#thank you for the request :D!!! keep em coming!

[bishicat]

12. Pushing strand of hair behind their ear

If you're still doing the art prompts 🥺

V's probably cutting his hair or tying it up (either way, he knows he's a pretty lad)

[lovebugism]

Hiii can i request shy reader whos anxious about different things? I have weird anxiety lol that makes it hard for me to eat in front of people until im comfortable around them. Can i request reader x Steve who have been dating for a while and she tries to avoid eating around him, but she finally gets comfortable and Steve is just so happy, thank you!!

hope you like it angel :D — steve takes care of his anxious gf at a family barbecue (established relationship, hurt/comfort ish, cw for mentions of anxiety and unexplained issues with food | 1.1k)

bug's summer fic fest (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The picnic table in Steve’s backyard is hardly big enough for all of you. Even when Max and El agree to lay out on a blanket together some feet away — and when Lucas and Erica spontaneously decide to race each other to the pool — it’s still an achingly tight fit. 

You, in particular, are sandwiched between two bodies much larger than yours. Eddie sits to your right, lacking any real concept of personal space, and Steve is off to your left. The latter keeps a strong arm around your back, hugging you closer to his chest every time the wild-haired boy accidentally knocks into you.

“Okay, me and Nance are getting something to eat,” Robin announces, standing suddenly from the table, visibly overstimulated from the constant conversation. Her eyes flit to your cowering form and then to Steve’s protective one. “You guys have fun with… this.”

It takes all of ten seconds for the others to follow behind them. Dustin and Eddie file through the Harrington family barbecue together, filling their decorative paper plates like they’re at an actual buffet. Mike and Will walk on pale, lanky legs around the yard — stopping once to talk to Max and El, then again by the pool with Lucas and Erica.

You and Steve are the only ones still sitting, but he hugs you to him like you aren’t. 

You can feel the early summer breeze on your skin now, without the crowd of teenagers suffocating you. You can hear the whispering wind, and the gentle humming of his pool, and the sounds of quieter conversation in the distance. You can breathe again. Almost. Still slightly strangled by a distant worry that Steve can read from here.

“Are you hungry?” he wonders cautiously, ‘cause he knows how you are about food. You haven’t let him in on the extent of it yet, but he knows it’s there, so he’s obscenely patient with you accordingly.

You glance once over your shoulder — at the tables of grilled meat and food cooked with love. Your stomach rolls with a distant ache, an empty one. You turn back to Steve and shrink under the weight of his honey-eyed stare. “Um… Kinda,” you confess in a mousy voice, shifting on the wooden bench.

His eyes widen in a soft look of surprise. You usually take a little more coaxing than that. 

“Want me to make you a plate?” he offers, squeezing your shoulder with a gentle hand. His pink lips quirk in a sympathetic smile. “We can take it up to my room if you want— get away from all these freaks.”

Your chest warms at his efforts to accommodate you. The way he loves you makes you brave. 

“That’s okay,” you shrug, trying to be cool even though your voice trembles. “We can... We can stay down here.”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. It bubbles up like sunshine until he’s beaming with it. 

It took you months to feel comfortable enough to eat in front of just him. And here you are now, utterly adored and finally brave enough to eat with all the rest of his shithead friends around.

“Yeah?” he hums, still smiling.

“Yeah,” you nod, gaze averted to your hands, which are wringing something fierce in your lap. You force a small laugh. “But it wouldn’t be, like, totally lame if I asked you to come with me, would it?”

Steve scoffs. “Like you even have to. I’m not let you get to the corndogs before me,” he jokes and rises from the creaking bench. “We’ll be lucky if Robin and Henderson don’t eat ‘em all first.”

He gets you laughing so you don’t think twice about meandering across the yard with him — about the eyes that are or are not watching you, or the weird way you are or are not walking. 

And because he keeps you laughing (and largely unthinking), you end up stacking your plate with more food than Steve’s ever seen you eat in public before. He almost mentions it. Almost. But he opts to keep his pride to himself, instead, lest he ruin the moment.

You return to the picnic table with all his friends, noticeably less anxious about being so squished together than before. 

And maybe it’s because Dustin and Eddie can’t eat anything without being sloppy — or maybe it’s because Will’s keeping you distracted with talks of his newest D&D campaign — but you down your food with more ease than Steve’s ever seen from you. Unworried about the crumbs sticking to your fingers and the very corner of your mouth. Completely and utterly comfortable here with him, and with everyone else around you.

The sight makes his heart swell. 

It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

He catches you alone for the first time when you’re tossing empty plates. It’s not exactly the most ideal spot to steal a kiss from you — by the deck, next to the garbage bins — but it’s the first either of you have been out of sight from prying eyes all day. 

So, Steve takes the opportunity and grabs it. Literally. He cradles your wrist in a gentle hand and ushers you closer towards him. Your feet stumble in the tall grass. The tip of his nose brushes the bridge of yours, and you flinch. 

“I taste like cheeseburger,” you laugh.

“I don’t care,” Steve shrugs, face screwed, visibly mourning your mouth. “I taste like barbecue. Who gives a shit?”

He ducks down to kiss you again. And this time, you let him. 

He kisses you harder than you anticipated — a long and languid peck that takes your breath away. He tastes faintly of all the food he’d eaten before, something savory and strawberry sweet. It leaves you dizzy when he pulls away, lips smacking softly as they part.

“What was that for?” you wonder breathlessly a moment later.

Steve bounces his shoulder in a lazy shrug. His kissed lips quirk in a lopsided smile. “Nothin’. I’m just… I’m just proud of you, I guess.”

He doesn’t elaborate any further. He doesn’t have to. You cower at the notion of being perceived and scrunch your nose in disdain. “For being a normal person?” you joke with a cynical scoff. “For once?”

“No. For doing something that was hard for you,” Steve argues, still smiling. His hands rest warm and wide on the outside of your elbows. His thumbs rub softly along the skin there. “And for lookin’ real cute while you were doing it, too.”

You squint, trying hard not to smile at his smiling. 

“Stop flirting with me,” you grouse.

The boy’s pink lips jut in a playful pout. “But why?” he whines. “That’s, like, my favorite pastime.”

[victoria-grimesss]

Hi ❤️🥰🫶🏻 I really love your writing style and enjoy all your content. Sorry if this is a bothersome question but your name and Norman profile picture made me curious…. Would you be willing to write some headcanons for Daryl? Hope you have a nice week 🙏🏻

Daryl Dixon Headcanons SFW & NSFW

masterlist ->Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader ->Warning: MDNI! fluff and some smut ->A/N: Thanks for the request, TWD was my first fandom so I’m always down to write for it, especially Daryl. :) I just did some general Fem!Reader ones since that's what I mainly write for but DO let me know if there's any other specific ones you'd like to see. I also hope you have a nice week! Sorry this took so long!

SFW:

He would show affection through acts of service, (getting you something you needed during a run, fixing something around the house that you mentioned was broken, or cleaning your gun if you were too busy to do it. He has a lot to think about throughout the day, but he keeps tabs on things you like or need, he’s always thinking about you.

Around Alexandria when you both were there you would both spend a-lot of time in silence together just being in each others presence. He would be working on his bike and you would be reading a book just being together.

In general, there becomes an almost rhythm to your relationship, you walk together, eat together, go on runs together, most of the time you both just enjoy simply being together. Having the privilege to be alive and be next to one other. Eventually people start assuming one doesn't go somewhere without the other, "Y/N and Daryl this, Y/N and Daryl that. It's cute.

Not a fan of PDA, he was never that kind of person but he likes it when you fix a piece of his hair that's out of line, or adjust his vest so it sits better on him. He likes to know you care, he does get butterflies when you call him handsome even though he doesn't show it. Aside from a little smile and a dip of his head, "You don't know what you're talkin' bout girl.

He always admires your strength, you've made it this far and he admires the skills you've picked up along the way. Someone is doing something wrong that you're a pro at? "You're doing that wrong ya know, let me get Y/N, she'll show you how to do it right."

He always had a crush on you, always was looking out for you. You caught his eyes lingering quite some times over the campfire before you were both together, he's look away quick but he knew you saw. What can he say, he loved seeing you blush.

Once you're together he's less reserved about his staring and you'll catch his eyes roaming your body more than a couple times.

Not a master in flirting whatsoever but when he held out his hand, arm all the way outstretched to give you a bundle of wildflowers you were a goner. "Got ya these, said you liked em' found some while I was out."

He's a light sleeper but he loves to lay on your chest and feel you run your fingers through his hair it knocks him out in five minutes minimum.

Will avoid the regular medics in town and just come right to you, you've stitched him up for this long and he likes it when you fix him up and scold him at the same time for not being more careful.

"D, honey this is going to need stiches.."

"I know, you can just do it, you do it the same way as the doctors anyway."

"Fine, just- only if you get some antibiotics. Can't have you dying on me from a fuckin infection."

"Yea whatever you want girl."

Knows you can handle yourself but he always has an eye out for you when you're out on runs or outside the walls.

Boosts his ego when you ask him to flex and you swoon.

You both never got properly married, you haven't gotten around to finding rings but when a new group entered the town you just said you were his wife for simplicities sake and because why not you've been together so long and everyone else thinks of you two married. Loves hearing people call you Y/N Dixon.

NFSW:

He's home late often, it's a normal occurrence but sometimes when he's gone for a good long while and you hear his boots finally trudging up the stairs you get a little giddy, butterflies filling your stomach and you grow warmer just thinking about having him back in bed.

This can go one of two ways; number one is you welcome him into bed slowly, it's raining and he's cold to the bone just wanting to warm up with you. The room is dark and only the moonlight illuminates his broad shoulders as his body leans over yours, hips rolling into you with a smooth and rhythmic motion. His arms caging you in so your whole field of vision and mind is filled with him. His head would dip to your ear, teeth biting at your neck. "Missed ya', thought about you a lot on the way back."

The second way is when he's frustrated, the run didn't go how he wanted, didn't find enough, he's pent up more than usual and you welcome his release of energy with open arms. He's got one hand on your hips and the other gripping the headboard, knuckles turned white from gripping it trying to maintain some kind of composure when he's driving himself deeper inside you, eyes dark as your nails bite at his chest. Damp hair hanging in his face and the room is filled with the noise of your heavy breathing and the wetness between the both of you. "You like that? Fuck, yea ya do."

He prefers being together in the privacy of your own home, where he can put his undivided attention all on you. But that doesn't mean you both don't get creative.. you've fucked in almost every room, you both agreed the attic was just too out there, insulation is the biggest mood killer.

He's always been a man for quick showers, get clean and get out. But one time you were both on a time crunch and you had a great idea to share the shower, save water right? He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, the way the soap and water kept gliding over your body had him hard in like 0.5 seconds so needless to say you were late, something about making out underneath the stream of water added something he couldn't get enough of. Bruises on the back of your thighs from him fucking you against the shower wall lingered for some time.

He loves seeing you get ready in the morning, he's got the perfect view from the bed into the bathroom to watch the whole process, sometimes if he's feeling extra needy he'll come into the bathroom and gently bend you over, bringing himself out of his sweatpants and watching your face through the mirror as he slides himself in.

More than once he's thought about you riding him on his bike, with you just wearing his vest. While it's stationary of course, he's not that reckless.

Definitely does not care if you're on your period, you really think a little blood will stop him if you both want each other? Hell no. He didn't understand why you thought it was an issue the first time it came up.

Not incredibly jealous but it creeps in on him sometimes, when a new guy shows you a little more attention than he liked he gets cold with you later that day. Not because he thinks you'll cheat on him or the guy might make a move but that he thinks he himself isn't good enough for you, which you just won't stand for so on a few separate occasions you'll set him down on the couch and get down on your knees and remind him how much you love him.

He's a man that respects his woman so he's more than happy to return the favor, hands held tight on your thighs that are wrapped around his head, his tongue darting around and his lips wrapping around you and pulling his favorite noises from you. "Look at you, fuck, gonna cum for me? Atta girl."

He's careful about where he finishes, he wants nothing more than to dive completely into you and let you take all of him but if you're both not ready for what may come from that he's fine with painting your stomach or more preferably your chest, he's a tits guys for sure.

Aftercare is quiet and calm with him, both of you cleaned up and your head on his chest, the window is open to cool you both down and so the smoke from his after sex cigarette can sneak out.

[daechvvitas]

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

how i think each member would be like as a boyfriend part one - hyung line edition

WARNINGS: mentions of daddy k ink, praise k ink, brat taming, d*ggystyle, oral, bee dee ess em, degradation

A/N: this is a mixture of sfw/nsfw. thanks for requesting, anon! minors, dni.

NAMJOON

He's the most self conscious about the songs he writes about you. You're his biggest source of inspiration, so that means he wants the lyrics to be perfect. It throws him off kilter because normally, he can write a song in one sitting. Even in an ER room. But when they're about you, it's different. He likes the challenge, though. He feels like it makes him a better writer.

He points out baby shoes and clothing to you every time you guys are at a store. He's still not sure if he wants to have a kid or not but he can't help but still find the items super fucking adorable.

He has a bit of a daddy k ink. He never thought he would been into it but the first time it slipped out of your mouth, his brain went to static and he fucked you harder than he'd ever done before.

He buys you books specifically curated to your taste. Even more, he buys himself a copy too so that he can keep up with what you like.

He talks you through sex. It's full of a lot of praise and encouragement. "Look how good you're taking me" and the sorts. He also loves hearing validation from you that it feels good and he's doing well.

He hates when the two of you argue but he physically cannot stop himself from having the last word. What can I say? The man likes to be right. And sometimes, that stubbornness can lead to huge blow outs. He always makes it up to you, though. After a cool-off period, he'll come back with calmer logic and won't rest until the situation is resolved.

SEOKJIN

He always makes you meals, even when his schedule is insane. If he has to wake up in the wee hours to have it cooked and waiting in the fridge for you, then so be it.

He's a brat tamer. And he's damn good at it. Even if you don't have a particularly submissive nature, he'll have you a whimpering, shaking mess by the end of the night. But those intense nights come with the best aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make you food, and give you a ton of cuddles.

He's insistent on doing things for you, even if it annoys you. Grabbing things from high places, opening doors... You name it. He just likes showing how much he cares about you through action.

He's the type to jokingly rile you up but then end up actually getting really mad, which leads to arguments that could have been avoided.

Unfortunately, he has a bit of the gamer boyfriend syndrome. He does not like being interrupted when he's playing his games. He is a sucker for you, though. So he's willing to free up one of his hands to give you the attention you so desperately want. And no, he doesn't plan on muting his mic so you better keep those moans quiet.

He takes personal offense if he's not your bias or if you rocking any BT21 character that isn't RJ. He'll definitely give you a playful but bombastic side eye until you either change or admit that he is the only option to be your bias.

YOONGI

He wouldn't consider himself a 'romantic' but he shows that he cares through quality time. Even if you're just in the living room watching a show, he'll always quietly sit next to you. Just so you know he's always there.

Alternatively, he loves when you do the same. His genius lab is a sacred place that even his members don't dare to enter unless it's for work. But for you? It's an open door policy. Your presence motivates him more than it distracts him.

Speaking of his studio, the two of you have definitely fucked there. Multiple times. The first time it happened was just sort of a spur of the moment type of things but now, you live to bend over for him, chest pressed against the knobs of his music equipment as he thrusts into you.

He shares his food with you without any complaints or annoyance. If he notices you want a taste of whatever he has, he immediately offers it to you. Not even just a bite, either. He'll give you the whole thing.

He likes taking his time with you. There's a lot of foreplay where the tongue technology comes in hand. He loves to lick you, taste you, make you fall apart with just his mouth.

He prefers dates at home over dates out of the house, but he'll indulge you if you really want a night out. However, his ideal night would be cooking you both dinner, plenty of whiskey, and of course, you.

HOSEOK

Prepare to be touched all the time. Not even just sexually (though we'll get to that). He's just a very touchy feely boyfriend. Cheek kisses, hugs from behind, gripping your thigh. He just wants to feel your skin against his.

He loves sharing tea with you. He remembers every single piece of gossip you tell him, even if he doesn't know the parties involved, and enthusiastically picks whatever side you're on. In return, he always keeps you updated on the drama and insanity of his members' lives. There's really no secrets between you both.

He's a dom, for sure. When it's just the two of you behind closed doors, he feels comfortable enough to strip back the sunshine side and get to play with the darker side of him without judgement. He also finds it so hot that you trust him enough to go on wilder extremes together — tying you up, blindfolding you, spanking you. He craves having control over you.

His favorite form of aftercare is giving you a massage. Typically, he has you folded up like a pretzel as he has his way with you. So making sure your body is taken care of afterwards is of utmost importance. As he massages you, he likes to sweetly shower you with compliments just so you know that any degradation that occurred during sex does not hold true in real life.

He's the first to like your social media posts. Yes, he has notifications on just to make sure he's the first. It could be a selfie or a random picture of the sky and he's the first on the post, showering you with emojis.

Sometimes, he needs personal space. You didn't do anything wrong. But when things get hard at work or overwhelming in his personal life, he has the tendency to retract instead of engage. He doesn't ever have the heart to tell you that but you can tell by the short answers or less enthused interactions. The best thing you can do is give him that space to work through his head.

[yuriisclumsy]

HELLO !! I SEE THAT YOU WRITE FOR CALE HENITUSE :d you've got good taste that man makes me feral i love that unbelievable idiot :D

Whadoyyathink about Cale being with someone who's weaker than him but she's kinda useful (one of pookie's powers is to boost someone's abilities, it generally doesn't matter if the one she's aiding doesn't have magical powers, they just have to be good at something like for example, painting and swordsmanship—she can enhance their ability and knowledge temporarily).

She's a mage that's dying the more she exploits her mana. She tried to not use too much, but in a reality where she and everyone suddenly got thrusted into war? She couldn't help but use, use, use.

None of em knew her degrading lifespan until one day she just told em casually when the gang asks wtf is wrong w u why do you look like u r boutta die and why do you keep passing out sometimes

If this is too much feel free to ignore, though thank you for reading :D

Will you stay by my side forever?

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,443

[Authors Note]: This thing took me so long to make because I couldn't figure out what setting to write it on. Besides getting a bit tired of only writing for Cale back when I was consistent with the requests. But, hi! I'm back! At least just for this one. This request is back from May 💀. I still have two more, one from June, the other from July. So I might come back and do those. Do people want a part 4 for Love's Dance?

»»►Ouuu, what a fun scenario.

»»►Apologies in advance if it’s a bit weird, haven’t read or written for Cale in a while, so I might have lost my touch.

»»►Warning (I never really do these, but I thought it would be appropriate): could be inaccurate to the Henituse War Arc because I have yet to read it.

»»►Also, the POV is different on this one.

Dragons.

Powerful beings, capable of destroying us all if they wanted to.

One thing they weren’t meant for was to let humans ride them and control them like animals. They had far greater intelligence than any being in existence. 

So why should they submit to us?

The skies are filled with erratic bat-winged lizards; their flames and roars were scattered all over the field.

This was a war.

Dragons…What pesky creatures. I already have one to deal with, I don’t need more.

“Choi Han!”

“Yes, Master Cale?” said man came within seconds and kneeled in front of him.

“I need you to scout out the area in the east for me,” I commanded.

“On it,” and with that, he left as fast as he came.

I already know how all of this will pan out, but a little safety never hurt no one…

“Master Cale!”

“Hmm?” I turned to see one of the city guards running in a hurry towards me. “What is it? Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I-it’s lady [Name]! S-hes…” the guard gasped for air from the run.

“Easy, calm down… Now tell me, what’s wrong with [Name]?” I patted him in the back.

Recuperating the lost oxygen, the guard went serious and looked at me. “Lady [Name] has lost a great deal of blood and fainted..! S-she just started to cough and— M-master Cale–? Where are you going?!” The Guard shouted at me, but all noise was shut down by my mind.

That instinct to check on those you care about kicked in the moment I heard the word blood being uttered.

I ran.

Ran, and ran, until I was able to see the camp where she had been stationed at by me. A camp far from the battlefield, but close enough for me to constantly check-up on her.

How could a thing like this happen to me? I had just checked on you a few hours ago, so why? Why are you suddenly bleeding?

The men there stood aside as I ran past them. They understood not to be on my way with the expression I wore on my face.

“Where is she?!” I yelled to the men crowding a tent. I already knew my answer when they looked at me  and then at the inside with sad expressions.

I burst in and scanned the area to look for the woman I ran miles to see. I paused. There, on a bed on the far corner of the shelter, was her. [Name]. Medics surrounded her with yet more sad faces.

I walked slowly towards them, not wanting to know if what I had in my mind were to be true. “Is she alright?” I asked when I was a mere few feet away from the bed.

The head doctor looked at me with furrowed brows and sighed. He then gave me a smile when he saw my eyes, filled with worry.

“She is fine,” he said. I let the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “But she has lost a great deal of blood. I need her to stay in bed for a few days, and another more of pure rest until I see her health back up again.”

“I see… Thank you.”

“No need, it’s my job,” the doctor looked at the other two, who I believe to be his apprentices, and gestured to them to exit with him. “I’ll leave you alone with her,” he patted my shoulder as he left.

I stood there for a bit, before I went and sat on the bed right next to hers. I stared at her face; the face that made my heart jump from excitement wherever I saw a smile; the face that l would look at and made me feel better instantly; the face that made me fall deeply in love with her.

“...Cale?” a voice rang in my ears which made me snap out of my trance. My eyes meet with hers.

“[Name]...you’re awake,” I let out simply. She smiled at me, relieving me from the aching I had in my heart moments prior. “Are you feeling better?”

She nodded. Her eyes were filled with a love I can’t put in words, stared at mine. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she said sadly.

My eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What are you sorry for? None of this is your fault.”

“...” she stayed silent. She turned her head to the other side, blocking my view of her expression. I knew this move of her’s. She did this whenever she was hiding something. And then I realized something. I hadn’t asked what the cause of the blood was.

“[Name]...” I called to her, “..this wasn’t your fault…was it?”

“...I’m sorry,” she apologized and let out a low sob. “I didn’t want for any of you to find out this way….”

I was in disbelief. What possibly could she have done to cause such blood loss other than a stab wound…had she...?

“[Name], tell me… You didn’t cut yourself, have you?”

She quickly looked at me, “no, of course not, I would never do something as bad as hurting myself!” She reassured me.

That’s good…but that doesn’t answer how she had lost a lot of blood.

“Then…why were you bleeding?”

“...That’s..a long story.”

“I have all day,” I crossed my legs and rested my head on the palm of my hand.

“...”

“...”

She sighted thinking I would give up on the subject, but I’m far too stubborn to give up. “I lost a lot of blood because…”

“Because…?”

“Because of my ability…” she finally said.

“Your ability..? The ability to enhance abilities?” I asked in thought.

“Yes.”

“How exactly does your ability work then?”

“Well, you know that I can upgrade someone's abilities, yes?” I nod, and she continues, “but what I didn’t tell you was the toll it comes with.”

“Toll? Wait, have you been hurting yourself while using your ability?” I accuse her.

“No! Well…yeah, but exactly how you think…” that wasn't very convincing. “Whenever I use my power, it takes energy from my body. The more I use it, the weaker I get.”

“...”

“Please don’t be mad at me…” she pleaded with puppy eyes.

“...I’m not mad.”

“I feel like you are.”

“Well, I’m not,” I straightened my back, “but I will have you permanently stop using that power of yours.”

“What!?” She sat up at lighting speed, and groaned out of pain.

“Don’t sit up so quickly,” I got up and held her back.

“Y-you can’t just…prohibit me from using my power! How else would I be useful to you? How would I earn money!?”

I didn’t say anything. Then an idea came to mind. My ears were burning at the thought.

Taking courage, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat at the word I was about to say.

“...I’m firing you,” I said.

“...Huh?” She looked heartbroken. Oh, how I can’t see you like that. “no…No, no. Please, let me work for you. Please, Cale!” She grabbed my arms in an attempt to make me rethink my decision.

“No, my choice is final,” she was at the brink of crying. “Instead… I want you to stay by my side.”

“What..do you mean?” Her eyes gawk at me with tear drops threatening to spill out.

“Let me rephrase myself so you can understand,” I cleared my throat, “I would like for you to be mine.”

We stared into each others eyes. She shed a tear from before, but not out of frustration, or grief of a lost job, but out of love and affection. She chuckled.

“Is this your way of courting me?”

“Is it bad?”

“No! No, it’s…interesting,” she lowered her head to laugh at my proposal.

“So?” I placed my index finger under her shin and tilted her head to look at me. “Are you going to accept?”

“Hahaha… Yes. I accept,” she gave me the happiest smile I had seen from her.

And in that moment, I knew I was the happiest man alive.

Fin

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[averageludwig]

saw you were open to requests.. twiddles my fingers.. whatchu thinkin about bomb voyage ;)

Holy shit! two gay Europeans! OH man I didn't know this ship existed and I AM IN LOVE thank you for bringing this to my attention ;p one request down!!! keep em coming :D

[fluentmoviequoter]

Proud to Listen

Requested Here!

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!reader

Summary: You perform in a talent show, and your boyfriend Deacon is proud of you for singing a song that means something to you.

1.1k+ words of pure fluff! He is With Us by Love & The Outcome

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“Hondo, 20-Squad’s needed for assistance on a federal raid out in Covina,” Hicks calls as he exits the situation room. “Grab one of Rocker’s guys to fill the gap.”

“What gap?” Luca asks.

Hondo looks to Deacon, who answers, “I’m leaving early.”

“Why?” Street inquires. He gasps when Chris backhands his arm and brings his opposite hand to cradle where she hit him. “What? It was just a question!”

“I’m going to watch a talent show,” Deacon says.

 “You’re abandoning us with Rocker’s guys to watch a talent show. That’s cold, Deac.”

“Your kids?” Luca guesses.

“Not exactly,” Deacon says carefully.

“Your church?”

“It is there, yeah.”

“They’re gonna keep askin’, Deac,” Hondo points out. “May as well let ‘em start getting the questions over with now.”

Deacon nods before he admits, “My girlfriend is singing.”

Hondo smiles as the rest of the team looks at one another and then at Deacon. They knew he’d been on a few dates with someone, but he hadn’t told them that the relationship was getting serious or that he’d moved on to the next step of 'boyfriend/girlfriend.'

“Can I come?” Street asks.

“No, you’ve got work,” Hondo says.

“Deacon’s going!”

“Because his girl is singing, and he asked off weeks ago.”

“Well, if he hadn’t kept it a secret, I could’ve asked off too.”

“Kid,” Hondo warns.

“Guys, I’ll introduce you soon,” Deacon promises. “But I didn’t think dragging you all to watch her sing in front of a crowd would have been the best first impression. And I didn’t tell you that we were getting serious because we’re just getting there.”

“I’m happy for you, Deacon,” Chris says as she wraps her arm around his shoulders.

“Thanks, Chris.”

“We’re all happy for you, even if one of us has a weird way of showing it,” Luca adds.

“She’s already said she wants to meet you guys, too, just not today. We’ll plan something soon, but you need to focus on prepping for the Covina raid,” Deacon reminds them.

“Yes, sir,” Street replies with a pathetic salute. “Enjoy your ‘noon at the theatre.”

“What is wrong with you?” Chris asks under her breath.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Tell her I want to see the video!” Hondo calls after Deacon.

“Why does he get to see it?!” Street yells.

“Hi,” Deacon says as he walks to your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, a little nervous but mostly excited,” you answer honestly.

“You’re going to be amazing. Hondo asked me to record it for him.”

“Of course, he did.”

“I take it you finally picked a song?” Deacon teases, reminding you of the hassle you went through trying to find the perfect song.

“I did. But you’ll have to find out when I’m on stage.”

“Like everyone else?” Deacon asks.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too. I’m going to go get a seat, but you’ve got this, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Deac. I love you.”

Deacon has heard those three words innumerable times since you first said them several weeks ago, but they still impact him just as deeply as the first.

“I love you,” he replies before kissing your temple. “See you after.”

You squeeze his hand before he steps back and leaves to find his seat. With a deep breath, you steady your shoulders and hum the song again. You picked a song you have been listening to and singing constantly over the last few weeks. Even while browsing other popular songs, you were humming it to yourself. So, you’re confident you made the right choice and are excited to perform it outside your car or shower.

After a brief intermission, you peek onto the stage and see Deacon sitting in the second row with a clear view of the stage. He supports you in all you do, but having him here for you now brings you the peace that you need to walk onto the stage and smile at the crowd. Deacon’s smile lights up when your eyes meet his, and as the music starts, you nod at him before losing yourself in the lyrics and what they mean to you.

“Remember when your hope is lost, and faith is shaken. Remember when you wonder if you’re gonna make it. There’s a hand stretched out through your deepest doubt. We can’t pretend to see the ending or what’s coming up ahead, To know the story of tomorrow. But we can stay close to the one who knows.”

As the first chorus begins, you find Deacon again, and he is still smiling, but there’s something else in his eyes. You know his faith is important to him, but you’re still surprised that he seems so touched by the song. Or maybe it’s just that you’re the one singing it.

“We can trust our God. He knows what He’s doing though it might hurt now. We won’t be ruined. It might seem there’s an ocean in between, But He’s holding on to you and me, And He’s never gonna leave, no. He is with us…”

The crowd applauds as you finish the song, and you smile as you exit the stage. There are only a few performers after you, and your eyes remain on Deacon until the announcer dismisses the performers to join their friends and families in the audience. You rush toward Deacon, who pulls you into his arms and hugs you tightly.

“You were amazing!” he cheers. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you, Deacon,” you answer as you step back and sit beside him.

“Even if you don’t win, you should know that you affected every person here. You meant what you were singing, and that’s incredible.”

You nod and whisper another thanks to Deacon as the announcer returns to the stage with an envelope containing the winners’ names. Deacon takes your hand between both of his and holds you tightly. Even if you don’t win, Deacon being proud of you is more than enough reward. Besides, you’d like to sing more songs like this one where people can hear them.

Deacon shakes your hands when your name is called, and he helps you stand so you can walk to the stage and receive your certificate. You don’t hear the nice things that the man awarding you says, but you hope the audience listened to your song, not you, but what you were singing.

“These are for you,” Deacon says, extending a bouquet of flowers.

“Deacon,” you whisper as you take the arrangement.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says again. “What do you want to do? Dinner, movie date, anything you want.”

“Why not both?”

Deacon pulls you into his arms as he says, “For you? I’d do it all.”

“Even make plans to introduce me to 20-Squad? Because I love Hondo, but the rest of them are your family too.”

“Of course. They’re going to hear all about this, too.”

You drop your forehead against Deacon’s shoulder, but you love that he’s so proud of you. He’s amazing, and you’re grateful to have him by your side.

[ssparksflyy]

BELLS' 500 FOLLOWER + BIRTHDAY EVENT ! ✷༉‧₊˚.

HEYYY POOKIE SHMOOKS THANK YOU SOSO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERSSS ♡ i seriously appreciate every single one of you, you keep me motivated and i thank you for allowing me to post my silly little posts and for supporting me sm :) i meant to do this event when i reached 400 followers.. but when i reached it, a lot of people were announcing events so i decided to wait a bit so they could get the attention they deserved :) now with 500 (nd my birthday coming up) i decided to finally do this event as a way to get me up a running again after the break i took :D i hope you enjoy this event and once again , thank you so much !! ily !!!

CERAMIC UNICORNS —

ill make you a moodboard based off your blog, a character, a ship, anything you'd like !!

CMON BLONDIE ! —

(moots only !) where we would go on a friendly date ♡

FLOATING LANTERNS —

ill write you a short blurb (romantic or platonic) for whoever u wish

FLYNN RIDER EUGENE FITZHERBERT —

(moots only !) what duo do i think we are most like ?

FRYING PAN —

ill assign you a random poster from the many i want to hang in my room >ᴗ<

HERE COMES THE SMOLDER —

ill give you an outfit based on you blog's aesthetic ! (include clothing preferences if u want something a little more specific ♡)

MAGIC HAIR —

ill give u a random animal crossing villager i think ur most like (cause i recently started playing again hehe)

MAXIMUS' APPLES —

ill tell you what taylor swift era u remind me of most !

MOTHER KNOWS BEST —

ill give you a 10 song playlist (on spotify) based on your acc, a character, a ship, whatever you'd like :)

PASCAL'S PALS —

ill assign you a plushie i think best fits you ♡

THE LOST PRINCESS —

ill give you a ts song + lyrics that best fits ur vibe !!

THE SNUGGLY DUCKLING —

i'll tell u what pjo cabin i think ur in !! ( warning: im stupid :) )

JULY 26 —

(moots only!) ill give u a small love letter to send overseas to you while you fight bravely in the war and i stay home with our two children hoping and praying you'll return safely (its just a love letter lmao)

i literally copied my 200 follower event layout which was inspired by @flowers-for-em so credits to my lovely lovely emma !!

i ask that you keep it to 2 requests per ask please :)

this event will be ending august 15 !

i try to complete requests as quickly as possible but i do ask that you remain patient ( this has never been an issue on my blog but i thought id still mention it ♡♡ )

i hope you enjoy !!

ah yes. the tagging of the mutuals. ( in no particular order but lmk if u wanna be added or taken off !! )

@mqshido @riordanness @hope92100 @jgracie @hopelesslyromanticshark

@flowers-for-em @pinkdiorluvr @lastolympus @s1utlvr @brodieland

@over-the-oceancall @sunnitheapollokid @cinemaconrad @chxcolatefrogs @pumpkinbxtch

@kozumesphone @satelitis @stvrlighttgabss @juneberrie @waitingonher

@maybxlle @alexwritingspot @missedyour21st @leovaldezluvr @jvpiterzs

@aezuria @puffoz @mqstermindswift @aryxchse @colettesonpluto @starrynightmovietheatre

[moralesmilesanhour]

I saw your requests were open! I've seen in some concept art that Miles is trying out watercolor, can you (when you have the time and if you want to, ofc) please write a reader (Gn or fem) who is really good at watercolor and is a artist and teaches him? Either romantic or platonic work :D thank you, I love your work so much!!!

omg wait I used to do watercolor I still have the paints at home...hold my beer (I went with platonic)

Miles sucked his teeth as the pinks, blues, and green he had just put down ran together and formed a puddle in the middle of the paper.

No matter how many YouTube videos he sped through, he couldn't seem to grasp how the disembodied hand on his screen could lay down all that color (without the paper shriveling up like a raisin) and manage to sculpt it into something...comprehensible.

Just then, he remembered the scanned painting you had sent him the other day. It was a vibrant forest, dotted with bright neon flowers and birds dozing off in high branches. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how you managed to capture beams of sunlight in your heavy sketchbook and needed to learn your secrets, so he'd borrowed some leftover paints.

Miles had already mastered sketching, and knew his way around a box of markers. He could even command a messy can of spray paint. What's a bit of watery paint?

...A lot, it turns out. At any rate, he knew just who to call.

After a few beeps, your face appeared onscreen.

You were still in bed, surrounded by an army of stuffed animals with a sleeping mask pushed up to your forehead. Miles made a 'tsk' sound. It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Rise and shine, bestie!" he announced loudly into his phone speaker.

"What do you want?" you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"This watercolor shit is blowing my mind right now, and I need your expertise. Look!"

Miles flipped the camera to show you the blob of what was now a bright indigo pooled in the middle of his would-be masterpiece.

You squinted. "Jesus. Is that in your regular sketchbook, where you do the markers and shit?"

"Yup."

"Well, there's your first problem. You're using the wrong kinda paper."

"So that's why no one in those videos fucks it up? Noted,"

He reversed the camera again.

"What about the colors? Mine keep running together when I don't want 'em to."

This made you laugh, imagining Miles slapping a ton of different colors on top of a sketch like a child learning to paint in kindergarten for the first time, thinking that he knew what he was doing. He was never the patient type, preferring fast and loose marks with sharp edges. No piece of his was ever allowed an "ugly stage"; it either worked immediately or it would end up crumpled into a ball in the trash.

Oh boy, was he was gonna learn today.

You could see Miles pouting through the camera.

"What's so funny?"

"Miles," you snorted, "did you let the first layer dry before adding more colors?"

His eyes widened in realization, triggering more peals of laughter.

"I just wet the whole page, then started coloring! How was I supposed to know?"

"It's water, dumbass! It's not like your lil' Copic markers--"

"Prismacolor--"

"Whatever. Anyways, gimme fifteen minutes, I'm coming over to save you before you flood your entire room."

[shoukiko]

idk if your requests are still open (sorry if they aren't!! m(_ _)m) but if they are, could i get some headcanons for the ghosts boys? thank yoouuu (* ^ ω ^)

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES ANYTHING!!!!!!!! BARKBARKRBRAKBRAKBRAKRAKBRA

(I didn't know if I should write about Ajax and Elias or not;;;;)

Call of Duty: Ghosts Headcanons!!!

Keegan

He's good as his job, always getting shit done.

but oh my god is he a bad influence on you

"Want a shot?" "I'm not 21 yet, Keegan." "I asked if you wanted a shot, not how old you were."

On roadtrips he's never allowed to drive, but he will backseat drive. "You should take this highway instead" "I know a faster way" "If you go down this road you could probably reach it easier"

Snores when he's asleep, I feel like he may have sleep apnea or something like that.

HE'S REALLY LOUD TOOOO

Mumbling in his sleep if he's asleep in a chair

That's another thing, he can fall asleep literally anywhere. Chair? Yes. Under the bed? Yes. Under a table? Yes.

He has sharp canines, I don't make the rules. He uses them to open things

He LOVES your scent, he likes having just one thing of yours just to hold and have near.

I don't think he would call you Kid if he was interested in you, I think he'd stick with your name or "Hun". Unless you're older than him, then he uses generic shit like "Babe"

A man of a few words, he gives short answers, pretty blunt, but in text he will ramble on and on~

He likes writing, he finds that it's easier for him to process his words and gives him time to think.

Logan

Good boy, very good and well behaved boy.

Grown man, but good boy

He's actually really mischievous, they took a trip (The team) to Italy while on leave and when visiting the Tower of Pisa he offered to take Keegans photo.

Gesturing for him to lean, pose, scooch back, just so he can get the perfect photo.

Only for him to take it, snickering to himself because he made Keegan pose extremely far from the tower so the photo just looks silly.

Keegan had a good laugh about it, only after he put Logan into a headlock

He does the same to Hesh, always asking for some water, then being like "I didn't ask for this" so Hesh takes it back and when he comes back empty handed Logan is like "Water?"

He's very quiet, way more than Keegan.

He only gives nods or gestures, speaks when he needs to though, like in call outs and such.

He'd call you Love

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear

Can you imagine Cody Callahan doing that? Kill me plz

Hesh

HE HAS A THING FOR HANDS I JUST KNOW IT, I JUST KNOW IT YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!!!

HE LOVES HOLDING YOUR HAND AND JUST RUBBING YOUR FINGERS

YOU CAN FEEL HOW ROUGH HIS CALLUSES ARE

HE TILTS HIS HEAD WHEN HE LOOKS AT YOU BECAUSE HE IS JUST SO ENAMOURED WITH YOU

CAN YOU TELL I LOVE HESH, CAN YOU????

He's a gamer boy, console only. Xbox..... Don't argue with me (You can have your own I was /j)

Before shaving his head, he had a hairstyle similar to DJ Pauly D. Let's keep it shaved.

He refuses to have a mustache, just straight up refuses. He will shave the minute he sees it coming in.

Beard or Goatees are pushing it, but he shaves anyways (except the sideburns of course)

That man loves veggies, he's the type to just steam a bunch of em and that's his dinner. Literally just that.

He likes stealing food from you, picking from your plate. If you don't like something, you best believe he's there eating it for you

"David, I'm full" "Give it here, babe."

Merrick

His memory is impeccable

He will always rememebr your favorite things

He's not big on gift giving, but when he does give gifts they're incredibly thoughtful.

Drives a really beat down pickup truck

Calls it his baby girl

Don't judge him >:(

Resting bitch face, eyebrows always furrowed

But then he sees you and his expression softens because he just loves seeing you.

Has the heartiest laugh imaginable, slaps his knee when laughing too

Asks for help putting on his face paint :((((

He just wants a reason to be touched by you

Kick

Earbuds in 24/7 when not on a mission.

He needs music to function!!!

He's the type to put on some hardcore music and pretend he's fighting someone, like the people that imagine their own animation edit when listening to a song they like

He sneaks food to Riley sometimes, when they're all eating, he's the one throwing stuff on the floor for him

Unironically uses "COWABUNGA"

He's just a lil.... ya know... right? Just a little (He's gay)

Kinda short, like 5'6-5'8

Has ADHD

Wears insoles (hims feet hort)

I know he doesn't have a name, but his name is now Hunter Cameron and his last name is Miller

Has freckles and a chipped front tooth

That's all I got :3

for now :3

[megantheebaddest]

do oje where they go to a bonfire party and rafes friends and reader r playing t or d and evb notices shes rlllyyyy drunk so while rafe isnt there they say stuff like “i dare u to touch ur wlbows tg” and keep going until eventually rafes coming back n teaches em a lesson

a/n: Thank you for this request i liked this one 🤣

Truth Or Dare

“Just one more drink Rafey? Please?” You were in Rafes lap begging. He shook his head ‘no’ while still looking forward completely unbothered.

“I’ll do anything. Just one last one” You begged one more time with doe eyes.

Rafe chuckled. “You don’t think that sounds like a problem? You’ll do anything?” He raised an eyebrow.

You shook you’re head ‘yes’ and smiled your beautiful smile.

“Fine brat.” He huffed. He got up to head to the makeshift bar.

“Okay Y/n.. Truth or dare” Topper asked.

“Dare” you smiled.

The boys all looked at each other and smiled.

“Okay I dare you to…” Tooper trailed off as he was thinking. He snapped his fingers “Oh i dare you to do 5 jumping jacks” He said as they all giggled. Them giggling made you laugh out loud. “Odd but okay”. You started doing them and all of their eyes widened. Your tits were bouncing up and down dramatically. Your left one was almost flying out.

“Alright I dare you to…” Topper threw his cup past you. “Pick up my cup please?” He smiled. You were too drunk to realize that was a second dare in a row. You playfully rolled your eyes. You turned around and bent over to get the cup. All the guys laughed at the fact they pretty much had control of your actions.

“Alright now i dare you to touch your elbows together” Topper said busting out laughing. All the other guys laughed as you tried to process it and think how to go about it.

Your elbows just pressed together when you were interrupted.

“No Y/n” Rafe sternly said.

Topper turned around quickly.

“What the fuck do you guys think she is? A circus animal?” Rafe was pissed.

“Look man we were only messing around” Topper smirked a little too cocky for Rafes liking. Rafe pulled back and blasted topper in the face.

“Rafe! Stop!” You screamed rushing towards them. You shoved Rafe away and he pulled you close with him.

“Let’s go baby”

[vixensbrainrotts]

HIII love ur hcs and stories sm 😩😩

can i request a smoker and skater reader x mikey where she teaches mikey to skate?

AAAAA THANK YOU IN ADVANCE (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Hit the Curb, Baby! - Manjiro <Mikey> Sano

Content: Ask- based

Warnings: smoking, allusion of an accident (?), not proof read

Summary: Mikey’s always admired your skating skills, so come the day you finny agree to teach him, he’s over the moon.

Vixens two cents: I absolutely can! Thank you so much for asking, I loved writing this one! (and it was a lot more casual than what all else is in my drafts right now.) I’m glad to know you’re enjoying my content :D. Feel free to let me know if you think of anything else, or if you have any thoughts about this one! As always- REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Now enjoy!!

“Watch your feet you dunce, you’re gonna kiss the concrete and crack your skull if you don’t.” You snark from where you’re sitting on the curb, a sharp exhale of smog billowed up in front of you, shrouding Mikey from your sight.

Mikey groaned in response, stepping off the board and throwing his head back into his neck like a toddler would. Snapping upright again he inspects the skateboard closely. How in the world can he swerve lane to lane on a two-wheel high-speed vehicle, but fails to stand straight on what is essentially a piece of wood with four wheels?

You chuckle as you got up, slipping your jacket off your shoulders and approaching him. “Before you do something dumb again, lemme show you.” Mikey looked at you curtly before obeying and stepping away, giving you some space. He inspected you closely as you took a drag from your cigarette and blew it away from him, keeping the cig tucked in your left hand as you approached.

“Look, It’s not that hard, you just have to keep your chest up and your feet parallel, shoulder width apart.” You step onto the board leisurely, rocking back and forth to prove a point.

“Come here.” You guide him to stand in front of you, looking down on him from atop the starter board. “Oh, wow I’m taller than you for once.” You mutter and smile slightly.

Mikey’s stomach tingles weirdly when you say that, and his eyes dart up to yours, trying to find a trace of anything akin to the way he felt. Wordlessly he obeyed and stepped in front of you.

“Good. Alright. Now match your feet to be the same distance apart as mine.” You spoke and took one last drag from the cig, flicking it into the nearby gutter with excellent precision.

Again, Mikey followed your orders, shuffling his feet to be about as far apart as yours were on the board. He looked down to check the distance, and then looked up at you again, waiting for your approval.

You gave him a satisfied nod and reached out both your hands. “Take ‘em.” His eyes widened a tiny bit, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice how clammy his hands were. Despite the worries he grabbed your hands and let you guide him.

“Replace your feet with where mine stood.” Your voice was lower due to proximity, and the way that you looked at him when he rose to a stand on the board made his stomach flip.

Looking down at you he once again momentarily realized just how close you two stood, and his mind started racing.

Did he put on deodorant earlier? What about cologne? Surely it’s worn off by now… did he even manage to brush his teeth after breakfast? Yeah, he did- but he had some snacks earlier so that’s down the gutter for sure.

He was snapped out of his daze by the loss of warm skin contact as you pulled your hands away from his, letting him stand on his own.

“Good.” You said as you stepped away, watching him balance his weight on his own. “Just stand there for now.” You said, and as you spoke Mikey started focusing more on what was happening around him. He looked down at his feet that stood sort of securely on the board, and let his gaze drift from his torn-apart sneakers to the street, the curb you were sitting on, the path you two walked down earlier, and finally the sigle lamp that lit up the lonely road you two were on.

„Rock your feet back and forth, shift your weight like you’re reeling up for a kick.“ You urged him a little, keenly waiting for him to move. He took your advice wordlessly, not daring to move anything you didnt tell him to move.

Carefully, he looked down at his feet again and pretended that he was about to kick some nerds face in, softly and slowly shifting back and forth on the board. You hummed in approval, and Mikey’s ears perked at the sound.

“There you go.” You said and stepped closer to him again. “Tighten your core and set your shoulders back, I’m gonna push you forward so don’t resist.” Mikey felt his skin tingle where you touched him at the waist, warm hands firmly grabbing his torso and stepping close to his body.

“Ready?” You asked and he gave a determined nod. “Let’s go.” Despite the warnings you gave him, Mikey still flailed little when you started pushing him, the smooth concrete beneath him sounding in the signature rumble underneath the wheels.

You laughed a little when he caught his balance, assuring him that “I’ve got you.” Mikey breathed shortly and allowed himself to get used to the feeling, to remember how his feet were positioned, and more importantly how your hands felt on his waist.

“I’m letting go, just roll for now, we’ll get you used to standing first, yeah?” You say, a little louder due to the noise, and with one last push, you stay standing and sent him on his way.

Standing alone and tall on the board, Mikey felt like he was on top of the world. Confidently he stood and glided down the street a bit further before the acceleration slowed and he rolled to a stop.

“I did it!” He exclaimed, still standing half-frozen atop the skateboard, not daring to move in fear of falling. He heard you approach him from behind and cautiously turned his head to look at you. You carried a soft, sweet expression as you looked at him with a proud smile. “You did! How was that?”

“Great! Again!” His smile was cherry and wide across his face, and he was sure he looked like an idiot right now but he really didn’t care. Not when he had you here, teaching him one of your passions.

“Again?” You asked and reached for your back pocket, producing a box of cigarettes out of nowhere, flicking the lid up and taking one out, letting it dangle from between your lips. “Yes, again!” Mikey replied, still not having moved from his position.

“Alright Tony Hawk, let’s get you back to starting position then.” You smiled as you offered him a hand, the other reaching in your jacket that you had shrugged on again and taking out a lighter.

Mikey took your hand graciously and got off, only sort of stumbling once his feet met solid ground again. He picked up your skateboard and tucked it under his arm, straightening and looking to you again.

The little flame produced from your lighter flickered across your pretty features, casting a shadow under your eyebrows and across your nose. You inhaled, lighting the tabac with a crackling noise, and then looked at him. Your eyes met, and Mikey felt his breath hitch, his hand tightening a tad around yours.

You smiled at him wordlessly and let the flame die, tucking both the box and the lighter away again, and turning to walk back to your curb. Mikey watched you, heart stuck beating out of his throat until he felt a tug at his hand, making him fall forward and into step with your pace.

You hadn’t let go. So, hand in hand the two of you returned to your curb, and you continued to puff and laugh and push, and he continued to wobble and stand and glide and walk back giddily joining your hands together.

[championleonsslut]

That last thing you wrote tells me you're fine with writing NSFW, soooooooooo how about some sexy headcanons, huh? How does Leon make love? ;3

(You're doing GREAT, sweetie)

Thank you for another great request, anon! You never disappoint! Just to cover everything, I’ve decided to do a NSFW alphabet. Hope you don’t mind! :)

Leon NSFW Alphabet

Implied AFAB reader, nsfw ahead, you’ve been warned. Slight mention of pregnancy

A = Aftercare:

Leon is such a sweet guy. Of course he’s taking the time to take care of you after he rearranged your guts. He’s praising you, helping clean you off, getting you water. Anything you need, he’s getting it.

And if you want another round… He won’t complain. ;)

B = Body Part:

On himself, it’s a few. He does love his hair, and puts great time and effort into taking care of it. Please pull on it, he will moan like you haven’t had sex in months. He does also adore his chest area. First off, he’s got some BAZONGAS, of course he’d proud of it. His nipples are quite sensitive, pull on them. Lick them. Chomp em’, even. And of course, that massive dick he’s gonna wreck you with. But we’ll get to that later ;)

As for you. Again, the chest area. Doesn’t care how big your tits are, he just wants em. He’s chowing down on them during foreplay, and during the act. But also, thighs. Sigh. Leon has one thought on his mind when he goes down on you. Chomp and squeeze your thighs.

C = Cum:

Boy oh boy. This man would love to cum inside you. Filling you up with his warm seed. Seeing it ooze out afterwards. (Not on his watch, he’s shoving it back in with his fingers) and the ever possibility of perhaps getting you pregnant, and fully claiming you in his eyes. (We’ll come back to that later too)

But of course, if you don’t want that, or you’re not on birth control. He’ll cum somewhere else. He quite likes cumming in your mouth, and watching you swallow it, or painting your body with it.

D = Dirty Secret

Leon and you are very open with one another about your sex lives. What you like, what you don’t like…

But that being said… he does hide a few things he’s minorly ashamed of.

Sometimes… he gets a little horny during the night, and sometimes… you’re already asleep. So he gently ruts against you, trying to reach his high and keep his noises down before you wake up.

E = Experience:

Hoo boy.

Leon is SO busy when he’s champion, he let many, many possible love interests pass by. But not you, you were too special. So naturally. He’s never done this before.

You were kinda surprised when you first found out, but were excited to take the champion’s virginity.

He did his research prior, and may not have asked Raihan for a few tips. Raihan laughed at him first.

And surprisingly, you had a champion time!

F = Favorite Position:

Leon has a few he likes. Missionary is one of them. He likes looking at you while he fucks you, and being able to kiss and hold you during the act.

He’s also a fan of having you lay on your stomach, so he can whisper dirty things in your ear, and maybe yank your hair too. And he does love it when you ride him, and fuck yourself on his dick

And it’s not like he doesn’t fuck you against the wall from time to time. Especially in Wyndon stadium after a particularly good match.

G = Goofy:

Leon is what can be described as a silly little guy. He cracks jokes in the moment, and likes making you laugh as he’s dicking you down. And feel free to giggle at him if he messes up, he’ll laugh too.

H = Hair:

His pubic hair is well groomed, and a little fluffy too. He doesn’t like shaving it off all the way, then it gets itchy and uncomfortable. But he does have a little patch of purple hair, a shade or two darker than those violet locks on his head.

I = Intimacy:

Leon is a bit of a romantic at heart. When he’s railing you, he may not be as sweet during the moment. But during casual sex, or even lovemaking, it’s a different story.

He likes kissing you, praising you, and complimenting you the whole time he’s slowly thrusting inside, watching you unravel in front of him.

J = Jack Off:

Leon is a horny little shit. Before he met you, and when you guys were friends, he occasionally jacked himself off. But once he started getting a crush on you. He couldn’t help but imagine you in these lewd scenarios, and had to relieve the ache. He always felt bad afterwards.

But once you’re together, he again, doesn’t masturbate that often. Sometimes, when you’re away, or he can’t schedule a fuck session for later, or when he’s just that horny for you.

K = Kink:

Leon’s got a small handful of kinks he likes. He definitely loves getting his hair pulled. But he also likes to edge you. He’s not mean about it, he always makes you cum, but sometimes he delays it just to watch you squirm.

He DEFINITELY has a breeding kink. He wants to knock you up, to cum inside you and watch you grow and carry his child. You don’t understand, he wants a whole litter of kids.

L = Location:

He’s a very private guy, especially when he’s champion. So he’ll never fuck you right in the open. You guys mostly fuck at your shared home, just about everywhere. The bed, the shower, the counter, the couch, sometimes even right on the floor if he’s that desperate.

But he’s also fucked you in his private locker room at Wyndon stadium, and maybe in a secluded section of the Wild Area a few times… (don’t worry, nobody but you guys know.)

M = Motivation:

Call him “Champ” he loves it. Dress up for him! Wear makeup and jewels and heels. He just has to tear them off you.

Tease him relentlessly. He’ll give you a good pounding for it. If someone else flirts with you, he just has to remind you who you belong to. He has to assert his dominance.

N = No:

He’s not hurting you. Sure, he’ll call you degrading nicknames, bite you a bit, maybe smack dat ass. But not much more than that. The last thing he wants to see is you in pain or upset.

He’s also not sharing. You are his. This pussy? It belongs to him. You belong to him. Raihan has asked if the three of you could have a threesome sometime, but Leon’s possessive nature takes over. He scared Raihan off a bit.

O = Oral:

Leon likes both, I’m not sure he even has a preference.

On one hand, he loves seeing you try and suck him off. He loves how wonderful your mouth feels, and the way you look with his dick down your throat. But on the other hand, your cunt is just so tasty and sweet. He could eat it out for hours! Oh, and the sweet noises you make as you tug on his hair…

P = Pace:

Leon usually starts out a little slower, but he ends up pounding away at you the more pent up he gets.

If he’s jealous, he’s going as fast and rough as he possibly can. He has to remind you who you belong to.

If it’s casual sex, he’s pretty in the middle. Occasionally he gets rougher and faster.

And if you’re lovemaking? He’s slow and sweet. He just wants to hit all those sweet spots inside you, and make you feel ever so good while he worships you..

Q = Quickies:

Leon doesn’t mind quickies. I think he likes them as their own thing. The rush to reach your orgasms as he pounds what in you. Trying to keep your voices down so you can fuck as fast as possible

R = Risk:

He is a very secretive guy, so he’s not doing anything crazy. But if you suggest something that interests him or is within his comfort zone, he’s down.

Frankly, he loves being risky about protection. He just really wants to knock you up.

S = Stamina:

With how much this man works out? You’re getting wrecked. If he does just one round, he puts everything into it. I’m talking multiple orgasms and positions.

If it’s multiple however, he mixes it up less. But he could go for HOURS, but then you’d be too tired to even walk.

T = Toys:

He’s not super into toys, but he has a few. For one, he has some handcuffs, blindfolds and gags. Mostly they’re used on you, but sometimes you turn him into your bitch. He goes bananas.

You guys do also own a vibrator, but he only really uses it if you’re struggling to cum, or if he wants to overstimulate you.

U = Unfair:

SPEAKING OF OVERSTIMULATION

He’s a little shit sometimes, and likes to tease you. He likes to stop eating you out when you were right there and bat his eyelashes like he didn’t do anything. He likes to yank his dick out sometimes and make you beg for it. He wants to hear you beg for the champion’s dick.

V = Volume:

He may actually be louder than you. He moans, groans, grunts and mumbles about how wonderful you feel. He praises you and talks pretty dirty too.

Sometimes when you’re fucking at Wyndon stadium, you have to slap your hand over his mouth to muffle his noises.

W = Wild Card:

He once fucked you so hard and so fast, you passed out. He thought you died. Oops.

X = X-Ray:

My boy is PACKING

His dick is thick as fuck, and about seven inches long. He’s circumcised, and has one small vein on the side.

Y = Yearning:

He is a thirsty ass bitch. You guys have sex just about every day, maybe even more than once a day. You can’t complain, he’s great in bed.

Z = Zzz:

Leon’s pretty tired after the deed is done. But he still makes time to do almost perfect aftercare for you, and either get back to what he was doing, or cuddle up for some sleepy times.

[kpopsexstories]

hiii can i request a ten fic wherein the reader is jealous about something so ten fucks her hard to let her know that she's the only one? (if possible u can include breeding too) thank uuuu love ur fics so much

This is an older request, sorry it took me so long to get to it ❤️ If you've sent a request and still haven't gotten a response, it might still come even if it's months or even a year from now 😊

Requests are open! They're highly inspiring and motivating, so keep 'em coming.

One-shot #7 (requested): Your boyfriend WayV/NCT Ten kissed a fan, so he fucks you hard to get your forgiveness

Celebrity: WayV/NCT Ten

Content: Sitting, From behind, Missionary, Ten fucks his jealous girlfriend/you hard

Type of Sex: WILD/MEDIUM

Word Count: 3.8k

Your boyfriend Ten is promoting the latest WayV comeback, and has invited you to come along to a fan event. Well, it's not so much that he invited you. It's more that you begged him to let you come.

In fact, he didn't seem all that excited about the idea. He wasn't against it, but he appeared indifferent. You had expected him to be thrilled that you wanted to support him and see him work. It was meant to be a fun experience for both of you.

Instead, you were negatively surprised and felt quite disappointed. It was like you were just in the way.

Ten and the boys were busy and didn't have time to talk to you. The staff were focused on the idols, and didn't fully understand who you were or why you were there. You didn't want to create a bad situation so you stayed away and kept your mouth shut. But you felt awkward and out of place, lonely among so many people. It was not at all the positive experience you had imagined it would be.

The event included a stage performance. You heard it from a room back stage where Ten had placed you and asked you to wait.

It was followed by a meet & greet fan signing, which you were able to attend but not in any meaningful way. You could not be near the crowds, nor did Ten have time to pay any attention to you. You had a pretty lousy time.

You did, however, get to watch the boys from afar, when hoards of young girls flooded them for a chance to talk and interact with their idols. You knew it was an unfounded emotion, but it made you feel quite jealous.

Ten seemed happy though. He was in his element. You knew that fan signings could be tiresome, but he played his part and hid it well. He treated every girl – and boy – with the utmost respect, and was as personal as he could be with them. He had a kind of excitement in his body language that made everyone feel like they were the only fan there. You knew that he was good at his job, but it only made you feel worse.

About half way through the long queue of paying ticket holders, something happened that truly stung. You got bored of watching from afar and decided to roam around. Some of the staff knew you by now, and you were allowed in places the fans were not.

You could not get close enough to hear anything, but you had a clear view of the incident when Ten kissed a girl on the cheek.

Surely, that must have been some sort of breach of protocol. You imagined that Ten and the boys were not allowed to interact with such intimacy. The girl stayed and talked for a little longer than everyone else, before she was ushered away by a member of staff.

Ten didn't seem to want her to leave. His body language revealed that he liked and connected with her. You didn't know the poor girl, but in this moment you absolutely despised her.

When the event was over, Ten came to find you in the waiting room. He'd been searching for you all over.

“Where have you been?” he asked. He almost seemed angry, or at least a little annoyed.

“What?” you asked with sarcasm. You weren’t in the mood to joke. “You told me to wait here.”

“When I went to get ready to perform! You haven't been sitting here this whole time, have you?”

“No. But what if I had?”

There was frustration in the air, and neither of you wanted to fight. So the conversation quickly died out.

You walked through the venue in silence. You grunted some hello's to the boys when you all climbed into a van. Back home, you went straight to the bathroom and locked yourself in it.

“Babe?” Ten said when he came knocking, half an hour later. “Babe, you okay? You’ve been in there a while.”

“Yeah, I’m fine” you lied.

“Come out. Let's talk.”

You abruptly opened the door and pushed past him. Ten got out of your way with a puzzled expression on his face. Your behavior genuinely confused him.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“What's wrong? You've been ignoring me all day, that’s what’s wrong.”

“I have not,” Ten said. “I was working.”

“Then why did you ask me to come?”

“I didn't. You forced me to bring you. I warned…”

“Forced you? So you didn't want me there?”

“I warned you that I wouldn't have time to be with you. Did you not have a good time?”

You were boiling. How could your boyfriend even ask such a question? Could he not see that you were upset? “I felt horrible! You could at least have included me somehow.”

Ten was definitely frustrated by now. How could he read your mind? He had assumed you knew he would be busy, and that you’d be happy just being at the venue, like you had asked to be.

“I felt like shit all evening!” you screamed, likely attracting the attention of the other young men in their rooms. “You left me alone!”

Ten was getting angry, and he shouted back: “I WAS WORKING!”

“DON'T YELL AT ME!” you yelled. “You were only interested in all those girls. You didn't care to talk to me at all.”

Ten calmed himself, and spoke softly. “I was working,” he repeated. “And what are you talking about? What girls?”

You turned around and went back into the bathroom. “The girls!”

Ten stopped you when you tried to slam the door in his face. “Babe,” he said. “Are you serious? You’re jealous of my fans?”

“Of course not!”

Ten started to smile softly. He couldn't keep his grin hidden. “You are jealous,” he said with a teaseful tone in his voice.

You pushed the door harder in an attempt to close it, but Ten put his full body in the way.

“I'm not jealous,” you repeated. “They're just your fans.”

“Exactly,” Ten said triumphantly. “Like I’ve said a million times, I was working. You’re the only girl I look at, and I'm sorry if I wasn't able to take care of you properly today.”

You stopped pushing and stared at your feet. “That’s not true. You certainly didn't seem to be working that hard when you kissed that bimbo.”

“Who?” Ten asked and pushed the door open.

“The girl you kissed. I saw you.”

“Oh,” Ten said. He let out a laugh and took a step closer to you. “She asked me to.”

“Don't touch me,” you said when he tried to hold you.

“Her grandmother had just died,” Ten said, and awaited your response as if he had just found the ultimate weapon to shut you up. “She told me how much NCT meant to her back in the day, and how my latest solo helped her through the death.”

You were suddenly afraid to raise your gaze. For the first time the thought crossed your mind that maybe you were overreacting. Still, you weren’t ready to let it go.

“So you do know who I’m talking about?” you asked, to turn the tables back on your boyfriend again.

“Yeah, I do, because we’re not supposed to do what I did and I got scolded for it afterwards. I know exactly what girl you’re talking about. But not because I liked her or anything. Because she was a fan in need and I wanted to make her feel better. That’s all, I promise.”

You weren’t ready to believe him, but you stopped arguing with him.

“Babe, come here,” Ten continued.

“No,” you said and pouted your lips.

Ten didn't listen to your words. He put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“I love you,” he said. “I’m sorry again that you had a shitty time today, and I promise you, you’re the only girl for me. I love you.”

You didn't respond, but Ten could tell from your face that you still weren’t happy. He suddenly started laughing.

“Babe,” he said and held you closer. “You're adorable when you're jealous.”

“Shut up.”

"Come here.”

Ten squeezed you hard and kissed your forehead. You held your arms against his chest, as if to protect yourself from his attempts to make things better between you. But his touch felt so good. His scent made you warm when your nose pressed against his body.

“Babe, let me make it up to you. I'll show you you're the only one.”

“No,” you said reluctantly.

He kissed you again, and tried to get you to face him. You resisted, but he pulled your lips toward his.

“Come,” he said softly.

You tried to pull away, but he only held your body harder.

“Come,” he repeated.

“No, Ten. Go away. Leave me alone.”

“I'll make you feel better. I'll make you forget all about today. I'm sorry, I should have taken better care of you.”

Finally, you caved in. You stopped struggling and kissed the sweet man back. It felt good. His soft lips always made you feel all warm inside.

You made out for a while in the middle of the bathroom. Ten touched your body with his large hands, and eventually you touched him too. How could you stay angry? He always knew how to make you feel better.

When Ten's hands gently wandered inside your shirt, you raised your arms which signaled your approval. That's when Ten shifted gears. He did know how to make you feel good, and his work had only just begun. Perhaps you even exaggerated your emotions, because you knew what he would do to you and you wanted him to do it.

FOREPLAY STARTS HERE...

The moment Ten realized that you were about to forgive him, he pulled you out of the bathroom and pushed you in the direction of his bed. He grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your arms and head, and threw your body on the mattress. It was time for the makeup sex you had both been working toward.

He lay down on top of you and the kissing resumed. It intensified. His lustful lips wandered from yours to your neck. For good measure you tried to get him off you, but it was just for show.

“No,” you said, but you didn't mean it and Ten knew it. You didn't actually want him to stop, so he didn’t.

He pressed his hip harder between your legs which caused you to moan. His shirt slid up his stomach as you squeezed his waist.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked and kissed your throat.

“No,” you said again and pulled his long hair.

He fought back. He stuck his tongue out and licked the full length of your neck. Another moan.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked again.

You didn't respond, but pulled his shirt higher up his body. It told him all he needed to know.

Ten suddenly sat up straight and took the shirt off. Bare-chested and horny, he fondled your breasts over your bra, then moved down to undo your pants.

You raised your ass and helped him take them off. He moved aside so you could close your legs. Once you were down to your panties, you opened them again to invite him back in.

Ten towered over you while he undid his belt. With his pants wide open, he came back down and pressed his groin against yours.

“Mm,” he moaned. “You're so fucking sexy. I'll get you to forgive me.”

You wrapped your legs around him, and pressed your heels against the cheeks of his ass. His pants slid further down his thighs, but his underwear stayed on.

Then, when your own arousal and sexual desires became too much, you briefly took charge. You rolled onto the man, who lay on his back with you sitting on top of him. He kicked his pants all the way off, while you reached back to undo your bra.

The straps slid over your shoulders, and you couldn't help but smile when you caught him admiring your figure. Ten noticed and gave you a naughty glare.

You quickly wiped the smile off your face. You weren't ready to show forgiveness just yet.

Ten took the bait. He sat up and held you tight with an arm around your back. He reached down and raised you up, to slide his underwear over his ass cheeks. Your legs around his body tightened when he lifted you up.

With his ass out you started kissing passionately again. “Mm, babe,” Ten moaned when his hard cock rubbed against your panties. “Mmm, fuck!”

You were so horny for the man. He made you feel incredible, and his boner pressing against your folds made you incredibly wet. You wanted him inside you so bad you struggled to hide it.

“Ahh, fuck,” you echoed, another sign of weakness.

Ten smirked. “Mm, you like this? You want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimpered.

“I'll fuck you so good you forget all about today. When I'm done with you, you won't just forgive me. You'll be begging for more.”

“Ohh, Ten!” His words sent a shiver through your heart and spine. His boner poking around between your legs really got your juices flowing.

But you would never admit it. “I’ll never forgive,” you whispered softly. “And certainly not beg.”

But you knew that Ten was right. You were more than ready for him to take you, to give yourself over to him, and to feel his cock inside you. It was not at all about forgiveness any longer.

THE SEX STARTS HERE...

Ten grabbed your ass and pulled your body closer. You put your hand on his face and kissed him intensively. Your boobs pressed against his chest, and your knees tightened their grip around his hips.

“Ahh, fuck,” Ten moaned again, when lust and passion took a hold of both of you. He moved your lower body with his strong hands, rubbing your clothed pussy against his shaft, which had come free from his underwear.

You straightened your back and he buried his face between your breasts. His fingers slid inside the panties, and he pulled the threads down your ass.

You folded your legs and feet under your thighs, sitting up on your knees. Then you reached in between you and found the cock. You pulled your body up and away from it, only to lower yourself slowly onto the shaft.

For a brief moment, you stared into each other's eyes. You still had a hand on Ten’s cheek. You panted softly into each other's wide open mouths. His cock penetrated you gradually as you sat back down on his lap.

Ten’s organ filled you up. It pulsed inside you, and a strong, pleasurable sensation shot through your body.

“Ahh, you feel so good,” Ten said.

It did feel good. So good. And you were still just getting started, as Ten switched gear one more time.

Abruptly, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over. With full force and his dick still deep inside you, he turned you on your back and pushed the dick deeper.

His underwear were down to his thighs. He planted his hands beside you on the bed, and towered over you with an enormous grin on his face. He spread his legs and started moving his ass up and down, rolling his hips to fuck you in, slow, large, passionate motions.

“Fuck babe, you feel so good inside. You make me so fucking hard. You'll forgive me, and I'll make you beg for more.”

You closed your eyes, spread your legs wider, and held on tight around his wrist. You felt a strong hand on your boob, and his throbbing organ stretching your walls.

Lubricated by your natural juices, Ten's cock slid in and out of your wet pussy with ease. You would not admit it, but it felt amazing, and that dumb smirk on him actually made you feel good. It made you feel wanted and desired.

“Fuck,” you moaned. You didn't mean to. Ten's smirk grew bigger.

“Oh yeah, you like that? You like my cock inside you? Does that mean you forgive me?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “I'll never forgive you.”

Ten suddenly pulled out. He grabbed your hips and violently flipped you around a second time. On your stomach, your face pressed into the mattress.

You felt him crawl on top of you from behind, and his hand brush against your ass when he reached in to position his cock.

The head played around between your legs. Ten sat up on his knees and pulled you closer. Your entire body slid backwards on the mattress as your ass climbed up his thighs.

With a firm grip around your hips, Ten simultaneously thrust forward and pulled you backwards onto his shaft. He penetrated you with force.

And he fucked you hard. You heard him panting and could imagine his possessed expression behind you. He thrust and pulled repeatedly, bring you down on his manhood and hitting you so good in just the right spot.

“Please forgive me,” he said. ”I'm sorry, I should have paid more attention to you. I promise you, you're the only one I see and no other girl can compare to you. My cock is all yours, and I'll give it to you until you forgive me. Can you forgive me babe?”

Your body shook against the mattress, and you grabbed on to the sheets hard. The entire bed was slamming against the wall. By now, the other boys in the building could definitely hear what you were up to.

“N-noo,” you groaned. It felt a little painful the way Ten's hips slammed against your ass and inner thighs, and the way his fingers dug deep into your skin. But he had found your g-spot, and the pleasure of the head and shaft expanding your folds and rubbing you right overpowered any pain.

“Ahh, ahh, fuck yeah!” Ten moaned behind you. This was not at all about forgiveness anymore.

Still, it is true that Ten felt a sting of fear. He had indeed kissed a girl on the cheek. He didn't think anything of it at the time, yet he knew exactly which girl had triggered your jealousy. There had been a connection between them that stood out among all the fans he had met on this day.

He was desperate to show you that you were the only one he wanted. You rocked his world in ways no other girl ever had. You meant the world to him, and shoving his cock inside your pussy from behind, manhandling you on the bed the way he did, was his way of proving that to you.

It was pretty sweet, actually. “Ah, Ten, yes, fuck me,” you whimpered.

Ten threw himself sideways on the bed. He pulled you with him, forcing you onto your side. He lay beside you still balls deep inside your body. His chest pressed against your back and he put an arm around you to squeeze and pull you closer.

He fucked you passionately while holding on to your boob. He planted his lips on your shoulder and raised his head, to see your face and the pleasured expression he hoped – no, knew – you had on it.

He slowed his pace and steadied his breathing. “Babe, please don't be jealous. I love you. You're the one I want. Please forgive me.”

You twisted your body to get a better look at him without risking the cock falling out. Ten moved his ass slowly back and forth, gently rubbing the hard head and shaft against your insides.

“Alright,” you said softly. “I forgive you.”

Ten kissed your cheek and smiled. He knew you would. You always did. And though your jealousy and bad emotions had been very real, you were both playing a game. You always had the best sex after a fight.

When he'd been forgiven, Ten pulled out. You rolled on your back and into his arms. He leaned in for a loving kiss. His body was warm when you touched it, and his hands were soft. The way he felt you up sent shivers down your spine, in the best possible way. His fingers moved up and down your thighs, ass, waist and stomach, from your exposed pussy to your boobs and down again.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you confirmed. “Now get back inside me. You're not off the hook yet.”

Ten produced his usual smirk. “I didn't expect that I was.”

He suddenly attacked you with his lips, and abruptly climbed back on top of you.

“Oh, Ten,” you moaned when he reached down between you and the head stretched your lips again.

You squeezed his ass and wrapped your legs around him, pushing him all the way in. He jokingly fought back by pulling out while giving you his usual smirk.

“Ten!” you said and giggled. “Don't tease.”

“Oh, I'm not teasing.”

Ten pulled his ass away from you, but kept you close with an arm around your waist. He pulled you back onto his shaft, while towering seductively over you.

“Yeah, Ten, please fuck me!” you said loudly when the dick edged you on around the folds.

“Shhh,” he said and laughed. The head lingered half way between your folds. “You'll wake the others.”

“Wake them? There's no way they didn't already hear us before. Trust me, they're awake. Besides, you want them to know I've forgiven you, don't you?”

Ten merely smirked his smirk. But alright, he might as well give you what you wanted. It always turned him on when you were jealous.

He pushed the dick back in and kissed you. He held on tight around your back, and humped you forcefully. Your hand rested above his crack.

“Mm, mm, yeah,” you moaned quietly.

“Oh, yeah, I love you babe,” he whispered.

“Yeah, yeah, Ten, fuck me harder.”

Ten abruptly sat up. He let his hands glide down your body, from your boobs to your waist and hips.

On his knees, he grabbed your thighs and pulled. He trust his cock hard inside you, and pulled you onto his length.

You tilted your head far back and arched your spine. Ten's fingers dug deep into your skin while his cock filled you up. He fucked you hard, he fucked you passionately, and you loved every moment of it.

[desceros]

Hellooooo I’m 20 todayyyy it’s my birthday 🥳 (12/23) and I’d like to request a birthday sex one shot with Raphael idc which era but I like his personality the best in bayverse (can’t remember if you write for them) but basically reader has a bad day at work or school and goes down to the lair to chill with Raph their boyfriend he realizes he has never asked when readers birthday is and when they say today he drops everything and immediately makes the day about them he takes them back to their apartment and draws a relaxing bath cleans and makes a simple cake (with premade mix he found in the lair kitchen) then maybe he uses the frosting as a kind of worship for reader and licks it off their body doesn’t have to fit that at all if you want to add some pizazz then go ahead but thank youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

(Symphony is so damn good btw)

ahhhh i just got this like. an hour ago bc i've been offline all day but!!!! happy birthday!!! it isn't exactly what you asked for since i wanted to get it out today on your actual birthday, but i hope you enjoy this lil thing :D raphael/reader; gn!reader; rated m

The moment he hears you telling Leo it's your birthday, he panics.

"What are you doing?" Donnie asks, coming into the kitchen in sniffing at the air. "Are you... baking a cake?"

"I'm focusin', Don, not now," Raph grits, frantically searching through the cabinets to find the icing. Thankfully, it's inside, untouched by icing-licking brothers, so he tosses it off to the side. "Can you, uh, go distract 'em for a bit?"

Donnie rolls his eyes. "You know they're going to ask where you are?"

Raph waves him off, so off he goes.

The cake itself is done before you come sniffing around, thank goodness. However, no one ever told him about waiting until it was cool to put the icing on, and it is in the middle of his near-meltdown at how it keeps oozing down the side that you enter the kitchen, miffed to have been kept away.

"Raph, what are you—?" you ask, only to pause when you see him glaring fiercely at a very sad-looking cake, his eyes going wide when he sees you coming in. God damn it, Donnie! "...Is that for me?"

"Uh," he starts, looking at the very sad, sad cake. Straightening from where he'd hunched over to try and fix the icing, he rubs at the back of his neck. "It was supposed to be. But, uh, this one doesn't look so good, huh?"

Laughing, you come up to stand next to him, trailing a finger through the melted icing and popping it in your mouth. "It might be the ugliest thing I've ever seen. But it tastes good!" Turning to face him, you smile, getting close and tilting your mouth to his invitingly. "Plus, you made it for me. That makes it the best."

Warm, Raph bends down and kisses the sweetness from your lips. He chases after you when you go to pull away, his fingers holding your jaw to keep you close.

"Tell you what," he murmurs, pulling away only when he feels you go pliant in his hold. "How's 'bout you 'n me go back to your place. Let me give you somethin' real nice?"

"Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?" you ask, voice warbling a little even though you try to put on a brave front. It makes him smirk to hear the weakness he can so easily put into your knees, makes him feel like he's allowed to spew all the filth he wants into your ears.

"Well first, we'll stop by someplace nice and get you a proper cake," he says, tipping your head back and placing his mouth on your throat. "Then, I'm gonna take you home and get that nice big bath of yours goin' with all those pretty smellin' things in it you like that drive me crazy."

He feels you swallow against his mouth, prompting him to sink his teeth in until you whimper. Blood rushing in anticipation, he crowds you against the counter, licking at the mark he knows he's left there now.

"Then, when you're done, I'll fish you out, and use you as a plate for us to eat a slice of that pretty cake and lick the icing off you until you come at least three times. Maybe four if you're good for me."

Trailing his hands down your front to the hem of your shirt, he lets his fingers glide along your skin as he rubs his beak down your neck to burrow his head in your shoulder, nipping along the skin the whole way before he comes to whisper in your ear. Then, with just a hint of promise, he slides his thigh between your legs, pressing up, teasing, giving you a taste of what he wants.

"That sound like a plan?"

When you nod rapidly, hands desperately clutching at the counter behind you to help keep you upright and your breath coming too-fast, he pulls away and smirks, grabbing a finger of icing and dabbing it on your cheek before he licks it off in a heady promise.

"Good. Go say goodbye to the others. 'S gonna be a day or two before you leave your apartment once I get started with ya."

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hey, hey I hope you are absolutely fabulous. I would love to request some Antoine fluff if it could please be really fluff and maybe a bit long if that’s alright I’d really appreciate it much love and stay safe ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh, yes! Anto's requests keep 'em coming! Also, sorry for the delay! It took me long to find some good inspo for the fic (Give thanks to my little cousin, I had to take care of her for three days and it was basically based on it)

I combined these two request! Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think of this! FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

HAPPY GRIEZMANN DAY!👑🇨🇵🤙🏻

Motherly Effects -Antoine Griezmann

Summary: You are left to take care of your ten months old niece for a weekend, leaving Antoine wanting for your future together.

You stopped your work in the kitchen to lean down and pay attention to the babygirl in front of you

"C'mon, Lottie! Let's dance it again: Una gatita que le gusta el mambo, con todos los malos sale a bellaquear" You sang in between laughter watching your 10 months-old niece, Charlotte, move herself up and down while grabbing onto her stroller and laughing "Oh my godness, you're the cutest little baby girl, ever" You giggled "Won't your dad want to give you away to me?" You asked picking up the baby in your arms as she hugged you

"I don't think Miguel would like that, chérie" You turned around watching your boyfriend of three years and fiancé of four months, Antoine look at you both with a smile on his face

"Nah! I can try something up, besides Lottie loves spending time with us, doesn't she?" You tickled her belly making her laugh out loud "See? She does"

"How long is she spending time with us?"

"For the weekend" You announced "You okay with it?" Antoine nodded with a smile on

"Of course, little baby Y/L/N has all of us wrapped around her little finger and she's nice" Anto grabbed her hand and did as if he was going to bite it

You gasp in surprise "Uncle Anto is going to eat your hand! Tell him: Uncle what are you doing?"

She tried to repeat your words with a lot of "tata's"

"Oh, she got angry" Both of you laughed a little "Amor, how was practice?" You ask leaning up a bit with intentions of kissing his lips

Antoine met you halfway, leaning down a bit

"It was good. I still win test races against Memphis" You smiled turning around to continue your work in the kitchen with the ten months old baby on your hip

Antoine smiled at your form, leaning back in the table and watched you do your thing. You looked natural, like you've already done this several times

"You are just on your best form" You complimented him watching a little blush form on his cheeks

"I still have a long way to go, tho" He replied leaning onto the kitchen counter lightly as you bounced the babygirl in your arms

"Still, Anto. You're-" Charlotte's cries interrupted you "What? What's wrong, baby?" You asked her in a soft voice "Hungry? My baby's hungry?" You put a bit of her compote in front of her and she looked away but kept on crying"Let's go and see how's that temperature, then" You walked to her bag that was laid on the table

"Is she sick?" You shook her head, passing her to Antoine

"Her teeth's are coming out. Miguel told me she may get a bit of temperature but nothing to worry about" You explained grabbing the digital termometer and pulling it in her ear "She's fine" You said after checking

"Water?" Anto asked as you looked at your niece in expectation

"Lottie" You said softly after a while "Do you need a change?" You ask with a joking tone making the little girl stop a bit her crying and hide her face into your fiancé's neck "You little sneaky monster!" You exclaimed, the two of you laughing a little as you saw Lottie cling into Antoine "C'mon, let's get that little ass clean! We're up for a shower!"

Antoine passed her to you as you made your way to your bathroom to clean her up, Lottie's crying subsiding a bit. Anto followed you silently watching you mesmerized.

Stood in the doorway, he saw how you pulled silly faces to the little girl who started crying after feeling the cold water hit her little frame when you showered her, how you started telling her "Auntie! Say auntie!" again and again seeing as she still hadn't said her first proper words besides 'Tata', he also watched you with a smile on his face and a loving look on his eyes be so motherly with the little Y/L/N girl, thinking how would you be with your kids one day.

You guys have been together for three years, and have gotten recently engaged, it's obvious that kids and marriage has been a subject you guys have talked about, both of you wanted it, even tho Antoine was a still reluctant about the kids, seeing as he already had two but you didn't mind it.

If he didn't wanted it, he didn't wanted it. It made you sad, yes. But you understood where was he coming from. Besides you loved his kids to death and meanwhile the little Mía knew you were like a second mother, Amaro still didn't understand much of it.

And you came to made peace with it.

But right now, watching how you act with a newborn baby, made him think of how your pregnancy belly would look, of the small moments of your little family... If you had a little boy, would he look exactly like him with but with your intelligence and way of being? Or if it's a babygirl, she could have his blonde hair but your eyes and your cheerful presence? His joking and your seriousness?

He was daydreaming of everything.

And he loved what he was thinking.

"In my little round face, I have eyes and a nose, as well as a little mouth to sing and laugh" You started singing making Charlotte be aware of all your movements with a face of concentration and surprise "With my eyes I see everything, with my nose I do... achish! With my mouth like coconut and popcorn" She smiled after you ended up the little song as Antoine stood there knowing exactly what he wanted.

You turned around with the baby in your arms and stood still watching how Antoine was looking at you

"What?"

"What what?" He asked

"What's with the face?"

"What face?"

"The one you've" You giggled

"That's the one that made you fall in love with me" You blushed nodding

"It's pretty" You said as matter of fact watching him smile "But what's up?"

"You're just... so pretty, chérie" You blushed walking over to him.

You leaned a bit and gave him a kiss on his lips

"You're supposed to say that. You're my fiancé"

"Being and not being your fiancé you know I find you absolutely gorgeous" You smiled feeling how Lottie waved her hand in front of you "You're going to steal Y/N away from me, young lady?" The baby laughed "I won't let you! I came here first!"

"Antoine!"

"She must know!" You giggled passing besides Anto to be once more in the living room, ready to prepare Charlotte to her bedtime "I'm going to change" You nodded smiling

You put some light music on the TV to help the baby fall asleep quicker so you could continue your work in the kitchen and be alone for a few minutes with your man.

When Antoine came down a few minutes later, he saw Charlotte asleep on your chest as you were scrolling down on your phone. He plopped next to you on the couch, pulling you into him without waking up the babygirl

"I want one" He said out of nowhere making you look up from your screen

"What?" You asked not really catching what he had said

You watched how Antoine took a deep breath and let it out slowly "I want a baby with you" He said looking at you

Your heart felt like doing somersaults when you heard him speak. "What? Why? How?" You were impressed, a good impressed.

You knew about your lover's past relationship but still wanted to form a family with him and his kids

"Seeing you with Lottie" He shook his head "...Made me realize I miss the baby experiences and that I would love to have you as mother of one of my kids, you just have this motherly effect, even tho you're not a mom, yet. I walked through that door and when I saw you with her I could only think of having a mini you or mini me running around this big house, Mía and Amaro taking care of them, us, together, being happy and having everything we ever dreamed of. Watching you in this "mom-state" forever is... Something I will never get tired of. I know I was a bit reluctant of having another one but I just changed my mind and if you still want us to have a-" You cut Antoine off with a kiss on his lips

"Of course I want to. I have been imagining a little boy with Y/H locks like his mom and blue bright eyes just like his dad's, ever since we moved in together" You admited shyly. Antoine smiled

"Baby Griezmann Y/L/N" He said as you smiled

"I would like to get married first, tho" You said after a few minutes of silence but the soft music playing as a background, Anto smiled "I can't wait to become Mrs. Y/L/N Griezmann" He kissed your cheek

"We can do whatever you want to do, Mrs. Y/L/N soon-to-be Griezmann" You smiled kissing his lips

"Will Mía and Amaro like the fact they could have another sibling?"

"They would" Antoine nodded "They're just like that, they would love that idea" Anto let a little laugh out "I can already imagine Amaro being an older brother"

"And taking into consideration how protective he is... Imagine if we have a little girl"

"He would so knock down all boys that come after them" He said making both of you laugh

And that's how you spent the rest of the night, laying in your couch, you with Charlotte on your chest, Antoine wrapping both of you in his arms as you guys talked about your awaited future together.