#cr: sweetest

[floweroflaurelin]

I would have been lost without you. Thank you for guiding me, and always protecting me.

I don’t think you ever needed me as a guardian, though it was my life’s honour to do so.

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Baby Emhira having a bright moment with her guardians Purvan and Galdric! I can’t stop thinking about Purvan helping to raise the Raven Queen as a baby. The mortal who became a goddess who became a mortal, and he’s there to watch her grow up. It makes me so emotional 🥲

[topaz-mutiny]

Not me crying over Nick's choice for the Dawnfather to give his mortal avatar more agency rather than subsuming the mortal consciousness that was there.

[gorgynei]

me!

[quinn-of-aebradore]

Deanna’s worship of the Dawnfather is making people breakfast 🥺

[themightyvibe]

i’m so glad that dorian is back but at what cost 😭😭😭

[infinityshigh]

my cat (throam ryan) is a romantic nobody understands him the way that i do HES A ROMANTIC!

[acebabecd]

It was really smart of Matt to put in adorable Gwendolyn scenes before the whole Delilah thing came up. It makes Percy's coldness and refusal much more understandable when we see directly what he's afraid to lose

[everypigeondeserveslove]

Who needs curse words when you're from the south

[yencirilla]

unfortunately it's still not really talked about by a lot of the cr fandom, but the fearne chetney relationship really is one of the sweetest dynamics of the group. i know people write it off as just a one night stand, but they genuinely care about one another. fearne asking chetney about his family early on in the campaign, chetney continuously checking in on fearne/asking about her nana throughout the campaign. chetney making fearne's toy first. fearne trying to steal back the sword chetney had. chetney going after fearne after the shard, asking if she's okay. fearne choosing to cast stoneskin on chetney with a kiss instead of just touch. chetney picking fearne a flower, fearne showing off chetney's toy to oltgar and complimenting it. i love them <3

[jkvjimin]

the sweetest 🥺🤍 cr. namuspromised

[jimimn]

the sweetest dorks 🥺 (cr. @jung-koook)

+an endeared hobi 🥺

[denpa-dere]

i wrote smut for the first time which was uhhhhhh weird and challenging and it will probably happen again.

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gn!mc x levi

description: kinda fluffy, very NSFW, putting levi into floaty subspace because i love him and he deserves it.

warnings: some very mild teasing/degradation

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It was easy to forget that Levi had once been an angel.

Prostrated before you like this, however, chest heaving, skin slick and feverish, you were beginning to see the resemblance.

He whined your name, hips bucking against nothing, chasing any sensation. You regarded him almost dispassionately from your spot perched above him on the edge of the bathtub. How long had it been? You were unsure when this game had started, but were pretty sure you were winning.

You gently brush your foot against his swollen cock and the sound that spills from his mouth is the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

"I love those pathetic little noises," You laughed from behind your arm.

Devildom fixtures being as large as they are, you managed to slide down from the edge, comfortably positioning yourself over him, caging him in with your limbs.

How long had you been at this? Levi wondered, a shiver running down his spine. The mix of praise and degredation you had been feeding him was making his head swim. This was the fourth time you had brought him to the edge and left him wanting. His slender fingers white-knuckled the rim of the bathtub, determined to look anywhere but you. It would be too much. The lewd image of you still mostly clothed and hovering over his leaking cock might unravel him completely.

Your touch was featherlight trailing up his thighs, peppered with the bite marks and bruises you had sucked onto his sensitive skin before. He really was beautiful like this, you thought, admiring your work.

"Please," He keened, eyes watering, face flushed a deep pink.

You hummed thoughtfully, gently stroking your fingertips along his shaft's length, tracing the veins and reveling in each involuntary twitch.

"You poor thing," you coo, swirling your thumb around its fat tip, gathering the beading precum before languidly giving him a few slow pumps. Levi swore under his breath, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His hips rolled, fucking up into your loose fist, but you were determined not to provide any real relief for the time being. Still, the soft warmth of your hand was enough to draw a deep, shuddering groan from the demon beneath you.

When he still refused to meet your gaze, you angle yourself and bring your free hand to gently cup his chin.

"Poor little Levi," You sigh, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He whimpers at the soft pressure you apply to his jaw, turning him to face you without much fight.

Your eyes meet and his breath hitches. It wasn't fair to look at him like that, pretty face so full of affection. As his last remnants of rational thought ebbed away, he surprised you both, leaning into your touch and parting his lips to accept your thumb between them.

You exhaled sharply, heat rushing through your body. Cute, cute, cute, you thought, pushing the digit in a little further, feeling his tongue toy with the intrusion. He rolled his hips against you again, whining around your finger for attention. You finally relented, running your hand up his pulsing length, setting in at a steady pace.

Each desperate little huff and sigh drew you in closer, spurring you on, knowing it wouldn't be long now before he came unglued in your capable hands.

"If only they knew," You breathed against the shell of his cherry-red ear, "the formidable admiral Levi is nothing more than my cute little pervert."

"Ah-!" He threw his head back, releasing your thumb with a soft 'pop'. He squeezed his eyes shut, the coil in his core finally snapping.

"I-I'm, I-I'm-," He babbled, unable to finish the thought between wordless moans and broken cries of your name. His hands found their way to your hips, gripping and kneading at the soft flesh. You murmured sweet praises into the crook of his neck to help ride out his high. You were practically laying on top of him, now, the space between your bodies pooled with warm, sticky cum, but there would be time to deal with that, later. Levi held you tightly, as if you might suddenly disappear, tail snaking it's way around one of your legs. His breathing slowed, limbs still trembling in the aftershocks, exhausted.

He trapped you there against him, maybe not ready to look you in the eye just yet. You settled into him, patiently, stroking his hair.

"Did you... Mean all that?" Levi broke the silence, mouth dry.

You weren't sure exactly what he meant, "Which part?"

"What you said right before... well, no, - when I... I- Ugh! Don't make me say it!"

You laughed against his neck. You couldn't help it, it was just so like him.

"Well," you said, twirling a lock of his hair, "I meant it when I said I adored you. And I meant it when I said you were mine."

[onewmin]

so it goes | kim mingyu

Pairing: idol!Kim Mingyu x idol!(implied)fem!reader (but can be gn!reader)

Summary: Perhaps, you shouldn’t be thinking about Mingyu at your friend’s party. Perhaps, you have to stop reminiscing about the night you spent with him. Perhaps, it’s too late for you to fall head over heels for someone. Or maybe, you’re not too old for the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

Genre: Fluff, suggestive (if you squint), overall, two people are falling in love

Word count: 2184

Warnings: AU (cause in no way I’m saying it’s real), the reader is torn apart, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, the reader is older, mentions of social pressure

Author’s note: idk what it is but here we are. it’s pretty short and is mostly focused on the reader (it’s becoming my signature mark I guess lmao). Hope your enjoy it! Tell me what you think <3 p.s. the pictures are taken from Pinterest, so if you know the owners, please let me know so I could credit them! header cr — @/minzvk on Pinterest.

Disclaimer: the names and the appearances of real people are taken for the writing purposes only.

You did something bad. It’s not something illegal that could get you in jail, nor it is anything to be ashamed of. Well, technically, your media persona would be destroyed in an instance if they found out what happened.

As you glide through the chitchat, giving sweet smiles, bowing and trying to hold two drinks in your hands, you look for Jihyo, who seems to be lost in the crowd. It was her party, the celebration of her solo debut, and the club was filled with every other idol possible. The person you did the bad thing with included.

“Ah, there you are'', you panted, shoving a drink in Jihyo’s hands, “it’s impossible to get through here”.

She nodded, taking a sip, and immediately engaged in a conversation with somebody else. No matter how happy and supportive you were of your friend, your mind couldn’t help but wander, couldn’t help but think about the bad deed that happened two days ago. How horribly brainwashed were you to think doing that thing was the end of the world?

Sipping on your drink, your eyes wandered around the room too. Not wearing your contacts was a terrible idea as now you couldn’t recognize anybody unless they were close to you. Or unless they stood right in front of you, waving their hands closely to your face. Perhaps, it was for the best — you wouldn’t be able to see his face as well.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your jeans. Reading the message, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, as you nervously ran your hand through your hair.

“Can’t stop thinking about you”.

You raised your eyes from your phone screen, turning your head in desperate attempts to find him. To notice him from across the room didn’t even require you squinting your eyes — he was the only person who stared directly, shamelessly. You could swear he smirked when you looked back at him; however, maybe it was your imagination, playing dirty with your already burning mind.

You ran your hands through the hair again, sighing deeply and staring at your screen. Scrolling up your almost one-sided texting with the contact ‘Mingyu’, your brain couldn’t focus on anything but the memories of him from two nights ago.

‘Please don’t ignore me’.

‘Mingyu, we can’t’.

‘Why?’

‘Please answer me. Please’.

‘Just tell me why. Tell me why and I won’t bother u ever again’.

Easier said than done. Why, Mingyu? The answer is both simple and overcomplicated at the same time. Because you were older than him — not too much, he was just three years younger. Three years younger, super popular and way out of your league. That’s what you were confident about; although, Mingyu was absolutely different in his opinions. But just to think about it… You debuted almost twelve years ago, when he was, what? Thirteen? Fourteen? Isn’t it weird?

Only in your head, perhaps.

But in these twelve years you did your absolute best to never be caught in any dating scandals. Even with your ex-boyfriend of nine years, who was an ex-trainee turned into a dancer, you never went public. First because you both were too young, and your agency didn’t allow dating (who listens to them anyway, right?); second — you were too busy with your schedule, singing, blooming acting career and university studies to even consider having a public relationship; and third? Because he didn’t want to. He enjoyed living in comfort of being incognito, of having no responsibilities publicly. He could flirt with girls, get on dating apps, go out with random ladies and eventually, as you found out later, sleep around in your shared bed. In the bed that you bought. In the house that you paid for. Yeah, it was hurtful to catch him red-handed, but hating him helped come through the breakup faster. A year and half with the therapist's help, moving from the house to the apartment, getting a dog and a cat, and gaining new hobbies and friends — yeah, you were much better off without his jealous ass.

To consider dating after him, though? Wasn’t possible. Building up trust from scratch after you’d spent almost a decade with one person wasn’t even on the table. So you thought.

You knew Mingyu long before you changed agencies, almost right from their debut. He never failed to tell you how much of a fan he was, his cheeks turning rosy, while he was fiddling with his fingers. He seemed like a nice, sweet boy. Until a month ago.

“Oh, Mingyu!” Someone exclaimed, pulling you from your ever-wandering thoughts. “Good to see you!”

Oh god, he was right in front of you now. The black baggy T-shirt he wore was probably the exact same one from two nights before. Yeah, it was that tee. Oh shit.

“Mingyu”, you whimpered, back pressed to the wall, as his hands were roaming around your body.

“What, love?” He murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. The unexpected pet name he’d given you sent vibrations down your spine, turning you into a melted vanilla ice-cream under a scorching sun.

“We…can’t”. Your words came out as a whisper when he stopped all of his movements to look at you. His dark chestnut eyes magnificently bewitching — as if he had put a spell on you.

“Why?” He uttered, hands squeezing your waist. “We’re both attracted to each other, why not?”

You sighed, unable to give an answer. Your reasoning seemed to fall down at his feet, as it started to appear stupid at the moment. Who cares if you are three years older? He’s not far behind, a responsible adult, who’s also the most attractive person you’ve ever met. Not to mention he’s super smart, ready to pull up in his car to any place you call him from and makes the best homemade pasta in the world. When he holds your hand, gently rubbing your palm, you could swear it fits his big ones perfectly, and when he puts his arms around your waist, chin resting on your head, the heat of his body warming you in cool late August nights – as if you were born to eventually be loved by him. One night with him, preceded by a couple of months of pining, of watching him dance, talk, laugh, run, smile, blush, run hands through his hair, sheepishly bring you a coffee because he thought of you in the coffee shop… Mingyu drove you home endless times when your car was being repaired, and every time he did, he would walk you right to the door of your apartment, to make sure you got home safely. You couldn’t, you can’t count the moments when you thought of him. Every day. Every night. Every minute of your day, even those you spent in the studio. And when the pining was too much, it resulted in a cheek kiss turned into a heavy breathing and making out against the wall of your living room.

You hand touched his cheek. His eyes were clouded with desire as he observed your every move, leaning into your touch. “No reason”. You didn’t let your doubts take over the moment. Not with him.

And now Mingyu was standing right in front of you, a silver chain on his neck glimmering in the dim light of the club. The thought about this same chain, dangling on his neck and sending shivers all over your body every time it touched your skin when he was kissing you in the dark of your room, seemed to absolutely absorb you. And your shameless staring didn’t escape Mingyu’s attention either.

“You seem busy these days”, he said, obviously hinting at you ignoring his texts. You let out a sigh, not having the slightest idea what response you could give him.

“I have a comeback soon”, you cleared your throat, “so there’s a lot to do”.

He nodded. “Avoiding me included?” That horribly smug smirk made you close your eyes and take a deep breath. He did not just say that here, where multiple people could hear him.

“Let’s not talk about it here”, you leaned in to almost mumble it in his ear. He glanced at your lips, a slight head tilt away from his. It was too late when you realized how close you were, but Mingyu didn’t let you get away easily when he grabbed your hand.

“As you wish”. He almost dragged you from the spot you were hanging around, his hand squeezing yours a bit too hard. You felt as if you were under scrutiny, when every other person in the club was eyeballing the scene that Mingyu created. However, no one seemed to take notice of him taking you out of the club. Hopefully, none of your girlfriends did – otherwise, you’d have to deal with their constant taunting forever. They always joked how you were the ‘least scandalized’ concerning your dating life (and less experienced, as you spent your younger years being practically married to one man). And if they find out about Mingyu? A never-ending saga it would be.

When you were outside, a group of paparazzi almost caught you – or so you thought – but Mingyu was quick enough to move to the opposite direction, where no photographers or strangers could catch you. He took you to the parking lot, right to his car.

The place was empty, not many cars were occupying the parking spaces. At one point, when you observed the area, you dropped his hand. However, it didn’t help: Mingyu took both of your hands in his immediately, gently rubbing your palms once again.

“Did I do something wrong?” He muttered, eyes glued to your hands. An immediate string of pain poked your heart, as you heard his brittle voice. He was too good to make him feel this way.

‘No”, you shook your head, cupping his cheeks and bringing his gaze back to your face, “it’s not about you, Mingyu”.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asked, his hands sweetly squeezing your wrists.

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. That was so stupid, so… You couldn’t even find the words to describe what you were feeling. No matter how much you liked Mingyu, the thought of public going mad about the two of you dating was eating you from the inside. And the fact that you were slightly older than him… The whole stigma of women being older than their boyfriends was so terribly bizarre, to the point when even your cousin (whose partner was a year younger than her) was dragged by the whole family and called ‘too old’ for him. And you were three years older! What would they do to you? And what’s most important, what would the public do? How horribly would they tear your career apart? And what would they do to him?

“I don’t think..” You stuttered, looking down at your feet, “I don’t think I’m a good match for you”.

“Why would you ever think that?” It was his turn to cup your cheeks now to make you look at him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted”.

“But the age-“

“Are you, like, what? Eighty?” The corners of your mouth quirked up. “I… I have feelings for you. I like you, I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you”, he said under his breath, “and I know you feel the same way”.

The eye-contact seemed to be a non-verbal communication for the two of you; otherwise, if your gazes could speak, they would declare love poems for the whole world to hear. You weren’t sure what to respond, because, no matter how much the public opinion had altered so many things about you to fit in their idealistic standards, you, from the moment Mingyu and you got stuck in the elevator several months ago, from the moment you noticed his soft smile, had his silky voice be your shy companion for half an hour — from that moment alone you were mesmerized by him. Captivated. Did it really matter what the public would think?

“I do”. You almost gasped when his eyes lit up at your response. An angelic smile adorned his face, a face so delighted you could swear he had a garland behind him to lighten up the darkness of the night.

“Then let me take you home”, he murmured into your lips, “let me take you home every day”.

How in the world could you say no to him?

So it goes. Him, driving his car, stealing kisses from you at the red light and squeezing your hand in his; and you, catching the glimpse of every little thing he does, just so you can savour these memories when he’s far away. It feels different — to be able to fall in love slowly, feeling his and yours palms sweat whenever you hold hands; to laugh at stupid jokes the two of you make, to cuddle on the couch, while watching TV, to go on picnic dates, to finally be loved. Perhaps, this is everything you ever wanted.

[joojeans]

i need to know what you think soft sex w/ nicho would be like. i feel like he'd be so sweet omg

nicho would be the sweetest :( he would communicate sm!!

he'd lay you down, climbing on top of you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. he'd leave feather-light kisses along your neck and jaw until he reached your lips, capturing them sweetly as his hands slowly and carefully remove your clothing. "love you so much," he'd mumble between kisses, hand drifting between your legs to find your clit. he'd capture all your pretty moans in his mouth and smile when he feels your chest pressing against his, your back arching for him. "feel good, pretty?" he'd ask, lips grazing your jawline. when you were too distracted by his hands to kiss him properly anymore, he'd lower himself down your body, planting a kiss everywhere he can reach, soft praises leaving him the entire time. prettiest tummy. softest skin. so perfect just for me. he'd carefully push your legs open for him, silently thanking you for giving yourself to him with a smattering of kisses covering your inner thighs. once he reaches your cunt, he's just kissing it at first, your little whimpers falling on his ears. he'd snake his tongue through your folds and around your clit forever if you'd let him. eventually, he inches a finger into you, then two, working you open for him. "that's it, pretty girl," he'd coo, tongue giving your clit as much attention as it can without making you cum sooner than he wants. he wants to stay longer—tasting you, feeling how just his fingers can make your body quake. but he needs to be inside you. he pulls away from you and sits up, eyes soft as they look down at you. "one second, baby. you can wait for me, yeah?" he only needs enough time to shed his own clothes and then he's yours again, body covering yours all the way down. "look so pretty," he mumbles as his thumb strokes your cheek, the eye contact so intimate that you almost feel shy. his free hand is busy at the same time, lining him up with your entrance before he pushes inside, groaning at the feel of you around him. he presses his lips against your throat when your head falls back into the pillows, the fullness of him overtaking your ability to process anything else. he slowly fucks into you, your breathy, shaky sighs mixing together in the otherwise silent room. he knows you're already close for him, your hands grabbing for some part of him to hold. he laces his fingers through yours with both hands and lets you squeeze him as much as you need. "i know, baby, i know." when you're just about to tip over the edge, cunt squeezing him like a vice, his hips falter for a moment. "can you cum with me, baby?" he asks, knowing very well you can. he rocks into you for only a few moments more before you're cumming for him, the look on your face and the way you're sucking him in making him fill you at the same time. he slows only after you've both started to come down from your high, bringing one of your hands to his lips and leaving a kiss on the backside. "you're so perfect, did you know that?"

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

he's the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

♥️

cr. IG timothee_heart

[kanmom51]

JM ‘FACE’ Music Show Promotions Sketch 

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

So yeah, yesterday just 4 days before JK's single Seven is about to land, after JK's concept photos and clip were released showing us a clear bias and after the BTS book pages about Jikook's Tokyo trip surfaced, surprisingly (or not so much) this BTB was released.

Cannot help but wonder if this was a scheduled release or one of those pieces of content they had waiting in the vault to release at some point, not necessarily yesterday.

Not that I am complaining that we get more JM content, not at all, it's just the timing that feels a little sus to me is all. You know, with the heavy on Yoonmin and little Jihope we got there.

And again, let me make myself clear here. I'm not complaining us getting the content. Both members did visit JM on set to support him and it's great to see this in the content. It's the timing, the editing and on top of that, what we didn't get in past BTB that has me a little on edge.

So, Suga, as we know, came to visit JM on set.

To support him on his first show.

But this.

What did Yoongi mean by this?

"And to build up a good reputation of us".

It's not about JM's performance, it comes straight after he says the reason he came was it was JM's first performance. This is another reason he came - build up good reputation...?

To show they are supporting each other?

Was this said seriously or jokingly?

I'm still not understanding it.

I do have thoughts as to what he meant by it, and I wouldn't put it by him to mean that too, but still hoping it's not that.

Someone else also knows that, I can assure you. Same someone that found his way, with or without the company's approval (let's be honest here, it's without their approval and his way of kicking back) of supporting and promoting JM as publicly and as loudly as he could.

Same person that made a point to comment and let us know on JM's live after his last performance that he did want to come and see JM while recording.

And then we have this:

Yes, this is me bitching. I decided to get all of the shit out of the way before I get to the positive.

"Suga who knows Jimin better than anyone when it comes to performing"? Really? Pushing the Yoonmin a little much aren't we?

He knows him better than Hobi when it comes to performing?

Actual dance leader.

He knows him better than JK when it comes to performing?

The man that literally said this:

But seriously, this is the person that spent hours on end practicing with JM. The person that seeks him out on stage. The person that knows his every move, knows when he's in pain, knows when he is struggling.

Yeah, no matter which what way you spin it, Yoongi is not the one "who knows Jimin better than anyone when it comes to performing".

Wait, be patient with me. I have one more little thing I have to vent about before moving on.

This:

I can only imagine the talk down his bf gave him at home after this. "We're all grown ups, what are you doing?..."

Just like here:

Start at 0:49 seconds. JK talking about JM's live, not listening to Unholy.

I'm with you on this JK.

The need to apologize or pre-warn fans about a little touchy choreography with a woman, god forbid (oh, and btw, in the Korean side of this choreo the men were not touching JM, cause that's way worse, right?).

This is something I would love JM to get over, grow out of, but to tell you the truth, not holding my breath.

Ok, now that all my complaining is done with, let's move on to the fun part.

Now is the time to appreciate the 2 hyungs who came to support him. Yoongi for his first recording and Hobi for the last show.

Hobi's letter. That man is the sweetest man ever. I love him so much and miss him terribly. Can't even imagine how much JM and JK are missing him (I'm gonna add Tae here too, their bond is really underestimated).

And JM's reaction to it all. Priceless. Man cannot allow himself to get emotional on camera. The level of deflecting going on, lol.

We don't see too much of the work process but it's clear that JM pushes himself, most likely too hard (time to mention once again the time restraints that had him over exerting himself). And by the end of it you can see that his chronic pain is playing up, with the visible taping on his arm and shoulder.

I actually think it was way worse. He was REALLY suffering.

Do you notice what he's doing there with his left arm?

😭😭

The level of dedication and work ethic...

Man is absolutely stunning.

And an angel to top it off.

I truly love this young man.

Whoever gets to be with him has won the lottery.

Oh wait, we already have a lottery winner.