#♡ ⚊ ⋮ lovely anon

[yujipg]

Face reveal??

mkk

[nottsangel]

art cums the second u slap him for the first time when ur on top

he moans and begs u to hit him harder and degrade him for being such a fucking loser ughhhhhhh

warnings: smut 18+, riding, creampie, face slapping, degradation

it’s only been a few minutes but art already has to bite his swollen lip in order not to cum at the sight of you rolling your hips on top of him, tits bouncing up and down. the sounds of moans fill the room— not yours though, but his, coupled with a string of curse words and your name repeatedly spilling from his mouth.

“baby, ‘m gonna— ‘m gonna cum s-“ art begins but his face abruptly meets the palm of your hand, slapping him on the cheek and leaving a red mark on his skin as a whimper leaves his lips. “you gonna cum already? fuck, you’re so useless art.” you hiss, not even near your own orgasm yet as your hips increase in pace, nails digging into his chest.

“harder, p-please.” art pleads, causing you to furrow your brows. “what?” “i— i want you to slap me again, please, baby.” you scoff at his desperation, feeling a surge of power as you gaze down at him— his blue eyes barely open, his plump lips parted, and his blonde hair clinging to his forehead, sweat trickling down his flushed face.

“so fuckin’ pathetic.” you sneer with a condescending tone before sticking your fingers into his mouth and forcing him to suck on them, “god, you’re such a fucking loser” you remove your spit-drenched digits from his mouth and drag his own saliva over his face, making a mess everywhere before your palm strikes his face with force once more, but even harder this time, the stinging sensation through his skin igniting a feeling of ecstasy throughout his entire body.

“oh my fucking god” art moans with his eyes closed before you suddenly feel a familiar pool of warmth deep inside of you, his hands tightly gripping your hips with all their might. “poor thing, couldn’t hold it any longer, huh?” he merely hums in response, unable to form any coherent sentences as he comes down from his high.

“‘m so sorry, baby. just… feels too fuckin’ good.” he murmurs, chest heaving up and down before you speed up again, bouncing up and down on his cock as his warm sperm drips down the insides of your thighs. hitched breaths escape his mouth as his brows knit together and his muscles tense from the intense overstimulation he’s experiencing. “so you’re sorry, huh? then shut the fuck up and help me cum.”

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[jellinuy]

taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Dark King Miguel and the gentle princess. The original one except Miguel is the king you dread to marry. Even more so when you meet him. He's a hulking man adorned with obsidian armor laced with gold. Cold piercing red eyes. If you weren't terrified, you would have seen how handsome he was, and that his gaze was filled with intrigue rather than hatred.

He takes your hand in armored claws, and kisses it. Now you blush.

You were to spend a good chunk of time in the palace with him until the day of the wedding. At first it's a nightmare because you are with someone who's slaughtered thousands of men, but he's gentle with you. Not exactly kind. But gentle.

Oh oh, imagine she took a little diary with her. She records her time in his lands, and he finds it while snooping in her room (checking for any weapons and such). He reads it and finds quite a bit about her. He rolls his eyes at the passage of her describing her dream man, but he is very intrigued about her wanting a bunch of children. He can give that to her, he wants many heirs too 🤭

Im such a sucker for these sort of tropes :'D ❤️❤️❤️ (Had to write this twice cause Tumblr erased the draft midway 😭😭)

You fretted in your chambers.

Despite the kingdom's overall economy and exterior political relations were thriving, the feeling of wariness set heavyly on your chest. The Queen and King had forbidden your stay at the most recent council's meeting, and when you demanded an explanation, you were met with nothing but silence and pained looks.

"Your Majesty! Come back here! You can't go inside!"

"They are hiding something from me, Lucille. I know it!"

"But you just can't interrupt!" Your maid and friend had been trying to prevent to get in the throne room. She caught your arm and looked solemn for a moment.

"You... You too?"

She shook her head and sighed, pulling you to a more private spot.

"You must be very quiet, ok?" Lucille guided you through a secret little passageway you didn't know the castle had. Hidden in plain sight that took you exactly where you wanted, a small hole on the wall enough for you too take a glimpse of the room.

Sparse, war table on a side, some guards you couldn't recognize stood next to a chair, partially revealing who sat in it. You could only get a small reveal of his arms. Dark skinned, strong arms clad in obsidian and golden that ended in a claw like gauntlet.

"Your Majesty" Your dad spoke, a slight tremor in his voice, "I think we are rushing into conclusions, ser. You'll see our men-"

"I don't want your men, neither your women. My army is more than enough and if I wished, your kingdom would be wiped out at my command."

You father stressed kn his chair as your mother just watched with keen eyes the display of power.

"We might not be a large kingdom, your majesty-"

"You're right, ser. You're like a tiny and annoying stone that got in my greaves, but I have had enough bloodshed for now"

"T-Then what is it you want, your majesty?"

You frowned at the armored man's attitude as dread crept up your bones. His gauntlet curled on his head, pondering as he slicked his soft, wavy and dark locks back.

"Surprise me, your majesty" He sneered the two last words and you swallowed.

"I will give you the most precious thing I possess, your highness." Your mother spoke confidently as her eyes were casted at the man.

"Being?"

"My daughter. The princess."

Lucille gasped and you quickly covered her mouth. His ears perked at the sound and tensed, but ignored it since he just chuckled.

"I came here in order for you to understand why I need the West passage of your borders open, not to get married." He stood and it was yout time to gasp at the size of him. He looked gigantic, your father had to crane his head up to meet his eyes.

"Think about it, your highness." Your mother pressed as she also stood.

"We can't open the passage due to political differences between our Kingdom and Erunia. It's closing wasn't to meddle in your affairs, but more like a preventive solution in our safety, in case an invasion happened. The least of things we would want is another war against a powerful kingdom we know we have no chance against. "

The obsidian clad man seemed to pay attention to your mother's words

"Sure, our Kingdom is thriving again, and economy and politics seem promising, but you must also understand we have nothing much to offer you when we are still recovering from a war. We still mourn, and we are getting on our feet again."

Your throat tightened upon her mentioning mourn. Your brother, the prince had died in battle.

"And for me to offer you, this kingdom's most precious jewel... I'll leave it to your interpretation."

The man seemed to relax slightly. Political things weren't your strength but, you didn't have to be a genius to know that tension had been rising within the neighbor kingdoms. Yours was a small one that served as a bridge among the others. Without you, the rest would collapse bit by bit.

"I offer you protection, in exchange of your daughter."

Tears welled up in your eyes. They were using you like an object. The deal was sealed, and so was your fate.

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You had refused to see your parents after that, your mother had explained that it was for the kingdom's best interest.

"But what about me? I know that is selfish to think this way but, this is not what I want."

"It's not about what you want, more like what must be done. Your duty as a princess is to see for the people's interest, my dear. Our wishes matter little when the men think it's funny to play war."

"But mother, how could I possibly marry someone like that? Arachne kingdom is ruthless! And so is it's ruler!"

"We had no choice, my dear. Your brother... Im sure your brother would have chosen to try and wage a war against him to keep our autonomy... There is enough bloodshed as it is for now." She cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

"Besides, he is not that bad. He was... civil and wise enough to hear us. And now, thanks to you we have his protection and a new chance of being the kingdom we used to be."

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You were set to depart to Arachne's kingdom within two weeks, and you made sure to enjoy the last bits of your freedom in your home. The wedding was set within 3 months. Or so the dark scroll the mysterious man had sent, said.

And when that day arrived, your carriage departed between sobs, anguish and heartfelt goodbyes. You didn't like the feeling of being seen as a martyr, but it gave your people hope.

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If you had to describe Arachne's beauty you'd settle for twisted. A contradiction of many types of beauty melded in a single space. The outskirts were full of thorns so thick you thought your carriage would be crushed before even reaching the castle, but the more your caravan approached, the sceneries changed into something less harrowing to a more utopic sort of settling.

Tall towers stood proud in the different cities, but one thing you couldn't help but notice were the elite guards. Mostly clad in a light armor, red and blue, a spider-skull like emblem on their chest. You weren't allowed to bring Lucille with you, a strange petition from this... Miguel King.

Miguel O'Hara. Ruler of Arachne. Commander of an elite force with abilities that surpassed the common guard forces. Many said it was his secret to get him where he was. Despite the rumors about the kingdom being desolated and hunger stricken, witnessing the opposite with your own eyes made your heart a little hopeful.

After all he had sent a small crew of four to guard you during the trip. A blonde girl with a left side of her head shaven, a tall dark young man with braids on each side of his head slicked back with a look that pierced your soul, Another black man with many perforations in his face, with the strangest hairdo you had seen in someone, and their commander. A tall, black slender woman with a red and obsidian armor. None of you talked during the trip. But the pierced face young man and the blonde girl offered you small, almost sympathetic smiles your way.

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Your arrival at the castle was announced. Your four escorts guided you to the main hall and kneeled before the man you had only caught a minimal glimpse of. Red eyes regarded your form, clad in a emerald green with golden trims dress.

You could notice his eyes widening just slightly as you entering the room. And then he stood. Your breath was caught in your throat and just as your father, you had to crane your head up to meet his eyes. Captivating yet full of unspeakable things. But you were certain, hatred wasn't one of them, rather wonder. He stared at you with mild curiosity.

You revered before him.

"Princess (Name) of Theleria, at your service, my lord." Sweet and soft spoken. A stark contrast of his overall aura. He noticed the small tremor in your hands and chuckled.

"Welcome, Princesa." Despite his imposing and intimidating looks, his royal etiquette shone through.

"Make yourself at home" Or so it did it's best. He returned to his work. He wasn't much for words as you were escorted to your own chambers. You certainly were swooned by the place grandeur and the elite force you had heard so much.

"Your Majesty sends his apologies, he won't be able to meet you during dinner. Would you like to eat on your chambers, or in the dining hall?" The man wore another red and blue armor, you had noticed that only commanders wore a certain type of armor.

"In my room, ser. Thanks."

He nodded with a smile and left. Your room was enormous, easily mistaken for a whole wing. You had dinner in your room.

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"Where is she?"

"In her room. She preferred to eat inside."

"Hm." Miguel hummed as he spreaded some map before him. Peter looking at him.

"Want me to arrange a tea meeting with her?"

Miguel's nose scrunched and he shook his head.

"Make it a lunch. I don't like tea."

"I know, coffee guy. You think her parents will keep their word?"

"They better, if not, we'll wipe them."

"Wouldn't that be harrowing for your future bride?"

Miguel arched an eyebrow at him

"Merely political affairs."

"She's pretty"

"Hm and gentle. You know what happens to gentle people."

"They get an arranged marriage with a ruthless belicist of a king." Peter couldn't help but giggle at his mortified expression.

"One more-"

"And I'm out. I know, I know pal. Get some rest. Your eyebags are packing for vacation already" Peter smiled at his annoyed sigh, then left him be.

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The lunch never came, as you were stood up, again. You had expected much, after all it was an arranged marriage, of course the desire of knowing eachother just for pretense was only in your imagination. However you had noticed that his gaze lingered on you for more than he actually let on.

You had been sorted through the city, to meet it's people, and so far mostly looked happy? Children ran around a fountain, merchants exposed and sold their goods, art supplies and a small leathery notebook, caught your attention. The extense array of colors had you grinning and marveling at things you had never seen before. Charcoals, complete drawing kits, turpentine, canvas made out of the richest materials.

Arachne's people were kind, welcoming and it just made you wonder how such kind of people had a blood thirsty man for a king? Not that he intentionally waged wars just for fun and giggles. Peter watched you with a lazy smile, occasionally recommending things to try. He and the blonde girl, whose name happened to be Gwen, we're kind enough to answer each of your questions. You didn't dare to ask about Miguel. He seemed too busy to be disturbed and by the way his face was always set in a permanent frown, made you wonder how would things would be in your wedding day.

He was aloof, too buried in his own world of War and battles. You couldn't help but nod with an absentminded expression at Peter saying he won't be for dinner either.

"Of course." That's all you uttered before you returned to the castle and retreated to your room. Your chest constricting tightly.

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"You know, getting any sort of contact with her wouldn't hurt you." Peter spoke as he was polishing his gauntlets.

Miguel remained silent, eyes too focused on the scroll before him.

"How was the trip?"

"She was like a kid in a candy store when we stopped in an art shop."

"Something she liked?" Peter smiled and scrubbed the wax away from the gauntlet

"Paintings and art supplies. She loved the cherry pie and couldn't stop marveling at how dreamlike the city looked"

"Hm. Her kingdom is... small. Nothing much to look around. Anyways, get her what she liked. "

"Beg your pardon?" Peter blinked at him

"Told you to get her what she liked."

"Of course. "

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The following days you were either holed up in your bedroom, or in the gardens making small talk with the servants. They seemed good and easygoing people, and it kept you from giving into the loneliness feeling that seemed to loom over your head with each passing day.

Sometimes you'd caught glimpses of him, a small group of elite soldiers tailing behind him in scary synchronization. Your eyes would meet for seconds, but he'd just look away and continue his work.

At this point you knew what the apologetic look on Peter or Gwen meant. He wasn't showing up.

"I'm sorry."

"Have I done something to... upset him this way? To the point of him maybe finding my company repulsive? "

Peter seized you with a frown.

"I know he is a busy man, wars don't wage on their own, I know much. But..." You shook your head and sighed, "Nevermind that. I'm just being pretentious. Bid you a good evening, ser Peter."

You bowed to him and left to your room. You had refused kindly your dinner.

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The next day a couple of guards entered your room as you were writing a letter for your parents. They saluted Peter and left.

"Your Majesty." He bowed and guided your to the medium sized wooden box.

"A gift from the king" Your eyes widened in surprise, your cheeks growing a bit warmer.

"Thank you, ser Peter." You smiled and rummaged through its contents, small squeal upon looking at the leathery notebook you had seen before. Peter left and you wasted no time into enjoying your gift.

Papers, watercolors, oil paints, colored waxes, painting brushes, paint remover, it felt like a dream. Your chest felt giddy at the idea that showed up in your mind.

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You gave Peter a small box with something you had done.

"Ser Peter?"

"Yes, your majesty?"

"Could you give this to the King?" You handed him a small velvet pouch. A small canvas in it.

"Do you think he would like it?"

"I'm sure he will, your majesty" Peter smiled.

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Miguel took the pouch suspiciously, but his eyes widened at the small painting of himself with a small piece of scroll. A fancy and curvy scribblings on it

Thank you for your kindness, my lord.

Your penmanship impeccable, years of princess etiquette and training reflected on it. his lips curved a bit. You had gotten a good angle of him.

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He snuck in your room as you had gone to the city with Peter and Gwen again. This time, the man with the pierced face came along.

He didn't expect it to be so you. Paintings you did, dried on the window, drawings of things that caught your interest the most; cherries, birds, nature, and kids. Not that he didn't trust you, he just wanted to see with his own eyes what you had done so far with his gift.

He was glad to find you hadn't wasted it at all. The leathery book however made him to pick it up. It was your own diary. His hands carefully flipped the pages, reading into his contents.

A drawing of him with the caption "king of Arachne and quite aloof." the latter in small letters. He sighed and flipped the pages.

The bakery man is such a gentleman! And his pies so scrumptious.

He chuckled at the little pie drawing you did. He found more descriptions in what seemed to be this type of ideal man for you. He rolled his eyes. But the last lines of the pages caught his interest the most.

After losing my brother, it has come to my thinking. I would love a big family on my own.

You wanted kids. Heirs.

The steps outside alerted him as he tossed the diary back on your bed, and soon you'd enter through the door. The way your eyes looked at him with surprise made his heart to flutter softly. He had met rivals in the battlefield, all giving him a horrifying look, begged him to not come closer. But never he had someone to look at him like you were.

His eyes softened as he walked over you. Lips pressed together, you bowed.

"My lord."

He bowed too, adding more wide at your surprise.

"Enjoying your gift?".

"Very much. Thank you." His thank you gift came into mind.

"Did you... receive mines?"

"Of course."

"Did you like?"

Sweet face looked at him, expectantly. His pulse quickened.

"Si." He mumbled and you looked at him confused for a second.

"I'll take it as a yes?" You smiled.

So so sweet.

He relaxed.

"I'll see you in the dining hall."

"Oh?"

To your surprise he looked at you as he took your hand and kissed the back of your soft palm.

"Don't be late". He left.

[soapoet]

describing the dynamic...

...a requested continuation of this post.

like & rb if it resonates ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: First day of my life by Bright Eyes

This feels like home. It is familiar and it is sweet. The two of you create an air of comfort, which draws in various orphans of the storm. Like a safe haven amidst stormy seas. A lighthouse. This has the blueprint of starting a found family. Your union echos with lots of laughter, the kind that brings tears and stomachaches. The joy here is tangible and it is imprinted in everything. Your dynamic is like an evolved version of puppy love. It's nervous, but adoring. Giddy and rosy. It feels like best friends falling in love. They know you and you know them at a deep level. The foundation upon which this relationship stands could withstand hurricanes, though there isn't much to worry about. Most issues that crop up seem a little silly, and you may laugh about them afterwards. Personal doubts and misunderstandings are the worst that can happen here, which are mostly due to the doglike loyalty and care you have for one another. Ever seen the face of a pooch when they've done something they shouldn't have? They appear so sheepish even though their mistake or mischief really isn't all that bad or serious. We often laugh at our beloved pets when they appear so apologetic because it is so often wildly out of proportion for their actual crime. The same applies to this relationship. Doubts may occasionally become bigger in your heads and cause a similar out of proportion shame or guilt or concern about how the other will react. Many inside jokes may stem from these situations, actually. Despite the occasional and shortlived whirlwind of doubt and concern about the status of the relationship, your communication is very good and open and clear. You might both simply have a hard time expressing yourselves when it comes to negative feelings and experiences, likely stemming from your upbringing. Which brings me to the point of healing. A key feature of this relationship is just that. Healing. The two of you treat each other the way you wish you had been treated growing up. As though you are raising each other's wounded inner child in a much better, loving, and attentive environment. There is a lot of validation and tenderness present. The reciprocation is beautifully balanced. When one is feeling low, the other takes on a guardian role, comforting and supporting them in various ways. Need a doctor's appointment but you're too anxious to call? Your partner gotchu. Next time they're ill you'll be making them soup and wrapping them up in a blanket. The give and take feels natural, like neither of you need to think twice about it, and best of all: nobody's keeping score.

02.

Shufflemancy: High heels by Mando Diao

Once this one gets going, it's long distance, not a sprint. Considering the delays this relationship experiences before it begins, however, the steady movement doesn't feel slow at all. And although this relationship is very spontaneous and fun, there is a balancing act at play wherein plans for the future are made early on. They want to make sure you're both on the same page and have an idea of where the relationship is headed right from the start to avoid conflicting ideas later. There are some traditional elements to this relationship because they lead a busy life professionally. Plans may be made to have you stay at home once things get serious, though they are very supportive of any business ideas you come up with or already have when you enter into the relationship. This person values ambition and drive, probably just as much as you do, and is very supportive of any endeavours you decide to pursue, and is likely to help fund or network to boost your success.

Expect frequent date nights. This person enjoys romance and works hard to keep the spark alive, so long as they don't feel smothered. When given the space and time they love to shower you with gifts and make you feel special. Travelling also figures strongly, and you may cross many destinations off your bucket list with this person. They favour quality over quantity, though, and may make it a point to spend big bucks on a resort for an extended period of time to really make the most of the destination and the time you get to spend together. It's possible the two of you eventually purchase a second home somewhere you like to visit. The two of you enjoy a rich social life as well, and may frequently entertain people in your home or at different venues. Your energy is contagious and other people are naturally drawn to the two of you because of the fun and welcoming energy created by your union. I'm not seeing much in terms of issues, mostly because the element of fun is so strong here. It feels very balanced because each of you gets to be in your favoured energy and feel appreciated for what you bring to the relationship. Very strong mutual respect. Each of you seem to succeed in life and your careers and projects better because the other is by your side. Reaching higher and farther because of the support of the other. This has an air of'us against the world', as though you are building an empire together. Your success is very new-money and modern. Flashy and extravagant, but still down-to-earth and humble in a way in which you really count your blessings and have much gratitude for what you have together and where you came from. The two of you may help or give back to your community, or donate to charity. It's possible they pay off your family's mortgage or do some other big financial gesture towards your family after the two of you commit. There is a lot of passion in this relationship. Very flirty, and there is a strong sexual attraction. The two of you make each other laugh a lot and may pull pranks on each other. Check out Destene and Brandon on youtube, because their dynamic mirrors this group a lot!

03.

Shufflemancy: Mary on a cross by Ghost

This is the one that will feel like things are too good to be true. You will want for nothing. The dynamic here is almost that of a knight and the one they have sworn to protect, or the royal and the peasant they chose for love. There is much adoration here, and it feels old-timey in a way. If you have been kissing frogs before, this one will really surprise you. They enjoy traditional courting and may look down upon the modern era of dating and the attitudes surrounding it, and don't like most of the people making them offers. They also appear to compensate for time spent apart through lavish gifts, and making sure you have everything that you need. There are a lot of calls and messages being sent back and forth, especially during their time away. They're very supportive of your studies or the projects you're working on, and will do everything in their power to create a good environment for you to do what you need to do. There is a strong possibility of them asking you to accompany them on their business travels, in an effort to help the two of you spend more quality time together. You have an energy that differs so much from what they have to deal with in their professional life, and they derive a big boost of motivation and confidence from it. It is almost as though they see you as their lucky charm.

The primary cause of friction appears to come from outside the relationship. You may frequently receive strange looks when you're together, or the way you differ somehow causes tension amongst your partner's peers. They, however, are incredibly proud of you and encourage you to speak your mind and stay true to yourself. They think you're perfect and don't want you to change, especially not through pressure from the kinds of people they find shallow or even fake. There could be instances where people try to steal your partner, but they fail horribly because of your partner's devotion to you. This can also go the other way, wherein people begin to pursue you in an attempt to steal you away from your partner, as if to spite them. You may receive invitations, offers, and gifts from people, especially ones you meet through your partner. This reveals a jealous streak in your partner which is very prevalent, but not in a toxic or controlling way. Because they have such social grace and know how to play the game, they never target you with their jealousy and dismay, but those who try to get in between. They are protective of what's theirs, but are very graceful and strategic in their methodology of solving problems. This also lends itself well to any wrinkles that need ironing in the relationship, because they don't appear to get angry and have a mentality that it's not you vs. them, but the two of you vs. the problem.

This dynamic may sometimes lead to waking up alone, but there is sure to be a lovely note left behind, or they may send flowers. They like to let you sleep in, and find you to be at your most beautiful when you're asleep because of the serene look on your face. You really help them feel at peace, which is something quite difficult for them to achieve on their own. They have trouble relaxing or doing things without it somehow boosting their qualifications or adding to their resume. You help them pick out books to read just because, watch movies regardless of their acclaim and accolades, go thrifting for the fun of it or visit the sweet little side street boutiques and unknown cafés. They really just feel like they have access to more oxygen when you're around, as though they've spent their whole life holding their breath and they can breathe easily and deeply around you.

04.

Shufflemancy: Me the machine by Imogen Heap

There is a whole lot going on here mentally. The two of you spend a lot of time talking, for hours upon hours. "Is that the sun?" can become a frequent phrase used when time slips through your fingers as you talk the night away to watch the sunrise. The two of you love to debate, especially in regards to matters you agree on, because it seems you reach the same conclusion from different angles and enjoy discussing each other's detours. They love picking your brain and value your opinions. There is a bit of a hopeless romantic in them, which may catch you off guard every time due to their cerebral nature. They might leave you notes or share songs to express their feelings. To them you are an equal, a missing puzzle piece that helps them see the bigger picture. You two are like the seeker and the explorer. They like holding hands and being close to you, but seem a little hesitant, even months into the relationship. You are certainly the more open and affectionate one, whilst they tend to be a little shy. Their awkwardness is quite charming, though, because they do try their best to show their love and support. Support plays a big role here, too, as they have a lot to teach you in various areas of life and you will grow quite a bit during this relationship. They are an excellent mentor and encourage you to chase your dreams, but are also good at holding you accountable. They can be a little blunt and clumsy with their words, but they mean well and wish for you to be the best that you can be and never sell yourself short. They really won't let anybody talk down on you, least of all you yourself. They have very high standards so any self-loating on your part feels insulting to them. They wouldn't date you if they didn't think you were incredible.

They enjoy your company and express genuine interest in your thoughts and ideas. You share many interests and engaging in them together is a big part of this relationship. You two are stronger together and can face many hardships with greater ease due to how you complete one another. Not in that you aren't whole on your own, but that your individual strengths and weaknesses balance each other out. Where you lack, they're abundant, and vice versa. It really makes for a dynamic duo, albeit one that may from the outside appear mismatched or peculiar. That does not stop you, though, and they especially have very little care for what other people think. The two of you may collaborate on various projects, or work together towards both joint and separate goals. Your minds and talents blend beautifully together, and your relationship is potent with inspiration and motivation. Tackling difficult tasks and the daily grind appears easier when you can delegate things depending on your individual strengths. The source of strife mostly stems from misunderstandings. Both of you value communication, but on occasion words are left unsaid or too much is said without prior thought and one of you gets hurt. This does not seem to ever be on purpose, just accidental slip-ups and thoughtlessness.

05.

Shufflemancy: Boys do cry by Marius Bear

Which one of you brought the gasoline? The dynamic here is hot and heavy. Passionate, as though desperation and need is causing you to crawl into each other's skin and wear each other's hearts. It can get a little crazy, fast paced and wild, in most things that you do. And you may get into quite a bit of trouble together, too. When Billie Eilish said 'I'm the powder, you're the fuse; let's add some friction' the two of you were taking notes. There is a lot of push and pull, and the relationship contains a lot of drama. Though I don't feel like that is wholly unwelcome, strangely enough. It seems beneficial for the two of you to keep each other on your toes, like you both crave some explosive feelings to feel fulfilled. This relationship really isn't for the faint of heart. But whilst others watch in horror, you make each other feel alive in this almost feral dance. They are very protective of you, and you of them. It's like you give each other scary dog privilege because nobody else can swoop in to steal a heart while the other stands on watch. You're both a little possessive, but it boils down to the deep connection you have feeling so intertwined with the very cores of your beings that losing the other would feel like losing yourself. Definitely worth checking yourselves for co-dependency to be sure it does not go overboard, but so long as you keep your individuality intact, this one is one hell of a ride. A ride or die, in fact. You are truly partners in crime and feel dangerously powerful together, like you could take over the world and overcome anything.

I won't sugar coat this: there is a lot of turmoil that the both of you conjure up. Most of the issues in this dynamic stem from the heightened emotions you are both capable of, and if either of you start wielding them as weapons it will cause even more explosive emotions. I will say, though, that this only gets physical in the make up part of the show, as the actual strife is emotional and verbal in nature. Because you care a lot for each other, neither would dare lay a hand on the other. The thought of you getting hurt by them or anyone or anything else would upset them greatly, and it's the same in reverse. You mirror each other a lot, and have much to learn from each other. Much of it will feel heavy and burdensome since you will be facing your own demons within the other person, and that's never easy. Fortunately there is a lot of gentle care here, too. Since you both feel things so strongly and have similar experiences in life, it is much easier for you to sympathise with each other and support each other. This is one of those relationships where you truly do not need to hide or be on your best behaviour, because you have both weathered storms and do not easily flinch when the thunder and lightning begin to roar, and you both provide each other shelter when needed.

06.

Shufflemancy: Light by Sleeping at last

I remember seeing a writing prompt once upon a time with the premise of seeing in greyscale until you lock eyes with your soulmate, and this has that exact energy. It really seems as though this person lead a very monotonous life until you barged in, inviting the sunshine into their life. Because in many ways they view you as the light of their life, they are very protective of you. You bring them much joy, laughter, and relaxation, all things they do very little of, at least successfully, and find themselves more able to partake in the joys of life in your presence. You are a breath of fresh air, as though someone finally opened up a window inside a stuffy office. They see stars in your eyes and they want nothing more than to preserve them, and make them shine even brighter. There is a little bit of a saviour complex here. Anything you struggle with they don an armour for to protect and to serve. Because you nurture their soul and heal their wounds with your tender love and care and expand their horizons with your sense of wonder, they feel compelled to take care of you. It feels almost familial, but not in a weird way. It is as if they want to keep your childlike wonder alive and well, and right any wrongs that come your way. They take a load off your shoulders frequently, and may especially take on all your mundane tasks and paperwork. They love your playful energy and can see that the stuffy stressors of life cage that bird in, and they want to see you soar. This is a very healing connection for both of you. You balance each other out whilst being a mentor for each other, teaching each other your strengths so that you two can feel whole and capable all in your own right. You are both willing to bend, to try new things, allow the other to show you new worlds and explore possibilities. Very likely to lead to marriage, and it would be a very happy and functional one because of the growth you inspire in one another both as individuals and together as one. It's like your relationship begins as a little sapling, slow, but once it has been given the space to grow it grows big and strong and will withstand any storm and leave behind a legacy, like your future children putting up a swing for their children on the tree you two once sowed.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[princessbrunette]

out of curiosity, how do you think the boys would deal with the different readers and what would be their next best pairings

eg, rafe with deer!reader or pope with bunny!reader

hmmm def not rafe with deer reader hes too much of a loose cannon she’d be terrified bless her heart </3 id say rafe with kitty!reader. she’s a little on the peculiar side but definitely can get into be spoiled — spending her time all curled to his side sleeping and if she’s sleeping she’s not getting herself in trouble so he’s fine with that. kitty!reader can get a little bratty and snarky if she’s tired or hungry but that’s nothing rafe can’t handle infact i think she’d benefit from the firm hand !

jj and puppy reader for sure, he’s like a puppy himself so the two of them would have a lot of fun <3 lots of running around and he’s got the energy to tire her out when she’s all energetic but also pin her down and get her to calm down :)

pope and bunny reader !! she’s all ditsy and pope sees all the potential in her, like she’s a blank canvas who can be taught sooo much stuff. she’s a kook sweetheart so his parents are gonna be impressed by her regardless and i can see him being so exasperated by her getting into situations in her little skirts but he’d look after her the best and lead her onto the right track <3 would probably secretly like helping her with her hair and outfits too

john b and deer!reader <33 goes without saying. he’s calm, understanding and gentle so she’d never be afraid and always feel safe in his arms <33 she’s curious, so his adventurous spirit would entice her and she’d have lots of fun :)

[l0v3tast3]

damn right!!!! pervy neighbor!toji would indeed end up having the reader move in with him and he will absolutely love iiiit... that means he can’t have his hands to himself at all, like imagine him fucking the reader and filling her up in in the morning before she goes to college, and later when he comes back from work he can have her again without any worries to be interrupted (still tries to get the reader preggo tho)

damn fucking straight anon!!! you're so damn right...... *kisses u on ur forehead* ur a genius anon ur so smart mwah !! (๑˘︶˘๑)

toji is quick to interrupt your broken whines about being late to class by pressing harder against your upper back, pushing you down from your elbows until your head is turned, the side of your face pressed into the mattress. "you're still thinkin' about that?" he breathes, using his other hand that's gripping your ass to pull you back and forth on his dick like a toy. toji's goal, other than seeing you swell with his baby, is always to make you as dumb as possible before he sends you off to college. it's adorable watching you stumble frantically out the door on wobbly legs, glaring at him while you give him a quick kiss on your way out.

once he lays his chest over your back and buries himself as deep as possible to cum inside you, toji tells you to make sure not to spill a single drop with a salacious grin and a filthy kiss that leaves a string of spit between your lips. as angry as you pretend to be with him for making you late to your first class of the day, toji always hears his phone ding! with a text from you a couple of hours after he leaves for work. he knows by now to open it while he's on his own. you'll send him a picture in a bathroom stall of the mess he made of you with a text saying how much you missed him and needed him to fill you up again. toji just doesn't understand how he managed to get so lucky with his sweet little girlfriend.

after he spends the rest of the day with an aching cock, he gets home to find you on your shared bed doing your homework. you're laying on your stomach, kicking your feet in the air with earbuds in playing your favorite music, angled away from the door so you don't hear him come in. toji loves how you jump a little when he walks over and runs a hand down your back and under the hem of your shirt. you'll take out your earbuds and exclaim how he needs to stop sneaking up on you, but he's already tugging you up to your knees so he can kiss you hard enough to arch your back against the strong arms wrapping around you. "always such a fuckin' tease, sendin' me that shit while i'm at work. y'want more of my cum in you, princess? hm, i don't think y'deserve it after making me hard all fuckin' day. gonna have to make it up to me, sweetheart."

tl;dr, toji's routine with you once you move in with him <3

[hyunsvngs]

Ok so ot8! Poly skz who all spoil u and treat you like the princess u r but channie is the only one you feel safe enough with to go into subspace 🥺 and one day ure cuddling with the members (lets go w lix and minho cuz imma hoe for them) and one of them kinda brushes their thumb on ur lips or make u suck on it and u get all floaty and fuzzy just as chan enters the room and ure all grappy hands and “daddy🥺🥺” and he COOS AND COME SCOOP YOU UP AND ASSHSGYWISOSUSGSSJSK

I literally can’t stop thinking about this scenario plz continue cuz my mind went mush🫰🏻

-kuromi anon

i propose:

minho was fingering you on the couch, and lixie had kindly placed his thumb in your mouth for you to suck steadily on. you were too loud, too loud for chan and jisung who were working in the next room but you just couldn’t help yourself! minho’s degradations mixed with little praises were sending you into a very, very floaty space. you hadn’t ever entered your subspace without chan, who was a pro at making you feel all fuzzy, protected and overwhelmed, so you assumed it simply wouldn’t happen.

until that moment. something about the way the two men were crowded around you, limbs intertwined underneath a fluffy, knitted blanket made you feel so safe. your feet were in your favourite frilly socks but you were bare otherwise, apart from a t-shirt of jeongin’s that felix currently had his hand underneath. it was just so comfortable, familiar with two of the boys you loved most.

you could feel yourself slipping. minho noticed, too, his pointy nose brushing your cheek as he quickened the pace of his fingers. “aww, are you feeling floaty, kitty?” his smile was heard through his voice, your eyes being closed in ecstasy prohibiting your vision. felix giggled from next to you, hand stroking through your hair while you suckled on his thumb.

“so fucking cute,” felix whispered, his eyes wide with awe. his lips stretched into a smile when his thumb went to stroke across your lip and you chased it with your mouth. “look at her getting all fuzzy with us. it’s s’ sweet!”

“mm, our slut just loves my fingers so much, huh? you don’t even need your daddy here to help you, gettin’ all sweet for us without him,” minho bit into your earlobe softly, fingers curving to probe your gspot. you shifted, your legs thrashing underneath the soft blanket. all of a sudden, it was like things started to make sense to you. you felt so so safe with minho and felix, two of your favourites if you were being honest - but you wanted your daddy.

“d-daddy,” you whine, head thrashing back against the fabric of the sofa. minho chuckled next to you, shaking his head fondly. felix moved his wet thumb to circle over your clit, heightening your pleasure and making you gush over minho’s knobby digits. your eyes fluttered open, only to shut again just as quick. you couldn’t take it. “need- need- hnnng, minnie, minho, please, need it-“

minho’s chuckling again, his fingers thrusting into you just a tad deeper. “open your eyes.”

you opened your eyes on command, eyes hazy with the light of the room. the main light wasn’t on, only the smaller lamps dotted around the room, but you still felt like the room was way too bright. blinking a few times, trying hard to ignore the way you were very, very close to cumming, your eyes settled on a figure by the door.

chan. he was standing there, bulging arms crossed over his chest and a soft smile on his face. he looked proud, so proud to see you succumbing to your headspace like that even when he wasn’t there. but, he was there, present, and he started to stalk across the room to you like you were prey.

“i’m guessing she’s slipping,” chan mused when he reached your body, hands smoothing over your thighs on top of the blanket. you let out a whine again, all of your thoughts going blurry with the headspace you were going into. it definitely didn’t help that felix was rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves so precisely, minho was hitting your gspot… you felt like you were going to die.

“slippin’ so nice for us, she’s such a good girl,” you gasped sharply when felix’s deep timbre hit your ears.

chan giggled, his fingers starting to play with the frills of your socks underneath the blanket. “what’s up, baby?”

“hnng, daddy- ‘m gonna cum, oh, oh- can i, can i?”

chan cooed at you, his eyes soft beneath wild, dark curly hair. “of course you can, baby. such a good girl.”

♡ juno

[yujipg]

ur like the coolest person ik on kpopblr tbh 🤭

thank you so much my love 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[nottsangel]

rafe using anal toys on you!!!!!!!

you already feel so fucking full and yet still desperate for more, even with rafe balls deep inside your pussy as he now also prods at your other hole with a pink butt plug. with your head down on the soft pillow and your ass up, you eagerly wait for rafe to push the plug into you, feeling your arousal trickle down your already trembling legs.

“you can take it, yeah?” you roll your eyes at him, growing impatient as you feel the sticky lube everywhere. “rafe, just fucking do it or i’ll do it myself” “a’ight, a’ight. calm down, jesus. so fucking impatient.”

he slowly pushes the plug into your tight hole, nearly thinking it won’t fit before you suck in a sharp breath, feeling completely stretched out from both holes now, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head with your mouth falling open.

“ohhh my fucking god, shit baby” rafe groans as it’s now fully inside of you along with his pulsating cock, the sight alone nearly making him cum as he throws his head back to collect himself. the sensation causes your head to spin as rafe leans forward to push your head further into the pillow before he slaps your ass, making you squeal.

“oh fuck rafe, feels so fucking good” you moan weakly as he sets a steady rhythm, causing you to grip the sheets, your nails nearly tearing it apart. your mind is all fuzzy as he increases his pace, his hands firmly gripping the skin of your hips as he moves your body to meet his thrusts with his balls slapping against your sensitive clit. “of course it does, shit, need both holes filled like a fucking slut, huh? yeah, gonna get you a cute plug with my initials on it next time.”

pt 2

[seattlesellie]

skater gf Ellie that holds your hips when teaching you how to ride , loves to teach you how to balance <3 she would love to do little tricks for you <3 and if you fell she would run over to you and wouldn't let you practice with her anymore because she doesnt want you to get hurt :((( all like "baby no more practicing, I don't want you to hurt yourself. go slow no more tricks ok"

also the type of gf that wants you to kiss the bruises all over her knees from a day at the park <333

“go slow no more tricks, okay?” stop stop it right now im about to cry

skater gf!ellie who makes you put on a silly little helmet after you get hurt for the first time and youre all whiny “but ellie… i look so dumb” and she tries to hold her laugh cause you really do look a little stupid but she’s just “no you dont, babe you look so cool”… and then she takes it off of you and puts it on herself; “would you say that i look dumb with this on?” and she like points at it and smirks and you’re like “yeah… i think you do” and you’re all pouty but she puts it on you again, “well, m’sorry babe but i’m not the one who keeps falling down” n then pats it so it shakes around your head & tightens the strings and makes sure its protecting you just right :((

skater gf!ellie who has your hand intertwined with hers as you skate away in your silly helmet and she runs with you and stops you when you go too fast & picks you up off of the skate cause she can’t help it and then spins you around and tries to kiss you but that helmet bumped her forehead so she takes it off— “fuck it” and kisses you ughhh

skater gf!ellie who is so overdramatic when she falls and pretends to have a limp just to see you go down on your knees and kiss her on the thigh !! caresses your head when you give her little kisses “there you go” n shes all “thanks babe, feel so much better now” and she almost chuckles at how sweet you are and gives you the biggest puppy eyes known to man

skater gf! ellie who shows you her “cool tricks” and makes dorky noises like “POW” “look at me babe” and then if one of the tricks goes wrong she gets all frustrated and is like “ok no— the floor is fully crooked i need to find a flat space hold on” and insists on showing you them right and gets so excited and happy when you’re impressed

“its nothing… learned it in like a day” and its not even true!! it took her a week and 7 scratches on her knees.

skater gf! ellie who gets so excited to bring you out to the skatepark for the first time & shes all proud with her arm around your waist cause all of her cool skater friends can finally see her girlfriend like they thought she was lying but here you are !! she fully has a gf and shes so proud and thinks shes all cool and badass and they’re like “oh shit… we thought you were making shit up”

[ovaryacted]

Listen. Im headfirst on the “Leon is a sub” train. And you got me thinking about toys and Leon.

Leon with a lil vibrator inside of him. You’re controlling it. It started off with a dull easily ignored hum on his prostate. It feels good but not enough to get him going.

Then at random times you spike it. First time you did it, Leon was at home and he dropped his cup. Those spikes of intense vibrations get longer and longer. Leon’s clawing at his desk, trembling because you set the toy to max and where he’s sitting the vibrations are directly on his p-spot. He has to bite his knuckles to stop from moaning out loud.

He gets so close to the edge. So close to orgasm before you cut the toy and it’s back to the dull vibrations he felt before. You do this multiple times throughout the day and by the end of it, Leon is a frazzled mess.

He’s begging you with tears in his pretty eyes to just let him cum. He’ll do anything. He’s sobbing so beautifully.

Or. Hear me out. Leon bouncing on a dildo. It’s just alittle too big to make him have tears in his eyes. But he loves it. His mouth is open, moaning, sobbing and weeping as he rides the toy.

But the kicker, you’re not letting him touch his dick. So he just becomes delirious with pleasure, begging you to let him touch himself. He’s been such a good boy. He starts pleading with you that he’s so desperate to cum. He’s been good, why won’t you let him touch his dick.

He looks so beautiful so fucked out and messy. He’s just…. mwuah <3

-“angsty” anon (it’s me. The one who sends you a flipping thesis every time haha)

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Angsty anon…now you know you’re not right for sending me this and thinking I’m gonna be normal about it like…you fucking cooked here, burned the whole kitchen down. Let me give you a smooch on the forehead for the good food MUAH!

But Leon using toys, that would be so fucking fun. In all honesty, I see it starting as a game, where you both try to see who lasts longer than the other. With you, he edges you unexpectedly, usually when you’re running errands versus at work because he wouldn’t take it that far. You’re in the grocery store? He uses the remote-controlled vibrator on you on a whim and makes you clench while you’re ordering cut meats from the butcher. His favorite time to use it is when you’re both going out to dinner, he enjoys watching you squirm as you drink your wine across from him.

It was fun for him when he had that control, but once the roles were reversed he instantly regretted it. When Leon is on the receiving end, it’s nonstop edging that’s borderline torturous.

This game first started when you suggested he try a toy out and let you tease him the way he does when he has the remote. At first, he thinks you’d take it easy on him, that you would give him breaks. Boy was he wrong, underestimating your craving to prove him wrong.

When he’s home, you tell him to use the toy, letting it buzz at the lowest setting so it’s not too much for him to handle. He thinks he’s in the clear and starts doing laundry or other household chores. Until the vibrations instantly go up three levels without a break, it takes him off guard, making him drop whatever he’s doing and lean against the wall for support. He feels lightheaded as his dick twitches in his pants, and he tries so hard not to squeeze himself as his thighs shake. He could feel the need to release growing in his gut, biting his lip to avoid making a sound that would be too loud to come from him.

All of a sudden, the vibrations stop altogether, and Leon huffs out a breath as his heartbeat evens out. This repetitive cycle happens throughout the day, where the vibrating toy would jump towards the more intense levels or you’ll use a pattern that makes him feel like he’s going crazy. Every time the vibrations just stop, he whines and patiently waits to feel it again, his body growing hotter and more sensitive when you click that button.

He pretends like he doesn’t enjoy the game, the constant edging, but you’re not so gentle when teasing your lover in the first place. You do all of this to teach him a lesson, to show him what rewards he will get once he learns how to be disciplined. The worst part about this situation is you ordered him not to touch himself as you did this, leaving his cock aching and sensitive to the touch.

When you finally give him some peace from the teasing, Leon is needy and searching for your touch. The moment your fingers so much as skim his cheek, he’s shivering under you, craving for more. After being edged for so long, practically all day, it doesn’t take long for him to cum the second your hands wrap around his cock, whispering in his ear and praising him for listening to your orders. You reward him by milking him dry for the entire night, pulling every orgasm you can get until he tells you he can’t take anymore and he’s shooting blanks.

But using a dildo? Leon can’t fake his feelings or edge himself with one. Instead of teasing him when he uses one, you let him fuck himself in front of you. You like watching him get dumber every time he lifts himself on his strong knees, just for him to slam his body back down with a loud moan. Words of praise and degradation slip out of your mouth, making Leon’s ears turn red from pleasure and his face flush down to his neck.

He’s pretty like this, probably the prettiest you’ve seen him. Tears ran down his cheek, drool spilling down his lip and his chin, whimpering at the way he felt stretched out around the dildo that rubbed along all of his good spots. His length was spilling the more he moved, bouncing on his pelvis and hard as a rock, tip red and hypersensitive to the damn air.

Leon begs under his breath, not knowing what he was begging for exactly, but just says he needs more. You bring his face in between your legs with a yank of his hair, letting him use his tongue to lap up at your arousal as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“That’s a good boy”, you’d purr at him, moaning at the way he sucks on your clit, digging his nose into your pussy and sending his senses into overdrive. A single phrase like that will make him cum all over himself, making a mess of his lower stomach and gasping for air. All you can do is admire how fucked out he looks, a pathetic mess for you to love and care for. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[wegc]

just want hyunjin to slap me in the face a few times while im a drooly mess on my knees looking up at him >< anws how was ur day babess! - ♡ anon

GOEMDJEKE slapping kink is top TIER he would be so nervous at first :( he doesn’t wanna hurt his little angel :( oh, but how can he resist when your nuzzling your cute little head up against his palm, big, hopeful eyes peering up at him, silently begging :(

he’d do it softly at first, still testing the waters, until you bump your head against his crotch in protest, whining at him to go harder. he’ll just have to give his pretty baby what she wants right??? ahjekke he’d hate himself for the way his cock throbs at the sight of your teary and fearful eyes, or perhaps the way your cheeks become slightly bruised :(

[inkbybambi]

i need soft simon who knows you're sensitive and nervous so he tries to calm your nerves during sex and asks if you're ok with what he's doing :'( fuck i need him so bad :"(((

simon is honestly the biggest sweetheart with you, especially during sex ): like this soft, sweet creature he's been gifted?? he adores you more than words can say. wants — needs — to keep you safe, needs a reason to come home at the end of the day.

sex with you is sacred, he treasures each time he gets to take you apart with his lips and tongue and fingers. takes his time finding every spot that makes you whine and mewl for more, fingers curling in his hair to keep him close.

the first time you take his cock? oh my god he's obsessed ):

you're placing so much trust in him and he would rather be six feet under than cause you any hurt or discomfort.

each time you do something new with him, your nerves light up like a wildfire and consume you — you're so worried. you need him more than you've needed anything else in your entire life but you can't stop the way you tremble under his touch, voice lost and stuck in your throat, breath uneven.

and he notices. of course he does ): his sweetheart, who's been nothing but good to him, good for him. he feels you under his touch, the way you're trying to be so brave for him.

the softest kisses against every part of your body ): your thighs and hips. up your belly and to your sternum, dragging his lips across the marks he left on your throat. he settles you, tension seeping from your body as you languidly kiss him, heart slowing and calming.

he's not a predator and you'll never be his prey.

everything he does, he asks for your okay. never satisfied with your sounds, always always needing your words. he takes you so slowly, tells you everything he's going to do, every touch he's giving you, the way he moves your body to fit comfortably against him. you're so sensitive to his touch ): but he takes care of you, always.

and he's like this every time. never assumes that because you were okay with it one day that you're okay with it another. he places your comfort and pleasure above all else in a way no one ever did ):

like he loves you so much and he wants to devote and devour you and know that he's doing right by you ):

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

i feel like xavier loooves quiet subs .. no loud or exaggerated moans just sweet quiet whimpers n whines that only he would ever get to hear :(

omg anonie i love this bc you get me... he has the vibes !! 😭🙌 there's just something about him that exudes quiet quiet nights of passion, and perhaps that's why i tend to write him so soft,,, BUT. i think even when he's being rough he'd still rather have you whimpering into your pillow. he'd tell you to muffle your moans if you have to, just to stop yourself from being loud... because at least if you're a little more quiet, you can focus more on his whispers in your ear and all the pleasure he's giving you, just the same way he can focus on your sounds and the way he's the only one who will ever ever hear them 🤲🤲 and honestly that's very hot of him <3 i'll be quiet for you xavi <3