#also idk what to wear i bought a new top that i thought i liked but mmmmm

[tirednotflirting]

very strange mix of many different anxieties going into this week. have a headache and stomachache. this is fine.

[sukun4s]

yummy

Possessive! Dom! Ethan Landry x Sub! Reader (smut)

Synopsis: You make Ethan jealous after a party, so he had to take out his anger on you somehow.

A/N: This isn’t the first smut i’ve ever written but it’s the first one i’ve ever publicly posted. 😭 My notes app is full of them lmfao. I hope y’all enjoy this bc this gets pretty nasty lmfao. ALSO USE A CONDOM YALL.

This Fic Contains: spit kink, degrading, slight dumbification, slut shaming? idk?, ETHAN RIPS YO CLOTHES OFF, choking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, choking on fingers hehe, face grabbing, spanking, creampie, hair pulling, fingering, squirting, mentions of alcohol, reader is a bimbo in this too, size kink hehe, face slapping, wholesome aftercare

The door being slammed behind you is what made you realize, you were fucked.

“Listen, I didn’t want to make a scene back there but if you would’ve just stopped playing dumb, then maybe I wouldn’t have had to!” Ethan yelled as he hightailed you while you sped over to your bedroom.

Earlier, you attended a college party with Ethan and the rest of your friends. You weren’t even drunk but the alcohol helped you be less nervous at that party. You were dressed in the tightest mini skirt ever that even the slightest movement showed off your lacy white panties, and Ethan wasn’t going to have any of that especially with you on the dance floor.

He noticed that a ton of guys were captivated by you and your outfit, so they took the chance to dance with you. You thought nothing of it and simply thought they were being nice.

But of course, Ethan knew what was going on through their heads. They just wanted a chance to have their way with you.

Ethan couldn’t watch his girlfriend get between a bunch of guys, so he instead shoved through the people at the party and grabbed your hand.

“We’re leaving.” Ethan urged in a very low tone.

“Woah! Already? We just got here E!”

Ethan was already pissed off and you did not need to make it worse.

“We’re leaving Y/N!”

You swiped your hand away from him and stood there. “Hey! What’s your deal?!”

Ethan turned around and glared at you. “My deal?! You’re letting other guys touch up on you while you’re dressed like that!” You were fuming at this point.

“Fine. You can leave then! You’re no fun at all.” You we’re about to turn around before Ethan grabbed your wrist this time and pulled you through the crowd of people which caused you to get weird stares as you were dragged out.

The entire walk home, you were complaining about how Ethan just embarrassed you.

Eventually that led to him snapping at you back at your dorm.

You tried to close the door behind you before Ethan got into the room first.

“You’re my girlfriend. Not anyone else’s. Got that?” Ethan growled as he grabbed your wrist again, this time tighter than before.

You whimpered slightly at the pain. “E-Eth’ that hurts-“

He then pulled you in by your throat, shoving you onto your bed and quickly sliding down your skirt. You sit up on your elbows in surprise as you watch him rip off your panties. You squeal out in surprise and are quick to try to cover yourself from the cold air.

Ethan grabs your wrist again and pins it aside as he stares at your extremely tight top.

“I bought you that didn’t I. I don’t think all those other guys would spoil you like I do.”

At first, he gently slid his hand on your breast, staring at your hard nipples, noticing you weren’t wearing a bra before ripping off your top too.

“That was my favorite!!“ You whined.

He scoffed and threw it aside. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He then sat up on his knees, towering over your small frame. Ethan then grabbed your hair by the scalp and pulled you up toward his face as he growled in your ear. “If you fucking move, or try to touch yourself, I swear you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You could feel your tight hole already soak at the thought of that. You could feel yourself pulsing as you breathed heavily.

Ethan took his toned hand and gently pressed one finger against your already pulsating pussy. He then slid it down your slit and felt the wetness between your folds.

“Fuck. Aren’t you just a sweet dumb thing. Already wet by my words? Or are you thinking about what i’ll do to you next?“

You couldn’t even speak as he kept your hair in between his knuckles and kept sliding his index finger up and down your slit.

“Answer me.” He then slapped your pussy, causing you to jolt and bite your lip, holding in a moan.

“Y-Your words Eth’…”

Ethan grinned as he slowly shoved his index finger into your tight pussy.

“Such a good cumdump.”

You tightened around his index finger already as he shoved his middle finger in as well.

He gave no warning as he suddenly sped up and started fingerfucking you. You wailed out as he rammed his fingers in and out of you making your body arch and squirm as you could do nothing but hold onto the bedsheets. The way he would drill his fingers in and out would make you go insane. He then grabbed you by your face and squeezed your cheeks.

Your eyes glimmered as it signified pleasure and you, already fucked out, rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“F-Fuck…fuck…fuck..!!”

Ethan grinned at you and shoved his two fingers into your mouth, still keeping a tight grip on your face meanwhile darting his fingers in and out of your tight and gushy pussy, constantly hitting the spots that made you jolt and yelp the most.

His index and middle fingers went deep into your mouth that it hit the back of your uvula, making you slightly gag and choke on them as tears already formed in your eyes, ruining your mascara.

You were now like a piece of artwork to him. He was so satisfied with what he created out of you. He was so captivated by your beauty that he couldn’t help but just force your mouth further open just to spit in your mouth. He then forced it shut, signaling for you to swallow it.

Ethan then slapped your face and grabbed your hair again, facing your head down towards the mess that he was making and made you watch as he jackhammered his fingers in and out of you, watching you lift your lower body from the mattress.

“Oh fuuuckkk…Ethan! M’gonna-“

“That’s right. Go ahead, whore.”

He continued to hit your spots at full speed as your wetness flew all over the bed and even onto the floor.

You wailed out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, making your body shiver and twitch. Ethan watched as you squirted all over his hand and the bedsheets.

He smirked at the sight of you squirting all over him then unbuckled his pants, pulling down his zipper and then revealing his boxers. Ethan then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his very toned abs and you could feel yourself getting turned on by the sight of his very well built body.

You continued staring at him as he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard, twitching cock. He then smacked your ass, signaling you to turn over onto your stomach. You looked up at him, doe-eyed as you nodded and followed his exact commands.

He then grabbed your face again, forcing you to make eye contact with him with your head faced upwards as he towered over you again.

“God, you’re so pretty.”

You blushed at his comment before he forced yourself to arch against him. You were about to lift your head up until he pushed your head down into the mattress.

He then gave no warning as he completely shoved himself inside of you causing you to whine out in pain and pleasure. Your feet curled as you could feel his tip graze against your cervix.

He then thrusted himself in and out as he pulled your hair, forcing your face down into the pillow, completely ruining your makeup as it stained the bedsheets. Your moans were so pornographic and loud that anyone could hear next door, but it didn’t matter because all this heart racing pleasure is what kept you from thinking about anything else.

“Think all those other guys can fuck you like me? Make you squirt and cry like me? Hell no.”

You loved being his. And he loved being yours.

He then pulled out to flip you on your back again as he pulled you by your ankle towards him to line up his cock on your dripping slit. Examining your wet cunt, he then spat on it, making you gasp and your pussy twitch at the sight of it.

“Such a pretty sight from such a pretty cumdump.” He marveled at your glistening cunt.

You lightly giggled at his comment before he practically folded you in half and shoved himself deep inside of you again. Your mouth was agape as he began thrusting in you again.

You could feel and hear the slamming of his hips as it echoed throughout the room.

“M’ gonna fill you up so good, princess. And I want you to look directly at me when I do it.”

You struggled to even reply to him so all you could do was nod. Your poor pussy was already bruised by the time he began shoving himself in you that you couldn’t help but cry and squeal out in pain and pleasure.

He then took you by your throat as he started wrapping his hand around it, squeezing as you gasped for air. he then took his other hand and shoved it in the back of your throat, making you gag again and watching your tears flow out again.

It wasn’t until he leaned in and kissed you so sloppily that all you could feel is his tongue swirling around your mouth and trying to slide it’s way to your uvula, that you felt yourself tighten more and more around him that you were practically milking him. You both moaned into each other’s mouths before he pulled away, your tongue sticking out as lines of saliva connected your mouths.

You looked so gorgeous. Having your insides fucked like he absolutely hated you, and you just taking it like a good girl.

He continued choking you as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, feeling a sort of coil in your stomach.

“Oh- Mmmff!! I’m gunna cum!!”

Ethan only went faster after your words and continued drilling himself into your cervix as he grabbed your face one last time.

“Do it. But don’t take your pretty eyes off of me. I wanna watch you, my bunny.”

“M-Mhm!! S-Shit…!”

You nodded and let out more moans and whimpers as he continued to thrust in and out as the squelching noises of your fucking filled the room.

“Ohhhh!! Ethannnn!!!”

You let out a few more wails of pleasure as you kept eye contact with Ethan before you felt your orgasm unravel again and the feeling of cum gushing out of your pussy onto his cock ran through your body as it convulsed and shivered.

Just a few more thrusts later, Ethan then released his hot and thick load inside of your womb, filling it to the brim. He kept himself deep inside you so that almost none of it would fall out. He groaned out and slightly whimpered at the overwhelming pleasure of your tight cunt cumming all over his fat cock mixed with his orgasm.

You both were now panting messes. Ethan then looked down at your completely fucked out face as it was stained with makeup and mascara. He smiled and gently kissed your forehead.

He then lifted himself off of you, picking up his boxers and putting them back on. He noticed you were practically unresponsive to him, so he picked you up off the bed and carried you bridal style to the bathroom. He set you down on the cold sink, causing you to shiver as he started up a bath for you. He waited until the water was warm and filled the tub before he carried you and gently sat you inside.

He was now bathing your entire body and helping you clean up your face. You gazed lovingly at your boyfriend as he did all of this, meanwhile he was complimenting you.

“You did so well today, bunny. You’re my perfect girl.”

Your heart fluttered at his comments. He really was the man you loved and wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

After your bath, he helped dry you up and then carried you back to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around your body. Watching him rummage around your clothes, you twirled your hair and gazed at his back muscles. Ethan then came back with panties and one of his shirts for you to wear. He slipped it onto you and smiled as it draped over your body.

Ethan then crawled onto the bed next to you, waiting for you to rest your head on his chest. Once you did, you were quick to fall asleep on it, listening to his heartbeat as he toyed with your hair.

[lanadelray-gurl]

“Can’t fix something that doesn’t want fixing.”

Warnings!!!: Smut,use of a mirror during sex?(idk if that counts) p n v,oral f and m receiving,cheating,no condom during sex(wrap before you tap) choking,hair pulling,slapping and scratching,Elvis cheating on Priscilla. Let me know if I missed any<3

Pairing: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

Plot: Elvis was always smooth with the ladies. But when he met a girl he wasn’t able to drive crazy he’s gotta know what he’s doing wrong.

It was pretty much your dream to go to an Elvis show,maybe even see if you could sleep with Elvis. You knew well he was with a new girl every night and you wanted a chance,you were also known to get around or to put it into better words no one was able to tie you down. You never liked staying with people very long,you liked to be free. Everyone in your family hated it,your mother disowned you and your father sent you packin’.

You weren’t going to complain,there was no point in doing so. What is done is done,you made it on your own. You worked your ass off and made your own money,you moved from your small town and went off to LA. At first it was tough living out there,barely scraping by due to the ‘luxury’ lifestyle. You started modeling just to make enough cash and it worked! You made it in the work of modeling,and you were well known around town.

You noticed how frowned upon it was for a lady to be interested in more than one man. But when it came to the men in your line of work..it was just “oh boys will be boys!” And “men have needs!” Well you weren’t having it! You took what you wanted from any man that would offer,you’d take someone new to your luxury apartment almost every other week. Yeah so what you liked sex? A girl has needs too. But during all this time you still haven’t seen an Elvis show or even seen Elvis! But tonight that was gonna change,you made sure once you knew tickets where available you bought them. You booked a room in the international hotel on the top floor,trying to up your chances to get close to Elvis.

You were finally escorted by your own personal security to the stage room,this was your chance. You made sure you were sitting up front,very close to the stage. Making sure he could see you,your (h/c) hair was pinned up nicely and you had on your best dress and heels. He was gonna see you tonight. He had to! Suddenly the lights dimmed,pulling you out of your thoughts. People were shuffling around to get to their seats as the show began to start,the curtains lifted slowly. You watched as Elvis walked onto the stage,guitar in his arms. He was wearing his glamorous white suit,he basically glimmered in the bright lights that shined towards the stage. He waved to his fans,smiling that beautiful smile. It made something inside of you twist and turn,your body started to feel warm and fuzzy. You heard everyone around you clap,whistle and shout. You couldn’t help but clap with them giving him your support.

He walked to the microphone,adjusted it and smirked shaking his head slightly while laughing to himself. The band started playing,that’s all right. He began to sing,his booming voice sending out chills in your body.

“Well that’s alright momma..”

You felt something inside you throb,you couldn’t tell if it was your heart or somewhere a bit lower..

“That’s all right for you..”

God you were going crazy,you sat there in your seat. Gripping onto the fabric of your dress,your breath was quick,your heart was racing. You had to have him.

As the show continued,you couldn’t control your arousal. You felt the wetness pour out of you and into your pretty pink panties. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he moved his hips and basically flayed around the stage. Soon the show came to an end,Elvis walked off the stage hugging and kissing the woman who came through his path. You stood right in front of Elvis,your heart raced in your chest.

He gently held your face,his strong hands made you shiver. His cold rings made your hot skin sting,he looked into your eyes the vibrate blue color was beautiful. He leaned in,pressing his pillowy lips into yours it felt like heaven,you kissed back deepening it. It surprised him normally with his fans it was quick and gentle but now with you..it felt hot and sensual. He pulled away and stared into your eyes..why was his heart racing? He felt hot all over maybe it was from his performance or maybe it was you…

You smiled at him,your hands lingering on top of his. He gave you a half smirk before walking off and going to his other fans. Elvis soon went with his Memphis mafia up to his lavish hotel room. You followed after them,they walked towards the elevator watching them enter and then once the door closed you watched the light above the door flicker as it went up each floor. You watched it stop at the very top floor and you smiled,he was on the same floor you were how lucky! You entered the elevator and pressed the bottom to the top floor,your heart racing praying you’d be able to get there in time to see Elvis.

Once the elevator stopped at the top floor you rushed out of the door. You felt desperate but who wouldn’t chase the opportunity to say they got to fuck Elvis! You weren’t missing this moment,you didn’t see him the hallway but you did see a door close just as you entered the hallway. You walked towards the door,noticing how it looked a bit more decorative than any of the other doors. Thats gotta be his room,you walked towards the door and with a shaking hand and a heavy sigh you knocked on the door,you heard heavy steps walking towards the door. You were quick to smooth out your dress and slick back any stray hairs,you leaned against the door frame popping out your curvy hips. Once the door opened you were face to face with Elvis but instead of his jumpsuit he was wearing a black and burgundy silk robe.

“Hey there darlin’..you lost little lady?”

He tilted his head slightly,a cigar hung between his teeth,with his silk robe he wore sunglasses with gold rims. He had a slight smirk,he remembered you from the show. You were the girl who made his heart race.

“I’m awfully lonely tonight..and by the looks of it..”you glanced around his room,it was empty but well decorated. His wife was no where to be seen. “You seem pretty lonely too..” you giggled softly. Elvis took the cigar from his teeth and held it between two ringed figures,he suddenly moved from in front of the door and let you inside..who was he to deny a girl some company?

You walked into the room,taking in the loud and elaborate colors and decorations,taking note of each detail. Your hips swayed as you walked which caught his eye,he rested that cigar on a nearby ashtray and followed behind you. His hand made its way around your waist,you of course smiled eating up all of his attention. You were guided into his room,you dropped you purse on the floor and kicked off your heels while biting your bottom lip. You sat back on his big,plush bed. Lifting up one of your feet and pressing it against his chest. He gently held onto your calf,pressing kisses against the top of your foot and down to your knee.

God you were intoxicating,you weren’t like the other girls who came and went..no you were like fresh air. You knew what you wanted and you weren’t gonna leave until you got it. You were like him..that’s what it was. He pulled down the straps of your dress before sitting on his knees between your legs and reaching behind you,unzipping your pretty dress. You allowed it,tilted your head and smiling smug down at him. You stood up letting the dress fall of your beautiful body,he stared up at you from the floor,kissing you thighs and admiring you pink lace panties and matching bra. He worshiped your body,your soft skin driving him crazy..he finally stood up,but slowly making sure to kiss your thighs up your stomach and then stopping at the top of your breast once he stood up fully,towering over you.

He gently caressed you arm up to your cheek. He gently held your face and you leaned into the gentle touch. Enjoying it while it lasted,before he leaned forward to kiss you,but you pressed a finger against his lips. You shook your head and reached up and took off his sunglasses.

“I wanna see those pretty blues honey..”

You spoke gently before you finally pressed your lips against his. You tossed his glasses off to the side,your hands now working on untying the silk robe,once the front of the robe opened you pulled away and looked down at his slightly toned but still soft and plush body. You ran your hand over the exposed skin and stop and the band of his black briefs,you smiled and glanced up at him.

“We’re gonna take care of little Elvis..can I?”

You questioned,he of course nodded “I’d like that very much momma..” he spoke gently and watched as you dropped to your knees,you slowly pulled down the briefs. His cock was half hard,bouncing slightly as it twitched from the sudden chill of the cold air,you parted your plump pink lips and wrapped it around the uncut head. You swirled your skillful tongue around the salty flesh,he gently gripped onto your hair messing it up,not that you cared..you felt as his cock twitched once more as it got fully hard. You couldn’t fit all of it down your throat,you used your hands and stroke the rest of the shaft down to the base.

You bobbed your head skillfully “fuck— god that mouth is so good honey,don’t stop that babydoll..” He moaned loudly and started to thrust into your mouth making you gag,spit dripping down your chin onto his full balls. He continued to thrust down your throat pulling your hair forcefully,making you whimper around his cock. This made his breath hitch in his throat,he finally slammed your head into his pelvis,your nose buried deep into his light colored pubes. You always forgot he used to be a blond. You slapped his thigh before he released your head,you fell back onto your ass trying to catch your breath,one had held you up and one wiped you slobbering mouth.

His cock twitched wildly,he looked up at the ceiling before closing his eyes and catching his breath,he looked down at you and smirked tilted his head towards the bed. “Up on the bed..lay on your back momma.” He demanded and you obliged. You got up,crawled onto the bed. You laid on your back,Elvis stood at the end of the bed after kicking off his briefs he got onto the bed sitting on his knees in front of you. He yanked off your panties and put them into the pocket of the silk robe. You bit your bottom lip and squirmed,he grabbed the bottom of your thighs and putting them on either side of his hips,he put his middle and ring finger in his mouth,wetting them.

Elvis gently pressed his wet digits against your tight hole,you arched your back as you felt the pressure. The two fingers finally pressed into your wet pussy,curling up and pumping into you slowly. You moaned loudly and gripped into the sheets “Elvis! F—fuu-!!” You clapped a hand over your mouth and tried to hide your moans,he quickly gripped your wrist with his free hand and uncovered your mouth. “No no no baby..I need to what this pretty moans babydoll..” he growled and pumped into your tight,wet cunt faster

“A-ah! P-please Elvis s-slow down!”

You started to whimper and beg,your already messed up makeup just getting worse from your ongoing tears. Her firmly but gently pressed his thumb against your neglected clit,you started to curl up into yourself and you squirmed and moaned. It felt like hot lightning was running through your body as you rocked into his hand,his thumb making swift and quick circles against your now throbbing clit. You let your eyes roll back into your head your mouth hung open and you whimpered loudly as your eyes fluttered shut as you came on his fingers.

Your back arched off the bed for a few moments,your legs twitched and started shaking. He pulled his fingers away with a smile,he leaned over you as you came down from your orgasm. You felt him press hot wet kisses against your skin,he gently rocked his hips against you,his leaking tip rubbed against your tip. This made you cry out “hmm baby..so wet and so pretty oh honey I’m gonna fuck you senseless..” he whispered in your ear before pressing more kissing against your neck and collarbone,he reached behind you and unclipped your bra revealing you basically perfect breast. He left a trail of open mouth kisses against down to your left breast,he took the hardened nipple between his lips before gently biting on it and sucking,his other hand gently grabbed onto your right breast and he started to gun it softly.

With his other hand he held onto his shaft and slowly pressed Into your warm pussy. He let out a shuddered gasp,his mouth hung open and his eyes shut. You grabbed onto him,one hand scratching his back from over the silk robe and the other pulling his hair. He groaned loudly,his held you close to his body and thrusted into you. He pushed you back down into the bed and looked down at you he was growling and grunting like an animal. “So fucking tight— such a good girl coming to my room and basically begging me to f-fuck that tight pussy ah fuck” he tried to catch his breath. He picked you up,moving you with him.

He sat at the edge of the bed making you ride him ,a mirror facing the both of you. He watched as your pussy took his cock so good,he rocked your hips sloppily. “Look at me fuck you honey..l-look how good y-your pussy take my lil Elvis..” You looked over your shoulder and watched yourself in the mirror. “Fuck Elvis..your cock feels so g-good! Fuck!” You moaned loudly and arched your back,you let out loud soft whimpers. He slapped your ass as hard as he could the rings on his fingers making large marks against the already large handprint. You felt a turning sensation start in your stomach,you knew you were about to cum. You grabbed onto his shoulders erratically,trying to reach your climax.

“You gonna cum? My babydoll wanna cum? Come on go ahead cum all over daddy’s cock darlin’…”

he moaned into your ear,he watched your rockin’ hips in the mirror and scratched your soft gentle skin. You cried out,tears flooding your eyes and the rest of the already running mascara dripped down your cheeks. You finally started to sloppily and erratically rock and shake your hips down into his cock. Your climax hit you like a truck,you slumped over on his shoulder and continued to let him fuck your swollen and puffy pussy,causing you to become overstimulated. You continued to twitch and shake on his cock. He grabbed onto your hips with all the strength he had left,definitely gonna leave bruises on that pretty skin.

Elvis was reaching his orgasm and he started to twitch crazily,he made you looked at him while he smirked “Make daddy cum baby,make daddy cum..—“ He moans loudly and he started to thrust up into your abused and sore cunt,he watched as your face twisted and turned. Finally you felt the warm squirts of his hot cum feeling you up,he groaned loudly and slammed you down on his cock. Before you knew it,you were being laid down back onto the bed. Elvis settled his face between your legs,your legs behind placed over his shoulders. You started whimpering and squirming trying to get away from him “E-Elvis..it’s too sensitive!—“ you were cut off by Elvis gently sucking your swollen clit,you cried out and sobbed into your hand. You couldnt handle it,his tongue traced over your hot slit,licking up his and your cum. His tongue prodded at your hole,it made you crazy you couldn’t help it but you gripped onto his hair and pressed his perfect face into your slit. You came all over his face,rocking your hips against his nose before finally letting him go. He lifted up his face,his perfectly sculpted face was glistening from your sweet cum,you looked down at him and watched him smirk before plopping your head back down onto the pillow.

Once you plopped you head back down on the pillow you passed out,only waking up hours later into the night. You were cleaned and wearing a nice silk robe..he must’ve cleaned you off and gotten you covered up. You sat up and looked around,you were then face to face with a sleeping Elvis..you needed to leave. You slowly got out of the bed,grabbing your clothes and your heels. You tried to find your underwear but remembered Elvis took them,you decided to let him keep them,you wouldn’t miss them too much..

You creeped out of the bedroom and then you looked around making sure no one was there,you saw one the members of the Memphis mafia laying and sleeping on the couch. You tried to be extra quiet,you then walked out of the front door and leaned up against the now shut front door,you sighed heavily before rushing down the hallway and into your hotel room. You slammed your door and sat down on the floor against the door “I just fucked Elvis Presley..” you whispered to yourself,you smiled and laughed while combing you hands through your messy hair.

Elvis woke up that morning,expecting to see the beautiful woman from the night before. “Shit..” he looked around frantically and confused. He got out of bed and put on his robe,checking the whole room. You were gone..you didn’t even bother to say goodbye..normally he was the one doing the running after a night of fuckin’. He shook his head and laughed to himself while holding his forehead,what did he do to run you off? He had to find out..he called his buddy

“hey..yeah it’s me E..I need you to figure something out for me..Yeah I need you to find someone for me..”

This was gonna haunt him for as long as he lived..he needed to find out who you were..you were who he wanted.

Okay! That’s the fanfic! I kinda left it on a cliffhanger incase I wanted to make this a story I’m no totally sure so let me know what you think! Don’t forget that request are open<3

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Dating Natalie Scatorccio Headcanons <3

She's literally my wife!! I eat these up btw.

I feel like she's like very protective but never possessive. Like she isn't clingy most of the time but if you're like "hey babe that guy's being weird" she's got her arm around you and doesn't let you out of her sight

She tries her damn best not to sexualize you because of the way she'd been treated in the past

But she does love a good low-cut top (who doesn't tbh)

She's totally into you like stealing her necklaces and earrings. She pretends to be pissed but secretly she thinks you look so cool

She also bought a sweatshirt that was wayyy too big for her specifically for you to steal. She acts like she didn't buy it for you but you know she did and you appreciate the sentiment

Natalie definitely steals your t-shirts and sweatshirts. Like you lend one to her to sleep in ONE TIME and soon enough you have to go out and essentially buy a new wardrobe

I wouldn't say she's shy about your relationship, but she isn't like screaming from the rooftops about it

Like the entire team didn't know you were together for months

Speaking of, she's a PDA hater. Like the most she'll do is lean on your shoulder in front of anyone she knows (she has a reputation!!)

Not to say she isn't WHIPPED though because you know she's down bad

Like all over you whenever you're alone. She's just a very private person.

Omg omg omg

Smoking with her

Totally imagining that you've never smoked before and she like teaches you how to roll one and you're like "she's so hot"

AND THEN

SHE LIKE CUPS YOUR FACE AS SHE LIGHTS IT and your brain short-circuits

"You good, pretty girl" and you're just silent and she's like "babe" "I'm fine." "You sure" "yup"

She's worried she broke you for a second

She also def does your makeup in her little emo bitch way but you kinda live for it

Sometimes you do hers too

Once you gave her like pink sparkly eyeshadow and she wore it to a party and everyone thought she was dying

She pulled it off though

Nicknames are a must. Like not only does she find a way to give you like 10 nicknames based on your real name, she also calls you shit like "pretty girl" and "princess"

Half the time though they're only used to make fun of you

Which she does all the time

Like she loves to tease you

Cannot be serious to save her life

But if you're sad she's like "what's wrong how do I help what do you want me to do"

And immediately you're like "🥰🤭" because how can you be upset when your girlfriend is right there being that sweet

Although sometimes when it's particularly shitty, you just like bury your head in her neck and she's like "😶😳" but she pretends to be so chill about it even though you literally feel her pulse speed up

Constantly complementing you. Like one time you said something like "idk I don't feel pretty :(" and then every time she sees you look in the mirror for too long or like trace your stretch marks she's like "you're so pretty baby" or "pretty girl" or "gorgeous"

Speaking of the stretch marks

She loves them. Like you wear a cropped shirt and she jus stares

For a while you were like "oh she hates them" until one day she just started absentmindedly tracing them and you realized she thought they were gorgeous

She also def kisses them any chance she gets. Like yall are just watching TV and she's lying on your stomach and she just gives one a little kiss

Using your thighs as a pillow >>>>>

Like she just lies on them and you play with her hair

Which she loves

Like you French braid it one time for a game and she now asks you to do it every day

And who are you to say no

MIXTAPES or if it's more modern she makes playlists

Like one for every major event with a mix of her fave songs and yours

I also think she's clumsy asf

Like constantly covered in random bruises and scrapes

And since she's pale as hell the bruises are so prominent

She can't drive. Like she's such a passenger princess

And if she could drive you wouldn't want her to

You help her paint her nails

Once you have her sparkles on the middle finger and she thought it was funny as hell

I think she's surprisingly a good cook

Like yall never go out for dates because she likes cooking for you and you like watching her

Like that's the only time she's not clumsy

She attempts to learn Italian but only remembers curse words and like pet names

And you don't really know which is which because she didn't tell you

She never yells when she's upset. She doesn't want to be her dad

Like any disagreement is a decently civil conversation

I mean there's a lot of cursing and angry tones but it's not a fight. It's a disagreement

She was very worried to meet your friends but they all love her

And she was also worried for you to meet her friends. Not because she thought you wouldn't like them or they wouldn't like you but because she was worried you'd be uncomfortable

But you like the whole team and they've never made you feel weird

Van constantly teases her about you though

I feel like Nat isn't much of a reader but she loves listening to you talk about books. And if you read to her? Oh it's over

She loves listening to you in general tbh. I think she's not a huge talker but you just yap on and on and she's just listening so intently

But when she does want to talk about something... you hang from her lips like nothing else matters

Her voice is like such a weakness to you and she knows it

When she needs reassurance she's horrible at saying so but she gets kind of quiet

After a while you just started pulling her in for hugs or kisses or whatever because she's such a physical touch girlie

And she melts every time

I also feel like she never initiates kisses but she loooves taking charge of them

Can you tell I'm insane for her yes or no

[hanjsquokka]

hey! i may or may not have found out my crush had a gf while i’ve liked him (😔😔) so i’m pretty deep in my feels- if you could do a like scenario similar to mine but when seungmin finds out and comforts the reader about it? you can play with it however you like, but it’d mean a lot to write it.

thanks so much!!

<3333

Ahhh I totally feel you there! I still remember when I found out that the guy I had a crush on for four years (I'm such a loser lmao 😭) had a girlfriend. This was short since I'm a bit slow on motivation rn but I hope you like it anonnie <3 (Also projected a few of my own feelings into this ajkdjs)

I feel like Seungmin is the kind of person who's like actions speak louder than words. He'd notice every single detail and not say anything but rather show his affection through small actions. Idk why but this just makes me feel so soft :(

kim seungmin × gn!reader , fluff , comfort , 0.5K words

Honestly, you should've known. You should've known he was taken. No guy as perfect as him could've been single. Perhaps it was fate's way of telling you to move on when you saw him in the coffee shop, his arm slung over a girl's shoulder, laughing at something the two of them found so funny their faces were pink. Maybe you would've dropped your piping hot coffee in your hands if you didn't turn away quick enough, trying to erase the image from your brain but it played over and over again, taunting you, mocking you for getting your hopes up so high you thought you had a chance.

In the midst of your solo pity party (watching your favorite TV show), your doorbell rang. The incident happened a few days ago, but you felt so… defeated. There was no one to blame. No one was at fault. And you couldn't even dislike that girl because you knew her. She was such a kind person, you could never hate her no matter how much the jealous side of you wanted to.

“Oh, Seungmin, what are you doing here?” You asked when you padded over to the front door in your fluffy socks, decked in your comfort hoodie and sweatpants.

Seungmin didn't say anything for a few moments before he lifted up a bag he was holding. “I got something…” He said quietly, stepping into your home and slipping his shoes off.

The two of you settled onto your couch, you curiously waiting to see what your friend bought. Your mind was temporarily distracted from the gloomy mood you were previously in.

“You said you wanted to try these right?” He revealed a box of small cupcakes. You easily identified them as the products of a new bakery that opened, one that you had been dying to go to. You often told him the same, pointing to it from across the street as you walked side by side.

“Min… you didn't have to…” You swallowed back whatever emotions were building up inside you — either from the pure kindness of Kim Seungmin that he refused to admit openly or from your earlier breakdown caused by your failure of a love life.

“I wanted to.” Was all he said, placing a cupcake generously topped with frosting and sprinkles. You watched him take one for himself before you bit into the pastry, the sugary cake bringing a small smile onto your face. “Knew you'd smile.” He cracked a grin which only made you smile widder, letting out a small laugh. You fell into a comfortable silence with him, both of you relishing the baked delicacies he bought until he spoke up again. “There's… going to better guys than him.”

Your mouth hung open. “How do you…”

“You're wearing that hoodie with those socks and watching that show. You think I didn't notice?” He asked, as if it was the simplest thing ever — spoiler alert, it wasn't, at least not for you. You were shocked. Since when did he pay so much attention? Since when did you not notice? Just how much of an open book were you and how good was Kim Seungmin good at reading? “Close your mouth or you're going to attract flies.” That snapped you other of your little daze, hitting his shoulder while he laughed. He calmed down after a moment and cleared his throat. “I'm serious about that though — you'll find someone better.”

You looked straight into his eyes. Maybe you already have.

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[daddydoddsjr]

Mafia!Sonny AU

Pairing || Mafia!Sonny Carisi x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Mentions of assault, mentions mafia business, stalking, obsessiveness

Part 1/?

Authors Note || i hinted i was going to do this a while back and simply forgot.. but here’s a little taste. this fic currently is nameless cause idk what to name it :’) i’ll figure it out eventually. also didn’t proofread lol

Tag List || @teddybluesclues

“Piece of shit,” Sonny mumbled to himself as he left the apartment with two other men, just having watched them nearly beat the life out of the man who lived there. The very stupid man who thought he could get away with not paying back the 5 grand he owed to the Carisi family. Sonny had been in charge of things for a while now since his father was getting older, and so far everything had been running smoothly, just with the occasional pester from his mother to get married and start having children, to carry on the family name.

Sonny’s mind was elsewhere as he walked down the hall to the elevator, waiting for its arrival, acting normal. The doors opened and revealed you, standing there quietly. You gave Sonny a small smile and moved to the side so they could come in; you were all going down to the lobby from the two top floors. Jesus christ, he thought you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He made a point to stand beside you and let his men stand on the other side of them. They talked quietly about something while Sonny snuck glances at you— taking in every detail. Your hair colour, the way you held yourself, the type of clothes you were wearing, every detail.

He let you off first and waited until you were out of the building to tell one of his men, “Follow her for the day. I want to know everything.” His man, Nick, knew better than to argue with his boss and silently headed after you. You were oblivious to him the entire day as you had lunch with a few friends and went shopping before going back to your apartment. He reported back to Sonny the details; the first names of who you were with, your first name, what you ordered, what you bought, etc. Sonny was enamoured. This wasn’t the first time, though. He had a bit of a habit for seeing a pretty woman and following them for a bit, sneaking his way into their lives if he really wanted to. They never went too far, though, every time he found a new woman, something went wrong. She would freak out once she found out about the family business, or they were only in it for the money, they were too entitled, etc, etc, etc. You were his new interest now, whether you liked it or not.

It started off slow. At first, you saw him at your usual coffee shop. You remembered him from the apartment building and assumed he lived there or was visiting someone, so you didn’t think much about him being at the coffee shop so close to the building. You saw him a few days later near your work as you were leaving. You owned an antique shop and you had people that worked there for you, but you stopped by once a week to check up on things. He was just walking by, nonchalantly. The second time you saw him at the coffee shop, he struck up a conversation with you while you both waited on your coffees, saying how he remembers seeing you in the elevator and how it must be a coincidence that you ran into each other again.

You had to admit to yourself that he was attractive; his greying dirty blonde hair that was so neatly done, the piercing blue eyes that looked at you so intently, his 6 foot lanky frame, the way he called you doll in that accent of his. You ran into him a couple more times before he finally asked you on a date, saying something about it being too coincidental that you both liked so many of the same places and clearly the universe was trying to say something. Cliche, but you fell for it easily, since you already liked him. He was weaselling his way right into your world and it was working just as he wanted.

[7-wonders]

Idk if you're taking requests rn (if not I'm sorry for bothering you 😭) but I just had an idea based off of a post you made about Dream not being able to take his hands off of you when doing mundane human things. So what if...

The reader had just come back from going shopping that day and she arrives to Dream patiently waiting for her at her house. She tells him she went shopping and he feels intrigued to see what she has bought so she does a small fashion show for him to show off what she got herself (she has no shame just changing in front of him which keeps his full attention on how she slides the material over her body) and one of the things he noticed in her bags was a full piece lingerie that she was actually gonna use as a top but he gets other ideas and suggests she try it on for him too. 🤭 needless to say it ends in some needy smut

(Again I am sorry if you aren't taking requests, but thank you for reading mine at least 💕)

Shopping Spree

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x Reader

(I don't really like writing smut and also I'm not good at it, so...use your imaginations at the end! Thank you for reading!)

The sun is already setting by the time that you make it home, laden with a couple of shopping bags and your wallet feeling just a bit too light for your liking. It was worth it, though, for the day spent with your friends and the self-care, both much needed. Shifting the bags around on your arms, you awkwardly fumble with your keys until you’re finally able to unlock your front door and swing it open so that you can slip inside.

When your eyes land on a figure sitting on your couch, silhouetted by the last rays of daylight, your heart skips a beat as you jump back. It’s only when the figure stands up and the shadows seem to morph around them that you realize it’s your beloved Dreamlord. How long he’s just been sitting in your unoccupied living room, you can’t say. Hopefully not long, but with him, you never know.

“Morpheus!” you greet cheerfully, excited to see him. “Did I forget about plans that we made?”

“No, I simply finished my tasks sooner than expected and thought that I would come to see you.”

You go to accept a kiss from him, after which Morpheus disdainfully glances down at the bags getting in the way of fully being able to hold you. 

“What do you have?”

“Oh, some friends wanted to hang out, so we went shopping. I got some new clothes.”

He looks intrigued and a little confused, like he didn’t know that people actually bought clothes instead of just creating them from dreamstuff. From this observation, an idea begins to form.

“Do you…I can try on some of the stuff that I bought, if you want. Do a little fashion show?”

You don’t think that Morpheus has ever had somebody do a fashion show for him, and the idea obviously intrigues him (likely because he doesn't really know what a fashion show is). He nods after a moment of consideration, and you clap your hands together in excitement.

“Okay, sit down.”

Ushering him back to where he was sitting on the couch, you wait patiently until he's seated before you drag the bags over to you and begin to search through them. It was a true shopping day, including picking up a few household necessities that you were either out of or running low on, and you have to search for a bit before you find an article of clothing. Once your hand closes around the fabric, you pull it out of the bag and begin to change outfits.

You feel a little shy as you take off the clothes that you’re currently wearing without bothering to go into another room. You're not shy about your body in this situation—after all, Morpheus has seen plenty of it, and constantly makes you feel like you’re something divine. No, it’s just awkward to change in front of anybody; you feel like you need to change as fast as possible, lest they grow bored or annoyed with you. There were more than a few occasions when you were younger where you ended up falling on the floor of the dressing room because you were trying to put jeans on too fast so that you could show your mom (oh, the horror) and she didn't have to wait too long.

After fixing the straps on your shoulders, you finally get the first outfit on. Holding your arms out, you spin in a slow circle to show off your dress, purple with lighter gradient accents. “First, I got this pretty little sundress. I like the way it flows when I move."

"It's a beautiful dress," Morpheus notes, "made even more beautiful on you."

Both the compliment and the way that he looks at you, intently and as though you're the most important thing in the world, makes you giggle nervously. "Thanks. It has pockets!"

You shove your hands in said pockets to demonstrate, and he smiles fondly. "There are many dreamers with wishful dreams of dresses with pockets."

"Considering it's still somehow super difficult to find dresses with pockets, I believe it."

Diving back through the bags again, you grab the first item that you can get your hand on and pull it out. After looking at it to check what it is (listen, the day was a whirlwind, alright?), you hold the small packaging out towards Morpheus.

"I got these earrings."

"They're stars," Morpheus notes.

"Yeah. They, uh," you flush before mumbling, "they reminded me of your eyes in the Dreaming."

Morpheus, of course, hears you loud and clear, and sports a satisfied smirk on his face at the confession.

Next, you pull a shirt out of a bag and slide your jeans back on so that you can model this purchase for him. The entire time, you can feel Morpheus's eyes tracking each small movement that you make. The way that you hop a bit to get your jeans up onto your hips, how you stretch when you lift your arms up to slide the shirt on, your fingers when you tug the shirt down over your torso. It makes you feel bared, but in the best of ways, because you're completely known and understood by the one you're bared for.

Morpheus nods in encouragement when you turn around to show him your shirt. "Very nice."

And so the routine continues. This is honestly more fun than you thought it would be. You've never had a romantic partner that you could show off to, and it's quite the confidence booster to listen to said partner compliment you while you have his undivided attention.

You pull out an item you're still back and forth on while you're trying to find the last shirt that you bought, and you move it to the side since you're still not sure whether you're going to keep it. Since it's lacy and black however, it immediately gets Morpheus’s attention.

“And…that?” he asks, sitting forward on your couch.

“Okay, I know it seems a little out of place, but hear me out," you begin to explain. "I saw this on Instagram, where the girl was wearing a lace bodysuit just like this under a pair of jeans and a blazer, and she looked amazing. I figured I’d try it out, but I’m keeping the tags on just in case it looks terrible and I need to return it.”

Holding it out in front of you, you can tell that the vision you had for this particular piece is completely lost on Morpheus. After all, how can he think about anything but how the lingerie bodysuit will look on you? Why would he want you to cover that gift up with unnecessary clothing?

“Are you not going to try it on for me as well?” Morpheus asks, so terrible at feigning nonchalance that you'd laugh if it weren't for the way that he swallows harshly after he speaks.

"I mean, I can. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to try such an experimental look while you're here."

You're being purposely obtuse now, teasing him innocently enough that he's not going to catch on.

"I'll show you without the other pieces first, and then you can help me decide if the outfit works."

"Go on, then," Morpheus says, practically shooing you off.

You duck into the bedroom with lingerie in hand, feeling a little nervous about changing into this in front of Morpheus. After you get it on, you give yourself a quick once-over in the mirror and try not to focus on all of your perceived imperfections. No, you're sexy, you're a temptress, you're trying to seduce your eldritch nightmare king! Seductresses are confident, you remind yourself, running a hand through your hair to try and make it look artfully messy before you turn on your heel and re-enter the living room.

It's almost impossible to look effortless as you lean a hip against the doorframe and try to pose for Morpheus, but you try. Apparently, based off of how still he's gone and the way that his lips are parted and just slightly trembling as he sucks in air he doesn't need, you've succeeded.

"So, here's the bodysuit without anything over it."

"Are you not going to spin in this one, too?" His voice comes out hoarsely, and you internally cheer.

"I can!"

You spin around extra slowly, making sure that Morpheus fully takes in what you're wearing.

"I'll go put on the rest of the outfit, then," you say when you're done.

"No." Morpheus's voice stops you from moving.

"No?"

He stands and stalks slowly towards you, making you gulp in nervous excitement. When he's standing right in front of you, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you flush against him. You gasp, your hands flying up to his chest, and he assures you, "I quite like it just like this."

"You do, huh?"

Morpheus begins to place soft kisses on your face, everywhere except for your lips. "In fact, this might just be my favorite of your purchases from today."

"So...you think I should keep it?" you ask, your head starting to feel a little dizzy as you fight to keep your composure.

"Indeed." His fingers, which had been tracing along the lace, grab at the tags that you had left on before ripping them off smoothly. "However, I do have an idea of where it would look best."

Your voice trembles. "And where's that?"

Finally, he meets your lips to actually kiss you. "Your bedroom floor."

With that, Morpheus picks you up to take you to bed and prove that he's absolutely right.

[etsuven]

etsuven's first kinktober: day 4/8

rating: smut technically but it's kind of fluffy too? or like its more fluff than smut idk man cw: fluff so much fluff soft seggs mentions includes: very soft stuff, reader has a strap/d!ck, scara in a pretty outfit, usage of scara's real name, scara is unintentionally mean in the beginning but only because he's embarrassed, this was supposed to be smut but it turned into me describing how much he loves you summary: scara shows off the new lingerie you bought him...

note: hi hello! welcome to the 4th day of k-tober!! this fic isn't prewritten, like i'm starting this at 1:10 AM the day i'm supposed to post it. it hopefully shouldn't take me that while to write, and even if it does take me a while to write, i have to be up at 6 anyways! i can just stay up the whole night, what's an all nighter gonna do to me? (the answer is sore eyes and staring off into space,) anyways, since it's so late, i've decided not to write a full fic, instead it'll be more story oriented! my usual readers may know that i tend to go for very dialogue oriented fics which you can cleary tell since i'm rambling here okay i have to get onto the fic byeee!!!!!!

scaramouche found it embarrassing, really. the second you showed him the pretty purple lingerie you bought him, he quickly exploded into a ball of flushed cheek embarrassment. how could you ever imagine someone like him, the sixth of the fatui harbingers, to ever wear something as risqué as that?

he noticed how your face fell as he said those words, the gorgeous twinkle in your eyes fading away as you looked away in shame. his heart clenched at the sight.

walking over to you, he grabbed at the fabric, analyzing the various patterns of silk and lace. it looked expensive. did you really spend this much just for him? scara felt his cheeks heat up more, and there was no doubt that you could see him blushing.

"i'll wear it one day- i'm just not telling you when that day will be."

scaramouche waited a few more days after that conversation to try the outfit on. it was a night where you were out later than him, so he knew that there was a very low chance of you walking in on him. after putting the very intricate outfit on, he walked in front of the mirror.

don't tell anyone, but he felt his 'heart' stop for a moment.

as much as he hated to admit it, he looked great in the outfit. the color was a deep purple, reminiscent of the color he usually had in his fatui uniform. the top was on the looser side, and there was an excess of lace fabric where there normally would have been breasts. the material under that was a transparent silk, and it was the same shade of purple as the rest of the outfit.

he also wore a pair of panties which seemed to fit him perfectly, and they were also lace in order to give them a sexier feel and look. paired with the outfit was a pair of thigh highs that tipped with more lace around the upper thigh. the outfit had small accents of a deep red and gold, giving it an air of royalty.

scara wrapped his arms around his torso, his eyes wandering up and down his body in the mirror. everything fit him perfectly, from the fit down to the color scheme. it just screamed him. clearly you had put a lot of thought into it. speaking of you...

he wondered how you'd feel if you saw him in the outfit. would you be excited, wasting no time in order to pin him down on the bed and make him yours? would you get all nervous because of how pretty he was? he found himself chuckling at that thought. would you-

the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open and a gasp broke him out of his thoughts, causing him to look over in fear of who caught him.

you stood at the doorway, your mouth practically wide open as you took in his form. scaramouche felt your eyes wander up and down his body, his arms clutching tighter at his torso as he looked away shyly. "s-stop staring, and close your mouth... a bug will fly in..."

he watched out of the corner of his eye as you walked over to him, your steps quiet as you continued to stare. your hands gently grabbed at his arms, pulling them away from his torso so you could better see the outfit. a small curse left your mouth, and scaramouche only had the feeling of your fingers under his chin as a warning before your lips met his, quickly leaving him breathless.

your hands went to his waist, pushing him towards the bed with pure muscle memory as you refused to stop the kiss that was steadily growing heated. scara sat down once the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, leading him to crane his neck in order to properly kiss you.

you took a second to pull away, whispering praises onto his lips as you pushed him down. you trailed kisses down his jawline, biting gently at places you knew would rile him up. his soft pants filled the air, hitching every now and then when you bit a particularly sensitive spot.

"you're so pretty, kuni." you spoke, and scara felt himself whimper at the husky tone in your voice. now, scaramouche felt that he wasn’t pretty. in fact, he was far from it. the things he has done in the past has made him less than a pretty person. but kunikuzushi? he was everything pretty and more.

kuni was the one to wake up next to you after a long night, he was the one to stare at you in the morning when he thought you were the prettiest person in the world.

kuni was the one to get all of your praise, as scaramouche didn't like being praised in public. kuni got to grab onto you late at night, moaning into the air as you thrust into him with your cock. he was the one to lay in between your legs and please you until you felt you were satisfied.

he was the one to cook for you when he had free time, a gentle smile on his face as he chatted with you about your days. he was the one who was able to watch your eyes light up at the taste of the dish he had just tried to make for the first time.

he used to find himself hating both of his sides. one was a confident and strong yet harsh leader for those under him, while the other was broken in ways that many wouldn't understand. it was being blocked out in favor of the other, in favor of the side that wasn't about to break down at the slightest gust of wind. he and scaramouche couldn't have been more different.

though there was one thing kunikuzushi and scaramouche had in common. their pure adoration for you, their lover.

as much as they they tried to hide it, neither of them could hide the love they had for you. whether it be one side showering you in expensive gifts that made him think of you, or the other making your favorite meal on his rare day off.

luckily you seemed to love both sides of him. you kept up with scara's banter and the often unnecessary harshness he had towards his subordinates, and you stuck with kuni during the times where he sobbed into your neck after a particularly bad nightmare.

you loved the sides he deemed as unlovable, and your actions and words indirectly made him question his beliefs and views of himself. he was scaramouche... and he was also kunikuzushi. if you came to love both sides of him so easily, then perhaps he could find the courage to do the same one day.

[autisticempathydaemon]

If you're still doing the matchups 👁

Rn I'm fixated on Twist the knife by that handsome devil but I obsess over a new song every week

My enneagram type is 4 (apparently) and I'm an infp

I love video essays. Basically anything Kennie JD makes is delectable

My childhood imaginary friend was literally just pinkie pie and rainbow dash I'm not kidding

Go to way to fall asleep is either warm milk with honey and lavender or nothing at all. I pass out when the universe allows me to

I would like my legal name to be either Sojourner (Journey)or Cupid.

Favorite video is either Caelum's sleep aid, Guy's reverse comfort sick audio, or the one where Ollie got his listener to eat after hearing they didn't eat lunch

Vega does nothing for me I don't get it 💔💔

I know every mlp episode up to season 5 by heart

Out of all the guys, I'd say I'm platonically attracted to either Cam or Brachium

Go to rambling topic for me is mythology but nine times outta ten it's gonna be Greek mythology and how much modern interpretations of Hades and Persephone PISS ME OFF/LH

Go to gas station snack is green tea Arizona (or pink lemonade) with Pringles

My favorite playlist rn is my lovecore playlist. It's very important to me

Idk it's not really a guilty pleasure but I like playing pastel girl it's cute and simple💕

Extra shit: my favorite color is pink, I'm an Aquarius, favorite animals are cats and bunnies, I love sweets and spicy food and I currently need more room on my bed for more plushies

Type Fours and INFPs are defined as thoughtful, sensitive, creative masterminds with whole worlds inside their heads. That makes you a great match with our one and only dreamwalking boy, Elliott.

Like, literally, you two could share the creative worlds in your heads; that’s what y’all as a pair is so cool. He’d love crafting pink, fluffy places for you, always striving to make them more realistic and fun and innovative. I know you’re also an artist, so Elliott could bring your drawings to life in dreams. Who needs references or models when you have a top notch dreamwalker as a boyfriend?

Overall, your relationship would be just so cute. Elliott’s friends to lovers shaped, so I can imagine him having absorbed your MLP knowledge, if he hasn’t seen it, through pure osmosis. He always has little pops of bright, “girlier” colors: tie dye shirts you bought him, pink hair ties on his wrist, a pink beanie he stole from you and never gave back. You go out to eat together, and you laugh when he’s a spicy food wimp because he never managed to build a tolerance.

Song:

Now, baby, I believe this is real/ So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back/ We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach/ Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets/ I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece/ I'm complete

This isn’t That Handsome Devil, it’s nowhere close, but I will not apologize, okay. Your submission is giving cute, it’s giving girly pop, it’s giving bubblegum. I go where the words lead me, and they are leading me to the cheesy Katy Perry classic bop about dreams and falling in love that Elliott, without a doubt, as a creature of taste, knows all the words to.

Runner-Ups:

Okay, so Sam is a runner-up because it’s basically canon he wears the same, cowboy shit all the time, and I think your colors and style would be a cute contrast to his. Regulus is a runner-up, my favorite one, because you could spin him as the Hades to your Persephone any which way, and I WILL.

note: rant to me anytime about Hades and Persephone I love Greek mythology shit tell me how you feel about Hadestown

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[charmante-mp3]

Easier

-- Day 9; Stockings (Song Mingi x Fem!Reader)

The people called for Mingi, and so I deliver to you, Song Mingi. And yes, this is from my Kinktober prompt from last year- This is also halfway edited, ending might feel a little rushed? Idk I'll come back to this... maybe. - Kinktober ML Main ML Warnings; Fem-bodied reader, she/her pronouns, squirting, m! and f! oral receiving/giving, unprotected sex (only allowed in reading don't do irl!), thigh-riding/fucking, reader flashes Mingi on accident oops- 1.6k

Y/n looked herself up and down in the mirror, not knowing how she felt about the fabric adorning her legs. A few weeks back, she and her friends went shopping just before settling for drinks. A now monthly routine they had slowly accustomed to. On that night, when she was home the girl haphazardly threw the bags in a corner of her room. Only remembering the new items thirty minutes ago. She sat on her bed, pant less, with nothing but a cream colored sweater and a brand new pair of white stockings. Y/n had purchased many types of stockings in the past, ranging from boring long black socks to pink ones with bows adorning the edges. However, her plush thighs spilling over the top now occupied her thoughts. 

The bitter silence was the first thing Mingi noticed when he walked into the girls home. Usually, the TV was playing or maybe music but not one noise sounded through the house. Did she forget he was headed over? Mingi began to think she was gone and headed to lounge on her couch. He stopped mid-way hearing a loud sigh come from the hallway leading towards her room.

“Y/n, you here?” Mingi’s loud voice tore the girl away from her thoughts, completely forgetting entirely what she was just doing. 

“Yeah, I’m in my room,” She yelled back at him, his footsteps now making way towards her open door.

“Hey, what 'cha doin’?” Mingi’s head peaked in, his newly dyed platinum hair shining in the sun that peeked through her window. 

“I forgot about these new clothes I bought, for some reason I don’t know if I like these new socks,” She looked down at her legs with a confused glare in her eyes. Mingi’s eyes trailed down her figure, breath hitching at the white, lacy stockings. The lace at the top kept bunching together as her thighs pushed over the tight section that stopped mid thigh. Mingi’s hands bunched together as he quickly brought his eyes back to her face. Stopping the thoughts of his large hands gathering the soft skin. 

“I think they look fine,” He said after shamelessly clearing his throat. The poor girl was just as clueless as Mingi sometimes. Like in this situation, both are clueless to the effect they have on each other. Y/n’s new item flutters something in Mingi’s stomach and his complement makes way to hers. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. They’re kind of itchy,” The girl lifted her leg to start removing the increasingly uncomfortable stockings. In this process, accidentally flashing the man in her room.

“Oh my god Y/n,” Mingi’s eyes flew shut at what he saw and the sudden air flow in her lower area reminded her, she wasn’t wearing and pants or underwear. 

“Mingi I’m so sorry,” Her legs flew down, a blush flushing her cheeks. In different circumstances she wouldn’t have minded, but this was an accident. There’s no telling how uncomfortable Mingi was right now. 

“Can I please say something, you can hate me, think I'm gross and everything but you have such a pretty pussy,” Mingi’s hands flew to his face, a fire building up his neck as he rambled. Those words dug a deeper pit into Y/n’s stomach. Mingi was always prone to complimenting the girl, it was his second nature, but those words took this situation a bit further. 

“You can get a better look if you’d like Mingi,” Her words came out barely above a whisper. Mingi’s eyes popped open, his pants growing increasingly tighter.

“I can?” He asked breathlessly. His hands grew clammy, his heart pounding at his chest. With a nod of her head and the slow opening of her legs, the tall male quickly walked over and dove down to her. He hovered over her face before dropping to her increasingly wet pussy, shoving his face into her, inhaling the sweet smell of her sex.

“Fuck,” Mingi growled, feeling pre-cum gather in his boxers. He couldn’t worry about that right now, all he wanted was a taste. 

“Can I taste you?” Mingi asked, his breath airing over her cunt. 

“Please,” She whined at the male, one of her hands flying to his hair as his lips came in contact with her clit. 

“Fuck me, Mingi!” His pace was relentless. Her high was coming embarrassingly fast with the way he sucked and rolled his tongue around her clit. The pleasure was numbing her thighs, unable to feel the forming bruises Mingi brought upon them. Cream coated Mingi’s tongue as she came, but he didn’t stop or slow down. She clenched around nothing when his tongue occasionally slipped inside, curling around and slipping out returning to the torture on her clit.

“Mingi!” She gasped at him, her high increasing even after just cumming. Her back arched, pushing Mingi away as a clear liquid coated his face. He let out a loud groan, grasping his clothed cock as she covered him in her essence. His once light grey tee now darkened around his neck, cum covering his face. Mingi looked down at the dazed girl, her breathing labored as she came down from her high. Y/n looked down to see Mingi palming himself and with that she weakly pushed herself up, which caught Mingi’s attention. 

“Wanna make you feel good,” She said, replacing his hands with her own. Her hands softly pulled at his sweats and Mingi lifted himself, allowing her to pull out his desperate cock. A pathetic whine left his lips as her thumb met the tip, running it along the slit and wiping away the pre-cum stuck to it. His head flew back as she slid her hand further and took him down her throat. Mingi was long just as he was thick, popping him from her mouth she allowed spit to fall from it. Using the spit to jerk the other half of him she couldn’t fit in her mouth. His hands found a refugee wrapped in her hair. His stomach clenched as her throat swallowed around him, his high growing near. His hips twitched as he filled her throat with cum, pushing himself farther down her throat in the process. Y/n pushed his thighs, his cock and cum flooding out with a grotesque gurgle. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Mingi rushed to the girl, but she grabbed his hands.

“Mingi I need you to fuck me, please,” Her voice was hoarse and it drove him crazy. 

“Keep those on,” He grunted in her ear. Her hands stopped fiddling with the long socks covering most of her plush thighs. Mingi then picked her up and flipped them around. Her bare cunt now flushed against his bare thigh. 

“Fuck yourself on it,” Mingi’s eyes met hers as he guided her hips around his thigh. He groaned at her slick coating his thigh, small mewls now left the girls throat as Mingi continued a slow pace. Then he tensed his thigh, pushing her further into him. 

“Mingi,” Y/n whined, she wanted more unfortunately Mingi wanted to see the girl fall apart one more time before she came on his cock. His lips came in contact with her neck, before deciding he was tired of her cute sweater. He pulled it off and in return she pulled at his while still grinding on his thigh. As she worked herself, Mingi removed his own shirt allowing her to run her fingers down his chest. The action caused him to shiver as her nails scratched his abdomen. Lips had now found their way back to her neck trailing down to her breast. As Mingi kneaded at one, his mouth enveloped the other one rolling his tongue around it just as he did to her clit moments before. 

“Mingi, i’mma cum again,” The girl above him cried, throwing her head back as she continually fucked herself on his large thigh. He could feel her wetness run down his leg and his cock was red and hard all over again from watching her use him. 

“Cum on my thigh baby, you’re doing so well for me,” His deep voice rang in her ears, she chanted his name like a mantra as she chased her next high. Her eyes rolled back and her body seized, cumming on the blonde male once again. Before she was able to regain a normal state, she was placed below Mingi. He had propped her waist on a pillow before pressing himself along her back. 

“You’ll tell me to stop if it hurts, right? I need words baby,” He voiced into her ear. 

“I will,” Y/n’s voice sounded almost gone as she spoke. It was raspy and shaky, Mingi wondered what she’d sound like once he was done filling her. Mingi rubbed his cock through her folds before slowly pushing into the girl. Y/n moaned as he stretched her out perfectly ruining her cunt for anyone else. 

“So full,” She moaned as Mingi bottomed her out. Mingi’s mind was in shambles trying not to move as she clenched around him, but he needed her to move first. It was only mere seconds before Y/n’s body wiggled back to him encouraging him to move. He held himself a little longer letting out a guttural moan he towered over her, watching her increasingly fuck herself on his cock. Mingi’s patience snapped as he grabbed the girl's wrist, pinning them above her as he roughly pounded his cock into her weeping pussy. Y/n could no longer form words, just loud moans as Mingi’s hand made his way to her swollen clit. The constant pleasure building in her stomach caused her to shake at her final orgasm. Her pussy pushed out Mingi’s cock and squirted once again, now coating the male's lower half. 

At this point, Mingi didn’t know if she could handle another one so he pushed her thighs together, using the previous liquids to fuck her soft thighs. Mingi came, his seed running down onto her plush covers and brand new stockings.

“Well, if it makes you feel better I don’t think you’ll be able to wear these stockings again,” -

[gaymergal]

:3 happy pride 🌈 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

I unintentionally came out to my older sister (again) by wearing a piece of clothing.

💚💜🤍 😂 she remains the best

(Story followed by small spiraling below the cut 😃👍🏾✨)

Forever ago when I was in high school, I was only out as gay at school with friends. And didn’t come out to family until later (Highschool for me was 2004-2008 Bush era. And though my family is and has been very liberal leaning, we were also raised catholic which definitely fueled my personal hesitation to come out at home. Spoilers alert when I told my mom it went hilariously well)

One day after school myself and a pair of friends were at the mall, and the three of us bought a three piece matching friendship necklace at Claire’s on clearance that said roughly Best (star charm), Friends(heart charm), Forever(rainbow charm)

(90% sure that was the breakdown important thing is my section of the necklace had a rainbow charm)

It was like the only rainbow thing I owned, and I would wear it sparingly cause wasn’t 100% out. I had left the necklace on at home and my sister immediately clocked it and pulled me aside and asked if I was gay.

It was a very brief side bar conversation, I was in the kitchen and she literally pulled me into another room and was like “u gay? Your wearing a rainbow necklace”

“Uh yeah”

“Ok cool”

I never did a big announcement to family. Starting with my sister (actually, one of my brothers might have been the first family to know followed then by my sister🤔)

I just told family in one on one conversations as it came up, and eventually even extended family just knew I was gay.

(When I told my mom, because of the way I nervously started the conversation, on the verge of tears saying “i have something important to tell you” she thought I was teen pregnant and when I said I was gay she was like that’s it? That’s fine!)

Anyway! In 2020 with the support of my wife I experimented with pronouns and found that in addition to she/her I really do vibe with he/him pronouns (🥰 I am both her wife and boyfriend and absolutely love being called either)

I really only use he/him privately online and at limited irl queer gatherings and haven’t explicitly told my family (There is a hesitation that family might not fully “get” use of he/him pronouns and for now I’d rather keep it away from them for the time being. At this point its less of a fear of rejection and more of a…I don’t know how that conversation is going to go, and that gives me anxiety to bring it up and start a conversation about it.)

We just had our local pride weekend and I was wearing a pair of black socks that had stripes of green purple white at the top of them 💚💜🤍 for genderqueer and did post a family picture of me my wife and our son at pride to FB (socks visible) not thinking anyone in my fam would clock it.

Got a text from my sister yesterday: “Random question. What are your pronouns?”

Which prompted a phone call (that went super well :3 🥰)

At first she thought they were non binary colors and googled to confirm, but saw that the colors didn’t match but “knew it meant something” and then asked my niece (gen z theater kiddo) what the those specific colors represented. (Lol like straight up queer pop quiz style “hey green white purple, what’s that flag? 🤣)

When the dreaded “what do you want me to use for you” came up (idk why so much anxious, it is very much use one or the other or a mix, i genuinely like and respond to both. the only strong feeling i have is please don’t directly ask me which to use, or why he/him in addition to she/her)

It was a very quick, “so i can still use she/her”

“Yep”

“You sure?”

“Yep”

“well if that changes, I’ll just keep an eye out for new colors”

“🥲💖” (which I found to be very sweet!)

On the one hand, part of me is like, ah history repeating itself, just tell family as it comes up.

But with Pride and (:3 my first!) Father’s day coming up I am tempted to make a FB post just to set the record straight on my pronouns but, (anxiety)

Its weird, like I don’t necessarily feel like I’m in the closet as much as I did with being gay in high school. I’m not afraid of someone finding out. I don’t think my pronouns are something that needs to be kept secret. If asked I am comfortable enough to respond to the question, but the thought of anoucing them publicly is just a big no-no. 🙃

😅 Anyway!

🥳 happy pride! ❤️🧡💛💚💜💙💖

💚🤍💜 treating myself to an early father’s day hair cut tomorrow ✌🏾 :3

[httpiastri]

can i try something? – op81

oscar has the best hands.

genre: does it really count as just suggestive if it's this dirty? i think not? this probs counts as smut, idk... either way, 18+

pairing: female reader x oscar piastri

warnings: .....smutty things.....

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting, requests are still open<3

author's note: the description 😶 don’t mention it 😶 i have so many requests that i’ve written and that are just waiting for me to post in my drafts but i have tiny things i want to add or change, sorry it’s taking long but i also don’t have a lot of time to write these days :( anyway…. hope you have a lovely day!

f1 masterlist

18+ content below, minors dni!

oscar is sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through some social media on his phone when you enter the living room. he doesn't look up at first, too focused on reading one of lando's latest instagram posts. you break his trance when you step closer to him, letting your legs brush against his knees. his eyes move up to you, and his mouth instantly drops at the sight of what you're wearing.

or, how little you're wearing.

one of his white button-ups is draped over your shoulders, the material reaching all the way down to your thighs. only a few random buttons are done, the shirt revealing most of the white, lacey lingerie you're wearing.

one of his hands instinctively reaches up to your hip, urging you to come closer. you happily oblige, easily slipping down to straddle him. "to what do i owe this pleasure?" oscar asks, eyes blinking at you as his other hand drops his phone onto the couch before also landing on your side.

you shrug as an innocent smile spreads across your lips. "i just felt like trying on a new set i bought," you start, looking down at your outfit. you undo one of the top buttons, leaving him with an even better view of your breasts. the thin material of your bra doesn't leave much to imagination. "do you like it?"

oscar is nodding before he can even realize you've asked a question, all other thoughts gone as his vision zones in on your boobs. "y-yeah," he tries to look up at your face, but his eyes move back down again a second later. "a lot."

"can i try something?"

his throat is dry but he manages to get out a croaky "yes", feeling unsure of what he's getting himself into – but sure he's going to enjoy it. your hands reach down to grab one of his, bringing it right up to your face. you pause for a moment, keeping up the innocent play with a sweet smile, before pushing his hand forward and letting two of his fingers slip past your glossy lips. you let your tongue swirl around them once and you let out a content hum as you slowly pull them out again. oscar's eyes would flutter closed from the feeling, but the sight in front of him is too beautiful to ignore.

his fingers hit the back of your throat once you push them back in again, making sure to suck on them in a way that makes his pants grow uncomfortably tight. oscar can't stop imagining your lips and tongue working on his cock instead of just his fingers, and the anticipation makes him grow harder and harder every time you pump him in and out of you. the grip of his other hand tightens and he pulls you further onto his lap, needing you as close as he possibly can.

after you pull his fingers out for the last time, you instead start placing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his hand. your lips trace his skin to his wrist and along the muscles of his arm, stopping when you reach the sleeve of his t-shirt. you move your kisses up to his thick neck, pressing against the base of it and traveling up to his jaw. after pressing one last kiss to his cheek, you wrap your arms around his neck and look him straight into his eyes.

"was that okay?" you ask, your gaze following the way his adams apple bobs in his throat. he’s quick to nod, feeling way more than just 'okay' about the situation.

his hand reaches up to cup your cheek and he pulls you in to seal your lips against his. the kiss is slow yet messy, and oscar's hand moves lower to caress the side of your neck. the kiss has your head spinning but you still need more, so you shuffle slightly in his lap so you're positioned over just one of his legs. his shorts have ridden up, and the friction of his bare thigh against your panties is just perfect. you let out a whine into his mouth as you push yourself down on him, his flexing muscles making you grow increasingly aroused by the second.

his thumb starts stroking up and down your throat, lightly pressing down on it as it moves. it's all getting too much, so you pull apart from the kiss, letting your head fall back as your eyes flutter closed. your hands move to his shoulders for more stability as you continue riding his thigh, every brush against his skin sending shivers through your spine.

oscar could stay like this forever. the view in front of him is so good he thinks it should be framed and put in the louvre; the pretty lingerie showing off your breasts, your bruised lips gasping for air, your neck on full display and his big hand wrapped around it. he's never seen anything as beautiful before.

it takes you all you have to halt your movements and look back at him. his stare is filled with confusion as he watches you pull your body off him and slip out of his grip, standing up right by the couch again. trying to continue acting as pure as you can – ignoring the fact that just a moment ago, you were quite literally getting off on his thigh – you blink down at him. "i think i'd like to try something else," you hum, taking a step back. "only if you want to, of course." you turn on your heel, making your way towards your bedroom. "meet me in there if you're interested."

he makes it onto the bed before you can even enter the room.

[lucysweatslove]

Hidden because (self/personal) body negativity which can be triggering for people.

So, I got connected with my preceptors + tonight we have an orientation meeting via zoom. This has all reminded me that a) my body has changed substantially since the last time I bought any clothes to look “professional,” and b) my body had changed substantially since the last time I even needed scrubs.

I have been thinking about how to dress my body etc to feel comfortable + look appropriate for the settings I’ll be in for clinicals. I have a kinda healthy-ish relationship with with my body on a normal day, mostly neutrality and I’m okay with that after like, my first decade of life being primed to hate my body, and the next decade and a half actively hating it, and only trying to embrace myself in a more neutral (since honestly positivity seems impossible) way for 5. So I was looking at Kibbe body typing and, being unable to figure it out, I decided to take a “chest height” picture and try on the clothes.

Note that I haven’t actually looked at myself in most of my clothing in a while, as since I started applying to school and Cold Weather hit, I’ve mostly been in loungr clothes. I’ve gained a bit of weight since last year and re-measured myself to get a couple good fitting bras. So I have two bras that fit well (36D4 which is like a F-H depending on the brand). My bust line is larger than that but because of my shape, these cups seem to work well.

Anyway I first took the picture and just. I couldn’t. I took it in a pair of leggings + a loose top, what I normally wear to the gym but I’m a bralette top instead of a sports bra, and I stood there as I saw the picture and just thought “I went out of the house looking like this!? I GO out of the house and into public at all like this?” And I try to deconstruct it- imagine in a different bra, with different clothing and different lines, and I couldn’t see myself in anything that looked even just okay.

I’m really trying to continue to see myself neutrally, but today is a very negative body image day, and it’s not so much my weight or size that triggers me as much as it is my weight distribution. I’m slightly more leggy than torso-y, which I think leggy is considered one of those stupid “beauty standards,” but at just under 5’4” this just translates to most jeans fitting my inseam and not me actually looking super leggy or tall. And that’s where anything “normal” or “ideal” ends.

I’m relatively short waisted, so my hip bones sit a little higher. My hips are also narrow. They do not collect weight. Sure, they “grow” in inches when I gain weight, but it’s slower and they don’t get a curved appearance. I have a larger bust, and I do get some weight gain there. And while I do gain a little flesh in the arms and thighs, my arms typically look a bit disproportionately thin compared to the rest of me. I mostly gain weight right at my midsection, only collecting a little bit in the rib/under bust but collecting a lot from waist to pelvis. I don’t have a very well defined waist and I never have. My whole midsection is WIDE and always has been, even at my lowest weight. I don’t mean just inches/size, but I have always LOOKED wider- like at a 26-27” waist I know I looked wider than that. Part of this might be the relative straightness of my lines, and like, no ass. I mean that. Idk HOW but apparently my weight collected mostly ABOVE the butt so it literally looks so flat.

And the bust… don’t get me wrong, I generally like them, but attempting to dress them in a modest way is so hard. A V often looks best on me, I’ve found, but finding work appropriate Vs are hard because my breasts sit up high and often get squished so cleavage is super noticeable and inexcusable. The new bras help with a separation, but many shirts still pull them and squeeze because they aren’t large enough in the bust. In in order to fit the bust still in a way that still gives some separation, the rest of the shirt is looser, which, with a shirt that has waist emphasis (ie not a box), looks really off. These waist emphasis shirts also typically hit at the wrong spot because of the short waist, or because of my larger breasts, the waist sits at the rib cage instead looking more empire waist and shortening my torso even more, which I think makes me look both childish and even frumpier in the mid section.

I’ve been having decent-ish luck with cropped jeans and boxier shirts, but it’s still not… right.

I know I will likely drop some weight this summer as I usually do- summer is when I hike more and gravitate towards more fruits like berries and just naturally I lose a bit. But, I don’t have time before I start at my clinic for this, I will have winter and spring clinicals too, AND I shouldn’t have to change my body to find clothes that fit and look professional and harmonious on me.

Also my body shape is nearly never representing in plus size fashion in general. It’s always flat-tummy (or slightly larger) and large asses and hips, which is also beautiful and should be represented as some plus size women obviously look like that… I just think the general message is “your body is so unattractive that if we showcased it, we couldn’t sell clothes.” And THAT makes me sad.

[metalgirlrising]

Idk but the majority of "tumblr funnymen" on here is a bit cringe. Everyone's sense of humor comes from just....being sarcastic and referencing someone else's joke on here but they rlly aren't "jokes" it's usually someone else snarky comment on a specific conversation (the "you may be ___ but IM different." Is the only one to come to mind rn)

And I know it's sparky for ME to bring this up and maybe even cringe myself since no one is doing any harm and ppl are just having fun on Here but it just reminds me of when I was in highschool and I didn't know how to fit in at all. I didn't know hownto dress nice or have a sense of style or even knew how to socialise. Anyways I had language arts with these two white girls and they where snarkey as all hell. They where the type of girls who felt they where the cut above the rest because they made family guy references AND read books and got straight A's. I had once bought myself a pair of hello kitty glasses and wore them to school a couple of times. (Again I had no sense of style and was trying to figure it out but I knew I looked cute in glasses and this was the Era where girls would wear those 3D glasses u get at the theater and just take out the lenses anyways I just thought it was cute) and I remember they where making comments about me they made a comment about me loud enough so I could hear them saying "oh, you mean the girl with the FAKE glasses?" Within earshot so I could hear. A part of me was a lil hurt and maybe my self esteem went down a lil but also I remembering thinking 'man....what a fucking prick.' Like I KNOW they're fake I know that everyone KNOWS their fake. It isn't big news to anyone.

But the story doesn't end there. In the same language arts class the two girls grouped together with this scrawny white boy that would be tumblrs sexyman and would be obnoxious trio in the back making snarky comments making references that they think no one but them gets yadda yadda. WELL this one dude enrolled in our class he definitely did and sold drugs. On top of that he was genuinely funny. He even made conversation with me a few times and he was the ONLY one that talked to me during class. WELL.... somehow me,him, and the three snarky kids and I think two others got grouped together for a project. I already made plans so sit there and stay quiet and do my work alone but somehow the three obnoxious kids and the stoner guy got into a discussion about the "best method" of using a bong and these pretentious ass kids said that a water bottle is the most efficient way to smoke think we where gonna be like "ooooh and aaaah" cause they didn't think anyone smoked weed in this class and the stoner guy was like "are you fucking kidding me a water bottle are you dumb??" And continued to lay down hard how and why it was efficient at all and these three kids tried to chime in with some shit they pulled up from wiki pedia or something but this dude wasn't having it. Then he went "you guys obviously never smoked weed." And they where ALL quiet and all I could think of was "ooooooooooh" this dude redeemed me without knowing he did. It was great it was awesome because he was right!

I wish I spoke up then but lmao idk sometimes when I see certain posts I just think of those two gals

[simluvbot]

how enhypen hyung line spoils you

a/n: okay so the only reason im writing this is because heejay went on tmi news and heeseung said jay is probably the richest enhypen member.. plus jay spending 6k on a hotel for heeseung and the fact that jay’s dad owns a travel agency got me thinking so 😁  yeah here’s a headcanon on how hyung line spoil you :D — also reminder that this is a work of fiction and I wrote this based on what I think would suit with their personalities !

HEESEUNG

hee will also spoil you with his undivided attention !!

it sounds simple but whenever he is with you, he is not focusing on anything but you. he feels like he doesnt spend as much time with you as he wants to, so moments with you are so precious to him and he is always listening and responding. its really relaxing </3

(open to read more <3)

i dont really think heeseung is the type to buy you lots of materialistic things but since i feel he is really attentive he’ll instead just randomly gift you things that you had said you needed around him and just ended up forgetting about.

you complaining about it being so hot lately and needing to buy a small fan to carry around? heeseung will randomly gift you a portable fan he bought you the other day, oh you know, just ‘casually’ as he says. you saying how youre so hungry and dont have time to go get food during your lunch break?  you have food delivered to your work.

 also !! heeseung is so sO unbelievably talented !!

plus he knows how much you like his singing, so how else does he spoil you? with his voice.

it sounds cheesy but ); how could you not drop everything right that second when heeseung starts singing for you 

so,, you both chilling in bed together and relaxing? he’ll start humming softly or singing quietly because he knows how much you enjoy it, especially when youre stressed out ):

You’re so lucky because he literally voice records him singing cover songs in English too and send them to you, just for your ears only

Also will show you snippets of enhypen’s new songs or choreos because he knows you’re an engene too hehe

JAY

tbh he doesnt even bat an eyelash at the prospect of buying you something expensive

i mentioned this before but if he is out shopping, travelling, etc and he sees something he thinks you would like, need or look good on you? he buys it with no second thoughts !

loves buying matching outfits with you <3

he likes to spoil you as well in terms of quality time ):

he’ll rent a small yacht for you both to enjoy a relaxing evening together, rent a restaurant out just for you both, etc just so you two can spend a relaxing time together privatley <3

WILL pull a lee young joon on you from what’s wrong with secretary kim and rent out a whole theme park just to surprise you with 😋

also uses the fact his dad is the owner of a travel agency to his advantage and often books hotel and resort stays for you both whenever he can 😋😋

i think jay would also be the type to spoil you with cheesy couple gifts during anniversaries and on dates lol

so you HAVE started to build a small collection of stuffed teddy bears on your bed..

ofc he spoils you with materialistic things !! he likes it but with jay your comfort and happiness is ALWAYS one of his top priorities with you so he also always makes sure to make some time in his schedule whenever he can, just to spend some time with you <3

JAKE

I think jake wouldnt spoil you that much, at least he wouldnt make it explicitly obvious

more the type to spoil you with surprises during anniversaries or special occasions 

will be all shy like, “y/n youre not busy for the two days after your birthday, right? just saying please leave your schedule free for then.”

you’re confused but do what he says anyways, and when he surprises you with plane tickets, you have to pretend to act surprised hehe

often pays for expenses such as café or restaurant bills for you (EVEN if you tell him you can pay it yourself 🙄)

i think he would spoil you with random gifts that he gets for you, and over time they accumulate and each little thing he gives you is a reminder of one of your many dates with him <3

that picture frame on your bedroom wall over there? oh jake surprised you with it. the necklace youre wearing? oh jake bought it for you. that blanket on your bed? oh jake didnt want you to get cold at night, so he bought it for you to make sure youre warm ):

he is also very thoughtful so he always considers your health! and he spoils you in the sense of making sure you have the necessities he thinks you need !

when you both went out on a date and he noticed you didnt have a scarf and was complaining about how cold it was he went and bought you a new one rIGHT that second. jake wont dare let his y/n catch a cold 😠😤

jake is also so so sweet ): so he ALWAYS is showering you in compliments and praise

lowkey youre spoiled by his kind words like you could be doing the bare minimum and he’ll be telling you ‘yes thats my baby! youre doing so well!!”

overall jake just wants to make sure youre healthy and happy !! he is always noticing the small things about you hehe so he ends up spoiling you in his own ways unintentionally (:

SUNGHOON

okAY so youre literally dating him but he’ll be telling you how lucky you are to even be receiving his attention in the first place 🙄

but lowkey he does spoil you too

I see sunghoon making beaded bracelets for you and gifting them to you ):

Another one of the #teddybeargivers™

Spoils you a lot on special occasions. Will buy you roses, candles, chocolate, teddy bears etc. the typical boyfriend-y gifts on days like valentine’s or your bday </3

I feel like sunghoon is very subtle about spoiling you but when he sometimes does spoil you it’ll be something low-key expensive

Like uh sunghoon ?? An apple watch for Christmas?? i don’t think I can accept this

But he’ll look at you like 😐 y/n I went out of my way to buy this for you and it was expensive u better be grateful

Idk if this makes sense but he spoils you in his hoodies 😋

He always have a bunch that he separates ready for you to steal hehe

Also you know how I mentioned the gifts on special occasions? Well he will also write these long, detailed cards and give them to you and since sunghoon isn’t the best at conveying his emotions when he puts down all of his feelings down on a piece of paper,, you always feel so spoiled and flustered in his love ):

<3

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im down bad for the obey me brothers... idk if you write straight up nsfw, but if you do could i maybe get mc asking the brothers to finger her until she cums 👉🏻👈🏻 i saw someone ask this on another blog and ive been obsessed with this idea ever since. thank you in advance!

Just made it under the wire for Sexual Sunday!!!

Obey Me Boys + Naughty MC Headcanons (NSFW)

Lucifer

Startled initially, but delighted with your boldness

“You need only ask, my dear one.”

Would have you sit on his lap in his study where you asked him

No one is going to bother you in there because no one, besides you, would dare enter on their own

Once you’re settled he’d pull one glove off his hand with his teeth

His other hand is currently wrapped around your waist

Despite being gloved all the time, his touch is cool on your outer thigh

It slowly moved up your leg and under your uniform skirt

Moving to your inner thigh only when it was under the thin pleaded material

He’d gently urge your legs open, and start to stroke you

On the outside of your panties at first. Feeling them get moist

Then, when you were whimpering on his kneed, he’d slip his fingers past your panties and inside you

His touch is decisive and firm

Well practiced, he has you cumming in seconds or hours

Depends on his mood that day

Does not need you to reciprocate. He’ll get his eventually. Right now is about you

Mammon

Shocked, at first, but quickly tries to recover and act cool

“Ha. Of course you would come to The Great Mammon, and your first man, to take care of you doll.”

Would take you to his room; and be immediately embarrassed at the state it’s in

He wasn’t expecting company

He lays you down on the bed, nestled in his expensive Egyptian cotton sheets, and starts with a soft kiss.

He’d groan audibly when he pulled up your RAD skirt to see you wearing the designer underwear he bought you

Just for him

He’d keep them on and slip his hand down you panties

His touch is shy, at first

He wants to make sure he’s doing it right, what you like

When he starts to hear you moan and feel you buck up into his hand, he gets more confident

Mammon can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. So it’s no different in bed

Whispers a lot of “you like that baby?”, “does that feel good?”, “you look so hot baby.” in your ear

When you do cum he feels very proud of himself

He’ll lay next to you and kiss you softly

Will ask you to return the favor cause he’s super hard now

Levi

Immediate panic attack

“W-W-Whaaaattt??!”

Doesn’t believe you, at first. Why would you want a gross otaku like him to do....that to you??

Once you convince him that you’re telling him the truth, then you have to convince him to actually do it

He’s red as a tomato

You’d have to go to your room because Levi can’t do it in front of his figurines

He doesn’t want them to see him being all ecchi

Tries to undress you, but his hands shake too much

You’ll have to take your panties, and whatever else, off yourself

Once you’ve reached the point of no return, he’ll screw his courage to the sticking place and go for it

You’re his precious Hime-sama. He’d do anything for you

Despite his nerves, he’s really good at this

All those hours of gaming have given his fingers incredibly dexterity

No one is more surprised than you when he has you cumming so face

Still super shocked that he did this with you, but also a little proud of himself

Wouldn’t dream of asking you to do anything for him. He’d die of embarrassment if he had to ask

Satan

Surprised to say the least, but attempts to remain calm

“Well if....that’s what you want....”

Would take you back to his room for privacy

Would need to clear off his bed of the dozen or so books on it, but would set you down carefully on the comforter

He’s a little nervous

He’s usually not a sexually person (like some idiots he could name)

But something about you lights a fire in him

It’s strange to be burning up inside with something other than anger

His touch is deliberate and sound

You’ve asked him to make you cum. And cum you shall.

He doesn’t pussy-foot around and gets right to the task of fondling you

His fingers stroking your clit. Jutting in and out of you rhythmically

He won’t admit how much it turns him on to hear you say his name, but he’ll ask you to say it again

Calls you his ‘little kitten’ when he asks if you’re going to come

When you do his chest swells with pride. Let’s see those idiots do that to you

Would be interested in reciprocation, but won’t ask for it. If you offer, he’d be willing. A gentleman doesn’t do favors for reward though.

Asmo

Delighted beyond measure

“Ah~! My sweet [Y/N]! How naughty!”

Asmo, of course, is the most eager to please you

You coming to him openly for pleasure is a rare treat

One he’s going to take advantage of

He’d take you to his room and lay you on his bed like the princess you are

Takes his time getting you out of your RAD uniform

He doesn’t want your clothes wrinkled. Plus he wants to see all of you.

Will kiss and tease any patch of skin he can get his hands on

As he said, this is a rare treat. He’s going to take advantage of it

His touch on your apex is as teasing as his kisses

They are infuriatingly light. But he knows what he’s doing

Asmo is obviously the most experienced

So he knows how to give his partner mind shattering orgasms

Will tease and taught and tempt you until your body bows off the bed and you’re practically gushing around his fingers

Would want you to reciprocate, or let him fuck you. Let’s both feel good together.

Beel

Turns about as red as his hair when you ask him.

"S-Sure. If you want.”

Would want to go it in your room. He doesn’t want Belphie to walk in on you two

Nervous

He’s not the most experienced out of the bunch

Until now, he’s only ever thought about eating, or working out, or his brothers

Not until you

Would let you lay yourself on the bed and cover over to you

He’s scared about crushing you

His touch is a bit clunky

His hands are big and rough, and he doesn’t know what to do with them

But, he’s earnest

He genuinely wants to make you feel good so he tries his hardest

Asks a lot of questions like “am I going this right?”, “does this feel good?”, “is this ok?” to make sure he’s doing it right

When you cum, he licks his fingers. Fascinated with what you taste like. You’re his new favorite flavor

Doesn’t ask you to reciprocate. Too embarrassed to ask. Just wants to hold you. That makes him feel good.

Belphie

Slow, sleepy blink followed by slow, sleepy grin

“Eeeeh...[Y/N]-chan. You’re a pervert.”

Would take you up to his attic room so you can be alone

There’s a sky light with stars that’s really romantic

He wants you to see stars before you see stars

Nuzzles you in bed to breath in your scent

He loves the way you smell

Takes off your uniform top and panties, but leaves your bra and skirt on

He likes your skirt. And you look sluttier half naked than fully naked

Will get right down to business on you

Touching you roughly to pull an orgasm out of you

But he doesn’t stop there

He’ll pull another. Then another. Until once where you were begging him to make you cum now you’re begging him to stop.

He thinks your whimpers, teetering between pleasure & pain, are so adorable

So is your puffy, swollen cunt

Won’t ask you to reciprocate. He’s already got off on your weak, gentle crying. Will hold you and snuggle you for the rest of the night.