#anon come let me give you a big smooch on the forehead

[ovaryacted]

Listen. Im headfirst on the “Leon is a sub” train. And you got me thinking about toys and Leon.

Leon with a lil vibrator inside of him. You’re controlling it. It started off with a dull easily ignored hum on his prostate. It feels good but not enough to get him going.

Then at random times you spike it. First time you did it, Leon was at home and he dropped his cup. Those spikes of intense vibrations get longer and longer. Leon’s clawing at his desk, trembling because you set the toy to max and where he’s sitting the vibrations are directly on his p-spot. He has to bite his knuckles to stop from moaning out loud.

He gets so close to the edge. So close to orgasm before you cut the toy and it’s back to the dull vibrations he felt before. You do this multiple times throughout the day and by the end of it, Leon is a frazzled mess.

He’s begging you with tears in his pretty eyes to just let him cum. He’ll do anything. He’s sobbing so beautifully.

Or. Hear me out. Leon bouncing on a dildo. It’s just alittle too big to make him have tears in his eyes. But he loves it. His mouth is open, moaning, sobbing and weeping as he rides the toy.

But the kicker, you’re not letting him touch his dick. So he just becomes delirious with pleasure, begging you to let him touch himself. He’s been such a good boy. He starts pleading with you that he’s so desperate to cum. He’s been good, why won’t you let him touch his dick.

He looks so beautiful so fucked out and messy. He’s just…. mwuah <3

-“angsty” anon (it’s me. The one who sends you a flipping thesis every time haha)

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Angsty anon…now you know you’re not right for sending me this and thinking I’m gonna be normal about it like…you fucking cooked here, burned the whole kitchen down. Let me give you a smooch on the forehead for the good food MUAH!

But Leon using toys, that would be so fucking fun. In all honesty, I see it starting as a game, where you both try to see who lasts longer than the other. With you, he edges you unexpectedly, usually when you’re running errands versus at work because he wouldn’t take it that far. You’re in the grocery store? He uses the remote-controlled vibrator on you on a whim and makes you clench while you’re ordering cut meats from the butcher. His favorite time to use it is when you’re both going out to dinner, he enjoys watching you squirm as you drink your wine across from him.

It was fun for him when he had that control, but once the roles were reversed he instantly regretted it. When Leon is on the receiving end, it’s nonstop edging that’s borderline torturous.

This game first started when you suggested he try a toy out and let you tease him the way he does when he has the remote. At first, he thinks you’d take it easy on him, that you would give him breaks. Boy was he wrong, underestimating your craving to prove him wrong.

When he’s home, you tell him to use the toy, letting it buzz at the lowest setting so it’s not too much for him to handle. He thinks he’s in the clear and starts doing laundry or other household chores. Until the vibrations instantly go up three levels without a break, it takes him off guard, making him drop whatever he’s doing and lean against the wall for support. He feels lightheaded as his dick twitches in his pants, and he tries so hard not to squeeze himself as his thighs shake. He could feel the need to release growing in his gut, biting his lip to avoid making a sound that would be too loud to come from him.

All of a sudden, the vibrations stop altogether, and Leon huffs out a breath as his heartbeat evens out. This repetitive cycle happens throughout the day, where the vibrating toy would jump towards the more intense levels or you’ll use a pattern that makes him feel like he’s going crazy. Every time the vibrations just stop, he whines and patiently waits to feel it again, his body growing hotter and more sensitive when you click that button.

He pretends like he doesn’t enjoy the game, the constant edging, but you’re not so gentle when teasing your lover in the first place. You do all of this to teach him a lesson, to show him what rewards he will get once he learns how to be disciplined. The worst part about this situation is you ordered him not to touch himself as you did this, leaving his cock aching and sensitive to the touch.

When you finally give him some peace from the teasing, Leon is needy and searching for your touch. The moment your fingers so much as skim his cheek, he’s shivering under you, craving for more. After being edged for so long, practically all day, it doesn’t take long for him to cum the second your hands wrap around his cock, whispering in his ear and praising him for listening to your orders. You reward him by milking him dry for the entire night, pulling every orgasm you can get until he tells you he can’t take anymore and he’s shooting blanks.

But using a dildo? Leon can’t fake his feelings or edge himself with one. Instead of teasing him when he uses one, you let him fuck himself in front of you. You like watching him get dumber every time he lifts himself on his strong knees, just for him to slam his body back down with a loud moan. Words of praise and degradation slip out of your mouth, making Leon’s ears turn red from pleasure and his face flush down to his neck.

He’s pretty like this, probably the prettiest you’ve seen him. Tears ran down his cheek, drool spilling down his lip and his chin, whimpering at the way he felt stretched out around the dildo that rubbed along all of his good spots. His length was spilling the more he moved, bouncing on his pelvis and hard as a rock, tip red and hypersensitive to the damn air.

Leon begs under his breath, not knowing what he was begging for exactly, but just says he needs more. You bring his face in between your legs with a yank of his hair, letting him use his tongue to lap up at your arousal as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“That’s a good boy”, you’d purr at him, moaning at the way he sucks on your clit, digging his nose into your pussy and sending his senses into overdrive. A single phrase like that will make him cum all over himself, making a mess of his lower stomach and gasping for air. All you can do is admire how fucked out he looks, a pathetic mess for you to love and care for. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[midnightloversmusic]

hii, for flufftober, what about muggle!reader doing poly!marauders halloween makeup looks?

(it can be platonic or romantic)

thank you, have a good day!

Face Paint & Kisses

Flufftober day 2

poly!marauders x reader

Hey anon! Thank you so much for requesting I loved this idea so much. I made it romantic, I hope that's okay :)

enjoy!

masterlist

"When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs. 

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

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“Sit still” 

“I can't,” James says in almost a whine.

The boys had asked you to do their makeup for the Halloween party Marlene was throwing. You had all your boys sit on the bathroom counter while you stood in between their legs. 

Remus sat still the entire time, to be fair his make up only included some black face paint making triangles around his eyes and some black lipstick making his smirk more noticeable. 

Sirius surprisingly also stayed pretty still. He's used to you doing his makeup and sat still as long as you agreed to kiss him after every step and have Remus hold his hand as somewhat of a reward. His makeup was black smudged eyeliner with shiny dark red lipstick. He wanted to be some sort of seductive pirate. 

James on the other hand just wouldn't stop wiggling.

“James, baby, I love you but if you move one more time I might just leave you here with a half done face of makeup” 

his pout makes you question your choice of words. You have tried everything from putting on a show behind you to kissing him after each step like you do with Sirius. But James isn't Sirius, he's James and James needs to move. 

James wanted the most complicated look of all. He wanted the skeleton makeup look that Tate Langdon wore in American Horror Story. Doing this look on Remus would have been difficult in itself but on James? You really had your work cut out. 

“Alright, new strategy!” you yell out after almost stabbing James’ eye with the brush you were using when he jerked his head to the side to see what Sirius was doing. 

“Sirius,” He turns to you immediately looking at you with his puppy eyes waiting for instruction. He's adorable, you thought to yourself quickly.

“You go stand on the far wall of the bedroom”

“Yes ma’am," he replies, doing a soldier's salute on his way out of the bathroom.

“Remus,”

He looks up from the book he's reading,

“Yes, love?”

“Can you lay on the bed for me?”

“M’kay” he hums and he leans over your shoulder and places a light kiss on your cheek and a kiss on James's forehead on the way out.

“Now, James”

The poor boy just looked confused now, wondering why his boyfriends had been ordered to leave the bathroom. You find the crease between his eyebrows incredibly endearing. 

“I’m going to set a timer for 3:00 minutes and do as much makeup as I can. You can play with my rings while I do it, just try your hardest to stay still. After the three minutes are done I want you to get up, run to the bedroom, go give Sirius a big kiss anywhere you see fit.”  You see his eyes sparkle up with mischief  “not that”  “And then I want you to flop down onto the bed give Remus a hug and a kiss and then come back here and sit back up on the counter and give me a kiss. Sound good baby?”

James was already bouncing in his seat, already wanting to go do his new task. Seeing that you caved and said

“Why don't you go do a practice round real quick?”

“Can you time me please?”

“Of course baby”

With the confirmation he dashes out of the bathroom and promptly  jumps onto Sirius who lets out a “hmph” in response to getting the breath knocked out of him. James decided to give him a big wet kiss right on the cheek and he pops off with a comical smooching sound. Right when he's done he runs to Remus, who is already bracing himself to be jumped on, and he flops down right on top of him.

James looked down at Remus with a lovesick expression and whispered a soft “Hi”

Remus just giggled and replied with a soft “Hey baby” although that's all that he could get out before James smothers him in kisses from his forehead down to his collarbones.

He must have remembered he was being timed at some point because he jumped up off the bed and ran full speed at you. You're a giggling mess before he even reaches you, and then when he does reach you he quickly grabs your waist and one of your arms, twirls you (yes he actually twirls you like you were in a romcom) then he dips you down and kisses you. A sweet long kiss that makes your head spin and frankly you're surprised that your legs haven't given out because of it. 

When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs. 

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

[rubydoowhereru]

hand over those nerissa / ruby headcanons we need them

Okay, just don't hurt me anon.

Nerissa doesn't at all understand these weird and odd feelings that start arising in her, particularly around Ruby. It makes her come off as far more frustrated than usual. She's used to getting unmitigated attention, not actually feeling something for another person. It's very much slow too and probably over the course of a couple years.

Ruby's definitely the one to figure it out first and utterly smug over the fact she figured out Nerissa's attracted to her long before Nerissa herself gets it. Ruby picked up on a pattern where Nerissa shows her dislike towards someone by repeatedly slapping her tail fin against the ground or whatever's available and it was always done when Ruby was around another, but not when it was just her alone. It told Ruby she was jealous before Nerissa understood it herself.

Nerissa probably fully understands how she feels when Ruby unprompted gives her a smooch, either on the cheek or forehead, one time just to see how she reacts. The reaction is nothing short of, 'That was disgusting. I want more. Let me give you one. I decree it.'

She gets very unhappy when Ruby is able to give her giant smooches as a giant kraken but she can't as a giant mermaid. For understandable reasons no one wants to give her that kind of power again, so the mermaid is just stuck unable to give big kisses like she wants too.

Nerissa likes to bite and with Ruby's thick armor ability it's a win-win for both.

[kyoupann]

fic request: hyrule "getting lost" on purpose for some alone time from the group, and bringing someone with him to find a cool spot and just hang out a while! bonus if it turns out he very rarely actually gets lost and just uses it as an excuse xD extra bonus if it's legend 👉👈

Anon, I love you. You're the epitome of big brain.

Have Hyrule and Legend having a wholesome moment. It's not much, but it's honest work. <3

Bold of you to believe Hyrule gets lost easily

Being on an adventure with a party was quite different from what Hyrule had imagined; truth to be told, the thought never crossed his mind. But when it finally became a reality and he found himself surrounded by people 24/7, the closeness, the noise, started to suffocate him.

Don't take him wrong, he loves his new friends. He absolutely does. Ones more than others, but he still loves them all. But he could do with fewer people from time to time. And since some of the others didn't seem to be willing to separate for more than a couple of minutes, unless extremely required, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

The first time was almost accidental. He did go off-trail for a bathroom break, but as he waited for his business to be finished he realised how quiet the woods were; no clinking of armour, no footsteps, no small chat, just birds chirping and treetops rustling gently against each other. Just pure, comfortable quiet. He didn't even notice that he had finished already, so lost contemplating his surrounding and how much he missed this. Soon enough, he snapped out of it, fixed his clothes and started heading back to the main trail. The group was probably far ahead, so he didn't rush to reach them. Instead, he took his time, idly following the trail and admiring the beauty around him: massive trees, so tall they covered the sky, the only source of light slipping through the gaps between the leaves; so lovely and delicate and warm. Without the noise of a full travelling party, he noticed that the small creatures of the forest didn't mind his silent steps,  some hares peeking from their burrows and a couple of squirrels chasing each other down a tree trunk.

He didn't know how long it took him to catch up with the group, but he knows that it must have been a good half an hour or more; their faces showing nothing but annoyance, maybe a bit of worry etched on their youngest companion, but irritation definitely took the lead.

"Where were you?!" was the first thing one of them asked, followed by some concerned queries about his well-being.

He took exactly one second to think and answer "I got lost on my way back."

And from then on, he was never allowed to leave the perimeter without a partner. Which, mind you, fucking sucked. There he was trying not to hurt anybody's feelings, yet his answer ended up backfiring in the worst way possible; not only was it harder to have some quiet, but the group also started to underestimate his sense of direction in a way that felt almost insulting. Did he have to remind them that there are no maps in his Hyrule and yet he knows the land like the back of his hand? But go off, not like he cares, anyway.

He tried to not let it bother him, and not past a couple of days, he found a solution to the very same problem he got himself into. He started to sneak out without anyone noticing, and if they did notice, they were nice enough to not rat him out. To each their own, whatever. It became a habit, whenever he would feel the tingling sensation at the nape of his neck, he would begin to fall behind and leave the group as soon as he saw an opportunity. Often times, it was Wild and his weird wolf who found him pacing around somewhere, the blue-clad hero with a mischievous smile on his face while the wolf sported a frown, not thrilled to be on hunt duty. Other times, Hyrule made his way back to the group a couple of hours later, before anyone started arranging a rescue team for someone who clearly didn't need it. But he appreciated the sentiment; at least he knows that they wouldn't just ditch him anytime.

One day, though, he noted that their veteran was in a sour mood, more than any other day. He had no idea that could be possible, but, hey, you learn new things every day. He felt kindness fill his body more than usual and was willing to let the veteran in on his little secret. He didn't need to worry too much before turning to him as they unpacked their stuff for the night.

"Hey, I'm feeling a bit restless," he said and the other just hummed in response, "do you want to go for a walk with me?"

"No."

For a moment, he thought of dropping it right then; but on the other hand, he was feeling a tad overwhelmed by the noise coming from the guys helping the cook with dinner and the others taking care of their gear. Couldn't they be a bit more... silent? For mostly mute companions, they sure were extremely loud in their tasks sometimes.

"Please, everyone is busy," he pleaded, now moving to be face to face with the veteran, "please, Leg. It won't take long."

He saw the Legend drop his shoulders in surrender before agreeing to a short walk around the area. And as soon as they had their stuff ready, they took off.

Hyrule was excited to have some alone time after what had been entire days without the opportunity to sneak out. He didn't even mind Legend coming with him. In fact, he was delighted to have him around. While Legend often worried about his disappearing habits, he was also the most chill about it. He really liked him. He hoped that this walk would ease his mind of whatever was bothering him; he wasn't going to ask, that was not the point of this. If Legend wanted to talk, they would.

"It sure is nice around here," Legend said, as emotionless as ever, making Hyrule question if he even meant it.

There were no trees blocking the sky, the sea of constellations shining brightly above them as they walked up a hill. Hyrule guessed it was most likely a small mountain if his adventure had taught him anything. The path was becoming too steep for them to trek in a straight line. Just as soon as they got to what seemed to be a dead-end, Legend whistled, catching the traveller's attention.

"It was a great walk," he said, boots already turning around and retracing his steps. "Time to go back."

But Hyrule didn't follow him. Instead, he reached in front of him.

"Last to get to the top is a bald cuccoo," he shouted as he started his climb.

He didn't even look back to check on Legend, he knew he would be following him. They climbed in silence, saving their energy and attention for the slippery rocks that fell from their hands and under the weight of their boots.

About ten minutes later, when the moon was at its highest point, Hyrule reached a small plateau on the side of the mountain. It might not be the destination they had in mind, but he couldn't deny that the view from there was stunning. To their south, he could see the prairie they had passed through early in the day, the light of the moon illuminating every single patch of grass and rock; on the other side of the mountain, to the north, Hyrule could spot the light and smoke coming from their campsite. They weren't that far, after all. Just enough to relax.

"What the fuck? You can't just say shit like that and start climbing, Hyrule!" Legend wheezed as he dragged his body over the edge, completely out of breath and slamming his back against the cold ground.

Hyrule ran to aid him to stand up, extending small apologies as he offered his hand, his shoulders shaking with a stifled chuckle.

"What are you talking about? That was fun!"

He gave Legend the time to look around, hoping that the view would make him forget his irritation. In the end, he guesses he succeeded; a soft smile adorned the other's face.

"I wished we could stay longer, but we gotta head back."

Hyrules ears perked up in interest and a grin that showed nothing but mischief appeared.

"Oh, it would be such a shame if we got lost on our way back and we had to wait until morning to avoid getting even more lost in the dark."

It took Legend 5 seconds before the gears in his mind began to work and process what Hyrule said.

"You little shit," he punched him on his arm playfully, earning him a cackle from the traveller. "You. cheeky. little. shit." He marked each word with a punch, each less hard than the last.

Hyrule rubbed his arm, "so, what do you say?" He looked at Legend expectantly, " If you want to go back to the others, we'll go. I'm not keeping you here, but I think some time off would do us good."

It was then that Legend noticed that Hyrule had brought his bag with him. He sat down and started pulling a variety of items from it, a fabric too thin to be a blanket being one of them.

With a snap of his fingers, a nearby bush lit on fire, and in no time they had their own little impromptu camp set up.

"I have some fish if you want me to make something," he pointed to his bag, but as always, he didn't wait for a response, already elbow-deep into the bag looking for the food, "caught it this morning, it's basically fresh."

Two small fish stabbed through the middle with a stick later, he handed one stick for Legend to grill over the fire.

"So... you get lost... on purpose..."

"Yep."

"Why?"

Hyrule bit the inside of his cheek and flipped his fish over, " for the exact same reason you accepted to come with me, I suppose." He took the fish off the fire and inspected it. "Unlike most of you, I didn't have a companion during my adventures. Having someone to talk to whenever is nice and all but... well, I simply value my privacy. I like being alone."

Legend could only hum in agreement. He rolled his stick, half of his fish almost burnt, "Wow, thanks," he said, his words coated with sarcasm.

"I like being alone with you," he laughed at his own words, a bit unsure of how to fix what he had said, but no less true.

A soft smile pulled at Legend's lips. He sighed in contentment and extended an arm to ruffle Hyrule's hair.

"I like being with you, too."

[allieebobo]

How would the ROs react if MC came in the room looking worried, took the RO's face in their hands and said "oh no, this isn't good!". When the ROs ask what's wrong, MC says "you haven't met your daily kiss quota yet!! We gotta fix that!" then peppers the RO's face with smooches

This made me snort. Suffice to say that me, as the author, would 100% be bought over by that kind of dumb shit. T'was fun, thanks for the ask, anon! :)

You run into the room, looking worried. "Oh no, this isn't good," you say, kicking the door shut behind you.

G

G's eyebrows lift, not committing to panic just yet. Still, their posture snaps just a tad straighter as they turn to face you fully, their grey eyes sharp, alert. "What is it?" You're unable to stop the grin from breaking across your lips as you cover the rest of the distance between the two of you. G's expression immediately turns wary. "This isn't some questionable news about millennials destroying the cereal industry again, I hope." You snort, then take their face in your hands, peppering G with kisses, laughing. "You haven't met your daily kiss quota yet!! We gotta fix that!" G's eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, enjoying the kisses. When they open them again, a wry but contented smile plays on their lips. "I knew it was bullshit, and I was right, as usual. Also, just so you know, it's the quality that counts, not the quantity." "What, you're saying those kisses aren't good?" You say, indignant, but your further protests are muffled when G captures your lips in a long, swirling kiss.

Tobin

Tobin immediately closes the gap between you, putting down the book they'd been holding. You see multiple emotions flicker across their expressive features - they're not exactly worried, not yet at least, but you can see soft concern balanced with warm, steady calmness in their gaze. You pause, appreciating them for a brief moment even as you struggle not to break into a grin - you know that if you did, actually have a problem, Tobin'd be right by your side, unflappable and unswervingly kind. They take your hand in yours, and peck a light kiss to your cheek. "What's wrong?" You take their face in your hands, peppering Tobin with kisses. "You haven't met your daily kiss quota yet!! We gotta fix that!" Out of the corner of your eyes, you see their baffled expression give way to amusement before the sound of their tinkling laugh washes over you. "How many more do we need?" They ask, smiling as they plant a kiss to your forehead, then to your cheeks, lips, jawline, and nose.

Rayyan

Rayyan's expression turns serious and focused immediately. They're by your side in a heartbeat, and you're instantly reminded of just how quickly they can get into 'game-on' mode, both on the court and off. "What's up?" They ask. "Any live or dead bodies I need to bury?" You resist the urge to laugh. "No, no, not that I know of," You say. They're still frowning, but they step a little closer to you, gaze softening a little. "Good. Then what is it?" You take their face in your hands, peppering Rayyan with kisses. "You haven't met your daily kiss quota yet!! We gotta fix that!" Rayyan allows this to happen for approximately twenty seconds, before extricating themselves, giving you a big eyeroll in the process. "I am not aware of any 'daily quota', and anyway - it's only 4p.m. Day's still young."

Sam

Sam pulls their eyes away from their keyboard, which they'd been clacking away at furiously. "Let me guess," They say, already grinning. "You forgot your netflix password again. Correction: my netflix password." You come a little closer, grinning as well. Sam pulls you into a tight hug, then pulls away just-enough to make another guess. "Alright, then: maybe you have the same problem that I have." Your eyebrows crease. "What problem do you have?" "We haven't met our daily kiss quota yet," Sam murmurs, and presses their laugh into your lips. You shake your head, laughing too. "What a coincidence," You say, deepening the kiss. "That was my problem too."

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

nsfw thought hehe 😜 menstrual cycle had been a rough week for both you and mingyu. Your cramps are so bad and mingyu is HORNY AF so when your cycle ends he pounces on you and makes up for all the nights y’all missed out on sex 💅

anon are you a psychic or smth cuz I'm literally on my period rn and I need a big tall man to wrap me in a hug and smooch me💔

You have been suffering for hours, the painkillers you took did nothing to help with your cramps, but you didn't want to complain. This was happening every month, nothing serious right?

Wrong.

"You look terrible, baby", Mingyu coos with a pout, "Don't worry, Gyu, it's the usual, I'll get over it", you give him a strained smile and he frowns, coming next to you to wrap you in a hug, his warmth immediately making you break in a grin. He kisses the crown of your head lovingly and you nuzzle your head in his big chest.

"Feeling better?", "A bit...But I could use some more kisses", you look at him with pleading eyes and he grins, pressing another kiss on your forehead, the bridge of your nose and your lips, lingering a bit longer on that spot.

You try to get a bit more comfortable in Mingyu's embrace, but you feel something poking your thigh. "Gyu?", you ask him and he groans in defeat, failing to hide his boner. "Y/N, I can explain-", "Are you horny again?", "Don't mind me, baby", "B-But-", "No buts", he shushes you and rests his chin on your head, trying to ignore his hard-on.

I'mma need a whole lot of patience, he thinks.

Four days later, your period is finally over and you are happily enjoying your meal on the couch, until you hear the front door slamming shut, a sweaty Mingyu almost running towards you.

"Mingyu?", you ask him but you don't get to say anything else, as Mingyu takes the bowl out of your hands and pins you on the couch, kissing you sloppily. You immediately get lost in his mouth, your hands scrambling to remove your sweats and Mingyu momentarily raising his body to take off his sweaty clothes.

"I've been waiting for this the entire week, thought I'd go crazy without fucking you, baby", he half-moans and pushes your legs flat on your chest and slams his cock inside you, setting a sharp and rough pace. "Oh God, yes, so fucking tight, I missed that", he snaps his hips into yours, his dark eyes staring right to your flushed face and half-lidded eyes.

"G-Gyu, your cock feels s-so good inside me", you moan and thread your hand in his silky black hair, urging him to go faster. "Yeah? Does my baby like how I fuck her pretty pussy?", he lets out a breathy chuckle, as he picks up the pace, placing one arm next to your head, the other still holding your thigh, his body hovering over yours.

"Gonna cum real soon, honey, fill you up real good", "Fuck yes, baby, please fuck your cum in me!", you moan, throwing your head back in bliss as your walls throb, Mingyu hiding his face in your neck, as he ruts his hips, his cock spasming uncontrollably in your pussy, the stored up cum overflowing your hole, as he rides out his orgasm, panting heavily.

"G-Gyu, p-pull out, t-too much", you whimper weakly, Mingyu's cock still inside you. He looks at you with a dark gaze and a devilish smirk, his tongue coming out to lick a stripe on your neck.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, honey, we gotta make up for lost time".

[peachy-cream-writer]

how do the obey me brothers make out/kiss!

Obey me brothers making out / kissing their s/o

Warning ~ making out / kissing

“Asmodeus and MC makeout sesh drabble?” - anon

I hope that this is okay for you! Sorry I mashed them into one but they were similar concepts so I think it’s okay ^ - ^! Enjoy :)

Edit - AHHH! I just realised I forgot Satan’s!! Lemme update it so sorry folks! 😔

Lucifer

❀ Lucifer likes slow, passionate and romantic kisses

❀ He prefers to take time with showing his physical affection, littering your neck, cheeks and lips with soft kisses

❀ When you make out he has you placed in his lap, his hands on your hips for full control over the kiss

❀ He’s definitely more dominant and so expect love bites along with kissing

❀ Often times Lucifer can be rougher but that’s only when he’s had a tough day

❀ But this boy has very soft lips cuz he uses a cherry flavoured lip exfoliating scrub which was gifted to him from Asmo, he hadn’t had a real reason to use it until you came along and complimented his lips

❀ Making out is definitely private and happens mostly in his room, he doesn’t trust his brothers enough to do it in yours

❀ But that doesn’t mean that he won’t press the occasional kiss to your cheek or forehead when he sees you around Devildom

Mammon

❀ This boy gets super nervous when he’s kissing you, like REALLY nervous

❀ He wouldn’t ever admit it but feeling you press kisses to his collarbone or against his cheeks makes him so flustered

❀ Mammon is super big on PDA, you’re his of course

❀ You’ve made out a few times in the common room and occasionally in the kitchen, the boy just can’t control himself around you!

❀ As for simple kisses Mammon gets the most flustered here

❀ When you press a sweet little peck on his cheek his heart explodes with love and adoration, his brothers always tease him for his warm cheeks

❀ He’s a tsundere though so again he would never tell you about your affect on him, he even has a hard time admitting it to himself

❀ But in short this “hot shot” melts with your kisses

Leviathan

❀ This boy is a little inexperienced when it comes to making out

❀ Kissing your Ruri-Chan body pillow doesn’t really count as experience but Levi counts it anyway because it felt real to him

❀ So when he gets kisses from you he’s a MESS

❀ His cheeks are scarlet red and he doesn’t really know where to put his hands

❀ But! He does get the hang of it fast

❀ After a while of being together and ‘practicing’ you started to feel a little more comfortable with eachother and Levi started to understand where to put what and how to do what

❀ His kisses are a little rushed at the beginning, they feel very nervous and almost like he’s uncomfortable but that’s only at the start because eventually he becomes more confident and deepens the kisses himself

❀ He becomes a very passionate kisser

❀ But only in private, if his brothers saw him doing this he would never hear the end of it

Satan

❀ Satan is a very passionate and romantic guy, very much like Lucifer and Asmo, which he never admits to

❀ He’s a little more rough with his own kisses though and isn’t afraid to bite your lip whilst making out

❀ Satan is quite cheeky, believe it or not, with his kisses, playful nips being frequent

❀ He has once or twice pulled you into his lap and held a book in front of you both as your lips locked in a sweet embrace

❀ He tastes like sweet tea and peppermint, his lips are a little chapped sometimes but he makes the attempt at remembering lip balm, just for you

❀ Satan likes long make out sessions, by a crackling fire, book placed on the desk, you in his lap, your hands on his cheeks as your deeply kiss, that’s his fantasy

❀ Despite his romantic nature, he does get a little nervous sometimes, he himself isn’t actaully the most experienced demon despite what some might believe

❀ He might fumble occasionally, hands moving the wrong place but you quickly correct him or let him correct you and before you know it your lips are locked again

❀ When it comes to plainer kisses he always makes sure to greet you with a cute peck on the head

Asmodeus

❀ Asmo is probably the best kisser out of all of them, he’s got the most experience and of course his sin

❀ He’s super romantic with kisses but doesn’t mind who dominates the kiss

❀ He just wants to make you happy

❀ Like Lucifer his lips are so soft, the taste of Peach chapstick with a matching sweet lip scrub make the best kisses

❀ Asmodeus doesn’t care where or when you’re kissing as long as you’re - well - kissing! He just loves kisses!

❀ He doesn’t care if he gets teased

❀ No teasing stops him from practically pouncing on you the moment you enter a room

❀ As well as the fact that he tastes good, he also smells so good and when your kiss him you can smell the various skin care products he uses on his face along with his cologne

Beelzebub

❀ A Very hungry kisser

❀ He didn’t know that his sin affected him in his heart too

❀ He’s so hungry for your kisses and can often feel very touch starved without them

❀ Despite his hunger for your touch he does understand that potentially you might not always want a heated and heavy kiss

❀ So he holds back for you

❀ When he does this his kisses are slow and sweet, he tastes like candy, he always makes sure to eat candy before kissing you

❀ He has you on his lap most of the time and doesn’t really mind when you kiss him

❀ A lot of the time when you’re alone you get into heated make out sessions but with others around he likes to press sweeter kisses onto your forehead instead

❀ Beels kisses are enough to make your legs feel like jelly because he takes his time to make you feel loved with every smooch

Belphegor

❀ Belphe is another shy kisser

❀ Preferring to make out in his room, and when you make out he’s definitely not so shy

❀ He doesn’t mind if you take control with the kisses or if it’s the other way around

❀ But either way he just craves your attention a lot

❀ So much so that sometimes in his sleep he starts pressing kisses to your cheek, they’re kinda sloppy and gross though especially since he doesn’t really know what he’s doing whilst he’s asleep

❀ In public you can get away with a peck on the cheek, even then he gets a little blushy (hold his pinkie though and you can get away with a couple more!)

❀ But when you get somewhere private give this boy all the kisses! He deserves them 🥺

[muffindaddystyles]

My love I have read your almost all fics before but today for some reason I read almost I had read them again. What can I see I'm absolutely enamoured by each one of 'em 🌻🌻🌻.

My best wishes to you keep writing and keep prospering ✨

And for my request if you can write a blurb for the memory loss fic about them having a baby they talked about that would be really sweet 🥺 No pressure.

🌞 Anon

THANK YOUUU SM BUTTONS! YOUR LOVE MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM! Y'ALL COULD REQUEST WHENEVER UUUU GUYS FEEL LIKE

HIREATH (Y/N looses her memory from getting into an accident and Harry loves her all over again)

It all began with the weekly cleansing of their home. Yes, home. After months and months of getting accustomed to every creak of floorboard, the corner of hallway where sun shines the brightest, the tiny library Y/N loves to spend time with Harry – she has finally come to terms with calling this big sleek house her home, her most comfy space.

And Harry her person.

She has got a bunch of her memories back but other half still haunts her to sleep and she memorises the one she has a grip on to never let them slip and to cherish them till they grow old together.

While Harry had his head butted into some dusty corner to retrieve some boxes Y/N went through drawers to clean the cluster out, they both were singing ‘I’m always by your side’ by John Park.

Though, halfway through it Y/N stopped. She felt like the words choked her throat with tears bubbling in her eyes and her fingers trembled as she flipped the frame that has yellow and lilac chunky hearts on it’s borders.

“Can we have a family of ours? I've some affection for another pair of little bambi eyes.” She doesn’t remember writing it back there and it hurts her like a painful stab.

You don’t remember the most important detail of your own damn life, what a sadist.

She scoffed to herself.

When Harry didn’t hear the saccharine hum of her wife his head perked up, “Lovie?” His smile that was fluttering up from hearing their favourite part coming up and him about to be yelling at her to sing it with him dropped wrenchingly when he heard those sniffles.

“Baby.” He rounded towards her worriedly. Massaging her shoulder to make her look at him and the sorrow in his’s loves eyes broke his heart into shards tumbling him to his knees infront of her.

“What happened, darling?” He asked cupping her cheek gently and ran his thumb over her wobbling damp lip.

She just shook her head and sucked through her teeth, dollops of tears fell on Harry’s cheeks and sobbed into his hand with her eyes bolted shut.

“’M sorry!” Harry frowned when she apologised stroking her nose into his wrist, “Sorry f'what sweet pie?” He asked getting more concerned every second ticked by.

“That you wanted a family with me and I ruined that f'you ...” Her hiccups went breathless and Harry’s heart thumped into outer space for some seconds, he completely forgot about that lil present.

“Shh. Shh. ‘s okay me sweet girl, shh c’mon. Nothing’s ye fault. ‘M happy that you’re safe, healthy and happy in my arms, yeah?” He went to hug her and let her cuddle into him and she breathes his tangerine vanilla-y scent to calm herself down.

“Are you happy, though?” His tone was uncertain and his irises lurked with hope.

“Very.” He sighed in relief when She squeezed his fingers and bobbed her head profusely with that cute shy smile of hers, “Then all set! ... and fo’ babies my love we could have them whenever y'want,” He grazes his palm down her spine in smooth circles, “Whenever you’re ready.” He affirmed her in his most loving and assuring voice.

“Can we try for it now?” Harry’s brows shot up at her timid and hesitant whisper, his eyes glossed with tears of happiness because he thought he'd never be able to see this moment in his all life.

He pets her hair down her head and kissed her forehead, arms wounding around her shoulders to embrace her protectively and sentimentally.

“You want a tiny me and a tiny you!?” He grinned pushing her back gently to look down at her with cheerful eyes, when she bobbed her head with equal enthusiasm and excitement he turned all soft and mushy -- palm pressing against her belly.

“Want me t’put a baby in this pretty tummy of yours?” He smooched pecks on her lips, then kissed her compassionately at her honest confession that she actually wants what he’s been wanting for ages.

She wants to be the mommy of his babies.

.

Y/N's 6 months pregnant. With Harry’s bub. In a phase of it where her skin's all glassy and glowing, her eyes angelic and they grow proper lil suns on the sight of her hubby coming back home early to them.

Harry’s been never happier than this. He feels as if the whole world’s yarned up into his pocket.

He makes sure that his lovin’ is feeling comfy and pleased everytime, staying awake with her till mornings -- eating snacks and her weird cravings with her to make her feel less bad about it, taking care of her diet plans and her health, loads of love making and satiating sex, he’s always there to wipe her tears and listen to her tantrums all caused from her maternal hormones.

“Harry! Bambi eyed!!” She’s been sprawled on their deep snuggly sofa watching telly when she felt the baby moving around inside her while Harry swirled more cream on their strawberry pies.

“What happened –.. wait.” Anxiously Harry rushes back only to be met by his overly joyed girl as she huffs trying to sit up, “Come watch my belly, our baby’s havin’ a dance party inside here!” She giggles and forwards her hand for him to grab.

“Gimme your hand! Gimme! Gimme!”

“Is that so?” Harry smiles fondly wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her from back to his chest, “Don’t hear any music babe.” He teases her planting his ear against her swollen belly all of his teeth showing brightly when he feels a small prod against his cheek.

“Our bub just kicked!!” He squeals, smacking a little rushy kiss to her lips then again fixes himself back to his favourite spot.

Every night he reads books to the baby and listens to music with headphones around her belly in this exact spot.

“Harry ...” Y/N scratches his head and runs her fingers through his curls hoping that there lil one get them as walnutish and pretty.

“Do y'think I’ll be a good mother?” At that Harry moves all his attention on her and makes scooches her nearer to her, “Why’d y'ask that baby?” He asks brushing the loose strands of her hair way.

“Dunno.” She shrugs clutching the hem of his hoodie, “I don’t remember stuff from our past – sometimes I forget too much and then it comes all back. What if in old age my amnesia hits back and they'd get too annoyed by me.” There comes the pregnancy whining and wild thinking, messy tears and anxious thoughts.

“Moppet ...” Harry sighs, closing his eyes and kisses her cheeks.

“You’re g'na be the best mommy ever! Knows that they’ll love you endlessly, darling. Your memories doesn’t change the person you’re – my love, my life, the momma of my babies, you’re doin’ so good.” She giggles through her sniffles when Harry showers her in loud slobbery kisses.

“Watermelon with peanut butter sounds so good right now.” She murmurs into his neck and Harry’s glad she’s all bunched up in his arms because he did most disgusting face he could ever scrunch up.

“But, I just made y’a pie!” He whines counting on his fingers when she bursts into tears upon hearing that.

“Cute. Thank you. But, your baby wants that.” She pokes him in ribs and gives him the most puppy eyes ever.

“Alright. Not joining along though.” He gives her a pointed look and plucks her pout.

“Harry! Promise it’ll taste s’good.”

“I bet.” He quips, creating comical gagging noises.

“Meanie.” She grumps trying to bite his earlobe mischievously.

[thenightshift-if]

Can we maybe get ❝ any time without you is far too long. ❞ for the loml Ramona?🥺

Oh, to see love for Ramona makes me so happy <3 Thank you, anon! I hope you like this sweet moment (also featuring her very affectionate cat)!

❝ any time without you is far too long. ❞ MC + Ramona. Established relationship – fluff – 685 words. From this prompt list.

What you have come to realize after you and Ramona moved in together is that hanging clothes to dry is a Trial with a cat in the house. You are not sure how Ramona ever got it done without you there to distract Angel from the irresistible laundry basket and the temptation of chasing a hanging sleeve, seeing as you certainly struggle to hang even a single shirt on the clothes line without Ramona’s help.

For the third time in the last minute, you put down the shirt you just picked up and instead lift Angel from the basket, earning a displeased meow from him. You hold him up at your eye level, give him the sternest look you can muster, and say, “You are such a menace.”

He stares at you with his big, green eyes, completely unmoved by your plight as far as you can tell. You sigh.

“Alright. Let’s try this one more time. Now, I’m going to put you on the floor and you are going to –”

Your ears prick up at the sound of a key turning in the front door lock… and so do Angel’s. A laugh escapes you at this observation – how similar the two of you are, after all – but Angel has clearly lost all interest in you and squirms out of your grasp. He’s barely landed when he’s already dashing to the front door, and you watch him go, a smile tugging at your lips.

You know what to expect, and Ramona never disappoints.

“Honey, I’m home!” she sing-songs when she finally gets the front door open. How she still struggles with the lock after all this time, you have no idea, but the rattle of her keys when she comes home has become such a comforting sound to you that… you sort of hope she never learns to open the door on her first try.

You smile as you walk over to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome home, babe. We missed you.”

You’re not lying; Angel’s meows and the way he rubs his face against her legs make that clear.

Ramona grins at you. It’s such a sunny, pleased smile that you can’t help but answer it with a grin of your own, especially when she loops her arms around your neck and pulls you close enough to brush your nose with hers. Your hands find her hips with ease, and your heart picks up speed at the closeness.

“I was gone for all of two hours,” Ramona points out. Her lips almost touch yours.

“Yeah. You were.” You pull her closer and brush your lips against hers, a kiss so light that it’s barely there. “And any time without you is far too long.”

Ramona gasps. You raise an eyebrow as she pulls away slightly, wondering if you said something wrong, but she doesn’t seem to want to get away as much as she just wants to take you in better. Your heart flutters when you notice the blush spreading over her cheeks and the glimmer in her eyes.

“You’re so sweet,” she finally says, voice so full of adoration that now you’re blushing. Before you can react, she places her hands on your cheeks and gives you a big smooch on your lips. “Adorable. Extremely kissable.”

“Wha–”

You can’t get the words out because as soon as you try, Ramona moves on to peppering your face with kisses. Lots of them. On your cheeks, on your forehead, on the tip of your nose, on the left corner of your lips, then the right.

By the time she’s done, you feel dazed. And happy. You’re pretty sure you have a dopey grin on your face, but you don’t mind. Ramona laughs and squishes your face, and you think you could melt. Too overcome by affection to do anything else, you lean on her and hope that she understands you without words.

And that is how you two stay… at least, until Angel demands some of that affection for himself, and as always, Ramona's more than happy to oblige.

[wonlouvre]

seungkwan fluff plesse thank you so much <333

Dynamic

pairing: non!idol seungkwan x non!idol g.n. reader genre: FLUFF! warnings: food (please tell me if i missed anything else!) word count: 788

💌: there’s something about cooking and food that makes me keep on writing about them lol. anyway here you go anon, a seungkwan fluff!! i hope you like it. thank you so much for participating! <3

“I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses!”

Seungkwan says that everyday he comes around your apartment and it never fails to bring a smile to your face. You don’t even need to open the door for him anymore. You know it’s him when you hear the passcode being punched, followed by your name being called sweetly. You don’t turn away from your laptop as he makes a beeline to the kitchen and takes the food he brought out from the plastic bags. 

Your smile becomes wider when you feel warm arms wrap around your shoulders and soft lips smooch your cheeks. 

“Busy?” He asks.

You raise your head a little, resting it against his tummy. “Just a little bit.”

You can feel his smooth hands gently massage your shoulders and a sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth. Seungkwan just nods and pecks your forehead and goes back to the kitchen. He already knows that you can’t be bothered unless you yourself stand up from your table. He respects your schedule and he can’t get you out of it no matter how much he tries. Unless it’s way past your working hours. He’ll hold a spatula against you if you don't lift your fingers from the keyboard. 

Today is like any ordinary day. You clock in at eight in the morning and clock out at six in the evening. Your company is a foreign one so you have an option to work from the comforts of your home. You have business trips every two months, visiting and attending important meetings at the main branch. But other than that, you’re mostly at your apartment, making use of technology with emails, video conferencing and whatnot. 

Seungkwan is a regular to your humble abode. Although he doesn’t frequently come to your apartment, he makes sure he does at least six times a week. The one day left is usually you going to his, funnily enough. You’re not complaining about it anyway. He makes everything a little better after a tiring day. And since his family is in Jeju, he always assures you that there’s nothing to worry about. 

You hear the stove being turned on and the cabinets being opened one by one. You’re sure he’s cooking your dinner now. He’s actually pretty late today. Most days he’s here before noon, fixing you some brunch. He probably went to the store to fetch some things you’re sure your refrigerator cannot offer. 

You have to admit, you can cook but you’re not good at it. Seungkwan was brutally honest with you that one time you tried imitating his mother’s original recipe. It was embarrassing, but your boyfriend was kind enough to help you save the meal. From then on, he took the reins and does most of the cooking when it’s a meal you’re going to share together. 

Occasionally, you cook with him and learn a lot. You try to remember them for whenever he gets busy and can’t meet you for the day. He monitors it through video call and reminds you to save some so he can have a taste later. 

You’ve been dating Seungkwan for almost a year now and this dynamic that you have naturally came to be. It wasn’t forced at all. He offered to teach you how to make kimchi one time and the rest is history. You love it so much and it makes you beg to have him stay around for a long time. 

You don’t see yourself letting go of Seungkwan. And you hope he feels the same way. 

Around twenty minutes later, an alarm rings across the room, making you jump from your chair in surprise. It’s his phone and when he turns it off, he gives you a knowing smile. He set an alarm for when your shift ends, so that you don’t get carried away. You smile back before saving your work and sending one last email. Your laptop is currently shutting down when you stand up and walk to the kitchen, where the love of your life is with open arms. 

Seungkwan scoops you in a big embrace and you giggle when he whispers “finally” against your neck. You kiss his cheek when he sets your body back down, not letting go of him with your tight arms around his waist. 

“What are you making tonight?”

“Minghao-hyung taught me this fried recipe and I thought you’d love it,” he answers, wrapping one arm on your shoulder while the other continues stirring the rice on the pan.

You take a whiff and he’s right. “Smells good.”

“Of course,” he says, a little too proudly. “My cooking never tasted bad.”

You laugh and just give his cheek another kiss. 

[rightfcllysols]

Hi, love your blog! 🙏🏻✨

Could I have some headcanons for Vil with an s/o who loves to kiss him and calls him "Fairest" as a nickname? 💜

FAIREST OF THEM ALL, vil schoenheit x reader

vil with a significant other who loves to kiss him and calls him "Fairest" as a nickname headcannon

fluff and vil content bc I know you all love him

EEE I AM SOFT ✨

Thank you anon,, ur compliment gave me a burst of serotonin n I love u for that 💕

in this blog we support vil schoenheit supremacy so I'd love me some vil content :"

fr tho the thought of vil actually being a huge softie despite his ambitious nature is top tier like sir sweep me off my feet idc if you throw me off the cliff after just hold me for a sec and let me cry 😭

❝ You're the fairest

of them all,

my dear. ❞

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽 🌹

🌹 what kind of luck did you receive from that one dude from danganronpa to be able to woo this sexc af queen?

🌹 I'd like a crumb tyvm- Vil admits, he doesn't like the fact that you loved to smooch his face like a grandmother after not seeing her grandchildren for a month. Except he slightly enjoys it oops

🌹 it ruins his make-up and he would occasionally complain about it. But you don't mind, you loved hearing his voice so-

🌹 moments where you would just stand beside him and not particularly do anything that destroys his make-up or annoy him are moments he knows that there's something fishy going on.

🌹 the way you stare off to a wall like someone trying to discover the hidden philosophy of life is just a big no for vil to watch.

🌹 he wants his affectionate s/o back, whether he like it or not.

🌹 so that day you decided to tell him what's on your mind.

🌹 to say he was surprised about how... How you ignored him for like idk a week is because you were thinking about whether or not you should use a nickname for him is an understatement would simply be incorrect because boy oh boy does he go beyond that.

🌹 on the down side, you don't want him to appear unprofessional. Like, "baby or babe" Is definitely off the list. While on the flip side, you thought that pet names are kinda cute.

🌹 I mean come on, you've dated each other for a long time now. Might as well try your luck.

🌹 placing your fist on your palm, you stared at him with a cheshire smile.

🌹 he raised a brow, watching your movements in case you decided to jump him over and ruin his uniform.

🌹 you took a step closer,

🌹 he backed away,

🌹 closer,

🌹 awa— you placed your hands on his shoulders, light enough to not cause any wrinkles whilst also making him halt on his tracks.

🌹 "Potato? What are—"

🌹 your lips landed on the corner of his, giving light butterfly kisses all the way to his ear. Close enough for him to be able to hear your gentle breathing, you opened your mouth to whisper,

🌹 "Truly, you are someone I adore, fairest."

🌹 You pulled away. A small smile on your face as you laughed at how flabbergasted he looked.

🌹 You saw many emotions swirl inside his beautiful jewels, mainly shock, concern, and admiration.

🌹 You explained that Rook finally convinced you to voice out the nickname you decided for him, and you did that whole thing just to be a little anticlimactic.

🌹 you also said that you were afraid to say it because he would've taken it as someone else. Well, you knew Vil well enough to be aware of that.

🌹 you're glad that he doesn't seem ticked off. Instead, he had this small, grateful smile on his stunning complex.

🌹 he finally succumbed to giving you his own taste, he would just reapply his lipstick later on. He wanted to show you how much he appreciated you first.

🌹 excluding the way you swooned and accidentally hit both of your foreheads together in the middle of the moment ehe

🌹 You hadn't forgotten of course, to remind him that in your eyes, he will forever be the fairest of them all.

[babiesdreams]

Nct ways of showing affection Ot 23

REQUESTED BY ANON. 

Is this a reaction? Idk. Anyway let me know what's your fav, I honestly can't choose. Thanks to the anon for requesting 💕

Taeyong: He likes it simple, I think holding hands and kissing your forehead are the most usual gestures he’d do. He’d hold your hand all the time, whenever he has a chance and kissing your forehead is more of like a private thing.

Taeil: Hugs. He’s hugging you all day long. His arms would rarely leave your body. I’m talking back hugs while cooking, being big spoon while sleeping, holding you into his arms when you come back home... so cute

Johnny: Kisses. Everywhere really, but prefers to kiss your lips. Smooches with Johnny are a MUST and he would die everytime you kiss him out of nowhere. Kissing for Johnny means the world to him. If he´s having just a night stand his kisses are completely different, just rushed and heated. But when he’s in love, he takes his time on your lips. ALso holds your face while kissing you.

Yuta: Playing with your hair. May seem stupid but means a lot to him. He’d let his fingers drive along your hair all the time. While you’re speaking he’d be playing with your hair. When you’re laying on top of him he’s playing with your hair.

Kun: Play with your cheeks. Every time he feels like he’s completely in love with you, he’d play with your cheeks. Squeezing them, carressing them, even kissing them. He just thinks it’s a cute way to let you know he loves you.

Doyoung: Love gazes. His eyes tell you just how madly in love he’s with you. It’s not like it’s the only thing he does to let you know, it’s just his unique way to show you how much he loves you. In public you can definetely tell when he’s falling even more for you just by looking at him.

Ten: Touching your nose. Let me explain. He’d just love whenever you are looking cute, and he wouldn’t be able to control himself from doing this. I’m talking, painting it when he’s working on a painting, putting some whiped cream on your nose when you’re baking. Or even just doing it for the sake of it.

Jaehyun: Hold your waist. It’d happen a lot, he’s just trying to make you get closer to him. Loves feeling your body pressed on yours. He’d do it while kissing, hugging, dancing, just whenever he can.

Winwin: Gets your hair out of your face/ fixes your hair. He’s thinking about how your beautiful face is covered by your hair, and just wants to apreciate your beauty as a whole. Sometimes he’d leave his hand cupping your face afterwards.

Jungwoo: Holding hands. For Jungwoo affection is a normal thing, and wouldn’t mean as much. But holding hands is something he rarely does, and he only does it with you. That’s how you know he loves you.

Lucas: Draw patterns on your skin. He’d do this anywhere he could reach and unconsciously, so that’s definetely a love sign. He’d do it on your hands, arms, face... Just wherever he can reach.

Mark: Smile. You cannot tell me this isn’t him. He has that simp smile. He’d smile every time he sees you unconsciously, like that idiot smile you do when you are in love. But he’d do it all the time and honestly, it’s the cutest thing ever. 

Xiaojun: Touches your lips. Normally before kissing you. It’s the kind of guy that takes his time when he kisses you, so that moment of anticipation, with his eyes fixed on yours and slowly closing, it’s just perfect.

Hendery: Puts his arm around your shoulder. While walking, sitting, at the cinema, on public, he doesn’t care. It’s more of a signal letting everyone know you are dating, but definetely only does it when he’s in love.

Renjun: Kisses your temples. And in the cutest way possible. Whenever he does it, you just feel like there’s anything else in this world. He has the ability to make every single moment special and that’s a talent.

Jeno: Draws patterns on your neck/ Writes on your skin with his fingers. This is just so true, I’m 100% sure he does this. Just like Lucas he’d draw patterns unconsciously, but when he’s really needing to tell you just how much he loves you, he’d write the letters “I LOVE U” on your skin. 

Haechan: Worries/ Jokes around. Donghyuk seems like he’s always joking around, but he actually thinks a lot about it before saying it. So if he’s joking around it’s because he feels comfortable around you. And about the worry part. I feel like when he’s in love, everything that happens to his s.o. it’s like the world is ending. Would take worry about you all the time when he’s in love.

Jaemin: Kisses every inch of your body. He doesn’t waste a chance to kiss you. He’d kiss your forehead when he’s being cute, your lips when he’s been missing you, your hands when you’re cold... It’s a whole love language for him.

Yangyang: His words. Yangyang would be straight forward and he would let you know just how he’s feeling. He’s good with words so prepare to melt at his loving messages. “I love you” are the most common words in his vocabulary. 

Shotaro: Smiles. Just like Mark he gives out a lot with his smile. So obviously, he couldn’t hide the amount of love he feels towards you behind anything. Everyone would notice how he smiles at you. Such a cute boy :c.

Chenle: Jokes around. Just like Haechan, if he jokes around he’s feeling comfortable around you. You’ll know if he loves you when you are the person he jokes around the most.

Sungchan: Taps your head. He feels like he has to protect you, even if you are older. Tapping your head for him is just like saying “You are my favourite” He’d also worry a lot and protect you all the time.

Jisung: Long hugs. He feels protected in your arms, and he hopes you feel the same way when he hugs you. He’d not let you leave his arms for a while. If you are sad, you are going to receive a long cuddle session.

Masterlist --requests open--

[kaijime]

party favor

anon. I need me some dom tsukki for his birthday, like having him come home to his little girlfriend ready for him to get the best birthday gift he’s ever received i just need the birthday boy to degrade me then give some good aftercare

includes. tsukishima kei

cw. fem reader, degradation, dacryphilia ig? Humiliation and a hint of size kink, vaginal penetration, creampie(s)

a/n. I would let this boy use me and manhandle me. That’s all I have to say, your honor. Also happy birthday to the salty fry boy, I love him.

When he arrived at his house after a long day of practice he expected you to be in the kitchen, maybe cooking something with nothing but his old jersey and some booty shorts, he never expected you to be on your shared bed with your legs all spread out for him, ready to take him. “What’s all this?”

“Just a present for the birthday boy”

“And what would that present be?” he rushed to take off his clothes, his excited cock springing free from his boxers. You hum at the sight, it never fails to amaze you. He climbes on the bed and touches your thighs, bringing them even more apart to stare at your wet cunt. “Because all I see in front of me is a slut”

He brings a hand to rub your slit, touching your folds and gathering up some or your slick. “Is this all for me, how long have you been this wet?”

“All day daddy, I’ve been waiting for you to come home so you can fuck my little cunny just the way you like it, I’ve even prepped myself so you don’t have to do any work” he chuckles at your comments and removes his fingers from your heat and makes his way to your lips. He kisses you, a quick peck, shorter than you would’ve wanted it to be and he leans close to your ear and whispers a simple thank you.

He lines himself up at your entrance and enters you, making you squeak and hold onto him for dear life.

“You said you prepped yourself, so why are you so loud?” but you weren’t being loud, in fact, you tried not to make a peep, just like daddy likes it.

“H-hah... Tsuki you’re so bi-“

“Good whores don’t talk so much” he interrupted. His hips moved in a relentless pace that barely gave you time to breath and he folds your legs against your body. The new angle had him going deeper inside you, hitting the right spots every time. Your hips started moving on their own, grinding down to match his thrusts and his pelvic bone grazing your clit every time your skins slapped.

Maybe it was the way his sweat was running through his chest and making his muscles look fascinating, or maybe it was the big grin on his face but you were so close to your release you could cum right there. You let go of his back and move your hands around for something to hold onto. The sheets, you hold them with your fists until your knuckles are turned into a light shade of white, which was a bad decision since now you didn’t have a hand over your mouth to cover your whines.

“Oh please, if you’re just gonna cry about it I should pull out and go find someone who will behave better than you” you shake your head as tears roll down your eyes.

“N-no no please, I’ll be g-good”

“Little slut, clenching down on me, do you really get off on me degrading you?” and you nod your head quickly, anything he said right now you would agree with it, the only thing you were focusing on was the way he made you feel. “Such a bitch, just waiting for me to get home so I could ‘fuck your little cunny’?”

“Kei-... h-ah cumming... c-cumming!” you moan loudly as you slip a hand down and rub your clit, you begin to cum around him, his cock coated in your juices. He kept sinking his dick inside you until he blew his load, painting your insides white with his cum. You covered your face with your hands to remove any sweat and you were gonna get up to clean yourself but he grabbed your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done here you know, did you forget it’s my special day?” ah yes, it was his birthday and he was going to take full advantage of that fact. “On your knees”

You turn on you knees, hands in front of you and you arched your back to give him a better view of your ass.

“So obedient” he enters you again, rubbing a hand on your ass. “Doing just what daddy asked with no hesitation, you’re so desperate” then his hand slapped your cheek, the painful burn made you gasp, clenching on his cock at the pleasure. “Oh? Now you’re clenching again, doesn’t it hurt you? Every time I spank you?”

He emphasized the word ‘spank’ with another slap to your ass, the way his hand was imprinted on you with a light red tone made him laugh, it was fun to watch you struggle. He wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled your whole body towards him, your back leaning on his chest as you threw your head back to land on his shoulder.

“Let me see you cry baby, let me see you struggle and tremble to take me, you love being stuffed with a big cock don’t you?”

“Y-yes! I love it! I love it when you fill m-me up with your long c-cock... h-aah give me m-more Kei-i” his brutal pace wrecking your pussy, hitting your pelvis everytime. He lets go of your neck and grabs your wrists instead, keeping them pressed to your back so your face is squished against the pillow. Your tears stained the pillow, creating a wet spot beneath your eye level.

“Pl-please Ke-“

“Please what? What are you begging me for? I give you my cock and you still want more. How ungrateful, I shouldn’t even let you cum” and another slap too your ass, your eyes rolled back and you drool all over the pillow. “Only good girls get to cum, but you’re not being a good girl”

“I am a g-good girl, let m-me cum... I wanna c-cum!” his thrusts turned sloppy, a usual sign that he was close to his own orgasm. And then it hit you, the immense ecstasy mixed with his degrading comments made you cum, screaming his name and arching your back. Your vision blurry with white spots everywhere and he pulls out, sgrabbing his cock with his hand and positioning it to your back as he releases on your ass. The warm liquid coating your cheeks brings a smile to his face. You fall, your weak knees unable to hold you up any longer and you feel the bed shift from him stepping out of it.

He carries your sleepy body on his shoulder like a rag doll, but lays you gently on the bathtub knowing your body is sore. After he finished your bath he took one himself and came back to the room to find you half asleep and mumbling nonsense to yourself.

“What was that baby?”

“Did you like it? Your present?” he smiled, one of those wholehearted smiles, the ones he really means front the bottom of his heart and pushes a hair away from your face.

“I loved it” and he lands a small smooch to your forehead. “Good night”

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[fruitcoops]

okay so: coops and jily do the couple fear pong challenge (couple vs couple fear pong by cut for reference)?? pleaseee - m

Anon, you definitely read my mind with this. I’ve had this idea in the works for almost a month and I’m so glad you suggested it!! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for alcohol (beer)

“Are you ready to lose?” James asked as he set up a few lines of red Solo cups.

“Try me,” Remus shot back with a grin. Their respective partners shared an exasperated look.

“Hello, hockey fans, and welcome to Fear Pong! I’m your host, Marlene McKinnon.” Marlene set an armful of beer bottles on the ping pong table and began filling each team’s cups halfway.

“I’m Lily Potter, and this is my husband James.” Lily waved to the camera and stole one of Marlene’s bottles to take a sip. “Ugh. It’s like wheat-flavored moonshine.”

“I think she takes it as a challenge to find the worst alcohol,” Remus mused. “I’m Remus Lupin, the best winger on the Lions.”

“Shut it, Loops.”

“Bite me, Pots.”

“And I’m Sirius Black, the team captain,” Sirius said. “As you can see, this is going to get out of hand very fast.”

Marlene leaned on the table, looking between them with a grave expression. “The rules are simple. If you throw the ball and it lands in a cup, you have to do the dare on the coaster or drink the beer. The team who drinks all their cups first, loses. We’ll do the deadliest of games to decide who goes first: rock, paper, scissors. Choose your champions.”

Sirius and James moved to the front of the table. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

“Shit,” Sirius muttered as James’ paper defeated his rock.

James grinned as he headed back to his place. “I can already taste victory.” Lily took careful aim, and the ball landed perfectly in the center of their cups. “That’s my wife, everybody!”

Remus rolled his eyes and picked up the coaster. “Leave five hickeys on your teammate. Your opponent chooses where. Aw, man, everyone’s going to see them at practice.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to chicken out and drink?”

His jaw ticked. “Where.”

“One on his cheek, the rest on his neck.”

Sirius leaned down with a heavy sigh and Remus worked a hickey onto his cheek, pulling away with a soft pop and appraising it. “Not bad. Four more?”

“Four more.”

It took less than a minute for the rest of the marks to appear in a light lilac color. Remus licked his lips and picked up the ball. “Those are such weak hickeys!” James protested. “Come on, Loops, you’re better than that.”

“And yet they’re already done.” He picked up the ball and readied it. “Tragic.”

A few droplets of beer splashed out of the cup and Lily lit up when she read the dare. “Switch outfits with your partner. Oh, baby, you’re going to look gorgeous!”

“Do we get a screen or something?” James asked as Lily began unzipping the back of her dress. Two camera crew members came over with a large blanket and they stepped behind it; after a couple minutes of rustling, Lily emerged in her husband’s too-big sweatshirt with the cuffs of his jeans rolled up.

“Do you need a hand with the zipper?” she asked with a light laugh.

“Got it. Oh, wow, I look hot.” James came into view and Sirius held a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. The floral dress fell to his mid-thigh and the low neckline exposed quite a bit of his chest. He swayed back and forth, making the skirt twirl slightly. “Very breathy.”

“Alright, handsome, your turn.” Lily handed him the ball and he shot it—it bounced off the rim and Remus whooped.

“I can already taste victory,” he mimicked in a terrible Boston accent; James threw the backup ball at him and it smacked him in the forehead. “Ow!”

Unfortunately, Sirius’ throw also went wide, ending up down Lily’s baggy shirt. “Hang on, it’s in my cleavage. Nice aim, Cap.” She dug around for a moment as Sirius flushed, then emerged with the ball, giving it an elegant toss.

“Damn it,” Sirius muttered as he took the coaster. “Make out with your teammate for a minute, but one of you can’t move their lips or tongue. Again with the kissing? Really? Can’t we just switch clothes and call it a day?”

“Come on down to the front, pardner.” Marlene said with a false Southern twang, patting the backs of the two folding chairs she had set up. “Get your smooch on.”

“I can’t move my face, right?” Remus asked as he sat down across from Sirius. Marlene shook her head.

“Get it, Cap!” Lily cheered as he reached out to cup Remus’ jaw in his hands.

Sirius had to turn away and laugh for a second, rolling his shoulders out. “Okay, ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Why do you look like you’re gearing up for a game?” Sirius flicked him on the thigh and Remus pressed his lips together, still smiling slightly.

He started soft, placing slow kisses all over Remus’ mouth. “It says ‘make out’, Cap, come on!” James complained. “If that’s your idea of making out, you need to apologize to your fiancé.”

Remus raised his eyebrows and Sirius huffed a sigh, leaning back in for a proper kiss with a significant increase in tongue. Lily whooped and Remus’ shoulders began to shake with suppressed laughter—Sirius moved his hands to down to steady him as the timer continued counting.

“Ten seconds!” Marlene warned. The final buzzer went off and Sirius pulled away, wiping at his lips.

“That felt so weird,” Remus said as he dried his mouth off with his sleeve and tugged Sirius in by his wrist. “C’mere.”

Sirius bent down for a quick kiss before they walked back to their side. “Alright, our turn.”

“I get to throw it this time.”

“What? Why?”

Remus took the ball out of his hand and kissed his cheek. “I say this with all the love in the world, but you suck at beer pong. So does Pots, if that makes you feel better.” His shot spun around the rim of a cup before falling in with a clatter.

“Take an article of clothing off for every sexual partner you’ve had,” James read. “Aw, come on, I’m only wearing a dress and none of you want to see me naked.”

“You’re not wearing underwear?” Sirius looked mildly alarmed.

“I’ve had more than two partners, dude.”

Lily shrugged. “I’m not about to protest seeing you naked.”

“I would!” Remus and Sirius chorused with equal measures of horror. James rolled his eyes and downed the cup.

“James, you have to throw it,” Marlene interrupted as he handed the ball to Lily. “You need to switch each time.”

“Shit,” Lily muttered, giving it back. “Don’t fuck this up for us, honeybun.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He took careful aim, tossed it, and landed a perfect shot in one of the cups without a coaster. Sirius and Remus groaned as Lily cheered. “Hell yeah!”

Remus drank the beer as Sirius lined up the ball; it sailed through the air and bounced off two cups before sinking into the third. They high-fived with both hands while Lily took the dare out. “Call your parents and tell them you’re pregnant—oh, we can’t do this.”

“Why?” Remus snorted. “You’ve already done it once.”

“I would break my mother’s heart if she found out it was a prank.” James shook his head and passed Lily the cup. “I would get the lecture of a lifetime.”

“Can you imagine pranking poor Effie with fake grandbabies?” Lily asked as she drank.

“The guilt would eat me alive,” Sirius agreed. Lily lined up for another shot. “Miss, miss, miss, miss—fuck.”

“Call a friend and ask for a threesome.” Remus’ eyebrows shot up and he looked at Sirius. “As much as I want to win this game, there’s no way we’re doing that.”

“Hell no, I’m the captain. That’s an abuse of power or something.” Sirius drained the cup and set it aside, moving so Remus could get a better angle for his throw. It landed in one of the cups they had already hit and Lily cursed as she drank again.

“Marley, we need to have a talk about your alcohol.”

“I want you guys to know that I specifically asked for the shittiest beer they had that would get people drunk real quick,” Marlene said off screen. “It comes from a place of love.”

They traded three more shots back and forth, each one bouncing off the table or threatening to take someone’s eye out before James got a lucky shot. “I thought you said he was bad at this!” Sirius protested as he took the dare out.

“I thought he was!” Remus defended. “What do we have to do?”

“Let them paint us with glue and pour glitter on us.”

“Alright, let’s do it.”

“Shirts off, unless you want to ruin them,” Marlene said as she carted two containers of glue and some small buckets of glitter out. Remus and Sirius obliged, then stood on the clear tarp she had laid out. “Pots, Lils, go nuts.”

“This is the best day of my life,” James said gleefully as he took a paintbrush and began drawing a wobbly smiley face on Sirius’ torso.

“It’s so drippy.” Sirius let out a long exhale and bounced on his toes as James added polka dots and squiggles all over the place.

“What are you writing?” Remus asked as Lily began touching up her work. “Are those words?”

“Maybe. Glitter time!” Without further ado, she dug her hand into the bucket and threw a handful at Remus’ chest. It exploded in a small poof and only some of it stuck; he wrinkled his nose.

“It’s in my mouth.”

“Gay rights—oh shit that’s cold!” Sirius yelped, batting James away. “Just do the glitter already!”

“Don’t rush an artist!” Nevertheless, James went over and shook about half the bucket onto Sirius.

He spat out a mouthful of sparkles and glared. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that was necessary.”

“Whatever you want, David Bowie.”

“He looks more like Freddie Mercury to me,” Lily mused as she continued sprinkling glitter over Remus, revealing her name written in careful cursive. “This is going to be such a pain to wash off, you two.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Remus shook his hair out and a small waterfall of glitter fell out onto the tarp.

“Back to your stations, everyone!” Marlene called.

The game only got rowdier after that as each team did everything in their power to prevent dares, ranging from shaking the table to sneezing loudly each time someone squared up for a shot. Remus finally sank one and nearly smacked Sirius in the face with his celebratory fist pump as Lily groaned.

“Let the opponent pour ice water down your pants.” James frowned and looked to the camera crew. “I’m not wearing any pants.”

“You’re wearing underwear,” Marlene pointed out. His eyes went wide as she came out with two bowls of ice water and handed them to Sirius and Remus, whose smiles were downright maniacal.

“I really hope you’re done having kids,” Sirius said as James turned around. “On three. One, two—”

Both of them shouted in shock; Remus burst out laughing as Sirius shook the final few ice cubes into James’ underwear. “That was not three!” Lily tugged at her pantlegs and ice cascaded out, darkening the fabric along the way. “Aw, it looks like I peed myself.”

James braced his hands on the table and leaned forward, taking deep, slow breaths. “I can’t feel my balls,” he managed. “Holy fuck, that’s so weird.”

“It’s like a punch bowl down there.” Lily grimaced and picked up the ping pong ball. “I hope you two are ready for payback.”

Her throw was immaculate, despite both Sirius and Remus blowing on it as it arced over the table. “This is terribly convenient,” Remus said. “Wear a childbirth simulator for fifteen seconds each.”

“Fifteen seconds?” Lily swung around to the camera in disbelief. “I was in labor for four hours!”

“You’re also way stronger than we are,” Remus laughed as Sirius helped Marlene drag a beanbag out onto the glittery tarp.

“Who’s up first?” she asked.

“Sirius,” Lily said without hesitating. “He kicked off my labor, he gets to know what it felt like.”

“Do I get any choice in this?” Sirius asked, though he was already laying down and brushing glitter off his torso to make room for the sensors. Lily took the remote and pressed a few buttons. “Should I apologize now or—shit! Shit, shit, mon dieu, c’est horrible, s’il vous plait, owwwww.”

His hand collided with Remus’ and he grabbed it, squeezing it tight as James watched, wide-eyed, from the sidelines. “Baby, you’re going to break my hand,” Remus wheezed.

Marlene’s timer went off and Sirius scrambled to tear the sticky pads off, practically throwing himself off the beanbag. “That was hell. Lily, don’t ever feel like you need to have children again.”

Remus swallowed thickly as he took Sirius’ place, settling back into the cushions. “Hold my hand?”

“Please don’t break my fingers.”

Remus’ knee jerked up on reflex as soon as Lily turned it on and he yelled, eyes flaring wide with surprise. “Motherfucker! Ohhhh my god this is what death feels like. This is what death feels like, I hate I hate it Sirius Black do not let go of my hand.”

“Four hours,” Lily said mildly as he gritted his teeth and Sirius winced at his grip.

The cheerful jingling of the timer made Remus nearly sob with relief; he peeled the sensors off his skin and immediately went over to hug Lily. “You are the most incredible person I know. Please never make us do that again.”

“You chose to do it, Glitter Boy,” she laughed, giving him a playful shove after returning the hug. “Fire away, Cap.”

James had to drink, then Remus, then Lily, and after her shot went wide, Sirius landed a miracle throw. “Let the opposing team shave your head,” James read. He looked up at them and narrowed his eyes. “Touch my hair and I’ll end you.”

“We only have two left,” Lily warned as he took the cup and drank it. “And only one has a dare.”

“I’m not going to sacrifice my hair to win bragging rights.”

His next shot was a laser throw that nearly knocked over the cup it landed in. Sirius’ shoulders slumped when he took the coaster. “Let the opponent smash a pie in your face.”

“Could be worse.” Remus shrugged. “I’m glad I didn’t wear my nice pants today.”

“These chairs are going to live in my nightmares,” he said as they returned to the tarp. Lily and James carefully took the whipped-cream pies from the camera crew.

“Woah, what’s that?!” Lily shouted all of a sudden. Remus startled, turning to look at her, only to get a full pie slammed directly into his face. James didn’t hesitate—he really put his hips into it, and some whipped cream splattered back onto the table.

“Moisturizing is very important,” he said, rubbing the pie in slow circles around Sirius’ face until almost all of it was coating his skin. “Sugar scrubs are all the rage.”

“Do I look exfoliated, sweetheart?” Sirius asked, turning in Remus’ general direction.

“If I could see anything right now, I would say no.” Remus wiped his eyes off and flicked the cream at Lily, who quickly stepped backwards. Sirius leaned over and licked Remus’ cheek, laughing, until Remus grabbed Lily’s mostly-empty pie tin and shoved it in his face.

“I deserved that,” he said, voice muffled by aluminum and filling.

The video cut for a moment, and when it returned, the four of them were pie-free and back at the table. The game had clearly continued off-camera, because each team only had one cup left. Their cheeks were significantly more flushed than before.

“Just out of curiosity,” Marlene cut in as Sirius picked up the ball. “On a scale of 1-10, how drunk do you think you are right now?”

Lily made a face. “Maybe, like, a four?”

“Three,” James said.

“Yeah, three.” Sirius hiccupped at the end of his sentence, clearly startling himself. “…three and a half.”

“I’ll have to agree with the collective,” Remus said. “Not anywhere close to drunk drunk, because it’s shitty beer, but pleasantly buzzed. Take the average of everyone else and that’s…about three and a third? The math is skewed if Sirius goes with three and a half instead. I dunno.”

There was a beat of quiet before James shook his head. “Only you would do tipsy math to calculate how drunk you are instead of guesstimating like the rest of us. Fuckin’ nerd.”

“Fuck off, you can’t even do addition.”

Sirius threw the ping pong ball before the argument could get any more heated and it bounced off the table, hitting James right on the cheek. “Oops.”

“Hey!” It was James’ turn to throw next, and he deliberately aimed for Sirius’ face—Sirius ducked and it flew past him, hitting something off screen with a clatter. “Sorry!”

“Ha! That’s what you get.”

Remus rolled his eyes and took the ball; it went into James and Lily’s final cup despite their defense tactics. “Ah, shit,” Lily muttered as she picked up the coaster. “Pour beer into your partner’s mouth using only your feet. J, do you trust me with this?”

“I love you, but no.”

“That’s fair. To the tarp!”

Remus and Sirius watched with far too much glee as Lily laid down and Marlene put a fresh beer cup between the soles of James’ feet. “Ready?” he asked her. She nodded and opened her mouth as he began slowly tilting it.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Remus and Sirius chanted from the sidelines. About halfway through, the cheap plastic cup folded and rolled out of James’ grip, bouncing off Lily’s nose and falling to the floor.

She sat up quickly, checking her hair as the last of the liquid formed a puddle on the tarp. “Is it in my hair?”

All three men squinted at her. “Nope,” James said after a moment. “All good. Did we complete the dare?”

Marlene made an ‘ehh’ noise as she tossed them a towel to mop up the spill. “You didn’t finish the cup…”

“The coaster said nothing about finishing!” Sirius protested. “They did what they were asked.”

“Babe, we want them to lose,” Remus muttered.

Sirius winced. “Right. My bad.”

Both Remus and Lily heaved a sigh as they went back to their positions. It was Lily’s throw next—neither of them tried to prevent the inevitable and the resignation on their faces when the ball landed with a gentle plop aged them by ten years. Remus slid the coaster out. “Huh. Not bad. Let the opponent give you both three-minute makeovers.”

“Dibs on Remus,” Lily said immediately. He looked rather flattered by that and Sirius groaned.

“Pots, I don’t trust you with makeup.”

“Smart boy. Get over here and let me make you handsome.” James grinned and took the container of makeup supplies from Marlene, patting the two chairs at the front. “Lils, I don’t know what half this stuff is.”

“That just makes it more fun!” she said cheerfully as Remus sat down and she rummaged through the various bottles and brushes. “If we only have three minutes, I think we should do something simple and pretty. The glitter is really going to make it better.”

“Three minutes is so much time!” James laughed. Both Marlene and Lily gave him incredulous looks. “No?”

“Honey, it takes me twenty minutes to do a full face of makeup in the morning.”

“Jesus.”

“Time starts…now!” Marlene tapped her phone and Lily uncapped a dark pencil; Remus leaned away from her as she neared his face with it.

“What is that?”

“Eyeliner.”

“Please don’t blind me.”

Lily scoffed. “Have a little faith, Loops.”

James on the other hand, grabbed some mascara and began shakily applying it to Sirius’ lashes. “This is surprisingly difficult. How do I know if it’s working?”

“Usually you can see the color transfer over.”

“My eyelashes are already black,” Sirius said, wincing as James jabbed the side of his nose. “Watch it.”

“They’re also really long,” Lily said as she continued drawing a steady line along Remus’ lids. “Mascara might not do very much for the lucky bastard.”

“It’s not my fault I have long eyelashes!” Sirius protested as James moved on to the second eye.

“Do you have any idea how many women would kill do have those?”

“Ten seconds!” Marlene called. Lily swore under her breath and began putting the finishing touches on the second eye. “And…done!”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I feel hot as hell,” Remus laughed, batting his eyes at the camera. Marlene handed him a mirror and his eyebrows rose. “Thank you, Lily, I look so fancy.”

“My eyes are sticking together.” Sirius grimaced and blinked a few times so the clumpy mascara would settle. He looked over at Remus and went still.

“What?”

“You—hmm.” He paused for a second. “You look really nice. Very punk rock.”

Remus smiled. “Thanks. Some of your glitter stuck to the mascara, so you’re very sparkly right now.”

“Re, you have light eyes, which helped a bit,” Lily explained as she tossed the eyeliner and mascara into the makeup container. “Contrasting colors always pop better, and everyone looks sexy in eyeliner.”

“I wore it for Halloween last year and it was awesome,” James said, heading back to the table.

“Final throws!” Marlene called. All four of them looked over in surprise. “Did you all forget the point of the game? Loser is whoever drinks their cup first.”

Remus turned Sirius by his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. “Please, please don’t miss this throw.”

“As if I’m letting James fucking Potter beat us in beer pong,” Sirius scoffed, kissing his forehead before lining up for the shot; it bounced off the rim and dropped right in. The room exploded into noise as Marlene blew the victory airhorn and Remus and Sirius began jumping up and down, yelling incoherently. James and Lily both groaned as he drank their last cup.

“Do we get a prize?” Remus asked.

“Bragging rights,” Marlene said as she took their empty cups. “I might have some Lions merch—”

Four hasty ‘no thank you’s answered and she laughed, shaking her head.

“Alright, sign us off!”

“Thanks for watching, Lions! I’m Sirius Black—”

“I’m Remus Lupin.”

“I’m Lily Potter.”

“And I’m James Potter.”

Marlene popped into view one more time. “Quick disclaimer: we do have a designated driver waiting today. Remember to like and subscribe for more Lion Pride content!”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

You remember that soft heat rut ask you got a while ago? I’td be SO great to see you write something like that with the construction boys, love me sum good soft smut

Oooh good point there anon, good point. Let's see what I can whip up 👍

Scrapper and Mix had been together for a long, long time. In that amount of time, Scrapper had come to notice how stuff changed. Sari got older, Arcee and Ratchet tied the knot, Bumblebee became a member of the elite guard, etc. One thing that didn't change? His Mixie.

"Aaand...done!"

Scrapper had just finished setting everything up. Their bed was nice and cozy, full of Mix's favorite pillows and blankets. Freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. Pair that with new, fresh towels, and even a basket full of his favorite snacks. Mix and Scrapper grew as bots, but heat cycles were something that never changed. Mix's was bound to hit at sometime today (Scrapper always marked it on the calender), so Scrapper was ready. He took today off from work, and had only JUST started to finish cleaning.

"I think I still have time."

Scrapper hopped into their showers, helping himself to a cleaning. He wasn’t sure if he had time for a nice hot wax like he wanted, but at least he got that soap Mix loved so much. He always liked cinnamon apple. He finished quickly, and was in the middle of drying himself off, when the doorbell rang. Scrapper put the towel on his head, and dashed for the door.

"Mixie! You're home! You were runnin' late, thought I had more time!"

Mix chuckled, lifting up the bag in his hand for Scrapper to see.

"I needed a drive to clear my head, then I decided to pick up somethin' for tonight."

Scrapper peeked into the bag, damn near giddy. Mix got not only oil, but the GOOD oil, stuff that wasn't at all cheap.

"Aw! Well don't you make me feel all special. Come here."

He held onto his cheeks, and smooched his lips. Mix's body couldn't help itself. He was already getting the heat symptoms; a bit more frisky than usual, a bit foggy in the head. It was why Scrapper didn't give him too hard of a time as he grabbed his aft, despite the fact that it made him jump.

"Scrappy-"

"Ah ah ah. You know the rules. Shower. I JUST cleaned, and ya still got cement on your servos."

"Thought you liked that."

"Not enough to wash everything, especially before we get started. Shower time, Mixie cakes."

He swiped the bag from his hand, winking at him ad he made his way into the kitchen. Mix looked at him longily, before he forced himself to hit the showers. Scrapper grabbed a bucket, poured some ice into it, and after grabbing some cups, walked back upstairs. He set the bucket down next to all the snacks, and he wasn't gonna lie, he was impressed with the set up.

"I think I outdid myself this time around. He better like it."

He double checked that he had everything, when Mix walked into the room, towel at his waist. He looked at the set up, lightly shaking his head.

"Ya maroon. You way overdid this shit again. I don't need all of dis."

"You hush. Come on you, get comfy."

Mix rolled his optics, before obeying, laying back and getting comfortable. Scrapper hopped into berth, and sat on top of him, holding onto one of his hands and looking it over.

"You were trying to do it in the shower again, weren't you?"

"...no."

Mix always hated the idea of needing someone to 'coddle' him. Its why every heat cycle, he tried to touch himself beforehand, and everytime it failed.

"Is that why you look so grumpy?"

"I ain't grumpy, I'm pissed."

Mix hated his heat cycle, he really did. Not just because he was super horny, that wasn't new. What was new, was the fact that he didn't want to throw Scrapper around or be choked. He wanted Scrapper to make his valve happy. And when Scrapper opened him up, seeing that soaked, puffy valve of his, he realized he had so much work to do. Scrapper pouted, slowly running his servo in between the folds. Mix wanted to talk, but he was reduced to whimpers when Scrapper covered his mouth. The pheromones from a bot in heat could make anyone horny, even the bot in question.

"Shh. It's okay. It's okay. I got you. I always got you. I'm gonna take care of you, all night long. Your poor little valve."

Scrapper peeled his hand away, and leaned in to kiss him. Mix's lips were hungry, sinking into his kiss ravenously. Then Scrapper introduced a finger to his valve. Mix's hands gripped onto his shoulders, already putty in his hands. He kept his lips locked onto his, letting Mix swear against him as he continued to finger and massage his wet walls.

Then he overloaded. It was a quick one, one that made Mix's valve leak all over his hand. He pulled away from the kiss, grinning at Mix's flushed face. The first one was always quick, and not enough.

"You ready, Mixie cakes?"

"You act like this is the first time I've taken ya before."

"Well no, but I like making sure. You're SUPER sensitive right now, I'd hate to overwhelm you. You remember our first heat."

"You stuck your dick in my unlubed aft, rather than my valve. Yeah, I remember, you dumbshit."

Scrapper chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah...sorry about that. It's just why I'm careful now. I don't wanna hurt my big, precious mech again."

"Don't...say it like that."

"Aw, are you embarrassed? Is it because I talk to you in that voice? The one where I make you feel like a big baby? A big ol' baby who gets lots of kissy wissys?"

He held onto his face, decorating it in smooches, and Mix loved it. He squirmed in his arms, and his breath quickened considerably. Mix in heat was aroused by affection, and Scrapper was VERY equipped to handle his little kink. The little kisses to his face, the stupid baby talk, it left Mix shaking, whimpering on the spot.

"Scrappy, c-come on, been dealin' with this slag for like, a week. Stop teasin', PLEASE."

"Aw...you begging is cute, I don't wanna. But fine, I'm not mean, and I love you so so so much."

Scrapper gave his forehead a kiss, before opening his spike panel, and rubbing his spike against him. Mix ACTUALLY jumped up a bit, grip desperate as he held onto his arms. Scrapper chuckled, trying to not push himself in just yet, despite how tempted he was. His valve was hot, damn near steaming, and his spike wanted to make him feel better.

"Scraps-"

"You okay? You jumped on me, was that too fast?"

"No. N-no, I'm. I'm fine. I just. Fucking shit Scrappy just slide it in, PLEASE!"

There was no proper way to slide in, ultimately. Every single way was overstimulating. So long as it didn't hurt, Scrapper had to just settle for going on in. So, he did just that. He pushed himself inside his big, tight valve, and sat there. Mix's pedes thrashed under them, messing up the blankets below them. He didn't move. He was waiting for the sign, waiting for Mix to silently tell him it was okay.

Then Mix dig his servos into his back, and that was all he needed. He started to thrust into him. It wasn’t slow and soft like how he personally enjoyed, but quick, rough, enough to make the room filled with the sounds of metal and metal, and wet slams of a lengthy spike fucking a big valve. Mix was moaning under him, whining and swearing and begging for more and more. In between the soft, hungry kisses, Scrapper was just as putty in Mix's hands and vise versa.

"You're already close, Mixie."

"Shut...up. No I'm fucking not."

He was such a prideful liar. He nudged his face up, and peppered his neck in kisses, letting Mix whine in his arms.

"You don't gotta act all macho on me, bro. I'm here for you. I wanna make all that itch go away. I don't judge you for how quickly you overload. You're my big, manly mech, no matter what. Come on. Overload around me. I'll fill you up. You like it when you get filled. Go ahead. I'll give you as many many as you need after. Promise."

Mix still clung on to his overload, for just a moment, before he raked his servos down his hack, and overloading. Scrapper was forced to stay put as his valve tightened around him, squeezing the overload right out of him. They sat in each other's embrace, steam rolling out of their frames and condensation staining the sheets below them. Scrapper gave Mix a minute, before he pulled out of him, and sat down right next to his poor, exhausted Mixie.

"I hate you."

"You're just embarrassed. Here."

He smacked his face with his towel, helping himself to one as well. Mix grumbled like the sourpuss he was as he wiped himself down.

"Alright, alright. I am. Just...a bit. But you did good, and I mean that."

Scrapper grinned, reaching over to the basket of snacks. Little oil cakes, Mix's favorite, and peanut butter flavored, just how he liked them.

"I try. You deserve it."

"I...thank you. It means a lot to me."

"Oh its no problem, they're getting to be a pretty common flavors nowadays-"

"No. I mean...for this. All of this. You know this sucks, and you make it suck a little less."

Scrapper leaned in to kiss his forehead, before snuggling into him.

"Anythin' for you, bro."

They sat there, stuffing their faces full of shitty snacks, wrappers thrown onto the floor, to be dealt with later.

"Scraps?"

"Yeah?"

"We should totally fuck again."

"Its been five minutes."

"Your point?"

Scrapper rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

Things were going to get much more heated between them.

[bunnyywritings]

How would the main 3 react to making their crush laugh so hard they're crying and then they snort-

making their crush cry with laughter

[a/n: thank you for the request anon!! I’m guessing you mean the the main 3 for bnha 🥰 this is so adorable, apologies if it’s a little short hehe enjoy -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

izuku midoriya

✰ you caught this poor boy off guard

✰ i think midoriya is the type that’s funny without really meaning to be? Like he’ll turn red and stutter when he’s embarrassed and it makes you laugh a bit?

✰ he doesn’t really mind that you’re kinda laughing at him

✰ he just thinks you have an adorable laugh

✰ plus he knows there’s no ill intent behind it

✰ so when he makes you laugh so hard that you start tearing up and getting red in the face

✰ he’s very very proud of himself

✰ but when you snort?

✰ he starts to giggle a bit because he thinks that your little snort is so very cute and endearing

✰ it’s also a little funny to him that you get embarrassed about it

✰ 10/10 will always try his hardest to get you to laugh that hard

✰ just so he can hear you snort

-

“There’s no way!”

“I swear I can.” He noddded eagerly, turning away from you. You waited curiously, until he turned back around. Your eyes widened.

His face was contorted in ways that you didn’t think was possible for him. The sharp and deep contours casting half of his face in shadows.

“Not to worry! I am here!” His voice was a few octaves lower. He was impersonating All Might, very well.

“Oh my god!” He watched as your draw dropped and your laugh filled his ears. Keeping up his imitation, he continued to mumble silly things that the pro hero would never say.

“Young Midoriya! I am-“ You eyes got impossibly bigger as the pro hero entered the dorms, pausing as he watched the absolute ridiculousness happening in front of him.

“A-All Might?!” Midoriya’s face went back to normal, blushing and absolutely terrified that his idol caught him mid imitation. The tears left your eyes, hand slapping over your mouth as a short escaped your nose. You were in hysterics. It took everything in Midoriya to not grab your face and plant a big smooch on your lips. All Might could see how his protege looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. With a small smile, he shook his head and made his way over to Aizawa’s living quarters.

bakugo katsuki

✷ you laugh at him all the time

✷ well...let me rephrase

✷ you laugh at the things he SAYS all the time

✷ being apart of the bakusquad was such a delight

✷ there was never a dull moment, especially when Bakugo was yelling at Denki

✷ his insults and comparisons were always hilarious to hear to see what would come out of his mouth next

✷ he stares at you for a bit

✷ he’s kinda confused, he’s never heard you laugh so hard

✷ “the hell are you laughing at?!”

✷ the blush on his cheeks made him all the less intimidating

✷ you couldn’t even answer him, a snort leaving your throat instead of words

✷ the sound surprising the both of you, embarrassment filling your body as your boisterous laughter continued to ring in his ears

-

You had been chilling with Mina in the common room, minding your own business when Denki comes running in and screaming about god knows what. The sound of Bakugo’s shouts not that far behind him.

“What is it now?” You asked boredly, scrolling through tik tok when a phone thumped into your lap and Denki his behind the couch. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you pressed play on the video. It was of Bakugo baby talking a stray cat. He had a soft smile on his face as he scratched the feline behind the ears. Denki and Kirishima’s quiet snickering could be heard in the video before Bakugo turns around. All calmness from his face contorting into anger.

“Oi! IDIOTS!” the blush on his cheeks made it all the more funny. Bakugo stomped into the common room, stopping when he heard your laughter.

“Bakugo, you’re such a softie!” Your laughs made his blush deepen as the others teased him.

“The hell are you laughing at?!” He growled, his voice cracking in the slightest. A snort left your throat, followed by babbling of incoherent words as you continued to laugh. Tears leaking out of your eyes, cheeks a deep red. He tried really hard to be upset but if he got to hear your laughter at the expense of being teased by his friends, he’d do it 100 times over.

He was whipped for you.

todoroki shoto

❆ todoroki is another one who’s funny without meaning to be

❆ remember the hand crusher thing?

❆ he always enjoys hearing you laugh though

❆ he likes the way his heart beats faster and his body fills with warmth

❆ he also likes the way your nose crinkles up

❆ he’s quite used to you laughing at things he says

❆ always having you explain to him why it was funny

❆ so when he makes an off hand joke about his dad

❆ your eyes widened before you basically explode with laughter

❆ so much so that you were gasping for air

❆ causing you to snort laugh

❆ he’s never heard it before but I he thinks it’s adorable

❆ your head was thrown back as you continue to laugh, blush on your cheeks, wide smile splitting your lips

❆ he felt the butterflies in his tummy come alive

❆ he decided that he liked making you laugh like that

-

He stared, forehead creased in confusion.

“What-?” He couldn’t really think of anyone to say. His cheeks flushing pink when it meowed, pawing the air.

“Isn’t he cute? He reminded me of you.” You were holding up a kitten that you had found stranded in the middle of the street. It had peered up at you with wide blue and grey eyes, paired with the pure white fur. It instantly reminded you of him.

Throughout the day, he saw you give the kitty constant love and affection. He had found himself a little jealous. Even if you weren’t his s/o, he felt very strongly about sharing your attention. Especially with such an adorable creature. Once you had gotten up and gone to the restroom, he took his chance. Picking up the kitten and putting it in his lap, gently scratching its ears and watching in awe as it nuzzled into his palm.

“I have no choice but to think of you as my enemy.” He sighed, the kitten only tilting its head in confusion. “You see, I can’t compete with you. You have something that I don’t. Once I figure it out, I will definitely be the winner in this feud.”

You stood there eyes widening after having listened to everything he had said. You snorted, failing to keep your laughter at bay. He looked up at you and watched as you clutched your chest. Tears coming out of your eyes.

“Oh Sho, there’s no need to compete.” He tilted his head at your words, staring up at you as you approached. Your heart beat as you looked into his wide eyes. “You’ve already won my heart.”

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