#Midnight Darling 💋

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! LOVE RIVAL! : They’ll never love someone like you! I’m smarter, richer, the best spouse one could ever look for!

[Y/N]: Not to mention hot.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL! : A—

YAN! LOVE RIVAL! : I’m—

YAN! LOVE RIVAL! : [ Completely red ] TH- THAT ISN’T FAIR! YOU CAN’T JUST SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!

[Y/N]: . . . 100/10. Would smash.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL! : [ Dies ]

[zablife]

Hello, Lee! 💋 I hope you're doing lovely! It is amazing to see your requests open! I've dropped in to put my request in your ask ever since my last gifset here the thought of getting on his nerves while he works is massacring the insides of my head 🫠 imagining the whole scenario over how tommy would give the reaction to his wife, i was hoping if you'd write something related to this!

Totally not squealing as i send this in but I fully leave the idea upto you & whatever you will come up with cause i believe in you!! Take your time and have fun with it, darling! BUT one thing I'd mighty love to give you is the category....can it be smut? 😈

Holding in my own uncontrollable squeals of glee at your request, M 🤭 Tysm for sending this! I hope you enjoy the short piece I wrote based on your magnificent gifset and some Marilyn Monroe inspo you posted the other day 😉

Midnight Wanderings 🔞

"It's after midnight, Y/n. What are you doing awake?" Tommy asked without looking toward the open door. Even in the dim light from the fireplace, he knew you by the voluptuous shadow you cast upon the wall.

"I couldn't sleep without you. Come to bed," you purred. You crossed to him, swaying your hips so the shimmering satin of your thin, nude colored dressing gown would catch the flickering firelight.

Despite the fog of cigarette smoke surrounding his desk,  the distraction worked. When Tommy looked up at you, his eyes grew wide at the sight of your curves draped in the luscious fabric. He sat motionless for a few moments as he took in the high slit at the side of your leg. It opened with each subtle movement, exposing just enough of your thigh to reveal you weren't wearing any underwear. He swallowed harshly at the plunging neckline which displayed the tops of your breasts threatening to spill forth and the way your nipples were stiffening in the chilly air of his office.

Removing his glasses with two hands, Tommy exhaled deeply, as he pushed away thoughts of who else might have seen you in such a vulnerable state, tempting them to have their way with you. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he cleared his throat before attempting to discipline you. Bringing his palms together as if in prayer he pleaded, "For the last time, Y/n, would you stop wandering the halls half naked?"

Feeling bratty, you rolled your eyes at your husband’s over protective, and frankly prudish, nature. You’d attempted to reassure him several times your desire to be naked was a harmless habit and quite natural. You disliked the feeling of rough fabrics upon your sensitive skin, preferring to sleep in the nude, skin to skin with Tommy. And how did he expect you to rest this evening without his comforting warmth? There was only one solution and that was luring him back upstairs.

Your hand hovered over the bow at your waist, fingertips tugging ever so slightly as you boldly replied, “I can come down nude next time if you like. In fact, I prefer it.” Tommy’s eyes momentarily flashed with fire at your disobedience. Seeing the veins in his hands protrude as he flexed and his jaw clench in frustration flooded you with an even greater need for him.

You bit your lip as you wondered if he might take you on the velvet sofa, hands and knees sunk deep into the plush cushions. Or if he was truly angry, you’d be left to satisfy yourself against the rough tweed of his trousers, clutching his neck while murmuring half-hearted apologies. Suddenly you didn’t care what the outcome would be so long as you had him close to you. Shrugging off the thin layer of material you wore, you proudly displayed every inch of yourself as you ran a hand down your body enticingly.

“Get over here,” Tommy commanded, watching you preen, but the slight hitch of his breath and the hungry look in his eye told you his desire far outweighed his twisted jealousy. Pushing away from his desk you could see the effects of your teasing, the bulge in his trousers growing as you perched on his lap to soothe him with a manicured hand.  

“Take me to bed,” you suggested sweetly, resting your head on his shoulder.

He caught your chin in a firm grasp, craning your neck toward his face at an awkward angle as he raised an eyebrow at you in challenge. “Not yet," he whispered against your lips before stealing a kiss. He lifted you up onto your feet and turned you away from him in one swift movement, caging your body against the desk. You stifled a gasp of surprise as your stomach hit the edge, listening to the jingle of his belt with delicious anticipation.

Entering you with a single, harsh thrust, he gripped your waist as he fucked the tension away, your little whimpers and moans spurring him on. The feeling of his skin meeting yours sent you into a delirious state and you nearly collapsed if not for his strong hold on you. His hand slipped to your throat possessively as he urged you toward your end, praising you for taking him so well.

Unable to hold out any longer, he came inside you with a sigh of satisfaction before placing a tender kiss to your shoulder. Then he withdrew with a hiss, leaving you empty, but blissfully exhausted. “Now we can go up,” he said quietly, tucking himself back into his trousers.

You nodded lazily, moving to gather your robe, but Tommy's hand pulled you back. “Leave it,” he instructed with a wicked smile. "Isn't that what you want?" Splaying a large hand against your lower back, he guided you up the grand staircase and down the hall toward your bedroom. And as he watched you sway happily in the candlelight, his pupils dilated once more at the wetness seeping from between your thighs. He had to admit, you’d never looked more beautiful wandering the halls of Arrow House.

[gyuhanniescarat]

Cupcakes & Kisses

there’s no way a snow day spent indoors with your boyfriend could possibly go wrong, right? then again… most people’s significant other isn’t choi seungcheol.

pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader

genres/tropes: fluff, smut (MDNI 18+, or you will be blocked), established relationship, slice of life, idol cheol, office worker au (feat. kep1er yu jin, fromis_9 ha young, le sserafim chae won), snowed in

word count: 3.3k

warnings: love-drunk cheol, pussy-whipped cheol, DIRTY TALK (i apologize for going off so much; you wouldn’t believe me if i said i wrote this while darl+ing & crush on loop), cheol has an oral fixation, fellatio/oral (m receiving), CHEOL IN SPECS (yes, this IS VERY much a warning; i’ve had a severe cheol in specs kink/brainrot for months as a result of this weverse live), a solid 2.2k of this is just PuRe FiLtH, my mind shifted to WONU’S “tasty” meme for a hot minute (i beg, pls don’t come for me🤭), heavy use of pet names (cheol calls reader… angel, darling, my love, princess, baby girl. reader calls cheol… cheolie, babe, daddy), light daddy kink (daddy is more just used as a title here), size kink (if you squint... bc i am a proprietor of the CHEOL MONSTER COCK agenda), mentions of breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI's when being intimate with a partner y'all), cum play/eating, kitchen sex (idk, there’s no p in v action here, but cheol does get the gawk gawk 3000 so i put it here just in case), let me know if i missed something luvvies!

suggestive/smutty prompt no.12 “I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking.”

request: yes; long overdue; written for my winter event (so sorry for the delay, my dear annonie!! I hope you come across this post)

notes: Happy Valentine’s, my luvvies!! 💋💌🌹 My first fic of 2023 is here, and it’s for none other than one of my main bias wreckers… carats and seventeen’s general leader, our daddu MR. CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 🍒 I hope 2023 has been good to you so far, and I hope regardless of whether you have a valentine or not, you can use this time of year as a reminder to share your love with those who are most important to you. 

a/n 2: thank you for the likes, but feedback and reblogs are always greatly appreciated (especially on my lengthier pieces) 💖

Waking up alone, to the feeling of ice-cold, empty bed sheets, this moment in time was undoubtedly the furthest from how you envisioned the day would go. But, you’re really in no mood to complain about that. Finding Seungcheol’s side of the bed unmade and devoid of his warmth is a relatively regular occurrence in the morning, as it’s not all that uncommon for him to fall asleep in his studio, or come home from practices, recordings, and schedules after you’ve gone off to work. But, you know for a fact that Seungcheol did come home by midnight and slept with you last night. Well… you’re 90% sure he came home. Yes, you were in a bit of a daze, but you vividly recall the dip of Seungcheol's side of the bed as two big, strong arms pulled you close, his distinct woodsy scent filling your nostrils as he snuggled up to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. So, upon stretching your arm out and feeling nothing but the freezing, wrinkled white sheet, you are initially confused, but you just assumed he had something to attend to right away. However, you received quite the surprise when you made your way to the kitchen with the intention of making yourself breakfast. 

Rolling out of your shared king bed, in your fluffy polar bear slippers and a pair of black satin sleep shorts which are covered by one of Seungcheol’s old t-shirts you stole when you first started dating… you stroll into the living room and push the curtains open. Tidying up here and there, you silently scold “yesterday’s you” for neglecting to at least clean up a bit instead of binging your favorite drama. Collecting the bit of trash left on the coffee table, you continue along toward the kitchen. Like a deer caught in headlights, you stand in place, in awe and disbelief of what’s in front of you. “C-c-cheolie?” You inquire, looking quizzingly at the presence of your boyfriend standing in the kitchen at 8 in the morning. He stands there at the kitchen counter with his jet-black hair perfectly fluffy and styled to perfection. Just a strand or two has strayed away from its place and is softly draping over one of his eyebrows. He is wearing his silver-rimmed, round-frame glasses with his famous balenciaga t-shirt and medium wash jeans, that only cheol can manage to make look fashionable. A cozy, college boyfriend, domestic Seungcheol with his specs on is a rare sight. So you find yourself silently appreciating this cheol, and thanking whatever forces have blessed you with this view. 

“Mhmm. Mornin’, my angel. Did you sleep well, darling?” Cheol grins, taking you into his embrace and pressing soft, light kisses to the side of your neck. You melt right into his arms and bury your face into his well-defined, pillowy chest. “Mhm-hmm. I always have the best sleep of my life whenever you’re laying next to me, and cuddling with me, cheol.” You giggle, shivering from the chill in the air and the spine-tingling sensation of Seungcheol’s kisses. “Oh, I know, baby girl. You were clinging onto me last night as if I would disappear.” He chuckles, shifting to kiss you on the forehead. “I- I just want to absorb and cherish every chance I get to be in your arms, cheolie. I l-like it when you h-h-hold me close.” You shyly reply. “Anyways. You’re usually out of the house around this time. What are you doing here? Do you have the day off, babe?” You ask, switching subjects by sweetly laughing and looking up at your boyfriend in pure adoration. 

“Ahh, yeah. I suppose I do, princess. I was getting ready to head out to the company, but then our manager texted me about an hour ago saying we wouldn’t be having practice today because there’s a bone-deep chill settling in, and most of the city is blanketed in thick billows of snow. What about you, my beautiful girl? Do you have to go into the office today, darling?” Seungcheol lightheartedly laughs, looking down into your eyes and pushing a strand of your wavy shoulder-length hair behind your ear. “Oh, uh-uh… well, my boss is out of the country on a business trip. So, I don’t have to go into the office, per se. But, Yujin unnie, Hayoung unnie, Chaewon, and I were going to meet up for coffee and lunch. Though, I’m guessing plans might change if it’s gloomy outside.” You explain, words slightly muffled by the fact you’re still leaning against Seungcheol’s chest. 

Just then your phone dings, indicating that you have a new text. Pulling away from cheol a bit, you retrieve your phone from the pocket of your shorts. Cheol watches as you read the message, with a hopeful expression on his face. You pout a little bit as you read over the text Yujin sent through to the group chat. “Oh. I- I guess, I don’t have anything going on today after all. The girls all agreed it’s way too cold outside to even go cafe hopping.” You mutter, feeling a bit mopey about the news. A mischievous smirk spreads across Seungcheol’s face at the sudden revelation. Cheol wraps his arms around your waist again and sways you side to side. “How unfortunate, my love. Shall we have a stay-at-home winter date then, princess? Hot cocoa-” The man proposes, quickly getting cut off by you. “With mini marshmallows?” You cutely bargain. 

He laughs as he pinches your adorably chubby cheeks. “With all the mini marshmallows you want, angel. And of course, whip cream, valentine’s sprinkles, and as a treat, some chocolate-covered strawberries on the side. I’m not some holiday monster, darling.” Seungcheol coos, pulling you closer, despite already being pressed up against you. “Of course, you’re not. You’re my Cheolie. You can’t be a holiday monster when you’re the sweetest boyfriend ever. Yes, yes, yes!!! I love the idea of all of that, babe. Oh, and c-can we?” You shyly ponder, cheeks flushing redder than a red panda. “What is it, baby girl? You can tell me,” he asks, trying not to coo at how adorable you look when you get flustered. “Can we bake some cupcakes? I-I wanna take some to give your mom the next time we go to visit her.” You ask. “You- Y-y-you want to give my mom some cupcakes when we visit her this weekend? Oh, princess. How could I say no to that? Of course, we can. God, I love how warm you are to my mum, as if she were your own. Well, I guess she kinda is your mum now since I intend to make you my Mrs. Choi.

The cupcake-making process was relatively easy one could say. Well, truthfully, it was about as easy as it possibly can be when you have a love-drunk, pussy-whipped simp named Choi Seungcheol in the kitchen. Every time you scooped some batter into the liners of the cupcake tin, you were met with a passionate, lingering kiss from your cheolie. Hell, at one point in the process, he even scooped up some of the batter on his middle and ring fingers, and held his fingers near your mouth, silently encouraging you to take his fingers in, wrap your lips around the digits, and lick the chocolate off. His eyes gloss over with lust, adoration, and love as you make eye contact while having his two fingers deep inside your mouth. “How is it, princess? Good? Is the batter tasty?” Seungcheol questions, biting his lip in an attempt to will his hardening arousal from growing bigger. 

Awakening the little shit, teasing, scheming vixen within, you choose to take the course of riling Seungcheol up. “You tell me, cheolie. I think it tastes pretty good, but I could think of some tastier things around us. Can you?” You seductively purr, doe eyes and long lashes batting innocently. He scoffs in disappointment, but not surprised by the attitude shift from you. “Really? You’re gonna play it that way, princess. Do you really wanna go there? Because daddy can play just as hard, baby girl.” Seungcheol growls huskily, unleashing his daegu satoori in response. 

Ever the mischievous, bratty sub you are, you don’t simply give in like that. Seungcheol may be everything you could’ve asked for and more… yes, he is the only man you’ll ever want to be intimate with. But that doesn’t mean he can just get it for free. Even the sexiest of men gotta work for it, right? Mustering the biggest puppy dog eyes you can pull off, you tilt your head to the side, clasp your hands together, and work it, “Come on. Oh. Daddy wants to play, huh? Well, guess what, daddy? Two can play that game.” You smile innocently and giggle, before kissing cheol on the cheek. After which, you take the first pan of cupcakes and stick them in the oven to bake. “Oh ho ho. I’m not letting you get away with that, princess. In the end, daddy’s gonna be the one laughing. On. Your. Knees. Now.” He warns. 

“Oh, f-fuck. Yes, that’s it. You’re doing so good sucking on my cock like that. You’re daddy’s little cockslut, yeah?” Cheol groans, gripping your hair tightly into a makeshift ponytail. His head is tipped back and resting against the cabinet door behind him. You briefly pull off his length, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip. “Mhm-hmm. Yes, daddy. I’m forever daddy’s personal cockslut. Am I making you feel good, daddy? You curse so much and pull on my hair so hard every time your big, juicy cock bulges in my throat. Oh, does that turn you on, daddy? You’re already gushing so much and I’ve hardly done anything. Does the sight of my tiny mouth struggling on your thick member get you harder?” You suggestively moan out, jerking the man off, thumb and index finger not even touching while holding his dick. 

You mischievously smirk up at Seungcheol’s reaction, taking his balls in between your lips and sucking on them, before eventually taking his cock back into your mouth. “D-did you j-just?? Oh my god! Did you just suck on my balls, princess?!” He loudly groans, accidentally hitting the top of his head on the cabinet handle. You pull away for breath again and giggle at the flustered and shaken state of your boyfriend. “Hehe. Yep. Did you like that? Did it feel good when I gave your balls some attention, daddy? They’re so heavy. Fuck, you’re holding so much cum for me, aren’t you daddy? I can’t wait to feel all your cum flooding inside my tight little cunt. You’ll fill my little pussy with all your cum, right, daddy? You’re gonna breed me and make me a mommy, yeah?” You lowly whisper, jerking his erection even more. 

“Nghh. That was so fucking hot, angel. For a second, it felt like I went to another dimension. It felt damn good, princess. Shit, shit, shittt! You’re making daddy feel so damn good. Keep going just like that, and I’ll be unloading my cum down your little throat. Oh, baby girl, when I’m done with you, there’s no way you won’t be bred and knocked up with my babies. I’mma make damn sure you become the momma of my babies, princess.” He runs on, as his grip on your hair tightens even more. 

“Oh, fucking fuck…. How did I ever manage to snatch up a beauty queen like you? Everything about you turns me on, angel. Your pretty eyes, the way you look at me so innocently even though I corrupted you a long time ago. Your cute hairstyles and how every one just accentuates your gorgeous face even more. Your soft, pink, plump lips that pout at me whenever you’re mad or want something. Or how your lips get so swollen every time we kiss or make out for a bit too long,” Your eyes glaze over further with lust and desire for Seungcheol. Moaning around his length, one of your hands can’t help but slip down toward your core and start rubbing circles on your clit. Fucking hell, Choi Seungcheol and his masters in dirty talk.

“And the way you struggle on my cock, yet take it like a champ. Your cute little hands and how tiny they look in mine. Of course, I can��t forget about your beautiful tits and how I can easily hold them in my hands. Oh, and the way your perky little nipples harden just from a little clit play. Or the way your breath hitches just slightly when I take them in my mouth to suck and bite on them. Oh, I can’t forget about your tiny, tight, soaking cunt. The way your little cunt stretches just to take my cock deep inside your walls, the way it tightens around me with every thrust. The way the stretch of my cock inside your cunt makes your stomach bulge every time I fuck you so good that my length kisses your cervix. And then there’s the way you so enthusiastically take everything I have to give you, even begging me to breed you like you’re nothing more than my little cumdump. ‘M close, princess. I wanna paint your pretty tits and cute little face in my cum. Can I, angel? Can I cover you in my cum?” Cheol pants, trying to stave off his impending orgasm. Quickly pulling off from his big, thick, throbbing dick with a pop, you press a quick kiss to the tip. 

“Mhmm. It’s so fucking sexy when you talk like that. Oh god, I’m fucking soaking my panties now, daddy. I love how you get so love-drunk and pussy-whipped for me every time I suck you off, cheolie. Oh yeah? You wanna cover my face and tits in ropes of your cum, huh? Go ahead. You know you can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, only yours. You don’t have to ask, daddy. Just wanna make you feel good, wanna be a good good girl for my daddy. Wanna be daddy’s little princess. Wanna do everything my daddy wants. Come for me, all over me, daddy. Don’t care if it’s messy, just want daddy’s cum. Paint me in endless ropes of your warm, thick cum. Let it go, babe. Come for me, please? I need your cum all over me, daddy. Paint me in your cum, and then fuck it into my little cunt, daddy.” You seductively moan, fucked out just from giving your man what is probably one of the blowjobs of his life. 

“Oh god. Yes, yes, yes! Fuckkk. I’m coming. Oh shit, nghh. So good, princess. So so fucking good for me. Fucking hell. Oh fuck, it’s a lot of cum, darling. Oh god. Oh my god, yes. I’m coming- I’m fucking coming. Get ready for my load, baby girl. Daddy has a big load coming for you. You took such good care of daddy, and now, daddy’s gonna reward you with all his cum.” Seungcheol deeply groans, hands winding even tighter in your hair, despite already being inhumanely strong. When Seungcheol finally comes to his long-awaited climax, he takes one hand from your hair and grabs onto your chin, forcing you to look right into his brown eyes as he unloads every last drop of his cum on almost every region of your body. After he comes down from the haze of his high and gains some semblance of post-nut clarity, he immediately loosens the grip he has on your hair. Cheol brings his middle and ring fingers toward your chest, scooping some of his cum from the valley of your breasts, and brings his cum soaked fingers up to your lips. 

You once again, welcome the presence of his fingers in your mouth. You close your lips around the two digits, this time instead of cupcake batter, you are sucking the remnants of his sweet and salty cum off his fingers. “Baby girl, are you really trying to make me pop another boner, right now? Because if you keep giving me bambi-eyes and batt your pretty little lashes at me one more time, I’m not gonna hesitate to take you back to bed and make good on my promise to you one sexy ass expecting momma.” Seungcheol huskily warns. “What if I want that, cheolie? What if I wanna be bred by daddy, like the little naughty cumslut I am? Hmm?” You laugh, sticking your tongue out to show that you swallowed the cum he fed you. 

“Oh, just you wait and see. I’m gonna breed my baby real good. You’re in for it, princess. I’m not stopping till at least one of my loads takes and fertilizes in your womb. How is it, princess?” Cheol chuckles, watching closely as you lick your lips. “Mhmm. Oh shit. Mhmm… yes, daddy. So much cum… so so good. It’s so tasty, cheolie. You’re the tastiest, daddy. But, why waste your perfect cum when we could put it to better use pumping my tight cunt full of cum so much that I definitely end up getting pregnant with your babies.” You whisper, winking at the man standing in front of you. Seungcheol pulls you up, grabs a towel, and goes over to the sink to wet it. A few seconds later, he comes back over to you and helps clean you up a bit. Once he’s done, he throws it in the laundry pile along with your pajamas as well as his pants and boxer briefs. He washes his hands at the sink, then walks back over to you, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss. He can taste himself mixed with your cherry vanilla lip balm, but cheol is used to that by now. “C-c-cheolie!! What are you doing?” You squeal, swatting at his chest. 

“Relax, angel. I’m going to stick the second batch of cupcakes in the oven now, but I wanted a kiss first. Why are you so flustered by me kissing you, princess? You weren’t so shy a minute ago when you were sucking the soul out of me thru my cock. Besides, is it now a crime to want to kiss my girlfriend?” Seungcheol remarks, once again cooing at how your adorableness levels increase whenever you get flustered. He sees how you pout in response to his coos, and chuckles before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezing your hip with his free hand. You watch in silence at the humorous, yet somehow ultra-domestic sight of your half-naked boyfriend placing the baking tray of cupcakes in the oven like everything is completely normal. 

A few minutes later, Cheol closes the oven door and sets the timer for the cupcakes on his phone. Seungcheol then turns to face you and opens his arms waiting for you to come into his embrace. Like a giddy school girl whose boyfriend is waiting for her in the car park, you jump into Seungcheol’s arms and kiss all over his face. He holds you tight in his arms, inhaling your sweet scent. Like a starved vampire, he begins sucking harder on the already forming hickeys along your neck. The two of you simply enjoy the peace, reveling in the silence, while being in each other’s presence for a little bit. 

Seungcheol places you back down on the kitchen floor and stares deeply into your eyes, smiling cutely at you. The two of you maintain the comforting silence and deep eye contact for just a few more minutes before Seungcheol is breaking it with an unexpected question. You nearly choke on your own saliva as your eyes bulge out in shock at his question. 

“The timer is set for 25 minutes. Okay, your turn now, princess. That should be just enough time for what I have planned. I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking. I’mma make good on my plans to return the favor. So, what’d ya say, darling? Shall we go ahead and put my skills up to the ultimate test, baby girl?”

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[thepaintedlady00]

My darling,

I'm thinking about something with dream and the reader making out like a couple of teenagers either in the dreaming or in the waking. Dealer's choice ❤️

You just know Dream doesn't care where they are, he's private of course, but I feel like if you catch him at just the right time he'll throw that out the window to just take your breath away! 😍💋😉 Thanks for the ask!

You'd never get used to this feeling. The perfect mixture of hot and cold that consumed every inch of your body as Dream's hands pulled you closer into his dark arms and midnight coat. Everywhere he touched tingled as his lips moved slow and passionate against yours, intent on savoring every second of you. There was little you could do, with your back firmly pressed against the bookshelf and your body held in the impossible strength of Dreams grasp, so your hands clutched at his coat, tugging him closer and using the feeling of the soft fabric to keep you at least somewhat grounded.

Moments like these weren't every day occasions, but they weren't rare either. It was no secret that the great Dream of the Endless was touch starved, nor was it a secret that you were his favorite person to touch. And god did he know how to touch you. He only pulled away when it became clear you needed to breathe, but even then his lips never left your skin. They moved along your jaw and down your neck, kissing and licking and biting until you were gasping and moaning, pulling his hair until he brought those wicked lips back to yours.

You could do this forever. Kiss him, hold him, love him. Though, perhaps it would be best done in private to avoid a certain librarian walking in with a sharp gasp that forces Dream to straighten up against you and fix his clothes and hair before turning to Lucienne with a reverent look. "Apologies, Lucienne."

"It is alright, my lord," she replied with a smug grin as she bowed her head. "I trust you two found the book, our dreamer was searching for."

The book... Right... That was why you'd been here. You cleared your throat and nodded. "We couldn't find it, actually. But we can come back later, maybe someone else is reading it right now."

Dream chuckled and took your arm. "Yes, we shall return later."

Lucienne shook her head as Lord Morpheus and his Lady Dreamer retired to a more private room in the palace. She looked at the book the dreamer hand inquired about, neatly tucked away right where they'd been standing. "They are absolutely oblivious."

[kaeemin]

WITH A SMILE

➠ pairing: non-idol! ex-bf!na jaemin x reader

➠ genre: angst

➠ warnings: major character death (u guessed it) | hallucinations | signs of mild depression| mentions of an accident

➠ wc: 1.089

when you are forced to let go of your true love, will you remember him by with a smile?

( it’s midnight and i’m moody and wrote this and now feel free to read and be sad with me 💋 also i wonder why jaemin has been renting out a huge room in my mind lately .. )

THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THE GRAPHIC DRAWINGS IN A THIN PIECE OF PAPER. Something that even a thousand words couldn’t explain.

A frozen memory, where eyes were never closed, where hearts were never broken. Time stood still. A moment where you could keep forever.

So your boyfriend’s obsession over his camera made you feel a thing or two. You hated yet adored it at the same time. It wasn’t really pleasant living your life normally, not knowing someone was actually taking your picture without permission. And yet still, Jaemin’s quirky smile and his reminder of why he took the photos in the first place made your heart swell in a good way. In the best ways.

“When we’re old and wrinkled,” he’d say, “I want to show these memories to our grandchildren. Brag to them I married the most beautiful woman in the whole universe.”

It was hard to believe him — well to be exact, it was hard to believe someone like him would exist. Harder to believe you did something in your past life to deserve him.

There was something odd about him now though.

It used to be you not enjoying the flashes of a camera, but now Jaemin seems to have a hard time smiling in every picture you take.

“Jaemin! last one. Please.” You begged, dragging him upwards the small hill. It was autumn, your favorite season and it was a tradition for the two of you to see the amazing view of the place.

“Love.”

“Come on! We have to catch the sunset —“

“Love..”

“— it’ll be so romantic. Our grandchildren will really be jealous after seeing this picture.”

“Y/n.” Jaemin sighs, not moving one bit in his place. He gently pulled away from your hold on his wrist, choosing to hide his hands inside his coat’s pockets.

“Jaemin,” you say his name like it was a sacred thing, voice quivering both from the cold and the thick feelings bubbling up your throat. You don’t understand. “What’s going on, Jaem? You seem so … far away.”

Distant. He seems so distant. It doesn’t matter if he’s right here, a foot away from you. He feels like he’s miles away, somewhere you can’t reach.

Jaemin smiled, but it wasn’t his old one, it was forced out. It didn’t reach his beautiful eyes. “I can’t,” he whispered, softly shaking his head, “you have to go without me.”

“Why?” You gulp, eyes starting to become teary.

“You have to take the picture on your own.”

“Jaemin..”

“You have to share your memories with the grandchildren you and your husband will have —“

“I don’t want to!” You burst out, reaching out to him one last time. You gripped on his coat tightly, sobbing like a madwoman. “I don’t want to go alone. I don’t want the photo without you. I don’t want grandchildren if it’s not you.”

“I know darling,” a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. Jaemin took a deep breath, allowing you to press on him for as long as you need. Just for now. He rested his chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes. “But you have to try.”

You whimpered, opening your mouth to call out his name, but it was hard now. It was like a thousand thorns were poking your heart whenever you tried to speak. Instead, you relished in the feeling, trying to memorize the warmth of his body.

“Y/n?”

All you could do was hum.

“Promise me you’ll smile.”

How? How will you smile when it’s so difficult? You wanted to complain, to oppose him, to be stubborn.

“Please, Y/n,” Jaemin pleaded, knowing there was not enough time. “Don’t cry when you hear my name. Remember me and smile.”

And yet, how will you not follow his request? His only wish.

“I promise.” You huskily let out, holding him tighter. Finally, Jaemin let out the most genuine smile and knew he could finally rest in peace. You know it. You felt him drifting farther away, until you could feel nothing in your fingertips.

You kept your eyes closed, lips pressed together tightly to conceal in the cries that were threatening to be let out. And then you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you instantly shift your weight to their side, too weak to be alone.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin’s mother asked in a soft voice, letting you sob so weakly by her neck. It took a few seconds of silence before you nodded, slowly lifting your head to meet her eyes.

“I hope you forgive my son, dear,” she wiped your tears, smiling sadly, “Jaemin has come home.”

“I know.” You nod again, not having the heart to hate him for leaving you. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything wrong.

Her smile had gotten a bit larger but still not so happy. Together, arm in arm, you both climb up the hill. She would share you stories of Jaemin’s childhood, and you would share with her about the plans you and Jaemin wanted to fulfill in the future.

The only thing that stopped the conversation was when you caught the breathtaking view of the small town that you grew to love.

“I’m so glad you and Nana found this place, Y/n.” She sighed in awe, squeezing your hand. “He was right. This is the best place to ask someone to spend the rest of your lives with.”

Your eyes soften, hand unconsciously travelling to the pendant of your necklace. It was an engagement ring. The ring that was found on Jaemin’s closed fist the day of the accident. Painful memories pinched your heart once again, but you stopped them.

“I would have said yes.” You doubted anyone heard you, given how low you said it. But the winds heard, the heavens heard, and somewhere, up in the clouds, a star brightened up even more.

“Oh! We’re losing the sunset. On you go dear, I’ll get the camera. Go pose beside that tree over there.” Mrs. Na gushed while you passed her the camera. You did as she told and stood beside the lonely tree, combing your fingers through your hair to make yourself at least look a bit presentable.

“One..two..three..”

And you smiled with the click and the flash.

Because you promised.

Because you loved him.

Because you will never forget him.

Because when you go home and clip this photograph inside the book alongside with the thousands of pictures Jaemin took, you’ll remember to share to your grandchildren the story of your first love. With a smile.

and as usual, please leave feedbacks !! this fic is totally unplanned but anyways love u all mwah

[sunflowerharrington]

“i love you”

🧸 alternative title: “this is what put @myobmaya in her grave because i’m a menace to her in the most loving and affectionate way and this is what made @steveslittlesunflower start sobbing but i love them both dearly with all my heart and i do this out of 100% pure love”

🧸 istg i’ll start posting requests soon but i had to write this fluffy thing to get over what happened earlier

🧸 steve harrington x gn!reader (with long-ish hair)

🧸 only warning is one reference to the fact that steve wants six kids

🧸 @liviawritesthings @fxllfaiiry @myobmaya @thisishellfire @hellfirehaley @quickiesgirl @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @wzrlds @gods-favorite-asthmatic @corrodedhawkins @eddies-bat @sympathyforher @steveslittlesunflower @eddiebillysteve dm or comment to let me know if you would like to be added 💋🤍🤍 (also i’m so sorry if i’ve forgotten anyone, i haven’t been able to think straight today)

beautiful brown stared into (e/c), a fusion of bright beautiful colors, and four pupils began to dilate more than they already had, both yours and steve’s eyes almost fully black like the midnight sky on a summer night.

you broke your gaze from steve to look at robin, who wiped a fake tear from under her eye. you returned your gaze back to steve, who was smiling at you. genuinely. your heart palpitated in your chest and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. there would be something wrong if you weren’t blushing right now.

he let go of one of your hands and you wondered for just a second what he was about to do. you took hold of a small part of your skin and pinched. no, you weren’t dreaming. you really were here, in a fake relationship with steve harrington, confessing your ‘undying love’ in front of everyone in the hostel.

“you look so beautiful, darling,” he murmured, the light igniting a flame between you as you wrapped one of your arms around his waist, your skin burning.

you brought your other hand up to cup his strong jawline, caressing his soft skin with the pad of your thumb gently, a little twinkle in your eye. “you really mean that, stevie?” you asked, a short crack in your voice as it squeaked.

“i do,” he said, leaning into your touch, smiling down at you, taking a gentle hold of your waist. “and i…”

he looked towards robin, who nodded in support.

“i just… fuck it, i love you, (y/n), with all my heart. and i mean that. fuck it, i love you, and i’d never forgive myself if anything had ever happened to you.”

i. love. you.

you knew this was play pretend, but by the way he was looking at you, you could have sworn he meant it.

“i love you too, stevie,” you giggled, your eyes glancing over to robin who had the biggest smile on her face.

“gee guys, just get married already! steve, you may now kiss your bride,” she joked, but by the look on steve’s face, he wasn’t taking this as a joke.

steve mirrored your actions, cupping your jaw in his large hand, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks as you stood up on her tippy toes, bringing your face closer to his. your heart hammered in your chest as his fingers trailed to the nape of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him, trying to forget about everything that had happened in the upside down just a few days ago. everything except for steve harrington.

you could never forget him. even if you tried your very hardest. but you’d never want to do that.

you gulped loudly as these next words left his oh-so-kissable lips, that signature knee-weakening smile on his face pulling at your heartstrings. “do i have your consent to kiss you, (y/n)?”

you nodded twice, not wanting to look too desperate to have his lips catching yours in a breathtaking kiss, until he kissed you on the cheek.

you could have died right there. the feeling of his soft lips on your cheek left you craving more, wanting more, needing more. you already wanted to kiss him but now knowing what his lips felt like against your skin only increased her ever growing yearning for it.

play it cool, (y/n). (y/n) harrington. that sounds nice, and robin did say me and steve were getting married...

your arms wound around his neck and his hands settled on your waist, his fingertips burning into your warm skin, your body pressed against his.

“so uh…” you started, clearing your throat, laughter bubbling up your throat. “you were being serious about wanting six kids? that’s going to take a long time, stevie.”

“i’ll wait forever for you, sweetheart…” he said, smiling. “and i mean it, i love you. so fucking much.”

“i love you too, stevie. and i mean…” you said, smirking, and robin walked away, clearly knowing what you were going to say. “we could always start now? no time like the present, right?”

[thanabony]

Twelve grapes at midnight

Hey lovely babes! 💖✨

So, let's talk about the grape tradition on New Year's Eve—have you heard of it? It's kind of a thing! 🍇🎉 But let's break it down, shall we?

Here's the scoop: On 31/12, grab yourself 12 green grapes and find a cozy spot under a table. For the last 12 seconds of 2023, your mission is to pop a grape each second, making a wish for every juicy bite.

And, of course, I've got my list of wishes ready:

Jet-set around the globe ✈️

Ace those straight A's 📚

Score a spot in my dream school 🏫

Cross paths with the love of my life 💑

Radiate pure happiness 😄

Master the art of self-love 💖

Rock better outfits 👗

Stack up that moolah 💸

Any ideas on what my four last wishes could be ? 😍

Let's make this New Year's grape-munching tradition one for the books, darlings! 🎉💋🌟

xoxo Thana

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Yayy you have opened requests/asks back up! Eep! How exciting

I come bearing a request for my evil wolf boi ft BREEDING KINK (and maybe some fluffy bc soft!Mairon is adorable)

Xxxtra spicy

Fem reader

Thank you so much, darling 💋🩷

Well, hello there! Now, this is my first time writing something with breeding kink, and I hope you like it.

"His secret desire"

🔥Pairing: Mairon x Fem. reader (second person POV)

🔥Themes: Smut | Soft 

🔥Warnings: Breeding kink | Rough sex | Penetrative sex | Dirty talk | Explicit language | Cream pie 

Word count: 1.5k words

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Summary: Mairon comes home to you with more than just cuddling on his mind.

Want to be tagged? Want to know the rules? Read all here.

It was well after midnight when Mairon returned. 

The fortress of Tol-in-Gaurhoth was shrouded in most and shadows, the walls and towers barely visible, and there was naught to be heard, no bird or animal, not at this time. And it was dark, so very dark. Thick black clouds blotted out the stars and the moon, and if not for the torches, Mairon would have had to walk back in the dark.

He didn't mind it, oh no. Mairon chose this life, one of actual darkness, and the lack of extra light was not going to bother him one bit. He had other things in mind, dark and sinful ones, and they made him go through empty halls, desolate halls, and on and on and on, until he reached two large doors, each twice his height. He didn't bother to knock; he didn't even bother to announce himself. These were his chambers after all, and he pushed open the doors and strode right in, not caring for the din they made or whom they may have disturbed.

And it was here that he found you, fast asleep in your shared bed. Mairon smiled—a slow, wicked smile—before stripping himself of his armour, his clothes, drinking in the sight of you in your silken nightgown, pelts jumbled all over you, your form barely visible in the light of a crackling fire. He stood there, not making a sound, his breath slow and easy, his blood heating at the sight of you. He had missed you and thought of no one but you, and tonight he wanted to make up for being away from you for so long. Mairon took one last, satisfying look at you before making his way to bed, his footsteps muffled by the thick rugs spread all over the stone floor. He made no sound, quietly slipping under the pelts and throwing his arms around you, waking you up with little kisses.

"M-my love?" You struggled to open your eyes even as he moved you onto your back. "Is that you?"

"Aye," Mairon groaned when he heard a sound, something soft and dreamy, as your lips parted for his tongue. "I apologize for waking you up like this, but I missed you."

His kiss grew deeper, more insistant. You had missed this—him holding you like this, his large, eager hands gliding all over your nightgown, setting fire to the skin beneath it. You had missed him, having him near you, over you, all around you, filling your every sense with his presence. "My love," you mumbled between kisses. "What are you doing?"

"Making love to you" Delighted by your response, Mairon let his hand go lower, letting it hook around the hem of your nightgown and lift it over your thighs, leaving you bare from the waist down. "What else, my jewel?"

The very thought of him inside of you was enough to heat your core. "But the timing..." Your legs slid open and hooked around his hips, and your arms circled his shoulders, holding him closer to you. "If you finish inside me..."

Oh, how that set him aflame. "Would that be so bad, my jewel?" Mairon blurted out without thinking, his blood heating at the very thought of your belly swelling with his babe. "Carrying my child?" he quickly shut his mouth, wondering how that long held secret desire of his came spilling out, hoping you wouldn't react harshly to his words.

But he didn't have to worry about your reaction in the end. Mairon was considerarte and attentive with you, and you were sure he would be just as considerate as a father if something actually did happen. You looked up at him, at those beautiful eyes at his, and came to a decision. What sleep you had melted into nothingness when all you could think of was having him in you, taking you, spilling his seed inside of you. It had been so long, so very long, and you ached for him, craved him, especially the way he was now. All caution was thrown to the wind, and you reached up, dragging him in for a kiss. "Yes," there was a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a helpless whimper, something that earned a moan from him. "It wouldn't be so bad."

How that one single sentence undid him, please and arouse him like never before. "You won't regret this," he vowed before pulling your arms away from him and pinning them over your head with one hand, the other moving lower to get a good grip on his cock as he readied himself. "I promise you won't."

And you could only cling on, your legs scrambling desperately for purchase against his hips. Mairon teased you at first, rubbing the tip of his already-erect cock against your slick heat. "Please!" you arched your back and cried as he kept up with this delightful torment. "Please don't tease me like this!"

Mairon chuckled and kept playing with your slit. "Look at you," he hissed triumphantly when you kept arching into him, "Already a mess. Just a few honeyed words, a little toying, and already you're a wet, whimpering mess."

You forced your eyes open and looked up at him, at the lust and triumph shining in his eyes. "And you're wicked," you mumbled as he kept up with his ministrations, rendering you lightheaded and weak and aching to be filled. "Please just take me. Please."

The fire in his eyes just grew, and Mairon lost himself in you, plunging inside you without any warning, ripping out a sharp cry from you. It was so good still, feeling him inside you, stretching your slick heat, his cock pulsing against your throbbing walls. He started to move, fast and hard, his free hand getting a good grip on your hip, his fingers leaving little crescent-shaped bruises every time he filled your cunt.

"Fuck, you're so perfect for me," Mairon growled as he continued to thrust, fast and frantic, desperate to come inside you. "So perfect. You're made for me. Your soul, your body, that sweet little cunt of yours. All of it is meant just for me."

"Yes," you breathed while your body was pushed deeper into the bed. "I'm yours. I'm meant to be yours."

The grip on your wrists tightened, and Mairon lost control of himself, plunging harder and faster than he had ever done. He grew drunk on your moans, on the subtle squelching sound of his cock sinking into your heat. "Louder, my jewel," he ordered, slamming his hips against the insides of your thighs. "I want those noises you make to fill this room."

It felt like a cord had been cut, and you lost yourself in the wildness as moan after moan blew past your lips. And it encouraged Mairon to ride you relentlessly. "You like that, my jewel?" he rasped when you begged him to go even harder. "Me fucking you till it hurts? Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" you cried when he latched on to your neck to mark you as his. "That's what I want!"

Mairon grunted against the soft flesh of your throat, his lips and tongue leaving a wet trail all over your skin. There was no talking then; nothing but the sound of rather shallow breathing and skin slapping against skin filled the air. You were so close, so very close. Your body felt like a taut bowstring, with your muscles coiling and about to snap. Your orgasm took you without warning, dragging you under and pulling him in even deeper. Mairon was relentless and unyielding, his thrusts not stopping until he felt your cunt tighten around his cock and his own orgasm ripped through him. His fingers dug into your hip as his body exploded in bliss, filling your womb with his seed. It took every ounce of control he had left to not collapse over you and crush you, and he kept still, so still, until that red haze lifted and his mind slowly cleared.

The world felt like it had stopped spinning for you. You couldn't think; you couldn't breathe. Then you blinked as your breathing slowed and your heart beat came back to an even keel. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, at eyes that gleamed like soft gold now. "My jewel," Mairon leaned in and kissed you on your forehead, your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. "Did you mean what you said about wanting my child?" He wanted to make sure that this was what you wanted. "You can say no... There are ways to... I- I will not insist...you don't have to obligate me...I..."

There was uncertainty and fear in his eyes, and a deep vulnerability—things you had never seen before. It touched you deeply, that he could allow himself to be vulnerable like this, and you were quick to soothe his fears. "I was not lying, my love. Besides," you grinned wickedly. "We can always enjoy the process until it does happen."

"Good," relieved, Mairon rose and left the bed, making his way to the still open doors. He took care to lock them properly before turning to you. "How about we enjoy ourselves some more? I have no plans on going anywhere."

[vamp-domme]

Mistress, I came across your blog and was enchanted by your aesthetic and dominance. I ask two questions with bated breath in the hope that you will grace me with your attention.

What are your favorite boots?

This is a humble request to fill my mind with the fantasy of submitting to you and worshipping you through them. As well as the fantasy of making them for you, to serve you that way.

How did you approach your voice feminization?

This is an acknowledgment of the beauty and skill your voice contains and a desire to gain some of that skill for my own feminization journey.

This supplicant requests mercy from the Lady of Midnight and will accept her place, whatever Mistress decides it to be.

(OOC: sorry if this is too heavy-handed, but I like good roleplay with other hot girls. I am in my late 20's btw and looking for a little fun conversation)

Awww, you're a sweet little doll, darling. Lady Midnight will answer your requests - since they were worded so politely.

Mm, to me your first question has two answers. My favorite pair that I currently own is probably this set:

They're tall, elegant, easy to pair, and the stilletos can leave such beautiful marks.

Now if I could have anything I wanted... I would want something thigh high and tailored, made of pure leather, with a thick platform, maybe around 4 inches, and heavy lug soles so I could do plenty of damage, along with plenty of studs tastefully arranged along the front. I would absolutely kill for something like that.

As to your second query - like many, I stumbled across TransVoiceLessons on YouTube and followed some of her primers. There were also a couple of apps I used, Voice Pitch Analyzer is a good one, and it's completely free, though it's mainly used as a benchmark to see where you stand.

I would also caution you to be wary of which communities related to voice training you join. Some of them have a habit of setting unattainable goals and becoming rather negative, which can be disastrous for your development. To break character for a moment, if it sucks, hit the bricks. 💋

[hana-no-seiiki]

how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.

MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)

YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER

Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.

warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.

[previous ask for more context]

[next part] - yandere! faculty

Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]

He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.

As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.

Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.

Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.

Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.

Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.

Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.

He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.

But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.

How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.

In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.

That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.

Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.

For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .

⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.

She has a pretty shit past.

Has always been a little scared of you.

Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.

She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.

Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.

Which brings me to Horni Levels.

If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.

The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.

She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.

How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.

A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]

Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.

She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.

Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.

Not like the professors assign you much.

A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.

Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.

The two of you are mostly amicable.

Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.

Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.

How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.

This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.

People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’

Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.

Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)

…

You don’t even know he exists.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.

It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.

No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?

A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.

Or well, just general fuckability.

People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.

Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.

You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.

It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.

You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.

It’s super effective!

It’s super effective.

You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.

You’re a bit of a sadist.

Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.

Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.

No one is normal in this College. Not even you.

You don’t even know he exists.

[philososwift]

1989 🏙️

🗽. kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats

🍎. cause darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream

💋. you got that james dean daydream look in your eyes

🌲. the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color

👋. all you had to do was stay

🩰. i’m dancin’ on my own i make the moves up as i go

🚘. i wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for

🗡️. still got scars on my back from your knife

🌅. say you’ll me again even if it’s just in your wildest dreams

☂️. tell her how you must’ve lost your mind when you left her all alone

✨. when you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need

🦊. they are the hunters we are foxes and we run

🌧️. there was nothing left to do when the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room

🐇. didn’t you calm my fears with a cheshire cat smile?

💞. small talk he drives coffee at midnight

🎇. baby we’re the new romantics

favorite lyrics by album (5/10)

[hells-musing-along]

💋 a kiss on the cheek - Charlie

Original Meme

It was a quick little peck to the cheek, but it was enough to brighten her day. Her darling child is the apple of her eye, a sight to behold and a force to be reckoned with. "Now, don't stay out too late... I want you back home by midnight, young lady."

[themidnightghoul]

Hey Midnight, you’re really awesome and kind and amazing and i love you to bits and pieces

And i hope you have a wonderful night 🖤 goodnight my sweets 🫶🏻

oh *twirls hair* hi luci boo 🥰

i love you to the ends of the galaxy and back and i hope you have dreams that are as wonderful as you are 🖤 goodnight my darling 💋

[cinnamonest]

LENA I JUST HAD A REALLY DEPRAVED IDEA AND I JUST HAVE TO SHARE!!!

Ok ok so that Yan!Dad!Diluc (just the yandad series in general tbh) had me feeling some sort of way...and me and my horny, dick deprived, very depraved brain couldnt help but think about Dil-Daughter being stolen away by lol you guessed it Kaeya.

I dont really have any direction on this whether or not its before diluc gets his hands on his cute little daughter-wife idk or whatever but just imagine...

Midnight on a weekend at Angel's Share truly was the worst time. Diluc despised working these nights, especially when he knew his little darling would stay up waiting for him to return, but Charles had specifically requested this one night off. When he mentioned that it was a close friend's birthday and that he wanted to be with him to celebrate, Diluc thought nothing of it. That is, until he realised that it would be on the busiest night of the week. Alas, the crimson haired man is not one to break his word, so as promised, he was behind the counter all night.

Drunks, bards, adventurers, even those inefficient knights were all tightly packed in the tavern. Yet, there still was no sign of that person. And while Diluc would like to thank Lord Barbatos for the absence of that person's presence, something was...off. That person would never miss these busy nights, whether it be for the numerous bits of information thrown about, the sweet burn of the alcohol, or even the occasional warm body to wrap an arm around.

His concerns were well founded.

Unbeknownst to Diluc, his daughter had wanted to surprise him, and had bargained with one of the newer maids to let her leave. She had dressed inconspicuously and used the borrowed key to unlock the door to the surprisingly modest room on the third floor.

Unfortunately for her, Kaeya was already nestled in the corner across from the top floor's door. And while most people would easily mistake the young woman for someone else, Kaeya could never. Those crimson orbs were burned into his memory. Curious as to what she was up to, he carefully followed her up the stairs, making sure to sneakily hide when she went back down to lock the door.

Along with the sound of feet shuffling up the stairs, Kaeya could make out some of what the young lady was muttering. "Daddy...won't...mad...surprise him...don't like...alone..."

Those few words brought a wide smirk to his face and gave his lone starry eye a mischievous shine.

So she's lonely is she? I'm sure I could fix that.

"Now, now, sweet cheeks, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be up here hm? Unless, you and Diluc are hiding something..."

The sudden voice from behind her was enough to make her slightly jump. That sickly sweet voice could only belong to him.

"Sir Kaeya!" upon realizing the hidden meaning behind his words, she was obviously flustered. Waving her hands in front of her face, she managed to speak, albeit with a stutter, "I wasn't...no um its not what you think! There's a good explanation for this I swear!"

He took a large step towards her, craning his head high so that she had to look up to him. "Is that so? Well then pray tell my dear, just what did you have in mind coming up here? If you can't come up with a reasonable excuse for your behavior then I guess I'll just have to drag you down to see Master Ragnvindr himself hmm?"

Again, another step forward, but this time he lowered his head so that his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"Or maybe I'll just take his place."

Here lena just....take this half finished POS from me...I couldnt finish it lolol....horny brain....bonk...

-💋

I have been NOURISHED thank you for this meal!!

Especially with dad Diluc being so protective... Can you imagine the devastation? He's gonna straight up attacc

[mrsseverussnape]

It is midnight in my country so HAPPY NEW YEAR DARLINGS!❤️💋🍷 i hope this year will be an amazing one for all of us!

[hellizens-a]

@succusweets​ asked: 💋

Send me “💋” if you would like a New Year’s smooch from my muse.

The bell tolls. It’s midnight. A new year rolls in.

Alastor tears his gaze away from the clock tower so he can instead look down at Velvet. They’re both covered in angel blood, having spent the entire day slaughtering them as they swept in from Heaven.

Now that they have a break...his first reaction is to grab her, pull her close, and kiss her hard.

He lets her go after a few seconds, grinning happily.

“Happy New Year, my darling~”