#But also yes keep the boops

[drakkonyan]

4.Regulate the fucking bots

ideas for tumblr staff

dont remove the boop button

stop banning trans women for no reason

[7goodangel]

....

So tumblr keeps lagging for me and I CAN'T BOOP PEOPLE (*cough-Lorel-onlyplatonicirl-cough*) FAST ENOUGH TUMBLR LET ME BOOP PEOPLE!!!!

[magneticflower]

Do you love the color of the BOOps

[fortunafavours]

happy halloween and samhain eve to those who partake!

fortuna's got the autumn harvest festival which is similar (and similarly festive!). there's also the winter solstice, which is your winter holiday equivalent, and lasts about a week. there are several holidays! some more important than others, and it'll be a blast to get into them more if they crop up

at any rate! keep it weird! keep it spooky!

[zadien]

I have a Green Pumpkin! I give zero shits if I don’t get any boops back, I’m just gonna boop so many people to make my pumpkin grow!!!

[mars-ipan]

i think post-booping every single artist on this website is hoping to whatever equivalent to a god they have that ppl keep up the level of engagement we had with each other yesterday

[astropookie]

planets on your 1H and I’ll tell you somwthing about it

betty boop

mercury 1H: overthinking. always persuading people to do what they want. they’re not as many writers as I thought, they seem to be more attracted to careers where they have to communicate with others, like selling, etc.

moon 1H: pretty sensitive. can be a maniac with manipulative and “I always have what I want” issues. they want someone who’ll understand them 100% the way they want even though that’s not posible. they want to be seen. they can like animals a lot.

jupiter 1H: almost philosophers but not. they want to live in the moment but their thinking keeps them hypnotized. they could be drawn to learn and teach others but they have to have in mind that not everyone wants to be their student.

sun 1H: they’re always talking about what they want to do next, their next plan that’d please their desires and would help to create the person they want to become in the future. takes decisions before thinking about others. their attitude brings attention easily.

mars 1H: take a deep breath, you’d worship your goal as you want, just relax. really confident about your sex appeal. too much energy to contain in one body. realize your stamina in some kind of sport so you won’t yell at me. direct. intense? you know what you want and would do wathever to make it reality.

venus 1H: okay pillow princess -I’m joking😭-. there’s a lot of things you want to do but you want others to help you out. dependent. it’s all good until you have to confront the things you don’t like. stop living in your bubble.

uranus 1H: stop thinking you’re so unique and that the world needs people like you to keep spinning -that was me totally roasting myself-. it’s okay you can open up, people would still have different opinions about you and that’s okay, fuck them. what you’re determined to do doesn’t have to always end up as you want.

neptune 1H: yes, people like you. yes, people adore you but for what? for showing them a person you’re not just because their idea of you wasn’t yourself? also, go outside your head and look what kind of people surrounds you. there’s a conflict between finding your identity bc you weren’t showing how you truly felt all this time.

saturn 1H: just bc you had a trauma doesn’t mean it would repeat and that if it does it won’t traumatized you as before. it would be different, it doesn’t mean you’d feel better👅 just follow your advices. you’re too stubborn to be in tune with your emotions. you’re not gonna have control about everything.

pluto 1H: too paranoiac. they’re not following you pls stop 😭. they keep asking why and when and every question you’d imagine just because they don’t trust you. pretty attractive though, pretty mysterious. people want to k more and more about you bc you give them nothing. magnetic.

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ♡ ⋆ ˖ ݁ . ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎ ༘⋆૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა

ꕤ Based on personal experience and I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

ꕤ English is not my first language.

ꕤ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[oreo-creampie]

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! fluff, suggestiveness - talking about/hinting towards satoru fingering/eating you out but nothing happens, kissing, satoru fondly makes fun of you a lil, he also carries you around, collage au, collage student!reader, collage student!gojo

fey: I’m still gonna be on hiatus for a little longer but in the mean time have this fluff nugget inspired by my hubby

Satoru huffs and pokes your cheek till you swat his hand away. He flops on the bed next to you, the soft breeze and movement disturbing your carefully placed papers.

You whine “Satoru!”

“Sweet pie! You’ve been studying and working in that essay all day for the past three days please!” He throws his hand across his forehead, clutching his chest. “I beg of you feed me attention before I starve. I’m wilting away before you! How cold hearted can you be.” His eyes are with tears.

Tossing your throw blanket over him, “This should keep you warm.” You take you eyes off the screen to read the open text book next to you. Before referring to your notes then glancing back up at your computer screen.

He pops his head out from underneath the blanket with gasp. “No I’m not cold! You’re cold hearted!” He sits up and wraps his arms around you. “Please just an hour, we can order some food, take a shower get you out of your funky funk.” Pinching his nose and waving his hand in front of his face.

“You’re foul.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Like your armpits! Study starting break now! I your wonderful boyfriend refuse to let you be stinky.” He slowly closes the lid on the rough draft of your paper.“I’ll help you write some more after, if you don’t give your mind a break you’ll fry it and make it useless.” He kisses the top of your head.

“Let’s go lil’ stink!” He drags you off the bed, your feet dangle in the air as he holds you to his chest.

Squeezing you whilst you protest, “Hey you can’t steal that! I don’t wanna hear it from the one with the stanky attitude making me take a break for my health how dare you.” He carefully sets you down in the bathroom.

He waves a hand in your direction, “Yes yes, how dare I care for my beautiful girlfriend and rub her naked body down with my large soapy hands in a warm shower, that I as her perfect boyfriend know the temperature of.”

He lights some of the candles arranged around the bathroom. And starts the heater that he insists your bathroom needs. After not stepping into another cold bathroom after a hot shower you can understand why.

You rid yourself of your clothes, throwing them into the hamper. “Do you need to toot you own horn?” Relieving yourself then washing your hands.

Turning around and watching him strip. His arms flex as he pulls his black shirt off. His v line peeks out of his sweatpants, which he pushes down. Your gaze lingers on his soft cock and large balls before you glance up into his sparkling blue eyes.

He corners you against the counter, booping the tip of your nose with his long finger. “You’ve been neglecting me for days I might need to remind you what a awesome boyfriend I am! What if you’ve forgotten!” He pouts.

You slide your fingers through his soft silver white hair. Pulling him in, your lips close to his, “I could never forget, you won’t let me, but I suppose it’s part of your charm. I guess it’s kind of cute when you’re cocky.”

Satoru smirks into the slow passionate kiss he gives you. Lifting you up, reflexively you wrap your legs around his waist. It’s easy to forget everything when you’re kissing him. There is the safety of his arms, the sweet passion of his soft lips on yours.

When he breaks away Satoru suggests, “After our shower would it be too cruel of me to give my girl a happy ending? As some stress relief and reward for all her studying of course.” He massages your cheek. His large warm hand feels wonderful targeting your sore spots.

You softly groan, “Please! I don't know if I wanna ride your face, fingers or cock.”

“Why not all three one after another? I can suck on your pretty clit and let you cum on my fingers then I can fill you up.” He carries you into the warm shower, supporting you with one hand. Closing the curtain behind himself.

He stands underneath the warm water, steam billowing off it. “‘M sorry for not texting for three days, you know I’ve missed my amazing boyfriend, you’re just so talented at so many things like distracting me when I need to study.” He helps you onto your feet, placing your backside facing towards the rushing water.

He protests, “I can behave and help you study.” Pouring some of his favorite strawberry and sugar scented body wash onto his hand.

You close your eyes tilting your head back. Soaking your curls and letting the water wash over your face. The water melts away some of the tension building in your neck and shoulders.

You rub your right shoulder and winch whilst insisting, “You tell me that every time.” Turning around and stepping out of the water, closing your eyes. It’s relaxing knowing he’ll take care of you, from washing your body, to treating your curls to applying your face care.

Rubbing soap over your back and ass, leaving soapy white bubbles. He massages your shoulders whilst pleading his case, “Please lemme help you study! We have the same essay due and test to take. Our study sessions is how we got together I miss them.”

You softly sigh and cave in, “I miss them too, ok you win can stay, you’re too charming.”

He playful croons “I always win.” Kissing the top of your wet head. “You won't regret it I'll be the best study buddy!” You widely smile, the delight in Satoru’s voice is heartwarming.

[osachiyo]

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐘, 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 — dazai, chuuya, Fyodor, nikolai, oda

˚➶ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — fem!reader, sfw content, so much fluff, children, nikolai is actually a good father in this i swear, swearing in chuuya's, best viewed in dark mode

˚➶ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — wdym do i have baby fever why would u even ask that? also im begging for some fluffy asks </3 not proofread

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . just some cute little scenarios with daddy!bsd men <3

dazai stared at his 2 month old baby girl sleeping in her crib, drooling on the little pink teddy bear you two had bought for her. it was almost 3 am — the time she'd wake up every single night and start crying for milk, effectively ruining both of your sleep. he knew you were tired, you needed rest — but you couldn't just leave your baby crying all night. that's exactly why he offered to do it for you, waking up exactly at 2:30 am, just to watch his baby sleep — waiting patiently for her to stir awake all while admiring his baby's cuteness.

she's got your nose — he thought while smiling fondly, tracing a slim finger over her chubby little cheeks before gently poking her nose, making a little 'boop!' noise while doing so. she stirred a little from the contact, her face scrunched up all cutely as she slowly woke from her slumber. "morning, sweet girl," dazai whispered, gently picking her up from the crib and cradling her — shushing her little cries. at least she isn't going full crier mode — he thought to himself, relieved that he managed to calm her down.

"let's not wake up your mommy, okay hun?" he muttered, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of her head — a chuckle leaving his lips as he watched her make grabby little hands to the formula filled baby bottle in his hand.

"oh you want this?" he dangled the bottle in front of her eager face — her eyes lighting up as she babbled random words to her daddy, translating to "yes please!"

"sure, baby — buuuut! — you have to give daddy a kiss first," he grinned, moving his awful bed-head out of his face and revealing his cheek to her, ready for a kiss from his tiny princess. and as if she could actually understand him, she placed a kiss on his cheek, though it was mostly her trying to eat his cheek instead, but everyone has to start somewhere, right? at least that's what her father thought.

you slept like a baby that night — but you did find dazai in the baby room in the morning, sound asleep on the carpeted floor with his little bundle of joy in his arms

chuuya knew you needed a break from your mommy duties — like everyone does once in a while. so like the wonderful and caring husband he was, he bought you a ticket to bali — insisting that he would be fine. after all, how hard could taking care of a toddler be?

"fuckin' hell.." chuuya grumbled, gloved fingers through his ginger locks as he clicked his tongue. he was going through some very annoying paperwork that his subordinates apparently couldn't do right — which was so damn frustrating. and he had to keep an eye on his sweet 3 year old daughter, who was playing on the floor, mumbling a random children's song while doing so. chuuya didn't know how in the actual hell you managed to multitask like this — doing all the housework while taking care of the kid? it genuinely impressed him.

"—ak!" his train of throught suddenly got cut off, as he heard his daughter. he looked over at the small child, who was happily waving her doll around. "did you say something, honey?" he questioned, walking over to kneel beside her as he eyed the heap of toys — mayybe you were right, he thought, he did buy her too many toys.

the toddler looked at her daddy, the beaming smile on her chubby face made him want to just scoop her up in his arms and stay like that for hours.

"fak!" she squealed, slamming the poor doll on the floor — as if it were the most exciting word she'd ever heard. chuuya's face went pale — sweat already beading at his temples as he imagined your reaction to your daughter saying the forbidden word.

"nonono don't say that — that's a bad word, sweetheart," chuuya scooped her up before placing her on his lap, as she tilted her head, staring at him in confusion, "..fak?"

"shit — you've got to be kiddin' me.."

"shit?"

"NO — oh god damn it!"

"yes, good girl — put it right there," fyodor pointed at the chess board. the toddler only stared at him in confusion, looking at the chess piece in her stubby hand before looking back at her father. "come on, you can do it," your husband encouraged, never getting impatient.

"i don't think it's possible for a 4 year old to play chess, fedya dear.." you let out a chuckle, taking in the amusing sight of your husband teaching his precious daughter how to play chess. "anything is possible, my love," fyodor replied, trying to stop his daughter from putting the chess piece in her mouth. "riiight... her trying to eat the pieces definitely doesn't help your case, darling," you laughed, rolling your eyes at how silly your beloved could be at times, no matter how many people see him as a genius.

"she's learning," he retaliated, taking the piece away from her before dangling her favourite candy in front of her cute little face — "if you can put this right here, i'll give you the candy, okay? easy enough, right?"

the toddler only pouted, bottom lip jutting out as she whined — "but daddy, you can do it yourself!" fyodor sighed, apparently, she was having trouble understanding why she should do it when he could easily do it himself.

“darling, that’s not the point — the point is that i’m trying to play a game with you and it’s your turn.” the young girl’s frown only deepened, face scrunching up in frustration while she sulked in her seat.

“i think she deserves the candy, don't you, hun?” you smiled, turning over to your daughter — who only nodded in return. “she’ll get her candy after she puts the piece in the correct spot.” your husband clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval at you giving in so easily. “she’s just a child, honey..” you sighed, cheek resting on your palm.

fyodor was about to give another witty reply when you both heard a small sniffle — both of you looking over to the little girl; her lips were wobbling, tears running down her soft cheeks. “oh no no, sweetheart — c’mere,” it’s like he did a total 180, previously annoyed features now softened and evident guilt painting his face. your daughter only seemed to cry harder at that, snot running down her nose as she ran to fyodor, burying her face in his chest. “there, there..” he sighed, frowning at the way her body shook with each hiccup. “told you,” you grumbled, stifling a laugh at seeing fyodor panicking and handing her a good amount of the sweet treats — only for her to stop crying the moment she got what she wanted, a mischievously cute grin gracing her face. like father like daughter — you suppose.

"daddyyyy! — stay still!" the little girl whined, eyebrows furrowing as she combed through nikolai's snowy hair. "you've been brushing my hair for 30 minutes now, princesssss!" he whined back, matching her childish tone. "it needs to be perfect," his precious daughter sighed out loud, acting as if she was stressed — perhaps she learnt that from you, he snickered at the thought.

"alright, alright.." he sighed, straightening his posture — smiling as he felt tiny hands comb through his white locks. at least she's gentle with it — he practically shuddered at the thought of his precious hair being yanked and pulled by a toddler.

"daddy, you need to close your eyes," she huffed, running over to grab her little box of accessories and clips, before returning back to her dad. "whatever the princess wants, i suppose.." he chuckled, closing his eyes — feeling her decorating his hair with whichever accessory she desired. he could never really say no to her.

after a few more moments of waiting, she was finally done — excitedly telling nikolai to open his eyes. "tadaaaa!" she giggled, throwing her arms up in the air as he opened his eyes, a cheshire smile immediately gracing his lips as he stared at his reflection — hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, as various colours of heart shaped clips decorated his head. "you did such a good job, dove!" he grinned, scooping her tiny frame up in his huge arms, as she squealed. he threw her up into the air — making her squeal even louder before easily catching her, both of them howling with laughter.

moments like this makes him glad he didn't leave to get the milk.

"how does your mom even do this every morning.." oda sighed, trying his best to figure out how in the actual hell to do his daughter's hair. and the worst part? he only had 10 minutes until the school bus arrived. hell, he already spent the last 20 minutes brushing and detangling her hair!

"daddy, there's not much time left!" the 7 year old complained — watching her dad struggle with her hair through the mirror. he was debating on whether to call you for help, which he quickly decided against. she's on vacation, she should enjoy it thoroughly without any worry — he thought to himself, clicking his tongue as he messed up what was supposed to be a simple pigtail once again.

"daddy.. there's only two minutes left!" the girl whined once again, kicking her legs as she grew more and more impatient — while her hair situation grew worse and worse. "um, alright sweetheart — how about you just go to school with your hair down?" oda sweat dropped, trying to convince his daughter to the best of his ability.

"you know i can't do thaatt!" she groaned, giving him a pout. "right — well how about —"

the honking of the bus outside cut him off, as the little girl only sighed.

he somehow convinced your daughter to not snitch to you about her going to school with very crooked pigtails. buuut, he did take some hair lessons from you after you came back.

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

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[jjkamochoso]

soooo what about the jjk men cuddling reader idk it's been on my mind lately and it won't go away😭 also stay healthy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

YESSSSS omg so freaking cute and such a lovely idea!!! Thanks for sending in this request, I really hope you enjoy this <3 :) sorry it’s kinda short even tho it took so long!! Much love to you, stay healthy as well!! <3

Cuddling with the JJK Men!

Fluff

JJK Men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Yuji:

I see Yuji as a hugger and that trait definitely extends into his cuddling with you as well. You're the tree and he's the koala--his arms and legs would be wrapped around you at all times, especially after an exhausting day or when he's feeling upset about something. He finds comfort in holding on to you tightly, giving your cheek a sweet kiss when he’s feeling extra sentimental. Cuddles with him happen often when you two are watching a movie!

Megumi:

Megumi is a reluctant cuddler. He's not huge into physical touch, but he loves being close to you. Therefore, he likes when you take the initiative and lie your head on his thigh or lap, that way you two can enjoy each other's company without invading personal space too much. In that position, he enjoys resting a hand in your hair while he reads a book or scrolls on his phone.

Yuta:

Suuuuper clingy after he gets over his initial shyness around you. I think Yuta would love to keep a protective hold on you while cuddling, opting to be the big spoon if you were lying down together. He finds comfort in resting his nose in your hair, the scent of your shampoo having a calming effect on his nerves. You love to cuddle him after a particularly stressful day!

Inumaki:

This boy is clingier than plastic wrap when it comes to cuddling. He doesn’t want to know where his body ends and yours begins, that’s how close he loves to be with you. He keeps his arms tight around you as if you were a teddy bear and he likes to tuck his head into your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He loves to cuddle after playing video games with you.

Noritoshi:

I feel like Noritoshi would be a very classic cuddler; he likes to rest an arm around your shoulder while you cozy into the side of his body, nuzzling your face into his soft robes. Cuddling with him as you both watch the rain gently run down the window in front of you is your absolute favorite.

Todo:

This man oozes passion with everything he does and cuddling is certainly no exception. Aoi loves to scoop you up bridal style and set you on his lap while on the couch, one hand moving from under your knees to on top of your thigh while you get comfy against his broad chest. You two love to cuddle while listening to music (yes, you too have a fondness for Takada-chan!)

Ino:

Ino is a big sweetie and I think his goofiness would carry over into cuddling sessions as well. He loves to cuddle face to face with you, the feeling of your breath fanning against his nose bringing him copious amounts of joy. He also likes to playfully boop your nose with his finger or his own nose, giggling like the lovesick fool he is. You find yourselves cuddling as often as possible—he’s very touchy!

Gojo:

Ah, the human pretzel Satoru. His legs wrap around yours in ways you didn’t think were humanly possible, yet is surprisingly comfortable. This position is perfect for him because he likes the comfort in knowing you’re still there beside him all throughout the night. You two find that the best time to cuddle is when you fall asleep.

Geto:

Suguru, being the tall man he is, likes to envelop your entire body as the big spoon while cuddling in bed. Even if you’re his height or taller, he doesn’t care; he loves to keep you close to his chest while resting his chin on your head. Cuddling normally happens first thing in the morning since you drift apart sometimes during the night and he misses feeling your touch.

Nanami:

Kento loves the idea of keeping you within arm’s reach, but isn’t the biggest fan of always having somebody in his personal space. His favorite way to cuddle you is having you drape your legs across his lap while on the couch. That way, he can lovingly caress your legs with the swipe of his thumb or give you a leg or foot massage while you can gaze upon the chiseled jawline of the handsome man in front of you. Cuddles normally happen after dinner!

Choso:

This man LOVES to cuddle you from behind while you’re standing! You could be doing literally anything and you’ll know his hands will snake around your waist while his chin rests on your head or the crook of your neck. Choso relishes in the feeling of having you in his reach at all times, loving how your bodies nestle perfectly together. More times than not, he cuddles you while you wait for dinner to be ready.

Toji:

Toji adores having you sit between his legs with your back pressed against his sturdy chest. It makes him relaxed to know you’re safe in his arms and he’s keeping a protective yet loving hold on you. It’s also the perfect spot to plant sneaky kisses onto your neck and shoulder. It takes some effort to get him to agree to cuddles, but he enjoys them the most after he showers and is ready to relax after a long day of training or working.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Stolen Goods 4

Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

Lloyd drags you up the stairs. You can do nothing but pad after him, too confused and terrified to resist this madman. If he’s the type to go shopping and come home with a whole person, you’re not sure you want to find out what else he’s capable off. That holster on his belt keeps your thoughts from straying too. 

His hold on your wrist makes you itch, a heat creeping up from his touch, encasing you in the rising panic that comes with the drop in adrenaline. This is really real. This is horrifying! It’s deranged. This strange man took you and now you’re in this strange place. You’re pregnant and scared and dizzy. 

“Oof,” you stumble forward and nearly hit the wall before Lloyd diverts you and pulls you against him.  

As you collide, he brings his hand to the small of your back and urges you close, “where are you off to, sugar mama?” 

“No... no... where,” you flutter your lashes at him, “I’m...” you gulp and your stomach lets out a loud growl. You look down and back up at him, embarrassed. “I’m dizzy.” 

He considers you, his stache slanting with his lips as he sucks his teeth, “mm, yes, I remember. You’re supposed to feed your pets.” He chuckles as he drags his hand up your side and over your arm. He boops your nose and turns back to his course, “don’t worry, sunshine, I’ma get you all snug as a bug and you can eat cake off my abs.” 

“Huh?” You babble as you wobble after him mindlessly. 

“Kidding, unless you wanna...” he looks over his shoulder and winks. 

“N-nooo,” you stammer. 

He laughs again. You don’t see how he can be so unbothered by all of this. It’s like Jake when he zones out halfway through a conversation about something important. The thought of fiance sets a grimmer cast over the whole twisted situation. 

“You can’t... you can’t do this,” you wisp, “how can you... I’m a person. I... I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh yes, you are,” he purrs as he stops at a door, pushing down the handle and swinging it open, “nice and luscious.” 

“Ew.” 

“Ripe,” he remarks. 

Another swell of disgust rises and you frown. He moves you ahead of him and lets you go as he nudges you into the room. It smells like the cologne roiling off of him. You look around at the large bed draped in silk and tiger print, a theme consistent across the decor and furniture that fills the space. 

“No,” you turn and he catches you around the hips. 

“No? Honey cakes, you’re in it now. The only words I wanna hear are yes, more, or harder.” 

“Stop,” you slap his torso, just below his chest as he pens you in, “stop! You can’t--” you whine desperately. 

“I’m doing it. Look, do you know how many people have told me I can’t? And you know what happened? I did. And most of those fuckers had guns so...” 

“Guns?” You blanch and shake your head, “I don’t...” your eyes fall to his belt and he puts his hand on the pistol and tuts.  

“Don’t even try it,” he warns, “don’t you wanna be a good mama? That means you need to protect your baby,” he trails his hand over to your stomach and spreads his fingers wide, “so behave, sweetheart, or my tone’s gonna change real fast.” 

You shudder and look up at him with round eyes, a gleam of tears along the brim. You bring your hand over his instinctively and wince. You sniffle and try to shove his touch away. 

“Please, my baby--” you begin. 

“Don’t, with the eyes, and the lip,” he huffs. 

“I’m... I’m not doing anything.” 

“Stop,” he brings his hand up to tap your lower lip, “it’s just making me harder.” 

“Why are you doing this?” You beg as you back away from him. 

“I don’t know, I’m bored,” he shrugs, “I like the way your belly felt when I was up on you. Like to get a handful once I got you bent over--” 

“Ugh, why are you so gross?” 

He flinches and arches a brow, “gross? Excuse me?” 

“Yes, why are you being so nasty. I’m pregnant. Don’t you have any respect?” 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “we both know how you got that way so don’t be such a fucking prude.” He steps closer, bearing down on you as you back up, “you’re only salty ‘cause his dick was too short, huh?” 

“You don’t know him. Or me.” 

“I know those tits are driving me crazy and that you didn’t make a peep in that fucking store. You just stood there and let me slide right in, didn’t you? Maybe you wanna act all prim and proper, sweet pea, but we were both there. We both know you wanted it,” he snorts, “otherwise you would’ve... done absolutely anything. You didn’t. You just stood there.” 

You take another step back and put your hands over your chest. His eyes follows the movement and he licks his lips. 

“Hey, let’s be honest with each other. We gonna have to get to know each other, right, so I’m going to be straight with you,” he shows his palms and grins, “I fucking loved it too. I’m sure you could feel it like a lightning rod just zimmmmm, struck by the moment.” 

“Oh god,” you hiss. 

“Sex god, sure, but that’s just a little sample of the kielbasa--” 

You cover your face and tune him out as your embarrassment turns white hot above the flame of your guilt. He’s right. You didn’t stop him and you felt that tingle. You didn’t hate it. Scared, yes, but you were wet. Ugh, what’s wrong with you? Can you really blame the hormones? 

“Sweetie, where--” 

You walk to the bed and turn, plopping down on your bum, and cradle your head. The tears spill out and you sob. He’s quiet as you devolve into your emotions. 

“Hey, woah, woah, woah, don’t cry,” he steps forward with a tenuous lean, “hey, baby, tell me what you want and I’ll make it better? Want me to lick it?” 

“No!” You sneer between your fingers, “I want to go home.” 

“We just talked about this. Anything else?” 

Your lashes are webbed with tears and your eyes raw. You wiggle your nose and wipe it as you uncover your face. Your stomach gurgles painfully. 

“Cheesecake,” you murmur, “triple fudge with an oreo crust--” 

“Triple-- oreo--” he chokes out and taps his toe, hands framing his hips, “right. That actually sounds delicious. Good idea, tootsie roll.” 

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request Argenti, Sunday, Sampo, and Gepard finding out their s/o made different plushies of them to cuddle?

Gepard;

This poor guy is blushing to the high heavens upon meeting his plush counterpart that bore a cute yet stoic expression.

The lil guy was no bigger than your hand.

‘There isn’t more of them is there?’ He’d ask and you smiled as you then proceeded to show him the countless others that you’ve made in your spare time.

The poor man was even more flustered than before if that was even possible to begin with. I mean you even made one where he’s holding a cute -but dead- potted plant while pouting!

Despite how flustered he may seem upon seeing himself in cute plushy form, he was really impressed with how good they came out and found the attention to detail you had amazing because it meant everything he’s ever told you was incorporated into each and every plush with love and affection.

‘I’m just curious, what made you want to make these plushies?’ He’d ask and when you told him it was to cuddle something while he was away doing his job.

He feels guilty for not spending as much time as he’d like with you because he throughly enjoys being with you and becomes visibly upset when is needed elsewhere, but he’s never been one to not uphold duty. ‘I’ll do better next time.’ He’d tell you.

You put your hands on his shoulders. ‘You already are doing better Gepard, I know how important this job is for you and I’m not going to ask you to choose between me or your job, that’s cruel of me as your partner to make you chose between two things you love with all your heart.’ You tell him as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling it grow warm under your lips.

‘But-‘

‘But nothing.’ You cut him off. ‘I’ll always be here waiting for you and bedsides,’ you lifted the plush!Gepard, smiling when you saw the blonde blush. ‘I’ll always have you close by in plush form to love on and cuddle with.’ You added cheekily as Gepard held you close and burrowed his face into your neck, cuasing you to laugh at his cuteness.

Argenti:

Is utterly in love with us plush counterpart and appraise your attention to detail made to the plush also, from his pretty eyes, cherry red hair and so forth.

Asks you if there’s more plushies that you’ve made of him while kissing your hands in thanks for their creativity and skill.

You of course said yes.

‘You have a true talent here my beloved flower,’ Argenti praises as he holds the plush of him gently in his hands. ‘This is truly magnificent.’

Your flustered at this point from all of his genuine and sincere comments. ‘Oh they aren’t that great-‘

Argenti then looks at you with wide eyes. ‘Aren’t that great? My beloved rose, your plushies are beyond great! They are beautiful in their own right.’ The cherry haired knight says as he holds your face in his hands. ‘So please don’t doubt your capabilities when they are only just beginning to shine.’

Probably Alamo cried when you tell him the reason you made plush!Argenti was so you could still have something that reminds you of him to keep you company while he was away.

Sunday:

Finds it amusing and adorable as he watched you cuddle against the plush version of himself as though your life depended on it.

‘These are truly impressive my dear.’ He’d say as he looks upon the other plushies of him that you’ve made this far, all dressed in different attires and bore different expressions with deep interest before looking back at you. ‘Is there a reason behind them all? Revisiting an old habit perhaps in crocheting?’ He adds.

‘No, not really, I just wanted to make a plush that I could cuddle with when you’re away.’ You admitted truthfully and Sunday felt his heart melt at your sweet confession as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

‘I apologise for making you miss me and I apologise for the lack of time between us but I’m glad you found a way to compensate for my absence.’ Sunday says as he boops plush Sunday on the nose. ‘Though now I’m here, I’m sure our plush friend here can be relived from his duties for the night?’ He then adds and you blink at him.

Was he…was Sunday jealous of his plush counter part? How cute was that.

‘I’m sure he can take the night off.’ You obliged and set the plushie down on your desk and you joined Sunday in bed, cuddled up and quickly lulled by his bodily warmth into a comfortable sleep.

Sampo:

Can and will show off his little plush counter part to anyone and everyone within view and would listen to him for longer then five minutes.

But imagine his surprise when he finds out that you have other variations of him, his ego skyrockets to unfathomable heights!

‘You must be super in love with me to make a plush of me! How embarrassing!’ Sampo says.

‘Sampo we’ve been dating for a while now.’ You replied with a blank face.

Anyways Sampo loved the little plushies of him and would even take one with him when you weren’t looking to send you pictures of the adventures of plushie sampo through the entire day.

You couldn’t find it within yourself to get made at him for stealing your plushie because the pictures were too cute.

Hell you might even find him cuddle up to one of them if you were carful enough.

[seelestia]

in lieu of the boop fest: genshin men as boopers.

⎯ something made on a whim to commemorate the lovely booping chaos going on. may not be accurate but i tried!!! 🙏 which one are you?? tag yourself /j this is the silliest thing ever, forgive me. fluff & crack (and made with love).

the harbinger of dedication (???): boop them once and oh, it's on. boops you back and will not stop booping you back — it's an all-out war! or at least, to them. they take this whole matter as an opportunity and certainly don't mind tiring their fingers out just tapping the button on repeat. does it for the fun and to get a reaction out of you. also, probably eats (sends) super boops for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it's their bread and butter.

childe (of course), arataki itto, cyno (has a desire to max out his boop-o-meter till the end - a completionist's habit).

the menace (as simple as that): they have no need to be booped because they're the one booping you first and a lot at that too. oh, you got 99+ notifs? yeah, that's an act of love and it's from them. they hoped you liked the gift because they had fun giving it. grab a handkerchief because you're gonna have to scrub that smirk off their face, literally.

wriothesley, kaeya, shikanoin heizou, lyney (he apologizes by treating you to a meal afterwards).

confusion (awkward ver.): ...what. what is this? what does 'boop' even mean? why does it sound so oddly menacing when uttered out loud? and why are you smiling at like that? it's a trend, you explain and they — reluctantly and nervously — send a boop back. they have no idea what they're doing but at least, seeing that proud look on your face amounts to something. maybe, they did well? they then proceed to send you another one just for good measure. how cute.

xiao, gorou.

confusion (boomer ver.): their first thought was that they're getting hacked by a... feline virus? how interesting (please explain). with some explanation from you, they'll eventually understand the concept! a passive booper at best, but has a proclivity to treat boops as a “i'm thinking about you” button. so just know one boop equals to one time you crossed their mind.

zhongli, neuvillette, dainsleif (still confused at the end of it), diluc (secretly because he has pride).

the 'humble' reciprocator (dark horse?): all is in perfect tandem. you give one boop, they give one back. you give two boops, they give two back. you squint your eyes at them from across the room suspiciously, they chuckle into their hand in response. is that an act of mischief or demureness? you wonder what will happen if you boop them one hundred times? well, let's find out. (they will give back the exact amount, no matter what.)

kaedehara kazuha, baizhu, kamisato ayato (a true hybrid between being humble and a menace, he is. starts off nice until he spams boops when you least expect it... with a smile, of course!).

the bystander with the popcorn: thanks for the boop, you get one back. yes, only one, sorry. they'd rather not participate in the chaos and prefer to keep their inbox clean. no offense meant, you're free to have your fun so go ahead. they're just here to observe because in their humblest opinion, it serves them well enough as participating does. oh, don't look at them like that. you did get one back, didn't you? rejoice in the fact that you're one of the few — if not, the only one — they gave a boop to. treat it as an approval badge. it means you're special (to them).

alhaitham, tighnari, albedo, wanderer (he thinks he's above this childish and pointless act of booping... or is he?).

the victim™: is getting booped left and right without rest. suffocating and drowning in them even. lady luck is not on their side; they swore they booped everyone back to infinity and beyond — surely, it's all repaid and they can take a break now, right? wrong. they rest for 5 minutes and come back to 99+ notifs every single time. (if you relate, you might be a victim of affectionate bullying. feel free to riot about it.)

kaveh, thoma.

the loser at the start line: sneezes whenever the paw comes up on screen, yikes. A+ for effort, though!

venti.

— thanks for reading!

© seelestia on tumblr, apr 2024. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

[mayearies]

✰ TASTE

‘you taste different, my love.’ -miles g. genre: fluff + suggestive

warnings: spanish (not sure if its accurate!), suggestive themes a/n: i forgot to put this in my notes so yall almost lost this one (idc if some of thr coloring is messed up im tired) (i write a lot of bold shit when im tired)

e42 miles was waiting for you to come back for your movie night. you were taking too long so he put on some random housewives show. he wasn't eager for you to get back, nor was he bored. this drama was actually entertaining.

—you came around the corner and leaned over the side of the couch to get a good look at his lightly freckled face. he didn't turn his attention towards you, but he knew you were there. "miless."

"mmm." "can i get a kiss?"

he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a playful smirk going against your cunning smile, "what makes you think you deserve one, ma? you did keep me waitin'."

you pouted. the reason you took so long was because you were preparing your hair for the hell of the night you would be in. it can't stay lookin' good for your man if you don't care for it properly. "this bonnet saves lives, y'know. it saves your life."

"you right. it saves me from seein' yo rabid racoon lookin' ass mornin' hair." "MILES-" "jokes. all jokes, mi princesa.♡"

he pulled you in from your chin into a quick kiss. but you tasted different to him. you tasted sweeter—more sugary. he licked his lips and squinted his eyes at the sight of your lips. "hm. hold on a sec."

he enveloped you into another kiss, but this one was slow and passionate. nothing new, but it did catch you by surprise. he didn't normally go back in for seconds like this so early. but what stunned you was him slipping his tounge into your mouth. making a small noise while doing so.

he felt eager to taste you for a reason that was unknown. it's like he was curious, even though you tasted relatively the same every time he kissed you. every cavern of your mouth was felt by him. he was somewhat ignoring the little noises you made from how rough he was being. then, he bit you softly before pulling away.

"you drank my coke, didn't you?"

still dazed from what happened, you asked him to repeat what he had asked. which he did, only that it sounded more irked than before. coming to your senses, your lips pressed into a fine line as you backed away slowly to which he followed you. "see, i was thirsty and i thought you wouldn't mi-"

“ay dios mio.”

✰ he would put you over his shoulder as you were a sack of potatos while playfully scolding you in spanish to his amusement. he loved teasing you to see your reactions, it was a hobby of his.

✰ he brought you to the couch. flopping you down as he laid on your chest, bringing the blanket up on both of you. this was also one of his hobbies—snuggling with you. his favorite by far. being close to you and feeling your heartbeat gave him comfort.

he booped your nose with his finger, making your face scrunch up. "y'know what this means, right? i get more cuddle time for goin' against me, princesa."

“yes, yes, i know.” “thank you my love. ♡”

© mayeluvsu

[hees-mine]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐥.𝐡𝐬

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Synopsis: After just spending a few days away from you, heeseung knows he can’t go much longer without needing to be with you every single waking moment of his life. He knows your relationship is considered wrong, but no one had to know, and he knew the perfect way to have you all to himself without any interferences.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, stepbrother, stepcest, cursing, dirty talk, fluff.

If you're uncomfortable with step relationships, this is not for you, so please kindly click off. Also they are both consenting adults. This is a work of fiction.

Genre: 18+, smut, taboo relationship, minors do not interact!

WC: 2,934k

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN

Heeseung woke up early in the morning to leave your room, but when he saw you sleeping so peacefully, he couldn’t find it in him to leave your bed.

He smiled at you, stroking some hairs away from your face so he could see your beautiful face while you slept soundly. He traced his thumb over your cheek softly. “My princess,” he whispers and kisses your forehead lovingly.

His feelings for you were growing more and more by the day. There was only so much longer he could sneak around with you. He needed to be with you every second of the day, not just at night before bed.

He thinks of ways that he could have you all to himself, and an idea pops into his head what if you two just moved together? It’s not like you both weren’t old enough. What if he just used all his savings and got a little place for just the two of you? That way, you’d never have to sneak around ever again, and you could have playtime when and wherever.

Just the idea makes him excited, and he places little kisses all over your face to wake you up and tell you about his genius idea. “Morning bubs,” you whisper and slowly open your eyes, giggling softly when you feel him pressing soft kisses all over your neck and chest.

“Morning, sissy,” he hums against your neck and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his naked chest. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, Bubba.” he smiles at your barely awake state and boops your precious nose.

“Princess, I was thinking of something,” he says after a minute or two. “And you can say no,” he gulps nervously before telling you about his idea.

“Hmm? What is it, big Bubba?” You stroke his chest softly and place a tiny kiss on his jawline, making him feel less nervous. His eyes flutter closed before he meets your worried gaze.

“I just…. I was thinking, what if we moved?” he pauses for a quick second before speaking again. “Like just the two of us, and that way, we can be together all the time.” he tucks your loose hair behind your ear, a feeling of anxiety bubbling in his stomach at the thought of you saying no to him.

“But Bubba, we’re together most of the time,” you say to him, completely confused about his sudden request.

He sighs and props himself up on his elbow, taking your small hand in his and holding it to his mouth to kiss it gently. “I know, but I mean all the time. If we move, we can play all the time, not just at night.” he strokes the back of your hand softly.

Your eyes gleam at the thought, and you already feel excited about spending even more time with him. “But why can’t we do it here?”

You’re so cute, he thinks to himself while he smiles softly. “Because princess, some people won’t approve of our relationship, our parents especially, so we can’t do it here 'cause it’s best if they don’t know about it,” he explains calmly.

“But Bubba, why?” He cups your cheek in his palm.

“Cause some may say we’re too close just to be siblings.” you nod your head, understanding what he’s saying sort of.

“But we’re not really siblings,” you say, slowly tilting your head to the side.

“I know,” he whispers. “But things are a little different for others, so that’s why I think it’s best for us to keep it a secret and just move on our own.”

“Okay! Bubba,” he feels his heart melt, a never-ending smile finding his lips as you engulf him in a hug like he’s your big teddy bear. “But we can still visit, right?”

“Of course!”

-

“Are you sure you’re ready for this son? You’re both so young.” you were all currently in the living room talking things over. heeseung had proposed the idea to your parents after talking things over with you.

“Hmm,” he nods. “I think it’ll be good, sissy thinks so, too” he smiles at you softly, and you nearly get lost in his dreamy eyes.

“He’s right. They aren’t exactly babies anymore, honey,” your mom says, seemingly approving of the idea. “Plus, she has her big brother. They’re like two peas in a pod. We have nothing to worry about,” she nudges her husband discreetly and whispers. “Plus, we can have more alone time.”

“Oh,” he smiles softly at her, taking her hand in his. “Dear, I suppose you’re right.” at the end of it all, you come to an agreement with the promise of that if anything happens, you’ll both move back in with your parents and of course, heeseung agrees even though he didn’t see anything wrong ever happening how could it when he finally had his princess all to himself?

-

It’s been a while since your guys talk, and today was officially moving day.

“Gonna be just you and me, princess.” heeseung lifted you up off your feet, spinning you around as you squealed in excitement. “Are you excited?” He smiles brightly at you.

“Yes, Bubba,” you say happily as you kick your feet in the air.

“Me too.” he quickly pecks your lips before setting you down so you can both finish packing.

When everything was concluded, your parents helped you both with your bags. “Call us when you arrive,” your mom says.

“I will!” You reply with a smile.

“And drive safe.” now it’s your dad's turn to chime in.

“I will, I promise.” heeseung smiles and puts a protective arm around you, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Come over on the holidays.”

“And call us every day.”

“Be good to each other.”

You both just chuckled at your parent's endless worrying before leaving the house and driving to the new place.

Finally, heeseung thinks as he holds your hand all the way there.

Now it was gonna be just you and him all the time, no distraction, no interruption, just the two of you alone sharing your endless love for each other without having to worry about any judgment from the outside world.

When you arrive, heeseung does all the unpacking so his princess doesn’t have to do any of the work, of course.

Box after box, and hours later, he was finally done setting everything up.

When he finished, you both ordered out, too exhausted from moving to cook. As you both ate dinner, you talked and went on and on about all the things you both wanted to do together in the new apartment, and you could easily see this becoming a daily routine for you as long as Big Bubba was with you you didn’t have a worry in the world.

After dinner, you cuddled on the couch that your parents had the movers bring in, and before you knew it, it was already midnight, and heeseung thinks time really does fly when you’re having fun. “Wanna get ready for bed?” Heeseung whispers softly, stroking your shoulder while back-hugging you on the sofa.

You hum in agreement, the both of you getting up and walking to the bedroom to call it a night for the first time at the new apartment.

As heeseung was collecting yours and his clothes, you stood there playing with your fingers near the corner of your room. “Something wrong, princess,” heeseung asks you, and you just shake your head back and forth.

He looks at you worriedly, thinking maybe you were having second thoughts about moving in with him, that is, until he sees you discreetly rubbing your legs together, and then it clicked with him he knew exactly what you wanted, and he can’t say he wasn’t waiting for this moment himself.

“Wanna play with big bubs” you mutter shyly.

“Princess, now that we’re all alone, you can call me whatever you like,” he encircles your waist, hugging you close to his body. “And from now on, whenever you’re feeling like this, just tell me you wanna have sex, okay?”

“Sex?” You tilt your head slightly. He always found you adorable when you did that.

“Yep,” he nods his head, and he kinda wants to scold his parents for keeping you so sheltered. You were far too innocent for your own good. That’s the only reason he started calling you sissy and having you call him Bubba in the first place because those were the only endearing names that your parents wouldn’t find suspicious, not to mention he couldn’t tell you it was called sex cause if that ever got out he’s sure his parents would have beat him black and blue if they knew he was having sex with their daughter and his “sister.”

“Okay,” you whisper and put your hands on his chest while he smiles down at you.

“So princess, what’s it gonna be?” He touches your forehead with his eager to hear what you want his new nickname to be.

“B-baby,” you stutter shyly. You always wanted to call him that when you heard your friends call their boyfriends like that, but you were far too embarrassed to tell him.

“You’re so cute.” he nudges his nose with yours, giving you a kiss on the cheek, which makes you duck your head down in his chest and hide from him. “Lay down on our bed, princess,” he tells you softly, heart thumping in his chest as he looks at you. You’re so beautiful, and you’re all just his, no one else’s.

His stare makes you feel shy, and even though it’s embarrassing for you to make eye contact with him, you just can’t pull your eyes away from his.

He slowly lifts his shirt up, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the ground. “Baby,” you say breathlessly as you watch him getting undressed.

He tries to play it cool when he hears you call him that for the first time in bed, but he can’t help the wide smile that covers his entire face as he rids himself of his jeans. “Call me that again,” he laughs while hovering above you on the bed, smiling at your flustered face.

“Baby,” you mutter, and he feels like he’s gonna have a heart attack.

Pecking your lips, he grins and leans back to grab the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, revealing your bra-clad chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, and you can hear the love oozing in his voice.

“Thank you,” he bites on his lip, lowering his hands to your shorts and underwear, slipping them off your delicate frame.

“Of course, my princess” his eyebrows crease slightly as he gulps from the sight of your sticky cunt loving just how wet you get for him every single time you both make love.

Kicking off your bottoms, you instinctively sit up and unclip your bra, showing him your full breasts and hardened nipples. Once you toss your bra aside, you reach for the waist of his boxers, tugging them down as many times as you’ve done playtime with him. You know what to do next.

A gasp leaves your lips when you reveal his hard leaky cock, and the sight alone makes you whimper. You needed to feel him inside of you as soon as possible.

He leans over you, lowering himself to place a few wet kisses on your chest as he takes his boxers off the rest of the way and discards them on the floor.

He captures your tender lips in a hungry kiss, moaning into your mouth as he feels your hot tongue searing against his he rolls his hips dragging his length along your pussy, whimpering when his tip comes in contact with your entrance.

“Baby,” you breathe into his mouth, utterly breathless from how his mouth feels against yours.

“Mmm, I’m right here.” he guides your legs around his waist and then cups your hands together, holding them beside your head as he continually ruts against your dripping core.

“Want your cock inside” he groans into your mouth, kissing you more feverishly from your request.

He’s hesitant cause he hasn’t even prepped you yet, and though you’re literally dripping all over his dick and the bedsheets, the last thing he wants to end up doing is hurting his princess. “Yeah?” He whispers against your lips softly as you give him the slightest nod. “Okay, princess, gonna go nice and slow.” he kissed your forehead, angling his hips back until his tip was at your hole and very slowly pushing his tip in. “Fuck” he whimpers as soon as he feels you around him.

Mewling at the intrusion, you arch your back involuntarily, which causes him to go even deeper, making you cry out in pleasure. “Mmh baby,” you squeeze his hand's chest, rising and falling with each uneven breath you take as you feel his heart pounding against yours.

“Does it feel good, princess?” He asks as he buries his face in the side of your neck, licking and sucking on every inch that he could reach.

“Yes,” you sigh in pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head. “So big, so warm.” he takes that as his cue to fully penetrate you till he’s sheathed within your heat and every stroke feels better than the last you’re just so warm and wet that it makes his head spin.

“You’re making me feel so good, princess” his words sound like one drawn-out moan, barely coherent as he picks up his pace drilling your sweet spot over and over as his abdomen rubs on your throbbing clit. “Love you so much,” he whines in your ear, panting helplessly as he pumps your pussy till you’re shaking beneath him.

“Ah,” you attempted to respond but moaned instead cause he felt so deep and full inside you. “L-love you too,” he moans at your confession. It’s not like he hasn’t heard you say it before, but right now, it feels so much more intimate and intense than all the previous times.

“Wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” The sounds he made were ones that you’d never even heard before, and it made everything feel so much better. “Fill you up so you can give us a little family.” he’s not sure why the words are coming out of his mouth so easily, but it’s true he wants nothing more than to be with you for the rest of his life. “Want that princess? Want me to cum in you?” Placing a hand between your bodies, he rubs your clit the tight clench you give him makes him choke out a moan, eyes falling shut with the pleasure you give to him and only him.

“Yes baby, cum ins-side me, please” The warm feeling you’d become accustomed to spread throughout your lower body no matter how many times you felt it. It always took your breath away every single time. You just could never get enough of feeling his cock so deep in you.

“Kiss,” he breathes out, brain fuzzy and completely drained of everything but you.

Moaning into your mouth, he matches the pace of his thrusts with the quick circles he draws on your clit, and within no time, you’re both parting from the kiss, unfiltered moans escaping as you both get lost in the pleasure of your orgasms not worrying about how loud you’re both being as your fluids mix with each other.

You squeeze around him so tight that he’s almost forced to empty his balls deep in you as you clench and unclench around his thick cock milking him for all he’s worth and then some as you feel your insides hot and sticky with his cum he whimpers and whines incoherent sentences from how tight you feel your pussy was making him go completely dumb he was drunk off your silky cunt encasing his girth perfectly.

The feeling goes on and on, seemingly never-ending, while you both exchange sloppy wet kisses and for a moment, you feel like you’re going to pass out from the pleasure. Your brows crease together at the hot tingling sensation all over your body, and he feels it too, the warmth expanding in his abdomen as wet, slippery sounds fill up your guys' shared bedroom, followed by loud moans and deep grunts as he fills you up again with his thick seed coming back to back in record time.

Your other hand grips his bicep body, violently shaking as you feel another earth-shattering wave of euphoria enrapture you. “Love you, my princess,” he pants while kissing you, saliva spilling past both your swollen lips as you confessed to each other for the uncountable time tonight.

“I love you too, baby,” you moan softly while he slowly caresses your sensitive bud. He brings you down from your high, gently rolling his hips as his second orgasm turns into faint little throbs until his body finally calms down along with yours.

Once your heartbeats regulate, he pulls away from the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours with an exhausted chuckle, eyes full of nothing but fondness for you.

He cradles your cheek in his palm, and you quickly mimic his actions as he leans into your soft, loving touch.

As you look into his eyes, you can’t help but get lost in them, and you couldn’t wait to spend every waking moment of your life with him.

This was just the beginning of your guy's love story and the end of playtime.

Thanks for reading please reblog and leave feedback.

I’m tearing up 🥲 y’all it’s over this is the end 😞 I’m sad.

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A Trip to Diagon Alley

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: hiii!! I love your fanfictions it's amazing! idk if you take requests rn but if you do can you do one with remus and reader where the reader is heavily pregnant and Remus is just super overprotective over her

JUST A LOT OF FLUFF PLEASEE thank youuu <3

Warnings: Pregnancy

A/N: This could be read as part of the Domestic Bliss universe. But is totally stand-alone

A/N 2: I so enjoyed writing this, I sort of want to make this a super fluffy series so I can make more in this universe

Masterlist

Domestic Bliss universe

The first thing you were aware of when you woke up was Remus, but that was always the case. Whether you were awake or asleep, your subconscious was always searching for him.

You heard the sound of his gentle cooing as his hands ghosted over your stomach. His touch was reverent, and his voice awe-filled as he talked to the baby in your womb.

You basked in the warmth of not only the sunlight but also your husband's attention.

But still, you did not move. Letting Remus have his moment before you would alter him to his presence.

Only it would seem that his moment was going to be cut short anyway if the pattering of the little feat was any indication.

Smiling to yourself, you basked in the moment. Listening as the little feet got even closer.

Then they suddenly stopped, and you listened as the latch on your door clicked. You could tell that Remus was listening to from the way his hands had stilled. No longer talking to the baby in your womb and now instead listening out for your other baby as he made his way towards the two of you.

You could hear as the door swung open before the little feet padded towards the bed.

"Dadda?" The little voice called.

"What's up, Munchkin?" You could hear Remus whisper. Worried about waking you up.

"Can I join you and Mumma?" Harry questioned.

"Of course you can." Remus grinned. "As long as you promise to be gentle as Mumma is still sleeping."

Groning you stretched. Finally, leaving your hazy state. Cracking open your eyes, you could see the warm sunlight as it filtered in through the curtains. Setting the room aglow and lighting up the dust motes that hung in the air.

Looking down, you were greeted with an adorable mop of black hair as a little face beamed up at you.

"Mumma!" Harry squealed. Making graby hands up at you.

Just as you leaned down to grab him and pull him into the bed, Remus beat you to it. Swopping down, he bundled Harry into his arms and pulled the boy into the bed. Positioning him so she was between the two of you.

You shot a look at your husband, but he just smiled lovingly at you in return.

"Good morning," he murmured, leaning over Harry to kiss your temple.

"Good morning," you murmured back. Basking in the moment.

"What are we doing today?" Harry questioned. Already squirming around the bed. Too full of energy to sit still.

"Well, we need to go into Diagon Alley so your Dad and I can pick up some potion ingredients and a few other things." You started. "Then, if you are good, we can maybe stop for some ice cream."

"Yes please." Harry grind. Finally stilling as he stared up at you his green eyes big an pleading.

"Well, how about you get ready? Then we can have breakfast and head out." You suggested. Booping him on the nose.

Harry nodded, his curls bouncing before he turned around, scurrying off the bed as he raced off to his room.

"Do you think this one will be as much of a ball of energy?" Remus questioned. His body curling towards you as he reached down to cup a hand around the swell of your stomach.

"I hope not." You laugh, "I am not sure if I could keep up with two Harry's."

Remus laughed. Finlay rolling out of bed as you followed him.

The two of you needed to start getting ready for fear of Harry returning and finding the both of you still in bed.

Remus stood next to you. Harry propped on his hip, his head resting on Remus's shoulder. Remus's other hand was warped around your back. His hand just coming to rest on the profile of your bump.

"Okay, what do we need?" Remus questions, looking down at the shopping list in your hand.

"Well, we most importantly need to get some aconite." You told Remus, looking at your list. "But while we are at the apothecary, we might as well grab some Murtlap tentacles, asphodels, salamander blood, and some more Dittany." You listed off.

"Ah, I also wanted to get some more owl treats," Remus added. "Poor Archimedes and Nyctimene deserve them for how often the poor things have to go to London and back."

"You spoil those owls." You laughed, adding Remus's request to your list. "I also need to swing by Scribbulus Writing Instruments so I can grab some more quills and parchment."

"Then the second had book shop, Florean Fortescue's and home," Remus suggested. 

"Perfect." You nodded. "Do you have enough money, or must we go to Gringotts first?"

"I have enough." Remus nodded.

"How about you grab the potion ingredients? I will go to Scribbulus and Eeylops with Harry, as you know how much he loves the owls." You suggested.

"Are you sure?" Remus questioned. Shifting Harry on his hip.

"I'm sure." You nodded. "Then we can meet up in the bookship."

"Only if you are sure." Remus nodded, lowering Harry to the floor.

The two of them had a moment as Remus whispered something to Harry before kissing his forehead and ruffling his hair, causing the young boy to giggle before running to you and latching himself onto your leg.

"See you in about 30 minutes," you murmured to Remus before he gave you a peck on the lips.

Turning on his heels, Remusl walked in the opposite direction to you. His long strides causing him to quickly reced into the crowd.

When he was no longer in sight, you reached down for Harry's hand.

"You remember the rules?" You softly asked Harry as the two of you started off in the direction of Scribbulus.

"Of course, Mumma." Harry nods. Almost offended that you would doubt him.

"Okay then." You laugh. Giving his hand a squeeze. "What are they?"

"Rule number 1. Hold Mumma or Pappa's hand at all times. Or, if I can't hold, then stay close." Harry started. Rule number 2. Do not talk to strangers, especially if they ask to see my scar. Finally, rule 3: If I get lost, I am to stay where I am and only repeat that I am looking for my parents and your names."

"Well done." You praised him, giving his hand a squeeze.

Harry beamed up at you. Looking proud of himself, too, as the two of you finally entered Scribbulus Writing Instruments.

"Okay, Bubba. You can look around while Mumma grabs what she needs, but don't touch anything and don't talk to any strangers," You instructed. 

Harry grinned before rushing off to look at all the pretty ink colours while you whizzed around the room as quickly as you could, keeping an eye on Harry the whole time. 

When you had gotten everything, you headed for the counter. Your bump hindered the process as you tried not to accidentally knock into anything.

When you had paid, you carefully put your new quills and parchment into your bag. Before turning your eyes, search for Harry. Unsurprisingly, he hadn't moved since you last looked. Still staring, transfixed at some of the more extravagant quills that were on offer.

Softly, you called his name. Causing the young biy to while around, beamed at you as he came bounding in yoru direction, immediately grabbing your proffered hand.

Giving it a squeeze, the two of you carried on out, heading for Eeylops Owl Emporium.

"Are you looking forward to getting to see all the owls, Bubba?" You questioned Harry, smiling down at him as you pushed open the door—the two of you entering Eeylops.

Harry frantically nodded his head. His curls bouncing as his eyes light up.

You let Harry lead you by your hand as he dragged you around the shop, pointing out all the different owls to you.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." A voice behind you sneered.

Whirling, you nudged Harry behind you so he was partially hidden behind your legs.

"Malfoy." You greeted. Keeping the sneer out of your voice as, you tried to be as cordial as possible.

"I assume these are yours with Lupin." Luscious sneered. Inclining his head at your dump and at Harry hidden behind your head.

"They are." You nodded. One hand coming up to cup your bump as the other remained on the back of Harry's head.

You and Remus had adopted Harry, given Harry your surname. He was yours and Remus in all but blood. Something the general public didn't know. The wizarding world didn't know what had happened to Harry since that fateful night, and you and Remus wanted to keep it that way.

"Such a shame to see such an affluent pureblood line be soiled in such a way." Malfoy snarled with such hate that it caused you to physically recoil.

"You alright Love?" A sudden, warm, comforting voice asked. As you felt Remus appear behind you. On hand coming up to cover your hand on your bump. The other coming to rest on Harry's back.

"I was just talking to your charming wife about your offspring." Luscious drawled.

"That's nice of you, but alas, we need to get going." Remus smiled politely guiding you away before one of you two would say something you would come to regret.

Guiding you away from Luscious Malfoy, Remus leant down, grabbing Harry and lifting him up to his hip as you grabbed a random bag of owl treats before heading to the till.

Your heartbeat was still wringing in your ears as Remus paid. He continued to lead you out of the shop. A hand was permanently placed on you as he led you away.

You were still shaking when you reached Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. But the shakes had subsided, and sitting in a both with Remus pressed up against you was enough to ground you to that moment.

Harry was utterly oblivious to what had happened. Already forgetting about the strange man with white hair now that he had been presented with an ice cream. 

You and Remus shared a look over your own chocolate ice cream, as the two of you promised to discuss it at some other point when Harry wasn't there to overhear it. But for now. There were happier and more important things to think about.

Such as the second-hand bookshop just next door, which you and Remus would definitely be visiting.