#who both have a line at some point where they joke about kissing

[moinsbienquekaworu]

I have a post in my brain and I'm not going to make it. But. Know that I am vibrating more than a human should. Blorbos are being spun in my brain faster than in a centrifuge

[mead-iocre]

Call Me ‘Love’ | Leah Williamson x Reader

There’s a new viral trend on TikTok. 

It’s pretty simple. Not a dance trend or a catchy song to lip-sync to.

All you have to do is film your partner’s reaction to you calling them by their real name. It often makes for some funny reactions from the partners who found themselves falling victim to this trend.

Perhaps for some couples, this wouldn’t elicit much of a reaction, but you knew your girlfriend well enough to anticipate that her reaction would likely make it worth trying the trend.

Outside of your families, friends and teammates, Leah was what most people would probably describe as…professional. She had captained her national team into winning the euros not too long ago, and as a result, the increase in media attention and scrutiny made her more conscious of the kind of person she portrayed herself to be in front of the media. 

On the pitch she was every bit a captain— a true leader. She’s has determination, grit, and a competitive drive that can pull the team together until the final whistle. Leah was very vocal on the pitch and unafraid to call out the referees for bad calls. She’ll get right up to their faces and stand her ground. Fans often joke online that they can hear her shouting from the stands. 

To add to that, she was a damn good player too. Leah is a crucial player to her team for both club and country. She’s fluid on the pitch, and her confidence in her skills is reflected in the way she plays. She’ll make risky but clean tackles, she can whip a wicked long ball, and she can score the odd goal when the opportunity lands on her head. Her confidence and skills can often leave people unnerved or in awe– depending on who you ask. 

It doesn’t help that while your girlfriend has a pretty face, she can also look quite intimidating at times. Furrowed eyebrows, lips pressed together in a tight line, and blue eyes darker than usual— all this combined is what you lovingly refer to as her classic “Captain Williamson face”.

The increased media attention has made the defender slightly more closed off during captain duties. Gone was the goofy, smart-mouth girl who was more than happy to yap at the cameras during media day. Nowadays, she may come across as slightly aloof and distant at times 

but that was only for the cameras. 

With you, Leah was still the same girl you fell in love with. The girl with a wicked sense of humour and a dirty mouth that went along with it. When she was around familiar company, the girl often made the most outrageous remarks— with jokes and quips that should not be repeated around those who can’t understand her sense of humour. 

Another surprising thing about the Arsenal defender and England captain— she can get pretty clingy. Physical affection is one of your girlfriend’s love languages and you are always more than happy to indulge her whenever. Your mornings together start with kisses, and your day ends with kisses. The blonde always needs to be touching you at all times whenever you are around— a hand on the hip, an arm over your shoulder, or a head on your lap. The intimidating captain they see on the pitch is definitely not the same girl that whines whenever you accidentally forget to give her a kiss before she leaves for training. 

Even though she might try and deny it, your girlfriend was a romantic. She loved planning dates, wearing matching clothes, and the cheesy nicknames.

And that’s why you were so excited to try out this new TikTok trend on her. 

——————————————

You situate your phone on the dinning table, fiddling around to make sure it is slightly hidden from view. You have it leaning against a vase which holds a charming bunch of tulips that the blonde had bought for you the other day. The back camera of your phone is pointed towards where your girlfriend usually sits during meals right across from you. The other decorative vase is what will hide your phone from the blonde, but is deliberately placed at an angle so your phone’s camera can still capture her reaction.

You glance at it one more time, making sure the record button is on. 

“Did you want extra parmesan on yours, baby?” You hear your girlfriend shout from the kitchen. 

“Yes, please!” 

You hear a “coming right up, madam!” before you hear the sound of a drawer being pulled open and then shut.

She’s probably grabbed the cheese grater. 

Soon the smell of savoury aromas reach you. You detect the earthy fragrance of garlic first. Then it’s the smell of onions sautéd in olive oil, mingling with the sweet aroma of ripe tomatoes. The scent of freshly chopped herbs— probably basil and oregano— adds a refreshing note in the air, while the unmistakable aroma of Parmesan cheese grating fills the air with a hint of nuttiness. It’s a familiar and comforting aroma simply because it’s the smell of the one and only dish that your girlfriend can successfully cook without setting the kitchen on fire. Not a moment later, Leah appears with a plate on each hand and a grin on her pretty face. 

And a smudge of red pasta sauce on her shirt. 

Mean, scary captain, my ass. 

Dressed in an oversized white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey Nike sweatpants, and her favourite fuzzy house slippers; your girlfriend is the least intimidating person in the world right now. 

She walks the short distance to your spot at the dinning table, placing a plate down in front of you. You eye the dish in front of you— the only recipe perfected by your girlfriend. The blonde can’t make scrambled eggs right— they will either be too soggy or practically burnt— but she can make the dish that has become a comfort food of sorts since you started dating her. 

You hear a throat clear from beside you.  Leah is still standing, her other hand still holding her own plate. “Doesn’t the chef get a kiss?” 

“Uhh— I don’t think my girlfriend would like that” You grin up at her. With her blonde hair tied in a loose low bun, she looks a lot more relaxed then when she first came home earlier after training.

“Baby, give me a kiss before I burn my fingers off from holding this hot plate” 

You roll your eyes playfully, before squealing at the ticklish poke given to your side. 

“Oi! Don’t act like it’s a chore to give your girlfriend a kiss when she rightfully deserves it”

You stand up from your seat slightly, reaching up to grab the side of the blonde’s neck to pull her closer and press a sweet kiss to her lips. “Thank you for dinner, chef” 

The smile that spreads across Leah’s face is one you would like to bottle up and keep close forever. 

“Pleasure is all mine, madam” And then her lips meet yours again, this time with a lingering bite on your lower lip just before she pulls back. 

You almost forget about the video.

Once the defender was seated in her own chair, you both dug into your dinner. 

“…how is it?” It’s sometimes still striking to you that England’s fierce defender is the same shy girl in front of you, just waiting for you to compliment her on her cooking. 

“That’s bloody delicious that!” You raise a hand up for a high-five and your girlfriend’s palm meets yours in a satisfying smack. Before she call pull her hand away, you grab hold of it, giving it a loud kiss. The bashful giggle that comes out from the blonde almost makes you regret the prank you were about to pull on her. 

Almost. 

You decided to let the blonde get a few bites of her dinner, not wanting to start too early otherwise she will figure out that something was up. But now it was time. 

You bring your napkin up to wipe at your mouth to disguise the grin that was already growing on your face, mentally prepping yourself one last time. You swallow your last forkful of pasta and clear your throat to get your girlfriend’s attention. Immediately, in the middle of scoping of bite of pasta into her mouth, the blonde looks up and all her attention is on you.

“Do we still have more parmesan, Leah?” 

The look she gave you was almost comical. Her mouth immediately drops into a small frown and her eyebrows furrow, a wrinkle appearing on her forehead. You itch to remind her not to frown but you cannot break character now. 

She swallows her mouthful, a frown still present on her face. “What?” 

“I said I want more parmesan—“ 

The arsenal defender picks up her napkin, wiping at her mouth, before balling it in her fist and dropping it by her plate. You nearly smile at the sight. Leah is the type to always neatly fold her napkin– an endearing habit you have grown to mirror over the past couple of months of dating her. She is clearly annoyed. “Excuse me?”

“Sorry— can I pleaseee have more Parmesan, Leah” 

She narrows her eyes at you from across the table. “Don’t do that” 

“Do what?“ 

“Don’t call me Leah. You never do that” 

“Yes I do” 

“Only when you’re mad at me” That was true. You only ever called Leah by her first name when you were mad or annoyed at her. It was usually the first telltale sign that you were about to start an argument. You loved that she knew you so well and mentally reminded yourself to reward her for that later. 

“You only call me “love” or “baby”. Don’t call me Leah” You nearly laugh at how she spits her own name out at the end, as if it was a cursed word. You couldn’t wait to watch the footage back. 

“But Leah is your name” 

“Not to you”

You compose yourself, wanting to drag this prank for as long as possible, and raise an eyebrow at her. “What if I want to?” 

“No you don’t.” You almost laugh at how genuinely frazzled she looks. Hair a mess, loose strands falling out from her bun and framing the sides of her face. The slight pout on her lips contrasts the stern tone she tries to take on. 

At your eyebrow raise and your lack of verbal response, her fork clatters onto her plate. She’s serious now. “Baby, what the fuck are you on about”

But you were having too much fun to stop now. “Nothing. Now will you please go grab the Parmesan, Leah” 

“No.” The defender crosses her arms across her chest, leans back and slouches in her chair. A familiar look of determination on her face, so similar to the face she makes whenever she’s marking a difficult opponent on the pitch; however this time her opponent is you. “Not until you call me what you really call me” 

“Dickhead?” 

“Oi! Don’t be crass at the table” 

You roll your eyes for extra flair. “You’re being ridiculous—“

“Me!? You’re the one addressing your own girlfriend by her government name, mate” 

You stand up from your chair, ready to walk to the kitchen and grab the damn parmesan yourself, but you are stopped by an arm around your waist pulling you into your girlfriend’s lap. You right yourself, sitting sideways with your arm over her shoulders. 

She wraps an arm around your waist with one hand gripping your thighs to steady you. You nearly break once you look up and catch sight of the pout on the defender’s face. 

“Are you mad at me?” Her tone softens. It’s the same tone she uses whenever she’s feeling particularly clingy, so different from the tone she uses when she adorns the captain’s armband on the pitch. 

“Babyyy” When you don’t reply Leah grabs your cheeks, gently squishing them together so your lips are forced into a pout. She leans up and places a smacking kiss on your pouting lips, frowning slightly when you don’t react at all. “Hey! Are you actually mad or something? Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it” 

Determined as ever, the blonde grabs your cheeks again with a hand on your jaw and pecks your lips a few times, drawing back slightly to gauge your reaction after every peck. When you once again give her nothing, an eye roll is your only warning before you feel a sudden, but very sharp, bite to the side of your neck.

“Ouch, love!”

“Aha! I’ve got ya!” You bring a hand up to feel the stinging bite on your neck, and your fingers graze the teeth marks left by your very own girlfriend. 

“That bloody hurt!” You try to scowl at the blonde but it’s kind of hard to do when you see the big grin she’s currently sporting. You do nothing to stop your lips from curling upwards into a smile. 

“Can you please go back to calling me “love”– please” Leah pleaded, the ‘e’ whiny and prolonged. 

She’s so bloody cute. 

“Yeah. I think I’ve had my fun. Prank’s over!”

“Wha– prank?!”

You point at your phone that was still propped up against the vase, just slightly hidden from her view but now the sole focus of her attention. 

You squealed at the pinch to your waist. “Don’t ever call me Leah unless you’re mad at me. I only respond to ‘love’"

“Yeah? What about ‘Captain’?”

“Baby, you know exactly what happens when you call me ‘Captain’” You barely had time to react to her words because the next thing you know, your girlfriend has you in a fireman carry and was walking down the hallway towards your shared bedroom. You playfully attempt to wiggle out of her strong hold, and is awarded by a sharp slap to your ass to still you. 

“You know what, I think it’s time for dessert, baby”

This was supposed to be up for Valentines Day yesterday lol but I forgot to schedule it.

Even if you don't choose to celebrate Valentine's Day, I hope you had a great day yesterday. Don't forget to take advantage of the heavily discounted Valentine's Day gift sets and chocolates.

Please accept this short fic as a token of my love and appreciation for you

-- kisses (and an extra kiss because it was Valentine's Day), butter.

[biteyoubiteme]

7 minutes

soobin x fem!reader x beomgyu 

synopsis: you play seven minutes in heaven with your boyfriend and his roommate beomgyu. 

warnings: 🔞!!! boyfriend!soobin, shy!beomgyu, reader called girlfriend, mentions of drinking, masterbation (m!rec), slight fingering, nipple play, use of teeth, boobplay obvi, cuckolding ?, prob for got some sorry 

wc: 1.7k

an: anon ask inspired by @miupow s post! not my best work sorry anon ;-; i tried <33 feedback appreciated! [m.list]

“Isn't this game for middle schoolers?” 

“elementary I think,” you add while taking a sip of your drink. 

Someone had proposed to play spin the bottle. Most agreed it was too lame before adding that whoever it landed on would have to spend seven minutes in heaven in the upstairs bathroom. Two party games you didn't expect to see on a college campus but it was the end of the semester and people didn't care what they were doing as long as it involved drinking and some kind of touching. But it would pass the time before you got home where there would be definite touching with the way your boyfriend was watching you. 

When it reached this time of the night you knew you were minutes away from being taken away from the group. soobin was growing quiet as the night went on, gazes lasting longer and longer on your chest, your thighs, your lips. He never wanted to be rude to the people who invited the two of you, needing to stay at least an hour before calling a cab and hauling you to his bed. 

For now, soobin kept you pressed to his side on the couch, the coffee table in front of you being cleared away for the game. “okay who's first?” Yeonjun asks laying his empty bottle down in the center, no one moves to go so Yeonjun claps Beomgyu on the shoulder, “You're up,” 

“best for last, not first,” Gyu raises his hands shrugging but Yeonjun only shoves his shoulder, “Spin the bottle already,” 

You're not paying them much attention because soobins tracing lines up and down your bare thigh stopping right at the hem of your skirt before going back down to your knee. His arm slung around your waist, leaning in to whisper, “Do you wanna get-“ 

“oooo,” the crowd giggles around the two of you cutting soobin off. Both of you look down at the table and the glass pointing right at you. 

“no no no,” soobin shakes his head waving a hand in front of him, “you're not locking yourself in the bathroom with my girlfriend,” 

“scared he’ll steal her?” tae jokes pushing an elbow into Beomgyus side who is looking anywhere but at you. 

It was only a week since Beomgyu came home earlier and heard soobin and you in the other room. A week since he's started to fantasize about being the one to make you moan that loud. Even that day he told himself he would only think about you like that once, only one time would he touch himself with that image in his head. It wasn't hard to cum as fast as he did when he had the soundtrack of you two playing through those thin walls. But for a week you came over every night and even if you and soobin weren't having sex just the sight of you walking through the doorway made him hard. Gyu avoided you like the plague and now the stupid bottle was a blinding arrow pointed right at you dressed in that tight tank top, braless with your nipples peeking through the thin fabric. He could feel his face heating, tried to elbow Taehyun right back to silence the teasing. 

You could tell Beomgyu was a bit embarrassed, the group now going back and forth about how it's the rule of the game, couple or not. You took a final sip of your drink passing the bottle to soobin before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “It's only seven minutes, you trust me don't you?” 

soobin did trust you, You've never given him a reason not to but Beomgyu wasn't exactly subtle these last few days. Maybe you haven't noticed but soobin had been tuned into the reactions you have been getting from gyu, the way he clammed up when you were around, rushing to his room as soon as you walked in, and the whimpers through the wall mixed with your name. It had only been the one time he had heard; the dorms were not exactly as private as they wanted them to be. And he trusted Beomgyu, only this was an opening he didn't want to toy with. 

at least not until you muttered, “You can listen at the door if you want,” 

soobin has never thought about you with someone else; the idea didn't seem appealing in the slightest, not with one of his friends, not with anyone. Having the roles reversed with him on the other side of the wall made him want you even more and made him realize partially what gyu was feeling. 

When the three of you are on the staircase soobin is leading the way, beomgyu following behind you trying his hardest not to look up your skirt. “we don’t have to do this, it's a stupid game,” but soobins pushes the door open to the upstairs bathroom tugging you in after him. 

beomgyu is standing in the doorway like a deer in headlights, frozen watching as soobin pulls your back to his front, your startled laugh breaking the tension. “come on gyu it’s only seven minutes,” 

“you don't have to if you don't want to,” you say but soobin palms your left boob over your tank top, squeezing enough to make you gasp. 

“yeah if you don't want to, don't come in,'' Soobins resting his cheek against your ear, smirking at gyu like it's a challenge rather than an offer. beomgyu wasn't going to turn away as much as he knew this was not really what he signed up for when he spun that bottle. 

The bathroom wasn't too big but had enough space for the three of you to fit, soobin and you facing the mirror with gyu sitting behind you two on the edge of the bathtub. He had locked the door behind him, your eyes following the way he moved, his cheeks flushed, hands balled in fists on his lap. he was watching the way soobins fingers moved, one hand sliding up the front of your tank top pushing the fabric up your stomach, the other massaging your breast making the outline of your nipples so visible gyu could imagine what they felt like under his fingertips. 

soobin looked at beomgyu through the mirror before asking, “Have you ever thought about my girlfriend when you touched yourself?” 

Gyu gave a surprised cough before clearing his throat, “Um,” but he was distracted as your hand reached up to wrap around soobins wrist, your soft whine mixed with the word, “harder,” soobin kissed your temple indulging in your request. Your head rolling back on his shoulder, heavy-lidded eyes watching gyu. 

“answer the question,” soobin pressed, tugging down one of the straps of your tank, watching gyus throat bob. “we don't have all day, you’re wasting your seven minutes,” 

“yes,” the word comes as fast as the slamming of a door, shutting the conversation of your sanity. You didn't care what soobin had thought up before climbing these stairs, you would play any game set before you. 

beomgyu was painfully hard in his jeans not helped by the fact that soobin was now pushing down your tank top, your boobs spilling out before them. Every fantasy didn't do you justice now, the rise and fall of your chest drawing him in, the path of soobins hands knowing where gyu wanted them to be. “do you want him to just watch or should I be nice and share you?” 

you were rubbing your thighs together at the suggestion, soobin pinches your nipple hard for a response, “Share, please,” 

soobin would give you anything if you asked, this was no different. “gyu?” 

beomgyu didn't need to be asked twice. 

soobin lifted you onto the counter kissing down your throat before dragging his tongue down between the valley of your breast nipping at your skin, you twisted your fingers into his hair watching over his head as gyu stood up. You lifted your free hand out for him and he took it in his. You guided him to your free tit letting him cup your warm skin. He was kneading softly, testing the waters. 

Circling your nipple with his thumb he leaned down to let his lips ghost over your sensitive nub. Your fingers in his hair are enough to push him over the edge and finally taste you. Your back arching into their mouths as they ravaged your skin, sucking marks along any stretch of space they could get. beomgyu was rubbing his bulge against your leg, teeth tugging at you before kissing away any pain, your moans filling the room along with their groans. 

soobin is the one to fumble at his belt first, not able to keep himself together, knowing the second he started to tug on himself while sucking on you he would cum instantly. Gyu was quick to follow, shoving his hand down his pants. He was already leaking making it easier to pick up the pace. They were insatiable when it came to your boobs, soobins heavy gaze on you as he swirls his tongue over your nipple, free hand reaching below your skirt to press to your clit. gyu groaning around a mouthful stopping his hand after every stroke on his swollen cock, if he goes any faster he won't be able to keep himself upright. 

But it doesn't take much for the three of you to reach your climax, soobins long fingers working over your sopping cunt, the stimulation from your nipples sending sparks down between your legs. both of your thighs are covered in their hot cum, beomgyus face pressed into your chest as he tries to catch his breath, soobin brushing the hair back to kiss your flushed cheek. “look at how pretty we decorated you,” 

you untangle your hands from their hair looking down at your chest now adorned in an array of hickeys, your tank not enough to cover the full extent of the darkening red spots. gyu is shyly looking away from you, thumb brushing at the droplets of cum he left, squeezing your thigh. “definitely better than anything I imagined,” 

“let's clean you up and take you home, I'm sure beomgyu wouldn't mind joining us again. I can show him how good these feel,” soobin says taking your boobs in both hands and pressing them together, “wrapped around his cock,”

[enwoso]

if you still need inspo, grumpy when the lionesses won the euros?

WINNER, WINNER! — alessia russo x child!reader

was gonna post this on monday to get over sunday nights hurt but for some reason i didn’t? dunno if i really like this but one but it’s cute ig.

also im getting through my requests slowly but surely just as a heads up for anyone who may have requested something and it hasn’t been posted yet, i promise its in the works🙃

grumpy masterlist

"look tiny! there's mummy!" gio pointed out to the sideline where sure enough alessia was warming up, just about to be subbed into the match with her best friend ella around 55 minutes into the match.

you waving to her very enthusiastically, a wide grin on your face as alessia waved back as she had a similar smile on her face, blowing you a quick kiss before taking off her sub bib and taking her coat off readying herself to take the pitch.

you were sat just a little behind the dugout, it was the first time you were this close to the pitch, usually being up in a box where the players on the pitch would look incredibly small from up where you'd usually sit in wembley.

but nevertheless you were sitting proudly with your england shirt on russo on the back in big capital letters with of course non other than the number 23 splayed on your back. ear defenders sitting tightly on your head, keeping out the loud crowds which were chanting along.

allowing you to enjoy the match without getting upset that your ears were hurting from the loud screams. you didn't have the vaguest clue of what was going on, but you were happy to be surrounded by your family and especially watching your mummy play football. that was the most important thing and one of if not your favourite thing to watch.

the game carried on and you carried on chanting when you saw your uncles chant as well as cheering when you needed to.

until it happened.

the stadium erupted, the screams and cheers were so loud that some of the noise actually made its way through your ear defenders. all you could hear was your uncles and your grandparents screaming that they'd won.

you didn't know what they'd won, but you were happy nevertheless. maybe they'd won a chocolate bar, and then maybe mummy would be able to share some with you, in your mind that would be pretty cool if that was what happened cause whenever you did something good or won a small game at your football team mummy would get you a small chocolate bar for afterwards.

your mummy claiming it was a way to add some energy back into your body after running around for so long, you didn’t care the importance of it, you were getting a chocolate bar and that’s all that mattered.

but instead after the whistle blew, the girls didn't win a big chocolate bar as instead there was a stage being wheeled onto the middle of the pitch.

"what that for?" you asked pointing to the people who were bringing the stage up onto the pitch for the award ceremony.

"so that the girls and your mummy can get their medals!" luca beamed, as you sat confused now. "so they don't win any chocolate?" you asked innocently playing with the match program in your hand, a laugh coming from both luca and gio.

a frown appearing on your face, one for mummy not winning any chocolate but two for the fact your uncles were laughing and hadn't included you in the joke.

"tiny, they don't win chocolate. they'll get a shiny gold medal" gio says in between laughs at your cuteness, you pulling a face at the sound of a gold medal.

"dat sounds boring." you pulled an unamused look as gio and luca then try to explain to you the importance of the win today, but really it just flew in one ear and out the other as you caught the eye line of ella and georgia sending them a big wave and a grin, the two girls sending you an equally enthusiastic wave and grin.

"can i see mummy now?" you turned to your nonna who knew you were sitting on, the girls lining up to get their medals. waiting in the german team to finish up getting there's.

"she'll be over once they've done this part, i promise" carol smiled at you as you nodded, your nonna never broke a promise to you so your turned your attention back to the pitch. as you waited patiently, watching each girl go up onto the stage and shake the line of hands of people that apparently were very important before the medal was placed around their necks.

and your nonna stuck to her promise, as soon as the trophy was lifted and the fireworks and confetti came shooting into the air as well as the photos had been took with the trophy. alessia was jogging over, medal around her neck in your direction.

"mummy!" you cheered as she reached the barrier, hugging her brothers and parents before your basically jumped into her arms.

"look!" mummy showed you her medal and it was just like the one your uncles had just been describing to you, shiny and gold with a purple ribbon. you giggling at yourself and the funny faces which you could see of yourself in the medal.

"see it's not so boring is it!" gio pointed out as you shook you head still making funny faces which were all distorted in the shininess of the medal.

"do you want to wear it?" your mummy asked, one hand on the purple hand that was around her neck as you nodded, alessia quickly taking the medal off and placing the heavy medal around your neck.

a big smile appearing on your face as you were still surrounded by your family. "oh let me take a photo!" carol got out quickly, getting her phone from her pocket and taking a few photos of your mummy and you with the medal.

you sat in your mummy's arms as she spoke to carol, telling her that you would see them soon as mummy walked to into the center of the pitch where all the confetti was and the rest of the team.

"mummy?"

"yes baby" she smiled at you as you had a small look of confusion on your face, "is this what you won?" you asked holding up the medal in your hand, the gold plated medal already being bigger than your hand.

"yep, it's pretty cool isn't it" mummy said with the same smile that had not left her face all day, you nodding in agreement.

"but do you not win any chocolate cause gio said you wouldn't" you frowned a little, you thought that a big chocolate fountain would be cool, plus when you won a little tournament mummy would always buy you chocolate bar as a reward.

"oh lovie, we won a big trophy i'll show you it later. but if you want chocolate there'll be plenty at the after party i'm sure i can get you some" mummy explained as your frown turned into a small smile as you approached the other girls on the pitch.

you mood perking back up, you were getting your chocolate reward and you'd been given your mummy's cool medal so life right now was pretty cool.

"TINY!" ella yelled for you, as alessia placed you on the ground as you ran towards her.

"oo that's a cool medal you've got!" ella held up the medal inspecting it as if it wasn't the same gold medal that hung around her neck, you nodding "it's not mine, it's mummy's!" you cleared up as ella gasped in disbelief.

"your telling me that they didn't get our biggest player a medal?" ella asked her voice over exaggerated as you shook your head, the medal still hanging around your neck.

"no, but mummy said she'll get me some chocolate afterwards" you smiled, you weren't letting the chocolate be forgotten about by anyone.

"oh, well that's way better than a silly medal!" ella scoffed playfully as you nodded enthusiastically as you both began to list off your favourite chocolate.

alessia being left to do a small few interview with reporters on the pitch before going around and congratulating some of her teammates she hadn't seen after the final whistle due to running straight to where you were after the whistle.

you and ella found your own fun though, roping mary in to join as you began to have a confetti fight. ella trying to show your how to slide on your knees although you weren't the best at it as you wouldn't have the best run up and instead face plant the pitch, you confidently saying it didn't hurt - although the small red scuffs on your knees said differently.

"mummy look at me" you giggled as you were covered in silver and gold confetti. it sticking in your hair and on your cheeks.

a warm smile came from alessia as she crouched down to your height, "how has that happened?" she asked with a small laugh. she knowing exactly how it happened after watching you play with ella and mary in the confetti but never the less loved hearing your side of the story.

"me and mary were rolling around, like this!" you yelled over the loud noise that was still in the stadium, pulling your mummy over to the ground where the confetti was, you beginning to roll around just like you'd done with mary and ella a few minutes ago, the confetti sticking to your face and clothes.

"you do it mummy!" you sat up for a minute begging mummy to join you as she watched on, mummy looking unsure.

"go on less have some fun with the little one!" mary urged as she joined you in the fun of throwing and rolling around in the confetti. alessia huffing playfully before joining the two of you.

a moment alessia would cherish for the rest of her life, a moment where the camera didn't matter, a moment where she was in her own little bubble making memories with you and her friends.

a moment that would never and could never be forgotten.

[w8lkers]

★ | carl grimes headcanons

“what’s wrong? you’re doing that face again..”

“that’s just my face?”

carl is not a very expressive person. that’s not to say people were unable to read him, he actually becomes easier to read the more time you spend with him. when he’s upset, he looks more spaced out and he avoids eye contact. when he’s angry, it’s an easy spot. if there’s one thing carl was good at, it was giving people the stink eye. he couldn’t help it sometimes. most of the time, you have to coax his emotions out of him - he’s a hard nut to crack. talking about feelings with carl tends to feel more like an interrogation.

“i got you this flower..”

“aww.. thank you, this is my favourite flower.”

“no it’s not. your favourite flowers are daisies.”

carl loves gifting you small things that he finds. one time he gave you an acorn he picked up whilst on a supply run. when you point out the heart carved into it, he gets embarrassed and insists that it was there before he found it. he lied.

he also remembers almost everything you say to him. he’ll forget your eye colour, but he will remember the time you told him a story about your second grade teacher who accidentally broke a chair. carl prefers listening over talking generally, which makes him a very good listener. that doesn’t mean he remembers everything.

“are you a photographer? because i picture us together.”

“um…wouldn’t you be the photographer then?”

bad pickup lines. he found one of those joke books one time and boy did he read it. he even uses some highlighters to pick out and sort through ones that would make you laugh, ones that he thinks would actually work and ones that he found funny. when he first started using them, he was a bit awkward about it. sometimes he’d mess up the lines, or his delivery would be slightly awkward. practice makes perfect though and he gains more confidence eventually.

“do you think we’ll ever have kids..?”

“i think we’re both too tired for that question, carl...”

carl thinks about having a family all the time. he has his fears about pregnancy and childbirth after what he went through with his mom, but he can’t help but daydream about it. when he’s sleepy, he’s a big rambler. it’s the one time of the day where carl is the one who is talking the most and you hold it dear to your heart. sometimes he talks about what he did that day, but sometimes he talks about what’s been on his mind lately and he’ll take advice, or comfort from you. bedtime is usually the only time he’ll open up with ease. something about being relaxed in bed just before going to sleep with you there next to him is a perfect mix. on the odd occasion, carl gets into a mood if he’s sleepy enough, where he just wants to bombard you with affection and compliments. he’s a sweetiepie.

“no one’s even looking, c’mon just a small kiss..”

“carl, daryl is right there! are you crazy?”

carl. pda. Yep. he doesn’t care who is around. he wants to be as close as he can get to you at all times. i don’t mean that he’s trying to make out with you in front of everyone in the world, but he’ll always have an arm around you, or hold your hand and his favourite, around your waist. he likes being near you, it makes him feel safe. he feels safe knowing that you’re safe and close to him. of course with pda comes the occasional tease from michonne and daryl. it always embarrasses him, but not enough to stop him.

“you know, i used to be judith’s favourite.”

“see what happens when you skip out on too many tea parties?”

carl loves LOVES spending time with you and judith. it’s no secret to anyone that carl loves his baby sister. seeing you play pretend with judith makes him feel happy, like everything he’s been through was worth it, because now he gets to see this.

“carl, samantha doesn’t have a boy voice!”

“i’m not doing a girl voice.”

“carl.. do the girl voice please :( ...”

getting carl to join you and judith while you play with dolls together is an almost impossible task. except it’s not, you know he secretly wants to play. it’s a joint effort between you and judith, but you manage to convince him to join in every time.

[dark-and-kawaii]

You’re stuff is amazing, it’s pulling me into the Zevlor orbit. Seriously though. Just wanna straddle that man’s lap. Insecurities about his past and old age? Just lick up his ear to the point and whisper in the sluttiest voice I can. “Should I call you Commander?” Nip at the point. “Or Daddy?”

( •̀ω •́ ) hehehehe~ it’s what I aim to do!!! Please fall into this Zevlor pit with the rest of us!!! Join us!!! :3 we have fresh baked cookies and Zevlor, what more could you ask for??? *bites my lip and swallows* ughhhhh babes yes!!! This is making me pant!!!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Daddy or Commander ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Pairings: Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

Content: NSFW - Lap Riding - Creampie - Tiny Angst??

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying teasing the man between your legs. You knew it had been a while for him, knew it’s been so long since someone straddled his lap and grinded themselves against his cock. It was easy to tell by the way he became so stiff and tense, like he wasn't sure where to put his hands. Or how to look into your eyes.

“You-“ his voice hitched- cut off when you began to move your hips a little faster, a little harder against him. You were driving him mad and he wasn’t even inside you yet…

“I~?”

The look in his eye could have killed you- had it not made you want him more. He looked so confused, so pained, yet in love all at the same time. Instead, a soft, pleased moan slipped out as he bucked his hips up against yours. His past began to haunt him, outcasted and tossed aside. Ridiculed and shunned. All the hurtful memories that would never leave him no matter how hard he tried to bury them deep, “You don’t need to take pity o-on me. Nor do you-“

You leaned down, kissing him deeply- silencing him, swallowing his words with your tongue. His lips tasted like the sweet, honey-glazed pastry you shared not too long ago.

The kiss left him dazed and panting, but his words never ceased. He couldn't let you do this, couldn't allow himself to be used and toyed with- not again, “The gap between us is also wide… I fear you are doing this for-“

You pulled back from his lips, staring him down, “Why does it have to be out of pity, commander~?”

The use of his title had his brows knit, and a low growl slipping passed his throat. He wanted nothing more than to flip the two of you over, and show you exactly who was in charge… But instead, his cock just twitched.

With a soft giggle, you continued on, leaning in closer, brushing your lips against his ear- nipping at it, “or would you prefer to be called daddy~”

His body shuddered- his control slipping, fingers gripping into your thighs.

He was going to break.

And you wanted it.

Needed it.

He needed it.

It didn’t take much to get him to give in. Lifting your hips just enough, he lined himself up- the tip of his cock smearing his precum against your damp folds.

He wanted to believe you- wanted to believe that your intentions weren't just out of pity or some sick joke. He wanted to believe that your feelings were real- that someone, did indeed love him.

And without warning him, with one single thrust- one single bounce, you were able to prove to him that it was the truth.

Your walls were so warm and wet, the feeling of his cock slipping into your depths was enough to make his head swim.

Stretching you out, you felt every inch as he pushed inside, filling you up. Every ridge, every vein. Hells he was large…

Zevlor tried to bite his lip to keep himself from cumming, but he could feel his ridges swell within you, your walls gripping him like a vice, and he had no choice. With a soft groan, his cum filled you.

You could feel his cock twitching, pulsating as he came. He was so deep, and you swore you could feel your tummy extend from how much there was. Gods, and those ridges on his cock were swelled so nicely massaging your insides. Your vision grew hazy, and with a breathless gasp, you came- clenching tightly around him.

His head fell against your shoulder, your own head falling back as you both groaned and moaned, lips parted,

“Tav-“

“Commander~”

Calling out for each other- you both came together, bodies tense and shaking, his arms wrapped around you… Your arms wrapped around his neck.

After a moment, the two of you began to laugh.

You weren't sure why, but you did.

It was just too good. Too perfect.

And as he lifted his head, pressing his lips against yours, you felt him grow hard once again.

[junnieverse]

HICKEY PRANK ➳ ENHYPEN

➙ pranking enhypen (part. 2)

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

genre: crack, a little fluff

request: " hii i just read your enhypen prank wars hcs and sunghoon’s was so funny, how do u think the rest would react to a hickey prank???? "

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, heeseung's drabble is a little suggestive (just a teeny, tiny bit), reader accused/thought to be a cheater in hyung line's drabbles (jake ends up crying, my poor baby)

a/n: enjoy anon! sunghoon's was not included so you can find his in my original post [ here ]

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

there was just something so fun about messing with jungwon and seeing him all flustered afterwards making him ten times cuter

after seeing a bunch of tiktoks trying this prank, you thought it would be a fun attempt to get a reaction out of him

you had been on a facetime with your boyfriend and purposely turning your neck to show the mark you quickly turn the camera as if nothing happened but ofcourse jungwon noticed and immediately ended the call to go over to your house

hearing aggressive knocks on your door, you open it to find a breathless jungwon who tried to catch his breath before he spoke up, "Y-your neck- what is that mark?"

he points at it and you laugh at how he came all the way here to ask about it, "It's the hickey you gave me wonnie." you playfully lie

with no response, jungwon just nervous laughs claiming this was obviously another one of your jokes but your serious face was telling him otherwise

"Wait but that can't be true... I don't even remember... doing that to you..." he shyly whispers the last part as his ears grow red and you can't help but resist the urge to squish him

"I'm just joking Wonnie, it's not real, see?" you admit wiping off the make up showing him the shades on your finger

"I- you really gaslit me-" he says baffled as you squeezed his cheeks laughing it off

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

heeseung was always messing with you and you wanted to get him back, sweet revenge

after his last prank with him rejecting your kisses, you thought the hickey prank your friend had suggested was perfect, nothing too crazy and harmless..?

you had planned to go to the basketball court around the area to shoot some hoops together but heeseung was not expecting for you to open the door and see a few suspicious marks on you

"Where did you get those hickies?" he immediately questions as his eyebrow raised

"Who else if not you obviously." you retort back pulling your shirt up a little

"It's either you're cheating on me... or that's fake, but because you are actually so down bad for me as I am for you, cheating is out of the question." heeseung tells you as he had it all figured out and there was no point in denying it

rolling your eyes, your boyfriend notices and chuckles, "I can't even prank you properly. How did you even know though?" you ask curiously as he wraps his hands around your waist

"You and I both know I have my favourite places to mark you babe, maybe if you payed attention to that detail I would've fell for it." he explains before winking as you were at a loss for words

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

"Jay, sweetie, I'm sorry, it was an awful prank... not like the hair dye one but still... you can't stay mad at me forever right..?" you beg as you clutch on jay's arm as he continues to ignore you

here you were trying to win your boyfriend over after a hickey prank gone wrong and he had completely iced you out for past hour

after the crazy dye and shampoo prank you pulled, your shenanigans were far from over, you simply turned them down because it was evident there was only so much jay could put up with before he sold you on amazon (as he quoted himself)

after catching sight of the little hickies on you, jay was quite evidently... losing his mind

he just couldn't believe it, you were seeing someone else... did you no longer love him

having finally admitted the truth that they were all fake make up looks, jay was unmoving... stunned to say the least (I'm talking "ah jinjja... ottoke" mix of emotions jay)

even after that he still didn't say anything and you were starting to think you broke your boyfriend

maybe it was time you ended your stunts, he had his members madness to deal with alone, his partner shouldn't cause him any more early grey hairs

🖇️ — 심재윤 ; JAKE !

jake was your dream partner, everything you wanted in a man, he could say the exact same thing about you, the perfect other half he needed... although these were one of the more small moments where he jokingly started wondering what he did to deserve all these heart attacks you cause him

although nothing could ever prepare jake for how much his heart dropped when he saw the hickies on your neck and collarbone, I mean those were the visible ones, who knew where else they were

he was very well aware that was not his 'artwork', he would've remembered and let you proudly show them off after all

"(Y/n)... do you not love me anymore baby, is there really someone else..?" he asks in disbelief trying to find sincerity in your eyes

upon seeing how your boyfriend's eyes were filling with tears, you knew it was time to end the charades

nobody liked seeing jake sad, especially you, that's when you realised maybe you took it a bit too far

"Jakey no don't cry babe, it was a prank, I would never do that to you." you hurriedly reassure him as you wiped the few tears that fell from his eyes

you boyfriend was pretty playful and would laugh along to your pranks but maybe this one wasn't the right way to go

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

having had a more than wonderful relationship with sunoo, one would never expect you to prank your unsuspecting boyfriend

let alone so heartlessly with a hickey prank which would probably make him extremely upset

but here you were watching a youtube tutorial on how to make a realistic hickey print and the little bruise like spot on your collarbone was... nothing perfect but you thought it was a good attempt for your first try

you had walked around with the fake love mark on you and the entire time your boyfriend had said nothing about it

approaching you with a make up wet wipe in hand, sunoo gives it to you, "Honey, you have some make up on your neck, what happened?'

with your jaw dropped you couldn't believe how miserably your prank went

"Oh c'mon, was it that bad, I wanted to do the hickey prank on you-" you tell him as your head drops and sunoo holds in his laugh

"Really? Wow your make up skills are bad then." he tells you helping you wipe the make up off your collarbone

🖇️ — 西村 力 ; NI-KI !

you and riki were still pranking each other and after the ps5 prank and having thought that would be the cherry on top, you thought your next one would surely end this war

you decided to prank your boyfriend by attempting to hide a fake hickey and getting his reaction

for the past afternoon you had been covering your neck which ofcourse riki had noticed because it did seem as though you were hiding something

"Why do you keep covering your neck when I'm around, are you hiding something?" he asks seeming skeptical as he raised a brow

"Oh it's nothing, my neck is just itchy... and bruised." you lie hoping he would buy it

"Wait bruised, lemme see." he says worriedly

before you could even try to stop him he pulled your hand off and his eyes widened at the fake hickey mark

"W-where did you get that... because it sure wasn't me-" he says frustrated almost close to tears

"It's fake! Yeah I got you, I win again!" you proudly yell as you do a little victory dance

riki couldn't take these heart attacks any longer and surrendered, you were officially the prank master

[gatorbites-imagines]

the request for hobie and the icp spiderman reader has intrigued me and I would like to see hobie x male reader who isnt a spiderman but a civillian, hes the lead guitarist for a metal band and hobie shows up to the venue for the readers concert as theres a gun threat or something along those lines (if thats ok ofc )

Hobie Brown x lead guitarist male reader

Headcanons

I think im experiencing writers block again.

You two most likely met at one of your concerts, or one of Hobies’ for that matter. Maybe it was an event where multiple bands would play.

You would both be amazed by the others playing, and before either of you knew what was happening, you two could be found flirting in the corner of the room. Everyone else faded into the background as you two got to know each other.

Time would pass, you two would text as you shared numbers that night, you two would go to each other’s concerts, all the shebang. Sadly Hobie had to slow down on his own music as all the spiderman things started going down, but that doesn’t stop him from coming to see you.

He can always be found in the crowd somewhere, easily spotted thanks to his height and his hair. Seeing him there always makes you feel better, and you tell him he’s gotta be your lucky token, as you’re playing always sounds better when he’s present.

It would be no secret that you two were dating, as it becomes a common sight to see you jump off the stage after concerts, maybe even throwing yourself as Hobie so he has to catch you. It becomes part of the experience for the people going after a while.

Your band probably isn’t that big, maybe more of a local famous band, but that’s exactly what Hobie loves anyways. He doesn’t approve of the larger music industry and how it relies on nepotism and money.

A gun threat could happen for many reasons, maybe they don’t like the music or your bands message, maybe they don’t like that the lead guitarist is so openly gay, maybe they just did it because it was somewhere with a lot of people.

Because the world you guys live in, you all get down when the person with the gun appears, waving their weapon around and threatening the people around them.

Of course, you have to play hero, so when they are threatening to shoot someone, you jump off the stage to get their attention. Right as the gun turns towards you and they are about to pull the trigger, Spiderman shows up and takes care of the perp.

If hes being extra rough with the perp, no one will notice. Its of course because Hobie was terrified you would get hurt, especially if he knows about canon events at this point, and has seen how the lovers of spiderpeople always end up hurt or dead.

He can’t go scoop you up as spiderman, so he quickly wraps up what he needs to do and comes back as himself, making it seem like he was there the whole time. Your band would be fuzzing over you, whilst also calling you cool for stepping in like that, when Hobie comes running.

Your bandmates only laugh as Hobie picks you up, checks you all over, and kisses you, telling you to never do something so stupid again.

After that Hobie would be on edge for a while, tense and paying closer attention to you than normal. He would stick closer to you during concerts, always eyeing the people around and staying close to the stage so he could pull you to safety if needed.

Your bandmates and the locals would just accept it, seeing it as one of Hobies quirks, some would even find it romantic that he watches out for you so much after the threat. They just think hes a protective boyfriend, they have no idea your protective boyfriend is spiderman though.

If he has no choice but to patrol on nights you have concerts, he always sticks close by and swings past where the concert is happening, to see you, but also to keep an eye out for any danger. It becomes a joke that spiderman is a big fan of your band, which you find humorous since he is, everyone else just doesn’t know.

It would take a while for Hobie to calm down, though the caution is always there but it’s always been there, as it comes with being spiderman. Just expect to be kisses before every concert now except for after, just in case.

[elsweetheart]

hi!! i love your fics sm!! im such a whore for ellie and abby 😭 i just read your ellie headcanons and the one where you said she has a daddy kink is all i can think about.. i was wondering if you could write more about it? ty and love u!

i did say that yes … thank u for asking because i have been dying to talk about it 😋

this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea so if it’s not - keep scrolling !!

ellie williams x occasionally being called daddy

• so the two of you have jokingly been throwing around the word for some time. it’s one of those things that are kind of a joke but there’s some weird tension and weight behind it that you both refuse to address (because she’s thinking why do i kind of like this? what does this say about me? and you’re thinking the same…)

• it started when the two of you were doing some target practice deciding to clear out a few infected from outside the building you were staying. two slow moving corpses stumbled towards the two of you from the across the alley and she nudged you with her arm. “bet i could clear ‘em out with one bullet.” she promised, raising her gun with a confident but focused expression.

• “yeah right.” you denied, swinging your legs on the wall you were sat on behind her. you watched the two infected naturally fall into a single file line, and when ellie had the perfect shot she pulled the trigger— and alas, one bullet tore through both their skulls sending them straight to the ground. your jaw dropped, impressed as you jumped off the wall and walked up behind her. she turned around with a grin, jokingly flexing at you. “thats right, who’s your daddy?”

• it was obviously a joke, but her smile almost dropped clean off her face when she saw the speed at which your eyes glazed over, expression becoming lustful just for a split second before you got yourself together, covering your reaction with a giggle. she chuckled back at you, eyes lingering on you for a moment as the tension passed and decided to pocket that moment for later.

• after a few more instances where she’d throw the noun out jokingly it was etched into your brain and you were starting to realise that it was kind of becoming a thing. the two of you didn’t know how to discuss why that be, so you didn’t — however one night, when ellie had you face down in the pillows taking her strap pressing kisses to your back you were so fucked out that your mouth took control without your brains permission.

• “mm—mmph please daddy!” it was muffled and whiney but ellie heard you loud and clear. she didn’t stop to address it, infact after it slipped from your mouth you felt her pace pick up — a surge of stealth taking over her from the once jokey, now incredibly hot nickname. she placed a hand on your waist, pulling you to fuck against her and she sighed against the back of your neck.

• “thats it, daddy’s got you. fuck, babe.” she cursed at the way you were squeezing and grinding back against her strap which equally felt good for her. her calling herself daddy was the tipping point that pushed you over the edge, making you cum hard.

• when it was all over you lay in her arms, both of you catching your breath and cooling off— and when enough time had passed you looked up at her, and she looked down at you, the two of you bursting into simultaneous giggle fits.

• she pressed her mouth together in a smirk and raised her eyebrows. “well, well, well—” she starts and you giggle even harder, placing your hand over her mouth. “stop, don’t!” you squeal and she calmly pulls your wrist away with a smile, stroking your cheek as if to calm you down.

• “hey, i’m not judging. shit, i think i’m pretty into it.” she confirms and you smile softly, pushing yourself further up the bed to kiss her. ellie always gave you anything you wanted.

[animezinglife]

Hot take:

What I like about Elucien is that it's not the scorching, fire-hot chemistry that's overwhelming either or both of them. It's not those charged interactions that make you think they're going to tear into each other at any given moment.

They don't know each other well at all. There's deliberate distance; hesitation and control. They're a bit shy around each other and definitely awkward. It's such a far cry from that snarky, silver-tongued, sassy emissary in Lucien we're used to, and Elain's essentially having to start her life completely anew. They both have a long way to go, and they both have a lot of healing to do.

He never pushes her. He doesn't "prowl" towards her, loom over her hitting her with the kind of look inviting all kinds of temptation, or even hint at any sort of dominance with her.

Because that wouldn't be right for Elain. Not right now or anytime soon, at least.

He's trying to get to know her as a gentleman would: talk with her, learn a bit more about her. Get a sense of her interests/hobbies and things that make her happy. He keeps his distance when he knows she's not comfortable, and he doesn't cross that line. He buys her an achingly thoughtful gift, but doesn't insert himself into the equation and merely leaves it for her when things get tense with Feyre.

Yes, we all love to joke about that a fire in his blood and all its burning implications, but to me, it's his mind and self-control that make him so sexy.

I love that Elain--who's more shy and uncertain of her agency than her sisters ever were--doesn't have to contend with someone who's constantly undressing her with his eyes or making every excuse he can to touch her. He looks at her, sure, with sadness and "longing," but there's a gentleness to it and how he is with her that makes both him and them as a potential couple refreshing and all the more "earned."

It's different for this series. Slower and sweeter. It's also achingly painful as a reader, but the potential for something beautiful to form is addicting.

I just think it would make it all the more powerful when--if--they do finally truly choose each other. That foundation could become so incredibly strong, rooted in deep understanding, then friendship, then love.

Don't get me wrong: I'm not downplaying the potential for some excellent spice, but I like to think it'll play out very differently with a little sweeter meaning. I'm convinced she'll be the one to unravel if they ever share so much as an otherwise-innocent kiss.

But right now? Lucien's basically doing the equivalent of giving a girl his number so she can call him when she's ready to talk and go out.

Do I think her sisters treat her with kid gloves? Sure. Do I think they underestimate her and what she wants out of life? Absolutely, but that doesn't mean she's still not a little more reserved than they are (and likely always will be to some degree).

He'll meet her halfway and is allowing her to choose where that point is.

[gabessquishytum]

University AU where Hob is one of those people that writes notes to himself all over his arms and hands. Digital reminders are too easy to dismiss and sure he's tried notebooks but they get left on a desk or in his dorm or in the grocery store produce aisle that one time, so it's not really a sustainable system. He has the bandwidth to remember his phone, his keys/wallet, and his laptop, and everything else is chance. He really is one of those types of people who would lose his head if it wasn't attached to his neck, at least his arms are more than likely going to stick with him.

Hob has a colorful pile of pens that write well on his hairy skin and the hard won ability to write semi-legibly with both hands to double his writing space. His assignments, grocery lists, personal to-dos, that one song a friend mentioned all get written on his skin so he doesn't have to remember to remember them.

It's all nicely contained until the day he is talking to one of his classmates about books and grabs their arm to write down his recommendation. Hob notices that Dream doesn't really object to the touching or the writing, and from that point on the floodgates open.

At first he just writes ideas and such for Dream on the other's skin but when Dream keeps coming up with reasons for Hob to write on him it quickly evolves into Hob writing himself reminders on Dream just to have the excuse later to grab his wrist and “check” the reminders by running a finger over them. Dream starts to regularly sport t-shirts under his jacket and arms covered in colorful scrawls in contrast to his otherwise monochromatic pallet.

When they start dating, Hob starts writing love notes on Dream’s skin. Little things like “remember: Hob loves you.” “date tonight 6pm” or “looking gorgeous” alongside the doodles and more day to day reminders. Dream might have a phone album full of snapshots of the notes.

When Dream proposes, he steals one of Hob's pens and takes the other man's hand to write “say yes to marriage proposal” on the back of it under the current to-do list. Hob doesn't even let the ink dry before he is trying to kiss the breath out of Dream while simultaneously saying yes.

-💥

This is the cutest thing ever, actually.

Dream is perfect for writing on (although he complains about it, just to keep up his unapproachable goth vibes). He's smooth and paper white, and honestly Hob could save so much money on notebooks and just write on Dream instead. Truthfully, most of what Hob writes is cute sappy stuff, or little inside jokes, or occasionally "drink some fucking water, you are just a houseplant with emotions".

On of Hob’s wedding presents to Dream is a lil trip to a tattoo studio, where Hob gets his marriage proposal permanently inked onto his skin (he didn't wash his hand for a week to preserve the message, and Dream is both disgusted and impressed). In return Hob writes a special "hob loves you" message for Dream to get tattooed as well. Its very schmoopy and Dream is secretly soooo pleased with it.

Yes, Hob also draws a lot of dicks on Dream, by the way. Sometimes the dicks have lil smiley faces. Sometimes they are semi accurate representations of Hob’s dick. This is all fine and good until Dream goes for his first fancy job interview after uni... with a massive, only slightly faded, cartoon penis on his hand. He still gets the job, but Hob has a lot of grovelling to do when he gets home...

He lets Dream draw all over him in bed, that night, to make up for it. And when Dream writes "MINE" is a few specific places on his body, Hob discovers a very specific kink. There may be a few more tattoos coming down the line... if he's a good boy and earns Dream’s writing on his skin <3

[miguelhugger2099]

Godly Outing

Summary: You invite Miguel for a picnic. (Gods AU) Previously I went extremely overboard for some reason. Miguel x Fem!Reader, Fluffyyyyy, Not proofread unfortunately, Word count: 2,378

Miguel was nervously waiting by the oak tree where you both had decided to meet up at. As gods, it was nearly impossible to have small moments for one another so Miguel was always starstruck and fidgety when it came to seeing you again. He glanced over at the horizon where the sky had begun to change from blue to a soft pink and purple hue in the clouds. The sun used its orange and yellow glow to highlight the curve of Mother Earth.

In his right hand, he had brought a small basket filled with various fruits and wine he had bought with his human money. He made sure to wear gloves this time so as to not soil the goods and make it rot in his hands. Again.

In his left hand, his arm held a blanket for you two to lay on the grass with. Miguel would rather succumb to the eternal flames of the inferno than ever stain one of your pretty dresses. The sun had begun to set and he took that as his sign to place the blanket down and sit on it while he waited.

Miguel fiddled with the handles of the basket, occasionally opening it to double, triple, and quadruple check if he had everything. Gods didn't need to eat but it didn't mean they couldn't. In fact, it was you who had suggested this occasion. His hands shook when he recalled your sweet smile asking to see him again for a ‘picnic’, you told him the humans called it.

It was rather comical the sight you found once you arrived, a basket of your own in your hand. Miguel was staring into the distance, his large body taking up nearly half of the blanket. His head snapped towards you when he heard footsteps, his shoulders tensing. How cute. He relaxed when he realized it was you and stood up to walk towards you.

“My lady…” He whispered, taking your free hand and lifting it up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. You felt your face heat up and Miguel noticed the darkening of your cheeks but refrained from commenting about it. He simply enjoyed the view of your shy smile.

“My lord,” You greet him, curtsying with a small bow of your head. “Sincerest apologies if I had kept you waiting.”

Miguel shook his head, standing straight again but never letting go of you. “No need. I arrived early.” His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand. “May I?” He took his other hand out, asking for the basket in your hand.

You looked at it and politely rejected it. “It's alright. I'm very much capable.” You joked softly, your grin widening when Miguel went wide eyed.

“I-I did not mean to offend you, my lady–” You laughed and waved him off.

“Nonsense, I know what you meant. However, if it brings you joy then you may.” You offer the basket to him with a teasing grin.

Miguel huffed a small laugh, a rare sight where his fangs poked out from underneath his lips. The kind of smile where the corner of his eyes crinkled faintly, and a smile line appeared. “You frighten me, my lady.” He took the basket and led you to the square patch of fabric on the ground. He only let go of your hand once you sat first and you were comfortable, placing you basket next to his and sitting beside you with a respectable distance.

“Do I? I frighten the powerful God of Death?” You tease. Miguel smiles at you.

“I'm not as powerful compared to you, darling.”

“Are you flattering me, my lord?”

“Is it working?”

“Try harder.”

“Of course.” Miguel tries to hide his smile from the playful bantering, his hands making quick work to open the baskets and take out the contents. “You seem to interact with the humans more often lately.” He comments, pointing to your dress. It was vastly different from his attire, a simple black robe that enveloped his large and muscular body. The only thing new about him was the gloves you had brought him. They barely fit, a little tight, but he was grateful nonetheless. You, however, had the style of a modern farmer girl. A simple solid dark red dress that ended just over your ankles to expose your brown boots, along with a square neckline. A dirtied white apron around your waist with an equally dirtied white puffy undershirt to give some modesty to your chest. The only original thing of yours that stayed was the crown of branches on your head, this time accompanied by blooms of daisies.

You take the time to help him, grabbing some grapes and bread. You reach in your basket for some wooden utensils, rolling up your sleeves. “I’ve grown very fond of them,” You reply. “They’ve started to create things of their own. It’s exciting.” Your eyes light up with pride and Miguel can see. He hesitates for a moment, brushing aside the jealousy that sparked in his chest for your attention.

“Tell me about it.” He says gently anyway, placing a few cut up orange and apple slices on a wooden plate you provided. You stood up a little straighter, subconsciously leaning towards him.

“They have this thing called music.” You smiled broadly.

Miguel quirks up an eyebrow. “Music?” He repeats, handing you your plate. You take it graciously.

“I’m not sure what these so-called instruments they have are called yet, but oh,” You swooned. “It’s beautiful, Miguel. They have so much fun and they dance!” You began rambling on about things Miguel couldn’t understand, your hands waving in the air if they weren't popping fruits in your mouth. His line of work was vastly different from yours but he didn’t dare dim your light.

“What is…dance?” He hesitates softly, interrupting your stories with a meek voice. You paused, your hands in mid-air, stopping their motion. You blinked at him and brought your hands back down, placing a finger on your chin while you thought to yourself.

“Dancing… Well, dancing is…” You were stuck on how to explain it. You saw the way mortals danced, whether in groups or with two people. They could be fun, they could be mellow, they could be comedic and they could be romantic. You began to blush, looking down and fiddling with the stem of the grapes you had eaten prior. “Dancing is…when two people…move together.” You explained awkwardly, snapping the stem into a smaller piece.

“Move together? Forgive me, I don’t understand.” Miguel places his plate down on the side. He couldn’t tell if the color in your face had changed or if it was the sunset.

“It–It goes with music and people are close to one another. Whether as friends or as, um, lovers.” You begin cleaning up the plates and other fruits you hadn’t finished.

“Lovers?” He took a step back. “Is it used for procreation?” He tilted his head.

You felt the heat burn your cheeks. “Absolutely not!” You squeaked. “It’s for fun! To enjoy the time with the other person and–and…”

Miguel didn’t understand why you seemed so embarrassed about these things. You were seemingly more and more human. More and more distant and… different from him. He looked at his lap and tried to imagine what this ‘dancing’ looked like.

Before he could speak, there was a faint trail of smoke in the now night sky, a little farther from where you two sat. Miguel tilted his head up and narrowed his eyes, assuming the worst. He stood up, about to tell you to stay behind before you jumped to your feet after hearing a soft holler. It made Miguel tense up but you had lost that blush on your face and it was replaced with a bright smile.

You turned to him. “Come! This is perfect timing!” You lifted the front of your dress and ran off without another word, Miguel’s hand reaching out and barely missing you. He chased after you, following your hair bouncing with each step and the red dress being swished from side to side. The closer he got, Miguel began to see fire letting off that trail of smoke in the sky. Abruptly, you stopped right outside of a small village. Miguel stood behind you protectively, his eyes glancing around for any danger or sudden work to be done. Instead, all he saw was a flock of people all huddled around the fire. Some were twirling each other around, others were sitting and talking and some were coming out of their homes with plates of food. They all had smiles.

“Come, I know them. Friends of mine.” You turned up to look at his apprehensive face. He wasn’t sure. He felt out of place and too different. Miguel wasn’t as radiant and sociable like you. He’d stick out like a sore thumb. You saw the whirlwind of thoughts consuming his mind through his clouded eyes. Once you took his hand, he cleared up and looked down at you.

“It’s alright. I’ll be here.” You whispered softly. You were worried you overstepped, maybe Miguel wouldn’t consider you comfort. But, his shoulders relaxed and he squeezed your hand. With a gentle smile, you led him out the shadows by the hand and greeted your friends. You spoke in a language he didn’t understand and froze when unfamiliar eyes landed on his much bigger frame. He hunched on himself to appear smaller and non-threatening. The people simply smiled politely and spoke in their foreign language.

You’d soon know these as the banging of drums, the whistles of flutes and strums of a guitar, all accompanied by the sweet sounds of singing. Miguel watched with a soft gaze, taking in the humans you seemed to love so much. He saw how happy they all seemed and his chest swell with pride knowing that it was because of you they could feel such happiness. The joy of being alive.

Miguel saw a few couples in front of the fire, skipping and twirling each other around with giant smiles. He looked down at you, your own gaze focused in front, taking in the beauty of it all. He wanted to make you smile like that. He then glanced further down at your intertwined hands and squeezed tighter to gain your attention. You looked down at your hands and then up at him with a concerned look. “Are you alright?” You asked with worry.

He took a sharp inhale to prepare himself for the question he was about to pop. “May we…” He licked his chapped lips. “If I may be so bold as to ask you for a dance?” Miguel stared deeply into your eyes, hoping you wouldn’t see the fear of rejection in them.

Your mouth opened slightly in shock but you quickly recovered with a bashful smile. “I would love to.” Miguel felt that particular weight lift off his shoulders and led you to the middle of the dance circle with unsure steps. He had been watching the humans dance for a bit but this was all still so new.

Miguel felt you lift his chin up, your touch electric. You gave him a knowing look, helping him lift his other hand to your waist. His breath hitched, feeling a turmoil of emotions touching you so close like this. His hand tensed before resting on you while you brought your intertwined hands up around shoulder length. You then placed your now free hand on his shoulder; a common start. “Just follow me.” You whispered. Always, he wanted to say back.

Slowly, you two took small steps towards and away from each other, gradually getting Miguel used to small spins. His eyes were downcast, making sure he wasn’t stepping on you. The villagers watched from the sides, amused at this burly man being as shaky as a deer. While he wasn’t looking you took the time to admire him. His bushy eyebrows furrowed in concentration with his fang biting down on his bottom lip. He subconsciously held you farther away to keep his eyes on his feet. You pressed yourself closer against him, chest to chest, which made Miguel snap his head up and widen his red eyes at you.

“Eyes on me.” You smiled and Miguel gulped. Your warmth was radiating off onto him and he melted. You saw him nod and purse his lips, focusing all his attention on you. He eventually became more relaxed, his hand on your waist tightening. The lead traded from you to him with Miguel twirling you and spinning your bodies around the dance circle with the others, finally in sync.

Miguel gained more confidence, letting go of your hand so he could place both of his hands on your hips. Your arms went around his neck and he gently lifted you up in the air. He saw your hair flutter from the force of it and your smile widened as much as those happy couples he saw earlier. He did it. He made you smile like that. Everytime he thought you couldn’t get more beautiful, you always proved him wrong.

He brought you back down and made sure you were chest to chest again, becoming more and more addicted to the warmth you gave him. He leaned his forehead on yours, slowing down to just feel you. You mirrored his action fondly, breaths mingling after the small exercise.

“My lady, I…” He spoke gingerly.

“Yes?” Your heart beat louder and you wondered if he could hear it.

“I think…” He trailed off, staring deep into your eyes. “I-I think I…”

You waited patiently with a bated breath.

“I think I understand… why you love humans so much.” He said finally. You blinked twice, strangely feeling a twist of disappointment in your heart. You shrugged it off and smiled.

“They’re wonderful, aren’t they?” Miguel didn’t answer.

For the rest of the night, Miguel enjoyed the feeling of your in his arms and enjoyed the feeling of life even through his cold grasp. For tonight, the Goddess of Life and God of Death pretended to be humans and danced under the stars with the music echoing in the air.

A/N: theyre so cute their smut is about to go so hard

[marilynthornhilllover]

Kinkmas fanfic: #5

Deep breaths

G!p Larissa weems x Fem!reader

Warning: smut, fingering, cunniligus, praise kink,degradation kink, possessiveness, jealousy, mean larissa, mean reader, squirting, use of strap, larissa as a d!ck, slight overstiumlation, teasing, fluff.

" what the fuck are you even talking about larissa?!" You shouted as she slammed the door behind you after you entered. You met her gaze as you turned to face her, a rather complex look painted on both your faces . You waited for her to show some sort of emotion or snap back at you but all she did was scoff as she rolled her eyes and walked pass you, giving you a disgusted look.

" great you had so much to say during the drive back now your silent?!" You shouted as you trailed behind her wanting answers. At the Christmas party that larissa hosted at Nevermore Academy tonight, a random lady was rather " kind" towards you. Touching your muscles and pretending to love your cringy jokes. of course larissa saw the communication with her hawk eyes. Larissa being the possessive and jealous wife that she was, she obviously had to cause a commotion.

She grabbed the lady by her hair and proceeded to start a fist fight but you were faster and held her back by the hips and took her outside where she then left one of the most itching slap on your face before dragging you to the car where the ride home was much more longer since she spitefully took the longer route just so that so could argue with you about how 'you were the one who allegedly led the lady one with your muscles'.

" She was grabbing your fucking ass y/n" she spoke up slamming her glass on the counter top before proceeding to pour herself some hard liquor from the wine shelf. Your eyes shot up at her as you stared daggers at her, as she of course returned them not backing down. You didn't like her attitude, usually you would fuck it out of her but tonight was just one if thoses nights where you just couldn't stand her raging jealousy, it's like she didn't trust you or didn't want you to look at any other woman other than her.

Which you didn't mind but that was utterly ridiculous not to mention impossible.

" Oh please larissa! What are you twelve!? She was holding my back so I wouldn't fall, I'm sorry I can't help it if someone gives a shit whether or not I fall in theses heels that I told you I didn't want to wear!" It was true, the lady did grab your ass, you felt it but you ignored it and you don't have a explanation as to why. but your a straight up Tom boy or in other terms a masculine feminine. You didn't have a problem wearing dresses or skirts but honestly you preferred pants and tracksuits, any shoes cuts the deal but heels is where you draw the line.

You don't know how people wear thoses things, they're literally suicide to people ankles. But of course larissa wanted you to look the part tonight and since you loved her and wanted to make her happy you decided to comply with her request.

Larissa gulped down her liquor in one shot and looked up at you with lidded eyes. Her eyes were filled with lust and nothing else mattered at this moment because she always gets her deepest desires answered by you. She took slow strides up to you her hips swaying with every step as she maintained eye contact with you. The tight navy blue dress that she was wearing clung to her body perfectly, her curves outlined spectacularly as it showed off the roundness of her ass.

She sighed as stopped right infront of you. She pouted as she leaned her head to the side to kiss you on the cheek, before leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses to your jaw and down to your neck. You moaned softly and she began gently sucking on your pulse point. You gripped the back of her head, grabbing a fist full of hair in your hands as you pulled on it, making her gasp as she looked up at you.

" maybe I should remind you who you belong to, that way you'll remember the way i fuck you and you'll trust me more mhm baby?" You asked in cooing tone as she nodded, you could already see the pent up stress and the need in her eyes as she grabbed both sides of your face and jumped onto you, wrapping her legs around your waist. You kissed her passionately. she moaned when she felt your strap rub against her core through her dress.

She whined desperately as she grind her hips over the bulge in your pants. You chuckled at her desperate state as you kicked open the door to the bedroom before dropping her down onto the mattress, before beginning to crawl onto her. She grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to her again in a lip bruising kiss. Your tongue pushed against her lips, asking for entry which she granted without a fuss.

Both your tongues slide and wrapped around eachother in pure ecstasy making her moan into the kiss, a small needy breathy moan as she arched into you. You never wanted this moment to end, you want her to scream and cream on your fingers as many times as her body would allow her too. Larissa was like a drug, you can never truly get enough of her, and everytime you went back for more the feeling was always stronger and better. She was addicting.

The desperation on her face was turning you on, she looked eternal and fucking sexy. You reached down under her dress and ripped off her underwear resulting in her whimpering, like a bitch in heat.

You steadily took two fingers and slid them up and down her slit, feeling her arousal coat them perfectly. You knew excalty what to say and do that would make larissa be wetter than the Atlantic Ocean for you. She was just so easy to tame. You carefully slid the two fingers into her pussy making her gasp as she collapsed onto the bed getting enchanted by the feeling. You groaned slightly as you felt her greedy cunt clench down on your fingers so perfectly.

You could already feel her gummy walls squeezing the life out of your fingers. God she was a sight to see. Her chest was heaving with every breath she took, her mouth was Slightly open as her little cute innocent moans slipped through. You extracted your fingers from her cunt as she whined, her eyes shot open as she looked directly at you. She pouted as tears began to fill her visions as she gaved you that 'pleasing' look of desire and fantasy.

" n-no please baby, y/n please i- need this-" her sentence was cut off with a grutal moan as her head fell back while she shivered, feeling your fingers slowly easing themselves back into her wet cunt. She let out a soft cry as you removed them again. You smirked as her eyes opened again. Her eyebrows quirked as the sexual frustration slowly started to settle in.

" would you just fuck me already?!" She spoke, her voice raspy and filled with pure need. You almost felt sorry for her. You smirked and bit your lips as she started at you, her blue eyes piercing into your soul with frustration that soon subsided.

" please, my love" she whispered as she chased after your lips but you quickly pulled away. She groaned in frustration as she gaved up, you couldn't help but laugh at her distressed state. She was too cute.

" I can see patience is not one of your biggest virtues, my love" you cooed as you made your way down and in between her legs. You can hear her breath hitch as she let out a soft gasp when your tongue made contact with her clit in a slow and painfully teasing way. You smiled into her, loving the way you already had her squirming. You flattened out your tongue against her clit as you began flicking your tongue back and forth against her soft bud.

Larissa moaned as her hands flew to your hair arching her back in the process. You could feel her tight forceful grip on your scalp bringing your face closer to her cunt as her hips bucked against you, riding your face for more friction like the desperate whore she was. You sucked her clit into your mouth as you began to open mouth kiss the slowly becoming puffy bud, your tongue continuing to flick against it. Larissa cried out as she looked down at you before her eyes rolled back.

" fuck fuck fffuckkk" she repeatedly moaned the word 'fuck' over and over again as you felt her legs began to shake beside you.

" so fucking delicious. Good girl" you purred as you removed your mouth from her clit with a pop,.a string of saliva hang from your mouth to her sensitive bud. You softly kissed her clit making her shiver as you kissed insides of her thighs definitely leaving love bites for only you to see later. Larissa huffed as she looked down at you with pure rage. She wanted her release so bad. You smirked at her as you unbuttoned your trousers and pulled it off completely unleashing your strap.

It was larissas personal favorite, black with grit and a slight curve. Larissas eyes widen slightly as she began to literally drool for you. She wanted you so bad - sorry - she needed you so bad..... she needed you to fuck her til she couldn't remember her name, fuck her like a filthy desperate cock loving slut that she in fact was - atleast only for you.

" hand on your knees...now" you spoke in a husky tone as she completely submitted to your command switching positions immediately, laying on her stomach with her ass held high in the air. The bed dipped with your weight as you positioned the cock to her already damped entrance, she didn't even need lube, she was already itching for you, for your cock. You slowly pushed the faux dick into her pussy as she gripped the sheets and arched her back deeper, turning her head to the side to get a better view of you.

You slapped her ass cheek watching as it jiggled instantly leaving behind a red mark. She let out quiet moan as she bit her lips slowly working her hips back and forth on the cock. Your grinned as you watched her fuck herself on your dick. Watching as the cock had no complications going in and out of her. You watch as she her juices coat your cock with heavy arousal making a squelching sound every thurst. You grabbed her hair and made a messy makeshift ponytail with your hand as you pulled her up off of the mattress alittle but not completely against your chest.

" that's it, fuck yourself on my cock baby, you little dirty desperate bitch. What will the school board think if they knew you were this needy for my cock mmh baby?" she whined at your sentence, dragging the walls of her cunt against your cock faster, feeling how unbelievable good the tip was bruising against her sweet spot. She let out a pornograpic moan as she speed up her thrust going faster and deeper as her moans got much more louder.

" come on rissa, I bet you wanna cum on my cock already, that greedy cunt has a mind of it's own, I know you want it" you whispered in her ear as you, trailed kissing down her jaw and neck nibbling and caressing the tender flesh with your sharp teeth, leaving your mark on her making sure to mark your property so that people know she's yours, and yours only. You noticed her thrusts getting sloppy as her legs got wobbly.

You released her hair and pushed her down on the bed, you placed your hands on the deep arch in her back and started pounding your cock in her pussy so good you were positive she'd in oblivion soon enough. Larissa cried out as her hands immediately flew back to your hips as her red nails digged into your flesh. Her ass slapped against your lower abdomen as you pushed your dick as deep as possible into her. She whimpered as she started muttering incoherent sentences as her eyes were rolled back so far in her head, it looked as if she was possessed.

"OH GOD PLEASE!" She screamed as she tried to pull away from you but you pulled her hands back bending her body more as you went even deeper in her. her walls pulsed around the cock as her cunt tighten around it.

" you can take it baby, take it for me" you whispered kissing dow her back as quickened your brutal pace.

" f-fuck FUCK! I'm gonna pee! Darling pleasepleaseplease" she sounded so cock drunk as you ignored her plea. after all you couldn't tell if she wanted you to stop or go harder, when she said she wanted to pee, you knew fully well what she was gonna do. Her brain was all fuzzy and couldn't comprehend what she truly wanted to do. Larissa felt the coil in her tummy snap as she shook terribly against your hold squirting uncontrollably. It was so powerful that the force pushed your cock out. You smirked as you watched her juices drain out of her as her cunt throb and clench down on nothing. You allowed her to come down from her high as you gently pulled out of her, meanwhile you ran to the bathroom to get Towels to clean up the mess taking off the strap in the proces, and putting it away to clean later.

When you emerged from the bathroom you were surprised to see larissa sitting up on the bed with her shape-shifted cock hard and pulsing. Her hand ran up and down her shaft jerking off herself as her eyes stayed pinned on you.

" i think it's my turn to show you that you belong to me as well don't you think?" She purred as she flexed her hips, her cock standing on it's own silently begging you to come closer. You dropped all cleaning utensils and slowly walked up to her, before straddling her lap as both your lips met in a sneering kiss. You moaned into the kiss which larissa Swallowed as she seized the opportunity to entered her tongue into your mouth. You both groaned in unison as you sank down on her cock.

The way she was stretching you open was so delicious. You felt so full at how deep her dick kept sinking deeper into your cunt, pushing against your spongy walls. You slowly lifted your hips before sinking back down on her cock again causing her to groan as she thrust up into you trying find a comfortable seated position in you. You wrapped your hands around her neck as your eyes rolled back.

Larissa smirked as she thursted up into you watching as your face twist with pleasure.

" aw don't tell me that pretty little mind is already going blank for mommy's cock" she cooed as she leaned in to kiss you again. You moaned into her mouth as you lifted your hips and slammed down her her dick again causing her to mumble the words 'oh fuck' and 'shit' as she wrapped her arms around you. she soon started using you for her own release. The room was filled with skin smacking as larissa pounded your pussy so deliciously good, her dick hitting against your g-spot in the most satisfying way.

At this point you were seeing stars. Her eyes rolled back as she felt your hot pussy clamp down around her, sucking her in tightly.

" fucking hell, gonna cum in this pussy and fill it up with my cum, gonna make you pregnant darling" she spoke as her voice cracked. You immediately kissed her again as you felt your end nearing. You were squeezing larissa too much, she felt her coil snap as she allowed herself to cum in your needy cunt as your greedy walls clench around her and milk her dry. Her warm liquid in your pussy pushed you right over the edge as your orgasm hit you like a wreacking ball. You cummed hard on larissa cock as both your fluids dripped out of your hole.

You lazily dragged your cunt over her shaft a with few strokes as she sloppily thrusted up into you before you felt her cock go soft before, she pulled out and shifted back. You looked at her fucked out expression as she smiled up at you. You laughed before proceeding to get off her lap kissing her cheek softly.

" come on let's take a shower" you whispered as you kissed her nose. She chuckled at your cuteness before following your lead into the bathroom. You turned on the water and filled up the bathtub both your legs too wobbly to stand. After the water was the perfect temperature you slipped in and she slipped in between you. You both took turns washing eachothers skin with rich lavender bath soap and vanilla sugar scrubs with natural herbs. After you both wrapped eachother in cozy towels as you both did your skincare routines together.

After you were done you practically threw yourself onto the bed, not caring about putting on any clothes and larissa did the same. She wrapped you in her warm arms as she pulled you in for a gentle kiss pm the forehead. You both smiled in satisfaction as sleep started clouding your visions.

Larissa gently started scratching your scalp with her nails as you quickly fell asleep in her arms, safe and happy. She carefully kissed your lips as she snuggled into your neck.

" I love you sweetheart" she whispered as she too fell in deep slumber.

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[dinossaurz]

He asks you to marry him. (Maknae line)

Pairing: Ateez x reader

WC: 860

Genre: fluffy, maybe a little suggestive

Network: @blossomnet

Hyung line

A/N: I didn't proofread that, so there probably are some grammatical mistakes. English is not my first language, so it is what it is heh.

San

"Wait... ah." you groaned when you felt a pain in your legs from hiking the mountains with San.

You were both in vacation in Jeju and decided to go for a walk in the afternoon.

"Come here, baby." San helped you, walking you in a piggyback, until you finally reaches the top of the mountain.

The view was beautiful, the sunset was stunning. There were other couples taking pictures of the view, and then you turn to San and saw something else.

"San... this is..." you were cut by the view of your beautiful boyfriend with a small box in his hands, smiling to you.

"Exactly... I thought about many ways I could to that. I didn't wanted nothing too fancy or too simple, that's why I bring you here. Despite of our difficulties in our journey to the top of this mountain, we nailed it, huh? And we're together right here, in this calm place, in this beautiful sunset. Do you accept being with me till the end of this journey?" he kneel and opened the box, a pretty ring inside.

"San... yes!" you opened the biggest smile of all times and he put the ring on your finger. You smiled once again and he kissed you in a heated way. The people around clapped, making you both really shy.

Mingi

"Babe, do you want to hear something?" he said when you both finished the dinner.

"Mhm, of course." you hummed, looking to him.

He knocked the table twice and you laughed.

"Who is it?" you joined his joke.

"Will you?" he laughed a little.

"Will you what?" you looked at him, confused.

"Will you... marry me?" he said, taking a box in his pocket.

Your heart raced and you put both your hands in your mouth and widen your eyes. Your sight between him and the box.

"This is a joke, isn't it?" you pointed to the box and he took your hand, putting the ring on your finger, kissing the ring after that.

"It's not a joke." he laugh with his nose, opening a sweet smile.

"Then... yes! I accept, for sure." you got up from your chair and hugged Mingi, letting some tears run through your face.

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your slowly and full of love.

"I love you, Y/N" he said, smiling at you.

"I love you too, Mingi." you kissed him again, soon starting a make out session.

Wooyoung

"Oh, I remember when we lastly came here. It's been a long time." you said while you looked to the park, you sat right by his side.

"We first met right here. It's been really a long time ago." he smiled to you.

"So many memories we have together. So good to pass them right by your side." you smiled and he get up and then kneel in front of you.

"You know that the time is, really, a great gift this days. People are always occupied that if they take a time to other person, is like a love declaration. And... Y/N, I'm not a person that likes loosing time, and I want to pass all time as possible with you. Do you want to pass the rest of your life by my side?" he said in a nervous tone, showing you a ring.

"Wooyoung... of course I want to be with you forever." you covered your face with your hands, and he took one of them and put a ring on your finger and then hold your hands tightly. You cried, full of emotions.

"I love you." he whispered and whipped your tears, caressing your cheeks. You hold his hands right there.

"I love you too." you smiled, and let some more tears fall and Wooyoung hugged you tightly.

Jongho

"Huh?" you exclaimed when you saw a flower bouquet in the table of your shared apartment. Jongho leaved it there, but where he was? Before you had to call him, you saw a letter between the flowers.

"I know I would probably be shy if I told you that in front of you. I just want you to know that you're my muse. You give me inspiration, you give me strength to keep going, and I'm you number one fan, and no matter how far we're from each other, I will always keep you in my mind and in my heart. Let's be together till the end of our lives?" you smiled in tears with that gift and got scared when you turned yourself and saw him coming to you, with a sweet and shy smile in his face.

"Do you... accept? Accept marrying me?" he said shyly once again, showing you a ring in a box.

"Yes. Yes, of course, Jongho!" you smiled and extended your hand to him. Gently, Jongho put the ring in your finger and hold both of your hands.

"I love you so much, do you know that?" he smiled, and you put your hand in his face, caressing it.

"Yes, I love you too, so much." you laughed and kissed him sweetly and Jongho held you close and deepened the kiss.

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[sonicblueartist]

is bullfrog date headcannons okay?

A/N: Of course~ And sorry if this is short. I couldn't think anything else to add lol

Bullfrog x h!reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 894

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Two things can definitely happen in this scenario. Either Bullfrog dates with you or stays away, he doesn't want to hurt you because of his job.

But right now, with your request we are going with a scenario where he chooses to date you and has close contact, so...

He is already a sweet and kind guy (and wise too). But when it comes to you it just doubles up. He is the dictionary meaning gentleman.

He could do anything for you to see you smile. It includes being silly. Avoiding his jokes isn't even an option.

"Knock knock"

"Not a door joke. God...Who’s there?"

"French"

"French who?"

"French frise!"

He is as honest with you as possible. He doesn't mind anything at all. He is comfortable with you and hoping you are with him too. He just wants you to be yourself with him.

Very affectionate and physical. You don't like PDA? He will drown you with his compliments.

"You look stunning as always, mon amour."

He loves to see your cheeks turn pink. He loves to fluster you. He will flirt if it means he could see that all the time.

"When you're around, I don't need anything else, mi chéri."

You are feeling bad? Exhausted? Sick? He will take care of you. There are no excuses.

You are in danger? Hurt? Oh god. I think for the first time in your life you might have the chance to feel sorry for those kinds of people. You know what I mean?

Bullfrog doesn't get angry very much. But what if he hears that you are being used or harmed? He will then go into fast rescue/kill mode. (I believe he still wouldn't be mad mad but you know)

I don't know why but I feel like killing or getting harmed isn't his breaking point to go mad about it. We need something else (Hopefully I can figure that out one day lol)

He likes to kiss your hands and if possible (because of his height) on your forehead too. You probably need to lay down or kneel for that and he doesn't want to force you. But if you lie down on his lap? Damn, he will melt and donate your face all over with kisses.

He is not someone to get jealous. He trusts you with his whole heart. But that doesn't mean he is not protective over you. If he sees someone bothering you and going too far? He will step in and warn them kindly. If that doesn't work? Oh, well. Have fun watching him give them some senses. What? No, of course he is not gonna beat them up. No, no. That's not his still. Not in public.

He could stare lovingly at you for hours. Tracing your lines. Observing your features. If undisturbed he can do this all day and night.

He can and will be brutally honest when the time is right (not specifically towards you), and sometimes that scares you.

"We are immortal spiritual beings that are embodied in mortal flesh to experience emotions and develop our own destiny, designed by ourselves in our pre-natal life."

"What?"

He is just joking.

He wears casual clothes when he is around you. Like a hoodie and shorts. Something comfortable.

He likes to cuddle with you while you both sit comfortably on your couch, watching something and a blanket around both of you. He LOVES your warmth. So he is gonna steal your hand whenever he gets the chance. Or lean his body on you.

He is very understanding and expects the same from you.

If you prepare breakfast and bring it to him in bed before he wakes up in the morning (which is a bit difficult, I'm sure he will always wake up before you), he may or may not start crying in happiness.

You can't sneak up behind him so no surprise attacks. It's not always end up like you planned it would be. He always somehow sensed it even before you had the idea.

"Agh, come on! At least can't you pretend you didn't know? It's impossible to surprise you!"

"Well, sorry, mi chérie, but you are a bit too obvious."

"That's not true!"

"Okay, okay, I'll pretend next time."

He couldn't. He just acts on instinct; you can't blame him for it. It happens unintentionally

"I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday, damn it!"

"Oh?" He is in tears from happiness.

He is not playing around when he told you that he loves you. You are his one and only.

Dates are either on rooftops or in your house.

He will never let you disrupt your sleep routine for him.

You are having trouble with something? Always having nightmares or you just can't sleep? Or having trouble eating? He will be there every second of it to help you.

He is not innocent. Of course you know that. He knows his place and he respects your boundaries and thoughts.

He feels intimate with you.

He loves any kind of fruit. I can see him sitting on the couch eating apple slices with you.

He becomes really awkward when he doesn't know what to do about something or gets really flustered.

He will support you with anything you will and can do.

LOTS OF PET NAMES IN FRENCH

[valriety]

SDV: Bachelor Physical Touch HCs

Post Type: SFW, Fluff, Platonic/Romantic x Reader, Mentions of Family In Alex, Shane, and Sebastian. Characters: Sam, Elliot, Harvey, Alex, Shane, and Sebastian. GN Reader (You/Yours).

Hi! Felt a little sad today so figured i'd write some short and cutesy non-sexual phys touch headcanons for the SDV bachelors. Just a few lines each :P - Enjoy! Also, all characters would absolutely ask before touching!

'SDV: Bachelorette Physical Touch HCs' can be found here.

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Sam:

Touchiest bachelor in town, loves physical touch so much - practically thrives off of it.

His favourites include hugs or wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulders. But he also really enjoys high fives, or having his hair played with (when it's not gelled anyways).

Abigail and Sebastian are a little touchadverse, but they don't really mind at all when it comes to Sam - they're who he'll initiate physical touch with the most.

If you're friends, he'll do a lot of the same things he does for Abigail and Sebastian, but if he has a crush on you... suddenly, everything's ramped up tenfold.

This guy will make every excuse under the sun to touch you - patting your hair when you make a good shot, or offering to walk you home and hold your hand, even though he knows perfectly well you've made the trip alone safely before.

Ball of sunshine and contagious about it - when he's particularly excited he'll hold both your hands in his and jump around.

Will think you're so cute if you're shy about asking to touch/hold him <3

Elliot:

Very casual with his physical affection, but will save some things (like hugs or kisses) for those he cares for the most.

His favourites include anything to do with hair, loves patting it, ruffling it, or brushing the strands away from the face. In return, he likes small, comforting touches the most, like having someone trace a small pattern somewhere into his skin.

Closest with Leah in terms of physical touch, and will offer to redo her braid every chance he gets.

He also tries his best to be close with Harvey and Shane too - gently slaps their shoulders whenever a joke is made. It took a long time for Shane to warm up to this.

If you become friends, he'll offer out his hand for you to hold often. He'll also want to do your hair for you, asking if he can braid some seasonal flowers in.

If he develops a crush on you, he'll try to be a bit obvious with his skin ship - starting off by asking for hugs before you part ways, or placing his hand on the small of your back when he's leading you somewhere.

Despite his coolness and charm, he's quite flustered by you. So, in those moments where he manages to gather the courage, he'll take your hand in his, and bring it to his lips for a chaste kiss. Makes an effort to make eye contact with you the entire time in hopes that it'll help get his feelings across <3

Harvey:

Way too shy for it. He's calm and professional on the job, but the second he's off the clock, he's antsy, even if it's one of his friends. Don't take that to mean he doesn't like it though! He's just shy.

His favourites by far are handshakes or placing a firm hand on another's shoulder - especially when he's trying to make a point. He really likes it when his mates give him a friendly pat on the back.

Not really close with anyone in terms of physical touch, though Shane and (moreso) Elliot, will sometimes attempt the odd contact. Wants to be closer to Maru.

If you become friends, it'll take him a long time to work up to courage to initiate anything. Honestly, you'll probably end up asking first.

This will be overidden if he's proud of you though - giving you a curt pat on the back when you come to him excited about a particuarly good harvest, or something else.

If he develops a crush on you, and especially if he knows you don't mind physical touch, he'll hype himself up in hopes of inititating something, even if it something minor, like a stiff shoulder pat. Would love to give you a farewell kiss on the cheek one day, but has to work out how to ask first <3

Alex:

Another casual toucher, but a slightly more reserved. Doesn't really properly hug anyone, except maybe his grandparents.

He loves holding hands and intertwining them together the most, but would prefer to save it for someone really special. Also likes recieving high fives, or anything that involves a show of strength, like arm wrestling.

He's closest with his grandparents, but is a bit embarrased about it. Pretty casual with his guy friends, and Haley will occasionally initiate/accept a high five with him when he's particuarly excited about something.

If you become friends, he'll treat you similarly to his other friends. He'll also want to play a game of gridball with you, or at least a game of catch. High fives you after.

If he realises he has a crush on you, he'll reel it back for a bit, worried that he might get too flustered if he tries anything. But once he calms down a little, he'll try to be casual about it again.

Isn't as casual as he would like to be about it though. Ramps up the shows of strength - challenging you to an arm wrestle, or bragging about how easy it would be to pick you up, and trying to fluster you by picking you up bridal style when you say yes. Would probably like spinning you around in his arms later on too <3

Shane:

Not big on touch at all. Highkey hates it from most people, and will get properly mad at anyone trying to cross any boundaries. Won't mind it from certain people though, so long as it's in private and he's in a good mood.

Prefers firm touches if absolutely necessary. Will tolerate more from Jas and Marnie, and occassionally his drinking friends during their nights at the saloon. Gives plenty of pats and cuddles to his chickens.

Will hug Jas and Marnie once in a blue moon. No one else though. Jas is also the sole reciever of headpats.

If you're friends, it's pretty safe to assume that you won't really get a good chance to initiate any physical touch. It takes a while for him to get comfortable with anyone, and even then, he'll need to be in a good enough mood for it. Most of it will be brief, or accidental.

Even if he develops a crush on you, it might still take a while, because while he does find himself thinking about it more, he'll need to work up the courage first - especially since physical touch wasn't really a thing between the two of you prior.

Probably took him brushing his fingers against yours as you were passing him a can one day for him to realise just how much he likes it. Will try to playfully initiate more after this - gently pushing you as a joke, or messing up your hair but playing it off as if he just wanted to annoy you <3

Sebastian:

Touch-adverse, he has some sensory issues and can get pretty shy sometimes, so he doesn't really like it most times. Kinda touch starved tbh.

Accepts affection the most from Sam and Abigail, and will hestitantly accept it sometimes if Robin and Maru ask. Absolutely will not allow Demetrius to though, and will outright rudely deny him if he ever tries.

Actually really likes hugs, and REALLY likes cuddling. He's a big spoon, but will occasionally want to be the small spoon. Prefers gentle touches rather than firm ones. He fidgets a lot, so he'll often be seeing fidgeting with his friend's clothes or even playing with their hands and fixing their nailpolish.

If you're friends, it might take him a little while to warm up to any physical affection with you, but he's spurred on if he sees you engaging in it with others - he's shy, but he doesn't want to be left out!

Will really ramp it up if he can use it to tease others, like if you beat Sam at pool, or if you team up with him during the egg hunt to beat Abigail.

If he has a crush on you, he'll start initiating subconsciously a lot more - not moving away when your arms or legs touch, or playing with your hair when you're close by. Will get flustered when he realises what he's doing or if someone points it out, but it'll eventually just become the norm for him. Grabs your sleeve to get your attention sometimes <3

A/N: That's it! Hope you enjoyed, lemme know if you liked these.

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