#slap slap help ricky

[ratedfleur]

nsfw links | kpop idols

kpop idols x male and fem reader genre ౨ৎ explicit

🎀: jiwoong, hao, hanbin, ricky, and gyuvin of zb1, chaewon, yunjin, and kazuha of lsfrm, hanni and minji of nwjns, mina of twice, rosé and lisa of blackpink, karina and ningning of aespa, mingi of ateez, and taeyong of nct.

[link] - most of the time, jiwoong likes to act a little mean just to hear those sweet whimpers of yours, hand quickly slapping your thigh as you whimper before he leans in and slurps your juices up.

[link] - sometimes, hao’s sweet invitations of joining him in the bathtub leads to something else, always dirtying up the water even further rather than getting all clean.

[link] - you knew that hanbin had a breeding kink but you never knew it was that serious when he started muttering words about impregnating you.

[link] - ricky knew he could show his true colors around you hence why he was never afraid of asking you for things especially in the bedroom, even if it might sound a little embarrassing to ask for especially if it was about helping him cum.

[link] - although you both know that gyuvin is taller than you, he likes to prove his point by comparing how you look beside him, unclothed in front of the mirror.

[link] - whenever hanni’s around, you always try to play the nice card not unless you want a brat trailing behind you asking you to do stuff to her.

[link] - you know how hanni doesn’t like to talk about so you once forced it out of her, leading it to having hanni on your lap, touching her until she’s content.

[link] - getting to fuck minji meant that you needed to pleasure her in places where she wanted to be touched, she always was a talker when it came to telling you to fuck her properly.

[link] - always experimenting with you, you and minji found out what the best positions are that would fit both yours and her needs and that meant riding the latter before switching positions ever so often.

[link] - mina had always been adventurous, even to the extent of touching herself in her car but somehow this all led to you fucking her in her car, letting the woman fuck herself on you with the thrill of people seeing you two.

[link] - cunnilingus was something that mina was always into, always looking forward to having you in between her legs or you in between hers.

[link] - whenever you and rosé fucked, you knew even by her little movements when she was about to cum, especially when her toes start curling as she moans out your name.

[link] - sex with rosé was interesting because all the woman wanted to do was be a good girl for you even if she was slowly getting hurt with the way you pushed her on her knees.

[link] - you knew how desperate lisa became after always having phone sex with her hence why she nearly bent over in an instant, practically begging you to fuck her.

[link] - somehow, you and lisa always find yourselves scissoring each other when you met after a long period of time of not seeing each other.

[link] - karina knew that you’d let her do things her way when she knelt down in front of you, bobbing her head up and down while formulating a plan to execute next.

[link] - karina just wants you to feel good so she touches you and pleasures you in all ways possible, may it be through her fingers or her mouth.

[link] - always acting mean around ningning, she knew exactly which actions to pull to get you to tie her up and fuck her until she starts sobbing for you to fuck her harder.

[link] - sex with ningning meant experimenting with touches, positions, and even words that you both spewed at each other when you get close towards the other, muttering sweet nothings or degrading words.

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[link] -mingi is so obsessed with your cunt and slips his fingers in any time he gets the chance.

[link] - you come home from work to find taeyong pleasuring himself with your pillow and you decide to help him out.

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[kisses4reid]

convenient pt.4 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

pt. 3 (you cannot read this without prior reading)

summary - you don’t need help with your biology anymore, you need help understanding the chemistry that seems to be growing between you and spencer.

warnings - jealousy, dickhead guy, unwanted flirting, awkward spencer, mentions of getting run over and pouring rain, studying.

genre - college!fem!reader x earlyseasons!spencer, fluff, angst if you squint, jealousy trope

a/n - i hope you all enjoy this part. comment or put in a req to be added to the convenience taglist, if you’ve already asked and i haven’t mentioned you please message orso i can make sure you’re on my list for the next part! love you all 🫶

sat in a plush office chair, in a cool room, in a comfortable dress shirt, surrounded by the people he trusted most, spencer couldn’t seem to live in the moment.

now that’s not something you would suggest to the man when he’s sat in front of multiple gruesome photos and case files, usually he would be 100% focused, no bullshit, no wandering thoughts.

but suddenly he felt light, airy, like these cases were just another day and he would be confident either way. it wasn’t completely untrue, but it was odd. everyone else seemed to notice.

“spencer, are you okay?” aaron hotchner startled the man with his stern and concerned voice, everyone looking up at spencer as a natural reaction. spencer looked around the table, noticing a growing grin between garcia and morgan.

hotch continued, “if you need to sit this one out, by all means.”

spencer shook his head and adjusted his posture, picking up a profile to skim over. there was a small giggle from garcia that brought the attention of aaron.

“what’s going on?”

“reid’s distracted because of a certain someone…” morgan replied, biting the end of his ballpoint pen. garcia slapped his shoulder.

“don’t tease him, meanies. keep going, hotch.”

they were right. he was distracted and felt far away most of the time. he wanted to go somewhere comfortable, like a convenience store with a pretty employee to talk to.

ricky, a handsome guy a few years older than you, was annoying logan with questions he could’ve answered himself. he tagged along with logan to your weekend study session at a small cafe not far from the college. the tall man was mostly agreeable, except for his apparent obsession with straight black coffee. he had had two cups of it already.

“so, y/n. what do you study? wait don’t tell me. nursing, because you seem to be healing my broken heart. psychology, because you’re making me crazy? or is it music, because your voice is like a song?” he leaned forward from across the table, disregarding the punch in the shoulder from logan. you only glared and returned to your expensive textbooks, leaving your drink to turn cold in its abandonment.

“don’t try anything, ricky. she’s basically taken.” she warned with a smirk. you lifted your gaze and rolled your eyes,

“you’re nonsensical. you’ve had too much coffee,” you stop filling out a questionnaire, “he’s not even that… he’s… ugh, i don’t know.” you place your pen down and stretch in the stiff wooden chair.

ricky laughs, clapping his hands together, “okay so you totally have a crush on a guy.”

“i do not.”

“i guess i’ll back off with my advances, unlessss, you truly don’t have a crush on your lover boy?”

“i do not- but still please back off, you’re gross.”

logan and ricky shared a glance and went back to their work silently. like they knew something you didn’t. your brain had turned stuffy, you need to get some air, you needed to get away from the truth.

garcia and morgan appeared so suddenly spencer thought turbulence had pushed them into their seats in front of him. his gaze snapped from the airplane wing to their two giddy faces and immediately knew what this conversation was going to be about. it only made him a little bit uncomfortable, these types of conversations. girls, flirting, being happy around someone he doesn’t work with, it was all unfamiliar. it seemed he chose the best people to talk about it to though; garcia had given him a little too much information about his crush from her unwanted snooping, and in the process morgan was also given all of this information.

“yes, okay, i told derek all about your girl but i couldn’t help it! he’s very persuasive!” garcia pouted. spencer thinned his lips and nodded, expecting a surge of conversation but he was only met with silence. morgan and garcia shared a glance.

“look, spencer. we’re only doing this to distract ourselves from the case we just closed, and to help you. if you don’t want help, if you think this… thing, will die out, then tell us. but, if you do want some adviceee…” morgan spoke smoothly, quiet enough to avoid attention from anyone else.

when spencer stayed silent, thinking about how he could never use you as a distraction, morgan whispered, “if nothings happening, you gotta light the match.”

you were standing on an uneven step ladder when the doorbell rang with 10 minutes to closing. you rolled your eyes, thinking you’d have to stay even later because of this customer. but your demise quickly turned to calmness, a little bit of panic, when spencer appeared in the entry way.

you nearly fell off the ladder, dropping the pile of juice boxes in your hands onto the floor. you cursed under your breath, watching from above as spencer picked them up for you.

“thank you.”

there was no need for formalities anymore, it was like you had known each other forever. spencer was silent again, it was becoming his thing.

you clear your throat, “i changed my medication.”

he glanced at you, brown eyes observing your tired expression. he came here unconsciously. he had already had some take out, he didn’t need any coffee, and his fruit bowl was stocked to the brim. spencer walked to this convenience store, the result of the action being evident through the pain in his feet.

the phone in your back pocket caught spencer’s attention, before he promptly looked elsewhere to avoid looking like a creep.

“good, im glad.”

are we really back to this? was one awkward conversation all we needed to go back to strangers?

you stepped down, “no more bruises.”

spencer placed his fingers delicately on his healed cheek, holding back a smile that you actually remembered that.

he asked, “who’s texting you so much?” without much thought. he didn’t think about how it sounded, like he was protective or worried, or what it implied. he didn’t even have your number, why should he be so upset?

“oh it’s just logan and ricky.” you replied simply, folding up the ladder and glancing at the clock placed above the register desk, “are you getting anything?”

because it didn’t seem weird if he came here for you instead of his groceries.

“like your brother, ricky?”

there was a small match burning in his stomach at the sound of those names. he felt like taking your phone and snooping until he reached the end, until his fingers hurt. spencer felt like asking intrusive questions, before he bit his lips to stop himself.

you made notice of his hands fiddling in his pant pockets, rolling your eyes. that made his tongue slip.

“how many guys do you know?”

you looked at him with surprise, walking over to the register, “you think i’m a whore?”

spencer’s heart skipped a beat, “no not at all, i just- i didn’t word that right.”

you shook your head and laughed quietly, starting to count the change sat on your swivel chair. something was off. the street was empty. “did you walk here, spencer?”

spencer’s breath hitched. oh god, were the only words circling in his brain. when you used his name, it was different. this was weird, he needed to get out of there.

you looked so effortless. he looked so anxious.

“yeah. i did.”

you nod, “okay, you can help me lock up then.” you pass him a set of keys for the window covers, and add, “you can walk me home, to make up for the other day.”

spencer nods with a small smile and begins locking up.

you lead the way out of the store and around the corner to a set of traffic lights. the streets are silent and misty, but neither of you felt the need to jay walk in an attempt to speed up this process of awkward walking.

spencer watches you from his advantage point. at how you bite the inside on your lips, how you look at the concrete pathway.

“what’s wrong?” you don’t react, instead push the pedestrian button and sigh.

“it’s monday, spencer. you were going to ‘retry’, ‘be better’? i’m not 100% sure what you meant by that, but you said that right after you told me you were going to ask me out so.”

spencer gulps and nods, hands going back to their safe space in his pockets. “yeah, i said that. but i’m going to have to delay that again. this isn’t really,” he motioned towards the weeds, litter, and flickering street lights with his eyes, and you nod with a smirk.

“romantic?”

“romantic.”

you smile at each other, and for a second he’s utterly entranced before a wave of wind and tires pass him. before a soft hand is hard on his upper arm. his eyes trailed the car, heart beating nearly as hard as it does when he looks at you.

“jesus, are you okay?” you asked worried, and when he nods with a simple stare accompanying it, you look away.

light a match.

you hand leaves him quicker than it got there.

in front of your apartment building, you notice logan’s window alight behind white curtains, and turn to face spencer.

“thank you for walking me home. i would invite you in but it’s 1:20am and i don’t really… know you.”

spencer furrows his eyebrows slightly, looking at you expectantly. your faces turns cold, slightly sorrowful.

“spencer, i don’t know you. i know things about you but i don’t actually know you.” you yawn, wiping a hand over your eyes, “maybe i’m just tired and overworked and…” logan’s voice echoes through your head as you look over the tall, tired and handsome man in front of you, “if you’re not going to ask me out first i’m going to ask you out. so, make a decision.”

it felt wrong being so stubborn and solid with him, but with school and family stress you truly didn’t need any unknown feelings to topple on as well.

spencer was taken aback. he didn’t know one couple where the girl asked out the guy, he didn’t know someone could like him that badly. he didn’t know what to say.

“goodnight, spencer. i’ll see you.”

you turned and pushed on the pull door, before pulling on it. heart thumping in your ears, you slowly held a hand over your mouth, impressed with yourself.

but you lied, you weren’t going to ask him out. you have no idea how to ask someone out.

the convenience store wasn’t so lonely tonight.

logan was arguing with ricky over his choice in deodorant almost louder than the terrible radio music playing throughout the store.

the beating of rain was creating a calming background to this chaos, as well as keeping customers away. all but one, of course.

spencer had an excuse, he was supposed to bring food for the team tomorrow, and this was the closest store. totally. but as he stood under the cover of the stores overhead steel, he felt another match being burnt in the bottom of his stomach.

a tall and toned man with bright blonde hair was leaning over your register and talking to you, making you smile and laugh. your arms were crossed, you were leaned away and you avoided eye contact, but spencer didn’t see any of these signs as the waves of jealousy drowned him.

spencer looked out onto the street. he had no right to feel that way, this was his own fault. he felt even weirder and out of place than he usually felt.

the doorbell rang and your fake smile turned real. logan watched from the toilet spray section and smirked when she recognised the purple-sweater adorned man. ricky stopped his flirting and turned to meet spencer’s eyes, they sized each other up. the blonde man smiled and looked back at your much happier face, “so this is lover boy?”

you smacked his arm hard, receiving a squeal in return. “what? no. ricky this is spencer, spencer this is ricky.”

spencer gulped and ignored the stranger and you. he went for the fruits section. ricky glanced at your confused face, “i might be a threat.”

“in your dreams.” you rolled your eyes and pushed his elbow off your desk. logan approached the counter with a basket full and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. you noticed ricky’s change in expression when looking at her and held back a smile.

“you didn’t get anything for me?” he asked, voice teasing. logan took out a block of mint chocolate and threw it at him, which he caught perfectly with a smirk on his face.

“what’s wrong with lover boy?”

you glare at her, deciding avoiding that nickname was out of the picture. your shoulders slump as you begin scanning her items while making sure spencer wasn’t in earshot. “i mentioned you two, and then he went weird.”

“i mean, if i liked a girl and she told me about two guys- sorry, two people with guy names- i’d be pretty jealous,” ricky inputted.

“is that all? some jealousy got to his head?” logan pressed.

you seriously doubted he would be jealous over that, he seemed smarter than that. he was smarter than that.

logan paid and left, literally dragging ricky behind her, as he waved and winked at you through the windows.

the store was eerily quiet, the only noise coming from the thunderstorm brewing outside. it felt uncanny and uncomfortable. you needed someone’s cologne to wade through or something.

turning while shaking your head, you grabbed out some posters taller than you and turned to have the life scared out of you.

“jesus! i thought i told you to walk louder.”

his groceries were perfectly in line to be scanned, a small smile appearing before promptly vanishing. spencer avoided your eyes, a beating all he could hear.

“he’s your…”

you sighed, disappointed spencer even thought that dumb blonde was someone to you, “acquaintance.” you finished his sentence. “i’ve known him for two days and he a flirtatious dick. everyone named ricky is a dick.”

he pulls out his slim wallet to hand you a $20 bill, fingers skimming each other. one glance.

spencer nods and nearly leaves before you stop him, “can you help me?”

spencer is on the top of the ladder outside, barely staying dry underneath the steel overhead cover with the top corners of a food poster in his hands. you tip toe to give him a piece of double sided tape. the laminated photos wave in the wind, spencer sticks his tongue out in concentration and you smile at the innocent act. leaning against the wall, quickly glancing inside to make sure nobody wanted to check out, you begin talking.

“thank you for doing this, i totally would’ve fallen and died if it weren’t for you. what can i do to repay you?”

spencer thought for a moment, looking down at you, “nothing. you don’t have to do anything. just keep talking.”

so you did, because you didn’t know if you’d see him again after tonight.

PART 5

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[sserasin]

Ricky with breeding kink = Perfection

cw breeding kink, overstimulation

ricky brainrot… he knows its not logical. you’re both far too young for a kid, he’s just staring his career. it’d ruin everything. but he can’t stop thinking about you full and round with his kid, your guys kid. and with that comes his favorite thing ever, coming inside you.

your strangled gasp is covered up by ricky’s groaning, skin slapping against each other as he quickens his pace. “you gonna be a good girl and t-take it?” he stutters, head thrown back before he opens his eyes and makes eye contact with your teary ones. “you want me to come in you, huh? want me to fill you up with my come so you can get pregnant with my kid? make you a mommy?”

a whine leaves your mouth as his pace never relents, hand reaching in between you two to slap at your clit before lightly caressing it, “well?”

“yes, yes, yes!” you wail out of breath, eyes squeezing shut, tears escaping down your cheeks. “please give i-it to me! come in me, give me a b-baby, please, please please.” your words sound more like meaningless babbles now.

ricky grunts, “i can’t wait to see your bump, baby. you’ll look so gorgeous, carrying around my kid.” his free hand rests on your stomach, feeling the bulge in your stomach from his cock. “oh, look at that baby,” he chuckles breathlessly as every rigid vein on his cock drags against your walls.

looking down, you whimper when you see the bump in your stomach and you feel a tightening in the pit of your stomach at the sight, “ricky, i’m-"

“i know, baby,” he assures you, never once relenting on his grip on your hips as he feels his own orgasm build up, “f-fuck. you look so gorgeous. c-cream all over my cock.”

you can only scream out his name as you come, his seed filling you up not even a second after. you feel full to the brim, even when he pulls out of you and watches his cum ooze out of your puffy hole. his mouth drops open in fascination before he can’t help himself and pushes the come back in with his fingers.

you shriek, twitching away from him, “don’t!” your hand grasps at his wrist, trying to tug him away from your sore pussy.

“you want it work, don’t you?” he murmurs, fingers running between your folds before he continues finger fucking his come back into you. “i’m gonna take such good care of you and our baby,

you gasp, body arching up into his touch, “no, no, it’s t-too much!” you shake your head repeatedly but you don’t make him move out of you, “i-i-“

“shh,” ricky murmurs, eyes never leaving your soaking pussy, watching even after your orgasm, your needy hole still clenches around his fingers for more. he smirks, glancing back up, “i don’t think we got it that time, baby. what do you say about round two?”

[rickittys]

i love ur workkk🙏🏽🙏🏽 are u able to do an aftercare headcannon with all the members please? legal line ofc

hi, anon!! i’m sooo glad to hear that, thanku for enjoying my writing!🥺💋

jiwoong immediately moves to cuddle and massage your skin. a gentle chuckle leaves his lips as he squeezes your trembling thighs, unable to resist pinching ur erogenous zones. “was it okay? you need anything, my love?” he’d whisper, playing with your hair, his eyes lovingly looking over your face. “i’ll never tire of being with you like this. or inside you like this…” you whimper as he shifts, his softening cock nudging your spasming walls.

zhang hao would playfully whine alongside you, mimicking your moans and begs from earlier. “wahhh, i worked so hard just now, can’t i get some love?!” he’d pout, smiling at your eyeroll. “fine you big baby,” you’d murmur, leaning down to kiss his forehead, birthmarks, and lips. “but you love this big baby, don’t you?” he’d ask, eyebrows wiggling. you’d let out a laugh, slapping his arm as he pulls you close.

hanbin (ugh!) no matter how long ur fucking had gone on for would put u first afterward. he’s got snacks, heating pads, bottled water, and ur favorite plushies stashed under the bed. “binnie, do u think my stuffies can hear us when ur deep in my guts?” you blink up at ur boyfriend while sipping juice through a straw. his hand rubbing your side froze, his jaw dropping, eyes widening, and cheeks flushing. “babe..!”

matthew takes a second to chug some water-understandable after the marathon you just had. your breathless weak form lay next to him as he turned back towards you and cupped your face. “woah woah babe breathe with me, innnn and outtttt, and look at me…” he’d whisper, gently bringing you back to earth. “yeahhh, there she is. there’s my girl,” he’d grin, pressing his forehead against yours. he’d roll onto his back, pulling your koala clinging body on top as he kisses your shoulder. “let’s sleep in tomorrow, yeah? and maybe have another round…?”

it’s kind of cute how inseparable you and taerae are once you’ve settled down. your chests pressed together, legs still tangled, you panted, gazing at his blushing freckled face. “what the hell happened to you just now?” you exclaimed, watching his eyes squeeze shut and cover his face, cutely flustered. “i don’t know either, angel,” he answered. “but..” he parted his fingers, looking at you through them. “it was good, right? like best fuck of your life?” you smile and nod, cuddling against his neck.

ricky quickly gets busy with leaving kisses and hickeys on your sweaty skin, helping hold your hips up while he his lips pepper along your spine. not that you have the energy for it but he takes it upon himself to gently maneuver your body against him, syrupy sweet praises filling the room as he holds eye contact with you. his face suddenly break into a silly smile, your eyebrow quirking up in question. “i just remembered your face after i flipped you onto your back from doggy and started mating pres-“ he chuckled, your groan interrupting him. “rickyyyyy..!” you squeeze your arms around his shoulders, quite embarrassed and slightly aroused. you gently smile feeling him kiss your head in response.

sweet and loving as ever, gyuvin smooshes his warm skin against yours as he gently kisses ur lips over and over. the sheets are sweaty, ur bodies are sticky, and its kind of a mess. but it’s your cute sexy mess, you thought, gyuvin’s head popping up to look at you as if reading your thoughts. “i don’t think we should get up, like ever again,” he said inquisitively. your jelly-like legs hug him closer as you out a hum of a approval and ruffle his hair. he suddenly turns his head to nibble on your wrist before giving you an adorably toothy grin, playfully biting down your arm as you giggle.

[gothlcsan]

heyy your page is rly interesting!! can i req how zb1 would handle their chubby gf in bed headcannons pleaseee 🙏

headcannons from a chubby girl to you ♡

18+ • SMUT • no gunwook or yujin • minors dni • drabble 𝜗𝜚

warnings: breeding kink (gyuvin wants to get reader pregnant), zb1 loves tits, ass, and tummies (confirmed), mentions of redwings.. sorry i’m so sleepy tags are impossible right now, forgive me

Gyuvin loves, loves, loves tummies. Especially when his large hands sprawl across yours when he’s fucking into you via missionary. Loves the way your breasts bounce and in turn, expose your rolls and tummy all for him to kiss and hold. He can’t help but caress your tummy when he’s eating you out, kissing it after making you cum on his tongue because GOD HE LOVES TUMMIES, YOUR TUMMY! Has a definite breeding kink and will place his hand against it asking if he can get you pregnant.. And if I say that he prefers chubbier partners because he is so into tummies..

Jiwoong begs you to ride him, reassuring you that you’re not too “fat” or “heavy” for him to handle. He will leave beautifully pressed bruises against your love handles as he guides your pace, his lips shaking as he spews on how good you feel wrapped around his cock. Jiwoong likes to surprise you by lifting his hips, showing you that your weight will never bother him or change the fact he’s going to make you cry and go dumb around his cock, kissing you feverishly in between praises. Prefers when you face him so he can see your boobs bounce in his face because he loves the stretch marks that run around them.

Ricky is quieter about his love of your chubbiness but his actions speak louder. He loves to dress you up in fitting clothing that compliments your breasts, plush thighs, your ass, and god his fixation on how your tummy isn’t flat underneath the pretty black fabric.. insanity. He takes his time undressing you, kissing each inch of your skin, his fingers squeezing your thick thighs. He’s such an ass man. Ricky kissing your back rolls as he fucks you in doggy because the way your ass loudly slaps agaisnt his thighs makes his head spin. He also loves eating you from the back because he’s able to have your ass bounce on his face which makes him nearly cum untouched. You never have to worry about Ricky not showing you how much he loves both you and your body, Ricky making it very evident touching you constantly and calling you “pretty” under his breath as he leaves kisses.

Zhanghao loves having you strip in front of him. He will leave suggestive touches across your skin, you hovering over his lap until he makes you sit on him. He doesn’t waste time, pushing your breasts together in his hands loving the way they spill over his fingers. Calls you beautiful when you wrap them around his cock giving him a boob job. Loves to grab your ass in public, the way his hand can’t even begin to grasp all of it makes him shiver, if he could take you there he would. He’s so reassuring that if you ever questioned your worth, he’d plant kisses all over your body and tell you witty jokes to make you forget that you were ever insecure around him. He’s a happy boyfriend who loves you deeply and of course your boobs.. he can’t get enough of them > <

Matthew refuses to let you be sad when you watch tiktoks of girls having their boyfriends pick them up and positioned around their neck via their legs. He is consistently in the gym and that man is more than happy to ensure you feel like you weigh absolutely nothing. His manhandling kink (and your strength kink) shine through as he uses just the slightest bit of his strength to pin you down and breed you full!!!! He’s also an ass man, loving the way it jiggles and the way his hands aren’t able to hold all of it, kneading it as he makes you sit on his face, bumping your clit against his nose.

Taerae loves pussy so much, needs to have his head between your thighs constantly because “it makes him happy.” He gets annoyed when you hold yourself back in fear that you’ll crush him with your thighs, Taerae growling into your pussy as he holds your plush thighs in place firmly wrapped around his head. He loves when you rub yourself against his face, drenching him in your arousal. So vocal about how much he loves your thighs and pretty pussy. Also a firm believer that Taerae has a mission on receiving his red wings. Doesn’t care that you have a fat pussy, will happily eat you out and help relieve cramps.

Hanbin is the literal greenest flag a person could possibly be. He’s genuinely obsessed with you and making sure you never feel unloved. Has an obsession with stretch marks, trailing them with kisses saying they look so beautiful. Puts you in skirts because he loves having easy access to fuck into you because you’re so pretty and seeing you in binkis make it hard for him to not get hard. :( Constantly praising you during sex, kissing your tummy, leaving kisses down your throat and hidden by your rolls. He genuinely loves you so much and loves your love handles, scolds you when you belittle yourself because that’s HIS girlfriend you’re being mean to. Self indulgent but he is definitely the type to call you a “goddess” while eating you out because he loves the way you taste.

In conclusion, these men know that fuller features come with curves and “imperfections” that cause insecurities and will do their best to ensure you always feel loved both physically and emotionally.

[lovexjoe]

In Love With A Stripper Part 3

warning: drugs, violence, language

The hurt and confusion that took over her. Why is this necklace here!? Why! She felt so fucking stupid, the fact that she was actually starting to feel something again. She closes the duffel bag and throws it aside. She was not even going to touch that money. She doesn’t need his help. She doesn’t need him. He is dead to her. She only knew him for a fucking DAY!  Be fucking real with yourself Xiomara. 

The weekend went by rather quickly. She spent some of the money on Ricky to take him out and buy him some new toys. Spoiling her kid doesn’t count if he deserves every last bit of it. He’s been playing with the same toys that she was gifted from her baby shower which wasn’t much. Now those old toys are in a bag to be given to a shelter along with a couple new ones she purchased. 

The money was convenient as much as she didn’t want to use it, she really needed it.  She looked at herself in the mirror one last time as she gets herself ready for her day job. Andres mom: Grace was already at her doorstep, ready to watch Ricky when her smile immediately fades away when she sees the necklace. 

“Mi amor donde encontraste esto?!” (My love, where did you find this?) She looks at the necklace then up at her. 

“I-I found it in some of his old things” she tried her best to sound convincing. 

“Xiomara…por favor ten cuidado.” (Please be careful) She cups her face with tears brimming her eyes. Xiomara has become a daughter to her, she may not express it much but it would break her heart if she lost her to her son’s wrong doings. She simply nods her head, holding back her own tears. 

She kisses Ricky goodbye and they did their handshake. Two slaps on the back of the hand then a fist bump. She gave Grace a big hug and let her know that everything will be okay. The weather was a bit breezy today so the walk to the school wasn’t as brutal as it normally was. She drops the box of toys off to the shelter on the way; the front desk lady thanking her as the kids there really did not have anything. Making a note to herself to bring some more when she could. 

As she got closer to the school, she felt like someone was watching her. She starts to hurry her steps, her heart started to beat quickly. Was it the necklace? Before she could even react, someone grabs her into the alley way, covering her mouth. The familiar scent causing her not to scream, but she couldn’t help the tears that were falling. 

“Why are you crying? Miss me that much?” He wipes her tears but Xiomara pushes him away. 

“Stay away from me!” She tries to walk away but he pulls her back, pushing her against the alleyway wall. Xiomara wanted nothing more than to feel his lips but she couldn’t process the betrayal. 

“Talk to me…what’s wrong?” This wasn’t what he wanted. He’d do anything to turn everything back the way it was. Her pouty face still looked so fucking beautiful. She was on his mind this entire weekend. Her scent still in his sheets. God he wanted more than anything to make her his that night, but he refused to rush it. She pulls out the cross necklace and he froze. 

“Why the fuck was this inside the duffle bag?! Did you kill him?!” He looked hurt that she would just assume he killed him. Is he that much of a monster to her? How could he even explain that this pains him just as much as it pains her? He didn’t realize she was the girl Andres talked about until last night. He hasn’t gotten over his death. He watched it happen. 

“No, I didn’t kill him….just let me explain later. I promise to tell you everything.” She looks at him not knowing to agree or not. He could be lying. What if he kills her to hide his tracks? The look in his eyes says otherwise. 

“No….just just leave me alone. I don’t ever want to see you again!” She storms off and he lets her because regardless of how she wants it to go they were going to talk. 

Xiomara didn’t give a fuck what he had to say. There was nothing that could change the outcome. She may have questions but her gut already gave her the answers. Armando knew he was gonna get her to talk to him, so whatever she had to say right now didn’t matter. Xiomara went about her day, staying at the school past sundown because she needed to catch up on grading the kids papers. Who knew 1st grade had so much work? She gave Grace a call and let her know that there’s money in an envelope for her and that she’ll probably be out the rest of the night. The walk from here to the strip club isn’t horrendous plus she had clothes in her locker to change into. Throughout the day her mind kept flicking back and forth about whether she was being too stubborn about listening to Armando. Shaking her head, she pushes the thought away and starts to put her papers away.  He’s not a good person no matter how sweet he was. The school was quite eerie with no kids and the darkness that engulfed the night. All she could hear was her steps and breathing. 

She started to feel uneasy, as if she was being watched again. She clung onto the cross necklace hoping his presence was still here to protect her. As she left the school grounds and kept walking the roads were more empty than usual. Her anxiety started to kick in. A black car pulls up next to her , she pauses for a moment than proceeds to run. Not knowing if she could take anymore, her steps start to slow down but another black car pulls in front of her. Men filed out in black mask, she can’t even fight anymore.  

She was grabbed against her will and her mouth was covered with a white cloth that was submerged in a substance. Her body instant gave out and her vision went black. Hearing a few mumbles before she was out cold. Her mind was in and out of sleep. She was placed in someone’s arms. The scent giving her comfort so she held it close, snuggling her head into whatever it was. 

“It’ll wear off in 15 mins. She’s not hurt but goddamn she’s a runner.” A deep voice spoke to receive a chuckle. 

“Yeah…that’s my girl.” Xio felt something soft touch her forehead and she was out again trying her hardest to wake but sleep over took her body. 

She woke up with a horrendous headache, groaning as she opens her eyes taking in the scenery. She was in a decent sized warehouse that clearly someone was living out of. She forces herself to get up, but is unable to. The drugs clearly still in her system. She looks around and notices the little picture frames of Polaroids around and she realizes this was Armando because the background was a prison. 

She couldn’t imagine what his childhood was like or how he even recovers. 

“Good morning mami.” He teases coming into her view with a pill and water. She got fanny flutters from the way he said mami even though she was livid. 

“Kidnapping me cause I don’t want to speak to you is actually insane! You do know I have to work tonight ?!” Armando rolls his eyes at the thought of her on a pole again. It wasn’t happening. 

“You’re not stepping foot in that club again Xio.” He says sternly then motions for her to take the pill and water. 

“I just got drugged and you want to take a pill?! Go fuck yourself!” He just stands there with his jaw clenched waiting for her to take the pill. In reality he can stand there all night he was just as stubborn as she was. 

“If you try any funny shit I will shove my heel into your neck.” She snatches the pill and water. He bites his lip trying to contain a laugh. He knew this wasn’t a laughing matter but she’s making it hard by putting on this tough front. The warehouse was his hideout away from home. It was decorated with a bed and a couch and random art pieces that he found along the way. 

“Xio….just hear me out fully okay? Andres was working with me before you guys left the states and came here. He was a close friend of mine, w-we were basically brothers. Never asked each other too much information, we knew the basics and that’s it. Andres was undercover the entire time….” He pauses knowing the rest of the story is going to break his heart all over again. 

“They found out that he was undercover, I tried to save him Xio I really tried” He starts to tear up. 

“They made me watch them kill him….” The flashbacks coming back to him as he watched one of the cartels put a bullet through his head. Xiomara couldn’t believe what she heard and felt a bit guilty for thinking he did it. Armando at any point could have done it himself but even with Andres being undercover he wanted to save him. 

“I-I’m sorry Xio. I kept the necklace cause it’s all I had left of his.” He wipes his eyes, sniffing as he allowed himself to cry enough. Andres is already gone there is nothing else they can do. He held her close and they both stayed like this for a few just comforting each other. She realizes she had to get going. She pulls back from him as she goes to grab her purse. He pulls her in close, wanting nothing more than to feel their lips touch. She can’t explain it, but he lights a fire inside her she didn’t know existed. 

“Armando I have to go to work-“ 

“Shhh you’re not working there anymore. Whatever you want or need I will provide for you”   His lips starts to kiss on her jawline and she felt so weak. 

“P-please I need you….Armando I want you!” Xiomara begs as he starts to suck on her neck. That’s all he needed to hear because now he wasn’t gonna hold back.

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[xuhuihuis]

ricky has been such a tease these days like he be like ia for days and come back w biceps and abs hnggg just want him to prank like moaning other guy's name while we're fucking he'd be pissed off *evil laugh*

"What was that, baby?" Ricky held onto your hips tighter as he stopped thrusting inside of you. His eyebrows were furrowed with confusion as you moaned out another man's name that wasn't his. The anger ran through his veins as he saw the smile on your face as you reached your goal of pissing him off.

Your attitude changed when you saw how mad he was at you for pulling your little prank. Laying there trying to pull him in closer but nothing was making him crack. You couldn't help but cry as he pulled out of you to flip you both over, so he was laying on his back letting you ride him.

"Come on then. If you think I can't please you, do it yourself" He snapped at you before laying back on the headboard watching as you struggled. This was much different from how he was fucking you before, his cock reaching new spots inside of you. Ricky smirked to himself as he slapped your ass forcing you to start moving. It was so humiliating but you loved it, having to prove yourself to him like this.

As you started to move, you held onto his shoulders trying to stable yourself but nothing was working. Ricky did love the feeling of you nails digging into his skin leaving a slight burn. Your bare breasts bounced in his face which made it so hard to him to resist you as it was still a punishment after all.

"It's t-too much" You started to babble as you rocked against his cock trying to make yourself feel good but nothing was working. Ricky never took his eyes off of you the whole time, watching you suffer as you will never achieve the same pleasure without him being the one giving it to you.

"See, you were made for me, princes. no one else can make you feel like I do"

[spirit-jello]

ZB1's kinks

Forgive me for I have sinned- probably gonna do it again though ngl. Was inspired by another post where they did top three kinks! Go follow them: @melobin

Kim Jiwoong→ Ddlg(Not literally) kink. He absolutely loves pampering you and taking care of you, and when you’re having sex he makes sure you’re comfy and having a good time being fucked dumb. But when you’re bad, he does the traditional daddy discipline- spanking. God does he love spanking you. He adores seeing his hand print on your ass.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now? Or does daddy need to spank your little clit too?”

ZhangHao→ Dacryphilia kink. There’s two ways this could happen, either dom Hao or sub Hao, there cannot be in between😭. Dom Hao loves seeing you cry, whether it’s from his words or his cock fucking into your tight pussy with no mercy. Just imagine you humping him naked while he’s fully clothed begging for his touch.

“Aw~ is my slut getting worked up already? I told you, you have to get off yourself before you can get my cock. Unless you want me to punish you? I’ll even let you choose; edging or overstimulation.”

Sub Hao, though, cries at the littlest things. Just you giving kitten licks to his tip makes him whimper. You love teasing him, palming him through his boxers as he bites his lip trying not to cry, but tears start to spring to his eyes as you suck him off. Then he starts whining and lets out sobs as you refuse to give him a break after he already came. Guess you have no room for mercy either.

Hanbin→ Edging kink. Goes both ways, but either way he’s the dom. He’s obsessed with ruining your release, hearing you beg for him. He isn’t going to budge until you’re wrecked, almost in tears from frustration. Only then does he fuck you roughly and give you permission.

“So good to me hm~? Ok baby, cum.” 

Right after he gives you the go ahead, you release on his cock.

But he also edges himself in a way; as he’s putting all his focus on you, he holds off on touching himself no matter how hard he is. But it just makes it all the more satisfying when he feels his cock pushing into your pussy.

Matthew→ Muscle/Size kink.  He loves you no matter what body type you have, but either way he works out often to be able to pick you up easily, fucking you hard all the while holding you up. He absolutely adores your flushed face when he shows off his muscles, relishing the way you look at his abs as he takes off his shirt. 

“Like what you see baby?”

He would tease you, but you both know he enjoys it just as much. 

Taerae→ Humiliation kink. Now he doesn’t do it on purpose, but for some reason he always has an urge to give you hickies where it’s clearly visible, right before you two go out somewhere. Not to mention he loves slapping your ass in public, teasing you nonstop.

“Are you needy, cutie~? Do you need my help?” 

He would say embarrassing(sexual) things about you to his friends, knowing how you secretly like it as well. Not just public but verbal humiliation as well. Believe it or not, he adores your flushed face as he degrades you.

“Such a messy slut hm? Imagine the others seeing you like this; a cockhungry whore.”

But don’t be fooled, as he always apologizes profusely afterwards; he never thought of treating you that way before, til you brought it up to him. At first he wasn’t sure he’d be into it, but quickly learned he liked it a bit too much. 

Ricky-> Bondage. He fucking loves having you blindfolded and tied up just for him. He'll find even the stupidest excuses to 'punish you'.

"Baby~ You know I hate when you disobey.. It hurts me just as much as it hurts you."

Thats a fucking lie; you both know he absolutely loves having you tied up all pretty like a present, having a vibrator on your clit and nipples on the highest setting.

"Acting so good for me; too bad you disobeyed my rules."

After edging or overstimulating you multiple times, only then does he fuck you hard as a reward. And of course the aftercare is always him overly pampering you.

Gyuvin→ Fuckin Sadist. Whether he means to or not, the man tends to mix pain with pleasure. When it’s on purpose, he loves to spank you, both on the ass and pussy. Loves using nipple clamps on you, or bonus- you got nipple piercings as a surprise, him liking it way more than you thought he would, which was already a lot. 

“All for me baby? Fuck~ you’re just begging for me to ruin you.”

When it’s unintentional, it’s usually because he grips your hips leaving bruises, or continuing to fuck you hard after you’ve already had three orgasms. And yet, he doesn’t notice because he’s like a dumb puppy, needy for his girlfriend nonstop.

“Haah~ So fucking good~ Fuck yes-”

Either way though, you get a good fucking, even though sometimes you may pass out. Best aftercare ever though.

Hope you enjoyed horny Zerose~

[emsprovisions]

I know I am being greedy here but,

3. I can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, TK

8. being ur partner's mum's favorite.

from romance prompt please.

From this list of writing prompts that I am no longer accepting. Hello anon! Someone else has also asked for no. 3 so I will answer theirs :)

being ur partner's mum's favorite.

Carlos sits on the couch, his ankle crossed over his opposite knee and a beer in his hand as he watches his husband playing firefighter with action figures and a toy fire engine with their young sobrinos on the floor. They keep pausing because they want to hear TK’s stories from his firefighter days, since apparently–according to Six-and-eight-year-old Diego and Juliana–paramedics aren’t as cool. They giggle as TK keeps playfully correcting their terminology of the ladder truck and exactly how many inches of line they should start and Carlos’s heart just swells. 

“Ay, TK?” Carlos’s mom pops her head in from the backdoor, “Are you in here, mijo?”

“What do you need, Ma?” Carlos sits up, uncrossing his legs and making to get up.

“Oh, no, you stay right there, Carlitos. I need TK’s expertise.”

“It’s fine, babe, I could do with stretching my legs anyway,” TK smiles up at Carlos. He gets up, much to Diego and Juliana’s dismay, and promises he’ll be back. He purposely walks around the couch so he can pass Carlos, stooping to kiss the top of his head as he does so. 

After TK disappears, Carlos is left alone with his sobrinos, and they coax him into playing firefighter with him instead. But Tío TK does it better than Tío Carlos, evidently. 

When TK’s been gone for too long, and Carlos’s brother-in-law wanders in to check on his kids, Carlos stands up. 

“Have you seen TK?” He asks Ricardo as he approaches. 

“He’s out on the back porch,” Ricardo says, almost bitterly. “With your mom, and Tía Lucy, and my wife.”

“Uh, thanks,” Carlos says, looking at Ricky apprehensively before excusing himself in search of his husband. 

TK’s got a glass of sweet tea in his hand, slapping his knee, while Ana clings to his arm, gasping for breath. 

“No way!” She laughs. “Tonterías! That did not happen.”

“It did,” TK nods. “I swear it on my mother’s grave.”

TK looks up as the screen door swings shut and sees Carlos step out before anyone else. 

“Hey, baby!” TK calls. “Come join us.”

Carlos lingers by the door, watching TK fit in with his family so seamlessly. They’ve been married for nearly a year now, but sometimes it still surprises him that he has this. He not only gets to be himself, he gets to be himself around his family, and they are all enamored with TK, too. 

TK’s smiling at him, patting the empty seat beside him and Carlos smiles and slides onto the long bench beside his husband, an arm going around his shoulder and TK’s hand falling into place on top of his knee. 

“What did I interrupt?” Carlos asks. 

“Oh, I was just telling everyone about that call we got the other day, where the neighbors were having a domestic dispute and one of them threw pickle juice all over my patient and it turned out she’s allergic to pickles,” TK grins, catching Carlos up on the story. “Ana here doesn’t believe that we get calls as ridiculous as that all the time.”

“That’s because that’s impossible!” Ana scoffs. “Who’s allergic to pickles??”

“My patient, evidently,” TK smirks at her. 

Carlos laughs, “There’s a lot of stupid people in this world, Ana. You would not believe the absurdity of some of the calls I used to get under APD.”

“Babe, you get ridiculous cases now too,” TK reminds him. 

“Cuéntanos más de tus historias, TK.”

TK smiles warmly at Tía Lucy over in her blue adirondack chair in the deck before looking up to Carlos for help. 

“Tía wants to hear more of your stories,” Carlos tells him, looking up at his great aunt and the delight on her face. She can’t speak English, but she can mostly understand it, and joy and humor are universal languages anyways. 

TK launches into more funny stories from different calls before Ricardo comes outside with a screaming Diego, and it’s time for Ana to go home. 

Andrea takes TK inside and Carlos is tasked with helping Tía Lucy inside and to her chair in her room. 

“You have a sweet young man, Carlitos,” she tells him in Spanish. “Muy guapo y divertido.”

It’s not the first time she’s commented on TK. Honestly, Tía Lucy always fawns over Carlos’s husband to the point Carlos wonders if she doesn’t have some schoolgirl type crush on him. Carlos has no idea how TK charms everyone that comes into his orbit, he’s just happy he’s the lucky guy TK vowed forever with. 

“I think so too, Tía,” Carlos responds in Spanish, winking at her. 

They chat for a while longer before Tía Lucy says she’s tired. Carlos kisses her cheek and wishes her a goodnight. He wanders back out into the main room to find TK and his mom chatting in hushed voices on the couch. TK has his hand on Andrea’s arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her skin. She pulls him into a tight hug, then kisses his cheek and whispers something into his ear.

Carlos watches the scene unfold, feeling a little bad for interrupting. But before he can duck into the kitchen unnoticed, his mom catches sight of him. 

“Oh, Carlitos!” She pulls away from TK and wipes delicately at the skin beneath her eyes. 

“Hi, Mamá. Everything okay?” Carlos asks, coming nearer to them.

“We’re okay,” TK reassures. His eyes are a bit shiny too. He reaches out for Carlos’s hand and Carlos comes close enough to give it to him.

Neither of them offer up any hint of what their conversation was about, but Andrea stands up and gives Carlos a warm and tight hug. And even though he’s almost twice her size, he still folds easily into his mother’s arms. 

It’s not until they’re in the car, driving down the 35, the darkness of the night stretching all around them and Carlos’s hand extended over the console on TK’s thigh, does Carlos find the bravery to ask what that was about.

TK plays with Carlos’s fingers with both hands and says in a quiet voice, “She was talking to me about being a Ranger’s spouse…”

Carlos glances over at TK. It’s hard to get a read on him as they pass through swathes of light from oncoming headlights and the rare street light. 

“Oh?”

TK shakes his head, “You’ve been in law enforcement the entire time we’ve been together, baby, it’s not like her advice was anything I haven’t already worried about before.”

“What did she say?” Carlos asks, his anxiety spiking and suddenly wishing he’d saved this conversation for home so he could see TK better. 

TK’s fingers keep brushing over his knuckles. “She just wanted me to know you could be in danger sometimes, which again, isn’t really new. But she also wanted me to know if I ever need to talk to someone about what I’ll go through as your husband, I could talk to her.”

Carlos glances over again, softening a bit at his mom offering that to TK. “What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s nice.” Carlos can hear the smile in TK’s voice. “I love your mom, and I love that she would want to be there to help me support you.”

“Buuut…?”

“No but’s,” TK says, shaking his head. “She says we’re a strong couple, and sees how much we love each other. She thinks we can handle anything.”

“She’s not the only one,” Carlos smiles, squeezing TK’s thigh. 

“No,” TK smiles. “She’s not the only one. She told me the best thing I can do for you is love you, and remind you you’re never alone in life, and remind you to take care of yourself and put work away when you’re home.” 

Carlos turns his palm up and TK gives him his hand, lacing their fingers together. He takes it a step further by cradling Carlos’s arm and tilting sideways to lean against Carlos’s bicep. 

“You do a good job of making sure I’m taken care of, baby,” Carlos says softly as he takes their exit for home. 

“You’re worth it,” TK says simply, turning his face to kiss Carlos’s shoulder. 

“You know my family’s enamored with you, right?” Carlos smiles.

TK laughs and teases, “Are you jealous Tía Lucy dotes on me now more than you?”

“No,” Carlos says, his voice light. “I love seeing you with our family. It makes me happy.”

TK snuggles up against Carlos’s arm even more in the passenger seat and Carlos tells him he better not fall asleep when they’re five minutes from home. He feels TK’s smile against his arm, and fondness for his husband impossibly grows. 

TK sure does know how to steal a Reyes’s heart.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Rocky with a touch starved reader tho ?? Like imagine how happily he’d introduce them to cuddling and just physical affection in general, and he’d be so patient as well 😭

A/n: Can't change my mind, Rocky would be the sweetest.

Rocky remembered the first time he tried to hug you, that hard slap to the face will always be a reminder for him as he had to go to Ivy for help since she was your closest friend.

He was confused at first, really couldn't wrap his mind around it but he wouldn't complain of course because he loves you, you were so sweet....minus the fact that you didn't like being touched.

He started things off slow, a brush of his hand to your shoulder. You then started to accept his touch by leaning into him, your hand brushing his as you two walked the streets.

You had gotten the point where you finally felt safe enough to rest your head against his chest. Ricky couldn't have been happier. He held you close, his head nuzzling against yours.

Opening on of your eyes, you glanced up at Ricky that had fallen asleep. You were grateful for someone like him. You knew most would not be as patient as he was, he did everything he could to make you feel comfortable.

Eyes softening, you shifted your body to place a kiss to his cheek as he slept, the young cat shifting his body as he tightened his hold for a moment until he fell back asleep.

"Thank you...Rocky."

[infectiouspiss]

OMG PSA FOR THE ENTIR FANDOM STOP BUTTFUCKIN ME STOP SHOVEN STUFF UP MY ASS IM JUST TRYIN TO HELP YALL DD IS IN SHAMBLES YALL THINK KOBRA KID IS BRITSH YALL WANNA FUCK A BUG GUY YALL FORGOT THE GIRL IVE SEEN SOME SHIT I KNOW HOW FANDOMS WORK IM JUST TRYIN TO GET YAL BACK ON YOUR FEET NOW THAT MCRS ON BREAK ITS PERFCT TIME BCUZ WHEN THEY COM BEACK EVERYNES JUST GONNA BE TALKIN BOUTMCR SO I THOUGHT HEY WHT DONT WE HAVE A WORLDWIDE DD BLAST ON JULY 26 UNLESS MCR DOES SOMEYHIN BEFORE THEN BUT WHATEVEER YALL WANNA JUST KEEP BUTTFUCKIN ME N ACCUSIN ME OF STUFF< LIKE NO I DIDNT SY YOU CANT HAVE OCS I SAID THERE NAMES ARRE TOO LONG GET IT RUGHT, IM FED UP FUCK ALL YALL -Ricky Bobby

so lemme make sure i've got this right, you personally dislike how other people enjoy this fandom, and so have decided to set us a bunch of rules, and are upset when we don't want to follow your rules? is that correct?

you're throwing a tantrum in peoples inboxes because you're not getting your way and are being laughed at for your ridiculous demands, anyone from any fandom would laugh at such insane rules being slapped on us by someone too cowardly to show their face.

you have no power here, the allure of the killjoys fandom is the freedom to do whatever you want, demanding people stop that is rude and disrespectful. your tantrums and insistence that you're "helping" only prove that you know this is fruitless and you are hoping behaving like a toddler will make us obey you.

you need to grow up and realise that you are not the only person in the killjoys fandom, and that this fandom is built on creativity and passion, not rules and demands. hopefully you will look back and realise this was immature and a dick move, you can't control others and the more you try and do so, the more it'll be resisted.

also me and my boy british kobra kid are gonna team up with naruto (full killjoy name naruto jones the ballsack blaster 9000) and have a big orgy with dr steve death defying tommy chow mein the phoenix witch "that clown guy" vaya and korse. fuck you.

[cookienha]

☆ simple things ¦ zb1 and the small things in life (pt. 2)

¦ ot9!zb1 x gn!reader, fluff

¦ warnings: established relationships, pet names, mentions of food

¦ a/n: -

pt. 1 (hyung line)

shen ricky !!

☆ The satisfaction of completing a jigsaw puzzle, piece by piece, creating a satisfying picture

The soft hum of a cozy afternoon filled the room as we sat huddled around a jigsaw puzzle spread across the coffee table. The scattered pieces portrayed a daunting landscape of colors and shapes, challenging us to piece together the fragmented image. Ricky leaned in, his eyes focused on the scattered pieces infront of him.

"This is.. hard," he remarked with a grin, picking up a piece and examining it closely. I chuckled at his reaction, realizing the complexity of our chosen puzzle. "Well, they did say it was expert level. We're up for the challenge, right?" The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on our shared endeavor.

With determined expressions, we delved into the task, our fingertips navigating through the sea of pieces, working side by side. After what felt like both moments and hours, the last piece found it's place, completing the intricate puzzle.

A shared sense of accomplishment washed over us as we sat back, marveling at the vibrant picture now whole before us. Ricky grinned, a sparkle in his eyes, a smug expression on his face. He crossed his arms, "Look at that. Teamwork at its finest." I couldn't help but smile, feeling a subtle connection that extended beyond the puzzle.

"When you find the right pieces, it all just comes beautifully — just like us,"

kim gyuvin !!

☆ The crackling sound of a bonfire and the warmth it brings on a cool evening

The crackling sound of the bonfire echoed through the still night as Gyuvin and I cozied up on a blanket under a canopy of stars. The warmth from the flames danced around us, creating a cocoon of comfort against the cool evening breeze. Gyuvin's laughter mingled with the flickering firelight, and I couldn't help but feel a profound connection in the simplicity of the moment. We shared stories, our voices blending with the symphony of crackling wood, as the fragrant smoke spiraled upward into the night. His gaze met mine, and there was an unspoken understanding beneath the warmth of the fire. "You know," Gyuvin said, his tone soft, "this moment feels like the crackling bonfire — inviting and comforting." I nodded, captivated by the flames mirroring the sparks between us. "It's like... the warmth of the fire is a reflection of what we have, something steady and reassuring." He continues.

"I like it." I say, and we both let out a chuckle. Gyuvin reached for a stick, poking at the embers. "It's like these flames, you know? Each one unique, but together they create something beautiful." As the night unfolded, our conversation deepened, fueled by the bonfire's glow and the shared warmth that wrapped around us. The crackling embers mirrored the laughter, whispers, and shared dreams exchanged between us.

"I wouldn't trade this for anything." He says, intertwining his hands with mine as I scooted closer to him.

"Not even Eumppappa?"

We both giggled, "I'll reconsider."

park gunwook !!

☆ Freshly baked cookies straight from the oven

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the kitchen, enticing both my senses and Gunwook's. As the sweet scent wafted through the air, we found ourselves drawn to the source of the delightful fragrance. Gunwook peered into the oven with anticipation, his eyes lighting up as he caught a glimpse of golden-brown cookies.

He jokingly took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of freshly baked cookies. "Ah, I think I just found my new favorite cologne — Eau de Chocolate Chip," Gunwook teased, a playful glint in his eyes as I giggled at his antics. With oven mitts in hand, I carefully retrieved the warm cookies, placing them onto the kitchen counter.

I playfully slapped Gunwook's hand away when he reached for a cookie, the warmth still radiating from the freshly baked batch. "Hold on there, hotshot. These cookies are literally hot." He feigned an injured look, cradling his hand as if wounded. "I was just testing their warmth level, you know? Quality control." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Let them cool for a moment, we don't want any casualties in the name of impatience." Despite the theatrics, Gunwook grinned and leaned back, patiently awaiting the cookies' cooldown.

After a few minutes of eager anticipation, the cookies had cooled enough for a safe taste test. I picked up a cookie, its surface still slightly warm, and took a bite.

The chocolate chips were gooey, and the edges had the perfect hint of crispiness. The perfect blend of sweetness enveloped my senses, and I glanced at Gunwook who was awaiting my reaction, holding his cookie with a mischievous smile. "Moment of truth," he declared, taking a dramatic bite. The sheer delight on his face mirrored my own, and we exchanged satisfied looks. "Hot cookies and good company — can't beat that," He said as we both took another bite, silently savouring the combination of flavors and the comforting warmth.

"These cookies are like a little taste of happiness."

"You're my little happiness," He replied without missing a beat, and I couldn't help but to chuckle, playfully hitting his shoulders.

han yujin !!

☆ Discovering an old playlist, filled with forgotten favourite songs, and relieving its magic

Yujin offered to help me tackle the seemingly insurmountable task of cleaning my room, armed with determination and a playful grin. As we sifted through old papers, clothes, and memories, the room transformed from chaos to order, thanks to his infectious energy. We were in the middle of organizing the boxes under the bed when Yujin's hands brushed against a mysterious box, catching his attention. Curiosity sparked, he pulled it out, and a small smile played on his lips. "What do we have here?" Yujin wondered aloud, his eyes lighting up. As he opened the box, it revealed a collection of relics from our past. Among faded concert tickets and polaroids, a cassette tape emerged, its label bearing our names and a date from ages ago. "Hey, look at what I found," he exclaimed, smiling gleefully while holding it up. "Didn't we make this together?" Memories flooded back as we dusted off an old cassette player. The familiar hum of the machine and the first notes of a song transported us to a different time, Yujin's eyes instantly lit up with recognition.

With a big smile displayed on his face, he stood up and skipped over to where I was standing, taking my hand and pulled me to the middle of the room.

"Cleaning can wait." He declared, twirling me around.

The room suddenly transformed into a dance floor as we swayed to the familiar tunes, not caring about the half-organized chaos around us. Just us in our own world.

[prkwook]

MUSE 🎨 shen ricky

☆ pairing: artist bf!ricky x gn!reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ wc: ~ 0.9k

☆ summary: ricky finds a muse in a stranger that would eventually become his one true love

☆ warnings: use of petnames (love, babe, hot stuff), y/n is called beautiful by ricky

☆ note: based on a req i got recently asking for artist ricky & of course i had to bc who doesn't love artist ricky?

"the gracious muse who tuned my soul to pure harmonies, i became fond of her, and, as it often seemed to me, she of me." - ludwig van beethoven

Being a musician, you always heard talk about having a muse but you never expected to be someone’s. You certainly had found your own in your longtime boyfriend, Ricky. When you love someone as much as you loved him, creating art with them in mind becomes second-nature. Little did you know that he felt the same way about you long before you met.

“Hey y/n, do you mind if we stop by my studio on the way home? I forgot my paint brushes there this afternoon and I need them for class tomorrow. It’ll be quick, I promise.” your blond-haired boyfriend says to you as he helps you get your coat on.

“Yeah, of course!” you respond with a smile. You secretly love going to his art studio. You’ve always loved seeing his art, seeing the things he can create with just a pencil, some paint and paintbrush. In the past 3 years you’ve been together, his talent has never ceased to amaze you.

“Thank you, y/n.” he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead. The familiar feeling of butterflies creeps up and makes you blush. In order to distract him from your rosy cheeks, you take hold of his hand and lead him out of the Thai restaurant you were regulars at. 

As always, he walks over with you to the driver side of the car he bought you for your first anniversary and opens the door for you. In an effort to make you laugh, he pretends to climb into the driver seat. He pats the covered passenger seat and without missing a beat, he says “Hop in, hot stuff, let me take you for a ride.” in the most Chad voice ever, finishing off the bit with a wink. You laugh and give him a small slap to the arm. Mission = success! 

Still laughing, you respond with “Okay Max Verstappen… you and what license?” As he climbs out of the car, he says something along the lines of “fair” and then offers you his hand to help you into the seat he had just occupied. Once he’s seated in his passenger princess throne, he queues up your go-to playlist and buckles up. You don’t need any directions since you know the route by heart. You can’t even count how many times you’ve driven these roads, bringing pick-up to his studio so you can keep him company on those inevitable late nights. 

You park in your usual spot and hop out. Just like the gentleman he is, Ricky is already at your side, ready to offer a hand for you to take and as always, you take it and walk with him into the studio. Once you walk in, Ricky departs to go find his missing items with a “I’ll be right back, love.” and you’re left by yourself and his art. Looking around, a sketchbook laying open on his desk catches your eye. At first, you don’t want to look but curiosity gets the best of you and you sneak a glance. It’s a sketch of you sitting on stage with your cello, deeply immersed in the piece you were playing but somehow you still look completely at peace.

You remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the spring talent show and your high school orchestra teacher had signed you up without you knowing. You found out a day after the deadline to drop out, so you were stuck doing it. The day of, your stage fright was so bad that you almost considered just not showing up, but something in the back of your mind told you that you had to go and so you did. When it was your turn, you walked nervously out onto stage with your cello in one hand and your sheet music in the other. Once seated, you looked out into the audience and made eye contact with a red-haired boy. He smiled at you and nodded, as if queuing you up to start. During the song, you would periodically glance over at him and he was always there with a smile and a look of encouragement. That red-haired boy not only turned out to be the boy you now call your boyfriend but also that was the day that you discovered your love for the cello. 

“Hey babe, what is this?” you called out to Ricky, who was now walking back towards you, paintbrushes in hand.

“Oh, this? Nothing, just my old sketchbook from high school. Why?”  

“Look at this. We didn’t even know each other then.” you say with a laugh. 

“I know. I just thought you looked beautiful while playing. And clearly, I like drawing beautiful things.” He gestures to the wall behind him that’s full of sketches and paintings clearly inspired by you. 

“Wait… when did you do this? I’ve never seen this before.”

“It was kind of supposed to be a surprise for your birthday but I forgot so … Surprise!” He sheepishly grins and attempts to do jazz hands.

All you can do is laugh and pull him in. You give him a kiss and look him in the eyes. 

“Thank you, sweet boy. It’s beautiful.”

You realize in this moment that you would give anything to be able to be his muse in every life.

[sserasin]

sleeping with bf!ricky but youre tossing and turning around so much that he cant fall asleep and ykyk and punishes you🥺

cw nsfw under cut, female reader, unprotected sex, bratty reader, orgasm denial

“you know i have a schedule in the morning,” ricky grunts, holding your trembling thighs up to your chest as he slams himself inside you. you bite down on your bottom lip harshly to prevent any noises, narrowing your eyes up at him as your entire body moves with each thrust. “just think this could’ve been avoided if you just set a-aside your pride.”

your head turns away from him stubbornly, cheeks getting hotter as he cups your breast, fingers tweaking at your nipple. you wanted to respond, but you knew the moment you opened your mouth, you’d moan.

he chuckles breathlessly, switching his position on the bed for a better grip, one foot on the ground and his knee on the bed. “such a bratty little girl, all—all you want is just sex, huh? sex sex sex, not a single other fuckin’ thought goes in that head.”

your eyes are brimming with tears from how painful it is not to make any noise or even touch your boyfriend, feeling your core tighten at the new angle. the tip of his cock slams into your soft gummy spot, him groaning as your walls clench around him.

a weak whimper leaves your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he didn’t hear you. but the way he moans right back in your ear tells you he did, whispering, “done being a brat?” his hand came to rest at the base of your neck warningly. “let me hear you.”

the dam breaks and your tears are sliding down your cheeks, sobbing out, “r—ricky, please,” you’re blubbering, and you know it must be unattractive to him during sex, but you can’t help it. “please g—give i—it to me.”

“aw,” he pouts before beginning to slam repeatedly into you, tip of his cock slipping past your cervix and causing you to scream out. “nau—naughty girl, squeezing me so tight.” he grunts, coming first inside of you and allowing his thick seed to seep into your womb.

as usual, his orgasm triggers the beginning of your own. your moans get whiny and high pitched, head thrown back as he pushes down on one of your legs, the burn aching.

“you gon—gonna come?” ricky hums, softening cock slipping out of you right after he finished asking.

you whine at the loss, hand searching for ricky’s to pull him back but he pushes your hand away to rub circles on your clit. “don’t really deserve it, if i’m—i’m being honest,” he’s panting as he speaks, careful eyes trained on your face.

“no, no!” you shriek at just the mention of not coming as your orgasm builds up, familiar heat curling in your stomach. your hips raised up into his hand, palm slapping against your mound. “i—i—”

you start stuttering and he can see it in your face that you’re about to come, he gives you a little bit more before abruptly taking his hands off you completely and backing off the bed.

your legs fall to the ground lifelessly, eyes shooting open to stare at ricky in horror, “what are you doing?” your fingers curl around the sheets. “i d—”

“i know,” ricky pats your head like you’re a child, wiping your tears off your face. “good girls don’t get to come, though, remember?” his brows raise, falling back into bed beside you after pulling his boxers on. “goodnight.” he turns with his back towards you.

you watch him in disbelief, wanting to cry and scream at him all at the same time. but you don’t do that, instead you silently get up with shaky legs and make your way to the bathroom.

ricky smirks to himself as he hears your muffled scream of frustration behind the door.

some girls just need to be reminded of their place.

[slippinninque]

Fontaine vs Usher

Notes: fluff, short n sweet, pouty 'taine, goofy reader, I added a bit more cause this one wouldn't leave me alone lol.

Fontaine video called while you were puttering around your kitchen cleaning up after your snack, your laptop still at the table open and flickering through playlists.

"Ugh, I had the biggest crush on Usher-- I'm glad he's still doing alright .."

"....Fuck him."

You snorted, pausing in wiping down your counter, "Now, 'Taine..."

"Mhmm, I said it...fuck 'em."

"What did he do to you?!"

"It ain't about what Usher did, it's what he does. He come over here an' call himself serendaing-- he'll be finishing that hook up at them pearly gates...."

You crumbled onto the counter, outdone and incredulous at your man. Fontaine's expression was every bit serious aside from the slight lift of his brow.

"You are terrible, Fontaine, you can't be out here taking out the greats!"

Fontaines face was suddenly up against his camera, "Turn me 'round, lemme see him..."

"You acting like he's here!"

"I said turn me, woman!"

Dutifully doing as you were asked, you held him in the direction of your laptop right when Usher took off his shirt, tossing it into the crowd.

"See? Look at 'em.... whore."

You couldn't stop laughing as Fontaine wished the absolute worst on the singer.

"I hope you roll your ankle the next time you slide up to a lady, you audacious bitch. Aight, I'm done."

Sighing as you wiped away tears, you shook your head once he could see you again, "You're terrible, but I'm lucky to have you."

Fontaine huffed, "Let him breathe in your direction, Imma bust his head down to the white meat."

Lost to your giggles, you went and plopped onto the couch as you reassured your the superstar in your life.

-------

The radio played aimlessly as you waited for your food to come up at the drive thru. Fontaine was watching the flow of traffic in front of him, when his ears perked at the music playing.

"Right in front of me?" He matched your surprised stare with his own, unimpressed one.

You floundered for a minute before tucking it behind an saccharine little grin, reaching and turning the radio up a bit louder.

"Its 9:00 on the dot I'm your green car parked on the street/ you got a real pretty pretty lil' thing that's waiting for yooooou..../ You-you pull up, anticipating good love, I won't keep you waiting/ I got plans to put your haa-aands in places you always see, boy you know what I mee-eean..."

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you threw yourself over Fontaine as much as you could, wriggling your brows as he tried to ignore you and your terrible remix.

"Gonna take me to a place nice and quiet/ so there were no one left to interrupt, ain't got to rush, you just wanna take it niiiice and sloooow..."

When you tried to kiss him, he turned his face away making you crack a bit.

"No, I don' want kisses." He said, petulant.

"Don't kiss you? I can't kiss you now?"

Saying nothing, Fontaine shifted away from you as if he was rolling over in bed and stared moodily out the window.

"Here, lemme sing to you some more, that might help-- NOW TEEEEEELLL ME, DO YOU WANNA GET FREEEAKY?"

He jumped at the sudden volume of your voice and you slapped a hand on the center of his back, sliding it every which-way as you babbled through the next few rhymes.

Giving your best show, you unzipped your hoodie and rolled your body in the passenger seat. The ruckus of it all making him turn to face you with surprise.

"What... in the Pretty Ricky is happenin' right now?"

"I'm serenading you! We can be each others Usher--

The window finally spun open and your carry out was provided. Fontaine hurried to grab the bags after handing you the drinks.

"I don't wanna be no damn Usher, girl, you lost yo' mind--can I get some straws, please?"

"They call you F-O-N-T-A-I-N and they need an' E-- now why you laughing like that at me in front of this nice Coney Island lady?"

It wasn't really a question, afterall to get that pout off his face was all you wanted.

Fontaine accepted the straws from the giggling worker and you thanked her before Fontaine pulled off and into the street.

"Yo' lil tail play too much." Fontaine eventually said, shaking his head and putting a hand onto your thigh. He was smiling, though, so at least your show was appreciated.

"Just say the word and I'll play you all the jams. Ooo, y'knowanothergoodone-- I'll be yo' grooupie, babyy, 'cause you are my suuperstah--

"Stop, stop!"

Pausing to cackle for a moment and turn the radio completely off, you went back into show mode much to the mirth of your Fontaine.

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