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[cindy-ella]

Introducing the yearly summer men!

2023

2024

2025

also…. might be making a jinu x reader x kenji fic. but you didn’t hear that from me. reqs open for kpop dh

[sourkiki]

fwb!riki making fun of f!reader’s sensitive neck (making fun as in kissing her neck and leaving hickeys when they should be studying for finals) ^^

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, friends with benefits, dom! 西村力 x fem! reader, reader's implied to be smaller than riki, unprotected sex (wrap it up), belly bulge, miniskirt kink, fingering, hickeys, riki wears chrome hearts rings, ❀ college au, faint degrading diagloue 𖤐 1582... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: i've combined another request (the anon who sent the miniskirt req) for this btw.

You were supposed to be diligently studying for your upcoming examinations. It was your final year and the sooner you get this done and over with, the faster you can graduate to secure a stable job to support yourself. You were about to power off your phone to minimize the amount of distractions, only for your screen to light up with a single message from a certain someone. Just by seeing his name made heat pool in your stomach, thighs subtly rubbing together. 

Ni-Ki (do not interact):  Come over.

That’s all he sent. No ‘hello’ or ‘hi’. He just gets straight to the point. You didn’t bother answering him, leaving him on read as you got up to change into more comfortable and appropriate clothes. Riki knows you’ll always turn up at his door, no matter how late the time was. You weren’t friends but you weren’t dating either.

Your relationship was… complicated, to say the least. When you were satisfied with your appearance, you packed your study materials, even though you knew you won’t be able to get much done and left. 

It didn’t take you long to reach. You only had to knock twice before Riki opened the door. You saw the way his eyes shamelessly scanned your figure from head to toe, lingering longer than usual on the miniskirt you wore, showing off your long, slender legs. He wordlessly moved to the side, letting you enter his home and closed the door behind you. You purposely bent forward to remove your shoes, smirking to yourself when you heard him sharply inhale at how you were showing off the black, lacey panties you wore underneath the miniskirt. 

You straightened yourself, looking at Riki over your shoulder with an innocent look. “Something wrong? You look flushed.” 

Riki’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. You knew he was restraining himself from jumping at you. “...Fine, let’s study for our finals.” He said nothing else, brushing past you—

Smack! 

“Ow!” You exclaimed, jumping when he landed a sharp slap on your butt as he walked past you. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking to himself at your reaction. Scowling, you followed him to his room as you rubbed your now sore butt.

You’ve been here way too many times and at this point, you’re practically living under the same roof as him. Riki had already plopped down on the floor, his materials spread out before him and you did the same. You weren’t fazed when he shifted closer until your knees were pressed against one another. You flipped open your notebook, reaching into your bag to grab a pen, only for you to go still when you feel him breathing down your neck. 

Literally. 

“...What are you doing?” You asked, not having the courage to turn around. Shivers ran down your spine at the fleeting sensation of his lips grazing against the overly-sensitive skin of your neck, causing goosebumps to form. You were certain you felt him grinning into your skin. 

“I’ve always wondered, you’ve a sensitive neck, don’t you?” He murmured, voice lowering an octave with heat evident in his tone. 

You didn’t get to reply, only letting out a gasp when Riki manhandled you, forcing you to sit on his lap with your back leaning against his chest. His right hand trailed along your thighs, moving up and up until it reached underneath the miniskirt you wore. You whined, hips instinctively canting forward when he boldly cupped your pussy through your soaking wet panties. 

“You wore this on purpose, teasing me by bending down in front of me. It’s like you’re asking to be fucked,” he hissed, easily finding the spot on your neck that reduce you to a squirming mess. 

“Riki, stop—” You protested, only for you to let out a choked moan, body going pliant as he decorated your neck with hickeys, turning your previously clear, unblemished skin into a painting where he’s the artist. 

A breathless chuckle. “Stop? You say you want me to stop but you’re riding my hand like you’re desperate for something.” 

True to his words, your hips were grinding down on his large palm. Your panties were beyond saving but the friction it provided made you clenched down, wishing it was something else. Something bigger. You sniffled, turning to look at him, only to pause at how nothing but pure desire glimmers in his eyes. 

“Riki, please touch me,” you pleaded, lips curling down in a pout. 

He arched an eyebrow and without breaking eye contact, pushed your panties aside and shoved three long, thick fingers in without warning. He was able to push in until he was knuckles-deep. You shivered at the cold metal of his Chrome Hearts rings brushing against your warm skin. You spread your legs wider, head now leaning back to rest on his left shoulder as he fingers you. There’s a loud series of shlick sounds, the sound downright obscene and lewd, enough to make your ears turn red. 

You attempted to look away but Riki clicked his tongue. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch how I finger you as you fall apart. Or you won’t get to cum.” 

If there’s something about Riki, it’s that he’s a man of his words. You have no choice but to oblige, looking down, watching as thick, visible white strands of your slick clung onto his fingers like spiderwebs. Your thighs trembled as you chanted his name like a prayer. Like he’s your God. 

“Fuck, R-Riki, don’t stop, g-gonna cum,” you mewled, squirming about on his lap but he shows no sign of slowing down. Instead, he increased his pace, ducking his head to nip at the shell of your ear. You cum with a high-pitched whine. 

Riki was relentless, fingering you through your orgasm. As you calmed down from your orgasm, your thighs were twitching from the aftereffects, mind gone. You weren’t given a second to breathe, yelping when he tossed you onto his bed. He tugged you towards him and you felt the silhouette of his cock against your clothed pussy. 

“Since you can’t fucking wait, take it then,” he continued, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his hardened cock. 

You hold onto the pillow beneath your head with both hands, breath hitching in your throat as Riki shoves in in one go, bottoming out without giving you any room to adjust. You whimpered at the familiar stinging pain. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you still couldn’t get used to the length and girth of his cock. To Riki however, it simply means he needs to keep fucking you until your insides were rearranged to fit him. It’s as easy as that. 

His eyes trailed down, cursing under his breath at how your stomach poked out. If he were to lean down to get a closer look, he would be able to see the faint outline of his cock, poking through your stomach. Riki knows you’re small but seeing this sends his mind spiralling into oblivion. He pulls out until only his tip is inside before pushing forward and repeats the cycle at a fast, ruthless pace. The entire time he does this, his eyes are fixated on how his cock moves up and down inside you. 

He couldn’t help himself, reaching out to press down on the bulge. Your reaction was instant. You tightened around him, mouth dropping open. Your back arched off the bed, the crop top you wore was rolling upward, revealing the matching lace bra you wore underneath. Riki hissed when you tightened, making his cock twitch when he’s inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re so small. It’s like I could break you into half,” he murmured, mostly to himself. 

Tossing your right leg over his shoulder, he tugged you closer and you swore his cock could kiss the entrance to your cervix. Your eyes rolled up to the back of your head, hand shifting to grab onto the bed frame for dear life as your body jostled about on the wrinkled sheets. 

“Ngh, t-too much,” you moaned, words borderline slurring as you get drunk on the intoxicating feeling of him fucking into you, like an animal in heat. 

“Too much?” He echoed, amused. “You say that but you’re holding onto me like you don’t want me to go,” he pointed out, hand snaking down to give your abused cunt a mean pinch, drawing a whimper from you. 

It didn’t take much effort for you to reach your second climax, not when you’re with Riki. You cum with a high-pitched moan that you were sure his neighbours will be launching a noise complaint soon. The thought flew out of your mind when Riki followed suit, painting your gummy walls white with his own cum. He didn’t pull out at first, using his hands to support himself as he hovered over you before slowly pulling out. You winced at the sudden uncomfortable feeling of emptiness, closing your legs. 

You could literally feel something warm and thick trickling down your inner thighs but you were too exhausted to move an inch. Riki collapsed beside you, running a hand through his sweaty hair, panting to catch his breath. 

“...So, do you wanna order pizza?” He asks, turning to you. 

You rolled your eyes, throwing the pillow right at his face, earning a squawk from him. “You’re paying.” 

“No shit. You’re too broke to afford it anyways.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

taglist: @minjunis, @byshens, @emisluvr. @riqomi, @rikisoup

[palesweetsdeer]

Thinking about Cirrus being her bad bitch self again

[chow0w]

I love your art! Would it be possible to do a redesign of Blister or Queen Moorhen or Sky?

♥️

Thanks so much!! Here's my Queen Moorhen redesign:

As it turns out, this is actually the first mudwing redesign on my blog!

I honestly didn't want to change too much of her design at first, since I already liked Queen Moorhen's color scheme and thought the guide to the tribes did a really good job of illustrating her. However, I did have beef with her lack of drip, which is where this redesign started. For a queen, I thought that the jewels inlaid in her scales were cool but not nearly enough. My girl deserves more: so I gave her more.

This redesign aims to put a little bit more detail in Moorhen's current design: I tried my best to give her what I think would be royal scale patterns, using recurring patterns to give her a regal, almost terracotta-plate look. I spread her scale jewels more evenly throughout her design by adding them to her body and tail, and also bulked her up with some more jewelry all around. The most dramatic change I made was definitely to her wings, which got a whole makeover with some blue tones and a recurring eyeball pattern to match all the dots she already had. I chose to use eyes near her wings mostly because I thought it added to her intimidation factor, as well as making it look like she was 'always watching' which can give connotations of control and power. Queen Moorhen is seriously such an underrated queen, and personally I think she's going to outlive all of the other queens we started with in arc 1. I mean, she's only got to beat Coral (and Sequoia?) now, so it could happen.

As always, thanks so much for checking in for these redesigns! If you want to submit a character, my inbox is open and you can use my pinned post to find all other reqs + posts!

I also have a discord + art comp running, which you can access here!

later \( ˙▿˙ )/\( ˙▿˙ )/

[nyukaart]

your art style is so pretty it makes me incredibly jealous lol. I love the way you color

if art reqs are open, would you consider drawing some tiny fab five, or any one character if the whole team is too much? Preferably wholesome, but you draw angst so wonderfully that I couldn't complain if you choose the latter.

have a great day (or night) :)

Just finished this hehe

I TT66 them so much

[fleurenese]

heyhey! idk if you reqs but if you do, can you make bsf!chris finding out the reader has crush on him and now he's fucking her dumb?

ㅤׂㅤ⊹ㅤㅤsmut,⠀(bestfriend dynamic) bsf!chris,⠀pnv, ⠀mild bumbification kink,⠀fingering,⠀size kink,⠀teasing

when Chris found out about your little crush, did you really think he wouldn’t pull you into his lap and fuck it out of you?

You weren’t even supposed to be doing anything.

It was just a hangout—his house, his hoodie slung over your smaller frame, the sleeves swallowing your wrists while your bare legs rested easily across his lap. It felt familiar, safe even… until his fingers dipped between your thighs like they owned you. Like this wasn’t the first time he’d had you open in his lap and pliant in his arms.

Chris leaned back against the couch cushions with you folded into his chest, his fingers already pushing up inside your cunt, slow and deep and purposeful. His other hand dragged your thigh open further across his lap, just enough for him to slip his palm flat over your clit and start rubbing it in gentle, hungry circles.

His tone, though, was the worst of it—teasing and smug, thick with that grin you couldn’t see but could feel.

“Didn’t think I’d find out from Matt, huh?”

he murmured low, brushing his nose into your hairline, lips curling against your temple. “Tellin’ my brother all the shit you shoulda said to me. How bad you want it... how dumb I make your pretty little head go.”

“C-Chris… I d-didn’t mean it like that, I s-swear…” As she let out a whimper as his fingers curled perfectly against that soft spot inside you, dragging back out with a wet noise before pressing in again.

"Fuckkk, ma... you’re soaked." His breath caught just a little, just enough to sound ragged at the edges. "You tryna act all innocent sittin’ on me like this, wearin’ my fuckin’ hoodie, but you’re squeezin’ my fingers like you need 'em."

Your hand curled into his shirt, drooling a little from your open mouth before catching yourself—only for Chris to tilt his head down and catch the drool on his thumb, thumb that he rubbed slowly under your bottom lip before bringing it down between your legs.

He pulled his fingers out, wet and glistening. Watched your folds clench around nothing, desperate.

Then you felt it—his cock twitching under you. Thick. Hot. Pressed up against the inside of your thigh under those loose sweats he always wore. He adjusted his hips just enough to lift you slightly, one hand holding your thigh while the other tugged his waistband down, letting his cock spring free—fat, flushed, and already leaking.

Chris groaned under his breath and dipped his thumb between your legs again, smearing your slick up over the tip of his cock, spreading it slow. His voice dropped to a rasp.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me, ma. Look at that… fuckfuck."

Your eyes fluttered as he pulled your panties aside with one hand, guiding the blunt head to your soaked slit. He let it rest there a second, dragging it through the mess he made between your folds, rubbing it against your clit until you squirmed in his lap.

Your hips jerked—needy, overwhelmed...“Nngh—t-too much, y’too big, Ch- chris—” he just chuckled, arms curling around you from behind.

"You’re so tiny, baby....Always forget how small this lil' cunt is until I gotta stretch it out allll over again," he muttered, kissing the side of your neck as he pushed in slowly—inch by inch, stuffing you full.

You gasped, back arching, thighs tensing. “C-chris– nghhh– ah...too much–”

He cooed at you, quiet but low. “Nah, you can take it. You always do. Just gotta let me help you.”

One of his hands held your waist firm, the other holding your thigh out, bouncing you slow and easy on his cock. His arms caged you in, snug against his chest, and your feet barely touched the couch cushion, your whole body helpless in his lap. You whined when he rolled his hips up from underneath, grinding deeper, brushing your clit with every slow bounce.

"S’tight, baby," he groaned, chin hooked over your shoulder. "So fuckin’ tight. You’re squeezin’ me like– like... you dunno what to do with it..."

His hand came up between your legs again, thumb circling your clit as he fucked up into you—gentle, deep thrusts that had your head falling back, eyes fluttering.

"Say it." He nuzzled into your hair, voice soft and dangerous. "Tell me what you told Matt... What you really wanted from me? Hm?"

You shook your head, lips trembling, but his thumb pressed a little harder and he bottomed out all the way, his cock so thick it pushed your belly out slightly. You cried into his chest, fingers fisting his hoodie, legs kicking uselessly as he held you steady.

"Say it, maaa," he dragged the word slow, almost like a mock. “Say how bad you wanna be fucked dumb. Say you only think straight when you’re full of me.”

You were already falling apart—hips twitching, thighs clenching around his, drool wetting your lips again as he bounced you faster, rougher now. His hands gripped your thighs like he owned them, pulling you down every time he pushed up, his cock bullying deeper inside your swollen pussy.

"Good girl..." he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. "That’s itttt– Gonna fuck the rest of those secrets outta you."

And you let him. Fucked out, whimpery, stuffed and small and drooling all over him—you let him.

ㅤ⠀ㅤㅤ⊹ㅤ⠀© RENESSAㅤㅤ⠀࣭ ㅤㅤ do not steal nor copy!Lil note; this is my first req 😭 I hope you like it! Btw thanks for 100 followers <3 wanna be on my taglist? Click here!

[lovingniamh]

₊˚ʚ 🩷 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. bathwater and wine ― Alessia Russo.

summary: you and alessia decide to christen the bath of your new home.

warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, you are responsible for the content you consume.

word count: 3.1k.

a/n: it’s the summer, i have infinite free time, and an alessia obsession..

( REQS OPEN FOR ALESSIA! )

There was something oddly comforting about the first few days in a new, empty home, no furniture, no proper lighting, just the bare essentials that came built-in. The kind of quiet that echoed when you walked, where your voices bounced off the walls like ghosts of conversations not yet had. It should’ve felt cold, impersonal, but somehow, it didn’t.

You both leaned fully into your inner interior designers, all mood boards and Pinterest saves, even if neither of you had any real intention of assembling anything yourselves. Alessia had “a vision”, vague and ever-shifting depending on the time of day and whether or not she was hungry. You mostly just nodded and tried to keep her from buying five versions of the same linen throw.

If IKEA was good at one thing, it was turning their job into yours. Boxes upon boxes piled in the hallway, filled with pieces that made no immediate sense, accompanied by a manual thick enough to double as a murder weapon.

Diagrams, arrows, and an encouraging cartoon man who clearly didn’t know what a power drill was. You squinted at the pages; Alessia handed you screws like it was surgery, and somehow, with a lot of sighing and a little swearing, things slowly started to look like a home.

By the time you finally cracked the last instruction for the new bed frame, it was well past sunset. The streetlights had flickered on outside, casting a soft, golden haze through the bare, curtainless windows.

Inside, the overhead bulb, still lacking a lampshade, buzzed faintly above you, shining down with the sterile glow of an office cubicle. Your eyes burnt, your fingers ached, and there was a suspicious bruise blooming on your shin from where the corner of a side panel had attacked you an hour earlier. You were honestly surprised you were still going.

Alessia had long since migrated from ‘supervisor’ to ‘decorative fixture’, lying belly-down on the rug with her head propped on her arms, scrolling through lighting options on her phone like she was picking out constellations.

Every few minutes she’d ask something like, “Would gold look tacky?” or “Is 96 quid an appropriate price for a lampshade?” without looking up. You’d grunt in response, not because you had strong feelings about the price or the look – it was a lampshade – but because your brain was entirely focused on making sure you weren’t screwing the slats in upside down, again.

Eventually, the last screw turned into place with a small, satisfying click. You sat back on your heels and exhaled like you’d just finished a marathon. Alessia perked up at the sound, tossing her phone somewhere near the foot of the bed and crawling over to inspect your handiwork like she’d been part of the process the whole time.

“We did it,” she said, grinning, running a hand along the newly assembled headboard like it was handcrafted mahogany.

“Seriously? ‘We’?” You deadpanned.

She raised a brow. “I was moral support.”

You reached out and tugged her closer by the hem of her sweatshirt. “You were lying on the floor googling fairy lights.”

“Exactly. Ambience.”

Despite yourself, you laughed, a soft, tired sound that felt good in your chest. You got up and managed to lift the mattress, that was propped against the wall, by yourself, and fitted it on top of the frame, before falling back onto it with a dull thud, bouncing slightly against the sturdy frame you placed together beneath. Alessia followed, curling in beside you like she belonged there, limbs tangled, her nose brushing your jaw.

The room was still mostly empty, no decorations, just the occasional plant and a stack of books you hadn't bothered to shelf yet, and now an unnecessarily big bed Alessia had picked out due to something about you liking to kick in the night. But it felt like something. Like the start of something.

“I’m running a bath,” she mumbled after a while whilst yawning, already halfway out of your arms and shuffling down the mattress. “My back is screaming.”

Rolling your eyes, you watched her go, stretching like a cat as she padded across the room. She looked soft in the low light, all messy hair and oversized sleeves, the picture of cosy domestic bliss, if you ignored the box of leftover screws on the floor and the shit ton of cardboard. 

You stayed there for a while after she left, limbs sprawled across the bed like you’d been dropped from a height, letting the mattress absorb the weight of the day. Your body ached in a way that felt earned, the kind of soreness that came from doing something tangible, something you could point at and say, 'We built that,' even if it wobbled slightly and was a little wonky.

From the bathroom, you heard the water running, the faint squeak of the old tap you needed to get replaced, and the rustle of Alessia pulling off her jumper, probably flinging it somewhere in that chaotic trail she always left behind. The smell of something floral crept through the doorway, lavender, maybe, or something even softer, and it struck you as impossibly domestic. Like you'd somehow wandered into someone else’s life.

You were still debating whether to peel yourself off the bed when her voice came, lazy and low and half-muffled over the hum of water, and incredibly bossy, which is the attitude she has been acquainted with during this move-in process.

“Y/N! Bring me the wine! And don’t forget the good glasses, not the bloody mug again.”

You sighed, dramatic for effect, but your body moved easily now, already slipping back into that rhythm of doing things just because she asked. You grabbed the half-open bottle from the bare, marble kitchen counter, the one you’d both said you’d have “just a glass” of earlier and then forgot about, and found two of the new wine glasses Alessia thought were appropriate as one of the first ‘new home’ purchases.

The bathroom was warm and hazy when you pushed the door open, a golden glow bouncing off the tiles from a single lamp perched dangerously on the windowsill, and you stared at it warily.

Alessia was already sunk deep into the tub, one leg hooked lazily over the rim, her arms draped on either side like she was being offered to the gods, not a single care in the world. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy knot, a few wisps clinging to her damp forehead. Steam curled gently in the air, softening the sharp corners of the room, and you noticed bits and pieces you’d need to get the builders in for, plus maybe some new tiles.

When she saw you, her eyes lit up in that quiet, smug way she always wore when she got what she wanted. She tilted her head back with a sigh and reached for the glass you handed her, fingers brushing yours.

“You’re good at taking instructions when I make them sound appealing,” she murmured, swirling the wine in her glass.

You scoffed, sitting cross-legged on the tiled floor beside the tub, resting your chin on top of your arm across the edge. “You were barely coherent.”

“Still worked.”

You clinked your glasses together with a quiet tap. The first sip burnt pleasantly on the way down, washing away some of the tension still clinging to your shoulders. Alessia hummed in contentment, eyes fluttering shut, the rise and fall of her breathing syncing with the soft ripples in the water.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was not awkward, but rather filled. Comfortable. You watched her chest rise and fall, her skin glowing under the warm light, water lapping gently at her collarbones. She looked content. Unbothered. The exact opposite of how she’d looked earlier when she tried to justify buying a £70 wall mirror with no actual plan to hang it.

“What do you think about the bath? You think we need a new one?”

“I think that… you should get in,” she said eventually, cracking one eye open, voice like the steam itself, gentle, inviting, indulgent.

You smirked, turning your head to look at her. “There’s barely room.”

“There’s enough for now.”

You shook your head, looking inside your wine glass before peering back up at her. “You just want me to do the heavy lifting of washing your hair.”

She smiled without denying it, eyes flickering to your mouth. “That, and I like you better when you're warm and wet.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

She took another sip, unbothered. “Mhm.”

It took all of ten seconds before your hand found her shin, sliding slowly up her damp leg. She didn’t flinch; she just let her knee fall open a little wider, her lip sucked between her teeth as she let herself feel your touch, the sensation.

The tension between you shifted, not sudden, not sharp, but like warm honey being poured into something already simmering. And maybe the bath wasn’t really built for two. And maybe the wine would go forgotten again. But Alessia was already watching you with that look, the one she reserved for soft nights and quieter moments, and you were already leaning closer, trailing your fingers just beneath the waterline. You did a lot of hard work today; you deserved it.

You left your wine on the tile beside you and peeled your shirt off, shivering in the tiny gust of air as you shed the rest. Alessia watched, her chin balanced on her kneecap now, eyes heavy, assessing, like you were another piece of furniture she’d decided on long before, this time one that came fully functional.

She scooted forward, making room, and you climbed in behind her, knees knocking ceramic, the water overflowing just enough to lap at the edge, scattering droplets across the floor.

She settled herself against your chest; you pulled her in, arms snaking around her middle, and felt the subtle tremor of her exhale as she melted into the bracket of your body. Her skin was liquid-warm and slick, and you pressed a soft kiss onto the damp crown of her head, then another, trailing a slow, deliberate line down the side of her throat.

Alessia’s hair, dampening at the nape, smelt like some soft, expensive thing you couldn’t pronounce but which, for the moment, you decided to privately call “Alessia”.

Your hands drifted, barely grazing the surface of her skin, feeling goosebumps ripple up her arms in the wake. She let her head loll back onto your shoulder, exposing the length of her neck, throat bobbing as she swallowed the rest of her wine in one reckless mouthful. You guided the glass from her hand, setting it with a clink beside the bath, along with yours. She shuddered, hips twitching from the smooth press of your bodies, and you pinned your palm flat over her stomach, feeling the flutter beneath.

The dampness between her thighs wasn’t just bathwater. You nudged her knees apart with your hands, arms braced around her, and let one slip, winding lower, fingers tracing restlessly until they found the soft divide of her legs, the other gripping at her thigh.

The heat there was a different kind, urgent, greedy, hardly contained by the tepid water and milky drift of suds. She made a low sound, throaty and rough, one she’d ever let anyone else hear, but her elbow pressed back into your ribs, seeking more.

You curled your hand further, parting her gently once more, and when your fingers slipped over her, you found her already slick, with delicate heat, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse just under the skin. She rocked once, a shiver running the length of her, and you used the tip of your nose to nudge her jaw to the side, pressing your mouth to the wet hollow beneath her ear.

Your wrist flexed as you circled her clit with slow, measured patience, your favourite way to tease her, to see how long this new, careful living together would last before it devolved back to the raw, hungry thing it had always been before.

Alessia’s hand shot out, gripping your thigh hard enough it would bruise in the morning, and she gasped, trying to stifle it, but the echo bounced off the tiled walls and returned to you, louder than intended. She had always been loud, not in conversation, but in the way she felt things; she filled the air with the force of it, pressing herself unapologetically into every moment, every touch.

You eased two fingers inside her, slow, the way she liked, curling against that spot that made her arch, her head knocking against your shoulder in a silent plea. Her thigh knocked against yours, slick and hard, and you grinned, ducking your head to press an open-mouthed kiss to the pink of her cheek.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice hoarse, hand still clutching your leg like she was drowning and you were keeping her afloat. “Don’t stop.”

Her voice had gone ragged, and you answered by pressing the hand that was around her thigh flat against her trembling abdomen, holding her in place as you pumped your fingers deeper, slower, dragging each movement out until she was panting softly, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut.

You murmured something wordless into her ear, a comfort or a promise, neither of you could say, whilst your hand crept up to cup her chest, mapping the sharp rise and fall of her breaths. She twitched, once, twice, and then her head knocked back against your jaw, and she was making that sound again, high and frantic, almost a cry, choked into something like laughter, as she broke apart in your arms.

The water sloshed against your chest, her body going taut for a moment, shivering, then melting bonelessly back into you. You held her through it, anchoring her to you while the aftershocks trembled through her, every little heartbeat visible, tangible, as if your own skin was the drum.

You nuzzled her temple, tracing lazy circles on her stomach with the pad of your thumb, gratified by the way she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. You liked her best this way: entirely undone, stripped of every careful, curated thought.

She slid lower in the water, half-turning to face you, eyes wet and glassy, but with a dangerous spark lighting underneath. Her mouth found yours, warm and open, tasting faintly of wine and something sweeter. Her hands, always colder than you expected, slipped behind your neck, pulling you down and wrapping you into her, so your chins bumped together and your lips crashed in a way that would have been clumsy with anyone else, but with Alessia it was a challenge, a dare, a hot-breathed demand to stay with her in the bath until the water went cold and your skin wrinkled.

Her legs folded over yours, trapping you in the crook of the tub, water sloshing over your thighs as her fingers worked their way down, drifting under the surface. She guided your hand back between her legs, not even pretending to be patient about it now, and you let her, sinking your fingers back inside, this time curling your palm to match the frantic rhythm she set with her hips.

Her breathing was a hot, humid pressure against your cheek, her teeth nipping at your jaw as if she could bite the aftershocks out of her own body.

It was a different kind of closeness, everything in this new flat echoing every move and sound, magnifying the wet slide of your bodies and the tiny, insatiable noises Alessia made as you let your fingers return to their work.

“Look at you...” You hummed sultrily and watched her in the reflection of the misted bathroom mirror, the way her eyelids fluttered and her mouth parted on each breath, the way your own arms bracketed her in, holding her together, holding her apart.

The mirror fogged more every second, but you could still see the outline of Alessia’s body, undulating with every movement you made, and it gave you a stutter of pride, a sense of rightness that was as physical as it was emotional. “You’re so beautiful like this, falling apart for me.”

“Yes… like that,” she said, voice almost gone, and you tightened your hold a little, pressing the palm of your hand perfectly flush against her clit, the way she liked, the way that always made her come undone so fast she’d go boneless in your arms for minutes after. You circled your fingers inside her, slow at first, then hard and fast as she started to shake, her whole body going rigid, a fine tremor running up her spine. ”Fuck.”

You didn’t stop, not when she jerked, not when she clapped a hand over her own mouth as if that would keep the sounds in, not when her forehead fell against your own. You curled your fingers, found that spot again, and she twitched with a strangled moan, water splashing up in a miniature wave.

The air in the bathroom had gone thick, humid with steam and your shared exertions. You stroked her hair back from her temple, kissed the swell of her cheekbone, and let her rest against you until her breathing calmed. She tasted of sweat and lavender and the cheap Merlot neither of you could ever admit to liking, she tasted like home.

Eventually, she straightened, water slipping off her in a shining sheet.

Your thumbs rubbed at her hips, before asking her, “You okay?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth, eyes flicking up to you, and grinned. “You asked me what I thought of the bath, yeah?” she said, voice still low and lazy. “Well, I think we may need to think about, more or less, renovating the whole bathroom.”

The floor, you saw, was already lacquered with half an inch of water, trails of bubbles slipping toward the hallway like they had somewhere better to be. “Yeah”, you huffed, running a hand through your hair, “I wasn’t sold on the tiles anyway.”

She hummed in agreement, the sound all soft amusement. You shifted onto your knees under the water, the movement sending another gentle wave lapping at the sides of the tub. Alessia watched you curiously, head tilted. 

“Do you actually want me to wash your hair?” 

She smiled at your softness, at the shift in you that only she ever seemed to coax out, “No, I washed it yesterday.”

With that, you leaned forward to reach for the plug, the suction giving a subtle groan as it broke, water already beginning to swirl around your thighs.

Alessia sighed, long and theatrical, resigned to the end of the warmth. Before she could complain further, you grabbed the towel from the barely functional radiator, wrapping her in it as she stood, all loose limbs and dripping skin. She yelped in protest as you tugged her towards you, but the sound turned quickly into a laugh when you buried your face in the crook of her neck, muffling your grin into her skin.

“I love you,” you mumbled as you pressed a soft, fleeting kiss once she was bundled snugly in the towel. She returned it just as gently, smiling into the kiss before pulling back slightly. Then her gaze drifted past you toward the radiator.

“Wait… do we seriously only have one towel?”

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[kissbabie]

sae needs you more than ever ♡

cw somno

it was late, so sae knew you were definitely asleep. when he walked into your shared bedroom, he saw you passed out, wearing a loose tank top, one strap falling off your shoulder, and damp panties that hung low. sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached one hand out to gently stroke your face, guilt gnawing in his chest, knowing that you were waiting for him and trying to please yourself but failing miserably.

and yet, just one simple glance at you was enough to get sae riled up. he knew he shouldn't, especially since you weren’t even awake, but he was just so pent up. he rubbed light circles on your hip, causing you to let out a small whimper. his movements halted slightly when you squirmed a little, eyes partially opening, "..mm, sae?"

"sorry, sweetheart, just tired." he whispered. you only softly whined back, "'s okay, sae, you can... use me, if you want."

he blinked once, staring down at your half lidded eyes. even in the dark, he could tell you were looking up at him so sweetly with that usual fondness in your eyes, lips parted barely. he muttered a small curse under his breath before shifting his hand down to rub small circles on your clit as you moaned gently. you were barely able to keep your eyes open, fighting sleep as he shifted his position, pulling down his pants and pushing your underwear to the side as his tip began to nudge at your entrance, slowly entering your tight pussy.

he brushed a strand of your hair aside, thumbing under your cheek as he bottomed out, his cock nestled in your cunt as your walls twitched and fluttered around him. you were so groggy, voice trembling, "sae, m'tired, haah, feels good.."

sae mumbled little praises as he hushed you back to sleep, "mhm, go back to sleep, dear."

you could only nod pliantly, head rolling to the side and cheek smooshed into the pillow as sae began picking up the pace. each slap of his balls against your damp ass and seeing your tits spilling out of your skimpy tank top had him going crazy, panting as sweat began building up on the side of his face. even asleep, you were letting out quiet mewls as your mouth stayed open, your brows furrowing as sae felt the familiar feeling tightening in the core of his stomach.

soon enough, he felt himself twitch and ropes of his warm cum spilling into your sore pussy, painting your walls out. you let out the most the most dazed whines and sniffles, "mmmgghhh, aagh, haah, haahhh—!"

sae felt your pussy twitch uncontrollably around him, cumming as you made a mess around his thick cock. he let out small groans, "pretty, fuck— so good for me, yeah?"

eventually, as you began letting out little snores, he pulled out carefully, hissing under his breath. he looked at your sleeping state, hair sprawled against the pillow and cum dripping out of your spent hole, leaking onto the sheets. sae leaned down, kissing your temple as he sighed. he tucked his cock back into his pants, rolling over to your side to tug you into his chest and stroke your hair. feeling your small puffs of breathing against him, sae felt his eyes fluttering as he began drifting into sleep.

for this req

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[angel06babysworld]

I Blame the 6 Year Old

singledad!rafe x babysitter!reader

Chapter Eleven

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The rain had been steady all day. Not storming, not loud—just soft and constant, tapping against the windows and soaking the sidewalks until everything felt washed clean.

Inside, the house felt smaller. Warmer.

Ellie had been unusually quiet since breakfast. Not cold. Not angry. Just… quiet.

She wasn’t avoiding her, exactly. She still asked questions. Still handed over the remote during cartoons. Still offered half of her fruit snacks without being asked. But there was a difference in the way she looked at her now—longer glances. Like she was checking. Measuring. Waiting to see what would change.

She didn’t press.

Rafe gave her a soft look across the table around lunch, brushing his thumb across her knee under the table. Give her time.

So she did.

They painted in the afternoon—Ellie had asked, half-mumbling it while staring at the carpet—and she’d said yes immediately. They spread out across the living room floor, old newspapers layered beneath their feet, Ellie’s tiny hands already covered in purple streaks by the time they opened the second color.

“You made me a princess in this one,” she said, holding up a lopsided watercolor sketch.

“I made you a queen,” she corrected. “Look at the crown.”

Ellie tried not to smile. “Looks like a muffin.”

“That’s a powerful muffin.”

Rafe chuckled from the kitchen. “I’m not touching that one.”

By evening, Ellie’s usual chatter had returned—but something softer sat beneath it. Like she wasn’t just testing how things felt with her still there… but how it felt with all three of them in the same room.

The sun had barely set when Ellie climbed onto the couch and leaned into her side. “Are you going home?”

The question was quiet.

She blinked. “Did you want me to?”

Ellie shook her head immediately. “No. I just…” She fidgeted with her shirt sleeve. “I didn’t know if you had to.”

“No one’s making me leave.”

Ellie paused. Then said, even softer, “Would you stay?”

She turned to face her. “Tonight?”

Ellie nodded. “Only if you want to.”

She smiled. “I want to.”

Ellie let out a breath. A full one. Like her little body had been holding it in all day.

“Okay,” she said, sliding closer. “Can we do a movie night?”

“Of course.”

“With popcorn. And the caramel sprinkles.”

“Yes.”

“And no kissing.”

She laughed. “Definitely no kissing.”

“And we all have to sleep in the living room. It’s a rule.”

“I like your rules.”

When Rafe came back in, Ellie looked up at him with that same cautious hope. “We’re having a sleepover,” she said. “All three of us.”

He glanced at her, something soft passing between them. “Yeah?”

Ellie nodded, already pulling the big blanket off the back of the couch. “But I’m picking the movie. And no scary stuff. And you both have to be here when I wake up.”

Rafe crouched in front of her. “We’re not going anywhere, El.”

She looked between them, almost serious. “Promise?”

“Promise,” they said at the same time.

And just like that, the quiet from earlier faded.

They made a nest out of blankets and pillows. Ellie picked a movie she’d seen a hundred times but still laughed at. Rafe didn’t protest when she poured half the caramel sprinkles directly into the popcorn bowl.

Somewhere during the second movie, Ellie fell asleep with her head in her lap.

Rafe was already half-dozing too, stretched out beside them, hand resting against her ankle.

She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe too loudly.

Because in that moment—with rain still pattering outside, the movie still playing, and both of them curled against her—she didn’t feel like the babysitter.

She felt like she belonged.

And when Ellie mumbled in her sleep, fingers reaching for hers and whispering her name like a comfort…

She knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove @sc04 @matthewswifeyy @meetmeintheemeraldpool @icversvoid @honeyinthesummer @dolli333 @lolabunnyworldss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @rafessbaby

[s0s1mple]

since heeseung and sunoo have no requests, how about hee or sunoo and reader in a royal setting, except he is arranged to marry reader's bestfriend but he slowly falls for the reader after seeing her almost everywhere with his fiance because she is the one who chaperones all their dates and is really close and clingy with the princess he is set to marry. you could do it with the member you think it fits the most!

I just got a req for Sunoo, so I'll do it for Heeseung! Tbf I got the feeling this would fit him better anyhow, so thank you for the req! Here you are! (Also apologies if you didn’t want a Yandere piece! If you didn’t want this, just let me know and I’ll rewrite accordingly!)

Surface Level - Lee Heeseung

TW: General yandere behavior, blackmail, political threats, political dealings, occupation of a kingdom, kidnapping, power imbalance, slight gore.

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Heeseung didn't care one way or the other when he was told he was to be wed. He'd been raised with such an expectation, so it was hardly surprising. He was a prince, and his bloodline had to continue. Luckily, he wasn't exactly expected to have kids just yet, but his people needed a wedding. They needed a promise that their rulers reign was secure. Personally, Heeseung didn’t care too much about the matter for that reason.

So Heeseung went to meet his fiancé. It was a whole affair, their first meeting. A tea beneath the gazebo out on his castle grounds, butlers at the ready, the most expensive food money could buy... Supposedly this fiancé of his was the princess of a neighboring island, normally a small fish of a kingdom far beneath the likes of his family, but Heeseung was well aware that his father wanted some form of control over the market and ports there. So, as most marriages were, this was a political move.

Heeseung had an appreciation for such political moves of course, but if his fiancé was unattractive or rude, he was going to be pissed. If he was going to be tied to someone against his will, they’d better at least look good next to him. Not that Heeseung was particularly surface-level as a person, of course, but his family had an image to maintain. Strong, beautiful, deserving of their titles. If they didn’t fulfill that image to the people, they might doubt their leaders’ connections to the gods. That was the story their kingdom’s royalty had been built off of, after all.

Heeseung sighed, walking up to the gazebo. The butlers and guards stood at the ready around the staircases, bowing respectfully, and Heeseung paid them a greeting grin before walking up. There, at the table set up with great pastries and the finest teas they had, was a woman. For a moment, Heeseung was taken aback.

She was gorgeous. Flowing brown hair, big wide doe-eyes that sparkled in the light, clear skin and sitting so prettily. He felt himself relax as he walked forth to bow respectfully. “Princess Rin? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled his usual welcoming smile, kissing her hand as she held it out. “I hope you’ve been finding your time in our kingdom to your liking?”

“Oh yes! It’s wonderful!” And her voice too was like that of a doll’s, tinkling and sweet. For a moment, Heeseung thanked the gods for such good political fortune. He took a seat then, offering to serve her some pastries, and their small-talk began.

Truth be told, Heeseung was never a big fan of small talk. It was pointless, in his opinion. Anxiety-inducing, even. How the hell were you supposed to know someone from it? But he sat there and did it anyways, and almost breathed a sigh of further relief when he finally had indication to be more personal. “So, have you seen the markets yet? They’re one of our pride and joys.”

Heeseung loved the markets. They were his stomping ground for his childhood, the place where he ducked and ran amongst colorful produce to throw off his guards and get some alone time. As an adult, it was his place to get to know his people, to appeal to them with his bright smiles and soft gaze.

“The markets? The ones near the grand church?” A new voice piped up then, causing Heeseung’s head to turn in surprise. Someone new had joined them, and given the lack of hustle from the guards were meant to be there. You stood there, slightly shy as you bowed your head to him, but grinned excitedly all the same. “Apologies for interrupting, I just wanted to announce my arrival. But also, the markets are so wonderful! I went by yesterday and… uh… never mind.” Your smile faded as you realized you were rambling and you bowed again.

“Ah, this is my chaperone. And my close friend, of course.” Princess Rin chimed in to explain the situation, and you nodded vigorously before sitting down at her side. Ah, the chaperone. He’d almost forgotten such a thing. Apparently, in the culture of the princess’s kingdom, it was improper to court without a chaperone present, especially for royals. Heeseung nodded, offering a smile to you. He almost asked what your favorite part was, wanting to be polite before returning to his fiancé, but Princess Rin already was speaking again. She wrinkled her nose. “And the markets? You mean the one the peasants attend? Really, you shouldn’t have run off there. What if you got some disease or something?”

Heeseung paused, barely keeping the bewilderment off his face. Here Rin was, so beautiful and elegant, and yet her face had just twisted into a disgusted sneer at the mere idea of brushing elbows with his people. There was a small awkward silence where you blushed, quietly acknowledging the comment before placing your hands in your lap. His eyes darted to you then, at the way your enthusiasm wilted before the princess.

Heeseung did not like that.

And, he soon found out, there were plenty more things he didn’t like about this Princess Rin. He didn’t like her screechy laugh, didn’t like the way she tried hard to be cute and to fall into his arms like it was some romance novel. He didn’t like the way she dismissed his guards and maids, didn’t like the way she threw things willy-nilly and didn’t clean up after herself, and certainly didn’t like the disgust that painted her features whenever he brought up memories from childhood or interactions with his people.

So beautiful on the outside, and so hideous on the inside.

And strangely, despite you being referred to as her best friend or closest confidant or any of those other words, you were completely the opposite. It wasn’t that you were ugly, in fact that was hardly the case. But you were normal looking. That sort of village square look, like the dancers he’d seen on his trips to festivals. Like those same dancers, you were full of life. Lively, smiley, happy to enjoy every aspect of life no matter how it was perceived and even happier to make others happy.

It was you who asked questions about his kingdom, you who tried all of the local delicacies without wrinkling your nose, you who tried to learn some of the old tongue, and you who bowed just as deeply to his favorite butler as you did to him.

Slowly, day after day, Heeseung was really beginning to want to send Rin back to her island and just keep you at his side instead. Anything to send that annoying witch away. Anything to keep your giggles and smiles right beside him, not dampened by your princess’s- supposedly your friend’s- cutting glares when you got too happy or too talkative.

A strange sort of protectiveness formed then, more than likely thanks to Rin’s behavior yet again. God, he hated how much you bent to her will. Sure, you were lower in ranking, but for her to act so friendly one second and then cackle a tad too cruelly when you were embarrassed or sad?

Disgusting.

You were so much more comfortable with him when the two of you were alone, which was rare. But he’d been trying to set up more opportunities for such interactions. Telling you to meet him one place, telling Rin another, and then pretending it was just an accident as the two of you walked to find her. He’d make small talk then, asking about your home, your family, your dreams. You’d light up like a star. Heeseung couldn’t keep the smile off his face, couldn’t stop the blooming in his chest.

How he wanted to wake up next to your warmth every morning instead.

He knew rationally he couldn’t do such a thing. You were too low in standing, after all. But subconsciously, he’d already begun to court you instead. Helping you down the stairs whenever he could, guiding you with a hand to the lower back, gentle and ginger… Hell, he’d even begun to find himself picking out gifts. Not with Rin in mind, no, but you.

Just like your personalities, you and Rin’s tastes were opposites as well. When it came to gifts, Heeseung took advantage of that fact. He’d deliver a gift to Rin, watch her smile that fake smile and accept it, before seeing the bracelet or ring on you the next day. Passed off like garbage, when you were the intended recipient all along anyways. You were infinitely more grateful anyways, always pulling the bracelets from under your sleeves discreetly to fiddle and admire them.

At a certain point, when the feelings grew heavy and explosive in his chest, he couldn’t hide it anymore. He blatantly stared at you as Rin babbled, walked by your side, tried to gently steer you away from Rin and spend time with you instead… Rin wasn’t stupid, and she was very obviously upset by such matters, but Heeseung couldn’t bring himself to care. Not even when she complained to her father, and her father to his father in turn. He was warned, of course, but Heeseung paid it no mind.

No, when you were around Heeseung was little more than a loyal follower. He’d never seen himself as yearning or a romantic, and yet here he was mentally playing through what your royal wedding would be like. Here he was wondering how soft and warm and inviting you would look beneath the candles, beneath him, all snuggly pressed into the comforters. How sweet that perfume he’d bought you would smell as he nuzzled your neck…

But reality came crashing down, and as per usual it was due to that witch Princess Rin. She’d finally had enough one early evening. Heeseung had cracked a joke he knew would make you laugh. First Princess Rin laughed, awkward and stilted because their humor was nothing alike, before you burst into a cacophony of giggles. Heeseung had leaned in then, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and brushing away a fly-away. As per usual with such gestures, you smiled shyly and your eyes darted nervously to your Princess. But this time, she erupted.

“Oh would you stop putting your fucking arms around her? God, is this some way to try to get me jealous or something? You already have me, no need to go entertaining the help.” She sneered, glare just as annoyed and disgusted as ever. Heeseung paused, brows shooting Jo in surprise, and he felt you tense up beneath his arm.

“I- please remove your arm, your highness?” You squeaked. Heeseung rolled his eyes and held fast.

“Trying to make you jealous? I couldn’t give less of a shit about you. For all I care, you can go right back to your kingdom since you seem to hate mine so much.” He said back, smile kept carefully in place amongst his too-cheerful tone. “You are possibly one of the most annoying humans I’ve ever met.”

Incredulousness. Hurt. Then rage. It was not him she wheeled on then, but you. And that wouldn’t do at all. “Have you been seducing my fiance? You whore! After all I’ve given you too! You were nothing without me and now you think you’re going to steal a prince, do you? God, what was I thinking entertaining someone like you, you waste of-“

Smack.

Heeseung had stood up suddenly, hand whipping through the air. Princess Rin stumbled back, shocked as she cradled her cheek. Heeseung just shook his hand, blowing on his knuckles, and adjusted his sleeves. “It’s just talk, talk, and talk with you. But you never say anything useful.” He mumbled, cutting his eyes at her. It was his turn to look disgusted, to throw the same look right back at her.

“You just- you just hit a princess, you moron!”

“You just called a prince a moron, moron. Do me a favor and head home, would you? I’m sure you’ll have a much better time with the boot-lickers back home.” Out of the corner of his eye he could see you frozen, eyes darting between the two of them in startled, scared glances. He wanted to comfort you, he did, but he had something to attend to first.

“My father will-!”

“Will what? Hm? Will wage war on us? Will withhold shipments?” Heeseung stepped closer, amused smirk sliding over his face. “Will close their ports? What then? Hm?”

There was a long pause before Heeseung whispered the answer.

“Do that, and we will wipe you off the planet.”

Something in his eyes must have been wrong, too intense, too serious in that moment, because Rin paled. For once she looked unnerved. Scared, even. “You have a poor choice in partners.” She finally settled on sniffing, trying foolishly to keep her stance.

“Say something else about her. Give me a reason to do much worse than hit you.”

Rin was gone the next day. The wedding was called off and Heeseung received an earful.

And then, just like that, war was started. And just like that, war was ended. Victory, obviously. Deliciously so, as Heeseung eyed the ring finger he’d received in a delicate silver box from his general. He sighed, turning it this way and that. The ring on the dainty digit was easily recognizable. The royal family sigil of the isles he'd just annihilated.

The same mark that had scarred over under your jaw from one too many slaps.

Heeseung hummed, shifting around in his chair, and removed the ring. No blood staining the metal, luckily enough. He handed the finger off to a butler with a nod of thanks, then returned to what he was doing.

Heeseung wrapped his arms back around your waist, chin right back on your shoulder as he hummed and rocked the both of you. He bathed in your warmth, gently grasping your hand that fit so perfectly in his. “I think it suits you better, personally. The color brings out your eyes.” He hummed, sliding the ring on. You shuddered a bit, but being the polite thing you were you didn’t refuse his gift. Just shook in his arms like a leaf, tears silently steaming down your face.

Your home was gone. More importantly, that bitch was gone. Heeseung’s kingdom would build it anew.

Heeseung just smiled at you, eyes soft and smile widening, and kissed your tears away. You were just so adorable. “Shh, hey, it’s alright…” he cooed. “You’ll get plenty of time to build it up again how it should be when you’re my queen.”

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

No doubt jakeyn has my heart ☹️☹️ could i req a scenario about them having to babysit a niece/nephew and they get baby fever from it..... and possibly discuss about starting a family one day?

& this request! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ oh my gosh this is so freaking sweet stfu rn...this is ADORABLE. oh im crying jakeyn as parents one day??? the most chaotic, but yet, cutest parent duo ever.

──── ONE DAY 🍼☁️🧸 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

"She's too fast," Jake's skidding to a full stop in front of you, hands braced on his knees as he pants, breath heaving, but still—he's smiling. Like his heart has never been so full.

Down the hall—your two-year-old-niece shrieks with laughter, her tiny feet pounding against the floor as she disappears into the bedroom, giggling like the maniac she is.

"She's impossible to catch," Jake chuckles, shaking his head as he watches her turn the corner and into the room, eyes wide with defeat.

You giggle, your hands occupied with assembling three slightly lopsided PB&Js, "You need to get her here for lunch."

"And I will," he promises between wheezes.

You reach across the kitchen counter and hand him a juice box—which he opens and takes a sip from, "Thanks, baby."

"I gave that to you to give to her, but okay. Sure."

An hour later, the three of you are tucked into the couch—your niece curled up fast asleep on Jake's chest, tiny fingers still clutching the fabric of his hoodie.

Her empty juice box abandoned on the floor.

Untouched crusts of her sandwich on the coffee table.

Bluey humming quietly from the TV across from you three.

Jake's stroking her hair gently. Your head rests on his shoulder, your breathes matching his own.

Everything smells of faint peanut butter and baby shampoo.

You glance up at your boyfriend—all soft, quiet, warm, his eyes looking down, watching your niece sleep like she's made of glass and gold.

You smile.

"You're a natural," you whisper.

Jake's eyes flick to yours. His voice drops, soft and quiet—

"Yeah?"

You nod. "She loves you. She hasn't let go of your hand all afternoon."

He glances down again—at the toddler tucked into him like he's the safest place in her world. Then, he looks back at you.

"I kind of...like this," he murmurs. "Like, I knew I'd love her—she's just like you—but this? This feeling? With you here too?"

You nod softly, your cheek brushing against his shoulder, "Yeah. Me too, Jakey."

There's a beat of quietness. Quietness, softness, everything that feels like home.

The sound of the TV. The soft hum of the air conditioner. And the three of you breathing in sync.

Jake's voice lowers again, like it's meant just for you.

"We'd be really good at this," he says. "One day."

And your heart stutters. With hope. Excitement. Wonder.

You lift your head to look at him, your eyes softening at the view.

His cheeks slightly pink. His lashes brushing the top of his cheeks as he blinks at you—pure and tender, like he's never looked at anything longer.

"Not saying we're anywhere near that," he adds, voice a little shy now. "But...I don't know. Watching you with her today—I just kept thinking. You'd be such a good mom, Y/N."

You grin, "I do already make sure you and the boys take your vitamins."

Jake chuckles, matching your smile, "And you always remind me to drink water."

"And I do your laundry and color-code your side of the closet and help you pick out your outfits."

He laughs again—a breathy, shoulder-shaking sound—and leans in you, nudging your temple with his nose. Your fingers absentmindedly go to twirl the soft ends of your niece's hair, Jake's fingers brushing slightly against your own as he continues brushing through her knots.

"Okay, so maybe I'm already the child," he mutters jokingly. "You'll have plenty of practice already."

You snort, nudging him with your knee, the both of you falling quiet again. Jake's hand reaches for yours, guiding it gently so your fingers overlap across her tiny back—closely holding her together, and—

You're smiling. Like your heart has never been so full.

"I think about it sometimes too," you admit softly. "One day."

Jake looks at you—and his eyes go soft again. Round. Deep.

Like he's falling in love with you all over again.

"Yeah?" he murmurs.

"Yeah," you whisper back. "As long as it's with you."

Later that night, after your niece is picked up and the apartment is clean again—PB&J crusts tossed, stray crayons gathered, juice boxes in the recycling—

Jake wraps you up in his arms and mumbles sleepily against your forehead—

"Five kids. Minimum."

You lift your head, giving him a look that says he's absolutely lost his mind.

"Five?"

"Okay, fine," his eyes still closed, a small grin forming on his lips. "Three. And two dogs. Not including Layla. So...three dogs."

"Mmhm," you drop your head back onto his chest. "You're ambitious."

"I'm in love," he says simply, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Same thing."

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[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a cold! yandere who loved you too late and now has to pay the price.

you were annoying! he stands by the fact, constantly clinging onto his arms and twirling with strands of his hair. it was so easy to see you were obsessed and there were times he yearned to push you away from him, to watch you back out in fear and crawl away to never speak to him again.

he was the quiet kid at the back of the class. nobody cared if you bothered him, and though your attempts towards him were always so sweet and sincere he couldn’t handle the frustration that it left coursing through his veins. you were just so clingy.

he never reciprocated, and you came to realise the fact with a hearty acceptance. it broke your heart, noticing the cold looks he sent your way, the smile that always failed to grace his face. you wondered what he’d look like if his face lit up in joy, and you yearned to bring him such a feeling, but over time you realised you were incapable, and as such forced yourself away from him.

he realised too late of the mistake that he had made. thinking back to the lingering touches that you used to leave him with, only to realise that though they had once filled him with such annoyance, they were a feeling that he couldn’t live without.

he scratched at his arms to replicate the feeling, and left them sore and red. he wondered if you noticed, but in the recent days you seemed more invested in your work if anything. you barely gazed at him and he wondered if that was all he had been to you, a phase?

he wondered how long it’d take for him to reach out to you. to force your hands to his neck and beg for your touches again.

[cyberrmusee]

got a request for loser!choso by an anon :3 hope you like it anon!! :D

loser!choso who always watched you from afar, admiring your popularity as you hung with a large crowd of friends, smiling and giggling, jealousy bubbling in his blood.

loser!choso who always secretly left you flowers and notes on the windshield of you car, too scared to face you himself and talk to you, with your large crow of friends surrounding you constantly.

loser!choso who finally gained a modicum of confidence and started complimenting you on your cute & preppy outfits and the way your hair always looked so pretty, a blushing stuttering mess every time he spoke to you—avoiding eye contact.

loser!choso who became obsessed with you and kinda started stalking you on campus, sort of on accident definitely not, he knew your favorite food spots, watched you at every party you attended and even memorized your coffee order at the nearby cafe after watching you order it every straight for a week.

loser!choso who was a complete perv and snapped pictures of you when you weren’t looking, they wouldn’t even be provocative, just pictures of you mid conversation with someone or standing alone, he’d be pumping his pathetic cock in his hand at night while swiping through his camera roll, whimpering your name as he came on his own hand, wishing it was your tight cunt instead.

loser!choso who got caught by you, snapping the pervy pictures of you in your cute little skirt, you scolding him while dragging him by his ear telling him how he’d make this up to you by doing your homework assignments for a month.

loser!choso who finally got to feel your pussy grip him during your ovulation week while you were over at his place letting him do your homework—

his hips clapping against your ass relentlessly as he chased his and yours nth orgasm, while he practically cried into your pussy, profusely apologizing and begging for god knows what, but his hips never faltering.

“m’sorry—ngh—m’sorrrryyyy.. so so s-sorry.. please.. please… pleaseeeee”

you were ruined, you stopped counting how many times you’d came long ago, a mess between your legs as he held your head down into the pillow with one hand while the other held your hip in place. watching his cock slide in and out of you, obscenely loud sloshing and squelching noises bouncing off the wall right along with his whimpers as he reached another climax, abdomen tightening as he staggered his hips and came, painting your insides white with his hot seed for what had to be the millionth time.

you slumped forward, legs and body trembling from the way his cock worked your cunt out, only for him to flip you over into missionary, and get in between your legs, no fucking way, he was still hard.

“no more cho… can’t take it” you breathed out. he whined and leaned closer placing himself at your entrance “m’sorry, just one more.. please.. please.. need it.. need you.. pleaseeeee”

you rolled your eyes “fine one more.. then we’re done, you’ve got homework to finish” you huffed tiredly.

he stopped listening after he heard you say ‘fine’ and sunk right into to you, already crying and whimpering while he rocked his hips forward.

you were sort of amazed at how he could just keep going, how hard he stayed for you, it was kind of an ego boost and you smirked tiredly thinking to yourself ….

fucking loser.

[palesweetsdeer]

Ok ok I had an idea, drunk rain, like in your opinion how would rain act drunk? Also would like a little doodle:3

- five seconds later -

He’s a very unstable drunk and will probably start sobbing his eyes out only to suddenly stop and resume with whatever it is he was doing before that

(I chose Swiss for this because I barely see any content of them which is kinda weird to me)

[adabird]

Being pregnant with Katsuki's kid was like being pregnant with a little chili pepper. Throughout the pregnancy, you had major heartburn and stomach aches. Which leads to you constantly remembering stories from your childhood. Growing up, your mother always told you stories about how you were so bald and so tiny. But when you mix those genes with a tall, muscular man with a full head of hair, you notice that you won't have a little bald baby. No, you'll end up having a baby that was 10 pounds, loud, and with a full head of hair. Maybe that's why you two decided to give the infant the nickname 'chili pepper'.

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: SEASON 2 OPENING THEME (2024)