#I LOVE YOU BOTH SM I'M SQUEEZING YOU SO TIGHTLY

[teddybeartoji]

THANK YOU KAIRO AND THANK YOU @mizzfizz FOR TAGGING MEEE<333333333 I PRESENT TO YOUUU ITTY BITTY MICKEY AND ??? MICKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It is my birthday in 2 days and as someone who is *ahem* maybe a little to old to still be on tumblr, I thought I’d make a lil tag game, I love lil picrews and it’s fun way to “face reveal” without showing my face

So as i reminisce over my bdays I made a side by side of how I looked 10 years ago vs now (and by god do I feel old)

Me in my teenage years vs me in my twenties.

From emo kid to weird goth mortician….

Link to Picrew but feel free to use whichever one you want or draw one yourself!

Feel free to add yours and don’t feel obligated if you get tagged

@pavlovianfuckery

@careless-with-your-heart

[qtboni]

hai bonni <33 this is my first reqs 4u and im sry in advance if it's kinda of cringe 😭 (i came here from yr simon fic btw nd i luv ur writinggg) wht do u think abt simon being tired as hell coming back home from his mission and literally melts into reader's arms?

HELLO DEAR ANON ! thanks for requesting and no, it's not cringe dw i LOVE it. also ty for loving my writing that literally made my day sm >< enjoy this!

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon melting into your arms after a rough day at work <//3

C/W: Entirely fluff + kisses

Simon had a long day at work and was feeling tired and stressed. He started his car and drove home, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw you standing on the porch, waiting for him.

You smiled and walked towards him, your arms outstretched. Simon stumbled out of his car and into your arms, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He felt the tension in his body melt away as you held him close, your warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Welcome home, Simon," you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

"Thanks." Simon replied, wrapping his arms around you and taking a deep breath.

The warmth of your body against his, your breathing against his ear, all of it was like a balm for his soul. He let go of the tension in his muscles and let himself melt into you. Your warmth and love surrounded him, making him feel safe and protected.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling you hug him tightly.

"I missed you," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Si'," you replied, your voice full of love.

For a moment, nothing else mattered but your embrace and the love that you shared. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.

"Hey," you said, leading him towards the house. "Let's go inside, okay?"

You helped him inside, guiding him to the couch, where you could hear him release another deep sigh.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. "Food? Um, what about some tea? I think that will help you loosen u-"

Simon reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. "Just you being here is enough, love." he replied.

"I'm always here for you, Simon," you said, giving his hand a squeeze back.

You leaned into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss against his stubble-roughened cheek. The gesture was gentle, yet full of meaning. Simon felt a warmth spreading from his cheek to the rest of his body, your love surrounding him like a blanket.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment, letting himself be fully present in your embrace. He could hear your heartbeat against his chest, and the sensation was soothing and calming.

You reached out and pulled his balaclava up, revealing his mouth. A quick peck and his face lit up with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

You watched as he became more and more beaming, his mouth turning into a grin as you removed the balaclava. "There he is," you said softly, your voice filled with affection. You giggled, teasing him as you added, "My little baby soldier."

Simon's eyes were fixed on you, filled with a sense of pure adoration and love. He was grateful to have someone who accepted him for who he was, especially coming home from a long and difficult mission.

"Baby soldier?" He asked.

"Yeah, well, aren't you one, my love?"

"I am so not a baby soldier."

"Oh, damn you're right." You replied with faux surprise. You leaned into him, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together.

Then you added, whispering as you do so, "You're my little baby lieutenant, aren't you, Si'?"

You feel Simon inhale and see him averting his gaze. You giggled at him and kissed both of his cheeks.

Simon cannot bring himself to retort any longer as he completely melts into your kisses and embrace. If you said he's a little baby lieutenant, then for god's sake, he is.

It was a moment of pure serenity, of pure love. And Simon knew that he would always cherish it, a beacon of solace in the midst of the chaos of the world.

And then, as if driven by an instinctive need to express the depth of his emotions, he pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, his touch firm and passionate.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. But there was no question about the sincerity of his words, the longing in his eyes as he looked at you. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"I love you too," you replied, your own voice just as genuine. And with those words, Simon knew that everything was going to be alright.

[janitorhutcherson]

i'm totally NOT touch starved so IM TOTALLY NOT asking for peeta mellark and touch starved reader... totally NOT. (i love your writing sm ☺️)

i am FINALLY giving the people what they want!! i know this isn't a whole fic/imagine but instead headcanons, BUT! it is finally peeta. i promise there will be more peeta content in the future. im working my way through the movies again and im about to reread the books, i want to be accurate about his portrayal so y'all feel like its more realistic, but here is a lil taste of what is to come! i rly hope you enjoy <3 btw!! this takes place after EVERYTHING in the books. ur basically katiness.

• Peeta is a huge softy, he's cuddly, loving, affectionate, and definitely touch starved himself. He's the type of guy to mostly have his own contact with you in some way. Sometimes he will grip onto your arm, he'll have his arm around your shoulder or your waist, or even just grip onto your shirt. When you're sitting on the couch, he opts to sit hip to hip even when the entirety of the couch is empty. When you're not cuddling in bed, you're facing opposite sides, sleeping butt-to-butt. Even with that being said, sometimes Peeta needed some space, his own bubble. You, however, did not love that.

• This is exactly why it was somewhat difficult for Peeta to understand touchstarved!reader. Regardless of how close you were, you needed more. Anytime you're walking in the district, rather it's to pick up some ingredients for the bakery or simply a leisurely walk, if he opted not to hold on to you in some way, you'd freak a little. You'd grip onto his hand, either squeezing it in yours or holding onto his larger fingers.

• Whenever dishes were being done or chores were tended to, you would wrap your arms around his waist from behind or follow him at the heel. You were desperate for his attention, his affection, his touch. Without it, you felt cold and disconnected. His touch pleased the ache that prickled against your skin from years of desperately wanting to be held.

• At night, you'd squeeze up under his arm. Your head would be tucked into his armpit, your arms wrapped around him as you tugged him close, closing your eyes and taking in his smell. When you'd fall asleep facing away from each other, Peeta wouldn't even notice you flip over to face him once he was fast asleep, curling up against him, squeezing him tightly like your life depended on it.

• In all honesty? It felt like your life did depend on it. You were a tribute alongside with Peeta, you'd both been through hell and back together. You had nightmares and he was the only one that could ground them. Part of your touch starved desperation came from the times you were alone, afraid, for yourself, for your lover. It was difficult.

• A lot of nights Peeta would ensure he'd hold you close, all too aware that he was the cure to your nightly insanity. This made you feel better, softer, warmer. On days when you were simply cuddling in bed together, you felt like you couldn't get enough. Your legs would be tangled with his, your foreheads touching, arms wrapped around one another. But nothing felt good enough. In instances like these, you would climb into his shirt, sticking your head through the hole for his own head, one that was stretched out from the many times you'd done this, one he specifically designated as his lounge shirt for this reason. Other times you would both strip your clothes off, cuddling skin to skin while Peeta would stroke your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

• All in all, Peeta is a gentle and caring lover, understanding of your needs. He'd do his best to meet them, even when it meant staying glued to your hip. He loved you, the history you two had, the stuff you'd been through, and he'd do anything to ensure your happiness and your safety. After all, you were who saved him, who kept him grounded as well, the love of his life... but, his thoughts are for another story.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Reflection

SM!Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda wanted you to watch how cute you look when getting fucked

CW: mirror sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mommy kink, belly bulge, orgasms, enchanted strap

Wanda's hands delicately dance up and down the curve of your hip, chin tucked into your neck. "Baby, don't you see how beautiful you are?" she whispered into your ear, her warm breath sending goosebumps up your arm.

The two of you stand in front of a body mirror, fairy lights dangling down the corners of it. You're naked, heat wafting over your trembling flesh. Wanda stands directly behind you, caressing your curves, her strap slowly pumping in and out of your plush thighs.

"I-I do," you rasp, voice shaking. Wanda smirks from the tone of your voice and she begins to pepper kisses against your shoulder, her hands sneaking up to grope your breasts.

"Mommy loves how you shake," she whispered huskily, pinching and twisting your nipples.

Her fat strap brushes against your wet folds, eliciting a sinful moan from your pretty lips.

"You want mommy to fuck you, don't you, baby?" she asked, hands slowly massaging your breasts. The languid movements of slender hands squeezing your mounds sends tingles down your body, fluttering slit gushing out sweet essence. "Mmm, answer mommy, baby, or does mommy need to bend you over her knee and have you watch as I spank you?"

A shiver trails down your spine. "Mommy, I-I need your cock," you plead pathetically, rubbing your sopping wet cunt against her cock.

Wanda lets out a low moan, her hands squeezing your breasts. "Naughty baby," she chides lowly into your ear, her thumbs rubbing circles against your perky buds. "Are you mommy's dirty girl?"

Your tongue darts out to dampen your lips, a gasp emitting from your mouth. "I'm a dirty girl, mommy. I'm your dirty girl."

Her lips find your neck and she sucks, causing you to let out a whine. The suction of her red lips sends the heat in your stomach to a flurry and you arch against her, thighs squeezing her fat cock tightly. She groans from the action, taking both nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and pulling them away from your breast, to which she then releases and you watch as they bounce back into your mounds.

"You're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" she murmured against your neck, her fingers grasping your jaw and tilting your head to the side to stare at the fresh hickey she left behind. Her half-lidded eyes stare at the hickey momentarily before shifting her gazes to yours in the mirror, smiling at your flushed expression.

"Yes, mommy," you respond, gulping. "P-Please, mommy, I've been so good for you." You wrap your hand around her wrist and bring her hand down to your leaking cunt, massaging it against your folds. "S-See, mommy? I'm so wet."

Wanda shifts on her feet and her hand cups your cunt, squeezing it. You let out a shuddering gasp, whimpering when her thumb taps against your throbbing clit.

"Mommy has such a dirty dirty girl," she purrs into your ear. She opens your lips, your slit leaking onto her cock. "Does my dirty little girl want to be fucked? Hm? Are you really horny, baby?"

"Please!" you beg, especially when her finger teases over your hole. She lightly rubs it back and forth, her finger coated in your juices. "Mommy, please, please fuck me! I need mommy's cock so bad!"

Wanda brings her finger to her mouth and sucks, humming in delight. "So good," she said, licking her lips. Both of her hands find your hips and pulls you against her, a dip in your back. She angles her own and her tip slips between your folds and pokes your hole. So close yet so damn far. "You want mommy's cock that badly, baby?"

"Yes! Yes!" you cry out, attempting to push yourself down against her cock, but she holds you firmly in place. "Mommy, mommy please! Don't tease me!" You see her expression in the mirror. The cool look on her face while your expression is desperate, pathetic even. "Please, mommy please I've been good!"

"I'll fuck you, baby, but first I want you to stare at yourself in the mirror. Go ahead, look." You make eye contact with yourself, brows curled upwards, eyes full of desire, lips parted to let out gasps. "Good girl. Now, stay like that while I fuck you, okay? If you look away, I stop. Got it?"

"Y-Yes, mommy," you whimpered, eyes focused solely on yourself.

Wanda kisses you cheek. "That's my good girl." With ease your cock slips into your velvet heat with a loud squelch. You let out a gasp, hands finding purchase in her forearms.

Wanda groans softly from the warmth of your cunt. The way your gummy walls clench around her massive cock, your wetness coating your shaft. She sheaths her cock deep into your pussy, bottoming out. No matter how many times she fucks you with her favorite strap, you'll always feel full, walls struggling to accommodate her size.

The urge to roll your eyes back and drop your head against Wanda's shoulders is strong, but you fight against it, focusing on yourself in the mirror. Disobeying Wanda meant not getting fucked and that meant no cumming.

Wanda rolls her hips, allowing you to adjust to her size. You stare at the bulge in your lower stomach, shuddering out gasps. You watch as your essence leaks out of your stretched out cunt and coats your thighs. Her hands have a bruising like grip on your hips, and you can tell she's struggling not to shove you against the mirror and pound your pussy into complete and utter oblivion.

"You're so wet for mommy," she moans, voice thick with desire. Her green eyes stare at you through the mirror, and you see the hunger in them. "How does mommy's cock feel, baby? Your poor pussy can't handle it?"

"Mommy, I love it," you pant, purposely squeezing your walls around her cock. "I love mommy's cock inside of me."

Wanda smiles against the side of your face, her tongue darting out to lick sweat off your cheek. "You're mommy's good girl, aren't you, baby?"

"I am, mommy, I am."

"Remember that, baby, because I'm about to fuck you like you're not."

Now that you're fully adjusted to her size, Wanda begins to thrust into you at a steady pace. Pleasure wracks through your body and a squeal emits from your throat. You watch your body as it bounces on Wanda's cock, breasts following suit. Wanda has her face pressed into your shoulder, losing herself in the warmth and wetness of your pussy.

Her girthy cock drags against your gummy walls, the tip kissing your cervix. She angles her hips to fuck up into you, the bulge in your belly appearing and reappearing. Wet plaps echo in the room, mixed in with your lewd moans.

It's hard to focus on your body in the mirror. You want to close your eyes and drop your head, crying about how good Wanda fucks you. But you keep your eyes open, watching your body be pleasured by her. Your breasts bouncing up and down, the outline of her cock prominent in your lower belly, arousal sprinkling out of your pussy.

Now you full understood why Wanda wanted you to see yourself be fucked. The pure expression of ecstacy etched into your face: pretty mouth dropped open to let out sinful moans, brows knitted together, cheeks flushed, body used like a sex toy. Wanda always loved how you looked when getting fucked, and now you get to see what she sees.

Cream froths on Wanda's cock, which she fucks right back into your velvet heat. Your hole is stretched wide, wrapped tightly around her cock. Sinful, squelching emits from your puffy sex from Wanda's thrusts.

"Oh, baby, your pussy is so dirty," she chuckled, picking up the pace of her hips and pounding into you.

"M-Mommy!" you cried out, liquid fire coursing through your veins.

"Does mommy's cock feel good, baby?"

"Yes, mommy! Your cock feels so good!" you sob, nails digging into her arms.

"Are you mommy's dirty little slut?"

"Y-Yes! Yes, I'm mommy's dirty little slut!" you repeat, voice hoarse and raspy.

Wanda now grabs your wrists and pounds into your abused cunt, you leaning forward with a dip in your back.

"Don't look away!" she ordered, panting. "Keep watching yourself!"

Through your moans and the rocking of your body, you managed to keep an eye on yourself. Sweat beads along your firey flesh and rolls down, dripping onto the floor. Thick, gooey cream coats Wanda's cock. Your clit is erect and throbbing.

A coil tightens in your stomach, signaling you're close.

"Mommy! Mommy! I-I'm going to cum!" you cried out.

Wanda's grip on your wrists tighten, catching your eyes in the mirror. "Oh, yeah, baby? Are you telling mommy or asking?"

You whimper, biting down on your lip. One of the rules of being her sugar baby: no cumming without permission.

"M-Mommy, please, please can I cum?" you begged, her cock repeatedly hitting a sweet spot inside of you that sends stars to fill your vision.

Wanda is panting, as she's close herself. "Yes, baby, you can!"

A few more thrusts and the two of cum at the same time. Wanda's strap ejaculates deep into your womb and your pussy squirts all over the mirror and thighs.

You're given a few minutes to recover until Wanda is whispering in your ear, "Mommy isn't done with you yet, baby."

[chvnnie]

No cause now I'm thinking about dad Chan who loves his two little girls so much but is sooooo excited when he finds out they're finally having a boy 🫠

sigh. i fucking love dad chan sm.

His girls are his world. For years he’s worn the Girl Dad hat (metaphorically and literally, it’s his favorite cap to wear) proudly. From painting nails to braiding hair, tea parties to makeovers, there’s nothing he would ever want more in his life.

In his opinion, Chan has the best life. Two perfect girls, a wonderful partner, a job that fulfills him. It doesn’t get better than this.

Head on your lap, his eyes flutter shut as your fingers work through his curls. Softly massaging them after a long day of work and recitals and dance practice. He’s leaning into his comfort, head turning just a bit to the side to kiss your swelling belly.

“I wonder what she’ll be like.” He mumbles against your skin. “There’s such a gap between her and her sisters.”

You laugh softly. “Chan, we don’t know if it’s a girl or not.”

His eyes open, widely blinking at you. Really, he never considered the possibility of a boy. Girl Dad. That’s what his title has always been. “Right, but it probably will be.”

You shrug, hands softly moving down to cup his cheeks. “Maybe. But I have a different feeling than I did with the girls.”

That makes him sit up, head almost a little dizzy. The idea of having a son — it isn’t a bad feeling. He’s watch Changbin with his twins, Jeongin with his baby. They love their boys more than anything. Chan has always wondered what it feels like. Having more than just girls.

But then there’s Jisung, who is so obsessed with his daughter that he hardly leaves the house without her strapped to his chest. And Minho, who has literally threatened to kill all of them if they even so much as think of giving her a snack that wasn’t approved by him.

And Felix, who decided two kids was plenty. Who has his girl with freckles that mirror his own and his boy with a smile that’s brighter than the sun.

What’s it like, to have both?

“A boy.” Chan mumbles, mostly to himself. Hands spreading across your belly, tracing the stretch marks gently. You need lotion before bed. He’s got to be sure he remembers that. “How do you think the girls would feel?”

You grab your husband’s hands, squeezing them tight. Worries always fade at your touch.

“I think they’d love him more than we could ever understand.”

///

You always look so uncomfortable during an ultrasound. Head rolled against the exam table, eyes shut and face furrowed as the doctor squeezes the cool gel on your stomach. Without looking, your hand finds Chan’s. Squeezing it tightly.

“What have we decided?” The doctor makes light conversation, her hands working the gel across the lower part of your belly. “Do we want to know?”

This is when you look at Chan, blinking softly. You do. You don’t want to be surprised. He was the one who couldn’t decide, convinced the new baby was going to be a girl.

Girl Dad. Like he’s always been.

“Yeah.” The conversation from a few days ago is in the front of his mind. “Yeah, we want to know.”

Chan brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

It’s quiet as the doctor works, the sound of the heartbeat filling the tiny room. She hums to herself, a smile spreading when she finds the tiny baby. “Looks like they’re doing alright. Developing nicely.”

Relief washes over you, shoulders relaxing on the uncomfortable table. “That’s good.”

“What are you wanting?” The doctor asks, curiously looking at the two of you.

You answer quickly. “It doesn’t matter, really. But I’d like a boy.”

She nods before looking at your husband. “And you, dad?”

Girl Dad. What he always has been, and probably always will be.

Right?

“I—“ He looks down at you. You, who always seems to have a love filled gaze when you look at him. You, the best mother for his children that he could ever ask for. You, who makes the idea of not being exclusively a Girl Dad not so intimidating. “I’m not sure.”

His ears are ringing. Skin feels tight. The longer the doctor takes, the more nervous he’s getting. Chan doesn’t think it’s a bad nervous. A nervous that makes him want to throw up, or cry, or scream.

A nervous that fills his heart. A nervous that is welcomed.

“Congratulations.” The doctor turns the screen, letting you both take a peek. “Your first boy.”

It’s a boy.

A boy.

Chan’s eyes widen, steadily filling with tears. Bottom lip trembling. On the screen is a little bitty bean, floating around in your stomach. A tiny little bean, who isn’t the girl he was expecting. The girl he was waiting on.

God, his heart feels like it could explode it’s beating so fast. “A boy?” It comes out as a horse whisper.

You look up at Chan, tears already falling down tour face. “A boy.”

He loves his girls. They’re his world, his everything. Nothing could ever compare to the unwavering, earth shattering love he feels for them.

And now. Now he has this boy, who stops time. Who he knows nothing about, but is dying to see what he’s like. His son, his little tiny, perfect son.

A boy. He sinks to his knees next to you, lips quickly finding yours. Wet cheeks pressed against each other, emotions intertwined. The love that’s in this room is overwhelming, thick.

Everything.

[makeyoumine69]

Hi Lexiii and hear me out! You always cook with Patrick's pov, so listen: imagine having rough sex in his office? We're so down for him, we're so needy and soaking for him! I'mma scream if you do something with such plot and daddy kink and maybe make Patty show some love to our tits? Anyway, I'm sure you'll deliver! I love ya sm!🩷💖🤭🤭🤭

NSFW PROSE 1 (Patrick's POV)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: PWP, unprotected rough vaginal sex, nipple play, body worship, hair pulling, creampie, Daddy kink, minor degradation kink, dirty talk, pet names, dom!Patrick.

ᴀ/ɴ: Hello, thank you for your kind words and for sending me this request! I'm slowly working my way through all my WIPs, I hope to finish them all whenever I have the time!

Being stuck in the office late at night was the worst thing that could happen to me, but being stuck in there with you was a whole other story. 

When I pressed you against the door of my fancy office with your back to me, hiked up the hem of your dress and pushed my fingers into your mouth, you took them eagerly, almost hungrily. My lips then covered yours, craving your taste more than anything else in the world, and I heard you whimper into the kiss as I pressed you harder against the solid door.

"Daddy..." you begged as you heard me unzip my pants. "You're so hard...is it because of me?"

God, you wanted me so badly, even though you probably didn't know what you were asking for. Smirking, I just chuckled at first, but a little later I slipped the straps of your dress to reveal your full breasts and squeezed them with both of my hands—your tits fitting so perfectly into my large palms.

"A-ahhhh..." a muffled whimper escaped your swollen lips as you covered my hands on your breasts. "Are you gonna...f-fuck me?"

Your little nasty sounds drove me fucking crazy. So goddamn desperate—like you were begging with every breath. I grinned against you, I could feel your heart racing—your body pressed so tightly between me and the door... it's like I could feel every inch of you shivering. 

Shaking. Needing. Melting.

My hands tighten on your soft mounds, thumbs grazing over those perfectly hard nipples, eliciting another sweet moan from you. By this time you were practically pleading under your breath and I was loving it. Slowly, almost torturously, I pressed my hips against your ass, grinding just enough for you to feel how hard I was and fuck...you were so wet...I could sense the dampness even through the fabric of your panties.

"You want me to fuck you right here..." I growled, my hands slipping lower down your sides, gripping your hips with enough force to leave marks; your body arched instinctively. "You want me to fuck you until you can't even stand, sweetheart?"

Your breath hitched, then another muffled moan caressed my ears. I let my hand slide over the curve of your ass—leisurely pulling your dress up until it was bunched around your waist. You gasped as I moved your panties aside to feel all of you—directly, without barriers.

"So fucking soaked..." I grunted against your neck, my fingers trailing down your slippery slit—slowly at first—just to make you squirm even more. Damn, I could feel every reaction. Every trembling sigh. You were literally writhing now—pressing your ass back into me like you were starving for it. And I couldn't help the smug grin that spread across my face. The way you reacted to my every touch. "I'm gonna ruin you."

The second those filthy little sobbed whispers left your lips—"Please...Daddy...my pussy...hurts without you...inside..."—I lost control.

Aroused as hell, I didn't even bother to pull your panties down completely, I couldn't wait. Not with you like this, not with you moaning my fucking title like you forgot how to breathe without it. A little aggressively, I grabbed a fist full of your hair, yanking your back just enough so that your body arched perfectly against me, my free hand reaching for my zipper—the rasp of it loud, intimate, just like every fucking gasp you made.

"P-Patrick..." Your breathless stutter barely escaped your lips before I aligned myself with your tight little hole. You were dripping, shaking, and I hadn't even pushed all the way in yet. And I didn't even ask you how you felt, nor did I care to give you time to adjust.

I thrust into you—mercilessly and harshly.

Your cry was muffled by the door, your hand slipping up to brace itself as your entire body jerked forward from the impact. My grip on your hair tightened as I slammed into you again as hard as I could, owning every inch of you. You were almost screaming now—loud enough that I was sure the echoes would fill every corner of this business center, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered when your body responded to everything I did—every thrust, every inch of my fat cock brushing against your warm, tight walls. Without a second thought, I pressed my hips harder against your backside and buried myself deeper inside you. Fuck... you felt so good, so fucking good. And the way your cunt clung to me with every movement? 

Jesus.

I pulled back just enough to thrust into you again, deeper this time. Your cries were uncontrollable now—pure fucking pleasure spilling out of your throat like you couldn't even stop it. Each thrust sent your body forward—your breasts pressing against the cold door of my office. My hands gripped your hips harder, digging into your soft flesh, and I could feel you tightening around me with each passing second.

You were so fucking close.

"You like that, huh?" I growled into your ear before my teeth grazed the back of your neck as I rammed into you again—faster now. "You love being fucked like this... don't you?"

Your answer was almost a scream—desperate, high-pitched. "Yes! Oh God... please... don't stop... Daddy... please."

I lost it completely.

My rhythm faltered for a second as I buckled deeper, hammering into you until each thrust sent you over the edge. Teetering on the brink, you were trembling all over, your legs barely holding you up as I ravaged you from the inside out. Meanwhile, I could feel it building inside of me, too—the way your hot cunt cramped around my throbbing dick, the way you moaned my fucking title over and over...

I was right there, right fucking there.

My hands moved from your hips to your breasts again, squeezing them roughly as I pounded into you one last time, causing your entire body to tense, to fucking shatter into pieces—you let out a sharp yelp—your hands gripping the door like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

And then everything fell apart.

You came hard—your legs quivering, your pussy convulsing around my cock like it was trying to pull me deeper inside. And your gasps, damn, they were erratic and so fucking desperate. At that moment I could barely hold on, knowing that your body was a fucking mess beneath me, shaking violently as your orgasm tore through you, every nerve ending firing. And I... I couldn't take it anymore.

With my eyes closed, I thrust into you one last time, sinking deep into that perfect cunt before everything fucking crashed through me, my grip on your breasts tightening and my whole body tensing as I finally released inside you.

The whole world collapsed upon us.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my writing community to know when I update!💞

[miguelhugger2099]

Oh I love your writing so much! Ur really feeding us so much Miguel fic thank you for ur service 🫶❤️❤️❤️.

I'm just thinking about reader take Miguel to meet their mom and seeing Miguel n her bond with each other and maybe talk shit about his mom( I need Miguel to have a better mom like he deserve😭🙏🙏)

First Meeting

bro its so hard to find a gif of this man NOT frowning or beating miles up 😭 BUT thank u sm <3 hehe i try to feed yall and im glad im doing an okay job i love serving my community🫡 I really loved this request a little breather from smut lol but i hope i did okay! as always, i can write something different if you're not happy with it :'3

Miguel x Reader, Fluffy, A bit of angst, Word Count: 1,950

Miguel clutched your hand in his left hand, while his right gripped a small wrapped gift tightly. His eyes were glued to the front door and feet planted on the wooden floorboard of your mothers porch. He had stopped you just before ringing the doorbell by tugging on your hand. “Wait,” He breathed out. “Are…are we sure it’s today? Are you sure this gift is enough for her? Maybe I should’ve brought food instead…” He murmurs with a worried knit of his eyebrows making his stress lines appear deeper. You sigh through your nose with a soft smile. “You have nothing to worry about. Yes, it’s today and yes the gift is enough. My mom makes too much food anyway so it’s probably best if we didn’t have more.” You chuckle softly and cup his cheek. The warmth of your hand makes his eyes slip off the door and down towards your face. His eyes had softened but they still held worry in them. You knew about his own past, how he didn’t really have a positive parental role model–much less a mother. So, you believed all this worry came from the trauma of what she had done to him and now, he’s trying to seek the approval of another mom. He wants to be good enough and you’re one hundred percent sure he is. “She’ll love you.” You whisper gently, as if the idea itself would spook him. He sucks in a sharp breath and looks off to the side. “But what if she doesn’t?” He asks, looking down at the pretty red bow around the small box in his hand.

“She will,” You assure him. “You are so easy to love, Miggy. I know you’re afraid and that this is a big step for us, but just trust me.” Your thumb caresses his cheekbone. “I do trust you.” He mumbles and looks back down at you. “Good. Then you have nothing to worry about.” You lean up to kiss him and he meets you halfway, pecking your lips in a sweet and quick kiss. You pull away and smile up at him, his cheeks tinged a light hue of red at his vulnerability with you; he was still getting used to it. “Ready?” You ask him. He squeezes your hand tightly in his. “Yeah.” You squeeze his hand in return and then press the little button of your mothers doorbell. You hear the ringing from inside and you two wait patiently until your mom arrives. Miguel’s leg shakes nervously, his finger tapping the box. The door opens and Miguel stiffens into a straight posture. Your mother greets you two with a warm smile and a small cry of joy. “Oh my baby!” She yanks the open wide open and ushers you both inside. “Come in! Come in! It must be freezing!” You giggle and tug Miguel with you with him bending slightly so as to not bump his head coming in.

She turns to Miguel with a big smile after closing the door behind you. “And you must be Miguel! They’ve told me so much about you!” Miguel smiled wearily, unsure and a little terrified with how…welcoming she had been already. He pushes it aside and lets go of your hand to hold the box in his left hand to give your mother his right for a handshake. “Yes, Miguel O’Hara. It’s a pleasure to meet you, señora.” Your mother takes his hand and shakes it, her other hand on her cheek as she coos up at Miguel. “Oh, what a gentleman! Come, let me take your coat.” She holds out her hands as both you and Miguel slip your coats off your backs. Miguel shakes his head and politely declines. “Thank you but it’s alright. I can do it myself.” Your mother sputters and scoffs, waving away his concerns with her hand. “Nonsense! I insist. You’re in my home so you are a guest! Don’t be too gentlemanly.” She jokes at the end, taking his and your coat despite your protests. Miguel takes it harder than you, worrying that she might think he’s lazy and forcing her to be so kind but you loop your arm around his. “She’s like this. She likes doing this and I’ve tried to stop her.” You shrug with a knowing smile. “Don’t worry.” You remind him and kiss his cheek. “Well don’t just stand there! Dinner is just about done.” You hear her call from the kitchen. Miguel fiddles with the box, tossing it from hand to hand. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom really quick.” You tell Miguel, feeling him freeze subtly. You slip your arm from him and he stands awkwardly in the living room.

Miguel swallows the lump in his throat and sets the gift down by the table. He then walks over to the kitchen where your mom is and sees her collecting plates for all three of you. He walks beside her and taps her shoulder to not scare her, underestimating his giant footsteps. “I can help.” He shrinks his size as much as he can to not look as gigantic next to your mother. She brightens up at him. “Oh, you don’t have to but thank you.” She pats his muscular bicep.

“I know I don't, but I'd like to. You've done so much work tonight making a delicious dinner.” He says softly, taking two plates for you and him.

“Of course. I wanted to make a good impression on the man who captured my baby's heart. Especially when they're a real piece of work.” She tuts playfully, shaking her head and laughing to herself.

Miguel chuckles along with her, taking a spoon and scooping out some white rice for his plate. “They're not that bad.” He defends you with a small grin.

Your mother hoots out a laugh. “You weren't there in their teenage years!” She jams her own spoon into the rice cooker to scoop her own desired amount. “I love my children to death but oh, I could've used a break when they were fourteen. So many phases I couldn't keep up. I'm sure your own mother thought the same.”

Miguel smiles to himself, wondering and wishing he could've seen you during those years. He wonders if you two would have clicked. He thinks back to his own days as a teen. They weren't as nice as yours.

He remembers holding his baby brother rightly to his chest as his parents were fighting, making sure his ears were covered. He remembers the fights he had gotten into with his own mother and how he was always compared to his little brother. Everyday in that house was a screaming match–either with Miguel or between his parents.

He sighs heavily, the weight of the past pressing against his ribs. Your mother notices it instantly, growing worried she might have set something off.

You exit the bathroom after washing your hands and approach the kitchen after hearing their conversation. You stop and wait by the wall behind them when you hear Miguel talking again.

“Yeah, uh, my mother and I weren't really close so I wouldn't know.” He chuckles dryly, picking up some tongs and grabbing a bowl of pasta for you. He hopes he hasn't made it awkward.

Your mother stops making her plate and instead looks up at him with an expression he can't decipher. “Did you know her?” She asks.

Miguel nods, shrugging his shoulders up. “Yes, yeah, I did. She was–I just wasn't her favorite, is all.” He puts it lightly.

She juts her bottom lip out in a deep frown and huffs, already getting an idea of how his own mother treated him. “‘Favorites.’” She scoffs. “What bullshit. If you're a good parent, then there are no favorites.”

Miguel blinks at her sudden cursing before letting out a soft laugh. “I could've been better.” He says, feeling defensive strangely enough by blaming his mothers abuse on himself. “I mean she didn't go as far as hitting me yet but–”

Your mother loudly cuts through a large piece of steak, the pan slightly squeaking from the force of her knife moving to rip apart the meat. She mutters under her breath, anger simmering under her skin.

“I know I said teenage years were rough but none of that is ever your fault. Physical or not.” She picks up the slab of steak with a fork and places it on Miguel's plate. She knew he was a big eater via you.

“You were just a boy and anything that woman did to you doesn't deserve a moment of your thoughts.” She says firmly. “And if that woman is out of your life–is she out of your life?” She points a knife at him.

Miguel nods. “For the most part, yes ma'am.” 

The older woman tsks and returns back to Miguel's plate, picking up a tomato and slices thin pieces for him. “Well, if she ever comes back and pisses you off, you come straight here. You don't need all that negativity sucking out your happiness.”

Miguel smiles as your mother works, feeling warm that he has a home to lean back on. “Si, señora.”

“You come here with them too because they don't visit me often.” She nudges Miguel with her elbow, talking shit about you playfully.

You lift off the wall with a smirk, deciding now was the time to intervene. “I see you two have reached the stage of talking behind my back.” You pipe up, reaching between them to grab a slice of cucumber. Your mother smacks your hand, chitting you for touching the bowl. You laugh and feel Miguel take the hand your mother hit and he kisses the same spot with a teasing smile. You feel your heart flutter and look away shyly.

Your mother pretends not to notice and tries to reach for your plate but you take it before she can. “Alright, c'mon. Time to eat. I know this monumental man is hungry.” Your mother ushers all three of you back to the dining table.

She stops when she sees the small gift-wrapped box on the table. She picks it up curiously. “Is this yours?” She asked Miguel.

He nods and sits next to you after setting his plate down. “Well, it's really for you. I brought something for you.”

The woman sits right across from you two and lets out a small “aww”. 

“You shouldn't have.” She places it to the side. “Oh and we're about to eat.” She laughs, unsure of whether to open the gift or ignore it for food.

“Please, open it. Or don't. Whatever you like.” Miguel chuckles.

She opens the small gift anyway and inside is a simple yet elegant set of earrings and a necklace. Your mother gasps softly, placing a hand over her chest. “Oh, Miguel…” She murmurs, feeling touched that this young man had done everything for her approval when she loved him the moment you talked so fondly of him.  She looks up at him and his hopeful expression. Despite his stress lines and big muscular frame, her mother instincts saw a little boy with big brown eyes. She cups his cheek and pats it gently. “It’s beautiful.” Miguel smiles in relief, letting out a sigh he didn’t realize he was holding. In that moment, he wouldn’t mind this being his new family with you. He glances at you after your mom begins to pull the necklace out and you beam up at him. “I told you.” You whisper with a scrunch of your nose, teasing him. He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “I guess so.” He murmurs with an adoring look, kissing your temple.

A/N: i love making miguel cute and nervous i feel like we don't get to see that side often <3

[luvyeni]

just saw the thing you wrote for hook up!felix and that gave me an idea

could you write smth where lix and the reader are basically together (not officially but they only fuck with each other and everyone knows) and one night at a party, after they had a little fight, the reader is messing around flirting w other guys in front of felix so obviously he gets full of it and takes her somewhere else and they fight about it but with a very sexual tension in the air so things get veeery smutty and rough

i would appreciate it sm! love your work <3

NOT TOGETHER (YOU'RE MINE) ; LEE FELIX

pairings. hookup!felix x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. fingering, ass slapping, doggystyle, unprotected sex, marking,

i hope you like it !

after a fight with felix before a party, you decide to piss him off with

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"i told you not to worry about her , we aren't hooking up , i told you." you both walked up the steps of the party chan was throwing. "oh really ? why the fuck is she telling people that then felix im not stupid." you scoffed. "she's lying , besides why are you so jealous , we aren't together." he knocked on the door, you genuinely thought he was joking , since he was the one who lead you to believe you were.

"are you serious?" he was about to say something , when the door opened. "how's my favorite couple!" chan didn't notice the tension. "got it." you said , walking into the house. "what's going on with you guys?" he turned to felix. "nothing hyung, you know how she is , she's your sister." he made his way into the house.

he tried to follow after you , but you had already grabbed a drink , making your way out of the kitchen , walking past him. "are you serious?" he sighed , but you showed him no attention , going to dance with some friends.

you were dancing when someone came up behind you. "you look good." you turned recognizing the voice. "hi yeonjun , how are you?" you smiled. "i'm good , im good." his eyes were traveling down your figure , biting his lip. "why haven't you called me in a while?" he said. "busy." yeah busy with felix. "are you to busy to dance with me?" he asked ,you turned back to felix who was watching the scene play out in front of him. "no im not." you turned back to him.

felix was seeing red , biting the inside of his cheek , watching you dance too close to yeonjun. you two were whispering stuff in each other ear , laughing , and yeonjun's hands was dangerously close to your ass. "what's going on with you two?" han stood next to felix. "nothing." he cluthed his glass tightly , "nothing at all." he left the boy standing there , making his way over to you.

"＿ , can i speak to you." he stood right in front of you. "i'll go get you another drink." yeonjun walked away , and felix grabbed your hand , pulling you away. "felix ! let me go." you shrieked , but he annoyed you , dragging you up the stairs to the bathroom , closing the door behind you.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he said. "what do you mean?" he rolled his eyes , you were playing stupid. "don't play dumb , letting him touch you like that knowing- knowing what?" you stopped him. "that we're together? you made that clear we aren't so why are you so upset." you said , he huffed.

"exactly , so im gonna go back and dance." you went to reach for the door , but he spoke up. "you're acting like a bitch." you stopped turning around, your hand going straight across his face. "fuck you." you opened the door , but he slammed it , caging you in between him and the door. "you're not leaving out so stop it." you turned to face him ,you opened your mouth to say something , but his head came up to your throat.

"you done , you done actually like a brat?" you squirmed , but he grabbed your hip , stopping you from moving. "let me go." he squeezed tighter , you whimpered , he noticed , smirking. "is that what's wrong , you just need to be fucked." you scoffed. "that's you." your hand travelled to his pants , squeezing his cock. "how about you go fuck that girl , and let me get back to yeonjun." he had enough , smashing his lips into yours , pulling away , making his way to your neck.

"you're mine , i guess you haven't fully gotten that." he bit down , making you moan. "fu..fuck felix." he sucked a bunch of marks on your neck. his hand came up to your boob , squeezing it , before his hand , slipped into your pants , cupping your heat. "look at you , all fucking wet." he pushed your panties to the side , rubbing your clit. "fe..felix , please." you whined. "please touch me." he pushed two fingers into your hole.

"look at you clenching around me , you sure you want to go back out with yeonjun?" you shook your head , your head was against the door , as he fucked into your cunt. "clenching around my fingers like a slut , you're gonna cum?" you nodded frantically. "p..please let me cum." he pulled his fingers out , you whimpered at the loss. "no , please ,please." he smirked watching you beg.

"you're not cumming unless it's on my cock." he turned your body around , pushing you against the sink , pulling your pants down to your ankle , snacking your ass. "felix!" you yelped. "be quiet, im gonna fuck you." he slapped your ass again , unbuckling his pants , pushing his pants down , along with his underwear.

he pulled his cock out , slapping it against your ass. "i want to hear you scream." he lined his cock up with your aching hole. "want them to hear." he pushed into you , your mouth opening in a oh shape , as he seethed himself all the way inside you. "so fucking tight." he pulled out of you , slamming back in. "fe..felix , so so full."

he pushed your head down , as he fucked into you. "that's it -shit- take my cock , only i can fuck you like this , you think yeonjun or anyone else can fuck you like i can , make you cum the way i do." he grabbed your hair , pulling you against him. "fucking answer me!" he tugged at your hair. "no..no one can." you moaned out as he let you hair go , the only thing keeping your upperbody up was the sink as he roughly fucked into you.

"that's right , no one can -fuck- this pussy is mine , you understand?" you nodded , "sh..shit felix , im gonna cum!" you screamed. "shit- me too , hold it." he fucked into you faster , slapping your ass as he chased his high. "oh my god ! fe..felix i can't, i can't hold it." he reached down in front of you rubbing circles on your clit.

"shit, im gonna cum too, gonna let me cum inside you, keep in for the whole party." you were on the edge. "yes..please let me cum." tears running down your eyes. "shit , im cumming , go ahead and cum princess." your legs shook , as you came , clenching around him hard. "fuck!" he thrusted into your almost limp body , filling you up with his cum. "fuck take it." he stilled himself inside you , leaning down to kiss your shoulders , leaving a little mark there. "fuck , you felt so good." he pulled out of you , moving your panties back in place. "don't waste it." he said.

you guys got dressed against , but he didn't let you go , instead he pulled you into another makeout session , pulling away for air , his forehead pressed against yours.

"you're mines."

©️LUVYENI

[meowyn]

Linger

gender neutral reader, just some comfort set directly after chapter 11.

a/n - started to write this at 5am and it's now 7:30, god help me. this might be ooc & really short i'm sorry i've not actually posted something recent in years lololol but i love last legacy & felix sm so!!

felix didn't miss the way you clung to his side after his (and your) return from the hells, the two of you finally settling down for the night. he was perched on the edge of his side of the bed, meanwhile you lingered behind him, casting worried glances his way whenever you decided to look at him directly. though, he noticed you hadn't looked at his face once, which made his heart ache terribly for you.

whilst he was in the midst of figuring out what to say, how best to soothe your anxiety, he felt your head bump lightly onto his back while your arms slowly circled around his waist. he waited silently as he heard you inhale deeply, shakily breathing him in as you often did, and for once as you exhaled the tension didn't leave your body at all.

a worried frown tugged at his lips before he spoke, quiet and (he hoped) comforting, "what's the matter, love?"

of course, he knew what was wrong. he had just died, after all, and he'd be an absolute fool to miss the sheer terror in your eyes at that fact. he just wanted to give you a chance to let it all out yourself, to please just trouble him with this, at least.

as if you could read his mind, a muffled sob escaped you and you squeezed him tighter, and he didn't know wether he what he felt was relief of devastation.

"i'm sorry.." you murmured, sniffling in a futile attempt to stop the seemingly endless flow of tears, "you.. died today, and here i am, crying like some sort of idiot."

he sighed at that, gently untangling your fingers from his shirt before twisting around to face you.

"oh, my sweet.." he cooed, cupping your face in his hands as he wiped away your tears, kissing at your nose for good measure, "as i told you, i have died many times so-"

"that doesn't matter!" you surprise both of you by blurting out, holding onto his wrists tightly and looking at him so desperately he feels his heart nearly tumble out of his throat.

"it's just.." you mutter, pushing past your initial statement in hopes you could get your point across to him, unaware that he already understood perfectly, "i was so worried, you were so cold.. and your eyes were so hollow that even now i'm afraid to look."

he nodded empathetically, about to respond until he saw your expression change to a deep frown as you suddenly glared at him, rendering him speechless.

"god, for someone so smart you can be such an idiot. why would you jump in front of me like that? who do you think you are? batman?" frustration laced your tone as you spoke, sniffling once more as you were about to continue ranting. until you glanced at his face, that silly, boyish grin adorning his features making any negative feelings you had dissipate, in turn making him laugh fondly as a blush crept it's way up your cheeks.

"batman? who is that?" he asked, still smiling even as you shot him another glare for his teasing tone, "forgive me, but i cannot quite feel the full force of your anger when you're pouting like that."

felix chuckled again as you sighed in defeat, leaning forward until you were wrapped up fully in his embrace, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"i'm not angry at you," you murmured into his chest, head tucked where his shirt was left unbuttoned so you could feel his heartbeat against your ear, "though i will be if you frighten me like that again."

"i understand, however," with his fingers under your chin, he urged your head up to look at him, "whenever i have an opportunity to keep you safe, i'm going to take it. you don't understand how precious you are, do you?"

you're unable to argue with that, especially as you feel the days exhaustion set in and felix's hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"you're precious to me too, so please, no dying if you can help it." as you utter the words, you already know what he's thinking, and when you share a look you think back on his earlier words to you.

'but death would never keep me from you. not for long.'

then, when he holds your face in his hands once more, you're both smiling as he kisses away every remnant of your upset with every bit of devotion a votary saves for their diety. he loves you, you think, and you know you love him.

[niki-phoria]

Annyeong my favorite writer! I was wondering if you could do a ni-ki x male imagine where he has a secret boyfriend that is one year older than him (they have been dating even before he left for Korea so maybe when ni-ki was 13 years old male reader started courting him even if it's long distance and have made it official after he debuted) members does not know, cause he was scared to come out to them.

One day the members heard him someone calling "Love" and started teasing about who was that mystery "girl". Ni-ki couldn't handle it and accidentally blurted out it was a boy, ni-ki was shocked and immediately started crying because he was scared but the members comforted him and supported him.

And the members met ni-ki's boyfriend (they felt betrayed as a joke that ni-ki didn't told him he has a handsome boyfriend which ended up with them getting hit on the head)

JUST FLUFF CAUSE NI-KI LOOKS SO CUTE THESE DAYS LIKE WTFFFF

pairing: niki x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.8k

includes: childhood friends to lovers, reader cries, mentions of niki being scared to come out, think i like full fics more than reactions, i'm really proud of this one ngl

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

“excuse me,” a soft voice says, interrupting you from your thoughts. you look up from your notes to see a young boy around your age standing in front of your desk. his hands remain stiffly pressed against his sides - likely from nerves.

his pristine uniform fits him perfectly. his neatly brushed black fringe covers most of his forehead. his hands feel clammy as he points to the seat beside you. “do you mind if i sit here? i’m a new student and they told me to just pick a seat.”

“not at all,” you smile, shifting slightly to make room for him. the boy sets his black bag down on the ground beside you as he slides into the chair. “what’s your name?”

“nishimura riki,” he says.

“i’m l/n,” you smile. “it’s nice to meet you, nishimura.”

“you too,” he nervously nods. 

“y/n!” you startle as niki begins running towards you. he tightly wraps his arms around your neck before all but tackling you into a hug, nearly knocking you both to the ground. you laugh, snaking your arms around his waist as you both stumble before you finally find your balance once again. 

“what’s going on?”

“i was accepted.”

you freeze, staring into niki’s eyes as the information processes in your head. when it finally does, you gasp, wrapping your arms tightly around him once again. “congratulations!” you cheer. niki smiles brightly as he jumps around with you. his face flushes slightly as overwhelming praise leaves your lips. “i’m so proud of you, niki!”

“thank you,” he bashfully smiles, gaze falling to the ground. 

“which company did you pick?”

niki hums in contemplation for a second before he answers. “i think i want to join belift lab. they seem like they have a lot of great opportunities. but…” 

you cock your head in confusion, silently reaching out to intertwine your fingers together. you reassuringly squeeze his hand in your own before he continues. “...but?”

he sighs. “i have to move to korea.”

“niki,” you say. he looks up at you, nervously awaiting your reaction. “i think you should go. this is your dream! you’ve worked so hard for this,” you pause, softly smiling at him. “this is an incredible opportunity. you should take it.”

“you think so?” he asks. 

“of course.”

people bustle in the airport around you as you stand in front of the security line. you reach up to brush niki’s bangs back into place. your gaze falls down to the luggage beside his feet once again as a familiar mix of sadness and excitement tugs at you. niki reaches up, tilting your face slightly so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’ll call you,” he says. “and we can text everyday, okay? i won’t forget about you. i promise.”

you smile at him. “you better not, nishimura,” you tease. 

niki chuckles softly. his hand moves up to cup your cheek to gently stroking his thumb against your skin. your gaze falls to his plump lips, watching as he nervously tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “niki,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning in. he follows your lead until your noses are nearly touching. you can just barely feel each breath he takes. “can i kiss you?”

his breath hitches. a light blush spreads up his cheeks. his wide eyes stare into yours for a second before he nods. 

your movements are slow as you lean in, carefully pressing your lips against his. elation spreads throughout your entire body when niki tugs you even closer. your bodies mold together perfectly as you pour all of your love into the kiss.

you’re nearly panting by the time you both pull away. you stifle a laugh at the blush on his cheeks. “i’m gonna miss you, ki,” you whisper, blinking away the tears stinging at your eyes. niki leans in to bury his face into the crook of your neck. his grip around you tightens even more. 

“i’ll miss you more, y/n.” you pull him even closer to you, closing your eyes. you let warmth surround you as you cling to him for just a little longer. 

you make your way through the swarm of people to your designated seat, tucking a niki sign between your arm. your view of the stage is partially blocked by a variety of heavy camera equipment and wires tangling over each other along the edge. 

you anxiously fidget with your fingers as you patiently await the start of the performance. the cheers from the audience are nearly overwhelming as the lights dim down before the screens surrounding the stage come to life. 

they transition for a few seconds in a flurry of red and black before people begin to shuffle onto the stage. your breath hitches when the lights raise again, finally illuminating the group. enhypen. niki.

your gaze remains fixated on him throughout the entire performance. his fringe has been dyed blonde. he wears a white blazer complete with a black trim and an accent on the side. you smile brightly up at him, joining the audience in cheering for the group as they effortlessly dance around the stage. 

you can see niki’s eyes widen when he finally notices you. your smile grows as you wave up at him from the darkness. he flashes a small smile in your direction in return before finishing the performance with a newfound confidence.

“hello?” niki asks when he answers the call; his voice is raspy as it plays through your phone speakers. 

“sorry honey,” you chuckle. “did i wake you?”

“i don’t mind,” he says. you can hear his blankets shuffling as he sits up before yawning softly. “how was your day?”

“it was good.” giddiness seeps into each word as it leaves your lips. you smile to yourself as you continuously reread the email as if the words will rearrange themselves when you blink. congratulations! your application to kyung hee university has been accepted. “i have some good news.“

“yeah?” niki smiles. “what is it?”

“a few months ago i started applying to universities in korea,” you begin. you can nearly picture niki sitting up straight, holding his breath in anticipation as you continue. “...and i just got news that i’ve been accepted to kyung hee university!” 

“really?” niki asks. “you’re serious?”

“i’m serious,” you laugh. “i’m booking a plane ticket right now.”

“y/n,” he breathlessly whispers. “i can’t wait to see you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, ki,” you smile so brightly that your cheeks nearly hurt. “i’ll see you soon. i promise.”

“i just landed in seoul,” you say, glancing out of the plane window, watching as workers slowly begin to transfer the luggage from underneath the plane to be sent to baggage claim. “i’ll call you when i get to my hotel.”

“okay,” niki smiles, fiddling with the sleeves of one of the hoodies you had sent him. the comforting feeling of the fabric nearly swallows him entirely, calming his nerves as he anxiously awaits your arrival. “i’ll see you soon, love.”

“love?” heeseung repeats teasingly. niki startles at his sudden presence, turning to see the members slowly joining him in the living room. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

“i don’t,” niki shrugs. 

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows. “so you’re calling your not-girlfriend love?”

“i told you, i don’t have a girlfriend,” niki repeats. 

“come on, you can tell us.” jake reaches over to playfully nudge him. “who’s the lucky girl?”

“boy,” niki finally corrects. he nervously plays with his fingers; his gaze falls to the floor as silence momentarily falls across the room. “i call my boyfriend love.”

“what’s his name?” jungwon asks.

niki’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. “what?”

“your boyfriend. what’s his name?”

“y/n.” 

“do you have any pictures?” jay asks, leaning over niki’s shoulder. 

“i wanna see the boy making our maknae so happy,” jake agrees. 

he reaches over to grab his phone, switching it on before quickly swiping to find one of his favourite pictures of you. you’re both standing in shinjuku gyoen park in front of the cherry blossom trees. you’re looking into the camera, brightly smiling as niki leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. your hair is slightly disheveled from the breeze that had been blowing that day. the setting sun in the background cast a golden glow on both of you. 

niki passes his phone around, anxiously watching each one of his friend’s reactions as they each get to see the picture of you. “wow,” sunghoon says. “he’s handsome.”

niki blushes, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he playfully swats at sunghoon. “shut up,” he mumbles.

“can we meet him sometime?” heeseung asks. “you guys are cute together.”

“he just arrived in seoul,” niki says. “i can ask if he wants to come to the dorm instead of going to his hotel.”

“that’s fine,” he nods. 

“jungwon,” jay calls as he stands up. “come help me with dinner. we might have a guest.”

you anxiously play with your fingers as you let out a nervous sigh before carefully raising your hand up to knock on the door. you pull the sleeves of niki’s hoodie down to hide your shaky hands. 

the door swings open, revealing your boyfriend standing on the other side. “niki,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. 

he’s quick to reciprocate the hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. he hides his face into the crook of your neck to pepper a million little kisses against any of your exposed skin. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“i missed you too, ki,” you smile. 

niki steps back just enough to pull you down into a sweet kiss. you smile against his lips, relishing in the feeling that you had been deprived of for so many months. 

“i love you,” he breathlessly whispers when you finally pull away. 

“i love you too,” you smile, leaning in to peck his lips once again. “now, are you gonna invite me in?”

sunoo smiles to himself at the sight of you and niki curled up on the couch together as he quietly steps through the living room to turn the tv off. his arms wrap comfortably around your waist, your head tucked on top of his chin. your legs tangle together; your bodies completely intertwined in the confined space. 

soft snores occasionally escape both of you as you curl further against each other. even in your completely relaxed state, your hands never leave niki’s. 

“they’re cute together, aren’t they?” jake whispers.

sunoo startles slightly before he nods. “i’m glad they found each other.”

“me too.”

[slasherloony]

heyy!! i just found your blog and your writing is just so lovely omg!! 💗

would it be okay to request a scenario for Brahms watching a horror movie (you can choose any <3) together with reader? it's been on my mind lately since I'm quite a sucker for horrors but sometimes they just get so scary I wish there was Brahms to share those emotions with me 😭

thank you sm and take care!! <3 💗

Hey loonies! 👋

I just got my first request, and I'm so excited to share it with you all! This one's from an anon who wants a Brahms Heelshire fluff piece where we watch "Friday the 13th" together. Let’s dive into the spooky cuteness! 🎃💗

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You’re snuggled up on the couch with Brahms Heelshire, ready for a horror movie night. The lights are dimmed, and the only sound is the rain pattering against the windows. You’ve picked “Friday the 13th,” a classic slasher that’s perfect for the spooky vibes.

As the movie starts, you notice Brahms is a bit tense, his eyes wide and focused on the screen. You nudge him gently, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s just a movie, Brahms. We’re safe here,” you whisper.

The first jump scare happens, and you both flinch. Brahms instinctively grabs your hand, holding on tightly. You squeeze his hand back, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. “See? It’s not so bad when we’re together,” you say, trying to keep the mood light.

As the movie progresses, you find yourself getting more into it. Every time there’s a particularly scary moment, Brahms pulls you closer, seeking comfort in your presence. You can feel his heartbeat racing, and it’s kinda adorable how the big, strong Brahms is scared of a movie.

When Jason finally appears, Brahms lets out a gasp and hides his face in your shoulder. You laugh softly, patting his back. “It’s okay, Brahms. It’s just a guy in a mask,” you reassure him. He peeks out from behind you, his curiosity getting the better of him.

By the time the movie ends, you’re both a mix of nerves and laughter. Brahms looks at you with a shy smile, his fear replaced by a sense of relief. “That was… intense,” he admits, and you can’t help but agree.

You both settle back into the couch, the storm outside still raging but feeling much less scary now. “Thanks for watching with me, Brahms. You made it so much better,” you say, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

He blushes, looking down but clearly happy. “Anytime,” he mumbles, his voice soft. You cuddle up together, the warmth of each other’s presence making everything feel right. Even after a scary movie, you know that as long as you have Brahms by your side, you’ll always feel safe and loved.

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Thank you so much for the request, anon! If anyone else has ideas, drop them in my ask box! 💖✨

[writingduhh]

Jschlatt Halloween / Fall HC’s

I hope this is all right… LOVE YOU GUYS SM THANKS FOR READING ❤️❤️

▷ You and schlatt enjoy teasing each other as you brainstorm costume ideas. Schlatt might suggest something outrageously silly, like a giant banana, while you counters with a proposal for a matching peanut butter jar… (IYKYK...) After much laughter and playful banter, you’d settle on your quirky and obscure, couple's costume.

▷ Insisting schlatt wears at least one of the multiple flannels you had bought him. After all, he looked like a handsome lumberjack… 🫣

▷ You can't get enough of pumpkin spice, so Schlatt goes along with it, sometimes pretending he hates it. You indulge in pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin pie, and even attempt to make pumpkin spice-flavored dinner dishes. It's all in the name of celebrating the season, even if Schlatt makes sarcastic remarks about it.

▷ Each Halloween, you and Schlatt engage in a pumpkin carving contest—or rather, a race with this boy. When the set time runs out, it's time to reveal your masterpieces. Schlatt's creations never fail to entertain, to say the least.

▷ Being renowned for his bravery and ruggedness, Schlatt insists on visiting a haunted house. Though you weren't particularly fond of haunted houses, you couldn't resist his enthusiasm.

▷ "I'm so nervous," you whispered, clutching Schlatt's arm tightly as you both ventured through the large entrance of the haunted attraction.

"Don't worry, hun. I'm here," he smirked, snaking an arm around your waist before pulling you close.

As you wandered through the park, actors in elaborate costumes often approached you. Yet, their initial enthusiasm would dim once they caught sight of Schlatt's intimidating, stern expression, causing them to rethink any plans of startling you. It was the least he could do, knowing you had reluctantly agreed to go in the first place.

Then came the pivotal moment – the entrance to the haunted house. Your reluctance to enter was palpable, and Schlatt recognized it immediately. With a reassuring squeeze of your hand, he offered a tight-lipped smile, silently letting you know that he was there to protect you.

The haunted house loomed ominously ahead, filled with dark corridors, eerie soundscapes, and costumed actors eager to terrify. Yet, with Schlatt at your side, you found a newfound sense of confidence. As you stepped across the threshold into the chilling unknown, you knew that you had a loyal protector by your side, determined to make this spine-tingling adventure as enjoyable as possible.

"Wow, that was actually really fun!" you admitted, walking hand in hand out of the haunted amusement park.

"I told ya, toots. I'm always here," he grinned, kissing your cheek.

▷ To cap off each October day, the two of you curl up in bed and listen to a scary story podcast. Schlatt jokingly dismisses the stories as "not scary enough," all the while discreetly clinging onto your torso.

▷ As autumn brings its cooling effect, you find yourself "stealing" Schlatt's hoodies more than usual. Once he takes note of this, he definitely starts buying more hoodies, making sure there's always an extra one for you to take.

▷ Once Halloween night comes to a close, the two of you curl up together on the couch, exchanging candies and stories about your Halloween adventures. Schlatt might jokingly complain about your "stealing" all the best treats, leading to adorable candy-sharing moments and sweet smiles.

▷ As the nighttime slowly starts bleeding into daylight you both decided it was time for bed.

“Cmon, get up lazy bones.” Schlatt grumbles, stretching his arms as he got off the couch.

“Mm no. I’m too comfy. “

With a playful sigh, schlatt gingerly scooped you up in his arms. “Alright sleepy, et’s get you to bed.” Contently you rested your head on his shoulder as he gently carried you to your shared bedroom.

Once in your bedroom, Schlatt gently placed you down before lying beside you. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.

[kiankiwi]

Hiii could you write a Jacob Elordi fic about pregnant reader going through baby blues bc she realizes it’s never just gonna be her and jacob anymore and jacob comforts her and reassures her and it’s very Fluffy <3333 your writing gives me sm comfort ^-^

Jacob walked into your guys bedroom to find you in bed sobbing. "Lovie, you alright?" You whimpered as you squeezed your small hands into fists. "Y-you weren't s-supposed to see me like th-this." You cried, wiping your tears from your red face and hiding behind your "Why not baby?"

"Because it's silly!" You yelled. You hated feeling embarrassed and that's what you felt whenever your pregnancy hormones caused you to cry over something, anything small. It was a small reason but a big feeling. And you hated that you felt a loss of control over your own body since your pregnancy hormones seemed to dictate your emotions now.

Jacob blew air from his lips and crossed his arms. "Baby, I wanna help. Why didn't you tell me you were upset?" Crossing his arms was not the right thing for Jacob to do. Jacob usually knew that; he just forgot that you often thought he was mad at you for anything and everything. It was just how your brain worked. And it was even worse now that you were pregnant and extra emotional. Before he could remember and fix his arms you blubbered, "A-are you mad at me? I-I'm sorry..." Jacob's heart broke as you apologized. It wasn't your fault you were crying. It wasn't your fault your body felt all out of wack and you felt so silly and embarrassed.

Jacob finally realized his arms were crossed and he immediately broke them and put his hands up. "No no I'm not mad at you at all baby. Here, let's start over. What's wrong? Why do you think crying is silly?" You shrugged trying to take a deep calming breath but a snuffle came out instead as you tried to fix your breathing. "It's okay, take your time, I'm just gonna get you some water." Jacob said as grabbed your water bottle from the nightstand and walked into the bathroom.

"I just.." You shrugged . "I guess it just hit me that these are the last few months of just you and me. I love this baby so much already and I can't wait to become a mama but it just hit me that once we become parents, that's it. There'll be no more time for just you and me. And I'm gonna miss that." You explained, looking down and rubbing your blanketed bump.

Jacob came back into the room, set your now full water bottle on the table and sank to his knees at your beside, taking your hand. "Baby, you'll still have me. I'm not going anywhere. And I know you struggle with change and this is a whole lot of change but this is a good change.." You nodded. "I know but I-I'm gonna miss the times when it was just you and me." Jacob cupped your hand in both of his and kissed it. "I know baby, I know. And it's not silly to grieve the way things are changing okay? Your emotions may be big but they're never silly okay? And I'm sure if we just ask, your parents or my parents would love to take bubba for a night or two so we can spend some time together, just the two of us again. But for now let's just soak up every last bit of time we have to ourselves okay?" You nodded, squeezing Jacob's large hand.

"You gonna be okay?" He asked quietly. You nodded. "Thank you, can I have a hug?" He chuckled. "Course, love. C'mere." He crawled up into the bed and took you into his lap, hugging you tightly. He could feel you physically relax against him.

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I love dad!Jacob

@mooodyblue @eee-lordy @crypticminx

[kkuracafe]

A/n: im actually uploading sm!!! Enjoy it while it lasts cause i might fall off the face of earth for another two months and also this is not requested I was bored :)

TW: fighting (?), swearing, blood (not a lot), my writing. Fyodors drabble is angst with a good ending

Btw reader dialogue is always pink unless specified

"I love you.." w/ Chuuya, Fyodor x gn! Reader (Drabbles)

Chuuya

Chuuya had decided it was a smart idea to use corruption to fight their enemy. You were standing off to the side observing the fight, you didn't have a gift and your guns had no effect against the monster. The issue is, the enemy was dead but chuuya was still throwing gravity balls around. Dazai wasn't here to stop him and he wasn't answering his phone. Seeing chuuya like this hurt you, you would eventually end up killing himself and your warnings always flew over his head. Standing up a Henchman looked up at you curiously but you payed him no mind. You started running towards Chuuya while the two others on the mission were yelling at you stop. As you neared closer to Chuuya he turned around and threw a gravity ball at you, you tried your best yo dodge it but it skimmed your side and damn did it hurt. Regaining your balance you continued running towards him even though the pain in your torso grew and your legs felt like they were gonna give up. Once you were infront of him you threw your arms around his neck and squeezed him, "Please chuuya stop this" you sobbed out, his computed form seem to hear you out for a least a good two seconds before preparing to throw another gravity ball at you. Finally that cocky dectative showed up and tapped chuuya on the shoulder. You fell into his chest out of exhaustion and pain, barely hearing his sobs for you to stay awake as the world faded to black.

You woke up in a hospital bed with someone gripping your hand tightly. There were bandages around your torso and a slight ache. You sat up a little and chuuya lifted his head from staring at your hand to your face. "I'm so sorry. If you hate me after what I did I wouldn't blame you." He said, voice cracking.

"Why would I ever hate you?" You responded giving him a small smile. He carefully put his arms around your torso and nuzzled his face into your chest.

"I love you.." He whispered quietly. A soft smile formed on your face as you stroked his hair.

"I know."

"I love you to the stars, around the moon, to the best galaxy and back."

"No i love you to the sun, around every star, twice around the moon, to the Galaxy beside the next galaxy and back." You responded. Both of you let out a small laugh and continued on till you were discharged from the hospital. Chuuya never once let go of your hand.

Fyodor

You were sitting on you and Fyodors bed waiting for him to return from a mission. You knew about his line of work but never questioned much. Hearing the bedroom door open you stay with your back to it.

"Darling, what's wrong you seem tense?" He asks walking towards the bed.

"I'm just a pawn in your game aren't I? Don't try lying to me either darling"

"My love how could you think such a thing?"

"Enough, I'm leaving to find someone who actually loves me." You say coldly, turning around to face Fyodor. There's no emotion on his face as he looks at you. Letting out a Hmph you grab your luggage and leave. Fyodor shakes his head as you slam the front door, was it so hard for you to understand? He sighs and gets up, looking at the framed photo of you two.

You woke up to someone knocking on your hotel door room. Groaning you slowly lift yourself out of bed and make your way over to the door. You open it without bothering to check the peephole first. You come face to face with a white buttoned shirt and a....Cape. oh.

You slowly looked up to find Fyodors Violet eyes staring right into your soul eyes. You gulp down the lump in your throat and muster up your best annoyed face, "what do you want?" You said, trying your best to make your voice filled with venom. A small smirk forms at the corner of Fyodors lips and if only makes you madder.

"Come on asswhole, spit out already you woke me up for nothing. You hers to kill since im no longer useful-" You felt his soft and slightly chapped lips brush against yours and his arms laced around your back. He pulls away from you and gives you a small smile.

"My love, please come home."

"Why so you can use me again?"

Fyodor let's out a sigh, "No my love, I miss you....I..I love you." He says softly. You throw your arms around his neck and squeeze him.

"I love you too darling."

[ddejavvu]

first of all congrats on 2.5k daisy ^^ i love ur blog sm

could i request - you're my one - with the marauders

in which they ask you out for the first time (you've been friends previously) and they're all nervous and cute about asking you and taking you to a cute date. thank u !!

come celebrate 2.5K with me!

You’re my one -  send me a scenario and a character and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. going to an art museum with spencer reid)

thank you honeybun!! you're so sweet :D

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"I don't understand why you're being so weird about this," You laugh wearily, brows dipped in concern, "We go to Hogsmeade every weekend."

"Well yes, pet, but we were thinking-"

"It was meant to be more like-" James and Sirius both stopped talking, glancing awkwardly between each other in silence.

"We wanted it to be just a bit more than it normally is," Remus offered, a cautious smile on his face, "Do you know what we mean?"

"Like... we go more places?" You cocked your head to the side, and despite the awkward silence in the room james smiled.

"Not exactly, I mean, we can if you want! We just meant, like, we want it to mean more. We want to be more to you, yeah?"

"We-" You glanced hesitantly between the three of them, "Like, all of you? More?"

"If you're not comfortable," Sirius begun, one hand running roughly through his hair, "We'll call off the trip for today, and give you some space. Just tell us how you're feeling."

"I'm feeling," You trailed off, giving your brain some time to process their request, and trying to ignore their hopeful gazes, "Like I want to try it out."

The grins you got in response were positively blinding, and Remus even surged forward to wrap you in a hug. He squeezed you tightly, only ducking to the side so that Sirius could press a kiss to your cheek, "You won't regret it, dove. 'Gonna treat you right."

[myoddessy]

Can you do smth for hawk!jackass member where they do silence of the lambs w rachel and instead of screaming n shit, they hit johnny and take his lil stick🧍🏼‍♀️

silence of the lambs is my fav jackass skit ever i loved it sm. i hope you like it!!

there's a lot of cursing in here because i feel like that's a normal reaction to this situation-

other parts of the hawk!reader universe here, and here!

SILENCE OF THE LAMBS WITH RACHEL AND HAWK!READER

"I don't have a good feeling about this, Rach." You said as you both walked into the basement. "I don't fuck with rattlesnakes." Rachel sat on the couch normally, while you resorted to sitting on the back of the couch with your feet resting on the seat.

It wasn't until crew members started filing out of the room that Rachel started to share your wariness. "Wait, why the fuck is everyone leaving?"

You quickly turned to look at Johnny. "I swear to fucking god, Knoxville, what the fuck are you-" your question was cut off by the door slamming and the lights turning off, leaving you and Rachel in pitch darkness.

"I'm Johnny Knoxville, and welcome to hell!"

On instinct, you and Rachel reached for each other, hands tightly clasped. "I swear on my fucking life, Y/n, if you let go of my hand, I will feed you to the snake."

"I'll have to let go if you don't stop squeezing my hand so hard. Oh, god, oh fuck, oh sweet baby jesus, I hate this so much." You gritted out, shrieking what Johnny threateningly turned on the stun gun, the electricity briefly showing where he was. "I swear to fuck, you asshole, when we get out of this, I'm gonna fucking kill you." His only response was a laugh.

Unbeknownst to you, Jeff decided that there wasn't enough fear from you and Rachel, and told Johnny to knock over the 'snake bucket'. The clatter and hiss was quickly followed by Rachel tightening her grip on your hand as you both screamed.

"I fucking hate you, Knoxville!" She yelled.

You grabbed a cushion from your side and flung it aimlessly at the room, hoping to hit Johnny. You waiting a second to see if you'd hear the soft thud of him being hit, and to your joy, you did. "I know where you are now, fucker. Rach, I'm gonna let go for a sec, okay?"

"Wait, no, what-" before she could finish, you reached forward in Johnny's direction, his warning flare of the stun gun ensuring that you were right. In a quick and jerky movement, you lurched forward and grasped the body of the gun, yanking it away from Johnny. If it weren't for him laughing at Rachel's terror, you knew it would have been harder to get.

"I've got your fucking gun, you dipshit, stay the fuck away." You flashed the gun before grabbing Rachel's hand, staying as quiet as you could, flaring the it when you heard footsteps approaching and laughing proudly when a yelp of pain followed.

It wasn't long after you stunned Johnny for the fifth time that Jeff called it off and the lights were back on, revealing you and Rachel curled on the sofa, clinging to each other for dear life while you held the stun gun at arms length. You started laughing when you made eye contact with Johnny. "You fucking bitch, Knoxville. That was so fucking scary, dude. I would slap you right now but my hands are really sweaty, but sleep with one eye open, dickhead."

You and Rachel kept holding onto each other when you left the room, both still slightly worried that the skit wasn't fully over.

"Can I have the stun gun back?" Johnny called after you between fits of laughter.

"No, fuck off!"