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[vampzwon]

양정원 ✸ — silence where heavens speak !

ⓘ; the man you’d once swore you’d least likely fall in love with, now you spend your days chasing and teasing in the gardens, and your nights kissing and cuddling up too. no one ever said marriage would be easy- but with him, you realize that your union isn’t just about romantic love—it’s about building something far greater: a family, a legacy of care, and a lifetime of shared, unbridled joy.

i. ⊹”mlist.

﹏ ⌗ 𝓹airing: 𝓎!jungwon x 𝒻!reader ❨2963❩

⏖’ 𝑔enres, fluffflufffluff. historical. hints of angst ?

𝓦arnings: formal english, mentions of parent death, proximity, kissing, crying, just super emotional :,)

𓏵-, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒. was smiling like a mf idiot writing this ohhhh royal jungwon save me save me i #needthat jokes aside woah i got emotional writing this made me think of children all over the world who don’t get nearly as much as i do and i had to stop writing and think for a moment. reblogs and likes r much appreciated tysm for reading🤍

⌗𖹭.ᐟ “for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?” — much ado about nothing, william shakespeare.

“𝓟ass me the pliers, please,” You huffed, gloved hands deep in rich soil. You crouched behind a freshly blooming rose bush, patting your sweat away with your forearms in true unladylike fashion as you busied yourself within the opulence of the royal gardens. “Unless you’d rather I rip the wire out with my teeth.”

Lingering somewhere beneath, your husband chuckles softly, breathing ever so slightly labored with the heat of the summer sun.

“You do realise you are, by all accounts, a baroness,” Jungwon drawled, reclining lazily on the shaded edge of the stone path, arms propped behind his head. “There are approximately twenty-seven servants within a ten-yard radius. Any one of them could assist.”

“And yet here I am, my lord,” you replied without glancing up, voice flat with mock boredom, “elbow-deep in mulch, while you lie about like a particularly handsome-yet-useless sack of flour.”

“You find me handsome?” He grinned, obviously completely missing your point.

“I said particularly.” You pointed a fallen, dead rose, thorns navigated his way. “Don’t you get cocky.”

With an amused hum, he rose and walked over, shadows of rose leaves flickering over his crisp sleeves. He handed you the pliers wordlessly, then stood watching you—forearms streaked with soil, lips pursed in determination—as though you were a rare painting he could not place, but could not stop admiring.

You felt his gaze and looked up with narrowed eyes. “If you’re going to hover and gawk, at least be useful. Hold this wire while I fasten it.”

“Ever the romantic,” he murmured, but obeyed.

Minutes passed in companionable silence, save for the distant rustling of wind through the hedges and the occasional hum of bees. Once the roses were secured and thus cleaned up, you peeled off your gloves, brushed off your skirts, and marched back toward him.

He looked up from his lounging chair and invited you towards him with nothing more a warm smile. He barely had time to think before you lowered yourself unceremoniously into his lap with a contented sigh, back pressing to his chest as your fingers then found their usual place over the buttons of his shirt.

Circles. Always slow, thoughtful little circles. You’d stare at your fingers tracing against his warm skin, for hours at a time. He’d stay as still as a statue, letting you use him as pleased:

“I do adore a man who lets me use him as furniture,” you whispered with a giggle, eyes wincing with the waves of unbeatable sun, cheek now resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him. The sun highlighted slight stubble, and brightened his eyes even more, if that were even possible.

“And I adore a woman who can disarm a man with both a glance and a gardening tool,” he murmured back, placing his chin atop the crown of your head with a sigh. You laughed softly, hitting the pane of his chest teasingly. “Are you flirting with me, Husband?”

He grinned, the sound of it blooming in his chest beneath your cheek.

“Why, yes,” he replied, smug as ever. “It seems I’ve quite the affinity for pretty girls who talk back and smell of roses and dirt.”

You let out a scoff, though your lips curved despite you. “Then I fear you’ve married a menace.”

“A beautiful menace,” he corrected easily, fingers drumming a gentle pattern over your waist. “The most beguiling one of the whole estate. Dare I say, the nation?”

“I must warn you, my Lord, that flattery does not have it’s way with me.”

“Liar.”

“Flatterer.”

“That isn’t even a word!” He exclaimed through laughter, his head tipping back as the sound rang out across the hedgerows.

You lifted your chin with exaggerated grace. “And yet, you understood me perfectly. Curious, isn’t it?”

He regarded you with a look that was both fond and entirely exasperated. “Heavens preserve me,” he muttered, pulling you closer into his lap. “I married a woman who invents words to win arguments.”

“And I married a man who thinks he’s won one.”

That made him pause, grinning. “Touché.”

You smiled smugly, fingers tapping idle patterns across his chest as the breeze rustled through the garden, heavy with the scent of roses and late-summer warmth. He sighed wistfully, fingers ringing around your hair-ribbon, another one he’d gifted you. You let your hand rest over his heart, thumb brushing absent-mindedly through the thin fabric. “You’re hiding something.”

He grinned, the action wide and inviting. “Perhaps I plan something.” He exhaled, one hand curling gently around your waist, and then a wink. Two winks. You groan, rolling your eyes before you wack him square in the stomach. “Do not jest with me, man, I am impatient in nature.”

He wheezed a laugh, doubling ever so slightly as he caught your wrist and pressed a kiss to the inside of it. “Impatient, violent, cunning—what a jewel I have secured.”

You arched a brow. “A jewel with excellent aim, I might remind you.”

“That, woman, you needn’t remind me.” He murmured cheekily, making you wack him once again. He laughed harder, his chest rumbling beneath your palm as he caught your hand for a second time. This time, instead of kissing it, he pressed it flat against his chest, right over his heart.

“Careful, or I’ll think you’re trying to beat some sense into me,” he said, breath still light with laughter. “Though I fear it’s far too late for that.”

“You were doomed the moment I agreed to marry you,” you retorted, tilting your chin high with mock pride.

“Agreed? Oh, my lady, you pleaded.” He grinned annoyingly, and you huffed, but allowed yourself to lean further into him, your cheek resting just over his shoulder as your legs tangled together lazily beneath the creeping sun.

“You jest,” You scoff, looking up at him with the hardest glare you could muster (which wasn’t much with the sun in the way. “You’re the one obsessed with me.”

“Hopelessly,” he said without hesitation, the word leaving his mouth like a vow. You blinked.

He turned his head slightly, brushing his nose along your temple. “Tragically. Madly. Devotedly obsessed.” A pause, and then he shrugged, as if it were common knowledge. “It’s quite humiliating, really.”

A soft snort escaped you, though you tried to hide it behind a scoff. “Then you’d best keep humiliating yourself, husband. I find it terribly charming.”

His hand wandered up your back, slow and lazy, dragging gloved fingertips over the ties of your blouse. “I think you’d find your surprise ever the charming, too.”

“Does it involve your poetry?” you asked, barely opening one eye.

“No.”

“Gardening?”

“No.”

“Does it involve you feeding me strawberries by hand while serenading me with a live band?”

“No, but that idea is now brewing.”

You smiled against his shirt. “Then I suppose I’ll allow it. But only if it involves cake.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Everything with you involves cake.”

“Because I’m a woman of sense and culture.”

“And because you never eat your breakfast.”

“Hush, and let me daydream, Husband.”

“Do whatever it is you please, Wife.”

Sitting there beneath the climbing roses, sun-warmed and soil-speckled, your legs draped over his and your hands drawing endless circles on his chest, it was easy to pretend you were simply two people in love, not nobles, not anything extraordinary. Just him, just you, and the promise of tomorrow.

The carriage rocked gently over the cobbled path, wheels clicking beneath you in a steady rhythm that should’ve been predictable by now—except, of course, for the fact that you were very much blindfolded.

“Are you certain I won’t be led directly into a river?” you asked flatly, arms crossed, lips twitching with amusement as the ribbon tied around your eyes tightened slightly with the sway of the ride.

“I’ve considered it,” came his easy, far-too-casual reply. His voice was low, teasing, and completely unrepentant. “But I thought today, perhaps, I’d keep you.”

“You’re a menace.”

“A menace you married.”

You scoffed. “Out of pity.”

“And for my poetry,” he added quickly.

“That was one poem. And it was about your boots.”

“They were very clean.”

You both laughed. It echoed in the small cabin like sunlight might echo off glass—light, effortless, real.

Eventually, the carriage slowed, the reins clicked twice, and the world outside seemed quieter. Still blindfolded, you felt him shift beside you. Then warm fingers took your hand, drawing it gently to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Stop that. You’re making me feel all fluttery.” You whined, prodding at his arm weakly. You let him help you down, careful steps guided by his steady touch, your gloved fingers wrapped around his forearm. The breeze was sweet, familiar somehow. The air held something soft.

He paused behind you. And with the gentlest whisper, “Now,” he untied the ribbon. Your lashes fluttered beneath the soft pull of silk, and when the ribbon finally slipped free, your breath caught.

Before you stood a modest estate—not quite a grand palace, no—but warm and old and full of charm, wrapped in ivy and laughter. The front gates were open wide, the sound of children tumbling through the garden drifting in the breeze.

Your lips parted, but no words came.

It hit you like a sudden wind, all at once and everywhere. The scent of summer soil. The swing creaking gently in the corner. The soft, melodic sound of little shoes tapping against stone.

An orphanage.

You grew up an orphan. You had no idea what parental love felt like—only the stories other children whispered about warm hands and lullabies and mothers who braided their hair with patience. But alas, you did not live under the brutal thumb of the institutions meant to care for those like you. You were spared that fate.

Privileged, in a sense. Fortunate enough to be raised within the quiet walls of your uncle’s estate—a man of strict order and rigid affection, who clothed and fed you and ensured your posture was proper and your laughter raw with genuine.

These children had never known privilege. No gentle homes. No warm kitchens filled with the smell of bread or a bed to call their own. You’d heard the stories growing up—tales of cruel matrons, hunger that ached like bone-deep winter, and the way children learned to stay quiet, to stay small, just to survive.

And even in the comfort of your uncle’s halls, even as you dined beside nobility and wore the silks of a life you hadn’t asked for, you never forgot. You’d always spoken on it—at dinners, in letters, in furious debates with guests twice your age. You had a fire in you for those children. For what they deserved.

“Oh,”* you whispered, your voice breaking before the thought could form.

Jungwon stood beside you silently, hands clasped behind his back, head tilted as if to study your expression like fine art. There was no grin now. No teasing remark. Just his eyes—so full of reverence it made you ache.

“I’ve been working with the board for a few months now,” he said softly. “A quiet restoration. Better staff. New funding. There’s a tutor coming next week. A physician, twice monthly.”

You turned to him slowly. “You—”

“I remember the way you spoke about them,” he said. “You didn’t grow up in one, no—but you saw enough. Heard enough. Knew enough to hurt for them. That was enough for me.”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes. “You rebuilt it.”

He nodded. “For them. And for you.”

You turned fully now, looking up at him, a slow, breathless disbelief colouring your features. “You wonderful, ridiculous man—”

He barely had time to laugh before you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him like the world might disappear if you let him go. “I love you,” you whispered into his collar, the words trembling on your lips.

“I know,” he whispered back. “But say it again. I’ll never grow tired of hearing it.”

You pulled away, just enough to look at him. “I love you.” You kissed his neck. “I love you.” You kissed his cheek. “God, I love you.”

Your lips crashed onto his with such a ferocity it knocked the breath right from both your lungs. He held you like you were something sacred—his hands framing your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears you hadn’t even realised were falling. There was nothing restrained about it. Nothing courtly or composed. And weirdly enough, that’s exactly the way you liked it.

He rested his forehead gently against yours, his breath fanning across your lips in a rhythm as steady as his heartbeat beneath your palm. His eyes, usually so sharp and unreadable to everyone else, were soft—utterly open, utterly yours.

With one final, grounding breath, he kissed your forehead and whispered, “Come, my love.”

His fingers threaded through yours, firm and warm, and with that he led you forward—through the creaking orphanage doors and into the soft amber-lit halls that smelled faintly of ink and milk bread.

The matron met you at the door with a knowing smile and a gentle nod before stepping aside, ushering you both into the sun-drenched hallway lined with little shoes and soft laughter.

And there—just past the corridor, seated on a rug beside a basket of wooden blocks—was a small girl.

She was no older than two. A quiet thing with inky black hair that curled at the nape of her neck and deep, thoughtful eyes that made her look startlingly like him—and, in some odd, inexplicable way, like you. Her cheeks were round, lips plush and pink, and her tiny mouth curled into a hum as she looked up at you with curiosity.

“She’s…” You couldn’t finish the sentence.

Jungwon knelt beside her, offering a soft smile as she toddled toward him and leaned against his knee. His hand found her back instinctively. “She’s been here nearly a year. They told me she doesn’t speak much, but she listens. Observes. I met her during the restoration. She wouldn’t let go of my coat.”

You knelt too, fingers trembling as you reached out—and she waddled right into your arms, resting her head against your chest like she’d always belonged there. Your throat tightened. A child, so vulnerable and quiet— running right to your arms as if you held the answers to the universe. You sobbed.

Jungwon’s hand came to your back immediately, grounding you as your entire world shifted in the span of a single heartbeat.

She stayed still, pressed to your chest, impossibly small in your arms—yet the weight of her, the warmth of her, felt like something ancient and long-destined. As though the space she now filled in your heart had always been carved out for her. As though you had simply been waiting.

You stroked the back of her little head, her hair softer than anything you’d touched, her breathing steady against your collarbone. “She’s so quiet,” you managed, voice thin and wavering.

“She’s strong,” Jungwon murmured beside you. “You said once that quiet doesn’t mean weak. She watches everything. I think she’s just been waiting to feel safe enough to speak.”

You looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, lashes brushing the tops of her round cheeks, and a tiny fist was curled loosely in the folds of your gown. She made a faint, squeaky hum—something like contentment, something like a sigh—and the sound sent a fresh tear sliding down your cheek.

“Is she ours?” you whispered.

Jungwon looked at you with eyes that glowed with something deeper than joy. Something reverent. “If you want her… then yes. She’s ours.”

You kissed the crown of her head, voice trembling as you whispered, “Hello, my darling. We’ve been waiting for you.”

She nestled closer at that, tiny arms wrapping clumsily around your neck, her warm cheek pressed to your shoulder like she’d always known the shape of you.

Jungwon’s hand found the small of your back as he leaned in, resting his forehead against your temple. You could feel the way his chest rose and fell—unsteady, as though the moment was too much, too big, too precious to contain. “You’ll be so loved,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, “for every day of your life.”

You nodded, unable to speak, brushing your fingers through her soft curls. She made a tiny noise—a sleepy little sigh—and your heart broke and rebuilt itself all at once. “You’ll be strong,” Your voice wavered with the weight of your emotion. “Even when you don’t feel like it.”

“And you’ll be so adored,” Jungwon finished gently, his voice barely above a breath as he tucked a curl behind her tiny ear. “Even when you think you don’t deserve it.”

The child blinked slowly, then gave a small squeak, burrowing herself impossibly closer into your chest. She made no sound beyond that, just the soft hum she always gave when she was content, as if she’d found the exact place she was always meant to be.

Jungwon pressed a kiss to your hair, then to hers, his arm wrapped around the both of you like he’d never let go.

“You’ll never go without,” you whispered against her temple, eyes brimming again. “Not food. Not warmth. Not love. Never love.”

She yawned then, her lips forming the softest little pout, her hand reaching instinctively for your collar as though she knew this was home. And in that moment, surrounded by everything that had once only been a dream, you looked at Jungwon with tears in your eyes and the whole world in your arms.

Because this was the family you’d never imagined you’d have, but would now fight for with every living heartbeat and every lasting breath.

taglist @wonys-won wow i have such an emotional connection/attachment to this jungwon idk how i will ever move on from this.. thank you guys for reading my baby💘

©VAMPZWON

[phantomspiderr]

Love in the Rain

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader

Word Count: 700

Summary: an unexpected downpour turns into a cherished memory

Warnings/tags: fluffflufffluff, uses of the L word, a little suggestive at the end

a/n: i miss moon knight too much

“Steven!” You squeal as he quickly leads you down the cobbled streets, splashing in puddles as he goes. The unexpected downpour had caught you both completely off guard and you can’t remember whose bright idea it was to run back to the hotel instead of just stopping anywhere for shelter from the rain. But here you were both absolutely soaking racing through the streets not really remembering which way was the way back to the hotel. 

If this had happened anywhere else, at any other time you would probably be fuming by now but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to even be the slightest bit annoyed. Steven tries his hardest to navigate the unfamiliar streets in hopes one will lead you both in the right way while you just hold his hand and follow blindly behind. 

“I think it’s this way!” He quickly calls back to you before turning down another street.

“Steven!” This time he slows for a second and looks at you with slight worry etched on his features and all you can muster is a giggle. He stops completely and gives you a confused look like you’ve gone insane and now you can’t stop as more giggles bubble up in your chest. Why are you both running to get out of the rain when you’re already soaked to the bone? 

“Why are you laughing?” Steven can’t help but join in, finding your sudden amusement entertaining too. 

“Why are we running?” You manage to get out between giggles and you watch as Steven thinks for just a second before his eyes run over your soaked form. Then he’s shaking his head laughing more with you.

“I have no idea,” his wet curls bounce on his forehead as he laughs and if anyone was to look at you both now they would think you were crazy. Steven tugs you closer by your hand and then his arm slips around your waist. Both your giggles are dying out slowly but huge grins are still plastered on your faces. Both of your arms slide over his shoulders to lazily loop around his neck, fingers ever so slightly scratching the back of his neck. 

The water droplets keep hitting your skin and you take a moment to just close your eyes and lean your head back. The rain freely hits all of your face now, you can feel your hair sticking to your neck and face, your clothes uncomfortably clinging to your body but you can’t find it in you to care. You’re in a beautiful foreign country, having the most perfect vacation with your loves and nothing could ruin that, not even an unexpected storm on what was a beautiful sunny morning. The thought is only more solidified when you look back down at Steven, his pretty, cheery face looking back at you. 

“I really love you,” Steven’s eyes flicker between yours and your lips, asking for silent permission as if he hasn’t kissed you a million times over. Slowly, you pull him closer, meeting him halfway as you plant your lips on his. The slow kisses soon turn heated, one of Steven’s hands coming up to hold your face while your fingers tangle in his hair. The love you have for each other radiates off of you both, warming your cold skin. 

“I really love you too, Steven.” You’ve barely pulled apart, foreheads pressed together and breaths mingle in the small space between you. Steven still has his eyes shut, focusing on regaining his breath. 

“Right, come on.” His hands squeeze your hips once and his eyes slowly open as he pulls his head back. “You’ll catch a cold if I don’t get you out of these wet clothes.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye and your eyebrows raise briefly at the suggestive thoughts now racking your brain. “Pack it in you, come on.”

You giggle at the way it’s as if Steven can read your mind. Then he’s guiding you to walk in front of him, cheekily smacking your ass as you walk. You look back at him in shock and he only chuckles, placing his hand back in yours and walking by your side.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

mmmm fluff with origins logan… fluffflufffluff with origins logan reqs. yeah.

If you didn’t get it send me origins… or any era logan fluff reqs pls! after kinktober im gonna be burnt out with all the smut HAHA

[slayingqueenchal]

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come out (jake lockley) by @eyelessfaces | implied smut

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[unrequitedlines]

Between the Lines

summary: i wrote this after listening to 5am by leith ross on repeat and yearning for a girl that i once had. have fun!

warnings: fluffflufffluff, confessions, Boston™ MA, aggressive yearning, no happy ending

notes: i've decided to start posting my writing on here! i don't do fanfic but i'm not necessarily against it. my only issue is i'm a college student with a bunch on my plate and i don't wanna leave people hanging when i don't update a story for like 5 months. THAT BEING SAID if u have recs/requests for fics, drabbles, hcs, etc... pls put them in my inbox and if they interest me i just might go for it! the fandoms/characters i'd consider writing for are tlou (specifically abby and dina but im not against writing for ellie), arcane (mostly vi and caitlyn, separately and together bc theyre so hot both ways), spiderverse gwen stacy, and this is lowkey niche but aloy from horizon: zero dawn/forbidden west.....

I’d run into you in The Common, right around Christmas. You and I’d had our third date here, sat on a picnic blanket and surrounded by breakfast food, nearly 6 months ago. The chatter of the city would be loud as always, a street performer would be singing a melancholic rendition of Silent Night in front of the stairs leading down to Park Street. A microphone carries the notes of her gentle voice and perfectly tuned guitar through the air. Snow would dust the trees, and footprints would line the pathways. We’d both have just returned to Boston from our respective schools, finally allowing ourselves time to relax after finals.

A sweater would hang off my shoulders, just barely enough to keep the frozen air at bay. The occasional gust of wind would rip through the fabric of my sweater, cutting into my skin. Sat facing the performer, my hair would be shorter than the last time you’d seen me, now just barely reaching my shoulders. The air would smell of snow, the sun peeking shyly through the thick clouds that covered the city as it began to set at only 4 pm. Warm white lights would adorn the trees in the park, keeping the city bright and lively.

I wouldn’t be expecting it, your brown hair, wild from the wind and glowing in the sunlight, your infectious and addictive laugh echoing through the air. But I’d recognize your warm, welcoming energy anywhere. I’d remember the first time I slept over at your house, drinking white wine on your couch as we watched Gilmore Girls. I’d remember the way my heart thrummed in my chest as you put your head on my shoulder.

Then back in The Common, as I stared the memory in its face, our eyes would meet, and I’d hesitate, then wave shyly, staring from across the park sitting on a bench as if I didn’t believe you were real. You’d be just as beautiful as I’d remembered, but a little different. Maybe you styled your hair a little differently, or perhaps you decided to wear makeup that day. But then you’d walk over and smile at me, and I’d know you were real, because the rest of the world would go quiet.

“Hey,” you’d say quietly, holding a hot cup of tea. Your sweater sleeves would cover your hands, your nails long, and the color of fresh blood. My gaze would linger there for a moment as I remembered how they felt in my hair.

I’d shake away the thought, stand, and say, “Hey,” back, glancing down before asking how you’d been.

“Okay,” you’d say, taking a sip. The mint of your drink would waft through the crisp winter air, burning my nose as I breathed in. Then you’d continue, “Busy. You?”

I’d nod, looking down at my own cup, feeling the heat radiate through the reinforced paper. “Yeah, me too.”

There would be a pause, and I’d finally look you in the eye. And suddenly, I’d feel warm. Being near you had always felt like being soaked in sunlight, and now would be no different. It would be summer again, and you and I would be walking down Newbury Street, hand in hand. You’d laugh at something I’d said as we passed Trident, the place I’d met you for our first date, then call me cute. I wouldn’t take the compliment, avoiding eye contact with a shy smile on my face. Then I’d return to this moment, and with a deep breath, I’d continue.

“I um… I have something for you,” I’d say, then reach into my bag, the same striped canvas one I’d carried around the summer we fell. I’d pull out a brown leather bookmark, one with vibrantly painted mushrooms and ferns embossed on it, and a light pink ribbon tied at the top. I’d offer it to you, and our fingers would brush as you took it from my hands. “I saw it in New York and thought of you. I didn’t know if I’d ever get a chance to give it to you, but…”

I’d trail off, and you’d look down, taking the gift from my hands gently before smiling sweetly and looking back up at me. And suddenly I was back in your childhood bedroom, smiling at you as you poorly hid something behind your back. I glanced down at your arm, then back to your face, admiring the cheeky grin on your lips. I asked what you had, and you placed a beautiful painting of a mushroom into my hands.

“I love it,” You’d say. Perfect teeth showing and blue-green eyes disappearing behind a smile. You’d run your fingers over the design softly, the pads of your fingers tracing the grooves. “Thank you.”

I’d nod, then step back slightly, putting my hands back into my jacket pockets. I’d look at you with uncertainty as I contemplated if I should say the next thing on my mind. Then, in a moment of bravery, I’d look down, and with a deep inhale, I’d open my mouth.

“I um… I need to say this,” I’d begin, then look back up into your eyes. My heart would pound in my chest, my stomach turning as I’d take another shaky breath, holding back tears. “I know I’ve said it before, and you didn’t say it back, but I love you.”

Those three words would hang in the air heavily, which would seem warmer now, and neither of us would speak for a moment. Your lips would part slightly, softly sucking air into your lungs. Panic would creep up my chest, getting caught in my throat. But I’d be in too deep already, and continue.

“Every time I think I’m over you, I find myself missing you again. The only face I see when I close my eyes is yours, and not talking to you is killing me-” My voice would crack as I spoke the last few words, but I’d continue nonetheless. “I don’t care about the distance anymore. You’re the only person I want, and I’d give anything to be with you. And if you truly don’t love me back, I’ll find a way to get over you, because not having you in my life is killing me. I love you so completely, and I know that’s scary for you, believe me, I’m terrified of what you’re thinking right now, but I’m begging you. If you love me too, please don’t run from this. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make things work.”

Hot tears would be freely spilling down my cheeks at this point, contrasting the frigid air. I’d take a shaky breath, the hot air fogging in the cold. I’d hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, drowning out the noise of the city. Looking down at my coffee cup, I’d sniffle as I await your response. The tip of my nose would be numb and bright red, almost shining. Those few seconds would pass by like hours, and eventually, you’d step forward, shortening the gap between us. Frightened, I’d close my eyes, inhaling sharply, the icy air burning my throat as it entered my lungs.

I’d hear you place your mug on the bench behind me, then I’d feel your warm hands reach up and wipe the tears from my cheeks, cradling my face gently. I’d slowly open my eyes to look at you, scanning your features. You’d be crying too, and guilt would gnaw at my insides for causing it.

But then you’d lean forward and kiss me sweetly, closing your eyes and holding me like I was the most precious thing you’d ever touched. After a moment of shock, I’d close my eyes too, putting my cup beside yours before wrapping my arms around your waist. I’d hold you tight, afraid you’d vanish, as the gnawing in my stomach gave way to butterflies.

Eventually, we’d both pull away, catching our breaths, foreheads pressed together. I’d open my eyes, and you would too. Tears would glide down your cheeks, and I’d reach up with one hand to wipe them away. You’d smile and laugh softly. Your cold hands would feel soft on my flushed cheeks, then you would be the one to break the silence between us.

“I love you too,” you’d say, barely a whisper. Your voice would shake, but your sureness would be evident in your intense, loving gaze. Your thumb would graze my cheekbone as you finally looked me in the eye.

I’d stare, lips parted softly as I process your words. My heart pounding in my chest, I’d breathe in and out shakily. The corners of my lips would curl up into a soft smile, bearing my crooked teeth, and with furrowed brows, I’d lean in and kiss you again, more tears spilling down my cheeks. You’d kiss me back, and the world around us would keep moving, indifferent to the moment we’d just shared. Chatter would return to the city, and soft, plucked notes on guitar would fill the air.

But for now, as I lay in bed and put this fantasy onto a page, it remains just that. Fiction. And while I hope that one day that will no longer be true, I’ll forever be grateful to you. Grateful for the months we shared, and grateful that I got to be a character in your book, even if just for a chapter. And even if I was only a chapter of your book, your name has been written on every single page of mine since I met you. And I know that as I continue to write, your name will stay. Whether it remains only as a memory, or as the one who stays by my side, shaping every chapter that follows. That’s something that only time will tell.

[snow-body]

wip + finished piece of the ych for novamore

[nonokokoro]

Are you making this for me? . . . . #crochetcat #whatareyoumaking #alpacayarn #softthings #fluffflufffluff #ragdoll #fluffycat #ilovemycat #bestcataward #cat_of_instagram #catfan#catfeatures #catoftheday #catselfie #cutekitty #furriends #happykitty#instagramcat #softkitty #spoiledcat https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw7g1gXpUxn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wjql048r4nwm

[danielaeditsthings]

It’s Perfect

Summary: Future Fluff

It was the ugliest thing she had ever seen.

The worst thing was - she was the one who made it. Jane knew that she wasn’t a cook, but she thought if she followed the recipe perfectly it would look like what it did in the picture. But, it resembled nothing like the picture. The middle of the cake was sunken in, and it leaned so far to the side she thought it might tip over. She tried adding the icing onto it. However, the oddly colored purple icing dripped down the sides of the cake and puddled onto white china plate it was placed on. 

If the cake wasn’t bad enough. The kitchen was a disaster. Flour covered almost every inch of the counter, and the sink was full of dirty dishes. Several broken eggs sat on the floor along with her first icing attempt and her sanity. 

She stood in the middle of the counter drenched in sweat, flour, and powdered sugar. “How did something so horrible take me all day to make?” She thought to herself as she pulled out a piece of eggshell from her hair. Jane started to add the raspberries she bought on top of the cake as she contemplated on how she was going to clean this mess up before Kurt got home. The raspberries fell into the sunken middle of the cake as she looked up at the clock. She cursed out loud as she saw the time. She was doomed.

She feverishly grabbed the dirty rag on the side of the kitchen stove to try to wipe up the puddle of milk on the edge of the counter. The rag had only made contact to the milk spill as she heard the jingle of the keys opening the door. 

Jane froze in place, as her head fell in embarrassment. She heard Kurt’s footprints get louder as he made it to the kitchen. She closed her eyes as he entered the room.

Kurt looked at the kitchen and his flour stained wife and burst out laughing. Kurt held the corner of the counter to keep him stable as his bellowing laughter filled the room.

“It’s not funny, Kurt,” Jane muttered as she lifted her head to look her husband in the eye. 

“It kind of is, Jane. I also think you missed a spot.” Kurt beamed as he dipped his middle finger into the flour on the kitchen counter and smeared it on the tip of Jane’s nose.

“Stop it, Kurt,” Jane spat as she tried desperately to hide the smile that crept to the corners of her mouth.

“What did you make?” Kurt asked as he pointed to Jane’s lopsided cake.

Jane explained, “It’s supposed to be a raspberry vanilla cake. I called Sarah, she said it was your favorite. It’s the same one -”

“That my grandma used to make,” Kurt interjected as he gazed lovingly at Jane. Kurt softly smiled as he realized what his wife had done for him.

“Yes. But, your grandma must be rolling around in her grave because I just murdered your birthday cake.” Jane frowned as her disappointment engulfed her.

Kurt chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Jane, allowing the flour to stain his blue shirt as well. He brushed the remaining parts of the eggshell out of her hair as he whispered in her ear, “Jane, the cake... it’s perfect.”

[cvpidsb0ws]

❛CONFESSIONS.❜ | alice in borderland characters

genre: FLUFFFLUFFFLUFF <333

warnings: NONE I THINK!!

sypnosis: headcanons of alice in borderland characters confessing to you.

author's note: did i disappear after just one aouad imagine then appear again with an alice in borderland obsession? yes i did. 😁😁😁😁 !not proofread!

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ryohei arisu

RYOHEI ARISU WOULD BE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU. ONLY YOU.

he's definitely that kind of person to hide his feelings because he's scared of rejection

so that means he's the type to not make the first move at all CONSIDERING HE'S A SHY BB!!!!!!!

BUT BUT BUT HE'LL PROBABLY GROW FED UP OF YOU NOT GETTING THE HINT OF HIS UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU

SO IT WOULD LEAD TO HIM FINALLY CONFESSING AAAAAAAAAAA

arisu would probably be anxious the whole time 😭😭😭😭 like shaking, sweaty palms, stuttering, uncontrollable laughter, etc

HE WOULD PROBABLY CONFESS AT A PICNIC OR SOMETHING SIMILAR <333

he would try his best to cook all of your favorite foods even though he sucks at cooking💪💪

he would buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers!!!!!!!!

OH AND HE WOULD ALSO WRITE A LETTER WHERE HE PUTS 100 FUCKING REASONS WHY HE LOVES YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

he's the type to prepare cue cards because he know he would fumble while he confesses

LIKE HE PROBABLY PREPARED A WHOLE ASS SPEECH BUT THERE WOULD BE A MOMENT WHEN HE JUST STARES AT YOU AND REALIZE HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU WHICH KIND OF LEADS HIM TO JUST SAYING A SIMPLE "i love you"

yuzuha usagi

YUZUHA USAGI WOULD ONLY HAVE YOU AS HER WEAKNESS.

she's someone who has always been fearless, bold, and etc🙀🙀🙀 SO WHEN SHE STARTS TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU, OFC SHE FEELS CONFLICTED OR CONFUSED

probably because she's strong and you making her flustered meant her downfall😁😁

she wasn't complaining though

USAGI WOULDN'T TAKE LONG TO CONTEMPLATE HER FEELINGS FOR YOU THO

if she liked you, then she liked you :)))

AND SHE WOULDN'T BE SCARED OF CONFESSING AT ALL BUT SHE WOULD STILL HAVE HER DOUBTS

doubts that chased her every time she went for a run or climbed a mountain‼️‼️‼️

SHE WOULD PROBABLY BRING YOU TO HER FAVORITE MOUNTAIN BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP

AND SHE WOULD INVITE YOU TO SIT ON THE GROUND AS THE SUN CRACKS LIKE AN EGG YOLK IN THE SKY

she won't even realize that you have already lied your head against her shoulder

AND THAT'S WHAT TRIGGERS HER TO SAY SHE HAS FEELINGS FOR YOU

shuntaro chishiya

chishiya is chishiya. self explanatory. <3

HE WOULD BE IN DENIAL FOR THE LONGEST TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

he will not want to accept the fact that he fell for someone since he has the master manipulator factors and all💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

but you were an exception ;)))

he would practically go from being a logical person to a carefree one for you LIKE HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THINGS WHEN HE'S WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU MAKE HIM FORGET THINGS WORTH WORRYING (and as much as he hates to admit you make him happy)

he would act cold, tease you 25/8 just to cover up the fact he has feelings for you

HE WOULD PROBABLY CONFESS BY HIDING ENVELOPES THAT HELD RIDDLES OR CLUES FOR YOU TO FIND

AND THOSE ENVELOPES WOULD LEAD YOU TO WHERE YOU FIRST MET

he knew you were clever enough to solve them :)

he would stand there waiting while he was wearing a suit that made him itch (BUT HE WOULD REMEMBER THE TIME YOU SAID MEN IN SUITS WERE ATTRACTIVE)

he would also have shampooed and conditioned hair for effort🙏🙏🙏🔥🔥🔥

AND A SIMPLE "i may or may not have feelings for you" WOULD HAVE SUFFICED AS HIS CONFESSION

hikari kuina

YOU WOULD BE HIKARI KUINA'S SOFT SPOT.

she would be too scared to be rejected by you because she didn't want to ruin your friendship

but she would still be confident on confessing #kuinathingzzzzzz

PROBABLY BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO PROVE SHE WAS BRAVE-

SHE WOULD CONFESS BY CHALLENGING YOU

LIKE SHE WOULD INVITE YOU TO FIGHT HER FOR 5 ROUNDS BECAUSE SHE TOLD YOU SHE HAD A SECRET THAT YOU COULD ONLY FOUND OUT IF U WON AGAINST HER.

spoiler: she loses to you on purpose because she knows how much you hate losing😍😍😍😍

SHE LOVED WINNING BUT SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU TO HAVE A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

her being the reason for a smile on your face made her weak🙏🙏🙏🙏

she would also give u a prize for winning <333

EITHER A RING, A NECKLACE, OR A BRACELET

AND SHE WAS THE ONE TO MAKE THEM BY HAND WITH BEADS

although it frustrsted her, she knew it would make you smile

"i love you . . . like so much."

suguru niragi

admit it. suguru nigari will not catch feelings for anyone at all.

unless it's you ofc😍😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏🙏

BUT HE HATED THE FEELING

HE HATED HOW MUCH HE GREW FOND OF YOU

HE HATED HOW YOU MADE HIM BLUSH, FEEL BUTTERFLIES FLUTTERING IN HIS STOMACH, GROW A SMIRK INTO A SMILE, AND MORE.

he would also be confused about his feelings since he's niragi😆😆😆😆

LET'S BE HONEST BECAUSE THIS MAN IS STUBBORN ASF AND WILL NOT CONFESS AT ALL.

he would probably drop big ass hints to wait for you to confess

BUT YOU WOULDN'T GET ANYTHING WHICH CAUSES HIM TO BE ANNOYED

AND SOON ENOUGH

"fuck it, i like you, dumbass."

[lady-lunaaa]

Birthday Boy

Pairing: Armin Arlert x fem!reader

Rating: EXPLICIT! minors do not interact

Warnings: established relationship, sneaking around with family and friends downstairs, female reader, use of pet names 'baby' and 'angel', blowjob, hair pulling, lots of lip gloss, choking on dick, fluffflufffluff (and no h/c in sight, can you believe it).

WC: 3.7K

Lullaby

a/n: idk this just happened...legit sat in bed and wrote this in one go, so if you see any mistakes, no you don't. but birthday boi deserves it 💙 will be thinking about this and him forever, thanks, have a nice day. AND THE BIGGEST THANK YOU TO MY WIFE @dabilove27 WHO BETA'D THE FUCK OUTTA THIS, practically co-wrote jesus, BECAUSE I HAD SQUARE EYES BY THE TIME I WAS DONE. I love you forever <3

Armin is doing the rounds, greeting friends and family and thanking them for coming. It's been a long day. You insisted on making tonight a big affair, pulling out all the stops and decorating his childhood home in birthday streamers, banners and bunches of balloons. You and his mother are a dangerous combination, you can't be stopped once you get going. 

But tonight is special for another reason than just his birthday. You both have an announcement to make, and he's unusually nervous about it. Armin is happy not having the spotlight on himself. It's been that way ever since he was a child, having a best friend like Eren Jaeger meant he wasn't usually seen. Until he met you, of course. You saw him from the very first moment you met him.

He was oblivious at first, he wasn't used to attention, to people flirting with him. Mikasa told him he was an idiot. Actually, so did you. He smiles at the memory, taking a sip from the champagne flute you practically forced into his hands earlier. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he hopes that it's you. You've been gone a while. You went upstairs to prepare for the announcement, you said you'd only be a minute, but it's been at least ten. 

Armin steps out into the hallway, where it's quieter, and fishes his phone out of his trouser pocket. He isn't prepared for what meets him as he presses his fingertip to the scanner. His phone screen is lit up with an image of you, scantily-clad, in a delicate lingerie set. It's new. The same shade of blue as his eyes (he's sure that was an intentional choice on your part). You're perched on the bathroom counter upstairs, back to the mirror, and your head peeking coyly over your shoulder. 

His eyes roam the screen, the curves of your ass, the way your cheeks squidge against the marble counter beneath you, back arched alluringly. 

The front of his slacks tighten, and he hastily lowers his screen's brightness, despite the fact there is no one currently out here. Habit, he guesses. I mean both your families are wandering around and this is his mother's house. He doesn't think you'd be too pleased if his grandma, or one of your brothers, caught an eye full of your bare ass perched on his parent's bathroom counter. He readjusts the front of his trousers surreptitiously before tapping out a response with his thumb. 

A- I thought when you said you were preparing, you meant for our guests. That's taking hospitality a little too far, don't you think?

You immediately send a photo back of your pretty face, eyes rolling dramatically, and he laughs quietly to himself. 

A- Seriously, the boys will never recover if you come down dressed in that…

He watches, heart racing, as the little text at the bottom of the screen displays, 'typing…' 

You - Get up here rn, Arlert. Before I change my mind.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Armin slips his phone back into his pocket and scans the hallway, making sure no one sees him making his way to the stairs. He downs the last of his champagne, in a hasty decision, and sets the flute down on the decorative table by the front door. 

His heart hammers with every careful step he takes, ascending into the darkness of the upper floors, thoughts on your gorgeous body clad in lace all for him. His dick twitches in his pants in anticipation.

~

When he finally knocks on the bathroom door, you open it a crack, smiling softly when you see it's him. Christ, you didn't even lock the door. This is a dangerous game you're playing. You let him in, opening the door just enough that he can slip through, his chest brushing against the frame as he does so. You shut the door quietly and he slides the lock into place. Just in case.

"Took you long enough." You tease. 

"I was barely a minute." He counters, taking a step closer to you and drinking you in. 

"A minute too long." You quip back at him cheekily, mirroring his action and moving closer to him. 

He chuckles, you keep him on his toes that's for sure. You're practically chest to chest now, almost touching, but not quite. The tension is palpable, electricity crackling between your bodies, as you each wait for the other to make the first move. Armin uses the moment to appraise your choice of underwear, once again admiring that soft blue, so beautiful against your skin. 

He lifts a slender finger to trace the edge of the lace that cups your full breast. You shiver at the contact, pushing out your chest in response, unable to help yourself. He continues his journey, letting his finger slip between your cleavage and pulling at the panel of lace that sits between them. The lace pattern is fairly large, and there's no fabric underneath, meaning he can see your pert nipples through the design.

Your tits are pushed together in a way that makes his mouth water. He can't get enough of your squishy curves and soft skin, you make him crazy. 

He slides his other hand over the curve of your shoulder, slow and soft, delighting in the way you shiver. You trail your fingers up his arm delicately, unable to hold back any longer and let him have all the fun, as you run your eyes greedily over his frame. He looks fucking delicious. Smart casual, as is the dress code, but somehow he manages to make simple look so darn good.

It really is unfair of him, wearing a turtleneck, he knows it's a weakness of yours. The slim fit hugs his torso perfectly and accentuates his slender neck, the deep blue material bringing out the different hues in his eyes. He's so pretty it takes your breath away, and you're so glad you finally have a moment alone with him. 

"Missed you." You murmur, voice a breathy whisper. It's silly to miss him when you've been in the same room for hours…but you did anyway. You missed his full attention on you, being able to touch him, be intimate. His heart squeezes in his chest at your confession. 

"Yeah?" 

"Mhm," you hum, pressing your body flush against his (oh how he wishes he wasn't wearing clothes right now), "you look so good tonight, couldn't keep my eyes off you."

It's funny you should say that, because now he's the one who can't keep his eyes off you. There's just too much flesh on display, and the scent of your perfume, mixed with the unique scent of you, has him intoxicated. 

"I missed you too, angel." He whispers, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. He's faintly aware that he feels dizzy, perhaps a side effect of the champagne. Or then again, maybe it's just you. 

"Do you like?" You look down at yourself, gesturing to the lingerie. He nods, lips parting to let out a contented sigh. It stirs the hair brushing against your neck, and he has the sudden impulse to wrap his hand around your delicate throat, to push his thumb into your pulse point and steal the breath from your lungs. 

"I like, very much. This all for me?" He teases, running a finger under the strap of your bra and playing with the lil blue blow that meets the cup. 

"All yours baby." You whisper coyly, fluttering your mascara-clad lashes at him.

He groans and pulls your bra strap towards him before letting it slip from his finger. The snap of the material against your skin makes you yelp and buck into him. 

He loves all the little noises he can elicit from you, the way you play along, and give as much as you get. He likes to play with you, but right now, he's impatient (and very aware of the room full of people waiting for you downstairs). He uses the same finger to trace over the thin lace again, but this time he flicks over your nipple, quick and light, making you gasp.

He moves to give attention to the other one, but you catch his wrist in your hand, manicured nails digging into his skin just slightly. A warning. 

"Uh uh baby, you're the birthday boy, this is all about your pleasure." The words send a thrill shooting down his spine and straight into his cock. God, you're so perfect. And so good to him. 

You let go of his wrist in favour of placing a hand against his chest and walk him backwards across the room. His mother has a weird penchant for putting a decorative chair in every room, including the main bathroom (kind of like fancy hotels), but he finds himself thanking the weird decorative habit as you push him down into the chair with a firm hand. 

You straddle him once he's seated, draping your thighs over his and using the points of your toes against the floor to keep yourself upright. You arch your back so that he can see your ass over your shoulder and walk your fingertips down his chest lightly. 

Fuck, he's so handsome. All blue-eyed and blonde-haired, with that little upturn to his nose, in complete contrast to his strong jawline. He drives you crazy. You wish you could undress him slowly, take your time with him, but your guests won't wait forever. You sigh, feeling the stiffness in his pants poke into your thigh. You roll your hips into his lap and place your arms around his shoulders, leaning in dangerously close. 

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He whispers, pushing his hips up into yours, seeking friction.

"Patience, baby." You whisper against his mouth, glossed lips brushing his, your breaths intermingling. 

Armin can't deal with your lips so close to his, all plumped and shiny from your hot pink gloss, that he assumes you applied just before he got here. They look irresistible, and he should be worried about that gloss staining his own lips, but he isn't. He doesn't care. He surges forward, ready to capture your mouth with his own, but you're quicker. 

You tangle your fingers in the shorter hair at the back of his neck and pull his head back, firm but not harsh, exposing the curve of his throat to you. You watch carefully as his adam's apple bobs in his throat, his turtleneck so tight that you can see the movement through its material. It's mesmerising, watching him do something as simple as swallow.

His plump lips part, breath coming fast, as he regards you from under his lashes. He looks drunk, cheeks flushed and eyes at half mast. His blonde lashes are so long that they skim the apples of his cheeks as he blinks, slow and deliberate. He must know what he does to you, you tell him plenty, how he makes you want to lose control. You want to sink your teeth into him, leave marks. But that will have to wait until later. 

Your heart rate picks up at the thought but time seems to slow. It's so strange the effect Armin has on you (has had on you from day one), as if time stands still when you're with him, so caught up in each other that the rest of the world passes you by - it's inconsequential. 

He looks at you curiously, unsure why you won't kiss him, but trusting you implicitly. You smile, slow and sweet. 

"Not yet, baby, I have other plans for this." You roll your lips together, your cherry pink gloss sticking your lips together for a second, before you let them pop apart. You put on extra for a very good reason, it probably looks ridiculous, but there's a method to your madness. 

Armin tracks your every move, chest rising and falling rapidly. Every time he inhales your breasts squish up against him invitingly. He's getting impatient. Usually, he lasts the longest in your little games…but he's always so needy when you take control. You love it. 

You hold his head back, fingers fisted in his hair, for just a moment longer…to display the control you have over him. He watches you watch him, your gaze heated and affectionate. When you think you've tortured him enough, you pull away and slowly slide from his lap onto the floor, kneeling against the cold tile between his legs. 

Armin slowly tilts his head forward (now that you've relinquished control of it) and watches you descend, his pupils blown wide, engulfing the pretty blue of his irises that you love so much. It's exactly the reason you chose this lingerie set, besides the lace and bows and pretty design, it's the perfect shade of sky blue that immediately made you think of his eyes. 

You slowly undo his belt and pop open the first button of his slacks, humming in appreciation at the hardness you feel brush against your hand as you do so. 

"So hard already, baby," you murmur, petting his erection through his underwear lazily. He sucks in a breath and grips the arms of the chair tightly.

You laugh breathily as you tug his trousers down just enough to let his dick spring free from his boxers. Armin has the prettiest cock you've ever seen, long and curved with a pretty pink head. A pretty cock for a pretty man. 

You wrap your hand around his length and give it an appreciative pump. He throws his head back and lets out a long moan, so sensitive now he's finally being touched. 

Fuck, you love the noises he makes for you. Love it when he pants and whines and groans. You could listen to his symphony all night long, but you're suddenly reminded of the time once again, and decide to give him what he wants. 

You pump his shaft a few more times, satisfied with the precum that beads at his tip. A few more breathy groans escape him, and as much as you adore them, you decide to quiet him down the only way you know how. You peel his shirt away from his stomach, revealing his defined abs, and stuff the end into his mouth. 

"Be a good birthday boy and be quiet, will you?" His eyes flash, liquid heat pooling in their depths, but he nods quickly. 

You watch him as you lean over and press a kiss to his swollen cock head. It leaves a messy red print against his skin in the shape of your lips. You admire your handiwork. Armin's eyes widen, realising the point of the lip gloss.

You waste no more time, licking a long stripe from his balls all the way up his length to his head, where you lap at the pre with little kitten licks, smearing your sticky gloss mark over his tip. Armin pushes his hips into your face, his moan muffled around his shirt. 

"Fuck." He curses, biting down into his makeshift gag. You smile against his cock before you open wide and let him push himself inside your mouth. He's long, too long to fit inside you all at once, and you gag when his mushroom head nudges the back of your throat. He groans louder as your throat constricts around him. So tight. So warm and tight, he can't even think straight. 

You plant your hands on his thighs for leverage, digging your nails into his slacks, if he wasn't wearing them you know you'd leave crescent-shaped welts in his pale skin. You swirl your tongue around his tip as you come back up, delighting in the salty sweet taste of him. 

You breathe in deeply and relax your throat, letting him in further this time. He rolls his hips up, trying to encourage you to increase your pace. Naughty, naughty. You slooowly pull back and focus your attention on his tip, working it between your lips with fervour until he's shaking beneath you, and then dipping down and taking his length into the back of your throat again. You repeat the action a few times, teasing his tip and then swallowing him down. 

At some point his hand finds the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock. You get lazy, eager for him to take back a little control. You open your mouth wider, expanding your throat, and let him fuck gently into your mouth. His grip on you is firm but not rough, he doesn't want to muss up your hair too badly. He pushes his cock to the very back of your throat, slow enough not to cause any pain, but until you're gagging around him uncontrollably. 

He loves that sound, wet and muffled, loves the vibrations against his dick as you moan and hum around him. He's tensing, his movements a little sloppier, more erratic as he chases his high. He can't help but fall apart whenever you look at him like this; eyes hazy and tearful, and your lips stretched around his girth as you make a mess, drool dripping down your chin. Your gloss is smeared across your lips and all over his cock, leaving a ring of sparkling magenta around his base. You think it looks beautiful. This will have to do until you can mark him properly later. 

You can sense he's near climax from the way he's writhing and shaking beneath you, muscles tight, as curses and praise fall from his lips in tandem. At some point his shirt fell from his mouth, you can't find it in you to care, blindly hoping no one can hear you from downstairs. 

"Fuuuck baby, feels so good. My pretty lil' angel always knows how to make me- ahhh, feel good."

You keen at the praise, humming low in the back of your throat, knowing he loves when you're vocal. He shudders, mouth open, and brows pulled up in that perfect display of ecstasy. He looks so pretty and so fucking hot. You're wet, so wet, and painfully turned on. You wish you could fuck him right here, ride his cock until you were squirting all over his thighs, but there isn't time. And your guests might have some objections to that. 

Luckily you're patient, you like the wait, like to be worked up for so long that Armin can practically make you come untouched. 

You slide your right hand up his thigh until you're cupping his rounded balls in your palm, fondling them lightly, as you shove his full length so far down your throat you think you might pass out. Stars dance across your vision, and you feel a rush of arousal pooling in your panties. He comes with a cry, humping your face as he rides out his high, hands holding your head still. 

Your clit throbs at his uncontrolled moans and whines as his warm release paints the back of your throat. You feel tears slide down your cheeks, thank the Lord for waterproof mascara. 

Armin lets his hands slip from the back of your head to the sides of your face. He holds your face in his palms as he comes down from his high, breath returning to normal and his cheeks losing some of their colour. He rubs your sticky bottom lip with his thumb absentmindedly, clearing your face of lip gloss. You could get drunk off the way he looks at you, with sheer adoration, like you're the most precious thing to him in the whole world. And you know that you are, just like he is to you. 

"I wanna eat you out," he breathes, pushing his thumb past your swollen lips. 

You smile around his digit, taking it into your mouth and sucking obediently. The way his eyes darken has slick wetting your panties once more, the lace garment is soaked through now. Nothing much you can do about that. As much as you'd love to take him up on his offer, there isn't time. You part from his thumb with a pop of your lips and let it rest against your bottom lip once more. 

"No time, baby, I'll have to take a rain check." You lean into his palm for a moment, taking comfort in his touch, before you squeeze his thighs with both hands. He takes the hint and lets you rise from the floor, zipping up his pants and straightening out his clothes. 

You cross to the corner and slip on your heels, before stepping into your dress and pulling it up over the curves of your body. Armin stands and makes his way over to you, as you offer your back to him, holding your dress around your front so he can zip it up. He finds the zip and you suck in a breath as his fingertips skim your lower back. He slowly zips you all the way up, standing so close that his breath fans across your neck. You allow yourself to lean into his warmth one more time, and he nuzzles his face into your hair, speaking directly into your ear in a low voice. 

"'M gonna ruin you later." 

You moan quietly, pushing your ass into his crotch as you arch your back slightly. He clamps a hand on your hip to stop you from grinding against him, his dick is half-hard again already, and kisses the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. The action causes your skin to tingle. 

"I very much look forward to it," you smile, tone sultry, as you spin around to face him.

You finally press your lips to his, short and sweet, and full of promise.

"Happy birthday, baby." You whisper against his lips, brushing your nose against his affectionately. He repeats the action, giving you nose kisses until you giggle.

"Come on," he says, lacing his fingers with yours delicately, "let's go introduce everyone to my new fiancee." 

His lips dance across yours as he speaks, and then he's pulling away all too soon. 

He slips the diamond ring from his pocket, where he had it hidden, and you place it on your finger, watching it sparkle in the white lighting. 

Armin raises your joined hands to his lips, gazing at you softly, as he kisses the gemstone. He never fails to make you melt inside, feel all warm and fuzzy, and happier than you even thought you could be. 

You smile back at him lovingly, bottom lip caught between your teeth, trying to contain the elation threatening to burst forth in girlish squeals. 

You take a deep, calming breath. 

"Let's, future hubby."

Page divider by: @/firefly-graphics

Thanks for reading! 💙

[hwajin]

𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬

genre: FLUFFFLUFFFLUFF

pairing: skz x gn!reader

warnings: none

note: had this in my drafts and felt like it is perfect to post on valentines day! it's a bit of a different thing to what i normally write but i hope you like it hehe <33 for further information the actions and lil things described could be seen as activities member and reader did together to have more of a pairing cuz an actual pairing kinda doesn't exist LMAO

not my pics, credits to owner

ᴄʜᴀɴ

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

the nightly view of a big city, lights sparkling and illuminating every corner though the sun has long set. a vast sky splattered with millions and millions of tiny stars. a ceiling accentuated with posters and led lights when you can't sleep at night. the rushed passings of landscapes and lights and houses when you're driving on the highway.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

the first whiff of the ocean after you've travelled for hours and hours on end. dark wood. the forest right after it rained. a freshly cooked meal when you come home after a long, exhausting day. a campfire by night with roasted marshmallows.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

a romantic song you found accidently but grew to love unconditionally. the plattering of rain against the roof. the howling of the wind when you try to sleep. the first, early birds that wake you in the morning. crickets that start chirping at dawn, when the sun has just set.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

freshly washed, damp skin when you peck his cheeks and neck. the sweetness of a chocolate cake you have spent ages on to make. the sudden taste of salted water in your nose and throat when you miserable fail to learn surfing. freshly brewed coffee with a hint of cinnamon.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

home. warm sheets when you're too lazy to get up. the warmness of a hug. the closeness of a first kiss.

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

an amusement park at night, when the lights and neons are the only thing you can see. streetlights passing you at night, when you run in the rain hand in hand, laughing. cats that got a treat. cd and disc racks in a music shop. a newly decorated room, posters and wallpapers splattered everywhere.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

the burning smell of gasoline at a gas station. warm soup that you have when you're sick. cats. strong, black coffee. different foods in restaurants that make your mouth water. the scent of you favourite scented bath bomb.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

a busy city, cars honking and people talking on their phones. late night whispering. the purring of a cat after it just fell asleep. the deep bass when you enter a club, and the ringing in your ears when you exit it hours later.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

a failed dish you've tried out, laughing about it after tasting too much salt. a succeded dish you have finally mastered, after hours of practicing. the bitterness of a lemon that you've been dared to bite into. your favourite ice cream flavour. alcohol mixed with the sweetness of soda.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

secureness. the freshness, heat and dampness after a shower. soft furr of stray cats. hand holding during a walk.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

the staring into your lovers eyes. jewelery dangling around someone's neck, hanging off the collarbones. heart shaped sunglasses. the first rays of sunshine that wake you in the morning. an old tv with a casette recorder, the images blurry. a room scattered with notebooks and headphones and instruments.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

body lotion and hand cream. a café shop. after shave and shampoo and hair spray. freshly washed clothes, and a person's natural scent that catches onto them. autumn leaves that you collect in a pile in your garden, jumping into it like a child.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

the grumpy rustling of bedsheets when you don't want to get up in the morning. late night giggling. echoing songs off the bathroom tiles while the water's running in the shower. the tapping onto the desk to create an imaginery melody. loud, joyful laughter.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

toothpaste in the morning. the sweetness of your favourite chocolate. flavoured chapstick. sweat that catches onto your lips after physical exhaustion. a healthy meal right before dessert. home made milkshakes.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

steadiness. a pillowfight which leads to cuddles. the feeling of blushing. the first interwining of fingers after hesitation.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

soft brush strokes on an empty canvas. a couple in love. sculptures in museums that you could look at for hours. the confused look on someone's face when you snapped a picture of them, without them knowing. the excited tail wiggling of dogs. the crescent moon you watch on a nightly walk.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

scented candles that fill your room. flowers. home made food you decided to prepare together, which has taken you a bit too long. dogs. bedsheets that are lined with the smell of your lover, up until you wash them.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

featherly playings of a piano. bare feet tip toeing against wooden floors, to not wake anybody. the swift sounds of curtains when the wind hits them. ringing laughter against tiles while taking a bath together. content humming when someone runs a hand through your hair. the sounds of kisses being shared with each other, at night.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

warm milk with honey. the first watermelon of the season. fruits in general. late midnight snacks that you sneak. the sudden, unpleasant taste of a dish you don't like, laughing at your reaction right after. kisses you receive after a long day. the salted water of the ocean on your skin after swimming for hours.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

softness. warm water against your skin. the tickling of neck kisses. the butterflies in your stomach when telling your first 'i love you'.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

a far away rainbow that painted itself onto the sky after heavy rain, protruding through thick clouds. the comfortable chaos of a teenager's room. scratches on your knees after falling. a skatepark at night, only lit by a few streetlights. worn out sneakers.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

freshly painted walls in a new apartment. the slight burning smell when you have miserably tried baking. mint chocolate. nail polish. your pets when you have cuddled and played with them too much.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

clothes rustling in your closet while you try matching an outfit. the clinking of chains or jewelery. far away cars on the highway that you hear from your bedroom on sleepness nights. hushed laughs and chuckles in class. noise cancelling music in your headphones.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

an energy drink. your favourite gum you carry around in every bag you own. sweets and soda and sour candies. a hast morning kiss, when neither of you have brushed your teeth yet. slightly soggy fries that you enjoy nevertheless, with a coke.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

fun. rain against your skin. the adrenaline from sneaking out. the slight pain of new shoes that you ignore. a hurried kiss, laced with passion.

ғᴇʟɪx

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

the sun that managed to fight it's ways through thick clouds, the rays hitting earths surface. fluffy dough of pancakes accentuated with strawberries and cream. a field of sunflowers. lotus flowers in a small pond, fish living underneath them.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

freshly baked brownies. baby powder. vanilla pudding with cinnamon. cinnamon in general. freshly mown grass on a late afternoon. sweet popcorn you make at night, to accompany your movie marathon. the smell of flowers and wood combining when taking a walk through the forest.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

birds chirping on a walk in early spring. the sound of a bathtub being filled with water after a long day. the laughter of someone after you've told a joke they liked. soft wind running through leaves and bushes on a summer night.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

the first strawberries of the year. self baked goods that you share with friends and family. freshly brewed fruit tea on a summer afternoon. your favourite milkshake in your favourite café, sharing it with him. a refreshing drink on a hot summer's day.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

happiness. a soft windy breeze. the sun shining down on your skin, warming you up. cuddles under blankets.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

a filled library with students clattered in every corner, natural sunlight illuminating the room. people having picknicks by the lake. a neatly organized bookshelf. a room after you've just finished cleaning. the clouds filled with precipitation, when rain is only seconds away. the soft falling of leaves in early autumn.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

your favourite shampoo that you have thousand and thousand of extra bottles of, in case it runs out. a new book, ready to be read. freshly washed bedsheets that you snuggle right into. breakfast. someone's faint natural, authentic scent that can never be fully covered with perfume.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

the ticking of the watch when a comfortable silence fills the room. the scribbling on paper. faint music in a car, when driving to work. chit chatter from students in school when you make your way through the hallways, one ear occupied with your headphones. the turning of pages in your favourite book.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

your favourite coffee with a snack on a cold day. warm banana bread. green tea. the bit of flavour you taste when nibbling on the back of a pencil, concentrated in your studies. baked and decorated cookies on christmas. your favourite dish your parents make you when you visit them.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

calmness. hot breath against your skin. the warmth of a blanket when the room is cold. the rubbing of nosetips against each other.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ looks like...

chipped nailpolish. a turmoil of people at a birtday party. confetti and fireworks. mismatched sneakers and ripped jeans and oversized jackets. the bright smile of a loved one, so much that their eyes disappear. shy forest animals that disappear when you're nearing them. the glistening streets after it had stopped raining and the sun found it's way back.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ smells like...

fruit shampoo and fruit conditioner. the homely smell of your friend's house. perfume that you put on before leaving for a date. the chlor in swimming pools that sets onto your skin after a while. the sweet flavour of chocolate fruits you buy in amusment parks.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ sounds like...

the intro of your favourite show. children laughing. the clicking of the keyboard of your computer, when you have homework due. the wheels of bikes and skateboards and roller skates against concrete. the frustrated laughter of someone when you tickle them.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ tastes like...

lollipopps. cotton candy. the unexpected taste of a dish you have never tried before. gummy bears. snowflakes that you catch with your mouth before you notice how silly you must look. the nibbling on your lips, when you're nervous, almost drawing blood.

⋆✦⋆ ⎯ feels like...

freedom. laughing so much your stomach hurts. the courage to confess to your crush. the shyness on a first date.

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[multifandomsofficial]

Name:

Warnings: fluffflufffluff

Type: headcanon

Theme:

Notes: the chosen characters sleeping positions

...

Judas: 🥰 he's the little spoon

Thomas: I feel like you'd more be hugging each other

Nathaniel: he's the big spoon most of the time

Matthew: idk I feel like he wants his personal space, so more just holding your hand

Big James: big spoon all the time

Little James: I feel like he'd have an arm around you and you're hugging his torso

Simon Peter: he's married so no babe 😭 you're not Eden

Simon Z: I feel like you'd be hugging to more one of his arms, while you're both holding hands

Andrew: anything with this man he just wanna sleep

Philip: you're facing each other, both of his arms around you

Thaddeus: I feel like he'd have an arm around you, and your arm is resting on his chest

John: ma'am, you are 90% on top of him. Your head and arm is laid gently on his chest, and he has both arms wraped carefully around you.

[butterbeerblurbs]

big and strong, little one (f.w.)

💌: you love fred weasley with all your heart; even if he accidentally makes you upset when you’re bearing his child.

📝 word count: 1,024 words / husband!fred x reader / 🌸fluffflufffluff

💬: based off this prompt from the list: “fred accidentally making you upset while you’re pregnant and trying to make you feel better.“ from the lovely @buckystrenchcoat​ that appeared on my dash and i just took the idea and ran wih it–idk i’m a soft marshmallow ✨

note: written in mind that fred and the reader are back in the burrow for a short little visit. (didn’t mention this in detail but it’s what i had in mind for this little piece hehe)

it was supposed to be an innocent thought that fred let slip past out loud. he thought his thought was endearing. a simple: aw, my little darling’s getting bigger and stronger with my little one inside of her. his way of being affectionate, to convey he was happy that you were healthily carrying his child; that the journey had been (thankfully) smooth-sailing in terms of progress and the baby’s growth inside of you.

yet, it took you less than ten seconds to disappear, isolate yourself in the nature of the burrow as you tried to rationally calm yourself down. 

you knew fred had no ill intentions with his words; he was patient and attentive through and through, if not more. it’s just... with being pregnant, your body was now sharing that space with another life from within you. it was this phase of still trying to feel like yourself even though you weren’t just by yourself anymore. 

there was also a part of your mind that checked you were growing bigger and bigger. that you needed help to do certain things and being independent wasn’t something you could do without putting the baby in harm’s way (really, no pregnant woman should attempt to climb onto the counter to get something from the shelves). 

most days you were more than happy with the changes happening to your body but there are days where you feel... heavy. physically, emotionally, somewhat spiritually.

now here you were, sitting on the grass as you stared to the horizon. the sun had set long ago and the skies turning into the colors that matched your gloomy state. you curled up into a ball as you seated cross-legged, both hands over your bulging belly. twenty weeks of carrying this life in you that was made by you and your husband... freddie... freddie.

your eyes fluttered shut at the thought of the love of your life. how abrupt your reaction was to his words and how quick you were to shut him out. making your move before you can process them. you’re certain fred’s either panicking or figuring out what could have possibly triggered this or... maybe none of that when you feel the presence of someone from behind you.

there was no need to check for who it was when fred’s down to his knees, his arms snaking around you from the back until he envelopes you in his embrace. your eyes remained shut, sinking back into his chest as he kisses the side of your head, lips hovering by your ear right after.

“i’m sorry, honey,” he moves lower to press a kiss to the side of your neck, before nuzzling his face there, “i didn’t mean to upset you,” his hands lap over yours where they part so he can fill the spaces between.

you carefully tilt your head over your shoulder as he lifts his head up, leaning forward to press his forehead onto yours. instinctively he comes closer, stealing a kiss from you before he lures back just a little to gaze into your eyes that open to meet his.

“there’s nothing to apologize for, freddie,”

“i made you upset,”

“yeah because i’m pregnant and i can’t control my feelings,” 

there’s that smile that fred adores. lighting up so effortlessly; glowing. ethereal. sucking the air out of his lungs the more he stares at you. it sets him ablaze just thinking the little one you two share will one day have your resemblance. it makes him hug you tighter, nose brushing over yours as he shifts more into your peripheral.

“still, doesn’t mean i can’t apologize when i’ve made you sad,”

“always trying to one up me, huh?” you snort, easing around his hold so you can face him and fred sinks to sit on the heels of his feet, curling you to his chest. you snuggle against him and he welcomes you almost instantly, arms cocooning you in as he rests his chin atop your head.

“i’m always gonna be five steps behind because you’re the one carrying our child,” he murmurs, an arm hooked to your waist, the other coming up to stroke the back of your head, earning himself a purr of delight from you as you squeeze his torso.

“which, i didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious about your body and the changes you feel. i was just expressing how happy it makes me feel knowing you and our baby are healthy. i really didn’t mean to upset you,” 

“fred weasley,” 

he stiffens a bit but manages to reply with: “yes, y/n weasley?”

when he doesn’t get a response, he leans back to look down on you. already, your eyes are gazing up to him, wide and bright. full of love. the kind of love that has fred dreaming about since he understood what love meant; now looking at him everyday like a dream constantly coming true.

“keep talking like that and i won’t be able to hold myself back in wanting another baby with you,”

he smirks, his hand moving from the back of your head to frame your cheek lovingly, “yeah?”

you nod, nuzzling into his touch, “yeah,”

fred can’t resist the urge to press his lips to yours. stealing a kiss, two, more, until he can’t keep count. the feeling of your lips moving together always brings out pure bliss. in harmony, so lovely together like they were meant to be.

and he’s shifting you around to lay on the grass. he hovers by your side, still kissing you beneath the moonlight. one of your hands through his hair, the other laced with his on your belly, feeling your little one shift inside of you.

he gives you room to breathe, leaning away from your lips and he adores how you want him to be close, both hands now cradling his face to keep him near. he smiles, mirroring the smile that stretches on your face as your eyes lock in to each other. full of endearment; so much that it makes both of your hearts full and hopefully, enough to fill the little one’s beating inside of you.

[tsumuqis]

morning cuddles and braiding | nagito komaeda x reader

heyo! this was requested by my friend on discord, enjoy!

s/o = significant other

TW: gn pronouns, a little ooc nagito, lowercase intentinally used, fluffflufffluff

a/n: dude im actually so proud of this 💀 pls enjoy i worked a whole 3 days on this with a writer’s block 🙏

“shh stop moving, i’m braiding your hair.”

nagito komaeda was sleeping at his cottage, when he was suddenly woken up by a tug on his hair. he looked around to see who it was - and there he saw s/o, sitting behind him braiding his hair.

this was all very confusing to nagito, as he was sure he didn’t sleep with s/o in his room or leave his door unlocked or open.

nagito looked at s/o again, who had a determined expression on their face.

“i’m not saying i don’t enjoy you being here with me, but why and how are you here?” 

s/o paused and glanced at nagito, “well i first came here to give you your food since you didn’t show up for breakfast and i saw your door open, with you sleeping.”

s/o continued, “and i thought your hair looked like it could use some braiding, so i did just that.”

“you came into my room... and your first thought was braiding my hair?” questioned nagito.

s/o blushed, “w-well i just- your hair looked really soft..”

nagito softly smiled looking at s/o. “i never said i minded it, continue on love”

s/o wasted no time and began combing their hands through nagitos hair again, soft and pleasantry filled nagito as he waited for s/o to finish. after about a minute or two, s/o was finished.

“there! it’s all done, what do you think?” s/o asked as they pulled nagito into the bathroom.

nagito stared at his reflection as he gently touched his braided hair. There were a few braids here and there with tiny bands complimenting his hair.

“wow s/o! thank you, i love it!” nagito said as he looked at his reflection with glee in his eyes.

s/o smiled as they pulled nagito in for a kiss, they pulled back with hands interwined in nagitos hair.

“you’re welcome, and not to brag or anything - but i think i did a pretty good job! it suits you well nagito,” s/o beamed.

“i think it does too, my hope” nagito said as he pulled s/o to his bed.

s/o put their arms around nagitos torso as nagito held s/o in his arms. the weight of them both dragging them down upon the matress as they relaxed in each other’s arms. silence hung in the air until it was broke.

“you know you still have to eat right? we can’t have you starving all day..”

“let’s wait a little more.”

“whatever you say you dork.”

[marvelousescapism]

content creator appreciation!! list five favourite sets/art/fic you've made and send this ask to five other content creators! 💕

(Spreading some love and self appreciation to amazing content creators! If 5 overwhelms you, choose one, or three! Whatever suits you)

TYSM MIKEY!!! i didn't think i'd actually have five things to list here but turns out i do:

Lips That Touch Liquor - first fic, quite proud of it, pre-war stucky with a good ratio of angst and fluff i think

with golden string - fluffflufffluff lots of fluff, nothing but retired!happy!cuddly!stucky fluff

Rock On! - clintasha ficlet focusing on clint's deafness and their use of asl

silly fluffy stucky ft russian-speaking steve ficlety thing that i've really got to spruce up and put on ao3 at some point

this lil set of stebie painting his hydra stomper which i don't really like the look of in the mobile app but it looks fine on desktop lmao I Am Not A Gif Maker

bonus: the "stucky cut" of What If ep 1 lol