.

“She’s so long” you said marveling at her tiny form.

Ambessa smirked her hand gently tracing one of Amara’s legs. “She takes after me” she said proudly.

You laughed softly leaning into her side. “She’s going to grow up tall and strong just like her mama.”

Ambessa pressed a kiss to your forehead then to Amara’s. “She’ll have the best of both of us” she said quietly.

As the three of you lay there wrapped in warmth and love Ambessa whispered “Thank you my love. For her. For this. For everything.”

Tears filled your eyes as you rested your head against her shoulder. “We did this together” you said softly.

And as the first light of dawn filled the room you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be with the two people who made your world complete.

AN/ omgggg I hope you all enjoyed it the story and yes I will be continuing the series I feel like this is such a good series so I will keep making different stories that go along with this storyline while also making stories with no storyline so yay 🎀

And I hope y’all like the name I picked out for her as well