#TY POOKIE ANGEL

[bihanspookies]

FOR BLUESTEEL!!

💚Which character makes the other/s breakfast? What do they make them?

💗What flowers would they prepare for a confession?

🧡Who makes custom birthday cards?

💙Who encourages who to cook? (altered this question a bit)

Eeeeeeee my babies‼️‼️

💚: Steve makes breakfast most of the time! They wake up around the same time and while Phira does her morning routine he’ll go off and start cooking. It consist of the classic eggs, toast, bacon, jam, orange juice with some fruit. Steve is an athlete so he eats a lot and out of habit just makes a bunch of food for Phira as well.

💗: Steve— Definitely some baby’s breath with either blue hydrangea or iris. He knows blue is her favorite color and wants to show her that he remembers that little detail about her.

Phira— She doesn’t really know flower language so honestly she would go to a shop and pick the prettiest and biggest bunch. Probably one that has sunflowers as the main one surrounded by smaller colorful ones. (And not to be cheesy but she would tell Steve that she picked the sunflowers because he brightened up her life.)

🧡: I think they both would?? Phira more so than Steve. He made her a custom card but it was more like he went online and customized it that way while Phira went the arts and crafts route and did it that way.

💙: Steve 100% encourages Phira to cook (even though they both know she’s not the best at it, baking is more her cheese and crackers). She can cook simple things but really to the extent that Steve can. He def looks out for new recipes to try and wants Phira to cook with him so she can learn and get more used to it.

OTP Questions

[pizzaapeteer]

Ignited Reunion

Mattheo's the only one you can call after a small slip up on your vacation making for a palpable reunion with your brother's friend.

Warnings: NSFW 18+, fem reader, swearing, yelling, oral receiving (fem), throat grabbing, daddy kink, edging, spanking, fucking from behind, one use of y/n, angel pet name. Voldemort doesn't really exist in this, Mattheo is one year older than reader. wc: 6k

An: longgg overdue, this was supposed to be for week 2 jinxed july but since I was so delayed I adapted it a lot. Enjoy, I lost sleep over this filthy piece. Ty to my pookies as well @slytherinslut0 and @fuckaperioddrama !

A defeated sigh leaves your lips in your attempt to gain comfort from the feathered padded seat, giving up with your distressed shuffling the efforts failing to provide any. A thin layer of chills rises, shivering over your skin at the contact of the icy wall you slump back onto. Your gaze flickers around for the billionth time in hopes of finally finding anything remotely interesting contained within the dreary enclosing holding cell. 

The anticipation is even worse with boredom while you sit, having only been there probably an hour, waiting - hoping he’ll come. There are a few reasons you can think of, for him not to. The most obvious being - you were his friend’s little sister, most likely a mere inconvenience to him at this hour. 

Not to mention it’s unlikely he even has the time to come pay your bail and release you. He’s far too busy living out in the real world since he finished at Hogwarts. But then again, you had always been an exception to Mattheo. The two of you, sneaking off, living behind closed doors - a hidden vice that had left you feeling empty when he finished last year. 

Sometimes you’ll find yourself daydreaming about the late night meetups, sprawled out in the room of requirement, tangled amongst the warm embrace of his golden touch under the bedsheets. The harmonious sounds of laughter slipping in between the slight breaks of breathless kisses. He was a perfect escape from the hoards and pressure of your family. He became a happy convenience to let loose, and what unravelled from that remains still unknown to you. 

But how foolish you were to create an expectation of false hope that your brother’s leave from school would make a difference, the hope that you might finally shine out from underneath his shadow. An ideal spotlight illuminating right on you, for your mother’s gaze that ultimately fell short with the success that followed him out in the real world.

There was no escaping from the comparison of someone like Blaise Zabini. 

Blaise was nothing short of perfection. His reserved nature served him well as he observed everything with intellect, caution and a level of superiority that he proudly wore on his chest. No cracks creased through his unblemished structure. A man with unbelievable patience and politeness that appeared in times of need, someone people acknowledged, had their shit together.

Though there remained an uncertainty about him in his secrecy of one’s opinions, on whether you impressed or disgusted him to himself - leaving many walking away from an interaction with an uneasy pleasantness. He still remained a golden man, not only in looks but amongst his classmates, despite being dressed in the lush fabrics of green and silver, everyone simply recognized him to be one of the more favourable snakes out of the Slytherins. This continued onto the reflections of your own home walls.

There was no need for competition in who was winning the clasp of your mother’s attention in the fight for favourite child. It didn’t help that he inherited all her beautiful looks, a spitting image of her and when you’re as vain as she was, looking at him replicated a reflection of herself, which brought happiness in unimaginable ways.

The pressure that came with being Blaise’s sister was tough. He was strict - a guiding leader expecting you to follow in his footsteps. With the whispered theories amongst the rats in the sewer of so-called ‘friends’, it was hard not to notice the Zabini household reputation sinking silently. How fascinating that your mother cryptically lost all seven husbands and inherited a wealthy fortune. Blaise and you never knew the full truth, but she was a powerful and wise witch. It was in both your best interests to stick with her word. 

Despite the rumors quieting down throughout your years at Hogwarts, you knew they still swarmed and lingered outside of it. It was therefore of great importance that you pursued a similar mindset to Blaise, who proved also to be a gentle, comforting and supportive brother when you felt down, reminding you, ‘I only want the best for us.’

And so, you followed Blaise’s guide, in every step like a clone, a perfect soldier. Kept your head down, study hard and stay on course, mostly. You grew ambitious to prove yourself as something, to make something new for your tainted surname. 

A clang of metal alerts your senses, breaking your distant mind drift with the relief filling words of the officer. With eagerness, you scramble to stand following behind her out into the hall, the earlier anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. ‘Free to go, your release is here.’ He’s the one you risked your one phone call on, left with no choice. Your family wasn’t an option. 

Turning the corner, arms wrapped protectively around your waist, he’s hard not to miss. Tall, he looms with an electricity of power that is channelled down onto his intense and agitated expression. Mattheo stands waiting by the cop’s desk, his hands buried in the pockets of his fine suit, a clear indication you had interrupted him in the middle of something important. 

Easing towards him with timid steps, he acknowledges you with nothing but a nod and turns, expecting you to follow. A deep pit of shame floods your gut, along with a sense of disappointment, and you trail behind like a kicked puppy. His coat flares up with the increasing force, his legs storm out of the station, curls tousling in the sweep of wind that hits him when you breathe in the balmy night air. 

The thinly distributed fabric of what you called a bikini, had earlier made you feel confident and hot, the night static with hopeful promises of capturing someone’s eye - now disintegrated into disgrace and embarrassment as you stand before an unimpressed - and fully dressed - Mattheo.

He senses the uncomfortably your displaying and shrugs his coat off, sliding it around your shoulders watching how the fabric bulges clearly lacking the muscles to fill it out. He tightens the strings tautly using a strength that reflects his irritation, jolting you forward, stumbling into his rigid chest. 

The feel of your bodies pressed together ignites a sense of amenity, a rush of nostalgic memory arising briefly. It’s quickly interrupted by the harsh reality when Mattheo takes your hand with a tight grip, his face not showing any signs of matching your remembrance of the blissful memory.

Leading you around the corner into a narrow alley, hidden from the prying of muggle eyes, he finally speaks with a tone that has you wishing for the silent treatment to come back. “A muggle jail, really y/n?” His voice holds a sharpness of disbelief and disgust, and you’re unable to think positively about your reunion - clearly he had better things to do than bailing his friend’s sister out of jail.

He doesn’t wait for an answer, his hold still steady on you as the two of you apparates. The twists and turns of teleportations whirl your senses, though having done it many times, it still manages to throw you off. You take a moment to regain your footing, following behind Mattheo into the dark apartment.

It’s exactly as you would have imagined, tidy with little clutter, warm tones of brown and black cover his walls with touches of sophistication. He’s quick to enter the cozy nest that is his abode, heading straight for the booze, a thirsty sensation he needs to clear his head. One sip, another and then a slam of the glass.

“What were you thinking?! Oh, that’s right, you fucking weren’t.” There it is, the burst of anger unraveling. “Using magic for party tricks?! Illegal party tricks might I add in both muggle and wizarding worlds.” He pours another glass and downs it, barely wincing, before his eyes shift, hardening their gaze with a dark intensity, and he moves towards you. 

The truth was, you hadn’t been. Caught up in the highs that spring break had revealed to you, living off the excitement of new friends, had been responsible for your adrenaline at the moment. If you had known the offer from the new Ivermorny transfer would lead to your arrest in an American muggle jail, you never would have gone. 

But the prospect of Spring Break had widened your mindset, too good of an opportunity to waste - it was the epitome of summer fun. It had only meant to be an escape from the forthcoming of your future, a few weeks of fun before you prepared for your leave of Hogwarts and back into the shadow of prestige beside your older brother. 

“You’re a right fucking menace making me clean up your shit, ya know that.” Stalking forwards, his figure feels increasingly taller, feeling small under his usual comforting gaze. You nod, knowing he’s right, left with no words to defend yourself. “What the fuck happen to you since I left?” His words leave his tongue with venom, the bitterness hitting you like a slap to the face. 

Mattheo’s anger is as expected, but it hurts nonetheless - you went to him because there was no way you could tell Blaise. Or your mother. The disappointment that would sit staining your shoulder wasn’t something you needed or feared you could handle. You needed him to understand. It had been an accident, a moment of stupidity. You wanted him to hold you, tell you it was okay.

It had been so long and seeing him before you; it hurt that he was only expressing anger. You needed any other emotion right now, comfort and excitement. Wasn’t he at least a tad bit happy to see you?

Your tongue burns with dryness, no words, not even an apology tickling your senses. He corners you against the wall looming over you, his hand comes to rest trapping your head. “Better start apologizing soon before I really lose my temper.” A whispered threat, you know, is best not to come true. 

“I’m sorry you were the only one I could call-“

“I don’t care about that,” he cuts you off quickly, shaking his head frustrated, though subtly his words reflect his care and protectiveness over you. “Vandalizing a boat with magic! You’re lucky no one saw you and were all too wasted to realize any differently.” His voice scolds, leaving you feeling worse than if it had been your brother. 

“I know I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just got caught up in the atmosphere.” He quirks a brow at your shitty excuse. 

“Trying to impress your new muggle friends?” He sneers, his fingers pulling at the strings of the coat, exposing your revealing outfit. His eyes flicker down, and he holds back a low whistle as he takes you in, not exactly in the mood to appreciate your choice of clothing. He tuts instead, “Seriously?”

An embarrassed heat flashes across your face under the weight of his examination, and you move to close it, but he stops you. He pins the coat down, opening it fully, “feeling shy, are we? You weren’t too shy when you were vandalizing people’s property and getting yourself thrown in jail.” With a push off your shoulder, the coat slides down the wall to the ground with a scrape. 

Your brows furrow as an underlying anger begins to bubble and you roll your eyes, getting sick of how superior he’s treating you, like your a little kid. “Yeah, I get it, Mattheo! I don’t need a lecture.” You say exasperatedly.

“Clearly you fucking do. Think spending a few hours in a cell will teach you a lesson. You called me now. You have to deal with what I say.”

Gritting your teeth with narrowed eyes you strain, “I said, save me the bloody lecture. Stop acting like my fucking brother.”

“Watch the way you speak to me, baby. Especially if you don’t want me to call that dear brother of yours, my friend, if you hadn’t forgotten.”

Frustration rises within you. He’s got to be bluffing. He knows how important your relationship with Blaise is and the importance of your family’s reputation. A scoff falls from your lips at the fucking audacity he has to threaten you. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Don’t test me sweetheart, I’ll do whatever the fuck I please. I bailed you out, remember? I’m calling the shots!”

You flinch at his voice raising and can’t help the bratty attitude that slips out. “Yeah, I know…look at Mattheo all high and mighty.” You sneer at him mockingly. “You never could say no to me, could ya, Matty?” It’s a low blow. You know he’s always been strong in his protectiveness despite your hidden fling. 

He rolls his eyes at your snarky tone, “This is different. This isn’t you.” 

“Oh please, don’t give me that crap. You’re the one who was always telling me to break out of my shell.”

“Oh, fucking Salazar! - don’t tell me you did this for me.” He gives you a look of disappointed disbelief. “Not that desperate for my attention, are you? That would be pathetic, even for you.”

“Alright save the fucking arrogance for someone who gives a shit. Of course, I didn’t do this for you. Not everything is about you.” You mutter the next part under your breath. “I just wanted to have fun.”

“Fun?!” Curse his fucking surprisingly good hearing. “You could have ruined your life! Your future!”

“But I didn’t! No one else is going to find out.”

“You don’t know that! What if I couldn’t have come?” 

“I don’t know. I would have figured it out! Because I never would have called you in the first place if I knew you were going to act like Blaise.” 

“Oh really? Yeah, I highly doubt that.” You sigh, taking in the reality of his words, knowing he’s right. 

He looks at you, his anger simmering momentarily in his complementation of what to do. You’re not his responsibility. He knows he should let Blaise deal with this, that’s what Blaise would tell him.

In fact, he’s sure he’ll get soldered for even having debating this. He can make out the sounds of Blaise’s deep voice admonishing him, should have called him as soon as he bailed you out. Probably could have made up some bullshit lie about how you two crossed paths, keeping your correct actions secluded from him.

He sighs, reaching into his pocket for his phone, “I should really call your brothe-“

You lean forwards, grabbing his wrist as you plead with him, “No! Mattheo please! Blaise can’t know! It would devastate him!” 

He bites his lip, hesitating, his inner turmoil tussling, and he can’t help the small bitterness that slips out. “Really? What’s the big deal? You were just ‘having fun’, right?” His eyes hardened on you, a small part of him still furious and disappointed in your behaviour. 

“Mattheo, please, you know how Blaise is!” 

“Yeah, I do. Maybe that’s why I should call him. I’m sure he’ll actually get through to you.”

“Mattheo, this isn’t a joke!”

“Do I look like I’m laughing?”

His words pause your attempt and you take a step back, pressing your lips together in a thin line. You consider his words, sensing his rhetoric and serious tone. “No.”

Groaning, he sighs again at the situation, and rubs his eyes, agitatedly. He knows what Blaise is like, always striving for perfectionism and the morals he threw down on you. There’s no way he could call him, the consequences you would face wouldn’t end well. Not to mention you'd never forgive him, and despite spontaneously getting you back in his life, he doesn’t want to let you go yet. Maybe it’s partly selfish, but this could be his only time to spend it with you again after so long. 

“I just want you to understand that actions have consequences…you’re supposed to be a good girl.” He gives you a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. He doesn’t want to fight with you anymore. 

“What if I’m tired of being the good girl? What if I’m ready for something different?” 

Mattheo’s eyes flicker over your face, searching for any sign of playfulness and that you’re not just trying to pull his leg. “Good’s always looked best on you, angel.” He uses the old pet name in a more sweet and less condescending way, his face softening as he takes in your deliberative expression. He cups your jaw with a nostalgic gentleness, tilting it up.

You sigh in defeat, knowing it’s useless to change who you are, a fate perfectly created for you. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I’m just so fucking stressed - just wanted to have some fun, let loose before I finish school.” The confession flows out of you finally with ease, your words soft and hold a heavy weight of tiredness. 

Mattheo exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he runs a hand through his hair, feeling for you sympathetically. He understands the position you’re in from a certain point of view. His whole life has been built around expectations and pleasing elders, continuous pressures that come with following in a legacy.

“I know, sweetheart, and you deserve that. I wish I could take that away from you.. all the pressure and expectations.” He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a moment.  

His eyes open, lowering down on you and he pulls back, muttering a soft, “What am I gonna do with you?” His mind filters through ideas. He can’t tell your brother, you don’t really deserve to be lectured or yelled out - it’s clear you understand the severity of your actions. 

“I just wanted to have fun.” Repeating your words for added effect, your eyes gaze at him with pleading, apologetic arousal. The air feels cleared from all past anger and just leaves behind unresolved tension. Your hand reaches out to touch his arm softly, coaxing out a reaction. “I’ve just been so stressed since you’ve been gone, Matty…I don’t have any distractions or stress relaxers.” There’s a slight connotation in your tone showing you’re referring to something other than your studies. 

His mouth clicks with intrigue and desire unwrapping your words, and the feel of your light touches tracing over his forearm. As his initial protectiveness and concern simmer down, his eyes drop their gaze with scrutiny, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip, wetting it slowly while he acknowledges completely the full extent of your outfit. More skin is revealed in his downward scan, and it only assists in his pants, increasingly uncomfortably constrict themselves.

“Been lonely, huh baby?” He mumbles in a hoarse whisper, a hint of surprise slipping through his tone. The idea quickly registering that you haven’t been with anyone since him and fuels him with a familiar sense of possession. He’s finding it hard to contain himself as the thought develops, overgrowing in his mind, of you pure. Untouched in months that you didn’t want to find a replacement to help relieve yourself. That you are and have always been truly his. His breath thickens, lips pulling up into a sweet smirk, “You’re tense huh? All tight?” 

Your gaze never wavers from those sweet brown eyes, now holding an intensity that has your stomach swirling, a tightening sensation building that leaves your cunt dampening. Giving a simple nod to his question, you add speaking with soft feigned innocent tones, “yeah and you’re right.. I am a good girl. I’ve been focusing so hard, keeping my grades up.”

Delicate fingers graze, tantalizingly up his toned arms compressed in the button-down shirt he’s wearing, and maneuver slowly up to loosen his tie. “I think I could use a break, a treat if you will.” 

He continues his own touches, keeping them to light brushes tracing the sides of your breast where the bikini is too small to cover. The tender slowness in which he moves sends waves of goosebumps igniting over your skin, his lips curling into a satisfying smirk at the reaction. 

Dragging his hands up further, skimming over the delicateness of your collarbone before his touch switches to one of stridence and dominance curling around your pretty neck. “A treat you say?” He cocks an eyebrow at you, his tone laced with deep attentiveness and interest. 

Hands still holding his tie freeze at his firm gasp, your immediate attention halted under his teasing stare. The demanding pressure against your throat causes a small gasp to exhale, the hair at the nape of your neck rising in trepidation. His thumb rubs along your jawline, sliding his hand further behind to clasp your cheek, a wolfish grin stretching wider at your innocent expression. “I’ll make sure I give you a good break, one that leaves you on bedrest for a few days.” The innuendo slithered between his words doesn’t go unmissed.

He leans, capturing your lips finally with an eager energy, his hands tangling, pushing their way into your locks. The sweet tang of liquor seeps onto your tongue at the merging of lips in a clash of dominance. One he wins in little time, pressing you further into the wall, lips continuously messily crushing on top of one another, the buildup of a year’s worth of yearning and desire. He groans, having missed the taste of you, nothing quite like the sweetness of your lips to send him into a flurry. 

Greedy touch starved words mumble out as he peppers heated kisses up your neckline, desperate to mark you once again. Fingers mingle amongst the lusciousness of your hair and tugging at the strands, exclaiming a breathless yelp from you, igniting him further and his teeth sink deeper into your skin, creating purple blemishes. 

Breathless moans pant from your parted lips, your nimble fingers attempt to focus on unbuttoning his shirt and are quickly met by his assistance, his hands replace yours with his moving fast to rid it. He enjoys the hurry in which you push it off his shoulders, revealing his tanned, toned and ultimately battled skin, his breath hitching at your needy but still tender touch roaming over his chest. He grasps your ass, squeezing it with a stark contrast harshness, making you moan, before he lifts picking you up. 

He moves with ease, striding towards the kitchen island, laying you down spurring a whine of protest from you at the cold marble and unhygienic location. He chuckles, his hands groping your thighs, spreading them wide for him to slither in. “Relax, I’m about to eat, gonna devour you, baby.” His head lowers, peppering kisses along your inner thighs, relishing in the quiet whimpers you pant. 

His eyes light up at the way your body reacts, already squirming around, back arching under each sensitive kiss he plants, easing closer to where you want. His fingers brush with teasing touches, leaving your skin burning with a fiery trail, as he discards your shorts. Eyes widening with appetite at the matching and equally skimpy bikini bottom, revealing the adorable soaking wet patch.

He grows restless when he’s hit with your familiar scent and groans deeply, not waiting a second longer before tearing the strings snapping the material off you. His cock strains harder in his pants at the exposure of just how turned on you are. 

Like the starved man that he’s become, he delves right in, flicking his tongue out, embracing the taste of your arousal. His hands find comfort wrapped around each of your thighs as he happily buries his face deeper into you, his ears melting at the sounds of your breathless whimpers.

An iron grip tugs, coiling your fingers in his curls, legs already twitching as he assaults your clit with his proficient tongue. A pleasurable moan erupts out of him and he instantly becomes mesmerized by the memory of your taste. Unable to teer his lust blown eyes away, he peers up, drowning in the contradicting angelically sinful view, an overwhelming high washing over him. 

“Fucking hell baby…I missed your pussy,” he groans, sending vibrations against your needy clit, making your hips jut to seek more friction. Tightening his grip, he presses your hips down harder on the cold surface, “good girls don’t get greedy.. sit still or I’ll stop.” A desperate whine greets the air and you whimper, trying to keep your squirms still, as he relentlessly laps at you. “that’s it, be a good girl for’me.” 

A continuous of broken whimpers cascades from your lips, your brows still furrowing at the agonisingly good pleasure he lavishes you with, tugging on his hair for more. The constant pressure his tongue is installing on your now overstimulated clit clouds your mind, blurring your eyes with an overpowering sensation as your legs squeeze around his head. “Ah.. ah ah fuck Matty-gonna cum oh god-” 

He responds by shoving his tongue deeper within you, flicking and sucking in order to get you to fall apart quicker. “That’s my girl.. come on baby.. cum all-” He doesn’t get to finish before your back arches and you yank tight on his hair, a deep cry screaming out as you unravel in ecstasy. 

He welcomes your climax with an open mouth, savoring every drop you release. He lifts his head, licking his glistening lips and looking at you with lust blown seductive eyes. His body shifts leaning forwards over you, cupping your cheek, and he smashes his lips on yours in a sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tainted tongue. Groaning at the notion that this is all because of him and his cock twitches ridiculously hard in his trousers, growing impatient. 

He pulls his head back, grabbing your hips to maneuver you off the counter, flipping you around and pressing you up against it. His eyes glaze enticingly over your exposed rear and instinctively, he lands a sharp smack on your backside, watching the recoil of your skin. You moan at the unexpected action leaning down on your elbows, waiting patiently for his next move. 

He bites his lip grinning and repeats the action, relishing in the darkening of your skin, followed by taking a firm hold on your ass cheeks. His fingers spread them apart to get a better look at your pretty glistening pussy, unable to hold back the hoarse groan at the new dampness you’re creating. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” 

The comfortable silence lingers in the room while you take the time to catch your breath, still feeling worn out from his last ministrations. Taking his hands off you, he finally removed his painfully hard cock from his restraints, sliding it on your lower back. He leans down to pepper kisses on your back, creeping up near your ear, nipping at the shell. “Think you can still take me? Been a while.” He teases your entrance, dipping the tip between your folds, smirking at the way your pussy tries to suck him in impatiently, and he hisses out a sharp breath. 

“Yes! Yes, I can take you.. I’m still your good girl.” You whine, pressing your ass back to get him inside quicker, and are met with another harsh spank in retaliation making you squeal. 

He presses a hand lowering your chest to the counter tutting, “So impatient sweetheart, maybe I should make you wait.” He nudges his tip in teasingly, even just the amount has you stretching out and he releases a small groan, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you still. “Don’t know if you deserve me to move yet.” His words are strained, leaving you unconvinced that he’ll follow through on his words.

“Fuck-” Proving you right, he holds your hip and head tightly, easing in at a treacherous pace, relishing in the needy whine you make. You lay there letting him fill you up torturously, your pussy aching for friction, for movement, for anything more. It squeezes around, his thick cock clenching, and he hisses with a low groan. “Such a needy little thing for me, aren’t you. Can feel you clenching down on my fucking cock.”

He pushes forward further, bottoming you out till his hips hit your ass, and he leans down to kiss your shoulder blades, connecting your bodies together as one. He’s balls deep and his head falls resting on your back momentarily, making brief grunts of pleasure as he gives you a moment to adjust, though it’s really for him as he has trouble focusing on how good you feel. “God you’re so fucking tight baby… I can tell you haven’t let anyone for a while, have you?” 

He stubbornly stills, fighting off his own urges for the sweet need to hear you beg for him, his cock twitching agonisingly inside the depth of your snug walls. He reaches down, yanking you back by your hair up to his chest, allowing him to kiss along your neck, enjoying the way you whine and mew at the sensations - desperately needing, wanting him to move. “Matty, pleaseee, I told you I’ve been good.” 

A deep satisfied chuckle vertebrates against your ear and he smiles against your skin, “That’s right you have.. fuck, you’re so perfect, so patient and good.” Your breathing shallows in frustrated whines as he still doesn’t move despite the praise. 

He pulls at the back strings of your bikini top speaking in a low, disappointed tone, “But that’s not my name now, is it, baby.” His free hand moves to pull at the front part, still tied and snapping it, freeing your tits, his eyes drawn to how they bounce out of their security.

He kisses more against your neck, leaving sweet marks along your skin, his hand groping your breast, toying with the nipple. Relishing in the way you squirm at the overstimulation, your pussy continues to clench around his stilled cock. He groans, his patience and temptation pushing at its fucking limits, and he’s genuinely impressed by his ability not to fall apart yet. “Come on sweetheart, I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re acting forgetful.” 

The intense feeling builds even without the movement of him and you swear you’re descending into insanity in this agony, brows furrowing as you whine. His hand re-wraps around your neck as he whispers his voice hoarse with need, “what’s my fucking name angel?” 

“Daddy...Daddy, please i-i need you to move.” He can hardly take it any longer at the desperation in which you plead the words he craved, needing so badly to hear. He loosens his grip on your hair, allowing you to fall forwards against the counter before he pulls back with little warning snapping back into your cunt. 

“Oh fucking merlin-,” He groans, his body reacting instantly to the warmth and familiarity that your tight pussy envelopes him, squeezing around him with every thrust. His pace increases with rapid speed, rigorously pounding, unable to contain himself as his hands grip tightly, digging into your hips. It’s been so long since he’s felt this good and he fears he won’t be able to last that long. 

He savours the loud moans and whines you sprawl filling the empty room off his kitchen, sounds he missed so badly. They sound just as good as he remembers, having thought about them a lot - but to have you actually underneath him squirming, moaning for him fills him with a deep satisfaction and pride. “Feels even better than I remember..baby,” his brows furrow, eyes falling to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your dripping hole. His hips thrust vigorously, bringing him intense amounts of pleasure and relief.

“Daddy, fuck omg,” the pleasure the rushes through you forces your eyes to shut, squeezing tightly, hands aimlessly searching around for something to grab, reaching back to dig your nails into his waist. The pleasure is so overwhelming, your stomach turns with how deep he’s filling you up. “Fuck- so good, so deep ugh.” 

He grins, “yeah feel good sweetheart, you miss me, fucking you so deeply?” The two of your bodies sweat and move together, rocking, your hips bruising against the cold marble. He lifts your left leg, bending it up onto the counter, causing his cock to slide deeper and graze hard into your cervix. “This is just for me isn’t it, this fucking pussy..all mine no matter how long apart we spend.” 

The combination of his possessive words and hips brushing intensely on your g-spot has you babbling incoherently, reminding you how quickly you’re able to fall apart under the touch of this man. “Yeah-h, yeah yeah- fuck, Matty.” Nails digging in further to his skin for the needed stability as your mind breaks apart, mouth caught in a constant parting as high moans continue to tumble from you. 

He laughs breathlessly, his voice hoarse as he feels himself edging the line of tipping over, “that’s fucking right,” his hips continue to shift driving further into you, “such a good girl for me always.” He doesn’t last a second longer, his hips jutting sloppily, “fuck- baby need you to cum.” 

Whining a desperate broken sound, you don’t need to be told twice, allowing your forehead to fall onto the counter at the break of your orgasm ruptures through you. Twice as hard as it’s ever been, twice as loud - you don’t hold back, screaming - crying his name in a harmonious praise. 

He’s never felt more aroused than from the words falling from your precious lips, before he sputters his cum deep inside you with a choked husky moan. Panting heavy breaths, trying to calm his beating heart in the aftermath of his ecstasy, rubbing your leg soothingly before releasing it from its perched position. He pulls back, quickly tugging his briefs back on, watching your slumped body stay stagnant against the marble. 

“Angel, you okay?” A small hum follows, acknowledging his concern, and you sigh pleasantly when he scoops you up, carrying you down to his bedroom. He kisses your temple before laying you down and fetching a warm cloth to tend to you. You lay recovering in euphoric bliss as he tidies you up, pressing delicately tender kisses to your inner thighs. 

A cluster of thoughts swirl like leaves caught up in the wind blustery inside your mind, and you speak, wanting to ponder one aloud. “Matty..?” 

He looks up at your soft, drained voice. “Yeah?” 

“Why did you come?” It’s been boggling your since you saw him in the police station, and there lyes a hint of vulnerability in your question. 

He shifts, straightening up in order to look down on you fully. He doesn’t mean to stall the question, but gets lost in the sight before him. You always were too beautiful for him, of course, being a Zabini that came naturally. His eyes warm as he flickers his gaze down on the uncertain expression your face holds. “You called.” 

It’s a simple answer, but it holds so much depth within it, causing a stir inside your chest to churn. His words reveal to you any uncertainty about the relationship you two held, he cared. More than you had expected too. Meeting his gaze, the two of your breath hitches in this moment of intensity. 

He leans down, hovering over you coming closer so that you can now feel his shallow breath, “I’ll always come, no matter what happens between us.” Trying not to open up too much the hanging weight of the situation still perching on his shoulders. The notion that you still are Blaise’s sister, a forbidden fruit, always pushing tempting on him. You had been right, he couldn’t say no to you, his control always becoming a crumbling mess under your touch. 

He smiles matching your own, unable to ignore the way his heart pounds harder in his chest at how your entire face lights up. With gentle hands he cups your cheek, “you’re a godamn dream y/n.” 

His words hold a somber meaning, with hints of honesty and yearning that you distinguish. Offering a small understanding smile back, you slide your hand over his, feeling his warmth, “I’m glad I can always count on you, Matty, no matter what.” 

He nods, too overwhelmed to say anything else, and presses a kiss to your forehead, nose and lastly, those pretty lips. The kiss radiates a different fresh energy than earlier. A recurring emotion you hadn’t felt from anyone other than him taking you back to your days together. There is heart and craving mingling amongst the tips of your tongues, encapsulating the passion you share for one another. 

“One day…I promise to make it come true. I won’t give up on us. I know we haven’t even begun our own story.” Your smile at his determined words, any hints of vulnerability evaporating and replaced with a blossom of affection and fondness for him. 

His eyes gaze lovingly at you as he falls laying beside you, arms pulling you closer till your head rests over his heart. The girl who he holds tightly now, had reignited the fire within him - an old flame - and he couldn’t help but want to burn alongside you, no matter the danger. To catch fire with your energy and dwindle down the wax together as one. 

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[zee-143]

A lil appreciation post for my moots <333

I love all of y'all sm💗💗

(I totally didn't steal this idea haha-😭)

@michelle4eve: AHHHH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. You've been nothing but sweet to me on this entire app and I really appreciate you. Remember to keep loving yourself you silly duck❗❤

@aia45: Heyy there pookie. Love you and your sarcastic personality so much. You're just generally an amazing friend. Heart<333 (ALSO STOP BEING SUCH A BULLY TO ME😭😭😭)

@capitainesyallin: You. You are such a cupcake. Oh my gosh. I don't understand how someone can be so freaking sweet, it hurts my soul. I love you sm btw💞💞💞

@aaa-sia: You deserve all the hearts💗💗💗 Ty so much for being so kind and supportive 🥺 I love being friends with you because it's always so silly haha. Love u!!

@antonsgirlfriend: One of my newest moots but you seem so niceee actually (AND FUNNY SKSKSK) Sending you love wherever you are❤️‍🩹😞

@milf-ivy: I absolutely love your vibe. You seem super duper cool!! Haha, I hope we interact more in the future. Hearts~~💕💕💕

@antisocial-socialbutterfly: Hey there :)) We don't interact much but I'm always seeing you liking my posts which I REALLY appreciate. Love yaaa💜👀

@foivestarrsketchez: Omgee, you seem really kind!! Even though we've only interacted a little, you've been nothing but an angel 😞💓💓

@jinnie-ret: AHHHH, AGAIN, LOVE YOUR WORK. and just the general vibe of your blog is adorable, I love itt❣️❣️

@azuna-sz: Your writing is the only thing keeping me sane ATP. I love it soo much and you feel like an actual sweetie💞💞

@kitteawampus: You're literally always liking some of my posts so like thanks for the support!!! And I love ur pfp!! 🤍🤍

@linos-kitten: Thank you for even looking at the random shit I post haha. You seem real niceee. <33333

@threeeyesslitthroat: We've bearly interacted but I appreciate you sticking around (also how did you come up with your username, it's so cool)💙💙

SORRY IF I MISSED ANYONE. I CAN ADD IF SOMEONE WAS MISSED 😭😭🙏🏽

[buttercupblu]

one day, the clouds parted and an Angel tumbled down, falling all the way from the celestial sphere, but landing light as a feather in a bushel of white roses. she looked up at the sky—brushing off her darkened wings—and with squinting eyes, gazed at a kingdom so bright but so rigid and said with a calm breath, "well screw you, i didn't want to be a part of that snooze fest anyway." and promptly made her own Heavens on Earth.

(in no particular order...maybe)

one punch (OP)

jojo's bizarre adventure (JJBA)

jujutsu kaisen (JJK) (lowkey regret the day i pressed play on this🤭)

record of ragnarok (ROR)

eventually attack on titan (AOT) once i'm finished with it (Levi should've been in the harem 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Angel's Heavens and why she loves them:

🩷Buddha (ROR): this man is my Lord and personal savior—watch ROR if you don't know what i'm talking about. Buddha exudes peace in his every waking and sleeping moment but try him if you want to and earn a first-class trip to Nirvana 😘. his tongue game is BRAZY (you've seen the gif) and he loves to BITE. he makes sure we do yoga together every single morning to start our day and after making sure my back is nice and stretched out, he breaks it 🧘🏾‍♀️. but he always puts me back together with soft coos, humming purrs, and tender strokes. this man is my lock screen, my peace, my husband, my everything. i keep him fed and not just with food; he will never know hunger as long as i am alive 🤍

💜Geto (JJK): mymanmymanmymanmymanmyman. if Sugu asked me to have his kids, i would say "how many baby?" and i am clearly not mother material 🥴. my husband #2 that i would turn my back against the JJK world for in a heartbeat. he could call me a 🙈 and i would say thank you. in all realness, i get geto. i really do. my little alien, my little aquarius, he just wants justice at the end of the day—truly. not power, not dictatorship, just for things to be right, safe. there's something about his maternal instincts that lets me know he would take suchhhh good care of me—he's so careful, so understanding. i'd never have to lift a finger (except when i'm being a brat) and his Suave Commercial locs make me want to wrap them around my fist and pull. he has a face card that will never decline and baby, i keep on swiping 🤧|sidenote: i need his gender pls and ty

💜Choso (JJK): my pookie-wookie puppyboi boyfriend Cho, what would i ever do without you??? idk, there's something about Chosito that sets my motherly instincts on fire 🔥 . i want to love on him, nurture him, care for him, and absolutely reduce him to tears all in the same breath. he's such a family man, so full of love and kindness and security and i adore that about him. my soft and gentle man, i feel like he's a 70-30 sub-dominate switch but gIRL do not be fooled 😩—when that man loses all sense in that cute little pig-tailed head of his, you better have an icy pack and aftercare on standby 🧍🏾‍♀️

💚Josuke (JJBA): oooohmygAWD 😩 what isn't there to say about boyfriend #2, Josuke?? the hair, the moves, the suave looks, the no-bullshit attitude. besides Dio, baby invented jojo-posing like, kneel before your Leo king?? he's so cute and creative and such a quick thinker like omg part 4 had me STRESSED, but he gets his quick wits from his no-good cheating ass pappy 🤭. josuke keeps it real, calm, cool, and collected. he's a bit too forgiving (fk Okuyasu) but that's only because he has a 💗 bigger than his hair, and when im not spending hours styling it and getting him together in the morning, im daydreaming about his love, care, and cuddles i get every night. and if i ever hurt myself, he's quick to heal my boo-boos with magical kisses🤍

💚Narancia (JJBA): my silly little goof ball pup #2, omg he's so precious and innocent and deserves soooo much more 🥺. Narancia is just...pure unadulterated love in human form. he doesn't judge, he doesn't reject, he's a bit quick to anger but it's always deserved because look at him!! how could you be mean to such a precious little thing, he wouldn't hurt a fly (unprovoked). my baby's a little slow but what he doesn't have in genius, he makes up for with his heart. and that boy can dance and dress his ass off, lets fking goooo skintight leather steel-bone corset top 🗣️

🩷Sukuna (JJK): ok listen....hear me out...balance🧍🏾‍♀️. he brings balance. everyone else is muddled and normal, soft, or innocent but Kuna resides in the extremes, is the perfect polar-opposite of Choso, and rounds out the group with good ole fashion discipline 💪🏾 (read Exercising with Sukuna if you don't believe me). he's not my favorite to deal with because the man puts the ass in asshole bUT it's good for my soul to toughen up every now and then. if you want something done and you want it done right, ask Sukuna. he'll grumble and berate you the entire time but sh*t will get done and better than you ever thought it could be. .......he also has 4 arms, 2 dicks, and a stomach mouth—good fkin bye.

🩷Saitama (OP): he makes me laugh, there's not much more to say 🤣. the most normal out of the group and the most nonchalant. Saitama is literally my best friend who never takes anything seriously just like me. our favorite hobby we do together is literally grocery shopping and i will wake my ass up every saturday morning to be by his side as he spends way too much time comparing fruits and vegetables just to get the same things he does every time. he's also the strongest and would deck everyone on this list if it came to it (argue with the manga, not me 🐸☕️)

honorable mention: Levi (AOT) because this short king 👑 cares too much and gives no f**ks at the same time and has the best resting b*tch face/face card i've ever seen 🧍🏾‍♀️

🪽current fav fic written by Angel: God is Fair|Suguru Geto since you were young, you knew you were meant for each other. he comes into your life like a storm and grows closer no matter how distant you seem. he swells and captures your heart every time he's near. so why do you keep fighting him? angel's note: full of backstory, poetry, and tear-your-heart-out angst with one of the sluttiest, smuttiest part twos in existence

🪽current fav recommendation from another author: One, Two, Three (it's not only you and me)|STSG x Reader "what suguru is trying to avoid saying is the whole cliché of 'we saw you from across the bar and we really like your vibe'," the white-haired man says, gaze flickering down your body. he looks back up, making eye contact. "but it's true, so we were wondering if you'd like to join us for some fun," he says casually, blue eyes piercing. angel's note: and it comes with an AMAZING playlist yall wtf 😩🖤

🪽current fav song to write to: Cigarettes out the Window|TV Girl

🪽fav genres: [writing: nasty, slutty, toe-curling smutty smut, thrillers, enemies to lovers, coming of age]|[reading: psychological horror/thrillers🧍🏾‍♀️, silly goofy supernatural/sci-fy like John Dies at the End (an incredible series that will have you in tears from laughter, stg), dystopian fiction, fiction satire, coming of age/young adult, the classics (surprise)]

🪽hobbies: writing, reading, skating, graphic design, being outdoors as much a possible, being at peace

beats me 🤷🏾‍♀️

nah jk.

the real reason will forever remain a mystery, but i think it has something to do with connectedness.

the first major story i wrote was handwritten in the largest binder i could find in the 4th grade and was about fairies with elemental superpowers.

my first fandom was typed out on my mom's typewriter at her job and about 40/50 pages and was about the boyband B5 (shout tf out to you if yk who they are 🗣️).

both of these instances explored hobbies/interests that i was deeply into. i wanted to share my own take on these things that occupied so much of my time with others who also couldn't escape the clutches of favorites and fandom.

i also wanted to "escape" from a life i thought was dull and bland in favor of living in a world that was bright and full of color and literally in the palm of my hands.

now i do it just because i like to torture myself 🤍

i would create an entirely new world if i could, but i'll settle for pouring my heart out on tumblr

💗first and foremost, all of my characters are 18+. i don't really care for writing aged-up minor characters but when i do, it will be mostly fluff but they will be adults at the end of the day, especially when you consider real-world timelines.

💗smut: i know what you came here for 😏. this does include some more controversial dynamics like consensual non-consent (CNC), ageplay, petplay, power exchange (top, bottom, sub, dom, "slave", etc) rough play, but these writings will always come with tag warnings because everyone likes their tea different 😊

💗fluff: ofc everyone loves a bit of fluff. tis good for the heart to remember that you have one (not me though, y'all be safe)

💗angst 😈: there's nothing i love more than stirring the fictional pot. it hurts so good

💗long ass stories that are almost always projected to be under 8k but end up breaching 10k because i have no control over my life 🤠

💗i will write characters outside of my Heavens/top fandoms but i have to be familiar with those characters/show—keep that in mind in case i reject a future request

let's be civil little angels here

🚫hardcore gore/mutilation: love to read it but cannot write it. am baby

🚫unsafe fetishes: i am kink-shaming 💩, race play, STDs (god why does this need to be said), grApe, i n c e s t, necro, actual torture, etc.,

🚫cliche/exaggerated mental disorders: like saying someone who is very tidy has "OCD" or someone with mood swings is "bipolar"; those are incorrect stereotypes AND i am not licensed to give even fictional characters those diagnoses

🚫pregnancy: gasp, ik. but listen, i have no idea what it's like to be pregnant or have kids (other than my stuffies) nor envision that for myself because it does not seem like much fun 😅 and frankly, i don't really care for it as a plot point? i'd consider it maybe for a drabble request but no major plots

🚫anything else i may be uncomfortable with down the line. i don't have a lot of hard nos but people can get weird sometimes 👀

reblogs, likes, and comments = angel kisses and i have soft, plump lips so 👉🏾👈🏾

i'll eventually open up my asks for requests but this gojo fic (teaser here) is balding me and taking up alllll of my time right now. once they do open, i may be slow to fulfill requests but that's only because i care too much about making great content 🥺. until then, you can still blow up my inbox with reviews, recommendations, thoughts, nonsensical jibber-jabber, whatever; Come chat with the Harem

[polarmary]

Omg omg omg omg omg omg Mari's turn

HELLO MARI I LOVE YOU!!! WHERE WAS THAT SONG I SAW FOR YOU-

Mari, you are someone really kind and sweet... You say you struggle with words, yet the way you express your kindness and concern through your actions is something I'll never get tired of thanking you for. You are truly sweet and kind, not forgetting your beautiful art that I'll also always be happy to compliment! Heh!! This song feels, like it's name says, a tiny bit of light, like a small candle in the middle of the cold, gently warming up your hands. You feel like that, so gently warm.... Oh! As I was looking which other song to give you, I saw this one and... My heart said I should give it to you, it's called Kokoronashi (video, it also has Portuguese subs <3)

As I was looking at the video, I noticed that I feel I know less about you than even the subtleties from Mg, and yet you are quite kind... This song is special, you know? The vibe, the strong and beautiful vocals... The feelings and the lyrics. This time more than instinct, it was my heart who chose to give you this one, I hope you enjoy it, I love you a lot. And your third one....

The Spotify one isn't the version I wanted tho. The song is Electric Angel (Rin & Len ver.), I SAW IT AND SAID OMG GIVE HER THIS ONE!! ITS SUCH A PRETTY AND ENERGETIC SONG!!! And look it can either be for you, for your pookie, for koto, you can adapt it to your needs, yes yes. ITS SO GOOD I LOVE THIS ONE!

I love you mari <3 sorry to keep you waiting heh I hope you enjoy them

Omg yay my turn arrived!!! Ty Seari &lt;;333 (and sorry for the delayed answer, I only saw it now T~T)

Alright, first of all, you just reminded me about Erased after so long and now i have the urge to rewatch it again LMAO......why do I want to make myself suffer again......Anyways- I never heard the eng version, it's pretty good!! It's a song that has somewhat of a hopefull feeling? idk how to describe it....but ty I love it!! I had completely forgotten about it.

The other two I actually have never heard before and dam the vocals on the second one- I could realy feel the emotion....I want to hug him too now and the lyrics omg. That song was so pretty, I think I'm going to snatch it to my spotify tbh. The last of the 3 is honestly adorable and groovy, it reminds me of something but I haven't figured out whatbut it did fill me with a happy vibe!! (and I see what you mean about how it can be for either, ty ty hehe)

About your words- I really don't know what to say. Honestly I never know what to say in response to kind words and compliments....but thank you, really 🥹 I love you too <333 I know I don't talk much...I'm kind of self conscious about what I say because I'm always paranoid of oversharing and ruining the mood or something of the sort- I'm sorry😭😭I'm always free to share stuff if people ask but I really avoid taking the iniciative... But anyways!! Thank you so much for the 3 songs, I loved all of them in their own way and thank you for taking the time to think what songs you'd assign me really T~T <33

[akgaereporter]

nct: taeyong and haechan's silly ass "scandals" recently

tldr: a week or so ago taeyong posted a tiktok with chaewon's "dododok" mistake and got so much hate from knetz he deleted it + a few members were dancing during yuta's ment at nct nation and people were calling them disrespectful for that but only focused on haechan.

so im coming to tumblr to rant because twitter stans are getting on my fawking nerves and i know everything i say on that hellish app is pointless because dumb btches will always be dumb btches.

honestly being an nctzen on twitter has never been enjoyable for an extended period of time because this godforsaken fandom is literally a homeless shelter for so many deranged chronically online kpop heads to beg for their pennies of attention. if we're being fr a lot of it has to do with the fcked up management of the group itself.. sm entertainment when i catch you in the streets ..

but recently the way two members in particular have been treated.. i cant even blame the fckass company for this level of degeneracy. yall just bitter and have an average screentime of 10 hours because how can you get so bored of supporting your fav you just start hating on them??? for no reason at all???

a couple days ago ty posted a tiktok with a silly remix audio of chaewons "dododok" mistake she made at a le sserafim's show on tour. that mistake literally went viral and basically all of the kpop industry laughed and copied it and called it cute, because that's what it is, just a cute little mistake we can giggle at and move tf on. the audio ty used was funny and created a trend that is currently going viral in korea.

instead of laughing, calling it a cute interaction, and going about their lives, knetz decided to wake up and be horrible people. what else is new bruh. of course big bad ty had an evil plan to mock the poor defenseless kim chaewon for her terrible mistake that deeply affected her..

please i almost kilt myself when i saw he deleted the tiktok. this is how jesus fans felt when he died like ty is quite literally an angel, his eyes sparkle and he giggles instead of laughing, how can you take him in as a person and still decide to actually bully him for next to nothing. like.. maybe you need to die idk.

and what gets me is the way they were acting like she said her dad died and he used an audio of that. its not that fcking serious dawg. she laughed at the damn joke herself and if they dont stop and pray that he privated the vid instead of deleting i will actually place a generational curse upon the families of pannchoa girls who cant keep his name out their mouth and I STAND BY THAT

and my bias, my boyfriend actually, my snookie ookie pookie bear haechan, god give me strength before i type this bullsht : during the last nct nation concert yuta started giving his ment in japanese, and some members at the other end of the line began dancing and messing around. they immediately stopped when ty motions them to. again, it isnt that fcking serious, but jobless neo investigators created discourse out of it. they didn't interrupt yuta or cause a fuss, they were literally just fidgeting around to pass the time because 20 speeches is a whole lot to listen to in silence.

but of course, its way more serious for nctzens, and furthermore haechan is the main evil villain of princess yutas fairy story. literally half the line started doing the dance but the only tweets getting likes included haechan's name. what the fck is wrong w these hoes seriously when i saw those tweets i thought they punched yuta in the face or sum. when i watched it i had a damn jaw drop at the audacity of these folk. they just keep getting worse at masking the animosity they have for their own favs, haechan in particular. yall claim to be his fans but jump on a hate train that isn't even 2 seconds old like.. are you even trying to like him? the video clearly shows the other members moving too, but somehow their eyes can only see haechans pretty little face and they just cant stand seeing him babygirling the way he did on the 17th of september 2023. it was never that fcking serious bitch, keep your nasty sticky keyboard fingers away from husband 1 and wife 2, i actually cannot stand seeing yall harass them for the stupidest pettiest shit this far and this many hits into their career. you literally know none of them have any ill intent behind the actions they do publicly, unless they say or do something outright offensive or malicious. so until they tell chaewon she's a stuttering ass bitch or roundhouse kick yuta off the stage, shut it up and stop using them for hit tweets damn

all of this just ties back to the fact nctzens are constantly watching THEIR OWN FAVS waiting for them to slip up. knetz chose ty and intlzens chose haechan. yall need to choose yourselves and get the fcking help you need because its not normal to hate on people you have a fan account for. be careful who you call oomf cause these fawking hybrid bitches got split personality disorders, all it takes is alt account and a dream. this is what happens when you choose silly idol boys instead of therapy and i mean that in the most helpful way

going to sleep mad asf smh

-also i was looking for taehyuck pics to put as a header for this post and i realized there's literally almost none?? hello?? haechan taeyong do yall even know each other?? not even a photoshoot or anything just some 10p quality debut pictures like damn haeyong nation yall are dead as hell 😢

[gf2bellamy]

TY FOR THE TAG !! <33

had to put a pic of my angel pookie ofc <3

★ no pressure tags @athenxt / @rana030 / @cherrygarcia-07/ @gummy-cat-writes / @summer-of-1985  + whoever sees this and wants to add their fav boy (s ) !!

🏹 everyone wants him, that was my crime ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

choose your favorite gentleman to match my favorite taylor line 💘

tags: @catchmeonyourceiling @lovethornes @daystarpoet @beaucereza @chxrrybxmbi @dolcecuore @auntiejohn @mothswan @binibby @bvrnesher @ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat @certaimromance @effortlesslysweet @aezuria @mothswan @lydiasfalling @gibsluv @darkmatilda @amrplastique @gf2bellamy @peanutalergy @xoxorory @bvrnesher @mggslover @xoxoivy13 @laufeysvalentine @dxstoeskyvjbess @softspokenpoetry @tea-biscuits-books @minorlyatfault @lovesick-all-over-my-bed @ladyreid @lydiasfalling @wqlfstqr @jjsblueberry @darkskyangel whoever wants to join <3

(sorry if I didn't mention you but join in (I need to make a list of my mooties because I forget names )

[zombii-ships]

Balloons, Red & Plushies

Ty ty for sending! 💕 Imma do this with Vash cuz i love rambling bout his ass

Balloons: What sort of fun activities do you and your f/o participate in?

We really like going dancing together!! Neither of us are great at it but it’s really just an excuse to be close and have some fun! Def baking as well. Well, more of me making him donuts and him being over my shoulder the whole time asking for additions

Red: Do you and your f/o share any fun or cute nicknames? What are they?

WE’RE ABSOLUTE HOES FOR NICKNAMES PLS!

Vash mainly calls me “Magpie” or “honey” and sometimes “pumpkin” if he wants something lol

I call him things like “angel” “sweetheart” “my love” “pookie” but also “hedgehog” and “spikey”. depends on the vibe in the moment!

Plushies: What is something comforting or happy that remind you and your f/o of each other?

We wear matching bracelets most of the time! If we ever have to be away from eachother, we’ve got those to feel connected! We do a thing where we kiss eachother, then eachother’s bracelet every morning before we go about our days!

[bihanspookies]

ROUND TWO!! this time for alora

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

— ISTJ-A (I took a quiz and this is what it gave me abdbsbdb)

🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

— A negative!

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

— She drinks! Not regularly but whenever she’s had a hard day or a rough mission (which is all the time so 💀).

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

— Cerberus!!

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

— Both! She likes the outdoors and being active but does enjoy her time inside relaxing.

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

— She doesn’t have a favorite, she just likes whatever’s strong, even though it takes a lot of alcohol to get her just a little tipsy lmao

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

— She is STUBBORN as hell and prefers to keep her little bubble of knowledge. If she can’t learn something quick then she gives up and moves on (it’s a miracle she learned how to properly greenhouse)

[mooodyblue]

its come to my attention that e was a nail biter (he’s so sweet 😭😭💜) could we have a fic where little!e keeps biting his nails and is told off by reader for it? maybe he doesn’t want to use a paci/is embarrassed to but ends up using it as to not get in trouble for biting his nails? really whatever u feel he would do 💗💗

wahh he's just like me!!! he's so pookie in these photos i love him ty for the request!

wc: 333 (looked up what this angel number meant and almost cried 🥹)

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you'd always noticed elvis's nervous habit of biting his nails, often telling him off and and pulling his fingers away from his mouth every time.

you'd always noticed elvis's nervous habit of biting his nails, often telling him off and and pulling his fingers away from his mouth every time.

it only got worse when he was little.

"elvis-" you sighed, "you gotta stop biting your nails." you took his fingers out once more, getting a whine from elvis in response. "i keep telling you to use your paci-"

"don't wanna use it." elvis muttered.

"but it's not good to bite your nails." you rummaged through a drawer, pulling out the same paci you'd been trying to get him to use for weeks now. you held your hand out with the paci, only for him to knock it out of your hand. "elvis presley!"

"don't want it!" he complained. "'s weird n yucky!"

you frowned, picking up the paci again and washing it off before sitting next to him, placing a gentle hand on his knee. "baby, it's not weird or yucky to use a paci. i got it specially designed just for you." you held the soft pink paci up again, pointing at his name in beaded letters. "you see?"

elvis gasped, examining it closely. "'das my name!"

"that is your name!" you grinned. "and using it means you won't chew on your yucky nails and get germs all over your mouth, we don't want that do we?"

he shook his head no, "don't wanna get sick."

"that's right, you're so smart!" you pinched his cheek. "so can you try using it for me? so momma doesn't have to get mad when you chew on your nails?"

[tzyuki]

JAYAYAYAAYYYA HRU DOING POOKIE? HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL !! BUT LIKE I DID THIS WITH SAV SO IMA DO IT WITH YOU I'M GONNA GIVE YOU 3 K-POP SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF YOU :)) O1. No Celestial By Le Ssserafim this song just SCREAMS you, when it plays "I'm no funding angel I'm no ducking goddess" that part reminds me of you 😝 O2. Attention Please! By Enhypen , So Attention is a song technically about getting people's attention being the center of attention, which I mean if you walked in a room you would def be the center of attention 💋🤞 O3. Queendom By Redvelvet , Rlly Queendom is a song about Positivity idek know how people came up with saying its a dark song ☠️ but you have positivity and you ARE NOT afraid to stand up for yourself and I like that #welovegirlpwr #wap #yes

Here's a jungwon for you tho. ALSO LOVED THE SCARA DRABBLE 😻😻

THE WAY I LOVE ALL THOSE SONGS HELLO ???? OMG TY ??? IM DOING GOOD HRU POOKIE ?? and ty for loving the scara drabble 🙏

[theother-victoria]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love!

omg ty for the tag kou pookie! DONT APOLOGIZE FOR THE TAG!!!!! and dont mind if I do hehehe >:)

hello, sailor!- aventurine

all aboard the lady luck and set sail for a new adventure! life on land doesn't satisfy you, so why not take to the seas instead? while working under captain aventurine as the primary nurse onboard, everything you've ever wanted is within your grasp, and yet the mystery surrounding your captain is still there, just short of being solved. just what kind of secrets lie hidden beneath that charming smile and silver tongue?

notes: this singlehandedly rekindled my aventurine obsession and I loved writing it as much as you guys enjoyed devouring it (ty for the once in a lifetime reblog kou pookie I still dream of it sometimes). one of the longest fics I've ever written but it certainly didn't feel like two months because of how much fun I had writing it. this was also a good exercise in juggling multiple main characters at once and I loved it but maybe that's my bias for the ip3 showing LMAO. I have also received some interest for a continuation so if the pirate aventurine bugs ever bite again...

all stars must die one day- alhaitham

it’s always been him- stupidly perfect and handsome Alhaitham who you saw as the bane of your academic achievements. Three years later and now so much has changed. He misses you. He misses your endless bickering and meaningless fights. Why did you change so much? It’s a mystery he makes up his mind to resolve.

notes: oh where do I begin with you... to this day it's still my most popular fic by note count. for being over two years old it's aged quite well. I had people pouring their hearts out to me in the comments section and my inbox and it brings me such great joy to know that my writing can have such an impact on people's lives to the point where they feel moved to leave some nice words behind. i hold this trilogy very dear to my heart <3

all hearts as one beneath the sun- aventurine

before kakavasha dissolves into the nihility, there is one hope he has to let go of. may you meet again in a kinder world and under a warm sun.

notes: ouuuufgggngngnnggnhhwhsndfnnahdsjlkfk........ vividly remember making myself cry with this one. this was one part exploration into memory and grief and how the two work together but also one part missing 2.1 aventurine LMAO. I came up with the idea for this after listening to had I not seen the sun one too many times miss robin the power ur songs hold over me should be studied...

love is concocted from esters and ketones ch. 02- robin

you’ve been commissioned to make a perfume that tells the life story of the universe’s most beloved idol. don’t let her down now.

notes: chat I will admit... I got a little carried away with this one... can't help it that I love robin and perfume and when you combine the two together? death sentence for me. immediately. but all jokes aside, this was a lovely dive into the first penacony character I fell in love with and her backstory, which while touched upon in the main storyline, was done so in relation to sunday's. I wanted to see my pretty angel singing queen have the spotlight she deserves and perhaps crash out bc she needs it

an eye for an eye- dr ratio

what happens when you stick your nose where it doesn't belong?

notes: I LOVE ME SOME GOOD MURDER MYSTERY!!!!! I rmbr thugging this out for the server halloween event and just BARELY making it in time. aside from that I had SO much fun writing this piece! it was a true test of my descriptive writing abilities and I think I did a good job nailing the 70s small mountain town vibes I was going for :D loved seeing people's reactions to the twist at the end too

tagging @tragedy-of-commons, @rainswept, @vxnuslogy, @aritsukemo, and @your-sleeparalysisdem0n (no pressure tags, lmk if you don't want to be tagged in the future)

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. spread the self-love!

thank you for tagging me @suguwu sorry this took me a sec to get to!! i have been cooking it up in my mind though !! hehe

Threefold | Honkai Star Rail — Mydei

When the husband you’ve never met returns from the war you’ve never understood, he comes bearing a strange and inexplicable gift — a prince in chains who he refuses to kill.

notes: this is my most recent project ergo i am the happiest with it atm HAHA i think my prose is at its strongest here!! honestly the idea for the plot really came to me in a vision…the image of mydeimos as the reluctant prisoner appeared so clearly to me that i had no choice but to build entire world to make it a reality!! (although in terms of world building i have done the bare minimum i feel LMAO very fast and loose fs) even though i haven’t met him in-game yet hehe he’s just very handsome yk haunts my waking hours and whatnot

Seabird | Blue Lock — Sae Itoshi

Thanks to a chance encounter on the beach, you spend your vacation trying to apologize to the famous soccer player you inadvertently offended. Unfortunately, Sae Itoshi has other plans.

notes: i feel like i would be remiss if i didn’t mention seabird!! this one was so much fun to write if only because reader and sae had the funniest dynamic i think i’ve ever written. they are so hater4hater and all of their conversations (plus the little brother’s snarky asides) had me giggling as i came up with them. i think in terms of prose it’s definitely a lot more functional compared to like threefold but that kind of lends it that silliness and charm?? so i still love it HAHA

Hierophant | Honkai Star Rail — Sunday

Sunday is your mirror, as you are his — or, how meeting him spells your doom, just like losing you spells his.

notes: did i know anything about sunday when i wrote this?? debatable (it was a birthday gift). forget about robin LMAOO this is definitely THE most ooc oak siblings you will ever see but i enjoyed it making it regardless!! it’s a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓭𝓪𝔂 fic more than anything and very speculative/open to interpretation in its entirety which is what i was hoping to get across hehe like i have my ideas for what i think happened but truly it’s not clear at all and it was fun withholding everything LFKDJD if that makes sense…coming up with the differences between halovians and humans as well as writing sunday’s slow deterioration and eventual breakdown was very fun for me!! i also loved switching between past tense and present tense for the different povs hehe it was a fun exercise writing-wise as well!!

The Instrument | Blue Lock — Michael Kaiser

Michael Kaiser is like a rose, and you are the songbird he cannot bear to lose.

notes: yes my opp michael kaiser is making an appearance here because unfortunately i actually do really love this piece LMAO i am not as much a fan of the part two because i only wrote it upon popular demand (i prefer leaving things open-ended) but part one i do by and large enjoy!! this was my first time ever writing in the present tense and i loveddd it HAHA it really unlocks a different style and vibe of writing for me so although i don’t always use it i def do like pulling it out every now and again which i wouldn’t have learned i can do without the instrument!!

Polar | Blue Lock — Nagi-Centric Genfic

This time, when Seishiro Nagi’s talent at soccer is discovered, it’s by a boy named Oliver Aiku — which goes about as well as you’d expect it to.

notes: this one is definitely a crazy one to put on here given that this is a genfic and i am a reader insert author but. i LOVE polar LMAOAOAO it was born of a silly conversation i had with one of my friends (jei if you’re seeing this hi) but it ended up being over 20k words of nagi character study in an au where he’s found by oliver instead of reo!! i love writing it hehe i think this is the proof nagi is my fav because like writing a genfic from a character’s pov is smth i’ve never done before and probs never will do again. but it was a blast at the time!!

no-pressure tagging: @luvether @loverducky @mewnbuns @kazucee @veraties (if any of you were tagged already i am sorry 🥹 i tried switching up who i tag too so i hope you all are okay with it please lmk if not so ik for next time 💖)

[ask-yuna-handa]

(Ty pookie 😘) (k I actually have to go to bed now 😭 GN LARZ)

*Tanjiro was holding Milo’s hand but he let go to pick up a cool item he found. He turned to show it to Milo but she wasn’t there* “Angel! Look at thi— Angel?” *he tapped Michio’s shoulder to get his attention*

*cutely grabs regular Milo and runs away with her*

you’re mine now.

*She gasps then sees its you* “Hi Yuna!” *She giggles*

(your oc’s name is yuna right? sorry, i’m not the leader of the muichiro memory for mothing😂)

[vinylbiohazard]

:o ty pookie!!!

last song i listened to: Oh No! by MARINA

currently reading: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

currently watching: like... so many animes. going in order of most enjoyable: bungou stray dogs (new season), jujutsu kaisen (megumi, mahito, tofu dude <3), the case study of vanitas (hhhhhhhh astolfo), horimiya, gunjou no fanfare (HOOOOOOOOORSES), given (GAY), , angels of death (zack <3),

current obsession: ...bsd. also saiki k :D and occasionally i go crazy about jujutsu kaisen but thats a work in progress

tagging: @againtodreaming @accidentallyatekneecaps @biscuits-corner @ghostsinacoat @monothenightmare @nakajimers @noose-lion @realtweekscoffee @vestaldestroyer @someonebeatmetotheseusernames @zombiemackerel

mutuals i want to know better - thank u for the tag @quantumpoem !!

last song i listened to: akuma by macaroom i'm obsessed with it rn

currently reading: all the lovers in the night by mieko kawakami

currently watching: nothing for now bc i have to write a paper for uni ;-; (finished jujutsu kaisen last week)

current obsession: bsd brainrot not going away anytime soon

tagging: @handsovereyes @ikiyou @kamileonik @vinylbiohazard if u wanna do it ofc!

[sketch202]

FR THO

HE WAS ALL LIKE, "You better do dishes before dinner or else Im gonna have to tell mom and dad."

WHAAAAAAAT HE HASNT EVEN DONE ANYTHING ALL DAY AND STAYS IN HIS ROOM. FYM?!?!?!? DONT ACT LIKE UR THE BOSS OF ME JUST BC U SKIPPED WORK TODAY LMFAOOOO

Ty for being a hater with me Angel pookie 😘

No way my older bro (who is 17) just threatened to tattle on me for not Doing dishes?

BRO IS A WHOLE JOKE LMFAOOOOO 💀💀💀