#His luscious red fluffy hair

[shyyuhh]

South Park boys!! I might post a filtered version of this if it gets attention lol ❤️

[greenandsorrow]

Okay, so basically Alastor is our deer boi.

He has his fluffy ears, his antlers, he has hooves and it's almost canon that he has a smoll deer tail.

DEER HAVE THE PRETTIEST LASHES...

Just hear me out. Those bigass red eyes have... lashes.

Black, luscious eye-lashes. He has doe eyes.

Or they're red to match his hair colour.🫠

Rosie would most definitely comment on his pretty LASHES.😭😭😭

[peachdues]

Kyojuro Rengoku enjoys being called ‘Daddy’ in bed, but he enjoys calling you ‘Mommy,’ even more.

He whimpers it every time you’re like this — perched upon his aching, thick cock like a throne, dropping and rolling your hips with a messy precision, a wet schlicking sound the only noise apart from the steady moans falling from your flame-haired lover’s mouth like a song.

“Mommy,” he whines, swallowing hard because his mouth will not stop watering at the sight of your luscious breasts bouncing as you writhe atop him, your thighs burning to push his cock deeper and deeper into your clenched core, your walls throbbing, begging to be filled by his cum, so hot and viscous.

You grin sympathetically at your red-faced, fucked-out lover. “What is it, baby?” You coo, fingers raking down the sinewy mass of his pectorals, grazing over his peaked nipples making him hiss.

“Pl-please, let me — fuck,” Kyojuro tries, but your hips swivel and the walls of your cunt flutter in that way that makes him go cross-eyed, and it’s all he can do not to let drool drip from his mouth.

You lift yourself up off him until his cock nearly slips out, the engorged, leaking head just barely nestled inside your entrance.

Kyojuro groans — loudly, in complaint, and tries to buck up to sheathe himself back inside your walls, but you raise yourself higher, taunting him. His eyebrows knit together and the muscles in his biceps bulge as he strains against the black, fluffy handcuffs locking his wrists against the slats of your bed frame.

He opens his eyes and meets your amused gaze, and it makes you giddy to see that your sweet, passionate boyfriend looks close to crying.

You slowly lower yourself on his cock, but you’re careful to take no more than a single inch of him back into your welcoming heat.

You fight the urge to join his moans as he pulses within you. “Tell me what you want, sweet boy.”

A bead of sweat rolls down Kyojuro’s temple. “Your breasts,” he manages through clenched teeth. “Please — let me suck on them —,”

You impale yourself fully upon his stiffened length in satisfaction, savoring the loud, lascivious moan that rips from his throat as you resume your pace — brutal and hard, the way you know will have him painting the inside of your walls with his salty white in a matter of minutes.

You fall forward, dangling your full breasts tantalizingly in front of his face as you work his cock. “Go ahead, baby,” you say sweetly, and Kyojuro strains up from the bed, eagerly wrapping his lips around your nipple and pulling your soft flesh into his mouth.

You hum and mewl as you grind into him, gasping slightly as Kyojuro nips at you the way he knows you love, your cunt beginning to tighten around him as your end draws near.

Kyojuro suckles at you, moaning as he sloppily drags his mouth back and forth between your breasts, trying to shower them with equal attention.

You want to cum so desperately, but you will not — not until he’s filled you, not until he’s made a proper mess of your cunt. And so, as he mouths at your tits and as his hips began to buck up into you, sloppy and without rhythm, you wrap a hand lightly around his throat and squeeze.

“Be a good boy, Kyojuro, and cum for Mommy, okay?”

credit to my love @benkeibear for the banner!!

[tasteracha]

gates of hell

word count: 2.2k

warnings: afab!reader, soft dom!minho, demon!minho, edging, minor degradation, minor manhandling, reader is called good girl, teasing, smut - MINORS DNI

synopsis: minho is the demon that welcomes you into hell

so, this is your third week in hell.

you remember your first day; it’s wasn’t the barren wasteland you would have expected. it wasn’t even that dark - you’d spent hours in clubs, sweaty faces illuminated by strobing lights, darker than this.

it looked like something out of a fairy tale, tall cliffs shrouded in fluffy clouds, sun rays shining down on luscious red trees, and set of black shining stairs leading up to a tall grey castle completing the picture. you honestly would have mistaken this for heaven if it weren’t for the demon standing next to you, your single person welcoming party. 

not that you were complaining; he was single-handedly the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. dark blue tinted hair swooped down over his forehead, just touching the long eyelashes around his round black eyes, high cheekbones and a sharp chin. a pouty mouth, lips full, pulled into a smirk stopped you from saying anything. he looked cocky enough, there’s no need to add more fire to the flames. 

you didn’t realize that you’d been staring for too long until a pair of black wings materialized behind him, feathers fluffing a bit, and you stepped back in shock. you don’t know why you were shocked, you knew he was a demon, his eyes were completely black. that didn’t stop you from taking another step back when he spread his wings out. 

“shall we?” he said, voice impossibly soft as he steps towards you, negating the space you had just made between you. these are the only words he’d spoken to you since he met you at the gates, when he muttered ‘welcome to hell’ before leading you to the base of the stairs. he didn’t wait for you to answer before swiping you into his arms in an impossible display of strength. the ground left your feet again when he took off into the air, black wings stretched out behind him as you gained altitude. you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, pressing your face into his chest as you try not to scream. 

when he landed, you scrambled away from him as quickly as you could, glaring daggers at him as you got your heart rate under control. 

“what, did you want to walk all the way up those?” he quirked a brow at you, nodding towards the hundreds of stairs he just flew you over. 

“some warning would have been nice,” you grumbled, knowing he was right but not wanting to give him the satisfaction. of course you got stuck with a demon guide you can’t stand, even after knowing him for only five minutes. 

“well!” he clapped his hands, completely ignoring your indignation as he lead you inside the tall doors. it’s barren inside, a single glowing door in the middle of swirling pools of black water. he stopped at it, reaching for the doorknob. “you have your own room, of course. this door will take you to it, it recognizes you when you touch it.”

he opened the door and - it’s your bedroom. cleaner than it’s been in months, posters still on the walls and plushies lining the floor by your closet. 

“you’re free to do what you want here.” he placed a hand on your shoulder when you take no move to walk into the room with him. “like an extended hotel stay. there’s a pool on the third floor.”

“is there wi-fi here?” you say, trailing a hand over your desk and stopping at your laptop. he stepped towards the door, ignoring your question. 

that was the last you had heard from him since you got here. you woke up the next morning to a sticky note with a password written on it, but the two of you hadn’t exchanged words since. you’ve seen him lurking around the castle as you explore, hiding behind pillars and corners with his dark eyes trailed on you, but he never approaches you. you’re curious about him, and even after you’ve gotten all of your questions answered by other residents you’ve met (no, you don’t age here; no, you can’t get pregnant; yes, you can still feel pain; yes, can still eat) you find yourself with an endless list of others about him. 

even as you try and keep him off of your mind, the days bleeding into on another with you spending your time discovering your new home, you can’t. his face is burned into your mind, you see him in your dreams, behind your eyelids when you close them, in your mind when you touch yourself in the deepest hours of the night. so you look for him. you creep around the corners he’s been inhabiting, behind the walls you’ve sensed him looking at you from, but he’s never there. you see him sometimes, but by the time you blink he’s gone. he’s avoiding you, now?

or, you thought he was, until he shows up at your door one night, just as you were in the middle of one of the shows you’ve started with your newfound endless time here. he pushes past you and shuts the door behind him when you fail to greet him, mouth slack at his unexpected appearance.

“have you ever fucked a demon?” he says abruptly, hand trailing down your back but looking straight in front of him with a blank face like he didn’t ask you one of the lewdest questions you’ve ever heard. weeks of dancing around each other, him staring at you like he wanted to eat you, and this is what he starts with?

“well, considering i didn’t know you existed until a few weeks ago, no.” you snark back, shivering when his nails dig into the back of your shirt. 

“do you want to?” he looks at you, black eyes wide. “i’ve never fucked a human.”

and who were you to say no to that? he was there and insanely hot, and there were surely worse ways to spend your time in hell. you nod. 

the next thing you feel is the whoosh of wind against your ears as he flings you onto the bed, immediately crawling on top of you. 

his clawed hand rips open the front of your shirt, and he drowns your protests with a searing kiss, making every one of your nerve endings light up. you didn’t know if it was that you were in hell or that it was him, but his touch felt more intense than anything you’ve felt before. 

he swallows your gasp as he rakes his nails down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. your kiss is broken when he grabs your hips and hikes you up further on the bed so he can straddle you; the sight of him leaning over you with his dark wings furled against his back makes him look more like an angel than a demon. 

“don’t need these right now,” he makes a show of holding his hand up in front of you, making you watch as he retracts the claws until he’s left with human fingernails, painted black. his hands, impossibly soft, discard the tattered remains of your shirt and pop open the button of your jeans. he pulls them down with your panties in one smooth move, leaving you completely bare and exposed in front of him. you can’t bring yourself to be shy: you’re already dead, what’s the worst that could happen?

he moves to mouth at your throat hungrily, teeth nipping into your skin as he moves lower and lower. you’re squirming under him, your fingers tangled into his hair to pull him closer or pull him away, you don’t even know. 

“are you always this sensitive?” he asks, blowing on your nipple and making you shiver. “makes me want to take my time with you. find out exactly where i can touch to drive you crazy.”

you don’t answer. you can’t. your thoughts are so scrambled already, it’s a wonder you can even remember your own name - he’s already driven you mad and he hasn’t even done anything. 

a gasp is ripped from your throat when his fingers dip into your folds, exploring gently in clever circles. when you look down at him he’s wearing that smirk and you drag him up by his hair to kiss him. his fingers continue to work, not deterred by the way you’ve started humping into him. 

“desperate little thing, aren’t you?” he mumbles into your lips, making you bite at his with a spark of anger. he speeds up in retaliation, dipping his fingers into you finally, digging in just right until you can feel the tightness about to snap and - he stops. you let out a dry sob as your body deflates into your mattress, panting and entirely unsatisfied. 

“i know you’ve never fucked a human, but you do know how this works right?” you complain once you get your breath back. 

“hmm,” he pulls back, trailing his slick hand against your lips, chuckling when you open your mouth to suck on his fingertips. it’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done, you’re pretty sure. “i know exactly what i’m doing.” 

you’re suddenly aware of how he’s fully clothed, and you fumble at his clothes with shaking hands. in a blink of an eye, his black shirt and trousers are gone, leaving sculpted muscles and thick thighs in your sight. one of his hands pin your wrists above your head, the other reading down to guide his cock to your entrance. he rubs the tip through your folds, teasing. 

“please,” you whine, arching your back when he catches on your clit, sensitive and tingling. 

“there you are,” he coos, pressing into you slowly. “i knew you would beg so prettily. and all it took was a little bit of teasing?” 

you want to be angry, his words should make you angry, but with him fully sheathed inside of you all you can do is nod and hope the tears pooling up in your eyes won’t drip out. he starts out at a brutal pace, pushing little ah-ah-ah’s of you in punched breaths. 

“minho, darling,” his voice croons into your ear as he rocks into you in his steady rhythm. 

“hmm?” you breathe out in between gasps - he’s filling you so well, like he was made just for you, made to fit the contours of your body, made to lie beside you. 

“the name you can scream out,” he supplies with a sharp thrust that hits you just right, sending sparks shooting up your spine. “or, you can just call me sir, if you like that.”

“fuck you,” you seethe, holding back a pathetic whine when he stops completely. a hand winds itself around your throat, squeezing the sides gently, not enough to restrict your breathing but the thought that he could without batting an eye makes your heart beat faster. 

“is that any way to speak to your demon, honey?” his voice is as syrupy as the name he calls you. you wish for a moment that you could see his eyes past the black galaxies you’re looking into. “you were being such a good girl a few moments ago.”

“mine…?” you trail off as he picks his pace back up, not giving you a second to readjust.  

“been waiting for you,” he grunts out, leaning down into you to lick and nip at the shell of your ear. “made for you.” 

it’s the first break in his facade, the guttural emotion with which he said those words makes your body burn with desire. he releases your wrists when you tug, letting you wrap your arms around him, your blunt nails scratching down his back. when they reach the place where his wings meet his back he shudders, a full body thing and the new power you hold in your hands sends your mind reeling.

you feel your high building up again, and you scream his name when he hides his face in your neck as his thrusts become uneven. his breath is ragged, coming out in hot pants against you, and he bites down as he releases inside of you. his wings unfurl, spreading out behind him in a display of dark power. the sight of them mixed with the sharp pain from his teeth pushes you over the edge and you come around him, feeling him shudder against you as you milk him dry. 

he slumps against you, wings surrounding you and shrouding the two of you in safe darkness as he keeps his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing you. he tilts his face towards yours to give you a soft kiss, a contrast to every way he’s touched you so far. your brain is still fuzzy from your orgasm, stronger than any you’ve experienced before. he nuzzles his face into your neck sweetly, whispering apologies to you when you wince as he pulls out of you. you hum in response, closing your eyes.

"did i fuck the life back into you?" he teases, soothing the biting remark with another kiss to your jaw.

"shut up," you shoot back, no heat in your words. "you're the one who said you were made for me."

“i’ve waited years to do that,” he says, curling up into your side. “waited years for you.”

“you’re my demon soulmate?” you breath out, giggling at the absurdity of it. there's no way its true, right?

“yes.” he says, completely serious. it sobers you, and you tilt his head towards you to see him. brown human eyes stare back at you, emotions freely reflecting back at you. 

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day eight !!!!

prompt: sex turning into making love

characters: mountain/rain

word count: 950

summary: just the sappiest t4t mountrain sex ever

cws: sex, sex toys

notes: i am really proud of this and would appreciate kind comments/reblogs :3

below the cut or on ao3 :))

The strap hangs heavy in its harness on Rain’s hips, leaving slight red marks; highlights on his blue, dusky skin. Mountain’s on his back and Rain’s kneeling in between his legs, both ghouls raking their eyes over each other, taking in their beauty. Mountain, a sage forest filled with moles and scars; the rich, luscious trees that stand within. Rain leans over, drawing a line with his index finger, making its way from the tip of his sturdy antlers, right down through every mark that makes him, landing on his bush. His hips involuntarily kick at the touch, eager for more, his eyes shining as Rain looks down at him, a silent please. Rain trails his finger further, teasing the very end of his clit and watching as it twitches under his touch.

“So pretty for me, woodland, I could devour you,” Rain admires.

Mountain groans, “I could say the same for you, my love.” As he says it his gaze travels across the contours of Rain’s body, noting the way his inky hair contrasts the hue of the skin surrounding it. And how his shoulders frame the rest of his body perfectly, from his chest to his ass. Looking into Rain’s eyes he sees them dilate as they make eye contact once again. Mountain wells up ever so slightly, he’s loved, he feels special, he’s Rain’s person.

The finger circling Mountain’s dick leisurely moves further down, still tracing the earth ghoul, committing him to memory. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Mount,” he says, still surprising him every time that he’s wanted and appreciated. The ghoul beneath him can only hum in agreement, lost in his own mind as he revels in Rain’s touch. The water ghoul hovers, asking silent permission to continue. Mountain grants it as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back gently and baring his throat. They both moan quietly as Rain’s cool finger enters Mountain’s cunt. He takes his time exploring, as if he’s finding out what makes the other tick for the first time. It’s intimate, both ghouls lending a vulnerability that makes every sensation more powerful than the last.

“Ready,” Mountain squeaks. “Want to feel you.”

“Want you too, baby. Gonna treat you so well.”

“You always do, Rain.”

They don’t need to confess their love through prolonged monologues, just a few words is all they need to feel as close as their first time. With both ghouls more than ready, Rain carefully lubes up every inch of the strap, ensuring his love will be as comfortable as possible. He teases the earth ghoul, languidly stroking his cock in his efforts. Once he deems it wet enough, he positions himself properly, bending Mountain’s legs and leaning forward to kiss him as he slides in steadily.

The room goes silent for a moment as they adjust to the new position before Mountain returns a chaste kiss that inevitably devolves into a disgustingly sweet embrace of each other’s bodies. Rain nuzzles his head in the crook of Mountain’s shoulder as he thrusts gently into him, taking his time to do so. Mountain near-melts at the sensation of the water ghoul’s fluffy hair against his neck and turns his head to affectionately nibble on his ear. Soft moans and the tender contact of Rain’s hips with Mountain’s fill the room. The occasional whispered praise breaks through too.

“Fuck, I love you,” Mountain breathes. It’s followed by the stuttering of Rain’s hips as he falters and blushes, like he’s just been told it for the first time. Once he regains his rhythm he angles the thrusts right against Mountain’s g-spot, returning his love.

“I love you too, wildflower,” Rain replies. “Always going to love you.”

The water ghoul continues his motions as he moves to place his mouth on Mountain’s neck, sucking sweetly to leave the marks of his love. To add to the rich tapestry of Mountain’s body with a reminder of his affection, albeit a temporary one. “Hnnng- fuck Rain,” he groans, tilting his head back further to give him access.

The new angle allows the strap to be ground against Rain’s twitching t-dick with every little movement he makes for his love. The sensations are immense, furthered by the intimate setting in which his innermost feelings for Mountain are divulged freely. His pace picks up almost imperceptibly as he chases the pleasure, wanting both to savour it and experience it all at once.

His mind is made up for him as Mountain’s breaths begin to become heavier and more frequent. Engulfing the strap, Rain can see Mountain’s cunt clenching around him, leaking pre and looking ever so pretty, his pubic hair covered in a sheen. “Close, Rain. Come with me?” He asks, doe-eyes batting. It sparks Rain to nod as he turns on the small bullet vibrator secured in the harness, keeping his renewed pace as the pleasure becomes too much for both of them. 

They find themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes as Rain reaches his climax, hips thrusting erratically as he rides out his orgasm. He winces in pleasure only able to repeat Mountain’s name in a soft moan, “Mmph Mountain, my love- fuck- Mountain baby.” 

The sight, along with Rain’s movements sends Mountain over the edge just seconds later. His cunt spasms around the strap, Mountain’s arms grasping for purchase on Rain’s shoulders as the water ghoul brings his hand down once again to toy with Mountain’s clit, only stopping when overstimulation sets in and he begins to writhe.

Still buried inside, Rain flops down onto Mountain’s chest, panting. With his ear placed against the earth ghoul’s heart, he confesses once more, in time with the beats, “I love you.”

[soft-mafia]

Modern AU Buggy headcanons/ideas(?)

warnings: SFW, mentions of drug use

a/n: I’m surprised I haven’t seen a lot modern x reader AUs with Buggy, so I decided to jot down some ideas I had!! This is also just an excuse for me to imagine Jeff Ward bc the brainrot is consuming me he’s so hot.

• Off the bat the first thing people notice about him is his nose; it’s not a ridiculously large, red clown nose, but the tip of his nose is abnormally rounded; after a few seconds of looking at it, it goes relatively unnoticeable once you get used to it but he is still VERY insecure about it.

• “Buggy” is probably a nickname he got from either playing on a football team as a kid, or a username for some video game. His real name is something he’s embarrassed about like Benjamin or something.

• I imagine that instead of pirates and pirate crews, these people are bikers with biker gangs. Idk it sounds hot to me.

• Sorry not sorry but I can’t see a modern Buggy who isn’t a stoner.

• I don’t see Buggy having a clown persona in a modern AU since he doesn’t have the nose for him to wanna cope with it, BUT he seems like a guy who can do some pretty rad sketches and he often just draws creepy clowns.

• Still has his luscious long blue hair of course, I imagine he uses box dye and usually keeps it in a pony tail or a man bun. It’s super soft and fluffy bc men just have a natural talent of having healthy hair without doing anything to take care of it for some reason.

[weolucbasu]

So, @da-proti-toku-grem kind of inspired me to make a lengthy post, sharing some positive vibes across the fandom, listing the reasons why I love each member of Joker Out and why I would go full mom-mode on them and cook for them and bake them gluten-free cookies.

Anyway:

A Joker Out, brain-rot, appreciation post

(members listed in alphabetical order)

Bojan

First up - as someone who had the chance to see them live, he is an insane performer

His ability to enchant the crowd is insane and you can tell really well that he has great acting abilities too

Watched him in Gospod Profesor too, spot on for someone who is a so-called amateur

His singing voice is... amazing to say the least, it feels really unique

Also, the way he talks, the sound of his voice, the words he uses, his pronunciation, if there were awards for talking he would get one

The languages he speaks, I want to study him, linguistically, he is truly a phenomenon

We of course love a bilingual king

He looks like he has his priorities straight

I also respect him so much for how open he is about his mental illness

I might relate to him a bit too much at times whoops

And the fact that he can somehow befriend literally anyone??? Love that

His friendship with Jere is the main one of course

Oh yeah and the fact that he literally helped people who collapsed at their gigs a few times

Bless him, he deserves all the rest he is hopefully getting

Jan

First things first, I have a soft spot for math guys

And the way he talks about math is fascinating (but you still won't get me to like it Jan)

Cat dad???? We absolutely adore Igor and a man loving cats is such a green flag

I know people say he mumbles a bit and it's hard to understand him at times, but idk, he talks nice and slowly, so it's still really easy to understand him

He comes from my home region, so I am very biased haha

Also, every band needs a guitarist with luscious locks

He absolutely owns the colour red, that colour was invented specifically for him

The nose ring suits him so well too, this man KNOWS what fits him

And if that ends up being jackets with nothing underneath when he performs, THEN SO BE IT

I know people call Kris the lesbian icon, but from what I've seen lesbians are very drawn to Jan as well

Oh, and he gives me Klaus from the Umbrella Academy vibes (I blame the hair and the pink boa)

Jure

Holy shit, sunshine in human form????

The most underappreciated one in the band imo

His surname literally means 'cat' and I am so normal that Jan has called him 'muca'

He also comes from my region haha, bias again

He's really good at filming, he actually shot a few things for RTV (national TV station) and edited them as well, god, talent

Also playing drums... I have sang, I have played guitar, played bass, but drums is something I feel like I could NEVER do, so hats off to you

As @da-proti-toku-grem pointed out, THE MOLE ON HIS LIP? weak knees, yes

He also reminds me of a good friend of mine and I vibe with him so much, I feel like I would vibe with Jure as well

I really don't like the fact that drummers tend to get ignored and I just wish there was more Jure performing content

Though I love it how every time, during Novi Val, he comes to the front and hangs with the others

His hair also looks so soft and fluffy aaaaaa

Again, biased but he resembles my bf the most out of everyone so hmmmm

Kris

The baby of the band! (and the only one in the band I could actually call 'mulc')

In case you didn't know yet, he's half Dutch

And he speaks Dutch, which, as someone who speaks Dutch (in theory, not in practice) makes me really happy

I wish to study him linguistically as well

Also his parents' story feels very close to me, as I'm dating outside of my culture as well

According to him he was menace as a kid and I think we should normalise the fact that you can become a better person as you grow up

But pls don't honk at me on the road Kris, pls, I will cry

The songs he wrote??? NGVOT and Vse kar vem??? Oh boy, I love them, adore them

His holey sweaters are also a vibe

Dutch fans, if you don't shower him and the rest of the band with gifts at their Dutch concerts, I will be mad

Also gotta honorably mention Maks

They gotta be my fav nepo-but-not-really babies out there

Kinda like Maya Hawke?

I am ranting

He also looks like the only member of the band that I would fight, and idk why

Also, I must know if he supports Max Verstappen haha

Minus points for chemistry though, I cannot with that

Nace

Okay everyone

Here we go

We have reached my beloved

I love all of them, but Nace just a bit more

It was love at first sight, I cannot lie

I have a soft spot for bassists and he might actually convince me to try and play bass again

He has been playing it for so long too??? like wow

Oh and of course; THE TATTOOS, BLESSETH BE THE TATTOOS

I will always go feral about his tattoos

At every concert

I know he was the last to join the band but it looks like he fits in so nicely, it's beautiful

Strong mom-codded dad friend vibes

He kinda is the dad of the band haha

And he looks like he gives amazing hugs (lucky all of you who had managed to get one already)

A nice addition to the band

Oh and he's apparently shit at sports which is like... felt

Plus the fact that he wanted to be a vet?

Me too boo, me too, but neither of us is there now

Anway, I'll stop now. In conclusion, this band has my whole heart and they deserve every good thing that happens to them and so much more.

[philistiniphagottini]

lmao sorry I didn't even see the other one, it was meant for the wordless ways I say I love you, thanks 💗

Lol that's okay Anon, I just wanted to make sure. Anyways, I hope you like this. Thanks for the request.

Prompt List

Number 13: Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.

It was your turn to host movie night at your house. Every month you and your boyfriend alternated, going back and forth between playing host or guest at each other’s place. Since winter was in full swing and Christmas was just around the corner, you decided to celebrate the holiday cheer by finding the cheesiest, Christmas themed rom-com movies through your local streaming service. 

You were halfway through a movie, huddled next to Bakura on your couch as you shared a warm blanket between you. There was barely any space left between you, legs tangled and fluffy blanket pulled up to your shoulders as you watched the images on the TV screen flicker, the occasional comment or giggle being shared. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn lay abandoned on the coffee table, mugs of warm drinks slowly cooling from the chill nip in the air.

You weren’t sure at what point your hands decided to wander. One minute your fingers were fiddling with a loose thread of string at the fraying edges of the blanket and the next, your hands were buried in Bakura’s hair. Silky strands of white curled around your fingers as you carded the digits through his soft, fluffy hair, marvelling at how luscious it felt slotted between your fingers. You missed the way heat crept onto Bakura’s cheeks, the tips of his ears turning red hot as he leaned against you, head gently falling against your shoulder as you continued to indulge in the movie.

His eyes became lidded as you massaged your fingers against the back of his scalp, tracing soothing patterns that set his heart a flutter. He timidly placed a hand on your thigh, his fingers mimicking your own motions as his eyelids grew heavier. A small smile tilted your lips as you pressed closer to him, silently seeking out more of his warmth as you cuddled closer, indulging in his slow caresses. You continued to rub your fingers through his hair, softly lulling his mind into a serene state of calm as his eyes finally slipped shut. You only noticed that he nodded off when his head bumped into the crook of your neck, wisps of hair tickling your skin as his nose nudged the soft skin of your throat. You turned your head, brushing stray strands of his bangs out of his face and tucking the long locks behind his eyes with a beaming smile.

"Bakura" you gently cooed.

His body jolted as he was pulled from his slumber. You offered him an apology, unable to contain the small chuckle that breezed past your lips at the weary look that brief flashed across his visage. His dazed eyes found yours, his gaze soft at the sight of you as he offered you a bashful smile.

"Are you tired?" you asked. "Do you want to go to bed?"

He hummed in thought before he shook his head, check rubbing against your shoulder as he stifled the yawn that threatened to break free.

"The movie is almost over" he mumbled; his voice laced with weariness. "I can wait until then."

Your lips brushed against his warm cheek as you continued to twirl his hair around your fingers as his arms coiled around your waist and gave a light squeeze. You continued to watch the movie in silence, hands still buried in his hair as his mind and body started to drift off once more.

[adaricruz]

random question, how do you draw Connor’s hair? Like any specific shapes for forms that help?

HI HELLOOOO this is such a good question & i’m so excited to answer it OK ! so

took two of my fave cons for this specific example , i ofc base how i draw his hair on mike faist , the actor who originated the role of connor on bway , who basically has the same hair shape .

i used red for what i call THE BIG SWOOP . this thing is always present when i draw con & swear it just . doesn’t look like him when it’s not added ???? ( specifying im talking abt my art !!! i always have to add it ) he parts his hair from the left & it tends to get tucked behind his ear , where the green part begins , the squiggly lines represent his hairline basically . the purple/blue are the 〰️waves〰️ that end at his shoulders ( tho you may notice i make it longer depending of the drawing ) i’ve seen ppl draw him with curly hair & straight hair , but i tend to do it wavy just bc !

i’ve been adding the swoop since forever ! added some of my oldest connors here + here’s a pic of mike ! i marked the sections with the assigned colors to kinda mark how it looks in a more ‘ realistic ’ hair volume .

as time passed i’ve simplified it to an extent , & now it just . flows so naturally , but once you get the hang of the shapes it comes easily ! the top is a bit geometrical with the sharp edges & it bleeds into the fluffy waves .

here’s a quick vid !! even tho i hc that his hair is . very greasy & Not shiny at all & there’s no real fluffiness , i tend to draw him w the most beautiful gorgeous luscious locks ever 😭😭 sometimes i even make it LONG as hell , like , reaching the middle of his back ?? this is mainly an artistic choice btw & i usually do it to fit the composition of my stuff

so yea ! it consists of three big ‘ shapes ’ , parts or steps , however you wanna call it .

wanted to add these two more pics of mike where the BIG SWOOP is more noticeable ! it kinda sticked with me so much that i made it a big part of how i draw his hair . I HOPEE this was helpful !!! i love answering any questions you may have , & ofc if they are related to connor then it’s like , a Million times better 🖤🫶

[danosrosegarden]

frostbite - pierre bezukov x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day six. prompt: temp play. 🎃}

{contains: a fluffy, free useish relationship and descriptions of (cold) fingering.}

☽ It was more often than you had anticipated that Pierre would come home after a ride eager to get at you, his hair licked upwards in frizzy, windswept knots and his long fingers tugging at your clothes before you could get a word of greeting in.

☽ The colors of the crunchy, withering leaves had morphed from brilliant, golden yellows to decaying browns and muted reds. You preferred to stay indoors, write letters or read books by the warm candlelight.

☽ You had been fingering the curled, yellowed pages of your current read when you heard the front door jangle and open. He knew where he could find you; you were always reading or writing in the study, or in the bedroom when you were feeling particularly plagued with weariness. It was your safe haven from the bitterly cold frost panting on the windowpanes outside, your cozy nook where you were free to exist in simple, warm comfort.

☽ And it was one of those afternoons where you could tell from the beaming smile painted across his face that his mind had been diseased with thoughts of you, only you. It was endearing, how overjoyed he was at the mere sight of you. He was a frenzied puppy, wet eyes sparkling and curly tail wagging as he circled your feet.

☽ "How was the ride, darling?" you asked, setting your book aside and standing to meet him.

☽ He stopped you halfway, giving you a light, playful push back onto where you sat on the sheets. "Oh, can't I tell you about it later, dear?"

☽ "You're insatiable." You knew just what he wanted, but there was no complaint.

☽ It still filled your gut with bumbling butterflies to pull up your dress for him, almost as if it was the first time all over again. His touch was so gentle and caring. Pierre could never stand to hurt you, not even if you begged him to. It was all about the slow, sweet build.

☽ And a perverted glee had nested itself into your stomach when he touched you on days like today: days where he had been out riding in the frosty autumn air. Days where his skin breathed that same crisp coolness onto the slick skin of your cunt.

☽ It was difficult to describe, that feeling of his frigid fingers plunging in and out of you, caressing just the right spots to make your back arch and toes curl. But God, was it delectable, that feeling of your velvety walls dripping with warmth colliding and clashing with the icy chill of his skin.

☽ No, Pierre could never hurt you. But he could stand to watch cold shivers race up your spine, your body trembling with each luscious push in, each delicious drag out. That he could tolerate.

[those-late-night-feels]

Letters

Part 3

Summary: Writing everything down should help you process your feelings. Somehow it always turns into letters to him.

Warnings: Grief, angst, eventual smut.

Feb. 23

Time since you've left doesn't pass like it used to. I find myself staring out, my vision blurred at moments–grains of sand, waves crashing in, the starry night sky–spans of seconds and hours feel the same. Everything now overlaps, past with present, like a palimpsest, everywhere I look traces of you remain. You're like a ghost that haunts me and I ache for one of those visions to be real.

Are you still out there, somewhere in the vastness in front of me? I've heard the stories of your multiple deaths, only to come back again somehow. Is this another trick? Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.

Fingertips drew lines in the sand, making patterns that would soon wash away with the tide. The cool breeze was welcomed as the sun dipped into the horizon, waiting until you could count the stars again, search for a planet (maybe two). He once told you how many different planets he had been to in his lifetime, at the time you were only half listening while studying for a mission. Did he say 200? Or was it closer to three?

As the sun's last rays passed below the curvature of the earth and the stars began to appear, it brought you back to your last mission with him. The Quinjet flew in stealth mode at dusk, and the team would arrive in Lichtenstein by nightfall.

The mission would take a few days, first surveillance and then infiltration. A hotel room was booked for you and Loki under the cover of a traveling couple.

It was cold when you arrived, the wind biting through your layers. Loki had changed appearances, donning a dark cropped haircut and a pristine suit. When he emerged from the Quinjet, he held his arm out. "Ready darling?"

Tucking a red strand of hair from the wig you wore behind your ear, you took his arm. A private car waited on the tarmac to take you to the hotel where you'd set up surveillance.

The hotel room was large, a living area, kitchenette, and a luscious separate bedroom adorned with fluffy pillows and blush roses. Sleeping arrangements ignored, you focused on setting up the surveillance, preparing for the long night ahead.

Time passed by slowly while watching with long lenses from the window, earpieces to pick up anything unusual. Loki stretched in the hard wooden chair, exasperated. "This is it, this is how I'm going to die."

You side eyed him from the surveillance lense. So dramatic. "Is this work below the means of a god?"

"I thought when they requested my skills, it would be for fighting and deception. Not whatever this is," he said, waving his hand in front of the window. "Please, regale me with tales of your life. Anything would be livelier than this!"

"I'm flattered you think my life story would be slightly less dull than this. But, I thought you already knew everything when you invaded my mind…" you said flatly, pausing to listen in on your headphones and take notes.

He pursed his lips and studied you. Adorable, trying to ignore him.

"Despite what you think, I barely touched the surface." He propped his legs up on the table in a flourish, head cradled in his hands. "Please, how is it that you've never allowed a man or woman to experience you so intimately? Do you…not have that desire?"

The clicking of keystrokes on the laptop were the only sound for a moment, focusing on a steady breath as your cheeks warmed. He wouldn't get the satisfaction of making you cringe, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth. "I doubt you would understand," you said flatly.

His lips turned up in amusement, it was evident without even looking up. "Because I'm a god? Or because I'm ravishing?"

The look you gave him was less annoyed, more matter of fact. "Because I haven't found anyone that matters enough."

There was no snarky comeback, no witty retort. Had you finally silenced him for the night? You turned back to the work and attempted to focus again, the hairs on your arm standing up as you felt his stare heavy upon you.

Did you have desires…what kind of question was that? Of course you had them. But it was hard to hold onto them when everyone either disappointed you or left. Your heart was secured in an impenetrable fortress. For your own protection.

It was hours into the night when exhaustion started to weigh in, fighting the oncoming yawns and eye strain. Loki watched as you rubbed your eyes, trying to shake the need for rest. "Go lie down for a bit," he offered. "I can handle this for a few hours."

He noticed the hesitation. This mission was your baby. It was important. You continued to type up notes, another yawn, eyes straining. Your fingers stilled when the warmth of his palm rested on your wrist. He wasn't one to touch you often, and the sudden contact was a jolt to your senses.

"You need your energy for tomorrow." He spoke your name and your eyes traveled from where his hand stilled, up to his own eyes lingering above. The silence was palpable. Swallowing, you nodded and stood, only allowing an inch of space in front of him. His questioning gaze turned your stomach in knots and a nervous, tired smile crept up your face, giving a quiet thanks and slinking past him to the bedroom alone.

March 9

When it's dark and quiet and the world is still, my thoughts drift to you. It reminds me of that first night in Lichtenstein, laying in bed and you just on the other side of the closed door. Did you think about coming in that night?

I wasn't lying when I told you I hadn't found anyone that mattered enough. But I also hadn't felt someone look at me like you did. My body reacted in a way that wasn't normal. It made me confused. Uncomfortable. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed when you didn't come in that night. Instead, I was invaded by sunlight in the morning, well rested and ready for the green light to infiltrate that night.

It was a black tie event, which you took to with ease in a sharp suit and slicked hair. Even though you could dress with the flick of the wrist, you fiddled with your cufflinks when I emerged from the room, pausing to give a very obvious one-over.

And when I twirled around and asked what you thought, you gave me one word. "Ravishing." The choice of word wasn't lost on me.

Loki had turned, moving with a determined pace like a wild animal in hunt of prey. Frozen in place, his abrupt movement left you transfixed.

The crackling on your earpiece made you jump and Loki stilled, close enough to feel him near you, but not enough that he would step back. "Alright team," the voice in your earpiece said. "We are T-minus 30 for all positions in place. Do you copy? Over."

You quickly reached to your earpiece and copied, like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar. But Loki was much slower, enjoying how you almost squirmed under his gaze. "Copy," he said, his eyes never breaking yours, then to you, "Are you ready to play?"

The event, a charity ball for high profile elites and government officials, was held in a 13th century castle overlooking a lake. Ancient stone walls, moss covered bridges, candle lit chandeliers–if you weren't on a mission, you'd think this was quite a romantic night.

The mission was complex–accessing an official's credentials via their fingerprint and facial recognition, Loki would need to get in close to the subject before he'd be able to use his magic to mimic. After bypassing security, you'd access a main database on the locations of children who were kidnapped and currently being prodded and tested into becoming super soldiers.

A glass of red wine held, you mingled through the crowd with Loki by your side, speaking under your breath before taking a sip. "Mr. X just rounded the corner of the north pillar. You have your eyes on him?"

"On him. Give me two minutes."

You resisted the urge to comment on the amount of time he needed, it was too obvious. Taking a last sip of wine, you slipped through the crowd, down a hallway as Loki spoke into your earpiece. "Got it. Ready?"

You turned a corner and there he was, no longer Loki, but Mr. X, leading the way to an upper room, the door secured by an intricate security system that he unlocked swiftly with a retina and fingerprint scanner. Inside was a vault. You methodically turned the dial, listening to the clicks of the internal locking system. When a portal door emerged, Loki pulled a key from his pocket dimension and presented it to you. "Would you like to do the honors?"

The key slipped in, turning until the door released. Your heart palpitated when the door opened, knowing you were one step closer. Loki grabbed the flash drives, the hard drives, the papers, stuffed into the inside breast jacket pocket. It was difficult to hide your smile, that feeling of accomplishment, and then your attention pulled toward the shouts and footfalls coming toward you.

"Shit," you mumbled, feeling naked without your katana by your side, but it was hard to hide a 28 inch blade within the form hugging dress.

Rushing out of the vault, you followed behind as Loki turned to the left away from the commotion, trying every door down the hall, but they were all locked. Another corner, another hallway, down a stairwell, through the door and back to the crowded party. Your steps slowed while weaving through the crowd, keeping a low profile.

You grabbed a champagne flute, he grabbed your hand, going deeper into the room. He spun you to face him, pulled your hand up to his neck. The abrupt action startled you and he gave an entertained smirk.

"Smile darling, we're putting on a show," he whispered in your ear. Your lips turned up as your pulse raced. "Now, glance behind me and tell me how many there are."

You gave him the details, ten in all that you could spot and their exact locations. The two of you could handle them all fairly well, but any weapons they had might make it more difficult for you.

"Alright," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I want you to take this and head to the entrance. I'll be right behind you. If I notice you are drawing any attention, I'll divert them." He placed the smaller flashdrive in your palm and nudged you away. Head down, heart pounding, you counted the steps toward the exit. You could make it in two minutes. Right, left, right, left. Your eyes went up to two security guards on your right, neither looking at you. It was working, you'd be able to slip by. Sixty seconds. A security guard leaned to listen into their shouldered mic, and then his eyes looked up directly at you. You bent your head back down, turning slightly to glance behind you. Where did he go?

The security guard took a step forward in your direction at a determined pace. And then, behind you, commotion, a glass breaking, a woman screaming, the security guard running right past you, and you were 30 seconds to the exit. You'd make it out. Loki would be fine, he was a god you reminded yourself, he could take care of himself. And yet–fifteen seconds–you turned back and saw him fighting so many of them all at once. You had not been trained to slink away in the shadows to leave a teammate behind, it wasn't who you were.

Loki had dragged the flight out to the balcony overlooking the vast icy lake. He'd pulled his daggers from his pocket dimension, a wicked smile on his face as he fought off the pathetic mortals. They were no match for him. But behind him, you saw one with a baton and a taser at the end. Turn around Loki, watch your back. He was too focused on the three in front of him. Your legs took action before your brain could process, sprinting outside. Lurching at the larger man in a moment and wrapping your legs around his neck, he flipped to the ground with a hard thud. Loki turned to see you hit the ground, his jaw clenched. "What? I can't let you have all the fun."

He grasped you by the arm to help you up. "I recall telling you to go."

You grabbed the baton from the downed man and smiled up at Loki. "Guess I'm a bad listener."

He huffed, turning to fight two men in front of him, while you used the baton like your katana, knocking three men out while Loki easily handled himself, and you smiled to yourself. For some reason you and he made a good team.

Loki turned, feeling your eyes on him, and then a look of panic washed over him as Mr. X stood behind you, gun pointing at your head.

"Enough of this! Drop your weapons." His voice was authoritative. "Now!"

You dropped the baton, giving a small nod to Loki as the daggers clattered to the ground. "On your knees."

Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance, a guard shoving him to the ground. "You too little missy."

Hands by your head, you turned slightly to look back at the man holding the pistol at your temple, sizing him up. He was tall and wiry, he knew how to handle a gun, but not as well as you. In seconds, your hands were on his, first making him drop the gun to the ground, second to flip your body onto his. His balance lost in the surprise commotion, he flailed in an attempt to get you off of him, going toward the balcony railing to fling you off. But if you were going over, he was coming with you. The last thing you heard before your body hit the icy waters below was your name from Loki's lips.

[sugarsweb]

Tsumugi Aoba x Fem!Reader

ALL OVER YOU. Fluffy body worshipping? Fluffy body worshipping. (Originally posted Sep 30th)

Contains : Fem!Reader, body worship, soft smut, not proofread.

Word Count : 1.3k

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

The first time you suggested to your boyfriend that you wanted to take things further, he nearly passed out and you were worried his brain had fried then and there. You had dropped hints beforehand, but Tsumugi never understood things unless you told him them straightforwardly. 

That brought you to this moment. 

Tsumugi’s shaky hands fumble to lift your shirt, and you can see his already-red face somehow turn darker once he sees your skin exposed. You raise your arms and he fully takes it off. Surprisingly, he doesn’t faint at the sight of the lacey bra you chose for this specific occasion; had you been planning this all this time?! He shakes the thought out his head, focusing back on you. 

You’re resting at the head of your bed, back pressed against the bed frame, waiting for your boyfriend to say something, anything, really. His silence makes you shift nervously - did he not like the lacey set you chose for him? It’s his favourite colour! You try not to assume he doesn’t like your body, but your insecurities don’t even get a chance to rear their head at you as Tsumugi delicately places a hand on your cheek, the other on your thigh. 

His cheeks are flushed, and the shy smile on his face is shaky, but genuine. You can nearly see his eyes forming into hearts by the way he’s looking at you, and it’s your turn to feel your body warm up. 

“You look gorgeous,” he says quietly, and he leans in to brush his lips against yours. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” 

Tsumugi softly presses his lips against yours, the two of you smiling into the loving kiss. He pulls away after a moment, and you’re ready to take the rest of your clothes off, but then you check again-

“You’re sure you want to do this?” You ask him. 

He seems surprised that you’re asking again (you’ve asked him a total of five times), but your consideration makes him let out a breathy laugh. 

“Yes, I’m sure, as nervous as I am…” He trails off at the end of his sentence, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, but you smile. “Are you?” 

“Yes, I am. I’m gonna take my pants off now, okay?” Tsumugi nods, and he turns away to get rid of his clothes too. 

After shedding himself of his clothing besides his boxers, he looks back at you and nearly falls off the bed seeing your naked body on display for him - he already knew you were beautiful, however, this was the first time he saw all of you, and he was absolutely blown away. 

He crawls back on the bed, going to position you underneath him, but you hold your hand out, pressing it against his chest. 

“Lay down, let me do this for you.” You say, the same gentle smile from earlier still playing on your lips. 

Your boyfriend nods, laying down on his back comfortably, the fluffy pillows holding his head perfectly while you straddle him, sitting down on his lap. His hands grab your waist, stroking the soft skin as he looks up to you in practical awe. 

Tsumugi can’t help it - he lifts his torso so he can press against you, his lips tenderly pressing against your collarbone to litter kisses all over it, his hands massaging your waist as he presses you closer to him. You laugh softly, your own hands coming up to run through his luscious hair; the feeling makes him moan softly, his tense body relaxing against you. 

“So beautiful…” He mumbles, pressing his hot face into your chest. 

He starts to get more desperate for even more contact, bucking his hips into you, his hands tightening their grip to subtly move you against his clothed dick. Your body shivers in the subtle pleasure the movement gives you, and you’re feeling impatient as well - you reach a hand down to tug at his boxers in a silent question, and Tsumugi nods in reply. 

You move off of him so he can properly take the last of his clothing off, you reposition yourself back on top, and you’re met with the sight of his hard cock, tip flushed and leaking precum. 

Your lover helps stabilise you so you can slowly insert his dick in you, and he whimpers at the feeling of your wet walls wrapping around him perfectly. He’s halfway in you before you have to stop, trying to accommodate to his size - you’re embarrassed by it, feeling dumb for not being able to take it all at once. Tsumugi, ever the observant man he is, notices and immediately one of his hands finds its place on your face once more, comfortingly stroking it. 

“You’re doing so well, princess.” His voice soothes you, and he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Taking me so well, you look so pretty doing it.”

Tsumugi has no clue where his sudden confidence came from, but he knows he wants you to know how gorgeous you are to him. You look like an absolute angel to him, your messy hair framing your face perfectly. He thinks to himself that he could look at you for the rest of his life and never get bored. 

You finally settle down all the way, your ass pressing against the top of his thighs, and he sucks in a breath feeling you completely wrapped around him - it feels so good, so perfect. 

“Shit, that feels good…” You moan out, Tsumugi filling you up like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 

You start moving your hips back and forth, leaning back on one hand to get a better leverage - your thighs quake from the effort, but it feels so good that you keep going. 

Meanwhile, your boyfriend is enthralled by the view in front of him; you look heavenly. Your mouth is slightly agape as you pant out, soft moans of his name coming from your lips. Your eyes are nearly completely closed as you get lost in the pleasure, and Tsumugi’s eyes trail down to where you’re connected, his face feeling like it’s on fire again. 

You just look so beautiful taking him like this - he’s obsessed with the feeling you and your cunt give him, he can’t believe you didn’t do this together sooner. If he knew he could be worshipping you this way sooner, he would’ve done it the first day he met you. 

Tsumugi can feel you approaching your end; your walls grip him in a vice as your moans and pleas get louder, his name tumbling from your lips more frequently. One hand trails to cup your ass, the other still resting on your face. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and without thinking, you take it in your mouth, sucking lightly on it - and just like that, he’s gone. 

He comes inside of you with a moan of your name, and the feeling of him emptying himself inside of you sets off your own orgasm - light tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure as you gush around his cock.

After calming down, you gently pull yourself off of Tsumugi, coming to lay down on your side next to him. He turns to look at you, and his arm comes to wrap around your waist to pull you close to him. He buries his face in your head, leaving a kiss on the top of it as he gets lost in the comfort of your presence. 

“I love you so much.” He says into the quiet of your shared room. 

After a minute of silence, he wonders if he’s done something wrong - one quick look at you and he sees you’re absolutely passed out from exhaustion. Your lips are parted as you snore softly, and Tsumugi lets out a quiet laugh. Even as a sweaty, tired mess, you still look as beautiful as ever to him.

[nightly-ruse]

Hehe new sona character. Olive the cat

-He is just a big fluffy cat with luscious hair and lots of plants. She is bigger then a normal cat and spends most of their time alone just making things

-She has some goggles she just found one day. Yes they do have eyes no you cannot see them. In the middle of their teeth is a gap

-Flowers are poppies, chaste tree, and a lisianthus flower

-He is genderfluid using she/he/they, aroace. Loves music and is a very chattery cat, though talking with others is a bit of a problem for them. She is a big researcher especially on birds, other feline species, moths, and plants.

(ID- Olive is a very messy furred brown cat with a few scars and lots of plants. He is standing to the left with their head looking to the right and tail slightly above the ground. Hair covers her eyed with two pieces up to slightly resemble horns, long fur on the back of their legs and thick mane of fur. She is dull brown with lighter fur on their belly, chest, chin, nose, mane, and back of his front legs. Darker brown is on her hair, ears, front paws, back back of their front legs, tail, and back of his hind legs. Light brown streaks through her fur mostly on his tail, back, and front hair. Leaves dots their pelt, poppies, chastetree flowers, and lisianthus flowers. Scars are on his neck, front leg, and belly with both their ears chipped. Red tinted glasses are on his head with pink lenses and a darker band keeping it together. At the top right is the colors used and the faint signature “Nightly Ruse” over her side. End ID)

[bmbochangetales]

Hi, I've been patiently on hold now. Long time listener. Its a bit of a stretch, but could I request "LIKEY" from TWICE? My 30 year old Asian-American wife is working around the clock over the holidays to finish a project with a bunch of her male coworkers, and hearing this on the radio would be a nice way for her to relax and hopefully destress for a bit!

“A trip to Korea for a little Twice. Here is “Likey””

Finally! It was your request. It felt like you had been waiting for months. The song played out. You really hoped your wife enjoyed the song. She had been working so hard. The catchy tune soon filled your ears.

Fluttering heart me likey Me likey likey likey Me likey likey likey Pit-a-pat Pit-a-pat (Heart Heart) Me likey Me likey likey likey Me likey likey likey Pit-a-pat Pit-a-pat

[Verse 1] Keep wanting to show it all again and again Every single little thing Inside the small screen, I wanna be the prettiest Yet still, I hide my feelings deep inside It takes so much effort to get the perfect look But it is something I can never give up Makes my heart beat every day, It's something you must never know Then I go on pretending [Pre-Chorus] BB cream pa-pa-pa, put on some lipstick mam-mam-ma Pose for the camera, aren't I pretty When you see this, make a smile and press hard On that cute red heart heart down there

Suddenly, you realized, you had understood the Korean words perfectly. You struggled before to learn anything even at you wife's insistence. You couldn't help but do a cute little dance to the pop tune, jumping around like a girl.

You begin to shrink in height and build, becoming increasingly slender and short. Your whole house seemed so much larger now. You look so cute and petite now as you wiggle your hips.

Your hair quickly streaks into a gorgeous deep, rich black tone. It begins to grow long and luscious. Your eyes become copies of your wife. You look like she did at 21, like her cute younger sister now. You decide to go to her vanity and just perfectly know how to apply make up so you enhance your pillowy pout with lipstick and have a thin line between cute and sexy.

The song echoed in the halls as your clothes changed to a tiny mini skirt and a matching crop top. A modestly enhanced butt puffed underneath the swirling skirt. The crop top stretched to cover bouncy little d cups. Definitely not natural for you, but nothing obscene.

You can still feel your cock dangling between your legs but you looked like a beautiful young woman now. It made you hot to think about how happy your wife would be to see you here waiting to please her.

Your poor unni! She worked so hard. You should go find her actually. You skipped around the hallways listening for the clicking and clacking of her busy computer work. As you followed the sound, your mind felt fluffy and pink asd you walked towards her.

Inside the room, you opened the door to her sitting in a leather business suit. Her coworkers were in different positions around the room, obeying her orders, hoping to please her by completing any and every task she assigned.

She noticed you as you bounced towards her puffing out your cheeks into a cute face, begging for her attention.

“Let’s turn that aegyo to some ahegao!” She smirked at you as she pressed you back into bed. She goes under your skirt finding your cock still there all though much smaller. She begins stroking when you say.

“Me likey me likey likey likey” you moan in a high pitch voice.

"I do too, and I am sure my coworkers will too cutie"

[mrsmiagreer]

The slight discourse about race hc’s in the community has made me wanna put all my hc races of my favorite boys and their listeners

Warning!! I am black myself and these are just descriptions of what I see in my head based off of how the voices sound and what other people’s hc have made me see

David is white. He’s born tan though, Him and his dad are both on the darker side of white.

Angel is half white half black. So they’re fairly lightskinned.

Asher might be white and hispanic. I could see him whining “¿Por Que Mamiii?” whe his mom tells him to do something.

Baabe is black. Like big Afro and dark skin black.

Milo is black and Italian (And Irish). Colm is Italian so his skin is fairly light and his hair is really just fluffy and straight. Marie is a cute 5’0 darkskinned mama with 4a hair. So Milo is a good shade darker than caramel macchiato and his hair isn’t super thick, but instead super curly (when it gets wet it turns really straight and slick)

Sweetheart is black and mexican. They’re darker than angel but lighter than Milo. Their hair can get really thick when it’s dry but their curls loosen a lot when their hair is wet.

Sam is around the same shade as david, maybe a little lighter. I think that Sam’s parents were also on the darker side of caucasian and I’m a strong believer that Sam LOOOOVED the sun while he was a human. Being a vampire just turned him pale because of the whole sun thing.

Darlin’ is darkskinned. A good percent of their family from both mom and dad’s side is from Georgia. Big Hair, much like Baaabe’s but down their back.

Gavin is….I cant decide if i want him to be a hot pink-ish guy or if i want him to be a darkskin guy with dreads. (Demons do come in all sorts of colors shapes forms and sizes so it could work either way)

FL is my shade. Just african american. Super curly hair and always keeps their hair in a back puff so it’s out of their face. Around this color

Damien is white and japanese. I just know his skin is flawless. Hair grows ridiculously fast.

Huxley is either Samoan & white or black. Now there’s a few possibilities for Hux…

He has a buzz cut so that when he lays on the ground he can be “Closer to Earth”

If not a buzzer, it’s the most luscious curly/wavy and bouncy hair LITERALLY EVER.

If he’s black, he used to cut his hair off a lot because his hair got annoying to tame but decided to loc it up because he thinks locs are “sick”

Lasko is just white in my head. Brown fluffy hair and freckles white.

Guy is kinda tan white. Not as near as dark as David but a little darker than Lasko. I actually think Guy’s hair is kinda curly (it’s a pain to put that hair net on)

Honey is just white. I would say spicy white but they’re more like “black washed white” like “Grew up in the hood” white.

Blake is super white. Greenish blue eyes, black straight fluffy hair.

Bestie is black. A little heat damage because high school’s beauty standard is destructive, but very curly hair down to their shoulders.

Avior…I wanna say he’s grey. This pretty shade of grey that makes him look a little off white, but his hair and features fit his skin so well. He’s just a glittery guy.

Starlight is African american too. Really just like Bestie but with longer hair.

Vincent is sooooo white. I mean obviously bc of the vampire thing. But no fr he’s basically the color white. Black hair though.

Lovely is ALSO pretty white. Dark brown long straight hair and literally turns THEE color red when you embarrass them.

[doodleb0b]

The creature watched as the little girl scurried into her room, a common sight. Yelling was heard in the room over, vulgar words and things breaking as the couple argued.

The little girls eyes were a light green and her hair was a pretty blonde, but it was knotted and frizzy. She hasn't brushed it in forever, and that confused him. He thought humans did that every day?

The little girl looked no older than 8, and she struggled to find a place to hide as her parents continued to scream and argue in the kitchen.

The creature watched her with curiosity as she frantically tried to fit herself in her crowded closet. She's not going to fit with all those toys.

The creature watched as the girl looked towards the bed and crawled under it. Her eyes widened at the sight of him.

He was big for something that fit under the bed so easily, and his eyes glowed as red as an ember. He had jagged teeth in multiple rows, and his claws looked like kitchen knives spouting from his fingers. His skin was fluffy, luscious black fur, but it didn't take away from the frightening look he had.

The little girl didn't seem to care though, to her he just looked like a fluffy puppy who needed his nails trimmed. She hastily cuddled up to him as tears stung her eyes. He was so confused. Most humans were scared of him, so why not her? And why was she crying?

He decided to cuddle up to her, too. The couple fighting was scary, he had to admit, so he could definitely use some soothing too.