#And I am a very soft marshmallow

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

It's fine! Really!

And, honestly, it was actually a bit rude of me to ask in the first place, so how about we call it even?

I guess it just gets a bit frustrating sometimes, is all. And I understand. I used to not tag my more risqué stuff with "nsft" as diligently as I do now. Like, I just wouldn't even think. Then, I got an anon ask saying they were underage & were uncomfortable with that sort of content.

And I was horrified, so now I tag anything I post or reblog that has that sort of content with the right tag & try to encourage others to do so as well.

... Sorry, rambling. That tends to happen.

And, to be fair... I hate that we have so many Judge Frolos, too... but one thing we have to remember is to not generalize. People are just people. And that means that there are gonna be some rotten eggs in every carton, unfortunately.

Like, I could certainly name some really bad agnostics, but that'd be petty & rude, so I'm not going to. Especially considering how nice you'd been.

Also, if you happen to encounter Christians who act in such a way again? My suggestion is to point out how un-Christian their behavior is, possibly with scripture as proof that they aren't behaving how God expects us to. If they actually love Him & legitimately want to do right by him, then if nothing else, it'll at least plant a seed. And if they don't change their behavior, then they might not be as Christian as they pretend to be.

I don't know about anyone else, but that would give me pause & cause me to reexamine my behavior.

Well, whatever. Bless! And thanks for understanding.

Oml I adore you!!! You are absolutely right. I do my best not to generalize and remind myself that not all of one demographic is assholes (I live in a 99.9% Christian area, and its hard to not lump them together as they all really behave the same.)

You were perfectly fine calling me out on my posts if you truly did not enjoy it, especially if you are a follower and enjoy the 99% of my posts that are not religion related! Even if you are a fellow random who stumbled onto my domain, you are very brave for speaking up. I appreciate it.

Judge Frolos, lol. I appreciate the reference. You neat. I have been going that route when I come across folks of that nature, just... The folks of my town don't care, sadly. They continue with their false righteousness of hatred and bigotry and sadly, there is not enough people of the correct righteousness here to help fight back. It's a damn shame, and I admit it has clouded my judgement of many Christians in general. I am sorry for that, and I will do better in the future.

I will certainly try to do better about specific tags. Many may fall through the cracks, but I will definitely put more effort into taking notice of reposts of that nature at the very least.

I wish upon you love, luck, and happiness, my dear Relig Anon. May you be blessed in your endeavors, and may Jesus be with you. Feel free to drop by my asks in the future should you ever wanna chat about religion in a more open discussion or for any other random matter!

[honeytonedhottie]

honeys guide to fall⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧸💕

i am so so excited for fall 2024. this fall we're serving bambi doll, cupcake and espresso scented, french tips and nudes, crispy chocolate croissants and coffees, sweaters and mini skirts…💬🎀

FALL BEAUTY ;

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ marshmallow scented hand creams

as the weather gets colder it becomes more and more important to keep ur skin moisturized and hydrated. carrying around a sweet smelling hand cream can help your hands to stay soft and not dry…💬🎀

♡ fall scented lip balms, body nectars and fragrances

pumpkin, coffee, vanilla, cupcake, chocolate, cinnamon, caramel and buttercream scents are giving fall…💬🎀

lets talk fall beauty products and scents because my favorite part about literally everything is the pampering aspect and the smelling super yummy so lets get into it. the body products i recommend to capture that fall, bambi eyed, doll scent and vibes are.

the sugar cookie body wash from native

ooey gooey cookie body wash from philosophy

chocolate chip body wash from philosophy

all the cozy fireside s’more scents from bodycology

coco coffee body scrub from victorias secret pink

cupcake swirl body fragrance from bodycology

♡ for nails, tapered square french tips or oval shaped nails in nude colors

♡ claw clip hairstyles including half up-half downs or just a classic claw clip pony

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

HOW TO BE A HOTTIE DURING FALL ;

to be a hottie during the fall lets talk about our fall essentials to be our hottest, healthiest and happiest selves this fall…💬🎀

♡ warm milk and honey with a pinch of cinnamon (a real treat)

♡ warm, buttery croissants

♡ wired headphones and a good fall playlist

a good fall playlist consists of artists like lana del rey, pink pantheress, sabrina carpenter and sade…💬🎀

♡ candles that smell like cinnamon cupcakes

♡ a few juicy novels to read

my favorite genres of books to read during this season include mystery, romance and historical fiction…💬🎀

♡ keep up with ur health

during the colder seasons its important to take good care of ur health so make sure that ur taking ur supplements/vitamins, drinking herbal teas and eating a balanced diet to avoid getting sick…💬🎀

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 4.5

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: porn with some plot kinda, this yoongi is very horny and is a very methodical masturbator (?) in the way he set the mood for himself (could be canon, amirite), let’s fix that boner you left him with, and let’s soothe your weary minds from that Dispatch article, POV switch after the article headline, idk if you know that one video of yoongi in d-day during the piano break in life goes on he does this thing with his tongue… it’s written in here somewhere

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.5k

✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: December 15, 2024

✎ ˎˊ˗ A/N: Surprise! I kid you not, this was written within a span of like 8 hours? So if it sucks, that’s probably why, lol. Lucky for y’all I am too impatient to wait for notes milestones before I upload the next part, so here you go. 🎁 Also, @glossdebut, you know what you did. Enjoy, my lovelies~ 💕

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |  Masterlist

“Fuck me…” Yoongi sighs, leaning further back into the computer chair. He runs both hands through his hair as the preliminary pinpricks of pleasure makes his cock spring to life under his sweatpants.

His phone is now propped on his half-empty coffee mug, of which the screen—maxed out in its brightness settings—is projecting the photo you sent through its 2x dynamic galaxy amoled display—of which his dick would personally like to thank his Samsung sponsors.

He is so horny he might just die if he doesn’t get off in the next five minutes. 

It’s your fault. Of course, it is.

God you’re so fucking sexy, do you even know that? Do you even realize what you do to him? He is literally about to masturbate in his multi-million won worth studio to the pitiful pixels you have afforded him with.

He stands up, curses you under his breath as he pulls his pants down to pool around his ankles. He drops to his chair, about to slip a clammy hand inside his boxers when he decides to adjust the view juuuust a little, zooming the photo closer…closer…  and that’s it.

Just the view he needs. (Sue him for having astigmatism.)

He grabs the aircon remote and adjusts the temp to a balmy 24 ‘cause it’d be hella annoying if he can’t get hard because his studio is an igloo.

Some velvety track with soft percussions filter out from his speakers.

A pump of lube from his hidden drawer, wet wipes at the ready for the inevitable clean up, and he’s off to the fuckin’ races. 

His fist wraps the base of his cock, coating his entire shaft with the gel. It's cold, but it immediately warms up to his body temperature as his palm slides up and down his semi. 

Greedy eyes rake your body on his phone screen. Your tits. They’re a vision. He can see just the ghost of your nipples, peaking in the slightest way against your silky top and suddenly his mouth is dry. What would they look like if they’re not hiding from him? For sure they’re puffy. Pretty jet-puffed marshmallows that he’s gonna be putting in his mouth and sucking until you’re falling apart and creaming with just that. He smirks. Yeah, he could do that.

He tugs at his cock faster, licking his bottom lip as he imagines the texture of your pebbled nipples against his tongue. He shivers, increasing the pace of his ministrations, cock now fully hard.

Back to the photo.

Huh. You knew what you were doing—squeezing your breast with your hand. The way the mound of flesh is about to spill over, and your areola is just kissing the edge of the fabric is actually killing him. It’s diabolical. Pure torture.

Had you been here, he’s scooping out that breast, the one you’re holding out to him, so it’s hanging generously from your top, wobbling as he bounces you on his fat dick. 

He feels his eyes crossing, caught in the spell of the hypnotic movements playing out in his mind. He moves his hand faster, cock throbbing and aching for release.

But he’s not there yet.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi lets himself sink back into the memory, rewinding the moments from just hours ago. The sensation of your weight against him is the first thing he recalls—the way your ass fits so perfectly in his lap, warm and soft, like you were made to be there. The way your body had melted into his touch, so pliant, so eager, grinding slightly like you were inviting him to ruin you, and he was more than willing to oblige.

Your lips—he can still taste them if he focuses hard enough—sweet, intoxicating, like the lingering memory of his favorite whisky. And your neck, the way it arched so perfectly for him, leaving him no choice but to press his mouth against it, the faint hint of your skin still ghosting on his lips even now.

If he concentrates, he can almost smell you again, that sweet, delicate perfume that drove him insane. It’s like you’ve imprinted yourself on him. Or maybe it’s the faint traces of your scent that linger on his hoodie, the one you pressed yourself into while straddling him and he could feel the perfect ass against his crotch. 

The thought is enough to send his pulse ticking faster, his head leaning back against the chair as a low, frustrated groan escapes him. He needs you. Fervently. Urgently. Needs you like he has never needed another person ever. 

Jaw slack, tongue dangling from the corner of his mouth, he imagines licking your nipples from side to side and his mouth stretches into a smile. He can almost hear you moan oh yoongi and wow what an ego boost to have you unraveling for him when in reality it’s he who is actually unraveling in his own damn hands. His cock is getting heavier, balls tighter at his impending demise. He tugs and tugs, collecting some of the lube that gathered on the base and pushing it back towards his angry tip, concentrating his movements there.

You’re not in the room but you might as well be with the way your name keeps tumbling from his lips. He is whining like a little bitch in heat, but he doesn’t give a shit. He hasn’t had a satisfying jerk-off like this in a while. He can’t even remember sex being this good. Nothing remotely like the way this fog of lust has him ascending to another plane of existence right now, because you’re so fucking sexy and so good to him and he likes you so damn much and suddenly he’s coming, warm spurts of cum oozes from his throbbing cock decorating his fingers like the rings he used to wear to the knuckle, and fuck he’s still going, there’s so much and god dammit his boxers are soaked but it feels phenomenal.

Chest heaving as if he ran a marathon, he stares at his ceiling, waiting for his heart rate to slow down.

Not long after, he laughs at his stupidity, pulling a wipe from the packet and proceeds to clean up. He sobers up from his horny thoughts, but not by a whole lot. Not when the photo that started it all is still bright and beautiful from his phone. Shit. He cannot wait to fuck you for real. 

Little did he know, something was gonna fuck him up come morning.

AllKpop Scoop:

Confirmed: SUGA of BTS Dating Actress Lee Sung Kyung

Eagle-eyed fans are convinced the duo has been hiding their relationship in plain sight, pointing to their undeniable chemistry during a past Suchwita episode, where sparks were reportedly flying between the two.

The story was everywhere. News sites, entertainment shows, gossip columns, social media—each one milking it for all it was worth. 

Darling of the press, K-drama royalty, multi-awarded thespian Lee Sung Kyung, had resurfaced from her mysterious hiatus, and of course, the headlines couldn’t resist pairing her name with “infamous idol Min Yoongi.” You roll your eyes so far back your head they almost didn’t come back.

The South Korean media was having an absolute field day.

And as much as it hurt to see it, your first instinct wasn’t to dwell on the sting of the rumors. It was to scan every word, every post, every thread, checking if Haneul had been dragged into the mess.

Thankfully, he hadn’t been. You’d be devastated if your little sarang had been implicated in any of these stories. You don’t know the first thing about how to protect the poor baby from these trolls, but you will be damned if you don’t try.

The photo that sparked the frenzy was everywhere—a shot of Sung Kyung leaving Yoongi’s Hannam apartment. That was it. No Yoongi, no Haneul, not even a hint of context. Never mind that the building housed countless tenants or that there was zero proof they were together. It was enough to send the internet spiraling into speculation.

You were scrolling through the comments under one of the reposts, your stomach churning at the sheer creativity of the assumptions being thrown around, when your screen suddenly switched to an incoming call.

Yoongi.

You didn’t hesitate, swiping to pick up almost immediately.

“Sarang,” he starts, his voice soft and familiar, like he already knows he needs to tread lightly. Bro’s really starting with the buttering up.

“Where’s Han?” Was your first question.

“My parents drove him up to Daegu this morning. It’s better if he’s there for now.”

You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your temple as you sit back. “Just answer one question, Yoongi: is it true or not?”

“It’s a big fuckin’ lie,” he says without missing a beat, his voice steady and firm. “None of it is true.”

“So it’s all bullshit?”

“YES.” he replies emphatically.

The tension in your shoulders eases slightly, and you exhale, nodding to yourself. This is fine for now. “Okay.”

“Okay?” There’s a note of uncertainty in his voice, like he wasn’t expecting you to let it go so easily.

“Yes. Just get your ass here by 7 and not a minute later.” You say, firm.

A pause. Then, with the faintest hint of a chuckle, he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

A/N: So???? I don't know what that first part was. It just took a life of its own. Anyway, as per ush, please let me know what you thought about the chapter. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you so much for reading this, you lovely, beautiful human xo

See you in the next half! :)

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

Could you write about stan or Ford taking care of their sick s/o? I've been suffering from an awful head cold this past week and it sucks i could really use the comfort 😭

sick days with Stan & Ford (x reader)

a/n: starting with smth sfw while i work on… other things hehehhe but I hope you’ll feel better! take your meds and let yourself rest 💌 and thank u for the ask, anon!!

Stanford Pines

the kind of man who fights interdimensional monsters but still worries if your tea is the right temperature.

he tucks you onto the couch, fussing over pillows and blankets until you’re buried like some kind of marshmallow. then he disappears into the kitchen, where you can hear pots clanging and. . . is that the blender?

when he returns, he’s holding a tray with a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a strange concoction that’s vaguely green.

“head cold or not, you need fluids. hydration is important,” he says, setting a mug of something herbal-smelling on the coffee table. “this tea is from the forests of dimension 52. the locals swear by it for respiratory ailments.”

you squint at the mug. “it’s not gonna. . . mutate me, right?”

Ford pauses, adjusting his glasses. “probably not.”

“Ford!”

he chuckles, sitting beside you with a soft sigh. “it’s perfectly safe, i’ve tested it. besides, you trust me, don’t you?”

and of course you do, even when his idea of “helping” involves interdimensional remedies that could very well grow you a third arm.

you take a tentative sip. the taste is weird, but soothing, warming you from the inside out.

“good?” he asks, watching your face expression.

“yeah,” you admit, sinking deeper into the blanket. “not bad.”

satisfied or at least faking this, he leans back, but that little crinkle in his brow never really goes away.

“you’re overthinking again,” you notice, looking at him.

“i am not,” he says, entirely unconvincing.

“Ford.”

he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just hate seeing you like this, i keep thinking there must be something more i can do.”

you reach out, tangling your fingers with his. “you’re doing enough, really, just stay with me, okay?”

Ford’s expression softens and he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“always.” and he stays, reading to you from one of his journals while you drift in and out of sleep. his voice is calm, comforting and every so often, he pauses to carefully check your temperature.

Stan Pines

you wake up with your throat feeling like sandpaper and your head pounding. you barely have the energy to groan, let alone drag yourself out of bed, but the world outside your room is loud. voices from the tv, Stan’s yelling at it.

with blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you stumble out and see Stan sprawled on the armchair in his striped boxers and tank top, he’s shoving popcorn into his mouth by the handful, but when he sees you, he nearly chokes on it.

“jeez, you look like somethin’ the cat dragged in. worse than waddles after he found that mud pit last week.”

you sniffle. “thanks for the pep talk, Stan.”

he waves you over as his tone softens. “c’mon, c’mere. what’s wrong? flu? cold? bubonic plague? don’t tell me you’re contagious.”

you plop next to him, dropping your head onto his shoulder. the tv’s too loud, but you can’t even complain about it.

“it’s just a cold,” you murmur. 

“cold, huh? well, that’s nothing to mess with,” you can hear the tease in his voice. “lemme get my doctor bag. got some snake oil in there that cures everything, even bad attitudes.”

he shuffles off to the kitchen, muttering about needing to find some ginger ale. he comes back with a mug of tea that looks. . . questionable. is that a bay leaf? and a handful of mints?

“drink this, kid, don’t ask questions.”

you sip and it’s awful. Stan grins as you make grimace. “told ya it’s magic. now, get cozy.”

he turns the tv down and drapes his old, scratchy afghan over you. you don’t know when it happens, maybe during some ridiculous commercial for glow-in-the-dark socks, but you fall asleep with your head still on his shoulder.

when you wake up, the tea’s gone, replaced by a cup of melted ice cream with a sticky spoon, meanwhile Stan is snoring loudly with his arm protectively thrown over you.

[mblue-art]

You made Killer such a cute little sad boy omg I am screaming. Please hug him or something, or trap him under a content little kitty idk but he needs it.

I love your art, it's so soft, sweet, warm, and cozy. Like marshmallows in warm hot cocoa <3

awe, ur sweet anon, thank u i appreciate this very much <333

belated cuddles from a kibby and his crush!! for the birthday boy! (napping at the coziest corner at ccino's 😎)

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[notyashiro128]

Iam sorry

Small one-shot

Fluff fluff fluff

Megumi During the day he'll be ignoring you being a bit mean to you

Because He doesn't want Nobara Yuji and Gojo to know about your relationship with him

But today He was so mean to you that you were sick and cuz of what he's done you got angry

"fushiguro can you please give me your notes?" You asked him

Yuji and nobara They were behind you

They asked Megumi before you but Megumi's response was no

"Why didn't you write your note?" he was upset

"no, I was a little tired can I take them? "You asked nicely

"Don't take responsibility, you idiot" he said Coldly leaving the class

'Did this mf called me idiot that bitch then in the night he'll be beging me to sleep with him ' you said it to yourself

"What a mean .hey it ok y/n " Nobara tried to calm you down

"Its okay y/n I'll tell him later to give us-"You interrupted Yuji

"no, We don't need his notes"You left the class and closed the door hard behind you. You went to your dorm as soon as you entered, took off your shoes and went to your bed to sleep.

In middle of night about 2 am

As soon as you woke up, you noticed Megumi sitting at your table, writing something. you couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. You wondered how he had gotten there and why and what he was writing in your room without your permission. You decided to confront him and demand an explanation for her actions.

"m-megumi" you said sleeply Megumi turned to you and got up, walking towards you

"What are you doing here "you said sleepily with a soft town

He then lay down next to you and quickly you sat on your bed. "What are you doing here?' you asked madly" I just came to write you the notes you need and I want to sleep with you today" . You gave him look, "huh? " Side eye 😏

"Its just sorry I yelled at you in the morning," He then grabbed your hands and pushed you to lie on your back while Megumi placed his head on top of your chest ( what a boobie guy)

"I'm sorry" He nuzzles your neck and then h buries his face in your chest even more

"ah me_gumi stop, you're crushing me" you were about to moan

"Oh, I forgot that they are very sensitive but soft like a pillow or marshmallow~," he murmured sleepy then He laid next to you on his side while you lay on your back you you got up and sat in a chair,

"Y/N. What's wrong with you?" He sat on a bed. "Don't talk to me. I won't sit next to you" you said Coldly

."Why said I'm sorry? " He said it softly. " No, I will not accept your sorry, sorry won't fix a broken heart"

As Megumi approached you, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. You quickly rose from your seat and tried to distance yourself from him, but he followed you. Suddenly, you found yourself pressed against a wall, his hand resting on your waist. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and nervousness as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You mustered up the courage to speak up, "Please, stay away from me, Fushiguro."

When you called him by His first name he knows that you are upset

Then he picked you up and put you in a bed. He covered you with a blanket and hugged you tightly. You were tired

iam sorry *kiss at your forehead* iam sorry*kiss at the tip of your nose* " iam sorry" * kisses at your cheeks* "iam sorry" * kiss at your lips* you giggled trying to hide your smile

As Megumi hugged you tightly, you could feel his hand running over your arm. He leaned in towards you and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek, followed by the words, "I love you." You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you realized how soft and warm his touch was. The moment was so tender and intimate that it made you feel safe and loved.

"I love you too goodnight," You Said quickly trying to back to sleep. Megumi couldn't sleep, but he kept watching you.

What's next?

[moon-mage]

hiiiii, I was the N2 anon and I just saw the second pj drawing and AHHHHH!! THEY'RE SO CUTE!!! They're expressions are on point too lol. I love your art so much, thanks for drawing the sillies again <3

You are so very welcome! They are truly a pleasure to draw! 👑���🐍 Even doodled one more fluff cuddles for funsies because I am a soft marshmallow 🤭

Don’t let Leona fool you guys, he enjoys this immensely.

[kitten4sannie]

♪ 5k followers event: pick a song ♪

i really never thought i would make it to a milestone like this when i first made this blog ;^; thank you all for making me feel at home in the atiny community :3 and ofc thank you so very much for the love, support, and feedback i’ve received thus far!! it means the entire world to me <3333 and without further ado, let’s get the event started, shall we? as someone who injects music into their veins on the daily, i thought this would be really fun hehe the possibilities are endlessssss,, i will be doing multiple fics for my bias line + my wreckers bc i am insane and if i receive more requests after the slots are filled i will do my best to incorporate some of the details of your requests into the fics i’ll be working on ✨

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↓ requests now closed ↓

✮ san (3/3)

♪ possessive/toxic san + bloodsport by sleep token + demon au ♪

♪ mean dom san + judas by lady gaga ♪

♪ psychopath san + psycho by muse ♪

✮ yunho (2/2)

♪ soft bf yunho + stupid in love by max feat. yujin ♪

♪ soft dom yunho + after hours by kehlani ♪

✮ wooyoung (2/2)

♪ rich husband wooyoung + would you mind by janet jackson ♪

♪ jealous mean dom wooyoung + agora hills by doja cat + idol/manager au ♪

✮ mingi (2/2)

♪ toxic dom mingi + lethal woman by dove cameron ♪

♪ lovestruck bf mingi + wanna be yours by arctic monkeys ♪

✮ seonghwa (2/2)

♪ dom hwa + soulmates au + vore by sleep token ♪

♪ possessive toxic seonghwa + but daddy i love him by taylor swift + biker au ♪

✮ hongjoong (2/2)

♪ cowboy joong + miles on it by marshmallow feat. kane ♪

♪ love drunk simp joong + ruby by woozi ♪

✮ yeosang (2/2)

♪ soft bf yeosang + desire by ateez ♪

♪ yeosang + cruel summer by taylor swift + childhood friends to strangers to lovers ♪

✮ jongho (2/2)

♪ dilf jongho + (song tba) + mafia au ♪

♪ needy jongho + nerdy by purple kiss + college au ♪

✮ woosan (1/1)

♪ dom woosan + please me by bruno mars feat. cardi b ♪

✮ yungi (1/1)

♪ love crazed yungi + eclipse by josh makazo + love triangle au ♪

✮ seongjoong (1/1)

♪ possessive dom seongjoong + house of balloons by the weekend ♪

✮ yeojong (1/1)

♪ dilf athletes yeojong + woo by rihanna + stripper au ♪

[the-s1lly-corner]

craving some more fluff serotonin in life, can we please have some promts of kissing/first kiss with the TADC cast? (caine will be....something lmao)

Kissing hcs w/ TADC cast

gonna format this kind of like the hugging hcs post! also reminder that requests are still closed, i am answering requests that were sent before this morning! any requests sent after are going to be deleted due to me trying to clear my inbox; please hold onto your requests until i announce requests are open again! if in doubt refer to my bio!/nm/not targeted

CAINE:

this man would not be shy about giving you affection, he would kiss you as soon as he felt it was right and you were giving him the cues and all that. he understands that teeth arent ideal for kissing so similar to kinger (who i wrote first for this post) he gently presses himself into your mouth. weird feeling but hes careful not to bite you or get too harsh, i give him a 6/10

POMNI:

very short you might have to kneel or pick her up so she can reach you if you're taller than her.. very timid and awkward, quick peck on the lips. pomni does not know what she is doing!! who let her cook! 7/10 though, pomni as a whole is soft, its kind of like kissing a marshmallow... actually she kind of tastes like one too, weird... give her some time and she'll be more confident!

RAGATHA:

soft but not as soft as pomni, instead of kissing a marshmallow its like kissing one of your dolls... i think it depends on what kind of material ragatha would be made out of... assuming the digital world gives her textures and give and all that.. hmm...her mouth is odd, i personally hc that its just. 2D. like pomni has a proper mouth, you can see the depth of it. but ragathas mouth is like, stop motion... 7/10 simply because she probably holds you close and her hugs are amazing so it just adds to the experience

JAX:

similar to caine, i think! we never see jax actually.. open his mouth, its just teeth. personally i think thats just how his mouth is, he cant open his teeth. so... teeth kisses... though caine can actually open his mouth, jax just has. the wall of teeth... odd... kiss the teeth wall i promise he brushes his teeth/j i give him a 6/10, i think its something you have to get used to

KINGER:

i said it a few times but kinger would need to hype himself up before kissing you for the first time. or alternatively, if a tense moment just happened where say.. one of you guys almost got hurt (or as hurt as you can get in the digital world,) he would probably kiss you me thinks... no mouth how will he give kiss kiss :(? gently presses where his mouth would be to yours. hard and cold, 5/10 but he still tries to be gentle so its not like hes clacking himself against your teeth

ZOOBLE:

similar to kinger but also not because of how zoobles head is shaped... maybe you guys can assume the space between their eyes is where their mouth would hypothetically be. its like putting your mouth against those plastic foods.. cold, their head feels hollow like some of the plastic food toys.. not noticeable unless you press hard against them.. 4.5/10

GANGLE:

you see this one i can work with since i have already written characters with masks getting kisses! just kiss where her mouth is and you're golden! sure the mask is also her face and shes like ragatha in regard to the 2d mouth thing... but hey its better than zooble, i think! similar scoring, i think, 7/10 also i think she would put her hands on your cheeks while you two kiss

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ohhh, Sometimes women's breast get clogged up with milk, könig would use this as the perfect opportunity to be close to you and massage your chest to help, he's just so sweet helping you out like that.😊

Omg omg omg of course he’d help her!!!

CW: Postpartum phase, children, light angst, breast stimulation, yandere undertones.

König has become soft ever since the baby was born.

You read somewhere that men's testosterone levels suffer a significant drop after they become fathers, which perhaps explains why he looks like a melting marshmallow in hot cocoa these days. König's stare has always followed you wherever you go but now that you're carrying his child in your arms, the looks he gives you are far more… benevolent. You suspect he must be proud of you, first carrying the baby for nine long months and then suffering an arduous birth - because of course this titan's baby weighed over 8 pounds - and now you're giving your everything to the soft little thing König calls "his kleine Butterblume."

You're in a baby bubble together, but not all days are heavenly and sweet. And now, on top of everything else, your breast is clogged. The lady at the maternity clinic told you this is a common issue and can easily be dealt with at home, but the instructions you received left you staring off into space for a few moments.

Later that evening, the problem is still very much acute, and you're getting desperate.

When you go to König and beg him to help you, there is a sharp intake of breath just before he nods. An odd striptease show ensues in silence: you're puffy and swollen and sore, you feel like a wreck as you take off your shirt and bra. König has always referred to you as a flower or a heavenly being, but now, you must resemble a sullen bloom at the end of July. Overblown and weary, heavy and plush, petals pouting, falling if someone were to touch them.

You feel like crying from seeing that König still worships you with his stare. If anything, he seems to approve of the extra pounds and your devastated state, only looks you up and down with boundless hunger, silent but with a heaving chest. When you're bare, he rises, and you're turned around and pulled in a stout embrace. Large, warm hands land over your poor, aching breasts, and you quickly remind him to be gentle - the instructions were to pet the breasts like you would a cat. He rumbles a dark laugh against your back, and then the hands start to massage you, blessedly soft but imperious.

Your sighs grow heavy and weary. It hurts a little, but the relief is imminent. Your head rolls back to rest on the mountain of his chest, and then you begin to sob.

You let it all come out as a series of soft, sad little whines: how tired you are, how the baby is far more work than you thought, how your breasts hurt all the time and how you don't even know if you're doing things right. How you just want to sleep…

He rubs you through your breakdown, and it's soothing to be held by someone as strong as König… But then he pants a hot wish in your ear.

"I thought we'd soon make another one..."

"Mh, wha–another one?"

"Ja, sicher. We must make three or four at least. Oder?"

You are about to collapse, about to faint, but can't because a demigod is keeping you from falling.

"Don't worry little lily. I know you need to rest first. I'll wait a few more weeks."

"König–"

You shudder as his thumbs brush over your nipples.

"Am I doing it right?" He asks with a low, soft purr.

Your mind is in disarray, a trophy from not getting enough sleep for months, and you're tired of struggling against his indomitable will. First things first, you think, stuffing the earlier conversation somewhere into the recesses of your exhausted mind.

"Um. The lady said you should–that you could… try to suck them too," you breathe with unease.

"Ist das so?"

You're moved to the bed before you can even whimper.

...Is he so eager to do this?

Of course he is; you haven't had sex in months. He's only had his own calloused hand to keep him company, and you've been too tired to even think about such things. Your body has become a stranger to you, and when he moves to crawl on top of you, it only looks like the prowl of an apex predator.

The coarse stubble of his chin makes you flinch – it's like an array of tiniest daggers caressing your breasts. When he takes your aching nipple into his warm mouth, you shudder. It feels utterly different to have a grown man sucking on your tits; it's ten times more demanding, a hundred times more intense when the man in question is König. The hunger, the overstimulation, the exhaustion make your head spin, his mouth and tongue force you to release your stress in shakes. Before you even know it, there are tears streaming down your face.

He doesn't stop. Probably thinks it's only a good thing that you get it all out of your system. He must feel good about himself for making you cry while lapping and sucking at your breasts, he rubs, licks, and nibs until you're sniffling and wailing on that bed.

"Little angel… I've never been this hard," he pants on your slathered, slick nipple. "Do you know what it does to a man to look but never touch?"

Your tiny, weary heart is flapping against its cage. "König, we can't make another one… I can't, I can't, not yet…"

"Ah… But if I promise I'll pull out?"

[yourmomxx]

— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —

male!reader

a bit nsfw under the cut

just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here

I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”

ain’t happening

starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues

But you didn’t let him push you away

It took a while for him to let you in

But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever

Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it

so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship

even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first

kie was the first to actually figure it out

because john b is a bit slow

and pope thought y’all were just really good friends

(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)

but they all love you

while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not

you most definitely had it easier than sarah

but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer

speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them

like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them

if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too

we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house

except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son

jj always held you back tho

he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison

you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first

silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company

“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”

he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues

“did you know that y/n did …”

“y/n actually told me …”

“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”

“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”

the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him

he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts

his brain short circuits

It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know

jj plans the cutest dates

like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows

soft touches

and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this

like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting

and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.

or bonfires

sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time

you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body

fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach

putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”

shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close

your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other

f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s

hello and goodbye kisses

puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)

falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues

such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy

says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you

jj practically lives at your apartment

he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything

when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him

will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent

with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible

and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily

of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that

communication is key in your relationship

you’ve ensured that from the very beginning

you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together

there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments

cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in

stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time

his wardrobe is mostly your clothes

you would go to jail for each other

“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“

you meet him at the beach to watch him surf

because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything

he’s the best at cheering you up

he’s everything but a dry texter

you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta

how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery

jealousy because, again, secret relationship

“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”

“oh, I’m not.”

“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”

“mhm.”

but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way

has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love

you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear

knuckle kisses

just staying in bed all day and cuddling

he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you

whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him

— nsfw ————————————————

you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them

he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory

so you had to teach him some stuff

but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be

he’s a switch but mostly bottoms

it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him

sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk

he whimpers

he has a praise kink

“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”

those just do it for him

there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)

and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)

he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too

quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)

his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫

head in small caves at the beach

hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”

the pogues tease him about them the morning after

“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”

teasing. like so much. from both sides

whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place

high sex

handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 26!!

July 26th <3

Unpleasant - @jegulus-microfic - words: 628

First part Previous part

The woods were certainly... unpleasant. Due to the pours of rain they'd had the past few days, the ground was turned from dust to thick, brown, swampy mud. His feet squelched on the ground as the group trudged along. today they'd planned to get the kids on the zipline, but it was a walk to the other side of camp to get there. 

Chatter surrounded them with the occasional sound of a twig snapping as Regulus carefully avoided the roots plotting to trip him up.

The silence suddenly felt too loud, no words left James' mouth as he walked forward, not even a hum or an annoying whistle sang from his lips.

His head seemed to involuntarily turn to the side to scan over the other mans face, he was chewing onto his bottom lip and occasionally adjusting the gold ring that pierced through his nose.

"James?" He spoke up after he'd decided he'd been staring a minute too long.

"Hm?" James turned to look at him and almost instantly, the look of nerves wiped from his face as he gazed down at Regulus with his wide eyes.

"Are you okay?"

A beat, just one second. James face looked as if it had melted like a soft marshmallow on a hot stinging flame that was Regulus Black. The corners of his dark, slightly bitten lips tipped up into a caring smile as his eyelashes fluttered open and closed once, then twice as he smiled wider. Seeing James like this made Regulus so happy, James was so full of joy, sunlight, and safety it just gravitated Regulus towards the other man - not allowing him to even try to look away from the light that was burning a pattern of James Potters love onto his irises.

"You really care?" Looking slightly shocked, the brunette asked. It startled Regulus how startled James looked at the thought that Regulus cared about him, of course he did. 

"Why wouldn't I?"

James just shrugged, shaking his head as the whole world around them seemed to morph into only the very real smile Regulus gave when he looked down at the floor and the way James softly moved a curl on Regulus' head. "'was out of place." He hummed.

Regulus watched the floor as their feet walked in sync, James' red converse a sparse difference compared to Regulus' green ones. The youngers threaded with silver and black beads and kept neat, while the older one had tatted, discoloured laces and no longer white surface covered with doodles and initials of others.

S.O.B... sketched messily on the side.

R.L.L... neatly curled around the shoe.

P.O.P...

L.J.E...

M.G.M...

M.E.M...

He read through all the initials, it was rather sweet actually, all the people that James loved had clearly written that on there themselves. The shoes were worn out, tatty and old, yet that had a meaning to them that no one could ever replace.

Slightly immersed in his thoughts, Regulus missed a twig that rounded out of the ground as his foot caught on it. He slipped forward towards the ground, before a heavy arm wrapped itself around Regulus' delicate waist and tugged him up before he fell. He heard a laugh come from James, who's arm was still wrapped around Regulus' waist - honestly, if it were up to Regulus, the arm would stay there for a whole lot longer.

"Careful there love." He chuckled.

"I am being careful." Regulus snapped, avoiding looking at James' lips even though they were ever so close and at the perfect height. Screw that man, and screw him for slotting in with Regulus like a jigsaw piece, it made this whole situation even harder for Regulus. He's not even sure if they really fit together, or if they could just be two separate pieces from two very different puzzles, coincidently finding each other for only a short while.

Next part

[ray935sworld]

Even the cold melts with you

Lucalex domestic fluff

19.12 winter writing

"OH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Alex screamed.

He was standing in his own kitchen, listening to Christmas music, lost in his thoughts. Until his boyfriend had approached him. And looking back, his reaction definitely was justified.

Luca had decided to sneak in after his walk with Shira and stich. And since it was winter, it was pretty cold outside. Luca hands had gotten cold and instead of a proper kiss hello, he decided to announce his present by putting his hands on his lovers hot neck.

So yes, it had taken the Spaniard by surprise. He felt the hands wrapping around his neck. He felt the long, soft fingers around his throat. Not really pressing down, but with a calm, existing pressure.

It would have been sexy. If his fingers weren't around as cold as ice which startled the hot running man and lead to his reaction.

Luca however was just giggling, clearly amused that his little prank had worked that well.

"You-!" Alex said, a smile already giving his act away. "You are a very mean, mean man, Luca Marini" "Awe, my poor darling." The Italian replied with fake empathy.

His smile soon turned bright and wide. "Unfortunately for you, I am YOUR mean, mean man"

Alex grinned, grabbing the collar of Lucas shirt and pulling him closer. "You bet. You're mine. Just mine. Even if you're mean"

Luca, grinned, stepping close. He was lifted his hands in defeat. But Alex saw where he was going with it. Luca often cupped his cheeks his hands to pull him closer and kiss him again. And normally the Spaniard loved it. But not right now.

He pulled his head back with a pointed look. "Keep those block of ice you curse hands away from me, Elsa" he stated and Luca couldn't help but laugh.

"But I'm cold." The Italian replied with sadness that wasn't really there. He pushed his lower lip a little bit in front and gave his lover the saddest puppy eyes he was able to manage.

"Don't you want to help me? Do you really want me to freeze? What if my fingers fall of from bring froze and I can't ride anymore?"

"One less rival to worry about" Alex replied. "You'd just be my wag and I'd take you everywhere without having to worry that you'd crash"

He stated. He watch Luca smile as if that was really an option. Instead of asking, he handed him a warm mug. "But I'm nice. That should be enough to warm your hands. For now. Maybe you get some body heat later" he added with a wink.

"Now that sounds interesting... Thank you, my love" he replied softly as he eyed the drink.

It was definitely hot chocolate. Plain. No whipped cream. No marshmallows. Nothing. Just hot chocolate in a big Christmas themed mug. He had one that resembled a reindeer. Alex had a matching one that was made to look like a Santa hat.

Franky had gotten them those for the academy game of secret Santa 2 years ago. They always used them during the winter. It had become a tradition to get them out when they returned from the last race before the winter break.

Luca checked on Alex mug just to see exactly what he had already expected. His hot chocolate was the complete opposite. It was topped with probably everything their small candy cupboard had to offer.

He eyed the drink with slight disguest. He hated it when it was too sweet. Unlike Alex. He had a proper sweet tooth.

Luca really wasn't the one to say anything against it. He just wanted his boyfriend to be happy and comfortable.

And right now - only a few weeks into winter break with months to come until he had to worry about his weight and diet again - was the only time he was allowed to have something like this.

But it was a lot.

"Do you want to have some hot chocolate with that mountains of marshmallows or-" Luca asked jokingly.

It was then that Alex opened one of the cupboard and pulled out some chocolate sprinkles. He kept eye contact with Luca. He was grinning like a little kid when he purred them over the white mountain that was almost falling over his mug.

"Are you trying to avoid Christmas with my brother by putting yourself into a sugar coma?" Luca asked laughing. Alex just smiled, seemingly pleased with his creation.

"Maybe" he replied, taking the mugs and heading into the living room. He put them on the small table infront of their fire place.

For a moment he looked up, watching the tall flames flicker and perform their secret dance. The soft crackles filled the silence between them.

He heard Luca flopping down on the couch. He let out a deep breath and Alex smiled.

For a moment he took the situation in. There was a fire burning. The outside world had long turned cold. But Alex and Luca were here, warm, wrapped up in their love.

He let himself fall down next to Luca and just leaned against him. His head against his chest, feeling Lucas arms curl around him, pulling him closer. He felt his lips kissing the top of his head.

"Luca" he whispered. "Mm? Yeah, my love" "From all the amazing places we go to every year... This is my favorite. Right here in your arms"

[myhimbomingi]

Dreamland

pairing: mingi x gender neutral reader! genre: established relationship and fluff ~ wc: 1k summary: you have had a long day at work and just can't wait to see your boyfriend. little did you know, he was going to surprise you instead of doing your typical routine together.

a/n: this is my very first fic!! i hope you all enjoy my insane love for mingi hehe! i am looking forward to write more in the future :) please share any feedback you may have! much appreciated!

You tiredly look at the time on your computer, hoping the work day is finally over.

It’s only 3 pm!? 

You think to yourself, releasing a deep sigh. You take out your phone to text your boyfriend to get into a better headspace, hoping his sweet words will give you the energy to keep going instead of quitting on the spot.

“Mangiiiiiiiiii~”

“Babeeeeeeee!~”

“I’m not sure if I can make it. It’s only 3 o’clock. I’m tired, stressed, and just miss you ;-;”

“You can’t give up y/n!! I will not allow it! >:( I did make it home early so if you get through the day I will give you all the love in the world!”

You giggle at his text. You knew whatever he was gonna say was going to make you smile. You have a feeling he will have some dinner ready for you with your favorite cozy pajamas out for you to change into immediately. You grow a big smile on your face just thinking about it.

“Okay! I will work hard until the very end! Love you bunches! <3”

“That’s what I like to hear~ love you bunches too!”

You heart his message and put your phone away. You straighten your posture and get right to work with this new fire under you that Mingi has given you.

*****

As you are walking up to your apartment door, you could smell delicious food floating in the air. You can’t really make out what it is, but you know it’s going to be good. 

You excitedly unlock your door and walk in, quickly closing the door behind you and taking off your shoes.

“Mingi, I’m back!” You exclaim, as you put your shoes in their place.

“Babe!”

Mingi scurries over to you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a tight bear hug.

You wrap your arms back around him, squishing your face deeper into his chest, feeling his warmth that you have missed all day while being in an office ice box. You take a deep breath, breathing in his scent. You really are back home.

Mingi kisses the top of your head. You can feel his smile through the kiss, making you giggle.

“I’m so happy you’re home. I have a fun surprise for you!”

“Really?” You look up at him with a confused look. You thought you already predicted what the night will be but didn’t expect your boyfriend to do something more than the usual.

Mingi releases you, looking at you with the most precious smile. He moves out the way of your vision into the apartment, leaving his one arm wrapped around your waist.

“Tada!!” He opens his other arm out presenting what he has done.

You scan the room in amazement. 

The living room has been transformed with blankets and pillows on the floor while the couch is now a pillow fort with fairy lights all around it. The coffee table has a lit candle, smelling like eucalyptus, along with two plates of the dinner you two are about to eat together. 

You scan over to the kitchen to the left of you, seeing two mugs, packets of hot chocolate, and a big bag of mini marshmallows - all set and ready for your sweet treat after your dinner. 

“You have been working so hard lately,” Mingi says, breaking the silence. “I really wanted to do something extra special for you this time around. I remember you mentioning how you used to do this as a kid and I thought it would be fun to have you experience that again”

You are speechless and before you realize it, a few tears fall down your face.

Mingi hears you sniffling and looks down at you “Y/n! Why are you crying??” 

He cups his large but soft hands around your face, wiping the tears gently with his thumbs. 

“Did I upset you with this? I am so sorry..” 

Mingi looks at you so worried, like a puppy who thinks they did something wrong.

You look up at him, cupping his face as well, bringing his face closer to yours to give him a soft but meaningful kiss. 

“No, Mingi. I love this so much. I am just feeling so overjoyed right now” 

You give him a soft smile and kiss him one more time.

Mingi releases his hands from your face and places them on your hips, bringing your body closer to his. He leans more into your kiss with much more passion.

You both release and you give him the biggest smile with sparkly eyes from your tears. 

“Now I would love to try this dinner you made and snuggle up to you in our pillow fort!”

Mingi gave you the biggest smile, kissed your forehead, and took your hand to lead you to your pillowfort dreamland. 

At this moment, you couldn’t believe you are being shown so much love from Mingi. You never had luck with relationships in the past but here you are now with someone who thinks about you and will do anything to make your days much happier. 

You smile with this thought as you take a bite of your food.

“What are you smiling about?” Mingi asks with his own smile on his face.

You shrug as you put your fork down “Nothing really. Just feeling very lucky having you as mine” 

You blush in embarrassment from even saying something like this out loud.

“Seems like more than nothing to me!” Mingi chuckles then gives you a kiss on your temple. “I also feel very lucky”

You lean into him as his arm wraps around you. You both continue to eat together snuggled up, laughing and enjoying each other's company. 

I wonder what other surprises he will come up with next.

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congrats on 1k babes!!!

i'm pickin a lil drabble, hyperfem reader and daryl? i just love that lol dynamic they're so opposite 💕

cw- mentions of blood/injury (not towards the reader)

When he walks in the house, he’s hit with the smell of something sweet. Marshmallows and pecans or something or other. The wick of the candle is still glowing when he walks over to the coffee table and puts it out. Very confused that you haven’t answered. He calls out a hello once more.

Still no answer.

He figures you’re just busy. Out with Rosita or maybe at Ricks, looking after Judith. But it was unlike you to leave a candle burning.

He’s only two steps from the bedroom when he hears it. Footsteps.

Lots of them. Shuffling on the shag carpet. He slowly draws his knife and carefully opens the door. Just enough to see inside the bedroom.

It’s only you. His shoulders immediately relax and his arm falls to his side. Retracting the blade back where it belongs.

You have headphones on. Huge ones with a cord attached to an iPod sticking out the back pocket of your denim skirt. You’re dancing. Not just a little head nod. No. You’re fully rocking out. Hips swaying as you jump up and down, humming along to who knows what Rick downloaded onto your iPod. And you still haven’t noticed your audience.

He can’t help but smile. Leaning up against the doorframe. Watching you move. Your hips. Your waist. Your arms going above your head as you spin yourself around.

He looks around the room and finds it a damn mess. Clothes are everywhere. Hangers on the bed. Makeup bag poured out on the dresser. Daryl shakes his head with a huff of amusent. He leaves you alone for two days…

“Oh shit!” You physically jump back when you finally see him. Heart rate skyrocketing before you realize the dark haired man is just your boyfriend. Dressed in full leather. Dirty and bloody with a brand new shiner on his eye and a busted up lip.

“You scared me,” you whine, pulling your headphones down and around your neck. Placing a hand on your heart as you regain your breath. Trying to calm your racing heartbeat down.

He chuckles, licking his bloodied lips and moving to join you. He settles right in front of you as you lean back on the dresser. One hand going to your hip, the other tucking some hair out of your face.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” He gives you a sweet smile as he nudged a denim clad thigh between your legs.

“Dare… your face…”

“Huh? Oh- s’ nothin,”

Your brows pull together in an disapproving scowl.

“Daryl, those stitches were fresh. I did a really good job and you split ‘em already. It hasn’t even been a week.” Your voice is both full of concern and irritation. You’d finally perfected your sutures after hours of practice with Denise. You let the man leave the walls for two days and bam. His handsome face is fucked. Again.

“I know, m’ sorry.”

You pause for a moment. Hands going to fidget with the zipper of his jacket.

“Well?” You ask, irritated.

His own face sets in confusion.

“The other guy…?”

“Oh- uh,” he shakes his head, “you don’t wanna know, baby.”

You gently bring a hand up to his face, the soft pad of your thumb running over his lip. He doesn’t mean to flinch when you brush the part where his skin has split, all red and swollen.

“Tell me,” you whisper, leaning in and pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to his busted lip. Wishing it was that easy, that you could heal him with a simple token of love.

He lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes. Pressing his forehead against yours, rough hands tightening their hold on your waist.

“It��s over. Doesn’t matter.”

You nod hesitantly. Wrapping your arms around his waist, underneath his jacket. His torso is warm against your touch.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is soft. Genuine.

He moves to kiss the top of your head, and pulls you into his chest. The clean perfume of your shampoo envelops his senses, and he wants nothing more than to breath you in and hold you close for the next 48 hours.

“I am now.”

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[CN] MLQC 7th Anniversary - Kiro's Route (Part 2)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This translation was done with the help of Google Translate :>]

Prev: Part 1

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After touring Huapu Street thoroughly a few days ago, we decided to move our shooting location to East Bay.

Even though our plans were finalized, Kiro happened to receive a phone call in the morning and had to leave home in a rush.

I check my phone again — it is almost an hour past the agreed time and he still hasn't come back.

I can't help but sigh, the worry in my heart getting harder and harder to ignore.

MC: ...Nothing will happen, right?

Just as I am about to make another call, a silver light flashes in the distance.

I widen my eyes a bit, thinking I'm seeing things—

Helios is walking quickly amidst the crowd, and the moment he sees me, he quickly rushes towards me.

Helios: I'm late. There was a bit of a traffic jam on the way.

A bit of rapid breathing is contained within that low voice, as if he has spent quite a long time running.

The wind and the crowds of people keep passing us by, bringing with them a clamorous noise. For some reason, I find myself suddenly smiling and reaching out to stroke his silver hair that is now messed up by the wind.

MC: It's okay, I didn't wait long.

Helios: Liar.

He takes hold of my cold fingertips, and as he softly tightens his grip, warmth instantly envelops me.

I lean my head against him.

MC: No, I mean subjectively, I didn't wait long.

Helios: It's my fault, I should've called you just now.

MC: I know you would've called me if you found the time.

Although I don't know how urgent his situation was, I can roughly guess that it must've been very tricky. I glance at him a few times out of the corner of my eye, and after making sure that he has no injuries, I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

MC: So are all those issues resolved now?

Helios: They're resolved.

Helios: No one will bother us anymore.

I nod and stop asking about these things that make him unhappy. I shake our arms that are now linked together.

MC: Then the rest of your time belongs to me, right? Producer Kiro.

His eyes flicker slightly and following my strength, he clasps my fingertips.

Helios: Of course.

Holding my arm with one hand, he takes out a DV with the other.

Recalling that he almost handed over the task of filming to the drone a few days ago, I can't help my curiosity.

MC: Are you also going to be a cameraman today?

Helios: Mm. After reviewing what we shot these days, I discovered that there weren't many close-ups, so I have to shoot them myself.

The winter sun brings a non-intrusive warmth, just perfect for the cool sea breeze.

We bite into marshmallows, hold hands and walk slowly along the beach.

The soft sugar shreds melt on the tip of my tongue, turning into a pure and light sweetness that, together with our intertwined fingers, seems to color my mood with a sweet hue.

Due to the city celebrations, all the shops along the coast have changed their appearance. The stalls that usually have a lively atmosphere are now painted with pastel colors and various kinds of love hearts.

In this love filled atmosphere, I unconsciously look at the person beside me--

The blend of soft silver hair and the deep sea brings an indescribable sense of comfort.

Perhaps it is because every time I find myself with him like this, there has always been some kind of unexpected emergency or crisis.

But now the sun is shining, and the dense white waves roll along the beach, making a soothing rustling sound.

So even if we don't do anything, and just keep holding hands like this, I find myself immensely satisfied.

At this moment, a huge cheer sounds not far away. I look in the direction of the sound and find someone proposing on the beach and giving flowers away to passers-by.

I also join in the fun and take a pink flower, waving it at Kiro with a smile.

MC: Let's also share in the joy~

Helios: Share how?

I smile and gently sweep the small flower in my hand across his chest and neck... Finally, with a bit of mischief in my heart, I rub it against the tip of his nose.

MC: Mm, you are very happy now. Feel it?

Helios: It doesn't seem as direct as my usual way of sharing joy.

He says it nonchalantly. I can't help but blink my eyes in curiosity.

MC: How do you usually do it?

Helios: You know how, better than anyone else.

He takes the flower from my hand and bends down to look at me--

The face that suddenly approaches makes my heart skip a beat, and my vision gradually fills with blue. In the next instant, a unique scent suddenly hits me, and before I can react, he rubs the tip of my nose with his, leaving a subtle itch.

Helios: Mm, I finally got the joy I wanted.

He looks at me in the hazy sunlight, and even the ends of his cold silver hair are tinged with a circle of warm light.

Those deep blue eyes are focused and quiet.

For some reason, I get the urge to call his name.

MC: Kiro.

Helios: Hm?

He responds very naturally, tilting his head slightly.

At this moment, the crowds around us seem to grow distant, the only sound being the waves hitting the shore, gentle and low.

I look into those eyes devoid of gloom and can't help laughing.

When I come back to my senses, our breaths almost meld together, a white mist rising in the cold winter air.

He purses his lips and waits quietly for me to get closer.

Taking in the tenderness in his brows and the flash of expectation in his eyes, I suddenly find the scene in front of me to be somewhat familiar.

Gently taking a small piece of cotton wool from the ends of his hair, I quickly jump back a few steps.

Seeing the rare look of surprise on that face, I smile triumphantly.

MC: Hehe~ This is something I learnt from the "bad guy"!

Note: This is a reference to Kiro's Unbiased Mirroring Mind's Quest :>

Watching him subtly raise his eyebrows, I turn around and run, but am quickly caught in a strong embrace.

MC: Whoa--

We hug each other in laughter, and our bodies fall to the side amidst our playfulness.

Immediately, a hand stretches out to protect my head. The cool beach is like a soft embrace, wrapping around us. The flowers in my hands also break into petals, scattering on the fine sand.

Our hot breaths entangle together, and I can almost see his distinct eyelashes tremble slightly.

Those deep eyes are occupied with my reflection.

MC: Since you're a "good guy" right now, you can't think about "retaliation".

Helios: If it were you, wouldn't you think about it?

MC: [cheekily] That—I will need some time to think about.

With a grin, I squeeze his fingertips. Just as I am about to pull him back up, the back of my head is held down, and a shadow presses me below along with his familiar breath.

The sound of waves washing the beach is like the murmur of the sea, but at this moment, the sea seems to be right in my eyes.

MC: ....You're cheating.

Helios: If you want something, you should get it yourself. How can that be considered cheating?

With his slender eyebrows slightly raised, he sits up from the sand, his usually neat silver hair now covered in fine sand.

I hold back my smile and reach out my hand to gently brush away the sand on the ends of his hair. The hair between my fingers is so soft that I can't help but run my fingers through it a few more times.

He just looks at me, waiting for me to withdraw my hand, "satisfied".

MC: Let’s go. There seem to be many places ahead suitable for taking pictures.

He nods and puts his hand on my palm. Just as he's about to stand up, he pauses briefly.

I see him pull out a pink shell from the sand. Taking another look at it, I find that it looks a bit like a heart.

MC: Wow, the sea has also sent us "love"!

Looking at this "heart", a hint of a smile appears between his eyebrows.

Helios: Should we take it back? However, Apple Box opened the souvenir box that was at home last time. This time, I need to find a more private location to hide it.

MC: Hmm... it's a bit of a shame to just leave it to gather dust.

While I think about how to deal with this special gift, the person in front of me suddenly speaks—

Helios: Then write down your blessing and leave it for the next person who will discover this surprise.

Helios: Both the sender and the receiver will be very happy.

He picks up a petal scattered on the beach and gently places it in my hair. His gentle fingertips brush across my ear, making the corners of my lips rise unconsciously.

MC: Yes, let the person who finds this love pass it on!

He looks at me helplessly, but doesn't refuse.

I lean on his shoulder and gaze at the serious expression on his face, as though he is thinking about what to write.

From time to time, lovers pass by the beach holding hands, leaving behind a moment of laughter and making the slightly salty sea breeze carry a touch of romance.

After a while, the feltpen falls on the shell one stroke at a time—

"May all the happiness and original intentions be with you always."

My heart moves, and I raise my eyes slightly, only to find that he is looking at me as well.

Thousands of words seem to pass through our eyes as they meet, and then return to tranquility.

We plan to dig a shallow hole in the sand and bury this blessing.

This isn't the first time we've done something like this together, but it feels different now than it has ever felt before.

The figure who once rejected me countless times is now carefully piling up sand with me, as if adding bits and pieces of happiness on top of it one after another.

It is as if I have passed through the endless waves of darkness, and that distant star has finally landed safely beside me.

I am suddenly overcome with the urge to hold him. So when he looks over, I simultaneously stretch out my hand—

His warmth fills my heart. His breathing is especially clear beside my ear.

Helios: What's wrong?

MC: Nothing. I just wanted to hold you.

Perhaps sensing my neediness at the moment, he doesn't say anything. Just quietly tightens the embrace.

Our overlapping heartbeats intertwine together, filling with endless tenderness.

MC: I feel... quite at ease now.

MC: Holding you like this, I feel like... I'm holding the entire universe.

In this universe, there is the you who is moving forward, the complete you... and the you who loves me most of all.

Things that I was never able to grasp before, are all in my arms at this very moment.

Helios: He has long been completely yours.

A warm palm gently covers my eyes, leaving only his gentle voice lingering in my ears along with the sea breeze.

Helios: From now on, the one who will be by your side will only be the complete and true me.

Helios: Because I also want to love you forever as my truest self.

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Part 3: Here