#Sooo delicate❤️

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

could we get some gally headcannons please?👀

Whatever you want to write🩷

Thank you ❤️

gally in a relationship headcanons

masterlist

finally some gally love <3 idc what anyone says, his eyebrows are beautiful. NSFW BELOW.

the glade

enemies to lovers type shit. i'm talking y'all would go as far as avoiding meal times just to avoid seeing each other.

he'd always be staring at you—from across the glade, through the bonfire, literally all the time.

sooo many interactions would end with y'all being up in each other's faces and throwing petty insults.

you'd slap him if he says anything that borders on sexism. he eventually learns what's what.

'there's a thin line between love and hate'.

other gladers would get so annoyed by how much he talks about you. his favourite excuse: "she just pisses me off so much".

but there's no excuse for jerking off to the thought of you late at night.

honestly, he would probably realise he likes you when you scull his secret recipe drink in front of him.

he'd ignore his feelings until you're the only thing on his mind and it infuriates him so fucking much.

you would be arguing one time and then suddenly he kisses you. the kiss would be aggressive, heated, and most likely up against a tree or hut.

suprisingly, his confession after would be very vulnerable and tender.

everyone is confused the next day when you're practically glued to each other's sides

gally would be very protective and borderline possessive. he'd hate it whenever other guys stare or talk about you.

would probably end up in a fistfight over it.

he'd be a rough/passionate kisser.

he'd be very into thighs. his hands are big and calloused so he'd enjoy wrapping them around the plush of your thighs, kneading the soft warm skin in his hand.

despite his gruff and harsh demeanour, he would always hold/touch you with utmost delicateness, apart from heated moments.

guards you whenever you shower.

would break so many rules for you. reluctantly, of course.

y'all know the term 'sleeper build'? that's gally. he might not seem extremely muscly at first glance, but once he starts heavy-lifting and building, his arms are legit bulging.

your first time together wouldn't be too great, but once you practice more, it gets good. like, really good.

love love loves receiving but also thoroughly enjoys making you come and knowing only he can do it.

his favourite sex position would be holding you up against a wall. he likes feeling strong.

arguments would almost always end with him taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree.

when he gets stung, he would probably fight through the changing to tell you he loves you one last time before getting speared. oop.

the last city

when y'all reunite, you'd both collapse to the floor in each other's arms kissing and crying which surprises you. the gally you knew was not a crier or favoured public affection.

gally changed a lot since you last saw him, emotionally and physically. he is taller, more muscular, and has a more level-headed and calmer attitude.

he'd be more emotionally available and willing to be open and vulnerable with you.

the first thing y'all do when you're alone is have sex. and he even fucks differently.

the better wording would be 'make love' instead of 'fuck'.

he is much more gentle and loving and focuses on your needs wayyy more than his own. he couldn't believe how aggressive he previously was with you, how selfish he was.

he would worship your body and show you how much you really mean to him.

you would make him leave his mask on one time while y'all fuck. its hot af.

would always be touching you—an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hand, your thighs, etc.

the hugs, man. he'd literally pick you up and engulf you in his arms. all the time. this mf had a severe epiphany and realised his love language was touch.

would always be complimenting you. "you're beautiful, you know that?", "god, you're a fucking angel.", etc

wouldn't get mad if other guys talked to or stared at you anymore. he would probably joke about it with them instead.

well, maybe he would be a little aggressive.

"yeah, ha-ha, careful or i'll throw you to the cranks".

trusts you to be able to take care of yourself but is still a major worrier, especially during the war within the city.

after arriving at the safe haven, he would build a house for you. you would enjoy watching him because, well... muscles.

all in all, gally would be an extremely different man compared to the one you first met, making your love for him stronger than it had ever been.

[wheredafandomat]

Like you hate me

Loki x female reader

18+ | it’s just smut 😂 also apologies for my inactivity, I’ve been sooo busy but I’ve almost finished the semester so I’ll be back after that. I thought I’d quickly write something as evidence that I’m still alive 😂😂 just realising that I’ve forgotten how to write. If this is cringy then pretend you didn’t read it 🤣❤️ WK 900

“Like you hate me” you whispered against Loki’s ear, smirking as he ground his hips against yours, pinning you against the wall harder. You could feel his cock straining against the material of his trousers as he continued circling his hips, desperate for you. You gave him nothing, remaining silent as you awaited his next move. He asked how you wanted it, you answered, it was his turn to call the shots.

“You know not what you ask, pet” Loki uttered, his lips moving delicately across your neck as you lifted your head back, exposing more of yourself. His kisses grew harsher, more purposeful as one of his hands fell between you both, hiking up your dress before venturing underneath it. You bucked your hips as you felt Loki’s fingers against your pussy, his lick over your pulse point a silent thank you for not wearing any panties. Your eyes fell closed, quiet gasps falling from your lips as Loki circled your clit. You widened your legs a little as his lips met yours in a messy kiss. You moaned as you felt one of his fingers entering you before another causing your legs to almost give way.

Before you could really let the pleasure consume you, Loki pulled out of you, his fingers drawing lazy circles over your clit again as he broke the kiss.

“Once I remove my hand from between your thighs, you’re going to turn around and bend over a little” Loki instructed, waiting for you to nod in agreement before he reluctantly removed his hand. Obediently, you spun around, placing your hands against the wall as you bent over, biting down your smile as you heard Loki unbuckling his belt. “Good girl” he spoke against your ear as he stood behind you, leaning over you a little.

You smiled as his hands gripped your hips, angling you towards him before your smile fell, feeling one of his hands come into contact with your ass in a grating slap.

“Beautiful” Loki admired, looking down at his handprint forming on your ass cheek.

He barely gave you a moment to recover or respond before he was entering you completely, filling your needy pussy with his hard cock. You moaned, pushing back against him as he bottomed out.

“Fuck” he spoke through gritted teeth as he pulled out before thrusting inside of you again and repeating his movements. He set a steady pace, chasing his own pleasure as his name fell from your lips. Using one of your hands, you steadied yourself against the wall whilst trying to rub your clit with the other before Loki grabbed the wayward hand, placing it against the wall again.

His thrusts grew harder, his hips smacking against you violently as he fucked you, grunting your name. His vigorous movements pushed you against the wall, your cheek coming into contact with the cold material as you continued to moan. The hand Loki was using to keep yours up snaked around you before you felt his fingers circling your wet clit again.

“Fuck Lokii” you mewled, vision blurry as he rubbed your clit, thrusting even harder. You felt his cock hitting that perfect spot repeatedly causing your arousal to drip down his thick veiny length. His fingers left you for a moment before you heard him release them from his mouth with a pop causing you to clench down around him as you imagined the sight.

“Delicious” he hummed before massaging your clit again. The fast circles caused you to scream his name as you came but Loki didn’t stop. He continued fucking you, two of his fingers still circling your clit as his lips met the nape of your neck.

“L-lokii” you moaned.

“This is how you wanted it, up against the wall like a whore, a whore I hate” he grunted “well, whore, we’re not stopping until I come” he sniggered darkly.

You tried to clench your walls around him, wanting him to climax as your pleasure became overwhelming but each moment passed so slow. His fingers didn’t leave your swollen clit, his cock didn’t stray far from your sensitive pussy.

“Lokii fuckk” you mewled, overstimulated as another orgasm threatened to ripple through you.

“N-not yet!” He almost snarled, chasing his pleasure.

“I-I can’t—I’m gonna c—ughh” you struggled to stand, your pleasure building before you reached your climax, practically falling back against Loki who let you recover for a few moments as he slowed his pace before he was pushing you back against the wall.

“Can you give me one more? One more, hmm?” He cooed in your ear “we can do it together” he encouraged, his movements speeding again. “One more and then you’re done” he smiled against you, wrapping his arms around yours and pulling you backwards, arching your back before he was fucking into you with ardour again.

“Ughhh” you moaned, your body practically shaking as he moved in and out of you. You felt his lips against your neck as he neared his orgasm.

“Say my name” he instructed.

“Lokii” you answered breathlessly, your pleasure building as his thrusts grew lazy, desperate.

“SAY MY NAME!” He commanded.

“LOKII!” You yelled, vision blurring as your body tensed, the unbearable pleasure shrouding you.

“That’s it, good girl” Loki groaned, movements stilling as he came inside of you, pulling out a little before pumping his load inside of you again. “Good girl” he repeated, kissing your back.

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[wishluc]

Hello! I’m a bit nervous since I’ve just started following you but! You said your asks are open so I’m giving it a go!

Soft? Yandere Diavolo? With him being all possessive and affectionate of the reader? And reader maybe being okay about it? Them being resigned to all the cuddling and just going “well what can you do?” While Diavolo is snuggling them feeling super euphoric?

I don’t know if I did this right.

If you don’t wanna do it or if this isn’t your style then that’s fine! no need to stress about it you can just delete this ask, it is you blog after all.

Anyways! I hope you have an amazing day. Bye ❤️

Hihi anon!! I really had sooo mcuch fun with this ♡ I'm terribly sorry it took so long to get out!!

There are worse places to be, you think, than in the arms of the future king of the Devildom.

At least you know that Lord Diavolo doesn't wish you any harm, not in the same way that others do. He whispers to you, with a large hand on your cheek and his voice unusually soft, that he'd never hurt you—you don't have it in you to tell him that his love, all his deliberate caresses and fond promises, was the source of your suffering. You couldn't admit that it shattered something inside you when he confessed his feelings, that you felt all your carefully built relationships crumble the moment he announced your relationship to everyone else, and that nothing hurt you more than the searing pain in your heart when it became abundantly clear that you were never leaving the Devildom. ("Your home," Diavolo had announced, "is in the Devildom now. Why would you want to leave?")

Maybe the signs were always there; his constant fascination with you and your world, his persistence that you spend nights at the castle and his barrage of invitations to dinner, taking you out to the Devildom's finest restaurants. You should have noticed how his warm smile dimmed when you went out arm in arm with Asmo and how insistently he kept asking you if you really wanted to stay in HoL after the incident. You foolishly believed that this was him making sure the exchange student was comfortable, and not his growing jealousy of the time the brothers had with you—Time he didn't have to spare. And you were still oblivious, even when the brothers started receiving a suspicious increase in their council duties, when the number of guests at the 'exchange student dinners' with Lord Diavolo dwindled in numbers until only you and him were left together, with Barbatos waiting nearby, and when his somewhat subtle words of affection turned bolder, his delicate compliments becoming audacious, almost, but you stayed silent despite how uncomfortable you felt. After all, this was his domain you were in, and by his kindness that you were able to live in relative comfort.

And when it finally occurred to you just how short the chains he placed on you were, you had long lost any opportunity to leave.

(Though a little part of you was aware that the moment you stumbled into the Devildom, the moment the smallest gleam of interest flickered in Lord Diavolo's eye, your fate had already been sealed.)

You tell yourself that you should be content that he's careful about where his hands linger now, gently wrapping himself around you while placing soft kisses on your skin, instead of excitedly smothering you like he used to do when you first met him. You try to be grateful for the little things—thanks to Barbatos's involvement, Diavolo was a lot more...lenient about how much time you spent with the others, and he had eased up on the extremely extravagant gifts. You can appreciate his sincere feelings, and you should appreciate it—who else can say they have a king wrapped around their finger?

But no amount of reassurance can quell your pounding heart or the instinctive tensing of your body as his hands stroke you in an attempt to ease you into his embrace. He's tried, before, to coax you with cloying, saccharine words, and he still tries it now, but it doesn't work in helping you relax. Every affectionate word only serves to heighten your dread, reminding you of just how serious he was. If he was simply just infatuated with you, fascinated by your unfamiliar manner of speaking and demeanor, you could hold on to the hope that his interest would whittle away, that something newer would catch his attention and you were free to spend the rest of your time in the Devildom in relative peace. But he spoke of love, of how much he adored you and how perfect you were for him, of how much he missed you and with every adoring word and intimate whisper, you could feel the part of you that was hopeful and optimistic dim and wither, until all that was left was a deafening silence and the crushing reality.

You've long tuned him out in the middle of him talking about his day. If it were the you from a few months ago, you would have listened closely to every detail and every happening, but now, from a combination of resentment, indifference and general despair, you could hardly bring yourself to listen.

"If you'd like to try it, we can go next week?" Your mind races for a moment; what was happening next week?

"I can't," you say, "I promised Mammon I'd go with him to a modeling gig."

You can't see him, with him facing your back, but you know he's frowning, the pensive look he always has when he's deep in thought.

"I'm sure Mammon won't mind if you can't make it," he instead says, breaking the developing silence, "I'll compensate him if he loses the job."

You want to shrink in on yourself again, suffocated by doubt once more. Would Mammon really be fine with it? Your relationship with the brothers was already delicate enough as a result of Diavolo's interest in you, and you were hoping the day spent with Mammon would help reassure you that it wasn't all that bad. That things could be salvaged. That you still had someone.

Clearly, Diavolo didn't wish the same.

"I guess that's dealt with, then."

Diavolo moves in closer, his lips pressed against the crook of your neck. The warmth radiating off him is almost uncomfortable now, but you pretend it doesn't bother you as one of his hands goes to find your clasped hands, gently tugging them apart only to grasp your free hand in his.

"I could take care of anything for you," a soft assurance, "you only need to say the word."

You sigh, defeated, "I know."

"I wish you'd ask more of me," he admits, his hand gently squeezing yours, in what you think should be soothing, "you can trust me."

You hum noncommittally.

The air around you seems to get tenser, his chest stiff against your back. He calls out your name softly, sounding almost vulnerable.

"Do I..." He hesitates, but you know the question is on the tip of his tongue, and you brace yourself, "Are you happy, with me?"

It's not the best situation to find yourself in; none of this is. But it isn't the worst. You could be back in the attic, strong hands around your neck, or you could be cowering behind a crumbling wall. You could be hiding in an empty stall, tears of frustration racing down your cheeks.

You bring your intertwined fingers up to your lips to leave a soft kiss, "Yes. I really am."

After all, there are worse places to be, worse fates awaiting you. In comparison, this isn't too unbearable. It's this reminder that keeps you from breaking down yet again, and this reminder that keeps the fake smile on your face later.

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[justleaveatnine]

need thigh riding with casino matty i am not alright i want him so so so mad. again him and his fucking dealers suit whatever with girlie almost fully naked grinding on his thigh mhmmmm sooo normal❤️

love you baby xx

you feel a plume of cigarette smoke brushing against your face. you can't see him, but you're sure matty looks positively divine right now, the dim glow of his amber lamp always casting him in such a beautiful shadow.

fiery exhaustion courses though your thighs with each grind of your hips. your hands are tied behind your back with one of matty's ties, and another is wrapped delicately across your eyes. you let out a whine as the burn becomes worse, and you can practically feel his gaze piercing you behind the blindfold.

matty is dressed in his dealer's uniform, the only element of dishevelment being the collar you began to unbutton before he had stopped you. the fabric of his pant legs itch against your naked core, as you thrust uselessly against his thighs. you're sat naked straddling his thigh, exposed, the cold air hardening your nipples and sending shivers down your spine. the only warmth is the burn in your muscles with each grind as you seek for pleasure.

"matty, please touch me. you're being so mean," you whine out, petulant and needy.

"that's not gonna work, love. i know you like it when i'm mean," he calmly says, another drag's worth of cigarettes smoke brushing against your skin.

you continue to thrust helplessly, in search of pleasure that is nearly possible to obtain with your bound hands and aching legs. you feel matty move slightly beneath you, and when he hums out a satisfied groan, you know he's begun to touch himself.

"matty, please, let me, please don't-" you rush out, desperate to be the one touching him, to be free from the predicament he's placed you in.

"why shouldn't i? pretty little pet's putting on such a nice show for me." one of his hands reaches out to pinch your nipple, and you cry out at the sudden pain, "my own little porn star," he hums in satisfaction, enjoying the torture he's putting you through oh so much.

"stick your tongue out," he commands, and you lean forward meekly as you follow his request. his thigh shifts beneath you as he leans towards you, and he spits onto your outstretched tongue. as you let it hang, the spit slowly travels down onto your naked breasts, moving lower down your heaving and flushed chest.

he tsks, "so messy, princess." you whimper in response, the humiliation of it all stirring in your hazy mind and travelling down to your sensitive core.

"maybe i should film you one of these times. get a little camcorder, show you just how pretty you look all desperate and fucked out for me." his hand traces featherlight against your waist, teasing you and sending shivers down your spine.

"what do you think of that, love?" he asks you, and you nod your head rapidly at the idea, the idea of having the film of the two of you to watch back sending your mind reeling.

you feel your orgasm approaching inside of you, your muscles tightening and your resolve lowering. "can i come, sir, please?" you rush out, knowing if you do not ask the consequences would be devastating. (but you wouldn't have it any other way)

"come for me, princess", he murmurs as you crest over the edge, your head throwing back with pleasure and tired hips finally coming to a stop. "that's it, good girl," he says as your muscles slowly still their spasms of pleasure.

your head lulls forward as you sit exhausted, still straddling his thigh as his hand traces up and down your back. you feel his fingers come up to lift the blindfold, and the light slowly pours into your vision.

you're not sure if its the haze from your comedown, but he looks practically angelic. his shirt is now unbuttoned, but the sight of you atop him naked while he sits still dressed, seemingly having tucked himself back in, stirs in your stomach. it's demeaning, but handing over your power to him just feels so right.

"did i do good?" you ask meekly, exhaustion bone deep and mind fuzzy.

he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, murmuring "perfect, baby. so good for me." you smile with pleasure, and you let him maneuver you like a doll until you are sat on your knees on the floor below him, staring up at him wide-eyed.

"just a few more things,” he says lowly, finger tracing teasingly against your face. his gaze lowers down to his thigh, where there is a large wet spot in the location your core thrusted against him. your eyes widen with understanding, and he meets yours once more with a smile.

"clean up your mess, baby," he says with a smile, eyes now practically black with desire. you lean up from your haunches and slowly begin to lick your wetness off his pant leg, never breaking eye contact with his tense gaze once.

he pets your hair mindlessly as your tongue drags across the fabric, sloppily and desperate to please him. he smiles down at you, clearly pleased with your obedience and devotion. once you finish, you lean back onto your haunches, smiling up at him eagerly.

"say thank you, princess," he eyes you, thumb tracing across your cheek.

"thank you, sir," you say, eyes wide and devout as you watch him unbuckle his pants and take himself out once more. he palms himself once, eyes closed and groaning, before returning his gaze to you knelt below him.

"now are you gonna be good and finish me off like you wanted to?"

[rinbowaman]

Myyy loveeeee, i just read the Heethan imagine withe period on the Bed. What would heethan do if we got a period stain in public? (It happend to me in 8the grade, i didnr go to school for 3 days cuse i was sooo embaressed XD)

Love youuuu❤️🫶🏼

“Sorry about that babe…”

Warnings: Some minor fluff, reader has her period unexpectedly, public humiliation, think that's it really.

Hope you guys enjoy this Drabble. Ngl I think this happens to the best of us, so my dear @lisaaannna, you aren’t alone in this.

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“Pretty baby! Are you ready?” 

“Coming down!” 

Responding to Heeseung’s call, you make your way down the stairs hastily, phone in hand, and a soft smile on your face to greet him with. “Sorry, babe.” 

“No worries, are you okay?” His voice published a sense of concern after noting that you took a bit longer in getting ready, yet you weren’t elaborately dressed or decorated. Donning a simple sundress with subtle low heeled sandals, you nod in reassurance as he receives you in front of the last step. Quietly, you inform him of the false arrival of your time of the month. “Yeah I’m fine, I had some minor cramping and figured it was…you know– but it ended up being a false alarm. It will probably hit later this week.” 

Raising his hand, he delicately cups your cheek and stares intently into your eyes. “You sure you feel okay going out today?” 

Eagerly, you nod once more as you give your answer, expressing an adorning look from his affectionate sense of concern. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m excited!” 

His eyes shift low as he gives a single nod with a faint smirk. Taking you by the hand, he kisses your forehead and leads you out the door. The group had planned well ahead of time for this day to come, the opening of a new theme park. Everything had been coordinated months ago, and the tickets had all been pre-bought to secure everyone’s attendance at the festive opening of the new resort. It wasn’t a day that you could possibly give up, not after waiting for so long, especially since you had been looking forward to going with Heeseung, considering you both had yet to attend such a fun-filled event. Though he displayed his usual reserved and stoic countenance, he was just as eager to take you out. Any moment where he found himself spending an entire day doing everything with you, became the highlight of his life. Even though he prefers to stay at home with you, he realizes that taking you out on recreational dates was something you desired and appreciated, and he was happy to oblige so long as you met his demands to remain by his side, never to stray off, and to not associate with anyone. All of which was non-negotiable of course, yet you didn’t mind. 

The drive was long, nearly three hours. You and the crew headed out first thing in the morning to avoid traffic, and just as planned, you all arrived at perfect timing. Parking wasn’t an issue, the lines were short, and everyone was able to dip into the food stands before the area became too crowded. Taking a map, H/Nl suggests starting at Harry Potter’s World, and migrating to all the other regions from there on. 

The clock strikes noon and everyone had already been having a blast. Exploring the mapped out regions, hopping on one ride after another, you and Heeseung partook on the park’s more thrilling rides. You swore, this man was not afraid of anything, for even the most intimidating roller coasters had barely caused him to blink an eye when reaching the peak of its enthralling feature. You couldn’t say the same for yourself since you had grabbed onto his arm and buried your face into his bicep at the start of every ride. Nevertheless, you both were having a great time. 

“Anyone else hungry?” One of the boys vocalizes, to which everyone agreed and opted to go back to the food stands to grab lunch. Finishing up, you guys went back into exploring the remainder of the themed regions in the park, walking from one area to the next. The resort became overbearing as more people started to show up, causing the park to become overcrowded. Still, everyone was determined to explore the rest of the area, and so, you all headed towards the next themed region. While walking, you held hands with Heeseung, often glancing over to take in the sight of him sipping on his rather large drink. You chuckled as he puckered his lips around the straw, and were about to ask him if he was having a good time when unexpectedly, you felt a familiar sense that leaked its way out and started to flow from in between your thighs. 

A sudden rush of warm liquid that dispensed all too quickly, and even though you came prepared with the necessities to contain it, there wasn’t a restroom station nearby for you to tend to the matter. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyhow, much to your despair, since the flow was constant and already dripping down your legs. In a sudden notion, you reached out and grabbed onto Heeseungs arm while your steps came to a halt. He was in mid step when he felt you abruptly grab onto his arm. Turning half way around, he notices the wide eyed stare you dispelled onto the ground, along with the quiet burst of short gasps that escaped your lips. Something was wrong, and he didn’t need to stare at your face long for him to see it. Just as he was about to ask, a crimson trail making its way down your leg catches his eye, in plain sight for the world to see. Moving the slightest bit didn’t help, the movement caused the blood to seep out faster, you were helplessly frozen and didn’t know what to do. 

A large group from behind walks in your direction, and you begin to dread the humiliation that was forthcoming once they take notice of the stains in your dress, and the bright red coating of your legs with the blood pooling in the heel of your sandals. If that wasn’t bad enough, the crew that you came along with turned around after noticing that you and Heeseung were behind, and began to retract their steps to see what was up. A string of individuals and couples pass by and take notice, already making whispering comments that drowns you in a whirlpool of embarrassment. Trapped in between the oncoming crowds, you closed your eyes as your lips began to quiver, when suddenly you felt a cold splash hit you. 

Gasping at the brusque sensation, you look around to find that you were covered from the waist down in red fluid, one that was not leaking out from in between your legs. The ends of your hair had become drenched from the splash, and you look up to see Heeseung standing before you with his cup in hand, completely emptied. The scent of a cherry flavored punch hits your nostrils, you stood confused and stunned upon realizing that he had poured his entire jumbo sized beverage all over you. “Sorry about that babe.” 

You uttered your soft whimpers, trying to formulate words but nothing came out. H/N and Jake arrive with the rest of the group behind them, all in shock at the sight of what looked to be a freak accident. 

“Oh my gosh! Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?” 

H/N assesses the damage, and takes note of the empty cup in Heeseung’s hand, with hints of the juicy residue decorating the rim and dripping on the sides of the container. The plastic lid and straw lay pitifully by your feet, and you remain in shock as you feel yourself bleeding out. 

“My fault, I spilled my drink on her by accident when she asked for a sip.” Heeseung nonchalantly tells the group as he tosses the cup into a nearby trash bin. “Let me take you home, yeah? We should get this off before it ruins your dress.” Taking you by the hand, he walks you to exit the theme park and leads you back to his car. Everyone looked and stared for a moment, remarking how there must have been an incident that resulted in someone obviously spilling their drink on you. Thanks to the red coloring of the juice, every one you had walked passed on your way to the exit wasn't able to notice the blood that continuously dripped from beneath your dress. Opening the door for you, Heeseung sits you down, not at all concerned about the juice–or the blood getting on the seats. “Don’t worry about that babe, that can be taken out.” 

As if he read your mind, he comforts you by expressing his lack of concern for the stain and instead looks at you, flaring a soft smirk. “Seatbelt, beautiful.” 

He gently shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s seat. Starting the car, he doesn’t say a word and acts completely neutral, leaving no hints of intention in explaining the reasoning behind his actions, even though by now it became obvious to you. With your eyes becoming shiny from the tears that were forming, you felt overwhelmed by his quick reaction in saving you from the humiliation that was knocking at your door. But it wasn't just his instinctive reaction, it was the careful and considerate measure of preparations that came along with it.

You had to hear him say it. You had to hear him tell you in his own words why he did it. Why he got cherry flavored punch in a large size, knowing full well that he didn't like fountain drinks because they were too sweet for his liking, especially flavors with red coloring because they contained the most sugar. Yet he had purchased it and took minimal sips as he carried it along, stating that he didn't mind holding onto it even though you offered to take it off his hands, especially when you felt how cold his skin had become from single handedly carrying it during the lengthy walk. You had to hear him tell you...because it was moments like this that reminded you why you fall for this man every day, despite suffering his abrasive sense of love and affection, all drafted by the heavy flaws of obsession, possessiveness.

“...Did…”

“Hmm?” he looks up, slightly raising a brow as he maintains that soft and gentle smirk. “Yes baby?”

“Did you…was that because…”

“What are you trying to say pretty?”

Looking at him with glistening eyes, a single tear escapes your ducts and travels down your cheek. 

“Oh you must be sad because I spilled my drink on you. I’m sorry about that, I had a moment of clumsiness.” Putting the car in reverse, he smoothly backs the car out of the parking space, and maintains his focus on the road as he switches back over to drive. “Tell you what kiddo…” 

Heading towards the main exit, he keeps his eyes on the road as he vocals out his resolve. 

“Why don’t I make it up to you by taking you home, and while you clean yourself up, I’ll get your favorite pastries and make you some tea, and we can sit in and watch some movies. Hmm?” 

You softly smiled as the downpour of tears took over your expression. You quietly mouthed out “thank you” and watched as he let out a faint chuckle while staring down at the steering wheel, waiting at a red light with an expression on his face that was most melancholy.

“For what? It was my fault that we had to leave early, the least I can do is spoil you for the rest of the evening…and tomorrow…maybe even for the next few days.” Looking back into your eyes, he nearly whispers as he raises a hand, and gently drags his finger up along your cheek, collecting the tear drop against his knuckle. “At least let me take care of you for a little while…to make up for my dumb mistake.”

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[alienoresimagines]

Hi, 🤗 If you take the clegan prompt and it inspires you, what about SCREAM or CAREFUL? (depending of your whump mood 😉)

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

Sooo I may have gone a little overboard with this but it was so much fun, thank you !!❤️ I went with the second one but I'm keeping [SCREAM] in a corner of my doc ;) Here you have 2520 words of fluff and a tiny bit of angst though I apologize if the writing is a bit rusty, I haven't written anything since ... *checks AO3* 2022 so it's been awhile 😅 I hope you'll like it ❤️

And thank you to @triggerlil for beta reading this 🥰😘

Title is from Drag Me Under by Sleep Token (amazing Clegan fanvid with it here )

Drag Me Under | Buck x Bucky (also on AO3)

Buck’s always been quiet by nature, he doesn’t particularly like being the center of attention. When he smiles wide, he ducks his head and puts a hand in front of his mouth to hide and prevent anyone from noticing him. It’s rare to get a full-body laugh from him and damn near impossible if you’re not Bucky. So, it figures he’d be a quiet sleeper too. If Bucky’s attention wasn’t always somehow on Gale and every little thing he does, he doubts he’d have noticed the other man had fallen asleep. As it is, Bucky is mesmerized, the radio and the baseball game all but forgotten. A bomb could go off and he doesn’t think it would be enough for him to tear his gaze away. 

Buck’s leaning on the armrest, not quite slumping down but not sitting as straight as he would awake, his eyes closed and pink lips slightly parted to let out soft exhales. His eyelashes fan over delicate cheekbones, mirroring his usually carefully styled hair that falls over his forehead in soft strands, no longer abiding by the products Buck had slicked them back with in the morning. Bucky aches to touch, to card his fingers through the golden locks and feel again how soft they are. To feel Buck’s warmth on his fingertips as he gently traces them over his cheeks. He looks young, Bucky thinks, which isn’t quite right. He looks his age, a fact that Bucky often forgets because he’s never thought of Buck as anything but his equal. Yet in the dim light of the table lamp painting his skin a soft gold, shadows rounding the edges of a jawline still too sharp after months of not enough food, book forgotten on his lap, Buck looks unbearably young, and Bucky is overwhelmed with the need to care, to protect. 

It’s not like Buck can’t do that for himself. Bucky knows firsthand how capable Buck is, and has experienced multiple times the warmth curling in his chest and the burst of pride taking over his being at seeing just how competent Buck is. But there is a special trust in Buck allowing himself to let his guard down in such a vulnerable manner around him. A silent “I know you won’t hurt me” that Bucky still can’t bring himself to feel deserved. It only makes him want to curl around Buck and hold him tight to his chest, show him that his trust won’t be misplaced again, that Bucky will never let himself fall as low as he did once. He will never forgive himself for hurting his Buck as he did in the Stalag, even if the man himself had forgiven immediately, had insisted that “there’s nothing to forgive Bucky, it’s just this place”. In a way, he was right. Any plane of existence witnessing Bucky being intentionally cruel and hurting Buck had to be Satan’s personal hell. It certainly was Bucky’s.

He’ll never forget the way Brady tensed whenever he was close or the way Benny scooted closer to Buck when he approached. At first, he’d thought they were scared of him and while the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to try and snap out of it. Only after his fight with Gale, when Benny placed himself between him and Buck for their meager dinner while looking him straight in his eyes, his jaw clenched and anger pouring out of him in waves did John realize that they thought they needed to protect Buck from him. Flak could have pierced the cockpit while he was on the left seat, pinning him to the metal while steel pierced his heart till he was choking on his own blood, and Bucky knew it would have hurt less than that realization. Buck had never made any indication that he was scared of him but Bucky had hit him. The mere thought of it, the feel of his rib cracking under his boot had Bucky nauseous whenever his thoughts strayed back to it. Hurting Buck felt like betraying his own heart. That had been a terrifying awakening and when the bloodcurdling shame had turned into steel determination, he’d promised himself: never again. He will never be the reason Buck hurts or feels unsafe. 

And here they were now, Buck feeling safe enough to fall asleep just an arm’s distance away. Bucky’s no stranger to duty, but this one, this promise, feels like the most important one in his life. Perhaps that’s what his mother had meant when she had said, long before he enlisted, in their little kitchen, as Bucky stood at a crossroads not knowing what he wanted to do with his life, that every person was put on this Earth for a purpose and that he’d find his soon. 

Suddenly overwhelmed with the need to make sure that this is real, that he did get home to Buck and Buck to him, he rises from his armchair, turning off the radio as he does, and crouches down in front of Buck, letting his eyes roam all over the prettiest face he’s ever seen. The parted pink lips with a cupid’s bow that always made Bucky want to capture those lips with his own to feel how soft they were, the constellations of freckles and beauty marks on his cheeks and lightly dusting his nose that he often traces with his fingers until Buck complains that the touch tickles but still leaning into it, the fading scars on his cheeks that Bucky always kisses in the morning when he wakes up and in the evening when they go to bed.

Yet, despite his vow and his best wishes bordering on despair, he knows there are some things he can’t protect Buck from, the evidence of this painted in lilac under the younger’s eyes. Bucky wishes he could erase the bruises with a caress of his fingers and tender kisses, that he could place himself as a dam sturdy enough that nightmares could only crash against him without ever reaching the shore of Buck’s dreams. It hurts to know he can only hold Buck close to his chest and whisper sweet nothings in his ear to bring the love of his life out of the water and back to him, anchoring him with gentle caresses and mindless humming until memories of war and horrors recede like waves back to the sea. His gaze lingers on the traces of fatigue on Buck’s face, made all the more apparent by the lack of frown between his brows, the relaxed tilt of his mouth for once not pulled in a serious line. 

Experimentally, Bucky slowly takes the book from Buck’s hands, letting them fall on the man’s lap. He doesn’t stir as Bucky carefully places the bookmark where Buck presumably stopped reading before placing it on the coffee table, near the lamp. Had Buck been able to sleep for more than three hours a night for the past week, he would’ve woken at the movement and blinked sleepily at Bucky before bashfully apologizing, ducking his head just so as he did. His sweet, darling Buck, now exhausted by memories that wouldn’t leave him alone. Bucky’s heart twists painfully in his chest and he’s helpless but to reach out and touch, gently stroking the golden locks off his forehead before cupping his cheek. Instinctively, Buck leans into the touch of his palm until his head rests entirely against the cradle of Bucky’s hand, trusting him even at his most vulnerable, even when he’s not conscious of it. John’s so in love that he doesn’t think he’d need a B-17 for him to soar through the skies. He’s never held anything so precious in his life. How strange, to know his heart fits so perfectly into the curve of his palm.

Swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat and blinking back the wetness in his eyes, Bucky sighs softly before weighing his options. Waking up Buck is clearly out of the question, because if there are some things Bucky can’t protect the other man from, sheltering one of his rare peaceful rest is the least he can do. He could wedge a pillow between the armrest and Buck’s head, cover him with a blanket and let him sleep but the other would still wake up with a stiff back. They’d both slept in worse conditions during the war, but echoes of a past confession swirl in Bucky’s mind until they form the image of a little Gale, not even Buck yet, let alone One-Engine Cleven, sleeping and shivering outside a pony track. He doesn’t have to think about it for long before deciding to find a way to get Buck in bed without waking him up. For as long as Bucky lives, Gale Cleven will never have to sleep anywhere but in a warm and comfortable bed, where he’ll feel safe and free to burrow into the covers and stretch in the lazy morning while curling up closer to Bucky. 

Admittedly, there aren’t many options to get Buck in bed that don’t require him to be awake. He could gently shake him awake and hope Buck won’t wake entirely, just enough to walk somewhat on his own while Bucky guides him, but there”s always the risk that he won’t be able to fall back asleep after that. So, Bucky won’t wake him. The only way is to carry Buck to their bed and, while Bucky is confident he can, he doesn’t want Buck to wake in the middle of their trip and panic. Bucky strokes his thumb back and forth on the other’s cheekbone and watches as Buck imperceptibly nuzzles his palm, his face completely relaxed. Trusting. John has always been a betting man and he’ll be damned if one day he doesn’t bet on them. BuckandBucky. Pursing his lips, he nods once as he comes to a decision, edging slightly closer to the couch as he wiggles an arm beneath bony knees and the other around Buck’s shoulders.

“Alright, doll, wheels up.”

It doesn’t take as much effort as Bucky would have liked to scoop Buck in his arms, pausing when he stirred lightly once as he maneuvered the other’s arm on his stomach so it wouldn’t hang awkwardly off his frame and a second time to make sure his head was resting comfortably on Bucky’s shoulder. Even though it’s been months since the Stalag, Buck still hasn’t gotten back all the weight he lost and while he is nowhere near as skinny as he was in February, he’s still too light. It makes Bucky’s guts go tight with worry and he tightens his grip with the arm he has under Buck’s knees and the one around his back, pressing a kiss to the golden crown. They’ll have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow.

Hair the color of wheat tickles his neck and chin as he moves carefully up the stairs and Buck’s warm exhales fan over his chest. Through his worry, Bucky can feel warmth spreading through his entire being at such a demonstration of trust and vulnerability. He knows he’s broader than most, and his build has often been a source of pride, especially in his teens while he was still trying to find himself among others. And though Buck is no small man either, only two inches shorter than Bucky, he’s always been on the leaner side. No less powerful than him, but all grace and lean muscles. In the Stalag, Bucky had despaired and cursed at the difference as he watched Buck wither away faster than others, his shoulder blades like two broken wings piercing through his shirt that hung off his frame. Now, he feels a sense of gratefulness that perhaps, his slightly broader form helps Buck feel protected and safe. 

Even though Buck’s lighter than he should be, Bucky’s arms and backs scream in protest at the prolonged exertion but he grits his teeth against the ache and opens their bedroom door with his elbow. The moon hasn’t risen yet, the sky a pinkish color through the window illuminating the room with a soft glow. Carefully, Bucky deposits Buck on the bed, first his legs then his upper body, one hand cradling the back of his head as he lowers him to the pillow. Buck sleeps on, lips slightly parted, and Bucky can’t resist swiping a few errand strands off his forehead before placing a feather-light kiss there. Stretching back up, he considers changing Buck into comfier clothes as he knows the man will purse his lips in disgust at the wrinkles that are sure to be in his current clothes in the morning but Bucky’s own limbs are calling out for him to rest. He’ll just kiss Buck’s pout in the morning, he figures with a grin. Still, he knows Buck hates sleeping without a blanket on, even in the sweltering heat of summer, so he untucks the covers from their army-regulated folds and manages to cover Buck with them, effectively tucking him in. Hovering over him, hand braced near his head on the pillow, Bucky’s once again struck by how beautiful the other is. With his blond hair forming a halo on the white pillow, he really does look like an angel. Bucky’s angel. His gaze drifts to the long blond eyelashes fanning over delicate cheekbones, and his lips tingle with the need to see again how they’d feel against them. Slowly, he lowers himself to press barely there kisses to the skin under Buck’s eyes, feels the soft brush of eyelashes and the warmth of his skin against his lips. It’s only been an hour at most but Bucky already misses the blue of his eyes. John huffs a laugh at the thought. He really is gone for this man, isn’t he ?

Then, Buck shifts in his sleep and Bucky freezes, afraid he’d woken him up with his affections. But the other only turns on his side, one hand going under his pillow while the other latches on to Bucky’s as it rests against the pillow, and brings it closer to his face, sighing contentedly as he does so. Bucky’s heart starts hammering in his chest as waves of fondness pour out of him. He is filled with so much love for the man under him he’s surprised he hasn’t exploded yet, but he supposes it is because his love bleeds through everything he does, every word he speaks. This, he thinks, this is why I fought. For this love, I’d do it all over again. As long as I get to love him like this, I’ll never not come home.

Careful not to dislodge his hand from Buck’s gentle hold, he slides under the covers behind him, chest to back, tangling their legs together, and nuzzles his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his spine.

“You and me, Buck.”

Buck, still asleep, instantly presses closer until they are closer to one than to two like they’ve always been and always were meant to be.

BuckandBucky.

[moonlightazriel]

Runaway /// Eris X F!Reader

Summary: “I’ve read some of your Eris fics before and I thought they were sooo good. I was wondering if you could make a short story of the reader running away from the spring court at night time and Eris finds them injured and passed out in a cave and when he finds them he feels the bond snap in place? Or something like that? Hope that made sense 😅”

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death

Word Count: 951

Notes: This was so funny to do! Thanks for the request darling. Love Eris ❤️

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Something crawled behind her, the thing crushing leaves underneath it as it rushed to get her, her chest moved up and down as she ran, her muscles burned and she felt like giving up, her body begging her to stop. Her abdomen bled, and the makeshift bandage was covered in the red liquid and water as the rain kept pouring on her, she was left alone to fight for her life.

The entry of the cave was rather small and if she wasn’t paying attention she wouldn’t even see it, she crawled inside, making sure to walk all the way inside, the darkness surrounded her and she blinked, trying, with no success, to see something before she passed out.

“Fuck!” Eris cursed under his breath, his clothes and boots soaked in water, he was hunting with his brothers when the storm began, the temperature dropping significantly as the night took place, something told him he had to seek shelter before he froze to death, something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

The small cave was dark at first, it was almost unnoticeable, something tugged at his chest, forcing him inside. Eris let a sparkle of flames burn in his hand, he could see that he would be protected, the small entry prevented the water from coming in, so everything was pretty much dry as he explored it, it had a curve to the left that led to the end of the cave.

His boots hit the floor as he walked the path, to make sure nothing would surprise him from the darkness, he was feeling particularly angry at the moment and having to fight wouldn’t make him feel any better. A soft snore echoed in the cave walls, and he raised an eyebrow, hand grabbing the handle of his sword, but as he approached the end of the cave, he saw a female in a pool of blood.

She was still breathing, but he didn’t know for how long, she had some cuts and bruises on her face, her delicate features, the soft cheeks and pink lips, she wasn’t from Autumn, and by the faint smell of flowers, she could only be from Spring. He lifted her up, and she frowned, her eyes still closed. He had to take her back to the Forest House, her face was as white as a ghost and her chest moved scarily slow, like she was about to breath for the last time any minute. He pulled her closer, carefully holding her, so she wouldn’t get even more hurt, and then he winnowed away.

Everything smelled like burned wood as he stepped out of the fire, inside the Forest House, yelling for help as he moved to his room, servants followed him, and he gently placed her on his bed, without a care in the world about getting his sheets dirty, he had to save her. A healer was brought and started to work on her, stitching and cleaning her wounds. The princeling didn’t left her side as they worked.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

She could hear the screams around her village, the houses burning down, people running, trying to escape, a tall male stepped in front of her, a devilish smile across his blood stained face, the looting and murders in the villages near the border wasn’t something new, but Y/N didn’t expect they would reach even the smallest ones, like her hometown.

She was working at the inn, serving costumers, talking to people she knew when they came, bringing death and despair with their swords, Spring wasn’t a safe place anymore, not since the High Lord abandoned his people, he should be protecting them, stopping this carnage. She tried to block the door, but the males were stronger than her, so she ran.

The man looked at her like he wanted to devour her soul, making her shiver as she didn’t see a way out, that devilish smile as he cut her belly open, she held her organs inside, screaming in pain as she used her apron, foolishly trying to stop the blood.

That bloodlust look on his face was the only thing she saw looming in the dark.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“All those years ago I was a coward, mother, leaving Morrigan to die at the border.” Eris paced around, his mother looked at her gently, grabbing his hand to stop him.

“You protected her, your father was going to kill her. Maybe you should hide this female, Mother knows what he’ll do to her.” Her voice was kind as she pulled her son closer, kissing his forehead.

“He’ll have to kill me before i let him put his hands on her.” This was his chance of redemption, he could save her, he would fight with his father if he needed to but he wouldn’t let her die, he wouldn’t be a coward anymore.

The scream pierced the air, making the Autumn heir turn around in his heels, rushing through the house to get to his room. The door was cracked open, some servants tried to calm the female down, she was in the corner, holding a knife, swinging it in the direction of whoever dared to step closer.

“We’re here to help!” He said, hands in the air as he started to walk closer.

“Where am i?” She looked at him in the eyes, he could see his whole future there, the love he craved and a chance of a better life, a life he wouldn’t be obligated to blindly follow his father’s orders, a life he would actually make a difference for his people, he could see hope, as the burning thread attached him to the female, for the rest of his immortal life.

“You’re home.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Okay ive been rereading your old blurbs lately and omggg once again i was reminded how talented you are, and the ones w/ Hannibal teaching reader abt masturbation etc were my fav 💚🙏🏻 sooo i was wondering since he gave lessons on how to both touch herself and him, what if he taught her how to actually have sex for the 1st time aaaaaa being soft and delicate yet still slightly keeping that medical professionalism

Thank you so much!! I’m really glad you like my stuff ❤️❤️❤️

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“Alright, deep breath,” he said softly, glancing down before his eyes returned to your face. “Let me know if you need me to stop, but I’ll go very slow.”

You nodded, trying to slow down your breathing. He’d prepared you thoroughly for the last hour with his hands and mouth, but you were still a little nervous about the initial sting.

He was gentle, as he’d promised, and that only made you want him more. So much so that you’d begged him to get inside you countless times, but he did not relent until he deemed you were truly ready for him.

And there you were now.

You let out a shuddery exhale as he slowly pushed in… but the stretch wasn’t nearly as bad as you’d expected. Your body relaxed some, nails no longer digging into his arms.

“How’s that?” He asked, his voice slightly strained with the pleasure he was trying to stifle, keeping himself still. “Any pain?”

You shook your head, but your brows were still furrowed. “U-um… not much. Just different. Good.”

His hips canted forward until he was fully inside, eliciting a little mewl from you. He bent down to kiss your forehead.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, smiling softly. “You’re doing so good. If I hadn’t given you so much attention, this would’ve hurt a lot more.”

“Y-you can, um, move if you want,” you said, needing more of all the sensations you were currently experiencing for the first time.

He began to thrust shallowly and slowly, his pelvis grinding slightly against your clit with each movement. Inside you, he was reaching spots you never thought you could possibly reach, and while it was a little overwhelming, it wasn’t a bad feeling.

“How’s this?”

You nodded almost mindlessly. “It-it feels so deep… Is it supposed to be that deep?”

“Yes, my love. You’re taking me so, so very well. And if I angle my hips like this…”

You felt the head of his cock drag over a sensitive, ridged spot that made your legs jump.

“Oh,” you gasped, eyes widening momentarily. “Oh…”

He chuckled, caressing one of your legs. “Just you wait, I still have a lot to show you.”

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[seangelfish]

gardenia, pansy and red rose for mayoi pls 😖🙏🙏❤️

Mayoi Ayase

🌼 gardenia: would they be good at keeping a relationship secret, if needed?

– Absolutely. He keeps a lot of secrets, so it's not surprising that he's able to keep your relationship with him a secret. He's a mysterious character. Therefore, your relationship will remain a mystery too.

– His heart will skip a beat whenever he sees you. A slight smile may appear on his face. However, he won't go further than that. He won't speak to you in public either. Even when you're producing one of ALKALOID's projects, Mayoi will let the rest of his members speak to you instead. He's really good at this.

– Though, when it's just the two of you, the affection he has bottled up inside will burst out. He's going to stutter out his compliments on how beautiful you were today, how the outfit you picked out looked lovely, and how your voice sounded like music to his ears.

"I-I'm sorry for ignoring you when we're at work..." he snivels. "Please know that I will a-always love you..."

"It's okay, my love. I really appreciate it that you're taking our relationship a secret seriously."

🌼 pansy: who likes to tease their s/o the most? how do they react to being teased?

– Definitely you. Mayoi doesn't have it in his bones to tease you. Mainly because he can't tease you even if he tried his hardest to, and because he doesn't want to.

– But there are times, although rare, that he may slip something out which shocks the both of you.

“Mayoi, today was sooo tiring. Can you carry me home~?” you say in a whine.

"I-I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I can't do that. I'm also really tired from rehearsals today..."

You ignore him. Holding your hands up, you were ready for him to carry you (albeit you were just teasing him). "Mayoi, pleaseee!" you continue.

"(Y/N), I caaan't~" he whines in the same tone you just pulled.

You stop for a moment and so does he. You react positively whenever this does happen, but he will always be embarrassed of the way he tries teasing you.

– And of course, he also gets embarrassed when you do tease him – and that is often. He's a really easy target to tease, and his reactions to being teased are adorable. He immediately tenses up, his face becoming the colour of roses. But what you really like the most is when he would plead for you to stop. It just makes you want to tease him even more.

🌹 red rose: what turns them on the most? (cw: slightly suggestive)

– Following the pansy prompt, it's the teasing that would turn him on the most. But it depends on how you tease him in the moment. If you tease him in a way to make the two of you laugh, then he isn't going to get turned on by that. He's just going to cower into a ball out of shyness. If you tease him in a delicate, sensual way as you whisper nothing but sweet little 'jokes', then something inside him will arouse.

– He's more into praise than degradation. He genuinely gets upset if you do try to degrade him or if your jokes go a little too far. When you praise him, however, his mood shifts and he feels a little giddy. He wants you to praise him even more, and that's when the two of you get down to business...

– Your touch sends shivers down his spine too. You may touch him a lot, but there are times you touch him ever so softly that it makes him tingle.

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[aquagirl1978]

Hiii Aqua!! Such a fun event!! I’d love to make a request 🥰

Would you please consider Silvio + touches #12 + 🌶️ (if you’re open to making it spicy ofc hehe)

Sooo excited to see what you come up with!! ❤️

Hi @jozhenji - always a pleasure to see you in my inbox! With Silvio's route release teased a few hours ago, I think now is just the perfect time to fill this request.

I'll See You Soon - Silvio Ricci x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event

Pairing: Silvio Ricci x Reader

Prompt: reaching for the other in the dark

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“Silvio! There’s no peeking!” 

“What? I can’t see a damned thing in here!” With my eyes squeezed shut, you held my hands as you led me into your room, stumbling straight into your heart. I could picture the angry scowl that’s marring your beautiful face right now; but don’t worry, that will fade away and your bright smile will soon shine through.

“Just one more step…. Good. Now keep your eyes closed.”

“Y’know, I kinda like this bossy side of you.” I laughed as you immediately swatted my arm; your touch, light and playful, did more to provoke than punish. 

I slid my hand up your forearm; your skin so soft and delicate against the rough calluses on my palms. “Now if only you’d let me open my eyes.”

“Silvio, no! It’s bad luck for the groom to see his bride on their wedding day!”

“Tch…that doesn’t sound awfully fair. You get to see me, and I don’t get to see you?”

“You’ll see me soon enough…” Your whispered promise was warm on my lips. Knowing how close you were to me, I reached out in the darkness, my arms wrapping around your body, pulling you close to me. 

“Then why did you bring me here? Just to look at me?” I whispered back.

I could feel your body shiver as I pressed my lips against yours in a gentle kiss that grew deeper as you threw your arms around my shoulders. My hands wanted to roam, explore every inch of your body. Claim you as mine.

But I held back and pulled away, breaking the kiss. There will be time for that later this evening. 

“I’ll see you soon,” I whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek before turning around, opening my eyes and leaving the room.

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[chelemlem]

oooh what kind of things do you bake? I'd love to try them sometimes 💞 have a sweet day!!

hello anon!!!!! thank u for giving me an excuse to talk about BAKING

sooo just before covid i took a 3 week dessert course and kind of became obsessed??? during lockdown i used to watch tons & tons of videos on process nd technique instead of physically yaknow Doing Anything bc i hated the idea of ~wasting ingredients~ at my mediocre skill level which looking back was an insane approach but i kinddd of think it helped bc when i started making things more regularly the improvement was p quick !!

my fave thing to bake is pastry (puff, choux, shortcrust, filo) so basically any kind of sweet tart/croissant/eclair/profiterole/pie ❤️ i also love a savoury curried egg or chicken puff but that's kind of a gamble bc what EYE think is an okay level of spice does not fly for everyone else. when it comes to large batches for a party or something i usually stick to sweet 2 be safe

pictured: fruit mascarpone tart → mango danish → tiny baby pains au chocolat <33

course i make cake and stuff too and it's FINE but i also know lots of ppl who are better at it lol. i'm pretty Terri at piping anything more complex than a simple swirl so when it comes to deco i tend to stick to covering the top with store-bought macarons/fruit and calling it a day. also maybe it's just me but full layer cakes are such a hassle to cut and store...... i adore a cutieful low commitment CUPCAKE tho <33

my order of preference when it comes to baking is pastry > cookies/brownies/cupcakes > layer cakes >>>>> bread. ugh BREAD i cannot figure her out but i Want to...... someday...

thing is bread is honestly such a delicate process where ur final product will flop unless the ratios are justé right and u proofed at something.000001 degrees and mercury is in retrograde whereas the rules of pastry are more relaxed and intuitive and involve doing vaguely unhinged things like holding fistfuls of ice cubes before you handle ur dough so the heat from ur palms doesn't melt the butter... it's also great for LAZY BITCHES LIKE ME because a "4 hour recipe minus baketime" sounds intense until u realize 3h15 mins of that is just chucking the thing in the fridge between rolls

choux au craquelin is probably what i make the most often. love a textured little cream puff!!! versatile and scalable and easy to transport... she's that girl truly

also today i remade the mango one i was telling k about and it turned out muchhh better with a chunkier filling yay 🥭

convinced i'm never going to get a pretty cross-section in my life but wtvr they still tasted good !!!

goals for the future:

bread but specifically this yummy pesto babka i had in february

creme brulee donut......... need her

crookie but less dry bc i've been kind of unimpressed by the ones i've had so far

something citrusy w/o relying on chocolate as a crutch

basically i really love baking! like experimenting/trying new recipes ofc but also just the process of consciously altering and improving upon stuff you've already made :')

and yeah feeding ppl is bonus <3 hope u have a good day too!!!

[first-mistake-forever-more]

youe giving sooo He/him with your big eyes and long hair & delicate face soft lips❤️❤️❤️

[chvoswxtch]

Hi court honeyyy first time coming off anon im so shyyyy but i’d like to join the celebration 

Can i request a margarita wirh frank Castle there is this song i love sooo much it’s called “anything by adrianne lenker” especially these lyrics i cant stop thinking about frank while listening to it..

(GOD I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH EVEN IF YOU DONT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT THIS ITS OKAY I’D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE LYRICS ITS SO ADORABLEEEEEE and youre so adorable i love you you spoil us soooo muchhh Xx💋💋💋💐💐

roy my love!!!

first off, this song is so cute. thank you for coming off anon so i can smooch you through my screen. i love you & i hope you enjoy. ❤️

blurb below the cut

anything

and i don’t wanna talk about anything

Words never came easy to Frank. He could never find the right ones. They never came out the right way. Even the ones that had the correct definitions didn’t match what he felt inside. They were always something he struggled with. Anyone could say anything and make it sound pretty, or smart, or right. But for all you know, they could be talking out of their ass, using words like keys to see which one unlocks what they want.

Frank preferred to show. He trusted actions. It was how he expressed himself. 

You didn’t mind that he didn’t talk a whole lot. His presence was comforting enough on its own. His consistency was confirmation enough that he wanted this too. The little things he did for you let you know he actually listened when you talked. The subtle changes or rearranges you needed out of his behavior or schedule were done as soon as you voiced them. There were a million silent ways he told you he loved you throughout the day.

And there were a million ways you told him you loved him back without ever saying a word.

Like when he came home well past the Devil’s hour, resembling a broken and jagged stained glass window, remnants of rubies, sapphires, and amethysts protruding from and stuck within his skin, and you knew solely from the absence in his eyes he wasn’t in the mood to speak. Lightly guiding him towards the confessional in the bathroom, using the simmering flow of water to wash away the sins of the night, along with the entanglement of blood that was both his and foreign. Using touches softer than an angel’s wing to carefully piece him back together and giving testaments of forgiveness with your lips to the parts of him that weren’t torn or bruised to help mend the body and mind. 

When you finally got him into bed, you pulled him into the haven of your arms, holding his head to your chest to soothe him with the hymns of your heart. The weight of his body on yours was just as comforting to you as the softness of your skin was to him. The way your fingers softly brushed through his messy hair told him that you were there. The warmth of your skin on his cheek told him that he was home. The way your fingertips delicately trailed up and down his spine told him that you didn’t care what he had done tonight. The gentle kiss you pressed to his nose that had been broken one too many times told him that you still found him beautiful. The embrace you held him in tightly until morning told him that you still loved him.

And the soft kiss he placed to your chest, right over your heart, told you more than a few words ever could.

Thank you. Please don’t ever leave. I love you.

[r4inb0wc4f3]

❤️ Small things that matter part 2

“Hey Sanji, uhm I wanna sketch a little but it’s kind of too noisy outside, is it ok if a sit here?” Asked the curly haired to the Straw Hats cook “Yeah, I don’t see a problem with it as long as you don’t interrupt me” Usopp smiled “Ok then! Thanks a lot! Promise I won’t distract you!”

And so the sniper took his stuff and sat on the dinning table to start his sketches, he passed through some pages and noticed his last drawing a sketch of Nami taking care of her tangerines, doing something she cared a lot about ‘Maybe… since Sanji is here, I could do a little sketch of him while he is cooking’ Usopp thought ‘Though I’m not sure how comfortable he is with that…’Usopp hesitated to start his drawing of the cook ‘Well… it’s not like he’ll see it…’ he ended up doing it anyway, he couldn’t resist it, it was the perfect opportunity, and now that he had the idea he couldn’t get it out of his head, so he started sketching.

Sanji was moving around, but Usopp was good at capturing live moments like he did with Nami, he started drawing the kitchen, he took a peek to make sure the cook didn’t notice him drawing him, he was apparently making some drinks, then he took another look and another and then another, but making sure the blonde wouldn’t notice him, but he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was.

The cook came close to him “What are you drawing?” He asked with a cigarette on his mouth “U-U-Uh nothing!!!!” He said as he hide his sketchbook “Nothing? Hmm, but I did hear your pen, I also noticed you looking my way” ‘Shit!’ Was all the sniper could think “Several times” ‘Shit!’ He thought again.

“Hmm, well, maybe you don’t want me to see what you are drawing, is that it?” The tall man asked “I-“ The cook looked at him as he tried to come up with a lie, at the end he couldn’t so he just said the truth “Y-yeah… you are right, I don’t want you t-to uhm see what I’m drawing…” He said shyly “And why may that be?” The cook asked calmly “Well… Im a little ashamed of it… I really didn’t want you to find out…”

The blonde one took a smoke out of his cigarette as he thought about what Usopp said “Could it be… that you where drawing me?” Usopp’s heart skipped a beat, he was able to read him so easily, the sniper took a big breath before answering in shame “Y-yes” was all that he could reply, he looked down, he couldn’t look at him in the eyes, but to Usopp’s surprise the cook smirked “May I see it?” He asked and Usopp’s heart skipped a beat again “Y-you mean you aren’t mad at me?!” The dark eyed asked “Why would I be?” Answered the blonde “W-well I was drawing you without… without your permission…” He answered shyly “Well I don’t mind” Usopp looked up “For real?” The curly haired asked, the blonde hummed in affirmations “I’m actually honored” He said, and Usopp still couldn’t believe it “Really?!” He said with sparks on his eyes “Yeah, I’m dying to see it, so… are you ok with showing it to me?” Sanji asked calmly “Well… If you want to see it so badly, I can’t deny it from you, specially since I didn’t ask for your permission to do it” Sanji laughed “Well show it to me then!” Usopp nodded.

His sketch wasn’t finished but the basics where there, it just needed a little more detail that he wasn’t able to add because Sanji came to him, he flipped the pages until he got to it “Sooo… here it is! It’s not a big deal! It’s not even finished! It’s just a little sketch” Sanji smiled “Well… I think it’s amazing” Usopp’s heart start beating so fast “R-really?” “Sure thing! I really like it, it feels…” He paused, he seemed to be looking for the right words “Delicate, like a lot of care was put into it, I feel like it captures my essence while I cook, even if to you is just a “simple sketch”, I think you did great, I- I like it a lot” Usopp couldn’t help but blush, he isn’t used to compliments AT ALL, and them coming from Sanji…

“OH! Well pst it was nothing! To the great captain Usopp this things are easy! Besides being an awesome captain and sniper, I am a incredible artist!” He said with pride “Well, the “Great Captain Usopp” was just sweating buckets about this drawing just seconds ago” Usopp raised his finger as if he was going to say something, but he took it down and admitted defeat as he sighed “Heh you got me there” He replied, Sanji smirked.

“Well great captain Usopp, I would love it for you to finish it and maybe let me keep it? After all you did draw me without my permission, is only fair I keep it” Usopp couldn’t argue with that “Oh well, yeah, you can keep it- Wait! Oh I ended up distracting you from cooking! Shooo shooo go back to cooking! And that way I can keep drawing you too!” Sanji laughed “Hey don’t think you can boss me around! Though you are right I should get back to making this drinks” He said as he headed back to the kitchen “As you said they are being pretty loud out there, they might get tired and I’ll have some drinks ready for them” Usopp smiled “Is there one for me?” Sanji’s back was turned on Usopp “Of course there is” He replied and Usopp smiled again, not knowing that Sanji was smiling too as he said it.

The Straw Hats cook went back to work and Usopp to sketching now drawing freely without any fears, this drawing wasn’t for him anymore, it was for Sanji, he was going to work hard on it, at the end the drinks where finished and so was the drawing, Sanji handed Usopp one, before going outside and handing them out for the rest of the crew, Usopp thanked him, when Sanji came back Usopp handed him the drawing and the man praised it with joy, Usopp blushed at the compliments “Next time draw a portrait of me, you can keep that one, but only if you capture my charm” Sanji said and Usopp laughed “I sure will” He answered.

Now only Sanji knows where that sketch Usopp did of him is, but I’m sure it’s somewhere special.

Link to part 1

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❤️ FEATURE: @studby

I got something calm, balanced and with pretty light today for you.

If I were to describe this photo, one word would be subtle. Very delicate, balanced and simply arranged. First and the most eye-catching thing for me is light with all of the “delicate power”. Whole frame is rather in the dark and shadow tones but this light that gets into the frame thru the pillars is sooo enough. I draw lines on the floor directing our eyes into the minifig. And look at those contours on the blue legs and torso - beautiful.

I really like the whole composition, this less is more approach - not continuing the minifig is like 3(?) colours here.

Well done, really nice photo to watch, congratulations and hope that the umbrella wasn't needed 

Our only source of photos for feature is dedicated channel on our Discord, jump in and share your work with us

till the next time 

@archiminibricks

[meowzfordayz]

hello!! I was wondering if I could request aged up genya x afab Reader smut? Genya and Reader were playing around, and genya took her phone and lifted it above her head high. Like a scenario “you want me to give it back? Make me.” Thank you again! I love your writing ml and take your time no rush ❤️

Hiya! 😁 I LOVE this trope (partner x taller partner is always a fun dynamic heh), but I'm unfortunately going to decline your thirst since I have no idea when I'd feel inspired enough to do it justice. 😕

Just know that I envision...

Genya pinning Reader against a wall (not literally, but merely w/ the physical presence and broadness of his body), phone dangling carefully in his grip as he smirks smugly (he may or may not be moments away from crumbling into shyness and burying his face in Reader's neck teehee).

"You okay?" you ask softly, teasing lilt in your voice, tongue tracing your lips as Genya's gentle scent surrounds you.

He almost forgets to answer, pupils dilating, fixated on the shiny tip of your tongue.

"Genya?" you murmur, giggle stuck to the roof of your mouth, breath hitching as his awestruck expression quickly sharpens.

"I heard you the first time," he mutters, swallowing a nervous yelp as your hands make their way to his hips, "I'm fine."

"Sooo can I have my phone back?"

He nearly caves, chest aching to press into your playful warmth, heart full from the feeling of your nimble fingers bunching up the bottom of his shirt, exhaling shakily through his nose when you pout at him.

"You want me to give it back?" he muses, boxing you in, phone lowering ever so slightly.

You nod once, twice, all too aware of his quivering lungs, the telltale sweat beading at his temples, how his throat constricts when you thumb delicately at the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Make me."

SAY LESS. 😏😎