#brown tingz

[y0urtemptation]

Brown eyed gyal with the biggest heart 🥰🩵✨

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I got so much done today and I’m so happy! Clean kitchen, all the dishes done, clean bathroom, clean living room, finally ALL of my ridiculous amount of Christmas decorations put away lol. Valentine’s Day decor is up 💕🥰 Having a clean and happy home can be so underrated, be appreciative because sometimes you truly do not know what you have until it’s gone. Sending lots of love and light, always ✨

[reinabarbie]

face so pretty b*tches wish they could slice me 🔪

[litwhorees]

last Jacoby post I promise but pls 😭 he clearly wants to be back here all his besties are here 🥺

[onlybuilt4expensivetaste]

[wildandmoody]

i went to petco to get some fish supplies and food and i saw the cuuuuutest most beautiful purple-and-blue betta fish. he looked a little bigger than the others so he was prob there a while. actually there were plenty of veiltails left back, i honestly dunno why veiltails r unpopular bc they are so so so cute and pretty. anyway i wanted to steal take home that purple veiltail so badly but the tank is still cycling and not ready. SAD!

[liquoricebxxxh]

He wan’ be Christopher so bad- 😭

[calibabii21]

this or that: same name song edition

[blorbocedes]

christian showing up in a crisp white shirt to seb's arts and crafts bee event while toto, fred, zak brown are noticeably absent. just redbull golden boy tingz

[shinestarhwaa]

INFERNO || PARK SEONGHWA

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.88K

Tags/Warnings: Singles Inferno AU/Dating show AU, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Blowjob, Facefucking, Dirty talk, Praise&Degradation, Dom!Seonghwa, Breeding kink, Sooo much kissing like they literally don't stop

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630

For context: in Singles Inferno there are 2 places Inferno ("hell") and paradise. If you and another person both vote each other you can be a match and you get a night in paradise (a luxury hotel) where you are allowed to get to know each other. I really recommend watching the show on Netflix! I've been enjoying it so far :)

ENJOY!

It was exciting, this new flame. You had participated in a new season of a dating show on Netflix and in the finale you and another male contestant happened to choose each other as the person they wanted to date.

Seonghwa had been like no other. His style and persona were so unique, radiant and intriguing. His eyes big and round like boba pearls, defined nose and plush-looking lips, lucious hair and abs sculpted by the finest artists.

He was tender and kind, even a bit silly if you got closer to him. You came in late so your mindset was a bit negative as you figured most of the contestants must have found their match already. But Seonghwa was different.

Ever since you got on the island he has been nothing but caring to you, making sure you felt included and even offering a hand or arm when you were walking over the rocks down at the beach. You had no idea that Seonghwa was so glad to see your arrival. None of the others had truly matched his taste but you, he found you exquisite. How could it be inferno when there was an angel right beside him?

Now the show was over you could finally meet alone, without any camera's which was a relief, but also scary. You didn't have the most pleasant experiences with men so you were a bit damaged in that sense, fearing that Seonghwa wasn't a good guy after all.

Seonghwa proved you differently, taking you out for dinner and being an amazing listener as well as sharing stories about himself. He paid, checked in on your wellbeing and kissed your cheek as he dropped you off back home. He was the perfect, sweet boy, a true blessing.

But he was too perfect. He looked too fine and he had the audacity not to kiss you on the lips. He had the audacity not to push you against the wall and make out with you. He had the audacity of not taking off your clothes and licking your hot skin and make you shiver. How dare he not make your toes curl?

You were aware that some people have a slower pace but you have known each other for weeks now and you've dropped all the hints. After the 4th date you screamed in your pillow out of sexual frustration. Could anyone blame you though? He's literally sex on legs for God's sake.

Today you had your fifth date with him and the trees slowly turned red and brown, leaves falling down onto the wet pavement. You started to miss the summer as it was so gloomy and the summer reminded you of the happiness that Seonghwa brought into your life.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked with a smile. You hesitated. You could make something up right now and shrug it off, or you could be straightforward and honest. You decided on the last one.

"Seonghwa why won't you kiss me?" You asked as you stood still in front of your doorstep. He was taken aback to say the least, surprised at your words. "What...You... You want me to kiss you?"

You stared at him blankly. 'You want me to kiss you?' Who did this man think he was? The hell was he on? Yes you do!

"Well isn't that obvious?" You grinned. Seonghwa smiled and nodded. "I... I thought I saw some signs but I promised myself I wouldn't rush into anything. I didn't wanna waste my chance on you and I... I enjoyed getting to know you."

"You're too sweet, God, I really... I really appreciate that... Because not many men think like that," you said with a smile as you caressed his arm, "but I am still a woman. With needs. A woman who wants her man to throw her on the bed and ravish her. A woman who needs to have her man's tongue between her legs."

"Her man?" Seonghwa said with a smile. You laughed and smacked his chest. "That's all you got from that story?!"

"No, no, I did not but I... I like the sound of that... Being your man. Are we a thing then?" "You mean like boyfriend/girlfriend? I think we are," you nodded. He smiled and caressed your cheek softly before leaning in. "Well if you're my girlfriend...," he started, but you did not let him finish as you crashed your lips together.

You stumbled through the hall, clumsily taking your shoes and coats off, barely being able to hang those on the coatrack. His kisses were intense and made you weak at the knees. The way his hands slid over your body ignited a fire inside your core you didn't know you had. You took his hands and tried to get up the stairs and kiss at the same time but you didn't make it and you sat down on one of the steps. That's where your sweaterdress was taken from your body, leaving you in your underwear in front of your new boyfriend.

He grunted as he left little kisses, nibbles and bites down your neck and soft flesh of your chest. Seonghwa pulled down your underwear and spread your legs, admiring the wetness that he created.

"Fuck, precious," he muttered against your lips as his fingers slid between your folds, smearing out the slick arousal. Even the tips of his fingers on your sex nearly sent you to heaven. Nothing else mattered in the moment, it was only you and him, on the stairs frankly.

His tongue slid over your bottom lip as he entered your cunt with 2 of his fingers, spreading and scissoring you open. "God, baby you're fucking perfection. You wanted this right? Just like this? Is my baby satisfied now?"

You nodded and moaned as you hastily pressed kisses to his lips. "Yes, yes, fuck this feels good," you nodded. "Yeah? Is this spontaneous and hot enough for my princess?"

Seonghwa's fingers were slender and moved so gracefully between your legs. Soon enough they found your g-spot, making you moan out and arch your back. "Oh, Hwa, babe, fuck!"

He made you go insane with the power of his fingers, giving you no time to relax. "F-fuck, where did you learn this?" You panted out as he rubbed your clit with his thumb as he kept ramming his fingers against your g-spot, making you squirm.

"Gotta make you cum now, talk later," he said with a smirk as he thrusted a few more times before you finally came, squirming and moaning out his name loudly. "God, I love the sounds you make, Y/N," he spoke as he pulled his fingers from you, licking your juices off of them.

"Your hand feels so much better than mine, wow," you sighed. Seonghwa grinned as he helped you up. Before he could rush upstairs you crashed your lips on his again, tasting your own arousal on his lips. You took off his sweater and started undoing his belt as he slowly guided the two of you up the stairs.

Finally you got to the bedroom and all you and Seonghwa had on was your bra and his underwear, which you tugged down the moment you hit the bed. "Fuck," you cursed as your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. He smirked and propped himself up on his elbows. "You wanna taste that?"

"Yes, yes I wanna taste it, Hwa," you confessed as you spat on your hand and stroked his cock up and down a few times. "Go ahead then," he said, encouraging you with a nod of his head.

Seonghwa's head fell back the moment you took his length into your mouth. You weren't one to take it slow, instead you took a lot of him right away and eagerly bobbed your head up and down. You couldn't help it, the only thing you wanted was his cock down your throat and you couldn't wait much longer.

"Fuck, so eager, aren't you my dear? Want my cock that bad, huh?"

You moaned around his member as he thrusted up in your mouth suddenly, hands in your hair, forcing you down on him. Tears formed in your eyes as you gagged on his dick.

"That's what you wanted isn't it? You wanted spontaneous, you wanted rough, you wanted my cock, didn't you? So you better take it now."

And like the good girl you were you couldn't do anything else than take it, or let him take you instead. His eyes rolled back into his head as he rutted into your hot, wet mouth. You could hardly breathe at times but suffocating on Park Seonghwa's dick was quite a good way to go if you were honest.

Suddenly Seonghwa pulled out and threw you down on the bed, face forward into the sheets. He took a hold of your hips and pulled them up so he had a good view on your ass. Seonghwa positioned himself behind you and stroked his cock a few times before sliding into your awaiting cunt.

"Fuck, such a pretty princess... And so needy aren't you? Your pussy's sucking my cock in so well baby, you really wanna get fucked huh?"

"Y-Yes, Hwa! Fuck, I want you inside me, want you to fuck me, fuck me full!"

"Fuck you full, huh? Does baby want me to breed her tight little pussy? Fill it up with my cum and stuff her full?" You nodded and screamed out his name as he started to firmly thrust into you. "Y-Yes, yes! That's what I want, oh fuck, that's what I want, fuck me full, I'll take it all, fuck! Please, breed me, breed me, breed me," you pleaded.

"Breed you huh?" He smirked as his thrusts got faster and harder. You moaned uncontrollably as his cock fit you so perfectly and moved deliciously along the sensitive walls of your core.

"Shit, you're fucking heaven, fucking paradise baby, really," he moaned out as he felt his high coming up, muscles in his abdomen tightening. Suddenly, like a wave of arousal he came, hard and deep inside you with a loud moan. His cum filled you up so well, it felt hot and warm and it left you shaking as he send you over the edge as well.

Ever since that moment Seonghwa never held back anymore. He fucked you everywhere he could. Now the days were slowly getting colder and rainier, and eventually snowy, it was better to stay inside, so he visited your house nearly everyday after work to fuck you senseless.

"P-please, please Seonghwa!" You begged as Seonghwa pressed kisses down your jawline and neck, cock slowly moving in and out of your cunt to tease you. "What is it baby?" He smirked, knowing damn well what he was doing.

It had been about three months now and he kept fucking you, nearly each time better than the previous one. He fucked into you with long, sensual strokes, making you desire him more than ever before.

"Fuck, you're such a little angel, how could I ever have met you in inferno, hm?" He said with a flirty wink. "Well stop putting me in inferno with all your teasing and just fuck me, just fuck me full Seonghwa, god damn it, please!"

[squeezesublime]

people you'd like to get to know better

tagged by @simvanie!!!

Last Song

II HANDS II HEAVEN by Beyoncé - Ever since COWBOY CARTER was released, I just cannot get enough of this song for whatever. It is five minutes of total PERFECTION in my mind and nothing will change that otherwise.

Favorite Color

Forest green! I have so many sweaters in this color and feel like it is so versatile and can be paired with so many everyday colors (blues, blacks, grays, browns, etc.)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy

I definitely have more of a sweet tooth when it comes to different cakes, breads, and cookies. But I also enjoy the sweetness and savory blend of flavors like BBQ, honey mustard, etc.

Currently Watching

The Golden Girls, Girls5eva, Griselda, and Invincible (a hodgepodge of a bunch of stuff lol)

Relationship Status

Currently in a short-term relationship with this really cute guy that unfortunately may or may not be moving in a couple months. But I absolutely and thoroughly enjoy all the time I get to spend with him now! ☺️

Current Obsessions

✦ COWBOY CARTER by Beyoncé (duh!) ✦ Hanging out with my long-haired, short-term-relationship boy who is just as obsessed with COWBOY CARTER as I am ✦ @aashwarr's storytelling on her YouTube channel ✦ Toasted Ritz crackers ✦ Curating my own Sim-style (still in process...)

Last Thing You Googled

"apri pill" (medical school tingz)

I am tagging a couple of my favorite mutuals, do as much as you see fit! @helloavocadooo @socialtownie @theosconfessions @westonsims00 @retrotrait

[sunflowerharrington]

The Dating Plan (Part Two.)

read part one here <3

-> Summary: The smutty part. Minors DNI! And the fake relationship doesn’t seem so fake anymore 👀

-> Notes: @quickiesgirl is still an icon, as always. Enjoy babes! Also the first time I wrote part 2 it didn’t save at ALL so… whoops? i guess

-> Word Count: 3212

-> Warnings: Minors DNFI, smut, 18+, viewer discretion is advised, p in v, not that graphic cause they’re still like 18 and 19 in this respectively, praise kink, peter is not a good dom lol (bottom bitch tingz💅), not a warning but a condom is used because like i’m not writing a baby fic yet

-> Taglist: @quickiesgirl, @xxlangdon, @langdon-cumslut, @sympathyforher, @wzrlds, @taecube, dm comment or inbox to be added to my taglist!

"Peter? Peter! Peter Maximoff! Where are you going?!"

Outside of the venue, you called out to him, waiting by the road on his own, making sure to keep your voice down so as to not attract attention.

"Home," he said, not looking at you.

"I thought you were coming to m—"

"I'm not feeling well, sorry." Peter replied, kicking at the stones beneath his feet.

"I don't get it. You were just fine an hour ago. What happened?" You walked down towards him, crossing your arms over your chest. "I know you might not think the world of me, but I can at least listen."

"That's where you're wrong."

"Excuse me? If you knew how many times I had to listen to Jean blab on about Scott…”

“Not that. I'm sure you're a great listener... but you're wrong. I do think the world of you. I really do, Y/N.”

The silence was disarming, but Peter had said it. Not in the exact words, but close enough. He couldn't let it hang here.

“When we started this whole thing, I thought it'd just be for a joke. That I'd have all these mad horror stories about Y/N Y/L/N to tell my friends and maybe get a few free lunches off of it. But it didn't happen... well, apart from the free lunches. Those were the shit. But they weren't with this unattainable, emotionally unavailable asshole like I thought it would be. You're funny... charming... you're beautiful, obviously. You drive me absolutely crazy with some of the stuff you do but that's what makes hanging out with you even more fun. I loved seeing how our worlds would collide. But this... this is supposed to be the end of it. And if I take your guardian’s offer, or even if I just try to be friends after... it's not gonna be fun anymore. Because it's going to be knowing that I'll never have the chance to be with you, for real.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. Peter looked down. His hands were shaking. “That’s why I think we should say goodby—“

He couldn't get another word in edgewise before your lips collided with his, your lip gloss tasting sweet as your lips met in a passionate, long overdue embrace. Peter felt his heartbeat accelerate and his entire body tingled with sensations as he realized what was happening, before you released yourself delicately, looking deeply into his big brown eyes.

"I... I don't want to say goodbye, Pete."

"But I... but you..."

"I know. There's not exactly a good way to show someone you convinced to fake date you how you actually feel, but... it hasn't been just you. You're unlike any other boy I've ever been with. You're unpredictable, funny and out there... but that's what I love about you. I'm always banging on about structure and order, when really? The variety you've added to my life has made it so much more exciting and fast paced." She squinted as she saw his eyes mischievously light up. "And no, that's not a speed joke."

"Damn it!" Peter laughed.

"But... know that... no, it's not just you. So, if you'd really just like to go home after all this, I don't blame you. I'll give you all the space you need, but... I'm not washing my hands of you. I don't want to."

"So, you're breaking the agreement?"

You sighed, a smile on your face as you shook your head. "I'm breaking the agreement."

“I think this calls for a celebration!”

You chuckled. “And what exactly would that be?”

“Let me show you,” he said, this time his voice was more raspy, lower than usual, and it made your stomach somersault.

In a split second, Peter pulled you in by the chin and met you in a searing kiss. A blush all over his face, and you gladly reciprocated it, a warmth exchanged between you both in finally being beyond the terms of your agreement. And in another second, you were sitting in his lap on his bed down in his mom’s basement slash his bedroom, ball gown hiked up to your hips, lips still attached to his. Peter knew his speed would come in handy, and would also come in handy for locking the door so you would be away from prying eyes and ears. Cough, Wanda and his mom, cough.

His hands never left your hips, holding you closely to him, and once you pulled your lips away from his you looked back into his half lidded eyes; he looked so peaceful and sleepy, so you kissed him in the centre of his forehead and then both of his temples, his nose, his cheeks, his chin… But not his lips.

“Mmph, Y/N. Kiss me!”

“I did,” you chuckle.

“On the lips you dummy!”

“Nope.” You watched as he pouted, his eyes widening and rounding, looking up at you like a lost little puppy.

“Pleeease? I’ve gone so long waiting to kiss you!”

“But how am I meant to do anything in this huge ball gown? I left all my clothes at home. Would Wanda have anything?”

“Oh, uh… yeah… sure! Let me just go and ask my mom,” he said. “Since Wanda’s still at prom.”

He came back with a grey hoodie that had a tiny line of writing reading ‘bee-lieve in yourself and anything is possible’ with a small stitching of a cute bee beneath it, and a pair of shorts. Peter handed them to you and offered to help you out of your dress, which you accepted.

“Thank you so much, I can barely breathe!” You laugh, and he gets to work unzipping the back.

“I’ll stop when you tell me to, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything… I’ll just unzip your dress and then I’ll go and get changed too, in a different room, obviously.”

You stepped out of your dress as Peter unlocked the basement door and left the room to go change in the bathroom, leaving you alone in his room. You fought the sudden urge to snoop around his room, and quickly changed into the bee hoodie and black shorts. But you wanted to keep your heels on because you knew damn well that if you took them off now your feet would ache for days, and you didn’t want the pain to start right then.

When you were finished dressing, you sat back down on Peter’s bed, waiting for him to come back down into his room. He audibly gasped as he walked back into the room with a plate of cookies, almost dropping them to the ground upon seeing you.

The dress that had been covering your legs had now been ridden of, and we’re now exposed before him, and there was a look on his face that you had never seen before. You subconsciously began fiddling with the sleeve of the hoodie you borrowed as he set the cookies down on his dresser and he walked towards you.

You’d thrown your hair into a messy bun, and that added to the fact that you were wearing baggy clothes sent his mind into overdrive. His clothes were against your skin, and he could barely comprehend that.

“You could’ve asked me nicely and I’d strip for you, baby,” you said in a joking manner, but nothing in Peter’s expression read as being amused as he bit his lip.

“Really, peaches?” He asked, sitting down right next to you, your bare leg brushing against his. “And would you fuck me if I said please?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the air shifting around them. Peter got closer, leaning towards her and sliding one hand down the side of your body, brushing his thumb ever so slightly against your warm thigh. You could feel the familiar warmth climbing your skin as your heart pounded like crazy and you swallowed dry, feeling Peter’s breath against your neck as he planted kiss after kiss on it.

“You look so fucking beautiful wearing my things," he said, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck and jawline. "That hoodie looks so good on you. You can keep it if you want. Take all my clothes, they’ll all look better on you anyways."

“I thought it was Wan—”

And when he finally locked your lips with his, it was like the whole world had just disappeared and the room started to spin in slow motion. There were no teachers, no students, no ‘she did’ ‘he did’s, and no parents in that world that could make your world spin so fast yet so slow at the same time. Not when his tongue tasted heavily against yours, not when your nails scratched the back of Peter’s neck making him shiver with delight, not when his slow hand ran down your arm, all the way down to rest on your inner thigh, mere inches away from where you needed him most.

“You do not know how long I’ve been waiting to kiss you, babe,” he muttered, his voice raspy as he continued to kiss up and down your neck, stopping at the pulse point to suck your skin into his mouth.

You squeezed your thighs together, trapping his right hand between your legs, arching your back, leaning your head back to give him more access to your neck. He mumbled something into your skin, moving to take your heels off, slowly, too slowly for your liking. Was this payback for when you didn’t kiss him? Maybe. Maybe not.

As you grabbed his t-shirt in your balled fists you began slowly lifting it up over his torso, arms and head. Piece by piece, each piece of clothing ended up strewn all around his bedroom, he would sort out the mess later but for now his attention is solely on you.

He flipped your positions so you were now sitting on the bed instead of his lap, and never did his lips leave yours. Peter trailed his kisses down your neck to your now exposed collarbone and you took his cock in your hand and began stroking him slowly through the fabric of his boxers.

“Are you sure you wanna do this, babe?” You asked, whispering softly into his ear, your breath hitching in your throat as did his. Already his breath was ragged, the temperature in the room heating up with every rapid rise and fall of your chests.

You could feel him nodding, and so that gave you permission to stroke him harder, listening to the soft moans eliciting from his throat, slicing through the quietness in the room like a knife. Peter climbed on top of you stopping your movements for a moment, kissing your lips once, finally, holding the spot on your thighs just below your ass to lift you at an angle.

“Peter, please I can’t take this anymore,” you whine, the sexual tension between the two of you becoming too much for either of you to handle.

A thought flickered in his mind and he gently lowering your back down onto his bed, the sheets brushing against your bare skin as he hooked his slender fingers into the band of your panties, slipping them down your legs, pressing soft kisses over your exposed skin with so much care as if you were a doll made from porcelain or ceramic.

You were everything his wet dreams had prepared him for; so warm and inviting, and yet your body felt cold to the touch.

He leapt off the bed and dashed out of the room before coming back a second later with a silver wrapper in his clenched fist. Some might think condoms are a mood killer, but so are babies, so Peter made sure he was always careful when having girls over.

“How long, Peaches? How long have you been waiting for this?” He says, voice low and dangerous, and if his voice got any more soft you thought you would pass out, or simply pass away at peace and utter bliss.

His breath is hot on your neck as you work on pulling down his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace, ridding them and throwing them… somewhere across the room. You didn’t know where, and that’s not what you were worried about for the moment.

You did the honours of rolling the rubber up his length, taking your sweet, precious time, chuckling as he groaned in frustration.

Peter lined himself up with your entrance, kissing you on the lips as he stroked himself firmly through the rubber, waiting for the right moment to slide himself between your legs, and when he did you couldn’t help but whimper his name under your breath. He rested his forehead against yours as you gradually took him all the way in. Every inch, every rapid pulse, every vein, every pump of blood worked to stretch your walls.

“So tight for me, peaches,” he moaned, voice breathy, and you swore to yourself that you never heard a sound so beautiful in your life before this moment. He hovered above you for some time as you adjusted to his size.

“Please, baby,” you pant, giving him permission to start moving, but he didn't. “Peter…”

“I uh… I don’t like how we’re doing this, Y/N,” he began, his voice shaking as he asked, “Can you be on top?”

His heart pounds in his chest, he hated the fact that he was a bottom, but that would all change tonight. He lay down beside you and you took this as your sign to straddle his hips, pushing yourself back down onto him.

You held onto the headrest and slowly began lifting your hips up and down, taking his cock almost out and then back in again while watching his eyes roll into the back of his skull from the pleasure.

The image beneath you was breathtaking; his silver locs splayed out over his pillow, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your movements, his hands taking a loose grip on your waist, and his soft whimpers. “Fuck,” he moaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. “That’s it, just like that peaches.”

Tiny bolts of electricity began shooting through your body as you rode him faster, picking up your pace as he writhed under you, becoming a whiny moaning mess beneath you. His cock brushed along your sweet spot, causing the breath to hitch in your chest.

Peter’s hips bucked up against yours, stretching your walls that little bit more, making you cry out his name. You leaned forward, almost against his chest, to move the sweaty hair from his forehead, and then he thrusted up into you again.

“Holy fuck- do that again!”

He sat up in the bed, wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close to himself as he could, as he thrusted up into you. You weaved your fingers into his soft hair, tugging lightly, but hard enough to cause a moan to escape from his parted lips.

Peter wanted to make himself last, so he tried distracting himself by driving his cock into you quickly, faster, his grunts matching his rhythm as he erratically slammed his hips up into yours. He kept an arm around your waist and wrapped his fingers of his free hand around the back of your neck, holding you still as he fucked you from below.

You buried your face in his neck as he picked up his pace, and with your face buried in his neck he could hear every angelic sound that escaped your throat.

“Oh my god… Please, I’m right there! I’m—”

Your pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him as he slowed down his thrusts as he came with you, his whimpers quieting and dying in your hair as you both came down from your high. Panting, you both slowly caught your breath back, chests heaving, caressing each other’s skin, Peter’s thumb brushing your cheek.

“I… I think I’m in love with you,” you whispered, your cheek still pressed against his warm, slightly clammy shoulder. You couldn’t believe you just admitted that in front of him, but you’d already said it and it could never be taken back. “I— I love you, Peter Maximoff.”

“And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he found your hand and held it tight for a moment, before extracting from the embrace (though he didn’t want to, he never wanted to let you go), getting up from the bed. His insides were intensely screaming and cheering for him, over the moon that you said that, thanking the heavens that you felt the same way.

His eyes glazed over as he went to grab a towel to clean up before his mom would come down and see what had happened—Peter was pretty sure she heard what happened so it wouldn’t make any difference if his bed was a mess or not. He wiped beneath his eyes, his back to you so you couldn’t see what was happening, and sniffed his tears back in. Or so he thought.

As he walked back into the room with the towel in his hand all he could see was you, sitting on the edge of his bed with his bee hoodie and shorts back on. Your heart felt heavy as you watched his movements as he cleaned up, insisting he did it since it was his bed, sniffling a little.

“Are you okay, babe?” You asked, and he nodded wordlessly answering your question, but not a second later the tears started again and you ran to throw your arms around his waist.

“I just… Why me? You’re an amazing, beautiful woman and I’m… well… me. And don’t girls like guys who do it on top?”

“Peter, look at me,” you encouraged, standing on your tiptoes to be as level to his height as you could.

“You,” you started, pressing your index finger against the centre of his chest twice, “are perfect to me. All of your small insecurities are valid but I don’t see them! I wouldn’t have this relationship any other way, and I don’t wanna be with anyone else. Stop doubting yourself!”

The smile on your face was contagious, infectious, making Peter grin back at you brighter than ever before. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, holding his waist tighter as you felt your knees weaken a little, playing with the hem of his shirt to distract yourself, though you wouldn’t need that distraction moments later.

Lost in each other’s gazes you smiled at each other, taking in this precious moment and sealing it inside your hearts forever. Peter wrapped his arms around you, sniffling from his recent tears, one lone tear falling down his cheek. You raised your hand up to his face and gently caught the tear on your thumb, wiping away any insecurity he had with it. And though that tear was alone, Peter was not, and neither were you.

The world around the two of you faded away as Peter’s lips caught yours into another sweet kiss, your love for one another blooming all around like daffodils in springtime along with your relationship, which blossomed into something truly beautiful.

[ay-chuu]

hey there ! i hope you are all well and safe:(

for the shipping event, id like bsd ! (nver done 1 of these bf so im rlly excited :D)

4 my appearance; i hv short black dyed hair, ranpo style and brown/blue eyes (i hv sectoral heterochromia ^^), i have a septum piercing also and quite the array of scars.

im a scorpio ! and my mbti is infj.

i don’t rlly hv a lot of hobbies tbh, but i do enjoy painting and reading. i like to swim also when i can.

for things i hate, i despise sudden or repetitive noises (like chewing or fireworks, autism tingz), dogs and feet💀.

not rlly big on video games if im completely honest but i do sometimes play the sims4, it’s fun playing with these pixels lives😭 i always end up getting my children taken away<\3 my fav movie genre is psychological horror..💀

my fav artist is lana del rey ! but i do enjoy older stuff from like the 70s+

thankyou ! by the way, hope this is enough. take care of urself<33

-luci(she/her)

Hi love thanks for your cute wishes please take care of yurself too! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ <3

BTW I LOVE YOUR EYES AND HAIR UGH ＼(≧▽≦)／!

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

RANPO EDOGAWA!

The greatest harmony of INTP and INFJ is intelligence compatibility. CHANGE MY MIND. Not many people can handle the power these two carry as a couple lol. Together they often talk very philosophically, and they do so involuntarily.

I personally think that what Ranpo likes most about you is your comfort and understanding. He likes that you make him happy, be more mature and supportive. By the way, I think he loves your piercings and there are times when he looks into your eyes for a long time... What you love about him is the intelligent and insecure man who hides behind her childish and sweet personality. That's why you often praise him a lot and he's like a touch addicted cat who only cares for you KLSDGJSKLGFKL you talk a lot of philosophy together!

I think that the problem in your relationship is both vital and you. He can sometimes put himself in unnecessary danger and you naturally disapprove of it. He gets angry and can act a little bastard, which often leads to fights. However, after that work Ranpo, who came to you like a cat who spilled milk, things would get better with sweet apologies and a slap that comes with speech he got LOL SFGKSJ

Lastly, some of the moments I dream of for you two: a spoiled ranpo eating donuts lying on your thighs while you draw something with your sketchbook, philosophical conversations accompanied by warm hugs on a special night together, Ranpo who puts your ears lana del rey music's if there's a loud or any sound that you dont like -SLAY QUEEN I LOVE LANA TOO- and a ranpo thinking how happy he is to spend his life with you when you read a book together, watch a psychological horror movie or any simple activity you enjoy and the admiring glances with his beautiful eyes <3

[ranposgirlboss]

I FORGOT TO TAG MY PICREW OHHH SOBS

hi !! can i request a bsd match up please lovely ^^

a little about me 1st aha :)

im luci <3 and i use she / her pronouns ! im also bi

4 my appearance (if it matters ofc) i hv short black dyed hair, ranpo style and brown/blue eyes (i hv sectoral heterochromia ^^), i also have a septum piercing !

things i like hm

i rlly, rlly enjoy reading ! ik it’s a bit cliche but classical books r my favourite,, in some strange way it like transports me back in time yk :)) i also like poetry !

i like painting aswell,, it’s one of my favourite things to do,, AHH and also i like 2 swim !!!! im not a vrry active person but swimming <3 has my whole heart.

another thing i like to do is sometimes play the sims4,, it’s fun playing with these pixels lives😭 i always end up getting my children taken away<\3 my fav movie genre is psychological horror..💀 and OH my music tastes mostly revolves around stuff from the 70s+ but my fav artist is ldr ^^

for things i hate or ig dislike,, i despise sudden or repetitive noises (like chewing or fireworks, autism tingz), dogs and feet💀.

thankyou ! by the way,, i hope this is enough. take care of yourself<333

https://cdn.picrew.me/shareImg/org/202304/1868017_UHj7zXvb.png

>:)))

WRITTEN + APPEARANCE MATCHUP...

SIGMA

SO SO SO I WAS ABOUT TO PUT YOU WITH POE BUT THEN I READ THAT YOU LIKED 70s MUSIC AND I PERSONALLY HC THAT SIGMA WOULD LOVE THAT KINDA MUSIC SO YALL COULD JUST BOP. ALSO FOR THE APPEARANCE MATCHUP I CHOOSE SIGMA BC YALL JUST LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER SO TAKE ANOTHER GIF OF SIGMA <33 CONGRATS ON BEING THE FIRST PERSON TO GET THE SAME CHARA FOR BOTH ANON!!!

THANK YOU FOR REQ!!

[just-a-plain-old-bitch]

Oh also here are my friends reactions to the Les Amis:

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Her: Enjolras sounds well…gay.

Her: But the whole red thing reminds me of Taylor swifts album and single called red so here is my respect

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Her: Combeferre likes moths but if they are the type I find in my room then goodbye sweetie

Me: He likes the cool funky moths

Her: Ok he chill fr

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Her: Courfeyrac sounds like a whore

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Her: Grantaire seems like a vibe

Her: Every cat person is a vibe

Her: Except you, ur a bitch

Me: Thank u

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Her: Feuilly seemed lovely...until you mentioned he was ginger.

Me: DONT DIS MY BABY BOY

Me: :(((((

Her: *ed sheeran

Me: :((((((((((

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Her: Jean..

Her: Bros got names after a pair of jeans 👖

Her: That's all I'm gonna say

Her: but the poems had me.

Me: It's pronounced "jaun" bitch

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Her: Bahorel sounds like a chav.

Her: Ight big man tingz ye

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Her: Bossuet is bald

Her: End of story

Me: I forgot to mention that Grantaire plays bongos on his head.

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Her: Joly seems pretty chill.

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Her: I already know about Marius considering he can pull roughly fifty bitches and is deemed attractive and ngl I would hit too but…meh

Me: *sends a picture of the Marius face, if you don't know what it is.. google it*

Her: he now has 49

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Her: Moving on, I’ve always loved eponine, not only can I relate but she’s hot and I would make out with her ngl. Dark brown hair does it for me

Me: Yes.

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Her: Cosette listens to Taylor Swift so please get in my bed and we can have a threesome thx xx (I don't know either)

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Her: Musichetta is ginger.

Me: She's not naturally gonget

Me: *ginger

Her: Ed Sheeran

Me: WHAT

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Yeah...

[fovndloves]

     ENZO GRAHAM ( cis male, he/him, cody christian ) is TWENTY-SIX and a WRITER from VERONA. they are known as THE ISOLATO because they are STEADFAST, but if things kick off, they can be a bit JUDGEMENTAL. they’re BISEXUAL and describe their type as CREATIVE. from their time in the villa, they’re hoping to find FAME. ( sticky notes left everywhere, dry eyes from staring at your computer screen for hours, & angrily crumbled pieces of paper )

     played by: bonnie, 22, est, she/her

OVERVIEW ; 

name: enzo carmine graham

nickname(s): none because he has -3 friends

birthdate: november 8th, 1995

age: twenty-six

occupation: writer ( derogatory )

major(s): english ( b.a ) from nyu & creative writing ( m.f.a. ) from some pretentious british school that i haven’t found yet

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

IN DEPTH ; 

birth place: verona, italy

zodiac: scorpio 

current location: love island baby

known languages: italian, english, french, spanish

family: carmen graham ( mother ), dario valentino ( father )

PHYSICAL ;

face claim: cody christian

height: 5′8″ ( short king tingz ) 

hair color: dark brown

eye color: hazel

tattoos: he has a few here and there but not too many, mostly on his arms and one on his chest 

PERSONALITY ; 

in a nutshell: the most pretentious man i have ever met. thinks he’s better than everyone because he’s an artist. will never let a single person in ( so obviously this is going to go amazing ). uses things as means to an end without much thought to who it can hurt. 

positive: steadfast, ambitious, creative

negative: judgemental, pretentious, bitter

character parallels: charlie lastra ( book lovers ), andrew paxton ( the proposal ), zuko ( atla ), shiv roy ( succession )

aesthetics: annotated novels, constantly comparing yourself to others,  burnt out gifted kid, sticky notes left everywhere, dry eyes from staring at your computer screen for hours, & angrily crumbled pieces of paper

INFORMATION ; 

enzo was raised solely by his mother in verona, italy. she’s a government ambassador, and his father had been home from holiday. carmen didn’t really think to include him in enzo’s life since he was always abroad ( a big time real estate agent ), but he would always send cards and money on birthdays and christmas, so enzo never really minded. 

for a majority of his childhood, enzo was raised by nannies because his mother was working awfully long hours. but compared to his neighbors and friends, enzo was perfect since all he would do would read ( glaring at the nanny if she suggested something else ).

he went to all the fancy schools with all the other wealthy families, but he always stuck out because he was more of just a homebody, never wanting to do anything

from an early age he knew he wanted to be a writer, wanting to create stories that people would enjoy

so when it came to school and university, enzo knew he wanted to get away from everyone he knew. so he decided to apply to nyu, studying english and analyzing novels. it’s literally a dream come true

it helped him realize his passion, so right after he went to graduate school where he got his masters in creative writing

he thought for sure this would be the winning ticket to put his name on the map. for years he’s been studying books and poems and authors, so there’s no reason for his own story to flop ! he had been published in school papers as well. 

FALSE ! he tried to query different novels of his, mostly horror and thrillers, and one got published. but didn’t get the traction he wanted. 

it pissed him off to no end, man was absolutely livid. fired his agent, went real anger from inside out on him. 

so once he got a new one, and they believed in his book, but he just needed to build a following. enzo has 0 social media so he was like how do you expect me to do this

and that’s how he ended up on love island ! auditioned even though he is ... not a romantic at all but enzo vc: fake it till you make it baby

ON THE ISLAND ;

he’s not here for love, so write that down

but he does realize he needs to stay on the show for awhile so the social media intern can get more traction on his social media so he’ll be ... lying right through his teeth without batting an eye

will be saying he’s a writer, hoping to tug at those heartstrings, really laying on the tortured artist trope for the audience and other people 

would not be caught dead writing a romance but will be telling everyone he chats with that he just ... “couldn’t find any inspiration” :sobs: i hate him

he isn’t typically a social person, so this will get him out of that BUT i do see him feeling drained eventually and wondering if he actually can do this

probs won’t step on any toes but will get feelers from the other half of the couple and being like “is it set in stone or can we work with this?”

idk i hate him

[refleter]

green plants / veggies / nature tingz for odette

BOLDS   or   PASTELS   or   NEUTRALS? neutrals, for sure. i don't even think this woman owns anything in color. the infamous green cardigan a horrid exception… everything in her life is in monochrome. maybe something's brown or red, idk. she’s not the kind of person who wants to stand out in a crowd or draw too much attention to herself. 

TEA   or   JUICE   or   COFFEE? coffee, all the way. the amount of cups this woman has in a day ought to put her in the hospital. she does enjoy orange juice, though. and she drinks it straight out the carton like a frat boy. she would live off coffee, orange juice, and vodka if i’d let her. unfortunately i won’t.

GENTLE RAIN   or   CRASHING WAVES   or   CRACKLING FLAMES? crashing waves. she's who katy perry wrote about (california gurls). she loves the ocean and the beach and in general just being near open water. partly why she always settles in coastal states, ie. this stupid little town. i hope she drowns.

BIKE RIDES   or   BOOK CLUB   or   BRUNCH DATES? ew, none of the above… but with a gun to her head she'll pick bike rides. even though i'm not really sure she actually knows how to ride one… welp! that's her problem, lol.

SLEEPING ON THE LEFT SIDE   or   RIGHT SIDE   or   IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BED? right side. i could not tell you why but that's where i imagine her in every bed related thread. maybe it's because she's always right. who knows. it does depend, though. where the fricking door is. if not alone, she’ll make sure there’s a body between herself and the door. and if alone, she’ll never sleep with her back to it. call it what it is, trauma. 

BOLD AND OUTSPOKEN   or   ORGANISED   or   ASSERTIVE   or   TRUSTING AND EXCITABLE? bold and outspoken, lets be real here. and while she might be assertive but she is in no way organised. the only reason her house is moderately clean is because of the men she forces to do free labor. same goes for her laundry. god, i wish i was her.

OPEN MINDED   or   COURAGEUS   or   UNSELFISH? courageous. interpersonal cowardice aside, heh. and just to make it very clear, she is in no way, shape or form… open minded or unselfish. not even a little bit. people will do well to remember that, i think.