#[all the silly and the not so silly stuff along with all the good and all the bad too and so on]

[maskedcrawford]

Prank Wars

Seunghyun x F! Reader

A/N: My first T.O.P fic! I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please leave a like if you guys want to see more! Thank you to the sweet Anon who requested this, I really enjoyed writing it! If you enjoy please consider buying me a coffee <3

Warnings: A few cuss words. I'm pretty sure that's it.

The Request

Requests are currently: Open

The sunshine comes in through the window to your hotel room waking you up from a peaceful slumber. You squint your eyes and look around the room until your gaze lands on your boyfriend of the last year and a half, Seunghyun. You smile to yourself watching him sleep. He and the rest of big bang had been busy with touring and doing interviews the last few months so it was nice to see him resting. There weren’t any shows or interviews for the next few days so it was prime time to relax with your man.

You smile to yourself as the see the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his mouth is slightly agape and light snores flow from his nose. After only a few moments of silence you hear a sudden popping noise come from the bathroom in the suite along with a loud scream that, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say came from a girl. You jump out of bed and before you can leave you see a playful grin come up on Seunghyun’s face.

“What did you do?” You quirked your brow at him. Suddenly Ji-yong bursts into the room with a frustrated but slightly scared face.

“That was not funny!” He throws a towel at your boyfriend who can’t help but erupt into laughter.

“What happened?”

“He put party snappers under the toilet seat,” Jiyong grumbled.

“This is war, hyung,” he threatens as he leaves the two of you.

“Seung,” you giggle. He gets up from the bed and wraps you up in a hug.

“Good morning, y/n,” he kisses your forehead before heading to the bathroom. As you change into your clothes you hear your man gag in the bathroom. You quirk a brow as you gingerly step in to check on him.

“Somebody put mayo in my toothpaste container!” he says sticking his tongue out in disgust. You hold your hands over your mouth to cover your smile. You hear someone come up behind you.

“All’s fair in love and war,” Taeyang comments with a huge grin.

“That’s so gross,” you giggle to yourself. Seunghyun glares at Taeyang as he walks out. You love your boyfriend, truly, but he was never great at taking what he dished out. The next few days the guys played silly harmless pranks on each other, and you couldn’t help but enjoy being the neutral party. Pranks weren’t exactly your thing but that didn’t stop you from having a good laugh. Clingwrap on the toilet seat was done to Taeyang by your boyfriend for revenge. You and Seunghyun went to the store and Ji-yong, for revenge, wrapped all of your boyfriends’ clothes in wrapping paper, granted the boys helped him. Daesung stole all of the laces to all the guys shoes. Your boyfriend took stuff from each of the guys and duct tapped it to the ceiling of their hotel rooms, Taeyang's bandana, Daesungs passport and Ji-yong's favorite jacket. And the last prank committed was Taeyang putting zip ties on anything he could to keep them shut, including to the scissors that would be needed to cut them off.

“That’s low! I need to change!” Ji-yong yelled. You rolled your eyes with a silly grin on your face. The prank wars were all fun and games between friends, for the most part. The next day there was a show that the guys had to get prepared for. Seunghyun got in the shower and you walked in to touch up your makeup.

“You excited?” you called over the sound of the rushing water.

“Yeah, we’re announcing our next album today,” he peaks his head out and beams at you with pride. You walk over and give him a gentle kiss; he tries to pull you in closer but you slip away leaving him pouty.

“Not now, I have to finish my make up,” you gesture to your face. He rolls his eyes playfully at you.

“You can always redo it,” he mumbles to himself.

“Patience, nae sarange, patience,” you tease him. Once you finish you walk out of the bathroom and notice Taeyang go in right behind you. You bring your attention to your phone before you hear shouting from the bathroom and Taeyang flies out of the door.

“Delete the damn video!” You look up and see your boyfriend coming out of the bathroom in his pants, his hair still dripping wet.

“You literally took one of me earlier,” Taeyang defends.

“I don’t care, delete the fucking video!” he shouts as he begins to chase Taeyang around the room on the couch and around to the door. Seunghyun tries to take his phone but Taeyang’s too fast. He slips behind him and ends up using you as a human shield. You shriek as the hides behind you, startled from the swift movements. Your boyfriend stands in front of you both moving side to side. You can tell this isn’t a game to Seunghyun anymore. He genuinely looks freaked out. But, then again, he did this to himself, right?

Taeyang’s laugh rumbles in your ears as the other guys can’t stop laughing.

“It’s not funny, delete it!” He continues to shout.

“Hyung, it’s pretty funny,” Daesung defends.

“Maybe I should put in youtube,” Taeyang jokingly comments.

“No this isn’t funny anymore!” he reaches over you, careful not to hurt you and tries to grab his phone.

“Delete it!” He shouts, for the last time before you decide to step in.

“Agi,” you put your hands on his chest and he looks down at you. He takes a breath and groans rolling his eyes.

“Go sit down,” you try to cover the slight amusement on your face.

“Tae, come on. Just delete the video,” you chuckle at your boyfriend.

“Yeah, yeah all right. See, hyung, it was just a joke,” Taeyang goes over to show him deleting the video.

“Now, let’s make a rule, no filming each other naked!” you playfully reprimand the guys. They groan like children before you put your finger up.

“Don’t start with me,” you warn. They continue to laugh amongst themselves as you go over to your sulking boyfriend.

“Hey, the video’s gone. Cheer up,” you say as you brush some hair out of his face. Even upset he’s still handsome. He grunts in response.

“Aww, come on. I got them to stop,” you lean in close to his ear, “But you really shouldn’t have filmed Taeyang and not expected retribution.” You whisper just before kissing his cheek. He knew you were right and he blushed from the affection you just showed him.

“Yeah, well,” he couldn’t really defend himself, but he still wanted to sulk and whine about it, "still wasn't funny, y/n," he muttered playing with a ring on his finger.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you into his lap in the chair. You sit with him for a minute before the stylists have to come back over and fix him up for the stage.

“When you get done being the infamous T.O.P. we’ll get some dinner. Anything my baby wants.” You wink at him as you try to help him feel better.

“Anything?” he eyes you up and down and licks his bottom lip. You blush and giggle at his innuendo.

“Only if you can be a good boy,” you size him up with a wag of your finger as the stylist place his jacket on his shoulders. He laughs as he steps away from the ladies and wraps you in his arms.

“Yes ma’am,” he gives you a passionate kiss, just as your about to melt into it, you hear Ji-yong’s voice.

“Seunghyun, let’s go!” you groan as he hesitantly breaks away from you to run on stage and do what he does best. You smile to yourself as you know more prank wars will ensue.

[darkita11]

Carol crumbs cause it's been a busy week 💦

Slightly deeper analysis below ↴

LM: This little kid won't stop getting in the way since the 80's! He's getting tired of seeing him but he can't help but feel intrigued by his strength

GJ: They've shared a couple words on the waiting room at the neurologist, though Carol only goes bc he goes to moshpits and shows up lightheaded on training the next day

VK: Carol thinks that the retired military to boxer thing is pretty metal, VK is happy to tell him his stories (also slight crush on VK bc he's still a self insert of mine 😼)

DK: Disco is better at the dancefloor than the ring, Carol is the opposite. Carol has gone to a few kickboxing classes with Disco for fun (they were a mesa) and they enjoy learning each other's dance styles

KH: Carol has asked him to teach him how to growl like him, "your voice is so metal" King Hippo doesn't really understand what he means tho

PH: Piston often helps Carol cool down if he gets too intense. Have gone to a Babymetal concert together. Btw Carol is friends with everyone in the Mayor circuit :D

BH: Friends. Kinda like a cool uncle to Carol, "you can't not get along with this guy!". They have fun at the grill

GT: Friends, though Tiger seems to get along better with his clones so they're not very close

DF: As fellow Spanish speakers early on the WVBA friendship was quick to spark. However their rankings on the latest instalment made Carol jealous, and rivalry was a lot more evident. Don would shove on his face how popular he was amongst women and how cool his Mayor circuit belt looks on him too. Outside the ring they're still good friends tho! The chase of the champion title is the one thing turning their friendship a bit rocky

AR: Two crazy freaks bonding over national dances and aggressive fighting style? Yeah

BB: He's aware that his whole character is about being intimidating and strong like a wild animal but thinks he takes it a bit too far. Carol's character also plays that role but messing with the ref and throwing dumbbells to the public is just disrespectful. He's thought that maybe there's something underneath that facade but it's just hard to see through him.

SP: They've shared one too many drinks before but they end up too hungover to remember they're friends or had a great time last night

SMM: They have clashing personalities. However one day they're calling each other names and the next one they're doing silly stuff like dancing or putting makeup on together. They both seem to have a single braincell that pair up in random moments.

MS: Carol grew up admiring Mr Sandman's intimidating personality and incredible strength. He was scared af to actually meet him in the WVBA but after his crushing defeat (Expected) he turned out to be a chill guy! They listen to heavy metal and go to concerts together, Carol helped him pick his theme for the Wii instalment too. They like to blast metal at the gym to have it all for themselves

DL: Carol rarely talks to Mac soo how's he supposed to know anything beyond that?

R: He kinda misses Mario cause he wouldn't let any of the boxers shove him or throw him off the ring. Doesn't like his lack of authority pretty much

C: I mean he's already friends with Don so how wouldn't he know his gf

[magix-winx-club]

A Collection of Daryl Dixon Date Ideas: Paint Party

Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: Just fluff guys. Reader and Daryl go on a date. It is not what he expected.

It was a couple days later when Daryl had a bit more time now that the run was finally over and done with that he remembered the jar he had put under his bed. He was laying in bed, thinking about you, as he would so often do. It was still weird to him, to know what it was that he was feeling when he was around you. He always thought you were just really good friends until Carol had to practically sit down with him to explain the difference. He rubbed at his face, feeling his cheeks flame up at the awkward mess he had been with you after Carol’s talk. But now that you and him were together he couldn’t really complain. Well, besides one other thing he never got to do. Add no real dates to the list of things from the old world he never had, like no gifts from Santa Claus, no pet pony, never eating frozen yoghurt. Maybe it was silly of him but the thought made him sad. 

The candle on his nightstand swayed gently in the wind. The window close to his bed was open, for once the stink of the world did not seem to reach his room. He went straight to the shower when he got home, the cramped bathroom not much to look at, but it was all Daryl’s so he did not mind. Even so, he could do with the showerhead being a bit higher up, so he wouldn’t keep bonking his forehead against it, or bending at the knee to clean the top of his head. Either way, he couldn’t complain too much. Daryl adjusted the fluffy pillow Eric insisted on him having, together with the navy blue bed sheets, and a throw over blanket, or whatever they were called. He let his hand fall off to the side, his fingertips just gracing something cold. Involuntarily his lips twitched into  a slight grin. Quickly he leaned more to the side, his hands grasping the cold surface and pulling it out, where it was slightly hidden underneath the bed. He turned the jar around in his hand for a bit, his hands steady but his heart skipping a beat. Grunting he sat up, pulling the candle on the old no vintage as Eric called it, nightstand a bit closer. With a resounding pop, he opened the lid. Not sure if he should just pick the first one or, dump em all out, he just reached in as if it was a big bowl of bingo balls, trying to grasps one of them little fuckers in his hands. 

With a triumphant smirk he had a folded up piece of paper in his hand. Now he could feel his hands sweat a bit. He knew, you would never know if he just took another one if he did not like the date idea, and technically rules did not really exist anymore but something made him want to follow them all the same. He just really hoped he liked whatever he drew. 

Like ripping a bandaid off he unfolded the paper quickly, what he saw made his brow furrow, his head title to the side, and automatically his thumb came up to his mouth. What the hell was a paint party? 

Daryl had pondered over your note for the last two days, you had noticed, along with the rest of Alexandria that his mood was not the greatest. He had that searching lookin in his eyes surveying yours. Daryl knew he should just come right out and ask but he did not want to ruin the surprise, if it was supposed to be a surprise, he had no idea how these things worked. Finally, his shoulders slumped and with his head down he went to Eric and Aaron. “Any of ya’s know wha’ the hell a Paint Party supposed to be?” He grounded out in one big breath, knowing that if he did not do it now he never would. Eric’s eyes lit up, Aaron just rolled his. “Yeah, why? Is someone throwing one?” He asked eager. “Nah, ‘s just wondering.” Daryl’s thumb found its way to his mouth again, his stance half turned from the two, so Aaron took pity on him. “It is when you get some painting stuff and friends, family, whoever can get together and paint. You usually drink wine. It is mostly about having fun, not about actually being good at painting. You know?” Daryl nodded in contemplation. Not a date he would have gone for. “Food and the movies out before the world went to shit?” He was so far out of his comfort zone with this one, why would you think it was a good idea? Eric and Aaron shared a look obviously picking up on the nerves of the archer. Eric just nodded at Aaron, the latter going to their cabinet, he pulled out a dark bottle with some fancy label. “Here, take wine. Get the table cleared of everything, get some paints, cook some food,” “Finger food, like mini Pizza or something, should have a recipe for it without ,you know, all the stuff we do not have.” Eric interjected. “And I think in storage there are some small canvases to paint on. Found an art supply a while back but no one has used them as far as I know.” Daryl was not looking at the two but they could tell he was listening with rapt attention. “Thanks.” He turned around wanting to get out of this conversation but before he could get too far Eric yelled. “And if you two wanna do one again we are always free.” “Oh hush, Eric.” Aaron nudged his husband to be quiet. 

It took another couple days for Daryl to wrap his mind around this whole idea. But he had done everything Aaron and Eric told him to. He even managed to not burn the Pizza’s currently held warm in the oven. A resounding knock brought Daryl out of his mental checklist. Taking a deep breath, he tried to get his hair out of his face. In two long strides he was by the door and there you were, a big smile on your face. He thought at once that he should probably have picked you up, but he was too stressed about these damn mini pizzas. What was the point of eating if all was one bite size? And to top everything off, Aaron had given him fresh bed sheets, with the biggest grin on his face. He should have punched him for that, Daryl thought. 

But none of that mattered now, now that you were here, looking like you did. It was not that you dressed up much, just made sure your clothes were clean and maybe a bit nicer than usual. Clearing his throat he stepped aside, letting you in his small one bedroom apartment. You gasped, spinning around with stars in your eyes. His table in the middle of the room had two small canvases, some paint he scoured up and the bottle of wine from Aaron and Eric. At once you began to laugh. “Oh to be a fly on the wall when this is the paper you picked,” you could not help but giggle, trying to stifle it by biting on your lips. Daryl just rolled his eyes, hiding his own grin, yeah he was a bit confused at the idea. 

He made his way to the oven pulling out the pizzas. “You’s just gonna stand there?” Promptly you snatched one of the pizzas, “nope.” before he could take it back you spun around planting yourself at one end of a canvas. “Wanna make a bet?” a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. You knew Daryl could not resist a good bet. “‘m listenin’.” You picked up a paint brush and began twirling it, a sure grin on your face. “Whoever can paint the other better gets one free wish.” You were so sure you would win, you did not even care about the next part. “And the other cannot refuse.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. He just smirked “You on.” 

The night was filled with laughter, paint splatter everywhere and Pizza crumbs on your clothes. But the one thing you did not expect from the evening, the one you cursed yourself at: Who knew Daryl Dixon could paint like this? Not you were eating your words. 

[spotaus]

Boys, hold me to this one, I'm gonna make a Papyrus oc.

Not exactly a new idea, but I've been sleeping on Papyri since I joined this Fandom and I refuse to keep going. We (I) need more Papyruses with the dramatic Sans backstories without directly swapping a sans, and I shall provide at least One.

[apocalypticdemon]

finally did my goddamn dishes. and that wasn't all i managed to do today. fuck yeah.

had a meeting for thesis prep. bmv trip. rough plan for friday's discussion lecture. cooked dinner for the first time in like 3 weeks. read ~50 pages of academic text for 2 classes and a paper revision.

feels like i didn't do enough but. considering that yesterday i managed... going to classes and nothing else! and monday i was only capable of doing the required meetings i had, this is a pretty good day!

[medicinemane]

The problem with a lot of body horror for me is it's just gross without being compelling

Like yeah you had that person tear their leg open and pull muscle away from bone in a way that's very uncomfortable... but I don't care. Or a lot of Hostel style horror for me it's just kinda... yeah... grossing me out isn't some kinda win

Cause it's not that I don't like body horror, I love Dead Space for instance which... kinda the core pillar of that is body horror if we're honest

Could be a matter of that that kind of body horror is more fantastic making it easier to digest, I will advance that as a theory, but personally I kinda think that it's more that they do something actually interesting with it

Like if I wanted to I could probably see a really fucked up leg wound (and worse) in looking online about this shitty world

Can't really find dead bodies contorted into killing machines though

So I kinda feel like it's my problem with a lot of horror, of that it's horrible in a mundane way where as I'm looking for some unfathomable secret out of horror

So there's a difference between some stabbing a person in the eye cause they're just a shitty person, and doing it to try and create a replica of an alien artifact that gives unlimited energy but also drives people crazy and then turns their bodies into horrible monstrosities

One is just way more interesting to me

[mystic-mae]

i need some motivation to do shit, so like... notes thingy i guess

100 notes - water consumption for the body. marching band season made me realize i dont drink enough fucking water out here. (alright, i guess i need water now... I WAS DRINKING TEA EARLIER. THATS CLOSE ENOUGH, RIGHT??)

200 notes - food consumption, i guess. i'll try to eat 3 full meals a day. enough to make my body full and stuff. (gods dammit. well, i already ate breakfast and lunch, and i have leftovers from lunch, so, i guess dinner's all set for me.)

300 notes - homework completion. i've been lacking in my homework game, and i definitely need to improve it this semester. (...i'll start my chem homework tomorrow since saturdays are my rest days, okay??? MOST OF MY WEEKEND HOMEWORK IS DONE BUT THANKS FOR CARING, CHAT)

400 notes - writing hobby. i need motivation to write lore for my dnd campaign (#runaway ruler dnd / #convict ruler dnd / #ruined ruler dnd universe if you want to follow along my shitposting for that) (i already started shitposting for runaway ruler again, so check it out. I WILL WRITE LORE FOR EACH ARC DONT WORRY IM JUST BARELY GETTING STARTED ON THE SECOND ARC SINCE ITS VERY LONG)

500 notes - animation gift. i'm making a little valentine's gift for my spouses, and it's gonna be 1:34 seconds long... I need motivation to actually animate lmao. (i'll do bits and pieces throughout the week. don't worry, i plan to figure this out [i haven't animated in months, and even then i barely scratched the animation surface])

1000 notes - script memorization. i uh... need to memorize my silly little script for a production coming up in a month. im performing in front of kids so like... the script's pretty short and easy. im the antagonist in my cast >:]. (sick, let's go. i love myself some memorization.)

2000 notes - chest binder shopping. i'll ask my parents if i can get a chest binder. ive been meaning to get one for myself for some time now. im getting desperate for one. (i suppose i'll ask today or tomorrow... or over the weekend- that's when most of the shopping happens, anyways.)

3000 notes - leaving the closet. i'll come out to the rest of my family that i'm trans, aromantic, all the nine yards about my lgbtq+ identities. i'll definitely have to schedule a good day to do that. (HELLO??? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?? OKAY FINE I'LL FIGURE OUT A DAY. I'LL COME BACK TO YOU WITH THAT-)

4000 notes - researching possible colleges across my state and outside my state. because i wanna get out of here.

5000 notes - order a suit. preferably black or purple. because i need more gender affirming clothes in the formal department.

EDIT: do however many notes you want. i know i said 10 notes per person earlier, but like... go wild i guess

[carnageacorn]

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[pr0cyon-lotor]

Au where SVSSS has a/b/o dynamics, but so does the world Shen Yuan came from.

SY is an alpha in his last life but like never used it. And because he never used his alpha status, he grew to resent it. When he croaks and gets booted into PIDW, the system reveals he's a beta this life. And he's like "FUCK YEAH!!! I don't have to get impossibly horny just because someone smelled nice!"

He somehow ends up in Cang Qiong Mountain in the beast peak. He's living his best life, unaware that he still technically acts like an alpha. He acts aggressive if someone tries to take his stuff and he can intimidate any alpha that messes with his juniors.

The beast peak lord sees this along with his good cultivation and aptitude with beasts and says "Y'know what'd be funny?" And makes him the head disciple.

And like imagine Shen Yuan accidentally walking into another head disciple having a heat in the middle of a hunt and he brings them to Qian Cao without trouble. Like not even fazed because he can't really smell them, but everyone thinks he's just so chivalrous and has a strong grasp on his instincts.

Anyway when they ascend, its established that all the peak lords are alphas except for SQH who is an omega and MQF who is a beta. (They are all wrong)

Anyway during a Peak Lord meeting someone fucks up and reveals that they're an omega. This leads to a domino effect and everyone reveals that they're also omegas masquerading as alphas.

Now cue MQF and SQH sweating bullets and revealing that they're both alphas. And everyone is like "But Mu-shidi never smelled like one and you never reacted when one of us was in heat" and he's like "scent blockers and willpower + common decency"

And everyone turns to SQH like "You don't act like one" and he's like "Okay rude, but fair."

And then YQY says something like "Well three alphas out of twelve peaks. What a small fraction." And SY is like "Oh, who's the third alpha?"

Everyone looks at him and goes "You?"

And SY is like "Girl where 🤨 I'm a beta"

That leads to another screaming match and then YQY recounts "Two alphas, nine omegas, and one beta"

Anyway shenanigans ensue. I just want polycule silliness

[miniimight]

"S'NOT MY BIRTHDAY..." silly girl, thinking you need an occasion in order to be spoiled by them!

with gojo, nanami x fem!reader

notes trying out this writing thing again lol

in previous relationships, you had to deal with the bare minimum. a generic greeting card on valentine's day, a bunch of snacks for your birthday, and a necklace for christmas because 'that's what girls like, right?'

now, with him, it's different. he has no qualms about getting you anything your eyes linger on, no matter the price. he had so much money, he picked things up and swiped his card without so much as a glance at the cost. it baffled you sometimes.

it happened was early on in your relationship. you then quickly learned to just sit back and let him spoil you!!

GOJO

satoru's fingers were laced with yours as he swung your connected arms between you. he inhaled deeply, looking up at the high ceiling of the mall. "today's a good a day as any to throw some cash, don't you think baby?"

you giggle and squeeze his hand. "one or two things should be okay." that's what you budgeted for, anyway.

he rolled his eyes, scolding you for your tiny imagination before allowing you to pull him along to your favorite stores.

it wasn't long before your eyes spotted the store you loved but couldn't afford. your stare was glued to the window display, all the cute tops and pants and bags and shoes and bracelets and...

when he felt your steps slow, satoru glanced at you. you were laser focused on the clothing store—naturally, he sharply turned towards it.

"hey!" you squeaked at the sudden change of direction, and you hurried to match his pace again. "toru??"

"i saw you looking, baby, why didn't you just say you wanted to check it out?" he teased.

you looked over to the side, embarrassed. "i... i don't wanna tempt myself, cus i know i'll gaslight myself into buying something."

he narrowed his eyes, not in scorn but in confusion. "who said you were buying anything?"

"huh?" you chirped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

gojo stared blankly at you. you really were adorable, thinking he wouldn't spend his last dime on whatever you wanted, regardless of how trivial it was. a smile pulled at his lips.

"my sweet girl," he cooed. "my sweet, slow girl..."

you gasped indignantly and poked satoru's side, earning a giggle from him. "slow?!"

"obviously, i'll by whatever you want, silly." he tugged you towards the entrance of the store.

"but..." you resisted his pull. "it's not my birthday or anything..."

huh? he pouted. "as if i need a special reason to get you stuff."

"but..." heat creeped up your neck as you reveled in the unfamiliar feeling of being spoiled. something inside you told you that he was just being nice and was waiting for you to shut him down, save him the expenses. "it's not fair, is it? i didn't get you anything so far..."

his face fell slightly as he pulled you away from the busy traffic of the moving crowds. satoru pulled your chin up to face him. "i dunno what's running through that pretty head of yours, but answer me this, okay?"

you nod.

"you want it?" he gestured towards the store.

you hesitated, eyes straying from his face. he quickly squished your cheeks, causing your eyes to widen and snap to his. "—!"

"don't overthink it, pretty girl, just tell me."

"yesfh." you answer dejectedly, muffled against his hands.

"then you'll have it." he told you. "i want you to have anything and everything you say you want. i wanna buy it for you. and being able to hear you say 'my boyfriend got this for me' is all i need in return." he grinned cheekily.

you pouted, looking unbelievably cute in his eyes. he despises the partners of your past for leading you astray, thinking you needed to do something special in order to be appreciated. don't worry, he'll fix that in no time.

he pecked your pursed lips before hugging you. "okay?"

you giggle. "okay."

"yay!! now let's go!!"

by the end of the day, he had to call ichiji to help carry all the bags to the car. he was so proud of you!

NANAMI

kento was your shadow as you glided through the store, picking up things and setting them down.

"oh, this is so cute!" you squealed holding up a tee for him to see.

he smiled, more because of your excited expression than the t-shirt. "it is. you should get it."

you hummed, in thought. your hands drifted over the material, picking up the tag before inhaling sharply. "nah, another time."

he frowned. you'd done this at every store so far, picking up things you said you liked but leaving them behind. he was bewildered. "but... you like it, do you not?"

you winced, hoping this topic wouldn't come up. "i do! it's just the price. out of my budget, you know?" you said, trying to be light. you burned with discomfort. might as well just say you're poor.

kento frowned. "oh..."

"yeah."

you quickly turned away, avoiding the confused look on his face.

"y/n." he called you.

"...yes?" you glanced behind you, seeing him standing over the shirts.

"are you under the impression that you would be paying?" he asked.

you blinked. "oh?" yes, you were, but you were surprised to learn that he had the opposite understanding. "well... yeah."

he frowned, disappointed with himself. "i'm sorry. i didn't intend to make you feel that way."

you stepped closer, rubbing his arm soothingly. "what are you talking about?" you laughed softly. "you didn't make me feel any kind of way. i'm not upset, if that's what you're getting at. i never expected you to spend your money on me."

his frown only deepened. oh, how he has failed. "why not?"

you faltered. how did you manage to make it worse? "i'm not sure i understand..."

kento shook his head. "have you been thinking you'd be using your own money for purchases? this whole time?"

"um..."

"sweetheart, i'm paying. for everything, at all times." he refused to hear anything else, cutting you off when you opened your mouth to retort. "we'll have to circle back to the stores we previously visited."

it was your turn to frown. "kento, it won't be my birthday for a few months! you don't have to get me anything right now."

"what does your birthday have to do with anything?" he asked, genuinely confused. "i don't mean to interrogate you, my love, but i think i am the one who doesn't understand."

"you'd get me anything i asked for?" you shoot back, spelling it out for him. "for no reason?"

"for one reason," he replied. "simply because you want it. it'd make you happy."

warmth spread across your face. "that's two reasons." you mumbled.

he clicked his tongue, exacerbating your bashfulness when he pulled you into his side. he kissed your forehead. "you make me laugh, y/n. i was so confused as to why you weren't getting anything. surely that's not how you usually shop."

he bought that shirt for you, as well as the many things you thought were cute at all the stores you stepped foot in. now, you shop without any hesitations.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

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• 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

+18 minors do not interact

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• Oldman Logan who absolutely loves your cooking. Especially the steak you often make for him. He’s like a carnivore when he comes home after a long day and there you are waiting for him. You feed him good–

• Oldman Logan who lets you trim his beard, he lets you cut his hair and wash it for him. He can admire your beautiful face and caress your body with his rough calloused hands as you sit on his lap and trim his beard. He hums in approval and kisses your lips softly as endless thank you’s for taking such a good care of him.

• Oldman Logan who doesn’t let you to work. He swore to provide for you– so even though it makes him incredibly grumpy as a side hustle you sell your paintings and make extra income from that. He loves your painting but he doesn’t like you to worry about income. Because he can do it all and does it perfectly.

• Oldman Logan who never asks for anything, but lets you bake him a cake every birthday and celebrate it with you. You’re his soulmate so even though he wears specs to see you better– he blows out the candles with you and cuddles you on his lap. You are wearing his favourite dress and he peppers your face in kisses. With a smile you slide a new pack of cigars in his breast pocket and he gives you the most charming drop dead gorgeous smiles. You melt away-

• Oldman Logan who adores the way you plan everything. Weekends are your date nights. He comes home with flowers and your favourite chocolates and you swoon over the gesture because it melts you so much. You play board games, watch movies, talk about so many things and it never gets old especially the laughing part. Logan almost never laughs but you bring this out of him. Your giggles just warm his soul and he’s a happy man.

• Oldman Logan who promised to make you children. So when it eventually comes and you get pregnant he takes extra good care of you. You feel like on a nine could when he carries you to bed late at nights after watching movies, when he cleans up after dinner, when he cuddles the hell out of you because he cannot get enough of you. He comes along when you do shopping and pushes the cart with you- reaching for the stuff which is high when you cannot reach. You swoon at how tall he is. You swoon at the size of his big hands and sometimes you cannot let go of his hand because he makes your heart race.

• Oldman Logan who loves watching you apply lotion to your round pregnant bump, telling you he doesn’t care if you get stretch marks. He will love them the same way the way he loves you. Unconditionally. He’s eager to become a father and you swoon once again at the way he treats you.

• Oldman Logan who loves taking you from behind, lightly bending you over the kitchen island, while you make dinner and pound you silly whenever your newborn sleeps so you two have some time alone.

• Oldman Logan who loves the way your lips wrap around his veiny length. He gets to see you like this often since you love sucking his cock. Lightly teasing him and gulping on his warm cum. He praises you- and tangles his fingers in your hair coaxing you even closer sliding his length in your throat and you like a good needy wife accept it all. He has an extra view since your breasts are on display for him and you make him all breathless and he moans for you. Only for you. In general your intimacy blooms as you two become parents and you already both plan for another one. Little army of Howletts.

• Oldman Logan who wakes with you during middle of the night feeds. Even though he’s tired he helps you with everything and you tell him he can rest he refuses to sleep without you in bed. He cuddles your little one on his chest, and you secretly take so many photos whenever he dozes off on the couch holding your sleeping little one on his chest.

• Oldman Logan who protects you and keeps you safe, no matter if it costs him few more additional wounds. And you’re the same with him- you protect and care for him in return because you’re a wife. He sees you as his Angel.

• in additional bullet point here Logan is ♾️/10 husband, father and definitely the best man ever.

[owuwi]

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

NSFW ALPHABET.ᐟ

pairings: switch!caitlyn kiramman x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, usage of strap, mentions of free use, sex positions, mentions pussy eating, mentions of overstimulating, mentions of sex toys, mentions of knife play and anal as a turn off

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sosososo caring!

even if she's tired, she'll always get you whatever you need. she's the type of girl to place soft, slow kisses along every inch of your burning skin, not caring about the thin layer of sweat covering your body. her hands roam all over you in the gentlest manner, wanting you to feel as relaxed as possible. after doing all of this, she'll carry you bridal style and give you a bath — if you're too tired, she'll simply clean you up with a warm towel —.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

in her, it's her waist. have you seen it? you can basically grab it with only one hand! she knows it amplifies her good looks and will always wear certain clothes that emphasizes her curves.

on you, it's any plushy part. whether it's your thighs, your ass, your tummy, or your breasts. she loves holding onto your body and she loves feeling your flesh. her love for your body isn't always sexual, she feels pure adoration whenever she looks at you and she can't hide it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she never gets tired of seeing you cum.

no matter how many time's you've done it, seeing how your body reacts to such intense pleasure created by her is something that never fails to amaze her. she loves making you cum more than she can explain and will never get tired of experiencing your reactions, which often leads to her overstimulating you and constantly asking you for one more orgasm.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this woman is a freak.

it's something she's not exactly proud of yet can't control. she's even a bit embarrassed because she never thought she'd ever act like this. when she first met you, she wasn't exactly experienced nor knew a lot of sexual stuff — she was quite awkward and let you had control almost every time — ,but that quickly changed once your relationship got more serious and as time passed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she definitely knows what she's doing.

she's a fast learner so it doesn't take her long to get to know your body — to figure out what you like and what you don't —, and she definitely takes advantage of her little skill. she knows how to get you dripping in a couple of seconds, she knows how to have you begging for her touch, and she definitely enjoys seeing you so desperate.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style or you riding her.

she loves the sight doggy style provides and it's a position where she has more control. her hands are always on your ass — constantly groping and slapping it — and she loves leaning down to press slow kisses all over your back — especially when she's fucking you rougher —.

she feels like a teenage boy whenever you're riding her; the most love-struck look plastered on her face as you bounce up and down her strap. she was definitely awkward the first time you did this, her hands basically glued besides her own legs as she watched you. she became more confident over time, soft palms roaming over every single inch of your body — her hips occasionally thrusting up to meet your movements —.

as for sub!cait, she loves when you drape her legs over your shoulders. it's a position which makes her lose all control and she's on your mercy, making her feel vulnerable — in a good way — and under your care.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

despite everything, she's still a silly little thing.

she cannot stop giggling when you start taking off her clothes or even when you're kissing, soft laughs constantly slipping past her lips. it's a reaction she's always had whenever she gets too excited so she can't really control it, yet she totally tries to be more serious at times — especially when she's the one in control —.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

her bush grows fast and it's thick — yet soft —.

she trims her bush whenever she can just because she finds it more comfortable, though she'll definitely let it grow a bit more if you ask her nicely. however there are obviously times where she's too busy to trim it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is always present in your relationship.

during sexual acts, she always wants you to feel and know how much she loves you. after being rough or kinkier on you, she doesn't waste any time to shower you in affection and murmuring how much she cares about you; how you're the best thing that's ever happened to her and how she can't bare the thought of losing you.

intimacy outside of sex is something she cherishes. she loves those warm, quiet little moments with you. she loves brushing her fingers along your body, tracing your curves while listening to your soft breathing. what she loves the most is listening to your heartbeat, especially after a shitty day. you're all she needs in her life and to feel better.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

she only does it when she's really stressed and busy.

on those times where she's not with you and she really needs to blow some steam, she slips her hand inside her pants and allows herself to get carried away. she doesn't do it often because she's grown accustomed to the pleasure only you can provide her, though she always thinks of you on those rare moments when she touches herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

free use and orgasm control.

she's a busy and stressed woman, often seeking relief after a rough day, and you're always her best solution. she mostly does this when she comes back home and she doesn't want to distract you from what you're doing — which is usually making her some dinner —, so she simply buries her face in the crook of your neck and allows her hands to roam all over your body. 'mhm... don't mind me..' those are the words she always murmurs as her hand slip inside your underwear, sliding up and down your slightly slick folds.

she loves having control over everything she possibly can, and that includes your pleasure. despite loving seeing you fall apart for her, there are other ways she enjoys breaking you. she's sneaky about it at first, not wanting you to see her real intentions, and it would be cute if it wasn't for how mean she gets. she won't let you cum no matter how much you beg or cry, she'll only give you what you crave after she feels she's had enough.

oh but if you try and control her orgasm, she'll immediately understand the torture she puts you through and claims she won't do it again — though that's a lie —.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

she doesn't really have a favorite place. as long as you two are comfortable, she'll fuck you anywhere. though the place she enjoys having sex the most is somewhere more private. she relishes in hearing you moan, in hearing how you scream her name while she makes you see stars, so doing it somewhere more public won't allow you to be loud.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your reactions.

the way you react to her will never fail to get her going. she loves the way your body shivers under her fingertips, the way your skin heats up as she kisses her way down, the way you twitch as she makes contact with your drooling pussy, and she obviously can't forget about the way you moan. seeing the effect she has on you brings her such indescribable pleasure, normally resulting in her fucking you for hours — whether it's with her mouth, fingers, or strap —.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that will hurt you + stuff you aren't into.

she cannot stand even the mere thought of you being in actual pain while being intimate, especially not pain she caused. despite her rough she can be, you're her whole life and she never wants you to be in any discomfort. she's not into hitting you, making you bleed, nor truly making you cry.

for sub!cait, she's not into anal. the idea turns her off and it's not something she's excited — willing — to try.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she loves both giving and receiving.

this woman eats pussy like she's starving and never bothers to hide it. she knows how to use her mouth; dragging her tongue up and down your slick folds and toying with your red clit before sucking harshly — a combination of her saliva and your arousal dripping down her chin —. she takes pleasure in making you feel good, though there are times where all she needs is your head between her legs.

on those nights after she came home exhausted, all she needs is you. she's way too tired to pleasure you so she prefers you making her feel good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow yet rough!

taking her time with you it's something she adores. she always makes sure every single inch of you is kissed and worshipped before finally fucking you. she keeps her pace slow but her thrusts are brutal; driving her strap so deep until it kisses your cervix. she snaps her hips against yours precisely, her moves calculated and made to turn you into a whining mess. if it was up to her, she'll fuck you like that every time, though she eventually increases her speed once you start begging her to do so.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

only on those moments where she's in a rush or you two don't have enough privacy. she's not a big fan because it doesn't allow her to explore your body but she doesn't hate quickies — she never hates having sex with you —. quickies are something you two mostly do in her office or before attending somewhere.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

for sure.

caitlyn loves trying new things and she's constantly showing you stuff she'd like to try; it'd be adorable how excited she gets if it weren't for the filthy stuff she shows you. it's not that your sex life is boring or anything like that — on the whole contrary, you two are young and full of energy �� but she likes to experiment. her risks are meticulously planned, though. if you're fucking in a more public space and you think you two are going to get caught, you're wrong; she had already this whole meeting and made sure no one was going to be present — yet she would never tell you —.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

she cums way too fast whenever she's too excited/aroused but her stamina makes up for it. she can go for 4-5 rounds before taking a break, using that time to make sure you're okay and shower you with praises.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

just some straps and a vibrator.

she uses the vibrator on you but never makes you cum with it, quickly replacing her fingers or her mouth — wanting to feel you releasing under her proper touch —. she has two straps — a thick and long one and a smaller one — and she uses them on you and you use them on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

just a little bit.

it's usually something she does unconsciously when she makes you wait, soft murmurs of 'be patient', 'let me enjoy your body a bit more, love', 'so needy', leaving her lips as she explores your body and makes sure you're dripping for her. she doesn't do it on purpose because she knows you won't hesitate on giving her a taste of her own medicine the next time you're topping, and this woman can't handle teasing — she tries but she always fails to keep her composure —.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

she tries to control herself but always ends up failing.

she lets out soft sighs of pleasure at first, bitting down on her bottom lip or placing the back of her hand over her lips as a way of silencing the louder noises that threaten to slip out, though she can't hold back for much longer. eventually, those faint breaths turn into moans, not loud enough to alarm neighbors but louder than her previous sounds. she definitely gets more high-pitched and close to whining when she's about to orgasm, her sounds breathy and broken.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

doesn't matter how many times you two have done it, she still gets all giddy.

her hands get all shaky and sweaty, her lips formed into a dumb smile as she stares at you — revealing her tooth gap —, and her cheeks flushed with a pink hue. she secretly loves the effect you always have on her and it's something that'll never fail to amaze her; the ability you have to turn her into a mess.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 inch dark blue strap, i don't make the rules.

if we're talking about underwear, this woman wears the finest there is. she has the most beautiful, lace matching sets ever — almost all of them dark blue, of course, though she has some black ones — and also robes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high.

she's obsessed with you. one glance at your sweaty, burnt out body and she immediately wants to go for another round. if you're too tired or simply not in the mood for more, she holds onto the little self control she has left and forces herself to stop being a horny little bastard — prioritizing your boundaries —.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it kinda depends on how spent she is.

if she's not so tired, she'll simply wrap her arms around you and pull your head against her chest; wanting you to fall asleep first before she eventually closes her eyes. if she is tired, she falls asleep pretty quickly. she'll keep you close to her body as she allows herself to relax, enjoying how the warmth of your body envelops her.

[rafey-baby]

sweet treat 2

construction worker!rafe who spends his days ‘lifting heavy stuff and building shit’ and driving shy!reader home, shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night...

c/w: fluff, smut: slight somnophilia, dry humping, p-in-v, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2.7k

so this story was supposed to be just a small drabble consisting of a few silly sentences but then i got a bit carried away..

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It’s past midnight when her doorbell rings, making her brows furrow. She throws the fluffy covers away, immediately yearning for the warmth of them as she pads her bare feet along the chilly hardwood floors of her apartment.  

No one has ever been at her door this late, which makes her hesitate. Maybe it’s just her neighbor asking for sugar, she tries to reason, as if the retired elderly lady living next door would even be up this late. For all she knows, it could be a criminal who’s escaped prison, holding a bloody knife at her. 

Curiosity ends up getting the best of her (as always) when she gingerly opens the door, mentally preparing to face a serial killer.

However, all her worries wash away like pollen under rain when she realizes it’s Rafe standing tall before her. 

“Oh, hi. What are you— what are you doing here?” a surprised look paints over her countenance.  

“You forgot this in my car, thought you might want it back,” he smiles, holding out a phone to her, the pale yellow case making her realize it’s her phone. She almost doesn’t recognize it, since it appears so tiny in his massive paw, almost like a miniature version of the device she’s grown accustomed to.  

“Oh my god, I was looking everywhere for it, thought I was gonna have to buy a new one,” she takes it from him, a grateful smile etching her features.  

“Yeah, couldn’t exactly call,” he shakes his head at his terrible attempt at a joke. 

A delighted giggle escapes her throat, nonetheless, eyes crinkling and teeth poking out; forcing the corners of his mouth to lift up as well as he finally takes in her appearance; a worn-out t-shirt a few sizes too big and…well, that’s it.

She’s not wearing anything else and he’s trying his hardest not to stare at her plush thighs, or the way the hem of the shirt slightly climbs up, revealing even more skin as she rakes a hand through a messy head of hair.

She swallows nervously under his attention.  

Unfortunately for the both of them, he never ended up doing anything when she came over to his place last week and had him cook for her. He just felt so bad about initiating something like that when she kept yawning through forkfuls of pasta, eyes barely staying open as she complained about her limbs aching and how she was so exhausted she could sleep for an entire week after the particularly long shift she’d had.  

Which is why he simply drove her home after their late-night dinner and wished her a good night with a heavy hand on her shoulder before letting her get some much needed rest, telling himself he could be patient.

However, she’s not making it very easy for him when there’s only one piece of clothing covering her at the moment— she looks so sleepy and pretty he has half the mind to pick her up in his arms right now and slump down on her bed, crawl under crisp sheets and feel her lungs expand against his chest.  

“Uh, sorry, did I wake you?” he asks, suddenly worried he’s disturbed her serene slumber.  

“No, no. I mean, I was in bed but couldn’t really sleep so…” she trails off, desperately trying to come up with something to make him stay a bit longer; finding immense comfort in his assured presence.  

“Um, do you— do you want to come in? I could make you some tea or something?” she clumsily offers, not wanting him to go just yet.

His brows raise in surprise because she’s being uncharacteristically bold, making his mouth twist in amusement. 

“Actually, forget I said anything, you’re probably really tired and jus’ wanna go home, sorry, don’t know why I even—” she scrambles to correct herself, and now that sounds more like the girl Rafe’s grown accustomed to.  

“Nah, of course I’ll come in,” he cuts her off, stepping past the threshold before taking a look around her cozy home; picturesque paintings fixed on the cream-colored walls and leafy plants adding greenery to the small space. It’s cute, he thinks.  

She sets a steaming mug in front of him when he takes a seat around the kitchen table. And when she sits down on a chair next to him, he can’t help but stare at the way the bottom of her shirt rides up, revealing the tops of her thighs and allowing for the flimsy material of her panties to peek out.

He clears his throat.  

“You, uh, you have trouble sleeping a lot?” he tries to focus on something else, anything else while taking a quick sip of the searing liquid; nearly burning his tongue in the process.  

“Yeah…sometimes it’s jus’ kinda hard to shut my brain off after spending all day at the cafe. Like I try to close my eyes, but then the loud voices of customers and the clinking of plates keep replaying in my head and suddenly m’wide awake, you know?”

“Is there anything that helps?” he prods.  

“Um, I don’t know, I guess jus’ trying to think of something else or talking with someone else,” she mumbles out. 

“Oh yeah? So, what you’re sayin’ is that you’re just usin’ me right now in order to fall asleep?” he teases, grinning when he manages to drag out another giggle from her.  

“Guess I am,” her eyes glimmer like little stars when she blinks up at him.  

“Should I feel offended right now?” he jokingly huffs.  

“No, you should feel flattered, I don’t invite just anyone into my home at almost 1 am, just so you know.” 

He thinks he likes this side of her, all playful and sleepy; a lot less reserved than her usual fully rested and overly conscious self, more carefree. Maybe that’s the reason he lets the next words escape his tongue.

“You, uh, you into cuddling?” he asks, noticing how her eyes round out in surprise.

“Uh— I mean, probably if I had someone to cuddle with, but I don’t so…” she drifts off, not sure how to respond. 

“Wanna cuddle with me?” he says it so nonchalantly, and she doesn’t understand how he’s so indifferent about this whole situation when she feels almost dizzy; dazed mind reeling and her vivid heart tingling in her ribcage. 

“You, um…you want to? But wouldn’t it be weird?”

“Why the fuck would it be weird? I mean, we’re friends, right?” his brows crease. 

“Yes, of course we are, I just—” 

“Look, all m’sayin’ is that it might help you sleep, yeah? Having somethin’ else to focus on ‘n shit,” he reasons, making her realize she’s totally overthinking this when he’s simply trying to help.  

“You’re right, yeah, we should do that then,” she agrees before swiftly getting up on wobbly feet—nearly falling face first on the ground, if not for his strong grip on her waist steadying her, drawing a faint gasp from the back of her throat at the sudden proximity.  

“Easy there, sweetheart,” he chuckles, finding her eagerness to get into bed with him rather amusing.  

“Sorry,” she mumbles, a raspberry hue dusting over her cheeks.  

And that’s how they end up tangled in each other under her soft sheets, his beefy arms wrapped tightly around her middle— caging her in with mindless fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. His sturdy chest rises and falls against her back in tandem with his steady breaths, pacifying her; coaxing her heavy lids to flutter shut.  

“You good?” he murmurs into her hair.

“Mhm,” she blissfully hums, letting out a content exhale because he’s so warm and big— making her feel so secure and safe she thinks she wouldn’t mind doing this again.  

Soon, her mind begins to topple over the edge of reality, plummeting into oblivion; a far away dreamland where everything is upside down and the ether is evermore the shade of fluffy cotton candy.  

‘Sweet dreams’ is the last thing her misty awareness grasps onto before she’s in the tender embrace of a place where the sand consists of stardust and ecstasy.

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She’s lethargic in her movements when she stirs from the abstruse blankness she seems to have lost herself in with Rafe’s heavy arm is draped over her waist, trapping her body into his.

The lines of her cerebrum are blurred and she’s not sure what woke her up because it’s still murky in her unlit bedroom— the pale moonlight gleaming through the slots of her curtains the only beacon illuminating the space.

Then, she feels it; something poking her from behind, pressing against her ass.

There’s a crinkle in her brow until her eyes widen in realization. He’s hard.

Rafe is hard and she can practically feel the culprit of his excitement since he’s only wearing a pair of boxers, having complained about getting all too hot during the night to wear anything more. 

She swallows.  

What is she supposed to do? 

She shifts against him, trying to untangle her limbs from his. However, her attempt is proved fruitless when instead of unchaining her, he lets out a low rumble— his grip only tightening around her smaller form.  

“Rafe?” she calls out. 

No response.  

“Rafe? Wake up.”  

Still nothing. 

She can feel his heavy breathing against her neck—bigger hands pawing at her hips every now and then and trying to pull her closer, as if they’re not already effectively glued together, leaving her no space to move.  

She’s already beginning to grow sticky between her thighs when he drags her against his cock again; seemingly stuck in some sort of a stupor.  

She can’t help but let out a faint mewl when her clit throbs, pestering for more friction since the soft fabric of her underwear is not even close to enough, more or less torturing her with the its cottony graze.

And that’s when Rafe finally stirs, the weight of his arm loosening like a tight knot unfurling, finally allowing for her lungs to greedily suck in the air of the quiet room.

“Shit— sorry, my bad,” his tone is gravelly, and she could swear some sort of birds begin flapping their wings in her tummy, jabbing at her insides in response.

However, he doesn’t pull away like she half expects. 

“It’s…uh— it’s okay. I mean…no worries, it happens,” she rambles with heated cheeks because what the fuck is she supposed to say to that? 

“Nah, s’fully my fault, jus’ had this, uh, nice dream,” he admits, voice coarse. 

“Oh. What was it about?” she inquires with a yawn, perhaps slightly too curious for her own good.  

“You wanna know?” his brows raise. 

She manages a hum.

“Well, there was this, uh, real pretty girl…‘n she had me in her mouth ‘n was lettin’ me do whatever I wanted,” he murmurs, a heady tone overlaying his response.  

“Oh.” She tries to appear indifferent, even if there’s a pitiful sprout of jealousy threatening to blossom in the pit of her stomach.

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “You’re silly sometimes, you know?”

He was practically dry-humping her just now, was he not? Why would he be dreaming about another girl when he’s got her right here? 

“So, what else happened?”  

“What else? Okay, then she, uh, let me do this,” he confesses at the same time as he grabs at her hips again before pushing against her, earning a whimper when she can feel how big he is through the thin material of her underwear. 

“Rafe…what’re you doing?” she asks through a whine— his blunt nails denting the exposed skin of her thighs.

“Got no idea what you’re doin’ to me, do you?”

“I— what are you…what’re you talking about?” her brain is foggy, unable to think straight when he’s so close. However, he doesn’t respond, merely continues the retelling of his dream.

“Then I grabbed her like this,” he lifts her on top of him in one smooth motion, as if she weighs nothing more than a piece of paper— shuffling her around until she’s straddling him, properly sitting on top of his cock.

Somewhere along the way, her inhale gets stuck in her throat, mindlessly moving her achy cunt over him and causing him to let out a heartfelt grunt.

“Needy little thing likes this, huh?” he helps her find some relief by grappling at her hips and dragging her over his cock— filthy groans escaping his mouth when he feels her wetness saturating the two layers of cotton between them.  

“Rafe, can you…”  

“Can I what, hm? Play with you a little?” he says while already slipping a hand in her panties; petting at her puffy clit, earning a surprised moan from her before she lifts up the hem of her shirt for a better view.  

“Didn’t know you were such a dirty girl. Gettin’ real fuckin’ wet from me just bein’ close to you, huh?” his thumb rubs lazy circles over her sensitive button, making her cry out as she presses down harder against his cock. 

“Shit, gonna come in my fuckin’ pants if you keep doin’ that…you wanna know what else was in m’dream?” 

She nods, frantic.  

“Pushed this little piece of fabric here to the side,” he says as he plucks at her underwear, doing just that. “And then, did this,” he mumbles out as he takes himself out, causing her eyes to round out when she looks down at it in his palm, mesmerized. He thuds the head on her clit— one, two, three times, and then he’s smearing it over her sticky folds, painting it up and down her soaked cunt.

“Rafe…” she whines, desperate to feel him inside her. Unfortunately for her, he’s feeling a little mean; pressing just the tip inside her tight hole, slowly pushing in and out and turning her into a whimpering mess.

The hydrangea blue of his eyes is locked to where they connect, fascinated. “Fuck, sweetheart, does that feel nice?” he asks, thumbing over her swollen bud, tucking his cock in a little deeper and forcing a loud noise to leave her throat.

“Feels so good, Rafe, think m’gonna…” she trails off, lids heavy as she stretches around him.  

“You gonna come already?” he chuckles, amusement coating his features while he keeps nudging his dick about halfway in and then out, never fully plunging it inside.  

“You feel so…can’t— can’t hold it,” watery droplets gather in the corners of her eyes, catching to her lashes as her teary eyes look into larimar and she keeps rolling her hips against him, chasing after a release. 

“Go on then, let me feel you soak my cock, yeah?” he encourages, and she doesn’t need to be told twice before she’s crying out and throbbing around him, hips stuttering as her cunt pulses and she’s unspooling on top of him. 

“There you go, fuckin’ give it to me,” he grunts, and all of a sudden, he feels his own orgasm approaching—rolling down a hill like a landslide. She’s squeezing around him so tight, he can’t help but thrust his hips into her, a guttural moan leaving him when he finally stuffs his cock inside her, to the hilt.

Then, he’s stilling inside her and groaning out when his cum gushes out from his drippy tip, coating her gummy walls in white, filling her to the brim— making her feel so full.

There’s so much of it, to the point where the sticky substance begins to seep out from where they’re connected as they both pant, trying to even out their breathing.  

She turns into something mellow in his arms, slumping down against him and burying her face in his neck as he draws sluggish circles on her back, calming her down with tender words spoken in gentle murmurs.  

She thinks she could die happy right now.  

“Did so good for me, shit, should do this more often, yeah?” he says with a sleepy tinge.   

And she’s completely out of it; head as empty as ever and merely managing a hum of agreement before she’s tumbling down a slippery slide right back into a nebulous slumber.

[dravidious]

You're the most

Evil >:)

Or good

Or both

[vrystalius]

hiii there, i was wondering if we please get some more recruiter/salesman cutesy stuff?? you’re such a good writer (love your work) and we do NOT have enough fics of him being an enamoured wife guy on this app. thank you <3 😔

Secret Love Notes.

You keep slipping small love notes into all his pockets and suitcases to remind him that his wife loves him no matter what.

Pairing: Recruiter/Gong Yoo x wife!reader

Summary: You leave small love notes all over for him to find and he cherishes every single one of them.

Words: 0.7k, short and sweet!

Genre: fluff <33

Your husband never admits it out loud to you, but he notices how you slip little love notes into his pocket when folding up the laundry or when packing him a bento box. They have cute little encouragements and affirmations written on them along with some doodles of you two together, holding hands, kissing and whatnot.

You think you’re being sneaky by crouching a little when approaching his coat hung up by the entrance, stuffing a small folded note into his chest pocket.

Whenever he is about to go out the door, you hand him his leather suitcase and a colourful bento box you packed for him. Once you found out Gong Yo only plain loaves of bread or sometimes even nothing at all, you always insisted on packing some food for him so your poor husband can eat something home cooked every day.

Even if the box doesn’t match his aesthetics, he savours every bite and would never shy away from letting out a loud hum of content.

Gong Yoo sat comfortably on a wooden bench by the metro station, well aware of the two mobsters following him the whole day, but who cares?

He leisurely opened up the bento box. His face brightened up at the sight of another small love letter presented to him.

“Keep it up! You’re going great ♡ Your wife loves you ~ ☆ “

Accompanied by your sweet words was a chibi doodle of you doing a heart with your index finger and thumb and him as a chibi too, holding a pair of chopsticks and giving you a wink. He chuckled quietly to himself and folded the note to keep it in his pocket by his heart.

Once, after successfully recruiting a new player, Gong Yoo handed the confused and wounded man your love note with a confident smirk. That man was lucky to have escaped the games but was kind of confused on why a handsome looking salesman gave him a love letter that reminded him to “stay hydrated!! ☆ (drinking coffee doesn’t count >:( )”

He tries to leave behind as many love notes as you lovingly prepare for him, but his doodles were kind of wonky and presented you in a rather disturbing light.

Sticking to his trusty craft of origami your husband instead began leaving small paper roses for you to find as a way to leave his own love messages.

A paper rose in the fridge, in the pocket of your jacket, in your bag and on your pillow; they change colours based on the day too. Blue and red are the most frequent and popular ones though for some reason. Probably because those are the only kinds of coloured paper he owns.

After every day you leave letters behind for him, Gong Yoo always tries to come home on time to properly thank you for them. Pampering you is his favourite activity, meaning you get banned from the kitchen and forcibly made comfortable on your bed or couch with cushions and blankets to keep you warm and cozy.

To return the favour of you preparing bento for him, he’ll cook you a fine dinner that could rival that of high-end restaurants. Afterwards, he’ll make himself comfortable right next to you to plant well deserved kisses all over your face and body and let his hand travel over your body freely, tracing invisible patterns.

A man like him should not be holding a woman like you, that’s what he’s always thinking. You are way too good for him, too gentle, kind, loving, too much of everything good.

“I love you. More than letters or silly paper roses can convey. Allow me to demonstrate just how much I love my wife, hmm?”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

The amount of smut and non-con about this man is INSANE, I just need to live my silly life as a wife with him where we snuggle on the couch like a boring cuddle every night and then go to sleep while he read a book and I knit like grandparents 🫶😭 Anyways, hope you enjoyed it anon!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[faeiapalette]

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