#omg his skin is literally flawless

[yeonjune]

(240125) Yeonjun ✙ VIP premiere of the Netflix movie "Badlands Hunters"

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙖𝙡𝙩!𝙜𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 + 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

notes ✥ omg keshi finally writes another character??

content ✥ gn!reader, petnames (my child, little lamb, dearest), alt!gabe is being creepy but nothing serious, is this horror or an attempt

“I really can't thank you enough.”

“Oh, dearest. You have repeated such gratefulness so many times.”

“I-I know. It's just… you know, it's dangerous out there at this hour and you went through the trouble to get me some groceries.” You sigh as you unpack the groceries that your friend had bought for you. He is just standing right at the entrance of your kitchen, watching you. His stance is straight and tall.

You met ‘Gabriel’ through an internet online space. Though you know the danger of technology these days, especially in Mandela County, you cannot help but keep connecting with Gabriel. After several online conversations—both of you decided to go out for a friendly date, as you call it.

And you are glad that you decided to continue talking with him in that online space. Fortunately, he is not an Alternate or some kind of monster you have heard stories about. Gabriel looks like a literal angel—his skin is fair and flawless, his hair is blonde and long. Though he looks slender from afar, he is much more toned than you expected. His eyes are sharp and dark—for some reason, his gaze is full of mystery as if he possessed some kind of forbidden knowledge. Plus, his gaze does feel a bit malicious—but that's probably your imagination.

“Is it that dangerous?” Gabriel asks as you are unloading stuff into your fridge. You pause and turn your head towards him, confused. Is he unaware of Alternate’s existence?

“W-Well… Yes.” You say. “Have you never experienced any… paranormal encounters?” You ask. As you remember correctly, Gabriel has said he has been here in Mandela County since long ago. He looks older than you—it is very likely he has seen some shit, no?

Gabriel instead smiles before he cackles. His cackle does not sound humanly for a quick second before he eyes you again. “Right…” He says before he leaves the kitchen. You frown, confused by his strange act. He feels… off, tonight.

You shrug and continue to arrange the stuff in your fridge before you hear a loud thud coming from the living room. You rush out from the kitchen, only to find nothing out of the ordinary in your living room.

Your living room is dark, lacking any lights other than the moonlight from the window. You look around, trying to find Gabriel. He wouldn't just leave unannounced, right? He is a polite man.

“Gabe?” Your small voice echoes in the room. “Gabe, where are you?” You ask again as you walk slowly to the door, making sure it is locked—it is a basic step to avoid confrontation with any Alternate after all.

You check the window and for a second, you see Gabriel's reflection in the glass—he is standing at the kitchen’s entrance, with a strange wide grin on his face. You gasp, turning around quickly, only to find no one is standing there.

And the first thing that comes to your mind is just—you are having an encounter.

Breathing hastens, legs fasten, you run to your room and immediately, you slam the door shut and twist the lock. You drag the stool from your dressing table and block the door with it.

“The window…” you mumble, remembering the only window you have in the bedroom. You rush there and push the curtain away to check the lock. However, you notice that the night sky which is supposed to be illuminated with moonlight has turned solid black.

There's no cloud waving away, there's no moon shining through. A complete darkness.

“My, my.”

Your fingers are shaking and your fingertips feel numb as you notice a very tall man in a white robe, dark eyes and sinister grin standing just right behind you from the reflection on the window. He is staring at you, right at your reflection.

Your throat is struggling to make a noise, even a simple call for help. Even when your body has a little courage to take an inch step back, you only stumble against his chest and it dooms on you when you realize how close he is right now to you and how dangerous this situation is.

You don't even know if praying even helps.

And yet, your heart is repeating prayers to God, asking Him to forgive all your sins, give you an ounce of mercy and save you from this misfortune—just save me, save me, God, please save me, help me, help me, help me

“It is almost endearing to hear you beg for me to save you from myself, my child.”

His voice is a deep haunting whisper as he brings his hand—his fingers are strangely slender and long, his nails are sharp—and traces your face with the tip of his nails. You shut your eyes, trembling in fear as you feel slight pain from the tiny scratches on your skin.

“God, h-help me, h-help…” The words come out like a string of cries—and the being behind you just laughs, mocking your fruitless prayer. You refuse to open your eyes, in fear you might stare back into his reflection.

Gabriel’s hand strokes your cheek before you feel his touches slowly leaving you. He traces his finger from your cheek to your neck and down down to your spine before it retracts away.

“I have feared my little lamb too much, it seems. It was fun to play with you for a moment, my dear. I will see you tomorrow. Do not hide. I will find you.”

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[cowboyfromh3ll]

hii can i just get javier headcanons in general? many thanks

Javier Escuella HC

HAHAHAH YES I LOVE WRITING JAVIER HCS. Once again, most are modern teehee

This man loves his novelas. I'm talking screaming crying at the TV while he's on his knees yelling at the MC

He'd be the cool tio who gives all the younger kids money

He'd learn some rudimentary magic tricks to entertain you so he'd be pulling quarters out of your ear n shit

Eventually upgrades and he's making entire roses appear for you

He would love Los Cautes De Sinaloa and Hombres G

JAVIER COVERING LAMENTO BOLIVIANO??? YES PLZ

Omg he'd dance folklorico 100%

Like he'd get home from practice and show you the new moves he learned.

Even better if you're in the dance group with him so he can practice with you.

Works the grill at the carne asadas and gets territorial if someone tries to take over. Only lets you help him

After enough chastising he'll accept help from other people

Brings you home a bunch of different Mexican candies like cajeta and tamarindo

He has an extensive night time and morning routine

Probably spends so much money on self care alone

Im talking hair products, colognes, cleansers, exfoliants, oils, acids, moisturizers, toners, etc etc...

As a result, his skin is literally flawless. And his hair? Fucking enviable

I just know he's a great cook in general

Definitely the type of man you want to bring home to your parents

He eats sabritones religiously, only offers you some if he sees you're staring

I wanna say he'd drive a big ass pick up truck like that shit would be his baby

On that note, reckless driver

[just-another-author-i-guess]

A little collection of fun things Judd does

Tags: fem! Reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, pyromania?, just Judd things yk, maybe he should be a warning in himself, there’s like one brief mention of sex, generally creepy behavior, Judd being an unironic edge lord, author was sleep deprived

Playlist: I made him a fun little playlist, I tried very hard not to be biased and add songs I actually think he’d listen to instead of just songs I like lol

But! if you’d like to listen to some of Judd’s jams, you can do so HERE

Summary: part 2 to my Judd hc’s, read part one HERE

Author’s note: this,, just came to me. I’ve been taking random thoughts I had about Judd and added them to a docs document, and would you look at that! These hc’s wrote themselves! I think I babygirlyfied him a little bit, but yk what? He is my baby girl ��

Just Judd things

Word count; 1,9K

Judd birch is known for many things, one of them being his smell

He always smells a bit.. funny

Not bad, just kinda like raccoons and alcohol, it’s an interesting smell

Often he also smells like some kinda polish, either because he’s been polishing his car or his knives

I’m sorry if I ruin y’all’s illusion, but he DOES NOT shower unless absolutely necessary

He only really showers if someone (probably you or his mom lol) tells him to, or if he had a particularly sweaty workout

Also, he would never admit this but sometimes he showers just to impress you

Always carries that certain Judd musk yk

He’s also one of those guys who washes their face like once every full moon but somehow still has flawless skin

If you ever convinced him to let you do his eyeliner, he would also not wash it off, just let it sit there and bake unless you washed it off for him

Anyways

Judd is mean as hell, a gaping asshole in his own words

But, he does respect his family somewhat

Even loves them a bit, if he’s being completely honest

Especially Diane

He holds a strong sense of respect for his mom, way more than his dad

It’s not like he’s gonna stop making low key misogynistic jokes for shits and giggles, but he often tries to dial back the cursing in front of her

Like he values her opinions and praise of him the most out of his family

He’s also super protective, mostly of his younger siblings

Like I mentioned before, he definitely has that kinda “edgy” humour

The guy probably says a lot of controversial stuff just to get a reaction

He literally pretends not to be a feminist just to piss off leah

(In reality, he genuinely doesn’t give one single shit about feminism)

Likewise he also just disagrees with whatever his family says just because they said it

But he will not hesitate to physically or verbally beat anyone who starts shit with his siblings

Forget all about is asshole-ness and such, he will obliterate anyone who hurt his siblings

Only he’s allowed to fuck with them lol

When he told Nick “you’ll die when I say you die” he really meant it

He actually also values the raccoons quite a bit

When he goes on his drunken rambles, they’re always there to listen yk

He has friends,, kinda, like he has people he tolerates more than others but he honestly doesn’t mind doing things alone

He enjoys his own company

But also the raccoons

It’s like a mentally unstable girl and her support cat, Judd just has his gang of raccoons

(He tells them all his secrets)

I feel like he would genuinely enjoy the company of an animal way more than people, not limited to raccoons

But he’s not nice to them, he’s never nice to anyone he cares about

He’s just doesn’t grasp the idea, being nice verbally means nothing to him

He’s a man of physical and action-based affirmations

It’s the little things that counts for him

Unless he knows someone who values affirming words, ect his family or girlfriend, he will very rarely go out of his comfort zone to grant them such

He’s so awkward verbally stating his feelings too omg,,

“Dad.. I.. love you..?” He’s like that each time he tries to come across as sincere, it’s like he’s questioning it as he’s speaking lol

He was like that as a kid too, he’s always just enjoyed creeping people out

He takes pride in his weirdness

The guy is very morally grey, the only thing he truly wants ever is the cause chaos

Or inflicting stress/pain on his siblings somehow

He doesn’t rough Leah up like he would with Nick, but he knows just how to get into her head

That’s another thing, he knows everyone’s business

Literally

Between hiding in the vents, being the designated dealer in town and generally the quiet kid in school, he knows what everyone’s up to

Even Nick and Leah’s friends

Knows all their names too

His parents definitely took him to a psychiatrist when he was younger, he was a very difficult child to deal with

Think gremlin meets Chucky

That’s baby Judd

His parents supported him though, and still do

Elliot especially tries to take interest in whatever Judd likes, bands, movies, setting things on fire, ect

Also, music wise, I think he’d really like the misfits

Probably also three days grace and oooh, definitely rob zombie

He just strikes me as that kinda guy

But also, he doesn’t know shit about the hands he listens to

He doesn't care enough to get into the people behind the music, you could literally ask him who’s in the band who wrote his favourite song and he wouldn’t know

Takes the term “separate the art from the artist” to a whole new level

If he doesn’t listen to music, he’s the type of dude to literally put “horror movie ambience” or “pov you’re getting murdered asmr” on or whatever the fuck

Also, he’s the type to strictly listen to music on YouTube, with adds because he doesn’t want to pay

He only has burner phones anyways, so he has to listen to music on his computer or whatever, he has a shit ton of obscure cd’s in his car though that he listens to as well

And on the topic of phones, because of his less than usual choice, literally no one has his number

Probably only Leah has his number? I feel like he’d only give it to her and maybe his girlfriend if you’re lucky

Leah has to text him like “mom says dinner is ready in 10” or “dad told me to text you to please come home soon” stuff like that, and she’s so done with it

He somehow has everyone’s number though

You’ll randomly get a text if he needs you, and he never tells you who it’s from

He will literally text you “I’m in your house” without any disclosure

Maybe he’ll add a few blurry pictures of something in your house as well

Oh but if he’s actually trying to scare you, expect pictures he took of rotting roadkill or a bloody ziplock back or something he found

He just loves gore and violence <3

Another thing he really, really, enjoys is scaring people

He deliberately hides behind doors or curtains to scare his family, he’s also really good at just being super silent?

If he doesn’t want to be found, you’re not gonna find him

If you sleep over at his house and use the bathroom by his room to brush your teeth, the fucker will be standing behind you in the mirror when you come up from rinsing your mouth

He scares those he cares about, what can I say

Well he also scares everyone else, he’s kinda feral

As I said before, it’s not like he doesn’t socialise at all, bc like, he’s literally everyone’s dealer

Idek where he gets his stuff from, but everyone knows Leah and Nick as Judd’s little siblings because they have bought from him one time or another

Not only limited to drugs, he also always has alcohol

(He robbed a liquor store)

Somehow they never found out it was him?? Even though it’s exceedingly obvious and he keeps doing it every other week or so

Some of your dates casually turns into “hey let’s rob a store” and it’s actually so chill

As a consequence of his never ending supply of Jack Daniel’s, he’s like chronically hung over

Always kinda tired and complaining that his head hurts

Literally has a hangover 6 out of 7 days of the week

He also has a bit of a pyromaniac streak

Sometimes buildings in town just sorta,, burn down

I feel like people in town know it’s Judd, but the police force is actually useless so again, he never gets caught

Actually he got caught once, because he was high and accidentally left a lighter at the crime scene

It was before he turned 18 though, so he got no major consequences besides like a night in jail and being grounded for a really long time

I imagine that might have been why he ran away? Man’s didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of his own consequences

He actually really likes consequences of things, just not when it actually turns out to be inconvenient for him

But like, he’s really fascinated by watching things slowly unfold if yk what I mean

He’s quite a patient guy, he literally had the patience to train a whole ass battalion of raccoons

But my point is, he can wait a long periods of time while plotting his sinister plans

He’s a supervillain at heart fr

And as I said before, he exists to cause chaos

I feel like he would literally worship the chaos theory, and he would definitely mansplain it to you

Judd doesn’t believe in god, but he believes in the chaos theory

That’s probably why he’s so into horror, but like a certain kind

He doesn’t really care too much about paranormal or psychological horror

He still watches it, but it’s just not his favourite

What he really loves, is the gorefests

Murderporn if you will

He lives and breathes bloody slasher movies, where people get pointlessly murdered left and right

Literally the more gritty the better

Especially if it’s one of those where all the women gets murdered with their tits out

Horror movies makes him horny help—

No but actually, he’s so annoying to watch them with, because even if it’s a movie he likes HE WILL NOT STOP COMMENTING

starts muttering every other minute about how that flesh wound is not realistic and how it would actually look

How does he know this? You don’t want to ask

But back to the horny part, if you’re dating him, you almost always fuck to horror movies instead of music

If Judd puts on a horror movie, yk what he’s initiating

It’s either that, or he lets you choose the music in his car

Two very subtle, but yet very clear demands of what he wants

Another thing, he loves when you scratch him up

On his chest, on his back, anywhere

Just having those long, red nail marks on his skin does stuff to him

The same with leaving marks on you, he’s so into it

He needs you to be absolutely as bitten and bruised up as you can possibly be

And it doesn’t limit to you, no, no please, bite him back

He’ll love it

(People around you are slightly concerned)

Now I’ve just listed a bunch of things he likes, but like whatever he’s doing, he’s gonna seem super indifferent

He’s just,,, always scowling

My man’s not coded to show joy

Wait okay no, but like he can smile, it just looks unnatural lol

Sometimes, he even laughs (mainly when others are in misery)

But generally, he’s just pretty stoic

And also, he doesn’t truly have that many opinions on stuff

He literally doesn’t care, but that’s kinda expected for someone who’s biggest wish is to go permanently off the grid

Like, he could be delivered the deadliest insult ever, or see a house burning down or something and he would still be like ._.

It takes quite a lot to get him to move his face muscles, is what I’m saying

Generally, it’s gonna take a lot to get him to care about anything

Wow 🤩 more judd headcannons

These were a bit pointless ig, but I enjoyed making them haha, I hope you enjoyed it! And if you listened to the playlist, I hope that was alright too 💪

Tags: @dlfvrr @bxbyyyjocelyn

[satoruhour]

my dear t !! for the ask game ❤️ 📚 & 🎨 !!

i hope you’re having a lovely day so far btw ily 🫶🏻

❤️: what is your favourite line that you've written in a fic?

ooh . i have a few that i think r decent :’) it’s not often i like the things i put out but these r the ones that stuck out to me !! theyre all fluff lmfoaoojj

“by the gods, i’m sure they’re all talking about you in the love songs they write.” is what he whispers against your lips, a soft breath of words that make your heart flutter and skin burn. that’s what the present is with suguru. “but if you ask me, a lone man, to write something, i’d do it with a million and one songs, poems, reveries. more than i can count.” — from an untitled on my old blog “it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.” — from oversized never looked this good “the words are caught in his throat when you fingers go over the 悟 of his name, three syllables packaged into a single character. he didn’t expect you to remember, but it breathes some life back into him when you do it over his heart. he can’t remember the last time he let someone trace his name so intimately. with one last lingering kiss, you both succumb to slumber in peace, with gojo satoru’s first name in the palm of your hand, and his last name aching to take its place in front of your own.” — from 悟; “gojo satoru learns more and more about himself through the lens of your eyes — a love letter sealed with the saccharine strawberry you apply every morning and your whispered confessions that hold a multitude of suns to leave his fingertips blazing and heart soaring.” — from the drabble about gojo’s dimples “he treats you like painters do to their muse: gentle, delicate, a million memories of your anatomy seared into his brain from how long he’s stared at you.” — from late night drift w/ megumi

📚: is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

SO. MANY. literally ALL my moots omg ill link my mutual page and you can go crazy from there !!!! theyre all such talented people ! @kazushawty, @hoshigray ELLIE ! the lovely person who sent this ask, @crysugu, @jabamin, @getousex, @slttygeto, @preciousamethyst, @seeingivy, @rlvsmegumi, @zarihaaa, @etherealxmaya, @sluut4toji, @lov3rbody, @cybercandy1, @papersirens, @omgeto, @heavenlyevil (im so sorry if i missed u out im absolutely sleepy rn 😓🥹)

others include @shotorus, @saetoru, @sugurini @prettyboykatsuki @suget @satohruu ahh those are at the top of my head rn! pls pls follow them and give them ur love @ whoever sees this !!!

as for fanfics i dont save fanfics often apart from the reblogs on my pagebgnfjf and im not that good of a gauge for good fanfic cause i like EVERYTHING but i love gojo drabbles by saintobio, pixellated starboy by karma, geto’s fix it fic, what if you’re someone i just want around by saetoru, love alarm by ellie !!! one of his girls by empress (omgeto), nanami’s cariño, boy it’s you i desire by dilly (crysugu), just let me love you by anya / jabamin AAAAHHAHANI REQUESTED THIS I LOVE IT SM!!!! i have lots and lots of favourites im sorrryyy 😭😭😭

🎨: if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

i mentioned once anything from the racer au would be so cool!! seeing them as racers would be soooo nic or maybe a scene from clementines involved geto peeling an orange for you 🥹 but tbh anything would be good ngl i would love even if it was a simply sketch 😭

ask game 💒

[reviilo]

i made a post about my impressions after finishing tmnt!2012 SO OFC i'm going to do one about rise!tmnt

BEST DESIGNS OF ALL THE ITERATIONS. EACH TURTLE BEING A DIFFERENT SPECIES? GENIAL!! THE MARKS ON THEIR SKIN, THEIR SHELLS AND GENERAL ACCESSORIES???? STUNNING AND PERFECT

i love donnie and april relationship here, by far my favorite of all the show (including the hamato family). they're so dear to me

super powers are fucking cool!!

didn't like the way the writers treated cassandra. why leave her identity to be revealed only in season 2 finale? and when we finally know that "omg it's casey!" we don't see her bonding with the turtles, she just disappear and is replaced by her kid who looks a lot more like others casey jones. i mean, why create a casey so unique that differs from the previous iterations only to throw her away after?

the comedy can be pretty annoying. sometimes it didn't seem the turtles were under danger or that the situation was serious because they kept making or stupid faces (kraang invasion and after karai's death)

the story plot is too short, it could been summarized easily in one season

there's a lot of new characters but only a few of them is really important, like draxum and big mama. and also, they literally don't exist in the movie for what? didn't get that

i wanted more of the old characters. baxter stockman, karai, april, casey and bradford were done so good that make me wonder what leatherhead, bebop and rocksteady could've been

last one mainly for the fandom: FOR THE SAKE OF GOD, STOP BASHING OTHER ITERATIONS, SPECIALLY 2012. the principal reason i didn't want to watch rise was because of people mischaracterizing 12' turtles or making up headcanons about how "mikey was abused by his brothers" and how "rise siblings are so perfect and flawless" or that 12' splinter was abusive only for me to watch a episode of donnie wanting to hear that rise splinter was proud of him ONCE. BOTH ITERATIONS HAVE FLAWS AND ARE NOT PERFECT. STOP THE COMPARISON!

i guess is this

[inkykeiji]

I bought the cutest little lingerie outfit, its baby blue lace and a slit on the crotch and it looks good against my dark brown hair and freckled skin and I really wanna just wait till my bfs mad at me to wear it lmaoooo is that evil of me clari???? I also wanna do this to touya-nii and flawless tomu. you know when youre casually scrolling online and say wow this is gunna make him go crazy and cum in his pants hahahaha

HEHEHEHEHE ANON THIS IS SUCH BMB BRATTY PRINCESS BEHAVIOUR and i am here for it!!!!!!!! also this set sounds absolutely gorgeous i love baby/powder blue!!! omg hehehe touya-nii would be like genuinely angry at you and would fuck your soul out of you—until you’re sobbing and shaking and aching, until your body physically cannot take anymore and your mind has melted to pretty pink goo that can only manage to form a wobbly, garbled version of niichan—whereas flawless tomu would want to be angry at you and would momentarily feel that initial flare of fury flashing through his chest, sharp and scorching, but it would be extinguished almost immediately by how fucking horny he is for you. he’d fuck you well past the point of overstimulation, too, though it wouldn’t be for punishment purposes the way touya’s would; it would be because he literally and physically cannot control himself and he needs to fuck you until he’s absolutely spent, until he’s fucked his whole soul into you, until you’re both nothing more than a snivelling, shivering knot of limbs and sheets, sopping with sweat and spit and sobs—because he’s urgent and desperate and so, so clingy <3

[evansbby]

hi!!!!!!! hope ur having a chilled Sunday bby! PLS PLS can u tell us more about ur skincare/haircare & makeup pls pls pls hehe! it’s okay if u cba i just love love hearing what people use! plus you give off such clean girl aesthetic! 💕✨

-🤠

hey baby I’m so sorry about the late response!! but i love this question!!! so here goes!! ✨✨✨

first off… i don’t do anything for hair-care except except wash my hair in cold water bc it makes it extra soft. but apart from that, i honestly don’t even blow dry it or curl it or anything… it’s quite straightish-wavy and i really like how it looks the way it is!! also curls never stay in my hair for long bc my hair is super fine lol 😌🙌🏼

skincare… i actually need to find a moisturiser bc i just use Vaseline rn. also my spf 50 which is also a moisturiser. it’s from this brand called heliocare and it’s amazing. i also massage my face… like… aggressively every morning to recuse puffiness. i also splash it with ice cold water about twenty times to get a healthy flush and i learnt both these things from model doutzen kroes’ YouTube channel. I also use an exfoliater from this brand called murad about 3x a week. apart from that I don’t do much, I get laser done on my face and I swear to you it doubles as like a collagen treatment — makes my face all tight and radiant and gets rid of hyperpigmentation!! I’m lucky to have been blessed with clear skin bc apart from that I don’t do anything else to it!!

as for makeup, omg I’ll try to keep it brief and simple. I have a foundation and it’s the charlotte tilbury sheer coverage one but I don’t really use it bc it oxidises and goes slightly orange lmao. anyways I use charlotte tilbury flawless filter like religiously and I use a cream concealer which I believe is from revolution and it’s a charlotte tilbury dupe. btw i blend out the flawless filter with my hands and i blend out my concealer with my fingers bc I genuinely think makeup brushes are overrated and you don’t always need them. anyways setting powder is from elf. for contour I use a concealer in a darker shade and for blush I use glossier shade storm and I put it literally everywhere like cheeks and nose and forehead bc i like the whole flushed look on myself. and I fill in my brows using some morphe brow thing. i don’t do soap brows bc I hate that trend but I do love threading my brows really thing I think that looks so cute. I usually let my lips be but when I’m in the mood I go for a dark brown lipliner and nude lip combo. For eyeshadow I use the too faced born this way palette bc the brown shades are so good and they’re all I use and that’s about it the end!!

[leossmoonn]

matt and you finally fucking after like literally a whole year bc your toddlers were so hard to handle and now everything is in control so you're relieved and omg matt literally destroys you bc he missed your pussy sm 😵😵

Yes pls 😫😫

16+

A year with no sex may be hard for some couples but you and Matt are stronger than that so y’all survive. But that’s not to say you guys don’t miss it!!

So Jackie is like 5 and Percy is 4 and ugh they’ve just been tyrants let me tell y’all (also did I make Jackie and percy one year apart or two…. Idk lmao)

BUT FINALLY. on one faithfully day, they actually decide to sleep with its their nap time!

You and Matt are exhausted. Y’all flip onto your bed and just try and savor whatever quiet time you have left. Matt’s arm is slung around your stomach while your hand is in his hair. You two cuddle like this for a good like,, 5 minutes lmao. Then Matt’s hand moves to rest on your belly, his fingertips tip-toeing down your the waistband of your leggings.

“What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Murdock?” You ask, pulling yourself out of the dozed state you were in.

“Feeling that bangin’ body of yours. Do you not want me to?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Nope, it’s fine. You know I love your hands on me.”

He grins, “I’m glad.” His fingers slide down your pants, sliding under your underwear.

“But I’m thinking your intentions are less impure,” you hum. You flip onto your side so you can face him. You put your hands on his face, resting your forehead against his.

“And what if they are?” He whispers, his hot breath fanning over your hips. His eyes are closed as his fingers massage the curve of your ass. Your eyes search his face, admiring his flawless skin, perfectly shaped lips, his big nose… (we all agree with what doja cat said yes?)

“Then I’d indulge in them,” you whisper back.

He smiles, moving his face closer to you. “The kids are finally asleep. Let’s have some fun, yeah?”

Cut to you Matt fucking you into the mattress. His hand is around your mouth to muffle your noises. Your legs are up his shoulders, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing in your bedroom. His free hand is molded into your hip, his fingertips digging into your skin and sure to cause some bruising, but you don’t care.

“Fuck, Matt,” you moan into his hand. “I’ve missed you saying my name like that so much,” he groans as quietly as he can.

You nod in agreement, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his hand reaches in between you two and rubbing your clit. You’re on round three — Matt first fingered you and then of course had to eat you out after, needing to taste you. You were just as sweet as he remembered. Even more addicting than he remembered, too. It was technically Matt’s first round and although he hadn’t fucked you like this in a good year, his stamina was still the same (thanks to his Daredevil-ing).

Matt takes his hand off of your mouth, crashing his lips onto yours. You’re moaning in his mouth, struggling to kiss him back. He loves feeling your lips slip from his, your tongue slipping over his lips as you try to French kiss him.

“Matty,” you whine as your third orgasm bubbles up. Your walls flutter around his dick and he twitches inside of you. He groans in relief as he’s finally able to come.

If it were up to him, he would’ve already came, but just because you two hadn’t had sex in a while didn’t mean he was allowed to be selfish. Pleasing you was always going to be his number one goal. It turned him on more than anything else.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. His ragged breathing makes your heart flutter. He buries his head into your neck, sucking harshly on your delicate skin. Your hands tug at his hair, your nails digging into the base of his scalp.

“Matt, oh, fuck. Shit, I-I’m —.” You throw your head back, arching your back and causing your chest to meet his. The feeling of your body up against his is just too much for him. He comes inside of you in hot spurts, filling you up. You watch as his eyes flutter as he feels your arousal mixed with his fluid, getting a little light headed at the thought.

He pulls out of you, collapsing down next to you. Both of you are covered in each other’s sweat. Some of his cum is dripping down your leg. Your hearts are beating miles a minute and all you both can hear are your heavy breathing. You’re so sore and you know for a fact it’ll be hard to walk afterwards, but you don’t care. This was the greatest, if not the best, sex you’ve had with Matt.

After Matt has relaxed, he gets back up, grabbing a towel to clean you up. You both take turns using the bathroom, laying back down in the sticky sheets again. You both are still naked as you cuddle one another. Matt’s head is buried in your tits as your arms are wrapped around his back, your hands playing with his hair.

“Did i tell you how beautiful you are?” Matt says.

“Only about a million times. But I don’t mind hearing it again,” you grin.

Matt chuckles, “well you are. You are beautiful. So so gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.”

You giggle, “be careful, you’re gonna make my head big.”

“You deserve to know.” He leans his head up, softly pressing his lips to yours. His hands find your waist and he starts to go back down again.

“I thought you were tired,” you say. “I’m just getting started,” he smirks.

But then your toddlers wake up and your journey of parenthood continues.

“Let’s continue this later, yeah?” You say.

“Is that a suggestion or promise?” Matt asks.

You kiss him again, slipping your tongue into his mouth and sucking on his lip as you pull away. “What do you think?”

[cyberhobi]

I wish I was pretty 😭

[dxrkdreamer]

Hello! I just recently got into Jujutsu Kaisen and high-key Sukuna can ravage me. Can I request Sukuna reacting to his afab s/o being high maintenance? I'm talking like 10-step skincare routine, HELLA haircare and body care stuff, hell even sleeping on silk sheets and pillows bc it's better for the skin lol. If possible, pls make NSFW?? K THANKIES

Hi, OMG YES I love this. This deadass used to be me when I worked at The Body Shop 😭

Pairing: Sukuna x High Maintenance Reader

Word Count: almost 600

Warnings: sex (the usual lol)

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Initially when the two of you met, he was genuinely impressed with how well kept you were. Not a single wrinkle in your clothing, your hair neatly done and your skin looked near flawless. He thought you were around 18-20 because of how young you looked.

He could tell you had high expectations of him on dates, but that just fueled him to do his absolute best at impressing you. And you would always be cleaned up nice, even if he was picking you up right after a long day of work.

It was only until he was in your apartment he realized it was all your hard work and upkeep. “Wow you even put on silk sheets for tonight, I must be that special” he wiggled his eyebrows at you jokingly. “Silk sheets are actually really good for your skin and hair because it doesn’t tug on it that much…. Which stops hair damage and your skin from wrinkling prematurely”.

He’d just look at you like “tf? What kind of scientific sorcery?”

Your nightly skin and hair care routines would annoy him sometimes because of the amount of time it would take you before you went to bed.

But he would be intrigued by all the different products you used, and would search them up and the active ingredients. He doesn’t show it or act like it, but he’s a pretty knowledgeable guy.

Eventually this would lead to him trying out a face mask of yours when you were busy in the bathroom “Himalayan charcoal… its supposed to purify” he muttered, scooping some out and carefully applying it with one of your face mask brushes whilst looking in the mirror. “You better make me as pretty as (Y/N)” he grumbled in slight disgust. “This is literally fucking dirt” he’d say laying down on your bed, eyes closed and arms resting behind his head. He even put a timer on his phone, thinking you would be back a lot later than he expected.

“Hey Sukuna have you seen my bamboo hair brush-” you brought a hand to your mouth trying to hold in your giggles as he opened one eye to glare at you. “W-whats on your face” you tried saying “You’re not supposed to talk with these on, idiot” he’d say, closing his eyes. You came over and sat beside him patiently waiting for the timer.

This leads to him following your whole facial routine after applying that particular mask. “I already rubbed the damn dirt on my face, why do I need this?” he’d grunt, as you squeezed a different type of moisturizer onto your hand to apply to his face. “Because it’s a drying product!” you’d exclaim, “Women I’m getting tired of this” he’d mutter angrily, losing his patience as he saw you open another drawer to pull out another cream.

“(Y/N) this is good enough!” he’d say again, getting up, but you pushing him back down on the chair by his shoulders “Almost done babe you just-”

“Enough!” he’d raise his voice, grabbing your waist and hoisting you onto his shoulder as he got up “You think you can do whatever you want to me? Dumbass, I’ll show you power” he’d say throwing you on the couch and getting up on top of you, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants “You’ve kept me waiting long enough with this dumb routine of yours.”

"But! I just put on this new expensive lip-"

"Shut the fuck up" He'd say, stuffing your face with his cock, smearing the lip balm off your stuffed lips.

[patronsaintofthetwinks]

What was our husband like irl? As many details as possible pls!

Omg I can't even describe what it's like to see him in person cuz he looks exactly the same (just as hot) but the actual feeling of seeing him is sooo different cuz you're like "omg he's real" and that feeling just can't be replicated through a screen. I don't think ive ever seen his hair this curly and his SKIN omg it was literally glowing and it looked so flawless. He grasped my fingers and his hand was so soft and I could feel his rings 🥴 Hearing him talk irl was a total trip, his voice sent shivers up my spine. I knew the man was skinny (which if course I love) but when you really get to see just how skinny it's like WOW 😱 (but in a good way lol) I feel so lucky to have seen his magnificent bare back in person, UGh to be one of those girls that got to hug him and caress it 😭 Anyway I could go on and on but overall he's pretty much as perfect as you could imagine 😍

[spencersawkward]

i’m so happy ur on tumblr now!! i love between the lines so much, could you write a blurb or one shot about mgg and a younger co-star, but like very spicy if possible 🙃, idk i just love that scenario🥵.

i was literally about to write "omg i love this concept too!" and then i was like “well no fucking shit, sophi.” lol. YES i can 10/10 write you a one-shot with a similar scenario! also thank you for your kind words that was the first fic i ever wrote so it’s very near and dear to my heart!

summary: reader goes to a holiday party with her co-stars and best friend, Matthew... but all the fun happens in the dressing room.

content warnings: this one is quite dirty but i’m also proud of it lol. unprotected penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), degradation, use of the term “little girl,” creampie, age gap. dirty talk?

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.7k

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"no."

"what do you mean, 'no’?” Matthew laughs, looking between me and the mirror.

"I look like the Ghost of Christmas Past." I lift up the soft white tulle of the dress, watching it float back down to settle over my skin. he's got his eyebrows raised and there's a smirk on his lips like he's holding back a laugh. I resist the urge to reach around and hit him.

"would you rather wear that?" he points to the punch-stained gown that's now laying pathetically over the back of the vanity chair. I genuinely ponder the idea for a moment.

"honestly, the crime scene vibes might work well with the theme of our show."

"seriously, it's not bad, Y/N!" he insists, drawing my attention back to the mirror.

"you're just saying that because you're the one who spilled on me and you don't want people making fun of how clumsy you are." I cross my arms over my chest. he gives me a dubious expression in our reflection on the wall.

"do I seem like I care about that?" he challenges.

"I--" the truth is that no, Matthew is not the type. Matthew is the kind of person to flounder in front of anyone and proceed to crack a joke about himself. he's humble. but I kind of like when we talk like this, our back and forth.

after a year of working together on the same show, he and I have grown incredibly close. I'm friends with all my co-stars, but he and I just have the natural friendship chemistry that makes me want to spend all my time with him. when we're not on set, we're hanging out on his couch or ordering dinner or driving out of town to check out wacky sites around California. we just have fun. pure, clean, honest fun.

of course, in my dreams it isn't pure or honest. frankly, there's a lot of sordid scandal to what goes on in my head when he accidentally touches my arm or brushes his fingers over mine. the amount of times I have gone to cast parties trying to work up the nerve to kiss him are embarrassing. he's older and more experienced and, obviously, he has no interest in me.

but that doesn't matter.

the only reason I'm standing in a dressing room alone with him is because he knew someone on the crew who could hook me up with a replacement for the night. he left while I slipped out of the old one and came back in only after knocking and checking, like, twice to make sure I was decent. he's so respectful that it's almost like he's afraid of making me think the wrong thing-- which makes me feel absolutely stupid for my almost schoolgirl crush.

"come on, you look great. let's go enjoy the party."

"was this a dress one of the victims was wearing?" I ask with a laugh.

"probably. not like we carry a lot of gowns on set." he grabs my hand, makes my heart leap into my throat. he only does it to urge me along, but it still feels intimate as I follow him out of the room, tossing one more evaluative glance at myself in the mirror. I seem terrified.

we continue to do our rounds at the party, Matthew filling my glass of eggnog even though I hate it. I wince and take a sip while we talk to some of our co-stars.

"what's wrong with you?" Shemar chuckles at my expression.

"lost a bet."

"with whom?" he glances between Matthew and me, knowing damn well already from the mischievous grin on the former's face.

"I told you not to take it." Matthew says over the rim of his glass.

"if you mention it one more time, I'm gonna throw up eggnog all over your outfit." I threaten him, but we're both smiling. Shemar frowns.

"what was the bet?"

"you know David-- the guy I was telling you about?" I reply quickly, determined to give my side of the story. Shemar nods; I told him last week when David oh-so-chivalrously danced up on me at a club and asked me out. usually in those situations, guys just want a one-night stand, so I was impressed and agreed. "anyway, Matthew said if it turned out that he was a weirdo, he would get to pick my drinks for the next week whenever we go out."

"your drinks? that's specific."

"she's so picky!" Matthew teases me.

"leave me alone, you dick!" I elbow him and he dodges just in time.

"tell him why he was a weirdo." he grins. the glare I give could kill. but Shemar is waiting expectantly for me to share the information, so I sigh and set my jaw before telling the truth.

"he collects antique dental tools."

"what?" Shemar laughs disbelievingly. I throw my hands up.

"I don't fucking know. we went back to his apartment and he showed me his whole collection."

"you're attracted to weird people, Y/N." Matthew says. I raise my eyebrows and almost say something that dooms me. I hold my tongue, however, and turn back to Shemar with a reserved smile.

"anyway, how are you?"

...

the cast holiday party is actually pretty fun. I tend to leave these functions early in favor of my couch and some ice cream, but something about the bright colors and the smell of wintergreen in the air makes me want to linger in the studio.

I stuff myself with sugar cookies and Matthew mercifully lets me switch from eggnog to Sprite. normally, I'd drink at such an occasion, but I'm a messy drunk and this is one of my first real jobs as an actress. I don't want to even come close to jeopardizing that by breaking some expensive equipment or something.

my throat gets a little sore from all the talking I do-- Paget and I spend about half an hour horribly belting out Christmas carols at the baby grand piano they brought in. they originally had someone hired to play it, but the guy disappeared about an hour ago.

by the time it hits around ten pm, my limbs are tired. I thought people would be leaving (a lot of them have families), but the party is still very much raging when I start to wind down. maybe it's because I'm sober.

"hey." Matthew sidles up next to me as I sit at the piano bench with a slice of lime in my mouth. I like to suck the juice out of them; sour things are my favorite.

"hi." I pluck the fruit out and drop it back into my soda. he sits next to me, his cologne filling my senses with the kind of sensual warmth that it shouldn't be making me feel. he always smells so good.

"ladylike." he gestures to the movement.

"is that why you call me 'princess?'" I smirk, half-joking.

"once-- I called you that once!" he defends. it's not a lie. he used the nickname when he was mocking me for my somewhat selective food preferences. it was sarcastic, but I wish it wasn't. something about the way he said it in the moment made me blush.

"is there a reason you've come to grate my nerves?" I raise an eyebrow and he turns away from me as he bites back a smile. I pout. "what?"

"you're talking like a Jane Austen novel."

"what's wrong with Jane Austen?" I defend, skin heating up. his proximity is doing things to me that it shouldn't.

"nothing," he glances at me before moving his gaze to the ivory keys. "do you play?"

"elementary level, sure." I giggle. he runs his fingers over them, never pressing down hard enough to release a sound. I'm entranced by the delicate nature of his actions, the veins and the curve of his fingertips, the sheer width of his hand. I think about it too much for it to be healthy.

"show me." it's a direct order, one that doesn't feel directive but still ends with me placing both hands on the piano and wracking my brain for something to play. I decide on a piece that Paget and I were doing earlier, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

I've never been quite good at piano, and the nearness of his body is like an anvil on my fingers, but I play anyway. and it feels good. his eyes are on me, drawn to my tracings over the instrument as they press and lift and glide.

"sing." I tell him.

"no!" he protests. I don't stop playing, only now getting into the thick of the tune.

"oh, come on. just the chorus..." I plead, turning my head to beg. "please?"

I bat my lashes playfully, fully intending it as a joke, but Matthew softens a bit. for a fraction of a second, I think he looks at my mouth. he turns his head back to the piano and lets out a quiet "here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore..."

"there you go!" I egg him on, and he starts to get more into it. his voice is absolutely off-key; he's no singer, and somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

Matthew has always been this flawless, intimidating figure in my mind. even when we first met, I was certain that he was hiding something because everything else about him is so... perfect. he's funny, sweet, genuinely kind, handsomer than hell. it didn't make sense. but knowing that he can't carry a tune makes me feel a bit better. it humanizes his beauty.

while he sings, I can't help looking at him. his side profile is even more enchanting; the curve of his features meeting a smooth elegance in his jaw and cheek, especially when his mouth is open. he catches me smiling at him and returns it with his own gleeful face, now totally fine with singing like a fool in front of everyone. nobody is even really looking at us-- they're several drinks in and lost in their own universe of drunken laughter.

there's something kind of magical about that, I think. we're sober. when the song draws to a close, I lift my fingers off the keys and into my lap.

"you're quite the Pavarotti." I joke.

"the who?" he furrows his brow with a smile.

"he's a famous opera singer."

"oh," he laughs, "thanks, Mozart."

I twist my face up as I hide my smile. this is also part of the reason I could never tell Matthew how I feel; we just fit together too well. he almost always gets my references and I understand his, even though there's an age gap between us. he's an old soul with a youthful heart.

"how's your night going?" I ask him softly, changing the subject. he sets his hands on his lap, absent-mindedly toying with his fingers. it's not a nervous tendency at all. he does it whenever we're on set.

"as of right now? pretty damn good." he replies with a smile. I get warm again at the implication. he doesn't mean it like that, but god, do I wish he did.

"very smooth." I compliment appreciatively.

"how about you?"

"it was kind of boring, but then this rando sat next to me and started singing Christmas songs and it got a little better." I say flatly, grabbing my glass off the top of the piano and running my fingertip over the rim. he drops his head in a giggle.

"you're something else."

"insult?" I clarify.

"definitely a compliment."

"I like compliments."

"well, I wasn't lying before. you look really beautiful in that dress."

"the murder dress?" I glance down at it to hide the absolute wideness of my eyes at his words. he's completely flustering me and I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. he said I look beautiful. not "pretty," not "great"-- beautiful.

"yes, the murder dress." he gets a little pink in his cheeks, and that makes me want to explode on the spot.

"well, say goodbye to it because I'm gonna go change back into my plebeian clothes," I stand from the piano bench. "it's past my bedtime."

Matthew looks up at me with an unreadable expression and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. I hate leaving him. "do you wanna come with me? like-- walk with me?"

"sure." he nods, stands, and follows behind. I can feel his presence like a delightful reminder of the emotions surging in my stomach. we wind through the crowd of party-goers until we end up back in the dressing room, away from the party. it's quiet.

Matthew walks in with me, carrying our drinks in his hand, and he's about to stroll back out so I can change when I touch his arm. the door shuts automatically behind him.

"wait," I swallow quickly. "can you unzip me?"

"oh." Matthew looks at me, then at the glasses in his arms, then at the vanity. he sets them down and comes back quickly, his frame behind me while his fingertips locate the little piece at the top of my gown. my breath hitches in my throat when he brushes over my spine by accident, one nail dragging accidentally against my skin as the fabric slowly gives way. I don't know if he hears it-- it's nearly imperceptible-- but he definitely hesitates once he reaches the place where my back starts to curve into my ass. he pauses, doesn't breathe until he reaches the end of the zipper.

"there you go." he mutters. his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and he clears his throat as he steps away. I know he's going to back out. he's going to back out of the room and wait for me to slip into nothing and I know, somehow, that he's going to be thinking about how I look in here with my clothes off. he's going to wish he stayed.

and I'm going to wish he'd done more than stayed.

before I can lose my nerve and allow the moment to be swallowed up by practicality, I shrug the straps of the dress down my shoulders and let gravity take over. it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I can sense him behind me; he's silent for a moment.

"Matthew." I say, the name sitting on my tongue like a sugar cube. perfectly formed, slowly dissolving.

"y-yeah?" he stutters for the first time since I've met him.

"are you looking at my ass right now?" I ask, still turned around. the way he's frozen in place tells me that I'm right.

"yeah." he admits.

"you can touch it, if you want." I murmur softly. part of me doesn't think this is real, the way each sentence leaves my throat like it's been pre-planned. truly, I don't understand how my brain is moving so quickly.

"are you... sure?" he's hesitant, but even I can taste the longing.

"yes."

his hand smooths over my butt, softly at first like he's still not believing his own eyes, before moving back to grab it. he squeezes the flesh, and a low exhale from him tells me that he's excited.

"do you want more?" my voice barely carries. my head is almost foggy from how good it is to have his grip on my body, even in such a simple way. I can feel myself getting wet.

"how much more?" his lips brush over my shoulder and I get goosebumps. my mouth opens and closes for a moment, searching for the right words.

"however much you want."

it's flint and steel, the way he sparks. the air literally leaves my lungs when Matthew grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. my lips part as I peer up at him, at the lust that now darkens those hazel eyes and the way he holds mine. his touch is certain. he pulls our bodies together, tilts my chin up to kiss me.

it's passionate, strong, the kind of kiss that causes me to lean back a bit just to receive the full force of his desire. but I return the affection easily, moaning into his mouth. I've never been held the way that Matthew holds me. like I'm made of sugar glass, like he wants desperately to feel the soft give of my skin and make a home of me.

the heat between our bodies is almost overwhelming, and I sigh when he subtly pushes our hips together. his erection is against my stomach.

"fuck." I mutter when I pull away for air. Matthew doesn't stop his perfect movements, though, tugging my earlobe between his teeth and starting to leave love bites up my skin and over my shoulder. he chuckles against my throat. I shiver.

"you alright, little girl?" he asks.

"just--" I let out a moan at the sensation of his fingers exploring my bare waist. he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. "just surprised."

"about?" he slides the straps down my shoulders and looks me in the eye. the lack of physical contact makes me whine.

"that you want me."

"how is that surprising?" he smiles, using one index finger to guide me to look at him.

"you don't seem like it."

Matthew raises his eyebrows as if I'm a crazy person. truly dumbstruck. "what?"

"you-- well, I don't know." I frown, but Matthew takes my hand and moves it over his torso until my palm is resting over the considerable bulge in his pants.

"is this enough proof?"

I struggle for words, sputtering. "yeah-- yeah, it is."

he bucks into my hand a little and I bite my lip, eyes moving up to meet his. something passes between us that I don't fully understand, but feel in my bones. I have never, in my life, wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Matthew to fuck me right now. my jaw clenches.

"I need you." I tell him like this is the most relevant piece of information that will ever pass between us. he smirks.

"yeah?"

"mhmm."

"then lean against the wall and let me give you what you deserve." he orders. for a second, I try to think through what he means. then I look behind me at the open space and back up, him following me closely. his hands move up to cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples as he kisses my lips. the coolness against my back causes me to gasp, and he swallows the sound with his tongue before moving down my body.

he's torturously slow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while he shrugs off his suit jacket. he switches to my other peak, one hand splayed over my stomach, and then proceeds southward with his lips. his kisses are delicate, open-mouthed, as they find their way to the waistband of my panties.

he hooks his fingers in them and looks up at me.

"can I eat you out, baby?" he asks. I bite my lip.

"please." like a beg.

"oh, you're polite tonight." he smirks, tugging the garment down my legs and discarding it somewhere in the room. I don't respond, and he doesn't seem to need me to, because he pushes one leg up for better access to my pussy. "let's see if it lasts."

my back curves off of the wall involuntarily when he holds the flat of his tongue against my clit suddenly, trying to roll my hips against his face. my fingers tangle in his hair, one leg resting over his shoulder.

he starts to flick at my clit. I lose grasp of my own language.

"Matthew, that feels so good, I--"

he attaches himself to my bundle of nerves, seemingly turned on by the sounds I'm making for him. he groans as he laps at the wetness between my legs, dipping into my folds and sucking the soul out of me. I whine and use his curls as leverage to gain more friction. he peers up at me.

"needy little girl." he mumbles against my pussy. I shove him back into me.

"make me cum, then." I beg. I can practically feel the devilish smirk on his face as he devours me like he'll never get enough. every twist and lick of his tongue is sending me to new places. I'm panting, chest heaving, while I grab my own tits and buck into his mouth.

he moans. my orgasm hits me like a wave, causing me to nearly thrash with pleasure as I cry out.

"Matthew, keep going, fuck yes!" I feel tears prick the back of my eyes, the culmination almost too much to bear as we hold contact. he stares into my fucking soul as he eats me out, and I want to stay like this forever. it's hard to support myself with my legs going weak, but I love it. the sensations are otherworldly. it's only when I'm about to collapse that I push his face away from me.

"I love your pussy." he tells me, licking his lips as he sets my legs down. I grin and let my head fall back against the wall.

"thanks."

"come here, princess." he takes hold of my hips and guides me over to the mirror, turning me so that he's standing behind my frame. the pet name causes me to smile.

"what?" I reference our reflection. he stares at me, reaching around to squeeze my tits.

"I wanna fuck you in the mirror." such a vulgar thing, said so beautifully. he kisses my cheek. "if that's okay with you."

"I don't care what position we do as long as you're fucking me." I breathe honestly. he chuckles and draws me towards him so his clothed boner is against my ass. I reach behind and work the button on his pants. he undoes the ones on his shirt. we're silent, him watching my naked body move like he's trying to memorize every detail.

when he's finally stripped, he lets me stroke his cock for a couple moments before pushing my upper back forward so I'm holding onto the sides of the mirror. I see him biting his lip as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"you ready?" he checks. I nod and he smiles at me once. pushing in, the smile melts into a jaw-dropped haze, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Y/N..."

"it's so big." I try to breathe. he's so deep, I grip the mirror until my knuckles turn white. he's going to snap my body in two with the angle of his cock, filling me easily.

"tight little thing." he grunts as he holds himself inside. I can only watch in shock as I try to adjust to the sheer feeling of him. Matthew runs his hands over my sides, my ass, touching whatever he can. "how's that?"

I start to wiggle my hips and he groans at the feeling of my walls desperately swallowing him up. "Matthew, I need it."

"need what?" he thrusts into me and I have to fight a scream.

"need you."

"fuck... yes." he hisses out, sliding into me. "you're so wet I don't even need to try."

I bite my lip to withhold my sounds and he stares me in the eyes in the mirror as he starts to fuck me harder, building a pace with his hips. he growls a little if he hits certain angles, getting ruthless.

"so many times when I wanted to be inside you, princess..." he trails off. I start to play with my clit with one hand, using the other to stabilize myself with the mirror. the idea turns me on.

"when?"

"whenever you have attitude," he pants. "tonight, in that innocent fucking dress. making me wanna pound you like a little slut."

I make a high-pitched sound at the shudder of pleasure that jolts through my stomach at his words, wanting more. I've never heard him talk this way before.

"Matthew, shit--" I rub myself in circles, caught between watching his face and watching the way his hips slam into mine.

"you're begging to be fucked, you know that?"

"am I?" I smile sweetly in the mirror. we're in our own world, locked in a fantasy that I never want to leave. I can feel him in every corner of my body, sinking beneath my skin. he digs his nails into my ass.

"mhmm." he hums. I can feel the familiar weight in my stomach that indicates how close I'm getting. a knot that screams to be undone by his perfect length. I would do anything for more of this. I can taste everything good in the world on my tongue.

"I'm so close." I whine.

"I can tell," he studies my face in the mirror. "so pretty when you're breaking."

"oh--" I feel my thighs tense and my body pulses, the euphoria almost overwhelming. we move steadily, rhythmically, and he pushes my climax to new levels. "faster." I cry.

Matthew is quick to respond, gripping me closer while he plows into me like he's never going to have my body again. the sound of it is filthy, perfect, a mess. he groans at the sensation of my cunt pulsating around his cock.

"cum for me, princess." he moans, losing himself in the embrace of my core. the foggy stare in his eyes is like drowning in the ocean. I sink below, not caring at all about the consequences of him inside me. fuck working together; I need him. "where should I cum?"

"in me." I groan.

"beg." he commands easily, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could pretend to fight it, to give a little attitude, but I don't want to. I love begging for him.

"fill me up, Matthew. please." each word punctuated by the breathlessness of my voice. he gets even more ferocious with me, beating up my pussy until I'm sure he's going to leave me sore.

"right there, right there," he gasps, hitting the same spot that makes me go cross-eyed. "such a good little slut."

his cum shoots into me, deep and warm and erotically twisted, and I nearly collapse. it feels weird, but so good at the same time. full. he groans out my name and withdraws, quick to grab my shoulders and hold me up as I almost fall. I hadn't realized that most of my body weight was supported purely by his thrusts.

"whoa." he lets out a tired laugh, gentle in his touch. I'm heaving air into my lungs.

"sorry." I apologize, my body unstable.

"are you okay?" he seems genuinely concerned and I nod.

"yeah, I'm fine. just a little overwhelmed."

"here," he scoops me into his arms and brings me over to the old love seat in the dressing room, laying his jacket down before putting me on top of it. "can I get you something?"

"Sprite." I gesture to the glass on the vanity, and he smiles as he goes to get it. I gulp down whatever remains of it. "thanks."

"of course." he keeps glancing at my face and the red marks on my hips where he was clutching me like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."

"what?" I set the cup down. "don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that."

"no, I meant--" he laughs, but then he sees my playful expression and realizes that I'm genuinely alright. I think my legs were asleep.

"you're a saint." I tell him. he frowns and shakes his head bashfully. I'm already getting up and collecting my clothes. "or maybe what we just did prevents you from reaching sainthood. I don't know."

he places his hand on my lower back, kisses my forehead tenderly.

"seriously. you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine," I assure him. "but I would be better with a milkshake."

Matthew breaks into a slow grin, staring at me like I've done something miraculous.

"how are you so perfect?"

[austinbutlerr]

omg austin is literally glowing! his skin is so flawless and his hair looks so soft. it also looks shorter? he’s so beautiful 😍

Yeah, and since it's summer it's in full blonde mode :D I think it is shorter, he recently went to his hairdresser, we got pics from his visit :))

[rilakiwii]

- you as nct's makeup artist

part 1; nct dream version

(never posted anything on tumblr before, please be kind lol)

- - - - ——— jaemin

꒰ really enjoys getting his makeup done

꒰ but mostly for the fact that he can rest peacefully during that

꒰ I seriously feel like this bub would start being sleepy

꒰ the best 'asmr' for him

꒰ 'can you please add some foundation on my left cheek?'

'and you ask for it cuz you need more coverage or more tapping?'

'...no comment'

꒰ he may even fall asleep if he's very tired

꒰ makeup session for him is simply a moment of relax

꒰ and a way to chill out before his next activity

꒰ you two just silently vibe y'know

- - - - ——— mark

꒰ your best hype man

꒰ would encourage you to try new looks on him all the time

꒰ lots of 'waah' and 'ooh'

꒰ my confident king would have nothing against trying new things

꒰ he probably would encourage you to try something more 'crazier' on him from time to time

꒰ 'can we add some red, shiny gems?!'

'i- what?'

'can we please?'

'...yeah, sure haha'

꒰ big fan of glitter!

꒰ cuz it shines just like he does

꒰ you two are just living your best life in the 'makeup world'

- - - - ——— renjun

꒰ asks loTs of questions

꒰ he's super curious about your job and details of it

꒰ 'omg, what's that and how does it work?'

'oh, it's just this special eyelash curler'

'awesooome!'

꒰ probably messing up your whole station by moving your stuff around

꒰ probably does his own searching in free time

꒰ and then brings you photos that he found so you can do something similar for him

꒰ pretty excited to try new things

꒰ but also appreciates classics

- - - - ——— haechan

꒰ sO playful

꒰ like, you would try to do something that requires precision and he would move just to mess with you

꒰ fan of using fun colors

꒰ 'can we use green or purple?'

'a whAt?!'

꒰ colors like this aren't really stage ones

꒰ but you'd definitely do some creative makeup for him in free time

꒰ lowkey would probably break a thing or two-

꒰ but who wouldn't forgive such a sweetheart?

꒰ also, he would probably buy you new ones so don't worry

- - - - ——— jeno

꒰ kind of careful

꒰ doesn't want you to give him too 'hardcore' makeup

꒰ maybeee from time to time would go for something more risky/extravagant

꒰ probably more into skincare then makeup

꒰ 'gotta make the base flawless before adding makeup' type of person

꒰ doesn't have much to worry about (like, did you see this man's skin?!)

꒰ likes the feeling of the brush

꒰ it's so soft and fluffy!

꒰ also works as a perfect wand for joking around with the rest of dreamies-

- - - - ——— jisung

꒰ very shy when it comes to compliments

꒰ 'ahh this eyeshadow looks so good on you'

'nah, stop... really?'

'of course!'

꒰ wants to ask questions but isn't confident enough

꒰ uses most if not all the makeup/skincare you recommend to him

꒰ after getting to know you better, more open to giving and receiving compliments

꒰ always leaves positive comments about your work

꒰ and probably gives good feedback later on

꒰ 'I don't really like this mascara; it made my eyes feel kinda, heavy? I don't know, I just don't really want to use it again please'

꒰ and, of course, you fulfill his wishes BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT

- - - - ——— chenle

꒰ headache creator!!!

꒰ tries to talk to you all the time even if he literally can't

꒰ like, hun? please let them put your lip glosses in peace

꒰ 'steals' and hides your makeup around the room

꒰ definitely laughs at your confused face

꒰ him + haechan getting their makeup done at the same times is lowkey like a nightmare

꒰ despite all the teasing, he cares about you and all the other staff a lot

꒰ shares his snacks as well

꒰ you make him wash his hands immediately after tho because you are scared he might mess up his makeup-

lots of love, rosie ♡

[shingia]

omg, i loved your “HQ BOYS REASSURING THEIR S/O ABOUT THEIR ACNE” headcanons!!

i have the same issue, so would it be alright to request the same headcanons with kuroo, daichi, and oikawa?

✗ HQ BOYS REASSURING THEIR S/O ABOUT THEIR ACNE ✗

ooh i’m glad you liked it !! here’s for you, sorry it took me so long to post this <\3 (i definitely did not write this after spending an entire day wearing a cardigan just to cover my shoulders. nope :0)

-> kuroo, daichi, oikawa | just pure fluff/comfort <3

pt.1

— KUROO

• king of self love right here, especially when it comes to you

• kuroo loves so many things about you, acne is honestly the least of his concerns. well, it’s not even a concern actually

• he’s a practical man, and acne is nothing more than clogged follicles so he’s really good at putting things into perspective

• because follicles won’t make him take his hands off of you! acne or not, he’ll keep his arm around your shoulders when you’re out together, just like he’ll keep on cuddling with you every night

• i mean- he’s the kind of boyfriend that would kiss you 24/7 if it was socially acceptable, so he’s obviously not going to waste any opportunity to be as close to you as he possibly can

• shoulder massages are also very frequent. and he loves to see that you’re comfortable enough to let him touch your bare skin

• that being said, he won’t pressure you if you’re not. he knows that the loving your imperfections takes time, and he’ll find other ways to keep on being his clingy self around you anyways

— DAICHI

• he masters words of affirmation to per-fec-tion

• but that doesn’t mean he’s 100% confident in his abilities to make you feel less self-conscious. so yes, daichi will follow body positivity accounts on instagram just to try and learn more about what to say and what not to say

• he’s also very transparent about his own insecurities, and helping him feel better about them is a good way to learn how to love yours

• obviously he knows he can’t make your insecurities vanish in a day, but he’s dedicated, no matter how long it’ll take

• he’ll keep on reminding you that « you’re beautiful » every morning when you’ve just opened your eyes, and nothing would make him happier than to see you gradually become more confident

• he won’t blame you for being bothered by your acne tho, he’s mature enough to understand that it’s a normal reaction

• but he’s doing his best to let you know that it’s not something that will make him less in love with you (and boy is he in love)

— OIKAWA

• pictures, pictures, pictures! and not only mirror selfies, he’s ready to have actual photoshoots just to let you see how beautiful you are

• you’re his lockscreen, homescreen, the framed picture on his bedside... it’s like looking at you recharges his batteries

• and he praises you so much that his compliments inevitably start to rub off on your own perception of yourself

• oikawa absolutely hates to know that you might ever feel the need to cover your body because of the gaze of others

• which is why he’ll encourage you to buy that tank top, buy that cute summer dress or that short-sleeved t-shirt, because he knows you’ll look good in it

• and if you have a skincare routine, then he has a skincare routine too. and he takes it very seriously

• that’s why he’ll try to make an effort not to touch your face too much (or any others acne-prone part of your body)

• but he will leave little kisses here and there because he just can’t help it. especially on your cheeks, he’s a sucker for these

• this man would give everything for you to see yourself the way he sees you : flawless in the most literal sense of the term

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