#my fave soft thing in the whole world...

[karliahs]

hey don't cry. fictional characters falling asleep on each other

[clawsdevour]

̩͙ ͜ ɞ sugawara bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, my shitty writing, slight mention of praise, not proofread, BOYFRIENNDDD sugawara

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-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to definitely show up at your doorstep with flowers because he walked by a floral shop and a specific bouquet made him think of you. Every date you go on with him, he's also bringing flowers to give upon meeting you.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to cook you some warm yummy soup whenever your sick. Even if you tell him not to visit you when you're sick, he'd always make time to rush over to take care of you and check up on your current condition.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to head over to a grocery store to get your favorite sweets and chocolates to create a little basket whenever you're on your period. He'd also fill all of your period cravings with your faves even if it means running out to the restaurant nearby for your sweet treat.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to always hold the door open for you and pull and push out your chair. He doesn't have to do large grand gestures to show his love when he'd rather do the simple little things consistently to show how he cares for you in other ways.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to post you all over his social media or just genuinely always have your name rolling out of his mouth. He just loves updating his family and friends on your guys' relationship because he wants the whole world to know how lucky he is to be your boyfriend.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to never have his eyes on other women to which he also trusts you to do the same. He'd always tell women who ask for his socials that he has a partner right from the bat nicely. If the women who ask are more pushy, he'd completely remove himself from the room.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to have your parents on their knees begging for him to be their son-in-law. He's very soft-spoken and great with his words and actions. His parents would love him as a person. The plus is how much he'd talk about you and how he'd word his love out.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to go at the most slow and consistent rate because he doesn't wanna cause you any discomfort. He also knows that the gradual build-up lets you feel more than when he goes at a faster pace, loving whenever you sob out how good and sensational it feels when it rubs against your gummy walls.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to praise you when you manage it take it's all in. He'd enter you slowly while peppering his gentle kisses on your skin. His eyes are always laid on your expressive facial features while you let out your cute whimpers and call out for him to kiss you.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to sweet talk you as his big warm arms are wrapped around you under the sheets. He loves having his nose in your hair to smell the scent of the shampoo and conditioner you use.

masterlist here

[eunnieboo]

IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at ��

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️����

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

[wendichester]

safe and sound was absolutely beautiful 🥹 dad!dean is one of my faves, and for every story i read about him as a dad, i truly believe it’s like he would have had been if he would have had a child of his own 🩵 could you write sth with dean and his bby about she having her first sleepover ever? baby winchester can have the age you prefer, but i know sth for a fact, dean wouldn’t sleep that night, he would miss his girl until he picks her up, but he would also very sooo happy that she has a relatively more normal childhood than he did ✨

no one can change my mind, dean winchester deserved the world 😭

₊˚⊹♡ first night, forever girl,

summary. dean's gone through a lot, but dropping his little girl at her first sleepover? that's the hardest thing he's ever had to do in his entire life

pairing. dad!dean winchester x 8yo daughter!reader genre. fluffy fluff

wordcount. 645

notes / warnings. dean winchester being the world's most emotionally repressed softie: no actual sadness—just man vs. sleepover-induced heartbreak

Dean’s standing by the Impala like he’s witnessing the end of the world.

His daughter—his baby, his tiny tornado of a human—is halfway up the walkway of her friend’s house, backpack bouncing and braid swaying, when she turns and beams at him with her whole face.

And Dean Winchester melts.

She waves. “BYE, DADDY! LOVE YOU!”

“Love you more,” he calls back, voice caught somewhere between proud and panicked.

She vanishes inside. The door shuts.

And Dean stands there, alone on the porch, looking like he just got dumped by the love of his life. Which, technically, he kind of did.

“She’ll be fine,” Sam says gently from the passenger seat when Dean climbs back into the Impala, still staring at the house like it might explode. “It’s a sleepover, not the end of the world.”

“You don’t know that,” Dean mutters. “What if they give her the wrong kind of mac and cheese?”

Sam blinks. “That’s your concern?”

“It matters, Sam.” Dean grips the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline. “She likes the spiral kind. Shells are a betrayal.”

Sam snorts and pats his shoulder. “You’re a wreck.”

“She's never been away for the night,” Dean mumbles, eyes on the rearview like she might suddenly sprint back out and change her mind. “Not once. She still can’t reach the top cabinet without a chair.”

“She’s eight.”

“Exactly.”

Sam doesn’t argue. Because he gets it—they never had this. A childhood with birthday parties and glittery backpacks and sleepovers. Dean made sure she did.

It’s 11:37 PM when Dean finally stops pacing.

She would’ve been tucked in by now. Maybe they’re watching movies. Maybe she’s cold and too polite to ask for an extra blanket. What if she forgot her toothbrush? What if—

BZZZT.

Dean’s phone lights up.

[Photo attachment] It’s her. Wearing a fluffy headband and a pink face mask, making peace signs with two other girls and grinning so wide her eyes are little crescents.

Dean stares at the picture like it’s a sacred text.

Text from: Cece's Mom

"Face masks + Barbie movie night = best time ever! She’s glowing! 🩷

Sam leans over the couch. “That her?”

Dean flips the phone so he can stare at it alone.

“…She’s having fun,” he says, and there’s something weird and wet behind his voice.

Sam smiles softly. “Like she should.”

It’s well past 1 AM when Dean gives up on sleep.

He’s lying on the couch, fully dressed, one arm draped over his eyes. The baby monitor he hasn't used in years is weirdly back on his nightstand. The light in the hall is still on. Just in case.

He keeps looking at her bed like she might appear there by magic.

He misses the soft shuffle of her socks in the hallway. The way she always comes in three times before bed—to ask for water, for a hug, for just one last chapter of her favorite book.

She’s fine. He knows she’s fine. But Dean Winchester doesn’t know what to do when the most important person in his universe isn’t under the same roof.

When he picks her up the next morning, she runs out the door, messy-haired and still in her unicorn pajamas, and barrels into his chest like she never left.

“Hi Daddy,” she says, half-yawn, half-giggle.

Dean holds her tight—just a little longer than usual.

“Did you have fun?”

She nods against his neck. “So much fun. But I missed you.”

Dean’s chest tightens.

He pulls back and smiles down at her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, baby. I missed you too.”

He ruffles her head, helps her into the Impala, and gives the other girl's mom a grateful nod and a small wave.

The door shuts.

And this time, when he drives away, she’s in the backseat—home, safe, sleepy—and humming along to the radio.

Dean exhales. Finally.

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[gracie-eilish]

Can we have 7 and 15? And can it be a fluff please🤍🤍

7. c’mere mama

15. shhhh, close your eyes

fluff (cw: mention of intoxication/drinking)

an: that photo in the middle is my new fave photo of her🥹 she looks so happy and pwetty😍

“woah,” billie slurred, bumping into the door frame. you stifled a snort while reaching out to grab her from behind.

after a very successful 21st birthday for her, the two of you (very tipsily) were finally home.

“you okay bils?” you giggled as she tried to lock the door behind you.

“yes,” she said completely deadpan trying to fight with the doorknob before clicking the lock into place.

“ok now i’m okay. phew! that,” she booped your nose, “was a thinker.”

with a giggle, you pushed her softly against the wall, kissing her between snorts and chuckles.

“billie?”

“yeah, baby?”

“you look so pretty like this.” billie blushed, actually blushed, and giggled at your comment, trying to look away bashfully.

truth be told she did look perfect. her dark hair was slightly tousled, her skin was flushed from the night and now even more so from your flirting, her eyes hooded and glazed, lips a little swollen and pink..

“noo don’t hide from me, my pretty birthday girl.”

you smothered her pink cheeks with kisses, reveling in the sound of her drunken giggles and squeals; you pulled away smiling. she smiled right back at you before throwing herself into your arms for a hug.

“ok tipsy, let’s go eat some food, yeah?” she nodded sleepily against your shoulder, letting you drag her by the hand over to the barstools beneath your kitchen counter.

after a long tipsy debate, you both settled on ordering a bunch of small things on doordash. while you two waited for your food to arrive, you got ready for bed (as best as you could) before snuggling up on the couch together. but not without a few distracting makeout sessions between skincare steps and while changing into pjs.

in the living room, billie giggled after you tripped on the rug, nearly face planting into the ottoman.

“how are you so drunk missy?” she looked at you with knowing eyes. “because if i recall correctly someone doesn’t turn 21 for 6 1/2 more months.”

“shhhhh, close your eyes.” you lightly traced your fingers from her eyes down her cheeks, before settling between her body and the back couch cushion. “nobody needs to know anything.” you shot her a wink.

🎂❤️❄️

after finishing up your food, and dragging a half asleep billie from the couch, you two finally were heading to bed. billie’s steps were still a little wobbly, yours weren’t much better.

“you’re so good at taking care of me,” she mumbled, eyes practically full of hearts and sparkles as she looked up at you.

“babygirl,” you pouted at her sweetness. “it’s my favorite job in the whole world. and i’ll keep taking care of you till we’re old and wrinkly and i can’t hear a word you’re saying anymore.” her smile grew tenfold as she reached up on her tip toes to kiss your cheek.

grabbing your hand, she led the way to get into bed. flopping onto the bed first before holding her arms out for you.

“c’mere mama,” she wiggled her fingers as if you beckon you closer. “ugh so much better.” she mumbled once you were snuggled under the blankets. she shifted to rest her head on your chest, arms tightening around your waist. your own hand was tracing shapes on her back while the other held her arm softly.

“billie, baby,” you whispered, hoping she was still awake. her glossy blue eyes opened up again, more hooded than before, but enough to signal a response from her.

“do you know what time it is?” she shook her head, turning to look at the clock on the nightstand.

2:54am.

she looked back at you confused.

“it’s after midnight. it’s officially your birthday,” her sleepy eyes widened a bit, lids dropping every time she blinked.

you leaned down pressing a few soft kisses to her forehead, making her hum in content.

“happy birthday my love.” she kissed your jaw sleepily.

“i love you so fucking much,” she said in her little voice making you both burst out laughing.

“i love you more bils, so much fucking more.”

[lorimnnn]

bruce wayne x femdom!reader | minors dni | slight corruption dynamic | dom x sub dynamic | unedited

thinking of bruce wayne who goes on a date with another random sugar baby to get his usual, non-committal, romantic fix.

fully prepared to go by the script, he dons his playboy persona and prepares to blow his wallet spoiling you as the expected rich, older man looking for one thing and one thing alone. he's dominant. slightly arrogant. unquestionably in charge. slightly cold. everything goes to plan... mostly. he can't help but feel there is something off about your saccharine smile and soft eyes, but he puts it down to your gold digging personality. its nothing he hasn't seen before. it just means your time together will probably be cut short.

oh, how wrong he is. how wrong he is, he realises, when he finally gets you alone and he finds himself being shoved down on to the bed. in the few seconds he takes to recover, you have already crawled over him, your knee grinding into his cock, the nail job he paid for sinking into his cheeks as you grab him by the jaw. that look in your eyes has become bottomless. the smile turning up the corners of your lips has gone from cheeky to wolfish, and the whole thing feels blinding, a beam of smug mirth that makes him feel so erotically pathetic, he becomes terrified he might cum in his pants at any moment. for the first time in bruce wayne's life, he feels like prey instead of predator. he fears you will eat him alive the same way he had intended to do to you.

and worse?

after a night of treating him like a dog, fucking him stupid and milking him dry, he finds that he likes it. too much. and what he thought would be a contractual fling is about to become a lot more.

bruce wayne who nearly pounds down your door begging for you. he falls to his knees and holds you by the waist like a preacher and his god.

bruce wayne who sheds his stress when he's with you. batman, the paparazzi, everything--- none of it matters when you are the one in control, unknowingly shouldering it for him.

bruce wayne who can never go back. you are everything he was looking for before he knew there was a purpose; you are his purpose. maybe you hadn't expected him to want to see you after your night spent together. it was easy to expect him to be repulsed by your face after humiliating him and everything he stood for like that in the span of one night, but you were wrong. now you have to deal with a billionaire who would do anything for you... and a vigilante who relied on being disrespected in his free time to maintain respect in his city of crime.

bruce wayne, charismatic bachelor and epitome of the "top dog" in a world of obscene riches and devastating poverty, a crumbling society and garden of violence... who will bark if his woman asks him to.

basically, bruce wayne who finds his entire nervous system jump started because he meets a freaky woman into bullying rich, arrogant men... and is horrified to realise that he really, really likes it.

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guys I'm working on the Jason fic I swear 😭 it's fully plotted and I have a whole whiteboard for it rn. exam season just ended and in the midst of moving as well--- I'm doing my best to put out what I can!!! thank you for showing my work so much love these past few weeks with the reblogs and likes. I've also been LOVING your replies and messages. please spam me darling 🥹 its literally my fave thing

anyway I came up with this idea because I've been reading "in the doghouse" (korean 18+ manhwa) and the love interest, the imperial crown prince, is a d1 freak who loves being the main characters subby little puppy despite having to uphold the expectations of being such a dominant and coveted bachelor in society. every time he gets dominated, he doesn't have to think because someone is doing the thinking for him. and so I was like, thats sort of like bruce. bruce has the whole world at his feet and yet it feels more like its on his shoulders. wouldn't he love to have the control torn from his hands? so... yeah LOLOL

[starmapz]

SPREAD THE LOVE AMONG FANFIC WRITERS 💖Who are your favorite authors? And what are your favorite/most read fics? Send it to five people so we can spread admiration and love among the community!

there are SO many amazing writers on here so i've almost certainly missed someone but here are the blogs (and fics) that i frequent the most! also trying to make this list a bit different from my sukuna recs but i just have to mention some of these twice. please respect all the authors' rules and check warnings <33

@fushitoru - aashi writes the most BEAUTIFUL regency era aus and i highly recommend checking out both knight!choso and bridgerton!gojo, and i'm always going back to her spiderman!gojo as well i'm so down bad for him tbh (the spotify scene in the oneshot has my entire heart)

@lostfracturess - nici's professor!gojo and professor!geto made me go through every stage of grief (in the best way possible), there's so much emotion in her writing and i'm in envy of the way the stories interconnect with one another, it's sooo well-done!!

@celestie0 - i'm so down bad for ellie's ihm!gojo he's peak husband material fr and the world she's created for him and reader is so beautiful and well-done. kickoff is also the very first gojo fic i ever read and inspired me to post my writing <33

@yenayaps - sienna's sukuna is seriously so delicious i fear i drool on my screen at the sight of new chapters of defiance and i will never stop yapping about sorcerer!sukuna who i need carnally

@indiewritesxoxo - indie's band rivalry fic between sukuna and geto literally has me swapping who i'm rooting for constantly because indie writes them both too hot 😩 not to mention her pick your player series is sooooo fun!! youtuber!nanami i will always love you

@cinnamorollcrybaby - i will never stop preaching cinna's best friends to lovers series, especially sukuna's and suguru's, i seriously adore all of them and highly recommend checking them all out!! her subtle dom!nanami is also one of the hottest things i've ever read and criminal!sukuna from a therapist's perspective is SO interesting

@obsesssedblerd - the amount of times i've re-read reyna's nanami smut should be criminal, it's so hot and i think about it constantly. her toji x preschool teacher!reader is sooo cute, nothing makes me happier than toji in super domestic settings 🥹

@cuntyji - kash just started a med student sukugo x reader fic that has such a hold on me i can't even begin to describe how often i'm thinking about this. unscripted is also one of my all-time fave toji fics, soft!toji has my whole entire heart

@satoruxx - wolf hybrid!toji has my entire heart and i just want happiness for him 😭 what a sweetheart, seriously. the subtle ways rheya writes him warming up to the reader make me want to wrap him up in a blanket and keep him safe forever

@retiredteabag - the saga of me wanting toji to live a happy life of domesticity continues, dogsitter!toji just wrapped up and i adored every second of it. i just want this man to have a happy ending so bad. their arranged marriage au with nanami is also seriously one of the sweetest fics ever and i look forward to every single update <33

@screampied - vegas' entire blog is a goldmine of incredibly hot work but i always find myself revisiting boxer!toji & boxer!kuna and i don't think venomized!toji has left my mind since reading it, i never could have known how badly i needed him in my life

@madamechrissy - stripclub owner!sukuna my BELOVED. we all know i love a man that's so down bad and only has eyes for one person and chrissy does that dynamic SO WELL here, i adore this story SO much <33 i'm also anxiously awaiting pornstar!gojo from chrissy, i just KNOW i'm gonna absolutely eat that up

@emphistic - i'm just gonna leave em's entire historical au masterlist here bc everything here seriously deserves a read, but i'm a huge fan of veni, vidi, vici in particular, gladiator!sukuna works so well and my god he's hot

@peppertoastuniverse - more than a late night snack is one of the absolute cutest and sweetest gojo fics ever, pep has written such a fun dynamic between gojo and reader that has me absolutely itching to see them slowly both lower their walls.

@webism - just gonna leave abby's masterlist here bc her pornstar au for all the men is DELICIOUS. like, pornstar!sukuna has me wrapped around his finger like you wouldn't believe. she also has an incredibly cool and well-done interactive gojo fic that i HIGHLY recommend giving multiple plays to try out the other options

@kamiversee - my love note has me constantly changing who i'm rooting for, the way both gojo and choso are written is seriously masterful, they're both SO hot like who gave them both the right

@peachsayshi - one of my all-time fave oneshots has gotta be million dollar baby, i go back and read it every few months and every time is as good as the last, it's such a gorgeous piece and i'm addicted to the dynamic between geto and reader

@pseudowho - behind the wall (nanami) and behind the wall (higuruma) are both SO unique and i absolutely ate up both of them. haitch's series in which nanami's wife briefly becomes a cat is so funny and adorable and i love just how serious nanami is about his wife being included 😭

last but not least- a deactivated blog i once followed created one of my fave nanami pieces and gojo pieces with super unique characterization of both and they're both absolutely gorgeous. as far as i can find, they're not on ao3, but i really do think these pieces deserve the love.

if you check out my wattpad, ao3, or search my blog for '#trish recs - (insert character name)' [check the tags of this post], there are way more recs there as well and i highly recommend checking them all out <33 lots of love to all of these authors!

lots of love to all these wonderful authors 🫶

[cherryredstars]

Hi cherry! First of all thank you for your work, your writing has permanently altered my brain chemistry 😳😳 I was wondering if u could write something where Miguel and his ex reunite after a bad breakup, perhaps a few months after (maybe they bump into each other during a party or smth) and as they finally talk both admit that they never managed to move on (like reader went on a few unsuccessful dates, since shes still obsessed with Miguel it has been pointless) they are still in love and they want to make it work this time!!! And since they are back together reader is rlly needy and touchstarved 🥴🥴 she missed him so so much and all,,,,

thx again for feeding my miguel’s hyperfixation!! you are one of my fave authors here ❤️❤️ you deserve the world!!

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Fingering, Squirting

A/N: Hello and thank you, love 🫶🏼! Enjoy!!

Unedited

Well, this was another disaster.

You’re practically moping at your reflection in the bar’s bathroom. You’ve been hiding in there for more than ten minutes, but you would be surprised if your date- even if he’s not worthy of the small title- has even noticed your absence.

The whole night had been a disaster, right from the very start. Not only had your date been twenty minutes late, but he also failed to so much as greet you for more than 5 seconds before ordering himself a beer and turning his eyes to the small bar TV to watch the old sports rerun from the night before. You would cringe when he loudly reacted to the events on the screen as if it were happening in real time, making the people around you turn to him with perplexed and judgmental looks that made you want to crawl under the bar and out the door. Your attempts to distract him from the game with small talk only turned to him giving half-assed information about himself and him asking if you’re covering the tab for his beers.

What a stellar experience!

You stall in the bathroom a bit longer by being extra delicate in your lip reapplication, all the while whining to yourself in your head about how you could have saved your outfit for a better occasion. With another sigh and a planned excuse to end the night early, you hype yourself up to leave the bathroom and return to your date.

When you open the door, you almost stumble into someone’s chest. You blink in surprise, an apology forming on your lips as you slowly lift your head up. The words instantly shrivel up and die when you meet familiar red tinted eyes, the air in your lungs suspending.

Miguel, sporting his usual grumpy look, instantly softens as he meets your eyes. He seems to take you in, like your the first sign of water since taking a cruel journey through the desert. The look alone is enough for your heart to go into overdrive

Despite the sudden dryness in your throat, you manage a small smile, “Hi.”

The one word is soft, almost tentative. It makes something in Miguel crave more. He’s been wanting more the moment the two of you broke up, the reason stupid after a few months apart.

He returns the smile, hands going to his pockets to fight off the temptation to grab you and never let you go, “Hi, I like the dress.”

Your eyes instantly fall down to take in your outfit, cheeks blazing from the compliment. Your fingers play with the hem of the skirt, a bashful thank you bubbling from your lips. It makes Miguel’s smile just slightly larger as your eyes hesitantly meet his again.

A silence fills the space, both of you caught up on things you could- should- say to each other. The silence begins to grow awkward, and Miguel finds it to be the perfect opportunity to slowly reach his hand out.

He means to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but the pounding in his chest makes him miscalculate slightly and instead skims the apple of your cheek. The touch shoots rapid jolts of electricity down your spine, awakening your nerves from a long hibernation. Your hand desperately grabs at his wrist, trying to keep his hand in place. Then suddenly, everything is fast forwarded.

Your lips crash together in a hungry, desperate urge to be closer. Your bodies pushing against each other until your smaller body is pushed back through the bathroom door, the lock faintly clicking behind the two of you as you’re lifted up and placed onto the counter. Your hands exploring inches of skin that you still know like it’s your own. Refamilarising yourself with every bulge of muscle and every dip.

Despite the vicious need to have you naked against him, for your skin to press against his and swap a cycle of warmth, Miguel grits his teeth and restrains for ripping clothes off of your body. This place is filthy, and he doesn’t want to tarnish your skin. Instead, his hand slips under the hem of your dress, pressing into the soaked spot growing in the fabric of your panties.

Your body bristles from the contact, your sex burning hot and throbbing. You squirm, your body already begging for more. Miguel reads you instantly, slipping his fingers under the fabric until he grazes your twitchy clit and reaches your leaking hole. He circles his fingers around the wet entrance, lubricating his fingers with your arousal before slowly pushing them in.

A low whine escapes you, your walls clamping down hard around his fingers. Miguel hisses at the vice grip you have on him, his thumb attempting to relax you by circling your clit. It makes you whine more, practically squirming on his hand.

Miguel buries his face into your neck, kissing and sucking at the column of skin, “Fuck baby, you’re so sensitive.”

You can only sniffle in response, your mind zeroing in on the slow curling of Miguel’s fingers. Your eyes are half lidded and hazy, small moans leaving your lips as the tips of his fingers press into the gummy spot inside of you. The pleasure grows quickly, pent up sexual frustration from dates you wouldn’t even let into your home and late nights at work to distract yourself from the ache in your heart unleashing and flowing down Miguel’s wrist.

With a combination of thrusting and curling, your body spasms with a choked moan as you collapse against him. He can feel the gush of your release spray against his hand, creating wet squelches as he continues to work you through it. Clear drops landing on the counter eventually begin to form a small puddle under you as your panties become completely soaked through.

You’re fighting for breath once you come down from your high, mind foggy and stuck in a state of bliss. Miguel slowly pulls his fingers out, his entire palm soaked with clear arousal. A stray drop runs down his arm, and he’s quick to catch it with his tongue. He almost comes in his pants as the sweet taste explodes in his mouth, making him hungry for more. He fights the urge for now, promising himself it’ll come with time before grabbing napkins from the dispenser and cleaning the inside of your thighs and the puddle under you.

He slowly pulls your soaked underwear down, recognizing the flash of discomfort that comes over your face as you come back to earth, stuffing the fabric in his pocket before helping you down onto your shaky feet. You hold onto his arm tightly feeling as if you’re trying to balance on jello, and Miguel wraps an arm around your waist to stabilize you. Your breath is still slightly irregular, and you take the moment to close your eyes and lean your head against his chest. You can hear the pace of his heart, not a bit surprised that it mimics yours.

“Come home with me.”

You smile into his chest, humming.

Like he even had to ask.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Info dump your fave Logan things and concepts SFW and NSFW so one of us can write you a banging indulgent fanfic? Lemme spoil u bbygrl. ( Nonny bc Idk if this is chill or if I'm weird for this. 😭 )

NONNNNNNY YOU ARE SO SWEET I'M GONNA CRRRYYYY

I could go on FOR HOURS about my fav logan things omg, so i'll try to keep this down to my FAV favorites <3 (SFW and NSFW ahead!)(i might make another similar post w a whole bunch more bc this got me thiiiinkiiin)

SFW

Logan listening to hyperfixations, STRAIGHT UP. He may sit silently, and do other stuff while you rant, but he LISTENS so good. makes comments and reassures that hes still listening

Soft, gentle touches. Him putting his hand on your lower back when leading you through a crowd, scratching your back or arm while cuddling (God im such a slut for that)

LAUGHING TOGETHER. I wanna see that man GIGGLE. I wanna see him GUFFAWING. he's laughing so hard he's crying.

Logan likes to sit outside during his downtime I think. I think he likes being able to breathe fresh air (and probs smoke freely without anyone jumping his ass over it lmao). Imagine sitting on the porch on his lap during a spring thunderstorm. His big arms wrapped around you protectively. bonus points if you're on a porch swing (altho w how heavy logan is COULD he sit on a porch swing w/o breaking it???)

butterfly kissess butterfly kisses

we talk a lot about his deep passionate kisses and believe me I LOVE THAT. but Lately i just been obsseseed with him giving fluttery lil kisses all over your face

also nose nuzzles. ive been including those a lot in my fics lmao

God i love his beard so much, wanna scratch it and pet it. I like to think he'd would teasingly rub it all over your face

WAIT A MIN. CATS DO THAT.

lmao

early morning snuggles

yknow those super passionate kisses and dips those old hollywood movies do? yeah that with Logan

NSFW

unfg

His. Stamina. God i want this man going at it with me for HOURS.

TBH Im so indecisive about what Logans fav position would be. I feel like mating press would drive him INSANE. You're bent and half and logan just SLAMMING his shit into you. so hard and fast the BED FRAME BREAKS

I LOVE the idea of Logan being this tough guy loner who could have anyone he wanted, but he becomes completely OBSESSED with you. Everything you do turns him on. You could put him smack in the middle of a strip club and he'll still be thinking about you

his shaky thighs when you suck him off and make him completely undone

him being so much bigger than you that you're pretty much swallowed by him. hes onto of you, between your legs and there's a significant STRETCH in how far you have to spread your legs for him to fit with his hips flush against yours

turning into a puddle underneath him as he fucks you sooooo good your speechless and in a whole another world, and he's just sweet talking and cooing at you how pretty you are and what a good girl you are and mmmmmph yes

manhandling. god i just want him to be forcing me into different positions and picking me up and carrying me all over the place. also just throwing me over his shoulder is fun

dominant but sweet orders. "Give me a kiss", "go on, take a seat." "get those pretty lips on my cock sweetheart" teehee

i'm a slut for creampies honestly almost everyone of my smut fics has a creampie lmao. logan DEF loves a good creampie

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

OK you should have seeeeeen me reading this 😌😆😇. I was SO flustered that I had to take little breaks?? You have a gift for writing deeply transcendental subby bliss in the context of a loving and most importantly HEALING relationship, and as I keep saying, I just can't find much written like this, with the depth and care you give it, with how you focus so much on the way things FEEL, and I am DESPERATE for it. The DESSSSSPERATION I TELL YOU. 😌

This was just...SPECIAL.

The way you opened this, with Marcus so reverently and quietly setting up the space, the quiet methodical-ness of it, treating everything with the utmost care? It drew me right in to the special *sanctuary* that this fic IS. So perfect.

"Trust. It blooms in your chest, a soft throb against your ribcage. You tug at it gently, guide it to spread through your entire body, embrace it with full knowledge that it will bring you peace." Lovely writing? The way it's as though the feeling is so precious and deep it's practically TANGIBLE.

And OK, in my notes I took, I kept putting "THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!!" over and over and OVER. It's the WAY you write things, the CONTEXT you give, the specific dialogues, the way you write how things *FEEL*, it's...SPECIAL.

The way Marcus is so focused on getting her to be completely present and in the moment with him, to get out of her head and fully inhabit her body is *warm sigh*, but it's the little nuances of his approach that MAKE THIS.

"Relax. Don't think. Just feel. Be here with me." Be here WITH ME? "Doing so well, being here, feeling me. Feeling us." US?? TOGETHER. Irrevocably connected. These two beings sharing this specialist of special moments on this spinning rock in an empty universe, the intentionality of it? This just elevates everything for me, I don't really know how else to explain it. And that this is so clearly what Marcus needs, so part of what's fueling him, I just...

And there's just SOMETHING ABOUT the way he's guiding her to not give into the easiness of pure WANT and NEED, to refrain from physically writhing in desire and make herself stay still, let herself fall into this deeper level he wants her to reach? There is something INFINITELY HOTTER ABOUT THIS???? Like, the delayed gratification of it, the maturity of it, the way Marcus is completely EARNING every single ounce of her submission.

His fingers and hands on her head, the gentle grip on her throat, the tightening grip in her hair, each one just had me sliding further into the core of the earth...

“Easy, lovely one. Take my cock, nice and easy.” GONE. I WAS GONE AT THIS. Just gone. Ascended to another dimension. Goodbye!

And then how slowly he fucks her, good LORDT. And that "...your focus narrows, a pinpoint on the edge he’s pushing you to, every part of you becomes that goal, that desire. His desire." HIS DESIRE. ABSOFUCKINLUTELY.

Those tears? That they feel so deeply GOOD? That she feels no shame in them, what they represent? That he recognizes she's reached where he was hoping to bring her, that it's only THEN that he launches into those hard-hitting affirmations, how they might seem cheesy in other contexts but in the place he's gotten her to, they are FUCKING TRANSCENDENT.

And then you had to go and write everything after that as having this rhythm, the pulsing through the haze, the way it's aligned with his thrusts, I LOST MY MIND. The way you wrote it, the impact of itttttt. And when I didn't think I could lose my mind ANY MORE because what more could I possibly have left to give, you wrote the single most quietly impactful "come" I've ever read.

This just hits ALL of my personal buttons and I can't believe I am privileged to read what I've been looking for.

That there is a PART THREE on the horizon, I cannot express how giddy this makes me, where their relationship is heading, how they might talk about it, I'm... 🥰🥰🥰

After all that, I just feel like I've said the obvious? Still didn't quite get at what makes this so special? BRAVOOOOOO.

Affirmations - Part Two

Part of the I’m Here universe.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2780

Warnings etc: SMUTTY FEELS, like that’s pretty much the whole thing lol, a hand on reader’s throat but not really breath play just thought I should mention it in case you’re squeamish about that, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it naked female/clothed male, subspace, dom/sub undertones

Reader-insert physical descriptors: hair long enough to comb fingers through

Notes: takes place immediately after Part One so you should probably read that. Or don’t. Enjoy your smut, ya filthy animals 😉

This scene is inspired by the pic in the banner. Yes, I did stare at it for much longer than what is probably normal.

Also after writing this fic, it’s now an undeniable fact - Marcus Pike owns my whole heart and pussy.

The bedroom is quiet. 

Marcus had shut the door, drawn the curtains closed on the windows, moved through the room with steady and sure motions as if completing some sort of routine. 

You had watched him with a vague curiosity, too exhausted and raw to find the energy to ask about it - not that you would. There was something almost ceremonial about it all, the intent of his focus on creating a sanctuary just for the two of you. To question it felt sacrilegious. 

Still, your mind noted the steps. 

Close the door and draw the curtains. 

Dim the lights, just enough to soften all the edges. 

Spread out a plush, thick blanket on top of the bed.

Undress you, trails of soft kisses and touches blessing your skin as it’s revealed. 

Pull you to him and kiss you deep, pressing your bare curves to his clothed frame. 

Chase the shiver that runs down your spine at the sensation with the tips of his fingers. 

Guide you to the bed and lay you out, help you get comfortable while he sheds his own clothing. 

And always, throughout, that warm, brown gaze never leaves you, darkening as each step is completed, drifting down your body with clear admiration, with obvious desire. 

Your thoughts had grown quieter bit by bit, softened by distraction, curiosity of what might come next.

Now, some time later, you lie facedown on the bed, the silk-soft texture of the blanket cupping your bare skin, and the noise of your thoughts is a dull murmur beneath the skip-beat of anticipation through your veins, under the skin of your wrists where your arms are curled around your head, face tucked into your elbow to block out the dim light. 

And Marcus is…

“Take a deep breath for me, lovely one.” 

His hand rests flat against your back between your shoulderblades, warm weight grounding. You focus on it, let the warmth seep through your chest, pull air into your lungs, steady. 

“Good.” His hand drifts down the curve of your spine and back again. “One more.”

The next breath releases the last of the tension in your muscles, and you sink even further into the bed. 

Trust. 

It blooms in your chest, a soft throb against your ribcage. You tug at it gently, guide it to spread through your entire body, embrace it with full knowledge that it will bring you peace. 

Calm. Stillness.

Trust Marcus and find serenity.

A quiet noise, almost distant - he’s shifting and the mattress dips and you tense reflexively. 

His lips press against your shoulder, voice ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Relax. Don’t think.” Another kiss to your temple. “Just feel. Be here with me.”

The softness of his voice squeezes your throat, emotion rising but you shove it away, force your attention to his hand on your back, retracing its path. 

Don’t think. Just feel. 

He settles on the bed, gently nudging your thighs apart as he kneels between them before leaning over you, planting his free hand beside your shoulder. The warmth of his body - so close, not quite touching - prickles your skin, makes you crave more, arching your back until the next pass of his hand coaxes your muscles to relax once again. 

Don’t think. Just feel.

His lips tracing your hairline.

Breathe in. 

Don’t think just feel

His breath warming your skin. 

Breathe out. 

Don’t think just feel

His hand smoothing down the planes of your back. 

Be here with me

He noses along the crook of your neck. “Good girl.”

A thrill of pleasure skitters along the surface your mind, echoing through the heavy haze. You observe it with distant curiosity.

When had you slipped into it? This mindset of obedience, thoughts quiet and body compliant.

It pulls you deeper with the next breath, the unique sensation of anchored weightlessness.

Only he can bring you here. 

Marcus. 

His hand leaves your back, smooths over your arm, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin in the dip of your elbow before slipping through your hair, threading his fingers into the strands until his palm cups the curve of your head. 

Oh - 

A pulse ripples through the haze. 

Something primal, a visceral instinct accompanying the vulnerability of being at someone’s mercy, the urge to react out of need for survival but it turns almost instantly, pools, heated, in the pit of your stomach. 

Becomes a part of the weight keeping you grounded, the absolute trust you have in the man holding you. 

His long fingers curl, slowly card through your hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at your scalp. 

Shivers race down your back, he follows them with his lips, soft plush kisses map a constellation over your skin. 

Again, the gentle swirl of fingertips, the light scratch of nails, the glide of strands over smooth callouses. 

Breathe in. 

Be here with me

The slow and steady press of lips over your shoulder. 

Breathe out. 

Warmth slowly blankets the bare skin of your back as he pulls his body closer, his hands skimming over your biceps, forearms, wrists. His fingers skating along the delicate skin and your steady pulse beneath it before twining through your own. 

Your lungs fill with him, ribs expand to take as much of him inside you as possible. 

The haze flickers. 

It’s not enough. 

You need more of him. 

Some part of your brain tells you to say it, but words won’t form, letters, vowels and consonants skittering away from your grasp.

Your body takes over for the silence of your tongue, your thighs spreading further, beckoning him closer. He settles between your legs, chest pressed against your shoulderblades, arms coming up to frame yours. 

The meaning of the words yes like that swell in your thoughts, intangible but there. 

His lips suckle softly at the corner of your jaw, tongue flicking out to taste, and he breathes deep, gentle hum of contentment rumbling against your back. 

Both the sound and sensation are grounding. Rooting you to this moment. 

Another kiss, to the soft skin behind your ear. “Doing so well, being here, feeling me. Feeling us.”

The haze of your thoughts shifts sluggishly, pulling focus to where your body connects with his. Something like a whimper escapes your lips as his frame rests almost completely on yours, his chest flush to your back. 

Arousal pools, deep in your core, spreading down your thighs and up your torso, soft tingles that make you shiver. 

A sweet kiss to the corner of your eye, the caress of a thumb over your temple. “Are you here with me?”

The word somehow forms without effort, called into existence by his question, as if your body is ready to speak for you even if your mind can’t. “Yes.”

“Good.” Lips curve into a smile against your cheek. “You’re incredible. So strong, so beautiful. So good for me.”

It should surprise you, that there’s no protest on the tip of your tongue, no attempt to deflect or deny his words. 

Nothing touches you here. 

Here with him. 

Marcus. 

“Yes, lovely one?”

His name had fallen from your lips unbidden, like it was pulled straight from your heart. 

Arousal flares at his response - the slight gravel to his voice that says he’s fighting with his instinctual desire just as you’re succumbing to yours, and that nickname he’s given you, one he only speaks in moments like this -

A blinding want rips through your awareness and that pool of arousal in your core pulses in the walls of your cunt. 

The words slip through the haze of your thoughts. “I need you inside me.”

His breath catches in his chest - you can feel it, the slight tightening of his muscles, the barely-there shift in his lungs - then his lips press to your shoulder, his voice ghosting over your ear.

“I will give this to you. But you have to stay just like this. Breathing, feeling, just being here, in this moment. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” 

No hesitation exists in your awareness. 

Only need. 

“Good girl.” 

Another kiss and he shifts, hips pressing to the curve of your ass. 

The hard length of his cock drags along your skin and heat flares bright and slick, radiating out from between your thighs until every muscles is trembling with it. 

A hand cups the back of your neck and long fingers wrap around your throat -

There’s no pressure, no squeeze, just warm weight, a reminder. 

Your entire body shudders, muscles instantly going slack again. 

His chest rumbles against your back. “That’s it, that’s good. So responsive, so perfect for me.”

The haze of your thoughts pulls, becomes this other, a whispering steady litany of disjointed words from some place below your awareness. 

The voice of your body, unspoken but made heard. 

Yes yes perfect 

You swallow, feel the graze of the soft skin of your throat move against the smooth callouses of his fingers, and pleasure spikes quick, dizzying, so sharp that tears gather in the corners of your eyes at the empty ache of your pussy. 

Patience trust yes need Marcus 

He’s moving, slow and careful, cock gliding over the curve of your ass and between your spread thighs, slipping through the slick gathering there. 

Sensation ripples the haze, echoes in the soft groan where his lips press against your shoulder. 

His thumb caresses the tendon on the back of your neck, easing the quiver of tension starting to build. “Easy, lovely one. Take my cock, nice and easy.”

Then his hips are shifting, the blunt head of his cock presses against the cup of your entrance and the walls of your cunt flutter, desperate to clench and pull and suck him in deep and you breathe, focus. 

Easy easy easy 

His lips trace your hairline at the nape of your neck as he slides deeper, a slow and steady push that threatens the thick calm laying over your body. Tempts your spine to arch, your hips to roll. 

Stay just like this 

Breathe relax stay 

Your head is spinning with effort, the desire to be good for him warring with primal need. 

Yes yes yes 

He squeezes your throat gently, barely, but enough to ground you as his cock presses you open. 

Marcus 

Every nerve is alight, every sense heightened almost past the point of bearable. 

His hips finally sit flush with your ass, and he shifts his weight just a little and the head of his cock pushes against something deep inside you and -

Pleasure tears through your body -

No no stay relax don’t 

A sob buzzes in your throat, desperate edge catching on his fingers. 

His free hand curls around your head, thumb brushing your cheek. “Oh right there? Does it feel good, lovely one?”

A subtle roll of his hips grinds his cock into that place in your core and white-hot pleasure threatens to squeeze, clench down on his cock. 

So good feels 

You pull at the haze of your thoughts, try to find purchase on anything that will stop your body from reacting, keep you in this state that he wants you in. 

Another press of his cock, his mouth against your ear, voice washed out by the racing heartbeat pounding through your veins. “That’s it, just feel it, let it come to you.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, just grinds his cock to that spot again and your focus narrows, a pinpoint on the edge he’s pushing you to, every part of you becomes that goal, that desire. 

His desire 

Stay just like this 

“Are you here with me?” His voice is right there, lips brushing your ear. 

Yes 

“Good girl.” Another shift, another press of his cock, another flash of white-hot pleasure. “Doing so good for me. Amazing, incredible…” he kisses your temple softly, keeps his lips there to murmur against your skin. “Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”

A moan catches in your throat, buzzes against his fingers, and his cock twitches deep in your core. 

Marcus shifts his grip on your throat, hand smoothing over the curve of your head, fingers slipping through your hair to twist lightly until you’re firmly in his grasp. 

Your heartbeat stutters in anticipation. 

Then he rolls his hips, long and slow and the length of his cock drags along your inner walls and the haze flares, shimmering, and it’s -

There’s something other about it, something -

deep, beyond your body - 

pulling from the physical but lifting you into a space where everything is so close yet so far -

no not far, right here, and you’re safe, protected -

He slowly pushes back in, a slick glide that sparks pleasure so bright and full you can almost taste it. 

Tears slip out from beneath your closed eyelids - 

they feel good, warm and soothing on your skin -

His lips press to their tracks, trace them. “You’re there. Right where you need to be. Find your voice, lovely one.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink through the haze, for you to understand, but it doesn’t matter, you’ll do anything he asks of you. 

He stills, hand cupping your head, hips pressed to yours and cock buried deep. “I want you to tell them the truth, those other voices. Repeat after me. Can you do that?”

“Yes -“ your voice is barely a whisper, rasping with pleasure, sounding distant but echoing in your head at the same time. 

“Good. My good girl.” His fingers grip just a bit tighter, sharpen your focus even more. “You are brilliant. Say it. Tell them.”

His hips roll again, dragging the thick length of his cock from your slick cunt and your words stumble out in a stuttered breath. “I am brilliant.”

“You are capable.”

Again the slow push back in, the throb of the haze meeting the pace of your heartbeat and your words beat along with it. “I am capable.”

“You are exceptional.”

Pleasure sparks hot, unseen colours that ripple through the haze with so much intensity it almost stops your voice. 

“I am exc-ceptional.”

“Good. Again.”

He moves with you, around you, inside you, his words reverberating through the haze and pulsing in time with the motions of his body, his breath, his lips on your skin until it envelopes you wholly and you become it, that pulse, that beat. 

Become the pleasure and the words running through it. 

“I am brilliant.”

Beat. 

“I am capable.”

Beat. 

“I am exceptional.”

Beat. 

Again. 

“I am brilliant.”

Beat.

“I am capable.”

Beat.

“I am exceptional.”

Beat. 

I -

Something bright is building, tingeing your voice and the dark behind your eyelids with light, colour and sound and sensation, and its so big and so much it’s pulling you in and you’re falling into it and away -

“Marcus -“ 

- half of a plea, you know he’s there, he’ll catch you and keep you safe -

“I’ve got you, lovely one.”

Yes yes Marcus

The low rasp of his words in your ear -

“Breathe.”

Your lungs pull deep, expand and contract, the base instincts of your body attuned to his command. 

“Feel.”

Pleasure sings through your veins and swarms over your skin and bursts at every touchpoint, every cell that’s connected to him blazing. 

“Come.”

Bright indefinable sensation overwhelms you and it shakes and burns and feels -

Beyond pleasure, more than some carnal sensory pattern, bigger and deeper than anything you’ve ever felt before and you’re falling for what feels like eternity -

His voice seeps into the bright and pulls you back to the surface, tucks you in close.

Another breath, another beat.

A moment of utter silence.

Where nothing and everything exists at the same time, and you’re right there, in the middle, in perfect balance. 

And then you’re moving, gentle hands turning your body, smoothing out tremors of pleasure that still quiver through your limbs, dance along your skin. 

One cups your face and the other rests over your heartbeat, a warm weight that instantly soothes your aching chest, loosens your throat so you can breathe again. 

Slowly your awareness comes back, in pieces still blurred at the edges. 

You’re on your back, shoulders flat against the soft blanket. Every muscle is lax, every ounce of tension gone, replaced by that kind of soft heat that only comes from spent pleasure. 

A low murmur sinks into your thoughts - Marcus, speaking to you, his words forming into something recognizable, even if you can’t quite understand them yet. 

“…just like that, breathe, good.” His thumb is tracing small circles on your skin over your heartbeat. “Come back to me, lovely one.”

You try to focus on his voice, to obey him, but then he’s pressing a kiss to your forehead and your body slips back into the content quiet. 

***** Part One | Part Three - coming soon!

[hauntedbydreams]

The long awaited part 2 to the Cuddly!Vi Headcanons as promised

Cuddly!Vi Headcanons Pt. 2 💞

P.S. it’s a bullet point kinda day

Actually loves to read before bed because she used to pass time in prison like that

Her favorite is when you cuddle up and you each read your own copy of the same book so you can discuss your thoughts about it later.

She’s a very restless reader, blame it on the undiagnosed ADHD, but she fidgets all the time and takes forever to get comfy.

Even when she does, she’s switching positions and rummaging around the blankets and pillows every few minutes

You’d think she’d be the same with sleeping but oh no. Once she’s asleep, she’s out like a light.

Didn’t used to be like that. In prison she had to keep her guard up all the time and never let herself fully relax. She also had nightmares about the beatings a lot but after moving in with you and realizing she’s safer than she’s been in years, she’s back to her teenage habits of sleeping like a log.

Snores, a lot! You just kinda shove her and she snorts, maybe turns her head up, half consciously, and then goes right back to sleeping, pulling you closer to her by the waist in the process

Vi always has her hand on your waist when you sleep. Always. And good luck getting out of bed to go pee at night.

“Mmgh where are you going” she grunts sleepily as you try to nudge her off so you can get out of bed.

“I’m just going to the bathroom Vi”

“Mm…hurry back, can’t sleep without you”

But by the time you’re back she’s already snoring. You crawl into bed beside her and almost on cue, her hand is back around your waist as she sleeps face down snoring into the pillow. Even subconsciously she always keeps you close.

Loves being big spoon

Unless it’s her turn to be little spoon. That’s a whole other story. (sHe’S jUsT a LiTtLe BaBy!!)

She’s really gotta be in a mood for that to happen, or it’s one of those days when she’s being quieter than usual and you notice. So you’re all about taking care of her, washing her hair, making her dinner and of course letting her be little spoon.

She kinda likes that it’s a special treatment thing because she feels like she earns it then, even though you’ve told her a million times that you love her and she doesn’t need to earn your love. But not much you can do to rewire an eldest daughter’s brain when it comes to earning and deserving love…!

Vi’s favorite cuddling position though, is when she can crawl up between your legs to lie face down on ur chest. She falls asleep every time while u scratch at her scalp through her pink hair.

Loves to sleep in with you on lazy mornings.

Those are her absolute fave cuddle sessions. Sun on your skin, messy sleep hair, PJs riding up and the warmth of your bedsheets, she swears she could die happy.

Contrary to popular belief, Vi’s not doing her workouts and going for runs at the ass crack of dawn. She prefers to do them later in the day or especially at night while half the world is asleep and everything is dark out, shimmering streetlights as she goes for her midnight run.

She comes back home, showers and then crawls into bed next to you, where you’re usually still awake anyway, waiting for her. Those late nights are her second favorite cuddle sessions. Just you her and the moon.

Cuddly!Vi def comes out when she’s sick

Vi is such a cry baby when she’s sick

“Baby, come cuddle me please” she’s whining before you’ve even made it to the kitchen to make her some tea.

“Can you kiss it better?” With the puppy dog eyes

“Vi it’s literally a cold, where am I supposed to kiss it better?!?”

“Mmm my forehead” “no wait, and my nose” “actual also my lips” and she’s jutting out her bottom lip in a mini pout.

“Yeah ok at this rate I’m gonna get sick too, and then who’s gonna take care of you?”

She’s just pouting up at you and giving you those powder blue puppy eyes. You really can’t deny her.

Very touchy cuddly coded, like will be extremely touchy and soft when you’re out, literally ANYWHERE.

Needs to have her hands on you, on your waist, on your thigh, in your hand, arm around your shoulder, around your hips, head nuzzled in your neck, or resting on top of your head… you name it, she’s tried every PDA move under the sun.

Just a touch starved baby who’s love languages are definitely physical touch and acts of service.

[cheolhub]

EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.

wc. 4.5k+

warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+

note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe

bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.

that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do. 

you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole. 

those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry. 

and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy. 

and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore. 

which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day. 

on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you. 

he usually does, at least. 

what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.

and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half. 

he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”

you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying. 

“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”

he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor. 

he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”

you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.

“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time. 

you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”

he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds.  “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”

you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears. 

you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”

“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”

he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?” 

you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”

“like?” he frowns, pressing further.

you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”

truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.

but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you. 

“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”

you nod, sniffling, “i know.” 

his smile grows, “and?...”

your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”

“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”

you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”

“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”

the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.

i love my pretty girl. 

my pretty girl.

your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.

so you take matters into your own hands. 

you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly. 

his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.

the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.

but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.

you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin. 

you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.

and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long. 

it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness. 

“please,” you whisper, sniffling again. 

he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room. 

he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground. 

“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” 

his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments. 

you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you. 

he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth– 

and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough. 

it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body. 

“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”

he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you. 

and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you. 

“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.

“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”

but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him. 

“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out. 

“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.

he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.” 

you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.

his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”

you nod again, “yes, gyu.”

he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in. 

your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand. 

you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself. 

the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”

you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–

and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.

you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu. 

“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt. 

fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?” 

“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”

“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?” 

you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.

“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest. 

it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care. 

he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed. 

your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy. 

“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly. 

he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over. 

you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.

and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.

he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained. 

mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.

he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?” 

when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full. 

he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping. 

an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing… 

he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure. 

“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”

you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things. 

you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”

you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently. 

“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.

a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.  

he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.

when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,” 

he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction. 

he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last. 

his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face. 

“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”

he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”

“for taking care of me.” 

mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been. 

it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours. 

and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin. 

he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.

“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”

he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add. 

you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s. 

he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt. 

“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”

his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you. 

“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”

the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”

he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat. 

he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm. 

“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”

your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”

“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.

he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.

“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”

“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest. 

“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”

“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.” 

he chuckles, “i don’t,”

“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.

mingyu smiles widely. happily. 

“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.” 

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SAM WINCHESTER AS A HUSBAND

A Headcanon Aesthetic

by Little Devil <3

> Ancient books and soft mornings. Corduroy warmth. A voice that steadies storms. Honeysuckle growing through the cracks of a bunker. The gentleness of giants. “You’re my home.”

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1. He keeps a hand on you in his sleep—always.

Even in dreams where he’s running from something ancient and cruel, his hand finds you: a curl of fingers at your hip, palm against your ribs, tangled legs.

> “You okay, Sam?”

“Yeah. Just… needed to make sure you’re real.”

Because losing you, even in dreams, shakes him awake in a cold sweat. You tether him to the now.

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2. He reads aloud to you, even if you fall asleep halfway through.

Old lore books, mythology, poetry. Sam’s voice turns into a lullaby when the world gets heavy. He’ll pick up wherever he left off, dog-ear the page, and kiss your temple goodnight.

> “Did I miss the part with the gods yet?”

“Nope. Still stuck on cursed wheat fields.”

“Classic.”

You wake up sometimes to his voice still murmuring softly, long after your breathing slowed. It’s not really for you. It’s how he calms his own mind, knowing you’re safe beside him.

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3. He presses kisses into your hair when words fail.

When the hunt gets ugly. When he feels guilt sink its claws into his ribs. When he can’t find the right apology for a fight that didn’t need to happen. That’s when he presses his lips to your hair, again and again, like he’s praying.

> “I don’t always know how to say it,” he murmurs, “but I’m never not loving you.”

He clings like a man who knows exactly how much he could lose, and how fast.

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4. He builds you routines like altars.

Sam Winchester, disciple of order. He makes your tea just how you like it, warms your towel in the dryer, saves you the last piece of pie. He isn’t trying to impress. He’s trying to keep you steady.

> “You did the laundry?”

“You had a long day.”

“You folded the socks in pairs.”

“Like I said. Long day.”

It’s devotion in a domestic shell. His love is in the little things.

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5. He argues with ghosts, demons, gods—and still says “please” and “thank you” to you.

No matter how chaotic things get, Sam’s voice with you is always warm. Respectful. Intentional. He never takes you for granted, even when the world’s on fire.

> “You don’t have to say thank you for every little thing, Sam.”

“You took care of me. That matters.”

You teach him that softness isn’t weakness. He teaches you that it can be armor, too.

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6. He keeps your hair tie on his wrist, your ring on a chain when you’re apart.

It’s tactile. It’s real. Something to grip when the darkness creeps in. Something to believe in when he's questioning everything else.

> “That little black band?”

“Yeah. It’s yours. Reminds me why I keep coming home.”

He doesn’t need sigils or spells. He’s got pieces of you stitched into his everyday.

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7. He lets you see his rage—but never fears you’ll leave.

Sam tries to be the calm one. But sometimes the guilt, the grief, the curse of being a Winchester rises up like wildfire. And when it does? He doesn’t shut you out.

> “You don’t have to be okay all the time, Sam.”

“You say that, but…”

“But I mean it. I’m not going anywhere.”

You sit with him through the fire, and he learns that love doesn’t leave when it gets burned.

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8. He believes in you more than he believes in fate.

The guy who’s been told he’s cursed, doomed, destined for darkness—he doesn’t believe that about you. Not for a second. You’re not collateral in his story. You are the story.

> “Even if the whole world ends, Sam—”

“Then we rebuild it. You and me. I’ll take that bet every time.”

He’s faced angels and demons, Heaven and Hell, but he’ll choose you—every lifetime, every timeline, every version of himself.

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written by Little Devil <3

(Feel free to reblog, tag with your fave Sam quotes, or cry in the tags. We do both here.)

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What is soft launch? (Carlos Sainz)

Part two

Summary: Max Verstappen’s ex girlfriend moves on with none other than Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz and they’ve managed to keep their relationship under wraps until now. | part three |

Type: insta au

Face claim: Cindy Kimberly

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader x ex!Max Verstappen

Warning: fluff, salty max, romantic carlos hehe

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CarlosSainz55 best summer break yet 😉

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LandoNorris you included our golf date 😗

CarlosSainz55 date???

LandoNorris that’s exactly what I said 😑

DanielRicciardo and I wasn’t included in this date, why??? 🔪

LandoNorris we’re keeping it lowkey for now

Username my faves interacting 🥰

DanielRicciardo i spy with my little eye 👀

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YourUsername 🌊

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Username Ariana what are you doin here

Username Carlos & Y/N??🫢

Username she’s really homie hopping

Username it’s not even her 😐

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YourUsername I miss summer break & you♥️

CarlosSainz55 I miss you more amor, see you soon.

YourUsername almost bebé🤞

Username Best of luck!

Username How can somebody be so good looking😭

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F1Wags Y/N was seen leaving Carlos Sainz home with not one, but two (!!) bouquets of flowers seemingly from the Spaniard. This comes after the two have been frequenting the same places recently. Y/N and Max Verstappen broke up more than 2 years ago and it’s the first time there’s been rumors of her being linked with anybody else since. In contrast, Max moved on to Kelly Piquet only a month after their breakup. Are we getting our favorite wag back? 🤔

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Username she’s got the rizz 😮‍💨

Username THE grid rizz

Username Am I the only one who really wants them to be a couple?

Username she couldn’t find someone else?

Username im on my knees

Username didn’t think we’d get Y/N as a wag again😍

Username imagine Max right now 🤣🤣

Username karma really came to bite him and I OOP😳

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F1Wags Y/N and Carlos Sainz were spotted kissing and getting cozy only a day after she was photographed leaving his home. We’ve got our favorite girl back, but now in Ferrari 🔴

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Username she really can’t leave the f1 drivers alone can she?

Username can you blame her?

Username if I looked like her I’d be through half the grid already 😮‍💨

Username she really waited so long, she deserves this

Username Max is screaming into his pillow rn 🫨

Username these races are gonna be so awkward 🫢

Username im shipping them already

Username not ashamed to say that’s my Ferrari girl!

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Username 2 years later & you regret it just now?

Username the DRAMA

Username Max you’ve got your own family now?? What is this

Username after all this time & you’ve still kept your pictures with Y/N😨

Username sir have you forgotten you’ve got a girlfriend?

LandoNorris Take this down mate. I’m about to call you

MaxVerstappen1 This is so fucked up

LandoNorris she’s just moved on is all

MaxVerstappen1 but with Carlos out of all people?

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CarlosSainz55 One whole year with you mi princesa 👸 I’m happy to have spent this last year just us two without being under the microscope of the whole world and though things are now different, I’m glad I get to experience this life with you. I love you ❤️‍🔥

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YourUsername Happy one year to us mi amor. Grateful for you always💕

CarlosSainz55 mi princesa

CharlesLeclerc happy for you guys!

Charlottesiine you guys are so great together❤️

Yourbff thanks for always filling her home with flowers, you really make her the happiest 🥹

LandoNorris what about carlando?

YourUsername he’s still yours too Lando!

LandoNorris I knew you’d still share him😏

Username new favorite duo

Username Max must be on the floor rn

Username ok but one whole year??

Username Max really unfollowed Carlos yikes 😶

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YourUsername hard launching on our one year❤️‍🔥 Grateful for you. I adore how you always show your love for me, we really give each other our all everyday no matter where in the world we are. I’m glad I get to experience this life with you (and Piñon!) I love you mi amor 🥰🥰

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CarlosSainz55 I know what a soft and hard launch means now 😳 I love you mi princesa and so does piñon.

YourUsername with the amount of treats I give him he better love me 😶 te amo ♥️

Yourbff my favorites!

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LandoNorris but carlando still lives on 😮‍💨

YourUsername I’ll never stand in the way 🫡

LandoNorris this is the hardest launch I’ve seen

CarlosSainz55 the smoothest 😈

TO BE CONTINUED

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I couldn’t wait to get this part out. I’ve come to really enjoy making these ☺️ hope you guys enjoy

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ZOSAN FIC REC

Here is some of my fave zosan fics. Some of these I read years ago and so I don't fully remember what theyre about but they we're good enough that I still have strong emotional attachments when I see the name. Most of them are things I've read recently. Literally all I do all day is homework and have an app tts fanfics to me like an audio book so there's quite a few of recs here. I am not the best at summeries but just trust me bro these are GOOD SHIT. I only provide the best. What I consider a good fic: - Takes place in the one piece world (I don't like modern aus) - Characters stay in character or if they do have changes from their canon portrayal there is a justifiable reason from within the story. - Solid story telling and arcs (even the shorter fics) - The Zosan dynamic is kept mostly how it is in canon they fight and bicker. (I know some like when they're soft with eachother like a loving married couple. You won't find much of that here) - Some of these have pervy sanji, que nose bleeds and ogling. With that out of the way here's the list!! Now to my fave zosan fic of all time and ironically enough the only fic taking place in a modern setting: Life is fine series. TW: Drug abuse, heavy angst, depression I have reread this twice and forced a friend to read it too. It is so amazing not just for the zosan but for the genuinely good story telling. You follow zoro reeling from his sudden loss of relationship with Sanji and falling down a...Well uh, path. It's fucked it's dark it's depressing and its fucking riviting. Alot of the time reading this you're just like WHY DID SANJI LEAVE HIM WHAT IS GOING ON??? Honestly I need to reread this again. Onto softer fics to heal your heart after that one: Honor in limits, his strengths in weakness By Hawksbrood

“Fucking hell cook, what happened to you?” Zoro demanded, voice low so as not to disturb the others sleeping nearby.

Sanji rolled his eyes. “What do you think? I told you we got in a fight earlier.”

“Not that, your fucking feet!”

The cook snarled at that, crushing his cigarette in his teeth. “What the fuck do you mean, my feet? They’re just feet!”

Zoro’s eyes widened, looking at the bruised flesh before him. This wasn’t that.

This was just so good and cute. I appreciate watching zoro appreciate sanji. They take care of eachother but in a way where theyre both still them yeah know? I appreciate how sanji is written letting himself be vulnerable but understanding that he's always gonna be crass cause it's just a part of who he is.

come on, come on (turn a little faster) by donutsandcoffee

The one where everyone thinks they’re dating, Sanji is oblivious, and Zoro takes everything in stride.

Sometimes a love story can go in reverse.

I reread this one recently and it's just soft and sweet. I like watching sanji flounder around. The gay panic is great.

a complete guide to falling in love by ThousandSunny Sanji was trained in the Bridal Arts; this does not go unnoticed by the rest of his crew. I read this like 3 years ago and I dont remember much but I do remember loving it!

Part Timer By 8ball Sanji really, really doesn't want to give Zoro a job at his restaurant. Zoro doesn't really even want to work there in the first place, but, well, there’s this thing with Sanji, and this thing with feelings and the whole thing is pretty damn stupid all together. Zeff just wants grandkids. He’s too old for this bullshit anyways. I am sure everyone knows 8ball very well they're like zosan famous but still just in case this one is really fucking good. Also read this 3 years ago so I don't remember much but I consider this a zosan classic. Onto the rated R Grand Buffet by asyndese Drunk fic!! If there was one thing Zoro knew, it was that you could always trust Sanji's inclinations to do a beautiful 180 as soon as he was drunk. Luckily, Zoro was more than equipped to handle it. I spent. 30 minutes. Trying to find this fic again because that's how much I loved it. It altered my brain chemistry. Sanji getting a nose job during sex is just. aaaaaaaaa. Read it. Cannot suggest enough. Horrors not yet known by Trixree

Sanji doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before, is the thing. Of all the times he has seen Zoro shirtless (in battle, mostly) he just… never noticed. The problem is, once he has noticed, Sanji can’t seem to stop noticing. And neither can anyone else.

In which Zoro has a nipple piercing and Sanji has a Problem.

I recently reread this and the first time I read it I didn't really get the whole gender sanji shit. Now though???? Yeah another fic that rewired my brain chemistry. This fic opened doors for me it exposed me to a new world. Also sanji gay panic is in here and I live for that. It can be pretty raunchy (love that too) Three rounds with a tiger by KobochaKitsune Another drunk Fic!! also in modern times damn maybe I lied sdklfj

Liquid courage, drunken decisions, terrible euphemisms, and texts from last night, or: how to think entirely with the booze (and your dick) for once.

Or: By the time Sanji got to the party, everyone was already drunk.

I read this 3 years ago (theres a trend going on can you tell??) It also rewired my brain chemistry (from this point on just assume all of these nsfw fics rewired my brain chemistry each of these opened doors for me. This one opened the doors to bottom zoro.) Fucking 20k words of just pwp. I dont even know how the author did that bro like damn. Nature of things by stark_black Tw: Sex work and prostitutes When the Sunny docks, Sanji and Zoro sometimes seek out relief in some not so savory places. After crossing paths in town on more than one occasion, the two find they have a lot more in common than they would like to admit. I hunted this down for like fucking hours a couple of weeks ago because it was that good. Stark_Black has a fucking library worth of zosan fics this one is a classic to me. But if you want more content check out his other fics I think they have like over 100 zosan its kinda insane. Coregasm by Yakarmi

Sanji discovers that sometimes, Zoro has orgasms while he lifts.

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“You…” Sanji trailed off, gaze turning down as he licked his lips. Pink tongue darting out nervously. “You orgasm when you exercise?”

Zoro clenched his jaw. Shrugged. Trying to act nonchalant.

“Sometimes.”

Sanji’s eye went wide, and like his mouth had suddenly been liberated from his brain, blurted out, “that’s so fucking hot,” before clamping his hands over his mouth. His cigarette fell from his mouth, bouncing soundlessly on the ground.

Bro bestie, the way this put me on nose bleed Sanji. Perv sanji. I need that gif thats like mmm cause man this is good. Ending this fic rec with a BANG we have

Contingencies and Congruencies by PeaceSignDisasterBi

Somewhere between finishing the bottles of alcohol and mugs of beer, the crew comes together to create a contingency plan for something that may-or-may-not-happen during their time on the Grand Line and beyond. Usopp thinks it's more likely than bumping into zombies, Zoro wants to stay out of this, Sanji is just going with the flow, and Nami may or may not keep things legally binding and above board with consistent consensual acquiescence. Robin finds it all amusing.

The damn chart stays in the locked drawer in her desk, split into three neat categories: Devil Fruit Powers, Science, and Magic. Each represents whatever they're hit with but also categorizes the amount of self-control the person has during.

AKA: 5 times Zoro and Sanji had to help each other as Consensual Helpers of Dubious Consent + 1 Time There Was Nothing Dubious At All

Ok this is 152k long its pretty insane. It regoes over the arcs so throughly so carefully that I literally had to question my memory because I havent experienced alot of these arcs in a while (it's one of the reasons im rewatching one piece). I will say despite how amazing and well written this is I had a hard time comprehending sometimes. now I was sick at the time of reading this so that might be why but sometimes the way things were phrased felt like yoda talking. I think it's just me though. I'm not used to big words :( And thats a wrap!! These arent even all the ones I wanted to include I have at least 20 more off the top of my head but I'll save that for another day. I hope you find joy in these fics Like i did I'll def do another one of these as cause I didnt even touch my sanji centric fics or germa 66 or just in general the best sanji fanfic writers. (Mentioned some of them like 8ball, thousand sunny and donuts and coffee.) Best of luck to yall and let me know what you think!

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Fave QL Couples of 2024

Decided to participate in a few of @babyangelsky 's End of Year Prompts. I decided to start with this one first!

AlanJeff from Pit Babe the Series. I love them so much. I love that Jeff placed so much trust in Alan and cared so much about what he thought. But he also wasn't afraid to stand his ground with him and tell him what he really thought. I love how nervous Jeff made Alan and how Alan fretted so much about breaking the ice between them. I also love how easily Alan could ease Jeff's racing mind and how he made sure Jeff understood that he wanted to be the person Jeff leaned on. I love the age gap between them and how it plays a part in the way Alan treats Jeff and how Jeff wants to be treated. I felt their dynamic was well-written.

PhayaTharn from The Sign. I will always be a sucker for soulmates. But really I just love how drawn to each other they were. I love that Tharn always found himself searching for Phaya, worrying about him because he knew that Phaya never took the time to worry for himself. I love that Phaya felt like he was going crazy when it came to Tharn. I love that he trusted Tharn enough to save him everytime which gave him the freedom to act a bit recklessly. I love that they worked so hard to save each other. I love that they were willing to die for each other and with each other. I love that they waited for each other. Also I wanted them to adopt that little girl from the special ep.

NailHim from For Him. Like I said, the series was a complete dumpster fire but they were the best thing to come out of it. They were so soft and so communicative and respectful of each other. I love that they talked things through and even discussed therapy. I love that Him went at Nail's pace, they were both in vulnerable places in life so I'm glad they took things slow. Also their sex life was top tier. I feel like they should have been in a whole different series.

Myungha and Yeowoon from Love for Love's Sake. They needed each other. They were each other's happiness. Myungha wanted nothing more than to make Yeowoon happy, it was his literal mission. With Myungha, Yeowoon found his smile again. He found his life again and was offered Myungha's companionship to cope with his late granny's death and from there he blossomed. With Yeowoo, Myungha learned that he could depend on a person. For the first time he felt like he belonged somewhere and that he was loved. Myungha had given up life in the mortal world to be together with Yeowoon and be in a place where he was truly happy. They made me so emotional and I love them.

KorNamsom from City of Stars. Oh I wanted a full series with them. Their story was so good. I love how madly in love with each other they were. I love that Kor was ready to throw hands with ANYONE who had something to say about his girlfriend being trans because he surely did not give one single fuck. He adored her. I love that Namsom tried so hard to protect Kor even if it meant her own heart was broken. I love how he treated her like a queen and how he stared at her like she hung the moon. They were so fucking good together and I hope Rock and Kimmon get paired up again because the chemistry was insane. (Couldn't find a gif!)

OyeiCher from Wandee Goodday. Our designated family pillars. Def my fave depiction of an already established couple. It feels like we were thrown directly in the middle of their problems. Their main concerns were finances, such a married couple. I love that they were very much still into each other and loudly flirting about it. I love that Oyei tried so hard to carry everything on his shoulders and Cher was right there to remind him that he wasn't alone. Cher pretty much abandoned his old life to help Oyei with his family's gym and Oyei wanted to make sure Cher was taken care of so he wouldn't feel any regrets. They worried so much for each other but also were each other's strength.

Jaejun and Jihan from City Boy Log. I swear they are the messiest couple I've ever seen but their mess is so good. They are just so fucking into each other and no matter what happens they gravitate right back to each other. I love that Jaejun lets Jihan take care of him. And I love that Jihan makes Jaejun laugh. I love that Jihan decided right away that he wanted to be with Jaejun and that he was willing to fight to keep him (and he did have to fight). I love them and their chemistry and at this point IDC about anybody else in this fucking series but them. If they're not in the ep then I'm not watching it.

MethasJJ and OabPlawan from Love No Long Beans. I love both couples of this series real fucking bad. I love how horny OabPlawan were for each other and how they caught feelings somewhere in between. I love that Methas and JJ were totally opposite. I love that JJ made Methas work for hard to earn approval. I love that Methas was so taken with JJ and was willing to do anything to be with him. I love that both couples' dynamics were so different and yet worked so well.

SanVee from Century of Love. I love that the Goddess worked so hard to prove that Vee was San's soulmate but they sort of fell in love despite that. I loved that San got the chance to fall in love all over again, to the point where he didn't care Vee was the one he was waiting for or not. I love that Vee was interested in San immediately but he didn't let San try to force him to be someone he wasn't. He stood his ground and challenged San to think about what exactly he was looking for and who exactly he wanted and why. I love by the end of things San only cared about being with Vee and nothing else.

Xiaobao and Huai'en from Meet You At the Blossom. My fave toxic ship of the year. I love how crazy Xiaobao makes Huai'en. I love how Huai'en was ready to destroy the world and give up everything to be together with Xiaobao. I also loved how Huai'en always put himself between Xiaobao and danger. I love how Xiaobao wanted nothing more than to shower Huai'en with love and affection and adoration. He was willing to show Huai'en what love is supposed to look and feel like. I loved that.

TattooAran from Jack & Joker. Even though we only got mere morsels I ate up every bit. Love how Aran was such a spoiled little rich kid but cared so much about uplifting Tattoo and standing behind his inventions. He believed in Tattoo. I love that Tattoo gave Aran that culture shock he needed and was there for him when he was feeling sad even though he felt a little awkward about it. I love that Tattoo made Aran laugh. I love that they comforted each other. They're so good together and I just wish they were given the proper time to bloom.

SianBlue for Every You, Every Me. I just thought they were so fun. I think since we only had two eps for them the plot had to cut out a lot of drama-filled fat. I love that the conflict was something so simple but helped pull them together and showed that they're communicating. I was particularly a big fan of their sex life, it was so damn ideal to me. I love that they talked about things. I think they were my fave pairing from the series, but they beat out XNamping but only a sliver.