#wanna make him smile 🥺💕

[gifti3]

The comments on the asmo take over twitter post are so funny

[indouloureux]

shy!popular!reader sleeps with eddie after smoking with him (it was their first time smoking and they were scared to do it alone), eddie wakes up thinking it was a one time thing, but reader is all soft with him in the morning 🥺 (bonus of reader was a virgin and the weed gave them the confidence to make a move on eddie)

aaaaaa i love this!!! thank you for requesting 💕

18+ mdni. cw: oral (f receiving), breath play, overstimulation, fingering. slight angst, allusions to smut, virgin!reader, fluff, smoking.

his lighter flickers, igniting the small flame that lights up the end of his cigarette. a sizzling sound tickles his ears, and suddenly he misses your gentle laugh.

but he doesn't want to disturb you. not when you're clad in one of his blue öyster cult shirts, chest rising steadily as you swim in the ocean of slumber, eyelashes fluttering at the dream you run around in. you look peaceful, and you always have been.

eddie thinks of last night. when you'd knocked on his door, flustered and nervous. not because you're talking to eddie 'the freak' himself, but because you're friends had asked you to buy weed for the first time—using their repulsion for him as an excuse for their lack of courage.

you looked pretty. a gentle blush coating your cheeks, where he didn't know if it had been the small make-up ones, or the cold weather that nipped at your skin, or if you were just really shy despite the prominent reputation you (accidentally) harbored. eddie thinks he might have been hallucinating seeing you on his doorstep with nothing but stuttering words and a bashful smile.

do you sell the...thing? you asked. like the word 'weed' was taboo, especially with your conservative family who you worried was lurking around everytime you left your home. but he's amused. yes. he said. i do sell the thing.

but when you gave him the twenty dollars despite his protest ("new customers pay fifteen," lie. "especially when they're pretty girls," truth), you stood in the middle of his living room, frowning at the ziplock of the smelly marijuana, before you looked up at him with balky eyes and a twitching mouth that fears disappointment.

"do you wanna get high with me?"

he'd stopped dead on his tracks and fiddled with the fifteen dollars in his fingers. at first he thought you were joking, or it was some freudian slip, but you looked so eager with a curious glint in your eyes. and of course, with someone as pretty as you offering to get high with him, how could he say no?

you told him it was your first time (and it was also not the first time you told him that). that you wanted to know how it worked before you went back to your friends to spare yourself the embarrassment. eddie had gladly instructed you with a mischievous forethought. "put that in your mouth, sweetheart. ohh, that's it. then you suck— inhale, sorry. ah-ah-ah, keep it in. you feel it in your lungs? yeah, you can open your mouth now baby— holy shit..."

when the whites of your eyes had turned pink, mouth parted to let out the jokes you'd been afraid to tell your so-called-friends and you'd loosened up to the presence of notorious 'cult leader,' you'd slipped up the fact that your girlfriends kept on talking about virginities and sex and their ever loving boyfriends with semi-big cocks. and you so brazenly told him that, albeit you feel so revolted with the jocks you hang around with, that you'd been jealous to be the only one who's yet to be defiled.

and it's what's making eddie maudlinly reminisce last nights events behind the crooked cigarette.

how sweet your moans had been when he fucked you with his tongue and ring covered fingers; brought you your first orgasm that hadn't come from the pillow you humped. the taste of your sweet cum that still lingered on the tip of his tongue. then your tight, virgin cunt wrapped around his indelicate cock as he gently split you open with slow strokes that had you mewling at the feeling.

how the lewd sounds of your squelching sounds of your cum and your arousal that made both your thighs disgustingly sticky. and how blissful he felt spilling into the rubber as you cried beneath him.

it had been over too soon. but hey, at least you slept beside him on his bed without any judgement whatsoever, right?

he exhales the suffocating smoke of his cigarette and taps it thrice, letting the cold air that seeps through his ajar window nip at his bare chest that still had the red scratches of your nails on his opalescent skin. eddie hopes you sleep for a bit longer, just so he can stare at you without any worries whatsoever.

but much to his dismay, your breathing stutters and you slowly wake up. eddie's hand lowers from his mouth, watching you untuck your hands from beneath your head to cover your mouth as you yawn.

"well good morning, sleeping beauty,"

you blink, the tears of your yawn dampening your dried eyelashes and eyeballs. eddie smiles fondly, the faint scent of your bergamot perfume mixing in with his boyish musk of cheap cologne and dirt. he debates on keeping its scent like that; refusing to wash it just so he could smell you (non pervertingly).

"hi," you stretch an arm. "how long have you been awake?"

"a couple of minutes," he answers. "how'd you sleep?"

eddie lets his eyes wander to the tangled strands of your hair, thinks of how silky they'd been when he ran his fingers through your hair. how the rich scent of apples from whatever shampoo you used invaded his nostrils. he blushes.

"it was okay," you grunt. "i had, um, fun," you don't look at his eyes. you look at the intrepid tattoos. you're too nervous, embarrassed maybe. worried he didn't enjoy it as much as you did.

"you did?" there's a lilt of surprise in his voice; the bewilderment that sets his pitch just a bit higher that almost makes him choke on the smoke in his throat.

of course you did. eddie had been gentle. something you hadn't expected from his intimidating vogue. he was kind and patient, told you all the things you expected. and he made you feel safe—something those jocks had never made you feel when you were with them. you didn't think of running away, or sinking down in his couch to escape his intense stares, or sneak up to call the cops.

eddie made you feel free; his reverent fucking had buzzed a paroxysm of ecstasy that ensnared your senses and brought you to seventh heaven. he made you feel better than the weed you'd consumed, and the itch in your heart makes you crave for more of him.

"yeah," your voice of gentle susurration makes him smile. you eye the lit cigarette in his hand. "it was amazing,"

but his doubt gets the best of him. the last few women who he'd reduced as his stress-reliever fuck had always told him that they wanted to forget something ever happened. and if he were being honest, he felt the same way for them. but you were different. there's a small devil on his shoulder that whispered his insecurities in his ear, and eddie says, "look, um. about l-last night. you, um, we can just forget that all of those ever happened,"

you don't expect to be frowning early in the morning with something twisting your guts. "what? why?"

"because," eddie laughs sardonically, gesturing to himself. "you're you and i'm...eddie."

"and?"

his lips curl. "what do you mean 'and?'"

"so what if you're eddie?" you whisper, tugging on your fingers. suddenly eddie feels guilty, your bottom lip jutting out in disappointment and he wonders if you think it's your fault. (you do. but eddie knows it's not your fault)

"well. i mean it's not like we can talk in school, babe. your friends are gonna judge you-"

"i don't care," you furrow your eyebrows. "i don't judge them for dating jocks who are so stupid."

eddie twists, a hand tilting your head to look at him. the simple touch makes you forget what he said for a split second, the comfort of his thumb wiping any imaginary tears. "well, sweetheart, i'm not a jock. i'm-"

"don't say it," you snap, threatening him. "i really liked last night. and i- i'd like to do it again..." your eyes soften, hand coming up to wrap around his wrist. "...with you. obviously,"

his heart palpitates. a swarm of bats circling around his belly. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"well, for the record," he brushes the hair out of your face. "i really liked last night, too,"

you smile, and his temptations are fed.

for the first time, he kisses you. eddie kisses you with excitement buzzing in him; fervor burning with anticipation. he hadn't kissed you last night—something you've made an agreement with seeing as kissing was...passionate. but now he kisses you with a cigarette mouth and an eager tongue that invades your mouth when you moan slightly against him.

the taste of him sends heat down your core, dampening your panties. eddie quickly detaches himself to your lips and kisses down your neck, where he sees the light marks he'd left. he plants a kiss or two, a sacrilegious aid. with his cigarette balanced between his index and middle fingers, he uses the other to slither down beneath the sheets and cup your heat.

"christ," he grunts against your neck, swallowing your quieted moan. "wet already?"

"not my fault," you push the covers away, throwing it aside, almost falling off his bed and eddie slots himself between your legs, knees raising to dig on his waist. "you- you kiss like a wh-..."

eddie smiles in levity. "i kiss like a what, baby?"

you whine, eyes fluttering shut when he digs the heel of his palm on your clothed cunt, cheeks flaring in embarrassment. it's too vulgar, you think. but you're not in the place where your parents are, and you say, "like a w-whore."

he pushes your shirt up beneath your chest, his teeth biting softly at the small bow on your panties before he digs his nose right at the indent of your wet slit. you whimper, legs spread wide by the guidance of his hand. "mm. right. like i'm the one who's wet."

eddie pushes your panties to the side and wastes no time pressing the flat of his tongue on your dripping hole. you jolt, the sparks of sore sensitivity makes your eyes water. but he doesn't care—not when your hair shoots to clutch tightly on his hair, eliciting a baritone hum that vibrates against your blushing clit.

"o-oh! eddie,"

he puts the cig back on his wet lips, his tongue coating it with your slick and his saliva before he lets the nicotine evade his mouth. you pant, lifting your head to take a look, watching as he removes the cigarette that you greedily take from him.

salaciously, eddie blows the smoke onto your cunt. it was hot, a harsh kiss that mimicked the rigid waft of winter that caressed your skin. but it felt good—ticklish, but overwhelmingly good. and the smoke has barely withered into the air when he wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks on it, gathering all your arousal into his mouth.

you moan, the heel of your palm pressing on the sweat at your forehead, the cigarette on your hand still burning and waiting. eddie chuckles. "you liked that, didn't you?"

"yeah," you place the cigarette in your mouth, just when he fucked his fingers in. you almost choke, plucking it out to cough the smoke and bring forth a croaked moan. "jesus!"

you give up and toss the cigarette on his ashtray beside the bed, seeing no use anymore.

but his strokes are gentle, his fingertips pressing on your velvety walls, scissoring them slowly before he parts them and spreads you open. your hand is tight around his tangled curls, admiring the thick muscle of his pink tongue flicking at your clit.

"god, baby, you taste amazing," his own eyes roll to the back of his head, his cock hard and straining but it's not what he's focused on right now.

you taste like nectar found from the waterfalls of heaven, after he'd climbed back up from the pits of hell. the nicotine on his tongue made everything better, letting you drip onto his mouth before he swallows it all up.

"e-eddie," you cry. "i'm gonna cum,"

"cum then," he nips at your folds. "be good and cum on my face, honey,"

and everything felt like you're in an abyss of deathless pleasure. the sensitivity from last night twists the coil tighter, and eddie's fingers move faster. the squelching sound of your arousal glinting brightly around his knuckles, so much that it had almost been a mirror for you to use. he sucks and laps at your folds, prodding his nose at the hood of your clit, until you explode and cum on his face.

your legs fall to the bed, catching your breath as eddie plucks his fingers out on a wet slosh, putting it back in his mouth to suck your juices out of his limbs. you smile lazily in the afterglow of your morning orgasm, and eddie can't help himself but lean down and capture his lips with yours.

"had fun up here?" he cocks a brow, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, his damp fingers lacing around yours.

you suck your cheeks in and offer him a shy smile. "i'm definitely gonna come back here later,"

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[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

[britany1997]

Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader who’s owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.

(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie…

AHHHHH Michael my love🥺 yes of course I can write this for you💕💕 hope you like it!

Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader

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A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, “I told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,” Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.

“If he doesn’t behave he’ll find himself on a different kind of leash.” Dwayne warned.

“Ooh Paul, hear that? you’re in trouble,” Marko singsonged.

“Yeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!” Paul yelled back as he ran.

Dwayne groaned.

David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michael’s neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.

“Stay close pet, don’t want you running off like those two,” David cooed at Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of David’s grip, “I’m not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,” he paused, “and I’m not your pet either.”

David chuckled to himself, “whatever you wanna tell yourself love,” he said as he slid his arm around Michael’s waist, pulling him against his side.

He leaned in to whisper in Michael’s ear, “but I know you don’t mind what I call you when we’re at home. Maybe you’re just a house pet huh baby?”

Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink

“Stop it,” he whispered back nervously.

David pouted in reply, “thought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.”

Michael’s blush deepened, “can’t you keep it in your pants till we get home?”

David smirked, “what can I say, you’re irresistible.”

Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.

“HEY GUYS,” Paul’s booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.

“This better be good,” David grumbled.

Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.

Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop they’d never seen before.

As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. He’d swear he could already taste them.

He turned back to his boyfriends, “please, please, please can we go in and get something? I’ve been so good lately!” he begged.

Dwayne scoffed, “no you haven’t.”

Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, “please please please please,” Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.

Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. “David, what do you think? We got time before morning?”

David checked his watch, his arm still around Michael’s waist, “yeah we got time.”

“Yes!” Paul whisper-cheered to himself.

“Not so fast blondie,” David raised an eyebrow, “you got bakery money?”

Paul’s demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. “Michael?” he asked sweetly.

Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, “yes Paul?”

Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.

Michael laughed, “ok fine,” he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.

Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.

“I love you Michael!” Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.

Michael smiled and blushed, “I love you too Paul.”

Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michael’s five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.

Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. “C’mon, they need constant supervision,” he reminded David.

“Been tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.” David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.

As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.

Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human he’d ever seen (besides Michael of course).

You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.

As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paul’s persistent flirting.

“All these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,” Paul winked, leaning over the counter.

You blushed, “that’s so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?”

“Yeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, I’m not real liquid right now…” he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, “you take kisses?”

You smirked and laughed, “I take money.”

He mock-pouted, “that’s ok sugar, I was gonna give ‘em to you for free anyway.”

Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. “Sorry about him,” he said blushing.

Michael swiped the money from Paul’s back pocket and handed it to you, “for the sugar cookies,” he said, flustered.

“I’ll bring them right out,” you smiled.

Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.

“What the hell man?” Paul asked, “I was about to seal the deal!”

“Paul,” Dwayne interjected, “what did we say about kissing strangers?”

“It’s fun?” Paul guessed.

“Don’t do it.” Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.

Paul pouted.

You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.

“You all are the first customers I’ve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,” you blushed.

You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.

He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he sighed.

You giggled, “I sure hope that’s not true, you’d think you’d wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.”

It was taking all of Paul’s self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.

You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, “I love Sfogliatella! I haven’t been able to find them anywhere,” he told you.

“My grandma’s recipe,” you smiled, “I love them too, I haven’t really seen ‘em anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.”

Marko melted.

You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “Dark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,” you told him.

“For a richer flavor?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Exactly!” you beamed, “thought you’d like it.”

His lips turned up into a half-smile, “thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.

He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, “these are my favorite, how’d you know?” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “call it baker’s intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.”

He blushed, “talk about a sixth sense,” he mumbled, “you really are the sweetest thing in here.”

Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had ‘stolen his line.’

David cleared his throat, “nothin for me love?” he raked his eyes over your form.

You laughed, “you just didn’t strike me as a sweets guy,” you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.

When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.

“Clever little thing aren’t you?” he flirted.

“I like to think so,” you winked.

David’s smile spread across his whole face, “well if you aren’t the cutest thing…” he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.

Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.

He frowned, “gotta get goin’ sweet but we’ll be back,” he promised, winking.

You bit your lip, “I hope so, I’m here every night.”

You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.

You couldn’t help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision you’d ever made.

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[unoislazy]

I am feral for Mizu and you’ve been feeding me well with your Mizu fics so thank you so much for your service!! 💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗 i really enjoy your writing and the way you portray Mizu. With that said i wanna run a scenario by you and im just wondering how do you think it’d play out (if you like the idea enough to do a mini fic or headcanons that’d be awesome but if not then that’s okay and i understand 💕) hear me out, what if Mikio had a sister and she lived with him and Mizu during the time they were married, say her and Mizu bonded while they all live together but then their friendship blossoms into romantic love 🥺 how do you think that’d play out?

I Am No Coward

(Part 1)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

A/N: all of you guys are so nice and I love all of you. Thank you for the suggestion! This will be around a 4 part series that I hope to continue working on in the near future so BUCKLE UP

Also!

I am planning on making a Mizu x Black reader soon but I’m struggling on deciding a scenario for it. If anyone has any suggestions they won’t be to try out for it, I’ll take them with open arms!

Summary: You’re Mikio’s sister and todays the day you meet his new bride to be.

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Days were quiet with you and your older brother Mikio. After you had been put under his care and he had been outcasted by the lord, you both lived on his land more on the countryside, away from those who would cast their unwanted opinions on to you.

You usually took care of the more mundane tasks, cooking, cleaning; Things Mikio never truly liked to do. He wasn’t against helping but he was usually too busy with the horses to ever truly give you a hand. You knew your brother was obsessed with trying to win back the favor of the Shogun and as much as you knew it wasn’t going to happen, you let him believe anyways.

Time went on as usual until one day Mikio had returned home with some news.

“I’ve been offered a wife.” He said plainly as he took off his cape. You stopped cutting the vegetables and turned to him with a smile.

“That’s great… right?” You smiled hopefully. Given that he was now deemed an outcast and he was an older man it was unlikely that he would find any matches at this point, so you were just pleased that someone had been offered.

“She has the eyes of an onryo.” Was all he said in response before walking over to you. He kneeled down, watching what you were doing with a watchful yet critical eye. He adjusted your hand, suggesting that you had been cutting wrong in the first place.

“And that’s a problem?” You asked, your smile dropping for a moment as you rolled your eyes at his wordless suggestion. You knew he truly had no say in what opportunities were offered to him, you both did. If he had anything to gain, he should take it. He sighed for a moment, looking down before answering,

“No, She’ll be here in three days.”

Your smile returned, pleased to know that at least your brother would experience something other than the constant stress of trying to win back his honor.

You didn’t care what his wife would look like, she could have blue eyes, green hair, and purple skin for all you cared. All you cared about was your brother being happy, and you hoped she would be the key to that.

Mikio used to be a much more upbeat man. He liked to bring light to dreary situations with a joke or some laughter, but he always knew when to keep it serious. However, after he had been outcasted it seemed like all the fun parts of him disappeared. He became so hellbent on training the horses to be the best they could be that he forgot to have fun or indulge himself in anything. You used to enjoy spending time with him and you were elated when you realized you would be put under his care, but that joy soon subsided when you realized just the effect a bruised ego can have on a man. He became closed off, irritable, and would barely even give you the time of day. He cared about nothing more than his honor and as much as you tried not to, you began to resent him for it.

But you kept your thoughts to yourself and went on with your life, hoping someone would come along and change him.

The three days had passed and it was time for his new bride to arrive.

And Mikio was nowhere in sight.

You sighed, disappointed in him, believing he was avoiding yet another responsibility that seemed to ‘get in the way’ of his horses. Even if you had suggested anything, he wouldn’t listen to you, he knew what was best for him.

At least that’s what he claimed.

You sat quietly outside your house, waiting patiently for the woman to arrive so you could greet her. If anything you were ecstatic to meet the mystery woman and you hoped you’d manage to get along with her.

It hadn’t taken long for you to see them approaching. The two women walked towards your direction, both holding two bags, presumably full of their belongings. However, the younger woman seemed to also be holding what looked like a sheathed sword.

You smiled, now standing and walking down the steps, excited to meet the woman. You watched as the two women made their way towards you, one older and one younger. The older woman had turned to face the house that you stood before and spotted you, giving you a wide smile before turning back to the younger woman who seemed reluctant to continue following.

You couldn’t blame her.

Marriage wasn’t something a woman had control over in your world, you just got lucky that you got placed under your brother's care; because of him you were also considered ‘disgraced’ so not many men would truly want you.

She finally made her way, after many unpleasant words from her mother, and stood at her full height with a very plain expression.

She was beautiful.

You examined her features for as long as you could deem polite, your eyes floated from her hair, to her dress, taking in her height, and then lastly taking notice of her eyes.

However, when it came to her eyes, you didn’t see the eyes of an onryo. You saw eyes that reflected a color you saw only in the sky above, you had never seen such eyes before, but you needn’t stare and make the woman uncomfortable, she just got here after all.

You walked towards the two women, an excited smile on your face as you greeted them.

“Hello! You must be the woman Mikio’s going to marry. What’s your name?” You asked happily, the woman stared at you for a moment, clearly in some inner battle with herself on what to do now that she’s in this position. You waited patiently, understanding that being forced to marry someone is not always the happiest thing to do so you did not want to push her.

Her mother, however, cleared her throat and sent a glare at the woman, you assumed from this she was the one who had set up this offer.

The woman sighed, looking back towards you and answering,

“Mizu, my name is Mizu.” She waited for a moment before looking at you, expecting you to say something before speaking up again and asking, “and you are?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m Mikio’s sister.” You introduced yourself, you did give them your name but you figured it would be more helpful for them to know why you were there in the first place. With this new information Mizu seemed to relax just the slightest bit. Maybe she thought you were a concubine.

Gross.

“So, Where is the man?” Mizu’s mother asked, seemingly wanting to get the show on the road as she turned to you expectantly. You averted your gaze, a bit embarrassed as you answered,

“I’m actually not sure.”

With that answer both of the women stared at you like you were crazy.

“You may or may not be happy to know that Mikio often isn’t home. He’s usually out training his horses.” You explained, trying to subdue the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.”

As if on cue, you could hear the thumping of hooves accompanied by the sound of a horse's whinny. You all turned to the source of the noise which just so happened to be the aforementioned man. You sighed a small sigh of relief, thankful that he didn’t make himself look too bad.

You snuck a small glance at Mizu, wanting to gauge her reaction to your brother and you noticed that her fists were balled up tightly and her face was scrunched. Just like you had expected, the marriage wasn’t her idea. You hoped to the gods your brother wouldn’t ruin this opportunity, if not for his sake than for yours, you were tired of only having his company and truly wanted someone else to be around.

Mikio yields his horse, stopping just in front of Mizu. The first words he uttered were,

“You’re not as hideous as I expected.”

If you could’ve gotten up on that horse and smacked the life out of that man, you would’ve. It didn’t have to be love at first sight but out of all the things to say when he first meets his soon to be wife, and that's what he says? In that moment you were disappointed to have introduced him as your brother.

“You’re a lot older than I expected.” Mizu responded, earning a quiet snicker from you. Between you and your brother there was a decent age difference. If anything you were closer to Mizu’s age which was quite weird in your eyes but… it’s a sign of the times you guessed. Mikio shot you a silent glare telling you to shut up, which you did and you acted as if you had done nothing wrong.

“Let’s get this over with.” He said plainly, guiding his horse back to the field. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Mizu who just watched him go with a very obvious glare on her face.

“I’m sorry about him but if it's any consolation, you won’t have to deal with him alone.” You mentioned, trying to be at least a little encouraging. Mizu looked at you, her glare subsiding as she gave you a very small smile. With that, Mizu’s mother quickly began to rush her inside, wanting to get her ready to be wed before the sun went down. You offered your assistance in getting her ready, the entire time taking it as an opportunity to get to know Mizu.

“I noticed you brought a sword, do you know how to fight?” You asked curiously as you carefully brushed the white makeup across Mizu’s pale face. You couldn’t help but admire the woman's beauty, sure she might not have had the face of a princess, but to you that didn't mean anything. Her eyes of course were the main feature but you had also taken notice of the curl that stuck out from her hair that was pulled up.

“I fought a bit in the past… I don’t know how much I’ll keep up with it though.” She answered with a sigh but she regained her composure once she had looked over to her mother who glared at her.

“I don't know, Mikio might enjoy someone to fight with,” You began, gaining her interest a bit as she looked back up towards you. “And if he doesn't, then I would love to learn if you’d be willing to teach me.”

She gave another small smile, acknowledging your attempt to lighten her mood.

Once she had finished getting ready, her makeup was done, she was dressed in all white, you and her mother took a step back to assess how she looked.

“You look perfect!” You exclaimed to which her mother slightly nodded.

“You look fine, now where is your brother?” She asked impatiently. You turned to her, about to answer but Mikio had already walked in before you could say anything. He had taken off his cape that he wore everywhere and walked past you without saying a word. You sneered at him, he couldn't even try to make an effort? He was more of a grump than you ever remembered him being.

The private ceremony went on with the help of Mizu’s mother. You had no role in the ceremony so you simply sat back and watched. You looked on and for a strange reason you almost wanted to stop them… you felt as if one of them was making a mistake and all though it wasn’t entirely clear who, you could take a wild guess and probably be right. Regardless, you sat back. Your opinion in this matter doesn't matter anyways even if you did have the courage to go out and say it.

Immediately after they had finished, Mikio stood up, handed his dish over to Mizu, and went on his way. You could see the subtle yet dejected look that came across Mizu’s face and you felt a pang in your heart. Sure he might not know the woman very well but the least he could do is act as if he’s even the slightest bit interested. You quickly walked over to Mizu and took the dishes from her hands.

“I’ll take those, don’t worry about them.” You smiled at her, again trying to offer some sort of comfort or reassurance but this time it led to no avail. Her mother had decided it would be best to get her ‘ready for tonight’ so they both walked out and into a different room, as they walked out though the expression Mizu held had shifted to one of confusion or fear.

You sat quietly as you cleaned out the dishes that had been sitting around from hours prior. The resentment you felt for your brother only doubled down by seeing his actions first hand. Was he the most disrespectful man to ever walk the earth? No, but you still expected better from him, and when he arrived home you weren’t going to let him forget it.

A few hours had passed and the sun had set long before your brother had finally deemed it an appropriate enough time to come home. The moment he did you stood up from where you were sitting and walked over to him,

“Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it.” He said, already knowing you were going to complain. You looked at him up and down with a look of disgust, as if he had a choice in the matter.

“Well you're going to hear about it.” You argued.

“Can’t this wait?”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to complain about.”

“I don’t need to know what it is to know that it can wait for another time.”

“Oh sure, just so at that ‘other time’ you can shoo me away and say you have to take care of your horses, or you have work to do, or you're too busy.” You began to rant, much to Mikio’s dismay. This of course was not the first time you had gone off on him, and usually you were quite good at holding your tongue around him, usually his ego was too fragile to handle it, but you were not going to watch this woman sign her life with him just for him to look straight through her.

“You have been nothing but a slob and a grump all day and, I don’t know if you noticed, but you have a wife now. A wife that you called ‘not that hideous’ within two seconds of meeting her, are you serious?”

Mikio didn’t make a move to acknowledge any of your statements but you knew he was listening. You knew, even if it wasn’t exactly obvious, that he knew his actions were wrong, but Mikio was not the kind of man to admit to his failures and you knew that. You knew this argument would go nowhere but you at least hoped if he made a change, he would pretend he got himself to that conclusion.

“It’s not exactly like I’m marrying a princess.” He finally responded, his tone laced with sarcasm causing you to scoff.

“Any woman who has to be subjected to marrying you, deserves nothing less than to be treated like one, and if you wont, someone else will.” You spat, storming out of the room to leave the man with his thoughts, or lack thereof.

[lovingjingyuan]

Tailor: Jing Yuan

Fun Fact about Our Husband! He doesn't care much about looking modest despite his high status!

Jing Yuan x Reader Fic I posted about this!

I found this like a long time ago but never heard anyone mention it. He's so silly I love my husband! He's really like "I don't wanna get measured!" he's like a little kid not wanting to shower <3 Qingzu really had to force him! I'm surprised not many people know about this!

I wonder what formal event! Anyways he's so ughhh! I need him so bad. He's everything and makes me giggly and smile. I should write something based on this!

WHY DID THEY HAVE TO HID HIS CHEST 😭 I swear the CN player were complaining did not help! HE LOOKS GOOD STILL 💕 my husband is so handsome 🥺

Also here's my Jing Yuan build! Idk how to improve it sadly </3

[forever-rogue]

Hiiii beeeee

Saw you wanted some inspo, so from the sunshine prompts:  i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior.   ❜ with the sunshine being r and a grumpy Joel who’s very soft for her🥺✨

AN | Okay but this! Sunshine!Reader and Joel are two of my faves💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“If you keep scowling like that, it’s going to be permanent,” Joel shifted his gaze to you as you sat down across the table from him. He let out a small huff as you beamed at him, “oh wait - your face always looks like that. Pity, you’d be so handsome if you smiled.”

“Sunshine,” you could see that he was fighting back a smile as the corners of his mouth twitched up, “what’re you on about, coming in here like that, huh?”

You set your elbows on the tables and tented your fingers, resting your chin on them. Narrowing your eyes, you watched him closely for a moment before leaning towards him, “I’ve decided that you’re still handsome.”

He couldn’t hold back his laugh this time around as you sat back and crossed your arms over your chest in satisfaction, “happiness looks good on you, Joel Miller.”

“Well, sweetheart, how can I not be happy when I’ve got you buzzing around all the time?” he took a sip from his beer, long and slow as your entire face warmed up; he always had a way of making you shut right up, “you’re like a little bumblebee.”

“Ahh, I knew there was a softie under that tough old exterior,” you bounced right back and grabbed the bottle gently from his grasp and tipped some of the amber liquid into your mouth, “I’d almost wager that you like me.”

“That might be pushing it,” he threw his arm over the back of the booth, looking around the bustling cantina. He liked it here, liked this, liked you; it almost felt like life was normal. He supposed this was normal now…and it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. You finished off the bottle and pushed it to the side, drumming your fingers along the sticky tabletop. You hadn’t thought about exactly where this conversation was going - you’d just seen Joel and gotten excited at the prospect of seeing and bounced right on over, “you wanna get out of here?”

“Sure?” your voice was high and nervous and you sounded less sure than you’d intended on, “yeah - yes. What’d you have in mind?”

“C’mon,” Joel stood up and shrugged on his jacket, motioning for you to follow him. You wasted no time in following, not immune from the titters and stares from the other patrons. Jackson was big, all things considered, but people still had nothing better to do than gossip, “ignore them. They’ll talk either way. S’long as you don’t mind that is…”

“I don’t care,” you promised, falling into step with him and trekking into the cool evening air. The chill was more than you’d expected and a shiver ran down your spine immediately. You hadn’t said anything and decided to try and not let him see how cold you were so he wouldn’t suggest just going home. But Joel caught onto you immediately and took his catch off and draped it around your shoulders before you could protest. Butterflies fluttered your tummy at the kind gesture, “thank you.”

“Can’t have you freezing on me,” he said gruffly but you knew exactly how he meant it. 

“Much obliged,” you teased, “where is it that you’re taking me? This is how I’m going to get murdered? 

“You think I’d really make that obvious if I was going to take you out to get murdered?” he tutted in amusement as you followed him through the quiet and deserted streets of Jackson, “c’mon, at least fifty people saw us. It’d be like I was wanting to get caught.”

“I dunno, I’m not a murderer I wouldn’t know what I’d do,” you grinned as you tucked your hands into the pockets of his jackets, his smell all around you, warm and comforting, “but thank you for the reassurance. Besides, we both know you’d miss me if I was gone.”

He slowed for a moment and you could feel his arm brushing against yours as he looked at you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing you’d probably just be left such a bumbling mess, “yeah. I would miss you.”

You made a small sound of content before nudging his arm right back, “I’d miss you too.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as he continued to lead you towards the outskirts of the Jackson. After walking a few more minutes you eventually made it up a small hill where the trees were cleared and you had a clear view of the starry night sky. You looked up in awe; you hadn’t bothered to look up in so long, that you hadn’t even realized just how beautiful the sky was. 

“Wow,” there was a giant smile on your face, and while you were always beautiful, Joel couldn’t help but think there was something even more magical than normal about you tonight, “it’s beautiful out here. The sky - it’s all so clear.”

“I found this spot a while ago,” he admitted as he took a seat on the ground and patted the space next to him, “it seems so obvious but it’s just out of the way enough that people don’t come here often. I like to come here to think sometimes.”

“Well thank you for sharing it with me,” you sat down next to him, keeping a small distance between your bodies with your knees just touching, “consider me honored.”

“Hmm,” the two of you sat in silence for a while; with anyone else you would have considered it awkward but with him it was just so…comfortable. That’s one of the many things that you liked about Joel - everything felt so easy with him, “you think awfully loud for someone so quiet.”

“I’m not…shut up,” you groaned without malice, hiding your face in your hands, “you are too perceptive sometimes, Joel Miller.”

“That’s just what I do,” he enjoyed getting you all flustered and caught off guard. People were usually much more honest that way, “you want to tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted softly after a few moments. 

“Don’t know what you’re thinking about or if you want to tell me?”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you,” you shifted slightly so you were facing him, allowing yourself a single peek at those pretty brown eyes of his. You found nothing but gentle curiosity peering back at you, “‘cause I’m scared that you won’t like what it is.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, sunshine,” he promised and you were almost positive that he was being honest, “I don't think even if you confessed that you were secretly a murderer I’d adore you any less.” 

Adore you. That made you feel so warm and fuzzy that your brain almost combusted. You opened and closed your mouth a few times while trying to decide exactly what to say and how to say it. 

“I, umm…I was just thinking about how much I like you…spending time with you,” you managed to choke out after a couple moments of quiet contemplation. You felt like a teenager with an awkward crush right then, rather than a grown woman. Joel’s mouth ticked up in a small smile as your face felt like it was on fire, “this is nice. And um, I guess I’m saying that I…like you…like you.”

“Mhmm,” he was loving this, and you could tell. At least he wasn’t yelling at you and didn’t seem disgusted, “so what you’re saying is that you have a crush on me?”

“I-I…it’s not a crush,” you squeaked out, which only caused him to laugh, “ugh, you’re so insufferable Joel Miller.”

“Yeah, but you like me,” he grinned as you rolled your eyes, “c’mon sunshine, it’s fine to admit. It’s all out in the open.”

“Well, my feelings are out in open,” you raised an eyebrow at him, “you could share with the crowd or tell me to fuck off and leave. Or we could both pretend that none of this ever happened.”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Well duh,” you answered, “it’s basically the law that you have to tell me now.”

“Sunshine, you’re not dumb,” he mirrored your position and leaned in, leaving only a small distance between your bodies. You could feel his warmth radiating onto you, “I wouldn’t give just anyone my jacket after all. I like you, like you too.”

“Oh gross,” you laughed softly, “that’s super gross. Feelings.”

“They’re the worst,” he agreed and you leaned in towards him, wanting, wanting, wanting.

“I think, Joel Miller, that you should express those feelings and kiss me,” your entire body was practically vibrating with excitement as you leaned and closed the little bit of remaining gap between the two of you. Joel effortlessly took over, his hand gently finding your face as he kissed you slowly, but deeply and with meaning. You weren’t sure what kind of feeling you had been expecting but it definitely wasn’t this. 

You’d had your fair share of first kisses but this was, by far, the best one yet. You didn’t want it to end, only parting from him reluctantly when you were both breathless. He pressed his forehead to your and laughed softly, “how was that?”

“Super gross,” you beamed at him, warm and soft, before stealing a few more soft and gentle kisses, “I love it.”

“You’re something else, sunshine.” his hand slid to your neck and he gently traced his fingers over your soft skin, “I definitely like you.”

“Yeah, I definitely kinda like you too,” you whispered, wrapping your fingers tenderly around his wrist, “was this your plan all along?”

“Hmm, not entirely,” he confessed, “I just want to get you out here to enjoy the view. You just happen to have no poker face, so I wanted to see if you’d finally say anything.”

“You could have said something too!” you shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek, “you’re just as bad.”

“I would have said something eventually but you beat me to it…”

“I was coerced into it!”

“It was voluntary,” he insisted, “and you know it.”

“Yeah well…fine,” you agreed, “just shut up and kiss me again.”

“Now that I can do, sunshine. With pleasure.”

[kpophubb]

♡ 𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ♥︎

❥ єинуρєи вєιиg ¢ℓιиgу ♡

ஐ 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 // 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 // мαѕтєяℓιѕт

"𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 & 𝘐, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦."

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♡ ℓєє нєєѕєυиg [이희승]

Idc what the age report says of heeseung being a 21 year old, he’s a b a b i e >.<

Your baby to be specific, who needs to be loved and cared for a lot at home when no one’s watching you two.

He loves to cuddle you, hug you, kiss you and literally everything that allows you guys to be close to one another and show eachother’s mutual love and affection. <3

And he knows damn well how to make you give it to him in seconds …😌

He makes that cute face with his innocent bambi eyes cause he knows you can’t resist him when he’s being so adorable 🥺

Hee isn’t really clingy infront of others tho but the moment you guys are alone..he will come rushing to you to give you a tight squeeze and give you that look..>~< 👉🏻👈🏻

So you guys end up cuddling where heeseung will literally bury his head in your chest and even rub his face with his ‘ soft cushion’ and might even squeal from how happy he is to have you.

“Babe I love you saurr *proceeds to insert his discount aussie accent* much” he will confess before beginning to press kisses on your chest upto your neck.

Will brush his hair with your neck to tickle you and wrap his hands and limbs around your torso like a little baby.

Will start murmuring songs out of pure joy and begins to tell you how much he’s missed you and his experience from the long tour.

Plays with your one hand while the other one is nuzzling his hair and kisses the back of it and expresses his love a lot. “I love you.” “You’re so special to me y/n.” “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Is willing to try so many cuddle positions with you where one second he’s lying on your chest and the other second, he’s pulling you to his or you’re lying with your back pressed to him.

He loves being the big spoon in most cases <33

But he’s so cute that he falls asleep within minutes whenever he feels your warmth and he feels your lips kissing his head.

And you know what’s cuter? The way he keeps holding your hand in his sleep and furrows his brows in his sleepy state whenever you try to move away. >.< 💕

♡ ραяк วαу [박종성]

Jay loves to touch, kiss, pamper and hold you so much but he won’t be verbal about it or ask for it bc he’s too shy to do it

More than being clingy, he LOVES it when you’re clingy with him instead. ☺️

But on the rare ocassion that he does feel needy, you’re gonna have to figure it out from his behaviour

He will come and quietly sit beside you and pretend to fix your sleeve to catch your attention.

Will play with your hair and just give you looks 👀 yk the ‘I would love to be loved by you rn’ look

He doesn’t wanna disturb you or come off as clingy so yeah he will just stop there, not distracting you further but praying to every god internally that you get the message telepathically

Jay is literally on cloud 9 the moment you smile and cup his cheeks and giggle at his cuteness

“So..you want my attention huh?😏” you chuckle, tracing his jaw with your thumb.

“I mean If you’re okay w/ it and it doesn’t disturb you with work-“ there, you shut up considerate jay with a kiss

Ahem 😳 now there you are being kissed so intensely on the couch, him on top of you, you on bottom, his hands cupping your waist and his mouth intertwined with yours.

Jay’s kisses are so damn passionate and fiery, and make every cell in your body shiver with his love and longing for you. And the cutest part is when he breaks away from the kisses to fondle your cheeks and fumble silent iloveyous and ‘you’re beautiful’ while looking inside your eyes honestly.

He’s such a sweet gentleman that he’s gonna bring a warm blanket and self made snacks now, so you can cuddle on the couch as he feeds you while watching your favourite movie together. :’) <33

♡ ѕιм วαєуυη [심재윤]

Clingy is his middle name 🤷🏻‍♀️

Okay so sim clingy jaeyun can’t even go on a single second without being all over you and showering you with his endless love 💕💕💕

He doesn’t really wanna come in the way of you doing your assignment or working on your laptop but-

He can’t really HELP IT if he’s so in love with you and NEEDS your attention and affection 24/7 - 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Thus he will come and proceed to wrap his legs around you and cage you in between his legs. Draping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

But you’re deceived if you think it just ends like that

He will pepper kisses along your shoulder to your cheeks and even..your neck

“Jake-“ you try to question but oh well, the moment you turn towards his face, he presses his lips to yours and kisses you.

Deep and passionate long kiss 😳

He’s sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to the bed already, all princess style. 💋👀

When you guys do reach, he’s gonna start kissing you all over and tell you how much he loves you and misses you bc he’s very vocal and cheesy.

“My princess.” Is what he calls you before giving you a tight hug like that >.<

Well now, proceed to be pampered and loved for the rest of the night. He’s gonna cuddle you, hold your hand, kiss your forehead, pat your tummy and head and make out with you a lot too.

Totally a skinship guy whose love language is 100% physical touch. 💘💘

♡ ραяк ѕυиgнσσи [박성훈]

Just the park sunghoon being tHe pArK sUnGhoOn 🙄😮‍💨

He wants your attention so bad but he’s on a war within himself whether he should go and initiate the skinship or just wait for you to get it through telepathy??

And ofc the latter wins. AINT no way he will ask for it himself cause he wants YOU to be needy for him not vice versa- 🤦🏻‍♀️

He’s gonna sit on the edge of the bed as you Are doing your skincare on your dresser table and he’s just gonna do everything to catch your attention ‘unintentionally’

Like flip his hair back and fix his collar and appear handsome. You do look over many times but that’s that. Nth else happens

SO HE IS JUST FRUSTRATED.

Might even roll on the bed from UTTER FRUSTRATION and just punch the air.

You realize it soon though, and turn to tease him for being so adorable 😏

“Ohho :o are YOU whining for my attention rn?” You pretend to act surprised and raise your eyebrows mockingly.

But that brat is never gonna agree so he will try to flip roles and be like “huh? Me? Look at you in the mirror. It’s probably you who can’t stay away from her handsome boyfriend 😎” there. His playful narcissism surfaces again lmao.

And then when you sigh and proceed to walk out of the door-

He dashes RIGHT after you to catch you inside his arms >.<

“No babe don’t go I’m sorry” he’s gonna plead instantly while hugging you SUPER tightly. (Hoon-0 y/n-1)

So now you better cuddle him a lot and give him what he wants..🤫

he’s gonna kiss you a lot to make up for his bad joke and stick his hands with you like super gum!! <3

Sunghoon loves head pats so he’s gonna pat your head and mischievously ruffle your hair to tease you!! :p

He’s not the type to be very clingy but when he’s in the mood, he will love you a lot and cherish you like his ‘little’ girl!!! <33

♡ кιм ѕυиσσ [김선우]

I feel like sunoo is gonna be very direct if he wants your attention.

And the direct way he asks for affection is so so cute too like the boy himself !! >.<

He’s gonna press his back to the headboard of the bed and put his arms behind his head and just pout at you and do aegyo :((

“Y/niee ~~ please come here~ 🥺” he’s gonna pout in a convincing angel voice

That’s gonna surely pull you to him like a magnet! 😳

Sunoo urges you to sit on his lap and when you do he’s gonna wrap his arms around your torso and squish your cheeks with his like “waaah >.< <33”

Will kiss your cheek nonstop and giggle 2x more than usual

Istg he’s so cute and talkative with you, he just won’t stop telling you about his day and long tour experience and just make so many dramatic facial expressions and eye rolls like the sassy boy he is lol

Will love it so much when you match his energy and talk back with cuter reactions

Boy is not even gonna let you go pee, he’s that attached to you

Even if he has to get up, he will get UP WITH YOU IN BETWEEN HIS FRAME and tip toe along with you

Cuddles you nonstop to sleep and melts when you give him kisses and play with his chubby cheekies <3

Pwease tell him you love him a lot tho 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he lives for your confessions.

So adorable that he won’t even want to wake up in the morning from the bed bc it pains him to let you go </3

So in love with you and it’s EVIDENT. 😏😍💯💞

♡ уαηց วυηցωση [양정원]

Jungwon is not really a clingy person but when he’s come back home after a long tour and he has missed you a lot, oh boy-

He’s STUCK TO YOU LIKE GLUE and nothing and nobody can get him off of you 😭

Baby just wants to lay there and get all your affection to make up for all the missed times :(((

And jungwon being jungwon, he won’t ask for hugs and cuddles or even initiate it himself right off the bat.

Initially, he just comes up and sits beside you and plays with your sleeves. Then, he proceeds to brush his fingers with your hand and then interlaces it with his and places his head on your shoulder and just hums.

Then when his silent message doesn’t get through (or perhaps it does but you love testing him), he’s gonna look at you and give you the needy kitten eyes and whisper “y/n~🥺” in a voice sweeter and quieter than usual.

Which ofcourse you can’t resist, so you guys proceed to go to your shared bed to cuddle ☺️👉🏻👈🏻

jungwon rests his head on your chest, lacing his hands around your waist and puts his legs over you. Literally wraps himself around you and closes his eyes to just feel the moment.

He doesn’t really talk much or kiss much, he just wants to lay there and bask in your comforting presence and feel your bodies pressed to one another that’s therapeutic to him. :’) <3

Babyboy even has a “y/n emergency kit” prepared beside your bed that consists of your charger, tissues, hair clips and literally e v e r y t h i n g so you don’t need to get up ever and leave him even for 2 seconds.

obsessed with you. Literally obsessed. uwu 💘😍

Jungwon will urge you to ruffle his hair and run your fingers through his fluffy hair, which makes him melt on the spot like ice cream. 🥺

Don’t instigate him tho..cause If you do he’s gonna tackle you in bed and kiss the living shit out of you and brush his nose with your skin to make you ticklish >.<

“Awh too tired to be romantic huh, yang jungwon? Phew I’m disappointed. I thought you missed me more :((“ you tease him and literally see the way his invisible cat ears perk up due to his pride being hurt lol.

He will literally climb on top of you in a millisecond, intertwining your hands with his and pressing it against the pillow before smugly declaring “if you challenge me y/n, be prepared.😏” and then proceed to kiss you nonstop all over your face. 💋

Feather light kisses on your cheeks, forehead, eyelids and on your lips where his mouth lingers a little more than needed…😳

Good luck now cause you’re about to face his kissing for the rest of the night (which feels like heaven) before he passes out on top of you like a sleepy little baby. <33 ಥ_ಥ

♡ ηιѕнιмυяα яιкι [西村 力]

Ni ki being needy is like a big sulky baby whining for attention :p

Bc he’s so cute and pouty it’s as if a huge sized (toddler) 16 year old is looking at you for your love and attention

And when he’s being like that, you JUST HAVE TO DROP EVERYTHING and give him the affection he needs

Cause or else be ready to have pillows and plushies thrown at your face lmao

He’s ready to fight you, tackle you in bed, tickle your feet, attack you with kisses etc. etc. 🤦🏻‍♀️🙄💕

For example you’re lying on the bed, casually scrolling through your phone and that’s when big baby riki shows up and proceeds to squash you with his weight for not looking at him 😡 will literally climb on top of you shamelessly and lay there like a corpse till you’re laughing and shoving him to get off.

Traps you within him and won’t move unless you pat his head and tell him you love him and give him hugs and kisses of your own accord

That’s when he’s SO smug about it and giggles and blushes so hard 👉🏻👈🏻

Riki loves to be babied by you so please play with his hair a lot and compliment him bc he loves that

But don’t tease him too much for being needy cause or else he’s gonna have to come shut you up w his lips 🤭💋

He loves to treat you like his personal teddy bear so prepare to be squished hugged like a plushie to sleep 🥺

And I get this feeling that he’s very romantic so expect him to kiss the sides of your face and kiss your fingers while playing w your hands.

So baby that he can’t even go to sleep without resting his head on your chest and you singing him to sleep or sth lol 💕

To the outside world, he’s a mature 16 year old star but behind closed doors, he’s the biggest and cutest baby who needs to be loved and spoiled just by you. :’) <33

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ─ ≫

🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! ^-^ 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀/𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴! 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥!! <3 :)

Tagging: @boowoowho @rikismiel @cloudcutter @bfhee @kpoproyal @yjjungwon @miyoung07

[teddynivvy]

Can I…. can I has a part 2 to the current era schlatt virgin story where they has the soft sex pwetty pwease, I am craving a fluff right ‘bout now or tomorrow or anytime cause I’m STARVING…. 🥺👉👈💕

~🍓🍰 (yes, I’m one of Dollie’s beloved anons, if you don’t know who tf I am still, than hi! 👋🏼 I’m 🍓🍰 anon, I like fluff and submissive schlatt stories, and that’s all you need to know about me for now ^^)

ur acting like i’m not stalking dollie’s blog every day for content lmao ofc i know who u are i’m glad ur here :) as a fellow sub schlatt truther i’m here for u! continuation of pt 1 virgin!schlatt, afab!reader and nsfw :)

schlatt's laying back now, feeling much more comforted by your reaction to his confession.

he shakily breathes out when you start to pull off his clothes, taking yours off with them and allowing them to find a pile on the floor. the sun is just setting, painting his neck and chest light orange, as you find yourself between his legs.

his boxers came off with his pants, and you're impressed by the sight of his cock. you start to rub your hand over it, and he's achingly hard, trying not to cum just from the faint touch of your pretty fingers. "tell me if you want me to stop," you say, letting your other hand rub his thigh for reassurance. he looks down at you, almost alarmed. "please, don't stop."

your hand wraps around him as you envelop him in your mouth, feeling the tip of his length bob at the back of your throat. he's not making much noise, just gripping the sheets, hips bucking up slightly into your soft, wet mouth. you can tell he's holding back, so you pull off just for a second. "i like when you make noise," you note, and you feel him relax. "o-okay," he lets his hand come to your head as you start to take him in again, moans now pouring from his mouth.

he sounds unholy, groans and grunts because his cock is hitting the back of your mouth, as you let him fuck into it slightly. he's so needy for you, wants all of you - you can tell he won't last long like this, and you want to feel him inside of you.

"do you wanna fuck me?" you ask, with a smirk on your face. he nods vehemently, with a red face and a soft smile. "that felt so good," he rushes out, as you lay on your back and feel him on top of you. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his lower back as you nod, double checking for his assurance. "i'm not, uh," he laughs into the crook of your neck. "i'm not gonna last long." you kiss him on the cheek, then the throat, then his lips, as he slides his cock deep inside of you.

you both gasp at the sensation - full and complete, as he starts to rut his hips into you. feeling the friction on your clit build, you're surprised at how easily he's hitting the right spot to make you cum right alongside him. "is that ok?" he asks, between breaths. "mmhm," you reply, feeling your hands find his broad shoulders as he pumps in and out, feeling his lips on your neck and the tension rising between you.

he's kissing you now, warm and sloppy as his thrusts get more jagged, still rutting up against you. your orgasms are building, and when he starts to go faster, you feel yourself unravel. "can i - fuck, fuck, - can i come inside of you?" you can tell he's so close, about to explode, so you crash your lips to his and nod, wrapping your legs around him to hold him inside of you.

it hits you both at the same time - seismic waves that have you crying out his name, gasping for more of him as your lips disconnect. he's groaning into your mouth, spurting hot cum inside of you and letting his hips rest in between your legs when he's finished. out of breath and sweaty, you lay there together, relishing in the feeling of warmth, running your hands through his hair.

"good first time?" you finally ask, after a beat to catch your breath.

"yeah. great first time."

[ricochetlovebombs]

I have finished the main story, as well as the companion mission and I wanna share my thoughts; all about Sampo, of course! This is NOT spoiler free, you've been warned.

Starting here:

Omg hi I've missed you so much 🥺💕

Why you gotta lie? He says this and then proceeds to say a bunch of shit that completely contradicts it. I thought we'd have the option to call him out bc I thought it was confirmed (or rather implied that we knew) in game that he's a Masked Fool? (More on that later)

Not necessarily Sampo related but I was surprised to see a character in the game with my name- But I also thought it was funny to imagine Sampo hanging out in a bar with all of the Pepeshi people hehe

Always looking out for us 🥺 Even though the whole thing felt so ominous at the time.. not to mention the mixed emotions after seeing that ridiculous dream. I'm wondering how that was related to what he was wanting to show us? Was he going to show us the "real" Dreamscape?

Took a cute pic here hehe

Tbh I'm not fully sure what Sparkle means by this part here regarding Sampo. I would also like to share that given the theories about Sampo "playing a character," as well as the light cone It's Showtime, that I was worried that he was never real to begin with and merely one of many puppets played by Sparkle. I'm glad that's not the case, though!

The way Sampo talks about the other Fools makes me think he is much more tame compared to the others. Or perhaps he used to be as wild but as calmed down more over time.

Look at that precious smile 😭❤️

THIS WHOLE SCENE THOUGH. THIS BETTER MEAN WE GET HIM AS A 5 STAR LATER

Also it seems like their masks grant them powers, in that case?

In conclusion, I'm extremely happy to have more Sampo content! I adore Roger Rose so much, he's a super sweet guy and the biggest reason I keep the game in English. (Tbh it made me sad to hear so many people talking bad about his voice lines a while back.) He once again delivered an amazing performance and I will continue to adore both him and Sampo 💕

[lunargrapejuice]

hellooo :)))

i love your writing so much and i don't know if requests are open but if they aren't ignore this please :>

i literally would DIE for diluc hurt/comfort anyday i love him so much ☹️💞💞

can i please request diluc x fem reader who is suffering with depression but hides it from diluc because he already has a traumatic background and she doesn't wanna be a burden, and he finds out about her depression when she is having one of her episodes and he just goes all fluffy 🤭 💕

you don't have to write this if you're uncomfortable but have a nice day/night anyways :)) and lola is so cute btw :3

diluc ragnvindr x reader

warnings: no pronouns used, hurt/comfort, mentions of depression but i tried to make it pretty generalized! what i did write was based on my own experience with depression so im sorry if it’s wrong compared to anyone else’s

authors note: thank you so much for your kind words & for requesting! i hope this was okay 🥺🩷 hehe lola is such a lil baby thank you🩷💕

diluc had always told you that you could rely on him whenever you needed, for anything you needed, and when he said those words you had agreed with a smile when you knew just how little you wanted to burden him with anything at all. let alone these emotions you had dealt with for so long, that still seemed to get the better of you from time to time, that could consume you and make the world feel as dark and heavy as the deepest parts of the sea.

so you never reached out, never told him about the emotions crashing into you like a rocky tide  even when you felt like you might break under his tender gaze and his worried tone as he asks if you’re alright when you weren’t doing the best of jobs at holding it together. seeing the stoic diluc worry for you, offer you himself just to be sure you were alright.. a part of you felt as though you didn’t deserve it, but he was always so kind, and he needn't worry about you. he already had so much on his mind and that weighed down his own heart..

this was something you could and would keep to yourself, something you had to fight all by yourself, and you did your damndest to hide it from him. even as you fell for him, wanting to give him your heart and soul, including the broken pieces you were trying so hard to put back together, you chose to keep it close to your chest and not let him be burdened by your depression.

but what were you to do when he caught you drowning in the middle of that vast, depthless, ocean and offered you himself to hold onto?

his voice was wrought with emotion as he called your name and caught your attention through your teary eyes. you thought you had been avoiding him successfully, seeing him enough to where he wouldn’t suspect you but with enough distance that he wouldn’t see just how okay you were not the past weeks, but now that he was in front of you, kneeling to meet your body that felt too heavy to carry as you cried, you realize maybe he had known all along and waited patiently for you to tell him or show him. 

you saw the black leather of his gloves hovering over you, hesitant to touch you but his ruby eyes told you of how badly he wished to hold you, to comfort you. he was so close you could smell the lingering fragrance of wine and oak on his skin, felt the heat of his body even if he wasn’t touching you at this moment. 

“please.. talk to me,” he pleads, his voice cracking at his own emotions becoming too much for him to hold back.

of course he had noticed the signs of your sadness, not knowing the entire depths of it all but nonetheless wanting to help you carry it, remind you that you were never alone and that his strength, no matter the form you needed it in, would always be yours to rely upon. when he came to check up on you, his heart yearning to see you, he hadn’t expected to find you in the quietness of your living room, clinging to a pillow as if it might help stop your sobbing the tighter you held it. 

he was quick on his feet to make his way to your side, forgetting about anything other than you and the deep desire to do anything to bring back your smile, but startling you in the process when his fingers touch your shoulder and you jump back in surprise, not having heard him knock at the door or call your name before entering after your sad sounds muffled through the door had him thinking the worst. 

“diluc..” you choke out, not knowing what to do other than succumb to how badly you need him right now. in the suffocating ice depths he was the blazing fire that promised to keep you safe, keep you warm, until you could go on; the steadiness of it, of him, a silent vow to never leave your side.

the moment your hands touch his arms, trembling fingers clinging to his coat sleeves with a tighter grip than you intended, he finally lets himself touch you again. his touch is much softer than your own, as if you were made of the finest glass and he was the sworn keeper and protector of such a precious object. warm leather catches your endless tears, strokes your cheeks to try to wipe them away and when he learns it will be to no avail, at least not yet, his gentle hands tangle into your hair and around your middle, pulling you against his chest.

his touch grows more intense then, nearly matching your own that holds onto the back of his coat and some of his hair. it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t bother him, hold on as tightly as you need for he would not waver. 

you can hear the beating of his heart in your ears, each thump quieting the thoughts you couldn’t get to stop before. the warmth that surrounds you seeps into your bones and thaws every bit of cold that held you, the softness of his shirt collecting your tears, his quiet ‘i’m here’ and ‘i’ve got you’ wrapping around your heart and encasing it in protective flames.

after a while, never once parting from each other's embrace, your body grows weak, your hold softening while his remained comforting and steady. your eyes no longer weep so unwillfully but your sorrow is replaced with shame and worry. you hadn’t meant for him to see.. wanted to be stronger than this for him and for yourself-

your thoughts are cut off by the hand once lost in your hair now gently pulling up your chin to meet his gaze, nothing but earnest worry and love swirling in his scarlet eyes. for the first time since you grabbed ahold of him, he finally lets go of your middle, long and steady fingers coming to move the hair sticking to your wet cheeks. your eyes flutter closed as his movements and you keep your arms around him, not ready to let go but he doesn’t have any intention of moving away from you. 

he whispers your name, his own emotions still at the back of his throat, and your eyes open slowly in response, even if at times under his undivided attention you couldn’t look for long before bursting with warmth and embarrassment. you think perhaps you should be embarrassed now, puffy eyes with wet lashes and your running nose, the mess you’ve made of his shirt, the truth of what you’ve been hiding from him finally coming to light, leaving you vulnerable but you find yourself unable to look away despite it all and your heart beating with hope when he speaks again.

“whatever ails you, no matter what it is, i will always be beside you to help you through it. in any way i can,” his fingers caress your cheek with one hand and along your jaw with the other. you swear you could cry all over again but for happier reasons this time. “i will hold you. i will give you my strength, anything you could ask for. and when you’re ready to share with me, i will listen.”

“‘luc..” your eyes drop, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his coat. you don’t want to keep it from him any longer.. not when he looks at you like this, like you were his whole world. but your worries hold you back.. “how could i possibly burden you with this?” you mumble, like a child not wanting to admit that had done something bad. “after everything..”

before you can say more, compare your sorrows to his own when that was the very last thing he wanted, he pulls you against his chest. the past haunted him, kept a dark cloud over his world, blocking out the sun and moon, but you were his future, his light in that darkness and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. there was nothing he would let you go through alone.

neither of you would ever have to go through anything alone again, not now that you had each other.

“you are never a burden to me,” he says it like it was so matter of fact but still like it pained him that you thought anything different. “please share your happiness and sorrows with me,” his grip tightens around you, his face now buried in the crook of your neck, breath hot on your skin, soft red locks tickling your jaw and neck. “through it all i swear i’ll be here.”

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[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | massage

pairing | massage therapist!andy barber x reader

warnings | andy’s soooo soft and sweet <3. err, some sort of violation of massage therapy ethics lol. me kind of not knowing how a massage works. my shameless hand kink. fingering. praising/encouragement. squirting. he cleans her up after :)

word count | 897

an | big thankyou to @starksbabie for letting me ask weird questions about massage practices lol. sorry if this still didn’t seem realistic, i’ve never had a massage before 😭

okay but 😳 getting a massage from andy? 😏

he’s a professional ofc!! recommended to you by a friend who’s noticed how tense and stressed you’ve been lately. “he’s the best, those hands are magic!”

he’s got a little private office built off of his home. he greets you when you arrive, guiding you back into the private room with the table. “go ahead and undress for me, honey. hop up and lay on your back when you’re ready; you can cover yourself with the sheet if you like.” he gives you a few minutes of privacy to let you do as he instructed. all you can think about is how handsome he is 🥲 your friend should’ve warned you this guy’s a total dilf lol

he comes back in and dims the lights, making his outline just barely visible against the few dull lamps stationed around the room. washes his hands at the sink in the corner before coming to stand at your side, pumping some oil onto his large hands. he can see you’re trembling a little 🥺

“easy sweetheart, just relax. i’ll be gentle, i promise.” his voice is so soothing and warm, it’s hard not to trust him

he starts things out innocent enough, moving the sheet and working your calves and around your knees. murmuring soothing words as he notes your jumpiness, “deep breaths, good.” “that feel okay?” “a little tight here, honey. let’s see if we can help with that-” his hands are so strong yet gentle 💕

he gradually works his way up to your thighs. the outsides first, then the tops. you try your best to fight off any inappropriate thoughts or feelings, but there’s just something about his dark figure towering over you, his massive hands, his low, soothing voice…

“gonna open up your legs a bit, princess. you’ve got some tightness here,” you jump as his long fingers are trailing to the insides of your thighs. he opens them just a few inches at first, guiding your knees to fall apart. you’re glad the room is so dark; you’re sure you’re making the most humiliating faces at this point 🥲 he works at your sore inner thighs as you try to ignore the fact that your bare pussy is now on display for his trained eyes and hands

he makes his way up to the tender space where your legs meet your groin. a whimper escapes your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks

he pauses. “sweetheart.” his voice is so dangerously low, with just a hint of tentativeness. he takes a deep breath, exhaling audibly before continuing. “i wanna help you, baby. will you let me?” his hands are guiding your knees further apart, hooking them over each side of the table to let your calves dangle down towards the floor.

you close your eyes, trying not to let your voice tremble as you give a soft, “mhm,” nodding your head. it’s all the answer he needs

he pumps some more oil onto his hands, warming them gently for a few moments before returning to the side of the table. you can just barely see his form leaning down a bit to get as good of a view as he can. his hands are careful as they land on either side of your needy cunt. you don’t get to see the smile spreading across his face as he catches a glimpse of your wetness, shining subtly in the darkness

he uses one large hand to part your pussy lips, the other dragging a few fingers up through your puddle. he hums in approval as your body jerks sensitively. he strokes the pads of his fingers broadly over your clit for a few moments, paying attention to how your body responds. when your knees shake and your little feet kick gently, he moves to press two fingers up into your soaking hole as the others continue on your burning button

“keep breathing for me, baby. that feel good?” you offer a mumbled confirmation, your head nodding almost desperately as his strong digits stretch you out. the sensation of fullness almost does you in alone- and then he starts pumping his fingers into you, curling them ever-so-slightly up to reach your sweet spot

you let out some mixture between a moan and a cry, your hips bucking up instinctively to match his pace. “good, that’s good, honey. keep going for me, that’s it…” he forces your mound back with his fingers, swirling his thumb quicker over your hardened nub. “come on, baby. give it to me, almost there…”

you come right on his fingers with a string of jumbled cries. “goood,” he croons, keeping up his pace to coax your orgasm out of you. he smiles as he feels you squirting out against his hands before things finally begin to ease up

he slows to a gentle stop, reaching for a towel with one hand as he continues stroking your inner thigh with the other. after wiping off the mess you made from his fingers, he gently moves to find something to clean you off with, turning the lights up a little to make the room more visible

“feeling better?” he asks when he returns to your side. you just nod pathetically, a sweet look of humiliation settling on your face as he gets to cleaning you up 😌

[mqsi]

Hey babes 💕 I'm being lazy so I'll put up a request. Would you write sth where Gavi gets teased by the team that he's Spain's little prince and the reader picks up on it leading to smut

Thank you, love

(Prince Gavi 👑🥺 is just >>>>)

Hey love,thank you for requesting💗 At first I didn’t know how to transition to smut part so I hope you like this🫶🏻

warning:smut

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“So pretty boy,when are we seeing you on tv next to royal family?” Raphinha teasingly asked as the boys were leaving Camp Nou grounds after practice. You were supposed to meet Gavi outside so the two of you could go for casual brunch since you had free time.

Gavi clicked his tounge trying not to react to yet another joke about princess Leonor’s confession about him. Since that information spread out on the internet, the boys main idea of fun was teasing him about it before he explodes and gives them a reaction. And we are talking about Gavi here so that doesn’t take long.

“Guys he is just nervous about wearing all those shiny prince clothes, leave him for now” Pedri jumped in the conversation, waving his hands around to mimick Gavi appearing all sparkly as a newfound Spain prince. He was basically jogging away from them,trying to find you and escape another argument with his teammates. However, he heard your voice coming from behind him.

“Prince clothes, seriously Pedri?” you said feeling anger bubble inside as you were tired of the prince joke as well. Comments and articles on the internet strarted getting to you lately,most of them hyping up the “potential relationship” even tho Gavi was already taken and happy with you. You shoved past them at frist but when his teammates started talking about it you became really annoyed and insecure.

“Amor-“ Gavi tried reaching you before you burst but it was too late.

“No Pablo I don’t wanna hear it. They’ve been teasing you about it for who knows how long now so you’re obviously giving them a reason to!” you yelled.

“Shit we didn’t mean to make a fuss about this, sorry” Pedri said and rushed Raphinha and the others before things escalted.

“Y/n I told them to stop a million times but they think it’s so funny to joke about it so I started ignoring it. It’s definietly not what you think. So let’s just relax now and go where you want” Gavi said trying to calm you down.

“Forget about it let’s just go home” you said, your mood ruined.

You got home and layed on the couch in the living room when you heard Gavi yell from the bathroom.

“Amor can you come help me with something?”

You were still kinda angry but went upstairs regardless.

As you opened the door of the bathroom, your mood suddenly changed. Gavi was leaning against the counter, wet hair and boxers only, his erection evident trough thin material. You stopped at the door, staring at him.

“Come here” he said motioning towards the counter. You walked up to him, his mouth instantly caging you in a heated kiss. You moaned softly against his lips, his hand lightly tapping your thigh as an instruction to sit on the counter behind you. You jumped, spreading your legs letting Gavi get comfortable between them.

He grinded his erection against your shorts, the friction making him hiss and your panties wet.

“If you’re so worried about me leaving to become a prince I wanna show you who I belong to” he whispered while kissing your neck. His fingers found their way down to your clit, touching you trough your shorts.

“Pablo more” you moaned.

“So needy already” he said, stripping you down and getting on his knees.

He kissed your core lightly before licking a stripe, spreading your wetness on his tounge. He started sucking on your clit, making you squeeze your legs against his head, your fingers tangling in his still damp hair pulling him in.

“Fuck feels so good”

He hummed against you sending shivers down your spine. Before you could cum he pulled away, standing up and taking off his boxers. “Turn around for me princesa”

You smiled cause of the nickname and turned around, leaning your elbows against the counter. You met eyes with Gavi in the mirror that was now in front of you and felt him tease your entrance with his tip.

“Let me show you how much I love you” he said before thrusting into you. He started slow making you feel every centimeter of him before speeding up and grabbing you by your hair.

“Look in the mirror princesa, look who I’m making love to” he said as you became a moaning mess. “Of course it’s you, there is no other girl” he continued, now chasing his high.

“Pablo I’m so close” you whined, struggling to keep yourself up. His fingers started working on your clit and you snapped. Legs shaking, Gavi’s hands being the ones to keep you up. He followed soon after, emptying himself on your lower back. You turned around, your forehead against his.

“I love you” he said, trying to catch his breath

“I love you too prince” you replied, chuckling.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hello darling 😊💙✨

May I request a drabble of Count Vronsky playing with paint with his 2 years old daughter and their giggles get so loud that his wife come to check what's so funny and find them all messy with paint 🥺💖😩

Have a nice day love 💕

Hiii!! I love this so much, you too (::

Mess

“Don’t worry about it, darling. I’ll watch her for a little.” He said to you, when he noticed you were clearly stressed.

You smiled and kissed him, thanking him and going into the room.

“All right, what do you wanna do miss?” He picked her up, putting her on his shoulder. She giggled and she looked around for a while.

“You know what, I have a good idea. Let’s make your mama something.”

That’s how he was now in another room, putting her down on the floor and opening some cabinets, looking for paint that would wash off later.

Once he found some, he brought out a thick piece of paper and smiled at his daughter who was looking at him with curious eyes.

He grabbed a paintbrush, and poured the paint onto her hand. He spread it on her whole hand with the paintbrush. She looked at her hand and reached out to her dad, her hand hitting Alexei.

He quickly slapped her hand away, making her laugh even more. His face now had a purple handprint. He sighed and shook his head with a small smile.

She started to touch her own cheek and arms, he tried to grab her hands and stop her but that just caused her to start painting his arms and hands instead.

He just let her paint on herself and him after a while, making them both laugh.

They were both a soon purple mess, the paint running down his arms and the paint on his face now drying.

He put some more paint on her hands and tried to get her to actually put it on the paper this time, and she did. He put some on his own and put his handprint next to hers.

She smiled a toothy grin at him, and he smiled back. He put his hands on her cheeks this time, squishing them as she squealed and giggled.

He laughed along with her, and then the door opened.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight, smiling slightly when they both turned to you, looking at you.

“Mama!” She said, and stood up, running over to you and holding her arms out for a hug.

You looked down at her and then to Alexei, who was now standing up and held a piece of paper.

He gave it to you, picking your daughter up and putting her around his shoulders again.

“It’s beautiful… you both are a mess though.” You laughed.

“It’s alright. That’s why she is going to be taking a bath. Me and you can after.” He said the last part suggestively.

You rolled your eyes. “Quit being weird in front of her.”

“Not like she knows.” He kissed your cheek, and made his way to the bathroom.

[sunshinesteviee]

ooh bestie!! how about “How are you this perfect?” and “I want to look at your face.” from the soft smut prompts for Steve? 🥺💕

asdfjsld this took me fuckin forever to get to, but here she is finally lol. f!reader, 18+!!! pretty much just all praise kink, and maybe a lil breeding kink if u squint sldkfjasfd

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Steve is always talkative. All day, every day. You never mind; you like hearing his voice and listening to his thoughts, but you especially love it when his cock is buried deep in your cunt and he’s mumbling nearly-incoherent praises into your damp skin. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve grunts, hips hitting yours with a filthy noise for what feels like millionth time as the tip of his cock repeatedly drives into the spot that has you teetering on the edge of release. You clench around him, back arching off of the bed and into his body, pulling another groan out of him, “How are you this perfect, angel? Fuck— you feel like fuckin’ heaven around me. My pretty baby and her perfect, pretty cunt. God you’re so good.”

You’re not nearly as talkative as Steve is, but it’s hard to form any kind of sentence when you’ve already come twice and he’s fucking you like it might be his last chance. Still, you’re gasping out his name, babbling your praises for him, “Stevie— Fuck, Steve. So good, always make me feel so good.”

“Close, baby?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer with the way you’re clenching around him and practically shaking. He can never get enough of the sight of you absolutely fucked out underneath him, hair splayed out on the pillow beneath you, head turned to the side to press into the soft fabric. It’s nearly enough to make him come, so when you nod jerkily, Steve doubles down, one of his hands snaking down between the two of you to rub your clit. “Gonna come for me, baby? Wanna look at your face when you come. Please.”

His tone is nearly pleading, and quite honestly, you miss his eyes and the intense, adoring look he always gives you when he’s this close to coming, too. Opening your eyes, you find him already staring, eyebrows creased in concentration, focusing on you coming first. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as his eyes meet yours, “There she is. My pretty baby. So good for me.”

It’s enough to send you over the edge as he circles your clit again. You’re practically chanting his name, his hair in a tight grip between your fingers to keep it out of his face as you mumble into his neck, “Fuckfuckfuck, baby. Wanna feel you come. Wanna make you feel good, too.”

Steve’s doing his best to keep up the pace, to help you ride out your high, but you know he’s close with the way his hips stutter against yours, his hot breath burning into the skin just above your collarbone. As you start to come down from your high, you hook your leg over Steve’s waist and push at one of his shoulders, trying to push him onto his back. He finally gets the hint, helping you to roll onto his back as he pants, “Shit, sweetheart, I don’t— not gonna last much longer—“

“Got you,” you mumble as you adjust your position, planting your palms on his bare chest and roll your hips over his, “Your turn, pretty boy.”

You swear you can see the blush creeping up from his chest to his neck to his cheeks, his skin hot under your touch from your affection as he all but whines your name. His fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he throws his head back into the pillows, eyebrows furrowing together as you grind into him. You’re just as focused on making him come as he was for you, and you drop down so your chest is pressed to his, scattering open-mouthed kisses over any bare skin you can reach. 

With a bruising grip on your hips to hold you in place, Steve thrusts up into you frantically, desperate for his own release. His head is pressed into the pillows beneath him, not unlike you’d been only minutes earlier, and you can’t resist the urge to press your lips to his bared neck, to the pretty moles that are scattered there, nipping at his skin and leaving your own bruises behind.

Praises for him tumble from your lips, where they’re pressed just underneath his ear, hands tugging at his hair. “God, Steve, you… you’re so fucking big, you’re so perfect. Want— fuck— want you to come inside me, baby, need you so bad.”

That’s really all it takes, and you watch as Steve comes undone beneath you, your name wrapped up in expletives as his chest heaves, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. You’re not sure how he can call you an angel when he looks like this. When he looks like absolute perfection. His hands soften against your hips, rubbing soothing circles over the red marks he’d made in your skin, and he lets out a laugh, “Fuck, baby.” 

His hands slide up the length of your back, wrapping you up into a hug to hold your body against his gently and you let out your own soft giggle, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, “You’re the pretty one, ya know?”

Steve scoffs like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard, his palm warm against your back where he rubs small circles into your skin, “Totally not possible, sweetheart.”

[curtsycream]

I saw that u write for kiribakudeku x reader and I have a idea

Cg kiribakudeku x little reader in a young headspace where she uses paci and loves her paci bc it makes her happy so when she sees one of her cgs sad she crawls in their lap and put her paci on their mouth and when another cg ask why she does it and she is like "mwakes me happwy so daddy happwy" and there are like "it's very sweet of you but its ur paci and daddy dont uses pacis" 💕💕💕💗💗😻🥺💖

What Makes Them Happy

KiriBakuDeku x Little!Reader

Tried to be fair and focus more on Deku and Kiri since I know the last one was Baku centric. I’m trying to even out the dynamic since I’m working with three very different personalities. Hope you like it though <333

If there was one thing she kept closer than her boyfriends it was her pacifier. Anytime she get anxious, alone, or worried she would simply pace it in her mouth. Having it nearby always made her happy but what made her happier was sharing it with her caregivers.

Tuesdays were always slow due to Kirishima being free and not having hero work to do. It just so happened that today was a slow and sad day for Kirishima as he sat on their shared bed with his head in his hands. That was until she made her way into the room her pacifier hanging out of the side of her mouth as she grins.

Upon seeing Kirishima’s upset form she frowns making her way onto the bed and then into his lap. Even in her headspace she showed she cared as she pressed kisses to the backs of his hands.

Kirishima noticed her attempts as he removed his hands from his face with a half smile. That didn’t seem to appease her as she pressed her pacifier to his lips. “Gon be okay, promise,” she said.

Kirishima let out a laugh as he opens his mouth the speak just as she puts the pacifier in his mouth. His eyes bright with amusement as he removes it from his mouth, “thank you, Princess. But I’m fine I don’t need your paci..it’s for you.”

When he tries to give it back she shakes her head, “don’t be sad.”

His eyebrows furrowed as his look softened, “you’re too good for me.”

She shakes her head putting her pacifier in her own mouth.

“You can’t deny the truth, that’s not how it works,” he chuckled at her antics. Though he couldn’t be upset anymore as the attempt left him unable to think much about why he was upset to begin with.

Later that night when Izuku was giving her a bath she still had her pacifier in her mouth. Her attention on her bath toys when she heard him hiss in pain. Looking up she frowned noticing he slammed his finger in one of the sink drawers.

She watched his face morph into a look of pain as she took her pacifier out of her mouth. She held it out to him, “here!” She called out grabbing his attention as he smiled.

“I’m okay baby, I’m fine…I promise!”

His reassurance only made her shrug as she put it back into her mouth. Her attention back on her rubber duck as she glances at him from time to time. Izuku caught on to her look a she smiled, “why do you do that? Try and give us your paci?” He asked the question that had been on his mind for months now.

“Makes me happy…wanna make you happy too, daddy.”

“You’re so sweet pretty baby, but daddies don’t need pacis. Daddies have pretty babies like you for that.”

Deep down they all felt that way, no matter how sad or angry they were. She always made them happy, she’s what makes them happy.