#and he is a perfect and beautiful babygirl etc etc

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[starscelly]

!!! there is in fact no match for miro ever period !!!

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ joost klein x singer!reader ࿐ྂ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ESPRESSO : fluff ; imagine ; all is fictional ; joost is such a babygirl here ; english is not my first language

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ WHEN JURY ANNOUNCED YOU as a representation of your country, you couldn’t be happier. since your childhood, you were a fan of eurovision, only because you loved the idea that every country could show off their culture, beautiful language etc. you weren’t the most extrovert, so the thought of being filmed almost every second, having to take part in those interviews— which most of the time wasn’t even that necessary — stressed you out.

but someone decided to send you a literal angels, every contestant were just amazing, helping you with stress before performing at pre-parties. but your main partners in crime were nemo, bambie, your two baby girls marcus & martinus and your favourite person in this world — joost klein.

they all were your shoulders to cry on. you even created a group chat for your little eurovision gang. and let me say, you cried a lot during some pre-parties, both from laughing & crying. you couldn’t believe that you met that beautiful and amazing people, you were super grateful for that.

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today was the last pre-party before semi-finals, for you personally it was also a very important event, because you wanted to create a bond with your audience, and all the music parties before real contest were a must. that’s why you wanted everything to be perfect about your performance. but then you were woke up by a sharp pain in your throat, you started to panic immediately. when you tried to sang whatever song you had in mind in that moment, all you could hear was rasp voice and in this circumstance it wasn’t this sexy type of rasp.

as you walked into cafeteria, where almost every contestant were eating breakfast before rehearsals. when you saw bambie & nemo a big smile appears on your face. even if your mood were dead today, they will always make you smile no matter what. with loud sigh you sat down at the table, saying quick ‘hello’

“hi babe, what happened to your precious voice?” bambie asked and you just hided your face in your hands.

“i guess i just screamed too much at your performances and now my voice said bye bye everyone” you joked and they just laughed, but then nemo sat down next to you and bring you to side hug.

“so you won’t be performing today?” bambie asked with worry tone, they knew how much you wanted to take part in every single evening.

“did i heard something about no performing?” you heard well known voice and second later you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“our little singer is mute for today unfortunately” bambie said, as joost sat next to you.

“i don’t even want to hear about this, of course you will perform” he said with such a lightness in his voice, and everyone else send him questionable looks.

“but i barely speak, there’s no way i can sing today” joost just laughed at your comment.

“who said anything about singing, honey?” after seeing more confused looks, he just added “you will see, now let’s eat” he clapped his hands and took some fruit out of nemo’s plate.

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right now you finally were on last pre-party, the atmosphere was fantastic as always. everyone was getting ready to show, without that much stress as at the beginning of this project. you admired how people that were shy and very formal to each other now can be a hundred per cent themselves. also watching them growing as artists was another great experience, sometimes you felt like a proud mother, especially when it comes to your safe group. at this point, you didn’t even care who would win, because in any scenario you would be extremely proud of your friends.

joost told you to get ready for the concert as usual, you didn’t even question him anymore, because you knew that he wouldn’t tell you anything, so it was pointless. you wore your stage outfit and patiently waited for your turn, right now at the stage you could see your favourite twins, even if you couldn’t sing, you still loudly supported them, but only with your applauses.

finally it was your turn to go on stage, but right before your leg touched the floor, joost showed up with his iconic blue suit, he took a microphone and started talking;

“hello everyone! i know you’re all waiting for our amazing y/n, but unfortunately she won’t be give you guys proper performance today, but good for her - i’m here” he said smiling, as the crowd just laughed, then he invited you at the stage and you were loudly welcome by audience. joost handed you microphone that was turned off and you heard the beginning of your song. a few moments later instead of your voice, you heard joost who were holding a phone with the lyrics of this song.

you couldn’t believed what was happening, all you did was laugh, when you heard how he tried to mimic your singing style. but then you realised, that you should start to lip syncing, and that’s what you did.

everyone, the audience & the contestants started laughing, but also singing along with joost. that was officially your best performance at all eurovision pre parties.

when the song ended, you turned on the microphone and said shortly “you’re crazy” shortly after you heard his response “anything for you, honey”

[daydreams-after-dark]

Show Mommy

Synopsis: Lee Know dressed as Aunt Lina was doing things to you as you watched him on set. But what happens when you are invited to an after party and accidentally end up in Lee Know's room, and he's still in costume?

NSFW // 18+ MINORS DNI for the love of god.

Features: female reader x cross dressing aunty lino

Word count: 4.4k

This link though

nsfw warnings below.

Kinks and warnings: Mummy kink (Lee Know is referred to as Mummy), choking on cock (cutting off air supply), Edging, Light Dom/Sub, Pet names (Mummy, babygirl, kitten etc), Name calling (slut, whore), unprotected piv sex, oral sex (m rec), cross dressing, vaginal fingering, creampie.

a/n: This story was born out of an ask from friend @noellllslut She was after Lee Know dressed as Aunt Lino who fucks reader's brains out. It was originally posted on my main blog @moonlightndaydreams but the themes fit the feel of this blog. So it now resides over here. Please welcome it make it feel at home 😘

Lee Know couldn’t help but notice the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him while he was on was the SKZ Family set. So he deliberately slouched back in his seat, spreading his legs unashamedly under the silk skirt he wore as part of his Aunty Lino costume. He knew what it was doing to you. You tried your hardest to look away, but your eyes kept returning to him, alternating between gazing at his beautiful dolled up face and wig, to almost drooling as you stared at his crotch. You knew what was underneath that dress, although you’d never seen it or experienced it first hand.

Lee Know had seen you around a few times now. You were the newest staff member of the catering service that sometimes provided refreshments and food to the group. You stood out like a sore thumb, actually, with your eyes wide, starstruck. You’d never been in such close proximity to idols before.

Lee Know thought you looked cute. He liked that you seemed flustered around him and the other members. But he also noticed that you didn’t seem to ever really be looking at them, but rather your gaze was always on him. Your stare made him feel flushed. Luckily the blush make up could hide the fact there was also a natural shade of pink burning on his skin.

You were looking at him almost shamelessly towards the end of filming. That’s why he kept opening his legs to sit “unladylike”. That’s why he raised his voice, bellowing angrily, confusing you with the alluring mix of feminine and masculine. That’s why he dared to glance right back at you whenever he looked around the room. He wanted to send you a message; that he knew you were watching him, and he wanted you to know that he was enjoying it.

You felt like you would certainly have a heart attack if he looked at you one more time. The way he sat back in the chair, feet planted far apart made you want to fucking straddle him then and there. He was taunting you with brief glances, and eventually outright stares. You felt an ache in your core and a wetness forming between your legs. Thank fuck this was almost over and you could pack up and leave.

“Hey!” Your colleague caught your attention. “Turns out they want to stay dressed up to go to the holiday house to have a party. Apparently you’re invited!” He exclaimed. “Maybe you could take all the spare food there. Come and help me pack and up and you can drive it over there now and set up.”

Well there goes going home. Wait. What? They invited you? You felt anxiety rising inside your chest.

“Here, let me help.” You turned towards the voice that broke your thoughts. Fucking Lee Know.

“Oh—“ you choked. “Um… it’s fine. Really.” You managed to say. He was standing awfully close to you. He wasn’t a lot taller than you were, and so you got a perfect close up view of his gorgeous face. His pretty almond eyes framed by the hair of the chestnut brown wig. How the hell were you going to survive the night? Both your nerves and horny levels were through the roof.

“I insist, kitten. Let’s get the lids on these, and I’ll help carry them out to the car.” He smiled kindly. Who were you to deny him? You were told by your boss when you started this job to do anything the idols want. If they want to help you, then you had to let them.

You felt his eyes on you as he followed you out to your car, hoping he wasn’t looking at your ass.

“So, I’ll be seeing you at the party tonight, yeah?” He asked closing the car boot and turning to lean on it.

“Well I have to be there - all the food is in my car now.” You chuckled like an idiot, then looked down at your feet.

Lee Know simply smirked at you. “You’re an interesting little kitty.” He continued to smirk whilst he’s eyes turned dark. How were you meant to respond to that?

“Well,” He suddenly stood tall as if snapping out of his thoughts, and walked around to the driver’s side of the car, opening the door for you. “Drive safely.” He said as you slid into the seat. You rolled your eyes “Yes Mum.” You mocked like you were an unamused teenager responding to an overprotective parent.

Lee Know’s energy shifted. “What did you just call me?” His tone was one of amusement, but there was something behind his eyes. Something devious. He leaned down in the doorway, one hand resting on the open door, the other on the side of the car, his curtain of “hair” framing his pretty face in the most elegant way.

“I said: Yes, Mummy.” You repeated condescendingly and locked eyes on him. Fuck he made you feel nervous, but you weren’t going to let on. Something inside you was enjoying being a little bratty.

“Hmm.” He said standing back up and closing the car door and walking back inside without another word.

You pulled up at the holiday house, knowing that you would have arrived there before the members. That gave you time to fumble around your car for your emergency “going out bag” - ready with a little black dress, a hairbrush and makeup - and then took the left over food up to the house in two trips. A staff member let you in so you could set up. You took a deep breath as you surveyed the food. Yep everything looked fine.

Your next priority was changing into your dress so you went in search of a bathroom to get changed and touch up your makeup. You didn’t want to take up the common bathroom, so you went looking for an ensuite off of a bedroom. It didn’t take long to find one that seemed suitable. The far bedroom down the hall. You’d be out of the way in this room. No one would stumble upon you there. You closed the bedroom door and went into the the bathroom, peeling off your black slacks and black blouse, realising you weren’t wearing an appropriate bra for the dress you had brought. Fuck it. You had nice tits though, so you decided to go bra-less. Your dress was a black mini dress, super tight (it’ll hold those puppies in), that zipped up the entire front - from the hem to the neckline. It was probably too much for the occasion. It was more a clubbing dress, not a hang out with some idols at a casual house party type of dress. But it was either that or your work clothes. You glanced down at the discarded slacks and blouse and then back up to your reflection. Nope! The dress it is.

Next you added some heavier eyeshadow and a tonne of mascara. Finally, a slick of red lipstick. You weren’t planning to impress anyone, right? You just needed to match the makeup to the dress.

You could hear loud music thumping, and muffled boisterous voices through the walls. The boys must have arrived.

You looked yourself over in the vanity mirror one final time. Okay. You’ve got this. You don’t actually have to speak to him. It’s okay. You reassured yourself. Just chat to someone else. Maybe Han. Or Felix. They seem safe.

You pepped yourself up, took a deep breath and opened the door to go back into the bedroom.

Your heart almost jumped out of your body and out of the window. Actually, you wanted to throw your entire body out of the window.

Lee Know. Sitting on the end of the bed. Directly facing you. Legs fucking spread. Still in Aunty-fucking-Lino mode.

His mouth was parted slightly. He was taken aback by what he saw. But he recovered quickly and you didn’t notice because you were too busy having some sort of panic attack. “W-what are you doing in here?” You asked timidly.

Lee know chuckled. “This is my room for the night. I wasn’t expecting a visitor waiting for me.”

“Oh!” Was all that came out of your mouth and your hand flew to your chest, clasping at the zipper, ensuring you were properly dressed. The way he was looking at you made you feel naked. Exposed. Vulnerable.

“I’m really sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. “I’ll be out of your way.” Of all the rooms you chose to change in, it had to be Lee Know’s.

You lowered your head and nervously made a beeline for the door. The sooner you removed yourself from the situation the better.

You reached for the door handle, but a hand landed on the door, next to your head, preventing you from opening it. Preventing you from leaving. Trapping you. A rustle of fabric grazed the back of your bare legs, making you freeze. Lee Know’s warm breath on your neck caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. You tried to ignore the ache between your legs.

But there was something else happening too. Despite your nerves. Despite this situation being inappropriate and unprofessional. Despite your oftentimes timid nature, you were curious. It was almost like there was a little devil on your shoulder, a little voice that made your insides itch to torment Lee Know.

“What’s the matter? Doesn’t Mummy want to let me out of the house dressed like this?” You boldly teased.

Lee Know pressed his erection into your ass, startling you. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath his dress, his hard cock bouncing freely against you made that perfectly clear. You laughed condescendingly and continued to torment. “Afraid some boys will ruin my honour? Steal my innocence, hmm?”

Lee know growled and spun you around and pushed you against the door.

“There won’t be anything for those boys to ruin once I let you leave this room.” He sneered low and deadly, staring into your eyes.

His gaze dropped to your zipper. You held your breath. He won’t. Surely. He took his thumb and forefinger and grasped the toggle. Oh fuck he is going to. He unzipped your dress all the way, causing it to pop open and your bare tits to spill out, exposing you to the man in front of you.

Your hands automatically came to cover your breasts, a red hot flush overtaking your body.

“Tsk tsk, little one.” He soothed, taking a hand to yours and peeling it slowly away from your chest. “You need to show Mummy what you’re hiding.” He said softly. As you let him remove your hands, his eyes hungrily roamed your almost naked body. You held your breath as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. A pained expression on his face.

“What else have you been keeping secret?’ He leaned his mouth against your neck, making you shudder.

“N-nothing.” Your voice trembled. Lee Know’s energy felt so intoxicating.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” His voice deep in your ear, his fingers resting on your hips.

“I-I’m not.” You repeat he dug his fingers hard into your flesh.

“I’m going to have to check for myself, then.” He whispered. He slid his hand all the way down your body and slipped a finger between your lips, exploring, checking. You closed your eyes. You knew you were absolutely soaked. There was no way to deny it.

“I knew it. You were hiding something from Mummy, after all.” He smirked. “I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. Yet you said you weren’t hiding anything from me.” He shoved a finger into your pussy without warning, making you cry out and throw your head back.

“I’m sorry.” You panted. You were alarmed at the wet noises that were already coming from your cunt as Lee Know started to finger fuck you.

“Sorry who?” He snarled.

“Ahh… Sorry, Mummy.” You cried.

“Sorry for what?” He demanded, thrusting into your spongy wall.

“Sorry I was hiding it.” You said, whimpering now.

“Hiding what.” Oh god you were almost there already.

“That I want you to fuck me.” Your hand flung over you mouth. What the fuck did you just say? How did he just get you to say that?

“Why do you want Mummy to fuck you?” There was genuine curiosity behind is eyes. His fingers stilled inside you while he waited for your to respond.

“Because you’re just so pretty…and soft. Delicate, even. Makes me want to taste your lips.” You whimper, almost in tears because he had stopped fingering you when you were so close to climaxing.

“Let me make it clear, I’m far from pretty, or soft, or delicate.” Minho spat and raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He didn’t like that you thought he was soft. You needed to be taught just how punishing, brutal, satisfying he could be. He smashed down hard on your mouth. His sticky lip gloss mixing with your bright red lipstick.

His tongue pushed it’s way into your mouth and you took it willingly, letting it explore your own tongue, taking up space inside your mouth. His kiss letting you know how much he wanted to be inside your body, and what it felt like to have him possess you.

You pulled away. “You’re wrong, Mummy. I bet your cock’s pretty… ” You whispered.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. “Mummy needs to punish you for hiding things.”

You immediately sunk to your knees and Lee Know pulled your dress off completely, leaving you on in just your tiny purple, soaking, satin thong. You were shaking with anticipation and arousal as your fingers gripped the hem of his skirt. You slowly gathered the delicate fabric, lifting it up… up… up. Slowly revealing his strong, toned thighs. You gulped. You were almost there. Almost at the top of his legs. Just another inch, and there it was. The most mouthwatering cock you had ever seen. Your eyes widened.

The sight was positively obscene. He looked so soft and delicate in his wig, makeup and layers of pretty fabric. But underneath his skirt he was rock hard, veins bulging, pre-cum oozing from the tip. His angry erection eager and ready to tear up a pussy or a mouth. Your mouth. Right now.

Lee know took the skirt from your hands, bunching it up and holding it behind his back so that his view of you wasn’t obstructed. His other hand rested above you on the door.

You kept your eyes on him as you slowly dragged your fingernails up his thighs, noticing his eyes close momentarily as he shuddered through an exhale. He was trying to hide the anticipation and pure lust that ran through his veins. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, pointing it towards you. You leaned in and kissed the tip then smeared the pre-cum over your lips. “Fuck, baby girl. Stop teasing.” He panted when your tongue poked out and licked the tip. Despite your cunt begging you to throw him on the bed and demand he fuck the living shit out of you, you wanted to take your time pleasuring him with your mouth. Lee Know stayed as still as possible, using all his willpower not tear up your throat with his cock as you continued to take it slow.

You licked his shaft from base to tip, you tongue exploring the ridges of his veins that ran along the length. You lifted his cock towards his stomach so you could take his balls in your mouth, suckling them, humming on them. “F-fuckkk!” Lee Know hissed. You could feel his legs shake slightly, faltering just the slightest bit. And then you wrapped your lips around the head of his dick and sunk down as far as you could in one fluid motion. Lee Know whimpered and you purred at how good it felt to have him in your mouth.

You sped up your movements as your head bobbed up and down along his cock, taking more and more of him into the back of your throat. Saliva began to drip down your hand that was working the remaining length you couldn’t quite take. You wanted to take him entirely and tears sprang from your eyes as you gagged around him. “So fucking perfect…mmmm….so slutty…..slutty little girl just wants cock, hmm? So pretty, so dirty with Mummy’s cock rammed down her throat.” Filthy words spilled from his mouth.

Looking down at you endearingly, he reached down and grasped your jaw, forcing it open in the most careful and gentle way. You locked eyes on him as he slowly withdrew his cock, holding your jaw still, sighing as more and more of it emerged from your mouth dripping in saliva. He was almost the whole way out, and your cunt clenched in anticipation to be filled, but Lee Know simply sunk back into your mouth again with a low groan. He pushed himself all the way in, pressing the back of your head towards him as he pushed his hips forward. You couldn’t breath for a good thirty seconds. Then he eased out enough for you to take a breath. You had to be quick though, because he was back down your throat without warning.

Tears ran down your face as your air supply was repeatedly cut off, but never longer than you could handle. The head of his cock making you gag, causing your eyes to water even more.

“So messy for me.” Lee know murmured, smearing your mascara further down your cheek with his thumb. “You look like a little slut, the way you take all of me in like that.” Lee know started fuck your face faster now, your hands gripping onto his perfect dancer’s thighs so you wouldn’t get knocked backwards. Not that you really could be knocked backwards with his hand holding you so firmly against his pelvis on every thrust.

All you could think about was how much you needed this cock inside another hole. Any of them. All of them! You wanted Lee Know to fill you up in every way.

“Fuck! You feel so good. Such a good fucking girl.” He grunted. Good girl. Oh god you needed him to fuck you. You were more than ready. You reached down to your drenched panties, pushing the fabric aside and started to rub your clit frantically. You needed the release. You needed to fucking come!

Lee know pulled your head back by your hair, pulling his cock out of your mouth. “On the bed right fucking now.” He demanded, pulling you up and pushing you down on the bed. “Head down, ass up. Let me get a good look at you.” He gripped one of your ass cheek, the jiggle eliciting a low growl from him. “If you turn your head the other way you’ll be in for a treat.” He whispered peeling your panties down your thighs.

You lifted your mascara stained cheek off the mattress and turned to rest your other cheek on the bed. You were staring directly into a full length mirror, and you were just in time to watch Lee Know approach you from behind.

With one hand holding his skirt out of the way and the other around his length, he lined himself up to your slick entrance, but didn’t penetrate you just yet. He teased you a moment longer by dragging his tip through your dripping lips from the entrance to your clit. Your legs were already trembling from the sheer desperation of needing to be speared by his cock. And you could see it all unfolding in the reflection of the mirror. The moment Lee know’s hips pushed forward. The moment the tip pushed passed your entrance making you gasp at both the visual and the actual sensation of him stretching you open. You saw the furrowed brow and then the look of relief on his face as he sunk further into your cunt. You saw him flick his long hair over his shoulder and then grip your hip as he began to thrust into you fully.

“So tight… your cunt feels so fucking tight.” He mumbled, losing himself immediately.

“Am I wet, Mummy?” You choked. You caught him smirk at your desperation for praise.

“Mmm… absolutely fucking soaking… listen carefully you can hear it… “

You could hear the squelching sounds filling the room but you wanted him to tell you. You wanted to hear him say dirty things.

“Is this what you wanted? Mummy to stuff your pussy full of cock?” He quickened his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting you deep inside. “Answer me.” Me growled and slapped a hand down on your ass. You cried out at the sting. “Yes, M-mummy.” Lee Know slapped you again. “That’s it, you can scream… no one’s gonna hear you. No one will come and help you.” His words made your walls clench, the thought of being trapped in the room where no one could hear your screams, where Lee Know could do anything he desired, made the tension in you core tighten. You were going to come any moment.

“Fuck, your cunt is sucking me in… greedy, tight, little…grr.” He propped a foot up on the bed next to your leg to get a different, a deeper, angle. His deep, hard, brutal thrusts slamming directly against your cervix. Over and over and… “Fuckkk!!! Mummmy!!!! Ahhhh.” You cried out at full volume as you involuntarily clenched and relaxed around Lee Know’s cock. Your entire body convulsed and shook with what was easily one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. Especially when your clitoris was practically untouched. After you came down, Lee Know pulled out abruptly and you collapsed on the bed, still shaking. You rolled onto your back and looked up at Lee Know, expecting him to be depositing his load on your body. But instead, you found him trying to calm his breath and slow his heart. His cock was screaming for release, but it seemed he didn’t want to come just yet. “Lee Know, let me take care of you.” You sat up, reaching for him.

He shook his head. “No, sweet kitten. Just give me a sec.” He panted as though he was in pain, and you were confused. He climbed up on the bed and laid on his back, his head resting on the pillows.

He reached out for you with his hand. “Come ride me…please.” He ushered you over to him, desperation on his face. He had just fucking edged himself.

You kicked off your panties entirely and climbed up to straddle him. He looked a mess. His wig slightly askew, his own mascara running down his cheeks, your red lipstick smeared across his lower lip. He looked perfectly fucked up. You bit on your lower lip as you sank over his cock, drawing a sharp a hiss from his mouth. “So tight.” He mumbled under his breath. “So fucking wet.” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow. His hands found purchase on your hips as you rolled your them, grinding against him. You moved slowly, your clit pressing against his hard lower abdomen.

“Open your eyes, Mummy. Look at me. Watch me. Am I doing good?” You purred. Lee Know opened his eyes. They were blown out, hazy with lust and the need to climax. Yet there was also a kindness and a softness to them.

“You’re doing so good, little one. So fucking perfect.” He smiled. “I need you to make Mummy come now. Good girl. Yes like that.” He praised you as you moved a little faster. Lee Know’s cock filled you so well. Stretching you perfectly. Touching the deepest parts of you. “You really do have a pretty cock, you know? Need you to fill me up with your cum now. Need it deep inside my pussy.” You were losing yourself as well as another orgasm was building. You looked down at the man underneath you, reaching down and playing with the little tie on his jacket and then reaching up to cup his cheek. He pulled you down onto him, taking your mouth with his, finding your tongue, climbing inside of you. Possessing you completely.

Something inside him snapped, and with his hands digging into your hips he began to pound into you brutally from underneath you. Loud whimpers jolting out of you from the force behind his hips. He brought a thumb to your clit, circling it as he knocked the breath out of you time and time again. “Come with me.” It wasn’t quite a demand, it was more of a plea.

“Come in me. Fill me up…please.” You plead in return as your orgasm hit. Electricity shot through your body and out your fingers and toes, and you clamped down hard around Lee know’s cock. “Oh fucking Go—” you cried at the top of your lungs.

“Fuckkkk!!!” Lee know growled as hips hips faltered and you felt his hot seed spurt deep inside of you. His orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and you knew there was so much cum, you could feel it coating your insides. It was already starting to leak out around the base of his cock.

After a few moments you pulled off him, flinging yourself on the bed next to him. You were both still panting, trying to catch your breath. Trying to process what had just happened.

“Fuck that was amazing!” Lee Know stated. “I didn’t expect to be so into that.”

You rolled onto your side and looked at him. “What, the Mummy thing or the cross dressing?” you asked.

“Both.” He suddenly looked nervous. You leaned down and kissed him slow and deep. “Me either.” You admitted.

“Hey,” he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Let’s go take a shower, and then I’ll show you what Daddy can do to you.” He whispered deviously.

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° CILLIAN MURPHY x f! reader

┊age gap ; fluff ; cillian is so babygirl

. . .

YOU were getting ready for an oppenheimer premiere; it was your first time being by his side in public. it makes you happy that you can finally announce to the world that cillian is your boyfriend. it was controversial because of the age gap you guys have because you were in your late twenties, and he is in his late forties. for you, it wasn't a problem, obviously, but you know how people would react. but you didn’t care; cillian makes you the happiest person in the world, and people’s opinions cannot change it.

“you look beautiful.” you heard cillian’s voice behind you and smiled at his compliment. even if the dress were from a thrift store, you loved it, and in your opinion, it was the perfect outfit for this movie.

“thank you, darling, you look so handsome,” you said, turning to him and smiling. cillian was wearing a black suit with a sheer shirt. he was looking too good in this outfit.

he just chuckled, put his arm around your waist, and kissed your lips. cillian was admiring everything in you — he cannot imagine his life without you innit. he loved how humbled you were and how positive you were always, even if circumstances didn’t make you the happiest. but most of all, he loved that you made him feel young again.

and you were admiring everything about him. you loved how clueless he could be when it came to technology and trends; it was always so funny and sweet to you. you loved how he cared about his sons and his friends. he was your dream man and your safe person. he never judged you or the things you did; he was understanding and caring.

“are you stressed?” his question woke you up from daydreaming.

“to be honest, i am not. i know that people are going to talk about us, but i don’t care. it’s your day, and i want to celebrate with you,” you simply said, kissing his nose with a smile.

. . .

STANDING among all the celebrities and paparazzi, you started to feel anxious, even if you thought that you would be fine. cillian felt how your hand clenched on his arm. he kissed your temple and whispered some words that made you feel better. you weren’t a celebrity, so it’s obvious that you didn't feel comfortable and confident in this kind of situation, but you were dating an actor, so you needed to get used to it.

when the time for photos came, you stepped on the black carpet. you weren’t hiding that you weren't feeling the most comfortable posing for photos. but when cillian told you to look at him and not at the paparazzi, you felt a little better seeing him smiling. you were so proud.

people were a bit surprised that cillian showed up with a woman next to him, but they didn’t scream hateful comments, but the opposite. they complimented your look; you could even hear comments like, ‘she is so beautiful’ ‘wish i was her’ etc.

after done the all photos you leave the carpet happily smiling. it felt nice made your relationship public and it was comforting that people weren’t hateful about your relationship.

“you have done so well, love. i love you so much,” cillian said, kissing your lips. he doesn’t care about people around anymore.

yes, you are the happiest person in the world right now.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ thank you for attention!! ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

[sophvilla]

The more I breath, the more I love you °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*

>>>Pairing: Gf!femreader x Bf!Soobin

>>>Content : When your boyfriend Soobin is busy & stressed preparing for the groups upcoming comeback, you plan a whole evening for him to relax and please him

>>> warning : Smut 18+ , smau + written , Fluff, cumming inside, oral ( f. Receiving) nipple sucking , pussy eating, Unprotected sex, overstimulation, petname used ( princess, love , babygirl , pretty baby etc ) , creampie, breeding kink, bulge kink , tooth rotting.

Feeling your Cheeks heat up from How Nervous and anxious you feel about this but you stay put to your plan. Your Boyfriend has been working for the past 3 Month for the Upcoming comeback the Group is having soon without any day off and He still manages to spend As much as free time he gets with you , Being the Perfect boyfriend to you

As you Recall how you feel Soft bunny Lips pecking your cheeks Every Morning and a squeaky Goodbye And Love You from him and how he much he apologises for not Being a good boyfriend to you when He’s doing more than enough for you .

So that’s when you Planned that you wanted to do something for him, You wanted him to know how much you Love Him and how proud you are of him because of his efforts.

Your Lashes Fluttered shut as you Sprinkle yourself in Your Favourite Perfume, Lavender With Warm Vanilla notes , something your Boyfriend couldn’t resist whenever you wore it. Your Heart soaring in Excitement at the thought of him Coming home anytime soon .

With your Hair softly curled sat on your shoulders Neatly , Pink Mary jane that your boyfriend bought you in a Perfect combination with your Babypink Silk Robe , Underneath that sat a beautiful white Lacey Piece of Lingerie that you absolutely Adored and You’re sure that your boyfriend would love it too And Your Freshly done Nails with white and pink design

So you Planned the Whole Evening for him to surprise Him Tonight. Give and show him what he Deserves to know that How much you Love Him and you’re incredibly proud of him .

You are Pulled from Your thought as You Here the familiar Beeps of the door lock, as you Excitedly make your way towards the living room to greet him

Entering the Apartment Soobin shared With his girlfriend , He didn’t expect you at the doorway by this time as you’re probably asleep by the time he’s home these days, But when he noticed your Arms All Open with your gorgeous smile Gracing your face he can’t help but chuckle while walking towards you only for him to pull you into a Tight and Secure Embrace .

Chuckling at you Sign of relief when he Kissed your Forehead as he breathes in your scent, snuggling to your neck to give it a soft peck only to pull back a little

As He kisses your lips slowly and softly with a smile on his Bunny Feature

“ Pretty you don’t know how much I missed this , Missed you “ He mumbles as he pulls away slightly to scan your face

Realisation Crosses his Features as he Takes in Your state

Soobin Didn’t notice what you were wearing because of the dark lights of the whole apartment

But you watch as his Jaw fall to the ground as his eyes roam over your Body , Taking in your Beautiful Godly Gracious Body Wrapped up in your Babypink Robe which leaves nothing to the Imagination, His darken Brown orbs Gawk at Your White Lace covered Breast that looks Flushed Against the Silk Fabric

His now darken eyes meets yours as a smirk take over his face as he walks slowly towards you saying

“Has My Baby Dolled up looking all pretty for me ? “

You unconsciously take steps back , taking a breath at the tension, Your gaze drops as you answer him

“ I wanted to surprise you “

“ Really? My Princess wanted to surprise me? That’s Very thoughtful of you, My Love “ while Caressing your Now red cheeks Affectionately

You Moan as Soobin Started to Leave a trail of soft kisses from your cheeks to your neck

Your Breath Hitches as you feel his Teeth nips a certain soft at your neck that causes you to moan sultry

“ Mhm- Binnie P-Please “

“ Please What ? , Princess “

“ I want you-u to--- “ you Gasp when his Hot mouth trails towards the Valley of your breast .

“ You want me to do what , Princess say it Loud and Clear “ He mumbles against your soft skin while leaving sloppy Kisses as his hands roams down from your waist to your hips , Giving your ass a tight squeeze, parting your thighs with his legs.

You’re in too much of heat for affection and sexual need that makes your mouth go dry , no words being able to come out, Just Heavy Breaths .

You let out a small squeak as Soobin’s hand reaches inside your robe , giving a light slap to thighs as his hands snakes towards your lacy panties .

You inhale a sharp breath as he starts to draw circles at the already wet spot on your panties right above your soaking cunt .

“ My baby is wet already ? , but I haven’t even started it yet ? “ Soobin chuckles lifting his head from you chest to look at your Red Face, full of pure Bliss from the stimulation caused by those large fingers, smiling as He Steals a kiss from you

“ Come on baby say it , Say It to me and I’ll give it you “ He whispers against your lips .

Soobin Fingers stops Giving you the Mere Pleasure causing you to Whimper out of embarrassment as how Desperate you’re getting, Only wanting Soobin to continue with the Pleasure you say it exactly what he wanted to Hear with your eyes Squeezed shut from how expose you feel right now.

“ I want you-u to fuck me “ You whisper but Soobin hears it nonetheless.

Grinning Ear to ear, Soobin picks you up by your waist as you wrap your legs around his Slender waist while he’s Eating your face out at this point

“ Binnie it’s Ticklish here , stop“ While giggling Hard at his Behaviour .

“ Really?”

“ Does the Kiss tickles this much? Huh-?”

Soobin Questions Playfully as you Laughs while Hiding your face in his neck.

As he Guides you two towards the end of the bed while leaving a trail of kisses on you neck, making you feel hot all over again

You both Desperately claws at eachothers clothing

As You take a Shaky breath in as Soobin undo your silk bow that secured your robe tightly to your waist Revealing your White cotton lingerie which hugged your body

You blush as you take in the look on as Soobin’s widen eyes which screams for hunger and lust.

“ I still can’t believe that you’re mine Princess, won’t be able to believe it anytime soon , you make me go insane , you make me feel Loved Every breath this heart takes” He says while guiding your right hand towards his Heart as he rest his forehead against yours.

Your eyes Widen at the Sudden feel of something twitch on your lower belly as you lift your eyes to watch the shy ones of your Boyfriend’s

“ You drive me so insane ,and you don’t even Know ” He murmured while he Begins to peel Off your Bra swiftly freeing your boobs as he latches his mouth onto your left nipple while pinching the right one with his hand making you mewl out a sultry whine as he lays your body onto the bed .

Soobin works his way to give you pleasure as His lips gives attention to both nipples as he softly bites them to pull out another loud gasp from you at the Sudden tug

His hot mouth trails from your breast to your belly , leaving a sloppy kiss to every inch of your skin making his way to your heat below And then he’s pulling – tearing your drenched panties . Flashing you a devilish grin at the sinful strings of slick that connect you to the flimsy fabric.

With a rasped out breath, fucked-out little grunt, he’s surging forward, diving face first into your pretty pussy. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit, licking a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds.

“Oh hngh- please.” You mewl, as he buries himself deeper into your dripping cunt. Tongue bullying its way past your folds to lap at your slick, not stopping till he’s had his fill of your sweet juices. “M-more.”

Two large hands dip into your waist as he wraps his glossy lips around your pulsing clit to suck more of you , both keeping you still and supporting your weight as your knees weaken.

“Sure you can handle more, babygirl?” Electricity runs up your spine as your boyfriend rolls his tongue across your clit just the way he knew you liked as you Moan out of pleasure loudly making Soobin suck at your pussy even more , causing you to reach your high so fast that you choke at your own breaths .

“Ah- fuck fuck fuck- hngh- yes!” you moan, body jerking violently at the way he hit a certain spot over and over again .

“uhhhh- nnh I’m cuming-ng ” as you body rocks with the orgasm as Soobin Desperately sucks in all of you sweet juices like a starved man so hard that your body shakes afterwards from how hard you came right now .

Soobin finally lifts his head with you juices displayed on his nose as he gathers it and lick it one go while You watch him with lustful eyes , adoring his Features as Soobin makes his way towards your face while kissing your belly , nipples , collarbone and finally your lips passionately .

Soobin tugs at his office pants as he removes them quickly , desperately wanting to be inside you as he peels off his shirt Revealing his broad shoulders as your mouth waters at the chiseled front , hands roams over the familiar places of his upper body, Running your hands along his body , feeling his abs and limbs to his face pulling him for a kiss while eyes closed both of your body clings to eachother

You both feel the rush of love through your veins pulling eachother impossibly close.

Yet your greedy hands are momentarily stunned as he lets his boxers fall to the floor Rock-hard cock springing up and hitting his stomach.

He was so painfully hard that it made your cunt quiver in anticipation. Red and throbbing, soaked in precum and glistening in the dim lighting. Twitching at the sound of your voice as you say “Want you to fucking take all of me , soobie.” You blink up at Soobin , all doe-eyed and teary after your last orgasm.

And oh does that was the last straw of his patience getting snapped – maybe his sanity, maybe you by the end of this, because before you know it, Soobin’s spreading your legs with his knee. Biting his bottom lip as your slick trails down your pretty cunt and onto your legs.

“Whatever you say princess.” He grits out, dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds. Collecting your sweet juices on his head.

You keen as Soobin bullies his massive cock into your cunt on the last word. “Ngh- S-Soobin.” You whine, vision flashing at the stretch. No matter how many times Soobin is in, you full of his cock – his size never failed to Stretch you out.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You can take it.” Trying to steady your breathing as he rams into you in quick, mindless little jabs to fit himself inside your snug pussy. “I’ll make sure of it, pretty baby .

Splitting you apart deeper and deeper onto his cock, veins rubbing so deliciously against all the right spots. A maddening little bump! Bump! Bump! Matching your heartbeat.

“Ah! Hngh- Fuck fuck fuck, m’so full.” You keen, heels digging into his hips as tears streams down your face out of pleasure.

Sliding down his cock far enough that his heavy balls meet your ass, already so wet with precum and slick. , you were so full of him you almost felt like he was pushing against your lungs , he presses the visible bulge on your belly while rutting in you rhythmically.

Today he was giving you all of his , All of his love pouring into you through the hard thrust he gives you

“Oh, baby you feel incredibly tight as always.” Soobin hisses, throwing his head back, crying out of how good he’s making you feel you bite onto your finger to suppress the high pitch moans your about to let out but Soobin takes both of your hand in his as he locks them above your head.

His Hips and yours moves in sync as he increases his pace even more making you reach your high as you scream as pleasure washes over you as cum on his cock making his eyes roll at how tight your squeezing him.

His Tortures Hips continues to slam inside your walls, removing his hold on your hands he holds your waist in place as he hits your g-spot , rutting his cock in and out of you as you feel it hits your cervix at a continuous pace causing overstimulation making you dig your nails on his back .

All the blood draining to his cock at the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldn’t walk. Till you were so full of him that he was the only one you could think of.

Today is one of those days when Soobin can’t get enough of your sweet moans and gasp that you let out every thrust , every ramming of his cock gives you , loving the glow on your face as his face adores yours while those tears rolls down to your cheeks from the pleasure you feel right now .

“C’mon, love .” Soobin moans, hips out of control now. Taking in the way your head was thrown back, body bouncing each time he rammed his cock into your tight cunt. But oh how he wanted to see the fucked-out expression on your face. “Look at me princess , Want your eyes only on me .”

So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way Soobin cradles your head to press his sweaty forehead against yours. Only looking up at him with delirious heart-eyes as he milked himself on your sloppy pussy.

“Shit feel s’perfect splitting-apart on me” he gasps into your mouth. “Need to cum inside you ,love” quickering from the overstimulation your sensitive cunt feels “Need to fill you up- ah- need this need this- fuck.”

“Shit shit shit, Soobin m’so close. I’m hngh-”

A hand hurriedly unwraps from your waist to draw rapid, desperate little patterns on your cunt. Not even circles anymore because shit Soobin couldn’t think of anything aside from the way your pussy was milking him so good- And how he was gonna fuck a baby into you if he keeps on going like this---

Body bowing into yours, as your teeths latching onto the crook of his neck, biting down right over his pulse from the excruciating pleasure Soobin’s hitting . Fingers digging and bruising on your hips, holding your body to not move away from his cock as he cums with a strangled moan. Hard. Almost painfully so.

White-hot pleasure behind his eyes, pumping thick, hot ropes to fill your snug cunt. Both of you gasping for air at the overstimulation you felt the moment Soobin Thrusts went almost carnal to the point you came twice

Still inside you as his cock continues to milk all of his loads as both of you face flushed red from the pleasure you both raced after

Glowy face in the dark, the face of two lovers who made love to eachother as there body tangled with eachother in sweats and essence of sweetness in the air

Your plan went all well , The thought makes you giggle as Soobin raises his brow at you Playfully as you just shake your head at him and wrap you arms around him as he pulls out of you to only to rush you towards the bathroom to clean up and take shower together

You smile wide as he massages your scalp in shower humming a familiar tune as you join in to hum the tune to your favourite song together as you turn around to massage his head as well , feeling content in the movement.

Soobin rest his head on yours as he whispers “ you’re mine forever princess, no option given ”

As you chuckle at his statement saying .

“same goes to you Soobie , you’re stuck with me for life ”

“Gladly Babygirl . ” He says as pecks you forehead, only to sticking his tongue out in disgust as he tasted some of the body wash As you burst out laughing at his facial expression, joining you to laughing at himself as the sound of your laugh is melody to his ears .

[hoshiputa]

Cyber

💌 woozi x female reader

📩 Request: Phone sex with Woozi.

cw: nsfw, smut, established relationship, pet names (babygirl, princess, etc), masturbation, exhibitionism

word count: 1.2k

It was past midnight when your phone started ringing. You grabbed as fast as you could, because you already knew who it was.

Lee Jihoon. Your beloved, hard working, super famous boyfriend.

He usually called at that time when he was at the studio, because that was when he had a break. The only difference today was that it was a video call instead of the usual late night voice calls.

“Hi, babe!”

“Hello.”

Jihoon immediately smiled at you through the screen, the well known blue lightning of his studio making him look as beautiful as ever. His phone was set at the perfect angle, showing off his muscled arms.

“What's with the video call?” You asked. “Not that I'm complaining.”

It was always good to see him, of course. Especially when he had been away for days like this, working day and night to produce another masterpiece for his group, unable to come back home for you.

“I wanted to see your face,” he said softly.

“Aww, I miss you!”

You rolled around in your bed, kicking your feet in the air like the main character of a teenage movie talking to their crush for the first time.

“What are you doing? Did you eat?” Jihoon asked.

“I was just watching some Netflix. And yes, I had dinner. What about you?”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“I ate instant noodles,” he confessed.

“Lee Jihoon! What did I tell you?!”

“It was just this time. Please forgive me.”

Staring at your boyfriend through your phone screen, you felt your heart ache. You hadn't seen each other in a week and it was starting to make you feel sad.

“And how was your day?” You asked him.

“It was nice… I just stayed here for the most part of it.”

Jihoon giggled, like being trapped in a music studio for the whole week wasn't a complete nightmare like most people thought

“You're the only person I know who doesn't complain about work.”

“What can I say? I like what I do.”

Jihoon leaned against his chair, pushing it back a little just so the screen could show up from his thighs to his face. It was unusual, because normally his video calls were filled with awkward close ups of his face.

“Sir, are you trying to seduce me?!”

Jihoon giggled, the kind of laugh he let out every time he did have something up his sleeve.

“Actually, I have something to show you.”

“What is it?”

Not even intense therapy through the twenty years of your life would've prepared you to watch your boyfriend pull out his cock on camera. Your jaw dropped at the sight, his length standing up hard and nice as he smirked at you through the screen.

“What— Jihoon! What?”

You had no words, so you just kept staring at the screen. Mouth watering, body heat going up, thighs clenching as you sat up on your bed.

“I've been missing you,” he said, hands wrapping around his length. “This much.”

“Oh, God.”

You rolled around on your bed, screaming into your pillow as you held tight against your phone.

“I was jerking off to one of your pictures, and then I thought… We could make it better.”

There was this thing. With Jihoon's busy schedules and all of the time you two had to spend away from each other, both of you agreed to share and save each other's nudes.

“I can't stop staring at your dick.”

You chuckled awkwardly, being washed over by the memories of Jihoon on top of you, his cock stretching you out and hitting just right. It wasn't fair you had to be away from him.

“So… Can you take your clothes off for me?”

You weren't the exhibitionist type. To be honest, you weren't any type before Jihoon — just some boring random girl. Then he came into your life and showed you his ways, and now you were addicted. So you didn't think twice before ripping your clothes off so fast it made Jihoon giggle.

Laying on bed, you lifted up your phone, showing off your naked body for him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Jihoon said, hand slightly stroking his dick.

It wasn't just missing him. And it wasn't just desire and lust. You actually yearned for him. Not only his body, but hearing those nice words coming straight out of his mouth and being whispered to your ears, his soft hands touching all over your body, wrapping around your neck.

“I miss you so much,” you whined.

“I miss you too, babygirl,” he sighed. “I wish I could be there to spread you out and fuck you senseless.”

“Shit, don't say that.”

“Why? Am I making you wet?”

For someone who wasn't into exhibitionism, you for sure felt the urge to touch yourself to make Jihoon know how much you missed him. And it was sinful, to say the least. To wrap your fingers around your hardened nipples and watch Jihoon touch his hardened dick, biting his lip as you showed off like you were his favorite movie star.

“Fuck, you know how much I love those tits, right?” He asked, voice hoarse.

Of course you knew it. You knew it because every time Jihoon got you naked, he sucked on your nipples like his life depended on it. And oh, how you missed his mouth on your skin.

“What about spreading your legs for me? Will you show me your cunt?”

Hearing Jihoon asking so nicely and calmly for something so dirty made you gasp softly, reminiscing all of the times it was his hands spreading your legs open for him to dive into your wet pussy and suck on your juices like it was his favorite drink. When you opened your legs and leaned against your bed frame, Jihoon let out a soft moan as he pressed his thumb against the tip of his cock.

“That's right, you're such a good girl,” he smirked through the screen.

You watched as Jihoon started stroking his cock a little faster, biting his lip as he watched your naked body. It felt good to know he needed you that much, so much only a picture wasn't enough. Your head ran over all of the times you had his fingers inside you, playing with your cunt just to tease you. All of the times he fucked deep into you as you begged for more.

“Are you touching yourself, babe? Let me see it,” he said, now slowly stroking his cock.

You hadn't noticed your free hand slipped in between your legs, because you were lost in thoughts about having Jihoon's muscled arms around you.

“I— Can't help it,” you said, slightly embarrassed.

“It's okay,” he smiled at you. “I'd love to watch you fuck yourself.”

You bit your lip at his words, fingers pressing against your clit as you moved them in circles. You thought about Jihoon and how he was perfect with his hands, his soft fingers plunging into your cunt.

“That's perfect, babe. We can do it together.”

Your head was spinning when you buried two of your fingers inside your wet cunt, the phone in your other hand showing Jihoon's eagerness as he stroked his cock faster.

“You want this cock?”

“Yes.”

You whined, gasping as your fingers fucked into your cunt. The only problem was they weren't as thick and good as Jihoon.

“I want your pussy too, babe,” he said. “You always take my cock so well.”

Jihoon gasped, biceps flexing as he moved his hand faster and faster around his leaking length.

“Yeah, I love your cock,” you moaned, fingers brushing against your own walls.

“Oh, my love, you look so good when you're desperate for my cock.”

Jihoon leaned back against his chair, hand working even faster and harder around his thick cock.

“I wish I could be coming all over you now,” he said.

Your toes curled and your legs clenched, the way Jihoon always painted you with his warm cum imprinted into your brain.

“I'd treat you just right, my princess,” he let out a gasp. “Let you ride my cock just how you like it.”

“Fuck, Jihoon!” You whined, back arching against your bed.

“Are you going to come? From watching me jerking off to you?”

“Yes!” You moaned.

It didn't take long. The mix of Jihoon's words, the sight of his beautiful cock and your fingers stretching you out, your orgasm hit so hard you rolled your eyes and let your phone fall from your hand. From the noises you heard from Jihoon, you were sure he had finally come too. Laying on your side, you grabbed the phone to watch a messed up Jihoon staring back at you. There were strands of his hair falling on his face and his breathing was just as hard as yours.

“That was so fucking hot,” he said in between sighs.

“Oh my God, I love you,” you confessed.

“I love you too, babe.”

[mamirhodessxox]

Hi! I would love a one shot of our king, Cody Rhodes. Prompt is “reader is pregnant with their first child and feeling self-conscious about how she looks so Cody sets to work reminding her how sexy he thinks she is”. Thank youuuuu ♥️

DON’T MAKE ME WILD OUT NONNIE

RAAHHHH

Absolutely not having it

Cody Rhodes x Pregnant(fem)!Reader

Desc: You & Your husband Cody are attending a wwe awards show event and it would be the first time you walk down the red carpet in awhile & taking pictures on your own, Word got out that you two were expecting a baby but the only downside is the feeling of insecurity washing over you.

Contents: Fluff, Supportive cody!!!, Body shaming, Insecurities, Self doubt, Etc etc

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It was early July, You & Your husband Cody had arrived in L.A for the week so you both could attend the WWE award show being held tonight & everything was going perfect until this afternoon, You were in the hotel you two were staying at putting on your dress that was custom made to your liking, Your stylist helped you get inside but the moment you struggled to get in at least a little bit it was almost as if everything crashed down.

Once you slipped in the dress your stylist zipped you up but all you could do was stare at the mirror in pure disgust, Cody walked in adjusting his tie and smiled at you “Well aren’t you just the most beautiful woman in the whole universe.” You looked over at him with a disgusted look which confused him so he had the stylist wait outside the room. “Sweetheart what’s the matter? Your water didn’t break did it?”

You sighed shaking your head and took a seat on the bed holding your belly “No not yet but I wish it dod, gettin’ sick of this body, I look like a goddamn pig Cody .” You sigh out but he wasn’t having any of it “Uh-uh, no, get the hell up.” He grabbed your hands and dragged you ti the mirror and stood behind you and put his hands on top of your tummy “You don’t say that ever again am I understood? Your our babies home right now and i’ll be damned if you say something like that ever again, you’re the most beautiful sexiest woman I know & our babygirl is gonna come out just as beautiful as you.” He scolds while you frown and lean your back into his chest

“I don’t know Cody, It took me 5 whole minutes to get in this dress! I’m getting fat!” You huff out but he shook his head “Your not getting fat sweetheart, You realize it’s not even your stomach that’s the issue? The dress was made to get your belly in with ease, Your ass & Thighs need to get in there & not only that but so are your tits sweetheart.” You grimace at his foul use of words but that was just Cody. He didn’t necessarily have a censor around you.

“What about all the comments you’re getting on Instagram, Twitter? Everywhere? I’m not beautiful like I used to be! Everyone thinks i’m getting ugly Cody! It’s a horrible look for your reputation.” He scoff and kisses the temple of your head “Half of the people who say that are either miserable failures or jealous women that couldn’t get to marry me like you. You realize how many people think you’re gorgeous right now? Hell I’m a man and I would kill to have that pregnancy glow you have.”

You laughed and nodded your head a little bit while turning around and running your hands up his chest and fixing his tie “I guess you’re right..I don’t know what I would do without your support.” He shrugged and gave you a kiss “Probably going nuts?”

You chuckle and nod your head while wrapping around Cody “Thank you for the boost baby, I feel much better now.” He rubbed your back for a few seconds before sitting you down on the bed & helped putting on your high heels while placing little kisses on the side of your ankles.

After a good 30 minutes of double checking your outfits You both arrived at the Arena where the award show was being hosted & Cody had to separate from you for a little bit to take a few interviews, You got your pictures taken with a few familiar faces when you were a women’s wrestler at WWE before going on maternity leave, By the time Cody & You reunited you were both seated somewhere.

This night was one of the most successful nights ever for Cody & You, He got an award for top best wrestler of the year & he thanked everybody especially you. You felt more than lucky to have him as your husband & even more luckier to be carrying his child.

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A/N: Hii doll! I hope you enjoyed this little imagine & it was as good as you wished it to be :) if you have anymore ideas & requests feel free to send them in :)

[stay-tiny-ville]

Christopher Bang Chan

Summary ~ More of my delulu little ideas on paper for Bang Chan (or just dating head cannons I have for Christopher Bang Chan)

A.N. - I wouldn’t say Channie is my bias in Stray Kids but I do know I love him with my whole heart and he deserves so much love and care

A.N. 2 - this was the first of the group I wrote for and I got lost in my feels and I actually cried a bit I love him and they kind of jump from topic to topic lmao

A.N. 3 - I KNOW CHAN IS ON DELULU STAYS ABOUT FANFIC AND SHIT AND IF I EVER GET CAUGHT BEST KNOW I AM SIMPLY POOFING FROM EXISTENCE

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Baby, Babygirl are names I know many many people agree on him calling you and I honestly hated the name until I truly thought about him

Swings your attached hands when walking and would make you do spins by lifting his hand sometimes or would swing your hands over your shoulder so he’s resting his arm on your shoulder and pulls you to his side

He would hold you by your hips a lot

Would move you by your hips too, like when he would try to scoot behind you to get something he would just lift you by your hips and place you beside him as he passes by

Overall loves to lift you

Every so often he would lift you from the bed to the car

You’re shifted so your facing him while sitting and he’s holding your hand

Would play soft music and in the soft atmosphere you two would whisper to not shatter the silence

Pulls out a blanket from the back seat and cover you while you slowly drift in and out

Parks the car at a quaint location, perfect sky view

Carries you bridal style to the trunk and sets you on the bed of pillows and blankets

He lays on his back and tucks you into his left side, head on his shoulder/neck/left side of his chest

His left arm is folded back to hold your head and runs his hands through your hair

His right arm runs along the expanse of your open skin on your arms/waist/hips and would bring it up to your cheek while staring at you

You feel lost in his voice and how comfortable you feel with him that you drift again while he whispers to you about the boys or comebacks or his day or just his love for you

As the sun rises/sets he gets photos of the beautiful view for you and some of you on his phone for himself

As you struggle to stay awake to spend more time with your boy, he smiles gently and whispers “You can sleep now, love, it’s ok”

Sobs.

He’s the type to not only make playlists for you but songs about you, for you

I think he, compared to some others in this group, would be less obvious about it being about you or direct with the lyrics

I think when he shows it to you, while you sit on his lap in the recording room, you of course love it and when he says it’s about you, you probably cry

He just casually mentions that the chord progression or the overall feel of the song is how he felt meeting you or falling in love with you and you whip around to face him and he just stares into your soul

You fall into his arms and he wraps one arm fully around your back and the other behind your head and just laughs his gorgeous, joyous laugh

Knows all the boyfriend rules ofc (sidewalk rule, holding the cart at the store, etc.)

He’s a natural

Sometimes when he has insomnia you try to stay with him for as long as possible since that’s really the only time you see him, at night, since he’s busy a lot

He really really appreciates it but one time you lay or sit on his lap and fall asleep on him while trying really hard to stay awake and once he knows you’re out he cries because he’s just so overwhelmed with emotion and love

You’re his biggest fan (personally I believe when he calls stays babygirl through the camera he’s only talking to you)

If you learned his other language be it his native australian or korean (and be it for him or not) he would probably cry

No matter what, you always end the day in his arms, angry or not and i personally believe he’s not the type to go to bed angry

If you’re the type of person to fall off your phone/social media for days/weeks on end like me I think he’d understand but would want to have your location just to know you’re ok

Would probably call you when he knows your done with school/work on those types of days

Biggest, warmest, whole body hugs where all you feel is him

Knows your smell/touch/voice by heart and smiles whenever he gets a sense of it

If you’re the chaotic, wanders off on their own a bit/ child wanderer type, he’d gain another parent instinct of grabbing on to you while continuing whatever he’s doing/ talking to without pause

I think about it a lot more recently on how he doesn’t love himself and it scratches at my heart raw and the only way I think I can ever die peacefully is by knowing someone taught him to love himself the way I love and absolutely adore him as do millions of other people.

[dracoxsworld]

Shorts - Harry Potter x Reader

MINORS DNI ⚠️ thanks :)

Warnings: Smut, name calling, etc.

a/n: Thank you guys so much for the notes 🥺 Y’all are so sweet. My writing low key sucks ass but I try my best to write things that I would want to read. I hope y’all enjoy.

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You pull the new shorts you had bought from Hogsmeade and chuckled softly. You had ordered school merchandise that had just been released for students, and you decided to buy a personalized pair of very short and very tight athletic shorts; with an abroidered "Potter" right across the ass, just for your very own boyfriend, Harry Potter himself.

You take them into your dorm's bathroom with you, slip your school skirt down, and step out of it. The material of sht shorts while tight, are very stretchy. You know just from looking at them that your ass will look great. Perfect, even. You slip the shorts on, sliding them up your thighs and over your ass. "Bloody perfect." You say to yourself, turning your body around and looking at your backside in the mirror. You smooth your hand over the "Potter" shown across your ass. "He is going to loose his mind." You laugh softly.

Harry knew you had a surprise for him when he got to your dorm after Quidditch practice, which should've ended about 5 minutes ago. Meaning Harry should arrive any minute. You finally hear your dorm door swing open. "Y/n/n, I'm home! We had tryouts today, this is probably going to be a rough season, just warning ya." Harry calls to you, taking off his muddy shoes after he shuts the door. He sees the bag your shorts had come in. "Baby, did you buy merch? Should've told me! We got tons for Quidditch." Harry says, looking in the bag. "What'd you buy, love?" He asks again, before turning around and seeing you lean on the bathroom doorway. "Oh, just these shorts... Getting hot in my dorm room lately, thought I'd dress appropriately." You said, biting your bottom lip. Harry looked you up and down, (about 5 times) and his jaw was on the floor. "Babygirl. You look, fantastic," He said, "Come here." He demanded, and you happily complied. He took your hand and spun you around so he could see the embroidery. "Fuck" He moaned out, his hand on your ass, squeezing it. You looked back at him over your shoulder. "I hope you like them, baby." You say innocently

"I love them, fuck. But they're coming off." Harry groaned out. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Harry!" You giggle out, wrapping your arms around his waist to keep you from falling too forward. He threw you on the bed and hovered over you. "You drive me fucking crazy, looking like that," Harry grumbles, in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at just the right spots. "Fuck, you're beautiful," Harry says, coming up to your face, and tackling your lips with his. You moan at his words. His hands travel down to your heat, which is already soaked with your juices through the thin fabric of the shorts. You gasp and moan at his fingers just lightly touching you, "Are you wet from my words baby girl?" Harry groaned in your ear. "Well, they're filthy, got to take them off now, eh?" Harry smirks at you, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband, and pulling them off. "No panties, you slut." Harry groans, one hand teasing you, the other snaking up to your throat. "Harry, fuck. Please" You beg "Please what, angel?" He asks mockingly. "Touch me, fuck me, something." You cry. "Very well, pretty girl gets what she wants." Harry undoes his belt, taking his pants off. Then, his boxers. His cock was hard, leaking with precum. You moan at the sight "My eyes are up here, doll." He said, drawing circles around your glistening clit. Your hands grip the sheets in pleasure. Back arching.

Harry hovers back over you, lining up to your entrance. Kissing you roughly, both of you moaning from his cock teasing your slit, he slides in, earning both of you to moan in pleasure. "You always- feel so f-ucking good." Harry grunts as he fucks you, picking up the pace. "Harry, faster." You beg, nails dragging down his back. "Careful what you wish for," Harry says, going faster now. You can see his cock bulging through your lower stomach. "Harry...I'm close," Wrapping your legs around his waist. "Me too, angel." Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, both huffing and trying to catch your breath; you ride your highs. You feel his warm juices in your body, your buddy shutters and you release on his cock. "Fuck, you're brilliant," You say, chest rising and lowering. "You too, with those bloody shorts," Harry says, kissing your earlobe. Your hands intertwined with his hair as he lays on top of you, "I love you, Harry." You whisper in his ear. "I love you more, y/n" He responds.

"I love you the most."

[jinxxedmisery]

I did a quick little sketch (by quick, I mean it took me like 2 hours lol) I still struggle with feet and shoes...

I just saw a pose on pinterest and thought omg, what if Astarion and my tav... but he's biting their thigh 🤭

Ofc, I had to name it.. thirst... and I added the "Happy" symbol to kind of cover a sketch I did on the same page... You know... it wasn't originally supposed to be just one piece, I was practicing poses and I liked this one way too much to just leave it or risk messing up when I redrew it.

This is entirely self indulgent.. and intended to be Spawn Astarion because he's so babygirl 🥰😘😍

🤣 also I don't think I posted but I got through the Cazador fight not too long ago.. and

Spoilers and dumb ramble ahead:

For most of my day, I sat there wondering how the fuck I would beat that bastard... he was one shotting Shadowheart with his fucking lightning bolt, then sending his gas minions after the survivors. Astarion being in the ritual made it 10× more difficult.. so... I cheated... and fuck... It should have been obvious...

I LITERALLY FORGOT FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY THAT VAMPIRES ARE WEAK TO SUNLIGHT.. I blame Astarion and his parasite as well as Alucard for that one honestly.. the day walker thing kind of made me forget that omfg immunity to daylight is an exception, not the rule..

So I felt stupid.. once I got that, it was so much easier.. oh and almost constantly had Astarion in stealth kill mode until Cazadick was gone.

Also side note.. the VA for Cazador is perfect.. Like they really sells the "I'm a pathetic little worm, and your worst nightmare, fear me while I bitch and cry" LOL and again that's a compliment.. Larian really succeeded in making an evil character extremely grating and hatable which again, a good thing, not a bad thing.

The heartbreak I felt though afterwards when Astarion screams and cries.. God.. the second I got to this scene, I KNEW I couldn't let him ascend, doing so would be so cruel.. and yes.. this is ascended Astarion slander, I don't like my men too domineering.. maybe a little bit, but not enough to like kill innocent children and eat their hands or some shit lmfao (Doing a durge run too.. where I'm going to ascend Astarion and be a horrible bastard that eats babies) and I don't like that he loses the genuine feelings he has for tav/durge and becomes what he sought to destroy, an abuser.

Now.. the graveyard scene... I had tears in my eyes.. Honestly, the reason I love Astarion so much is because he is quite relatable. I will not go into detail, but I was.. SAed and abused as a kid. And honestly.. Seeing the bit where he scratched out his death date, made me feel hope.. for myself... For my own healing.. it truly meant so much seeing another survivor of abuse begin anew, find themselves again... even though I have done that already myself for the most part, I've found purpose, passions, love, heartbreak, etc and I've found some level of beauty in the life. I related quite a lot to the line about sex feeling tainted.. I am at a point where it no longer feels as terrible, I feel genuine enjoyment in it... (Can't do casual sex though.. That would trigger me into a ptsd attack) And I think part of that was letting myself go at my own pace, making sure my partners knew, and having control and the ability to consent and revoke consent at any point. Emotional attachment helped a great deal too.

I've rambled on enough.. but... Let me end this off by saying, If you went through unspeakable horrors at the hands of those who you thought were supposed to protect you, You are not alone, Even if you do not see it now, there is light at the end of the tunnel, keep on living, keep trying to find joy in little things. It does get better, what was done to you was horrible and you did not deserve it. I promise, you will see better days. You will be happy again, even if you feel like the pain will never end, there is always moments of calm.... live for those... live for your pets, live for your friends, the people around you, live for that cute thing you just ordered, live for that movie or TV series you're excited about watching... even the next patch for bg3.. or more Astarion content if that's your reason right now... and take it one day at a time. You will be okay.

If you need to vent out some shit, I'll listen, I may not know what to say or be able to offer comfort, but I will always lend an ear, even to a total stranger if they need it.

That's all from me, goodbye, until my next post.. whenever that will be ❤🖤❤🖤

[cantstoptheimagines]

Ace (John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — When questions begin to arise, you decide to be vulnerable.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Mostly fluff with a little bit of angst (and maybe some hurt-comfort, I guess); truth or dare; anxiety about coming out to one’s partner (due to bad reactions from a former relationship); mentions of sex; some moments of physical affection (kissing, hugging, etc.); crying; John B being a good boyfriend!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,493. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her) and is asexual but not aromantic. She is also referred to by traditionally feminine nicknames (babygirl, sweetheart, etc.). ➳ This is loosely inspired by the scene of John B and Sarah in the abandoned church. He was so understanding and the communication between those two in that scene made my heart cry, I loved it so much. ➳ Also, I found this beautiful gif set by @saws2004​! It offered some inspiration for this piece! You’re so talented, keep up the great work! ➳ This work has a visual edit as well as an inspiration playlist!  ➳ 🖤🤍💜

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John B wasn’t a bad guy. Not at all.

He was a good friend to the pogues, and an even better boyfriend to you. Honest, sweet, caring, protective. He was the perfect package, wrapped up in a bow and stashed away in your heart for you to keep safe.

But there were moments when you could tell he had questions that he seemed afraid to ask. His eyebrows would furrow when you pulled away from a kiss with a frown, claiming you had to go home before it got too late.

He’d bite his lip and tilt his head when his hand traveled beneath your shirt to rub your back, only to be gently removed from your body and placed back onto his lap, far away from your skin.

Not to mention the times he’d invited you to his room. Any semblance of a smile always disappeared from his face when he’d noticed your eyes shift into an unreadable emotion. Then, quietly, you’d ask if the two of you could sit on the front porch instead. And, ever the kind soul, John B would agree in a heartbeat, watching as your demeanor slowly let go of any tension after he did so.

Every act of affection that stemmed from a desire to be close to you seemed to be either ignored, dismissed, or subtly rejected. And despite the confusion that burned in his eyes each time, John B never questioned you or your actions.

JJ, his best friend, on the other hand, wasn’t as savvy in the department of social graces as the rest of the pogues.

You sat next to John B, surrounded by your other friends, at a late-night campfire. The sun had gone down, but each of you were still roasting marshmallows and making s’mores as you played a game of truth or dare.

So far, Kie had called her father’s restaurant, using Sarah’s phone, to repeatedly ask about a menu item that didn’t exist until he realized it was her. Sarah had jumped in the marsh next to the Château, despite its freezing temperature.

Pope had admitted to not studying for his most recent history exam, which was something only he thought was outlandish. JJ, meanwhile, revealed how he had egged some houses on Figure Eight a few nights prior, resulting in him running from Deputy Shoupe.

You and John B were the only two who hadn’t taken part in the game so far. And JJ seemed determined to change that.

From across the fire, his eyes met those of your boyfriend. John B, lounging comfortably in an old lawn chair, raised his eyebrows expectantly with a smirk. You glanced between the two as you tried to keep the marshmallow you were roasting from catching on fire.

“Bird!” grinned JJ. “Truth or dare?” 

John B sighed, “Truth.”

“Boring, but whatever, dude,” scoffed JJ, before a mischievous grin spread across his lips only seconds later. “How’s the sex?”

You froze, slowly turning to look at John B. His hand shifted to rest against your knee, thumb running over the fabric of your sweatpants in an effort to settle your obvious bout of nerves. His eyes, however, remained on JJ while the others commented about how gross and nosy the question was.

“I’m not answering that,” he said, his voice stone-cold. “Choose a different question, man.”

JJ’s smirk widened and his eyes glimmered with curiosity, “Why? Just tell us! Or are you afraid we’ll judge your kinks—?”

The pit in your stomach suddenly became too much. You abruptly stood, tossing the stick you had been using to roast your marshmallow to the ground. You could feel your friends’ eyes burning into your back as you briskly walked in the direction of the Château.

John B was following you in an instant, calling out your name. You could also hear Kie, Sarah, and Pope all scolding a genuinely confused JJ, who repeatedly exclaimed, “What did I say?! I don’t know what I said!”

Tears burned your eyes and your heart felt like it was sinking in your chest. Everything in the living room of the Château was prepared for a classic pogue sleepover, which you no longer wanted to be a part of.

John B barely avoided being hit by the screen door when he came in after you. He placed a hand on his hip, the other resting on his head as he watched you pace around the room to collect your things.

“Don’t go,” he muttered, sighing when he noticed you trying to hold back your emotions. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not staying here,” you said, pulling the strap of your duffle bag onto your shoulder. “Not after that. I can’t.”

He gently grabbed your arm when you tried to push past him. His arms then wrapped tightly around your shoulders, pulling you against him. Your face quickly hid against his chest and then you let out an initial round of sobs.

Your arms wrapped around his waist. Meanwhile, John B did his best to soothe you, tilting his head to kiss your temple. He shushed you as his hands carefully rubbed your shoulders and back.

John B’s stomach sank and a frown grew on his lips. Your cries were muffled against the fabric of his sweatshirt, but they still pained him.

“It’s alright. JJ’s just an idiot. You know that, don’t you, babygirl?” he whispered, kissing your temple once more. “I love you so much, okay? So, so much. More than anything—”

“I’m sorry, John B. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want,” you cried, fingers digging into his back. “I’m sorry I can’t kiss you, or let you touch me half the time, or have sex—”

His eyebrows drew tighter and so did his hold on you, “Sweetheart, I don’t care about that. If you don’t want to, that’s your decision. I’ll wait for you.”

Slowly, your tears were starting to run out. You shook your head against him, suddenly pushing him away and taking a step back, “You don’t get it. This isn’t a choice.”

John B could see the way you began to retreat within yourself. He couldn’t let you stuff your emotions away, never to be seen or heard. Your eyes were swollen as you looked at him, quietly taking his hand and allowing him to lead you to his couch.

He quickly took away your duffle bag and tossed it onto the floor, silently watching as you hid your face in your hands. Your shoulders rose and fell in a pattern of deep breaths.

“I’m such a mess,” you whispered.

“Hey, no!” exclaimed John B, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around you. “Don’t say that! That’s not true! You know that’s not true!”

“The last time I talked to someone about this was in my last relationship. And he didn’t take it very well,” you continued quietly, brushing away some leftover tears. “I don’t want a repeat of that, John B. Never again. I love you so much and I don’t want to let that go.”

“Baby,” he muttered, “whatever it is, you can tell me.”

You turned your head to meet his eyes. Their sparkling brown hue, eased by his concerned features, nearly made you start crying again.

“Johnny,” you took a breath, “I’m asexual.”

As soon as those words drifted into the air between the two of you, John B’s expression shifted. It was different than you expected though. Unlike the anger and disgust your previous boyfriend had exuded when you had come out to him, John B’s eyes showed something else entirely.

Realization. 

A million thoughts were going through his mind, mostly of how ignorant he was to not connect the dots before now. All those times he had felt you were rejecting him completely were, instead, moments when your sexuality had been trying to shine through so you could truly be yourself. Though, sadly, at the same time, you had been trying to shove it down out of his view.

Everything began to make sense. The way you prevented him from kissing you for too long. The instances when you had kept him from tucking his hands beneath your clothing and caressing your bare skin. How you avoided his bedroom like it was your greatest fear.

How, despite his statement only moments ago, he couldn’t just ‘wait for you’. Because you’d most likely never feel for him in a sexual sense. Instead, those feelings would probably be more romantic than anything.

“John B? Please say something.”

He snapped out of his thoughts, finding himself lost in your worried eyes. Tears were starting to appear again. You were clearly expecting him to be angry or upset with your confession, but all he could feel was an overwhelming sense of adoration.

You braced yourself for the worst. It was hard, but you couldn’t stop your thoughts from reminding you of the screaming, the accusations, and the pain from the last time. Preparing for another round of tears, along with a potential break-up, you stared down at your shoes.

“Hey,” he whispered, placing his hands against your cheeks and encouraging you to meet his eyes. “I love you.”

“But—“

He stopped you in your tracks, giving you a watery smile, “I love you.”

“John B—“

“I love you.”

You took a deep breath, unable to stop a quiet, appreciative laugh from escaping your lips, “I love you too.”

“I wish I had known sooner,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable. And I hope you know I’ll never force you into something you don’t want.”

“Thank you,” you replied, caressing his ribs through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

He pulled away with a smile and raised eyebrows, “Do you want me to kick JJ’s ass?”

You chuckled, shaking your head as his thumbs traced over your cheeks, “Not right now. Maybe later though.”

He grinned, brushing away any leftover tears that fell down your cheeks. His eyes softened and he lost himself for a moment, leaning in.

Your sudden inhale brought him back to his senses. John B’s eyes shifted into an apologetic haze when he took note of your furrowed eyebrows.

Quickly, he moved to kiss your forehead rather than your lips. Against your skin, he whispered, “Sorry. Force of habit. I’ll try not to do that anymore unless you say it’s alright.”

Admiration bloomed within your heart. Listening to his reassurances, your love for John B seemed to increase tenfold.

“I love you,” you muttered. “More than you realize, John B.”

He smirked, pulling away again to stretch his arms as he feigned an arrogant expression, “I am pretty great, aren’t I?”

You scoffed, lightly shoving his shoulder, “Don’t get a big head.”

He only chuckled in response, hands moving to hold yours, gently swinging them back and forth. Then he asked, “Are hugs still on the table? Forehead kisses? Cheeks? What about cuddles?”

You smiled with a glance at your feet. Shyness overwhelmed you in an instant, leaving you barely capable of replying with a soft, “Yes. To all of those.”

“Good,” he whispered, gently stroking the backs of your hands with his thumbs. “C’mere.”

He welcomed you into his arms, wrapping you in a tight, warm hug. It was hard to not find comfort in his arms. All thoughts of any negativity from your former relationship were slowly washed away as you realized, with John B, you had nothing to worry about.

He loves you for who you are. Not for what you can offer him physically. He wanted you emotionally.

The next afternoon, you sat on the dock behind your house, waiting for your friends to pick you up in the HMS Pogue. As the boat appeared, you smiled at the sight of Kie, Sarah, and Pope waving at you excitedly.

John B was behind the helm, steering close enough to the dock for JJ to help you get on. You could already see the anxiety in JJ’s blue eyes.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about last night,” he said quietly, trying to make sure the others couldn’t hear him so the conversation would be as private as possible. “I didn’t mean to make you upset or overstep like I did. John B talked some sense into me after you left.”

“And by talked, you really mean punched, right?” you asked, smiling when he suddenly placed a hand on one of his shoulders with a wince as though he were remembering a particularly painful hit.

“Little bit,” JJ chuckled nervously. “We cool?”

“We’re cool,” you smiled, glancing over your shoulder at your boyfriend, who was doing his best to appear lonely, puppy dog eyes included. “I better get over there before he starts getting too pouty.”

JJ nodded with a grin, offering you a friendly pat on the shoulder before he went to join Kie, Sarah, and Pope on the casting deck. Meanwhile, John B greeted you with a gentle kiss on the cheek, allowing you to stand at the helm. Each of his arms took up space on either side of you as he continued steering the boat.

“I got some beads this morning from the craft store,” he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him over your shoulder, “Yeah?”

He nodded, but his brown eyes sparkled as if he knew something you didn’t, “Made myself a new bracelet.”

You looked down at his hands. The right was on the wheel, gently steering, and seemed to only be decorated with the same bracelets he wore on a daily basis. You looked at his left instead, which was on the main gear of the boat.

You froze at the sight of it. There, on his wrist, was a lone bracelet. It was obviously handmade. Instead of string, it was made out of fishing line, which made you smile because that was such a John B thing to do. The beads, however, were what caught your attention.

Black, grey, white, purple.

Black, grey, white, purple.

Black, grey, white, purple.

The bracelet was continuously made up of the same four colors, repeating over and over again in a beautiful pattern that you, along with your heart, recognized in an instant.

Quickly, you brushed away a tear that attempted to fall down your face. Even though it had welled out of happiness and adoration for your loving boyfriend’s actions, you didn’t want the others to butt in on such a special moment to ask why you were crying.

John B smiled when he felt your fingertips trail over the beads. After a moment, he encased your hand in his, making it so you were holding onto the gear while his palm rested on top.

You felt him kiss your temple and reached back to stroke his hair with your free hand. And then, against your skin, he whispered, “Be proud, babygirl. I can make you one too if you want.”

The first gif is not an indication of the Reader’s appearance. I only wanted a reference for John B trying to comfort and reassure the Reader.

[transfemlogan]

Think I could ask what you think of Logan’s character and where you think his character arc will go (or at least, where you’d like to see it go in the series)? Honestly I’m just interested in hearing you talk about him

I found this rlly far down my drafts. Somehow. Idk how it got there. But at least I don't have to rewrite the entire beginning 🧡

NOTE: I have Aphasia. It's a language disorder that affects my ability to understand and use language and it affects me both within writing and speaking. This is going to be a little incomprehensible and all over the place, but be nicies to me and feel free to ask for clarification.

This is more of a ramble, than a nice and neat analysis.

Everyone is allowed to add on :3c

ALSO SORRY TO ANYONE TAGGED</3 You're most likely tagged because I was quoting/linking a post by you.

OK. LET'S TALK ABT LOGAN (FT MY BAD SCREENSHOTS):

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "My True Identity!" He is smiling at the camera and making finger guns. /end ID]

This might be incomprehensible I love logan sanders. So much. Its so hard to put into words i jsut love him OK. He is perfect in every day & also a little nerd. & Beautiful. & handsome. & my babygirl.

I feel like a lot of fans treat him as if he is... like any other glasses wearing character in fiction. Byakuya Togami is the first to pop into my mind, same with Kusuo Saiki from The Disasterous Life of Saiki K, Freddy Riley from Identity V, Charles Offdensen from Metalocalypse, Kyoya Ootori from Ouran Highschool Hostclub, ETC. THERE'S A LOT OF GLASSES GUYS. (Note: these characters do not completely fit each other, but you get the point.)

The trope of "smart, unemotionless, rude/blunt character wears glasses" is something fans will shove Logan into, but the thing is Logan's character takes this trope and completely snaps it in half and throws it in the trash.

Logan is smart. He is blunt and can be the biggest asshole at times. He is """unemotional""" (stated by him).

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts". The captions reas, "Everything is okay." /end ID]

But he's also compassionate. He is hopeful. He cares so much for the people around him and he holds so much love in his heart.

This post (link) by @intrulogical probably phrases it way better than I ever could + this post (link) by @nesushii

I think that's what makes Logan such a compelling character. He's not someone who needs to "learn how to feel" (which is an idea in fiction I dislike) (it can become a little ableist), he is someone who does feel and know he feels and feels so much all the time, but he can't express it well due to both the environment around him and how he shows his emotions.

A lot of Logan's asshole actions, I think, are less him actively trying to be rude and more him just struggling really bad.

In Moving On, he is "rude" but it's because he realises his actions were Wrong and he's trying to Fix It. He recognises Virgil's panic attack, how this room is affecting Thomas, and realises that he should have listened to Patton. But because of the affects of Patton's room and Logan's tone and phrasing, he comes off as Mean. He becomes defensive as everyone blows him off and it affects how he's trying to help everyone.

In LNTAO, Logan is confused about the entire situation. He doesn't understand why singing or puppets would help Thomas and, as Logic, it is terrifying to not Know when it's his entire job to know. His confusion turns into defensiveness, and because he already struggles to express his emotions in a way that the other sides like/understand, his confusion (& defensiveness) comes off as anger and purposeful ignorance. Which is why the sides and Thomas treat him the way they do— they're assuming he doesn't want to know. Which is entirely untrue!

I know I've talked so much already about how Logan is unintentionally autistic coded (I'm even writing an entire essay about it), but like... HE IS SO AUTISTIC CODED!!

This character that struggles with expressing himself. Who lives in an environment where he feels like he has to exist a certain way, or else he won't be accepted. Who doesn't understand tone or sarcasm or the "big picture". Who struggles with other people viewing him as some sort of unemotionless ""monster"", bexause they don't understand him. Who wants to be heard and understood.

In DWIT, he feels like he's finally doing something right. That he's on the right path. And then it immediately get snatched away in POF and then again in WTIT. And that's such an inherently autistic experience. You feel like you're masking right, you're fitting in, people are accepting and loving you— only to act "too autistic" and the false comfort you wanted is snatched away (a little more complex and nuanced than that, but you know).

He is... So Autistic and it HURTS. (He could also be viewed as neurodivergent in general— I can relate to him outside of autism, with my schizophrenia and speech impediment.)

I also relate to him heavily as a child abuse victim. I've brought it up a few times, but I haven't been able to express entirely what I mean by calling him "child abuse coded" (WHICH IS A PHRASE I KEEP GIGGLING AT).

Logan's entire situation with anger feels so... similar to my own anger issues and trauma. The way he will get so angry and explode only to calm down and realise his actions.

[ID: two screenshots of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". In image one, he is pointing at someone out of frame and looking down at the floor with a confused expression. In image two, he has a hand on his tie and looks upset. /end ID]

Hurting those around you because you're hurting is something I feel like most, if not all, abuse victims struggle with. And especially with child abuse victims, I personally always feel on edge. Like I have to defend my actions 24/7 and I need to express myself perfectly or else no one will understand and I will "get in trouble" and "punished".

It reminds me so much of Logan. After he gets angry and explodes (partially due to the Orange Side, based on how the series is being shown), he immediately is confused and shameful and scared.

Logan is scared and ashamed of his own actions and is trying so hard to fix himself and not be that, not be an angry aggressive person. But it's not as simple and apologising and moving on and it's definitely much harder when those around you will not let you / don't understand fully.

ANYWAY Logan's character means so much to me as an autistic, abused guy. //slaps Logan// this guy can hold SO much trauma!

This post (link) by @orbmanson7 I think puts some of my thoughts into better words about Logan's anger and boundaries and everything (which also helps us segway into talking about his arc)

The thing with Logan's arc is that it's a little more complex than just "Logan wants to be listened to". All of the sides want to be listened to, that's the entire point of them. They all want to help Thomas.

It's not only that Logan wants to be listened to and isn't, it's also that Logan is actively listening to critiques and trying to fix and change. He is hearing and seeing that something he is doing is not helpful and is upsetting people. He wants to fix it and change and improve. But no matter what he does, nothing seems to "fix the issue"— Thomas still will not listen to him.

Logan has to unlearn this idea that he needs to constantly be improving himself, that he has to act a certain way, in order for someone to listen and understand him (AGAIN. WHY I RELATE TO HIM AS A ABUSE VICTIM). AND, the sides need to be actively changing how they are treating him. Because him unlearning this won't immediately fix the issue if the sides aren't working too.

The situation can't be fixed with a simple promise of "we will listen to you, Logan", because they've been doing that the entire series.

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". He is holding a notebook near his chest and looks dejected. The captions read, "Another day, Logan, I promise." /end ID]

ALSO, this doesn't fall completely on the other sides. Logan still needs to work on letting himself express things and learning how to cope with his strong, intense emotions like his anger. He's lashing out at the other sides and that's not okay. He can't hurt the people he cares about because he's angry and upset (see the ending of POF before Janus reveals his name).

Which... is one of the reasons I really do not want his anger to be "caused by" the orange side. I want this to be something he is experiencing and going through, because if it's "oooh a dark side is controlling him!!" then it won't be a "Logan issue", it'll be a "dark side issue". Which is not what he OR the viewers need.

Logan needs to overcome and cope with his issues without someone inserting themselves into his arc. The more people are thrown into the mix, the more the attention is drawn away from Logan, and I think his arc is something that desperately needs to be told and focused on.

And NO . I am not a fan of "Logan is the Orange Side" theories. There's a million reasons why that's not true if you actually watch and pay attention to the series (it's a very fun AU, but falls apart in context of the actual series). (Plus I don't want him to stop being indigo.......)

I also don't want Logan's arc to end up with him "turning into a dark side" for a MULTITUDE of reasons:

The "dark sides" aren't like... an actual, genuine thing...? It's not something you can ""become"", it's something you are forced into. It is a term created by Roman to describe sides that Thomas views as inherently bad or evil. The only way for Logan to ""become"" a "dark side" is if someone, in an episode, verbally, called Logan a "dark side".

Obviously, Logan can be treated like a "dark" side. In fact, how he is being treated in the series is very similar to how Virgil was treated in seasonn 1 or how Janus is being treated, ETC. BUT I don't want him to be called a "dark side", because I feel like that brings up an entirely new conflict? Now it's not focused on them ignoring Logan, it's focused on "Logic is evil?" "Thomas views Logic as bad?".

I'm struggling really hard to explain, but I feel like it just layers the conflict and I don't want that. I don't want Logan's arc to include the dark sides in any way. I want it to be focused on him.

(HOWEVER, I don't mind the connection between Logan and the dark sides through their similarities and finding comfort each other because of it. In fact, I love it. But I am not sure how to elaborate on that and how I want their relationships to be, so I skipped over it. If someone asks later, I can try to put it in words. In short, less of the "dark sides" affecting Logan, more Logan affecting the "dark sides"? I don't know if that makes sense.)

Also, I don't trust real-life Thomas to write it well! While he is very good at writing conflict, he sucks at resolving conflict (see: Virgil's reveal as a dark side at the end of DWIT and how it's handled in ATHD). Logan becoming a "dark side" already adds more to his already conflict-filled arc, I don't want to then see it be swept under the rug or handled really badly. Logan deserves a good arc. Don't bite off more than you can chew, or whatever, leave his arc alone. Stop it. Please.

I think that's all I wanted to say?

In short: Logan is full of hope and love and compassion and is so, so autistic coded and has so much trauma. I think his arc is more complex than "not being listened to" and he has to unlearn a lot. I don't want his arc to involve the orange side/him being the orange side, or any of the dark sides, because that brings the attention away from him.

[merakiui]

Okay, I don’t love Azul. He isn’t one of my top 5 favorites or anything of the sort, but he is just so pathetic, such a scrunkly little man, stupid little octopus, that I just want him to cry and feel so pathetic while he jerks off with yuu’s underwear, believing that they would never want him.

He’s just so babygirl shaped.

He is a very pathetic babygirl and that's what makes him so great. Put him in every romantic comedy situation ever and watch him proceed to fall even deeper for you, only for him to shatter his own hearts because he sincerely believes you'd never want him in the way he wants you. He'll collect things of yours without your knowledge: a chewed pen cap, underwear, a sock/stocking, jewelry, etc. Anything that has been touched or worn by you. Anything that helps him feel closer to you when he's masturbating to thoughts and photos of you.

The amount of times he's fantasized taking you in the halls of Octavinelle, pushing your body against the glass and pressing kisses into your shoulders and neck. Or taking you in the privacy of his VIP room, pinning you to the desk, or having you ride him on the leather sofas. Or lying you down on his bed, dimming the lights, and fucking into you so slowly just to hear your pretty voice sing the sweetest of sounds. He's always miserable in the post-nut clarity because he realizes he doesn't stand a chance with you, so he'll never get to indulge in any of his dreams. NRC has so many eligible bachelors who he can hardly compete with. Azul is not royalty. Azul is not the strongest mage. Azul is not an athlete. Azul is not your best friend and so, according to his logic, he'll never be your boyfriend.

You only know him for his reputation: a scummy businessman who'd trade anyone if it's to his benefit. And while that may be true, it's not the image he wants you to hold onto when you think of him. If you even think of him, that is. His human body may be attractive to curious merfolk and humans with low standards (no matter what he does, he's never truly satisfied with his appearance), but it doesn't mean anything if it's not attractive in your eyes.

So Azul will do what he does best: camouflage. He'll act like the perfect gentleman on the stage that is NRC, blending seamlessly into beautiful backdrops. Behind closed doors, he'll fester in mounting hatred, self-deprecation, and crooked infatuation while he continues to fantasize about a life with you. And if he has to cheat a little just to get you alone and drunk on artificial love brewed in the form of a potion, he'll do what he must. No one ever said the game of love was fair, and Azul plays for keeps.

[vesperpharsalius]

About your dassius stabbing post, I loved it but as a curly haired person, I just wanted to say my hair actually gets oily when it’s dirty. I cannot speak for all curly haired people but I just wanted to say maybe some hair types do(?)

Glad to see my Cassicurls digression didn’t go completely unnoticed, lol. No, but thank you, anon, for offering your two–cents. I personally haven’t had curls—and only 3a—since I was young (yet another of puberty’s crimes against me) so I’m admittedly reliant on online research and there’s lots of conflicting information. I appreciate your comment—and the opportunity to discuss Cassius’ hair, the often–sung hero of the Red Rising saga.

TL;DR is that you’re right, of course, and I agree that dirty hair is usually oily, regardless of type. But, for various reasons, the description still strikes me as odd. I’ll get into them, although I’m well–aware that absolutely—

—including you, anon.

Anyways! I’m mostly working off my Cassicurls headcanons; 3b/3a, medium porosity. Given the ways his hair is described throughout the series (bouncy and springy coils that hold shape, lustrous and luxuriant and remarkably low–maintenance), it seems accurate. (However, I welcome anyone to share their own thoughts on this extremely important matter.)

Now, if you don’t know anything about curls, Cassius has basically won the volume, resilience, and moisture lottery with this combination. It def stretches credulity. But Cassius is God’s babygirl when it comes to his appearance, isn’t he? I’m crafting an offensively handsome man. If he’s not perfect enough to inspire violence, I’m doing something wrong 🙃

Obviously, everyone’s hair is unique and it’s fair to assume that Gold hair is substantially different than ours. It’s better, bigger, bolder, bursting with vitality, glowing with the radiance of a thousand suns! Just ask Darrow, lol. He literally cannot shut up about Stangtresses and Cassicurls. (I have no complaints about this.)

But even Cassicurls—yes, even Cassicurls—can look greasy and oily if they’re extremely dirty, absolutely filthy and completely neglected, as they are at the end of RR. (Although Darrow disagrees—he is still beautiful, still more handsome than I ever will be—ofc, he is 🙄)

So, what throws me off about this particular line from the Dassius sex stabbing scene is that it doesn’t make sense, if you spend too much time thinking about it, for Cassius’ hair to be dirty. PB makes it clear that bathing and grooming are things that the particularly vain and foppish Golds do at the Institute in the later days of Darrow’s reign over Mars, when the territory becomes safer. Darrow mentions scrubbing himself to a gleam before he meets Diana, Antonia gives herself fastidious manicures and never ‘has a speck of dirt on her,’ combs and toothbrushes exist, Cassandra uses flowers to make improvised perfumes, etc.

Still, even if Cassius is washing—and I have to believe he is; no way he’s letting the side down this early in the game; he has a reputation to uphold—one of the common problems with raw curls is that oil gets trapped on the scalp and can’t easily disperse into the hair. And it’s hard for me to imagine that the Bloodydamn Curls™️—even superhuman and beautiful and powerful enough to kill with a single flick as they are—would require none of the maintenance associated with texturized hair. So, in the absence of moisturizers and conditioners and whatnot, dryness and frizz are coming for the Cassicurls.

(Will nobody think of the curls! They are imperiled! Are haircare products eligible as bounties? Asking for a friend.)

So, oil on the scalp, dryness, frizz, and (😱) breakage are all fair game, especially in such a humid environment. But oily hair, as in, the hair itself has oily residue? Curls are generally moisture–whores and rarely low–porosity, which is what persistent greasiness despite washing implies. And Cassicurls are def not low–porosity, given their description 🤔

But like I said, I let it slide, because Darrow is understandably muddled by Cassius’ 10–inch cock blade rearranging his guts.

(I’m fully aware that I’m overthinking this. Unfortunately, the brainrot is aggressive and irreversible at this point. Thoughts and 🙏 for me, plz.)

[tobesoalive]

Sam Kiszka NSFW Alphabet

hello everyone welcome back! sorry I've been behind on posting, I've been struggling to find inspiration and motivation between school and work but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things! Thank you all for your patience and enjoy these steamy headcanons :)

WARNINGS: Smut (basically everything lol)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex Sam will collapse next to you and proceed to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he sighs in satisfaction. This is usually accompanied by kisses on your neck and his voice praising you for doing such a good job for him. After a few minutes he will get up to bring you to the bathroom and fetch you a glass of water while you wait for him in the bath.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sam’s favorite part of his body is his nose. He thinks its a pretty nose, nice and slim with a perfect point at the end. He loves how it pokes at your clit when he’s eating you out or burying it in your hair, taking in your scent as his hips relentlessly slams his hips into yours.

His favorite part of your body is your thighs. He loves to nip at them to tease you, loves gripping them while he pumps in and out of you, lifting them so he can pound into you at an angle.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he does like cumming deep inside you on occasion, what Sam really loves is to pull out and paint either your stomach or your face with his cum. He thinks you look so beautiful with his release dripping down your skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sam loves giving and receiving hickies. To some it may seem juvenile but he loves that he can leave his mark so everyone knows your his, and vice versa.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite what many may think, I feel like Sam has very little experience under his belt. Sure he’s had partners in the past but only 2 or 3. That doesn’t mean he has no idea what he’s doing, he’s a natural in the bedroom.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sammy is game for any position, but he really loves missionary because it allows him to look at your face and watch your reactions while he’s fucking you, which turns him on extensivley. He also enjoys pounding into you from behind because it allows him to go deeper which drives you crazy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sam takes your sex life very seriously, and he usually prefers to keep it that way, but he has been known to crack a joke or make a cheeky comment while he’s fully sheathed inside you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Unlike his other hair, sam prefers to keep the hair in his nether regions rather cleaned up. He still keeps a small patch of curls above his dick, but overall he likes to keep it more clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It really varies with Sammy, sometimes he can be romantic and sweet, taking his damn time worshipping every inch of you, but he will also fuck you into oblivion whe he’s in a mood.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Sam can’t keep his hands off his dick. Like seriously every night he’s on tour your phone rings and on the other end you can hear him breathing heavily before asking you to talk dirty to him. You aren’t complaining by any means though!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Sam has a big dominance kink, he always likes to be the one in charge and lets you know that. Sometimes he wants you to call him names like daddy or sir and he’ll call you his princess. I also think this bitch is super into edging and tying his significant other up. Also he loves to see his fingers in your mouth or wrapped around your throat.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere around the house tbh, but with his height he likes to have you on a surface like the kitchen counter or the bathroom sink so your cunt is at the perfect level for him to pound into you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lots and lots and lots of things turn this man on, but the one you know will always get him is if you act really bratty or give him attitude, there is nothing he wants more than to show you who’s in control right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sam is game for a lot of things but I don’t think he’d ever want to do something that would cause you actual pain. Sure light spanking and choking he’s okay with but nothing beyond that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sammy loves to wrap his lips around your clit and prod at your entrance with his fingers, watching you come undone, he especially likes it when you tangle your fingers in his hair as you write from the feeling of his mouth.

He REALLY loves seeing your lips wrapped around his cock, gently guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, it will have him cumming in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like I said before Sam can do either, it really all depends on what mood he’s in.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he will pull a quickie every so often if you guys are on a crunch for time, he doesn’t prefer them. He’d rather wait until your schedules are clear so he can really take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you propose an idea to Sam he is literally in the bedroom before you can finish telling him. Most of the time he’s down to try new stuff.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sam can go a solid two rounds at most himself, but he makes sure you cum at least three times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You and Sam have a few toys that you bust out every so often, some silk restraints and a little bullet vibrator that he likes to press on your clit when he fucks you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unfair should be this man’s middle name. Samuel is one of the biggest teases in the book, but it turns him on so much seeing you grow more and more frustrated.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sam will let out soft moans and groans but he loves dirty talking to you, always telling you how good you feel and how good you take him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of Sam’s favorite things to do is make you ride his thigh. He might be reading or working on a song while you beg him to fuck you, and he’ll say some shit like “well babygirl you know how to get yourself off if you really want it that bad” before patting his thigh.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sam is longer than average thats for sure, he’s about 8 inches, probably even a bit over, and he’s not too girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a very high sex drive but he knows how to control it. He just tries to go off how you’re feeling and whether you’re in the mood or not

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Within five minutes that man is out like a light. He’ll do his aftercare duties but the second his head hits that pillow he’s gone. But that’s okay, he works hard and never forgets to tell you how much he loves you before closing his eyes.