#bby's actually sweet smile

[tqlepatia]

Pheromones perfume with sevika because she was angry and ignoring you so you took matters in your own hand

Pheromones perfume. ─ suggestive ( since I don't write smut often )

Sevika had been in one of her moods — brooding, jaw tight, and giving you the silent treatment like a professional. No amount of sweet talking or teasing had broken her stubborn resolve. You weren't even sure what had set her off this time, but you'd had enough of being ignored.

So, naturally, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

The pheromone perfume had been an impulse buy, sitting unused on your vanity for weeks. You never thought you'd actually wear it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. One spritz to your neck, a dab on your wrists, and you were ready for war.

Sevika was in the living room, sprawled on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, pretending to watch some mindless show. The moment you walked in, her head turned ever so slightly.

“Hey,” you greeted casually, standing a little too close as you leaned on the back of the couch.

Her nose twitched.

“New perfume?” she asked, voice low, skeptical.

“Mm, yeah. You like it?”

She grunted, trying to play it cool, but her eyes flicked to your neck, lingering just a bit too long.

You bit back a grin, brushing your fingers through your hair, subtly wafting the scent toward her. “Thought I'd switch things up. You know, since someone's been all grumpy.”

Her lips twitched, almost betraying a smile, but she fought it off. “Not grumpy,” she muttered, though her voice had lost its edge.

“Oh, sure. You're a ray of sunshine,” you teased, leaning down so your lips were close to her ear.

Sevika shifted, clearly uncomfortable — not from annoyance but from the sudden heat crawling up her neck. Her jaw clenched tighter, but her pupils were blown wide now, betraying her composure.

“You're doing this on purpose,” she accused, voice husky.

“Me? Never,” you said innocently, brushing past her arm as you circled the couch.

Before you could get far, her hand shot out, gripping your wrist. Her touch was firm, possessive. “Careful, bby,” she warned, though there was no real threat in her voice, only desire simmering beneath.

You smiled sweetly, knowing you'd won. “Or what?”

Her eyes darkened. “Or I’ll remind you who you're teasing.”

that predatory gleam you knew so well sparking to life. In one swift motion, she tugged you down onto her lap, your knees straddling her thick thighs. The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating, making your head spin.

"You think a little perfume's all it takes to get me worked up?" she murmured, her lips ghosting over your neck, just shy of contact.

"You tell me," you whispered breathlessly, tilting your head to give her access.

Sevika let out a low, gravelly chuckle, her breath hot against your skin. "You're trouble, you know that?"

Her hand slid up your thigh, calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The teasing brush of her thumb against your hip made your pulse race.

"And you're stubborn," you countered, barely able to keep your voice steady as her mouth finally found your neck, lips and teeth dragging over sensitive skin.

"Stubborn enough to make you beg," she growled, nipping at your pulse point just hard enough to make you gasp.

Your fingers tangled in her short hair, nails scraping against her scalp as you pressed closer. "Pretty sure you're the one who broke first," you managed to taunt, though your voice was shaky with need.

Sevika's eyes flicked up, sharp and dangerous, a slow grin spreading across her face. "Is that right, princess?" Her voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it—a warning.

Her hand slid down your back, rough fingers tracing along your spine before settling firmly on your hip. "to confident for someone shaking like a leaf," she murmured, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"I'm not—" The words caught in your throat as Sevika's hand moved lower, slipping under your skirt without hesitation.

"Not what?" she whispered, voice dripping with smug amusement. "Not nervous? Not completely at my mercy?"

Your breath hitched as her fingers brushed against bare skin, teasing along your thigh. "Sevika..."

"Hmm? What's that, bunny?" Her tone was infuriatingly cocky now, her hand unapologetically exploring, fingers curling just enough to make your legs tremble.

"You—"

"Me?" she interrupted with a smirk, pressing a little harder, her breath hot against your neck.

A shiver ran through you, words lost in the heat between you both as Sevika claimed every ounce of control you'd thought you had.

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Stress Relief

Summary: After a recent promotion, Javi has had a lot on his plate. Thankfully, you know just what to do to help him de-stress.

Word Count: 2.8K

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n, post season 3)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (make safe choices pls), oral (m receiving), creampie, size kink (ish?), praise kink, sex as stress relief, Subby, whimpering Javi because giving him a surprise blowjob when you know he's stressed would make him crumble, this is literally porn without a plot WHOOPS

A/N: Shoutout to my job for having a system wide data outage today so I didn't have to work and got to write this instead 🤪 Poor bby cow eyes deserves all the stress relief in the world, and who am I to deny him 🤷🏼‍♀️ Also proud of myself because this is the first thing I've written without an obscene breeding kink in God knows how long, gold stars for me LMAO

Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!

“You’re still working?” 

“No, I just really like sitting here and going through all this fucking paperwork for fun.” Javi sighed, sarcasm oozing out of his words as he leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

As thankful as Javi was for his much more structured, low risk job at the Laredo Sheriff's Department compared to his time back in Colombia, his recent promotion had put way more on his plate than he had expected. 

Begrudgingly, Javi had been bringing work home with him most nights to make up for what he couldn’t finish in the office, leaving him in an exceptionally sour mood that he was spending his nights finishing paperwork instead of spending time with you. 

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be an asshole, Querida.” Javi huffed, upset with himself that any ounce of him was resorting to taking his frustrations out on you. “I just- I’ve just been really stressed about trying to get all this shit done.” 

“Really? I can’t tell. You don’t seem stressed at all.” You quietly teased, your sarcasm enough to at least crack a small smile out of his pouted frown. 

Pushing the office door open, you softly padded into the room, placing yourself behind Javi’s desk chair and draping your arms around his shoulders, gently resting your chin on his shoulder. His hands reached up to wrap around your arms now resting against his chest, his thumbs rubbing soft circles onto your skin as he let out a heavy sigh, your presence flooding him with at least a little bit of calm amongst the chaos.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked, pecking a soft kiss onto the scratchy stubble of his cheek. 

“No, it’s just some paperwork shit.” 

“You sure?” 

“No, thank you though, Hermosa. I promise I’ll be done soon, baby.” 

Javi assumed his reply and gentle pat to your arm still wrapped around him would have enough to send you back out of his office so he could finish the rest of his work, but as your lips began to slowly travel from his cheek to down his neck and back up to nibble at his ear while your hands slid down his chest, he slowly realized that your offer to help had nothing to do with the actual work he needed to finish. 

“You sure there’s nothing? It sure seems like you could use some stress relief, Javi.” The tone of your voice shifting from sweet and innocent to low and sultry, the whisper of your words dancing in Javi’s ear and fingertips raking lower across his stomach and thighs making his breath hitch in the back of his throat as he realized what kind of “help” you were planning to offer him.

You smirked as you watched the bulge in his slacks begin to stiffen, your hand just grazing along the seam of his crotch while you kissed his neck, sucking at his pulse point and nipping at his skin. You could practically feel Javi melting into his chair at your touch, hoping that your plan would provide your husband with some much needed stress relief. 

“Pobrecito (Poor thing). You’re so tense. And so hard,” You laughed quietly to yourself, hand now cupping the full blown erection in his pants, “You gonna let me help you, baby? Help you get rid of some of this stress?” 

You began to swivel his desk chair to face you, Javi’s lips already parted for his heavy breaths as his hungry gaze met yours. Slowly, you climbed into his lap, your legs straddling over his hips as your hands ran up and down his chest, toying with the buttons of his dress shirt to expose his soft and tanned skin. 

Your mouths met in a hungry clash of tongues and teeth, capturing Javi’s muffled moans as you kissed him with an electric intensity that already had him needily bucking his hips up into you, desperate to ease how painfully hard he was from the few short moments since your proposition. 

Javi could barely find it in his mind to string together a coherent sentence, frantically nodding his head in agreement to your question between sloppy kisses, letting his hands roam down your back until they were grabbing your ass, kneading the plump flesh in his grasp. 

“Use your words, Javi. You want me to take care of you?” You cooed, grinding your hips into his lap as you watched his head tip back against the chair, jaw going slack and mind running blank as you rubbed against the straining fabric of his pants. 

“Fuck. P-Please, baby.” He moaned, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped, trying to use any ounce of composure he could to somehow make words travel from his brain to his mouth. 

“Good boy.” You smirked, placing one last kiss on his lips before climbing off his lap to settle yourself between his legs on the floor, letting your fingers toy with the clasp of his belt buckle until it broke free.

“Fuck me.” Javi whispered to himself under his breath, watching you free his belt to carefully unzip his slacks, lifting his hips just enough to help you pull down his boxers to reveal his aching cock, tip already red and precum weeping from his slit. 

“Maybe if you behave and let me take care of you, then yes.” You teased before letting your kisses trail up his thighs, inching closer and closer to his length, only making him groan more. His hand ran through the dark locks of his thick brown hair, trying to center himself enough to keep from busting right then and there. 

Your hands ran up and down his thighs as you scooted closer to him, kisses trailing behind the gentle graze of your fingertips up towards his length. You couldn’t help but smirk at him with a devilish grin, seeing how needy and worked up he already was without you even touching him yet. 

Letting your lips inch closer and closer to the base of his cock, your hand wrapped carefully around him, your thumb swiping over his tip and collecting the precum that had been leaking from it, sending a shiver down his spine and a low groan in his chest.

Slowly, your kisses made their way up his length, your lips replacing your hand, tenderly licking at sucking at his tip, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. “Relax, Javi. Let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed, letting his cock tap against your tongue before licking a long strip from base to tip, the sensation making him shutter. 

“O-kay. Fuck- Yeah, okay, baby.” He managed to stammer out, looking down at you perched between his legs, beginning to sink your mouth down on his length, hollowing out your cheeks until you could feel him hitting the back of your throat, coming back off him with a pop and a satisfied smile, batting your lashes at him. 

Javi’s head hit the back of his chair as you began to repeat the motion, slowly taking the full length of his cock in and out of your mouth, letting his tip graze the back of your throat with each movement.

Letting your tongue drag up his shaft, your lips wrapped around his tip, sucking and flicking at his most sensitive spots. One hand was wrapped around his cock and working in tandem with your mouth, while the other grasped at his bare thigh, fingertips digging into his skin. 

You began to pick up your pace, shifting your hand to cup his balls so you could take him back into your throat, sinking down just enough to let the deep, musky scent of the curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nostrils. 

You couldn’t help but let a small smirk form between your lips as you worked at his cock, seeing and hearing just how wrecked Javi was from the short time that you had gone down on him, quiet whimpers and moans escaping from his lips, followed by muffled whispers of mixed expletives in Spanish and English to himself in any attempt to keep from spilling down your throat just as soon as you had started. 

“Jesus fucking Christ… F-fuck me. You feel- mierda- you feel so good, Hermosa.” Javi managed to stammer out between gasps, looking down at you nestled between his legs with a desperate expression painted across his face, already feeling his balls beginning to tense and stomach start to swirl. 

While you knew it wouldn’t take much more to get Javi to your intended point of stress relief, you selfishly couldn’t deny the fact that you were now also in need of your own relief, feeling the arousal that had been pooling in your underwear, coating the inside of your thighs and forcing you to squeeze them together in attempts to ease your growing ache. 

Pulling off Javi’s cock and planting a soft kiss to his tip, you peered up at him with a devilish grin, phrasing your next proposition as a question, even though you undoubtedly already knew what his answer would be. 

“You wanna cum down my throat, or cum inside me? You choose, handsome.” You cooed, fingertips grazing the inside of his thighs as your kisses trailed behind, teasing Javi to the point you were half convinced he might cum just like this, considering his half coherent babbles as he tried to string together words to form any sort of thought. 

“I-inside. Fuck- Let me cum inside you, please.” He stammered, nodding his head frantically in confirmation of what you already knew would be his answer. 

Gripping your hands around his thighs to push yourself up to stand, you reached down to tug the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, quickly followed by your bra, both now crumpled in a pile on the floor. 

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at how Javi was gawking at you and your now bare chest, eyes bulging out of his skull and jaw hitting the floor as if he was a goddamn cartoon and it was the first time he had seen you topless in his entire life. 

Your bottom half slowly followed the same fate as your top, pants and underwear shuffling down your hips and legs until they were pooled around your ankles, leaving you completely naked as you began to crawl back into Javi’s lap. 

You let your legs straddle over his hips, your cunt ghosting over his cock as you placed your hands on his stomach, letting them slide up his chest until they were buried in the thick locks of his dark hair, gripping and tugging his curls while your mouth engulfed his in an electric kiss. 

A soft moan rumbled in your chest as his firm grasp found a home on your hips, his fingers digging into the meat of your stomach, holding on for dear life while he felt you hovering over his length. 

“Please, Hermosa. I need to feel you, baby.” He whispered into your ear, now all but begging for you to sink down onto his cock and let himself get lost in the mesmerizing warmth and wetness of you. 

Reaching below you, you wrapped your hand around his cock, positioning it beneath you to lower yourself down, whimpering at the sweet stretch and sting of his girth, letting his tip kiss your cervix as he filled you with every inch of himself that you could take. For as many times as you had found yourself in this position, you were convinced that you would never get over just how full you felt with Javi inside you, and how breathtakingly incredible it felt. 

Cupping Javi’s strong jaw in your hands, your forehead rested against his as you let your hips start to grind into his, long and languid circles of your lower half, rolling back and forth, burying Javi’s cock deep inside the warm, wet walls of your cunt. 

“Fuck me. Holy fuck.” Javi groaned, his hands snaking up your front to grab your breasts, kneading the soft flesh greedily in his hands. His fingers reached for your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, the new sensation sending a jolt of pleasure to your core. 

That, combined with the hairs at the base of Javi’s cock rubbing deliciously on your clit and the way Javi’s cock punched against your g-spot was already making you see stars, vision going white and brain going blank from just how good he felt buried inside you.

Instinctively, you rocked your hips faster, feeling an all too familiar tingle begin to build at the base of your spine. Almost as if Javi could sense the way your cunt was starting to clench around his length, he couldn’t help but buck his hips up into yours, his thrusts filling you in a way that had you absolutely reeling and breathless, the two of you both teetering on the brink of collapse to chase your own highs. 

“You feel, oh shit- you feel so good, Javi. Feel so good inside me. I’m close, baby.” You whimpered, burying your hands in the sweat curled hairs at the nape of his neck, lost in your own pleasure as your stomach swirled faster and faster with arousal. 

You could tell Javi was close, too- The gritting of his teeth, the wild and wanting look in his sweet brown eyes, the sloppy pace of his dick pounding into you and nearly incomprehensible babbles were all the tells you knew far too well to realize he was quickly about to come undone. 

“Yeah? F-fuck, I love being inside you. So fucking wet and tight, holy fuck.” 

You could feel your walls beginning to tighten around him, moaning as you buried your head in the crook of his shoulder, fingernails digging crescent moons into his skin as you braced yourself for the wave that was about to crash through you. 

 “Fuck baby, don’t stop- ahhhh- please don’t stop.”

“I know, baby, I know. Let go for me, Osita. Wanna feel you soak my lap before I fuck you full of me. Gonna cum so deep inside this tight little pussy.” Javi reached down so the pads of his fingers rubbed along your clit as you rolled your hips, sinking yourself deeper onto his cock with each thrust, your vision going white as you could feel yourself come undone. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkkkk!” You cried out as you felt your orgasm pulse through you, pleasure shooting through your body as you came, clamping down around Javi’s cock and gushing with your arousal, your body melting limp into his as he followed suite. 

“That’s it, baby. I’m gonna- fuck- g-gonna cum too. Fuck me, gonna fill you so full of me you’re- oh shit- gonna be dripping out of me f-for da- Oh fuckkkkkk-” With a final stutter of his hips, Javi thrust up into you, letting the warm rush of his spend coat your walls, milking himself of every last drop before carefully pulling out, letting the rhythmic breathing of your chests rising and falling sync together. 

“Holy fuck.” Javi sighed, kissing your bare shoulder before letting his plush lips peck across your neck and jawline before meeting yours. “I think it worked.” 

“Think what worked?” You asked, still trying to come to in your blissed out state, gently combing your fingers through the sweat ridden curls of Javi’s hair, giggling as he knowingly ghosted his fingers across your stomach, smiling to himself at your ticklish laughter. 

“The stress relief. God, I love you. I’ll never know what the fuck I ever did to deserve you, but I won’t question it. Thank you, baby.” Javi grinned, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek, leaving his other arm to wrap around your waist and pull him closer to his chest. 

“I love you, too, Jav. Glad I could help. Hopefully this was enough motivation to get you through the rest of your work.” 

As you started to scoot yourself off Javi’s lap to clean up the mess of arousal, clothes, and a few scattered papers you had left in your wake, you were taken aback to feel his grip tighten around you, holding you in place. 

“It’s gonna be a long night, because I’m not even close to being done.” Javi smirked, his tongue darting between his lips as his eyes darkened with a hungry gaze. 

“Then you need to let me get off you, you goofball. Last time I checked, your naked wife sitting on your lap isn’t helping anyone to get paperwork done.” You teased, playfully crossing your arms over your chest, tilting your head at Javi in a mix of sass and confusion until a shriek of surprise escaped from your chest as Javi stood up to set you on top of his desk, caging his broad body over yours. 

“Oh I’m done with all of this shit,” He paused, gesturing to his desk before letting his kisses lazily trail down your body until he was on his knees with your legs draped over his shoulders, spreading them open to reveal the swollen and glistening mess still between your thighs, “but there’s not a chance in hell I’m done with you.” 

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[stqrgirlie0]

⋆✮theodore nott✮⋆

part 2 /part 4

theo’s had a hard childhood, his mother sadly died and all he has left his father. his fucked up father. there’s no wonder as to why theo took up smoking, but this doesn’t change the fact that he’s completely addicted. every inhale and exhale takes him further away from the walls of the castle, just what he wants. just what he needs. despite his mother leaving him from a young age, theo continues his and his mother’s shared passion for learning, doesn’t necessarily mean he’s at the top of his classes but he’s doing pretty good if he says so himself. theo was also taught how to play the piano but avoids doing so because he thinks it reminds him of his mother too much. but if you wake up in the middle of the night, you might faintly hear a sweet sweet melody being played from the common room.. all the neglect from his father’s end corrupted his innocence growing up, and as a child Theo often spent his time in solitude. however he didn’t let this affect his relationships in his teenhood, and still chose to foster relationships- but only as far as friendships. Theo has never been in a relationship and the ‘sleeping around’ thing his friends so often did, didn’t seem so appealing to him. that is, until he saw you. he was sure you were new but when you first talked and told him you’ve been here since first year, let’s just say it wasn’t one of his proudest moments. from that moment he knew exactly what he was going to do. it took a while, his grovelling weirded you out at first- did he like you? was he trying to do this as a joke? eventually you’d realised it was in fact not a joke, and theodre nott actually did like you, yes. however did you know what to do in response? absolutely not, so of course you turn to everyone’s go-to flirting method: feigned dislike. it worked wonders while also creating a tense but playful rivalry between you and theo. did this confuse theo at first? slightly, yes. but was he also turned on by it? absofuckinglutely. in case it isn’t obvious, things did eventually get heated… everything about you had him going crazy- your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your comebacks, your scent, your hands, YOUR HANDS. gosh he goes absolutely feral over your hands (mainly because he imagines he’ll be putting a ring on it one day, but asides from that..) the way that they fit so perfectly into his alters his brain chemistry or something because trust me this man will be holding onto it and fidgeting around with it EVERY. SECOND. OF. THE. DAY. while everyone thinks he’s a complicated character, he’s actually not. there’s a limited amount of ways to get to his heart- food, hugs and hickeys. food: you know it, every theo enthusiast has heard this about a million times, all the more reason to believe it to be true!! he will literally eat his whole weight and won’t think anything of it, and will STILL be skinny af. hugs: this man needs his hugs just to relax and have a lil breather. a back hug, a side hug, a bear hug, straddle hug, you name it he will hold onto you like a koala! hickeys: alright, enough of our soft teddy, Mr Nott knows his way around your neck, shoulders, chest, EVERYWHWRE. there’s nothing sweet about this, he wants everyone to know who makes you a hot moaning mess every night.

#hmm should I do a part two??🤔🤔#y’all know I’ll do anything for my theo bby

[buckyalpine]

im just tossing it out here but i headcanon that bucky and y/n’s first dance at their wedding was to the song “until i found you” by stephen sanchez bc that is, in fact, their theme song.

love ya, have an amazing day bby- gossip girl xoxo

IM CRYING YES. I'm actually sobbing, I want this. I want to dance with the love of my life in the living room after wine in comfy clothes, with this being our wedding song. Anyway. In coming sweet sweet fluff while I go continue to cry.

"Can't believe I found you" Bucky leans down to whisper in your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, the gentle action causing an array of aww's and coo's from the audience. There isn't a dry eye in the room. Not one. He holds you by the waist, nice and close to him, your arms draped over his shoulders. His hand holds yours as it rests against his chest, your wedding ring twinkling each time it catches the light.

"How I get so lucky, to fall in love with you sweet girl" His nose bumps against yours, letting his lips brush against your cheek when a stray tear slips out. "Just want to hold you in my arms forever till we're both old"

"Never want you to let go" You sniffle, leaning up to kiss his sweet lips, making everyone else emotional all over again while you both gaze at each other with heart eyes, swaying under the soft light focused on you. "Didn't fall in love until I met you"

"I got my life back when you came into it, y'know th-that?" Bucky tries his best to keep his voice steady but it's hard when he's holding his beautiful wife in his arms on his wedding day, surrounded by those closest to him. He gets emotional himself, smiling against your palm as you cup his scruffy cheek, wiping away the tears he allows to fall. He feels so free and alive with you, letting the world see just how vulnerable he can be with his angel, how safe she makes him feel.

"I don't think I can do this" Steve sniffles, swallowing a hiccup between shallow breaths, having already used his pocket square to mop away the waterfall of tears that started to flow as soon as you'd said I do to his best friend at the altar.

"Get-get it together" Sam rasped, his throat sore from the constricting lump that kept trying to make its way up, obnoxiously sniffling into a napkin after seeing you wipe away Bucky's tears. "Y'know what, I can't do it either"

"Lady y/n and Sargent Barnes make a lovely pair" Thor beamed, admiring how perfect you looked together, looking at each other as if there was no one else in the room, in your own little bubble of love.

Tony silently handed over his napkin to Steve who was still biting onto his lip to keep it from wobbling though he realized he'd made a poor choice, his own eyes growing steamy seeing you nuzzle into your husband, the words you were whispering causing his cheeks to blush.

"Getting emotional there, Tones" Nat teased while the billionaire rolled his eyes, subtly flicking away a tear.

Bucky felt a different kind of happiness, one where he was warm and bundled up in your comfort, his heart protected with your love. You'd wrapped him up in softness and comfort like no other.

"I love you Mrs. Barnes. To the ends of the earth, till my last breath, for the rest of my life, I'm gonna love you" Bucky promised, letting out a wet chuckle at your whimper, gently dipping you down for a final kiss while the crowd erupted in applause and their own share of sniffles. "So glad I found you"

[nemesyaaa]

bf!pope x earthy/boho!gf!reader (moodboards and aesthetic) i don't like it at all (feel like it's rushed...)but i love the earthy core so bad.

“ sweet creature, sweet creature. wherever i go. you bring me home ” harry styles lyrics.

i picture earthy!boho!reader like the most peaceful soul and mind. she has her own world, and bring pope in everytime. she's always smiling and helpful. she helps pope, even if he doesnt ask. this reader don't try to fix him, or whatever, she's just caring. and try to understand why the kindness boy of the world doesnt have the most beautiful and heartwarming life ? she help him to reconnect with nature but also his culture, she's like the daughter of the nature, an earthy nymph who love peace more than anything.

but she also loves jazz, random refreshing places, she has a bunch of cats that she never forget to feed. pope helps her to rescue some abandonned animals, bobby heyward really love her, she lives in her garden with full of flowers and plants like a fairy, she loves making homemade meals, hanging out near lakes, taking therapeutic walks, staying in the grass for hours.

while pope works, she paints him. because she loves his focused face. he's like a muse. his face is a work of art.

she has a ton of boho jewelry that she shares with pope. because he is not afraid to wear necklaces, bracelets, foot and waist chains like her.

she is definitely an artist who makes music (flute and tom-tom), and indie films. she smoke weed.

she wants to adopt children later.

even though she is uncertain about her future, all she knows is that she wants to be with pope forever. she save money for their future needs.

dynamics core ;

you love taking your shower at the waterfall with him, kissing him while the water continues to flow over the two of you. you like to ride bikes in pairs on abandoned paths. you like to take him to drink coconuts and bissap. you like hanging out with him at the bookstore and especially when he carries you on his back because you're too lazy to walk.

I know this man loves braiding your hair, but especially adding flowers, jewelry and accessories.

he loves taking photos of you when you have a butterfly on your skin, a ladybug on your hand, a chick on your legs, a cat in your arms.

he's in love your honor. and you're his safe place.

( hope you like it bby @annoyingassleo <33 i did my best actually or i tried. )

[writermask-0807]

vlad tepes dracula x reader {“love me soft, and love me slow.”}

A/N: im a puddle of goo for sad vlad and this is the product of that. ngl, im honestly actually proud of this fic and wow isn't that new?? (the world must be ending) anyways I hope yall enjoy!!

Warnings: ooc vlad, uhhh pining, sort of, and angst?? but with a happy ending (?), so dont worry! just my poor bby grieving ig (he deserves better 😭)

He doesn’t know how to say it.

It doesn’t matter how long he’s thought of it, how long the words have been lingering, just on the tip of his tongue, only half a kiss away from being confessed against your mouth, his fingers tangled in your hair- a raw, vulnerable permanence to whatever - whatever this is, whatever this he has with you.

He doesn’t dare to call it love, although it is what it is- love in the curve of your lips and the shine of your eyes; soft, tender love in the gentleness of your hands when you hold him, love, tender and soft in your brushing kisses and your pretty smiles, etched deep into the ancient floors and walls of his castle, a place warmed once more by your presence and your love, a place he can call home once more.

It’s love, and he’s sure the both of you know it is, but -

Vlad Tepes Dracula does not know how to tell you he loves you, and he’s not even sure if he wants to—and he doesn’t want to admit it, because then it will mean that it’s real, that this is actually happening—because he’s afraid. No amount of denying will take it back, not when the truth is so terrifyingly, blatantly obvious, a laughing mockery in his face.

Love has not been kind to him. He had loved Lisa, true and with all of his heart (or what was left anyway), and it had torn him apart, it had unraveled him at the seams and it had left him wounded and bleeding. It had left an empty, bloodied cavern in his chest, and it had bruised him black and blue with anger and grief. Love has not been kind to him, and yet here he is again, afraid of it and yet so deeply, desperately, pathetically in love anyway.

It’s almost laughable- how far the great Vlad Tepes Dracula, King of Vampires, has fallen from grace, but here he is, finding something suspiciously like happiness in that endearing way you laugh, in the way it makes your eyes crease at the corners like half-moons, your dimples curving.

Starlight gleams on your skin and the color of your eyes when you open them, lashes fluttering, feeling his gaze, and you’re so achingly beautiful like this—the midnight breeze in your hair, the moonlight shimmering on your skin, the gentle lilt of your laughter, and that soft, tender love in your eyes—and all he wants to do is cradle you close, hold you to his chest and tell you that the heart inside, as broken and black and withered as it is, beats for you and you only, and he longs for it so much that the very thought of anything else aches.

“Vlad, are you alright?” you ask, leaning in, concern in your frown as you peer searchingly at him, a delicate hand coming to cup his cheek; and this close he can smell the sweetness of your scent of lavender and cinnamon, see the galaxies of stars in your wide, beautiful eyes, feel the softness of your skin if he chooses to reach out.

And he does, curls an arm around your waist and steals a kiss, achingly tender and soft, reveling in the way you melt unthinkingly into it, into him - and he should really tell you to be careful, that he could hurt you - he’s selfish. Always has been, and with you around, he thinks he always will be.

“I’m fine, dearest. Just thinking.” He breathes into your hair, presses a kiss to your temple, cradling you close, and there must be some somber quality to his voice, or maybe it’s the mournful sigh that accompanies his words that does it, but he thinks you know, in that moment - he thinks you understand in the way you soften into his embrace, arms winding around his neck and pulling him closer—if even possible—into your warmth.

“It’s okay, you know. We’re gonna be okay.”

You murmur in his ear, leaving a soft kiss to the side of his jaw, before you tuck your head in the crook of his neck, and god, he loves you. He just can’t say it yet. And despite the tears that pearl in the corners of his eyes, he thinks that that’s okay. He’s bruised black and blue by a burnt out anger and resignation and grief, and he needs time to heal but you understand and it’s okay. There’s nothing more he can ask for, and while love hasn’t been kind to him, Vlad thinks another chance is worth it if it means having you in his arms like this again.

FIN-

[txjis]

no thoughts just choso being a lap dog :333

yummy yummy….

cw: Choso x Fem!Reader , pretty much fluff, sum suggestiveness towards the end. i love my bby.

wc: 588

no smut but minors still need to leave teehee

ty 2 my perfect beta reader @cyphercheol & the loml @loverboyko for convincing me to actually post it

you tried your best to focus on the paperwork that was assigned to you to work at once you got home, some kind of destruction of a building during a curse attack. but it was nearly impossible with choso draped over you.

"baby i need to get this done." you grumbled, attempting to shrug him off again. "it’s important, nanami will kill me if it’s late."

choso whined petulantly and tightened his grip around your shoulders. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he nuzzled his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

"angel, i haven't seen you all day," he protested in a whiny tone he knew you had a weakness for. "i’ve missed you so much."

with a roll of your eyes and an exasperated huff, you finally abandoned the paperwork and turned to face your brooding boyfriend. choso's eyes were wide and imploring, his lips stuck out in an exaggerated pout. like this, he looked more fragile than the strong-willed ‘family man’ he usually put off.

"we live in the same house and wake up to each other every day, big baby." you chided, pressing your finger to the tip of his nose. he scrunched it, and shook his head. "you went off on some mission, and left me here. you ran away from me." you pointed out with a small giggle, watching your boyfriends face contort while trying to think of a reply.

"does it really matter who had to leave?!" choso lamented, moving to fully place his whole body on your lap now. you huffed at the new weight as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his frame.

you tried (failed) to suppress a small smile as choso placed sloppy kisses along your jawline. while his clinginess could be a bit overwhelming at times, you had to admit there was something charming about the way he seemed so whipped for any attention from you.

"you’re ridiculous, y’know that?" you huffed, combing your fingers through his black hair that was still damp from a previous shower. he hummed, nuzzling into your touch.

"sorry, just missed you." he murmured against your neck. his breath fanned against your skin as he spoke. "always thinkin’ about you, stuck in my head no matter what."

his words were punctuated by a light graze of teeth. despite his stand-offish demeanor, choso occasionally would switch on that intense clingy personality.

"i will never be able to get enough of you," he growled, shifting so he was straddling your hips effectively pinning you against the couch. His deft fingers moved along the edge of your shirt while he leaned in to steal a searing kiss. "i crave you, like a dying man craves water when lost in the desert. you’re my oasis, angel. one of my few reasons for living."

"well aren’t you a sweet-talker," you managed to breathe out. as he broke away, you attempted to chase his mouth for another heated kiss.

choso huffed out a soft chuckle, eyes sparkling mischievously. "let me show you just how deliriously devoted i am to you."

the time that the paperwork was meant to be turned had passed. a few missed calls and texts from nanami chimed into an empty livingroom. papers had been scattered across the floor where choso has wrestled you out of the livingroom and into the shared bedroom. yeah, his needy infatuation could be a bit much, and even exhausting at times.

but you wouldn’t have your boyfriend any other way.

ask/requests: OPEN

[mari-the-bimbo]

hi! can you write something about dorm mate!geto arguing with reader but then they would apologize (idk whose fault it was) please 🙏

A/N: Thanks for the idea bby!! Plot twist: they don’t apologise, you know I love miscommunication tropes right? 😋

Dorm mate Geto: Just friends

It’s Friday night and you find yourself at one of Gojo party friends’ party again. It’s kind of a tradition. You, Gojo and Geto heading out for a party so get that much needed social time in your busy lives. You don’t join them all the time, but when you do, you feel good.

You and Shoko laugh at the drunk Utahime who was having the time of her life. You enjoyed watching your usually uptight friend letting herself go once in a while.

But when she started loudly explaining why Gojo was unfuckable, you and Shoko decided maybe it was time to leave the party.

“Come on Princess” Shoko says sarcastically to Utahime, while you help bring the drunk girl to her feet. “Let’s get you home. Hey y/n, you need a ride home babe?” Shoko asks, swirling the car keys around her finger.

“Nah I’m good thanks Shoko” you say with a smile. “I’ll see if Geto’s ready to go” you add, knowing Gojo was probably hooking up with someone right now.

“Cool. See you later chick” Shoko says and you wave goodbye to them before walking back to find Geto. You check your phone, 00:31 it reads. Past midnight, okay time to leave a party right?

You squint, looking to find the black long haired man, but when you finally spotted him, you wished you didn’t.

Your handsome dorm mate sat on a sofa, with some pretty girl wrapping her slender arms around his broad shoulders. He whispers something in her ear with his signature lazy smirk, the girl laughs brightly. No doubt Geto said a dry but flirty joke, something you thought was reserved only for you.

You think you feel a bit sick. Heartbroken was what you actually felt. He hasn’t seen you yet, you hope it stays that way. You hope he didn’t see you foolishly waiting on him, while he got cosy with some other girl.

Was it always like this? Did he always get cosy with other girls but your delusions made you think it was only you? How silly. What you once thought was a sweet blooming romance between you and a dear friend was nothing more than a minor situationship to him.

You turn your heel and speed out the house before you could embarrass yourself anymore.

1:01 AM

You swirl your ramen absentmindedly in the pot, hoping the warm noodles will fill the emptiness you feel in your stomach.

Suddenly you hear the door open and shut. You didn’t dare look up, there’s so much to stay but you choose to stay silent, hoping Geto won’t notice you in the dim lighting in his drunk state.

But that never works.

“You hungry doll?” Geto chuckles as he spots you. You don’t answer, scared your voice will crack.

“Well how about I help out and make you some hot cocoa yeah?” He says, with a smile that feels fake to you now.

“No. I don’t want a drink” you say abruptly, you cringe internally, knowing how rude you sounded, but you can’t help but feel resentful.

Geto stops in his tracks, slowly turning towards you, long hair strands framing his face.

“You okay hun?”

You wince, ‘hun’ was the last thing you needed to be called by the man who just broke your heart.

You silently just stare at your ramen, trying to play it cool, be the chill girl who doesn’t really care, but you already messed up. You were a born a person who cared too much.

“You shouldn’t call me that.”

“What? Why?” He says, an unimpressed frown on his handsome face. You stare silently at your ramen again.

You sigh when Geto pushes in front of you and turns off the stove so that he can have your attention.

“Look at me and tell me what’s wrong” he says.

You cross your arms almost in defence, disobeying him by staring out the window instead. “What am I to you Geto?”

“My favourite girl, of course” he answered softly in a heartbeat, taking a step closer to you, but you move backwards.

You shake your head. “No” you say, “that’s not what I am. What is our relationship? Are we friends or more?”

The room falls silent.

You sigh, wishing you never asked and hurt your own feelings. The silence answered your question. Friends.

“If we are friends, then we should put some distance between us” you say bravely.

You look up at Geto, to find the usually composed, chill guy look shattered. Black eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open. You’ve never seen Geto look off guard, you almost feel bad.

“Oi… what do you mean by that?” You can hear the anger bubbling through his throat, he’s trying his best to stay calm.

“I mean stop flirting and touching me Geto, do that with the girls you’re romantically interested in” you assert your stance, slightly raising your voice to your own surprise.

“Thats-“ Geto starts but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

He pauses before starting, now stepping away from you.

“I’m.. sorry I caused any inconvenience for you. I won’t do it again.” He says formally, putting his hands in his pockets and walking out the small dorm kitchen. Black hair stands dangling in front of his face as he keeps his head down.

Leaving you alone with your broken heart again.

[betterfettered]

Ok but imagine if the Mc they got was religious.

Like daily prayers, church going. Pretty much full fledged christian ending up in devildom with literal demons.

•Religious!mc who devoted their life to christ getting railed by the demon bros (especially lucifer).

•Religious!mc who was saving themself for marriage can no longer do so after her nights with the boys.

•Religious!mc who wore a cross necklace clutching it around her neck as they get railed from behind.

•Religious mc! who prays for forgiveness after begging for more the night before.

(I’m sorry but corruption kink is top teir + first time doing something like this so idk if it’s like worded correctly)

Anonnamin this ask gels so well with another one that I got about a super sweet MC from my moon anon!

Alright, but imagine this. A cute little reader who is just SUCH a softie Like, they are the type to help old ladies cross the street, volunteer at soup kitchens, work at a bakery, always give the brothers random little gifts that remind them of them, and just wholesome stuff like that. But the poor bby always blames themselves for any problems, like they are such a little ball of sunshine who is always blaming themselves, it's quite sad actually. Like they are always trying to brighten everyone's day and smiling, but if someone even slightly raises their tone at reader, reader will start tearing up and apologizing. They are just such a sweet little thing, and like the entire school absolutely loves them and a lot of people see reader like a little sibling figure. Because of this the brothers absolutely love this innocent cute little reader who only wants to make everyone feel happy and loved, but then their are all the other students at school stealing away reader's attention and protecting reader when they see how obsessive and possessive the brothers are. (Reader has no clue though lol, absentee parental figures gang, don't know what healthy love is ✌) (If the brothers get born mad at reader, reader will cry and isolate themselves because "they aren't enough for them" and "they probably don't wanna deal with me right now", and just close themselves off) Moon anon 🌙

I'm gonna combine the two of them together into an ask about a super saintly MC. 🧚🏿 If you feel like there was something I missed feel free to send in another ask~

It's killing me to imagine a terrified religious!MC waking up and meeting real life villains from the bible LOOOOOL literally wakes up, is introduced to The Actual Lucifer, passes back out again hahahahahha

I mention a trans girl with a dick in this, I don't know if that needs a warning. If you read this and appreciate the warning, please let me know somehow. Otherwise I'm not going to mention this kind of thing again.

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(noncon)(violence against reader)(gaslighting)(exhibitionism)(drugging)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(blasphemy, but you knew that LOLOL)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer would soon feel pretty protective over an MC like this, especially because he thinks you're so foolish easily taken advantage of. He would also appreciate how obedient you are, it's so much easier than needing to tell his brothers to do or not do things over and over again. In a sense, he would protect you from things that he would do to you himself: he's not going to let concerned students at RAD take up all of your time because he himself is going to take up all of your time. He's not going to let other people order you around but he certainly is going to order you around. Most importantly, he won't let other people force you to live your life one way or another because you will be living life to his exact specifications.

I think on the other hand that he'd be kind of personally offended by your brand of religiousness. It intrinsically paints him as a bad guy and makes his reasoning out to be unjustified which, even if it weren't a sore spot, contradicts what he likes to believe about himself. I think his real cruelty streak would start to show around how he dismisses your beliefs. The first time you earn yourself a bad punishment from him, he'll be determined to hurt and violate you in ways that you would not have been able to imagine before, shoving toys into you that are way, way too big for only your first time, putting chained clamps on your nipples and tugging them until you are hoarse from screaming, forcing orgasm upon orgasm onto you until you it only hurts, paddling you until you're shaking. He'll ask why your God isn't helping you, but no answer you give him will be the right one (earning a larger toy or maybe another paddle): the real answer is because you like what he's doing to you, it's what you've always wanted, and your God knows that.

Yandere!Mammon would be sooo bad with this kind of MC LOL He's such a scammer that he would completely take you for all you're worth. You'd both end up broke and in trouble because of him LOLLL He has a hard time admitting when he's done something shitty, so he might allow you to blame yourself for things quite a bit, maybe even use your low self esteem to guilt you for spending time with other people at school vying for your attention (I'll circle back to this).

I don't think he'd have it on him to outright force himself on you because you're so innocent and sweet. Instead, he'll probably slip a double dose of an aphrodisiac into a snack he serves you and wait for you to come onto him. Imagine always wearing a religious robe and, after being drugged, hurriedly yanking it up in a daze so you can dumbly grind on Mammon's thigh and grab his wrists so you can rub his hands all over your body because you have no idea what to actually do about being horny LOL After he fucks you until you're satisfied, he'll let you think that the entire thing was your idea all along. If you get way too torn up about your sinful thoughts and behavior he might grudgingly admit that maybe you ate something strange. Circling back to the above, he is happy to take advantage of your guilt and naivete but he does have a kernel of morals deep down.

Yandere!Leviathan would be obsessed with your purity and good heartedness. I don't even want to mention her in this context because she is a child but honestly your personality would align with a lot of the kinds of things he likes about Ruri-chan. It's the ideal magical girl: chipper, sweet, always trying to help others etc. He'd be quietly obsessed with your religious behavior: you might be praying and then look up and see him watching you, or when you are helping people with things in public he follows you around and tries to help, too.

Unfortunately, the more he becomes obsessed with your purity, the more dirty thinking about you sexually will become to him, which means it makes him all the hornier LOL You'll start to notice him staring at your body and giving you lingering touches on your legs and shoulders. When he finally can't take it any more, he will want to shield you from the corruption as much as possible. He'll sneak into your room at night with a blindfold, tie it over your eyes and tell you to just go back to sleep. Obviously you wouldn't be able to sleep through someone taking your virginity, so he'll just try to soothe you as you cry even though he's fucking you way too hard because of his inexperience. You feel dirty and bruised once he's done with you, but rather than comfort you, he'll apologize by insulting himself and saying how awful and wicked he is and how you deserve better. You are always inclined to blame yourself, so even though you still feel his handprints all over you and the weird slipperiness between your legs makes you feel disgusting, you'll tell him it's not his fault and wonder what you must have done to provoke him. Levi is one of those people who says "I am a bad person anyway so might as well do it again", so expect the nightly visits to continue. You'll spend them clutching a cross as tightly as you can and praying, sadly unaware that that is only turning him on more.

Yandere!Satan wants to study you like an academic subject and needs to know everything about you that there is to know, so he'd be very very interested in your religion since it's such a big part of who you are. He also doesn't have as much experience with the celestial realm as the other brothers, so is more open to hearing about what is in your Bible since he doesn't have his own beliefs about it. You would literally be doing "Bible study and chill" with him where he listens to you talk about God and read scripture, and you would be so pleased when he seems like maybe he is thinking about converting. After all, to you helping him see the Lord's light is one of the kindest, sweetest things you can do.

That's why when the "and chill" part comes in you would feel so shocked and betrayed. You're sitting on his lap, reading pages out loud to him when you feel his teeth latch onto your neck and his tongue move back and forth over the sensitive skin while he gropes you. Maybe you're confused about his intention, so you ask what he's doing while he pins you face down by your shoulders, pulling your ass up and against him. You'd be confused and trying to explain that this isn't pious at all when he tells you he doesn't believe any of that shit at all and never did, and the shock would be so deep you don't even cry while he pulls your clothes off and throws your Bible to the floor carelessly like it's trash. Like Lucifer, he's the type to ask something like where it says in your scriptures that you should cum all over his face while he gives you head, or to slap you and actually quote Bible passages about meekness to you when you try to resist, asking if you really even believe what you read to him.

Yandere!Asmodeus is going to think how innocent you are is so cute and try to corrupt you immediately. Imagine you have baked some cookies, and you are going to give them out. He'll offer to go with you and then right before you step into the classroom he'll catch you by your waist, pulling your soft body back towards him until his arms are smushing your stomach. Asmo will whisper with his lips against your ear that every one of these people who is vying for your attention because you're so sweet actually just wants to be the first one to breed you, that when you hand them cookies they just think about fucking every hole you have. He'll ask what hole you'd use for which person until you struggle to get out of his arms and run away.

But even when you're gone, you can't help but think of his question every time you hand out a cookie, or in gym when a girl tries to talk to you and you can see her cock through her pants you can't help but think you want to take her in your mouth because it would hurt anywhere else. It's embarrassing and flustering and makes you want to be by yourself, which is a perfect time for Asmo to come and find you, to yank your robe up and point out how aroused you are. He'll narrate what's happening to your body, explaining it's totally natural to feel that way when you want to have sex, and asking who you saw that made you so horny.

He'll do this as long as he needs to until you are begging him to help you with this feeling between your legs that's driving you crazy and makes it hard to sit still in class. When you apologize to god before begging him to fuck you, he'll tell you that there's no need to. God gave you these feelings so you could act on them. He wants you to feel pleasure.

Yandere!Beel would be annoyed with how you let anyone who wants your attention have it, and he'd dislike how you always trust your god to keep you safe instead of him. God lets bad things happen all the time, so in his mind thats a ridiculous system. Whenever he sees you clutching your cross or praying, he will demand to know what it is you're asking for and try to give it to you himself. He thinks religion and your cross is a distraction from your relationship to him, especially since he's met all the people you're talking about and none of them are that special to him. If he wants your attention, he just cuts in to where you are and demands it, even if that means picking you up and carrying you away.

Yan!Beel will always fuck you when his libido outpaces his sense of control, but when he hears you praying he'll be enraged. You don't need that stuff! He'll try to rip your cross off of your neck, but the chain is too strong so he ends up choking you by it. You'd better say that all you need is him, to calm him down. Otherwise, expect him to yank you around by the chain like its a leash, pounding you so hard that you can't catch your breath to pray or beg him to stop. After he cums he'll just jam him fingers into you, stroking you with his other hand until you say what you want.

Listen I love Yandere!Belphie being insane as much as the next cockwhore, but I think he would actually be really, really kind to an MC like this. He went to the human world often to meet new kinds of people since he loves learning about them, so he'd be really comforted by how sweet and gentle you are while also loving how you hold him while he naps and let him tuck his cold feet under you all the time. He likes your prayers because they put him to sleep and give him good dreams.

What would make him snap is the constant attention to other people. He's often waiting for you in bed, so waiting hours and hours just to find out you've been with other people would drive him absolutely crazy. You might be tutoring a few other students and he comes in, seizing you by your hair and slamming your head down onto a desk. You squirm and plead for him to stop, but he'd still rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of them so they know that you are his. Even while you're sobbing he'll say (loud so they can all hear) that he can feel you clenching down on him, so you must love it. You'd turn your head to ask the other demons for help and see most of them with their hands in their pants and their eyes smoldering with lust. The fact that you'd be in so much pain losing your virginity in front of a crowd that you struggle like crazy and pray to be saved just makes the show more interesting.

[munsster]

Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗

billy with a wealthy s/o

A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton

Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex

the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd

ie harrington, tommy, carol etc

and seeing billy for the first time at a party

honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke

and you’re disgusted (horny)

and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)

neither of you really remember how or when it started

you can never agree on an anniversary date

but you both know he fell first

mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket

“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”

honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity

which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow

and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it

“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”

“oh, it’s her day off”

“…”

“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”

he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with

“billy… i really like your necklace”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“i can buy you a new—”

“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”

and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled

but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it

making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price

some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.

and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit

you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait

not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man

you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action

he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile

would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.

yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that

he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”

his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes

sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.

he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt

the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE

it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold

he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you

when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home

but you have met max

and she likes to stay away from you

but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you

just a smidge

now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her

she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman

that was an interesting halloween for billy

your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices

and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album

and that was just not good enough for billy

so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon

he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played

even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro

but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.

in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do

he also loves to let you dress him up

and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)

even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen

but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly

his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”

sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”

you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)

typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.

and boy, does prettying him up make you happy

seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever

if you’d let him

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[yeondollie]

ᴍʏ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ౨ৎ ᯓ★

beomgyu x fem! reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, heartbreak, based on the film '20th century girl', usage of the nicknames (my love, baby, my pretty girl), very very tropey, beomgyu does NOT die like the film, not a good ending, mentions of sunghoon from enhypen and chaewon from le sserafim, just so so sad :( my heart hurts ♡

. . words ; 1.4k

a/n ; hi bbys !! i just rewatched 20th century girl and i was BAWLING :< i kept thinking of beomgyu with the "i will wait for you" trope ughhh so so sad :(( anyways enjoy ml ౨ৎ

. . part two ౨ৎ

"will you wait for me? can do you that for me my pretty girl?" beomgyus holding you close to him, your tears falling on his sweatshirt. he was leaving, to you it was for forever but it was just to study abroad in paris for a year.

"please dont cry, i'll be back for you. i promise you, pinky promise me?" he stuck out his pinky finger, waiting for your to intertwine with him. hot tears ran down your face as you pulled away from his chest and tied your pinky with his. "y-you really p-promise beomgyu?"

"yes angel," his head rested on yours. "you'll be back in my arms again in no time, okay?" he tried to push out a smile.

this one stung.

you nodded silently, your voice was too strained to answer him back. the final call to get on that stupid train was announced. he pulled away, cupping your face in his warm hands. "see you my love, i love you more than anything." and before you could answer back he was on that train, waving goodbye to you.

your tears were falling so hard, it was getting difficult to breathe. you waved goodbye back, seeing that dumb train door close allowing it to take off. as soon as that door closed, beomgyu broke out in tears trying to cover his sounds as to not disturb his other passengers. "f-fuck.." he mumbled feeling his own tears drop to his sweatshirt, paired with the stains of yours.

it had been a year. a year without beomgyu, a year with no contact. you tried texting him, nothing went through. you tried calling him, nothing went through. you even tried email, nothing absolutely radio silence. wasn't he supposed to come back already? why? why weren't you in his arms again like he promised?

you grabbed your pillow, screaming and letting out all your emotions. how stupid were you to think he would actually stay in contact? "you stupid.. stupid boy." your words were muffled in your pillow yet you didn't feel anger, only sadness and only tears of pain could come out of your eyes.

all your friend told you to move on, even setting you up with a guy. 'park sunghoon' was his name and yes he was handsome but.. every touch, you just thought of beomgyu. you thought of the way he would play with your hair, the way he would hold you in his arms, the way he would look into your eyes.

maybe sunghoon was good for you, maybe he would provide you the comfort you were truly needing but beomgyu was the only man on your mind. you couldn't bare the thought of being held by a man other than beomgyu.

the days he would fix your skirt when it was too high, when he would wipe the extra lipgloss on your lips, the way he would speak to you so softly. it was all too much, you missed him so much it hurt your heart.

yet today was the day you were to hang out with sunghoon, maybe try something new. you two were going to a local festival to watch some fireworks, maybe get a bit to eat. maybe this was the turn around for you, to see if sunghoon could help you out of your helpless state.

you were all prettied up. hair up in a bow, dress on, and some pretty sneakers your friend had gifted you. sunghoon, standing in front of you, had your favorite flowers in his hands and a pretty smile on his face. he looked so starstruck to see you like this. "i-i.. you look so pretty.. these are for you! i-i know you.. i mean i remembered you told me you liked them.. so i-i got them."

you took the flower sin your hands and smiled, maybe this was gonna turn around. "you're so sweet. thank you hoon." you give him and big hug, feeling that love surround you like it once did a year ago. "the place isn't super far away so i'd thought we could walk."

the walk was fun, he was a big question asker and luckily for him you were a big talker. he liked it, he liked to listen and to ask. until the two of you arrived, you just talked his ears off.

you were really starting to feel your mood switch. maybe he was bringing out a better you, a you that could actually love again.

when you two got there, to your surprise, he had already set up some blankets and some snacks. "hoon.. y-you didn't need to do this." you chuckle and you could feel his shaky hand wrap around your waist. "i-i know but.. you know you're really special to me" you could almost feel the tears start to dwell in your eyes.

sunghoon sat beside you on the blanket he had set, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "you see that star? it shines really bright huh? its really pretty.. like you." sunghoon adds, prompting you to lay your head on his shoulder. "s-stop.." you giggle. he ruffles your hair a bit and laughs himself. "hey! its true.." he adds.

after a while of snacking and laughing with sunghoon you had to use the restroom to freshen up. "hoon i'll be back, stay here okay?" he nods and you turn around, trying to find directions to the bathroom.

you spot a man drinking something and prompted that he looked nice enough, maybe he would have some directions. "hey excuse me, do yo-" you couldn't mutter another word as he turned around.

choi beomgyu?

to make matters worse, there was a girl around his arm. is this why he hasn't been taking to you? as much as you wanted to explode on him, you just wanted to get back to sunghoon to not have him worry. "d-do.. you know where t-the restrooms are?" you ask, your voice clearly shaky.

"r-right.. over there," he gulps and you turn around to leave. "but wait!" his shoulder forces you to face him once again. "_____?" his voice just sends tears to rush down your face immediately.

"s-stop dont.. dont cry." his hands were now on your shoulders. he knew he messed up. truth is, he could message you. you were just blocked. he could call you, he had just blocked you. he read your emails, he just didn't respond. why? he had met a women, chaewon, back in paris where he had been studying and forgot all about his promise to you.

"d-dont touch me." you brush him off and turn back around to walk towards the bathroom. he's taken aback from your words, dont touch you? but thats all he wanted to do at the moment, all we wanted was to have your love again.

"baby plea-" he was cut off from your harsh words. "dont you dare call me that."

he could tell how much pain he had put you through and god he felt horrible but no, you couldn't forgive him. not in a million years. for a whole year you had thought something happened to him, his phone got lost, his number had changed. all these delusion lies to shun you from the truth.

"you didn't keep your promise." you say, voice low. he cupped your face like he did on that fateful day but his look, his look changed. he didn't look at you with love in his eyes, he looked at you with this guilty look. he knew he had messed up.

you pulled away from him, unable to stomach the fact he was cheating on you while here you were; thinking he was in danger. "are you.. here with somebody?" he gulps as he asked this, god he hoped the answer was no.

"yea." he could feel the liquid rising in his throat, he was sick. "really? y-you.. you're here with somebody?" you nod, not wanting anything else to do with this conversation.

"i really h-have to go, h-he's waiting for me." you look anywhere but beomgyus eyes and turn away to leave once more but he insists. "_____ can i tell you something?" you nod your head, still avoiding eye contact while he bends down to whisper something in your ear.

"i still love you, please dont do this."

[mountainficss]

hi bby im BEGGING on my knees🙏🏻🙏🏻 what do u think ab sub!hoshi 😣😣

!! mentions of: sub!hoshi, groping, marking, hair pulling, handjobs, unprotected sex

hiii bby <3 and my honest opinion? sub hoshi is a BRAT.

i feel like that boy doesn’t listen omg. always challenging you, always making attempts to piss you off. will literally die if he doesn’t have your attention for .5 seconds. he’s so precious though, how can you not spoil him? cutest little squishy cheeks and sparkling eyes and radiant smile. you know he only acts like a brat because he just wants your attention, so you wouldn’t be too hard on him. i also feel like he’s very very touchy. kissing you when you’re not paying attention to him, holding your hand tightly in his wherever he goes, and constantly finding excuses to feel you up. favorite thing to do would be grabbing your hips, groping the flesh as he pulls your body back against his. you’d feel his erection against your ass as he yanks you back, his lips traveling to your neck and nipping the skin there. wouldn’t even give a shit about where you are, you could be in public for all he cared. he’d just love the way your body feels against him, and would want to feel you no matter where he is. you’d scold him as he leaves marks on your skin, and he’d mutter a half-assed apology. would still continue to grope and fondle you though he’s not actually sorry ;( he just loves the skinship. and god he’d be so vocal, every little touch from you would have him sighing and whimpering shamelessly. doesn’t even try to hide his sounds. he’d love it when you run your fingers through his hair, and dragging your nails across his scalp would send shivers across his skin. would also love it when you yank at his strands with one hand and stroke his aching cock with the other, his head falling back from the force of your grip. you’d suck hickeys onto the expanse of his neck, listening to him moan and beg beneath you. “please, please, faster…” his hips would thrust up into your hand uncontrollably, his face flushed a bright red as he desperately pants. “need more…please, give me more!” and how could you say no to sweet soonyoung? you’d give him exactly what he wants, sinking down onto his erection and fucking him silly. you’d love the way his eyes roll back into his skull, needy moans rolling off his tongue as he kneads the flesh of your thighs. such a needy little thing, but you’d love to spoil him and give him everything he begs for <3

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕(𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊) - 𝚁𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢/𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚛

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft Royal Doctor!Julian, Spectator!(Vizier!)Asra + nondescript Castle Staff; ft breeding, belly bulge, mentions of cunnilingus, creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own The Arcana or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 3,199

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes mentions of Age Gap(5 years) and Arranged Marriage, no use of Y/n, 1st Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: Muriel can finally be the King he truly is 😌 Asra is either his Royal Magician or just his favorite Noble, I’ll decide in the car I decided. He’s the Royal Vizier(who also kind of doubles as the Royal Magician bc bby is a magickal boi)(yes i know i sound pretentious with that spelling but like,,,, just go with it)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I happily kiss my husband as he slides his hands up my back, pulling me flush against his chest. He had woken me this morning with sweet kisses down my shoulder and arm, stroking lightly over my hip. He had told me that today is the day and I could hardly contain my joy.

Today is the day that the Vizier arrived back from his travels which means that today is the day we may make an heir for our kingdom. My husband and I have wanted children for years now but due to tradition, we had to wait until I, the Queen, would reach my 25th year. I am now entering my 26th year as we had to wait for the Royal Vizier to arrive to oversee the creation of the future Heir.

But he’s back now, which means that Muriel and I can make our dream of having a child come true. While this isn’t the first time we’ve copulated, this is the first time we’ll be able to reap the benefits. As is tradition, we’re presenting in the throne room. Muriel’s ancestors believed it to be symbolic, and mine believed it to be good luck.

Our marriage was initially arranged for peace and unity, we fell in love long before we married. As the sole heirs to each of our Kingdoms, we had been betrothed since we were young. We didn’t get along at first when we first met as children, but after a time apart, we met again as adolescents in my 14th year and his 19th and our love blossomed.

It all came to ahead to where we are now. Sitting in my lovely husband’s lap, nude as the day I was born, with his hands running up and down my skin as we prepare to finally create the child we have so wanted. His hands find their home on my hips and he presses a sweet kiss to my lips in preparation.

“I’m sure you two will make a lovely heir, Your Majesties.” Asra, our Vizier speaks in his usual, naturally teasing tone, though we know he’s sincere. I smile into the kiss and release a breathy chuckle when I hear the door open and the attempt to shut it quietly. Muriel playfully growls against my lips before pulling away, though he kept his gaze on me.

“You’re late.” He states firmly to the Doctor who has just arrived.

“Well, technically, if you think about it, I’m actually early. You’ll really just need my presence in 9 months, Mu- My Lord.” Julian’s voice cuts through the air and makes me laugh at the man’s antics, leaning my head into my husband’s shoulder.

“You’re lucky my wife likes you, fool.” My husband growls out. Everyone in the room knew it was laced with empty threats and false bravado and he actually quite doesn’t mind the doctor but no one points it out. I am perfectly content to only focus on the way my husband’s large firm body is pressed against mine, how his big hands fit so perfectly around my waist, how big his heavy cock feels against my inner thigh.

Finally, we could progress further than simple grinding and get to the main event. I slide my womanhood over Muriel’s dick a few more times to lubricate it enough. Once he had deemed it slick enough, my loving husband tightens his hold on my waist and lifts me up just enough to allow me to reach down and position his massive cock at my entrance. Even with my added lubrication and how much he had stretched me open with his delightfully thick fingers, the stretch of his cock head entering me burns deep in my core. After all the years that we have been married and had sex, granted many of those times were simply fucking my thighs or Muriel staying between my legs for hours on end, his size still managed to prove difficult to take unless we go slowly. Over the years, when we did have sex, I learned to not only get used to the burn of the stretch but quite enjoy it as well.

My husband and I share a sigh of relief when his tip pushes past my tight muscles, the rest will be relatively ‘smooth sailing’, as Portia, our resident Overseas Trader would put it. I slowly slide down on his length, with his help, and pant when I finally reached the base. My love holds me gently to his chest to let me rest for a moment, to get used to his size once more.

We hadn’t been able to have full intercourse in the last many months as it was worried that with this day coming upon us, we would get too excited and forgo tradition, if only by a few months. They were even worried enough to advise us to not even simulate the act, the Elders’ way of telling us that Muriel couldn’t even fuck my thighs as of recently. Luckily, we remained far from abstinent in the time approaching this glorious day, needing to release the pressure building up before we’d spontaneously combust. Muriel maintained his favorite position— aside from being buried inside me— with his face buried between my thighs for as long as he was able. He hardly allowed me to return the favor but I still managed to pleasure my husband any way he would let me.

And that finally brings us to today. The day we’ve been yearning for for years. The sting of the stretch hasn’t fully passed but I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn, I need Muriel to fill me over and over again until he stuffs me full of his cum and breeds me with his child, his heir. More than anything I want to be full and pregnant with my loving husband’s progeny. I truly love my husband more than anything in the world and to carry his child is my greatest wish, the greatest honour I could have.

Lifting my hips, I shiver at the feeling of his thick cock dragging against my inner walls. Without much patience, with help from my husband’s big, rough hands on my hips adding to the momentum, I let my hips fall back into his lap, burying his cock inside me once again. A pleasured gasp slips past my lips and my eyelids flutter shut. Unable to resist my yearning for more, I use my hands perched on his shoulders to lift myself up again and quickly let myself fall back down. The pleasure began building quickly, especially after I haven’t had his cock inside me for so many months for that stupid “precaution” and I quickly feel myself becoming addicted all over again. Addicted to the feeling of being filled so wonderfully by my husband’s spectacularly large cock.

I set a steady pace and easily rise and fall on his length, relishing in the feeling. I look down and see the familiar bulge he creates in my belly every time he fills me. The sight has me moaning more and encouraging a faster pace. My loving husband reaches a hand up from my hip— his other one slightly tightening its grip so as to compensate for the sudden lack of support— and lifts my chin to look at him. He looks at me with eyes filled with love and lust and a deep wanting greed that sends shocks of pleasure down my spine and adds to the pleasure of him filling my cunt.

I vaguely recognise the sound of a short groan from the doors that Julian had previously made his grand entrance from. Without looking, I figure that it’s the maids and other servants milling about that decided to peek into the throne room. I couldn’t care less at this moment, however, as I’m only focussed on savoring the feeling of my King, my Husband inside me. In fact, let them watch. Let them witness the true union of their King and Queen. Finally conceiving an heir. Their future Prince or Princess. We are not malevolent rulers, let them indulge in the honour of witnessing the next King or Queen’s conception.

From behind me, I can hear Asra discussing with Julian. Plans for how to accommodate my pregnancy, most likely, or plans for the birth. I must still attend to my duties as Queen, even if I am with child, at least until the last month or so until I am to give birth. How we shall handle public appearances once my belly begins to swell with proof of my Husband’s seed entering my womb and fulfilling the wish we have waited for since before we were wed. The thought invigorates me and urges me forward on my conquest to receive my Husband’s love. Previously I had been attempting to hold in my more undignified moans and noises but I can’t help it any longer.

Looking into Muriel’s eyes, I am pushed to release a loud, drawn-out moan that I previously had only saved for the privacy of our bed chambers. When he has my legs pinned to my chest as he thrusts wildly into my heat. The noise seems to have an effect on him as his hold tightens into a bruising grip that suddenly makes me dissatisfied that I only wear gowns that cover all of me and I cannot display the marks he leaves on my skin— visible proof of his love that he leaves each time we have such delightful coitus.

“Please, my love— do not hold your beautiful sounds inside. I want to hear you, hear how good my cock is making you feel.” My Husband’s deep, growling voice speaks to me, encouraging me further to my release. Instantly, I comply, moans and an assortment of other sensual and sultry noises flow from my lips. Muriel’s hands on my hips add more force to the thrusts downward and it quickly sends me spiraling into my orgasm. With a loud cry, my walls clench around him and slick gushes into his nude lap, coating his thick thighs with my ecstasy. A muttered curse mixed with a pleasant growl leaves my lover and it sends shocks of pleasure through me, further enhancing my pleasure.

My walls clench around his member, making every vein and small detail more prominent against my sensitive cunt. Muriel lets his head fall back against his throne with a ‘thunk’ with a deep, appreciative groan. The sound of the servants at the door murmuring in surprise and excitement snaps me out of my ecstasy-induced daze and I would be annoyed if it didn’t remind me that my husband still hasn’t cum— hasn’t filled me with his seed. We haven’t finished yet. Silently, I halfheartedly thank them and continue my rhythm of lifting my hips with his assistance. My orgasm made me sensitive so each drag of his thick cock against my walls is like agonizing ecstasy, pushing me towards another orgasm already. My husband’s stomach muscles tense and release rhythmically and his groans become more frequent and more strained and rushed, an indicator I’ve become quite familiar with that he’s approaching his end as well.

“Fuck- My Love- My Queen- So good. So fucking good. Perfect! So perfect around me! Oh, Ancients- keep clenching around me like that.” He begins to ramble, another indicator that had quickly become my favorite since I first heard it those years ago on the night of our wedding. That night we spent hours consummating our marriage. Likely we will be replicating that night once we get back to our bed chambers. And I can’t wait.

His cockhead kisses my cervix with each thrust like it’s trying to bully its way inside. The thought actually excites me. The prospect of his cock inside my womb when he finally shoots his load has the knot in my belly pulling taut in record time. Unable to resist him, I move forward urgently and smash my lips against my husband’s. He swallows my high-pitched whines of pleasure as I take in the gorgeous baritone groans and growls from deep in his chest.

From behind me, I can vaguely hear Julian making his very Julian-like noises that I can hazily recognize that he’s taking perverse pleasure in the situation. Surprisingly enough I can’t hear Asra chastising him as he usually does. With my husband’s length still pounding my insides and his tongue invading my mouth, mapping out the territory he’s claimed again and again, I can’t get myself to care much. If I can remember anything but Muriel’s name after this, I’ll have to indulge my curiosity— though that likelihood is nearly nonexistent.

My husband’s tongue slips out of my mouth and he drags it down to my pulse point and attaches to the spot with teeth nipping at the area and his lips sealed over it to suck a dark mark into the skin, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin. That sends me hurdling over the edge again, my legs trembling beneath me and my hips faltering in their repetitive motions, and my walls clenching and unclenching around Muriel’s cock inside me. His nails dig into my flesh the way mine do his and his teeth sink into my neck in a possessive bite as his hips jolt up to meet flush to mine. With his hips pressed up into mine and his possessive grip pushing me down to somehow bring me closer, his length fills me completely and wholly.

His tip pushes at my cervix, opening the inner hole just enough that his hot, potent seed floods directly into my womb. The feeling of warmth filling my belly as well as the sensation of being fuller than I ever have before sends my eyes rolling back into my skull; else I would have seen the large bulge in my stomach from his cock pushing in to the furthest extent and his cum bloating my womb even further. Even with his massive cock stretching my cunt as far as it could go and his tip protruding into the entrance of my womb, cum seeps out and leaks out of my slick entrance in tiny streams. With so much cum filling me, there was no way I wasn’t properly and thoroughly bred. I quiver and shake in his hold with my back straight and stiff as an arrow before I collapse bonelessly against my Husband’s strong and solid chest. His muscles remain tense for several moments as the aftershocks of his strongest orgasm yet rush through his body.

He slumps against his throne, hands relaxing against my skin— I can already feel the beautiful bruises forming and crescent indents stinging deliciously— and lazily slide over my back to loosely hold my body against his. My body rises and falls with the movements of his chest as he heaves for breath, his lips brush over my ear and give pleasurable puffs of air against my neck. His warmth— both inside and outside of my body— has me cuddling closer to him and tucking my face into his neck, appreciating the tickle of his long hair on my face and his natural musk meeting my nose.

“You did wonderfully, Majesties.” Asra’s soft voice speaks up from his place before the thrones, though it hardly registers. My husband murmurs praises to me lowly through his slow, deep inhales to get the air back into his lungs from it all being punched out by his powerful orgasm.

“You did so good, my love. So perfect for me. You’ll be the perfect mother to our little one. ‘ll look so pretty when you swell with my child. ‘ll look so perfect so full. ‘m gonna breed you again and again now that we can.” His voice is soft and grumbly with exhaustion and it fills me with another kind of ecstasy. I feel the slow drag of Muriel’s stubbly chin as he turns his face to press a kiss to where he can reach on my face. With the comfort of the warmth in my belly and my husband’s arms around me with soft words whispered into our small, shared space, I’m easily lulled into a comfortable, floaty space.

I vaguely recognize things moving around me but I cannot bring myself to return to awareness. I hear Julian’s voice as well as Asra’s and my Husband’s but I can’t make out what they’re saying. A voice calls out into the space a short order and suddenly the large doors quickly fall closed with a groan and a loud ‘thud’ echoing through the room.

“My love?” My husband’s voice brings me back and I blink the bleariness out of my eyes to see his forest green ones staring back at me with a warm mirth.

“Uh?” He smiles lightly in soft amusement and nods at the two at my back. Lazily my gaze shifts to them to see our Vizier ready with the ring in his hand to signify that the ritual has finally been completed. Shaky, my hand reaches out and he softly cushions my hand to gracefully slide the perfectly sized ring onto my left index finger. The simple jewelry fills me with comfort and accomplishment and I release a sigh I didn’t realise I was holding.

“Congratulations, My Queen. The Heir shall be good and strong like his progenitors.” He kindly smiles and his words quell my mind with a soft joy. Julian comes up once Asra steps back to give Muriel his symbol. With a rare kind smile, he leans down and gently prods my lower belly and hips with cold hands that make me jolt in my husband’s hold, his arms tightening protectively around me and as a reaction to the shifting of my body while his cock still resides heavy inside me.

“Well, if we couldn’t tell before— which we’d have to be blind and deaf not to—“ he jokes making me smirk and Muriel tighten his lips in faux annoyance though I know it‘s to stop the quirk trying to tug at his lips, “I’m more than sure that you’re to be with child very soon. Practically by the time you leave this room with how-” Quickly, Asra rushes over and tugs the back of Julian’s coat away from the thrones, effectively cutting him off with a garbled choking sound that turns into a strained laugh that sounded more like a choking cat.

Smiling contentedly, I comfortably lean my head back into my husband’s shoulder, “So,” I speak softly, catching his attention and making his beautifully dark eyes meet mine. Mischief slips into my smile and my brow quirks up as my gaze flicks to his lips for a mere moment, “Would you like to recreate our honeymoon in our chambers with our newly attained benefit?” My voice drops into a lower sultry tone. Muriel’s brows rise as his eyes darken and he quickly— though still careful of both our sensitivity— hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me effortlessly and begins a determined trek to our chambers to keep me there for the rest of the day— and likely into tomorrow.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

[kaoyuuji]

cheers to the birthday boy!!

y.itadori x f!reader — (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟin honor of yujis special day !

*: ･ﾟ- yuji itadori is the type of person who sees his birthday as any other regular day. Growing up his grandfather would only wish him a Happy Birthday, and that’s all he really got the rest of the day. Thus, he never really felt it was any special.

*: ･ﾟ - But you felt the complete opposite. You’d been friends with yuji for a short amount of time, but he grew really special to you. — He meant everything to you actually.. so how else would you show him that? By throwing him the best surprise party ever of course!

*: ･ﾟ - Yuji woke up in a daze .. the first thing he did was check his phone to see a text from You, “Get up . We’re going to eat brunch !” Your plan was to keep him outside his dorm as long as possible, so everyone else can set up the decor for later . — “Give me 5 min! i’ll meet you there .” Was all Yuji said before getting ready .

*: ･ﾟ - “Happy birthday Yuji!” You said randomly while he was chowing down at his food — He was stunned, he really didn’t think you’d even remember his birthday, “is this why you brought me out to brunch?” — “Yes. and because i’ve noticed how much you’re improving skill wise!”

“You deserve it.. really.”

*: ･ﾟ - All of this was already gonna bring him to tears, he felt so special! “Wow.. i feel so spoiled right now!” He chocked a raspy laugh. He was clearly still waking up..

*: ･ﾟ - The rest of the day Yuji was by your side like a lost puppy as you took him out to do various activities. This was the most fun he had in a while with somebody else. He was so glad to have spent his day with you.. little did he know you were about to rock his world with the biggest surprise.

*: ･ﾟ - The both of you were standing right outside his doorway. Yuji was quiet for a second, trying to find the right words to say to you. “Are you okay?” You ask, “Yeah it’s just.. i’m really greatful for today. You really are-“ and as he was opening the door Yuji was interrupted with a roar of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

*: ･ﾟ - Colorful Balloons and cake shoved in his face as he nearly fell back on his ass! “A surprise party?! (name) were you also up too this?” — “Duhhh we wouldn’t be here if weren’t for her!” Nobara shouts from the small crowd. Yuji turns to you, and it’s as if his smile couldn’t get any brighter.

*: ･ﾟ - “You really are the best (name.)”

— (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ something short and sweet for my bby yuji!! he deserves the bestttt birthday ever

[strom-in-the-sky]

hii i just saw your dazai smut and it means so much to me 🥺

is it possible to do a dazai x afab reader comfort + smut who has small chest is often feels insecure of the way she looks, thinking shes not as pretty as the other girls and had a breakdown in front of him about how she is not good enough and doesnt understand why someone as handsome and desirable as dazai would ever love her?

tysm bby <3

Ahhhhh! Thank you >< I'm glad to hear!!! Thanks for the request! ♡

Warnings/content.

Female user, no y/n mentioned. user is a bit inoccent in a sense. Dazai nickname for women ((Bella, belladonna)), body shaming on user part. User not mentioned as skiny, or plump. (You all pretty never underestimated yourself ♡) breakdown/ poor mental health. Mention slightly of dazai past. Dazai being probably occ. Insecurities. Written by someone who's a virgin and no experience in sex is not actually to the real thing. NSFW under the cut.

Sort ngl.

You were pretty in dazai's eye. Very pretty. For a man sin and dirt on his hand, he found peace in someone, and that lovely person is you. He doesn't even care what type of body you have. Sure, he been around once and awhile paying with other girl's feelings. But yours oh his sweet little inoccent bella. He loves you so much and pretty much shows you it every single day. Many kisses in the morning, secretly making sure you were much better than him. Seriously, this man is broke, but he spends every cent on you to see you smile happy. It felt much, much better than anything else he ever indulged in. Now dazai isn't stupid. He is a very smart man. Many more sometimes than you expect. So when he felt something was off with his sweet bella, he opted for the best option, finding it out himself. Since you probably wouldn't tell him straight up or lie. He could see it, so he opted to get the answers he wanted himself.

"Bella~, I'm heading out to buy us something to eat, alright? I be back in a bit, " he lied but for a good reason "accidently" leaving his wallet on the counter as he made his way out of the bedroom. You were showing, but you till heard what he said. Once you came out, the shower, drying off your skin. You got on your bra and panties before letting a small sigh out. Looking down at your chest. Dazai always said your body was built so wonderful for him. The perfect nature of a woman in his eyes. The doubts started to flood your head. Wonderfully. Just wonderfully. "I wonder what he sees in a woman like me... he is so handsome and wonderful. I'm just a skiny bones.... I don't even have a chest... maybe a more woman with a chest...or ass..mabye, even a skinner waist...." Words leak out your mouth almost like how water did. Oh, but that lovely boyfriend heard it all. His stomach dropped. How could his wonderful Bella think of that! It broke his heart to hear you sniffls but also he loved hearing them when if was onlt for him...oh his sweet bella dod things to his heart.... "He probably doesn't deserve me-" With that, the door was pushed open as dazai pulled you into his arms. He was taller, lanky frame curled over yours as he pulled you back into his chest. "Bella. Never ever think of that again, you hear me. I love you. Do you know what you do to me? You make me... feel whole... don't you ever say if you deserve me. I'm the one who is lucky here." he mumbled into your ears as you cried. God, he hated how much it made him twitch in his pants. As he just wished to bend you over and take you then. But he knew he had to care softly for his precious Bella first.

"Just let me show you how much I love this body of yours~" he didn't even let you get a next word as he sat down on the bed pulling you to his back again making you face a mirror in the shared bedroom. The small, fully body mirror, as he loop his legs to yours to pull them apart. He whispered nothing but sweet words in his ears as his lanky hands ran down your neck to your chest. "You know I like any women, bella~, and well, I don't care if you don't have a chest or a models body. You know how adorable you are when your girls get perked~ like~ ah! There it's~ It looks like someone existed to see me!" His big palms didn't waste time getting the bra off as he tossed it away as he squished your small chest. His figures worked on pinching and twisting your nipples. Chuckling at your face as he watched threw the mirror. As small mewls came from your lips, one hand moved to travel to your neck and hold your head to look at yourself in the mirror when you tired to look away as the other slid down your body over your stomach. "Your belly is so good too~ I just move to rest my head on it, so squishy and nice~ so much hickey i can leave on it~ my sweet bella..." he purred as he titled his head to suck and lick your neck. His hand squished your stomach as his palm almost cover your whole stomach, completely tracing heart shapes to it. His eyes looked at your face as he smirked. "Good girl~ and then his litte pretty cunt. I can't get enough of it." That when it came painfully noticeable. He was rock hard in his pants. He knew what he was doing as he shifted his hips a bit. "Feel it bella? Feel what your body does to me? I can't control it when it comes to you~" he chuckled as his hand traced your pantie line.

"Suck a shame. I got to mess up my pretty girl pussy up~"

I hope this was good >< slightly rushed and I might add more or change more later....

Proof read- nu uh.

[just-jordie-things]

not sure if i love ino because he looks like my boyfren or if i love my boyfren because he looks like ino… LOL

BUT IMAGINE- hear me out- imagine nanami basically has a daughter (you can’t tell me that man doesn’t radiate girl-dad) and she’s around ino’s age… and they get along great !! he just didn’t know nanami was her keeper…

so when our sweet bby ino knocks on the door to pick up his hot-date (yes he did tell nanami about the date he has with a cutest chick he’s ever seen), he’s shittin bricks when he sees nanami open the door hehehe

(i feel that my bf lowkey looked like ino too but then he cut his hair and he's got more of a nanami style now.... no complaints :3)

ok but we gotta remember just HOW important nanami is to ino. he respects him SO much that he would only go to him for his Grade One status, no one else was good enough.

and they're fairly close so ino mentions in passing that he's got a date tonight with a girl he's been talking to for a while and reeeeaallyy likes. nanami kinda rolls his eyes a bit at just how much he gushes about this cute and funny and witty girl, but he finds it endearing that the younger sorcerer has someone to be so enamored with.

until that moment comes when he opens the door and there's ino with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and looking like he's going to shit a brick right there on the doorstep.

"(y/n) is y- your-?"

poor guy can't even finish the question, his finger hanging in the air as he points at nanami and in that moment sees the family portrait hanging on a wall in the entryway.

nanami, on the other hand, hasn't said a word. and he thinks maybe he could just stand there and stare ino down until he turns and runs. but ino stays. silent and terrified, but he stays there nonetheless.

"dad, you're gonna freak him out. do you mind?"

you somehow snap ino out of his fearful haze, making him brighten as he hands you the flowers. you gush and smile as you admire them, but it's hard to properly thank him with your father still lingering at the door.

it only takes one sharp look (which ino should have recognized as a nanami signature glare sooner) as you pass the flowers to your father for him to finally take the hint.

"these will need a vase and water, you got it?"

you're not rude with your words, but there is an order laced in with your sweet tone that ino can't help but notice. even more shocking, nanami actually takes the flowers and nods back at you.

it's still a bit of a struggle to leave the house.

"i want you back by ten"

"i'm an adult!"

"fine. eleven then"

ino's lucky nanami likes him. but it is awkward for a while at work. he's definitely more careful with the way he talks about you now that he knows nanami's your dad and could kill him and make it look like an accident with no problem.