#those eyelashes can't be real

[dreemurrsightings]

Two kinds of people waking up

[leronboi]

Drew my ocs as ink ppl cuz I am a Splattoon 4 professional gamer

[vixeneptune]

See yourself being perceived by others in this light bc you already are such a remarkable beauty to witness

Pov : everyone who sees you says this about your looks

"Omg you're drop dead GORGEOUS 😍 "

"HOW are you so pretty 😭😭 what's your secret"

" you're literally the prettiest girl I've ever seen I'm not even kidding"

"Your eyes are so mesmerizing wow😍 ..I'm in love"

"U have the most perfect lips"

"Ur eyebrows are always on fleek"

"I love how long and thick ur eyelashes are"

"You're so beautiful I'm obsessed"

"Ur skin is literally FLAWLESS"

"I'm convinced you're a real life goddess"

"I looove ur hair it looks so healthy and soft and luscious "

"How are u even real? U look so ethereal and out of this world!"

"Ur beauty has me daydreaming and writing poems"

"Ur beauty alone leaves an unforgettable mark on everyone"

"I can't fathom how pretty you are"

"Everything about u is perfect, like youre unbelievably stunning"

"What's it like being the most beautiful girl in the world?😍"

"U have this kind of beauty thats so captivating, haunting and addictive to look at"

"I love ur stylee u always look so chic"

"You're such an eye-candy I could look at you forever"

"Ur face is literally my desired face, ur beauty is the standard"

"Girl I would kill to look like u"

"Ur beauty leaves me speechless everytime, how do u have that effect?"

"I don't think anyone who looks at u can resist falling in love w you"

"Has anyone ever told you how powerful your beauty is? Like it's dangerous how beautiful u are"

"Do you model? U literally have the body and looks for it"

"I love ur fashion sense , u give off IT girl vibes"

"Stop looking at me with those siren eyes 🫠"

Pov : people say this behind your back

"She's def the kind of girl who steals all the attention with her beauty when she walks into a room"

"Y/N had a huge glow up, she keeps getting prettier everytime I see her"

"She looks so stunning in pictures but wait till u see her irl its even better"

"I genuinely think she's the prettiest girl in existence"

"There's something about her beauty thats so hypnotic it sticks in ur mind"

"My heart starts beating so fast when she looks at me. Her beauty makes me nervous"

"Have you seen Y/N? she's the prettiest around here"

"She has that kind of beauty that everyone wanna copy"

"She's naturally beautiful like she doesn't even try"

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Let me know if u want more like this 💫

[pippin-katz]

Alex & Being Bisexual 🩷💜💙

I've seen a lot of people complaining about Alex not having as big of a crisis over being bisexual as he did in the books, but I feel like a lot of people are overlooking the development he does go through.

Henry is the first guy he has felt attracted to that he actually knew prior to getting physically involved.

Alex & Miguel

Nora's asks specifically about men Alex has "been with", not men he's liked or interested him. She means physically, and he knows that too. Alex doesn't even bother with giving any context or details for his high school hook up. His description of his hook up with Miguel is straightforward, direct, and factual, because he doesn't have an emotional attachment to that moment or Miguel.

This, and his interactions with Miguel, gives the impression that they don't really know each other that well. It seems like they met during the campaign, made out in a hot tub, and now occasionally they talk at school.

They don't seem like friends, rather acquaintances after a one night stand, which is pretty much what they did. Their first conversation is mostly Miguel trying to get quotes for his journal and flirting with him rather than any kind of real discussion.

Gifs courtesy of @phakphumm from this post

Alex isn't stupid; he knows Miguel is flirting with him, however he chooses not to acknowledge it. He doesn't discourage him, but he does not encourage him either.

He avoids saying anything about it at all. His expressions after the eyelashes comment show him at a bit of a loss for how to respond. Alex seems flattered by the compliment, but doesn't seem to have any real desire to hook up again.

Everything Miguel says, he says in an attempt to get something out of him, whether it be flirting to hook up and/or get quotes for his journal.

Same thing at the state dinner; Alex isn't fully paying attention cause he's busy staring at Henry, but Miguel opens with compliments, specifically about his memo, which is definitely an attempt to flatter him. Then he starts asking direct questions about the campaign, Alex doesn't answer, and he walks away. They're not really friends.

New Territory

It's one thing to admit being somewhat attracted to the same sex, under limited, physical circumstances. Lots of people often joke about "being straight/gay but I would sleep with this person".

It's another thing to develop an attraction to a person you know of the same sex when you've never had those feelings before. It's not just physical anymore, because you know and like this person outside of that context, and the physical intimacy gains a new meaning.

Alex VS Feelings

This is a new feeling for Alex. This man practically makes out with two women he barely knows without any qualms, but when he's waiting to see Henry? His close friend who he knows and plans to kiss?

He is nervous; not just a little nervous either:

Alex is a pretty confident guy, able to host massive parties and dance without any reservations about it, unlike Henry who awkwardly bounces. He's a fantastic public speaker. Excluding the wedding, which were extreme circumstances, he's able to navigate a room comfortably. We know from the closet conversation that he used to get scared, but it's clear based on his campaign efforts, the DNC speech, and so on that he's grown into his role and can play it well.

Here, Alex can't sit still. He doesn't know how to stand. He's shifting around, almost pacing. He visibly tries to muster up the confidence we know he has, but can't. He's trying to pose, or look confident, and almost gets there, but the second the door opens, he panics and just stands there.

"But that's just cause he really likes Henry!"

Yes, exactly; Henry is his first step towards fully realizing his identity.

Once the tension is broken, Alex is confident again and doesn't hesitate anymore. He may not be completely sure of his identity, but he is completely sure that he wants Henry. Those thoughts take priority when he kisses him. He knows physical intimacy. He knows how to kiss with someone regardless of who they are. He has been with a couple men, and is a man himself, so he knows what feels good. His confidence stays intact during their exchange when they get to his bedroom.

There are very small moments where you can see his nerves poke through.

When Henry pushes Alex over the couch, not only is it surprising to him, it also disconnects them for a few seconds. He has a chance to look at Henry while they're not touching or kissing, no direct distraction.

When Henry starts undoing his pants, he looks up, inhales quickly, blinks a couple times, and swallows; it's almost like he's thinking "okay this is actually happening now". Again, no direct distraction, as Henry isn't doing anything yet, and Alex isn't touching or kissing him.

Both moments go by fast though because he's focused on what he knows, the physical part. He knows he wants Henry physically, so he can focus on that, and deal with the other feelings later.

Alex is aware that he has feelings toward Henry that are new to him. He doesn't know what they mean, and it's nothing even close to what he feels later in Paris and at the lake house, but they're starting to form. He's the one who suggests that he and Henry see each other again, and you would have to be blind not to see the brief disappointment on his face when Henry says it has to be very casual. It's also important to note that this is right after Alex comes out.

The Bisexual Label

While his feelings make Alex nervous, Henry is still his friend and he feels comfortable around him. He's the first person he comes out to; he was unable to say anything definitive about his identity during his conversation with Nora, despite her best efforts to help him.

Henry is the first person he tells and he distinctly shows uncertainty when he first uses the bisexual label:

He's serious about it; not overly serious, but he's coming out very formally. He's nervous, even though he's telling Henry, who he literally hooked up with five minutes ago. Henry already knows he's attracted to men. Alex is not nervous about that; it is clearly the label that he's uncertain about.

Confidence

A lot of people get taken by surprise when they start questioning their identity because they had simply never thought about it before.

The uncertainty Alex has about his identity was initiated by his feelings for Henry. Alex clearly never considered the idea of being in an actual relationship with a man. Without Henry, he may have never figured out that he was fully bisexual. He may have continued fooling around occasionally with guys, never giving serious thought to the other possibilities, unless/until he met someone like Henry who basically smacks him in the face with a mirror.

Being with Henry makes him truly think about himself, and come to the conclusion that he's bisexual. Seeing/dating Henry also makes him more comfortable and confident in his identity over time.

While Alex hadn't acknowledged Miguel's advances before, after he sleeps with Henry, he actively calls him out on it and refuses without hesitation as soon as Miguel puts the suggestion out there. Miguel even says "Well, I don't anymore", confirming that had been his intention in earlier scenes.

He had been trying to hook up with him again, and because Alex never addressed it, Miguel thought that it was possible. Alex may not have addressed his comments, but Miguel could see for himself that they had a positive reaction; he felt flattered and bashful. That response coupled with the fact that Alex did not outright tell him to stop was enough reason for Miguel to think it could happen again.

Also, Alex told Nora that he got the feeling Miguel wanted to hook up again, but that he was a journalist, which does not say he wouldn't be down. He never says he wouldn't want to; instead he expresses his apprehension to the idea due to his job. So for all intents and purposes, before Henry came along, Miguel was correct to think it was a possibility.

This seems to be the first time Alex has ever actually addressed their tension, and it occurs after he starts seeing Henry and using the bisexual label.

Owning The Bi Label

Then Zahra finds him and Henry the next morning. She is kind enough not to tell Ellen immediately, because even if she won't admit it, she does care about Alex a lot and recognizes the importance of something like this. However, she makes it very clear that he needs to tell her ASAP or she will.

When he comes out to his mom, he is significantly more sure of himself when he uses the bisexual label. He laughs and uses the shorten term "bi" which is a small detail but indicates his confidence, compared to how he cautiously said "bisexual" when coming out to Henry. He's not at all nervous to use the term, and says it grinning.

This is also indicative of his confidence in his label because Alex doesn't lead with his sexuality. He leads with meeting someone, and clarifying that it's a man, and that it's Henry. So once they're on the couch talking, Ellen is also already aware that he is attracted to men, but this time, he's prompted about his label and he shows zero nerves about using the term "bi".

Queer Identity

By the end of the movie, Alex is able to publicly refer to himself as having a queer identity. Obviously, he was outed against his will, but he is still able to stand up and acknowledge who he is without nerves about it. He has been with Henry for a year, and he knows who he is, and he’s not ashamed of it. As he says, the leaks were an issue of privacy, not shame. Alex is not afraid to say who he is, and he is queer, he is bisexual. He’s a different person than he was before Henry. He’s learned about himself because of him.

Does he have a complete, computer-error-noise breakdown over it? No, he doesn’t, but he does not immediately start waving a bi flag around either.

Okay, that’s all! This took so freaking long to put together, but I hope it helps people understand how his bisexuality is addressed in the movie. Just because he has a different journey than he did in the book does not mean he did not have a journey at all, and I hope this allows people to see it more clearly! Thank you for reading!

[heartlyrins]

GAMBLE FOR YOUR LIFE !

˚₊‧Desc— In which by gambling on his life, Aventurine manages to procure himself a little pet to take care of.

˚₊‧TW— smut, dubcon, slave/master, gentle noncon, face fucking, hair pulling, praise, anal, fem!reader, pet names, human trafficking, pussy eating, pussy kisses, he loves babying you, Aventurine sees himself in you so he's a total softie to you :(, spoilers for 2.0 and his backstory

˚₊‧A/N— Hey cuties!! Short lil fic before I actually write dark content for real, sorry my writing is a lil messed I'm a lil sleepy. Not really dark content since it's more like dubcon, sorry I was in the mood for praises :(. Send me requests I'm so lonely

Gambling is something many people enjoy—of course, Aventurine is one of that many people. It's not that he enjoys it, he just has some extraordinary luck as his sister once said.

Through gambling, he finds that you can attain many things. Some of the things which shouldn't even be sold—an illegal trade of sorts.

You could even trade a life.

Not his life, of course, not anymore. But a cute doozy girl from the slumps, he was once a being like you—a slave sold from places to place, but he had escaped that life.

The Kakavasha he once was is no more, instead an Aventurine is reborn. But seeing the look in your eyes reminds him of the child he once was, the child he didn't have the opportunity to memorise.

The life he left behind and hoping to forget. But he's reminded of it everytime he looks deep into your eyes.

He's grown to like you. You've gone through the same things he did, but only that you hadn't have his luck to escape earlier.

He can see that you're starting to grow him too, it was easy to get you to like him. The masters you've had must've treat you badly, so it would come to you naturally to like a kind one.

Well he does give you pats and praises when you've done even something that isn't worth noting. Like for example, picking up something from the ground and throwing it away, sleeping when he told you so, chewing with your mouth closed.

Those were the basic things natural in life, but he can't help to praise you for the simplest thing.

Even as you're just taking him into your mouth, not even bothering to suck on his cock and just taking it motionlessly in your mouth while he does all the work, he still can't help but praise you for it.

"Oh, baby—baby relax your throat." He coos as he looks down at you, holding onto your hair gently as if you were so fragile.

He starts to push his cock deeper, enabling your gag reflex as your throat attempts to push away the foreign object currently in your mouth.

He's so gentle with you that you hate it, you hate how he babies you, you hate how he's doing this without your consent and you especially hate how your body is reacting to it.

"I'm going to fuck your throat now okay?" He pushes through despite your gag reflex and grips onto your scalp almost painfully as he begins to fuck your face repeatedly.

"F-fuhck—you feel so good, so fucking good!" In a breathy moan he starts to abuse your throat faster, the only thing you could do was attempt to breathe through your nose which you were failing miserably.

You were almost kne the verge of fainting, black spots taking over your visions until he pulled out of you and came on your face, his cum dripping down your hair and eyelashes.

You start heaving on the floor, appreciating that you could at least breathe again. But you weren't even allowed that when he brings you to the bed and lays you down flat on your back gently.

You weren't used to this kind of gentleness from your previous masters, or anyone at all. He kisses your pussy through your panties before pushing them to the side and spreading your lips apart.

"Your pussy is so pretty.." He moaned out when he was met with the sight of your pink lips.

He licks a stripe up to your clit and gives a kiss on it and it gave you a moment to wonder if he was making out with your pussy.

The index of his ginger soon entered your hole as he licks at your vagina as if he was a starving man on an island.

Once he deemed you were wet enough, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance before sliding the tip of it down to your puckered hole and you can see him smirking as he sees the fear in your eyes, desperately trying to push him away.

"N-no there.. It's dirty and dry—" you attempt to reason but he only spits down on his thumb and opens up the puckered hole slowly with his thumb.

The mere feeling of it disgusts you.

But what could you do accept take his cock in your asshole as he wanted to? And he's certainly adamant on it.

He brings his head down to your ears before whispering silently in your ear and you can feel his hot breath on your earlobe.

"Shh, it's gonna hurt if you don't relax okay? I'll do it slowly, baby." the fact that he was so relaxed about it made you wanted to push him further, but he kept you still by the hips and pushes into you as he said—slowly.

But it still hurts no matter how he does it and you squeal at the pain—you wish that he would've just pushed it all at once so the pain would be gone faster.

"You're such a good girl, you know that? My good girl. It was worth it gambling my life in that casino, just for you. I wanted you the moment I set eyes on you—" he groaned as he pushes himself further until he's at the hilt.

You push against his chest, flailing around at the pain but he just leans over to your tits and holds one boob in his hand before sucking on the other.

He reaches a finger down to your clit and starts rubbing you to get you to your climax faster which made it hurts even more, but it felt so pleasurable even if you try to resist.

"N-nuh, not there I'm sensitive!" you moan, it felt like you wanted to black out from the pain and the fact that it felt so good infuriates you.

He groans as he starts setting his pace faster, letting go of your nipple with a pop and moving onto your neck before sucking on one of the spot.

"Ahah—you're so cute.." he says when he pulls away from your neck, leaving a hickey in place.

"So adorable.. Go on, cum my little princess. Cum from me fucking your little tight asshole—" as if on command, your body reacts and came immediately.

He groans as he felt you tighten up, giving a few more thrusts before he came in you and pulls out, letting his cum drip down the sheet.

You were so glad that it was over, until he cups your chin and makes you face him.

"Oh no, baby. I've got a few more load left inside me, after all, I still haven't used your pussy yet.. You didn't think it was over, did you?" he grins when he sees your droopy face that was stained with his cum and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

The night still has a long way to go.

[radiant-reid]

girl

write more of spencer eating his partner out. like, i need some hot, romantic sex. imagine like being awoken to him just going to town and hun just smirking - “i wanted some breakfast”

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Usually, Spencer peppering kisses along your neck means it's time for you to get up, and he doesn't have the heart to let a blaring alarm do it, but this morning, those kisses are more open-mouthed, and his warm tongue swirls against your skin with each one.

These aren't Good Morning kisses, they're Good Morning kisses.

"Mm." You mumble, carding your hand through his hair. "What are you doing?" It's surprising you can form words when he kisses you like that and makes your head spin.

Without an answer, he shifts you so you're lying flat against the bed and he leans over you, kissing your collarbones while his cold hands creep up the inside of your shirt.

"Warm your hands up before feeling me up at least." You chuckle slightly as your skin ripples with goosebumps while he touches your boobs.

"Sorry, sorry." He says in his raspy morning voice, but you're pretty sure he's not from how much he's smirking.

You work with him and pull your top off, giving him uninterrupted visuals of your bare torso. You've barely been awake for three minutes and your heart is already racing as you anticipate what's coming. It's just the effect Spencer has on you.

"What are you up to?" You stop him, tugging at his hair before he can take off your sleeping shorts. His curls are resting against your stomach and he looks so pretty under the sheet.

"I wanted some breakfast," Spencer says before smirking like it was the most genius thing he's ever said. "If you'll be so kind."

You hold his cheek while you wiggle your hips and he tugs your shorts off with a grin. He doesn't hold back, holding your thighs open with his big hands and licking a bold strip along your core.

Your fingers curl in his hair, guiding him towards you like he'd ever dare to pull away. "You taste so good." He says against you and the vibrations have your head spinning.

His tongue traces your folds, leaving no inch untouched before peeking into you.

As always, it's heavenly and there's no stopping the soft moans that leave your lips at his every move. His hands stop you every time you try to close your thighs around his head, forcing you to feel the total bliss he's bringing you.

"Fuck, Spence, keep going." You moan, rolling your hips in time with his tongue moving inside you.

"Feels good?" He asks you, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes as he focuses on his task. You whine loudly, nodding. "Come on, baby, cum for me."

You can't not oblige his instruction and you effortlessly come around his tongue, waves of pleasure taking over you. He doesn't stop until you've ridden out your high, letting you come down from your high gently and making sure to savor every drop of you.

He's beaming when he looks up at you, clearly proud of his efforts. "Good?" He double-checks.

You nod, cupping his cheek. "Very. I hope you're hungry for real food now because I'm cooking you breakfast as a thank you."

[juicywritinghoard]

prompts to shake things up

I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear

I'm going to take over the world and no one can stop me not even y- okay well if you ask nicely I guess

you say childish like it's a bad thing but I see you eyeing that life size Pokémon plush don't kid yourself 

be honest are you crying about the commercial with the kitten in it

this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,

soooo *twirling hair and fluttering eyelashes* why does everyone think you're a freak

I know I'm your doctor and the horns growing in overnight was kind of a surprise but why do you want them removed those are sick as hell

babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring 

okay so if you want me to rescue you from up there you have to try to come with me--okay I guess I'm picking you up

I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh

every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing does it need more salt or not I swan to John

oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind,

you frost cookies like you're neither left or right handed but a third other hand that you don't actually possess and I can't stand it (affectionate)

I don't think you understand how much your good morning texts legitimately keep me from rotting in bed all day 

you must be pretty down if me juggling your oranges doesn't even get a laugh out of you :( should I light them on fire? 

no I see the super powers yeah I just, I'm not sure you got them from your medication, yeah, and would you say that's a negative side effect or

you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS 

ooh what's this potion do? coffee? that's a funny name. what happens if I press this button? humans are so fascinating this is the best I hope I never go home

you've been blinking SOS in Morse code at me for ten minutes honey this award ceremony is supposed to be honoring you 

when we kiss I feel like I'm floating, like literally gravity stopped working on me please don't let go?? also another kiss wouldn't hurt just saying 

so it was YOU who took a full bite out of that stick of butter!! please. please. why??

let's go on vacation somewhere cheesy and act like we're a couple wouldn't that be sooooo funny haha

okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them

I'm a spy. i can do unspeakable crimes under the morally bankrupt cover of night but I'm not sure I can pretend to look at real estate as a couple with you 

my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this

[angel-of-the-moons]

Eccentricities

Yandere! Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Dark Themes, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Yandere!Miguel is a warning on his own, spying, peeping, camera use, masturbation (m)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Enjoy my brain rot I now infect you all I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish

Taglist: @vineberries9 @irmiki @autismsupermusicalassassin @obi-mom-kenobi @rin-matsuoka345-blog @loosecan @6thhokageswife @selarus @heyohalie @sapphire-and-ruby @night-spectrum @famouscattale @thespaceinbetweennothing @lazy-idate @toshimoshiko @saharadesertaj @flaps200 @amelialysm @fried-milkfish @zaunsin

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Pt. 1

You weren't sure if it was your luck, or your resume that landed you probably the easiest, most well-paying job you've ever worked. But man, were you glad whatever did get it, got it for you.

Little did you know, it was neither.

The truth is... your boss, Miguel O'Hara, noticed when you emailed it to him. Something about the pictures attached stirred something up inside him.

Maybe it was the soft, Mona Lisa-like smile in your photos, or maybe it was something else entirely. He himself didn't know it, the reason why you immediately piqued his interest.

Sure, he's hired female employees before, one or two housekeepers. They were always buxom girls looking for the whole "boss having sex with his hot maid" cliché. One even tried to trick him with a false pregnancy test, just for him to call her out with a body scan right then and there.

And yeah... he almost always wound up fucking them. But that was it. They were good, warm holes to fuck, that was all. Fuck them until he got bored with them, and toss them out; that's what he would do.

Hell, some of them weren't even good fucks... He'd had better sex from random women he brought home from clubs.

Thank god for non-disclosure contracts.

But you... He had a feeling you would last longer than all of them. There was something about you.

And whatever it was, when he met you for the first time in person in that tiny café, was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent, your voice, the way your eyelashes batted your cheeks, even the shy shuffle of one foot behind the other as you spoke with him.

He could already imagine himself splitting you open with his cock, right then and there. Making you gasp, and scream and writhe and beg him to show some mercy at how he would pummel that sweet little cunt of yours; showing everyone there that you now belonged to him.

But patience is a virtue, and good things come to those who wait.

And Miguel O'Hara always got what he wanted, in the end.

It was just a matter of waiting.

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"I just have to say that, I... It's very generous of you to offer me a room to stay in, Mr O'Hara." You say as he leads you down the hall.

"I really can't thank you enough."

He sucked in an imperceptible breath at your little smile and twinkling eyes as you rocked your head back to look up at him and meet his red-brown ones.

He flashed a smile, charming. His teeth were crooked in some places, but for some reason it put you a bit at ease. Despite his sheer size, Miguel looked... Normal. Drop dead gorgeous "normal", but still. It made him... more relatable to know someone like him wouldn't immediately run to a dentist to fix his teeth to project an image of perfection. That he wouldn't give in to vain appearances.

"Of course. You don't have to thank me at all." He said, leading you down the hall of his impossibly large house--no, mansion--to where you would be living.

"All my previous maids have been given their own spaces to live in, it's easier on them so they don't have to worry about arriving late, or paying for taxis or finding their own ways to work." He replied casually.

"Oh, actually, I'm curious about that. I haven't seen other staff around here, why is that?" You chirp innocently.

"Ah, well..." He said, giving a strained smile. He had to think of something. Fast. He couldn't possibly tell you the real reasons why. Maybe.

Yet.

"They simply didn't work out. Many of them didn't follow direction well and were constantly challenging my authority."

You frown, your brows furrowed. "Okay, arguing with your boss sounds kind of... Dumb."

"Indeed." He chuckled, his voice a deep timbre that you swear sent shivers right through your very bones.

"And as for why you are currently my own employee? Well. I do like my privacy." He tells you.

God, the smell of your perfume and the way your lips sparkled from that lip gloss...

"Ahem. Technically, the only other person you'll be seeing is Lyla."

"Lyla?" You echoed.

"Yes. She's my... assistant. Artificial intelligence. Don't let her snark fool you, she's not so bad once you get to know her." He smirked.

He could hear your pulse quicken whenever he smiled.

"Oh! An AI? I've... I've never actually met one. Like a literal one, not the ones they program into taxis..."

"No, she's far more sophisticated than that. Expertly programmed by me, smart... And of course there's the sense of humor, I don't know where she got that... But she won't bother you often." He assured you.

"Oh! Of course..."

"Now, here's your room." He gave you a grin over his shoulder as he reached for the control panel of the double doors. He could hear your heart pitter patter already.

The doors opened with a dramatic whoosh, and Miguel stepped aside for you to walk in.

He felt a smug sense of pride at your shock of the huge room he'd given you for your own personal space, and how you'd murmured that it was larger than your whole apartment.

Luxuriously furnished, it looked more like some kind of... Of ten-star hotel room or something!

The way your eyes sparkled and your mouth parted in a soft, excited smile. Everything about you had his heightened senses on alert, but not in a bad way.

You looked so soft. So delicious. Something about you made him want to devour you, bit by tiny bit.

"Mr. O'Hara, I... Oh I can't thank you enough! This is..."

"I'll leave you to it." He chuckled, giving a wave as he walked past you back out into the hall.

Pausing in the doorway, he gave you one last look.

"And you can call me Miguel... Pequeña ave."

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He simply couldn't wait and had to violently suppress the urge to drop to all fours and leap like an animal to his office and check the well-hidden, practically invisible cameras he had planted in your room and bathroom.

The moment he entered his office, he locked the door and turned Lyla's access to the room off to leave him to his privacy in case she called him.

Miguel felt a buzzing beneath his skin at the thought of what you could possibly do once you've fallen into a sense of safety and privacy, especially since he'd given you permission to have a few days to become acclimated to your new environment before you had to start work.

He sat on his chair and immediately opened up the files on his monitor, selecting the camera feeds until holograms of you at various angles were projected for him to see.

He watched intently as you unpacked your clothes, placing them in the large ornate dresser.

He already made a mental note to hire movers to bring the rest of your meager belongings to his house.

Yes. Yes.

You would stay.

For as long as he wanted you. And right now he could see himself wanting you for a very, very long time.

The moment you flopped on the bed, your breasts jiggling so beautifully to him, the cute look of surprise as you sunk so deep into the downy mattress before settling in with a relaxed groan that sounded so pornographic to his ears it sent blood rushing straight to his dick.

He leaned back, running his tongue over his fangs as he continued to watch you unwind and unpack, careful not to prick the sensitive muscle on the sharp bone.

He watched you pull a small black box out of one of your suitcases and hastily move to hide it beneath your clothes in your dresser.

Bottom row, far left side, all the way to the back. He made a mental note to inspect that drawer later.

Miguel leaned in towards the projections and tapped the one of you nearest to your new closet as you slipped your blouse off and down your shoulders, revealing your back and the straps of your bra.

The leather creaked under his weight as he shifted, switching the angle to the one directly above the closet, facing down, getting a full downward view of your breasts.

He groaned and reached down to palm at his cock that throbbed in his trousers, stroking the clothed flesh in languid motions, vein beating relentlessly along the length.

He let out a guttural groan when you bent over, slipping your shoes off and placing them on the rack within the closet.

He switched angles as you bent over again and pulled your pants off, revealing your cute ass peeking out from the cotton, cherry-print panties you wore.

He ripped his trousers down to his thighs and fisted his cock in his large hand. He was disappointed you didn't notice he went without boxers today, or maybe you had but were too shy to look.

You were putting on quite the show.

Surely, you couldn't be this naive, right? So innocent? You couldn't just believe some rich man would let you, a cute, sexy little thing live in his house without planting cameras in your room and bathroom?

You must know. You must simply know, and that is why you are sashaying your hips this way and that as you dump your clothes into the laundry bin and grab the vinyl bag containing your hygiene products.

He used his thumb to smear the stream of precum leaking viscously from the head of his cock, groaning as he switched the feed to your bathroom cameras.

He watched you place your pads and tampons in one of the drawers of the vanity, organize your oral hygiene products next to the sink. He studied each bottle of vitamins you placed, his eyes picking up the words "prenatal" on one.

He dropped his head back with a groan and rolled his hips, languidly stroking his dick as his eyes rolled back.

Prenatals. You weren't pregnant, he'd be able to smell it if you were. But already the thought of fucking you full of his cum played in his mind.

His head snapped up when he heard the shower turn on and he frantically switched the feed to the shower cam.

He watched and listened as you hummed a little song to yourself, giggling at the rainfall-like streams that filled the stall.

The way your lips parted and you made that little "oooh" sound had him wondering how you'd sound when he fucked you so hard your eyes crossed.

He began to pump his fist harder, the rivulets of precum giving him ample lubrication to stroke himself.

He ran a hand through his hair as he panted, watching you as you slowly slip your bra off and toss it to the floor, along with your panties.

His hand smashed the control after to change the camera to one that had a better angle of you.

He made a sound that was almost a whimper as you closed the stall door, stepping under the steamy water with a happy and content sigh.

Miguel bit at his bottom lip, fangs threatening to prick the plush skin.

Everything about you was cute and sexy, even that cute little patch of hair between your legs, cut into the shape of a heart.

The thought of lasering that hair off and replacing it with a permanent tattoo of his spider symbol... His own little brand...

He moaned loudly into the dark of his office, feeling his balls draw taut as his orgasm got closer.

Your hands lathered in shampoo, you started scrubbing your hair, your flesh jiggling deliciously as you rinse it out, nails scratching at your scalp.

He wondered what you'd do if he pulled your hair, what sounds you'd make.

He wondered how you'd do if he pulled your hair and made you choke on his cock.

"Mierda!" He hissed, pinching the base of his cock in an effort to stave off his orgasm.

Miguel continued to watch, giving himself teasing strokes as you conditioned your hair right after.

His fist pumped harder and faster when you began soaping up your hands to scrub your skin, cupping your breasts and brushing over your hard nipples.

His breathing was so fast he was practically hyperventilating, the tip of his cock leaking more and more, the length of it throbbing and twitching as you washed the soap off.

When you slipped your hands between your legs to clean yourself there, all Miguel could do was moan pornographically, grabbing at his balls and stroking his cock as he arched his hips off his chair, his thick ropes of cum painting his fingers and dripping down to his palm, splattering a part of his leg and the underside of his desk.

He dropped down, sighing as the buzz of his orgasm slowly faded.

He cut the feed to your room.

And in the dark, bright, ruby-red eyes opened and a fanged smile bloomed.

He was going to enjoy making you his.

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Pt. 2: Link

[sixosix]

happy 5k, six! i remember finding you randomly one day bc i wanted to read more genshin fics and look where you are today!! you absolutely deserve all the love n support you're given rn /p /happy

in any case, i can't resist the event calling out to me frfr, so if it's possible, may i please request a badtzmaru plushie, wanderer, and fluff?

wc 300, modern au; THANK U SO MUCH ANON WHATTT that means so much to me!! so glad u were w me thru my journey... and also im sorry LMFAOO u sent this ask a month ago,,, i hope u'll be able to read this anon<3

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

“What the hell is that,” Kunikuzushi said blankly.

“It looks like you! Doesn’t it?”

The badtz-maru plush stared back at him, daring him to deny it. Kunikuzushi glared at it with contempt rolling off of him in actual visible waves. “No. No, it really doesn’t.”

You held the plushie by his face and compared the unhappy expressions. They looked terrifyingly similar. It was hilarious, and so you burst out laughing at Kunikuzushi’s face.

Bullied, Kunikuzushi snatched the plushie off your grip and reared it far from your reach. “Why do you even have this?”

Kunikuzushi was scowling and trying his best to come off as intimidating, but with the badtz-maru plush in his grip, it was excruciatingly difficult to take him seriously. Or maybe it was because you’d gotten too used to him that it didn’t affect you. His attention was still attention from him.

You grinned and batted your eyelashes in a way you knew would make him falter. “I told you already. It reminded me of you.”

Kunikuzushi was still scowling, but his arm no longer extended like he was seconds away from chucking the palm-sized stuffed toy. It was still staring at him, and you were reminded of those pets looking like their owner videos.

“How long have you had this?” he asked, voice much quieter. His ears were red.

“Probably since you left to visit Japan.”

“A week?”

“A week!” You gasped. “That’s shorter than your last trip. Did you miss me that much?”

He cocked a brow. “This is more home than that shithole.”

You wanted to coo and tease him for that rare glimpse of vulnerability (even when veiled by his indirect wording), but you knew what he meant—you knew what it felt like. Your quiescent house only ever felt like a home when Kunikuzushi was here.

“Should I buy you a plushie that looks like me for you to take?” you wondered aloud, genuinely considering it. The stupid badtz-maru plushie you bought out of a moment of weakness from missing him, no matter how ridiculous, helped you when your arms felt a little lonely.

“No need.” Kunikuzushi threw the plushie to the bed, ignoring your alarmed shout. He drew you in by the waist and smiled in that deceptively sweet way only he could really pull off. “I’ll just take the real deal along with me instead.”

[acrux-jr]

Carousel - part 1

Had to write about Mike, bro - saw the fnaf and that Josh Hutcherson crush came back full-fledged 😭

That messy, disheveled look and the "i can fix him" complex really, really hit home here, lmao. Tried to do canon but probably failed miserably. It just means i gotta watch it again 😏

NOT BETA-READ

Summary: You and Mike broke up a while ago... but of course, one small encounter sent you spiraling back to him.

Angst and smut coming in part 2 and 3.

Word count:1.5k

Taglist: @leahdhopkins4321

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You look into the room to the right of you. There, you see Mike Schmidt. He was holding the comatose girl's hand. As he got up and leaned down, he whispered something to her, and he made eye contact with you.

You looked at him and then down at her and continued to walk forward. You don't bother to look behind to see if he followed, it was an intimate moment and that wasn't for you, not any more at least. You pushed the doors open and saw her. Her eyes glazed over you and light up with recognition.

"Y/N!"

She hopped off the chair and ran towards you. Your heart ached, you gave her a small smile and returned her hug.

"Hi Abby. How are you? How's school?"

"I've missed you so much. None of the other babysitters are as fun as you. Schools fine! I've made real friends."

You knew it was hard for her with her active imagination and timid personality. A warm and sincere smile made it to your face. "That's so good Abby!" Abby motioned you to lower down and bit, you obliged, crouched down and was face to face.

She brings her tiny cuffed shaped hand towards your ear. "Mike misses you." It waa small and timid, she was unsure of your reaction to the secret she shared. She was there when the fallout happened and she knew it was horrible.

The smile faded a bit but was plastered back on when she was done whispering. Her face was full of hope and worry.

Leaning in, you whispered back, "I miss him too sometimes. But you gotta keep it a secret Abs." She nodded and put her pinky out.

"I will!" It was sealed with a stamp. The doors opened again and Abby looked behind you to see her brother.

Mike's breathing hitched as the doors opened. There you were with your long h/c hair. A black spaghetti dress, with little flowers, a green knitted jacket, with see through leggings and boots. When you turned to face him he saw the onyx necklace he gave you for your birthday. It had been two months before he saw you again. With your flushed cheeks, long eyelashes, and full lips, and here you were in the hospital waiting room.

"Hi." It was meek and awkward and so fucking Mike.

You gave a silent sigh, "Hi Mike." You gave a wave. He noticed your nails were longer, and painted dark green, his favorite color.

He stuffed his hand in his pockets. "Um… what were you two talking about?"

Abby spoke before you had a chance, "It's a secret." He raised an eyebrow at her and gave a snarky smile.

"Oh yeah?"

She nodded her head, "Yup," she popped the p.

You gave a smile. Mike looked at you. And you looked back.

"Well I guess it can't be helped."

You shook your head, "Sorry those are the rules." Abby giggled at your solemn expression.

"Can Y/N come over for dinner? Please Mike I miss drawing with her." His eyes widened at the sudden request.

"Oh… um.. well… we- we don't know if uh Y/N has plans or not." He stumbled to get the words out.

There was a nervous pit in your stomach. You wanted to vomit. Abby turned to you.

"Please Y/N we can have pizza or spaghetti or both!"

'Ah her favorite combo.' You gave an inward chuckle. She skipped to you and grabbed your hand.

"Pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

"Oh well with a cherry on top? How could I ever say no to that?"

Abby smiled and giggled. She started to pull you towards the exit. "Come on! Let's go then."

You laughed and smiled. "Okay Ab's, but I gotta go home first."

She gave a dejected look. "Don't worry I'll be there for dinner. Mike can text when?"

Mike gave a wide eyed look when the question was directed at him. He found himself nodding. "Yeah of course."

The smile came back on her face and she ran to Mike. She started to pull Mike now. "Mike hurry! We have to get food for when Y/N comes!"

"Okay okay jeez. Um I'll text you then?" There was a slight desperation in his voice.

You nodded and the sibling duo left.

You groaned and let your head fall in your hands. Of course, just fuck yourseld over. Great. Perfect.

Your mind and heart were racing. 'This could only end badly.'

Mike started the car and looked at Abby through the rear view mirror.

Abby stared back. "What."

"Why did you invite her Abs?"

"Because I've missed her. And so do you! Y/N was the best babysitter ever and you scared her off." She mumbled the last part to herself but Mike still heard.

He sighed and reversed out of the parking space. Abby was right, Mike scared her. No, what he did was worse. If Y/N ever forgave he would thank god himself.

There you were, same outfit but with a simple gold chain, the one your mother gave you. You held an artist box and a plate full of ginger snap cookies. You baked them without realizing these were Mike's favorite cookies. You were so used to making them for him and Abby, it came naturally without a second thought.

You rang the doorbell, there was something you assumed was stumbling to the door, and then there was Mike. He looked disheveled and bags under his eyes, while he looked incredibly fucking hot it made you want to jump him right then and there; he also looke tired and worn out. It made your heart ache at the thought of him falling deeper into despair.

"Hey."

"Hi."

He glanced down at the art supplies. "Oh uh here let me get them for you."

As he took it, your hand touched and a shock ran up your back. "Thank you."

"Y/N!" Abby dashed through the hallway and all but shoved Mike. She gripped your hand like you would disappear if she let go.

She babbled on and on about Mike and how he cleaned the house and cooked and took a shower.

"Abby! Go get the plates ready." He gave her a look and she rolled her eyes. You chuckled.

You glanced around, everything was the same. Everything felt the same. It felt like a regular Friday night when you would get back from you class and Mike would have dinner ready and you would pick up a dessert. It made you want to cry. Of course it wasn't perfect but it felt like home, safe and warm.

You blinked back the tears, you jumped when you touched your shoulder.

There were so many things he wanted to ask but he was a coward. "Let's eat."

You nodded and trailed behind him putting the coolie in the center.

Dinner was filled with Abby talking and asking questions about you.

"What classes are you taking now?"

"What did they teach in art this time?"

"Could you show me?"

That was something Mike couldn't understand, art. Any degree of it. But when he brought you home, after making it official to meet Abby and get to know each other, he knew he had made the right choice. It was the first in a while she would talk that much. It startled him at first. It was as if you teo had been friends already.

Mike snapped out of thought when he noticed you staring with a slightly tilted head.

"Hmm?"

You gave an eye roll and a slight smile, "I asked if you wanted a gingersnap? Homemade."

Mike nodded yes. A ginger snap? His favorite cookie? His mind raced if what it could mean but in the back of his mind the thought of 'just for Abby's sake' rang.

You glanced at the clock. It was already 9. Fuck how did the time pass by so quick. Mike noticed, as did Abby.

"Y/n could you stay til I go to sleep so you can show me what you've learned in art?"

'Fuck.' "If it's okay with Mike then sure sweetie."

Abby turned towards Mike. Mike was not gonna turn this down. "Yeah that's fine with me."

After Abby grabbed paper and 2 trays, the three of you settled in the living room. Mike was going to sit on the couch when Abby grabbed his hand and ushered him next to her. While you hated the proximity you chuckled at Abby's antics, same old Abby.

Abby started to doze off watching. While she was interested in the exercise you did in class, it was near her bedtime.

Mike chuckled. He gently picked her up, "Come on Ab's, lets get you to bed."

She mumbled something you couldn't quite catch. She did it again, "...want both… bed."

Mike looked at you helpless. Nodding you followed him to Abby's bedroom, there he laid her to bed while you tucked her in.

You gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Night sweetie, sweet dreams." As Mike was about to do the same, Abby spoke with a slurred speech.

"Night Y/N… wished.. you… baby… wanted..you…sib..."

'Baby.' It echoed. Mike hurriedly gave her a kiss on the forehead too, said 'goodnight,' and took you to his room.

He noticed you were in a state of shock. You mindlessly followed him, not aware of anything going on.

That one word sent you back into your memories of that night.

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Thinking about doing 3 - 5 parts series ??? Maybe??

[rraizel]

you- through hyunjin's eyes.

words: 1,034 pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn reader genre: fluff, artsy hyunjin, quite romantic really, artsy hyunjin is literally so in love with you.

The Louvre is especially crowded today. People cascading down the stairs in crowds as you make your way up with your lover's hand in yours on a relatively colder Paris Thursday evening. The pair of you are making your way to the Greek exhibition section of the museum.

"Oh look we're here." Hyunjin's words come out as a sparse cloud of white vapour from his pink lips as he takes your hand and leads you to the section you both have been looking for. Upon entering you're greeted with a plethora of delicately crafted statues. You let out a soft exhale in wonder as your gaze observes the statues. "It's amazing how stone figures can look so delicate and silky.", your face stretched into a wide eyed smile as you took in the sight Hyunjin hummed in agreement as he shifted his gaze towards your fascinated and awestruck features.

Hyunjin has his gaze fixated on you through the scarf around his neck that covers the near lower half of his face. As you both strolled away around the gallery, you admired the art, with your hand in his, while Hyunjin was rather oblivious of the artistry of the porcelain statues, giving you only a few hums and chuckles as his response, every time you asked him anything rhetorical about the intricate physiognomy of the statues. Make no mistakes here, Hyunjin is a lover and admirer of almost any form of art by his heart. But today, at this very occasion, standing in the world's most prestigious art museum,

he can't help himself.

The only art capable of capturing and holding his gaze present in this very gallery, is you. No art satisfied his heart, quenched his thirst now that he knows what it's like to be able to look at you at your rawest.

Your eyes widening every time you make your way to a new statue, right before crinkling into a smile as they sparkle in exhilaration. The curve of your eyelashes that surround your sclera, creating the faintest shadow due to the lighting. The faint yet visible rosy red shade of your nose, shining under the lights of the gallery. The silhouette of your hair right above your eyes as they fall in uneven strands, framing your face. The rising of your awestruck eyebrows at the sight before you. The round of your cheeks when they rise as you smile your widest not caring if you look good or not. The lopsidedness of your true smile revealing your teeth that adorn your face perfectly. Every little bump, spot and pore of your skin. He could never get tired of it all.

Hyunjin's heart gave him the impression that it could explode. He loved it. He loved every little aspect of you, that maybe you haven't even discovered. His heart feels so full at times like this. You're a breath of fresh air, a healing breeze on a tiring day. You're just so human and real. Every little spot, bump, hair, line, curve and hollow added to the masterpiece that's you. He couldn't care less about the symmetry. He loves all your little details. Every time he has painted you, with or without clothes, he's just left breathless by the end of it, you're just so perfect, those brush strokes could never do you justice. He thanks his lucky stars everyday to be able to be this close to you, to be able to know you to the extent he does.

"Hyunnie are you feeling okay?" you squeeze his hand when you spot him quieter than usual.

"Huh? Yes yes. I'm fine I was just observing the statue a little too deeply." he snaps out of his trance with an embarrassed chuckle. "You haven't said much since we've been here, is there something I can help with?" you ask, placing your hand on his cold cheek. "I promise, I'm fine baby. I can get too immersed sometimes you know, it's nothing more." He reassured you with a firm squeeze on your hand that he had been holding. You giggle in response, "Oh I see my boyfriend's nerdy artist side is really enjoying this visit then. I'm glad." That full and whole feeling in his heart intensifies at the sound of your hearty giggle. He pulls you close gently by the waist, to plant a kiss on your forehead, "Can I take pictures of you here?". His breath fans your lips as he seeks permission, "Just my personal collection." You smile at his cuteness and nod in approval.

The next few minutes are accompanied by flash less clicks of his camera and your wide varieties of poses. You're not that great of a poser, so he helps you and guides you through it as usual. He does love it when you do your own thing though. He thinks it captures your essence the best. When he's done he gives you a thumbs up and you make your way back to him to look at his captures. He shows them to you with pride, "You're so gorgeous, hun." he mutters as he continues showing you his clicks. "It's mostly just your photography." you chuckle. He rolls his eyes at you a little and shakes his head.

Hyunjin is a lot of things but something he isn't is a verbally expressive person. He struggles to say the right things, at the right time and voice exactly how he feels despite being a deeply emotional person. So he always tries to show you what he sees through the clicks of his camera, a few poems here and there and paintings and sketches carefully hand drawn with love. He never thought of them as much, but this was his way of expressing his whole hearted admiration and love for you. He swears one day he'll make you see yourself in all your glory just the way he sees you.

Hyunjin puts his hand under your chin and makes you look up to face him, he places a tender and lingering kiss to your mouth that catches you off guard.

"These pixels could never begin to interpret your beauty, and I'm just an amateur with a camera, Y/N."

[aclowntiny]

Alright, first request hehe ❤️

I was thinking about an Ateez reaction to catching their S/O watching their fancams/edits ~

Ok but this is such a cute idea!!! Your brain 🧠👑😌 hope you enjoy this! Finished it in the car on the way home from my trip 😆

Ateez Reaction to Their S/O Watching Their Fancam

Hongjoong

You don't have time to switch apps before Hongjoong walks up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in to kiss your cheek. You try setting your phone down, but his voice immediately rings out in your ear as he freezes against you.

“(y/n)? Why are you watching that?” You can tell just by his tone that he feels shy.

A nervous chuckle escapes your lips as you turn your head to face him, looking up and down at his wide, darting eyes. As nervous as you are, he’s far more sheepish. It's inevitable; you can't help reaching up to pinch his cheek, and even as he leans away with a giggle your head is in his hand.

"Why were you watching that?" Hongjoong asks you again, head tilted in query, voice soft.

"Because," you reply, leaning back in to press a kiss to his lips, "you always look so amazing. Captain of the stage, I'd say."

"Oh," he falters, spacing himself from you just enough to take in the fullness of your visage, "well, I, I don't know about that."

"I do," you say, eyelashes batting, "I can't get enough of seeing you perform."

"Really?" His smile widens, face absolutely lighting up in a way that has your face warm and smiling back. "That's funny, because I can't get enough of you."

This time, it's Hongjoong's turn to lean in and kiss you, a hand reaching to slide down your arm. "And I'll be grateful forever for you," he whispers to you as your lips separate, his gaze penetrating yours deeply.

Seonghwa

“Ooh, who’s that? He’s pretty handsome.”

“Dork.”

Laying on your stomach on the couch, you had your phone resting on a pillow in front of you dutifully playing you a Deja Vu fancam of Seonghwa. It was just one of those days. Despite your teasing, you gave your boyfriend an amused smirk and playful eye roll, daring him to say anything else.

“What? Is he not your bias, or…?” Seonghwa kept it up, but this time with a slight pout. “I think he looks pretty cool.”

With a chuckle, you propped up your head on your hand, looking him right in those big brown eyes. “He is, but he’s also a big nerd. You should see all his star wars legos.”

Even puppier puppy eyes- gosh, you loved his eyes. “You like my legos.”

“Uh, heck yeah I do! It’s a bomb collection and we built my favorite one together. That’s my favorite thing about this guy,” you said, grabbing your phone again to point at it with your other hand, smiling, “he’s so sexy, but really just a huge nerdy sweetheart underneath it all.”

“Oh. Well,” Seonghwa flushed at your words, “that sounds like something out of a comic book.”

“Right? I can’t believe he’s real.”

“Well, I just hope he can make you happy forever.”

A huge smile broke across your face at that. “And I hope he always feels my love.”

“I think he does.” Seonghwa replied, leaning down to snake his arms around your waist.

Yunho

“Has anyone ever told you you’re amazing?”

“Oh, well what’s caused this,” Yunho teased from his adjacent couch cushion, bumping your shoulder with his, “did you do something?”

“No,” you laid your head on his shoulder in response, feeling him relax beneath you at the touch of your cheek, “just watching this.”

As you raised your phone, Yunho laughed, his motions jostling your head, but you didn’t mind, just smiling at his amusement.

“You really watch me in your spare time? Don’t you get enough of me in real life?”

“Guess not,” you shrugged, jostling his head this time as he laid it on yours.

“Good to know you’re not tired of me sending you practice videos.”

“I will never tire of your dance genius, Yunho.”

He shook his head. “I’m always learning.”

It was your turn to bump his shoulder with yours, this time repeatedly. “Nooo! Stop being so modest! Just let me compliment you!” You lightly swatted his cheeks in little fake slaps. “You’re amazing, remember? Look at that handsome idol on the screen- that’s you!”

“I dunno, I think I like who’s on the screen now better,” Yunho replied, smiling brightly with a nod of his head toward your phone, which had gone off, the black screen reflecting your face.

Yeosang

“What is that?”

Holding your phone a little closer to your chest, you felt your eyes narrow slightly as you countered, “Why?”

No direct response to that, just Yeosang with a tilted head and those blank puppy eyes that tended to make you laugh when your heart wasn’t pounding like it was then. “Are you watching…me?”

You were nothing if not a bad liar. “Um,” you stuttered slightly, adopting your best don’t-judge-me smile, “yes?”

His mouth rounded in surprise, pretty lips pursing. “You…like my performances that much?”

Between the nerves in your body collectively exhaling, back relaxing against the hard support of your chair, and the genuine surprise with which Yeosang spoke, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Um, yes I do, I happen to think my boyfriend is amazing and that he totally owns the stage.”

Yeosang’s head straightened up, gaze darting from the floor to you. “Huh. Well, alright then. Thank you!” Finally a smile. You could tell by the expression he was still surprised, but quite flattered. “Keep being a fan, then, I guess.”

Your hand landed over your heart. “A fan?” You mock-gasped. “Is that all I am to you? Just another fan?”

“Hey,” Yeosang held up his hands in defense, “atiny are my first love!”

“So if I’m also your fan,” you paused, lips spreading in a grin, “then I’m your first and second love!”

“Exactly,” Yeosang responded, taking your hand and leaving your phone long forgotten.

San

“Oh, you- you like that?”

Shifting against your headboard pillows, you turned to see San standing in the doorway rubbing his neck sheepishly. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was looking quite shy. A smile spread across your face.

“Do I like it? Do I like seeing how sharply you were hitting this choreography? More like my mind was blown! You have such a unique way with the stage, a way only you move.”

Sure, you could have led with how hot San looked on stage, but he was too much of a sweetheart to lead in with superficial compliments, plus knowing how much it meant to him to hear that? Worth anything you could give. Even his shy surprise that you enjoyed his fancams had your chest warming and bursting, let alone the ecstatic look that bloomed across the features that peered upon you with such love.

“You really think so?” He asked as he eased further into the room, eyes opening with the aforementioned love, affection you felt lucky to be gifted by someone like San, as his hand fell lightly to lean on your bed’s footboard.

“I know so,” you insisted, setting down your San-filled screen and shuffling forward across your blanket on folded knees, drawing right below San himself and looking straight up at him, “because I have video evidence and lots of atiny to back me up.” With that, you reached up and booped his nose, barely suppressing a giggle at the way it scrunched up, his smile growing even more.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, “I always hope I’m doing enough.”

“You are, ok?” Pushing off the comforter, you sat up further to cup San’s face. “You’re an amazing dancer, a beast on stage, have the voice of an angel, and you’re super handsome.”

Before he could process all the sweet nothings to you that spun around behind the stars in his eyes, San leaned forward, closing the gap you’d left between you two with a kiss.

Mingi

“Why are you watching my fancams? I’m right here.”

Who’d have thought wanting to go back and see some of the kingdom performances again would have your boyfriend a whining mess? Not you, as you’d whipped out your phone to see Mingi’s moves like it was nothing. Not long after you’d done that, the tall rapper you called the love of your life entered the room and began pouting, his head resting on your shoulder.

“(y/n?)” His face had practically melted into the 🥺 emoji as he glanced between your phone and him.

“You’re not performing Wonderland in real life, are you?” You teased in response, peering up at him, though you could still see the video out of the corner of your eye.

“I can do that too!” And with that, Mingi immediately ran around the couch and burst into the Wonderland choreography in front of you.

You had to give it to him for commitment. Plus, he was doing the choreography like rent was due, throwing his whole wonderful little heart, soul, and, ahem, body into it. All you could do was giggle and reach out your arms.

“All right, all right, you’ve well made your point! Come here!”

“All right, as soon as I do the killing point.”

What could he say? Mingi wanted your attention, but he wanted to get out the hottest move first.

Wooyoung

"Babe, look what I'm watching!" Grinning, you turn your phone around in your hand so it faces your eager-eyed boyfriend, who grins right back at you.

He points at his own chest, expression falling into an almost childlike smile as his gaze follows his own figure dancing across your screen. "Me?"

"That's right," you nod, "this is my favorite fancam."

Wooyoung's voice was almost a squeak. "You have a favorite fancam of me?"

"Of course I do. I'm your biggest fan, remember?" You ask him, still smiling.

"Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you!" He exclaims, floodgates bursting as he barrels over to you and all but leaps into your arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You're the sweetest, you know that? I'd watch every fancam of yours if they made them!"

"Why would they make fancams of me?" Was all you could giggle as your own hands wrapped around your boyfriend's waist, his staying firmly around your shoulders.

"Because you're the cutest, most supportive, funnest, person ever,” Wooyoung replied, kissing your lips between every word before giving you another grin, hands squeezing you lightly, “but I’m ok with no fancams. I’m glad I have you all to myself.”

Jongho

“Did you know everyone was losing their minds over you sitting?”

“Me sitting?”

Despite having the real thing sitting right next to you, you’d gotten caught up in watching Jongho’s fancams. There was just something about the power he held on stage that you loved, not to mention some of the things he wore to perform.

“Yeah, they noticed during Cyberpunk that you were sitting pretty…” As your eyes left your phone, meeting the mix of curiosity and confusion in his own beautiful brown eyes, you suddenly found yourself floundering for words. “Powerfully.”

A playful smirk grew on Jongho’s face as he shook his head, suppressing a laugh. “I was sitting powerfully?” He repeated incredulously, clearly finding this all very funny.

“Yeah,” you replied, shrugging and holding your phone out to him, “look at the fancam. You do look pretty hot.”

“(y/n),” he chastised, but you could see by the way he rolled his eyes and looked away as he took your phone that he was a bit flustered.

His eyes scanned the screen. “Ah, atiny, I’m in the background and everything! This isn’t even my fancam. They don’t miss a thing. So all I have to do is sit, huh?” He hands your phone back, eyes fixed only on you now.

Suddenly, at his gaze it was you who was getting flustered. “Well, I mean, I just-”

Jongho laughed, mocking a bit of scandal. “I was just teasing, (y/n), what were you thinking of?”

That earned him a smack on the firm…what, were you not thinking it? chest.

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Uh... You give Leon sloppy?

Not very creative w/ my titles, or anything really...

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Reader

Warnings: Smut ofc, don't look if you don't like sexy time or if you're too young to do sexy time, you feel? Man gets head, subby Leon, bit of begging, reader isn't exactly dom tho, Leon is just kinda needy. mmmm nom nom nom tasty, GN reader cuz we love being included!!! No mention of age or relationship either, he could be your roommate, your stepbro, your teacher LMAO unleash your wildest fantasies ig?? Gets REAL sloppy so if you have a spit kink, enjoy! If you don't... you poor thing.

Dear young people: Go play Minecraft.

Leon always thought that whenever you claimed to be 'great at head', you were just kidding. You had to be covering up some insecurity orrr... just teasing him, he reckoned.

...Of course he'd been curious, he would have been whether you'd been the closest of lovers or the slightest of strangers, but he quickly came to learn something:

"N-no joke!", Leon breathes in shy bliss, sat there on the couch before you, doing his best to keep those desperate, watery puppy-dog eyes trained on you. Whilst one strong arm digs into the sofa beside him, desperate for some semblance of stability, the other holds up his increasingly much-too-warm shirt - the line of it restrained just above his heaving chest, glistening with fine perspiration, all thanks to you.

You? Well, you're on your knees just between his legs, and let me assure you, it's a pretty view.

At first, you'd begun by slowly tracing a cupped hand up and down the perfect length of his member, before incorporating saliva and kisses into the slippery mess you were making. Leon's tip, in response, was flushed as red as his cheeks, a copious flow of precum seeping down into your frothing, slobbery equation.

Small 'aaah' s and 'mmmm's escape Leon's lips at this stage, his breath catching whenever you pull away, voiding his feel of you where it was oh so delicious. You made his heart skip a beat in other ways, too: when your eyes met his flustered gaze, when you slowly trailed the tip of your tongue from his pulsing base to tip, or when he could hear your own appreciative giggles and breaths. You were having fun, and he adored each little piece of proof of that fact.

"Come on, big boy", you pout, eyelashes fluttering as you gaze up at his drooping lids and slack jaw, "I haven't even started sucking yet-" Leon's response is a guttural yet suppressed low groan as his legs tremble a little at the thought.

Yet. He muses to himself, unable to peel his blown pupils away from the hypnotic movement of your hand.

Your wrist and arm move with such ease, he thinks, the mere act appears to be a simple, beautiful and natural act in itself. He could cum just like this, trying his best not to thrust into your hand as you milk him in just the right way. He wanted so badly to feel your mouth around him, to be enveloped deep within your warmth, and so, he simply would not admit that he didn't need your throat to finish.

Finally, you're ready to give it to him. He knows that his patience is soon to pay off. Stomach tensing and eyes squinting, Leon watches apprehensively as you lower your head, surrounding him.

Your warmth.

your wetness.

The pressure of your closed lips

The feel of your tongue.

They all have him sighing in satisfaction. And when you move, oh, when you move, he can't help but offer you more moans whines, begging you to continue.

"Please... please fff...", "Fucckk~~", "Uahhh fuckk... So... so good."

His words are slurred as his head lolls back once you start to move. He's facing the ceiling but he isn't looking at it. Mind and vision so clouded by pleasure, all Leon can really do is zone out as the sensation of you washes him away. You bob up and down along him, licking and sucking passionately from a good way down, back up to the tip, over and over. Sometimes, you switch things up, focusing your tongue on his tip or pushing further, devouring his cock with your throat, and each time, Leon lets out a raspy, thick moan.

A blind hand finds the back of your head, entangling with your hair as he holds you. He's not forcing you, or trying to move or control you. In fact, Leon is so infatuated, so desperate to be further wound up in you. His arm is limp, simply following your strong movements as he holds you endearingly. You're unsure, ironically, which of you he's trying to reassure. This earns him a little giggle from you, which of course sends him beaming.

Looking to surprise him, you reposition yourself before suddenly taking his cock as deep as you can, nose pressed against his chiselled abdomen. Your eyes water. Trying to suppress your gagging, you do your best to breathe through your nose, but your throat prickles with the pain of being used. No need to hide it, though. Leon is in a world of his own, his head rolls further back, his back arched and his hand leaving your head to curl reflexively around nothing as he trembles, euphoric. Even your sounds are drowned out as wails of pleasure fill the room, accompanied by the couch creaking as Leon's hips buck against your face, shoving himself impossibly deep inside you.

Leon doesn't have much brainpower left. All of his blood's in his cock, and his power in his hips. So, while he does care about your ability to breathe, he can't contain himself as he continues to squirm, legs desperately trying to lift himself, pressing deeper and deeper into you where he feels he belongs. His own shameful sounds, combined with the wet, slobbering and faint choking you emit, bring Leon closer and closer to the edge as he practically sobs, doing his best to resist the primal urge to grab your head and force it to stay there around him. He's trying so hard to be good for you.

Leon finally glances down, eyes discovering your reddening face as the inevitable he'd prepared for occurs: you pull away. With a loud gasp, you lift your head from his twitching phallus, a line of thick, bubbly saliva bridging the gap between your once-connected parts. You waste no time recovering breath though, he's close, and it'd be cruel to tease him any further.

"Where do you wanna cum?" You ask softly, raspy voice choked by saliva as you return to pleasing him, sweet eyes meeting his, expectant of an answer.

Leon is more than surprised to have had the choice, which he expresses with something of a chuckled moan... He ponders for a while, once more getting lost in the feel of you on him so lovingly, but knows he has to decide soon, or it'll be in your mouth no matter what...

OK GUYS BARE WITH ME I WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME I HAD AN IDEA!!! So, my idea is... based on where you want him to cum just find the prompt title below and read!! The stuff will be separated with "----"s! There's 2 options in this fic, either on yer fayce or in yer throat! :> Happy reading!

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"F---fuckk... On... on your face... please", Leon hisses. He really wanted to be buried in your throat once more, but a small part of him hoped he'd have a chance to another time after this. Well, that accompanied by the thought that this would be his last chance, his final attempt to claim you as his swayed his mind. He needed to make good on the image that had just plastered the walls of his mind: Your sweet, sweet, hot face, painted with his seed.

Humming and nodding obediently, picking up the pace, you work Leon closer and closer to his release as he does his very best to watch you, worshipping you: a master at work. He bites his bottom lip as he stares back down at you, barely able to blink for fear he'll awake from this blissful dream. Suddenly, though, it becomes time.

"Oh... Ohh shit I'm gonna... I'm gonna c-cum I- I'm..." Leon Groans, squirming back to help you release him in time. As his cock springs free from your sopping wet lips with a soft 'pop', it lands with an audible 'plap' on the taught skin of your face. You thought you'd have to continue working him, replacing the stimulation your mouth no-longer provided, but the view of your perfect face, topped with his lucky, lucky member had Leon hurtling over the edge like a dramatic car-crash in a 90's film.

It throbbed...

It spurted...

Hot, thick ropes flew from Leon's cock, generously garnishing every inch of your beaming, reddened face. His hand replaces yours on it before you get a chance, further milking himself onto you, standing as you kneel before him. He moans, throws his head back, the image of you below him, claimed as his own, far too pleasurable in the moment.

"Ahhhh.... G-God..." He lets out another expression of enjoyment amidst his heavy breathing as his cock rests above your face once more, twitching and throbbing, still pulsing and full of energy, as if threatening to be ready to go again all too soon. A strong, large hand rests as your face, replacing his cock which is held by his other. Before you know it, his thumb is slowly wiping some of his cum from your face, and feeding it into your open, awaiting maw. He hums in satisfaction as you close your mouth around the digit, sucking obediently. His sudden dirtiness makes you feel... hot... inside...

Your heaving breaths pull his attention back to you, and he promptly crouches down to pull you back onto the couch beside him, leaning into you lovingly as he does.

"So..." He sighs, not yet trusting himself to be able to form a coherent sentence, "How long were you planning on letting me miss out on that?" He sounds amused and is still jokey, which is a great sign. You wonder what this means for the future of your relationship now.

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"I-in..." Leon groans, choked up over his own words. "Inside... please", he moans, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch for your response as they threaten to shut in pleasure. You nod hastily, excited by his request, fueled by his pleasure. You pick up the pace, stroking his length rapidly with one hand as you consume him with your mouth. He moans, he groans and he whimpers, hips bucking wildly and hands returning to perch on your head.

As soon as you give him that silent, affirmative dip of the head, his hands become forceful. Raw, horny energy prompting him to push down on your head like some sea-dwelling monster trying to drown their victim. His tip forces its way back between the tight muscles of your throat, causing you to sputter and choke, further coating his slip-n-slide of a cock as he bottoms out inside of you, groaning, almost yelling as he meets his release.

"Ffffuck fuck fuck fuck... Shitttt..."

Leon's cock throbs and twitches as he hastily pulls it out from your throat, which was too tight and strained to even feel the hot ropes which were spilled into it seconds ago. He cradles your face in his hands as his cock pops free from your mouth, slapping down to rest on your face as it jerks and throbs in gratification. It's hot and warm, even against your sizzling skin. You pull away to cough slightly and catch some much needed air. Leon's also breathing heavily, doing his best to come down from his high.

Lovingly, he stares at you until his lidded gaze meets your proud, yet slightly nervous one (he was just so... big), before he whispers, voice scratchy yet more than amused, "Where'd you learn to do all that?" He helps you up to sit beside him as his mind wonders, picturing the thousand ways he'd like to feel that again and again. His eyes read nothing but awe.

------------------------------------- I think the choice thing is cool because it helps make the fic more inclusive... Some people might really not like the idea of gettin' baby batter injected into their windpipes (I can tell you, it's not pleasant), and others might not like the idea of it clinging to their face... on the contrary, some might love either. I know this disrupts the flow of the fic a bit, for which I hastily apologise, but I wanted to see if anyone liked this idea. I was even thinking about using Links to make a choice game... which could be fun, but I'm not sure.

Hope you enjoyed n if you want something please ask I love you all!

[toxicanonymity]

getting dressed for halloween: dad's best friend edition

1k drabble one shot / dbf!Joel x f!reader / master

Halloween Anon asked: The gif set of Pedro doing his tie makes me think of like stepdad! Joel or DBF!Joel dressing up as the devil or a vampire for Halloween and it gets hot. I needed to tell someone that. / gif from @pedgito. Notes/Warnings: I8+ mdni, unsafe PIV. unedited. Dad's best friend (dbf) Joel/reader pairing from Silence can never be bought but can stand alone.

You can see the stepdad story for this gif set here.

Joel sees you in the mirror behind him.  "Damn, Trouble. . .this our comin' out party? Cause you know I can't keep my hands off you in that." You knew he was gonna like your dress. It's a charcoal tube dress under a sheer, black long sleeve dress with bats all over it. And of course the quintessential fishnets for Halloween.  

Joel's Halloween party is always a big hit.  You give him a hug from behind as he finishes tying his tie.

"Mmm," he picks up a small, fancy shopping bag off the vanity and hands it to you.  "Wear these instead."

You peek in the bag.  "What? I thought you liked the ones i'm wearing."

"I LOVE the ones you're wearin'. . . These are just a little more . . . Festive." 

"You go to that store just for fun, don't you?" 

He shrugs with a smirk. "Gimme a sec and I'll help ya with those." He nods toward the enormous, perfectly made bed.  You slip your shoes off and go sit on the bed as he finishes slicking back his hair. 

You giggle.  

"You makin' fun of my vampire hair? Close your eyes for a sec."

"Course not," you shrug innocently with your eyes closed. 

 "Careful, sugar. Vampires aren't known for their sense of humor. . . You known what they are known for?"

"You've been making this joke all week," you laugh. "I'm not on my period anymore." 

"Damn."

He fiddles with something at the vanity, then walks up to the bed and nudges your knees apart to kneel between them.   He slides his hands up your thighs with a deep inhale and hooks his fingers into the waistband of the fishnets you're wearing.  You lie back and lift your hips so he can pull them off. 

"Mmmm."

Then he presses his pants between your legs as he pushes you down on the bed, clamping his hand over your eyes. His hardness presses between your legs and swells harder, sending a rush through your whole body.  Your eyelashes flutter against his palm and fingers. 

He brings his mouth to your neck, breathes hotly on it, swirls his tongue, then latches down.  

"Ow!" Your eyes shoot open.

"Oh shit, do they hurt?" He touches one of his fangs with his tongue.

"No, it just surprised me. Kinda hot."

"They're ceramic, custom fitted."

"Of course they are." You check for blood and there's none. "That's pretty hot actually." 

He takes the stockings out of the bag and they look almost the same as the ones you were wearing before. Just slightly smaller diamonds.  

"These are the same."

"Just wait." You start to sit up and he pushes you back down with a hand on your breast.  He clumsily tries to put them on you then the doorbell sound rings on the screen on his wall. "Damnit. Prolly just the caterer but I gotta show’em  where to put stuff.”

“Put'em on, see if ya like'em."

"Okay. . ."

"I'll be back," he says in a vampire voice. 

As you put on the stockings, you realize the real difference is that they're crotchless. 

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Two hours later, you tell him you're gonna go grab a bottle of wine. You bring your cup of punch down with you to the wine cellar, not very convincing, and sip on it as you sit on the cabinet. You don't have to wait long for him to show up with that horny look. He pauses to lean against the doorway looking you up and down while loosening his tie. A little drunk already.  Then he crosses the cellar and you spread your legs as he reaches you.  He gets up against you, grabs your ass in both hands, and slides you into him so you can feel how hard he is already.   

He unbuckles his belt and you start taking off his tie.   He looks more like a vampire without it.  Once his stiff member is in his hand, he doesn’t  waste any time. You don’t let him.  He slips his fingers through the slit in the stockings, feels how wet you are, and says “hot damn, let’s go.” then nestles the tip  inside your folds and shoves into you.   

Your moan echoes -  you’ve forgotten to be quiet - and he covers your mouth as he fills you with his cock and you wrap your legs around him   You’re sighing into his hand, pulling him into you by the ass, and he fucks you hard. He dips his head down to your neck and latches on, sucking as he  thrusts into you.  The fangs actually feel pretty good. But having him inside you is the best feeling in the world. Months later and you’ve never for a second been bored.   He’s the perfect fit, the perfect stretch, and you’re only content with a quickie because you know you’ll get more later.  He begins to grunt softly each time he buries himself inside you.

The door opens upstairs and he slows but doesn’t stop.   Someone yells down  “GRAB A BORDEAUX WHILE YOU’RE DOWN THERE.”

Unsure which one of you they’re talking to, Joel says “YOU GOT IT.”  then smiles subtly but deviously. His slicked back hair is growing on you. He begins snapping his hips faster so the two of you can get out of there.   

He grunts as he fucks you hard and you try to hold off so you can come together.   Then you see it in his eyes and hear it in his breath and let go, clenching around him, trying not to moan too loud.   Then he makes eye contact with you as he erupts inside you.  You sigh as his pulsations carry you through your climax.  He covers your mouth with his and kisses you deeply as his balls finish emptying. Then as you catch your breath, you lay your head on his chest and he strokes your back.  

“Ahhh, Joel. . .  I love Halloween.”

He pulls out and takes a handkerchief out of his shirt pocket for you.  

“I know you do, sugar.  So do I.” 

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Trouble au: @jbcalway @daddy-din @angelmenace @silkiers @axshadows @legs0pen4dilfs @fan-fiction-floozy @grnherbs @icuminurbutt @likeanimagepassingby2 @witchy-jadda @mxtokko @missannwinchester @cannolighost @anxiousankylosaurus @montenegroisr @97cityy @lillyrob @billyloomiswhore4 @cloudroomblog @boysddontcry @twsssmlmaa @call-me-doll-face @ausamocee @skythighs @jasminedragon @leeeesahhh @blushynini @momia2910. LMK IF YOU WANT OFF NOW THAT THEIR MAIN STORY IS OVER.  I just assume you want any follow-ups on them.

All joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione @xdaddysprincessxx @queerly-anxious @chernayawidow @ambassadortotrilliusprime @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @jasminespringtime @romanarose  @fandomsfallnomore @djarinxore @lokanda @blackvelveteen1339   @manazo @wolvesandvampires  @taeslarityy @str84pedro @kyloispunk @filthfairy @fieryglutenfreechickennoodles

[reivrze]

hihi <3 what abt the boys crushing on someone (hc for all of them!!)

a/n : this was honestly really fun to write and think about. i think all the boys have this boy-ish vibes to them and i just know they'd all be whipped around someone they like

pairing: enhypen x gender neutral!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none really

ー heeseung would act as if he's already dating his crush. he'd get possessive whenever other people hit on them, he'd address himself as "__'s boyfriend" whenever people asked who he was to them. he'd talk about them like he's been married to them forever. he's the type to send them messages like "when are we getting married?" or "so how many kids should be have in the future?"

rest of the members under the cut !

ー jay would be pretty quiet around his crush, he's more the type to stare at his crush whenever they're talking or laughing. god he loves your laugh, he could listen to it until he dies. i can see him being quite a romantic when it comes to confessing, he might want to confess to you over dinner or during a sunset, something real romantic yk. i just know he'd have a whole speech prepared that took him weeks to write because he didn't know how to put into words his crush on you.

ー jake would be a mix of both shy and flirty. he might want to try an impress who he has a crush on, or show that he's interested but get shy right after. i can see him as the type to talk about his crush to layla, just full on ranting about his feelings to her. he's definitely the type to send you cheesy pick up lines. you can't tell me he also wouldn't be super touchy around his crush, always fixing their hair, or trying to hold their hands. the type to tell you that you have an eyelash on your cheek just to be able to "brush it off" only for that to be an excuse to touch your soft skin.

ー sunghoon likes to act all cold and cool around his crush. he'd want to have this cool boy image, but as you get to know him, you'll realize he's a true softie and he's whipped. his crush has him wrapped around their finger and sunghoon is definitely aware of that. ask him at 3 am to come and get ice cream together and this boy will be at your doorstep in less than 5 minutes.

ー sunoo would get all shy around his crush, especially if his crush is more of the straightforward type. simple compliments like "i like your sweater" would make him all blushy and smiley. he'd pay attention to every thing his crush would say, and remember the smallest of details. you said you liked his sweater? the next week, he got you the same one in a different color.

ー jungwon would be the softest, cutest human being around his crush, not even kidding. he'd want to tell everyone who he's close to about you. he definitely talks about each detail about you to his grandma and he has such a boy-ish smile while doing so. he'd buy you little gifts like necklaces or matching bracelets with handwritten little letters, one of those letters being his confession.

ー niki would be similar to sunghoon in the way that he would want to have this bad boy image around his crush. but at some point that facade will slip and his childish, playful self will show. after that his goal is to make you laugh and have fun with him. he finds so much joy in hanging around someone who he feels completely comfortable to be himself around. he'd probably ask you out by writing one of those notes where its like : "i like you, do you like me? yes 🔳 no 🔳".

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

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Propaganda

Anne Baxter (The Ten Commandments, All About Eve)—her soft, gentle voice in "all about eve", those gentle eyes with something odd behind them, the way she flips from Sweet Innocent to Viper on a dime......there was something Built Different about anne baxter, man, and it makes her so good for playing people who are Built Wrong. also one of my favorite batmen villains (her joint episode w vincent price is a delight) and of course I'm obsessed with her columbo episode where she bosses around edith head and does fabulous movie star things for no good reason. and i would be REMISS if i didn't mention her slink—oh the slink—in the ten commandments...................pardon me i must go think of sinning again

Edana Romney (Corridor of Mirrors)— Look. It is definitely a case for your discretion. Edana Romney had only one major film role and then foundered in a Britain/Hollywood that didn’t like her look. But the film she starred in was also one she CO-WROTE and co-founded a whole production company to make happen, and it is a lavish, imaginative gothic romance where she runs around in fanciful medieval gowns and has incredible eyelashes. She was also known in later years as a Hollywood hostess who had popular “twelfth night” parties, gayest of all Shakespeare plays to have a party about.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Anne:

The prettiest murderer in that film. Just so beautifully evil as Nefertari.

Anne Baxter was part of my Bisexual Awakening. My family has a tradition that every Palm Sunday we watch The ten commandments on TV together... And starting from a very young age, I essentially developed a crushes on Anne Baxter's Nefertiri & Yul Brynner's Ramses. Dude, the woman was HOT! They both were! My crush definitely wasn't helped by the fact that Anne Baxter's costumes were a bit on the sheer side. She had a way of capturing you with her eyes, and I never understood why Charlton heston's Moses didn't just have a threesome with Nefertiri and Ramses. LOL

Her Nefertiri in The Ten Commandments was FORMATIVE TO ME. If not the hottest old movie lady, then she definitely played the hottest old movie character. if that makes sense.

Look. Listen. I only *just* discovered her on a post from the Have You Seen This Romcom poll blog. Saw she had the same last name as me and went OOH hi hello. Went to her IMdB and saw she was born in Indiana like moi. I am now even more intrigued. Been eagerly telling my partner this, and he was like "maybe you guys are distantly related?" And after 2 hrs of going down the tumblr tag + her imdb photos, I'm In Deep(tm) and I can't stop looking at her like 😍 When I go to my grandma's house, bet your ass I'm gonna check my grandpa's genealogy and see if we're somehow related. Sorry that's not really propaganda I just got real excited, esp when I saw that the submission deadline was extended (bless your soul). Narrowing down the movies where she's hottest in was Hell tyvm. I've only just discovered her, she looks gorgeous to me in every movie still I see of her gdi lol.

Edana: