#i wamt to kiss you

[s3lkie2sato]

thank you for taking care of me and being so sweet and so soft and so kind. you make me feel so at ease even when things feel so out of control. you are so gentle with me and i swear i could just cry and melt and become putty in your soft hands

if i could grasp the stars and lay them in your gentle hands, i'm sure they would rejoice. what i wouldn't give to see the twinkles from them in your eyes.

[tu2tru]

i was wondering could you do a MC who kinda just- craves their help? Like somewhat like a daddy issues trope type thing, an MC who wants the brothers' help and just wamts them to always give them affection/touch. An MC who wants Lucifer to put his hand on their wrist or thigh, an MC who likes to play cards with Mammon, an MC who likes to lay in Levi's lap while watching anime, an MC who loves to lean against Satan while reading, an MC who likes it when Asmo holds their chin while he does their makeup, an MC who holds hands with Beel while snacking, an MC who cuddles and rarely lets go of Belphie when sleeping. The previous were just like examples btw-

✎ Obey Me Brothers જ⁀➴ Providing Attention

In need of attention? The brother's got you .ᐟ They all want to take care of you, and this is how they'd do it -`♡´- .ᐟ

⸝⸝ gender neutral , sfw ⸝⸝

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.ᐟ 𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋

Going to lucifer while he's working, he's ready to focus all his attention on you. Taking a break from everything just to be with you. Lucifer will let you sit on his lap, holding you close to him. You're special to him, and he wants you to feel comfortable with him and the environment. Putting on some calming music for you, laying back, and drawing circles on your back with the occasional kiss on the cheek or forehead. He mostly stays quiet during this, but is as comforting as can be. Though, the exceptional "Are you feeling well?" and "I love you." will be said, just to check in on you.

.ᐟ 𝖬𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇

Mammon would want to to be happy, so he takes you out to fun places that'll get you excited. How about a theme park? He'd be pretty touchy, holding your waist from behind, kissing your neck, always holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your shoulder, stuff like that! He'd also be very vocal, constantly asking you if you're enjoying yourself, and there's always a stream of compliments coming from him. His attention will be focused on you and your happiness. He will even try to win a prize for you! Possibly embarrassing himself in the process, but as long as you're happy, it doesn't matter to him.

.ᐟ 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇

Typically, Levi is the one who would prefer to be receiving the attention, but with you, he loves any interaction with you. He's happy to care for you, no doubt about it. He knows the best way to go about this is to do what he knows helps him. He'll cuddle you closely while watching an anime of your choice. He gives you access to his secret stash of snacks to share together, and he will be feeding you sweets so you can focus on the anime. You'll lay your head on his shoulder, and he freezes up, but will quickly adjust and lay his head on your head too. A comfortable, loving silence under a blanket together, going into the night. Tonight, it's just you and him.

.ᐟ 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇

"Relax with me. I want to take care of you." Satan will start off by making a pot of tea or coffee, whichever you prefer. As it's being made, he picks out a book from his wide selection. He specifically aims for one with beautiful words, just as beautiful as he sees you. Once your drinks are made, and the book is chosen, he sits down, and motions you to sit between his legs. You lay down, your head on his chest. Wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head, holding the book in front of you. He slowly and softly reads the pages to you, while taking breaks here and there to kiss you on the head.

.ᐟ 𝖠𝗌𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗌

Awww , Asmo is happy to give you attention! He will quickly set up a beautiful bubble bath for you! Complete with flower petals, a bath bomb of your choice, calming candles, and the lights dimmed! He's got matching face masks too! He gets in with you and begins to massage your shoulders with a sweet lotion, complimenting your shoulders and just about every inch of you, especially your face. He finds you so cute, he'd be pinching your cheeks if it weren't for your face mask. Though, this doesn't stop him from placing kisses on you everywhere he can. He washes your body and your hair, constantly praising every bit of you. Once you two get out, he's already got matching robes prepared for you. And, a little box of chocolates! He will hand feed them to you, all while still massaging and kissing you. You both get caught up in doing your hair and nails. This goes on, and you end up staying the night with him, falling asleep in his arms.

.ᐟ 𝖡𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗓𝖾𝖻𝗎𝖻

Beelzebub will cook a special meal for you. He knows just what you like. He's been wanting to cook this for you for some time, but was waiting for a proper moment. Now is that moment. Once he finishes, he sits down with you, and will feed his meal to you while holding your cheeks. Any food that falls onto your face will be kissed off by him, but he will kiss you even if there isn't any food on your face. All while looking you in your eyes. He loves your eyes, and thinks you look absolutely delicious. Every bit of you. Ready for dessert? He's ready too. He wants to bake cookies with you. He stays close to you, helping you along the way. You two have fun baking together, and look! He's baked a cookie in the shape of a heart, just for you! As you two eat your cookies together, he can't help but think that you'll always be sweeter than any cookie in the whole world.

.ᐟ 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋

A nap together, of course! He has a big, warm bed of blankets just calling your name. And so is he. You lay with him, and it's like laying on a bed of clouds. A very warm bed of clouds. He holds you so close to him, and strokes your back with his hand. He absolutely will not let go of you. He whispers sweet things to you, and kisses your head constantly. He watches you sleep in his arms, admiring you. Despite being tired, he stays up a bit longer than you, just so he can watch you, kiss you, and hold you. He soon falls asleep with his nose on your forehead, and you both breathe in sync. This will be the best nap he's had in a while.

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i had a lot of fun writing this one, especially asmo's and beel's part! so many kisses! thank you for requesting me- i hope this satisfies :> !

my requests are open, i have more plans for the brothers too! bye ! :) ఌ︎

[whois-jess]

Sugar mami

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

•Mafia AU with Rhea as your sugar mami•

I was sat at home watching some show i found waiting around for Rhea. Since i don't work because Rhea said i am too pretty to work for some other man or woman, i get bored quickly and i have watched so many movies already plus i try to clean but the cleaner Rhea hired does it mostly.

I had Rheas dogs cuddling me as i watch Hangover 1,2 and 3, i pet Barrys head as his eyes shut Luna already asleep and Ryuk asleep on a bed somewhere when the door swings open i knew it was Rhea.

"Hey baby!" I smile getting up to hug her but i stop when i see blood "oh" was all i said and she smiled "bad man didn't pay Mami in time" she smirked taking her shirt off then i hug her "i do hate you killing babe" i frown looking up at her "i know baby its nasty business but its what Mami has to do to stay on top and as you know" she smile waiting for me to finish "Mamis always on top" i smile as she kissed my forehead "i got you something" she says waking to her blazer grabbing a small box handing it to me.

I open the box to a beautiful pair of earrings "oh my babe its beautiful" i smile at her as she smirks at me "had to get my princess something" she says tucking hair behind my ear "i wamt you to wear them tonight" she smiles at me "tonight?" I say confused "yes princess we have dinner with Damian, Dom, Finn and JD" she says and i remember her saying about it last week "oh my god i should get ready!" I says going to leave before turning back kissing Rheas cheek "thank you" i smile running to our room.

I run in our room which was bigger than most dashing to my walk in wardrobe Rhea got some people to install for me to put all my clothes in she made them build me my own room for jewelry and bags as well. I rush to fine something nice as this was a big dinner and Rhea liked when i dressed up, i found a black short dress and a necklace Rhea got me which was gold with our initials on it with diamonds i also put my rings on and bracelets.

"Ready!" I smile walking over in my black heels that match my dress "you look beautiful like normal, now car is ready" she smiles taking my hand kissing it while looking into my eyes "so do you" i smile looking at her sliver jewelry and suite, we walk to the car which had bodyguard car to drive beside us as Rhea was wanted and killing he for even me will put a man status even higher and people were power hungry.

We step into the car Rheas hand on my thigh as we drive through the night, i look at the pretty light and stars as we drive by streets almost empty. The car stop outside a fancy restaurant very busy looking "looks nice" i smile at Rhea as she helps me out "only for you princess" she smiles as we link our walking in her bodyguards following us in, we see a table with four men at "guys this is Y/n, Y/n this is Damian, Dom, Finn and JD" i smile at them "hi" i say and they l say hi back as Rhea helps me sit down and sits by me her hand once again on my thigh "get whatever you like princess" she whisper to me before talking to the guys about business and some threatening gangs when a man probably in his 30s walks over and Rhea attention is immediately on him "Mark" Rhea smiles at him and the man looks kind of scared "now Mark lets cut to the chase wheres my money huh Mark where is it my babys ring don't buy themselves" she says pulling me closer as i still look at this man who glaces at me "i don't have it.." Mark mumbles "Speak up i dont like mumbling" Rhea snaps "i don't have the money!" He says louder and Rhea chuckles and looks at Damian and Dom who get up and hold Mark "now now Mark this is the 4th week you know what i said" venom was dripping of every word "you can't say you have a family but i have my baby okay Mark. And your very late on payment" her glare never leaves this poor man "i just need one more week Miss Ripley i am close to enough" Rhea lets a breathy chuckle out "your lucky my princess is here or i would shoot you dead Mark but my baby doesn't like that stuff so thank her for you living another week." Mark lets out a breath he must of been holding in as she shows the gun she had on her "one more week Mark i can't being doing this forever" and with that Dom and Damian let Mark go and he rushes out the restaurant "baby he said he had a family" i say sad that kids could lose their dad "he has multiple baby, its his excuse he doesn't love them" She says her arms still around me and i feel less bad for him.

"So Y/n" Dom says "you want kids" he smiles at me and i see Rhea glaring at him "i do actually" i smile back "baby Rheas" he smirks and she kicks him under the table "i will still kill you Dom" she says and i look at her "a family would be nice" i smile and she smiles back "okay baby one day i will give you a family you want" she kisses my forehead before glaring at Dom who just smiles innocently "what drink babe" i look over the menu "blue lagoon" i smile and she takes my hand of course she says sending someone to get my drink "want your naiks done again baby" she says looking at them "yeah these are getting old" i admit "lets get them done together" she says as my drink come back and she gets a bodyguard to test it to make sure no poison was in it and was it got the clear i started to drink it "lets get some food" JD says and the rest agree "princess order first" Rhea says kissing my lips as i kiss back "we are here" Damian says and Rhea flips him off making me giggle.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Can you write about jakes “mini me” daughter, Lo’aks twin sister, maybe like an embarrassing story or something really funny lol

Same face

Pairing- Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- Sometimes its not so cool to share the same face as your brother.

A/N- this is just really short and simple but i like it.

You and Lo'ak. The sun and the moon. The obedient one and the defiant one.

You and Lo'ak were born of the same seed, and as you grew up you two shared everything, toys, clothes, and the same face. Many people have thought you were Lo'ak and Lo'ak was you. But your personalities couldn't be more than different.

You always listened to your father, tou inly wamted to make him proud, whereas Lo'ak was more reckless, defining order but you were always there by his side to save his ass.

Recently, you may or may not have been talking with a boy from your clan, Rawm. He was a sweet boy, he walked with you, talked, he even learned to weave to spend time with you. He made you feel special.

Rawm walked into the grassway and he saw from the back what looked like you. He held a flower that he knew you adored. He walked fast past peering eyes. He stood behind the figure and your other siblings who looked confused as he spoke. "Y/N, don't turn around." He said before continuing to speak. "I like you, really like you and wanted to know if you wanted to court." He said and silence.

"Rawm." You said from the entrance to the grassway. He turns around wide eyed. He turns back to the person he was talking too. Lo'ak. Heat rushed to the boys face. "Of course Rawm, actually screw courting let's just mate right here right now.." Lo'ak said throwing his arms up and around the boy. Laughter surrounded the area as many people looked around at Lo'ak who put one of his legs halfway on the air as he gave Rawm a kiss on the cheek. You cringe at the sight as you walk to them and Lo'ak throws one arm over you and cracks a smile.

"Lo'ak your embarrassing the boy." Neteyam said trying to peel his brother off of the boy. Kiri was on the brink of tears as she couldn't help but let her obnoxious laughter fill the wind. Tuk ran up to you and was spilling what happened and what led to the events that were happening in front of your eyes. But you were just stuck.

"Come on new Lo'ak lets go tell our parents about this joyous event." Lo'ak said as you walked away shooting Rawm a apologetic look.

[kaphzzz]

gimme a minute still workin but i ujst want to say a huge thank you to whoever modeled charles's hand he has very pretty hanfs i need arthur to kiss them nonstop i stare at them in game now i make those hands do whatever i wamt

[giornosnails]

i love your odious design i love them sm THWY'RE SO PRETTY RAHHSDDSHDSOI i wamt to kiss them,, can i give them some lemon bars (i saw that you said they were a wasp, i read somewhere that wasps like sweet foods so yeaya)

thanmk you :o)) Odious liked them hes just being mean

[toxifoxx]

camn i . camn i kiss the pretty ourple man ? pleade ,

wamt to kiss himn . mwah . ah . brain is not working but i wnt to kiss the purple man .

you can indeed kiss him!!! and you should! he deserves it! (he doesn't but lets ignore that)

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

ERIK DESTLER MOMMY KINK?! PLS PLS PLS PLS I HAVE NEVER WAMTED TO VIEW SOMETHING WITH MY EYES SO BADLY IN MY ENTIRE LIFE🙏🙏🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ the way you write him is genuinely so mf good like every time i see your writing it feels like looking into the eyes of some eldrich god in the best way, I feel like a Victorian child eating a pizza lunchable that's how soul ascending your fics are

You, I like you. I have decided you are my favorite anon! I hope you enjoy!! (I refer to Erik’s birth mother by the name madeline!) I’m doing headcannons for this one, but you can be sure a full one shot will follow!!!

How he Found Out

Erik more than likely discovered this kink when he was masturbating to the thought of you. He was moaning loudly, furiously stroking himself and desperately clutching your well loved nightgown close to him, when all of a sudden cries of ‘maman!’ began to bubble past his lips.

Erik more than likely doesn’t even realize what he’s saying, too focused on the image of you on top of him in his mind and his swiftly approaching orgasm.

Goes for about four rounds before calming down enough for the realization to kick in.

Once Erik realizes what he said, he feels an immense amount of shame. At the same time, however, he acknowledges that calling you mommy increases his pleasure and feels healing or comforting in some way. In fact, the mere thought makes him hard enough for a fifth round.

Makes a vow to himself that he will never let you know, and to only call you mommy when he’s by himself. Even so, Erik can’t help but slightly wish you would find out so he didn’t have to hide it anymore.

Fantasizes about you praising him constantly. And when you do actually praise him, even something as simple as praising him for his music or drinking water, makes him rock hard in five seconds flat. So yeah, your words hold an even bigger substantial weight now.

“Maman! Maman please, I’ve been a good boy, I’m your good boy! Maman, please!!”

How you found out

You began to notice that whenever you fucked Erik recently, he has a habit of trying to cover his mouth. Of course, loving the noises Erik makes and being concerned he was shying away from you, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

The next time he’s writhing in pleasure beneath you, you edge him mercilessly just to get Erik all the more desperate. And then, you overstimulate him until he’s nothing but a babbling, sobbing mess, while you start to mix in high amounts of praise as he grabs at you and begs for kisses.

Around his third orgasm straight, Erik’s hand makes it’s way to cover his misshapen lips as his eyes roll back and he spasms beneath you.

Erik can’t help the pathetically aroused whine that leaves his mouth as your hands come up just to pin both of his down by the sides of his head.

“Not this time, baby. I want to hear all those pretty little sounds you make~”

Sobs wrack his body as you go back to edging him. Eriks absolutely desperate for his orgasm but at the same time he’s so overstimulated he can barely think! And then before he can stop himself, Erik loses his mental grip on his mouth.

“Maman! Maman! Maman! Ma-Maman, let me cum please! I need it!! Pleasepleasepleeeaase!”

Shock and horror is painted on Erik’s face as you stop rocking on him to properly process his words. While you may not be natively French, you did know enough of what Erik taught you so far to pick out a few words, however this was not one of them.

“Wanna repeat that, sugar?”

Gazing up at you, Erik’s face burned with heat as his lips trembled.

Seeing as though Erik was having a hard time speaking, you leaned down and began to press kisses on his neck and mouth, whispering:

“It’s okay, baby. I won’t be upset, but why don’t you tell me what you said, darling?”

Skeletal hands gripped you to prevent you from moving away as Erik braced himself for his next words.

“I-I said maman…it-it means….it means mommy.”

Erik watched, with a measure of surprise, as you smirked before pecking his lips. A low whisper of the words ‘good boy’ washed all of Erik’s worries away, as he looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Is this why you’ve been covering your moans lately, baby?”

Nodding his head and avoiding your gaze once more, Erik let a moan leave his lips and allowed his eyes to shoot back to you as you started bouncing on him once again.

“Let mommy take care of you, darling~ okay?”

Unable to stop calling you mommy whenever you fuck him now. Like, it’s physically impossible.

side effects(???)

As you let Erik explore this kink, you will find he has some new habits, or habits that may have been small before but are absolutely magnified now! Let’s go through them, shall we?

Say it with me, now! Oral fixation!

That’s right, Erik feels the need to have some part of you in his mouth at almost all times! Whether that be your fingers, breasts, eating you out, or even sucking on your neck and thighs! You name it, he’s probably going to beg to put that part of you in his mouth.

Erik doesn’t really understand why this is, but luckily for you guys, I’m a psychology major so I can explain. (Warning, we’re taking a brief break from the sexy.)

Anyways, according to Freud when babies are first born up until about 18 months they get most of their pleasure through the mouth, i.e. thumbsucking, teething, and, you guessed it, breast feeding. If the baby does not receive or perform these things, it develops into oral fixation as they age.

I’m willing to bet that Madeline did not breastfeed Erik as much as she should have, or even at all as she could have just used a bottle from the start, and so sucking on your skin produces a calming or pleasurable effect on Erik.

(Back to the sexy)

That being said, Erik begins to hyper-fixate on your chest.

Now, this doesn’t mean that this is his favorite body part of yours, (because let’s be real, he doesn’t have one, he worships all of you equally.) but sucking on your breasts feels the most nurturing and comforting to Erik.

Also, just because he mouths at your breasts during sex, doesn’t mean he won’t do it when he’s not aroused either.

Often times Erik will find you when your laying down and sheepishly ask you if he can put his mouth on your chest while he cuddles with you. He’ll look up at you with half lidded eyes as he sleepily ‘nurses’ on your chest, and Erik has actually fallen asleep like this numerous times.

Isn’t aware that too much nursing can actually irritate your nipples, but once he finds out he does his best to get you whatever salves you need to make sure you aren’t in pain or uncomfortable.

While you’re wearing the salve and he can’t suck on your breasts, Erik sets you in his lap so he can bury his face in your neck and suck there instead.

Another thing that Erik starts to crave is for you to lay his head in your lap while your fingers gently brush against his scalp, gently whispering or singing lullabies to him while he relaxes into your touch. When he’s like this he looks up at you with such reverence it’s almost unreal, marveling at the way you take care of him.

Therefore, when you’re fucking him, it’s important to Erik that you pet his head and cup his face. He lets out the prettiest little sounds as he leans into your touch and tears gleam in his eyes while you make him see stars.

No matter how much you think Erik’s desperate for praise, he’s even more desperate. He begins to express it especially as soon as you find out about his mommy kink.

Praise Erik for being so good for you as he sucks on your breasts and you bring him to climax inside of you, he’ll go feral. Offhandedly tell him he’s doing a good job and he’s on his knees in seconds begging to pleasure you. Tell Erik how handsome and perfect he is, even if you’re just kissing him? Orgasming immediately.

Pet names!!!! He needs them!!!!

Erik loves it when you call him a good boy, but a close second and third is babydoll and sugar. He melts whenever you use pet names, they make him feel so loved. (Use the word ‘my’ I front of any of those words and watch him implode.)

Thats about all for now! I hope you enjoyed, my lovelies!

[bruhstation]

Here it is! (I have mixed feelings with your Spencer, I don't know if I wamt to kiss him or punch him)

YOU MADE THE SIDESWIPE REDRAW YESSSSSSSSS goddamn he’s always doing that fuckass dreamworks face complete with the eyebrows and smirk. He thinks everything’s a game

[tokusaatsus]

anzu — morning glory

warnings: mentions of overwork, exhaustion, sleep deprivation

It’s not an uncommon sight to wake up and see Anzu, tucked haphazardly under the covers next to you, wearing a mix of sweatpants and a formal jacket, her glasses still  on and her hair tied up in a tight ponytail. Your sleep-blurred eyes search for the clock on your bedside table, and it reads 05:23. Five AM. Surprisingly resonable, coming from her.

You can attest to that—you’ve see Anzu run on two hours of sleep and a shit-ton of energy drinks more times than you think is really necessary. At this rate, she might give both Hasumi and Isara a run for their money with how much of a workaholic your girlfriend is becoming.

You reach out to untie her hair, letting it fall back in loose waves. She stirs but doesn’t wake, and you gently turn her onto her back so you can remove her glasses. There are red marks around her eyes and along the bridge of her nose, where the frames have pressed into the skin. “Anzu, love,” You say with an exasperated sigh. “How many times have I told you to take better care of yourself?”

There’s no answer, which is how you know she’s well and truly asleep.

You fumble under your pillow for her phone, swiping it open with ease. Anzu is guarded at the best of times, but her heart is yours and she would trust you with her life. Navigating to her contacts, you find the one labelled Tenshouin, and shoot him a quick text.

hey its y/n

can you cancel all anzus apointments tmrw, she needs to rest

dw ill handle the extra work

thanks <3

The message marks itself as delivered and you nod approvingly. The next step is to turn off her alarms, plural, set for six AM because you know she sets at least five at all times so she isn’t tempted to hit the snooze button.

Again, she stirs—but this time, it’s just to pull you closer. Anzu curls herself around your arm, burying her face into the crook of your neck. The furrow in her brow smooths out, all her incessant worrying sated by your presence alone. You let out another sigh, fonder this time, and thread your fingers through her hair. 

Still, loving her is easy. You wouldn’t trade what you have right now for the world.

It’s true, she may be stubborn and single-minded and terrible at times, but she also has a heart too big for her body and a smile brighter than the sun. These are the things that you love about her, because they make up who she is.

You lean against the covers and watche as she snuggles closer, her face smushed into your side. The barest slivers of morning light streaks through the gaps in the windowblinds and illuminates strands of her coffee-toffee hair. Her eyebrows furrow, forehead scrunching up, and she turns her face away to avoid the annoying brightness.

“Sweet dreams, love,” You say, fondly. She is everything that is good and kind in the world and you are so terribly lucky to be able to hold her warmth in your hands.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 531 words

reze txt. sorry i love mywife..... my beloved.... i wamt to kiss her.... her button nose....

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[halimasissyslave]

turn your girlfriend into your best friend😜🥰

first its very common for closeted sissys and trans bois to want to fit into modern society by having girlfriends, and pretending to be real men.

Its very hard to balance sissy desires and real man life, so the alternative is to let her know

First step is to let her dominate you in bed!! You want to be weak and submissive, she will quilckly learn to take the lead, you should not be receiving any oral pleasure.. ever, you can eat her out and suck her tits if asked, she decides when its time, amd you never ask, if sje is tired you snuggle her and kiss her good night.

Second step once she has learned you are inferior man, at this point ahe should have a cute name for your clit, and make comments on how she wears the pants, you can then aproach her with the idea of wearing panties since she doesnt anymore to go to work...

Third step, tell her you admire bbc and blm and you want her to be part of the movement, at this point you sex life will become mostly non existant, this is ok, ince she has started dressing different and is changing, you want to ecourage the change, and embrace it, you can start talking openly about her ex with her, you will be surprised how much she still follows him, you wamt to be playing with your holes thinking of her exs and fall for them too. Eventually she will either leave or stay for your money...

Fourth step this is a more personal thing for me, but i told her i was intimate with my friends as a kid... she was not ahocked a bit. Now we both crush on her ex, and shop clothing together, she lets me dress but she doesnt want to see me in girl mide she thinks its a mental illness...

I will contact trans helo soon maybe hrt

[bibuckagenda]

Bridgerton season 3 ep 3 rant following:

What is this a dream sequence whose dream sequence OMG HE WANT S HE RSNJSJAB

YES BOY WAMTS HER SO BAD GOOD MORNING MR BRIDGERTON

Ur suspicious

Yes good acquaintance

Are you alright!!!????

Debling mention!!!!!

They’re so dumb and in love I hate them

Oh I want them to fuck

Colin acknowledge your feelings you stupid man

It will be because if you oooh that man does NOT like that

DEBLING

Is he a vegan or vegetarian? I want to get it right

Oh he’s got jokes debling sir

Oh that Colin stare he is uncomfortable

Cressida you’ve become a nuanced character and. I love that for you

He does not like she does not want to be seen with him

He is panicking on the inside oh this is fabulous

THE STARE OMG HE WAMTS IT SO BAD

Oh no oh no LOSTEN pen needs to end up with Colin so like if Cressida can find love with lord vegan I say let her

Oh I like her who is she blonde babe what’s your name!!!!!! Ben get PUT OF HERE

Oh it’s windy something disastrous is about to hapoen

Is it going for pen is he gonna run for her what’s about to happen

They’re gonna get OMG NO

He was gonna protect her I’m screaming

Colin look Colin look Colin look

Pen I need you to know you’re LOVED

Cheap thrills we love

Oh Violet I think he likes you

Someone ask my pool or to dance

Man 1: you are a cad

Oh she likes him too bitch

She’s getting tongue tied she thinks he’s cuuuuute

Ooooh old people flirting

Oooh silence man what’s your name

Oooohh fran I’m giggling again

What is your name!!! Give him your name!!! Give me your name!!!!

Ooooh bitch Tilley Arnold is she book canon or just show she gonna fuck Benedict up is that what’s going to happen

If you can do anything you should make out with pen thanks

Debling making moves I see

Oh no I don’t want to feel bad for Cressida

Colin catching a clue part 2

Gather up the courage to ask ASK ASK ASK

He’s focused omgvehat us he doing

Ur in public DOES HE KISS HER IN PUBLIC

I’m too scared to hit play omg

Oh thank Christ

Colin bridgerton she is slipping through your fingers

Happier than ever bridgerton really gets shit done right

[goldenlaquer]

AHHHHHHH OPEN REQUESTs FOR R6 AND COD ?? BABE U ARE THE HERO WE NEED BUT DON'T DESERVE !! Smooching ur sad face... bratty teasing pining reader with Mute, maybe? I heard his exhale in his trailer and AJWOOWKSJJAK WOOF WOOF i will tug his clothes steal his ammo tie his shoelaces GRRFFFF he gives me grief by existing and i wamt to give him some back. Ummm hcs obvsly those are great. Sfw would be aweeeesome ♡ thank u for your seggsy writimg always

MAH FIRST R6S REQUEST!!!! Thank you so much for coming to the call and fueling this madness!!! I shall make him suffer 🫡

Mark "Mute" Chandar Headcanons:

He fascinates you.

His every measured exhale under that impersonal gas mask. The restrained grace of his gloved hands by his sides. The controlled turn of his head. The absolute stillness of his presence. People say he's too quiet, and you suppose he is, but you think quiet is not quite the right word to describe Mute. No, "quiet" sounds more fitting for a shy, diminutive man. Mute is not shy or diminutive, quite the opposite. He's... imposing. Yes, imposing. He fills the space with his silence, and when he speaks, with his curt words (and you've heard him talk, that commanding drawl that is his Yorkshire tongue), with his austere build, and with the efficient prowl of his body over the playing field. It captures your eyes and ensnares your attention, makes you wonder where he gets that stoic composure from. And makes you wonder then, how you can break it.

He hates you.

Or at the very least, he dislikes you, because hate is a strong word that requires time and energy—you don't think someone like Mute would bother giving time and energy into someone he deems a waste of it. He hasn't expended himself into saying as much, but it doesn’t take even a genius to guess, how he must see you.

That babbling ninny. That scurrying busybody. That gravel in his boot.

All unflattering sobriquets of yourself— but hey, you take full responsibility for it. After all, you've got no one but yourself to blame for wrapping up in a terrible mischief with him, especially with how quick you come to realize that he isn't as stone as he appears.

What is a barrier to others is a mere suggestion to you. His guarded silence is a perfect opportunity you've taken yourself to fill with chatter that you're sure grates his nerves. Cheery greetings that are unreciprocated, questions that are ignored and questions that receive one word answers that you treasure and mull over and over in your head like a smitten idiot.

(Whatcha doin? No. What's your favorite color? No. You like jazz? No. Can I see you without your mask? No.)

You breathe in temerity and breathe out obstinacy. Audacity kindles every fiber of your being, and Mute with his frosty ire is the fuel that keeps it burning. You reach out with fluttery fingers and, like a seeking child, tug at his straps and pockets for attention that he refuses to give. You poke his sides and scritch the underside his mask like you would a cat, and you are reminded of the delicate bones in your finger when he grabs it and gives a warning squeeze.

It doesn't work, but make it worse. Your offenses grow bolder still. You camp out under chairs and tables so you can tie together his shoelaces and yell boo! to his unaffected countenance. And he fishes you out and puts you back on your ass so you can go ahead and lace his boots back properly again. You steal a gun from a holster and empty out its bullets into your shirt, offering a generous exchange: one kiss per bullet.

and you pout as he fists the front of your clothes, and shakes you, metal falling off you like candy from a piñata.

You fill in some of his blanks with what you hear from others, snippets of the snippets. That he's a genius, a child prodigy of some sort. University at 14. Operator at 25. Impressive.

"You a nerd, Mute?" You have to ask, toeing the line between bravery and plain stupidity, wanting to push him into something beyond pale of his stoic irritation. And you think you come so close to that, your breath held as his head slowly turns to you. And you can sense it, the simmering red that lies under his skin— but only after a stretch of strained silence, Mute dismisses your existence all together by turning his head back away.

This is a risky and nonsensical game that you’ve initiated, one that he wants no damn part of, and one that you’re determined to see to an end.

Like a stray, you follow him around so much, one quick step behind his long, impatient strides, that Smoke jokes that Mute has picked himself up a little miss poppet of a shadow.

You enjoy this. You think that you can do this forever. Bug him until he snaps and, and kills you or whatever. Or until, one day, the front of your shirt is grabbed and you're suddenly hauled up to the height of six foot one, until you can see nothing beyond your moon eyes blinking in reflection of his dark lenses.

Piss. Off.

His low, harsh voice forms each growled word with punctured vehemence.

Oh, you've done it now. This is too much. This. The wide expanse of his armored chest flattening against your much smaller and softer form, pushing deeper into you with each heavy, angered breath, filling your ears with no room for quarter. Like this, he is not quiet. Like this, he is not stiff. No, he's alive, full of furnace heat and motion, and very much pissed off.

He means to scare you off like this, to use his height and menacing anonymity to cow you into submission, into leaving him alone.

But this is what you want. All that you have craved for and more. Everything you've worked towards built on the hope of seeing just one sliver of this scene.

So instead of cowering away, you all but arch forward into his grip, into his chest, your excited pants picking up to sync with his. And in the mirror of his mask, you see how your lips slightly part, the roundness of your shiny eyes. In that moment, you see yourself exactly as how he must see you. Just how— adoring, you look.

He stiffens— in rage? in disgust? you don't know, you don't care youdon'tcare– and his grip tightens in your shirt, your collar definitely ruined beyond repair. You hear your quivering breath pick up and feel the pulse in your throat throb as you are dragged further into him until there is only a gap the width of a piece of paper separating your trembling mouth from kissing 'X'.

(and if you let out a whimper here; what would happen?)

Apparently, a fuckin’ hell in the form of a tempestuous snarl ground out through gritted teeth is what you get.

and you are unceremoniously thrust back to Earth, your shirt’s neckline gaping horribly around your throat. Left behind to dazedly watch with a pleased smile at the retreat of his broad back and the string of colorful choice words he leaves in his wake.

You: 1. Mute: 0.

[lowlight-moth]

COMIJ OUT OF MY CAGE AND IVE BEEN DOING JUST FINE GOTTA GOTTA BE DOWN BECAUSE I WAMT IT ALL IT WAS ONLY A KISS HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS IT WAS ONLY A KISS IT WAS ONLY A KISS

NOW IM FALLING ASLEEP AND SHES CALLJNG A CRAB WHILE HES HAVING A SMOKE AND SHES TAKING A DRAG NOW THEIR GOIN TO BEF AND MY STOMAACH IS SICK AND ITS ALL IN MY HEAD BUT SHES TOUCHING HIS

CHEST NOW HE TAKES OFF HWR DRESS NOW LET ME GO AND I JUST CANT LOOK ITS KILLING ME THEY’RE TAKING CONTROOOOOOLLLLLL

JEALOUSY TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES CHOKING ON YUPR ALIBIES BUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLING ME OPEN UP MY EAAAAAAAAGERRRRRRR EYES CUZ IM MR BRIGHT SIDE

liiiiight i think your shinigami got loose in my inbox can you come get him

[juicydurance1]

So what i got to do too spend time

Can you tell me what too fo when i.walk in me wamt a kiss

If you gat money 💰

[poleaxewife]

Maybe its the progesterone and T-gel talking but I cannot stop thinking about getting my hands on you. Pulling you tight against me, feeling your skin on mine, your breath against me. I can't get the thought of my teeth in your neck out of my mind while I sink into you. I want to hear you call my name and tell me that you're mine. I want to pin you amd ravage you and ruin you and show you forever and always that I'm yours. I wanna see you shudder, and I wanna see the way you'll grin when you see me laid bare for you. I wanna take care of you and be taken care of. I want to fuck you into every single surface in our home, and I wanna fill every single inch of it with warm memories of the way you smell when you wear my jackets. I wanna leavee you covered in hickies and bite marks and bruises and blood but I also wanna shower you in a million a billion a trillion kisses. One day, I'll be able to show you with my hands and with my lips and with every part of me how much you mean to me, how much you matter, how big you make every moment of my life. I want to make you scream my name, but I also wanna hear how you greet me after a long day. I wamt every part of you as carnally as I can and as soft and as soft and sweet as I can. I'm so madly in love.