#the biggest prettiest princess eyes

[ghuleh-recs]

i hope it’s okay that i am using @iamthecomet’s birthday and a conversation with @conjuring-ghouls as an excuse to stare at draw per’s face 😅

[prettyg1irlstears]

rafes friends teaching reader how to not be a pillow princess and make rafe feel good

i got it as bsf!rafe but if that’s wrong please let me know! maybe you meant kelce and topper? if yes lmk and i’ll write another one!

bsf!rafe teaching you how to take charge . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

warnings: use of alcohol, unprotected p in v, use of y/n (once), breeding, not proof read

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you were so excited when you ringed on your best friend’s doorbell after he invited you over to celebrate your 18th birthday. little did you know you two would end up drunk at the balcony of tannyhill after drinking wine for 2 hours straight.

and after one more bottle of wine, you find yourself clinging onto rafe, you don’t even know how or when the conversation turned so downhill.

“oh don’t tell me that your favorite position is missonary,” rafe chuckles and shakes his head, sipping on his glass.

“what? it’s nice.” you frown, hugging his arm as you lean into him, mind hazy from the wine.

“it’s nice for you ‘cause you don’t have to do anything. poor man’s doing all the work.” rafe states and looks down at you, smirking at the sight of you so touchy with him.

“i could take charge! i just prefer it this way.” you try to defend yourself, but deeo down you know you’re the prototype of ‘pillow princess’.

rafe scoffs. “of course you could.” he smirks, not believing you.

you frown, knowing he’s looking right through you. you whine and pull away from him.

“hey, look at me,” rafe slurs, gently taking your chin and turning your head back towards him. “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, just admit that you’re a pillow princess.”

you just want to slap that stupid grin off his face. he’s just so..

“come on, you know you are,” *he teases as he rubs his thumb over your cheek bone. “just admit it.”

if you were drunk, you would probably pull away with blood rushing into your cheeks. but now, with the wine in your system, you’re just looking into his eyes with the prettiest doe eyes he has ever seen.

“fine, i am a pillow princess. but just because i’ve never..” you stop yourself. you don’t want to admit that. you know that your sex life is boring, but saying it out loud..

“you’ve never tried anything else?” rafe guesses, running his thumb over your plump lips.

“no..” you say quietly, looking away from him. but he takes your chin and makes you look at him again, and you feel yourself getting lost in those pretty eyes.

“i could teach you, y’know..” he says and rubs the tip of his nose against yours. your heart skips a beat, you breath catches in your throat.

“what??” you whisper. he chuckles, cupping your cheek.

“you heard me.” he whispers and leans in. you feel his lips touch yours, it’s just a small brush, small peck, but it’s enough for you to want to do unholy things with him, to want more.

and that’s how you end up in his bed. you don’t even know when you got from the balcony back inside, and you don’t even care.

he’s got you sat on his lap, kissing you slowly, breathing in your mouth as you run your hands through his hair.

his hand is in on your throat, not too tight to actually hurt you. his other hand was in your hair just a few seconds ago, but now it’s snaking down your spine until it reaches the zip of your sundress.

you hear the unzipping sound and suddenly you’re naked, your dress on the floor. you immediately cover your breasts, but he smiles and takes your hands, away from your tits.

“please don’t..” he whispers and leans down, placing wet kisses all over your neck, then collar bone, and finally on the most beautiful tits rafe has ever seen.

“so pretty..” he mutters against your skin and you can’t help but let out a tiny moan as you tug on his shirt. you get off of him for a second so he can take off his pants.

as soon as he’s naked too, the biggest cock you’ve ever seen reveals right in front of you. rafe chuckled when he sees your expression. “don’t worry, princess. i’ll make sure it fits.”

he fingers you for a while, making yure you cum on his long digits while placing wet kisses all over your neck and tits. you shamelessly ride his hand, squeezing his shoulders as you let out tiny moans.

“you’re ready.” rafe states, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy and putting them in your mouth. you suck and lick on them, tasting yourself while looking into his eyes.

you straddle his lap and take a deep breath. “okay princess, i’ll line up with you and you’ll slowly sink down, okay?” rafe instructs and you nod.

he lines up with you, like he said, and you look into his eyes. you slowly sink down on him, mouth opening as you feel him stretching you out.

“rafe—“ you whimper, sitting like this for a while, unable to move.

“fuck, princess. you’re so fucking tight.” he grunts, cupping your cheek. “now move.”

with tiny moans you slowly start moving up and down, looking into his eyes for reassurance. his hand wraps around your throat in frustration, a groan leaving his lips. “just like that, princess. nice and slow, you’re doing so good f’me.”

after a while you start to get more sure with your movement and increase the pace. desperate moans are leaving your mouth as you bounce on his cock, tits bouncing in sync with your movements as his hand tightens around your throat.

“fuck, princess..” rafe lets out a low groan, catching your lips in a fierce kiss. “doin’ so fucking good f’me..” he moans between kisses.

you start to get tired, your thighs are burning and your movements get sloppy. rafe feels that and decides to take charge. his hand leaves your throat and lands on your hip, holding himself for support with the other. he thrusts up into you, earning a loud moan from you.

“rafe.. i’m gonna..” you can’t even form a proper sentence as he thrusts up into you roughly, the knot in your belly threating to explode.

“yeah.. cum f’me princess..” he grunts, thrusting harder, making his tip kiss your cervix with each thrust.

“yes.. ah— ah.. rafe!” you moan out, pussy clenching around his cock, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you cum.

“fuck, princess.. want it inside?” he asks, his breathing harder as his thrusts get sloppy and you feel his cock twitching in your pussy.

“yes.. yes, rafe.. please..” you kiss his neck, moans leaving your mouth as you ride out your high.

“fuck.. oh— oh god—“ he grunts and with one last thrust, he exploded inside you, shooting loads of hot cum inside you.

small whimpers are leaving your mouth as you feel it, face in the crook of his neck as you’re being filled up by your best friend.

“jesus christ, y/n..” rafe whispers, still panting and still inside you as he runs his hand through your hair, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. “you did so good.”

“all thanks to you, rafe.” you whisper back, a smile on your lips as you brush his curtain bangs out of his face.

“yeah.. my good fucking girl.. can’t let anyone else have you now, can i?”

[amirasainz]

Ooooh can you please do reader is Lewis daughter and she’s a big daddy’s girl and she has everyone wrapped around her finger, including the stoic Toto?

AHH! I had so much fun writing this. I love the idea of Lewis being a girl dad. I hope y'all enjoy reading this and send me some requests! -XoXo

Daddy's little love

“Who is your favourite Disney Princess, Baby?” asked Anthony, Lewis’ dad, to his 4-year-old granddaughter. Cassie, who was busy getting her beautiful, long, curly hair done by her grandmother Linda, turned to Anthony with the biggest grin on her face.

“Tiana,” she proudly stated. “TIANA? Why’s that, hm?” he asked her, now sporting the same huge grin as the girl in the living room. “Because she is the prettiest of them all. And her prince is better than the other ones. OH, and their friends are so cool, because Ray is a firefly and his wife is a star. And their other friend, the crocodile, Louis, can play the trumpet. Oh, and Mama Odie makes the best gumbo in the whole wide world,” she answered, running towards Anthony.

The older Hamilton immediately picked her up, sitting little Cassie in front of him on the kitchen counter. “Ohh, is that so, young lady?” he jokingly asked her. “UHU,” she answered with a duh-tone. “Really?” “Uhu.” “Really.” Now the game between Cassie and her Poppy started.

Linda, who knew that this little game of theirs could go on for hours, called towards the young girl. “Cassie, honey, we still need to do your hair.” “But I don’t wanna, Loveyyyyy,” whined the 4-year-old. “Nuhu, don’t even look at me with those puppy eyes of yours,” she told her. However, Cassie tried to find a way out of the situation. “But why can’t Daddy do it for me?” she whined again. “You know why, Baby. Daddy can’t make those braids that you like,” Anthony answered, sensing the beginning of a little tantrum.

Both Anthony and Linda knew that Cassie hated getting her hair done. If the young Hamilton could, she would always have it open. However, with the hot weather and her playing the whole time with her cousins in the garden, everyone knew it was better to braid it back.

Before anyone could say anything else, a figure appeared in the doorway. “What’s that I’m hearing about Daddy?” asked Lewis, who was finally back home after the Mexican GP. He looked tired but happy. “DADDY!” squealed the young girl, immediately running towards her father with outstretched arms. Lewis, who knew his daughter better than himself, picked her up in his arms and held her close, releasing a sigh of relief now that he finally had his baby back in his arms. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but smile as she giggled like crazy while he kissed her cheeks repeatedly.

After a moment, he stopped and greeted her with the biggest smile ever. “Hello, my little love,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He could feel the stress of the race melting away as he held her.

Remembering the conversation he walked into, he carefully petted her hair and told her, “Go on, love. Let Lovey finish your hair, then we can go outside swimming.” Cassie pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. “But Daddy—” she began, her eyes wide with pleading. “Nuh-uh, Honey. Don’t even try it with me,” Lewis said, his tone gentle but firm. Cassie released the biggest sigh on earth before stomping towards her grandmother, her tiny feet making exaggerated thuds on the floor.

Thankfully, her older cousin Willow was also now in the living room, so the two cousins could play a game while Linda finished the two Dutch braids. Willow, always the patient one, smiled and pulled out a board game, setting it up on the coffee table. “Come on, Cassie, let’s play while Grandma finishes your hair,” she said, her voice soothing.

Lewis, who was watching the whole situation with an amused smile, turned towards his father and hugged him. “It’s good to have you back, boy,” Anthony whispered in his ear, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s good to be back, Dad,” Lewis answered while releasing the hug. He felt a wave of gratitude for his family, who always supported him no matter what.

After a moment, Lewis’s face turned serious, and he looked at his dad. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?” he asked. Anthony, sensing the gravity of the situation, turned his full attention to his son. With an encouraging nod, Lewis began.

“Dad, you know how important the Brazil Grand Prix is for me, right? This year, I was thinking of taking Cassie with me. This race isn’t just significant for me, but also for Mercedes. Plus, it’s my last year with the team,” he explained, his voice tinged with emotion.

Anthony took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. “Lewis, I understand how crucial this race is for you, but why do you feel the need to take Cassie with you?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Well, Dad, it’s going to be such a meaningful race for me, and I want my favorite person there with me. Besides, the team and the other drivers are always asking about her. And Gloria, you know, Cassie’s babysitter, will also be there. She can watch over her while I’m racing,” Lewis replied, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Anthony paused for a moment, considering his son’s words. “Okay, I think that’s a really sweet idea. And we both know how much Cassie loves traveling with her daddy,” he said with a warm smile.

“Thanks, Dad. I guess I just needed to hear from someone that my idea isn’t completely insane,” Lewis said, relief washing over his face.

“No, don’t worry about it. Now go tell the little princess the good news,” Anthony encouraged, giving his son a reassuring pat on the back.

After an uneventful flight and a good nights rest, the little trio entered the paddock the next morning. Cassie clutched her father’s hand tightly as they walked into the bustling paddock. The young girl, with her curly hair bouncing in the warm breeze, wore a bright purple cap that read "Daddy's little Champion". It was a sea of activity, with mechanics, engineers, and media personnel buzzing around. This was Cassie’s first time attending a race outside of Silverstone, and her wide eyes took in every detail with a mix of awe and excitement.

Lewis,, was a seasoned pro in this environment, but today he felt a bit different. He was not just a world-class driver; he was an overprotective dad. He kept a close eye on Cassie, making sure she stayed close and safe amidst the chaos. The media quickly noticed the duo, and cameras started flashing, capturing the tender moments between father and daughter.

Lewis’s smile was tight as he waved politely to the cameras, but inside, he was less than thrilled about the attention. He had always been protective of Cassie, and the thought of her being in the spotlight made him uneasy. He bent down to her level, his voice gentle but firm. “Stay close to me, okay, Cassie? There’s a lot going on here.”

Cassie nodded, her curly hair bouncing with the movement. “Okay, Daddy.”

Beside them, Gloria, the babysitter, walked with a calm demeanor. At around 50 years old, she had a reassuring presence that both Lewis and Cassie appreciated. Gloria had been with the family for a while and knew how to keep Cassie entertained and safe. She smiled at Cassie, holding out a small toy car. “Look, Cassie, it’s just like Daddy’s car!”

Cassie’s face lit up as she took the toy, momentarily distracted from the overwhelming environment. Lewis gave Gloria a grateful nod. “Thanks, Gloria. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Gloria chuckled softly. “Just doing my job, Lewis. You focus on the race; I’ll keep an eye on our little racer here.”

As they made their way through the paddock, more media attention followed. Lewis did his best to shield Cassie from the cameras, but it was clear that their presence was a big deal. He sighed inwardly, wishing for a bit more privacy for his daughter. But seeing Cassie’s excitement and knowing Gloria was there to help made it all worthwhile.

“Alright, Cassie,” Lewis said, lifting her up so she could see over the crowd. “Let’s go find a good spot to watch the race. It’s going to be an exciting day.”

Cassie giggled, her nervousness melting away as she felt the familiar comfort of her father’s arms. With Gloria by their side, they were ready to face the day, media attention and all.

As they walked to the Garage, Cassie's wide eyes took in the sight of the famous cars, the hustle of the crew and the vibrant colours of the team uniforms. Other drivers like Lando, Charles, George and Daniel, couldn't help but stop and admire the adorable little girl.

"Hey there, little champ!" Lando said, waving at her. "Are you going to cheer for your dad today?" Cassie giggled and nodded. "He's the fastes!" she declared proudly, causing the drivers to melt at her sweetness. They all exchanged smiles, and for a moment, the competitive spirit of Formula 1 seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of Cassie's innocent joy.

As Lewis, Cassie and Gloria approached the Mercedes garage, Lewis introduced Cassie to his team principal. Toto, the usually angry Austrian, was particularly taken with her. "Well, if it isn't the youngest member of our team!" he said, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "How would you like to be the team principal for the day?"

Cassie's eyes widened in amazement. "Really? I can be in charge?" she squealed, bouncing slightly in excitement. Lewis, who was busy talking to Bono, turned towards his daughter and reminded her again : "Cassie, inside voice, ok?" "Sorry Daddy" she apologised cutely, warming Lewis heart at the sight of her.

Toto brought her attention back to their conversation. “Absolutely! You can help make all the important decisions,” Toto replied, grinning. He handed her a small headset, and Cassie put it on, feeling like a true boss.

“Okay, Cassie,” Toto continued, “let’s make sure the drivers are ready. We need to keep an eye on them!”

Cassie nodded seriously, trying her best to mimic the serious expressions of the adults around her. As she sat on Toto’s lap, she observed the team preparing for the race, her little fingers tapping away on the radio as if she were giving commands.

“Driver 44, are you ready?” she said into the headset, mimicking what she had heard the engineers say. The team chuckled at her adorable seriousness, and Lewis turned to give her a thumbs-up from across the garage.

As the pre-race festivities continued, Cassie found herself surrounded by the other drivers, who were all charmed by her presence. Daniel knelt down in front of her. “So, what’s your strategy for today?” he asked playfully.

“I think Daddy should go really fast and win!” she replied, her face lighting up with confidence. The drivers laughed, and Daniel gave her a mock salute. “A solid plan, Commander Cassie!”

Soon, it was time for the drivers to head to the grid. Toto carefully lifted Cassie off his lap and placed her back on the ground. “Are you ready to watch your dad race?” he asked her.

“Yay! Go, Daddy!” she cheered, waving her arms enthusiastically. Lewis leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead before heading out to the grid. "I love you, my little love" he called back to her. "I love you more" she yelled. Turning towards his daughter, he said : "Impossible" before continuing his way. Their interaction gained laugher throughout the garage.

As the race began, Cassie was glued to the edge of her seat in the team hospitality area, her small hands gripping the railing as she watched the cars zoom past. With each lap, her excitement grew. “Go, Daddy! You can do it!” she shouted, her voice ringing out amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The race unfolded with thrilling intensity. Lewis battled fiercely against his competitors, maneuvering through tight corners and executing perfect overtakes. Cassie’s eyes were wide with awe as she watched her father, the adrenaline coursing through her tiny body with each lap.

During a particularly tense moment, where Lewis found himself in a tight spot battling for position, Cassie gasped and clutched the railing. “Come on, Daddy! You got this!” she yelled, her voice carrying over the noise of the engines.

Her encouragement seemed to resonate, as Lewis managed to pull off an incredible move, taking the lead. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Cassie jumped up and down, her laughter mingling with the roars of the fans.

“Look, Cassie! Your daddy’s in front!” Gloria said, smiling at her enthusiasm. She was having the time of her life, completely unaware of the high stakes of the race, so focused on her father’s performance.

As the race neared its conclusion, the tension was palpable. Lewis was vying for the victory, and Cassie could feel the excitement in the air. She leaned over the railing, her heart racing as the final laps approached. “You can do it, Daddy! Just go faster!” she shouted, her little fists clenched in determination.

When Lewis crossed the finish line, victorious once again, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Cassie squealed with delight, jumping up and down in sheer joy. “He did it! He won!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

After the race, Lewis hurried to the team area, where Cassie was waiting, her face glowing with pride. He scooped her up in his arms, spinning her around. “Did you see that, Cassie? We did it!” he exclaimed, his heart swelling with happiness.

“You were the best, Daddy! I knew you could win!” she said, her eyes shining with admiration.

As the celebrations continued, Cassie found herself the center of attention. The drivers gathered around her, congratulating Lewis and showering her with affection. “You’re an amazing little team principal, Cassie,” Charles said, ruffling her hair.

Cassie beamed, soaking in all the praise. “I told him to go fast!” she said proudly, and the drivers laughed, each one charmed by her innocence and enthusiasm.

As the sun began to set over Brazil, casting a warm glow over the paddock, Lewis took Cassie aside. “You know, today was special not just because we won, but because I got to share it with you,” he said softly.

“I had the best day, Daddy! Can we come to every race together?” she asked, her eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, sweet pea. Every race, if you want. You’ll always be my lucky charm,” Lewis replied, giving her a warm hug.

The day ended with fireworks illuminating the sky, and Cassie watched in awe, her heart full. She had stepped into a world of speed and excitement, and in doing so, had forged an unforgettable bond with her father. As they headed back to their hotel, Cassie rested her head on Lewis’s shoulder, dreaming of race tracks and fast cars, knowing that this was just the beginning of their adventures tog

[tteokbin]

would they like pain?

yeonjun says… yes !

yes, absolutely. Loves when you slap his ass, especially hard. would immediately have to bite back a moan if you did it in public around other people, has no shame if it’s in front of his members. moaning loudly and pushing his ass back into your hand for more.

jjunie loves when you roughly pinch, bite, slap etc his thighs, nipples and stomach. lightly choking him would make him cum nearly on the spot, his eyes would roll back and he’d mewl sweeter than a kitten while his cock twitches so harshly you think it’ll erupt.

Would not like if you slapped his face hard, anything beyond very light slaps and playfully pulling his tongue he does not like at all.

soobin says… no !

No, he’ll cry :(. he’s a total slut for degradation, loves having you call him mean names and spitting in his mouth while playing with his nipples. and he finds it so hot when you choke him while harshly stroking his leaking cock.

but he’ll genuinely cry if you slapped, whipped, or hurt him in any way. can barely handle when yeonjun slaps his ass, always whining and complaining at him to rub it afterwards.

Would only allow light teasing slaps to his thighs while your edging him and trying to get him to cum without permission.

beomgyu says… yes !

yes, absolutely yes no questions asked. he likes to whine like a little bitch on camera; “ow hyung, it hurtss!” and make a big deal abt it or whatever, but he’s obviously the biggest pain slut known to man.

constantly pissing you off and messing with you when he knows your not in the mood just to feel the hot flash of your palm striking against his cheek. immediate grin of victory taking over his face, baring his other cheek toward you in a challenge. “ ‘s that all you’ve got?”

embarrasses you in public by loudly whining like a child and ignoring everything you say to him, doing the opposite of what you say etc. all to watch the vein in your neck throb and your jaw clench in promise of bending him over your lap and spanking him with his favorite paddle until he’s numb.

loves tight collars, nipple clamps, overstimulation, whips, wax play, blindfolds, and ball gags. aftercare is an absolute must.

taehyun says… yes !

the prettiest pillow prince ever who’d never do anything to get punished. just bats his pretty boba eyes and has you in the palm of his hand. loves being treated roughly, slam him against the wall, tighten his restraints, overstimulate him until he’s cumming dry; he loves it.

doesn’t act out to get what he wants, just sits pretty with his favorite set of ropes in his lap and bats up at you with the prettiest eyes. or he’d simply whisper in your ear how hard and deep he wants you to pound him. use him until he can’t think about anything but fat musky cock. <3

edging is a no. princess wants to cum when he’s approaching his climax, was never good at holding back anyway </3

hueningkai says… no !

gorgeous gorgeous puppy boy who can’t hold back when he has to cum :(. he can’t take any type of impact as punishment, neither does he find pleasure from pain. poor boy can barely handle cumming twice in a row. tears rolling down his apple cheeks as he pushes through his second orgasm cause he was a bad boy who came without permission.

likes his collars loose, the type to fuss if he feels it when he swallows. 6ft broad man with thick thighs and a fat ass who tears up when you spank him hard, hiccups when you bite too hard, and whines when you pinch and pull at his tits.

a true baby boy he needs time to warm up to different types of pain. only likes when you pinch and lightly slap his ass.

[sleepysnk]

a/n: hi guys!! i finally decided to get out of my slump and make some content for you guys. i hope you all enjoy <33!!

characters: kunigami rensuke, oliver aiku, michael kaiser

warnings: nsfw, breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, choking (kaiser), some rough sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweet girl), praising, mentions of pregnancy.

BREEDING HEADCANONS.

kunigami rensuke:

you already know he has an insane breeding kink. kunigami had mentioned it several times before that he would be so down to fill you with his cum. all you had to do was say the word and he would do it. it’s always been a thought on his mind, so who was he to deny you of that wish?

you two were both having a heated moment. you had been going at it with him for hours now and your cunt was so tired from the amount of times he had made you cum. kunigami’s fat dick was splitting you open, making you gasp with every thrust of his hips. he was making you feel so good and there was this voice inside your head telling you to let go for him and let him fill your pretty pussy with his seed. when those words “cum inside me!” slipped from your lips, kunigami almost lost it right then and there. his cock twitched inside you and his eyes grew wide. something had snapped inside of him and his pace was animalistic on your pussy. you were so lost in bliss you didn’t even realize he came inside you. his thick, warm cum leaked into your walls, covering them with white. he couldn’t believe he had done that, but it was one of the hottest things he had ever done.

“fuck.. take my cum, baby. you want more, hm?”

oliver aiku:

he has always made it known that he’s had a breeding kink throughout your relationship. oliver has fantasized for a long time about pushing his thick cum into your womb, getting you pregnant. he’s just always held back because he wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.

oliver had just returned home from a long soccer match. he missed you so fucking much and all he wanted to do was bury his cock into your tight pussy. after all, he had scored the winning goal to lead his team to victory. he wanted to celebrate with his favorite girl, aka you. he could hardly stop himself when he entered you and making you feel good was all he wanted to do. you were the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and the idea of you being swollen with his child in your belly made him want to stay inside. you knew oliver was getting close based off his body language. he was dirty talking in your ear, driving you insane. all you craved was him and you decided to cave and tell him to fill you up. you didn’t care if you got pregnant or not, and when oliver heard that, he completely went in for it. he snapped his hips and began fucking you at such a brutal pace it almost knocked the wind out of you. when he came, he had a rough grip on your thigh it almost left bruises on your skin. he felt so fulfilled seeing his thick cum leaking from your pretty hole.

“fuck.. you’re so good for me, baby. my cum will for sure get you pregnant..”

michael kaiser:

kaiser doesn’t have the biggest breeding kink compared to kunigami or oliver, but it’s definitely there. he’s mentioned before that it would be super hot if he would be able to cum inside your pretty cunt. he knew at some point he wanted to do it, but he was just waiting on it.

you and kaiser had been fucking for quite a long time. he was somewhat pissed because he had unfortunately lost a match against a rival opponent, so he was taking that frustration on your exhausted pussy that had been screaming for some type of relief. his tattooed hand was wrapped nicely around the base of your throat, occasionally squeezing to see what pretty reaction he might get out of you. he was so close to reaching his orgasm. his balls felt heavy and his cock was twitching inside of you. there was a voice inside of his head telling him that this was the moment to finally let go into you. he announced to you that he was gonna cum and when he said he would do it inside, your pussy fluttered around him. he thought you were so fucking sexy getting turned on by the idea of him cumming inside you. he almost lost his composure when finally hit his orgasm, covering your pretty walls with his seed.

“how about we try that again, sweet girl? you think you can take another load?”

[byhees]

when you’re insecure about your smile.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 600 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read skinship kissing petnames mention of insecurity — more

a/n. requested— because the poll showed that u all would like more reactions ! ♡

heeseung would feel his heart drop; the way you’d often snap your head to the opposite side whenever you’d smile, strikes him as unusual— it’s as though he’s never able to catch a glimpse of your pretty grin; wouldn’t point it out directly, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable— would instead sneakily engulf you in tight embraces, making it difficult for you to conceal your little smiles whenever he cracks up silly jokes in hopes of making you laugh…

jay would feel his entire world crumble; his daily serotonin boost would be to see your pretty smile, to see the precious way the corners of your lips would curl upwards in the wake of a grin, eyes crinkling to resemble small crescents— and now that you’re deliberately hiding such a beautiful sight from him, he feels the need to reassure you of just how ethereal said smile is— “baby, your smile is so, so pretty. please, don’t ever feel that way about yourself”, he’d say, peppering kisses all over your face…

jake would be visibly shocked upon realising the pattern of you turning away from his direction whilst breaking into a smile— it’s done with such an intent, it’s almost certain to him that you’re purposely trying to hide your stunning grin; wouldn’t hesitate to burst into a series of cute poses and little ridiculous dances in hopes of eliciting a giggle from you— “ah! there’s that beautiful smile!” he’d say, cupping your cheeks in his palms, admiring the way your smile’s glued onto your face, complimenting your every feature…

sunghoon would be flabbergasted beyond belief— the mere thought of you finding your smile unpleasant to look at, strikes him as unbelievable in all the many ways; you couldn’t be more wrong— your smile’s just the definition of perfection, it’s the first thing that he wishes to see every morning, it’s the first thing that he looks forward to catching a glimpse of during arduous days; that’s the beauty of your smile. would try his very best to make you laugh— be it through breaking out into a random tiktok dance, or through horribly-timed jokes…

sunoo would break into the deepest of frowns after finding out about your hidden insecurities about your smile; wants you to know that your smile is, single-handedly, one of the prettiest and most breathtaking things that he’s ever seen in his lifetime. would feign the biggest of pouts when you ever mention how “ugly” your smile is— “baby, love, sweetheart— don’t say that.. you’re so, so beautiful, and so is that little grin of yours”, he’d say before pressing kisses onto the surface of your face…

jungwon wouldn’t waste a second to let you know just how pretty your smile is; would try his very best to elicit even the smallest of grins from you— would even tickle you whilst cuddling in bed, adoring the soft laughs that slip past your lips, the wide smile that’d find itself on your face; would playfully tease you, wanting to elicit that pretty, shy smile of yours— leans in with an intent to kiss you, only to pull away centimetres away, leaving your cheeks flushed pink, a bashful grin naturally spreading across your face; “you look the prettiest when you’re happy, princess”, he’d coo, pressing a kiss onto your forehead…

riki would be in pure disbelief; he merely can’t comprehend how you’d find that precious smile of yours, unpleasant— if anything, it’s the very, very, very opposite of that; “don’t you dare hide that pretty smile from me”, he’d say, lips jutting out in a very non-intimidating pout, arms crossing over his chest; and the mere image of him acting all adorable has you grinning on your own— little did you know, it was his plan to pull out the cutesy act; after all, he’d do practically anything and everything to see that beautiful grin of yours…

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Can we get a kinda fluffy mile high Winter smut while you're in the air pretty please!

I love it when girls do the nose scrunch thing, it's so cute and Winter is no exception :))) This is unedited btw but I hope you like it regardless!!

“Oppa… Manager oppa…”

You feel Winter gently nudge your shoulder while you’re trying to sleep. Annoyed, your eyelids creep open, glaring back at her.

“What is it, Winter?”

After SM assigned you to manage their newly debuted girl group four years ago, you figured it would be an easy job, and at first, it was. Rookie Aespa was fairly easy to handle. They were all pretty timid at first, and you were more than welcome to help them navigate the treacherous idol industry. However, once the girls got used to you being around, they immediately turned into little monsters. Always running around and screaming, it was less a manager job and more a babysitting job at this point. You were constantly exhausted, even more so now that their skyrocket to fame meant constant overseas schedules.

“Oppa~” Winter groans cutely, trying to ease the tension. “I need… help.”

“Help with what? Just ask the flight attendant.” You turn your body away from her and shut your eyes. She vigorously nudges your shoulder, the sensation not unlike a cat pawing you to get your attention.

“I need a different kind of help,” she whispers, a lilt of a smirk in her voice. The tickle of her breath against your ear is enough to fully wake you up. Without another word, you grab Winter’s hand and take her to the nearest lavatory, the petite girl struggling to hide her excitement amongst all the sleeping passengers. One of the benefits of working with Aespa is that their sexual appetites are insatiable. Even Karina, who recently snagged herself a pretty successful boyfriend, still asks you to fuck her in the hotel after overseas schedules.

After ensuring that the coast is clear, the two of you sneak into the cramped airplane restroom. She pushes you against the toilet and straddles your lap. Even with no makeup on and a mask covering half her face, you still think she’s the prettiest girl in Aespa.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” You say, smiling up at her. Winter giggles, scrunching her nose at you.

“Are you just saying that to get into my pants?” She teases,” Because it’s working.” She tosses the mask away and gently smashes her lips against yours. Even at her horniest, Winter’s movements are always so soft. It’s what you like most about her. Unlike the other girls, who prefer rough, senseless fucking, Winter enjoys taking her time and ensuring both of you enjoy the experience of lovemaking.

The taste of her cherry chapstick fills your mouth - her signature flavor. Your hands wrap around her petite waist as she begins to grind her hips against your crotch, moaning into your mouth. The chorus of whimpers is music to your ears. As much as you would love to stay in this position forever, you couldn’t risk getting caught in here. With a quick zip, you discard her bulky jacket that hid the real treasure underneath.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you say. Her cheeks turn a princess shade of pink from the mere sound of a pet name. Pet names are Winter’s biggest weakness - baby, honey, love, the simple utterance of a single word will make her melt into your hands.

“Oppa~” she giggles, biting her lip. Like a switch flipped on in her head, her body reacts to the word immediately by grinding harder on your crotch, your cock begging to be broken free.

You gently take her off your lap and unzip your pants while Winter watches you excitedly.

“You like it, baby?” You smirk as you rub your length in front of her eyes. Without a word, she lowers her leggings and plants her hands against the wall, presenting her plump ass towards you.

“Please, oppa~” She begs cutely. “I wanna feel your thick cock inside me.” Her eyes watch intently as move her damp panties to the side to expose her dripping honey pot. You lubricate your length with her juices, enjoying the way Winter’s face twitches as you tease her entrance. Finally, you firmly grab her hips and slowly impale her onto your cock. Her mouth forms an “O” as struggles to keep herself from moaning.

“O-oh my god… Y-yes…” She whispers, her breath shivering. Each thrust is slow, but deep, savoring the grasp of her velvet walls around your member. No matter how many times you fuck her, each time is always better than the last. Your fingers sink into her soft flesh as pure bliss takes over your body.

“I love your pussy, baby,” you whisper sweetly into her ear. “Out of all the girls, yours is my favorite.”

“R-really?!” Her eyes light up at the compliment, inadvertently increasing the grip of her walls around your cock. A groan escapes your lips as you thrust harder and faster into her wetness, forcing you to cover her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly.

“Of course, baby. Fuck, I love you so much Winter.” The sudden confession sends the idol into a lustful spiral. She bucks her hips backwards, meeting your every thrust, while she sucks your fingers like a pacifier. You prepare to pull out as the pressure in your loins begins to build towards your climax.

“Winter, I’m about to cu-”

“Cum in me, oppa!” She exclaims way too loudly. “I want you to fill me up! My pussy is yours to claim!” Your mind is too far gone to give a damn about the consequences. With one final thrust, you slam your entire length down her pussy, shooting your cum as far down into her as you possibly can. Winter reaches climax at the same time, her juices leaking out of her full pussy and onto her thighs. That single moment is the closest you’ll ever be to Heaven, both mentally and physically.

Your body nearly crashes against the other side of the restroom as you pull out. Winter catches the combination of your fluids leaking from her pussy and brings it to her tongue, swirling it in her mouth.

“Tasty,” she comments, winking at you. Once both of you catch your breaths, you peek outside the restroom only to be met with some scrawny looking boy who gives you a knowing smirk. Sighing, you rummage through your wallet and slap a $100 bill in his hand.

“You heard nothing,” you say to him before grabbing Winter’s hand and leading her back to your seats.

[vixeneptune]

🎀 Princess treatment

🎀 I'm such an elegant pretty Princess who gets everything she wants for free

🎀 I'm always treated with so much care, love and respect. People go out of their way to please me and make me happy

🎀 I exude grace and high value, my beautiful aura inspires others to treat me like I have pretty privilege and like I'm so important and special

🎀 I always get VIP treatment wherever I go, I'm used to it by now

🎀 people are very attentive to me, they're so generous they spoil me and shower me with so much love, attention, affection and gifts

🎀 I love how everyone is so kind and sweet to me 🥺 its obvious that I'm their fav person and they truly love me

🎀 my feminine energy attract masculine men who provide for me abundantly and treat me like a princess

🎀 I literally never have to pay for anything, men always offer to pay for me and buy me things no matter how expensive. I'm worth every dime

🎀 I always attract men who are secure, masculine, rich, generous and treat me like a goddess queen. They love me unconditionally

🎀 people are so sweet to me I always get so many compliments about my beauty, personality and aura. Everyone thinks im the prettiest girl they've ever seen. They tell me how gorgeous, classy and lovable I am 🥰 I'm always surrounded with love and genuine people who treat me the best

🎀 being in my life is a privilege, I add value to others just by existing and everyone gives back to me 10x folds

🎀 I never have to worry about anything bc im always taken care of and supported. People love helping me with everything, I have all the support I need and more and I'm so grateful

🎀 a pretty princess like me doesn't even have to try or work for anything, I don't stress about anything , everything naturally comes to me bc I'm so attractive and magnetic

🎀 I love taking care of myself , I always look fresh clean and I smell so sweet and addictive. I literally look perfect from head and toe and everyone tells me that

🎀 I'm so lucky I get princess treatment everywhere I go it's unavoidable and I love it. I get princess treatment even from strangers , they carry my bags for me, they open doors for me, they give me things for free, they give me flowers and compliments and offer me things. It's so sweet

🎀 I'm open to receiving princess treatment bc thats what I deserve. My energy is feminine , inviting and open to receive. I attract the best kind of treatment, the best kinds of people and the best experiences. I'm so high quality that I keep on getting the best

🎀 people are always on their best behavior when they're around me bc I'm elite. They do everything to satisfy my needs and make sure I'm happy and comfortable and I don't even have to ask , they keep on showering me with love nonstop without expecting anything in return , my smile, my approval and appreciation is enough :)

🎀 my feminine presence is so classy and elegant it attracts both men and women. People would do anything just to be around me , to be my friend or my lover that's the biggest win. I'm highly pursued and wanted by everyone.

🎀 everywhere I go I hear people whispering about how pretty and charming I am. Everywhere I go I get more than 10 people who are in love with me and competing for my love & attention. I receive love letters, flowers, and gifts just for existing

🎀 "anything for you princess" , "i don't want you to worry about anything , let me handle it" , "I bought you your favourite things just because" , "how are you so pretty? I can't take my eyes off of you" , "I'd do anything just to see you smile" , "don't even have to carry your wallet ,I take care of everything" , "get ready I'm taking you on a trip to your desired country", "you're the kinda girl every man would die to be with" , "your femininity is intoxicating", "I love your energy I can't help but treat you like the royalty that you are", "you literally look like the prettiest princess", "you're so elegant and ethereal, I'm mesmerised by you" are things I hear often

Princess treatment subliminal

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

pleaseeee write some more rafe x weird!reader 🙏🏻🫶🏻

How about some Weird!girl headcanons?🤭🪞🥀

Weird!girl and Rafe met at the cemetery about a year after Ward died. Rafe was there visiting his grave, boasting to his deceased father about his success when he heard the prettiest little voice. He never expected to find the most beautiful, yet most strange girl he’s ever met sitting by her mother’s grave with a little orange cat.

Weird!girl absolutely adores animals of all kinds. Her family owns one of the most successful dairy companies in the country so she’s spent a lot of time around farm animals. She absolutely adores baby goats and bunnies the most though.

Weird!Girl’s mom died when she was young and her dad was never around so she was raised by her eccentric kook grandma. Everyone in the OBX always thought there was just something a little odd about her entire family.

Weird!Girl is a passenger princess through and through, she tried to get her permit when she was 15 but failed the test twice and honestly just gave up after that. Her grandma always had a driver for her growing up and once she gets with Rafe he happily takes on that position.

Weird!girl loves pretty things, but not in a classic diamond way. She loves random opal rings and pretty lace dresses found at vintage shops. And chunky chokers from flea markets. Rafe can’t stand this. He finds loopholes by buying her custom bat shaped jewelry and expensive platform shoes from her favorite brands.

Weird!girl has never really had a lot of friends. All the other kooks either looked down their noses at her or straight up belittled her. She was written off by Pogues just for being a kook, even if she didn’t feel like one. Rafe is her first real relationship, friendship or otherwise.

Weird!girl has a little white bunny named Lydia who she treats like her actual child.

Weird!girl wasn’t a virgin when she and Rafe met, she lost it to a band geek in high school and has had a few random hook ups as an adult. Rafe likes to pretend those didn’t happen.

Weird!girl smokes cigarettes and weed but she’s really girlie pop about it with her little vintage ashtrays and cute little custom bongs off Etsy. She also loves to hit the pen.

Weird!girl has tons of cute little tattoos. Baby deer, lambs, teddy bears with too many eyes and their stuffing coming out.

Weird!girl collects dolls, some porcelain but mostly Monster High and Bratz dolls. Rafe teases her about this at first but when she gets genuinely upset he realizes how much it means to her and now he’s buying her every single doll she’s ever wanted no matter the price.

Weird!girl absolutely loves horror. Rafe isn’t the biggest fan at first but once he sees how much she loves it and how happy rambling on about it makes her it makes him learn to appreciate it more.

Weird!girl is constantly making Rafe take pictures of her. She will dress up in little costumes or outfits and drag him out to the middle of the woods for an impromptu photoshoot. He’s a well trained Instagram boyfriend at this point.

Weird!girl has Rafe wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even really realize to what extent. She says jump and he says how high. He’s very in tune with her needs, before she can even ask him for something he’s already doing it.

Weird!girl is an absolute freak in bed. She’s submissive for the most part but sometimes she straddles Rafe and rides him so hard all he can do is hold onto her hips for dear life and take it. She loves marking him up. Scratches, bite marks, bruises she sucked into his skin. But she wants the same from him, she has a huge ownership kink.

All things Rafe & His weird!girl here

[amymbona]

stanford!artrick cuddling, comforting, and babying reader after she runs into their dorm crying bc her date stood her up and she looked so pretty :( -🍄

AWWW :( you're so pretty in your little floral dress, teary-eyed and pouty, looking like a little bundle of distress at the doorframe of their dorm. They instantly take you into their arms and hold you like you're the most delicate piece of porcelain that could shatter if anyone dared to treat you harshly.

"Look at you, so cute in that dress."

"You look like a princess."

"Such a pretty girl."

"Don't cry for that idiot, sweetheart."

"Just breathe, baby, you'll be okay."

"It's okay, we've got you."

They're showering you with compliments, Art's - whose chest you're resting on - running a hand though your neatly curled hair, while Patrick keeps rubbing your back and bum, hoping to ease your distress with his ticklish touch. But tonight, you're having none of it.

"I'm so stupid. He didn't even like me."

It breaks their hearts to see you like this, but some unspoken satisfaction is hanging between the boys as they exchange a quick glance. At least there one less boy they need to compete with to earn your love.

"Nonsense," Art mutters, lifting your head with a gentle touch of his palm. God, even now when you're crying, you look so adorable with your pink cheeks and puffy lips. "Look at me, c'mon, you're not stupid. But he is."

"Yeah," Patrick agrees from behind you, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder, a cheeky smile on his face. "What kind of guy he is to dump such a gorgeous girl?"

Apparently, this particular's guy rejection was enough to completely erase your confidence, as a new set of tears gathers in your eyes and you bury your face back in Art's shirt. "Shut up, 'm not gorgeous."

"Bullshit," Patrick's hiss in your ear is accompanied by a squeeze or your ass and a gaze sent towards his blonde best friend. He's always been better with words, better at comforting people.

"Right. You're the prettiest - no - the best, most stunning girl we know, really," he attempts to encourage you.

"Then why does nobody wanna date me?" you imply with a small peep, sniffling as you realise the harsh truth. Nobody wants to date you, nobody's interested enough in you. But you couldn't be more wrong.

We would, they both think, as it their minds once again work in sync. They would, oh the would, they'd like nothing more, actually. Oh, if you only knee how many moments the boys have spent just admiring your beautiful face, watching you from afar and just taking you all in, wishing you were theirs. It's such a shame you always choose the biggest douchebags to be interested in.

"We could take you out," Patrick proposes almost way too casually.

With a sniffle, you lift your head off of Art's chest, wiping the snot away from your nose. Your distressed expression is met with Patrick's smug smirk, knowing he finally managed to push you somewhere. "What?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear me," he rolls his eyes, shuffling to lay more on top of you and squeezing you between Art and himself. "We'll take you out - to the cinema, or some club, or a fancy dinner - a proper date. Just say the word."

Your gaze flicks between both of the boys, eyebrows knitting in confusion when Art nods, now rubbing your shoulder in encouragement. But that's too silly, they're literally your best friends - they're like your brothers - wouldn't it be strange to go on a date with them?

"That's- that's too silly," you murmur with a small shake of your head.

"You're silly," Patrick counters softly. In such a tender gesture, so unusual of himself, he reaches out to wipe the dripping smudges of mascara from your cheeks, his touch as soft as a caress of a cloud, "But you're also a cute, amazing girl. Our cute amazing girl."

"And you deserve to be taken out on the best of dates," Art chimes in with his characteristically positive tone and kisses the top of your head.

But you're still unsure. "I dunno. Wouldn't it be, y'know, weird?"

"Weird?" Art laughs, "Who do you think we are, darling?"

Patrick nods, poking your nose, "Just give is a chance, hm? We'll make you feel like a princess total. Promise."

Art agrees, "Yeah, promise."

[c0smiclatt3]

GEPARD LANDAU: Devotion. - part 1.

"you kept me like a secret but i kept you like an oath."

(a royal au!) after your uncle's betrayal and assassination, your father takes his place as king, thrusting you in the public eye as the crown princess. as you leave your days of dreaming behind you, you zero in on your duty: to earn your citizens' trust, to restore your family's tarnished reputation, to elevate your kingdom to the place where it once was through a political marriage. but as the days loom nearer, your bodyguard is torn between his duty to your kingdom and duty to your happiness as he realizes - this isn't what you really want.

☾₊ ⊹ TAGS: royal!au, fem reader, bodyguard gepard, friends to lovers, unwanted arranged marriage trope, 16+

Adoringly, the maids used to tell you that when you were born, the first thing the midwife exclaimed was that you had the biggest, prettiest eyes she ever did see.

You were born into wonderful fortune, living a life comfortable and free as the daughter of a duke and duchess, your father next in line to the throne. Your immediate family was not the main royal branch, - it was your uncle who was the king - leaving your side of the family much more freedom to enjoy their wealth.

As a young girl you spent your childhood alongside your brothers, all much older than you, gazing in awe as they prepared to be soldiers, generals, inventors. Your early days were spent waddling around the estate, your fat, clumsy toddler feet pattering on the marble as you toddled excitedly upon hearing the governess' heels clicking their way to the library, promising to behave so you could listen to some wonderful tale of a land far away.

As you grew older you accompanied them on their trips outside, relishing in the hustle and bustle of the seaports as you watched the merchants bark their offers for their fresh catches of the day, the unfamiliar smells of spices, the heavy, dusty crates filled with treasures from abroad.

You learned just as quickly as your brothers: growing into a quick-witted, sharp-minded, intelligent, and ambitious young lady. Once upon a time you aspired to be a governess, to perhaps open a school, to travel the kingdom to impart this knowledge on other bright-eyed young pupils, and spend the rest of your waking hours devouring knowledge in books. The maids doted on you. The butlers adored you.

But your uncle died in the last war leaving your father to suddenly fill the throne in his wake. With the sudden shift in power, your life was thrown into disarray - and as was the kingdom. Yes, your uncle had died, but what died with him was the reputation of your family dynasty as well: at the crux of the last war, your uncle abandoned the battlefield, perishing following a uprising by his outraged infantry, leaving your family walking a delicate tightrope between exile or revolution.

With your father's inexperience as a leader and your immediate family's life up to this point relatively out of the spotlight, it would take a miracle for the citizens to trust their new king and his family, especially as the kingdom was reeling from a humiliating loss at great political and economic cost -

A miracle like a young princess, wedding a well-off prince with just the right connections, just the right charm, with just the right love story to boot. And there was nothing the public loved better than a love story.

So while your brothers were off sailing across the seas, travelling to lands far and wide to really experience the world for all it had to offer, to see with their eyes what they had only learned through pages, were permitted to be brave, to be curious, to be daring... You were left to the balls to smile pleasantly and bat your eyelashes at the flattery of your long line of suitors. Your hopes and dreams of education were dashed and replaced by an education more befitting of a bride-to-be: housekeeping, sewing and embroidery, music and arts, and just enough maths to be able to maintain finances and go shopping. These were all things you enjoyed and excelled in, most certainly. But what your heart yearned for most of all was to crack open the spine of an encyclopedia and bury yourself in it: to get lost in an adventure somewhere halfway across the world, to decipher every formula that went into keeping a ship afloat, to walk through the woods and identify every track left behind by every passing animal.

Few things brought you solace in those lonely days that followed your father's coronation, for now you were the crown princess.

Except for him.

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He arrived with a firm knock on your door. Two knocks. Precisely timed. Kneeling on the floor of your new room, head in your hands, you lift your head, a stray lock of hair stuck to your tear-streaked face. You rub your cheeks, only adding to your red flush more so than hiding anything. "Yes?"

The first thing Gepard saw when he pushed the door open were your eyes - glistening with tears and the twinkle of a fresh-faced young girl. This was the first time he's seen a young princess in the palace. Your uncle had no daughters.

Your father stood behind him, his hand on his shoulder. "Gepard Landau," he says, "Captain of the Royal Guard."

The boy stood at perfect attention in his suit of armour, adorned with the family crest. His helmet tucked under his arm, his sandy blonde hair is freshly ruffled, cheeks dusted pink from the heat of his helmet, blue eyes gleaming like a sharpened sword.

"I thought the captain was dead," you mumble to yourself. From reading the papers you knew the previous captain, a stern and ruthless man, had by some tragedy perished on the battlefield of the last war. Oh, yes, you suddenly recall that he had died as his commander abandoned him, as the king, your uncle, abandoned him-

Gepard speaks.

"He is." If he felt bitter his voice betrayed no emotion. Landau. Landau. You realize too late that you made your comment too soon.

"I... I'm sorry."

He only shakes his head. Was he always this stiff? "I've been preparing to take this position my whole life. It's an honour if anything."

His face was unburdened by the lines of age, still just as fresh-faced as you were, the remnants of boyish features fading to young manhood, just as you began to bloom into your womanhood. He must be a formidable young man to take up a position this important, and to be trusted so faithfully by the royal guard at his young age. He couldn't have been a day older than you.

"... I see."

Your father interjects the suddenly tense air. "He is to be your bodyguard from now on. It's palace rules to ensure that you never leave his sight from the moment you step into your bedroom to the moment you rise for breakfast."

You dreaded this. And your father knew and would be lying if he said it didn't hurt a piece of him to have to confine his little explorer of a daughter to the cushy life of a princess. But he had to set an example now. And you understood that too.

You swallowed, hard, before you nodded, and rose from where you knelt as you watched a small crowd of guards stand by the doorway. You had read enough royal history books to know what came next. Gepard approaches you.

He had known all his life that to be sworn in as a personal protector of a royal family member was a momentous occasion. To hold the life of a kingdom's future in your hands. It was one of the highest honours, to be trusted with a responsibility like this, and one he never imagined taking up this early, not expecting his father to leave him so soon. In some ways he knew he was just a boy, sixteen and growing into his body, but in each footstep he took he stepped into becoming a man.

A young boy grown up too soon. A young girl grown up too soon.

He walked towards you.

The weight of the guards and your father behind him bore down on his back. They were here as witnesses. In any other scenario this would be a ceremony done before the kingdom, a pledge made publicly to declare his allegiance to the royal family, leave no shred of doubt in the kingdom's mind that he was bound to his duty. But with how hasty the shift in power was, there was no time for a grand ceremony.

And yet still, when he looked at you, watching him as you stood in the centre of your room, the curtains of your bedroom fluttered in the summer breeze in a way grander than any royal cape or train of any dress. The cicadas chirping outside, the gardens in full bloom below, and you, standing there, hair fluttering loosely around your face, he knew - this was a princess.

"Forgive me," Gepard says, voice soft enough that only you two could hear, "I know this is a bit unorthodox, but the urgency of this transition leaves no time for formalities."

He descends to one knee, his eyes bright as they looked up at you. From this distance you can see just how bright they seem to twinkle, peering through loose locks of blonde like fresh-cut gemstones. A richer blue than the royal blue of his uniform. Sapphire. He clears his throat.

"I, Gepard Landau," each word is spoken with purpose, reverberating with centuries of history, speaking as one with all his predecessors before him. "Hereby swear my devotion to you." He offers his palm to you, which you take in yours, what you knew was a symbolic gesture of a blood pact. His grip is firm, and yet in it you feel a hint of a tremble. "I bind myself to you in body and in spirit. Your pain is my pain, and I will protect your life as if it were my own. So long as you reside under this royal roof, I give to you my life in whole." He meets your eyes for the final words of the oath. "I offer in life my body, in death, my soul."

You bow your head in accordance with tradition. You know the words by heart, and yet speaking them out loud feels unfamiliar, different somehow, looking at this boy on his knees before you.

"Captain Gepard Landau," you speak. You wonder if he can feel your pulse in your wrist, "I entrust myself to you."

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☾₊ ⊹ AN: this was going to be one long long long fic but then i a. didn't even know if there would be enough demand for me to warrant spending all this time on this fic LOL b. was not about to sit down and write like 10k words in one sitting i am not that insane. so if you liked this please please let me know by liking + sharing + commenting so i know that here are still geppie fans out there ;w;w;w;

[miupow]

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╰┈⪼ hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִ��ָ𐀔 fluff, hurt/comfort, a little angst

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog! reposting for @boba-beom ‹𝟹

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hueningkai loved to cuddle, demanded it every day, but almost always ended up falling asleep— says it’s because of how warm and cozy he feels, safe in your arms. you hardly mind, despite how heavy he can be on top of you, since it gives you the freedom to run your fingers through his hair, squish his cheeks, play with his fingers. you adored your cuddle time with your boy, especially because of how sweet he could get.

“love your tummy,” kai mumbled into your neck, voice deep and drowsy— his sleepy voice gave you butterflies, so distracting paired with the noise of the tv it took you a moment to process what he said. 

“what?” you giggle, sure you heard him incorrectly, but kai repeats a little clearer, “i love your tummy, ‘s cute,” 

you blink hard. you’ve struggled with your weight your entire life, your stomach and the way it sits on your body being one of your biggest insecurities… and huening finds it cute? your boyfriend was sculpted for the gods, broad and built and fit, and you… you always felt like you were nowhere near his level. 

“it’s really not,” you retort halfheartedly, shying away slightly when kai’s hand comes up to rub circles on your middle— he recoils with a betrayed gasp, eyes wide and pout on his lips:

“what?! why do you think that? did someone say something to you?”  

you blink again, a little surprised by his reaction. “no… it’s just—“

“i mean it,” kai insisted, looking surprisingly serious and even a little angry. “if someone said something to you, i’ll go and talk to them—“

“hyuka, really,” you laugh, patting his cheek. “no one said anything.”

“well, then why do you not like your tummy? i love your tummy, baby…” kai pouted, big palm firm on your stomach. “it’s so squishy and soft…”

you frowned and twisted away. 

“‘m fat, hyuka.”

there was a painful moment of silence, huening gazing at you with big, sad, watery eyes, looking genuinely so shocked and heartbroken that you wished you hadn’t spoken at all.

“oh, sweetheart,,” he breathed, scooting down the bed so he was face to face with your stomach. he fiddled with the hem of your shirt for a moment before pulling it up— just enough so that he could nuzzle his face into the plush, rub your sides with his palms. “you’re the prettiest girl in the world, so beautiful, all mine… i love your body, baby, so soft and cuddly,,”

you made a choked off whimpering sound, hiding your face behind your hands. 

“awe, don’t hide!! lemme see you~” 

you slowly moved your fingers away from your face, blushing bright crimson, completely lost for words. this couldn’t actually be happening.

“there’s my pretty girl~~” hyuka cooed, giving you his sugary sweet bean smile. you wanted to smile back at him, but you were too shocked and embarrassed to do much more than stare. you must’ve at least looked cute, though, because kai giggled and shook his head at your expression. 

“cutest tummy,” kai leaned down to press a soft kiss to your stomach, “most beautiful princess i’ve ever seen,” he peppered another kiss. “my favorite plushie, so cuddly,” and another. “i love you so much,” and another. 

your face felt wet. you wondered if you were crying.

“don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect, okay?”

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[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi!! I recently read your works, they're soooo good!! I loved the ateez ones!!!

Also idk if you're taking requests rn or not but like omg, the tiktok dance trend for Fantasize, yk that? Damn my feed has been filled with that and that only 😭😭and I wanna do it soooo bad and like surprise someone with it but like I'm single af so I can only rely on an ateez reaction 😭😭 so here I am, requesting you to do an ateez reaction when their s/o dances to fantasize Infront of them :')

Ateez’ reaction to their s/o dancing in front of them.

genre! Romance; fluff

warnings! None (i don’t think)

description! The members of Ateez reaction to you (their s/o) dancing in front of them for the first time

a/n: I’m so sorry this was so late, it was cute!! Since it was so late I just made it “dancing in front of their s/o” but it could be with any dance of your choice, no specifics!

Hongjoong: He is surprised but also proud? He thinks you look amazing as you’re dancing and can’t show any other reaction other then his jaw completely dropped to the floor. “Where did you learn this dance? Can you teach me now?”

Seonghwa: He immediately blushes when you start to dance. He’s stuck in a trance honestly. You look so good and he can’t take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. He’ll probs just stare at you like he’s seen a ghost until he finally tells you how amazing your dance was.

Yunho: The biggest smile appears on his face. As a dancing machine himself- he’s so freakin proud to see his pretty s/o dancing so nicely. Let’s not forget how attractive he thinks it is too. Like he’s drooling at your dance, almost. He’ll give you a big ole kiss afterwards.

Yeosang: Gives you the prettiest smile a guy can give. He really thinks you super cool and sexy. The way your body moves so easily is honestly breathtaking. Afterwards he’ll ask you to do the dance with him but he’s just saying that so he can see you dance again.

San: He probably knows the dance tbh and might just start dancing with you LOL. For real though, he would think you look so sexy doing that dance. You make him want to kiss you all over until you know how good of a dancer you are. It’s honestly just super cute to him.

Wooyoung: He stares at you like a weirdo, watching your body move in all different ways. He can’t help but feel some type of way. He gets the biggest butterflies at then end, when you finish. When you ask him how it was all he can say was, “Do the dance for me again please prince/princess”

Mingi: He randomly gets really shy x. Like it just makes him realize that his s/o is perfect. To him at least. I mean, You can dance, and you’ve gotta perfect personality. What more can he ask for. He gets really happy and excited and his reaction makes your heart flutter for sure.

Jongho: He feels very content watching you dance. You really wanted to show him this dance so he makes sure to watch very attentively, but he just feels so good. I can definitely see him looking like a proud mother while watching you lol 😭 Def proud but he also thinks you’re so prettyyyyy

Hope you enjoyed! If you liked this, make sure to like or reblog!

[likedovesinthewindd]

btw I love your works anyways wouldn’t it be so cute if Hobie Brown/spiderpunk was with like a coquette girly (bonus points if she lies to a cop for him like ‘officer he would never do that’ omg i prob sound like a pickme😭) and like shes so lana del rey but hes so punk rocker😫😫

no bc i see your vision!! im a real sucker for the opposites attract concept like c'mon you can't tell me he wouldn't love a pretty gf by his side, doting on her like crazy!!

hobie brown x fem coquette!reader

❀ hobie's literally just so entranced by you. like he thinks you're just the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

❀ you might seem soft and unconfrontational, but best believe you'll go to war for your man. if that means lying to cops for him you'll gladly do it. "what do mean he stole it? he's never stolen anything in his life now go away thank you:)"

❀ he calls you "princess" or "pretty girl" because you're just so beautiful to him like he has heart eyes every time he sees you.

❀ everyone's kinda shocked about your relationship bc the two of you look kinda crazy together. like it's this 6'3 punk guy with piercings and crazy clothes and next to him is this girl with the most dainty clothes, everything ironed and styled to perfection and not a hair out of place. he doesn't give two shits that people are staring though, and neither do you.

❀ he loves styling your hair in all these beautiful styles. He'd have you sit by your vanity in the mornings and he'd work his magic and just create the prettiest styles for you. Like look at how cool his hair is, you can't tell me he doesn't know about hair maintenance and styling. Like he can definitely braid like a champ. few examples below⤸

like he can work magic with your hair i just know it. and he finishes it off with the prettiest accessories like ribbons and bows because he knows you love accessorizing.

❀ he's always giving you little gifts. sometimes even home made things which absolutely melt your heart.

❀ best believe you're at every band performance. you stick out like a sore thumb but you don't care; you're their biggest suppoter after all.

❀ he let's you wear his clothes. he just loves seeing you in your pretty pink sundress, mary-janes with frilly socks, and then topped of with his battle jacket. (it's also so that everyone could see you were his girl 🤭)

❀ you don't have as many piercings as him (he's still been trying to convince you to get more) but the two of you do have matching dermals. yours on your lower back and his by his collarbones. He has two simple ones and yours are two pretty pink diamonds.

[bbkissme99]

Nanami Dad au

dadNanami with a child PLUS with Yuji being

Nanami and Yuji

math help.

you fit into their little family, perfectly - naturally. part 2

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Picture Perfect

papamin's masterlist ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡

ultimate wingman masterlist

°˖➴ when your baby …— (JJK MEN)

JJK characters with their newborns

dad!nanami consoling his toddler

just the life of nanami kento, his wife, and their five-year daughter who call curses she can see people's imaginary friends.

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader.

coach papamin

he comes home to find you crying in bed

you and kento discuss your growing family 

dad nanami headcanons

Dad Nanami bakes cookies from scratch on a Sunday morning.

detective!nanami finds a little boy part 2

girl dad!nanami and everything is ok

nanami with a daughter

late night snack

You and Nanami have two kids.

Nanami x fem reader x your daughter

Nanami's reaction to his daughter wearing a jumper saying "I love daddy"

papa nanami and how he can't decide which fleece jacket he should buy for his little girl—

family fluff

nanami kento as a father

at 10:22 AM you open your eyes, feel around the bed in search of nanami and perhaps little itadori

NANAMI KENTO || HIS S/O BEING PREGNANT + HIM AS A FATHER

dad nanami hcs

⌗︙・dad kento ⸜⸜・

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CANDY PRINCESS — nanami kento

“Our first-born, the prettiest in that baby ward, even though I’m biased.”

Dad!Nanami

Ughhh thinking about girl dad Nanami

DAD NANAMI KENTO

Kindergarten

This Is A Life

him listening to his daughters explain girl math to him??

Nanami basks in the presence of his wife, his toddler and precious newborn daughter

𝖮𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

nanami kento as a dad headcanons!

thinking abt dad!nanami and how cute and wholesome that would be bc if you guys had a daughter, he'd be the biggest simp you would ever see

Dad reflexes

A Day in the Nanami Household

Another one

girldad!Nanami coming up as soon as I can steady my breathing again.

Baby snippet... Nanami Kento!

Dad!Nanami headcanons/drabbles

[marthawrites]

Beneath the Blooming Branches

Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 800+

About: Spring has officially sprung. You and Rhaenyra enjoy a quiet afternoon strolling and picnicking in the gardens.

Includes: Soft wlw fluff 🩷

Note: Hello lovely reader! This fic was inspired by @hotd-bigbang! It is purely self-indulgent because our dragon queen deserves more soft moments. I wrote this with young Rhaenyra in mind, but you can use whichever Nyra your heart desires! As always, reader is non-descript. Please, enjoy!

Cross posted on ao3 too!

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“Would this be considered improper if anyone were to see us, princess?” You asked Rhaenyra in an excited, hushed voice, keeping pace with her agile steps out of the Red Keep and into the gardens. On your arm was a small basket of treats. During your time as one of the princess’ maid servants you discovered she had quite the sweet tooth. Some of her favorites were: candied lemon slices, candied orange slices, and sponge cake drizzled with honey. You just so happened to have all of those in your basket–along with a couple extra treats, too.

A small smile quirked her lips as her fingers interlaced between your own, continuing to drag you along the path. “Perhaps you have me mistaken for a princess who cares what others might think?” With a playful arch of brow her smirk gave way to a wide dazzling grin. Her clean teeth and pale purple eyes sparkled in spring's midday sun.

For a moment you weren't sure what to say. When she smiled like that–truly smiled–your belly and heart did silly little flips that stopped you in your tacks. She was lovely in a maroon silk dress with delicate lace details accented by pearls. In the high noon, her golden jewelry gleamed on her ivory skin like pure strings of sunlight. Radiant. How someone like her developed such a fancy for you was one of the biggest mysteries of your heart! You felt dull next to her in your common servant attire. But, beneath the neckline of your dress, you felt the silver chain dotted with its tiny crystals against your chest that she had gifted you; pretty, beautiful.

Rhaenyra was good at keeping secrets. As were you.

Besides, a headstrong Targaryen dragging her favorite maid around hardly looked suspicious. Simply two girls out enjoying the change of spring weather!

“Oh, silly me. Apologies, princess, I must have been thinking of someone else,” you winked.

“Just as I thought.”

Giggling, while still walking hand in hand, Rhaenyra led you along the garden's path. Sun dappled through bright green flowering trees making her silver hair glow. Fragrances–lilac, rose, lilly–filled your senses. The gentle ever-present buzz of bees hazed your brain in the best of ways. Each time Rhaenyra smiled at you, or squeezed your hand affectionately, magic bloomed to sweeten the memory this would soon become.

Between gossip, jokes, and easy conversation, you barely noticed how much time passed. 

“Oh! Let's stay here,” she said wistfully, tipping her head back to stare up at a blooming cherry tree. One of the prettiest sights this time of season. 

Next thing you knew you were laying out a blanket to sit upon beneath the pink and white tree; petals falling lazily from its branches like gentle snowflakes. Worker bees were louder here than anywhere else. Calm. Relaxing. You sat with a contented sigh. “I've brought your favorites. Are you hungry?” you asked, eyes bright.

“Always so sweet for me,” Rhaenyra replied as she carefully knelt behind you so as to not wrinkle her dress. “First, though, I want to do something.”

Since she was behind you you couldn't even see her from your peripheral. You trusted her, though. Maybe that's why butterflies twirled in your belly. You felt her fingers gently loosen your hair until it lay loose and natural. Despite the gentleness–or perhaps in spite of it–a shudder ran all along your spine and you couldn't help but squirm. A little. “What are you doing?” You asked, turning your head over your shoulder curiously.

“Hold still,” she answered with mock seriousness. Then, she added, softer, “I'm going to braid your hair and put cherry blossoms in it.”

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to not let out a tiny squeak of delight. “Ooh! Okay. Afterward, it's my turn to give you a surprise,” you proclaimed sweetly with a glance at your basket. A smile grew on your mouth and your cheeks warmed with joy. By the time Rhaenyra was done you could have dozed off against her in the warm sun.

“There,” she said, a gentle ‘aww’ escaping her. “I wish you could see it from the back! It's so lovely.”

“I'll be careful so that when we return to the Red Keep I can use two looking glasses to see it at the right angle," you promised. Grabbing for your basket, you turned around so you were both kneeling and facing each other. “Ready for mine?”

“Yes!”

You opened the basket and pulled out a clear glass jar of preserved, still plump, cherries. “From the last harvest,” you said, beaming. “How extra fitting that we can share them here.”

“How did you know I've been craving these?” She asked with bright eyes.

You shrugged, grinning. “Just a hunch.” The seal popped when you opened it, and the scent of syrupy sugar and perfectly ripened cherries wafted from the jar. You pulled one out by the stem and offered it to Rhaenyra. 

Taking it, she savored it as she ate it. Then, she did the same for you. 

Cherry after cherry, you shared the treat. By the end of the small jar both of your fingertips were stained red, as were your lips, and it made the kisses that followed all the sweeter; a saccharine secret beneath the heavily bloomed branches.

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