#🎀 strawberry writes

[strawberryscentedd]

Warnings for Bollywood-typical corny-ness, reader is implied to be south asian in some but anyone can insert themself in this. I hope y'all appreciate me translating south asian dishes like chai and halwa puri into English for the One section bc that was tricky 😭 In other news, I don't know how to write a sword fight..

𝓝𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓑𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼

𝓓𝓸𝔂

Royal Lovers & Enemies to Lovers

Clank!

You gritted your teeth as your fingers tightened around the handle of your sword. It may be that you agreed to marry Doy at your family's behest, but you weren't going to play the role of the decorative wife who sits in the background and adorns her husband's home.

When you saw your husband-to-be practicing his sword skills in the courtyard, you raised your head and straightened your back as you asked him to spar. You suppose you should've expected the smirk.

Doy didn't go easy on you as you practiced, and you didn't mind. Most suitors who learned of your hobby thought it was 'endearing' and nothing more. Doy fought like he meant it, like he knew you could hold your own. As your swords locked you together you noticed that Doy had furrowed his brows, and felt a secret excitement at the thought of you being a difficult opponent for him. You gasped and stumbled back when Doy wrestled his sword away while you were lost in that thought.

You both studied each other as you regained your breath, and for some reason you felt lighter. Like the cloud that hung over the both of you since your betrothal had been confirmed had suddenly lifted.

𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪

When You're Around the World Changes

Sangha had read many a poem and heard many a song that claimed love could change the world; It made the stars brighter, the flowers more fragrant, it made summer refreshing and winter warm. It's a nice enough thought, but Sangha never imagined such sentiments could be true. This is real life, after all.

And yet, whenever he looks at you, he begins to wonder if those writers had a point. As he watches you talking with your friends, he ponders the way the sun's rays illuminate your hair. He studies the tiny, yellow buttercup you plucked from the grass. Were they always that beautiful and delicate?

As sangha sits a few feet away, the observations meld into a world of their own. A world inhabited only by him and you, where the sky is just a bit brighter, the wind just a bit gentler, where he gets to listen to you all day.

𝓞𝓷𝓮

The Lunchbox a.k.a. The Inherent Romanticism of Little Gestures

Jiwon blinked owlishly at the dining table. Before him sat typical south asian breakfast setup-- black cardamom chai guarded under a tea cozy, warm and inviting deep fried bread, sunflower seed pudding and curried chickpeas. It was the same breakfast you normally made for him before he head of to work, and Jiwon always appreciated the effort as you two had only been married for a month. But the quiet distruptor of the breakfast-- a yellow Lunchbox-- couldn't be ignored anymore. Was this the famed lunchbox all those male love interests in Bollywood movies proudly carried to work? What did you pack inside it? Should Jiwon peek now or allow to remain a surprise?

Jiwon turned at the sound of you padding into the room, but the feeling of heat rising up the back of his neck compelled him to finish his breakfast and escape as soon as possible. He couldn't understand why such a simple gesture moved him so much. Maybe Jiwon just loved everything you did.

𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓻

Frolicking in the Rain

You swallow harshly, nearly out of breath. Kangsu continues to lead you forward, your hand in his. Your laughter warms you up for a moment as you both run down the street. The rain had caught you both by surprise, as neither of you had checked the weather forecast before heading out today. Before you knew it, the sky was gray and you and your boyfriend were drenched. The plan was to look for shelter, but given you both zoomed past a bus stop, your boyfriend is content to play around for a little longer.

You yelped when Kangsu suddenly hoisted you up and placed you on a bench, holding your hand to balance you as you walked. You looked down at him. The rain had glued his bangs to forehead, and his cheeks were rosy from the cold. As a harsh gust of wind rushed past you, Kangsu must've decided it's time to find shelter after all, as he gently took you in his arms and helped you down.

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Arranged Marriage Gone Right

You weren't sure what to expect when you first arrived at Junho's home. When your parents showed you his photo the week prior and told you about the good family he comes from, you decided to give him a chance. He was a pleasant surprise, in the end. When he first met you, he showed you his room and told of his love of making music, and played you a song on the guitar. He made you laugh and told you of all the paces he wanted to travel to in the future.

Its still early, and both of your families are visiting a waterfall together. You turned when you felt a hand grab yours, and saw Junho motion to be quiet. You held back a laughas you both snuck away and walked into the woods. You think to yourself that Junho fits in with nature, as you two admire the scenery from afar. Fireflies gather around the both you, and Junho wears a contented smile. Tonight, you'd tell your parents it's a yes.

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@slytherinshua

[k17y]

don't bother trying to compare yourself .

          THE LED LIGHTS OF HER LIGHTS ACTUALLY FLICKER AS SOON AS HE SAYS THE WORDS; ONE HAD TO LOOK CLOSELY TO SEE HOW IT LOOKS LIKE THE ROBO IS ACTUALLY STRAINING IN MAINTAINING HER SMILE, IF ONLY FOR A FEW MOMENTS. FACIAL EXPRESSION REMAINS UNREADABLE DESPITE THE LARGE / PERMANENT SMILE,     ❛❛     ⪗ 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 ... ⪘     Compare myself… compare…     ❜❜     she echoes, programming attempting to complete an internal search; several emotions    [ YES, EMOTIONS; COPIED FROM OTHERS, OF COURSE ]     & it’s as if something has been triggered, causing her systems to lag,     ❛❛     W-WHY WOULD I COMPARE MYSELF WHEN I’M… QUITE UNIQUE,     ❜❜     YES, YES, KITTY IS UNIQUE; IN A SENSE, ANYWAY

          SHE KNOWS HER ORIGINS, KNOWS HER PURPOSE & WHO SHE WAS MADE FOR; BUT HER SPECS & PERSONALIZATION MADE IT SO THAT SHE STOOD OUT FROM THE OTHER FIZZES,     these are facts, undeniable truths that are as clear as the words on her manual, so why—     ❛❛     ⪗ 𝗜𝗡𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥 ! 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 ? ⪘     WHY WOULD I DO THAT? KITTY IS ONE OF A KIND; a collaboration piece between Mammon & VoxTek! No need to compare; I can fulfill all needs <3     ❜❜

unless there’s something Alastor is not satisfied with, & if that’s the case, then this can be remedied! She takes a small step closer ( just one! She has already registered Alastor’s need for personal space ) & mechanical joints moving along with fluid precision & grace, deliberate.

          ❛❛     YOU SEE, STRAWBERRY-PIMP, I HAVE SATISFACTORY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE TO KNOW THAT I’M A MANUFACTURED PIECE OF MACHINERY, WITH STATE OF THE ART TECHNOLOGY! I’m not living; I don’t need to be! I see things, I understand things!     ❜❜     she pauses,     ❛❛     IS THERE SOMETHING YOU BELIEVE CAN BE IMPROVED? PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR INPUT IN THE FOLLOWING SURVEY …     ❜❜     anything to improve, to make Valentino happy & uphold VoxTek’s values!

[songsofadelaide]

My old man just got home from a business trip and he brought home a strawberry shortcake. 🍰 I am 🍰 so 🍰 happy! 🍰 Just as happy as Gojo with sweets lol. 🎀 I hope everyone has a lovely weekend! 💛

[lowkeyrobin]

hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol

-🎀 anon

oooo yes omg!! thank you 🎀 anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL

MCYT ; "in my baker era"

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, & cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of drugs

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'

literally has the widest smile on his face

shows off the goods to the stream

"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"

you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"

bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit

he feeds chat as well dw

RANBOO

"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"

does a whole 360 of the plate for chat 💀💀💀💀

"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"

"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"

"BAHHAHAHAH"

literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO

he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO

BADLINU

"Hey love- oh, hi!"

all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry

"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate

he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on

it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him

the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing

he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.

there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO

QUACKITY

"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"

does a 360 of the plate for the camera

"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"

he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO

"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"

"cocaine"

"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"

you're just playing into the bit dw

best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten

CELLBIT

"Hey darling, what's up?"

you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like 😍😍

turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"

he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions

like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc

he shares it with you too 💔🫶

NIHACHU

"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"

"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"

she holds that little glass like it's her child

she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"

shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too

"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"

"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"

FOOLISH GAMERS

when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.

"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"

literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down

"since when do you make fudge??"

"since I wanted to try" you shrug

"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"

"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"

SLIMECICLE

"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"

does a 360 for stream

"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"

"special treat" you shrug

you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it 😭

he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff 🫶🫶

[chrisevansonly]

𝐉𝐞 𝐓’𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: girls night is always fun for you, and now charles knows you only ever have and will have eyes for him

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight swearing, very fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: this was a request from a while ago so I just decided to write it now, this fic has no french i have 0 brain power for it, and im so so sorry for takin such a long time to update, things have just been so busy and not amazing lately. anyway, enjoy 🫶🏻

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Charles couldn’t hold back the smile on his face as he held your hip gently, your eyes narrowed at him in suspicion, clearly too many strawberry cocktails had been consumed tonight.

“Oh what’s that look for baby?”

“Don’t call me that. I have a boyfriend” you retaliated, words slurring as he nodded

“Baby, I am your boyfriend cmon, I have to get you home”

Shaking your head you reared back from him, your brain in its drunken state clearly not happy hearing that

“Absolutely not, I’m not going home with anyone, I’m going home with Charles”

Your friends were laughing at this point too, teasing you and poking fun at you, which you didn’t fully understand but Charles was ever the patient boyfriend, part of him slightly proud with your denial to leave the bar with anyone but him.

He had no insecurities in your relationship and he had the utmost trust in you, he just was happy to see you could handle yourself if you needed.

“How about I take you to find Charles then hmm?”

“Find Charles?”

He nodded, taking your hand in his as you reluctantly began to follow him, his arm moving to wrap around your waist as he directed the two of you out of the busy club, and over to his ferrari which was parked across the street.

“I know this car…” you said, letting out a yawn

“You do baby, come on…let’s go”

His voice was soft as he helped you into the car, doing up your seatbelt, holding back yet another laugh at the slight skeptical look in your eyes.

“Ready amour?”

At the sound of this a lazy smile pulls at your lips, thinking of Charles and the special little pet name he calls you

“Hmm Charlie calls me that…”

“He does, he knows it’s your favourite”

“How do you know?”

Smiling he leans down to kiss your forehead, happy to see your eyes slowly starting to close, hoping you’ll get some sleep on the way home.

“I just know amour…”

Just like he had suspected, you’d fallen asleep on the way home, your head resting against the window as he checked on you from time to time. Charles knew you’d either be a little more sober when you got home and recognized him, or he’d sleep in the guest room as he had before, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable if your brain wasn’t sober and you didn’t recognize him, which for the record rarely happened.

When he pulled up the driveway he opted to carry you upstairs, holding you to his chest as you slept soundly, only stirring when your back hit the mattress. Charles watching as your eyes opened and you blinked sleepily.

“Hi…”

“Hi baby…how are you feeling?”

Nodding you rubbed your eyes

“Hmm sleepy…thank you for picking me up”

“You’re welcome, you gave me quite the hard time…”

Groaning you looped your hands around his neck as he leaned over you, a teasing smile on his face

“I’m sorry baby…I swear I don’t mean it..”

“I know amour, if it makes you feel better I find it quite cute when it happens”

You rolled your eyes laughing softly, knowing he just enjoyed seeing you try and fight him off thinking he was just a random guy, it boosted his ego, but in the best way possible.

“How about I get you some comfy clothes and take your makeup off?”

He waited for you to nod before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips

“I love you, even if you forget who I am sometimes”

Hitting his chest gently you smiled

“I love you too…and i’m never drinking again”

Charles laughed shaking his head, knowing you’d very much do this all over again at another girls night in the future, but he didn’t mind at all. Especially when he got to cuddle up next to you every night, knowing he was the one that got to hold your heart in his care.

Even if you did forget who he was from time to time…

[llovelymoonn]

writing/poetry prompts 🎀

urban coyote

nosebleed

chipped teacup

meeting a friend for coffee

honeyed

hypnagogia

villanelle

byssus

erebus

winnow

letters to your mother

cold coffee

wild strawberries

lavender

a favourite childhood meal

virga

graphophobia

marble statue

the beach while it's storming

nostalgia for a place you've never been

dry lightning

oak tree

big dreams

crepuscular

black and blue

chrysalis

broken seashells

willowy

rosemary

aurora

this love

[valentine-cafe]

Helloo! I'd like to to order a tiramisu & strawberry shortcake please 🎀 [amab reader]

Reader fucking Rishen infront of Alessio (who's been bound and tied) after he was being a brat all day and he couldn't deal with it anymore. Have him, reader, also be a little mean to Alessio the entire time while Rishen is getting fucked silly on the bed— (does Alessio get his turn? Does he not? I'll leave that up to youu)

Thanks so much!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

˖⁺. “ bound & pounded ! ” : 

﹙ bttm preppy nerd hybrid x top amab reader x switch punkgoth mercenary ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 781 alessio, rishen !! 🍰 : ﹙ rishen: hero ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ preppy nerd character ˖ alessio: mercenary ˖ antihero ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character ﹚

your boyfriend alessio has been quite the brat, so you decide to fuck his ( and your ) boyfriend while alllllll alessio can do is sit and watch. tied. although - it seems like alessio's ropes are straining further. 

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ voyuerism ˖ rough sex ˖ penetrative sex ˖ multiple orgasms ˖ degradation ˖ fluid sexual dynamics ( no one come and tell me reader is a 'technically a switch because of the - ' he's a top for almost the entire fic ) | wc : 1.7k

﹙ receipts ﹚: anooon darling this request was so fun to write! I hope it lived up to your expectations!

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Heavy breaths huff throughout Alessio’s dark apartment.

The sound of skin against skin followed by Rishen’s delicious moans has the mercenary’s left eye twitch with agitation.

For there he sits, on a chair across from the couch. Where you take your boyfriend and make the other watch the maroon eyes looping back into Rishen’s skull. You won’t even allow him to see all of it, having instead faced Rishen in his direction. While you take her from behind - hands and knees much like she adores.

The vibrating cock ring around his girldick helps not one bit, as it aids another squirt of cum out of it when you fuck a little extra hard into her aching hole.

“Heh— ngh. . . ah, you getting jealous, Arias?” You must be delirious if you think for one second!! — Who is he trying to convince. He’s green with jealousy. Incredibly irritated by the binds restraining his limbs.

Though, another part of him doesn’t mind this at all. No, it stirs something inside of his creative mind.

Why not give Rishen and you the surprise of breaking out of the the ropes somewhere later? It was simple binds, the knots weren’t tied properly enough to keep him. He could remove them if he wants to. But then again, what fun would that be?

A voyuer is an enjoyer of the surroundings his eyes may land on. And the sight before him, even if the angle is frustrating, is still enough to make him leak helplessly from his hard cock.

The moans that continue to rip out of Rishen’s throat has him almost growing lightheaded. She was clearly overstimulated and ready to pass out if she could. She’s enjoying it too much to let it happen, so she wills herself to stay awake while you plummet into her, over and over.

Noises of squelching sounds just like a symphony to the man across from you. He’s not supposed to be enjoying or smiling.

You hate that you cannot get a more frustrated reaction out of him — If only you knew what went on deep inside of him. The way his knuckles were turning white as his hands clench with want to touch. Grip— Push and pull. All of it. The softness of flesh is a phantom to his palms. Replaced by the burn of rope.

“Hardly. She’d be on the sixth if it were m -”

The hurried spill of moans sends shivers down his spine. Rishen crosses her eyes and claws into the sofa’s black leather. Her jaw slacks. Her tongue pokes from swollen lips. Guess that’s the sixth.

And there you are. Hips hammering into your girlfriend’s plush ass with purpose, spurred on by the familiar clench to add to the throb of your cock. Plap plap plap-! fills the room. Now laced with squelches and wet slaps as her sticky cum trickles down her balls and thighs.

“P-Please - diio-s- ple-ah!”

She’s held tumbling buildings back and made it look easy. But in this moment her strength fails and she collides with the leather. Fervent skin sticks to the material and she claws it harsher. Like it’s the only lifeline between relief and the endless pounding of your dick to her gummy walls.

In turn you fall to your forearms and hunch over her quivered form. Crush her down the way that you know she adores. Your thrusts do little to ease the overwhelm of her orgasm. Endlessly smacking against her ass and bruising the tender flesh. Wasn’t Alessio the one getting punishment?

“Please? ‘Please make me cum again?’ or ‘please it’s too much’?” Your grin stains her ear. Your hand circles her jaw, shoves two fingers into her mouth and pins her tongue. The drool that drips down your skin is your reward, and you all but grunt into her ear. “Pretty girl - pretty boy - takin’ it all in this pretty boypussy.”

Your other hand itches to touch her. So you spank her instead. Loving the way she hiccups and whines into your fingers. Like a cockdrunk whore awaiting their next fix. You suppose when the sweet thing is on his hands and knees - crumbling beneath you - it isn’t too far off.

Through the pleasure and satisfaction of ruining your pretty lover; the sting through your forehead is less than inconspicuous. You have no time to even flash the other brat in the chair a wink. Not when you’re so focused on the one taking your cock like he’s born for it.

Alessio could take many things. Take this for the last fourty-five minutes. Watch you stuff Rishen’s pretty ass again and again while she’s staining his sofa in copious amounts of cum.

But pretending he doesn’t exist. . . now. That is a fucking problem. One that tightens his jaw.

Decision making boils inside of his stomach, should he let you go on for a bit longer? Or break the binds? He asks himself this multiple times over, as you flip Rishen onto her back and spit down at her girldick, squeezing at the tip.

Her loud moan crashes through his momentary state of question. When the conclusion has hit him, is a different matter. It is only when you begin to slow down your thrust, murmuring into your girlfriend’s ear about how she’s a dirty whore. He starts to slowly but surely, rip the binds off.

“Yeah? ‘S too much? Toooo muuhchngh— Ple-plea-pleaaase, a-Ah papi, Por— Por favoorrrrhhh.” You mock, laughing at the sight of red acrylics dragging across the leather couch. The sound of them itching away at Alessio.

Those pair of pretty hands should be wrapped around his cock. While he would be throat fucking her. Make you watch the way you’re doing to him right now.

Another thing, is to steal his usual nickname during sex. Papi isn’t your thing. That is his. And in all of your provocative display so far. He knew that was intentional.

“A—Anghh— Al—Alesi—Alessio A-Ah Alessio—-!”

Now that has you wondering. You are fucking her, balls deep, making her stain the sofa and you, along with the cock ring that you decide to speed up to a punishing pace. She is calling for him. When you are the one fucking her.

Advancing your hand down to the curly locks of your hair, you rip through it and yank her head back. Neck exposed. A clear canvas you intend to attack with the paint of your lips and teeth. You suck a bit extra hard on the one beauty mark right by the left side.

“Calling for him.” You grunt out in frustration, spanking her once more. This time on the back of her thigh. “As I’m fucking you— Like the desperate cum-filled whore you are. Begging for more. And now—”

You pause to fuck into her with a few extra shallow and hard thrusts. Ones that make her stutter each and every time, before you continue to speak: “Now, you start callin’ me by his name. Like a needy cockdrunk slut. giving yourself away for free to imagine someone else.”

What your eyes were yet to catch, however, was the sight of the empty chair a few feet away.

You are too busy ramming her gummy walls sore. Too busy letting your anger out on her tender ass, to even spare a second at the hairs standing at the back of your neck. The cram of your hips jams his down into the leather that smears with mixtures of cum. Wrenching a sob from her swollen lips before she does it again - the gall of this girl -

“A-Ale - Aleess-ssioo - Ales- oh!”

It seems she squeals for you. The air leaves your lungs so fast you barely have the time to gasp. Your dick parts from her cum-filled hole with only a few strings of connection. Quickly snapped as the cold material hits your front and stings like the tightness of rope circled around your wrists. Now pinned to the small of your back.

“Maybe should’a looked with your eyes and not your fuckin’ dick.” Your ass feels what Rishen’s has been. Crushed by the sheer strength of your boyfriend who’s huffing air like his cigarette smoke. Hoarse. Rasped. Right against your ear.

It seems you have forgotten that you beloved Alessio is not only a loud-mouth, but a highly trained mercenary. A staggering, 201 cm, broad. Enigma.

Oh but not to worry. He is merciful. He’ll so graciously remind your silly little head just how much bigger - stronger - he is. With rough hands clapped to your thighs as he shoves you own with ease. Smears of your girlfriend’s cum to your already fluttering hole.

“Let’s play a game, hermoso. Can I make you cum and apologise just as much.”

Despite her hazy, teary eyes, Rishen says a little prayer for you. Ain’t no way are you surviving this dicking down.

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[pinksugardollz]

Self Care Guide For Bad Mental Health Days

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♡ let yourself cry! feeling sad when you have bpd can feel like the world is ending, but it isn’t. feeling sad is normal, and it’s completely okay. don’t demonise your emotions. let it out

♡ cuddle with your pets! cats are absolutely amazing for this, dogs too. lil furry babies make me so happy and cheer me up so much when im feeling low

♡ take as many naps as you need without guilt. rest rest rest, even on your good days! stop overworking yourself

♡ shower, you don’t have to do your full routine, just make sure you wash yourself then apply your favourite lotion and sweet scented perfume

♡ cosy up and watch something that makes you happy. nostalgic tv shows are great, on my bad days i really love watching spongebob bratz or strawberry shortcake

♡ invest in a 2L water bottle and keep it by your bed for those low motivation days

♡ light your favourite bakery scented candle, sweet scents always uplift my mood

♡ do not isolate yourself, try to keep in contact with friends or family

♡ eat some chocolate or chips, whatever your favourite comfort food is. your happiness is more important than your diet

♡ if you’re struggling to get out of bed, try keeping everything you need on your bedside table so you can still do your skincare routines and take your daily vitamins from your bed

♡ run a nice relaxing bubble bath!!!

♡ put on some cosy pjs & grab a pink fluffy blanket and snuggle on the sofa instead of staying in bed all day

♡ set rules for yourself, write some things you that want to achieve in a day. such as keeping your skin moisturised, shower twice a day, drink enough water, getting out of bed. anything that applies to you. self care can become confusing and daunting, so write everything down to remind yourself to look after and cherish yourself

♡ make sure you’re eating enough. even if you’re not feeling hungry, if you don’t have the energy to cook, order takeout! it’s ok to eat takeout sometimes, just not all of the time as junk food can be highly addictive, and obviously isn’t very good for you

♡ try writing down your thoughts and feelings. i love journaling and covering the pages with pink stickers and making it look all pretty, it’s so therapeutic

♡ reach out to a mental health professional if things get too bad. this may feel hard, but if you need help desperately pls get it

♡ acknowledge that what you’re feeling is just temporary, whatever you’re feeling won’t last forever

♡ make sure you’re getting enough sleep. whenever i didn’t get enough sleep in the past, i would sometimes start seeing and hearing things, and would become very paranoid and disassociated, which is obviously not what anyone wants. so pls pls pls make sure you’re prioritising your sleep

♡ treat yourself, buy something pink and pretty just because you can

♡ take a day or 2 off work (if allowed)

tiny disclaimer: these tips may seem obvious to those of you without serious mental health problems, and they may be things you do everyday but when someone with mental health problems is in a really bad place, they can sometimes forget how to look after themselves properly, or in my case a few years ago i would just stop caring about myself. i love all of my pretty sugar dollies so much, look after yourselves and i really hope some of these tips help you 🎀🦢

[banshees-martin]

can you write headcanons of daryl with a girly girl reader who he treats like a princess

tysm for the request anon! i love it sm!! 💓 it is kinda short but hope you enjoy it :))

DARYL DIXON X GIRLY GIRL HEADCANONS!

-Brings you back little makeup bits and pieces,nail polish and clothes from runs (Alexandria era or the prison)

-picks flowers for you when he goes on long hunting trips and makes small bouquets 🥹

-braids your hair and fastens it making a cute little bow at the end 🎀

-His clothes would start smelling of your sweet vanilla and strawberry perfume because of how much you wear them.

- Every morning would be a little fashion show for you guys, you would put on cute pretty sundresses and he would sit in bed and rate them picking his favourite for you to wear that day <3

-You both are complete polar opposites in the best way. but he loves it

- he is a life saver when you're on your period. you both would cuddle in bed with his big warm hands on your stomach :))

- When you guys are on the road he's your pillow, always leaning against him when you find somewhere to sleep.

-He also would be very good at back rubs. 😭

-Calls you princess ofc

-If he took you hunting with him and you got tired he'd pick you up bridal style.

- Aftercare with him would include lots of cuddles and he would pick you up putting you into a nice warm bubble bath helping you get cleaned up and putting on one of his cozy oversized shirts on after.

- puts you before anyone obv.

-he also combs your hair and helps you get ready for bed when you're feeling lazy or just in general he loves making sure your okay and comfortable.

- Overall your his princess and he's your knight in shiny armour 🫶🏼

[freyito]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰʀᴇʏɪᴛᴏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ⟡

( ! ) Thank you all for 1k Followers! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

to celebrate, i am opening up my maid cafe!

♡ this is an event for honkai star rail & twisted wonderland.

-> the characters i will write for this event are listed in the masterlist.

+ i will not write for any of the characters below 18 in twst.

+ the reader will default to gn reader, but i can write for male reader if requested. i do not write for fem reader.

♡ the rules are simple! request a character from either of these fandoms and a couple prompts, and i'll write a 1k-3k word drabble of them (as maids, of course!)

-> the idea is that you would request a meal and a drink! however, you can request one thing, two meals and a drink, two drinks, anything of the sort!

+ please note, if you order just a drink, the drabble will be 500-1k words instead!

+ i can also write for two characters at once, either separate or together, you just have to clarify! (ex: boothill, argenti x reader [separate] / boothill x reader x argenti [together]!) if you request two characters at once yet seperately, the overall wordcount for both will be shorter (and will add up to 1k-3k)

♡ this event is ongoing! it'll end whenever i feel like it <3

Sweet !🎀

♡ strawberry parfait!

⟡ a cute maid cosplay, just for him! oh, he's quite adorable...

+ you convince him to cosplay with you!

♡ vanilla parfait!

⟡ he's quite stunning in that dress! so glad you convinced him to buy it, ehehe...

+ you go shopping with him, and SOMEHOW get him to buy a maid dress!

♡ tiramisu!

⟡ wait... he CHOSE to dress up like that!?!?!? all to do some chores??? well, you aren't complaining...

+ he really wanted to commit to the bit as your maid!

♡ blackforest cake!

⟡ he lost a bet. and now he's forced to wear the dress. will he survive 24 hours!?!?

+ he lost a bet (between you or someone else), and now he has to wear the dress.

Savory !🎀

♡ curry rice!

⟡ someone else put him up to his... and he's too damn oblivious!!

+ somehow, someone convinced him to wear the dress FOR you...

♡ omurice

⟡ "can i take this off now?" he says. noo!!! you'll fight tooth and nail for him to keep it on!!

+ he doesnt want to commit to the bit, but you want him to!

♡ chicken katsu!

⟡ "wait... wasn't this event about them?"

+ somehow YOU end up in the dress.

♡ burger plate!

⟡ when were maids supposed to use lethal force!?!?! i thought they were meant to kill you with their cuteness??!?!

+ a combat maid! a bodyguard maid! all for you.

Drinks !🎀

♡ strawberry lemonade!

⟡ so sweet! just a little sour! ah, refreshing...

+ hurt/comfort

♡ coffee!

⟡ ohhh soo bitter! keeps you on your toes!

+ enemies to lovers/enemies AND lovers

♡ soft drinks!

⟡ sooo bubbly! perks you right up!

+ sickfic / comfort!

♡ icecream float!

⟡ maximum sweetness! toothrotting fluff!

+ fluff!

© freyito, 2025 | maid cafe masterlist | masterlist | queue | kofi | discord server | strawpage | dividers by cafekitsune , headers by yours truly

[strawberryscentedd]

Nomad Most to Least: winning over your overprotective Father

The inspiration just hit me ok. Might take a break from writing for Ramadan, just an fyi.

Genre: humor

Taglist: @slytherinshua @lv-iceprince

Warnings: overprotective parents, could be interpreted as controlling parents, all the problematic implications of the protective dad trope but it's played for laughs here.

Picture it: your relationship is thriving! You've found a guy who loves and cherishes you. Yay, right! Unfortunately, your father thinks basically every guy is out to get you and can't be trusted, now what?

♡ Most ♡

Jiwon - Jiwon could charm a soaking wet alley cat without even trying. Did y'all see that one episode of No Back Go where Jiwon was on the train and the elders kept adopting him and fanning him bc it was hot? Jiwon is super polite, and sheepish when attention is on him. He's a total gentleman tho, you can't convince me he doesn't pull out chairs and hold doors open. He helps you with the dishes!! He radiates the aura of a ☆safe man☆ (please stan jiwon.) You're father shakes his hand at the end of the dinner you set up and says "take care." in a gruff voice. Those are the only two words he's uttered to him the whole night. He's never been that nice to any of your male peers before. You could weep.

Kangsu

Kangsu is an open minded person and those who interact with him never sense defensiveness from him. When he meets new people his inner calm puts people at ease instantly. Unfortunately, he's young, and a man, so your father thinks he's a "ne'er do well," because your father talks like J. Jonah Jameson. You accounted for this though, and that's why you waited until your family barbeque to introduce Kangsu to everyone. Your significant other seamlessly transitioned from playing water pistol fights with your nieces and nephews to reclining with your uncles by the lawn chairs, complimented your father's (charred) bbq chicken, brought chips for everyone, and went undercover as a fan of your father's favorite sports team, all while accepting the "if you hurt her" monologue with grace. You were shocked he handled this so well. Your father still nagged you about how he can't be trusted be he *checks notes* wore a beanie but oh well.

Do Eui

Doy is a usually a gremlin especially to his members but he's more than capable of being charming when he wants to be. He surprises you by arriving at your family home in a much more conservative outfit compared to how he normally dresses, and even got your mom flowers! Points are deducted because your father can tell he's making an effort and he doesn't like that. Of course, your father doesn't like anything your potential love interests do so there's that. Doy's smart though, and anytime your father tries interrogating him he redirects the conversation by asking your family about themselves too, all without getting upset. Doy understands your father just cares a lot and doesn't take it personally, he's a real one for that.

Sangha

Sangha is a social butterfly, and his mischievous and ageless personality normally wins people over with ease. Normally anyways. He bought a chocolate gift box for the whole family, and joked a lot with your younger siblings. Your father wasn't amused, though. Sangha didn't argue back at your fathers subtle digs and backhanded compliments, but he did try to joke his way out of the situation to cover up his increasing nervousness. Poor Sangha doesn't thrive around serious, dour people and felt a little hurt that your father clearly assumed he was using you. Things were awkward but not necessarily bad. Maybe he'll fare better at your upcoming potluck?

Junho

This poor baby, oh my. Your sweet Junho was so excited to meet your folks, he wore his best sweater and everything. You had warned him of your father's nature, but he assumed it was just typical dad stuff. When your father pulls him aside and mentions all the tools at his disposal and why Junho should never hurt you, he's sweating buckets. He's just so distraught, and is doing that 😟 face he makes when he's confused the whole dinner. Every time your father asks him something his answers become more jumbled as he gets self conscious until your mother death glares your father into submission. Junho feels like he failed an exam, but you comfort him afterwards. It's not his fault your father believes in #yesallmen

♡ Least ♡

[mommyownsmee]

How to be Little in public without others noticing ♡

If you find yourself slipping into littlespace in public (like in class, at work, or around people who don’t know about it) and want to stay in that safe, small headspace without drawing attention, here are some subtle ways to comfort yourself, stay present, and embrace your little side quietly.

This post contains:

1. Internal Littlespace – Staying in Your Head

2. Secret Fidgeting & Comfort Items

3. Secret Little Treats & Sensory Comfort

4. Writing & Secret Notes to Yourself

5. Discreet Listening & Digital Comfort

6. Body Language & Subtle Self-Soothing

7. Positive Reinforcement & Secret Rewards

8. Planning for Later

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Internal Littlespace – Staying in Your Head

• 🧸 Use Your Inner Little Voice – Instead of speaking in little talk out loud, let your thoughts be playful and soft. Tell yourself, “I’m being such a good little one doing my work,” or imagine your caregiver praising you in your mind.

• 💕 Create a Secret Game for Yourself – Try giving yourself little challenges, like:

- “If I write five more sentences, I get to doodle a tiny heart.”

- “If I finish this task, I get to take a sip of my juice box.”

• 🎀 Assign Cute Names to Objects – Your pen can be Mr. Scribbles, your phone can be Blinky, and your backpack can be Adventure Pack.

• 💭 Imagine Your CG (or Comfort Character) Watching Over You – If you have a CG, picture them watching proudly as you do your work. If you don’t, think of a favorite plushie, cartoon character, or even a pet, encouraging you!

Secret Fidgeting & Comfort Items

• 🖊 Use a Cute Pen or Pencil – A soft pastel pen, a squishy pencil grip, or a character-themed writing tool can make work feel fun.

• 🎀 Wear Something Small That Makes You Feel Little – A bracelet, ring, necklace, or hair clip with a small charm that reminds you of being little.

• 🧸 Keep a Tiny Comfort Object in Your Pocket or Bag – A mini plushie, small sensory stone, soft fabric, or a keychain can help ground you.

• 🎨 Doodle Secretly – You can draw in the margins of your notes, on a sticky note, or in a small journal. Even tiny stars, flowers, or smiley faces can feel comforting.

• ☁️ Squish Something Soft – Keep a stress ball, slime, or soft scrunchie in your pocket to fidget with subtly.

Secret Little Treats & Sensory Comfort

• 🍎 Pack a Fun Snack – A juice box, fruit snacks, goldfish crackers, or anything fun and nostalgic that won’t stand out too much.

• 🍬 Keep Hard Candy or Gum – Sucking on something sweet like a lollipop or chewing bubblegum can feel comforting without anyone noticing.

• 🌈 Use Lightly Scented Hand Lotion – Pick something soft like vanilla, cotton candy, or strawberries. Applying lotion can feel soothing and help you stay grounded.

• ☕ Drink from a Cute Water Bottle – A pastel bottle or one decorated with stickers can feel like a secret little comfort.

Writing & Secret Notes to Yourself

• 📒 Use a Cute Journal or Planner – Decorate it with stickers, colorful pens, or washi tape. Writing things in a playful way can keep you feeling small.

• ✍️ Make To-Do Lists in a Fun Way – Instead of “Finish Essay,” write “Write Smart Words!” or “Do Big Girl Work!”

• 📖 Write Yourself a Love Note – Tuck a small sticky note in your notebook that says “You’re a good little one!” or “CG would be proud!”

Discreet Listening & Digital Comfort

• 🎧 Listen to Comforting Music – If allowed, wear earbuds and listen to soft piano, Disney instrumentals, lofi beats, or cozy soundscapes.

• 📱 Set a Cute Phone Wallpaper – Pick an image of a plushie, a soft pastel aesthetic, or a comfort character.

• 🖥 Use a Cozy Study Timer App – Apps like Forest, Study Bunny, or Pomodoro let you gamify work while keeping a gentle, comforting theme.

• 📚 Read Something Cute on Breaks – Whether it’s a lighthearted story, a favorite childhood book, or a short fanfiction, reading something soft can help.

Body Language & Subtle Self-Soothing

• 🧦 Wear Soft Socks or Comfy Underlayers – Even if no one sees, fuzzy socks, soft leggings, or a cozy bralette can make you feel safe.

• 🌸 Hold Your Sleeves or Play with Your Jewelry – Holding onto something, like the edge of your sweater, a pendant, or a ring, can be a secret comfort.

• ✋ Rub Your Fingers Together or Tap Your Thigh Lightly – A repetitive, gentle motion can help regulate emotions and keep you grounded.

• 😌 Take Deep, Quiet Breaths – Inhale slowly, hold for three seconds, and exhale gently through your nose. This keeps you relaxed.

Positive Reinforcement & Secret Rewards

• 🌟 Give Yourself Silent Praises – “Good job, me!” after completing a task can feel rewarding.

• 💖 Pretend Your CG (or Comfort Character) is Watching – Imagine them smiling, hugging you, or patting your head when you finish something hard.

• 🏅 Set Tiny Rewards for Yourself – “If I finish this paragraph, I can sip my juice box,” or “If I complete this page, I get to hold my plushie later.”

Planning for Later

• 🏡 Think About Your Littlespace Routine at Home – Plan what you’ll do when you get home, like coloring, watching cartoons, or snuggling a plushie.

• 💤 Promise Yourself Rest Time – Remind yourself that even if you can’t fully be little now, you’ll have time for it later.

💖 Remember: It’s okay to feel little anywhere! These small, subtle tricks can help keep you happy, safe, and comfortable no matter where you are. You don’t have to show anyone your littlespace unless you want to.

Your little self is valid, loved, and adorable. 🌸✨

[cyberqueenpatrol]

TF!141 GIVING YOU GIFTS?

cw!: a little bit of smut!, female!reader

Price!: He is a man of antiques. Will probably gift you a cute lil god-knows-how-old memory box with a hand written letter in it. And Oh, it’s your birthday! That man won't miss this opportunity to gift you something valuable and thoughtful, like a piece of jewellery. He won't even look at the 'Price'. He thinks it's pretty, and would casually sneak the 24 carat diamond necklace while you are sleeping. Price loves that shocked and surprised look on your face, as you whine about how expensive it must be. You innocently ask him how you can repay him. Oh! Another opportunity that he can't miss! So what's next? Soon, you are bouncing on his thick fat girthy cock, thanking him for his lovely present as the diamond necklace bounces along with your tits. What a lovely scene Price has before his eyes!

Simon!: Oh boy, this guy doesn't know what he should gift you. But don't worry, he's a fast learner and a good observer. He sees you turning the pages of a book that you want but you can't buy it? Voila! It's at your doorstep the next day. Probably with a hand written note too. He 'accidentally' saw you browsing through a list of vibrators because you are sexually frustrated? That's it, you find the most expensive vibrator on your bed after you return from work. But hey! Here's a thing. Simon expects you to repay too, after all it's a fair game. And here's how you find your pussy being tortured by the vibrator and your clit being overstimulated by the pads of this thick, calloused hands. And don't forget! He might even whisper how his fat cock will take your weeping pussy, inch by inch.

Johnny!: My, my! This man won't even look left or right, up or down when it comes to gifting you. You want that one pretty scented candle that you saw last week? He brings in 10 of them. You just take a look at that pretty shade of lip gloss? Boy, he buys a lifetime stock of it. He doesn't mind you scolding (not too much, but in a cute way) him, because he knows that he will later see you using them.He gets crazy,seeing your pouty little lips wearing that lip gloss. Poor boy, he wants to ruin it so bad with his own lips(which he does). One more thing here! He will whine about rutting his desperate cock in you as he sucks the life out of your pussy, all the while he is grabbing every inch of the fat on the sides of your hip.

Kyle!: This guy is thoughtful, he knows what you like. He likes giving you quality time, like watching a movie and having chocolate covered strawberries. You feeling down? Oh boy, he will order your favourite dish, heat it up himself without letting you do anything and serve it in way as if it was served right in the restaurant. He'll give you whatever you want, but hey! He is a man with feelings too, right? He won't hesitate to tell you what he expects from you, and you too get shy because he says it in his sweet, loving tone. After all, he loves you and you won't think twice as he has already gifted you that Chanel perfume that you wanted (you didn't even tell him, yet somehow he knew that you wanted it). That's how you find yourself sucking the tip of his large cock, as he whispers sweet nothings about how he's gonna treat your already wet pussy, how he's gonna take you slowly and lovingly.

This is my first time writing such stuff so just excuse me if I am wrong anywhere!😅 (God, this is such a bad drabble, I hope you understand what I mean���😭😭)

Please let me know your opinions on this pov so that I can improve!

LOVE YOU ALL COD LUVVIES!!!💟💞💝💖💗

Special thanks to @simonriley09 for replying to each of my irritating messages and request! Ilysm💗💝💟💞💓🎀💟💞

[bratphilia]

note ✩ 🎀°｡‎  no thoughts just teacher student relationship with mikey. my last completely self indulgent fic before i actually get back to answering requests, i promise!! got this idea from this post by @harry1simp

pairing ✩ 🎀°｡‎‎ mike schmidt x reader

cw ✩ 🎀°｡‎‎ professor!mike x student!reader, reader is college aged, age difference, blow jobs, riding, unprotected sex

taglist ✩ 🎀°｡‎ @dilfity@iikyutee@kissingrhi@jen-parker@kathxstuff@papyrus-the-poet@lowballbread@cecelovesbooks@bluebearieally@cybunii@van-van@iamunabletothinkofablogname @1ncidentdropout @ice-echo26@officially-a-simp13@all4kura@el-sol-sale-de-nuevo@littlexstarlightx@samlow23

synopsis ✩ 🎀°｡ you notice your endearing, but bashful, classic literature teacher can't keep his eyes off of you and you decide to do something about it

baby, you might need a seatbelt when i ride it ‎ / ‎ i'mma leave it open like a door, come inside it

strawberry lip gloss (m. schmidt x reader)

you casually stride into your classic lit class, messenger bag swung on your shoulder, wearing tight-fitting leggings and a cropped jacket. it wouldn't be a big deal to you if a shiver didn't shoot up your spine; you felt like you were being watched. it wasn't abnormal for your peers in your classes to cast you glances. instinctively you turn to the podium; it's professor schmidt staring at you.

he's an awkward guy, to be honest, in the sense that he's not very charismatic or expressive. very standoffish, like there's certain things he wants to stray away from. you never really put much thought into it, though, he's very much just someone in the background of your life.

when your eyes meet his face, he's definitely not looking into yours. instead, his eyes are trained on your ass. you stop and clear your throat quietly, grabbing his attention. he immediately flusters and gulps, blinking a couple times to gather his thoughts and snap out of it. internally, you're not disgusted — you're honestly intrigued. brushing all thoughts aside, you take a seat and the lecture starts.

the lecture is about shakespearian works. he talks of hamlet, macbeth, and, interestingly enough (to you, at least), romeo and juliet. he assigns a broad topic essay on picking a play and writing a theme from said play. which is, again, weirdly broad, but you get an idea from the predicament he unintentionally put you in.

somewhere along the way during class, while you're reapplying your lip gloss — strawberry scented with a sheer, light pink tint to it — the two of you make eye contact. you pull the tube away from your glossed lips as he stares at you, and only for the briefest moment, he stops talking. you feel like a spotlight is on you, but everyone else around you disappears, and it's just you and him in that room. then he clears his throat, apologizes, and continues on explaining his expectations for the assignment.

the gears in your head turn. you torture him and you know it. with your pretty outfits and your pretty glossed lips.

the next class is fun, to say the least. you wear a v-neck top with a lace bra peaking under it, paired with bell bottom jeans that, again, hug your ass in a delicious way that catches your professor's gaze. you make eye contact with him like before, and this time, you smile politely and take the initiative to approach him.

he looks the other way for a moment, unsure and nervous, then looks back at you. "hi," you say in a voice that only the two of you could hear. "i was wondering if i could meet with you about my essay sometime."

he inhales. "sure thing," he says, not returning your smile. of course he wanted to help you, you were such a cute little thing, lips shiny and donned in a beautiful outfit that showed off all the right places to make him absolutely weak in the knees. "how about tomorrow evening during my office hours?"

you didn't any classes tomorrow and the only work you had to do was his essay. perfect. "sounds good to me," you say, containing your excitement enough to look innocent.

before you know it, the next evening arrives and you're making your way to the building his office resides in. it's not like you're wearing anything special. just an oversized, forest green campus sweatshirt with shorts underneath. your sweatshirt covers most of the shorts, only showing off your legs, paired with some sneakers. in your opinion, it's a typical outfit; not like you went searching through your closet for something "sexy" to wear to office hours. and yet, your professor still seems to have quite the staring problem. you bite back a smile.

"i wanted help on the essay you assigned," you tell him gingerly. "specifically on how to go about it."

mike inhales through his nose. "right, okay." he pulls a seat up in front of his desk for you and sits down in his respective chair. you promptly take the seat in front of his desk and cross your legs. "do you have an idea of what you want to write for the prompt?"

you, once again, bite back a smile. "i wanted to write about forbidden love between romeo and juliet..." you trail off when he drops his head slightly, breathing a sigh and your name.

you look at him, confused. "i just don't get it," he says, running a hand through his hair. "i just get this vibe from you that—"

"from me?" you say, furrowing your brow, tone accusatory and knowingly. you couldn't believe he was putting this on you. "you're the one with the staring problem!"

he looks at you blankly from your outburst. "you're right... it was totally inappropriate of me," he says with a sigh. "i don't know what's wrong with me."

"nothing's wrong with you," you say softly. you try to offer him a smile and stand up. as you walk over to his side of the desk, he watches you curiously but doesn't stop you. he swivels his chair around to face your direction, creating the perfect opportunity for you to sink down to your knees. you take note of the tent in his pants and allow yourself to smile. you hate to sound like a pornstar — because this situation is starting to turn out like a home movie — but you reach forward and he watches you intently. "if it helps... i'm into it too. can i?"

mike gulps. "please."

you reach forward to unzip his pants. he helps you free his cock from his boxers. the tip is swollen and red, pulsating. you lick your lips and look up at him with doe eyes. mike swallows yet again, adam's apple bobbing. you give him a slow, long lick up his cock. he throws his head back instantly, running a hand across his face in disbelief that this was actually happening. "fuck..." he whispers.

you slide your mouth up and down, eyes trained on his face, his reactions of pleasure. you learn quickly what makes him tick: paying attention to the tip of his cock. you lick around the slit and grasp his dick with your hand to pump as you suck him off. he's writhing and breathing your name, encouraging your movements even more.

when he looks down at you and the two of you make eye contact is when he starts to utter somewhat coherent sentences. "look at you — ngh — lips all glossy on my cock. so fucking — fuck! — sexy, shit."

you can sense that he's close but before he spills into your mouth, he nudging you by your hair to stop. "stop," he breathes, "hey.. stop, stop."

you let him go and remove your hands, head tilted with a frown. he wordlessly grasps you by your waist and pulls you to your feet. "come sit on my lap. can you do that?"

you give him a weak, knowing smile, jaw still tired. before you can hop on, he's undoing the clasp keeping your shorts together and you kick it down your legs. no panties — you have no idea what you do to him. you climb onto his lap, the chair tilting backward ever so slightly to support the weight of both of you. your legs swing over his lap and you rest on one of his thighs. he cradles your face gently and kisses the top of your head. it's surprisingly affectionate.

you're suddenly acutely aware of his hard length prodding against your clothed stomach. you lift your hips and put your hands on his shoulders as he watches you, and sink down onto his cock. the both of you moan in unison.

as you ride him, he can't take his eyes off you, and for once, looking at him is too much to bear. your eyes are shut in pleasure as you moan open-mouthed. all you can hear is the plopping noises of you bouncing up and down and his grunting.

he grasps at your ass and pulls you down so that his cock fits snug inside of you. "come for me me, baby," he whispers. "come on, you can do it. just let go."

"fuck," you groan, tears pricking at your eyes. he comes almost instantly after you, the both of you pulsating in the aftermath of your orgasms.

he keeps himself seated inside of you, once again craddling your face. "did so well f'me, my good girl." you embrace him back, holding onto him tightly.

[eds6ngel]

why can i see either nancy or eddie being in absolute HEAVEN with a nara smith coded reader and them falling in love with their cooking and sweet domestic mannerisms during their relationship 🎀 can you please perhaps do a blurb on that with whoever you choose?

had to whip this up asap! i chose eddie as my brain conjured up some background quicker ♡ also i’m not the best baker/cook, so sorry for any inaccuracies !!

warnings: fem!reader (reader referred to as ‘momma’.) teen pregnancy mention. abortion mention. r is a stay-at-home mom. established relationship. kissing. swearing. food mentions. rockstar!eddie. eddie book context but i changed said context. just lots of fluff!! [0.6k].

Yours and Eddie’s lives hadn’t always been easy.

When you found out you were pregnant at 16-years-old, you were locked and loaded in to have an abortion. Your parents immediately agreed to the decision, wanting you to continue your education and graduate with your high school diploma.

However, after crying your eyes out the night before the scheduled appointment, you just couldn’t do it. And after nine long months of pregnancy, you gave birth to your baby girl Joni, named after Eddie’s mom’s favourite singer.

You moved in with Eddie and Wayne at the time, realising it was easier to take care of a baby in a smaller, more secluded home, rather than a family home full of your bustling, younger siblings.

But, luck managed to strike the two of you when a girl named Paige offered Corroded Coffin a record deal. Your boyfriend made it big.

Big enough that you bought your own home in the center of Indianapolis.

When Eddie wasn’t touring with the band, he would take over from you, looking after Joni whilst you got to doing your favourite activity: baking.

Eddie relished in the fact that he got to see you dancing around the kitchen in your pretty, little apron, decorated with strawberries and calligraphy writing that spelled ‘Kiss the Cook.’

He would always sneak up behind you when you were baking, making you shriek and pressing a firm kiss to your lips, teasing “Just following your apron, sweetheart,” with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What-cha makin’?” he would always ask with his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

And your answer could be anywhere from chocolate chip cookies to a new homemade stew, but, in typical baker fashion, you were always making bread.

“I attempted a new sourdough starter whilst you were off in Europe, and it seems to have worked this time! So, I’m attempting to make some sourdough bread for you.”

“Mmm,” he hums contently, “Sounds delicious.”

“I hope it is,” you replied, “I bought a store-bought one for Joni, but she literally turned her nose up at it. She’s got your fussiness, Munson.”

“I think fussiness is an understatement. She’s getting the rockstar attitude instead of me,” he chuckles.

“But, hey, at least we’re both fans of chocolate. Can always put that on our bread, can’t we, babe?” he yells to his daughter, who simply replies with ‘Dada.’ She’s not quite there with her words yet, but at least she knows who you both are, which is a good start.

“Well, the two of you might just be in luck. Take a look outside.”

Eddie reluctantly lets go of you and steps out into your shared garden to find a new tree had been planted.

“Babe, what is this?”

You cheese at him, “A cacao plant! I’m harvesting cacao beans so I can make authentic chocolate for you!”

Eddie literally moans in delight, running up to you and smacking a kiss onto your cherry-flavoured lips.

“You’re perfect. I love you. I can’t wait. I have to tell Joni.”

His energetic self bounces off to his child, literally singing “Baby, baby! Momma is the best!”

You love your little family so much. You can’t wait to marry Eddie one day so you can have more of his beautiful children. Children which he treated as his own personal best friends. But, maybe that’s what family was all about. Maybe it was creating and loving your own best friends on the deepest level possible.

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You don't need to tell me twice you don't even need to tell me ONCE!! BECAUSE I ADORE AND DEVOUR EVERY SINGLE OF YOUR POSTS ABOUT ROOMMATE!SIMON ALDJWLSKWKWN ((among all many other things)) THE TROPE IS TOO DELICIOUS I CAN'T EVENNNNNNN HHHHHHHH GET MARRIED ALREADY(THEY'RE ALREADY MARRIED)

Also your style is so cute your doodles are so cute it's all adorable I can't even //vibrates as I consume and wait for more

aah!! love you, mwah<3 extremely happy you enjoy my writing and art haha

these have been my favorites so far, strawberry König owns my heart. I can’t believe I’ve actually been drawing him daily for months, I’m low-key impressed with myself lol

the König voices are just really loud🎀✨