#I find it so beautiful to look at every time ❣️❣️

[fictionalsillies]

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I’ve been listening to a playlist featuring some beautiful music from the Studio Ghibli movies this afternoon , and I started to think … 

How nice would it be to run up to your f/o and hug them like this ? ://D ❤️

Imagine the sound of their laughter as they hold you in their arms , the both of you completely overwhelmed by the love you feel for each other … as your f/o opens their eyes to at you , they can’t help but think about how blessed they are to have you by their side :

you are their greatest treasure , and they adore you with all their heart 💕

Daydreaming about this scenario with my f/os made me feel so happy - I just had to write something about it ! ^^ 

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[daycourtofficial]

It’s all in my head but I want nonfiction

Pairing: Lucien x reader | WC: 3.7k | warnings: suggestive language, groping

Summary: emboldened by an accidental love potion, you speak your crush on the Day Court heir to him

Author’s note: happy (late) birthday @tsunami-of-tears no one loves a love potion as much as we do 🫶🏻 lowkey hate this ending but whatever it is what it is ❣️

The Day Court Palace was, in your opinion, the prettiest place in all of Prythian. Large archways led the way to wide open rooms, beautiful columns stretching towards the mural painted ceilings. Every room had a skylight, even rooms with floors above them. Moving through the rooms felt like you were on a cloud traveling through the sky, a chariot pulling the sun through its cycle.

Everything looked so beautiful in the sunlight, and you felt like a reptile lounging in the sun whenever you were in the heir’s proximity. You had hardly spoken to him - he was your High Lord’s son and you were just a librarian in the ‘botany and related subjects’ library, however you had seen him on the rare occasions you had been in the palace, and more recently, whenever the redheaded heir made his presence known with his barking laughter through the shelves.

How you dreamed of making him laugh.

As if the Mother were listening directly to your thoughts as you shelved books away, you turned to find him standing next to you, the suddenness of his presence causing you to almost fall from your ladder. His hands shot out, one steadying the ladder, the other steadying your back. You weren’t sure if the heat on your cheeks was from being startled or from the heat on his hands.

Once he deemed you steady, he held out a hand for you, helping you down the ladder. You moved down it before you stepped off the last rung, face looking down to help stabilize your footing.

You looked up, finding you were much closer than you intended to be, your body a few inches from his body. From afar, he was beautiful, but being this close to him - he was gorgeous. His long red hair looked as if it were glowing, and all you wanted was to reach out and run your fingers through it before braiding it. His canines peaked out from his lips, a small smile on his face. His face was the perfect combination of sharp and soft - making him both stunning, but giving him a kind appearance.

You had watched him slowly get used to Day Court attire, incorporating different aspects over time. He began slowly with wearing more loose, billowy clothing, golden rings on his dark skin. Now he stood before you in a white braided toga that left his legs on full display, golden strapped sandals adorning his feet. Golden cuffs adorned his biceps, making the muscle even more worthy of your gaze.

“Hi, Lucien.” You nodded slightly with your head, the customary greeting in Day for nobility. Helion preferred more subtle ways of respect, once telling you, “I prefer if I’m going to be worshiped to be worshiped properly”. You extended the greeting to Lucien, and to your surprise, he returned the small bow back.

“May I be of any assistance?”

He peered down at you, his russet eye roamed over you, the golden one clicking taking you in. You swore the whirring picked up in speed as it roamed your body, your temperature rising a few degrees at the attention.

“Yes, you may. I actually was wondering about your knowledge on teas. It is a fascinating subject, is it not?”

Your face couldn’t contain your shock at his question. Teas? Why tea?

“Well, I quite enjoy various teas and different court traditions around tea.”

You eyed him, his nonchalant demeanor giving nothing away. The High Lord’s son wanted to talk to you… about tea?

You blinked and suddenly you had spent over half an hour blubbering about what kinds of teas are popular in which court, and you came back to your body to find yourself telling him about the Autumn Court’s tradition of spiking their tea with whiskey.

“Naturally, you might know about that. Not because of the alcohol, surely you don’t have a problem or anything like that, but you’re from Autumn, so surely you know about their traditions and such.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, but you couldn’t stop talking, your mouth incapable of offering you reprieve from how poorly you’ve handled this. “I’m sure you drank a lot of tea in Autumn. Not just the spiked kind, or maybe that’s how you were able to get by all those years - through alcohol.”

Your cheeks were blazing with heat, your bottom lip caught in your teeth, eyes stuck on the floor in hopes it would open a hole in the ground for you to fall through. “Um, my friend- colleague over there needs me. So um, good day, Lucien.”

You bowed quickly to him as you ran past him, not allowing time for him to bid you farewell. You spent the next few hours flitting about the library, recataloging academic texts on botanical reference guides in an attempt to stop your mind from replaying the atrocious conversation you had had with Lucien just hours prior. Each time you remembered it, you lightly hit your head against the shelves.

A few hours of mind numbing work later, your mind still possessed with thoughts of the redhead, you eventually were able to go home, spending most of the evening in your bath reading, any attempt at getting the redhead off your mind failing.

Your mind was just as preoccupied with Lucien as you walked into the library the next morning, taking the final sip of your coffee as you passed by the circulation desk, when a note on the counter piqued your interest. The note sat next to a cup of tea, the drink steaming in invitation. The envelope had your name on it with the royal seal on the back of the envelope. You opened it, careful not to destroy the beautiful seal. Neat handwriting in red ink covered the parchment in a simple note that left your heart fluttering.

After our discussions yesterday, I had some unresolved curiosities. Can you meet me in the courtyard behind your library this afternoon?

- Lucien

Your eyes danced across the note, reading and rereading it to make sure you hadn’t imagined it. He wanted to speak to you again? Despite your terrible attempts at conversation previously, he didn’t find your company appalling enough to talk to someone else in your stead.

You sipped the tea as you read the note - the warmth trailed down your throat, your stomach buzzing as you took in the bergamot flavor. You tried to figure out what tea this could possibly be, perhaps Lucien found a new flavor of tea he wanted you to try.

You smiled, tucking the note into your pocket as you spent the rest of the afternoon floating on the air around you, unbelieving of your luck. As the day went on, your head grew a subsistent ache, worsening by the hour until you were set to leave to meet with Lucien. Your head was pounding beneath the lights, but you wished one of the other librarians, Sara, a good evening, telling her you had a meeting. She giggled as you retreated away, her voice soft through the stacks, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You rolled your eyes, throwing behind you, “sure, because what wouldn’t you do if Helion asked?”

You laughed at her squeaked response, but continued down the hallways and down the stairs, having to lean against the wall to steady yourself on occasion. You took deep breaths, trying to silence both the dizziness and the butterflies in your stomach. Once you were close enough to smell Lucien, the leather and bergamot scent filling your nose, the pounding in your head lessened with each step closer, instead your body grew warmer and warmer at his proximity.

You stopped at the sight of him, his back to you allowing you a moment to ogle unnoticed. He wore trousers today, slight disappointment at his legs being covered quickly corrected by how plump his ass looked in them.

Your tongue was fat in your mouth, and your thoughts stumbled through your mind in a drunken haze.

“You’re s’pretty.”

The words rolled off your tongue, a drunken slur to them. Were they your thoughts? Did you say them out loud? You couldn’t tell as you approached him, trepidation in your steps. You watched him turn to greet you, an amused glint in his eyes.

“Is that so?”

You were slow to react, your hand just now reached up to cover your mouth as if it could take the words back, your eyes wide as you looked at him. It was then that he took you in, his eyes roaming up and down your body, assessing if he could see anything wrong.

“Is everything alright? You’re swaying.”

Your cheeks heated at his concern, some tiny part of your brain chastising you for being so responsive to the bare minimum. You nodded, your hand still over your mouth. His arms stretched out on both sides of you, hovering around you to catch you.

“S’okay, you just make me feel good.”

Your words came out mumbled through your hands before Lucien gently pulled them from your face.

“Sthanks, I wouldn’t have gotten them off myself.”

Your words were drawn out, each syllable taking its time to be heard. His face grew more concerned, but you paid it no mind.

“You wanted to see me?” You had tried pointing to him and yourself respectively, however your motions were flipped, pointing at yourself and then towards him. You giggled as if you were a schoolgirl speaking to your friends. His sharp canines peaked beneath his top lip, his smile wide but predatory.

He nodded his head, “yes I wanted to speak with you some more, but now I’m-”

His words were cut off as you moved forward, hands producing a tight grip on his jaw. “I like your pointy teeth, they look like they could bite me.”

He smiled as you inspected his mouth, relishing in the squeal of delight you let out when he moved his lower jaw, allowing the tips of his canines to be seen. You tried pulling his lips down even more, but his hands grasped yours, placing them gently on his chest. He held your hands over his heart, looking into your face, his voice soft, “what happened today?”

You got lost in his eyes, getting lost in thought about the prosthetic one. Something in the back of your head kept yelling at you that it sees lies. “Well, I um,” a hiccup sounded from your throat, disrupting your train of thought momentarily. “I woke up, I walked by that coffee shop I like, got a cup to go. Then I continued walking to work - here - and then I got here. Well, not here, here,” you gestured around the room, “but over there,” now you pointed in the direction of the library.

“And then I got your note and I read it lots of times and I even checked the signature because surely you wouldn’t want to be subjected to my rambling again and then I drank the tea you dropped off with it and then I thought about the note while I restocked-”

He shook you lightly, one of his hands cupping your face. The action startled you, not having heard him calling your name. “Sunflower, what was this tea I dropped off?”

Your face lit up, remembering the way it felt going down your throat. “It was so good. You have great taste in tea.” You nuzzled your face into his hand, nodding profusely. “It did make me dizzy, though.”

You couldn’t for the life of you get your eyes to focus on him, the male before you appearing more like an impression of himself. His red hair and golden prosthetic were the only things you could really make out, and even then it was mostly colors.

He studied you for a moment, leaning in closely to examine your face. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

His hands supported your shoulders as you leaned into his chest, the two of you making a slow walk through the streets of Day. If you were in your right mind, you would be absolutely mortified at the way you were snuggling your face into his chest, obscene moans coming from you as you inhaled his scent.

“At least buy me dinner first, I am no common whore.”

Your laugh was delayed as you moved to be directly in front of him, your arms wrapped around his slim waist.

“Y’smell good.” Your words were muffled through his shirt, but the vibrations from his laugh extended to you, making your body shiver.

“I think your moans were more than enough proof of that. I was getting concerned you might get off on my scent alone.”

You giggled, not really understanding what he said, but enjoying the amusement in his voice. “I’ve had my fun, let’s move at a regular pace, shall we?”

You squealed as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. Your hands moved to his trousers, grabbing the fabric to help stabilize you. You pushed your elbows into his back, trying to lean up a bit.

“Where are we going?”

Your hands moved around his back, trying to find stability when your hands sink into the skin of his ass. You giggled as you pinched him, causing his steps to falter briefly.

“Getting a little handsy back there, are you?”

You answered with some giggles and squeezing him, only causing him to laugh again.

Lucien carried you to the outside of the library before winnowing you into the palace. You babbled from behind him as he strolled through the halls. You had given up trying to see your surroundings, leaning your head into the middle of his back. The white and gold marbled floors moved beneath the two of you, Lucien only butting into your rambling occasionally.

He expertly moved the two of you through the hallways, going deeper into the palace than you had ever been before when Lucien pushed open a door, leading the two of you inside. He slid you down from his shoulder, flopping you onto the bed. You landed in a massive bed, swimming in a lake of a deep brown duvet.

You giggled as you bounced across the bed, “Lucien, at least take a female out to dinner before you bed her.”

He stood before you, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I have to go speak with someone, will you stay here? Can I trust you?”

You nodded enthusiastically, bouncing a little in excitement. His hands came down onto your shoulders, causing you to stop your movements. “I won’t be long, I’ll come back with food.”

He ran a hand over your hair before walking away, disappearing through the door. You laid down on the bed, stretching your limbs out as you basked in Lucien’s scent.

Being in his room, surrounded by his scent for the thirty minutes he was gone did something to you, sending you into a state of utter euphoria that caused the rest of the night to go by in an utter blur.

-

You groaned, burying your face into the pillow. It was too bright, the sun was too much, your head was killing you. The door opened and you instinctively pulled the duvet up to your shoulders to cover yourself. Lucien’s head popped through the door, carrying a box of some kind with two steaming mugs on top of it. He set them down on the nightstand next to the bed, crawling on top of the duvet covers next to you.

You eyed him curiously, clutching the duvet tighter. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? This is my bed.”

You moved your head around the room, finally realizing that it was not your own. Your eyes moved about the space, taking in how odd it looked. It was an array of colors - the brown duvet, the green curtains, the red tapestry on the wall. Next to the tapestry hung several maps of Prythian, including markers filling certain areas. You moved closer, attempting to crawl off the bed, but your legs got caught in the sheets, causing you to slump back onto the bed.

Lucien laughed, causing your head to throb again.

“Why am I in your bed?”

“Do you not remember?” You shook your head, the action making you dizzy. You opened your eyes just slightly, scowling at the amused look on his face.

“The healer said you had had a love potion. After some questions, we found out one of the other librarians was trying something new with her husband and left the potion to cool. It seems she left it to steep it for too long, and it was less arousing and more drunken.”

You nodded, looking to the floor, feeling so small in his bed. Thank the Mother you weren’t rubbing against Lucien as if you were in heat.

Your eyes widened, remembering how you did rub up against him, clinging to his body the whole night. Lucien’s voice picked up a lilt to it, his amusement growing as last night came back to you in bits and pieces as he spoke.

“I brought you food because you refused to eat last night. I was only able to get a small piece of cake in you. You are quite afraid of being poisoned.”

A brief memory flooded your brain, making you feel even worse.

Lucien stretched his arm out, offering the piece of cake to you. “Will you please eat something? It would make me feel better.”

You shook your head furiously, making yourself slightly dizzy. “You’re trying to- to tie me to you. The food’s been-” a hiccup broke up your words, “poisoned for me to fall madly in love with you and spend my days gazing about your pretty face.”

He raised his hands, glancing around the room before his eyes settled next to him. “Fine, I poisoned it. But this chalice,” he raised a glass, sloshing the liquid around, “is also the antidote to this yummy cake.”

He held a bit of the piece out on his fingers, waving it in front of your face before you took the piece into your mouth, licking his fingers as you did.

Your face heated as you remembered that was how he fed you the rest of the cake. You slipped under the cover even more, hiding your face. “Excuse me, I have to.. die.”

His laugh was loud in the room, and you felt his body weight shift on the bed. “I would prefer if you could die elsewhere other than my bed. I am quite fond of it and I worry you may haunt the room.”

He laughed, poking your side. “Don’t worry, sunflower. You were incredibly endearing all night, even when your hands were a bit.. Adventurous.”

You shot up, the duvet coming off you as you looked at him. “Adventurous how?”

“Well, at one point you insisted you could only sleep if you could be touching my ass.”

You moved to get out of the bed, “that’s it, does this room have a balcony I can fling myself from?”

He reached out, grabbing your wrist stopping you, pulling you back into him.

“Would you really be so dramatic? I didn’t even mention the biting.”

“The biting?” You screamed out before putting a hand up, “no, don’t tell me. I can only find solace in death now.”

“You have quite the powerful bite.”

“Lucien, stop.”

“I have a chunk missing from one of my legs.”

“Lucien.”

He gazed about the room, his finger on his chin as if in contemplation as he leaned back against the headboard. “I suppose it’ll match the prosthetic eye. Perhaps I could have another eye placed there…”

“Is my mortification amusing you?”

“Greatly.”

You slumped back onto the bed, rolling over to hide your face in the duvet. You could hear Lucien nibbling on something before saying, “I am quite flattered at how pretty you find me.”

“I hear Winter’s great this time of year. Perhaps I’ll trek the continent for a beautiful lake to drown myself in.”

“Are you always this dramatic when you wake up? I’d like to be aware for future endeavors.”

You sat up quickly, situating yourself to look at him, your legs tucked beneath you.

“What future endeavors?”

“Well, if I have any luck, this won’t be the last time you slept in my bed.” He bit off another piece of cake, paying no mind to the short-circuiting happening in your brain. “Unless you’d prefer your bed. However, last night you proposed marriage to my bed, so…”

He trailed off, but you were stuck, mind reeling with his words.

“Why would I sleep in your bed?”

“Has no one told you?” He smirked at your quizical look, his tone growing serious as he said, “when two people are attracted to each other-”

His sentence was cut off by the pillow colliding with his face. “That’s not the part I was confused about.”

He cleared his throat, dusting away any crumbs before turning toward you, his gaze focused solely on you as he said, “I thought I made it fairly clear I wanted to speak to you because I found you beautiful and I have always had a thing for librarians.”

You blinked at him. “I thought you were merely interested in tea.”

“I don’t even drink tea. Can’t stand it. You happened to be in the tea section when I found you.”

As if your brain shut down at the information, you just looked at him, brain clearly still foggy from the potion you drank.

“Then why were you-”

You thought towards occasional bits of that discussion, how he had spoken more than you remembered, his words teasing. “Were you flirting with me?”

“That was my intention, however you hardly stopped for breath when discussing tea. I was so caught up, I had to run off to meet with an advisor in the nick of time.”

“Are you flirting with me now?”

“If I were flirting with you, surely you would know. Perhaps I’ll warn you in advance next time, so you can prepare yourself.”

He stared out the window, his eyes bright in the morning sunlight. “May I flirt with you in a moment’s time, or will you merely attempt to curl up and die again? Perhaps you’d prefer official correspondence with my flirtatious intentions?”

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Thanks for reading ❣️

[hyunniesgirl]

Can you make a one shot smut where like reader and Chan like REALLY hate each other, like CANNOT stand each other but like while reader is out partying she like sees Chan so for shits and giggles she goes up to him and flirts with him which ends up w Chan subbing and begging to cum. I’d like to be 🪼 anon pls :3 and ty if you do this !! 🙏🏼

I love the hate concept (I'm literally obsessed with hate sex), thank you for the ask ❣️ I hope you like it, I'm not really good with smut but I'm trying to get better!!

Something bad

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Words count: 2,006

THIS CONTENT IS +18 ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: switch!Chan, switch!reader, hate relationship, handjob

You hate his guts. Bang Chan thinks he's all that, but in your opinion he's actually an asshole. You have known each other for so long you're not sure if you always hated him, but if not, you don't know when it started.

He's your brother's best friend, so he is always around, teasing you, making jokes about your hair in the morning or even bringing his hookups late at night, banging them in his room so loudly as if he wants you to hear how good he's making them feel.

You listen to everything from the guest room you sleep in when visiting and the smug look on his face when he sees your eyebags the next morning make you even more mad.

He's not much different from you, Chan likes to see your reactions, how red you get when you're angry about the simplest things he does to tease you or even how you avoid his eyes when you find him at the front door in the morning, saying goodbye to the people he fucked.

He'll look at you waiting for a complaint about the noise but you just look everywhere but his face. He loves that, love that your feisty attitude dies down after hearing him going on all night long. You're back to your usual self by lunch time, that's why he keeps bringing people every night when you visit, he wants to make you angry.

You're currently looking for an apartment, you just got out of uni and got a nice job, so you're staying with your brother just until you can sign the lease of the apartment you're renting with your two best friends.

They invited you to go out tonight, have some fun, maybe fuck a hot random stranger or just pass out drunk anywhere but your brother's house. Literally anything is a better option than another sleepless night of Chan fucking someone senseless and making you horny.

You would never, ever, admit this out loud, but the way you can hear him groaning sometimes when you get close to his room, just messes with your head. He IS an attractive man, even though you hate him, you cannot deny he is hot. Beautiful dark wavy hair, nice broad shoulders and that physic is just… you just know he could break you in half if he wanted to.

You shake your head, why are you having these strange thoughts again? He's your brother's best friend and the guy that makes your life a living hell every time you're in his house. Is it because he's here? Out of all places, why did he and his friends decide to come to the same party as you and your friends did?

“Should we go home?” You sigh, making your friends glare at you.

“Not even a chance”, Sana says, making you sigh. “Should we play a game? Maybe that will get you to relax”

She exchanges a glance with Yeji, smirking. You're already kinda dizzy from your previous drink, so you're not sure you understand what that look means. But you nod, drinking games are your thing, you love them all.

It was all premeditated, you're sure your friends knew Chan would be there with his crew, they are acquainted, after all. You know it was all planned when Yeji giggled, saying “I dare you to flirt with Chan”. Sana laughed so hard at your face after hearing that, saying “we are talking about a hard flirting, literally get a hard on out of him”

That's how you ended up walking in his direction now, feeling your face warm, at least the alcohol makes you feel more secure about yourself. You're looking hot today, wearing a tight short black dress with a neckline lower than how you usually wear, exposing a good piece of your skin and breast. You're sure you can pull Chan.

He stares at you up and down when you show up in front of him, you look smoking hot. He knows you're attractive, it's such a shame you're so annoying.

You greet his friends, you know all of them since they come buy a lot to your brother's and Chan apartment.

“Can I have a sip?” You ask Chan, sitting by his side at the booth. His friends look at each other, saying something you can't hear because of the loud music and then going to the dance floor.

“What do you want?” He ignores your question, scowling when you do the same to him, grabbing his drink and tasting it.

“Woah, this is bitter just like you”, you smile seeing him rolling his eyes.

“Are you drunk? Should I call your brother?” He asks, sighing.

“No, Channie”, you pout, calling the nickname you've heard so many people scream when they were fucking, “let's have some fun, hm? What do you think?”

You turn your body to stare at him, putting your hand on his chest, snuggling closer to him. He smells nice and the warmth his body emits makes you want to get even closer.

“What game are you playing?” He asks with a smug smile on his lips, brows lifted in question.

You sigh.

“It's truth or dare”, you tell, rolling your eyes. “Can't you just get hard already so I can be done?”

Chan chuckles, throwing his head back in a loud laugh, you know it's loud because you can hear it even with the loud music playing in the background.

“Do you really think you have what it takes to get me hard, little girl?” He asks playfully, making you scowl.

“Of course I do”, you tell him, crossing your arms.

You can't help but notice the look he sneaks at your breasts almost popping out of your dress. You decide to use that, in your favor.

“Do you wanna touch it, Channie?” You ask, touching your chest with your hands and squeezing your breasts up so he can have a better view.

“If I do get hard”, he clears his throat, “you should think about the consequences of what is going to happen after that”

“I will win the dare and go back to my friends”, you shrug.

Chan smiles, diabolically. Clicking his tongue.

“I don't think so”, he turns to you, sliding his hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh while he gets closer to your face. “If you do manage to get me hard, I'll take you home and you're going to take care of it. So you better think carefully about your next move”

You feel goosebumps all over your body, it's because you're grossed out, right? You would never feel turned on with Chan speaking so closely to you, his hot breath hitting your skin has nothing to do with the warmth growing in your lower stomach.

“You know what I think, Channie?”, you try to take back control over the situation, “you're afraid your best friend's little sister is going to make you so horny you won't be able to do anything other than beg to cum”, you slide your hand to the hem of his shirt, sliding it under the fabric and brushing your nails on his stomach, close enough to his cock to provoke a reaction out of him.

Chan breaths through his teeth, trying to control himself. He tried being confident, saying those things to you so you'd get scared and go back to your friends. He didn't think you would keep going and now he's not so sure about what he said, since you clearly are managing to get him hard.

He slides his hand under your dress, feeling how wet your underwear is and decides to use that in his favor.

“Are you sure you want to keep this up?” He asks, brushing his fingers over your covered cunt. You don't avoid his gaze, staring at him intensely, you're not going to give in. He smirks, well, if he can't escape this, he better have some fun. “Let’s see who's gonna be the one begging”

You're not sure how the hell you got there, in a moment Chan was whispering something to you and the next he was dragging you to the bathroom, throwing you against the wall. His lips are attached to your neck, sucking so hard you're sure it's gonna leave marks. Your body is pressed against his and you feel his hard cock on your stomach, now that you manage to get him hard it's time to stop it, so why is the only sound that comes out of your mouth muffled moans?

He slides his hands under your skirt, moving your underwear to the side while he presses a finger on your clit.

You have to do something, you need to take control. Your hand touches his covered cock and Chan groans, resting his head on the wall. He hates the idea of leaning on you.

You work fast, unbuttoning his pants and sliding your hand under his underwear, grabbing his cock in a fist, going up and down, feeling his cock twitching in your hand.

Chan was too cocky, he shouldn't have let you do this. Your touch is just too good, he can't help but moan subtly with every stroke you give to his dick.

He's growing restless, even though he's working with his fingers on you he knows it's a lost case. Your hand is soft, massaging his cock gently but firmly and the look in your eyes, like you're watching your prey, the way you have your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, enjoying seeing him panting while you play with him, it's just too much for him. He feels his orgasm getting closer, you can tell by the way his cock is twitching so you slow the speed of your hand, earning a frustrated groan from him.

���Do you like it, Channie?” You ask playfully, watching his voice crack when he tries to speak.

“Stop teasing, you fucking brat”, he grunts.

“That's not what I want to hear, baby”, you say as your index finger twirls over the head of his cock. “Do you wanna cum?”

He nods, feeling the blush on his cheeks grow, he can't believe he's humiliating himself like that.

“Tell me”, you smirk, “tell me what you want, be a good boy for me, yeah?”

You're feeling extra confident now, seeing him whimper when you get back to jerking him off.

“L-Let me cum”, he whispers too low, you're not even sure if you heard him.

“You can do better, Channie”, you tell him, fastening your movements.

“Please”, he whimpers, “let me cum”, he throws his head back, he doesn't want to give in so easily but your hand around him is just divine, he wants to cum so badly he doesn't mind begging at that moment.

“More”, you tell him simply, “beg more”

“Please, I just-” he whimpers.

“Are you going to stop being so mean to me?” You ask, trying to get something out of this, since you have him so vulnerable right now.

He nods frantically, needing his release more than anything. You keep jerking him off faster, while watching him moan, your hand going up and down on his cock.

His cum springs all over your hands, while he groans with faltering movements, trying to calm down from his high. You're almost sure you heard him sob, but if that really happened, he hid it really well.

After cleaning up the mess he made on your hand, you look at him with a pretentious victorious smile.

“I guess I won”, you cross your arms in front of your chest and Chan sighs, not able to look you in the eyes. Acting exactly like you do when you find him and his last fuck in the living room of his apartment.

“Let's just pretend this never happened”, he tells you, turning around and going out of the bathroom.

But you're not so sure if you'll be able to leave him alone now that you tasted this side of him.

[metallicames]

New fic with 2000's James! Hope you like it 🥰

@nausicaamusiclover20 you for the perfect translation❣️

I missed you

Description: You and James had a baby two months ago, you're slowly getting back into your routine and you feel the need to start making love with James again and it seems almost like the first time.

WARNINGS: smut, explicit content, sex, oral sex, dirty talking.

Two months have passed since Elijah was born—two difficult, but at the same time, beautiful and intense months. James has proven to be an amazing father. Since he got sober, he feels like a different person—caring, attentive, present, and reliable. I find myself falling even more in love with him. Slowly, I'm getting back into my routine. It feels good to focus on myself again, but part of me still aches every time I leave Elijah. I never thought I'd be the kind of mom who struggles with being apart from her baby, but every time I head to the gym or prepare for my upcoming runway show, there's a knot in my stomach. I’m so proud of what I do, but I can't help but feel torn.

In three months, I have a big runway show, and I've started going to the gym again. Today is one of those days, and I’m heading home after my workout, eager to see Elijah and James again.

I push the door open, the familiar scent of home welcoming me. I can already hear the soft hum of James's guitar drifting down the hallway. My heart skips a beat, and I find myself walking toward Elijah’s room almost instinctively.

When I step inside, I pause, watching them. James is sitting in the armchair by the crib, guitar in hand, his strong fingers gently strumming a slow, peaceful melody. Elijah is peacefully asleep in his crib, his tiny chest rising and falling in rhythm with the song. I can’t help but smile, my chest swelling with love.

James’s presence is such a contrast to the serene room around Elijah. His broad shoulders and tattooed arms look so out of place here, surrounded by the soft colors and delicate decor, but somehow, it makes everything feel even more right. He looks so relaxed, so at peace. It’s as if the world outside doesn’t exist in these moments, and all that matters is the tiny soul asleep in the crib and the man playing music to him.

I stay still, watching them, my heart full. It’s been months since we’ve had time alone, and I can feel the distance between us melting away, the desire for him creeping back in. But there's also something else—a sense of longing for the connection we've both been craving. It’s been so long since we've had time to ourselves, just the two of us.

I bite my lip, torn between my love for Elijah and the pull of James. I’m not sure I’m ready for everything to change, but seeing him like this, so attentive, so gentle—it stirs something deep inside me.

Finally, I take a step closer, my footsteps soft on the carpet, and I lean in to kiss the top of Elijah's head before turning my attention to James.

“You’re always full of surprises,” I whisper, my voice soft, teasing.

“I thought I’d try something different today,” he says with a grin, putting the guitar down gently. “Elijah seemed to like it.”

I smile, my heart melting. I lean in, letting my fingers brush against his, a small touch that sends warmth through me. “He did. I think he’s just as in love with you as I am.”

James’s hand tightens around mine, pulling me in closer. For a moment, it’s just us, standing there in the quiet of the nursery, the world outside forgotten.

A shiver runs down my spine. It’s been months since we’ve touched, and I can feel the longing desire  inside me. The distance between us has become unbearable, and I know it’s finally time to reconnect, to feel his touch again, to make love.

I watch Elijah sleeping peacefully in his crib, careful not to disturb him. I don’t dare touch him, not wanting to wake him up. My heart is racing as I turn toward James, and I can’t help but move toward him. I reach up and run my fingers through his short, tousled hair, the touch soft and gentle, before pressing my lips to his in a slow kiss. I pull away slowly, my gaze locking with his, and then kiss him again, this time deepening it, my tongue slipping past his lips with a careful, lingering motion.

His hand moves to my face, cupping my jaw and the side of my neck. His grip is firm, but there’s tenderness in the way he holds me, his fingers pressing slightly against my skin. He tightens his hold just a little, sending a shiver through my body.

"I want you..." I whisper, my voice breathless as my lips hover close to his ear.

I feel him stiffen slightly, his gaze lighting up with a fire that matches my own. He had promised to wait for me, to wait until I was ready. I know he’s been patient, but I can see in his eyes the same longing that’s been growing inside me. The months of silence, of distance—it’s been agony for both of us.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his voice low and full of concern, but there's a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes search mine, making sure I’m comfortable, that this is what I really want. "Do you feel okay?"

I meet his gaze, nodding softly. "I’m ready," I whisper. "I feel… right with you."

His smirk deepens, and he nods, his eyes darkening with approval. Then, as if to answer my unspoken invitation, he leans in and kisses me again, this time with more urgency. The kiss starts slow, sweet, but quickly becomes more passionate, his lips moving against mine with a deep hunger. His hands roam to my back, pulling me closer, the heat between us building as we kiss.

After a few moments, I pull back just enough to breathe, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My fingers trail down his chest, and I look up at him with a small smile. "Let’s go to the bedroom, "I suggest, my voice thick with desire.

He gives me a slight nod, but I hesitate, glancing back toward Elijah. "Wait" I say, stepping back for a moment. I grab the walkie-talkie from the shelf by the door and hand it to him. "Just in case he wakes up…"

James takes the walkie-talkie with a smirk still playing on his lips, his eyes locked on mine. "We’ll be quick" he says, the teasing tone in his voice making it clear he's eager, but patient.

I feel strangely nervous, almost as if it’s the first time. Maybe it’s the fear that something has changed, that it won’t be the same as before. If that’s the case, it would hit me hard because making love with James has always been one of the things I love most in the world. I try to hide the anxiety by kissing him hungrily, my hands finding their way to his chest, slipping under his shirt. The warmth of his toned chest makes me crave him even more.

As we move toward the bedroom, my heart is pounding in my chest. I try to push away the doubts creeping in—wondering if everything will be as it once was. What if things have changed? What if the passion we shared is gone, lost in the months of silence and distance? The thought makes me uneasy, but I try to shove it aside, focusing instead on the feel of his lips on mine, the warmth of his body against mine. I don’t want to think about anything else right now—just him.

James pushes me gently toward the bed, and I sit down, looking up at him. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the same fire that’s burning in me. Without breaking eye contact, I reach down to undo his belt, biting my lower lip as I pull at the buckle, feeling the tension build with every second.

"How badly do you want it?" he asks, his voice teasing, but laced with desire.

"Too much..." I answer, my hands pulling down the zipper of his jeans, my breath quickening with anticipation.

I pull down his pants and boxers, my gaze lingering on him for a moment. I can feel the weight of his eyes on me, and the air between us feels thick with desire. I can’t resist reaching out, my hands trembling slightly as I take his dick, slowly stroking it while I licked it, waching him intensely. His hand comes to the back of my head, gently guiding me closer. His breath quickens, and I can hear the low sounds of his pleasure. I take my time, moving deliberately, savoring the moment, savoring him.

"Stop…" he whispers, his voice rough. "I’m already close..."

I slow down, feeling the change in the air between us. I pull back just a little, giving him space to breathe, to collect himself. My fingers brush my lips, and I look at him, my chest rising and falling with each breath.  His eyes are dark, deep, full of desire. He pulls off my shirt, and for a moment, I feel exposed and vulnerable. My body has changed—my breasts are fuller from breastfeeding—and although I’ve almost regained my shape, I still don’t feel completely at ease. But when I see the way he looks at me, I feel a shiver run through me. His gaze moves slowly over every inch of my body, as if he’s memorizing me, in awe of the way I’ve changed.

He unhooked my bra while kissing me with slow, passionate intensity. The bra falls to the floor, and with one hand, he gently touches my breast. He knows I’m sensitive, so he’s careful, making sure his touch is soft, almost reverent. His fingers leave a trail of warmth that makes my head spin. I want him so much, more than I can put into words. I could throw myself at him in an instant, but he holds back, wanting to take his time, wanting to be gentle with me. His care only makes me want him more.

I lie back, pulling him down toward me, kissing him with a hunger I can’t suppress. I bite his lips softly, savoring every moment, intoxicated by his scent, his warmth. It’s like everything around us fades away, and I’m lost in him.

James pulls back just slightly, his eyes searching mine before he carefully pulls off my jeans and panties, his touch never rushing, always slow and deliberate. 

"You're beautiful... like a goddess," he says, his voice almost breathless. His compliment makes me blush, and I look at him, pleased, as I whisper, "Come here."

He quickly pulls off his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity between us grows, and I feel a spark of anticipation.

His hand moves slowly toward my body,  touching my clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I arch my back instinctively, the pleasure building with every soft, deliberate touch. He kisses my chest, taking his time, pressing his face into me as if savoring every moment. His movements are slow, thoughtful, as though he’s memorizing each of my reactions.

I can feel myself becoming restless, my body craving more. It’s like a fire burning in me, one I can’t control.

"James, please... I need you," I say, my voice tinged with desperation, my body responding to his touch, moving beneath him.

He looks at me with a smile, positioning himself between us, his gaze full of longing. As he kisses me, he slowly pushes himself into me and I feel a rush of warmth and closeness. My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t make a sound, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. I open my mouth slightly, a deep sigh escaping as I hold him closer, feeling his arms enveloping me.

“God... I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. I feel the weight of his body above me, the pressure grounding me, but there’s something comforting in it—like we’re both exactly where we’re meant to be. But it becomes more passionate as I feel his lower abdomen rubbing in my clit at every thrust.  and I can’t help but respond to him, my hands gripping his back, my body aching to feel every part of him.

I know he’s holding back, trying not to rush, making sure I’m okay, and it makes me crave him more. I whisper his name, urging him on, knowing that right now, we both need this—need each other.

“Harder… James… give it to me harder,” I urge, my voice trembling with desire.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” he asks, concerned in his voice.

Without saying a word, I place my hand on his butt, guiding him closer to me, urging him deeper. He understands the message  and his arms move around me, pulling me in, his hands gently supporting the back of my head. He begins to thrust harder, with a new intensity, each motion slow but deep, bringing a wave of pleasure with every thrust. I let myself fully surrender to the sensation, each movement leaving me breathless. 

James is completely immersed in the moment now. His lips leave mine, his forehead resting softly against my shoulder as he continues thrusting, as though nothing else matters but the connection between us. I can feel him shaking, his breath quickening, and the way his body reacts tells me everything I need to know.

“Keep going,” I whisper, lost in the feeling of him, feeling the intensity building between us.

He reaches the peak, pulling away and leaning over me, his breath shallow as he cums all over my body, his expression of pleasure sending a rush of excitement through me. The warmth of him leaves me breathless, and his uneven breaths only heighten the intensity of the moment, sending me into a daze of sensation.

"I love you..." I whisper softly.

"I love you too, Y/N..." he responds, his breath heavy.

I look down at my abdomen and burst into laughter.

"Oops..." he says, laughing as he runs a hand through his hair.

He gets up and heads to the bathroom. When he returns, he has a damp towel, and he gently wipes it over my body, the sensation soothing. As he reaches my lower abdomen, I realize I still crave him. I want to feel more. As he moves the towel down, he pauses at my lower abdomen, almost as if he can read my thoughts. He starts kissing me, moving lower, and suddenly a wave of anxiety hits me. I’m afraid my body isn’t the same, that he won’t find me attractive anymore. Instinctively, I close my legs.

He looks at me, confusion in his eyes. "Hey... it’s me."

"I know, but..." I trail off, unsure of how to explain.

"You're perfect... relax," he says, his tone soft and reassuring as he continues to kiss me gently.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, feeling him gently part my legs, kissing my clit. Slowly, I start to relax, and I realize my fears were unfounded. He loves my body just as much, if not more, than before. From this moment, his mouth and tongue move with perfect rhythm, knowing exactly how to stimulate every right spot. I know he loves giving me pleasure, and I can tell he would never stop. As he picks up the pace, a wave of shivers runs through my body, almost like an electric shock with every touch.

"Oh my God, James... you’re going to make me c..." I gasp, my hand tangled in his hair as I start trembling beneath him.

From time to time, he lets out a low, almost primal groan, sending another jolt of pleasure through me, making the sensation even more intense. At one point, he takes my ankle and places my foot on his shoulder, and I raise the other one to mirror the position, giving him more room to move. He kisses deeper, the sensation of his touch making me dizzy. His intensity drives me wild, and I can feel how deeply he desires me, how every action, every movement reminds me that I belong to him.

I can no longer control my moans, my body trembling with each wave of sensation. I arch my back, turning my head back as the pleasure builds. Just before reaching the edge, I glance down, seeing James, his skin glistening with sweat, completely naked between my legs. The sight of him, the way he moves against the mattress, only intensifies the feeling.

"J-Jamie... oh my God... I’m... I’m coming," I gasp, my body contorting as I grip the pillow with one hand. He wraps his arm around my leg, and with the final movements, he brings me to a powerful, overwhelming release. It’s intense, freeing, and everything I’ve been craving.

The sensation is so overwhelming and prolonged that I can barely catch my breath. I loosen my grip on his hair, and I notice that he’s still grinding against the mattress, his face so close to me. His soft groans soon give way to his own exhaustion, and he finally stills, breathing heavily. 

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaims, almost breathless.

"What happened?" you ask, amused, as you run your fingers through his hair and pull your feet off his shoulders.

"It’s that I... I came while I was eating you out . This is the effect you have on me," he says, his head resting on your lower abdomen, his breathing heavy and irregular. You smile, gently stroking his temple. He slowly sits up and lies next to you. You turn onto your side to watch him, admiring him quietly.

"Never doubt your body again, understood?" His voice is firm, his gaze intense, almost as if he's trying to make me believe in myself just as much as he believes in me.

I nod, my heart racing, and lean in to kiss him. The moment our lips touch, I feel a tear escape, rolling down my cheek.

He pulls away just enough to look at me, his expression filled with concern. "Why are you crying now?"

I try to steady my breath, the emotions swirling within me. "I don’t know... it's just... I’ve missed you so much, and with everything... my hormones are all over the place. There’s just so much I feel... I can’t even explain it all," I confess, my voice trembling with vulnerability.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he gently pulls me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me, as if trying to protect me from all the worries I’ve been carrying. His warmth grounds me, and I can’t help but close my eyes and bury my face in the crook of his neck.

He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, and I feel his chest rise and fall as he inhales deeply. “I love you,” he whispers, the words coming so naturally, like they’re the most important thing he’s ever said.

I melt into his embrace, feeling his arms around me, holding me in a way that tells me I’m safe. The steady beat of his heart beneath my ear calms the storm inside me, and for a moment, everything feels right.

[zee-143]

☆Felix x Black! Reader(Fem! Reader)♡

A/N: Hey black girlies 😍❤ I'm also a black girlie so I've been dying to do this!! Also, if you're not black and wanna read please do!! I don't really care just no hate!!! We need more kpop x black readers frr��� Btw if u know any people who write them pls tell me! Uhm, one more thing, this is my first time writing like a story kinda one shot thing..? Basically, sorry if it isn't amazing. I'm still learning so pls enjoy ❣️❣️

Genre: Fluff☁💕 but sorta angsty??

Warnings: Nothing ✨

Summery: You're insecure about your curly hair so Felix tried to help you feel better ( and sorta failed)

You frowned, staring at your reflection in the mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight, you thought. Your hair was so messy and boring. This definitely wasn't how you wanted to start the day with. Especially since you have a date with Felix. Dealing with this mess of hair you couldn't control? Huge bummer. Though with a problem, there's always a solution.

You slid open your vanity drawer, rummaging around all the random hair products and combs. Your face brightened as you pulled out a hair straightener

"Perfect! "

You found a place to plug it in. You turned on the device, unsure of what to do next. You hadn't actually had any experience with straightening your hair. This is the first time but dealing with your stupid curly hair is way harder. What was difficult about straight hair? You shrugged of the feeling of uneasiness.

You placed the straightener near your hair. You hesitated slightly, placing the curly ends of your hair in between the tool. You worried that it would burn your hair or something. You've seen plenty girls on social media though doing it for real is nerve wrecking.

You press the straightener down onto your hair, leaving it for a few seconds before satisfyingly pulling it away. You were astonished to find how well it worked out! Your hair was straight and some how not burned. Eagerness and excitement took over your whole body. You pulled the hair straightener back to try another piece of hair

"Sunshine~ Are you almost rea-"

Felix stopped mid sentence, standing frozen at the doorway. You hadn't noticed him at all as you successfully straitened more bunches of hair. Felix moved so quickly, you couldn't react to how he carefully snatched the hair tool away. He unplugged then placed it on your vanity table.

You stared at him, a look of surprise. Felix stared back at you, instead with eyes of worry. A loud silence echoed around the room. You wanted to say something, but what? That you didn't know

"I like your hair"

Felix stated. You cocked an eyebrow, unsure of what he was on about. Felix noticed this so he continues

"You don't have to straighten it, is all I'm saying. You have a beautiful hair texture"

Felix shrugged, staring at you. His face had a sense of calmness but you could tell he wanted to say more.

"There's nothing special about it. It's honestly boring and difficult to manage"

You respond in a monotone voice. Felix couldn't tell whether you were just saying that or you were serious. He crossed his arms and hummed in thought

"Well... "

Felix pulled you into his chest, holding you in a tight hug

"That doesn't mean you should change it. You've never straightened it before. I don't get it... "

You listened to the concern in his voice. It hurt you to make him feel this way. Felix hates it when you change something about yourself. He'd rather get stabbed a billion times than not have the real you.

"It's complicated" You answer

"Then explain it to me"

Felix wasn't backing down any time soon. He needed to know what you hated so much about your hair. You may think he doesn't know, but he knows. He knows how you wish your hair was straight. He knows how you wish you didn't have to deal with such a 'messy' hair type. Felix knew everything and it hurt him every time you said something bad about yourself. Sure, Felix isn't in your position, so he'd never know why you feel this way. He wanted to know though. Every little detail.

"We're gonna be late for our date, you know?" You didn't know what else to say

"I don't care. We're not going anymore"

Felix pulled away. He held your hands tightly and scanned your face. You were about to question it but he stopped you

"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong with your hair. And don't use those lame excuses. Be honest with me... "

"I dunno"

"You can't not know. Are you insecure about your hair or something? "

Silence filled the room. For the first time, you didn't have an answer. You didn't say anything. It was weird. Imagine being insecure about your hair?

"No"

You lied. Felix sighed. He knows you're not telling the truth.

"Fine...but 𝘐 like your hair, alright? I think.. I think it's so unique and special. There's only so much I can do with mine. Yours has so many possibilities. I love it just like I love you"

Felix kissed your forehead. His hands let go of yours. You stared blankly at him, unable to form a proper sentence. His words were so simple. This touched your heart though.

Felix strolled away from you, stepping out the door. He gave you a quick smile before leaving and closing the door behind him. You wanted to tell him to come back. You decided against it.

Staring at your reflection in the vanity mirror had you realize something. Your hair was yours and there was nothing hair products or even a straightener could fix. You still hated that. You knew Felix only cares about you. He worries too much, you thought. You picked up the hair straightener again, plugging it in. Your reflection seemed to be mocking you. You ignored it. It was all your decision. What more can an insecure black girl do?

Please tell me what you think!!

[hirsheyskisses]

im happy you're taking reqs! love your writing ❣️

could you write hcs for Law with a s/o who knits? or likes making clothing generally, and they make him clothes with hearts, jolly rogers (*´ω｀)

(plus if he wants attention he'd lay on their lap to take their attention from the fabrics to him)

tysm again!!

Knit My Heart.

TRAFALGAR LAW x READER

A/N: OK I don't knit, I crochet, so I am VERYYY UNFAMILIAR WITH THE TERMINOLOGY so I mostly avoided it, so I hope this is mostly accurate!

(Short Scenario)

♡ you have absolutely made their entire winter wardrobe. Jackets, puffy shirts, all of varying colors that compliement each individual member, with the inevitable Jolly Roger of the crew.

♡ law brought you on the crew part because of your skill with knit and fixing clothes, part because of a personal interest he'd gained after talking to you in your parents clothing shop for hours.

♡ to no surprise, you're his lover.

♡ he finds it fascinating how into your creations you can get, as if nothing else mattered in the world.

"You've been at it for hours.. your hands are gonna cramp."

Temporarily, the doctors voice had your attention. Kind eyes met his own as you'd reply, "'s okay! My hands feel fine, I know when to stop. I've even stayed hydrated," gesturing to the tea Penguin had insisted on bringing you every other hour. He sighed, shaking his head.

"Not the point," Law moved to sit beside you on your bed, a hand moving to your thigh, watching you work the yarn. He wasn't sure what you were making: it looked small, like a hat, and it was currently black with an oncoming white patch.

Just as quickly as he'd had your attention, you were back in your world of focus, needles dancing together with the yarn, humming softly.

For a long time, Law stayed there, watching you work your magic. He himself was currently wearing the cute little wrist warmers you'd made him when he'd grumbled about how cold his wrists were. They were white with the Jolly Roger, edges decorated with cute little hearts. He could see the hat coming to life. Law loved how each piece had his Jolly Roger, and he admired the love you put into each and every piece.

However.. Law didn't like how the pieces also stole your attention from him.

It was comical, actually. Never once jealous when you interacted with other men, never once jealous when other men hit on you, because Law knows he's the lucky man who has your heart. (He does however, step in when your safety appears to be in jeopardy.) He brushes off other women to seek you out in the crowds. Never jealous of your interactions with his crew-

- no, he's jealous of your hobby and a cake of yarn.

Law feels like an idiot but.. not much he can do about his feelings, except take matters into his own hands.

Slowly he kicks off his shoes, and positions himself comfortably on your bed before dropping his head in your lap.

"Hmm?" You glanced at him, lifting your work to see his face. Law clearly had a bit of a pout, but seeing your beautiful smile slowly turned his expression soft, lips tugging up as he raised a tattooed hand to cup your face, then let his finger trace down your jaw, your neck, before wrapping it around your body. "Nothin'. Just appreciating the view." The doctor responded, relishing your laugh as he traced his fingers up your side, "that tickles, Law!"

"I know." The former small grin widened a bit as he adjusted a bit to press his face into your stomach, and you clearly got the memo. Setting your project to the side, you reached down and snatched his hat, you plopped it on your head, the brim resting over your eyes.

"My hat now," you teased, and Law snorted, "looks better on ya anyways. ..just take care of it." He said that every time, visibly relaxing as your hand made its way to his hair and began to slowly massage his scalp,

"..if ya wanted attention.. ya could've just asked, Law."

[salty-croissants]

Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x reader : mistletoes

Woo , Christmas special baby !!

Since tomorrow I’m gonna be away to spend time with family , I figured it would be best to post this today since I’m gonna be way too tired to write when I get back :,)👍

I love the ideas of the boys and the reader being soft during the holidays , it just really brings me joy ^^ 

Anyway , I hope it turned out okay , and make sure to have a wonderful Christmas 🎄❣️

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

presence of slightly suggestive themes , but mostly lots of fluff ❤️

Bullfrog 💚

Let’s start by saying that given how constantly vigilant Bullfrog is , it won’t be easy to try to sneak a mistletoe above him : 

he just has a way of knowing each and every one of your movements , so … 

Yep , better get ready for a challenge . 

< Hm ? Is that a mistletoe you’re holding , mon amour ? > 

< Aw noo - I thought I got you this time ! > 

He will probably apologize to you a lot for “ruining” your surprise , trying to make up for it with some extra affection and cuddles …

This frog is just an absolute sweetheart , and he’ll use any excuse he can use to show you just how much he loves you :,//)

< Honey , it’s okay , really ! You don’t have to feel bad about it ! 

I know you can’t help but be careful about what goes on around you , you’re being way too hard on yourself . > 

< Heh , merci y/n … you always know what to say  ~ > 

When you eventually manage to lure Bullfrog in the living room and tell him to look up , you’ll find that all your careful planning was definitely worth it just to see that lovely smile on his face …

< Well , look at that … tu m'as surpris , y/n ~ > 

Now come closer … it’s time I reward your hard work , ne penses tu pas ? ~ > 

Honestly he’ll take any excuse to kiss you , but this occasion feel even more special … You went out of your way to prepare such an adorable surprise for him , so you better believe that you and Bullfrog won’t be leaving your spot under the mistletoe for quite some time ;//) 

Rayman 🧡

Rayman is probably the most smooth and romantic man alive , so he will probably plan for a mistletoe surprise way ahead of you , from the very beginning of the holidays in fact .

Sometimes you can see him carrying Christmas lights around , and you can’t help but have the feeling that he has something in mind … 

< Hold on , let me help you with that Ray … why do you need these many lights anyway ? > 

< Ah , you’ll have to wait and see , honey : I think you’re gonna like it ~ > 

If there is one thing that Rayman loves is creating atmosphere , so the night you eventually go back to his lounge to find it all decorated ( with also tons of gifts for you , cause let’s not forget how much this guy loves to spoil you ;//> ) , you can’t help but feel an overwhelming joy at the thought that he did all of this just to make you smile …

< Heh , I take it you like my little surprise , hm ? ~ >

< Like it ? I love it Ray , it’s amazing ! 

You’re such a sweetheart , thank you so much ~ > 

< No need to thank me , it’s really the least I could do for you y/n !

Though if I were you , I’d take a look at the ceiling for a second … > 

As soon as you look up and see a mistletoe hanging above the two of you , the way you blush in realization is enough to make Rayman’s heart skip a beat …

He just can’t get enough of how beautiful you look right now , your cute features  illuminated by the lights he placed all over the room .

< Heh , I … wanted to make you a mistletoe surprise at some point too , but I think you’ve handled it way better than me , hun . > 

< Don’t worry my love , there’s plenty of time for another one … I’ll gladly take any chances I can get to kiss you , so that’s definitely not a problem for me ~ > 

His incredibly cheesy , adorable comment makes you chuckle , and when you lean forward to meet his lips you can hear Rayman sigh softly while kissing you back , almost like he had been looking forward to that moment all night …

You’re honestly anything he could ever ask for , and if he had the ability to stop time he would be more than happy to do it here under the mistletoe , alone with his beloved ❤️

Ramon 🖤

He isn’t … feeling very festive :

while he does his best to smile when he’s around you , Ramon’s mind is crowded with worries about Eden , about getting the both of you caught , but since you know him better than anyone you were quick to catch up to that . 

< Hey , it’s okay if you don’t feel like doing much for the holidays , y’know ?

We can just stay here and relax . > 

< Yeah , but … I don’t know , I would’ve liked to do something special for you , but we can’t go anywhere without risking to have those assholes notice us … > 

< Ram , we don’t have to … the best gift I could’ve wished for is already here , right next to me , so please don’t worry about that , okay ? > 

< Heh … that was very smooth y/n , not gonna lie ~ 

Seriously though , thank you … it means a lot . > 

Despite what you told him , Ramon is still very determined to find a way to show you his appreciation for everything you’ve done for him , so the moment he finds a mistletoe hidden in a box an idea crosses his mind : 

it may be small , but it might just work . 

< Hey y/n ? Could you come here ? > 

< Coming Ram ! Just give me a second , I was trying to see if we had enough ingredients to make some Christmas cookies … > 

As soon as you reach the living room , you get the feeling that there is something different about it , even though you can’t exactly pin point what it is …

However , when you look up and see the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling you realize what’s going on .

< Aw , that’s so cute love ! I - mm — > 

Before you can even finish your sentence , Ramon’s hands get a hold of you , gently pushing you down to lock your lips in a loving , passionate kiss …

You didn’t really expect that to happen , but you’re definitely not disappointed … not one bit .

< … here … take this as my gift for you , my love ~ 

I know it’s not much , but - > 

< Ramon , sweetie … > 

The moment your hand caresses his hair he immediately melts under your touch , his eyes never leaving yours as you smile tenderly at your boyfriend .

< It was perfect ~ > 

That was the start of a night filled with displays of affection , and while holding you in his arms in your bed Ramon can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world , even though you’re both wanted by Eden’s police forces …

For once , those worries can’t seem to torment him , and he couldn’t be happier . 

[tinyfishtits]

Ooh, an opportunity for more Micah-fic! Might I request a bit of TLC for our favorite roguish rat? (Maybe he's been roughed up a bit, or is feeling a little under the weather but doesn't want to let anyone know.)

Love your work!

YES OF COURSE you can request my literal favorite genre of Micah fic Zana, you beautiful human you. 

I got a little carried away with this one, I hope you like it !! I loved writing it 🥹❣️

TW: Graphic depictions of blood/gore/wound mending

I pushed the stew around my bowl as Mary Beth went on about the new book she was reading, though I heard none of it. Micah had been gone from camp for four days and nobody could even tell me why he’d left in the first place. Some bullshit lead on a job he thought he could tackle on his own no doubt, the cocky bastard. Nobody even noticed he was gone until I brought it up. 

“That explains why it's been so damn pleasant around here lately.” Arthur had said when I asked him about it. I knew what they all thought of him, hell my opinion wasn’t much different… Maybe I'd deluded myself into thinking we’d become friends over the past few months, that him talking to me was anything more than just tolerating my company. 

I’d be lying though, if I said I didn’t care. We’d come to spend most nights together since his return from Strawberry, tipsy and tired by the fire. I looked forward to it. Micah often talked about his father, of his adolescence spent robbing and killing out west. He was an entertaining storyteller to say the least, emphasizing every word with big, grandiose hand movements and even getting up to act certain things out. 

Occasionally I’d talk about my life before the gang as well. Though my stories weren’t nearly as colorful, he always listened. Indulging me with questions about my family, the hobbies I once had that there was no longer time or resources for. He’d folded over with laughter when I told him I used to love needlepoint. Saying, “By the looks of your mending, sweetheart, I’d wager that was time wasted!”

The last time I saw him we had barely talked at all. I’d been uncharacteristically exhausted after spending the day helping Pearson when Sadie refused to. And ended up drifting off against the log he sat upon, cleaning his gun. Though I’d woken sometime later to him having moved to the ground beside me, my head on his shoulder as he carved aimlessly at a scrap of wood. When I woke again in the morning, he was gone. 

“Isn’t that just so romantic?” Mary Beth crooned, her attention on me. 

“Sorry, what?” I asked, pushing my stew away. My stomach was too knotted up to eat, I knew I was probably being stupid and irrational, if Micah were here to see how I was acting he would say as much. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. 

Mary Beth looked me over more closely, “Are you alright? You look…”

“Fine. I- I’m fine, Mary Beth. I’m gonna go on a walk, don’t wait up okay?” I said, rising from the table.

“Oh, Okay!” She called out to me as I walked toward the path out of camp. It was probably a stupid idea. No, it definitely was. Walking around at sunset, alone, without a single weapon on me… I just needed to move, to feel like I was doing something other than waiting. A pathetic part of me hoped I would find him out here somehow, just stumble upon him trotting back toward camp completely fine.

I walked along the cliff edge toward Caliban’s Seat, making it halfway before dusk was upon me. Reluctantly, I turned back for camp, not at all looking forward to the restless night that awaited me there. That was when I spotted him.

“Baylock?” I called out to the black horse who was galloping up the hillside, his saddle empty. My stomach dropped at the sight. Even in the darkness, I knew it was him. He whinnied and reared up on his back legs as I neared. “Shh boy, you’re okay.” I hushed, holding a hand out to the wild eyed horse. He huffed and snorted at my hand, but let me approach. Giving him some comforting pats I looked around for any sign of him being robbed, a struggle, blood, anything to give a reason as to why he was alone. But there was nothing. He had just… run off. 

“Where’s Micah?” I whispered to the horse. He had to be close, surely. With Baylock calmed, at least enough to mount, I jumped on the saddle and led him back down the hill where he’d come. 

The full moon rising in the sky aided in my search, illuminating the surrounding forest enough that I wasn’t completely blind. Though Baylock did most of the navigating for me. He brought me through the section of forest that had been badly burned in an old brush fire, the ground still black, no life having braved the area just yet. I’d noticed it on our journey in from Colter. He was taking me to the base of Caliban’s Seat.

“Micah?” I called out to the darkness. Baylock whinnied in response, stomping his feet as we came to the tree line. He refused to go any further. “Micah?” I called again, and this time I got a faint groan in response. Jumping from the saddle I ran toward the sound some fifty yards ahead in the clearing. 

“ FUCK!” I yelled, jumping back and falling on my ass, the bright yellow eyes of a cougar staring back at me through the tall grass. It took a moment to catch my breath and realize the beast was dead. Though its eyes still shone ominously in the darkness. 

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Micah moaned. I jumped again, not having noticed him so close. He sat on the ground beside me, his back against a tree. He seemed… fine. 

“What… Happened?” I finally managed to say. 

“It got me. I got it.” He said simply, gesturing to the cougar with a lazy wave of the revolver still clutched in his hand.

Getting up from the dirt I crawled the few feet over to where he sat, my hands hovering over him hesitantly as I tried to pinpoint where exactly it had got him. Sensing the silent question he turned his back to me with a pained groan. I gasped. 

His shirt was hanging on by threads. Three deep claw marks had torn through it from the shoulder all the way down to the hem of his pants. Blood oozed from the slashes, tar black in the darkness. 

“ Shit.” I whispered, “You need a doctor. We need to get you back to camp!” 

“No” He groaned. 

“But… Micah you can't see it, its-” 

“ No.” He said firmly, leaning back against the tree with a wince. “I’ve got supplies in the saddlebags, enough to make camp here and patch up.”

I just stared at him, speechless at his nonchalance toward the whole thing. Fully expecting me to just go along with his plan, he started unbuttoning his shirt. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“ You are going to stitch me up, sweetheart.” 

“No…” Sickness twisted in my stomach at the prospect, “ No! Micah… I- I can’t.” 

The bastard didn’t listen. He just kept working to undo his shirt as I sat there completely frozen at his side. Leaning heavily on the tree for stability, he rose to his feet and whistled for Baylock. The horse came obediently to him, nuzzling his nose into Micah’s neck with a huff. 

“Hey boy…” Micah whispered to him, stretching with a groan to pull a peach from the saddle bag, “Sorry about that…” Lovingly stroking the horse's nose, Micah sighed, resting his forehead against the animal. I’d never seen Baylock calmer in my life. 

Rifling through the saddlebags I found some half drunken tonics, a bottle of whiskey and a crude wound dressing kit with - much to my horror - a needle and thread. I knew it had to be done… If not sewn up by me tonight, the cuts would almost certainly fester into something much worse by morning. My many failed attempts at cross stitching and cloth mending flashed behind my eyes, the nausea growing as I pictured my messy, uneven stitches threading through skin.   

I took a swig of the whiskey before handing it over to Micah, who raised a brow at me. “You’re gonna need it…” I said, my voice shakily betraying the anxiety coursing through me. He chugged a good quarter of the bottle before chucking it aside. 

“And this.” I held out a tonic for him, hoping if all else failed, it might keep infection at bay at the very least. He chugged that too, his eyelids heavy when he met my gaze again. “Just sit down, I’ll start a fire… Are you hungry?” I about gagged just saying the word. The thought of eating churning my stomach even more. 

I don't know if it was my own reaction or if he too was an anxious wreck at the prospect of me stitching him up, but he mercifully declined the offer of food. I made quick work of a fire, setting our camp up a ways away from the wild cat corpse that was already starting to attract flies. 

Micah sat beside the fire, his shirt now fully discarded. The image of him lit by the warm, flickering firelight sent a strange sense of calm through me, as if this was just any other night. A sparkling sheen of sweat already coated his torso. He glanced sidelong at me and I averted my gaze... hoping my lingering stare could be attributed to his wound and not his half naked form. Blush burning at my cheeks I asked, "How did it happen?" 

"Wrong place..." He grunted, running a hand through his hair. "Wrong time." 

Whiskey in hand, I kneeled at his back. "I didn't think cougars even came this far east..." I said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder I guided him to turn so his back was to the fire, he did so with another pained groan that made my heart ache. It was about to get so much worse, I was about to make it so much worse. 

"They don't." He grumbled, snatching the whiskey from my hand for one last sip before returning it to my grasp. 

“This is gonna hurt…” I warned. He and I both took a deep breath and when he exhaled I poured the alcohol over his wound. His breathing halted as he held back a cry of pain, only deep growling groans escaping him as his breath came back in stuttering bursts before calming once more. 

“Sorry…” I whispered, finally exhaling my own breath. 

“Don’t start that…” He said, a bit breathless. Reaching a hand back to me he squeezed my knee in a small but comforting gesture. “I don't need you apologizing every time you stick me with a needle neither, doll.”

Grabbing the whiskey bottle, he took another generous chug. “Okay… Do it.” He sighed. 

Opening the little tin of needle and thread… I hesitated. The needle was so small. Stitching up the wounds would take an hour, probably more. Dousing my hands with alcohol I reached out to touch the edge of one of the slashes, testing the sensitivity. He inhaled sharply at the gentle touch. Seemingly sensing his pain, Baylock huffed and lowered himself to the ground beside us, his large black head resting on Micahs lap. 

“Micah…” I whispered. I didn’t know if I could stomach the pain I would be putting him through. He didn’t say anything, but squeezed my knee once more. Gently moving his long hair over his shoulder and out of the way, I brought the needle to the largest slash and with a deep breath, inserted it into the skin. 

He didn’t flinch or cry out in pain, only tightening his grip on my knee as I drove the needle through the fatty skin visible in the crevice of the wound. In, through, in and out again. Were the only thoughts in my head as I concentrated, tying each suture closed with several knots before moving on to the next. 

Once I got into the rhythm of it my anxiety eased, the nausea in my stomach subsiding along with it. The gore of his back becoming just another piece of ripped fabric that needed mending. It helped that Micah stayed impressively still during the whole process, only occasionally wincing when my needle drifted too deep into the wound.

When I finished the first of three slashes I turned to look him over. His face had gone pale and his eyes clamped shut. He never did release his grip on my leg. 

“Two more cuts to go…” I said, mostly to myself but Micah’s head perked up, a small groan escaping his lips. I had no idea how much time had passed from when I’d started stitching, but the moon was high overhead by the time I finished. It must have been at least two in the morning. 

Knotting off the last stitch I sat back, looking over my work. It wasn’t pretty by any means, the slashes red and jagged. But it was done. 

“Well, you’ll have an impressive scar at least.” I said, pouring the last of the whiskey over my work for good measure. He didn’t even flinch this time, his back probably so numb with pain already from the hours of tedious work it barely registered anymore. 

“Micah?” I whispered, his hand tightened on my knee in response but he made no sound. Leaning into his shoulder, I pressed a gentle kiss to the unmarred skin there. A low moan escaped him. 

“What was that for?” He mumbled.

“A kiss to make it better…” I whispered against his skin, peppering two more kisses up his shoulder, one for each wound. “Mmm…” He hummed, his hand slowly snaking up my thigh. The contact shot electricity into my core, the pit of my stomach churning with a kind of anxious anticipation. I took his wandering hand in mine and kissed that too. 

“Are you hungry?” I asked in an attempt to change the subject. Leaning in to meet his gaze, his pupils were blown wide, his eyes almost completely black as he looked at me. A smile spread over his lips. 

“That a trick question?” He slurred, wrapping an arm around my waist. He practically fell into me, his hot, whiskey tinged breath on my neck as he pulled me in closer.

“You're drunk.” I said matter-of-factly, but made no effort to push him away. I didn’t want him drunkenly falling back on his fresh stitches, but mostly I just… didn’t want him to let go.  

“Mmhmm...” He hummed, “And hungry.” his lips just barely grazed my skin as he spoke. 

His flirty retort was an empty threat. Slowly, his body relaxed into mine, going heavier and heavier until he was completely slack in my arms. With a sigh, I sat back, carefully resting against Baylock who had stayed loyally by Micah’s side through the entire ordeal. 

Micah’s face nuzzled sleepily into the crook of my neck, his arms wrapped around my waist as snuggled into me like I was his own personal pillow. He was completely splayed out on top of me, effectively pinning me in place between him and the horse. Unable and unwilling to move, I just held him against me, a hand softly stroking at his hair while the other traced lazily at the unwounded skin of his bare back. 

He let out a long, content sigh and mumbled something into my neck. 

“What?” I whispered. He turned his head away from my skin just enough to speak more clearly. 

“I’m glad it was you.” He said, his strong hands pressing into my back as he spoke, as if he was making sure I was real, that I was there with him. “That you were the one… that you found me.” His voice trailed off sleepily.

Something about his admission brought a wetness to my eyes that threatened to break through my resolve. I hadn’t truly allowed myself to absorb the scene I’d stumbled upon tonight. How much worse it could have been… Holding him closer I breathed, “ Me too…” my voice barely even a whisper. 

Exhaustion soon came to consume us both. With a final soft kiss to his temple, all three of us drifted off to sleep under the stars. 

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Virtual Intimacy (Rui x Reader)

Based off my silly headcannons for the ghouls!

Beginning notes;

Originally this wasn't gonna be an x reader, but plans change! things happen! And I couldn't pass up the opportunity of Rui fluff with a tinge of angst

I also realized this is my first tkdb x reader? Yay me!

sfw, GN Reader, Reader and Rui are dating, fluff,

You were scrolling aimlessly through WickChat when Rui, your beloved boyfriend, texted you.

Hey my little bunny 😘

"Bunny". That's what he called you. You used to think it was cheesey, but the name has grown on you.

You free to come over? I just had the greatest idea ✨

-An idea?

Yup yup! You'll have to come over and see! ❣️

You couldn't help but feel a little curious. Rui always knew exactly how to keep you hooked.

-I'll be over soon <3

Yay!!! See you soon, bunny

You smirked at your phone before turning it off and shoving it into your pocket and making your way out of your room.

Because of Rui's curse, the two of you couldn't be physically affectionate in any way, so you've come up with other ways to show your love. You usually change it up every month or so to keep things fresh.

Lately you've been giving him a new succulent every time you come over to Obscuary to see him. There was something kind of romantic about nurturing a plant and giving it to a loved one for them to care for. This time, you were going to give him your string-of-pearls plant. You almost felt a little bad, bombarding him with all these succulents, but the image of his bright smile washed away any doubt that they were a burden.

Before you knew it, you were at the front door of the gothic Obscuary mansion. You reach your hand outward to knock on the door, but it swings open before you can even lift your hand above your waist.

"Bunny! There you are!"

You're greeted by an enthusiastic Rui, smiling widely at you.

"Hey, Rui! I brought you another succulent- I hope you don't mind..."

You present Rui with a small pot, no bigger than the average person's hand, with the string-of-pearls rooted inside it. He takes great care not to touch you even with his gloved hands as he lifts the pot from you.

"Aw, thank you, bunny! You're such a sweetheart"

Rui holds the door open for you as you step into the victorian abode.

"C'mon, I need you to help me find the perfect spot for this little guy."

He gestures for you to follow him, leading you into his room. Rui scans over a long shelf filled with succulents, looking for the perfect spot for his new plant baby. You watch him with adoration as you crawl into his bed and hug one of his pillows. It's the closest thing you have to actually hugging him.

"So- about that 'great idea' you had..."

Rui turns his head towards you with a grin.

"I wanted you to play one of my favorite games with me!"

You cock your head as you squeeze the pillow tighter. He makes his way to his computer, logging in and booting up The Sims 4.

"I thought it'd be fun if we made each other in game! I'll go first, mkay?"

You nod along and pull up a chair beside him, trying to get as close as you can without putting yourself in danger. You watch as Rui quickly gets to work, making a sim in your image. His eyes dart around the catalog as he finds the perfect clothes for your virtual twin.

"What do you think of this, bunny? isn't it cute?"

"Eh... it's not really my style"

Rui pouts a little.

"You're right, my bad!"

He quickly clicks through each clothing tab, looking for the perfect outfit with an intense focus. You stare deeply into his concentrated magenta eyes. It's kind of adorable seeing him so passionate about something.

"You're... really into this, aren't you?"

"Of course! I wanna make sure I get every single detail of your beautiful self as accurately as possible!"

Rui smiles at you before pushing himself off the desk and rolling away in his chair.

"Bunny~! It's your turn to make me~!"

You scooch forward in your chair and grab hold of the mouse. It's still warm from Rui's touch. He watches you with adoration as you explore the UI of the game. You hesitantly begin molding the virtual avatar into the image of Rui, a little afraid that he wouldn't like your version of him. Every time you glance back over at him for reference, he gives you a smile or blows you a kiss.

"Sorry... I'm not as good at this game as you are..."

You apologize after finishing the digital clone. Rui happily pulls himself back in front of the desk as he looks at your work.

"Wow bunny! It looks just like me!"

With a weak smile, you watch as Rui skillfully clicks through text boxes and confirmation popups.

"What city do you think we should live in? San Myshuno? Maybe Willow Creek? Ooh how about De Sol Valley or Windenberg?"

You stare blankly at your boyfriend who's practically speaking gibberish to you.

"Let's.... just go with Willow Creek. It's a classic."

You nod along, still not understanding a thing.

"I usually build my own houses when I play, but I'm so super excited to play with you! So, pre-made lot it is!"

"Mmh-hm...okay"

It was obvious you felt completely out of your element, but Rui seemed to be enjoying your company regardless.

"You wanna decorate the house before we play?"

"It's fine as is. Besides, you look like you're gonna pass out from how restless you are to actually get into the game."

"Guilty~!! You know me so well, Bunny!"

You let out a little laugh at Rui's compliment. Your adorable boyfriend wastes no time before laughing with you.

"Mkay, this is what I wanted to show you so super badly!!"

You raise your eyebrows as Rui clicks away at more text bubbles.

"Ready? Ready?"

Not even waiting for your response, Rui clicks one last time before the digital avatars you made wrap their arms around each other in a tight hug. It obviously didn't make you feel any of the physical stimuli gained from hugging, but it was sweet to see yourself hugging your beloved boyfriend. It's something the both of you fantasize about often, but seeing it so vividly, even if it's just in a game, gives you both a warm tingling feeling of joy.

Rui looks at you eagerly with his bright charming smile.

"So? Did you like the surprise??"

You smile back at him while you squeeze your knee as if to squeeze his.

"I did."

It wasn't as groundbreaking or exciting as if you were actually able to hold him, but you could tell by Rui's expression that this was a big thing for him.

"Great!! 'Cus there's so much more we could do in the game!! We can kiss and cuddle and get married and have kids!! If you want, of course!"

Rui ecstatically beams, his smile like a bright light in the deep abyss of the ocean. His sweet and genuine grin warmed you right up like a ray of sunshine.

"I love you, Rui."

You say, just barely whispering. And somehow, his smile widens even more.

"I love you too, Bunny."

Ending Notes;

Woohoo!! (pun intended) I'm finally finished with this!!!

I feel like it's too short, especially with how long I spent on it... but that's how I feel about everything..... Anyways!! I hope you all enjoyed this little fic! Now that this is done, I'm gonna try and focus on finishing up the anon requests I got.

Speaking of requests... I am taking them! I work slowly, but I do work!!!

I wish all my adorable little humans happy holidays!! Zombie kisses for you all mwah mwah mwah!!!!

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Happy Birthday David Dastmalchian 🎂🎉🎁🎈

To celebrate, I'm stealing borrowing from my friend's @polkadotjohnson amazing idea of making a Top 10 Loved/Hottest roles of his, with an honourable mention for both~ Here's 30 of my most adored characters of his with little snippets for each, it's a looooong read, and if anyone else wants to make their own, here's a tierlist I made for this exact purpose 💗💗💗

10.

💘 Love of my Life - Dr Fearless

My cringefail boyfriend, I love every single headcanon I hear about him. He was so damn cute even before I fell in love, and now every time I see him I start giggling and kicking my feet lol 😚 I adore how much fun DD has with him, and honestly I’m gunna dress as a vampire for Halloween this year /)w(\ been like 20+ years but I really really wanna do it!

🔥 Hottest Role - Whistling Marauder (Bird Box)

Mother of mercy. We rewatched the whole movie just for him, so naturally he shows up near the end and then died ;w; but that outfit, holy hell. Oh my god. I’m such a sucker for bad boys and this guy is going around forcing people to stare at this eldrich being that’ll destroy you or drive you mad. And he looks goddamn great while doing it. Gunna attach myself to the chain on his jeans. Okay I’m normal again, what a way to start off the list lmao

❣️ Honourable Mention - Luke (Singled Out)

Douchebag. Shitty brother who’s also great if only to save his own ass. Thief. Pure idiot. Irresistible. I knew the moment I saw the clips on youtube that he would so be my type, and seeing the full pilot only proved that. Dude picked a burger over getting his sister, he would treat me so wrong half the time, but then he’d make me waffles and it’d be all better 😊

9.

💘 Love of my Life - The Writer (Making Love)

This one breaks my heart so much. I’ve been in a relationship like this before, and I really want to save him from his. He’s beautiful, he’s talented, his outfit is hot as hell with all the rings and bracelets and necklaces, not to mention the undone shirt buttons, he’s got the emo bangs, he is the complete package for me. The only reason he isn’t higher is because I fell for many others first. I almost never watched this one because my brain was going haywire trying to imagine what kinda scenes I’d find in something with a title like that, and sure enough my face was so red the entire time since I watched with headphones and it starts with him whispering right in my ear, like him asking, ‘Do you love me?’ nearly made me cry, I love him so much. If I could bring specifically him to life I would love the hell outta him until he stopped needing such a painful, self-destructive fake love with the Woman QwQ

❣️ Honourable Mention - Nick (Love is an Elevator)

This one is just a silly little guy /)w(\ right from the start he’s so adorable, I would melt if anything even close to his interaction happened to me, and him just swooning and saying she was beautiful before bailing in tears is so me-coded TwT I would love to go out on a date with him!

🔥 Hottest Role - Abra Kadabra (The Flash)

Abra was so tricky to place because I love him, but as soon as I remembered his buckle outfit from his second episode I knew he had to go under Hot. Like, again, I’m so weak. I love his attitude, I love how he just wants that applause for his showmanship, his ‘powers’ are cool as hell, and DD has the wand in his home now and I think that’s so damn cool 😊 The reveal with him wanting to bring back his alternate timeline family was so sweet I almost cried, and he definitely didn’t deserve to be killed out so instantly right after his redemption. Not even a fan/watcher of the show, but in my head I’m having Flash warn him about it since he’s from the future, so he’s fine now 😌

8.

💘 Love of my Life - James Lewis (Teacher)

James was also incredibly difficult to place because I love him so much ;w; The entire movie I was rooting for him, guy did nothing wrong in the face of what was going on around him, and granted he did take things too far, but… villains are hot 😳 so I won through that entire movie. And he lived! And kept getting to teach! I remember I pointed at the screen when he was putting books away cause that’s my job lol I felt truly close to him in that short moment 😂 Anyway, Arabella didn’t deserve him, like she wasn't into it from the moment they met, every single time he talked she would do this 😬 guy was going through hell and was very clearly in a bad place all around, I can’t fault him for drunkenly saying the wrong thing if it were me, even if it did really hurt me. Gunna give him a new wedding ring to put on when he gets outta prison.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Hector (Premature)

He’s so cute!!! I may be weak for villains, but I adore his sweeter roles as well, I’m so glad I got to see him. If I moved to a new city and he was my neighbour I’d know I’d be okay, because honestly he needs to be my roommate like yesterday. A chef who’s afraid to cook because of OCD, I’m sure he’d be able to help me with my own cooking from a safe distance, and I already have some practice as my sibling has OCD and is very strict about how her food is handled, so I’ll have come full circle. I just need to make him more okay with cuddles first…

🔥 Hottest Role - Denham (A Killer of Men)

Denham was another one that was hard to place, because that axe twirls makes me insane, but with what little screentime he gets it all evens out. Another great villain, he’s just senseless violence in a bloody wedding dress and he works it. Love the look, love the vibe, if the world ended and the whole gang was coming at me I’d be honoured if he was the one who got me (I swear I’m not that deranged lmao just thirsty)

7.

💘 Love of my Life - Simon Lynch (Almost Human)

Even now I feel like Simon should be higher, especially since I’ve written my fic about him as well as my deep dive. I’ve said it before but my heart really went out to him, the deep dive says way more than I can fit it here, which probably means he should be higher lol so give that (and maybe the fic too 👉👈😌) a read if you haven’t already, all my love for him went into both.

❣️ Honourable Mention - James Harris (The Employer)

Another adorable character, the bar flashbacks had me blushing every time. We all knew it’d be him, but I’m so glad he pulled through at the end. I want this one to be happy, especially after everything he went through. Absolutely cutiepie, gunna be the one to pay for his dinner after he gets home 😊

🔥 Hottest Role - Dwight Pollard (Gotham)

Since I go into all of his roles blind, I had no idea what to expect for this one, but from the start I was hooked. Having him be a crazed cult leader with the biggest, most feral smile and laugh ever stole my heart the things I would let this man do to me sakndskjds I liveblogged his eps to a friend of mine who’s seen Gotham and has been trying to get me to watch it for ages cause I love DC, so she was thrilled as I sat here screaming about everything leading up to his ending :’D I’ve gotten some encouragement to write him, so when I do it’s gunna be so insane I’ll have to tag the hell outta it lmao (btw making these gifs nearly killed me oh my god I need him)

6.

💘 Love of my Life - Joshua Whitmore (Cass)

All the pain I went through trying to get this movie was worth it because it all led to him. I love him, I adore him, I’m so incredibly glad that so many others got to see him and love him too thanks to my trials and tribulations. DD’s only artist role, I got to connect with him on a personal level not shared with the others, and my desire to make sure he’s safe and taken care of is so strong that I wrote 26k about him, they’re two of my most favourite things I’ve ever written. I’ve thrown the ending of the movie out and completely placed it with my own, which can be found in my fics, and until Hugh Schulze DMs me personally and tells me what his vision was, that’s what I’m sticking with forever. So rest easy, he’s free from New York and buyers and dealers and the street and he’s safe and happy and painting again ;w;

❣️ Honourable Mention - Thomas Schiff (The Dark Knight)

The OG, a lot of people’s first roles of his, including mine. I remember seeing this movie in theaters when it came out so that means I saw him up there, on the big screen, and something about him stuck around in my brain until I finally realized my love QwQ Even if he isn’t as fleshed out in my mind to make the actual list, I still needed to include him in some way, I hope he got placed somewhere that wasn't Arkham after Batman stepped in.

🔥 Hottest Role - Cam (Relaxer)

I will never watch Relaxer again. Couldn’t even do it while I was making his scenepack cause so many horrible things happen to Abbie I couldn’t take it. But Cam, oh my god, I need this man. Someday I wanna write this huge fic about the reader trying to date him, and there’s no redemption. He’s still terrible at the end. But that’s what we all love about him, how shitty he is and how the potential is there for him to make us all worse. He sucks, but in the best way, and I kinda need him to maybe bully me please 😳 (making that first gif nearly made me blackout why is he doing pushups)

5.

💘 Love of my Life - Bob Taylor (Prisoners)

When I started adding names to my list of men I loved, Bob wasn't even on it at first I think, despite liking him in the movie. Then I saw more with him and added him to crushes. Now I’m fully in love with him, and he breaks my heart every single day. He was hurting for so long, even when we were watching I couldn’t place the blame on him while the rest of my family were convinced just like Loki that he was the one, but no matter what I couldn’t. The second I saw his sweet smile I told them there was no way it was him, and sure enough I was right. Another character who didn’t deserve what happened to him, I’ve been slowly helping him with my headcanons, but in my personal queue I have a fic planned for him and he will have no more sad days when I do 😭 I also have a bunny plush I’d had for years, my dad bought it for me and it’s been sitting on my bed ever since, and when I’m sad I hold it and pretend Bob gave it to me, it’s honestly got me through some much needed therapy because if he could go about his day with that kind of trauma then I could be brave and call about my own mental health :’)

❣️ Honourable Mention - Lonny Crane (The Belko Experiment)

This one’s a bit of a double whammy, cause I love him, but the switch to violence had me staring 👀 Either way, he didn’t deserve his death, but since it is a killing game type movie he was doomed from the start, at least his seemed instant 🥺 Someday I’ll write a fixit for him too, it was just too much for him back to back to back, he really didn’t deserve his final moments to have him as a villain even though I would really love to be lifted up like that aklskjdskds okay I’m normal again

🔥 Hottest Role - Ray Watkins (The Rookie)

Have you seen this man? No really, have you seen him? The twirl, the shirt lifting on his hips, the cold but also fun villainy, the nonchalance to mask the cruelness underneath. I need him. This one is not a Want, he is a Need and I need him. I hope that he gets to come back in the future to fully wrap up his plot along with the cop’s plot, pleasepleaseplease, otherwise I will die unsatisfied.

4.

💘 Love of my Life - Kurt Goreshter (Ant-Man 1-2)

I believe he might’ve been the second role I’d ever seen, but only after I really got into the MCU after Endgame. I skipped Ant-Man in my original watches, since I was mostly just into the Avengers and Cap (mainly Bucky lol) in general, but when I finally did a full marathon I really enjoyed the first movie. Cannot remember my feelings for him now since it’s been about 4 years, but I do know when I went back to rewatch in March I fell the second I saw him 🥰 the hair, the accent, the outfit AGAIN, and those hand tattoos, this is another Perfect Man. My crush on him is incredibly strong, it told me that yeah I was really starting to fall for DD (at that point I’d just seen Demeter a few times, and then Oppenheimer on accident) and it officially kicked off my marathon that eventually led me to my collection I have today. 

❣️ Honourable Mention - Lester Billings (The Boogeyman)

My family actually watched this without me way before my crush began, so when I saw he was in it I just had to finally sit down and watch it myself. Cue me hurriedly typing to my sibling when he showed up lol this man is SAD! He’s so beautiful and sad, I just wanna make a new family with him (I would be a parent for him, that’s the extent of my love) so he can be happy again. I love the backstory I made up for him way more than the original story, sorry Stephen King but you made him awful and I don’t want that one. I’m gunna save this man and he WILL smile again, that’s a Ray Guarantee.

🔥 Hottest Role - The Vampire (Cora)

Now, to start, this one falls prey to Very Bad Writing Choices. I will not deny that. Like, even with the allegory of the whole thing (that I did not see cause I just saw a short vampire story honestly) it's very much Not Good. But that’s why I’m removing him from the short and keeping him. In fact, go read polkadotjohnson’s fics on him, they’re fantastic and I adore how she wrote him. I someday wish to do my own, because otherwise everyone who can’t look past the Very Bad Writing Choices are getting straight up robbed of this one. Those double fangs need to introduce themselves to my neck pronto, you see what I’m saying? He’s so goddamn hot, DD needs to play a very serious vampire role again so everyone can see the Vision, he wants to do it, I need to win the lottery so I can fund this movie myself, that’s my new life’s goal.

3.

💘 Love of my Life - Jack Delroy (Late Night With the Devil)

The first movie I saw in theaters after my crush began! My friend saw him in a tweet about it and linked me to it so I thought it was already out, but I ended up having to wait two weeks and it nearly killed me ;w; I went in completely blind, which is good cause the trailer spoils so many great shots unfortunately, and the entire time I was swooning. Like, I usually whisper to my sibling during movies if we have comments, we’re very talkative at home when we watch stuff, but this time I was just sitting there staring with hearts in my eyes without pause. I’m in love with this man, plain and simple, I’m so glad I was able to get to see it since it didn’t come to the theater closest, we had to drive an hour away and when dad joked about me paying for the tickets since I was the one who wanted to see it, I did in a heartbeat. I wanted to see it again, but it was only there a couple weeks, so by the time I was able to go it was gone and I’m still upset about it. I’d sell my soul for this man, I love writing for him so much, I’m so glad my crush on Wojchek bloomed just in time for me to see this.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Hank (Virgin Alexander)

I avoided this one at first because the trailer was making me cringe and I was going crazy over what kinda sexy awkward role he’d have in it, but I was pleasantly surprised in the end. I think the movie is actually cute, despite some stuff still making me cringe, and Hank is literally the most perfect boyfriend. If he showed up randomly in my life I would date him in a second, hands down. He’s so shaped like a friend, I know I’d always have fun with him even when we’re not Having Fun, and that’s all you can ever ask for in a relationship 😊

🔥 Hottest Role - Breck Montanari (Double Black)

Okay first of all I gave him that last name. Second of all, I wrote 70k about this man and I am so in love with him that I own him now. I’ve taken him from Sara Woomer, he’s mine now. He has a full past, gave him a future and a partner, there’s no way I couldn’t have fallen in love with him. Unfortunately that fic will never be shared as it’s private, but know that, again, until Sara Woomer DMs me personally and shares everything else about this world, this is my new canon for him. And the cult. And the entire area where he lives. And several of the members. And the new Double Black who was such a chill dude that I made my bff love him too. This is my secret legacy. He only lost out to my #2 because there’s no way he couldn’t be my #2.

2.

💘 Love of my Life - Wojchek (The Last Voyage of the Demeter)

The reason I finally learned his name QwQ I went into this movie blind, dad really wanted to see it and I love horror so I went with him, and the second I saw him I said, ‘Oh that guy! I know that guy!’ since by then I’d seen Kurt and Abner a few years earlier and vaguely remembered him. I spent the whole movie then dreading his end thanks to the opening lines, and I’m pretty sure I quietly yelled at the screen when he fell and then got got after praying he’d be okay TwT After Abner, he’s the first DD role I ever shipped with, and when my crush officially restarted I ended up writing my entire plot for him and Addy that night before bed. I love him so much, he’s my jolly sailor bold who stole my heart by crying over the thought of having to lose his home. He’ll forever own a special place in my heart because of all this, I can’t imagine anyone else taking this spot.

🔥 Hottest Role - Murdoc (MacGyver 2016)

Murdoc was the first TV role of his I checked out after I saw as many movies as I could that interested me (mostly all the ones on Prime sans a couple, my collection was very very small by then) and the moment I saw him be mentioned I was ready to go. The Alice in Wonderland vague text, running and then getting shocked before falling two floors, showing up with that hair, I was not prepared for everything else they were about to throw at me. Murdoc is one of my most favourite characters now, he’s so much fun, I adore everything about him, I’ve only edited with him twice and written him once, but I need to do both so much more! This one is hot as fuck, he’s adorable, he loves his son, he’s got tools, he’s utterly sadistic, he’s a silly little guy. This is another Perfect Man, I cannot wait to decide on his plot with Addy because there’s too many fun possibilities I honestly might just make multiple.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Willy Cunningham (The Domestics)

Now… you might all be thinking… why the hell is this guy a #2 honourable mention in the face of all the others… and the answer is… I’m a freak 😀 I’ll never say, but my eyes were opened to him, and my god, I will literally never be the same. I just need him and that insanely feral energy okay, lemme have this.

1.

💘 Love of my Life - Abner Krill (The Suicide Squad)

The love that started it all, I think I fell for him the moment he walked outta his cell and got teased. The love I feel for him goes so deep, it only compares to one other, and whenever I work on my plot for him and Addy I always get choked up. The ultimate one who didn’t deserve what he got, I actually refused to watch the movie again after he died, straight up did not watch until my marathon started, and as soon as I saw him in that cell it all came back. I instantly fell back in love with him, and thus his Addy plot has the most love put into it to make sure he’s happy and safe. I thought that maybe there’d be another to win my heart as my marathon grew, but nope he’s still there sharing it with my other #1, and seeing him can instantly bring a smile to my face no matter how I’m feeling. 

After the movie I read the trivia again and my crush on DD himself began, so it’s all thanks to him and Wojchek that I’ve met the people I know today and have created so many things in such a short time. When I hit my lowest low in years I just sat at my desk and held the funko I have of him and just cried it all out, and it honestly helped me get out of that spiral. Thanks to him I now have a Polka-Dot Man collection (still missing one figure and maybe a signed print and poster 👉👈🥰) and if I could get a plushie of him to join the ton I already have I’d buy him in a second. Maybe someday, if I have any courage, I’ll bring my funko or something to a con where DD is attending and get it signed, either him or my other #1, and I’ll cherish it forever.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Jude (Animals)

Like all the others, I went into this movie completely blind. I didn’t know DD wrote it or its significance to him until after it was over and the credits rolled. So the entire time I was watching I was falling in love with him, he was so incredibly my type in the moments he was actually happy that it’s insane, I spent the whole movie just saying how much I would date him in better circumstances. We were sadly betting which one of them was going to die as things just got worse, me and my sibling were watching so miserably, and then we were rewarded with a happy ending despite the bittersweetness. And then the credits rolled, after me repeatedly wondering why he’d accept a role like this after knowing at least about his addiction and it all fell into place. I haven’t been able to watch again so far now that I know a lot of what happened to Jude also happened to him, it breaks my heart too much, but I still love him deep down and I hope he was also able to heal after the credits rolled.

🔥 Hottest Role - Johnson (Reprisal)

Tied for first with Abner as the ultimate love of my life and claiming this one all to himself, Johnson is the Most Perfect Man. Literally, no other DD role can top him in my heart aside from Abner. I honestly almost skipped Reprisal entirely because the promo image on his imdb didn’t grab me (I’m such a fake fan I’m so ashamed of myself), but when I was done with everything else and wanted to see more, I downloaded it without ep9 since he wasn't in it, and started watching. What followed next was me falling so in love with the show that I spent forever trying to get that missing episode back from near dead torrents cause I needed to watch it even though he wasn't in it. Reprisal is my Roman Empire, I am constantly thinking about it and him and Matty, not just for my fic but just because I love it all so fucking much. 

Johnson himself is so fascinating, I’m incredibly in love with him and everything about him, he’s unlike any other role DD has played that there’s a complete disconnect in my mind, he’s just Johnson. He’s so goddamn hot I missed out on literally everything the first round because I was watching him so hard, Matty and Ethan were nonexistent to me and I’m madly in love with Matty now so let that sink in, and when I rewatched it immediately after with my parents it was like I was watching for the first time. I’m loving writing for him (and Matty and Ethan of course) so much that my thoughts go back to him daily, and it almost always includes me being on the verge of tears because of how insanely good this script is and how these boys bring me so much joy while also shattering my heart. 

Making the gif below no joke did make me cry like this show is my greatest weakness right now you guys don't even understand how much it and Johnson mean to me.

I need to edit more for him and them and the show in general, if I had endless money and all the confidence in the world I would truly fund this show single handedly so it can finish the way it was supposed to. I’m so mad at Hulu for giving me the greatest love(s) of my life before taking him away years before I’d ever know him, with no physical media or merch to at least collect to numb the pain. At some point I need to get some promo pics printed out as actual posters, I need this show on my wall so I can always see him.

[linos-luna]

Needy 🥀❣️

Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

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Warning: smut, fingering, making out, light angst?

Synopsis: You’re not used to physical touch. Your childhood wasn’t exactly the best. In fact it was full of neglect. No one to tell you how proud they are of you or give you a hug when needed. No one to comfort you. So when you started dating Yeonjun this was all new. And getting intimate for the first time, you find yourself very needy for his touch…

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Sitting on yeonjun’s lap, you found yourself passionately making out with him. You were shaking a little and your boyfriend gently rubbed your sides to comfort you.

You and Yeonjun have dated for a bit now and you were slowly getting more used to his touch. It took awhile for you to even hug him without it being awkward. And you’ve kissed a few times but never made out like this. It was exciting but also scary.

“You’re a good kisser, baby.” Yeonjun says while kissing down your neck. “Good good kisser…”

You blush at the comment and he goes back to kissing your lips while holding onto your hips and lightly moving you over his clothed cock, which was getting hard.

You moaned into the kiss at the feeling and found yourself grinding harder on him.

“Mm-mmm…. J-junnie…?” You stutter, pulling away from his lips for a moment. “F-feel funny…”

“Yeah baby?” He says while rubbing you under your skirt. “Do you like it?”

“Mm… I-I don’t know— I-…” you couldn’t formulate a sentence and instead had some tears roll down your cheeks. You were scared and he could feel it.

“Hey, it’s okay baby.” Yeonjun held your hips in place then wiped away your tears. “You’re doing good, we can stop.”

“Okay…” you nod and hug him. He kissed your forehead and held you.

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A little bit later after dinner you waited in Yeonjun’s room while he showered. He wanted to take you out for some boba tea but wanted to freshen up first.

As you sat on the bed, you got a tingly feeling under your skirt. You were thinking about earlier when Yeonjun touched you. It was scary but also… nice? You felt yourself under your skirt and felt a wet spot on your panties.

You closed your eyes and rubbed it. It didn’t give the same feeling as to when Yeonjun did it. You started imagining that it was him touching you and it helped a little. You held back a moan and pulled your hand out before your boyfriend came in, wrapped in a towel.

“Are you okay baby?”

“Yeah of course.” You say nervously, now getting up. “Are you gonna get dresssd? I can go.”

“You don’t have to.” He said while playfully poking your cheek.

You sit back down and go on your phone. Glancing up every once in a while to see him dress. Wow his body is beautiful.

It isn’t long before you head out for the boba shop. You get in his car and as he drives with one hand, he holds your hand with the other.

You were tired and relaxed as he let go of your hand and lightly rubbed your thigh. You got that tingly feeling again and put your hand over his.

Yeonjun looked at you for a moment with a smile before you slowly moved his hand towards your inner thigh. You were actually surprised he didn’t notice. Or at least that’s what you thought.

Of course he noticed but he didn’t want to say anything.

“Okay we’re here!” Your boyfriend exclaimed as he parked, moving his hand from where you had it. You quietly whined at the loss of touch and only smiled at him before getting out.

After getting your boba drink, you both sit at a booth and chat. Although it was getting hard to focus as you rubbed your legs together and stared at his hands.

You rubbed his leg with your foot under the table, trying not to think about it.

“Are you listening to me?” He chuckled.

“Oh. Yeah!” You replied quickly.

“Mmhm…” Yeonjun nodded while rubbing your arm.

You continued drinking your boba tea looking around acting

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As you made it back to Yeonjun’s apartment, you were tired and went to his room.

“I don’t want you driving back too late. Do you wanna stay over?”

You nodded and he started looking for some extra blankets.

“Junnie… um… can I sleep with you actually…?” You ask nervously.

“Oh… of course!” He said excitedly. He was actually surprised. When you sleep over you were always too scared to sleep in his bed.

As he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth you sat on the bed rubbing your legs together, not able to get that tingly feeling to go away. So you reach under your skirt again, feeling that the wet spot was bigger and getting uncomfortable. Although clothed, your cunt was very sensitive to touch. 

You closed your eyes and started rubbing yourself again, imagining it’s yeonjun’s fingers.

“J-junnie… so good… j-j—…” you moaned quietly. This was intense and you didn’t even realize that your boyfriend had walked in and was watching you.

“Wow baby…” Yeonjun says with a smile. “I guess you really are needy.”

You nearly jump at the sound of his voice and quickly remove your hand. “I-I-…”

“It’s okay baby. I could tell earlier.” He said while stroking your hair. “Don’t be shy.”

“I-I just-… I liked when your fingers-… when you touched me I felt-… I like-… I-…” you stuttered as he sat next to you, reaching under your skirt.

“You like when I touch you baby?” He whispers in your ear while rubbing your panties.

“Y-yes junnie…”

“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked while taking your hand with his free one. “I can show you some things… I promise I’ll go slow.”

“Y-yes junnie… please…”

Yeonjun nodded and had you sit on his lap, facing away from him. He then hooked his fingers under your wet panties.

“J-junnie!” You grab his arm and tense up as you feel him rubbing your sensitive clit.

“You’re okay, baby…” Yeonjun said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“J-junnie!” Your body is shaking again as he started teasing your cunt.

“Do you want to stop?” He paused

“No… No don’t stop.” You answered. “Feels so good junnie~”

Yeonjun smirked as he felt you moving your hips to meet his touch.

“You’re doing so good for me.” He says while kissing down your neck. He then slowly inserts his finger, making you moan out loud.

He slowly moves his finger in and out while sucking a hickie on your neck.

“More junnie-… more~” you whine as you’re getting more and more desperate.

“Yeah? You want more?” Yeonjun teased.

“Yes junnie! I want- I want-…”

“What do you want baby?” He asked while moving his finger faster and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“F-fingers… I want junnie’s fingers!” You were practically panting from all the stimulation.

“You’re such a good girl.” He smiles and inserts another finger. He went faster and you threw your head back on his shoulder, eyes rolling back.

“Agh Yeonjun! I-I feel funny!” You say as your breath hitched and getting more high pitched, sounding as if you were going to cry. “J-junnie! I’m scared Yeonjun!”

“Shh shh… it’s okay baby.” He said while squeezing your hand and lightly kissing your neck. “Don’t be scared… just let go…”

“J-junnie—”

“You’re safe y/n.” He says as you reach your high. You came with a loud moan and was were shaking afterwards as he pulled out his fingers. But Yeonjun held you and you were able to relax a little.

“Good job, baby.” He said while pecking your neck. “You’re such a good girl.”

You didn’t say anything, only trying to control your breathing, waiting for your heart to stop racing.

“Good girl… good girl… my baby is a good girl…” Yeonjun said in a singsongy voice while reaching under your shirt and lightly groping your breasts. So soft.

You closed your eyes at the feeling, it felt good, like a message. “Touch… touch me, Junnie…”

Yeonjun buried his face in your neck and continued messaging your breasts.

“I’m proud of you baby…” he whispered. My sweet baby…”

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Ko-fi

This is another one of those personal fics. Writing out my own insecurities in a comforting way I guess 😅

If you’ve gone thru any kind of childhood trauma, just know that you are not alone and your feelings are valid 💕

[anaconamor]

someone requested i do a part two of bf! christian head cannons, so here you go! 🤭❣️

here’s part one.

masterlist

i just so know he’d find every reason to pull into bed in the morning. he’d groan and pull by the hand or waist into his embrace, where he repeatedly just kisses your head until you give up and fall asleep. “it’s cold without you baby. just stay here with me… a few more minutes…”

bf christian finding any reason to bring you back your favorite flowers and reece’s. we know he has early training so let’s say after he comes home from that or having a day out, he tells you to close your eyes as he sets the bouquet in front of you. “for the most beautiful girl in the world. i love you.”

bf christian where he begs for your attention. you could be working, reading, cooking, just sitting there watching tv, but he’s literally begging for your touch, claiming it calms him. and when you do, he’s so quick to relax and let go for you, wrapping you closer into him. “i needed this. hate when you ignore me baby…”

bf christian where he begs you to watch the rain with him. the day starts off sunny but i’m sure he’d pull the “it smells like it might rain love” and true to his word he’s right. but you can’t help it, the smell, the grey skies, the rain and thunder sounds, and most specifically how he kisses your knuckles.

christian finding any reason to visit you during work and bringing your favorite food for lunch. he’s come in on his day off or after training, with bags filled of food for both of you. spending the remainder of the day with you there. “the house is so dull and lonely without you. need to be with you at all times love.”

after sex, he’s just so cuddly and loving. taking care of you especially if he went to much. but you especially love when he draws shapes and scratches slightly on your bum. “so soft and mine… did so good for me… my good girl always…”

since christian has experience with tattoos he would persuade you to get one. a small one that means a lot. imagine if one was dedicated to him? he’d go insane, im sure if it… “baby whaaat? you did this for me?”

you surprising christian with a nipple piercing 😵‍💫😵‍💫 after being some time apart like now during pre-season, he’s undressing you and his eyes bulge at the small jewelry on your nipple. he’d be gentle and kiss around it not wanting to hurt you, all while you just grab the hairs on the back of his head, biting your lip. “this is so sexy… you have no idea y/n…” (you can ignore this if you’d like, but i saw a tiktok about it and thought of him 😂😂.)

when hanging out with his friends or yours, he’s either behind you, one hand hugging your waist or, him sitting down and your on his lap. he so clingy ik it 🫠😵‍💫

buying a polaroid camera together, and taking it everywhere you go. pictures of you two at the park, in the car, you at his games, friends and family. you just having albums and albums of pictures of every moment together 🥲🥲 “look here chris… look at your freckles baby! love them so much…”

him trying to impress you by making drinks he saw on instagram reels or tiktok, and you find it absolutely adorable at his concentrated face or him watching you taste test. his brows furrowed in, a hand under his chin.

him posting you anytime he gets the opportunity, captioning them with the cheesiest words or emojis. “my 🌎🙏… #1 since day one 🤞… look at her, isn’t she gorgeous? 😍”

him being nosy and wanting to know every move you make. “where are you going?… who are you talking with? can i go with? who texted you?” and you just being suspicious or not telling him to get him annoyed 😂😂

you hate it but secretly love it, but he tickles you whenever he has the chance. he loves hearing you let out a fit of giggles or snorts. he loves the sounds, and all he can do is laugh with you.

before he leaves for a away game, he makes sure to leave his hoodie smelling like him, because he knows how much you love his scent, and how you wear his hoodies around the house. you’d text him, thanking him for being such an amazing boyfriend, and him all shy, his teammates teasing him. “wear them please. just make sure to think of me…”

after a heated argument or fight, which rarely happen, your so quiet and ignore him, because you aren’t sure if he’s still upset or if he even wants to talk to you. crying and hiding in the guest room, attempting to distract yourself. all he can do is go crazy and tug his hair bc you aren’t speaking to him, because he’s desperate to fix things between you.

he would make it up to you though, or bise versa. but he would knock softly, hearing you shuffle around, and when he sees you wiping your tears he just holds you, his heart wrenching at your sobs and the way you hold onto him. “please tell me you forgive me? i can’t help but you not talking to me y/n… i’m sorry baby…”

him finding a funny meme or video and sending it to you. him just finding any initiative to just make you laugh or make your day better 🥲🥲

during a work event from a job, he’s just whispering how proud he is of you, and congratulating you of all your work. kissing you, despite wearing red lipstick, his hand rubbing up and down soothing your nerves before making a speech or etc. “i’m so proud of you and all your hard work baby. look how far you’ve come to today…”

christian always making you feel included and never left out. people just overall loving you and your personality, especially how you put other first before you, and how happy you make other feel. “come here baby… this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n… this is y/n my future wife…”

while doing your makeup he makes fun of you and tease you on how your positioned and sitting in front of the mirror. “aren’t you uncomfortable love? ik you’re trying to get pretty but i can get you a vanity with lights?”

refusing you to pay even for the smallest things. he loves to pay for everything but you have to convince him every now and then that a relationship goes both ways, but you appreciate it for him spoiling you 😵‍💫🫠 “no. i’m not letting you pay.” … “you payed last time christian!” … “idc. but you aren’t paying pretty girl…”

randomly giving you love letters he writes and listing the thing he loves about you. “i love the way your hair smells after the shower… i love the way you kiss me like no one is watching… i love when you randomly tell me stuff about your day… i love the way you love me…”

him and you sharing a shared playlist, but you being picky sometimes at his country music since you don’t really like it. but knowing christian he’d force you to listen to them to have a laugh. “oh cmon… it’s not that bad, just listen to the lyrics.”

[b0rderbunny]

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRUMPY ♡

In honor of our stotic captains birthday and in our holiday season I decided to write a small fic on our beautiful gremlin.

Happy holidays everyone ❣️

Gender neutral reader

Modern au

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Happy birthday 🫶

Levi:

it's not my birthday yet.

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okay.

Happy EARLY birthdqy 🙄

birthday*

Levi:

You're such an idiot.

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I'm being nice to you and you can't even say thank you?

🤧

Levi:

Read

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Really 😭?

Levi:

Read

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Look out your window.

Levi let out a small groan as he turned from the math problems he was currently working on to the open window. As he stuck his head out a snowball hit him dead in the face.

"Oh shit my bad!" You called out with a small wave of your arms.

"Come on sneak out with me" you whisper yelled as you signaled him.

He rolled his eyes before wiping the leftover snow off his face.

"Stay right there. And don't do anything stupid!" He whispers back before turning to put on his coat and snow boots while trying to be quiet so as to not wake his sleeping family members.

As he opened the back screen door he stepped into his backyard to see you sitting on the swing set with your phone in hand.

"Finally I thought you'd take forever" you said rolling your eyes.

"You're the one who showed up in my backyard at 11 pm" he said, rolling his eyes.

"It's 11 already!?" You said checking the time on your phone before quickly standing up, wiping the snow off your butt.

"Come on, I want to show you something!" You said excitedly grabbing his mitted hand in yours before dragging him out the gate you entered.

After dragging him for about 10 minutes he finally managed to break free from your hold after assuring you that he wouldn't run back home.

You two arrived at a large gate that led to one of those high end neighborhoods.

"Seriously?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as you used the wall to help you scale the gate.

"Yeah seriously, come on!" You said excitedly hopping over the edge disappearing from his view as he sighed, shaking his head before following.

This neighborhood was located on top of a hill overlooking the city.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bench nearby.

"Why are we here?" He asked as you excitedly pointed towards the view. "Just look, the view speaks for itself" you said as he turned to the city, grey eyes widening at the sight.

On Top the hill you had the most perfect view of the city filled with bright colorful Christmas lights, And with it being a few minutes to midnight fireworks we're filling the sky.

"I came here alone last year and decided to come here every year before the countdown for Christmas." You said your eyes gleaming with excitement as you observed every individual house that was a small part of the beautiful picture laid out In Front of your eyes.

"Pretty huh?" You asked, turning to look at him.

"Yeah," he whispered, looking back at you.

Both of you looked back to your phone as your alarm for midnight rang.

"Happy birthday!" You said excitedly pulling out your bag.

"I said I didn't want anything" he said as you rummaged through your bag.

"I don't care, I got you a gift." You said rolling your eyes as you pulled out a gift wrapped with grumpy, from Snow White all over.

"I hate you so much" he said as you handed him the box with a laugh.

"I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me," you said as he observed the box.

"I remember how much you loved it on that trip" you started as he opened the box carefully as his eyes widened at the contents. "It was expensive and hard to find but I know you liked it.

Four months ago, back in late summer; your class had taken a cruise vacation all paid for by the school.

It was a fancy ass boat, with chandeliers, restaurants, and even its own pool.

You and Hanji had practically begged Levi to come on the trip saying that the three of you, along with Erwin, would have a blast.

Reluctantly he agreed.

On the first day of the trip it was obvious he wasn't having much fun. Other than the dolphin sightings nothing really cured him of his boredom.

That was until dinner.

At dinner there was a type of tea served. A type of tea that you and everyone else found gross, so much for a 'one of a kind' tea.

But for some reason the short grumpy student greatly enjoyed the flavor stating that it was because the others had no taste.

He loved the tea so much that he asked the staff if they had any he could buy.

Sadly the staff informed him that none was for sale.

He remembered what you had asked him on the last day of the cruise.

"Why did you like the tea so much?" You asked, turning from the view of the deep blue sea to his deep gray stormy eyes.

"It reminded me of someone, someone that I thought I had forgotten long ago" he whispered as he turned back to the sea.

"Mama?" A young boy with jet black hair said looking up at his mother who was currently doing laundry.

"Yes baby?" Turning to look at her son who was currently drinking out of his favorite tea cup.

"Whad dea is dis?" He asked, looking down at the floating tea leaves.; his small lips coming out.

"Mama doesn't know baby, but if you like it we can, have it every afternoon during tea time if you'd like" she said as the young boy gave her one of his toothy smiles.

"Yes please! Id really dasty!"

Down in the nearly wrapped box laid a package for the tea that the boy thought he had lost long ago.

"Merry Christmas and happy birthday Levi!"

Happy birthday Levi 🎉

[lovelyiida]

Congratulations!!

I know the first few milestones mean the most when starting off a blog 🌟 Can't wait for the rest to come !

May I have a fluff love letter to Bakugo? Take your time whilst writing,

writer's block is a pain, especially during an event, when stress hits just take a moment to yourself. Tumblr will always be here waiting for you when you're ready ❣️

Congratulations once again 🫶🏻

THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS recently finals have been putting me in a headlock, its hard for me to find free time to write at the moment, so I hope this request is to your liking :)

@little-fairy-forest requested: If you can write it about us being long-distance due to him being on a hero mission abroad and me being back in my home country?

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, major fluff, established relationship (marriage), domestic themes

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 0.3K

WHEN YOU AND BAKUGO ARE LONG DISTANCE things can be a little hard for the both of you. Whilst you are back in your hometown to introduce your children to the rest of your family, Bakugo is off on another week-long hero mission.

sometimes if Bakugo had the time, he would try and call you to check on how you and the kids were doing. this would consist of a lot of photos of you and your children around your town.

"are the kids giving you a hard time?" he says on the other end of the phone. you laugh "no they aren't I wish you were here, you've never seen my hometown..." you trail off.

"well maybe if some of the crime lays off, all of us can go there for vacation, how bout that?" he says, a smile present in his tone. Bakugo hears your children cheer at the thought of coming back to your hometown with their father.

when the both of you finally got back to your lengthy trips, the first thing that come out of your husband's mouth were complaints.

"I leave for a week and you forget to take the milk out and put it in the trash?" he says, a witty smirk planted on your face. you roll your eyes and walk over to him, your hands linking around his neck, leaning in your plant a soft kiss on your husband's lips that he gladly accepted.

"missed you," he mumbled against your lips.

"I know," you say back.

Bakugo lets out a growl, soon his arms wrap tight around your waist tightly pulling you in and peppering small kisses all over your face. Kissing every freckle and mark all over your beautiful face. You laugh out loud at his actions and try to push him away.

"let me go!" you laughed out loud.

"say it back!" he laughs, struggling more you decided to give in to his hold. wiggling your arms toward his face, you lean in and give him another kiss.

looking into his bright red eyes, you smile.

"missed you too honey."

I know this was so short please forgive me :(

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

[belit0]

1000 Word Commission (Uchiha Madara / Uchiha Izuna / Senju Tobirama) for Anon

"Threesome where Tobirama and madara fuck Izuna? But Tobirama degrades him and is really rough. Madara praises him and is gentle, even snapping at Tobirama for being so ruthless a few times. And Izuna’s head is just spinning from the back and forth of the two treatments and he’s really overstimulated. I’ll tip you extra if you make Izuna trans 👀"

U know i love me some good Izuna being used🛐❣️💫

KO-FI COMMISSIONS

Madara would never have accepted to find himself in this situation if it wasn't Izuna who explicitly begged for his presence, and he is certain the same thing is true for Tobirama.

Sitting against the back of the bed, shirtless, one leg bent and extended arm resting on it, he angrily watches as his younger brother devours the Senju's mouth. Both of them, kneeling on the mattress and not wasting a second between tongue and lips, seem to ignore him completely.

The Uchiha leader never imagined something like this could happen, not having the need to share his brother with anyone, having no idea how to react to what is happening in front of him. Of course, he can't help the tingle of pleasure that runs from his mind to his cock when Izuna glances sideways at him, making sure he's absorbing every second he spends with the albino.

Fucker.

When he figures he's had enough, he grabs his brother by the arm and pulls him tightly towards him, bringing him down on his chest and declaring it's his turn to get attention. He helps him undress, and feels a step ahead of Tobirama when it is he who removes his underwear.

Now it is the Senju who has to endure the display of affection the two deliver by intertwining tongues, and is annoyed at having lost place in Izuna's mouth. The Uchiha do not lose a second between them, now totally naked, and it is the leader's brother who turns back to pay attention to the albino.

He leaves his ass pointed directly towards his brother, both legs on either side of his hips to allow him direct access to his pussy. "Such a good boy." Madara whispers as one of his hands caresses his buttock, and the other occupies three fingers to stroke his clit.

Izuna, propped up on hands and knees, moans at the contact, signaling Tobirama to come closer and finish undressing "You're a needy slut, aren't you?" He confidently exclaims while revealing a prominent erection, thrusting it into his mouth with no opportunity for him to think about it.

He treats him exactly as he does when they are alone, those moments they find to enjoy their sexuality, with few nice words and brutal touches he knows have the desired effect. The Uchiha always melts under his hands whenever he brings out the same roughness they always handled each other with on the battlefield.

"Be nice to him."

"Or wh- fuck!" The Senju groans as Izuna swallows the entirety of his length, choking to the base of his cock and leaving nothing out. Madara self-righteously smirks, and guides his younger brother's hips down to his own, slowly thrusting into him.

"Perfect tight little pussy, such a pretty cunt Otouto." He knows the younger Uchiha adores as much as he hates to be remarked on how well he performs, but when the compliments come from him, they have a superior, special effect, preventing Izuna from being able to complain.

Tobirama, with his attention completely hijacked by the Uchiha's tongue, holds his hair brutally, tugging at it to manage the pace he desires. He pulls on his mane again and again to make him bob his head back and forth, repeatedly smothering him on his cock.

"You should... be a little- little gentler, Senju." Madara moans with some effort as he guides Izuna's hips up and down, that beautiful pussy milking his cock as if it were completely ravenous.

"Shut your... fucking... mouth… Uchiha." The albino responds viciously, grinning wickedly as he looks specifically at him and makes Izuna linger at the base of his dick for more seconds than he can stand. Before the retching ends in another situation, he allows him to breathe, slowly moving inside his mouth.

"It's my brother we're - fuck!" Again, the younger Uchiha uses the same technique to shut up the two idiots he pretends to get himself entertained with, moving his pelvis the way he knows his Aniki adores, clit rubbing against the other's skin and squeezing him hard inside.

It is the Senju who now smirks self-satisfiedly, coming out of the warmth of that wonderful hole to pull his hair and force the Uchiha to look him in the eyes "Tell me how much you want it, you needy slut, and I'll see if you deserve it." He slaps him, making him whimper and turn his face away, a "please!" silenced by Madara's own moans in the air.

Eyes wild with constant pleasure in his pussy, Izuna seems to have no control or awareness. He surprises them both with a sudden change of positions, lifting himself off his Aniki's hips and surrendering his used cunt to the Senju, sinking down onto Madara's cock and swallowing his own fluids.

No complaints at the role reversal, as Tobirama grabs him hard by the hips, red hand marks where he holds him, and spanks him steadily to the rhythm of his rapid thrusts, the Uchiha leader strokes his hair and pulls it into a ponytail, moving it out of the way and watching with soft eyes as his Otouto works his head with his tongue as he takes care of the rest with his hand.

"My beautiful boy, so good, you're going to make me cum." Izuna looks up to watch him, eyes teary from the simultaneous stimulation he receives from all sides, and moans approvingly at his statement. His eyes seem to be begging him to paint his mouth white, and Madara goes on to partially mimic how the Senju was guiding the pace of his head, but with a precious gentleness in the middle.

"Look at this filthy pussy, desperate for me to fill it all up. Shit..." They both seem to be near the end, and it is a perfect tongue movement and Tobirama's violence on his cunt that makes the two men convulse with pleasure at the same time, filling both of Izuna's holes without remorse.

The younger Uchiha swallows without wasting a drop, pulling away from his brother's cock only when he made sure he has no more to give him, and goes up to kiss his mouth deeply while the Senju finishes depositing all of his finish inside him.

While the two kiss, Tobirama admires the wonderful work of art left between his legs, capturing with two fingers the seed that tries to escape from Izuna's pussy, and putting it back in with gentle thrusts.

[dimdiamond]

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day! 🥳

What is your favorite line/scene that you've written so far this year?

Sorry, answering this a day later but thank you so much for the ask❣️❣️❣️

Uhhh this year I've been writing a lot of "Six Goodbyes and One Hello" and there's this scene I really liked for some reason but it's from a chapter I haven't posted yet and I hope this small part of the scene makes some sense out of context. You can read it under the read more.

Chang laid his head on his shoulder and judging from his tired face he didn't do it to mess up with him… It was only natural to get exhausted after such an eventful day so Chester let him be… he also was too tired to fight back…

“My mom was wearing rose perfume…” Chang's quiet voice startled him more than his yell would have done. “The only luxury she allowed herself was this single small bottle of rose perfume… The only thing I can still remember clearly of her was that she smelled like roses whenever she smiled the brightest…” Despite talking about his lost family, he was still smiling…

How can you be so strong…

“What was her name?”

“Guiying… It comes from ‘Gui’, meaning laurel, cassia or cinnamon, and ‘Ying’ which means flower, petal or even hero, brave...”

He couldn't help but smirk with the teacher switch he had on, no matter the timing… “Beautiful name… Did you take from her?”

“I suppose as most sons take from their mothers… I don't have any photos of them…”

Oh, so that's why…

His arm already covered Chang's arm so the least he could do was to squeeze his hand, now colder than before… “I am sure you took the best from both your parents so whenever you look at yourself in the mirror you see both of them…”

The blessing and the curse of genes…

Chang didn't say anything to that, he only nudged his face on his shoulder, hiding it from him, and turned his hand in a way that now their palms were touching, but his small hand was still fully covered by the big one on the top…

No one was ever so open to me… no one ever showed me such trust…

Chester would cry if he was stronger… “The only reason I like apple blossoms is because it was what I usually saw outside my window… Whenever they came it meant that winter was over and so was finally the snow…”

“You don't like snow?” Chang showed his face that stared at him with all interest.

Staring back at him, the feeling was only enhanced… “Aye, I came to hate it… even more now…”

His eyes widened but then they lowered as his voice. “Yeah, me too…”

Every time he opened up this thing happened… How should he lighten up the mood…? “And after the blossoms the apples came and I would grab one to eat or my mom would bake them with sugar and cinnamon so I guess I have to connect something with my hunger to be interested…!”

Why wasn't Chang laughing with him…?! Why was he staring at the void skeptically…?! “I see…”

WHAT DO YOU SEE?! THAT I'M A GLUTTON?!

This was one of the many reasons he avoided talking about himself… Eventually, he made things awkward… It was easier when he stepped back and let the others open as much as they wanted…

This is so cowardly and unfair… Chang isn't either of them…

He gulped- hopefully his fear- and talked, trying to find some courage by looking at their hands… “I want to talk to you about… all the things I haven't talked about and I should have… But I can't now…” Not until Lee could verify him that there was no danger… But Chester would demand a clear answer from him and then… “ I will tell you… everything… Just give me some time…”

Some time passed by with no reaction from him and Chester was becoming more and more sure that Chang had no intention of giving importance to empty words and unfair requests… That was only fair but it didn't mean it didn't hurt…

Then his hand shifted and his long fingers slipped through his own thick ones and they intertwined… How was it possible for two so different hands to fit each other and look like one…? His eyes were stuck on this view and all his senses focused on this touch… as if it was the most extraordinary thing in the world…

So this is your answer…? You'll get through me no matter the obstacles…?

This was so characteristically like Chang it made Chester want to laugh but, thankfully, he held it inside with a smirk. The only urge he allowed himself to indulge was to hold his hand tighter and not let it go during the rest drive… Even more bizarre was that he felt no resistance or movement of his hand to get free from his grip and, the one time Chester dared to take his eyes from their hands to the face laying on his shoulder, he saw Chang smiling with his eyes closed…