#so sometimes I’ll remember a blog I like and do this

[thinkabouttheimplications]

I’m a little obsessed with your mass reblogging of time loop posts and i’ve been immensely enjoying reading all of them. if you’re trapped in a time loop and this is a cry for help, blink twice

*blink* *blink*

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[kimtranssexler]

The popular Elvis blogs all utilize such 2010s tumblr humor and mannerisms, which makes me cringe a little but honestly I enjoy seeing it. It’s got such a strong juvenile flavor that it’s kind of subversive in a way.

[tortillamastersblog]

Where Light Bends Wrong | Wednesday Addams

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You’ve kept your secret buried and your power quiet, until Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore and turned your whole world upside down.

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Incessant knocking on my door makes me chuckle softly and put down my pen. “Yes?”

The door creaks open and Enid pops her head in with a blinding smile, revealing her canine teeth. “You busy?”

I shut my notebook and swivel around in my chair, shaking my head. “Not really, just doing some homework. What’s up?”

Taking that as an invitation, she enters the room and jumps onto my bed, buzzing with excitement so strong it makes my hairs stand on edge.

If she were anyone else, I’d ask her to leave because extreme emotions can be overstimulating, but she’s Enid and it’s obvious she has some exciting news to share, so I let her stay.

“I’m getting a roommate!” She dives right in, and I can’t help the way my eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Really? But it’s the middle of the semester.”

She nods excitedly and shuffles so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. “I know, but Weems just told me, said something about an exception, but I wasn’t really listening after the words new and roommate left her mouth.”

It takes everything in me not to playfully roll my eyes at that, so I just smile and shift in my seat, pulling one of my legs under me so I’m sitting on my ankle.

“Okay, so what do you know about her? What kind of outcast is she?”

Enid pulls out her phone and starts writing something down, her thumbs flying over the screen in record time—probably updating her gossip blog as we speak.

“Not much,” she admits, her eyes still trained on her phone. “Just that her name is Wednesday Addams and she’s transferring because she almost killed a normie boy at her old school which— I know, kinda terrifying, but those are just rumors, kind of. And I don’t know what kind of outcast she is.”

Huh. Addams. That name rings a bell. I try to remember where I heard it before, but nothing comes to mind and before I can comment on anything Enid just said, the school bell rings faintly in the main building, signaling the end of my free period.

“I’m glad you’re excited about your new roommate, Enid, but that’s my cue,” I say, making her look up with wide eyes.

“I— Nooo, we have to talk about this! This is exciting you can’t just leave now,” she exclaims, which makes me laugh softly as I get to my feet.

“Unfortunately I have to, but we’ll see each other at dinner and you can tell me all about this Wednesday girl then, okay?”

It’s almost the end of the day, and while Enid is done for the day now because she didn’t have a free period like me just now, I have one more math lesson to go before I’m finally off.

“Fine.” Enid gets up as well and I grab my bag before we make our way out of the room and down the stairs to the main school building.

I have my own room up in one of the east towers because of my powers, and for the most part it’s nice that I have my own space, but it sometimes feels kind of isolating.

No one at school knows what I truly am, and Weems has said time and time again that it’s for the best because it keeps me safe, but I just can’t help but wonder sometimes what it would be like if I didn’t have to hide my powers all the time.

Enid knows about some of my powers like my super hearing, because she noticed how I flinched once when someone dropped a pen in class, but she’s never asked about it or any other detail.

Other students have tried to ask questions before but Weems has been telling me not to say anything ever since I came here, so I usually just brush them off or say I don’t know myself.

That latter part is kind of true because I don’t know the full extent of my powers either, but I do know what I am and that Weems is right. It’s better if no one knows.

“So, I’ll see you at dinner later?” Enid asks once we get to the quad.

I nod, even though I already feel my chest tightening at all the emotions buzzing in the students around us. I can sense them all, and I can hear almost every ruffle of fabric and every stuttered heartbeat when someone talks to their crush, but I can't say no to Enid now. Sometimes I can ignore it all, but for some reason I can't do it today.

Nonetheless, I say, “Yeah, see ya later,” which makes Enid pull me into an enthusiastic hug that almost gives me whiplash before she skips away to join Yoko and some of her friends.

I look after her for a moment longer, shaking my head fondly before straightening my uniform and making sure my necklace is still hidden beneath my shirt. Then I head to class, already dreading the dinner later.

Dinner, as expected, was overwhelming to say the least. By the time I went to the dining hall, the news of a new student arriving tomorrow had already spread, and the chatter was louder than usual. The excitement was like electricity in the air, and it was so overwhelming that I left as soon as I had cleared my plate and Enid had finished rambling about her new roommate.

It turns out she did not know much more than she had already told me, so there was not much to "talk about", as she put it, but that was fine.

Now I am sitting in the courtyard after a restless night of sleep, having breakfast at an empty table in a far corner, away from everyone else.

Usually I have breakfast with Enid and sometimes even Yoko, but whenever Enid is not around, which she is not right now because she is welcoming her new roommate, Yoko is not either. Not because we have a problem with each other, but because we do not have anything in common except Enid.

I continue eating my oat meal in peace, doing my best to zone everyone out by reading, but then Enid’s familiar voice manages to cut through the chatter around me.

“Welcome to the quad.”

I look up to see her standing on the other side of the courtyard, wearing a slightly nervous yet still bubbly smile. It is strange seeing her unnerved, she is usually so carefree, but I don't dwell on it for long because the girl standing next to her deadpans, “It is a pentagon,” in a clipped, monotone voice, which makes my eyes snap to her.

She is short. That is the first thing I notice, but then I take in the rest of her.

She is wearing a long black trench coat, sleek and tailored, with a pristine white collar peeking out from beneath the lapels. Her pale skin is almost luminous against the inky fabric and her dark hair is braided into two neat pigtails that fall over her shoulders. Her bangs are sharp, perfectly framing her face making her look elegant and graceful, but in a dangerous way. Like a sharpened blade sheathed in velvet.

Her eyes sweep across the quad, dark and calculating, and something about the way she looks at everything makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

So that must be Wednesday Addams, I think.

Once again, her last name rings a bell, and I try my best to place it, but it slips through my mind like water through fingers.

Still, I find myself watching her. Not just because she is new but because I cannot quite figure her out.

Usually, when I'm near people I can sense what they are feeling. Loud, humming energy right under the surface. But with Wednesday, it's different. There is emotion there, yes, but it's quieter. Muted. Like it is buried beneath layers of discipline and control. Like whatever is inside her is kept under lock and key.

It's unsettling and yet, I can't look away.

Enid begins giving her a rundown of the school’s social scene, bright and animated as ever, but I barely register the words. My eyes are still on the girl beside her, and when she says, “I am not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés,” in that monotone and measured voice of hers, I can't help but pull a bit of a face.

What has gotten under her skin? Does she always talk like that?

Enid just scoffs lightheartedly and brushes Wednesday off, slowly leading her around the quad while going over all the outcast groups—Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales all included—while Wednesday looks like she would rather be anywhere else.

She walks stiffly, with a rigid spine, and it occurs to me that she is physically just as composed as she seems to be mentally.

I watch them walk around the quad, my oatmeal now completely forgotten as my eyes follow them. My ears easily pick up what Enid is saying, but it is not her voice I am focusing on.

It is Wednesday’s steady heartbeat because it's calm and unmoving, completely unlike the heartbeat of a new student who should be nervous in a brand-new environment.

I am so intrigued that I don't realize I am literally staring until it's too late.

Wednesday’s dark eyes snap to me like she felt my gaze on her, which she probably did, and she falters in her step just momentarily before falling back in line with Enid, who is still babbling on about Xavier and Bianca’s failed relationship. But Wednesday’s eyes stay on me.

Although they seemed to be filled with boredom just a second ago, almost bordering on emotionless, there is now a spark of curiosity in them that I only notice because her muted emotions shift ever so slightly.

Her stare is so intense, though, that after just a split second— even though I am intrigued by her, just as she seems to be with me— I have to avert my eyes.

I stare at my book again, pretending to read, but I am not taking in the words on the page in front of me when I can still hear Wednesday’s heartbeat pounding in my ears and feel her stare on the side of my face.

Luckily, her attention is not on me for much longer, because Enid guides her along until they reenter the school, leaving me and the rest of the other students behind.

I look up tentatively when I am sure they are gone and let out a quiet breath of relief. It might have been the first time I saw Wednesday, but I know that by being caught staring at her instead of avoiding her gaze like everyone else, I have now made myself a person of interest to her.

And she seems like the kind of person who does not shy away from a mystery until she has uncovered the truth.

The mystery in this case being me, of course.

Well, shit...

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Eyyoooo two uploads in one day! Am I on a roll, or what?!

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[rensukepie]

—#. “ride, i understand” —k. r

synopsis : he just wants to show his girl how to ride his thigh to not overwhelm her <3

contains + warnings : smut, thigh riding, fingering but not really (he doesn’t insert his fingers inside), praise + degradation (best duo ever btw!!), size kink lwk, virgin!reader, experienced!kunigami, corruption k!nk, lmk if i need to add more!

a/n : i LOVEEE kunigami he’s literally the reason why i started this blog! also ty anon for suggesting more kuni thigh riding :3

your boyfriend loves how innocent you are.

petting a cat on the sidewalk talking about how cute it is and how you want one of your own? hard immediately. it’s only because you’re so innocent though and the way your little skirt looks while you do your thing just looks too adorable to him!

you’re bending over to grab something you dropped? immediately biting his lip at the sight. he only imagines what’s underneath your lounge shorts based on the underwear that you have that he finds as he does the laundry. maybe it’s his favorite white lace pair with a bow? or maybe it’s the one with little baby pink and white stripes all over it? he’ll never know.

getting all cute and pretty for him before going out on a date together? he’s gonna jerk himself off to the thought of you right after. he feels so bad after he gets these thoughts though. you’re just so innocent, you don’t know what you do to him! sometimes when he kisses your neck or slaps your ass playfully, you let out a cute little whine or giggle at it. he’s so down bad for you it’s almost disgusting.

his friends on his soccer team absolutely clown him in the locker rooms when getting changed. he doesn’t care though. as long as he’s coming home to the most prettiest, sweetest girl he knows, it doesn’t get to him.

so when his soccer practice gets cancelled, you invite him to your place to watch a new movie you found as you were scrolling through.

—2 new messages from “my baby <3”

are you off today rennie :3?

i found this new movie! can we catch it at my place :p miss you sooo much baby pls come overrr :;(

how could he say no to his angel?

— 2 new messages from “rennie ♡”

of course baby

i’ll be there in 10 okay? i missed you too sweets <3

₊˚⊹♡—

he arrives inside of your little apartment, decorated cutely with your favorite color of kitchenware and some sweet treats laying around on the kitchen table.

your room is where it’s mostly decorated, though. stuffed animals laid out on your bed with the softest blanket ever! oh, you’re just too cute!

“do you like it..? m’sorry if it’s too childish…” you say with worry as you start the movie, your head leaning on his shoulder and your hand holding his hand.

gosh, you’re so sweet. just the fact that you apologized for something that doesn’t need fixing really shows him how caring you are towards him.

it makes him rock hard.

“don’t even apologize, sweet girl. if anything, i really like it! it’s cute.” he says softly, a kiss placed right onto your forehead, his hand holding your waist now, noticing that he’s getting more touchy towards you.

“o—oh.. thank you…” you say, lowly.

you suddenly feel his lips placed onto yours, a passionate kiss you both fall into, all thoughts about anything else going away.

“r—rennie…” you whine, his hand fidgeting with the end of your shirt, his hands occasionally rubbing against your skin underneath. “the movie…” you remember.

he acts so oblivious towards his actions.

he clearly knows what he’s doing to you. he knows the effect this is having on you right now, your skin flushed and heart beating at a fast pace is the result of his actions.

“we can watch the movie later… need you so bad right now.. been thinking about this all week.” he says, his words are so sweet, it makes you a teeny bit wet, and it’s all for him and him only.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“ever had a finger in here, sweet girl?” he whispers to your neck with slight kisses. he’s got you seated on his muscular thigh, his fingers rubbing back and fourth on your clothed pussy to give added pleasure.

“n—no… m’sorry! it’s soo embarrassing i know—“ you say, whimpering inside of his neck, both arms wrapped around him as they lean onto his shoulders.

“shh… it’s okay… we don’t have to do that today. how about you ride my thigh? how does that sound, baby? do you want that instead, hm?”

“m—mhm…please..” you say shyly as he takes your little shorts off and you start grinding on his thighs slowly, quiet moans of his name.

“o—ohh…. rennie…mmf!” you whimper, the feeling of your slit getting more obviously wet with each grind back and fourth. “m’so wet for you—mmfhh…”

he thinks you look so adorable right now! he knows it’s too much on his silly girl.

“you’re only riding my thigh, and you’re this wet already? what a slut you are…” he says, grabbing your boobs with his big hands, his thumbs playing with your sensitive buds. “so pretty like this… my sweet girl.”

his words combined with how wet you are didn’t help with how needy you are for him right now. you feel incoherent to what’s happening as his actions slowly turn your brain into mush.

“all you can do now is moan, huh? so cute..” he whispers into your ear, kissing your neck and leaving pretty hickey’s in shades of different colors, turning it into an art canvas.

your legs start to give out on you because of how long you’ve been riding his thigh, making you signal to him to do the work for you by taking your movements to a stop.

“tired already? ohh angel… want me to move you around, don’t you?” he coos, smacking your ass as he grabs onto your hips, continuing the movements of you riding his thigh.

you yelp at his sudden action, then continue to relax away in his arms as he guides your movements on him. “can feel your cunt twitching on my thigh… you’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”

you hate how right he is at the moment. he knows you too well.

“m—mhm… ohh—…m’gonna cum! hah—!!” you moan incoherently, a series whimpers of his name coming out of your mouth as your orgasm washes over your body.

you can’t believe your lover, rensuke just gave you your first orgasm ever.

and it feels so damn good. maybe you’ll lend him your virginity someday.

[7ndipity]

Just found your blog and LOVE your bts headcanons so much… after having watched Are You Sure?!, I need all your NSFW headcanons for OT7 as your boyfriend… please please please 🔥

Random NSFW Headcanons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Random spicy headcanons about the members

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this), breeding kinks, mentions of edging, oral(m. & f. receiving), bondage, sensory deprivation, dom/sub dynamics, somnophilia, voyeurism, idk there’s a bunch of stuff lol

A/N: You want my hcs? I’ll give ‘em, hehehe😈 Hope you like them!

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Jin:

Okay, I’m gonna make some of y’all real happy by saying, although I still think he’s mostly switch/sub leaning, he does have a dom streak in him. Like as much as he loves letting you lead him like a puppy on a leash(sometimes literally), nothing quite gets him off the same as taking control and pounding into you until you’re his empty headed baby, only able to whimper is his name.

He’s also a big fan of sensory deprivation, both giving and receiving. Blindfolds, handcuffs, etc. He loves the heightened sensitivity that they create, turning even the lightest touches insanely intense.

Has a major thing for cumming in you that it’s bordering on a breeding kink. Like tell him that you want him to cum in you, and he’ll propose on the spot💍

Yoongi:

He’s definitely into bondage and shibari(he’s been tied up/handcuffed wayy too many times in music videos to not be, lol) tho it would take a bit of coaxing to get him to admit it. There’s just something about trying out different knots and restraint styles, both on him and you, that intrigues and excites him.

Lowkey into angry sex, but not when he’s angry with you. It’s more those days when he comes home frustrated from the studio and he just wants to scream, so he makes it his mission to make you scream instead, hehe.

Has recorded himself getting off for you and thought about sneaking it into the background sounds of one of his Agust D tracks(might have actually done it, but he won’t admit it bc he’s a menace and likes to fuck with your head, so you’re just sat listening to every little detail on his demos, lol)

Hobi:

This boy is a certifiable freak, you cannot convince me otherwise. Like except for a relatively small list of hard no’s, he’s open to playing around and testing out pretty much any sort of kink/scenario that you might be interested in.

Lowkey very into the idea of watching you fuck one of his friends rapline whats up?, guiding them on just how to touch you, watching the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, just to turn around and fuck you into oblivion afterwards.

Man adores having his head between your thighs and actively begs you to ride his face. And don’t even think of arguing that you’re too heavy or whatever, bc he’ll spend the next hour worshiping your body and showering you with so much praise that you won’t be able to think, let alone remember any of your insecurities🫠

Namjoon:

Although we’ve established he’s definitely more of a daddy dom, he definitely has a weakness for you taking the lead or being on top(“pro rider, hohohoho rider” I had to, I'm sorry). Something about him being under you, watching the way your body moves on top of his, feeling the way you take him so perfectly, just makes his brain go hazy🤤

Idk if he’s fully aware that it’s a kink/thing, but he’s definitely into temperature play. Ice cubes, hot wax, even just blowing cool air over his skin makes him tingly in all the right ways. 

He loves to tease you at the worst moments. Like you could be on phone with a friend or whoever, and he’ll let his hands start to ghost along your arms, down your sides, across your chest, between your thighs… seeing just how long it takes before your voice and focus start to waver, quickly hanging up and giving him your full attention

Jimin:

*cough*ropebunny*cough* Sorry, what?

No but fr, he loves being tied up in different pretty styles of shibari, but he treats it like an art form, with different silk ropes and ribbons. He wants to feel pretty and treasured, caressed with soft voices and sweet words, regardless of if you’re teasing and edging him to tears.

Lowkey into semi-public sex, teasing you at dinner with his friends with his hand creeping along your thigh under the table till you’re squirming and begging him to find an excuse for you both to be excused for a minute. Dude will fully have you shaking and seeing stars and then walk out of the bathroom like nothing happened.

Definitely the biggest fan of aftercare out of all the members, like he treats it as more of a sensual spa night for the two of you; candlelit baths together, gentle massages to work out any tense muscles, cuddling in bed that might turn into cockwarming or a very sleepy round two... 

Taehyung:

Definitely into taking photos of the two of you, both on his phone and on his retro film cameras. Man turned his guest room into his own studio/darkroom and learned how to develop film by himself so that no one else but you would see his artwork.

Loses his goddamn mind every time you go down on him. Like if you ever wanna make his mind go completely blank, all you have to do is let him feel your warm, wet mouth close around his length, and he’s absolute putty in your hands.

Feel like he’s very into lingerie, both for you and himself. He loves feeling like a pretty present for you to open and play with, and vice versa. You literally came home on your birthday to him waiting for you in some pretty little silk number with a bow on his head as your gift.

Jungkook:

Although I’ve said before he’s a dom leaning switch, when he subs, he lets go completely. He loves letting his mind shut off and being at your mercy, letting you take control and turning him into a needy whining mess. 

For the similar reason, he has a major dumbifacation kink, both giving and receiving. He loves the idea of being fucked to the point that your mind goes completely blank and all you can think and focus on is how you make each other feel.

Definitely has a thing for somnophilia, again both giving and receiving. The thought of touching and teasing each other, your bodies reacting purely out of instinct, seeing how long it takes for you to wake up so that you can fuck each other properly, the whole thing makes him crazy. His favorite way to wake up, 5 stars, highly recommend🤭

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[nxuvillette]

“COME AND STRIP IT DOWN, BABY.”

GENSHIN MEN SEEING YOU IN LINGERIE

synopsis: you got the opportunity to get some lingerie, what will your boyfriend think?

❥- including : neuvillette, alhaitham, arataki itto, zhongli

❥- note : came up with this on a whim. i honestly wanna go wear some lingerie for neuvillette now ! hope you guys enjoy 🩶 reblogs are appreciated !

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless blogs dni, lingerie wearing, established relationships, mentions of food (alhaitham), praising, horny men in public (zhongli + alhaitham), use of pet names (baby , darling), reader is a bit shy.

♡ NEUVILLETTE

neuvillette was actually the one who purchased the lingerie for you. it was a gift for your anniversary. he remembered you eyeing the piece of clothing when walking by the store, so he noted that and later bought it for you. 

he had yet to see it on you. he was dealing with a lot of responsibilities at work and sometimes he would come home pretty late. it was something he really disliked because he would much rather spend time with you instead, but his job as the iudex was taxing and he couldn’t do much about the workload. you two didn’t have as much intimacy as you would have liked, but regardless you both loved each other dearly.

it had been an exhausting day for neuvillette. he spent a majority of his time filling out paperwork and handling trials. all he wanted was to go home and feel your embrace. he even considered leaving work and coming home early just to spend a little more time with you. 

when he arrived home, he noticed it was kind of quiet. neuvillette was used to you coming towards the front door as soon as he entered, but you were nowhere to be seen. he wondered if you were out with your friends possibly, or maybe you were in bed taking a nap. regardless, he went upstairs to your shared bedroom to investigate. he figured he could take a shower if you weren’t home and he would wait for you until you came back, but that wasn’t the case at all.

his eyes landed on you sitting on the bed with the white lingerie he had bought you previously. a slight blush dusted over his cheeks at the sight of you wearing it. the swell of your breasts were enough to distract him, and the curvatures of your body being exposed through the tight fabric made all of the blood rush to his cock. 

“w-welcome home! i missed you..” you said, feeling a bit shy now that his eyes were fully on you. it was like he was undressing you with them. 

neuvillette stepped towards you, loosening his tie and removing his jacket. his hands were immediately exploring your body. it was almost like the first time he had sex with you. he couldn’t stop himself where he touched. your skin was soft like silk and the aroma of your perfume was intoxicating to him. “so beautiful.. i missed you even more, darling.” he pecked your lips, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

your arms went around his neck. he was so handsome. you didn’t know how a man like him fell for you. “like it?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. 

he chuckled, taking one of the straps and slapping it against your skin. a surprised yelp escaped your mouth when it made contact and the sudden stinging sensation spread around your flesh. “i love it..” he whispered against your lips. “i’ll love it even more when i tear it off of you..”

♡ ALHAITHAM

you and your boyfriend decided to go out for a little shopping trip. alhaitham finally had gotten a day free from his responsibilities, so you decided to take full advantage of his time to go out with him. he didn’t mind it much. he never says it out loud but spending time with you always made his days a lot better.

you both went around the different shops in sumeru. there were some fruits you decided to pick up and buy and you even browsed some clothing in a store that had just opened up. alhaitham didn’t mind spoiling you whatsoever. he loved seeing your smiling face whenever he brought a gift for you, or paid for something you wanted. even if you tried to tell him no, he insisted on making sure to fulfill that payment. it didn’t matter how much mora it was. 

it didn’t take long for you to end up at the lingerie store. you had gone in there a few times on your own, but you never really bought anything. you didn’t really know if your boyfriend liked lingerie or would want to see you in it. alhaitham quickly took notice of the clothing items on the mannequins inside. he was a little surprised to see that you had a pretty bra and panty set in your hand. it was a forest green color and it made lewd thoughts rush into his brain at the idea of you wearing it in front of him.

he trailed behind you as you entered a dressing room. some women emerged and entered the hall he was standing in, but he didn’t mind that at all. alhaitham wanted to see you. if he was feeling bold, he would have stepped right into the space with you so he could watch you undress. you just drove him crazy. 

the door opened suddenly, and alhaitham’s throat went dry when his eyes landed on you. he was right, the green looked amazing on your body. you seemed a little shy, judging by the fact that you hesitated to open the door fully. “like it..?” you asked, avoiding eye contact with him. 

he stepped towards the door to get a better view of your body in the lingerie. alhaitham couldn’t help but touch your waist and run his fingers along the hem of the bottoms. “i love it..” he couldn’t remove his eyes from you. there was just so much to look at. “i’ll buy it for you.”

you weren’t exactly shocked that he offered to pay for it, but you did like how it looked on you. “alright!” you replied, going to shut the door so you could change out of it.

he stopped you from closing it, causing curiosity to creep upon you. you were somewhat confused by his sudden action. “better wear it when we get home.. because i don’t think i’m going to stop myself.” he whispered, making your face burn with embarrassment.

♡ ARATAKI ITTO

itto was quite a spontaneous boyfriend. he often did things at random and he was very explosive about it. he had a very big personality, but none of that bothered you. he was a sweet boyfriend and you loved him more than you loved life itself. 

he spent a lot of his time with his gang, so sometimes you wouldn’t see him until he arrived home in the evening. an idea had crossed your mind when you were out and about in inazuma. you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with a little something, so you decided to buy some lingerie to wear for him. you two hadn’t ever done something like that before and you thought he would like it. itto was always up for a new challenge or to try out something he’s never done before.

it was kind of late, but you were expecting itto to walk in at any moment. 

you were wearing a pretty one piece that was maroon. the girl inside the store said it was new and a lot of people loved it, so you decided to take her up on the offer. it was a bit tight, but it wasn’t too harsh to where you were struggling to move in it. to be fair, you have never tried out lingerie before. 

your bedroom door suddenly opened and itto appeared in front of you. he was about to speak, but when he saw you sitting on the bed with the clothing on, he completely forgot what he wanted to say. itto couldn’t stop staring. his mouth fell agape and he could feel his cock harden inside of his pants. he thought you looked so fucking gorgeous. his day was already pretty good, but this made it even better than it was. his favorite girl in bed with pretty lingerie? what could get better than that?

“hehe! oh, fuck! baby, you look fucking fantastic!” he grinned, crouching to your level so he could get a closer look at your body. 

you shivered when itto’s fingers made contact with your skin. they felt a little cold from him being outside, but it felt so nice to feel. “really..? i’m glad!” you looked at him with bright eyes. you were relieved that he actually liked it. you weren’t exactly sure if he was into it or not. 

itto then pushed you backwards onto the bed so he could crawl over you. he could hardly contain himself and his body was growing feverishly hot. “fuck.. i love this so much.. i’m gonna make sure you feel good all night.” he said, then unbuckled his belt.

♡ ZHONGLI

it was actually zhongli’s idea to go and take you shopping. he often liked going out with you and walking around the different shops in liyue. another plus was that he got to spend his time with you. he didn’t always have the free time he desired, so being able to experience it with you felt really nice.

he paused when he saw a shop that was unfamiliar to him, because he hadn’t seen it around before. he vaguely recalled the space being vacant for many months, so he assumed that it was a new store that just opened up. it didn’t seem that busy, but zhongli quickly realized what kinds of things they were selling for women. he could see the mannequins in the window that were dressed with different kinds of lingerie. zhongli had an idea, so he motioned for you to follow him inside.

seeing the inside made you feel a little flustered. you didn’t know zhongli would have the idea to come inside this kind of shop, but nonetheless the lingerie was quite great quality. there were ones with special designs or really pretty bras with matching panties to go with them. 

zhongli had picked one out for you to try. it was a one piece that was black and there were specks of gold stitched into the fabric. it was beautiful, so you decided to try it on. 

he patiently waited outside of the changing room. it took you several minutes to get it on, but once you stepped out for your boyfriend to see, all of that shyness inside of you faded. zhongli was absolutely enthralled with how perfect you looked in the lingerie. “my.. you look gorgeous, darling.” he stood up to lift your chin with his finger. “so beautiful.. look at yourself.

you were taken by surprise when zhongli turned you around so you were both facing the mirror inside of the room. goosebumps littered your skin when you felt his bulge pressing against your ass. “it looks.. nice! i like the colors.” you smiled, looking at him through the glass. 

zhongli nodded his head, squeezing one of your tits. a gasp escaped your mouth from how unexpected it was, but it felt really good. “i’ll love it more when i fuck you in it..” he chuckled.

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[bloomzone]

2025 : #23 Want less become more

"The more things go smoothly for someone, the smoother they will continue to go". No matter what you're going through right now, you must keep telling yourself: I will get better and better. Please live life with a positive and optimistic attitude. Many girls find themselves in situations like this right before the year-end evaluation, they start scratching their heads like crazy, thinking: "It’s over. I’m going to mess this up."

We’re always worried in advance about things that haven’t even happened yet. We anticipate our anxiety, get more and more tense, and feel like we can’t relax at all. But overthinking only destroys your luck. A person cannot create and defend at the same time. When you obsess over “what if I fail,” your brain automatically shuts out the solutions. That’s why the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

Overthinking reduces decision-making effectiveness by 40%. And 85% of the things we worry about never actually happen. Those girls whose lives suddenly start going smoothly it’s not because they’re lucky, but because they’ve mastered the law of magnetic field selection. What you focus on is what you attract. Today I’ll share three steps to align with positive energy. 💭 ( this blog is inspired from the lucky Vicky mindset wish I already introduced click here )

first In the morning, look in the mirror and say: Three good things will happen today. Trust me, your subconscious will automatically help you filter out three matching scenarios because the brain actively seeks evidence to validate your prediction. If this still doesn’t quite make sense to you, let me give you the reverse example: if you constantly worry that you u will fail in a history test for example, you may end up experiencing exactly that outcome.That’s because you’ve already assumed it will happen. So everything you do and every worry you have is actually you looking for proof of that assumption. This is something the people around you may never tell you.

second set up an “anxiety trash bin.” Every week, set aside 30 minutes to write down all your worries on paper and then tear it up. Give your anxiety a boundary, so it doesn’t spill over and contaminate the rest of your time.Just focus on doing what you actually want to do. Often we feel like we didn’t do much in a day, and it leaves us in a slump. That’s usually because our mental energy was drained by anxiety and worry.

third practice the “5% possibility” mindset. When you start thinking, what if I fail?, immediately ask yourself: What is the 5% chance that I succeed?When you think, What if the project flops?, change your thinking to: What can I do to increase the chance of success by 5%? When you come across as confident, the chances of success increase significantly. So sometimes faking confidence is actually a great tactic because the more you pretend, the more you start to believe it. That’s another form of positive self-suggestion. As Laozi said "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

⚠️ : be careful not to build your confidence solely on pretense. Fake confidence without effort or growth can lead to arrogance or poor preparation. Use it as a stepping stone not a mask.

but true smooth-sailing in life doesn't mean having no setbacks it means you no longer waste your energy fearing those setbacks. When you stop feeding your fears, the opportunities that were once blocked by anxiety will naturally return to you.

Like do you ever remember one thing you once worried about that never actually happened. You’ll realize you’re much luckier than you think !

and finally remember this :

“Money flows to those who don’t lack money. Love flows to those who don’t lack love. Whatever you lack, the world will take away even more. But whatever you have, the world will keep giving you more.”

What it means is when you act from a place of lack like desperation, insecurity, or fear you unconsciously push things away. You may chase money, love, or success so anxiously that it repels the very thing you want. The world picks up on that energy.

But when you live with the mindset that you already have enough even if it’s just a little you move with confidence, gratitude, and trust. That energy attracts more of what you desire. People trust you more. Opportunities find you. You show up stronger. And so, what you already have grows.

Example:If you feel like you’re unlovable and act out of fear of being abandoned, you might unintentionally drive people away. But if you believe you're already loved and worthy, you attract relationships that reflect that ..

always love and put yourself first 🪄

@bloomzone ⌨️👛

[miniseokminnies]

record store day —- c.hs

⭑.ᐟ pairing: chwe hansol (vernon) x fem!reader ⭑.ᐟ theme: acquaintances to lovers, idiots to lovers, record store employee!vernon ⭑.ᐟ w/c: 2.7k ⭑.ᐟ warnings: kissing, awkward reader, awkward vernon, lots of instagram dms ⭑.ᐟ a/n: happy record store day babies! this is based off something that happened to me last year hehe (over dramatized of course) shoutout to my lovely betas @lovetaroandtaemin and @seungkw1 ⭑.ᐟ notice: this blog is intended for 18+ ONLY all ageless and minor blogs will be blocked. i do not condone my work being run through ai in any capacity. my work is my own.

“What?!” You shriek at your phone screen.  “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” You shove your phone into the face of the man sitting behind the counter.  

“I can’t see what you’re talking about when the screen is so close to my face,” he deadpans.  

“Live Bowie?” You flop back onto the beanbag chair with a grunt.  “You’ll get these in?” You mutter, loud enough for him to hear you.  

“On Record Store Day, yeah.” He moves to change the record on the turntable behind the counter.  218 Records is where you spend your days off.  You can’t remember when it started but it’s been like this for the better part of a year.  Vernon, the employee who runs the social media, is always working when you’re here.  Sometimes you’re not convinced there are even any other employees here.  

“V,” you spring to your feet again, “you have to save me one, I have to work on Saturday!” 

“Oh no,” he holds his hands up, “I can’t do that, boss’ll have my ass, heartzvinyl” 

V, the single letter he uses to sign off all his comments on the store’s instagram, and heartzvinyl the instagram handle you made when you were still in high school and just starting off your collection.  The first names you knew each other by, which seemed to stick.  You had thought about changing your username to something less cringey, but the way Vernon’s voice sounds saying it deterred you from that.  You might not ever change it at this rate.  Once you graduated high school and started buying more vinyl, with your own money, you found 218 Records, and their instagram.  The small lowercase v’s started popping up in their comments back to customers around the same time.  

You slam your head onto the counter in front of Vernon, and groan loudly.  He looked around for other customers to assist, anything to get himself away from your dramatics.  You roll your head to the side to look up at him.  

“C’mon, V!” You cry, “I’m your most loyal customer! I’m here, like, everyday!”  

“Mark is also here most days,” he reminds you, finally changing out the vinyl, filling the store with a new sound. 

“Fine!” You stand up straight. “I’ll just come after work, like a normie!” 

Your Saturday shifts typically drag, but not like this.  Everytime you dare to glance at the clock on the wall opposite of the counter, only five minutes have passed since the last time. You bounce on the balls of your feet as some snooty woman rattles off the worst coffee order you have ever heard.  

After she inserts her card into the machine you turn to give the cup with her order on it to the other barista.  Just get through this rush and you can rush over to 218 before they close.  There are eight more customers in the lobby.  The coffee shop doesn’t close for another 45 minutes but 218 is open for another 30 after that, without traffic you’ll get there five minutes before.  

“What’s got you in such a hurry?” Your coworker asks you as you rush through the closing routine.  You shake your head, trying to evade her line of questioning.  “It’s that record store, isn’t it? Today’s some big thing right?” 

“Record Store Day, yeah,” you scrub the inside of the blender, “They got an exclusive I really want in my collection, it isn’t about Vernon.” 

“I never said anything about him, Y/N.” She smiles widely, thinking she’s found out some juicy gossip.  You feel your cheeks heat up, realizing she didn’t say anything about Vernon, just his store.  

“Oh, well…” 

“Go, I’ll finish up.” She laughs.  

“Really?” You perk up.  She nods and shoos you toward the door.  “I owe you one, oh my God!” You scramble to the back to grab your bag and fly out of the shop. 

The parking lot at 218 Records is suspiciously empty when you arrive 25 minutes later.  You climb out of your car and immediately spot Vernon sitting in a grassy spot a small ways from the entrance of the store.  He sees you soon after and waves you over.  

“Hey,” he offers, “You’re earlier than I thought you’d be.” 

“But I’m still too late, judging by the fact that Jihoon let you come out and smoke.” You sit down next to him on the grass.  He passes you his joint.  

“Sorry, heartzvinyl,” you take the joint and take a hit, “the Bowie vinyls went real fast.” He leans back on his hands and watches you smoke.  You exhale slowly.  

“I figured they would.” Vernon watches the smoke fall from your lips.  He thinks it’s pretty.  You let the silence hang in the air for a while.  You hand the joint back to him.  He starts to wonder when he started thinking the way you smoke was prettier than anyone he’s ever seen, or when he started thinking about how risking his job might’ve been worth it if it meant you not moping here on the lawn.  He’s not sure if he cares when it started.  

“Hey,” he bumps your shoulder with his, “Jihoon said our stock was lower than he expected.” You look over at him with wide eyes, he thinks about kissing you.  “We might get late stock, do you want me to keep you updated?” 

“You’d do that for me, V?” You whisper. He shrugs.  

“Yeah, I guess I would.” 

Monday April 14 

heartzvinyl [1:46 pm]: hi! just wondering if there has been any additional record store day 

  stock delivered?   

218records.ny [1:55 pm]: nothing yet. -v

Tuesday April 15

heartzvinyl [3:12 pm]: hi me again!! anything new in stock? 

218records.ny [3:33 pm]: new ethel cain vinyls (both colors), but no, not the vinyl you’re in search of. -v

Wednesday April 16

218records.ny [10:13 am]: nothing new today. -v

heartzvinyl [11:32 am]: ? i hadn’t even asked yet ??? 

218records.ny [11:40 am]: yeah but you were going to :) -v

You stare at the smiley face.  Has he ever used that before? You scroll up in the conversation, past the messages from this week. There are a few scattered smiley faces, how have you never noticed before? Furthermore, why do these emoticons make you feel a bit giddy? Surely he uses them with everyone, it doesn’t mean anything.  Then again, would Vernon keep someone else this up to date on the stock in the store? 

Thursday April 17

heartzvinyl [2:19 pm]: hi there! any updates on rsd? 

218records.ny [4:45 pm]: Hi! What exactly are you looking for? We haven’t gotten any additional stock, but I can check if what you’re looking for is still here! -Jihoon 

heartzvinyl [4:56 pm]: oh hey jihoon !! i’m in search of the live ready set go bowie lp, i think vernon said it sold pretty fast on saturday��   

218records.ny [6:15 pm]: Yeah unfortunately those did fly off the shelf. Sorry! -Jihoon 

You sigh at your phone, you know you’ll be lucky if they get more stock, but that doesn’t stop the empty feeling in your gut at Jihoon’s message.  He has never answered your dms to the page before either, where is Vernon? 

You toss your phone onto your bed, no use worrying, everyone has their days off.  You pad across the floor of your bedroom over to your shelves of vinyl.  Running your finger across all the spines you stop at one of the first vinyls Vernon recommended to you – Ginger by Brockhampton.  You slide it out of the shelf and carefully place it into the turntable.  Placing the needle the guitar intro fills the stillness of the room.  

You smile, remembering how uniquely Vernon his recommendation was.  Vernon is always himself, especially when people ask him for advice.  You like to hang out in the store on your off days because of this, watching him navigate customer requests and questions was interesting to you, almost like doing a character study in a way.  

Falling back onto your bed you close your eyes and listen until the music slowly lulls you to sleep.  

Friday April 18 

218records.ny [9:35 am]: INCOMING CALL 

You swatted around your duvet for your phone.  The ringtone was unfamiliar.  Finally grabbing onto it you realized it was because someone was calling you on Instagram.  You didn’t even know you could make phone calls on instagram.

“Um…hello?” You rub your eyes.  

“Finally,” Vernon’s voice crackles on the other end, “Get over here, we got it, heartzvinyl.” 

“Really?” You jump up. “Are you fucking with me, V?”

“God, no, why would I do that?” You could hear him grinning, “Just get over here before someone else does!”    

By 10 am you’re busting through the front door of 218 Records.  Your entrance is less than graceful and has everyone in the store looking in your direction.  Lucky for you it’s 10 am on a Friday so the only people here are Vernon, Jihoon, and of course Mark.  You smile sheepishly as everyone, besides Vernon, goes back to what they were doing.  Approaching the counter you try to look casual.  

“Hey V,” you lean your arm on the counter.  

“What are you doing?” He blinks at you.

“I don’t know,” you drop your hands to your sides.  “I didn’t want you to think I only came for Bowie.”

“I told you to come for Bowie.” He points out. Without another word he turns around and retrieves what you have been waiting for all week. “You still want it?” 

“Cut the shit, V.” You laugh, pulling out your card.  

“Sheesh, heartzvinyl,” he scans the barcode, “I just had to be sure!”   You watch as he carefully wraps the vinyl in plastic and places it in the paper bag.  He hands it over to you and grins at you.  “Enjoy it.” You smile back at him and awkwardly start side stepping toward the door.  

“Well…I better go…” You trail off.  He nods at you before his eyes grow wide, like he just remembered something.  

“Wait,” he pulls a scrap of paper out of his pocket and rummages around the counter until he finds a pen.  He scribbles something down and holds the paper out to you.  “I, uh, I get outta here at 3 today, if you need someone to listen to the album with.” He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.  You take the paper and stare down at the handwriting.  

“Vern…online…” You decode his chicken scratch, “is this your personal Instagram?” He nods.  “You could just give me your number, you know?” 

“Yeah I could,” he chuckles, “but this seems more our speed.” You smile at him.  

“I have some errands to run, I’ll let you know.” 

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

Vernon watches you leave the store, feeling a little bit like an idiot.  He has never had a way with words, so he thought that his instagram would be a fun way to be able to talk to you more, but now he feels like you think he’s weird.  He chews on his bottom lip.  

“Did you give her your Instagram?” Jihoon’s voice from behind him makes him jump. Vernon turns to see his boss casually leafing through the vinyls behind the counter.  

“What?” He sputters, “oh..yeah I did.” 

“Good, now you can stop flirting on the business account.” 

You are laying facedown on your bedroom floor, it is 2:56 pm, and you lied about having errands to run.  You have already looked through Vernon’s Instagram three times, which is not a hard feat considering he has four posts and two of them are pictures of the cats that live near the store. You let out a loud groan, trying to convince yourself that he wouldn’t have given you his account if he didn’t want to talk to you.  

Friday April 18

heartzvinyl [2:58 pm]: hey v i think i would like if you came over after work :] 

vernonline [3:03 pm]: send me the addy lol  

You send Vernon your address and throw your phone across the room.  Being nervous made no sense, it’s Vernon.  But it’s Vernon in your space, the dynamic is bound to change.  You jump up and begin to tidy up your room.  The Bowie record stays in its brown paper bag.  

Thirty minutes later there was a knock at your door.  You felt your heartbeat pick up as you went to answer the door.  Opening it, there’s Vernon.  Headphones around his neck and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. He gives a small wave when he sees you.  

“Hey, come in,” you step aside so he can shuffle past you.  He looks around your apartment and nods.  

“Very you.” He states simply.  For whatever reason this comment has heat settling in your cheeks.  You lead him to your bedroom.  Vernon walks a single circle around the small room, smiling at Ginger still in your record player.  He takes a seat on the floor while you switch out the vinyls, returning Ginger to the shelf and carefully placing Bowie in the turntable. Music fills the room as you sit on the floor next to Vernon.  

The two of you sit in silence for the first few songs before Vernon pulls out a small metal case.  He opens it and pulls a joint out.  

“Do you mind?” He asks.  You shake your head.  He puts the joint between his lips and brings the flame to the end.  You watch him blow the smoke, filling your room with a haze.  He passes it to you and you accept it, wanting to calm your nerves.  

The last notes fade out and you sit in silence for a few moments.  You stretch out your legs and look over at Vernon.  His eyes were cloudy and heavy.  He looks over at you.  You squirm under his gaze.  

“Do you want water or something?” You blurt out.  

“Oh, uh, sure.” He flashes you a lopsided smile.  

You scramble up and grab two glasses of water and return to your room.  His hand wraps around the cool glass as you hold it out to him.  You turn your attention to your collection, looking for what to put on next.  Vernon stands up, knees popping on his way, and wanders toward your desk.  

“Hey do you have a coaster, babe?” Vernon asks.  Your eyes open wide, without looking at him you can picture the face he’s making.  His brow is furrowed, his teeth clenched, he didn’t mean to say that.    

“What did you call me?” You turn to him slowly.  He has started looking at the ceiling, the glass of water clutched in his hand so tightly that if it was real glass you would be concerned he might break it.  

“Nothing.” He muttered.  You move past him to grab a coaster from the drawer of your desk and hold it out to him.  

“You can call me babe, if you want.” He takes the coaster from your hand and hastily sets the water down on the desk.  You stare at him, he stares back at you for several moments before he takes your face between his hands and presses his lips to yours.  

It feels like fireworks are exploding in your stomach.  He deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. You grant access and he licks into your mouth.  

“Is this okay?” He breathes, pressing his forehead against your own.  

“More than, V.” You chase his lips.  He makes a small noise at his nickname and kisses you again. He backs you up until you bump against your bed.  Without breaking the kiss you take a fistful of his shirt and pull him down onto the bed, on top of you.  He cages you in with his arms and pulls away just slightly.  

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” He dips his head to kiss you again but he stops short, “is it okay that I’ve wanted to do this for a long time?” All you can do is nod.  “Awesome.” He smiles boyishly before connecting his lips to yours again.  He thinks about why he never told you that you’re pretty when you smoke.

[blackknight-kai]

Let me start saying I love your blog, reblogs and headcanons, truly, all of the above🩷🩷

If you’re comfortable with the question, do you have any for the Destined One with a female virgin reader?

So I wanna say thank you 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I haven’t quite shared my own head canons much but I don’t have any issue sharing them 🫶 others do a much better job of it so I’ve left it to them. But! Your ask comes at a wonderful time as I needed a break from writing a fic 💀 (kill me im up to 20k)

Let’s get after it! Destined One & a female virgin head canons? I’ll give it a shot! There will be a nsfw section below sorry if that’s not your thing. I wasn’t super explicit on body parts etc but let me know if you guys want a Sun Wukong one? I’d try.

If you’re NOT in a relationship yet and he finds out? (Be it you told him outright or it comes out in passing conversation)

He’d would remain expressionless and quiet as usual. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it and remain respectful

But if you look closely you can see him swallowing thickly at the new information

Will NOT treat you differently

He has a LOT of feelings for you and knowing you haven’t shared yourself with someone else, while not a huge deal he’s never really cared one way or another, it’s something he finds himself thinking about often.

It makes him a little hot under the collar sometimes when he looks at you and remembers what you’d said.

NSFW - on the very rare occasions that he takes some time to himself or you’re not around, in the quiet he puts his goal to the side for just a moment and allows himself to think about his wishes and whims. Specially how he’d touch you and make it good for you because you deserve to be treated like you’re special and HE wants to be the one to do it.

If you’re in a relationship and it either came up naturally or during a more…heated moment.

Would absolutely freeze. Like body full on screenshot kinda freeze - only his tail would flick and twitch as he processes

Because honestly it hadn’t occurred to him before but it is NOW. He’s thought of you and making love with you but first or not first hadn’t been a topic of thought

He’d probably internally get flustered and his heart would race ridiculously but on the outside his expression would appear stoic or mildly surprised

Wouldn’t try to pressure you or make a big deal out of it, as though it doesn’t matter one way or another besides making extra sure you’re comfortable

His tail would eventually give him away though as it would be swishing behind him happy and interested as the information settles in his brain

Dude would be first and foremost HONORED If you shared that news with him and were giving him your first

Probably a first for him too ngl. I see him as someone who was so focused on his path that warming another’s bed wasn’t something he was willing to spare time on.

If it’s not a first for him too then it’s not something he’s done often and isn’t an expert

Would definitely thank you for trusting him with sweet reassuring kisses (if they are a little heated don’t blame him too much)

He is respectful! As I said no pressure. No rush. But would the information please him? Yes.

Definitely adds fire to his belly because HE will be your first

Sends a note of possession through him not because he’d “own” you but because regardless of being a first or not you’d be his and he yours.

NSFW:

Regardless of if you’re shy or ready to get the show on the road he’d be so gentle and would be careful, really careful.

Probably a bit unsure and might move a little too fast accidentally in his own lust but would immediately sooth you as soon as he realizes

Looks to your expressions and sounds to make sure you’re feeling good and safe

He wants to treat you WELL views it as HIS duty to make sure you’re happy

It’s a lot of pressure but he’d do his best and set his mind to it being nothing but perfect for you

I imagine at first his hands would be so feather light letting you get used to him and his touch as he undresses you piece by piece- he’d watch his claws unless he finds out you enjoy them grazing across your skin

He’d brush his lips across every piece of new skin revealed to his eyes unable to help himself

Finds out he really loves your chest, both feeling you & tasting you. as well as napping on you later

But over time as the act went on he’d be more confident, still tender but less unsure

He’d be enamored every time he got you to sigh or make a pleased sound

It’s his goal to hears those often

When he discovers how turned on he’s made you it would send waves of pride crashing over him, he had done THAT

Overall though he’d take his time

He probably won’t speak much if at all, but he’d make sure you’re ready every step of the way. If he does speak it’s not more than a few words here or there, low and only for you to hear as he nips your ear

Multiple check ins

He’s a giver, and while he isn’t practiced whatsoever he’d use his mouth and fingers to bring you pleasure, finding out exactly how you like it by listening to the way you moan or the way your body shivers and trembles with specific movements

He 100% will become VERY VERY good with his hands and mouth

His tail is sneaky, he’d use it as a way to hold on to your leg (holding you open while one of his hands is occupied) or would brush the the furry appendage across your skin just to see goosebumps rise in its wake

When you’re finally connected, after time spent letting you get used to him (and him you because let’s be real he’d be overwhelmed by the feel of tightly wrapped around him too) he’d roll his hips gently

He would make sounds, sighs and groans in your ear.

He’d love it if you cling on to him and tell him he’s doing something good

Full on shudders if you scratch his back or dig your nails into him - he loves it and he might accidentally thrust too hard when you do it

Wants to hear you 👏👏

Would keep control for as long as he could but would listen to your requests almost instantly if you asked him to move faster

Would love it if you moved his hand exactly where you wanted him to touch you

Would suck marks on your skin - thighs and neck, wherever he absentmindedly ran his lips. Would be shy about it later but would touch them possessively or when you’re dressed his eyes would stray to where his marks are on your skin.

Afterwards he’d silently but tenderly wipe you down and then pull you into his arms

Would nuzzle his face against you and breathe your scent as you both relax and come down from your high

Would massage any soreness you have that he could and feel pride at wearing you out, although his face wouldn’t show it

His tail would be like a vice around your thigh all night and trying to get out of his hold in the morning is a chore

He’d 100% take care of you especially for a first time is basically what I’m saying. After, he may be a bit rougher with his movements or may be impatient at times especially after a tough fight and adrenaline is still kicking but will always treat you tenderly as you guys build confidence together.

[vintagebuckybarnes]

Scarves, Snowflakes, Sweethearts

Pairing: Girlfriend! Natasha Romanoff x Avenger! Romantic Partner! GN! Reader

Total Wordcount: 1.2K

Summary: You mentioned off-handedly that you'd never gone ice skating before, so Natasha will make it her mission to change that. When she succeeds, you can't help but utter the words you've been dying to say for a long time, turning your date night into the best night of your life.

Tags & Warnings: Canon compliant, Avenger! Reader, genderneutral! Reader, established relationship.

Story Rating: G | General

Author's Note: This story - filled to the brim with nothing but pure fluff - is written for the Fluffy Winter Event, hosted by @buck-star! I had heaps of fun writing this, and I have officially melted my socks off with the number of sweet moments I managed to put into this story! 💜

Writing Prompts @buck-star Fluffy Winter Event: Saying "I love you" for the first time | Ice skating | Drinking hot chocolate | All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey | "You're adorable when you giggle. You're always adorable." | "You're the most precious thing ever. I will protect you with everything I have." @fandombingo: "I would never joke about loving you." @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition: Alone @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition: Snowflakes | "Sometimes walls are there so we can lean on them and rest." @fandom-free-bingo Medical Edition: 'I'm never giving up' | "I don't understand."

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The snowflakes fall slowly, covering all of New York City in an angelic layer of beauty. You can't help but snuggle a little deeper into your scarf as you gently squeeze Natasha's hand. This gesture has become a non-verbal cue that you're okay without needing to be asked, and she glances over at you with a slight smile on her lips.

"What's wrong? Isn't an Avenger like you used to it being a little cold outside?" she asks playfully, raising your eyebrow as you give her a mock-offended glance, knowing you can't get mad at her for anything. However, seeing her smile instantly warms you from the inside out, as it never fails to make your heart sing.

"I don't understand how people willingly go outside in these weather conditions. They must be crazy to do it."

Although you were born and raised in New York, you've never been a fan of winter and all that it entails. However, for Natasha, you'd do just about anything, including braving freezing temperatures while the snow crunches beneath your boots.

"I guess I'm crazy then," she says with a shrug before quickening her pace, pulling you along as you approach your destination for the evening: the ice skating rink. It wasn't long ago that you confessed you had never been ice skating before, so she made it her mission to take you on a date to do just that.

"Are you excited to go ice skating?" she asks eagerly, her voice rising with happiness. You nod and reach into your pocket for your phone to pay for renting skates in your respective sizes. As soon as that's done, Natasha finds a bench to sit on and put them on, her enthusiasm infectious as she can't stop telling you how excited she is.

"I’ll do some spins and laps around the rink too! But first, I'll teach you how to skate, of course. There's nothing more important than that," she tells you before leaning in and giving you a peck on the cheek, which makes your face break into a massive grin and sends your stomach doing a little somersault with happiness.

"And what about drinking hot chocolate? I was promised my hot cocoa." You squint your eyes at her playfully, and she nods, her fiery red curls bouncing with each motion.

"That too, Золотце [Darling]. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that for even a second," she giggles.

"You're adorable when you giggle. You're always adorable," you tell your girlfriend, making her cheeks flush from the compliment. It's not something she's entirely used to, but you're gradually teaching her that it's okay to accept compliments. Watching her cheeks warm up at your words fills you with pride, too, especially since she rarely gets this shy and cute.

"Well… you're the most precious thing ever. I will protect you with everything I have." Her words are sealed with a kiss that warms your cheeks this time, making her smile proudly as she pulls away, leaving your lips feeling a bit cold and alone.

"Thank you, Солнышко [Sunshine]."

Once you're both secured and ready to go skating, Natasha reaches out her gloved hand to you, and you happily accept it, taking your first steps on the ice. Though the first few meters feel like a baby deer learning to walk, you soon gain confidence, and it shows. While you're far from mastering the spins and laps that Natasha can do, you're still proud of your progress.

"Can we finally go get my hot chocolate now? I need to sit down before my legs give out and I plant my face on the ice!" The question escapes her lips with a huff as she skates gracefully over to you, expertly maneuvering around all the other people skating simultaneously.

"Of course we can, Золотце. You've done an amazing job, and I'm proud of you," she replies. You smile before eagerly stepping off the ice and holding onto the wall for support. While you search for a table with two chairs to sit at, Natasha orders the hot drink you've been craving the whole time, leaving you with your thoughts for a moment.

As you look at your girlfriend, the urge to say "I love you" for the first time weighs heavily on your mind. It's something you've wanted to express for a while now, and there will never be a more perfect moment than tonight, with the moon illuminating the scene and fairy lights glowing as you enjoy hot chocolate together.

"Here you go—I got your favorite!" Natasha says, placing the cup in front of you, with extra marshmallows floating on top just the way you like.

"So? How are you enjoying our date so far?" The cup rests between her now gloveless hands, allowing her to warm them on the steaming liquid inside. A small smile plays on her lips as she gazes at you with pure adoration and love.

'Let's just say I'm glad that sometimes the walls are there so we can lean on them and rest," you tell her with a chuckle, stretching out your legs for a moment as the soreness slowly disappears.

''But then again, I'm never giving up, so I'll be here until I'm just as good as you.'' Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, her expression a mix of disbelief and pride.

''We'll have to see about that,'' she replies, sitting back and closing her eyes to savor the moment—the warmth of her hot chocolate, your company, and the music playing in the background. As the song switches to 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' by Mariah Carey, you finally gather the courage to share the words you've been thinking since your first date with her.

''I love you, Солнышко.''

As soon as the words hang in the air, she opens her green eyes to meet yours, and her mouth falls open in surprise. Her eyes widen as tears gather in the corners, and you're immediately worried you may have said the wrong thing, though she quickly reassures you.

"Please tell me this isn't a joke. Because I love you too," she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. You lean forward, your fingers intertwining with hers as you hold her gaze, the connection between you visible.

"I would never joke about loving you, Natasha. I love you from the furthest corners of my soul to the deepest depths of my heart. You're the one I want to grow old with, and the one I have given my heart to. I love you, and I will never tire of telling you this," you tell her gently, making her smile wide as tears roll down her cheeks.

Instead of responding, she gently sets her drink down and cups your cheeks, drawing you into a heartwarming, passionate kiss. As the snow falls gently and the temperatures continue to plummet, a sense of warmth spreads from within, directly coming from your heartfelt confession.

"I love you too, Золотце, and I long to be your wife one day," she says, leaving you speechless. As you try to process her confession, she kisses you again, and your lips fit together in perfect harmony, sealing your promises.

Navigation ~ Natasha Romanoff Library

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[revelboo]

REVEL!!! I'm a huge fan of your blog since like a month ago and I can't stop reading over and over again all my fave stories 😭💙 I come to show you my new figure of bae, our grumpy bot, Prowl (the figure's actually pretty cool!), may I ask for some of him, please? Perhaps another part of Stand Too Close, or may be a story where the reader is cheerful and his brain goes like ???

Look at him! I’m glad you like my silly stories!

Stand Too Close Pt 14

Prowl x Reader

• It’s pathetic how excited you get about the prospect of a car ride. Cooped up in his quarters long enough that when he asks if you’d like to go for a drive, you temporarily forget that you’re angry with him still. And he’s doesn’t complain when you play with his window controls, rolling it down and leaning an arm out so you can lay your cheek on it. Letting the wind whip your hair even though it’s stinging your face and neck and not caring at all.

• You look happy. Actually smiling as the wind tousles your hair and he tries to remember if you’ve ever smiled like that for him. Even when the two of you aren’t squabbling, your expression is never so relaxed and open. And you sit up when the city comes into view. “I thought you might need human things,” he lies as he idles down a street and parks, popping open the door for you. “You’re always complaining about the things you miss.” Shifting on his shocks, he feels you slide out of his seat, losing your warmth as you stand there, one hand still on him. Waiting for you to bolt like you’ve claimed you want to so many times.

• What’s his game now? Because this must be some kind of test. That or he’s just sick of dealing with you. “And you’re deciding to trust me for once?” You don’t buy it. He doesn’t trust anyone. Certainly not you. Hand lifting from Prowl, you back up a step. He’d parked just off the busier streets, the lot is mostly deserted and quiet. If you run, he’ll just transform and catch you. Probably scoff at you for being so gullible. Is this a new form of torture? Dangling freedom right in front of you and then snatching it away?

• “I trust you.” To run and disappear among the other humans without a backwards glance. Optimus is going to be angry with him, but he can’t even bring himself to care anymore. When had your happiness started mattering to him? “I’ll be right here.” Lying has always been so easy for him, learned early on that it was necessary sometimes to convince people to do the right thing. The best thing.

• Wrapping your arms around yourself, you turn and start walking. You listen for the sound of him transforming, for his engine to rev. Waiting for him to stop you as you step onto the busy corner and people look at you, then quickly away. Know you must look like you’re homeless at this point, unkempt and messy. Heart racing, you look back to make sure he’s still there and somehow a part of you isn’t surprised to find him gone. It’s not like he’d actually cared about you, but it still hurts a lot more than you would have imagined. He’d brought you back to where he’d stolen you from and left without even a goodbye. And you just stand there, staring at where he’d been. This is what you’d wanted, so why do you feel so hollow inside?

• It’s for the best for you. To be among your own. Happy. Even if he hates it, wants to destroy something, go pick a fight. Because you’re the only good thing he’d had and even you’d hated him, hadn’t you? Constantly fighting each other, like neither of you could stand to be happy. Or maybe it was really only him. Lashing out at him because he’d made you so miserable. Maybe you’re laughing now, head thrown back and free. Desperately wants that. For you to smile, because one of you should be happy.

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[lilislegacy]

Lets spin the narrative. Which commonly talked about moments weren’t the ones when Percabeth first had sex

So, I could be wrong, but I THINK you guys wanna talk about this lol.

First, let me say this: when I talk about Percabeth being intimate, I am only referring to very fictional book Percabeth — and only when they’re 16 or older (AKA the age of consent), and in a fully committed, loving relationship. Also, if this turns into a big discussion, let’s keep it respectful and mature. Obviously, I’m totally good with having more adult conversations, but even though my blog is targeted toward older teens and adults, there are still some younger teens on this app, and we need to keep things responsible and safe for them. Okay, we good?

So let’s talk about it.

Warning: I’m about to talk a lot lol. (Surprised?) BUT I’ll put the major points in bold so you can skim if you’re not in the mood for all my rambling.

When I DON’T Think It Happened:

Before Heroes of Olympus: They’d only been dating for like four months before Percy got abducted. They were still barely 16 and figuring out how to shift from being best friends to romantic partners — and neither of them had ever even dated anyone before. I’m sure there was some heavy kissing, second base, maaaybe even a sprinkle of third base. But I don’t think it went further. I just think they weren’t ready, and they weren’t in a rush. They wouldn’t want to risk messing anything up by moving too fast, you know?

In the stables: As funny as that scene was because of all the embarrassment and suggestions of sex, Rick could not have made it more clear that nothing happened lol.

In HoO - On the Argo II / During the War/Quest: I just don’t think that was the time or the place. Even before Annabeth left for her mission, they were on a crowded ship, surrounded by people and under a ton of stress. And yeah, some people say, “Well, maybe they did it then because they thought they were gonna die,” but they were also pretty sure Percy was gonna die in the Battle of Manhattan — and they still waited to get together until after it was over. They don’t strike me as a “let’s do it just in case we die tomorrow” type of couple.

When I DO Think It Happened:

This might be an underwhelming answer for those of you who haven’t heard me say this before, but I strongly believe it happened sometime during the summer after the Gaea/Giant War was over — or possibly sometime during their senior year. But I really think it was that summer.

Because by this time, unlike before Percy’s kidnapping when they were still figuring things out, there's a new certainty and stability to their relationship that wasn’t quite there before. In Staff of Hermes, one month into dating, Percy says he’s just glad they’ve made it this long and hopes to keep it going. By Heroes of Olympus, the two of them are discussing their future together and making plans for college and living together in New Rome afterwards. That's a big change. There’s no uncertainty anymore.

That six-month separation was hard for them — especially Annabeth, since she was conscious for all of it — but it showed them that their relationship was more than just a teenage pairing. Annabeth admitted that she had fallen hard for him when they started dating, but that when he went missing, it was like being withdrawn from a lifesaving medication. Percy’s memories were wiped, and he was supposed to forget everything except the most basic thing about himself: his name. But somehow, Annabeth was just as integral a part of him — because he didn’t just remember her name, but had little flashing memories of her too. He didn’t remember his own mother, Grover, or anything about his life, but he knew Annabeth.

So any part of their relationship that was casual or uncertain before? That all went away the moment they were reunited.

Once we see them together again in HoH, it’s consistently commented on how natural they are with each other, and how comfortable they are touching and kissing. Annabeth says Percy is a part of her. Percy says he never wants to be apart from Annabeth again. Then, obviously, they walk through Tartarus together — which only reinforces how united they are.

So what this all shows is that by the end of HoO, their relationship has become as solid as concrete. There’s nothing but love, trust, and certainty. Therefore, once they get back and the world is saved and they’re together in New York again, I think every reason they had to wait before is gone. What’s left is two people who want to be together in every way, and they know their relationship isn't going anywhere.

Anyway, these are just my own personal thoughts. This subject will never get confirmed or denied by Rick, so there's never going to be a right or wrong here. I welcome other opinions and perspectives. And if you agree with me but have other thoughts, feel free to share. Again, just as long as it's respectful :)

[ethnicallymoral]

What’s your Silco’s headcannons? :3

I don’t know why I didn’t see this until now, sorry! I have so many, but I’ll list the headcanons I can remember off the top of my head!

Singed found Silco after the betrayal and was his first semi-willing test subject, although it’s only because Silco was desperate and could have died otherwise

Maybe the young Zauntrio were among the miners who convinced Kiramann's to build the vent system and that's when the people first started to view them as advocates. That transitioned them from only miners to community leaders, giving them support to build The Lanes in Zaun.

He was an orphan in Zaun, maybe his father died in a mining accident.

He’s a physical touch guy, but in a way that he’d touch your lower back while walking past you or rub your shoulder, or keep his hand on your thigh. Also words of affirmation, but both ways. He likes hearing how proud you are of him, or that he’s doing well, but he plays it off very nonchalantly.

He falls asleep easier when you’re reading or doing something on the couch and he just wants to “lie down for a moment” in your lap, but otherwise he has insomnia and finds it really difficult to fall asleep

He’s extremely sentimental and nostalgic, especially considering he saved a lot of memorabilia from the past

He has poor temperature regulation

He would be startled by sudden touches, like if you touched his hand without him expecting it, but he would try not to show that to you

He’s the type to bring you coffee in the morning, just the way you like it, and set it by the bedside table. He never mentions it and you never asked him to do this.

@lullabyes22-blog post on his uh… lower anatomy is correct to me haha

His post timeskip suit is made up of pieces from his old one.

I have a lot more but these are what’s easy to recall for now! So I’m happy to mention more sometime :)

[traumacatholic]

Whenever I try to return to this blog, I always tell myself “Okay, I’ll start making X,Y,Z content” and then…life happens. I had to make the decision to put the cat that I’ve had since I was like 9/10 years old down - there was no way for her to win the battle with cancer that she had. And I didn’t want to let her down by keeping her alive for my own sake while she was getting into more and more pain. Then in January, I had to put my other cat to sleep. My gran’s dementia is continuing to worsen and I’m in a position where I am struggling to access any kind of resources for her - here resources are a postcode lottery, and we do not live in an area with many options. Options further afield are also not options because everything here works in catchment areas and I cannot drive to transport her elsewhere anyways. We’re currently on the waiting list for a Care Needs Assessment to see what kind of support the Council can offer us. The responsibilities of being a full time carer on top of my own disabilities are tough to say the least. I currently have no ability to earn money outside of my disability payments because there’s nothing I can currently do outside of caring for my gran.

I have not been to Church in some months. I do pray sometimes, but for other people. I can’t remember the last time I prayed for myself. On Monday, I am going to be phoning the doctor and asking to get put back on antidepressants because my suicidal thoughts have been overwhelming me. I have been considering reaching out to a Priest - of any kind, and I just. I’m scared of rejection I guess. I’m just feeling very lost. I do not know if I believe in God, or rather, I do not know if I believe in my ability to practice faith. It has always felt like so many barriers get in the way. I do not know what I believe. I feel as equally sick and anxious about Orthodoxy as I do Catholicism. I guess there is a part of me that wants to return to being faithful, in some way. And equally as much of me is just so exhausted by the situation that I am currently stuck in. Sometimes faith felt like a comfort to me, but more often that not, it just felt like banging desperately against a wall and hoping Someone would hear me.

Back when I was couchsurfing in a place where I could attend an Orthodox Church, sometimes I would drag myself out of bed even though I had spent the night miserable and suicidal and then I would get told off in Church for sitting down during parts of the Liturgy due to exhaustion or for forgetting my veil. Every time I tried to pursue actual Catechism other things got in the way. But this is not unique to Orthodoxy, because I had similar experiences in Catholicism of feeling isolated and dismissed.

I don’t really know what I’m asking for at this point. I’m just really in need of prayers, maybe. I don't know. Everything going on and that has went on is just a lot. I’m sorry that I always come on here to be such a bother to other people.

[bad268]

Pezzy with a cuddly (almost to the point of being clingy) reader?? (Love your blog & your writing so much! Keep it up!!)

End the Stream (Pezzy X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I love him and thank you so much <3)

Warnings: Language lol

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1193

Summary: No one ever said being clingy was a bad thing.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

I would never consider myself super clingy, but sometimes, I just wanted to be held. It was only natural, especially when my boyfriend was streaming for hours. I just wanted to hang out with him, and I felt like I had not seen him recently.

Yesterday, he was streaming all day. Granted, he just got a new computer, and he was preparing for Puffer’s season 2 of The Gauntlet. I remember back when he won the first week of season 1, and it took about 3 hours. Then, the finale took almost 9 hours! I was not prepared for this to happen again.

He had already been streaming for going on 5 hours, and watching the stream could only do so much to fill the void. I knew he was in the same house. Hell, he was just a room over, but I felt lonely without him. 

I decided enough was enough. If I wanted attention, I was gonna get it. Before I set my plan in motion, I opened up the chat and sent a quick message, just to see if he was watching the chat.

“Is your room unlocked?” The text-to-speech read, and Pezzy, at first, looked horrified. He paused the game to look at who sent that but smiled when he saw it was me.

“Oh, yeah, it’s open if you wanna come in here,” He let out a breath, “I thought that was a stalker or something.”

I chuckled as I got up from the bed. I wrapped my throw blanket around my shoulders before walking down the hall to Pezzy’s recording room. I dramatically pushed the door open, just standing in the door ominously until he turned around.  When he did, he almost jumped out of his seat.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted in shock as he put a hand on his heart as if to slow his rapid heart rate. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Just keeping you on your toes,” I chuckled lightly as I walked over to him. When I made it to his setup, I asked, “Is this seat taken?”

“What mine?” He asked, but he didn’t wait long as I just sat in his lap. He chuckled before wrapping his arms around me and setting his chin on my shoulder.  “Well, now it is. Is this comfortable for you?”

“Very,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned my head against his chest. I looked up at him and met his eyes. “Can I sleep here? I won’t bother you, I promise.”

“You could never bother me,” He whispered back, leaving a kiss on my forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, my lips before moving one of his hands from my waist to the back of my head. “I’ll be here when you wake up, and I’ll try not to be too loud.”

“I don’t care,” I mumbled, rubbing my face into his chest, “I’ll sleep through anything.”

“I know you will,” He chuckled lightly, kissing the crown of my head before turning his attention to the screen again. The chat was flying by, clips were being made, and his friends and moderators were calling him a simp. A couple specifically caught his eye. “Call me a simp one more time, Puffer, and I’ll call Megan. Grizzy, Droid, shut the fuck up. At least I get some you virgin ass mother fuckers.”

I could not keep a straight face at that as I burst out laughing. I sat up a little, opting to just lean my head against his shoulder as I looked at the screen with him. I glanced over to Discord, and I saw Puffer, Grizzy, and Droid show as active in their chat, so I moved to unplug Pezzy’s headphones before they could join the voice channel.

“Who the fuck are you talking about? I have never once been a simp,” Puffer shouted immediately after joining the call. 

“I beg to differ, Puffer,” I dragged out with a smirk, “You forget that I talk with Megan all the time, and I get to hear all of the relationship gossip. I have the tea and blackmail. Don’t make me pull it out.”

“Bitch,” He muttered.

“I try,” I smirked again before turning my attention to the other two. “Okay, Grizzy, Droid, do you two have anything to comment?”

“After hearing that, no I’ll keep my comments to myself,” Grizzy chuckled nervously. 

“Good, don’t test them,” Pezzy chuckled as he held onto me tighter and kissed my shoulder. 

“On that note, I’m making Pezzy get off,” I said as I leaned forward and took the mouse in my hand going over to the end stream button. “5 hours is enough for you heathens. He’s not streaming tomorrow, and don’t be surprised if he doesn't stream the day after.”

“Why’s that?” Pezzy teased for clarification.

“I miss you, and I want attention sometimes,” I said immediately. “I deserve time with you too.  Is it bad to want to spend time with my boyfriend doing relationship things?” 

“Not really, I get it,” Pezzy relented, “I miss you too if that makes you feel better.”

“I’m sorry, y’all lonely bitches want Pezzy all the time, but I gotta put me first,” I joked, “I gotta put me first.”

“And just for that, I’ll end the stream,” Pezzy laughed loudly as he took the mouse from my hands and ended the stream. “Happy now?”

“Not yet,” I admitted as I turned in his lap to face him. “I just want to stay here in your arms. I’ve missed you, and I feel like you’ve been streaming nonstop.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” He comforted as he brushed some hair away from my face. “Tomorrow, we’re doing anything you want. Name it.”

“But I don't want to do anything,” I whined as I banged my head on his shoulder. “I just want to lay in bed and do nothing. Maybe we make cupcakes or something. Maybe we take a bath together. Maybe we can go for a short bike ride. I don’t know, but I know I don't want to plan anything. Then, I won’t want to do it.”

“Okay, we can play it by year, how about that?” Pezzy offered as he held back a laugh. “We can just see where the day takes us.”

“Now I only get a day? I want at least two days, nothing less,” I snapped my head up as I pointed a finger at him. 

“Deal, two days,” Pezzy settled as he moved his hands to be under your butt, lifting you up.

“Where are we going?” I asked quickly in shock as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, not expecting to be lifted.

“Timbuktu,” Pezzy replied sarcastically, glaring at you, before lifting his expression, “Our bedroom. Where the fuck else?”

“Wow,” I dragged out as Pexxy walked out of his recording studio and into our room. He set me gently on our bed before leaning over me, giving me a kiss. I moved a hand to his chest as I gently pushed him away. “Take me to dinner first.”

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