#THANK U FOR THE COMPLIMENT................!!!!!!!

[kpop-reactions-povs]

Yeosang-Hand feeding him in front of your family

@losangx5 Hope you like it ! I thought about this scenario a few days ago and wanted to try it out, I could always do another if u had something else in mind and don’t like this one (no problem )❤️

You hadn’t even realized how naturally the gesture came to you—how your fingers picked up a bit of food and gently reached toward Yeosang’s lips, until the room fell a little quieter.

It was supposed to be just another family dinner. One of those slightly chaotic, laughter-filled evenings where your mom kept offering everyone seconds and your little cousin had already spilled juice twice. But for you, having Yeosang there—sitting beside you, meeting your family properly for the first time—was the most nerve-wracking part of it all.

And he? He had been nothing but gentle smiles and sweet bows, his usual quiet charm weaving through every word. He helped your mom carry plates to the table. He complimented your dad’s taste in music. He asked questions about your family dog like he actually meant them. And he kept stealing glances at you—his knee brushing yours under the table, subtle and grounding.

It was when you saw him trying to reach for something just out of his grasp—a side dish you knew he loved—that you scooped a bit onto your plate and turned to him without thinking.

You held it up to his lips. “Here,” you whispered softly, your voice barely carrying over the table chatter. “You like this.”

Yeosang paused. His eyes met yours, wide for a second in surprise, before a smile gently curved his lips. Not teasing. Not embarrassed. Just… warm. Soft in a way only he could be.

And he leaned in, took the bite from your fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world. No hesitation. No shyness. Just trust. A quiet kind of intimacy.

He chewed slowly, watching you the whole time. Then, without a word, he reached for your hand under the table, lacing his fingers with yours.

Your aunt let out a playful little gasp. “Aigoo, they’re already like an old married couple,” she teased.

Your cheeks flushed with heat, but before you could say anything, Yeosang gave her a polite, boyish smile and said, “I hope so, ma’am. I’ve got every intention of keeping her.”

Your breath hitched.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t for show. It was just him—steady and sincere, his thumb brushing gentle circles on your hand beneath the tablecloth like reassurance. And when you looked at him again, he mouthed, thank you.

Later, when you were cleaning up with your mom in the kitchen, you caught him out of the corner of your eye—still sitting with your dad, talking about something or other. But then his gaze found yours again. A subtle smile tugged at his lips, and he tilted his head slightly… like he was replaying that tiny moment all over again.

And you knew, right then, that to Yeosang, being hand-fed in a room full of strangers didn’t just mean you loved him.

It meant you trusted him with your heart, in front of the people who mattered most.

And to him, that meant everything.

[reissancesstuff]

I LOVE UR WORKS LOVE ITS SO PERFECT !! I LIKE READING THEM, ESPECIALLY "my wife, yn" OMG I NEED A PART TWO WHEN THE MEMBERS ARE TRYING TO GET USED TO SEEING YN AT EVERY MEETING !! (I’m sorry English is not my native language..) I LOVE U SM U WRITE SO WELL IM GONNA CRY 😭😭😭😭

Omg thank you SO much!! I’m really happy you enjoyed ‘my wife, y/n’—your message made my whole day!! Your idea is so cute and funny, I’d love to write that as a part two. And don’t worry, your English is perfectly fine! This is the part 2 you requested, hope you enjoy it!

"My Wife, Y/N" – Pt. 2

Genre: Fluff | Bonten Mikey x fem!Reader | Light Comedy | Domestic Vibes

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It was becoming… a pattern.

Every week, the Bonten executives gathered for strategy meetings. Blood, money, surveillance updates, assassination targets—you know, the usual. But recently, something had changed.

Specifically: you.

The wife of Bonten’s leader now occupied the seat right next to Mikey, sipping tea and scrolling your phone like this was a book club instead of a criminal empire.

Ran was the first to crack.

“Boss,” he whispered after the third meeting, “no offense, but why is your wife here again?”

Mikey didn’t even look up. “She lives with me.”

“That’s not what I—”

“She stays.”

The next time, you brought snacks. Homemade cookies, perfectly packed in a cute little tin. You offered them around sweetly.

“Cookies?” you said, smiling.

“...Thank you,” Kakucho said politely, taking one. “They smell great.”

Sanzu leaned over to Koko. “Is it bad I feel guilty eating a cookie next to a hit list?”

“She’s domesticating us,” Rindou muttered, nibbling the edge of a chocolate chip like it might explode.

You were unfazed by the body count on the table or the weapons being cleaned. You just rested your chin on your hand, humming thoughtfully.

“Is that guy really worth killing?” you asked once, squinting at the photo. “He looks kinda harmless.”

Mikey grinned like you’d complimented his cooking.

“She’s got an eye for people,” he said proudly.

“She just said he looks harmless—”

“And that’s exactly what makes him dangerous,” Mikey concluded, smirking. “Good catch, baby.”

Every meeting after that, you were there. With tea. Or snacks. Or notes. At some point, they all stopped questioning it.

Ran found himself sitting straighter when you were around.

Rindou stopped swearing (as much).

Sanzu once almost said “thank you” before taking a cookie.

And Mikey? He never looked more relaxed. Arms folded behind his head, head slightly tilted toward you, eyes softer. Like the world could burn, but it wouldn’t touch him as long as you were beside him.

“You really like having her here, huh?” Kakucho asked once, glancing between you and Mikey.

“She’s my peace,” Mikey said simply. “And if any of you complain again, I’ll cut your tongues out.”

You waved cheerfully from your seat. “Hi, Kaku.”

“…Hi,” Kakucho replied with a small smile.

Bonten adapted.

Because it turns out, the most terrifying thing wasn’t Mikey’s quiet fury or Sanzu’s gun collection.

It was the day you didn’t show up to a meeting—and every single one of them spent the next hour trying to pretend they weren’t worried.

“She’s just running late, right?” Rindou muttered.

“…She better be,” Mikey mumbled, already texting you under the table.

[cherrywriterrr]

I absolutely LOVVVEEED the “party 4 u” that u just did and was wondering if u would do one for “Watch” by billie eilish

watch

bestfriend!rafe x reader

warnings: emotional betrayal, heartbreak, jealousy, past sexual references, language, unspoken love, heavy angst

summary: he made you hear it. so you made him watch it.

“you slept with him in my truck?”

his voice wasn’t just angry. it was betrayed. “knowing i have cameras?”

his eyes burned when he said it — wide, glassy, somewhere between rage and heartbreak.

you tilted your head slightly, voice steady. “yeah. i did.”

but let’s rewind a little.

two months ago, you told rafe cameron you loved him. not in a friendly way, not like you’d said a thousand times before while drunk or laughing or laying on the couch. no — you meant it. meant it. you looked at him with your whole chest cracked open and told him, “i think i’ve been in love with you this whole time.”

and that same night, he kissed some girl at a party. took her home. your shared apartment.

you heard it all. the giggles, the compliments, his voice calling her baby. the way he said mine like it meant something.

you left the next morning. didn’t cry in front of him. didn’t say a word.

and then you got even.

his co-worker. his truck. you didn’t fake the moans. you wanted him to see them on the camera.

you wanted him to know what it felt like.

to be second choice. forgotten. abandoned.

so now — here you were.

he stood across from you in the hallway, fists clenched at his sides.

“so that’s it? you just… went and did that?”

“don’t act surprised.” you shrug, pulling your sleeves over your hands. “you made your move first.”

rafe shook his head like he was trying to stay grounded, like the world was tilting beneath him.

“just because you— just because you did that doesn’t mean i won’t—”

“won’t what?” you bite. “get revenge? ruin my life? humiliate me?”

you breathe in sharply. “go ahead. i already beat you to it.”

he stared at you. and then — softer, throat raw:“i’m in love with you.”

you blinked. “what?”

his voice cracked. “i’m in love with you. i’ve been— it doesn’t matter, i just—”

“then why’d you…?” your voice broke. you couldn’t even finish.

rafe stepped forward but didn’t touch you. he looked like he was barely holding himself together.

“because i’m not good enough for you.” he laughed, bitter and breathless. “i’ve never been. i didn’t think i deserved you saying those words. i didn’t even believe you meant them.”

you stared at him. he looked ruined.

but you still turned around.

“then watch me leave, rafe,” you said over your shoulder. “this time, you don’t get to follow.”

-Aghhh I hope this is good enough, thank u sm for the request this was fun to writeeee

[ilysungho]

honestly ever since that taesan video with the baby dropped i've just been thinking.. taesan breeding kink.. taesan w/ pregnant reader.. taesan girl dad.. taesan 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

(also hiii can i be 🍀 anon, i love your works sm oh goshh they're so good 💖)

HI SWEETHEART thank you for your compliments, and yes of course you can be! i love that you ask about taesan with that emoji lol i have a shamrock keychain on my lanyard for uni cause of him hehe i love him so bad but anyways!!! THIS ASKKKKKK i asked about this to jem a while back and honestly i can’t recc her stuff enough because i love everything she posts I LOVE U JEM you should definitely read this (if you want…) also it got a bit long so i kept it under this cut! it’s more so just my thoughts though TT ALSO GIRL DAD TAESAN IS SOOOO REAL!!!!!!

taesan would absolutely love watching videos of babies with you, looking at how you smile with adoration at the cute videos of all the silly things they do. and then that would get him thinking about what it’d be like to raise a child with you, tumbling down into the need to breed you. he’d gently ask if you want to let him be the father to your kids, kissing you intimately as you answer with a nod. a rosy blush on your cheeks grows as he deepens the connection, leading down to kiss every part of your skin. his hands would feel your tummy as he asks how you’d want to nurture a new life with him, mouth still working down on you. tonight, all he needs is for you to just take all he gives, not having to worry about returning the favor.

as he gets up to undress himself, his hard length is so warm that you could feel his need to do everything he’s asked you about. from prepping you by eating you out to fingering your dripping hole, he has you ready to take all of him as he inserts into you. taesan would be the type to not talk much during sex, but something about breeding you has him saying so many things that his words alone could get you dizzy. it’s just a constant stream of praise and appreciation as his pace is set deliberately in order to reach up against your cervix. he’s pushing in so deep that you feel like this one session would be all it takes to get pregnant as you whimper about how it feels. incoherent answers to his sentences would drive him over the edge as well, him finding the whole process so hot.

as he reaches his first climax, he’d groan about how you’re doing so well for him, needing nothing more than to lie still and look gorgeous. it doesn’t take too long for him to get hard again either, the pumping that didn’t stop once again feeling you could see stars if you closed your eyes. but taesan would want you to keep your eyes on him, not wanting a second of your attention away from how his bulge appears, pressing down on it for further stimulation.

he would keep going for multiple rounds, never pulling out so as to not have any of his precious cum fall out, but a ring of white and the increasingly loud sounds of wet skins slapping fill the room with every minute that passes. he’s just so into you and everything to do with you, so breeding you would be a dream come true, especially since at the end of the line, he’ll be the father to your kids :(

[sugardollcurse]

Hello sugar — your posts showed up on my recommended and it struck such a nostalgic chord. I haven’t read Beatles x reader since I was 12 or 13 so it was a blast from the past in the best way! I love what ur doing and hope u continue to do what u do cuz it’s awesome and great fun. This is an atypical request but I’m a trans guy so I don’t fit the usual femme archetype, but if u could write any prompt with a gender neutral/masc reader that would tickle me pink. Thanks and much love ☃️🩵

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛����𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 | paul mccartney x reader

𐙚 summary ; paul finds himself writing songs again. you're why.

𐙚 note ; hello darling !! first of all, what a message. you’ve just smacked me in the chest with joy. bless the algorithm for bringing us together after all these years. i adore you for saying something, and i’m thrilled to oblige. i hope you enjoy!!

Paul notices your hands before he notices your face.

It’s not that he hasn’t looked before... he has, often, to an embarrassing degree. But tonight it’s different. You're tucked in the corner of some half-dressed backstage room in Manchester, tie loose around your neck, sleeves rolled up. The lads are loud, chaos blooming around every corner: George tuning something with teeth, John trying to fix a kettle with a biro, Ringo muttering to his tea like it insulted him.

And then there's you. Leaned back in a fold-out chair, one foot propped on a case of cables, hands loose in your lap. Not doing anything special, not trying to be looked at. But Paul’s eyes catch there anyway. On the way your fingers tap a silent beat on your thigh. On the way they curl when you laugh.

He thinks, wildly: I want them on me.

He also thinks: don’t be a tit.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask, smirking.

Paul startles, eyes jumping to yours. You’re watching him, head tilted, that curious half-grin on your face. The one that always makes him feel like a bug under glass, but one you like looking at.

He clears his throat. “Was just-” He gestures vaguely toward the amp in the corner. “Wondering if that’s gonna short out again.”

You glance at it. “If it does, I’m not saving anyone.”

“Even me?” he asks, trying to play it off light.

You raise an eyebrow. “Especially you.”

Paul snorts, covers it with a cough. His fingers twitch like they want to write that down somewhere.

The night rolls on. Soundcheck. Rehearsal. People filtering in and out, stagehands and label folks and the usual whirlwind of cigarette smoke and misplaced instruments. Paul moves through it all in a daze, like his body’s performing from memory but his mind’s stuck on a loop.

Because here’s the thing:

You’re not in the band. Not exactly. You joined for the tour, assistant to the tour manager.

You’d walked in wearing a suit that didn’t care about your shape, boots that made your walk heavier, and a grin that gave absolutely nothing away. Paul had stared.

He’s still staring.

It starts on the bus, somewhere between Liverpool and Leeds.

You’re sitting across the aisle, bent over a notepad. Paul doesn’t mean to watch you. He’s got his own notebook open, lyrics half-scribbled and useless. But you keep licking your thumb when you turn a page. He watches the motion, the softness of it. He wonders what kind of paper it is. What you’re writing.

Then you look up. Meet his eyes. Paul panics, jerks his gaze away.

Later, at the next rest stop, you sidle up beside him while he’s sipping coffee from a cup too hot.

“What rhymes with ‘hesitate’?” you ask.

He chokes a little. “Er-meditate? Underrate?”

You nod like that helps, then nudge your shoulder against his. “Cheers, poet.”

And walk off.

Paul spends the next hour trying to rhyme something with your name.

⸻

You don’t flirt with him. Not exactly.

You do things that feel like flirting, though. You sit close when there’s space elsewhere. You compliment his handwriting. You touch his arm when you laugh.

But you don’t treat him special.

You talk to John like he’s your favourite sibling. You sit on the floor with George during long waits, arguing over chords. You let Ringo fix your tie once and didn’t even flinch.

Paul’s used to being the centre. The gravity. But around you, he feels like a satellite. Pulled, blinking, spinning.

And it’s bloody annoying.

⸻

Paul sits beside you on the stairwell. It had been maybe three years since you started working for them.

It’s a service exit, concrete steps, a rusted door behind you, some muffled bit of a night wind that smells like cigarettes and fry grease and road salt. Show’s been over an hour, but neither of you’ve moved. There’s something about the quiet after noise, the ringing in your ears, the thrum still stuck in your chest. Neither of you wants to break it.

You’re both bent at the waist, arms resting on knees, not touching. You pass him your cigarette. He takes it.

Then, a beat later, you say, “Been a long run, hasn’t it?”

Paul huffs out a laugh. “That’s one way of puttin’ it.”

You smile faintly, eyes still forward.

Another pause. Then you ask, “You ever think about what you’d do if it all ended tomorrow?”

He looks at you. You don’t look back.

“Y’mean the band?”

You shrug. “All of it."

Paul thinks on that. Takes another drag.

“Sometimes, aye. Not really."

Your eyes slide toward him, the corner of your mouth twitching. “And?”

“And,” he says, breathing smoke, “I reckon I’d miss the bloody racket.”

You chuckle. “Even the parts you complain about?”

“Especially those.”

He offers you the cigarette again. You shake your head.

“I think I’d miss the noise too,” you say. “But sometimes quiet’s all I want.”

Paul hums, low and thoughtful. “Y’always did like the edges of things.”

You glance over. “Edges?”

He shrugs one shoulder, lazy. “Y’like where the light stops. Where it gets quiet.”

You nod once. “Maybe.”

And that’s all. You sit in that. Two people caught somewhere between movement and stillness, the space where something almost happens.

When he gets up first, he doesn’t say anything. Just taps your knee lightly. You follow.

Paul became your closest orbit. The person you always sat next to on the bus. The one you traded books with, notes in the margins. The one who started writing a song every time you left the room.

None of it got spoken. Not directly. But he handed you his lighter when you needed it. Called you love once when he didn’t mean to. Slid his foot next to yours during soundchecks and left it there.

You existed in the ellipses of each other’s days.

⸻

The grass is cold beneath you.

It’s after a gig in Wales, summer near the end of its breath. Everyone’s inside but you and Paul, both stretched out under the open sky, backs against the hillside behind the venue. You’re half-dozing, picking at a fraying shoelace. He’s chewing a stem of grass like he’s got nothing better to do.

You’re quiet for a long time.

Then, still looking at the stars, you murmur, “I’ve been thinkin’ about packin’ it in.”

Paul turns his head. “Eh?”

You shrug, not quite meeting his eyes. “After this run. Maybe. Just feels like I’ve been running a long time and... maybe I’ve seen enough.”

There’s a beat of silence. He swallows hard.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I might.”

Paul’s heart stutters. His chest goes tight like it’s shrunk inside his ribs.

“Nah,” he says, but it comes out thin. “Y’wouldn’t.”

You don’t respond right away.

Instead, you turn and look at him, really look at him, eyes steady, like you’re trying to see the version of him behind the face. Trying to get past the cameras and vinyl pressings and headlines. Just him, in this field, with that fucking grass in his teeth and his curls haloed in moonlight.

“If I did,” you ask quietly, “you’d come with me, yeah?”

His mouth opens. Closes.

He stares at you like you’ve just offered him a way out of something he didn’t even know he was trapped in.

“…fuckin’ hell.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That a yes?”

Paul drops the grass stem from his mouth. His tongue darts across his lip, quick. He sits up a little, not straighter exactly, just more alert, like the ground’s shifted under him.

He doesn’t answer right away.

You wait.

Then, finally, in a voice so low it barely rises above the crickets: “I dunno.”

Your chest tightens, but you don’t look away.

“I mean,” he goes on, tugging at the grass near his knee, “if it were just me… maybe. But it’s not. It’s never just me, is it? There’s the band, and the tour, fuck, it’s not like I can just vanish, is it?”

You don’t say anything. Not yet.

Paul exhales hard, like he’s mad at himself.

“I want to,” he says. “You’ve gotta know that. Half the time I see you lookin’ out windows like you’ve already gone and I think, God, take me with you, but then I get in the room with the lads and I’m… I dunno."

He rubs a hand over his face.

“Feels like if I stop now, it all comes undone.”

You’re quiet for a moment, picking at a thread on your sleeve.

“I wouldn’t ask you to leave it all behind,” you say.

Paul looks at you, eyes tired.

“But if I did ask,” you say, slower now, looking at him like you’re trying to read him backward, inside out, “you’d want to. Yeah?”

He swallows.

“…Yeah,” he murmurs. “I’d want to.”

You don’t move.

Neither does he.

You just sit there, dusk creeping soft around the edges, the heat of the day finally dipping beneath your clothes. A wind comes over the hill and carries the scent of something blooming too late, honeysuckle, maybe, or something just like it. Paul’s fingers twitch in the grass like they’re reaching for something and not sure if they’re allowed.

So you reach first.

Your pinky finds his. Hooks it gently. His head turns toward you like it’s on a thread.

“Alright,” you say.

He blinks. “Alright what?”

“If you’d want to,” you murmur, “that’s enough.”

Paul looks at you for a long time. Really looks. His hair is messy, the collar of his shirt skewed, eyes soft with something he's never managed to write down. But you know it. You’ve felt it in the spaces where he looks away. In the places he lingers just a second too long.

“I’d want all of it,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Y’know that?”

“Yeah,” you say, and your voice almost breaks on it. “I know.”

The quiet stretches again, but it’s warmer now. Like it’s wrapped around you both instead of pulling you apart.

Paul leans in, so slow you could stop him if you wanted to. But you don’t. You never have.

His forehead rests against yours. Not kissing. Not yet. Just that.

Just breathing the same air.

The hill behind you is steep and the grass wet against your back. But here, like this, Paul’s lips barely brushing yours, it’s the most grounded you’ve felt in months.

“I don’t wanna lose you, y’know.” he says, like it’s the first time the words have ever touched daylight.

“You’re not going to,” you whisper. “Not if you keep meeting me here.”

“On this hill?”

You nod, forehead still resting against his.

And then he kisses you.

Not loud. Not rushed. Just a slow, certain thing, like he’s not proving anything anymore, just giving it. His mouth is warm, steady, a little unsure.

When he pulls back, you’re both blinking hard, dazed from something quieter than fireworks but bigger somehow. Like you cracked a seam in the universe and stepped through.

You tilt your head, rest it on his shoulder.

Paul lets out a slow, breathy sound, not quite a sigh.

“Think you’ll go?” he asks.

You trace a slow pattern on the back of his hand with your thumb.

“Don’t know,” you say. “But if I do… I won’t leave without saying it proper.”

He nods.

And then, quieter:

“If you do go,” he says, “I’ll write a song about it.”

You smirk. “Better make it a good one.”

He grins down at you. “Wouldn’t dare make it anything less.”

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[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

HAIII How are u? 😼

Can I get some Vee x Fem!Reader? With the dynamic that Vee can be arrogant but has a little (a lot) soft spot for the reader (in the romantic sense ♡)

Vee With A Fem! Reader!

AAAAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY TO DO A VEE REQUEST LET'S GOOOOO!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA WIFE AAAAAA IT'S HER!!! IT'S HER!!!!! <333333

I'm doing okie, dear anon!! I hope you are doing well too! Even though I didn't get much sleep today (I'm in unhinged mood /pos), I feel good SKSKSK here you go, dear anon!! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-You definitely get to know Vee well enough to truly understand how she is vs how she presents herself most of the time. Even if it looks difficult getting close to her, it was a bit easier than you imagined. Even if she was busy, she is not against toons going up to her for a talk and that. It's what you started doing and she even grew to except your visits and everything. She might have an expressionless face on her but she doesn't push you away or anything, she really is trying at conversations, you might unexpectedly get hurt here and there though, not that she meant to do that. She doesn't want that at all.

-One thing you learned quickly is that Vee's bluntness and her being a bit harsh is unitentional, she doesn't really understand that she can hurt other's feelings here and there and you got that through your mind when you interact with her. You like to gently tell her what makes her seem rude even if she is not trying to be. She might seem like she's not listening and just casually crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at you but she is listening for sure. You don't bash her nor make her feel bad about it, just gently pointing it out. Even if it takes her a bit to change her vocabulary, she does try somewhat which makes her see your pretty smile. You really are a strange girl but she liked being around you.

-You were one of the few she trusted enough to vent to or allowing you to see her in a more vulnerable state yet she acts like you didn't see her like that afterwards. She usually tries to keep this confident act up with almost everyone but if she starts getting angrier and glitching a bit here and there from overheating and anger, lemme tell you that you mean something to her if she allows you to see her like this. Make sure to let her know you are by her side, yeah? She really appreciates that even if all she gives you at the moment is a kinda quiet and dry "thanks" as she looks away. She might appear angry or stressed a lot but she really does trust you.

-As Vee got closer to you, she thought you were.. kinda a cute girl. You kept approaching her a lot and Vee got to learn more about you the more time she spend with you. It looks like she is brushing things off when in reality, she likes saving the information you say to her. Something she liked about you is how you smiled, it made you look beautiful to her. She finds her screen heating up as she is blushing a little bit when you do that. Her microphone tail also wags gently when she is listening to you, even her antennas do this move where they go towards the direction of your voice whenever you speak to her. She definitely finds herself liking you more as time goes on.

-It's cute how her tail moves or shows things she probably won't really admit out loud. If you compliment her, she just smirks and appreciates it, but you giggle at how her tail wags faster behind her. She pretends she doesn't care or hates how her tail moves but when she hears your cute giggles, it gets her cheeks blushing more as she looks away. If you call her out on this, she refuses everything but she does overheat some more. She doesn't exactly say to you to shut it or anything, she hates the idea of speaking like that to you, someone precious and important to her. She really tries to keep watch of her tone and words when she is with you, you are the one she never wants to accidentally hurt.

-For affection, she definitely needs time but she likes it when you treat her so carefully. Holding her hand, even stroking the side of her screen or head gets her quiet and flustered as she gives your hand a gentle squeeze. Just try not to do too much, she feels herself overheating if you do! Take your time with her, especially since she is not used to things like this at all. As time goes on, you notice how her tail wraps around your arm or even around you even if she has her arms crossed. You are such a precious girl to her and get her systems going as she feels shy. She doesn't want you to stop or anything, it feels.. nice to her, different, warm.

-She definitely invites you a few times to her gameshow but if you are too nervous for it, she can always do it privately with you, no crowd around. It's also when she can focus fully on you and feel more comfortable. She plays and laughs around with you. Even if you answer something wrong, Vee never makes fun of you for it, she's not the type to at all. As long as you are having fun, she feels nice. It's a pretty relax environment, even if Vee puts on the gameshow persona of hers that she does extremely well. If she catches you looking a bit much, she gives you a small wink as she smirks at your cute flustered reaction.

-It's pretty cute how worried she truly gets if you happen to get sick or an injury. The closest thing like that which can happen to her is if she gets a virus or water on her and she needs maintenance. She paces near you a lot and makes sure you stay hydrated and eat, even bringing those things to you with a "Get better soon." coming from her. She stays by your side a lot too, keeping you company and trying to lift your mood up with small jokes or even things that happened in Gardenview and she happened to hear it. She really hopes you feel better soon and it can be seen a lot in her body language that she is worried, she doesn't like seeing her girlfriend like this at all, something.. hurts inside her.

-This is something she takes a while to open up to you about but she really does wonder if she's just.. enough. Especially when such an amazing girl like you ended up getting in a relationship with her. Vee sometimes overthinks a lot and she wonders if you truly mind being hers. It gets bad especially when she happened to get glitchy for a good while that day, she doesn't want to be outdated or old like this, she wants to be the cool Vee, the Vee that makes you smile and flustered but when you reassure her so sweetly like that is when she thanks you quietly. She doesn't like being broken or whatever in front of you but she feels herself warming up when you are so kind to her like that about everything.

-Vee genuinely really appreciates you, even if she has a hard time showing it clearly, her actions show it a lot. She does get kinda shy with affection but she wants to show you that you really do mean a lot to her, even if she might be blunt here and there. She sticks by your side a lot because she feels the most comfortable with you. Vee does get more confident in this whole relationship thing and you might see her initiating small acts of affection like holding your hand, leaning against you quietly and more. Girl, you really have her wrapped around your finger! She doesn't mind that it's you, though, because she loves you.

Thank you for reading! <3

[esquie]

do you have a list of the stardew valley mods you're using? I'm so curious cuz your game looks fantastic

omg so i didnt make a modlist BUT i will list mods that you have probably seen in my screenshots

Elle's Dirt and Cliff Recolor

Better Water 2 (Blue/Transparent)

Water Flow

Visible Fish (literally only have it set to show fish)

Diverse Stardew Valley

Portraited Changing Skies

Seasonal Vanilla UI

Kisaa's Cozy Rustic Farmhouse

Kisaa's Cozy Rustic Kitchen

Kisaa's Mystwood Homestead

my house is decorated with modded items as well as vanilla items but i could not tell you what what is from what . like i could not

if something u noticed that u want is missing just lmk and i can like. figure it out. and screenshot my mods folder too tbh

[christakisbang]

[vakariaan]

♫ it's in his kiss ♫

[payasita]

gotta tell you I've kept going back to look at the UPA style drawings over and over today they just make me so happy (especially the thespius and clickclack. obviously. I am a predictable sap) anyway thank you it has been providing me free serotonin all day

AAA TYSM!!

also, HARD AGREE. it like. it Goes

It Goes. bright n colorful toony boys. the aesthetic timelines are close enough

[meow1007]

plz sang woo smut i love ur writing

I can’t wait to write some fics about him in the future!! Here are some headcanons for now:

— he can get so mean during sex :(( loves manhandling you, putting you in your place by pulling your hair and slapping you around, especially after he’s had a bad day and needs to take it out on someone

— if you’re being really bratty he might even tie you up, overstimulate you until you make a mess and beg him to stop

— he loves being close to you, which often means just a lot of cockwarming. watching a movie? might as well have him inside you filling you up, if you’re good enough and stop squirming he might even let you cum

— he’s very possessive, if he lets you go out with your friends at night I just know that he cums into your panties so you’ll remember who you belong to <3

— loves spitting in your mouth, not just during sex, like I said he’s very possessive and the intimacy of it just makes him feel like he’s marking you

— idc what anyone says he loves eating your pussy!! he doesn’t even care if you cum, it’s mostly for his own pleasure. if he finds you in bed doing something else he just gets between your legs, tells you to keep doing whatever you’re doing and eats you out until you can’t take it anymore

— not a big fan of PDA unless he feels like you’re getting too much attention from people around you

— I just know that there’s been times when he’s lit a cigarette while you were giving him a blowjob lmao

— really good at aftercare tho <3 he knows that he’s always pushing you to your limits, so he does his best when he tries to bring you down to earth after getting you drunk on his cock

[viminoo]

the medic and his sun

just a quick sketch i coloured in for funsies! and the rest of the doodles i drew,,,

[amygdalae]

Guy in my class came up to me to tell me he noticed my outfits and accessories always look really nice 🥰 awww

[spicyet]

fem!Shuro from that one panel

[nightly-nightcat]

backup nightcat for you. just in case :]

day 198 - the peeping peerer..........

[saetiate]

hi @mangostarjam i cannot believe you left this in the tags ohmygod

fuji’s og rb