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[magulon]

[atompalace-official]

[murmurlilies]

underrated Farcille panel tbh

[6gumi]

what a sweet sight.

⋆.˚ NSFW mdni . wc . 800 . jiaoqiu x f!reader 、titsuckin’ 、maybe body worship 、t!tplay / n!ppleplay 、tuggin’ on jiaoqiu’s ears a lil’ bit ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) — 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 : “ postin’ so many fillers, i swear this is the last one . . the rest will be on mai other account ! hehe hope dis was okiez, also a lil mini celebration for 2000+ before plannin’ somethin’ bigger ! ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )”

JIAOQIU could feel your body clinging onto his, his lips curling into a grin as he listened to your constant blabbering and complaints . . . your adorable complaints about how he focused more on your cunt than those sweet breasts of yours. “now now, darling girl . . . is this really something to be whining about? i took good care of you, didn’t i?” under unexpected circumstances, jiaoqiu’s eyes widened for a moment at the sight of you lifting the robe on your body, lifting it enough to show off your ample bosom, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. “tsk tsk tsk . . . still so demanding, despite not saying a single word . . .” his smile turned into a mischievous smirk as he settled his spoon down on the wooden counter, his own hands reaching out to cup both of your breasts. "your breasts are quite the sight, a sweet sight . . .” the foxian complimented, leaning forward to press a kiss to one of them. he trailed his fingers along the edge of your robe, teasing your sensitive flesh as he pulled away, with that same stupid expression on his face.

"you’re right, darling . . . i did neglect these pretty things last night," he agreed, his fingers lazily reaching out to cup one of them once more, his touch gentle as he began to massage the soft flesh against his palms. “look at how beautiful and perky your nipples are, my sweet . . . it’s like they’re begging for me to give them attention. so so beautiful.” the young male’s thumbs circled around your erected nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he leaned in to nibble on your neck. "let me make it up to you then . . . that good, hm?” jiaoqiu suggested, his voice dropping to a sultry purr as he reached for your body, pulling you closer against him. jiaoqiu pressed another kiss to your lips, parting them with his tongue as he deepened the kiss, the taste of cinnamon lingered on his breath, a remnant of the meal he was about to enjoy just a few minutes ago.

he rolled your hard nipples between his fingers a second time, pinching them just enough to make your back arch in pleasure. jiaoqiu watched the pink blush spread across your skin, his ears twitching at the small squeak of your voice, “jiaoqiu . . .” his own expression grew more intense at the mere sound of his precious girl’s voice, he leaned forward to take one of your awaiting nipples into his mouth. “oh my sweet girl . . . look at this perfect body of yours, so gorgeous . . so perfect.” the foxian flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub, sucking gently and letting his teeth graze it in a feather-like touch. jiaoqiu continued to tease you, switching between your breasts every so often, his hands tracing circles around your sensitive nipples before giving them a sharp tug. “you taste good," he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“every inch of your body that i missed last night . . . will be under my care, ‘kay? just lay down for me.” the foxian instructed, his voice a soft purr as he watched you lay on your back, his gaze lingering on your chest. "pretty baby . . . your breasts are like ripe fruit, begging to be plucked and savored," your boyfriend praised, his fingers trailing down your sides, teasing at your waist. he leaned up, capturing one of your nipples between his lips once more, switching between sucking and nibbling. “i could drown in your beauty, sweetheart. i only wish I had more than just my hands and mouth to worship every inch of you," he confessed, his voice a low, sensual rasp. “my tongue on your nipples . . . is not enough for me.”

your eyes widened at the sudden sensation and sweetness laced in his words, causing you to tug on his ears . . . earning a soft grunt from him. a small chuckle left your throat when your fingers ran through his luscious pink locks and those unique foxian ears of his, “you’re so cheesy.”

“oh, is that so?” jiaoqiu hummed, his playful smile did not falter . . . not once. “i assure you, when you're this delicious, a little cheesiness won’t hurt anyone.”

“but s—still . . . it’s cheesy and corny.” your hands came to rest against his cheeks, squeezing them with a soft smile. "i know," he chuckled, his lips brushing against your skin . . . gazing at you with a grin, his ears twitching in response to your little tug. “but you seem to enjoy it, no matter how corny it is," he joked, his hands reaching up to cup both of your breasts once again with a hum of satisfaction. “guess i’ll have to keep doing it . . . isn’t that right? i should thank you for blessing me with this sweet sight.”

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[swordmaid]

nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love, all mine.

[gh0st-lie]

This man in soft warm lighting really has a hold on me

[happyheidi]

𝗂𝗀: 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺

[jaeyxns]

Jake ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Romance : Untold Daydream (Comeback Live)

[helianthus21]

in future seasons i want a scene where daniel reminisces about his first meeting with armand. and louis like "have you lost your mind?? he held you captive and tortured you for days! you told me about the terror you felt!" and daniel looking at armand with a dreamy expression on his face like "he did do that🥰"

[frogchiro]

Are you having any unhinged nikto thoughts today? Perhaps.. titty.. sucking OKAY BYE YOU DIDNT SEE ME BYEE

Unhinged Nikto who is obsessed with your boobs :(( He's the definition if the 'boobs. boobs in my mouth' meme.

He's a dirty old pervert; will try to sneak a lil grope or two at any given moment no matter that you're technically still in public at the base, you can be sure that his big, rough paws will try to get a grip on your tit and give it a good firm squeeze as if testing something before nodding his head and walking off leaving you confused and miffed :((

He's a sucker (literally) for tits!! Will definitely motorboat you, stuff his face (mask and all) into your tits and refuse to move even despite your protests and if you continue whining at him he'll just bite your tit to hear you squeal and get you to quiet down :(( He's an asshole!

And yes, he sucks tit like he expects something to come out. Nikto is an absolute fiend; suckles your tits everyday, it's almost like a ritual by now that he attaches his rough, scarred mouth to your boob while the other one is massaged by one of his rough palms.

If Nikto is particularly feeling needy, he will try and suckle at your nipple through your shirt </3

[capquinn]

Hi!!! Can we daydream about Quinn with his gf/wife and little kids at family skate, and he is so sweet and has fun with the kids but then he also spends time just skating with his girl and just how adorable it would all be

The rink is buzzing with laughter and chatter, a lively hum that echoes across the ice as families skate together under the bright, friendly glow of the arena lights. It’s a Canucks family skate, and the atmosphere is nothing short of joyful chaos. Around you, players glide alongside their partners and children, laughter and the occasional squeal of excitement filling the air as little ones attempt their first steps on the ice, bundled up in tiny team jerseys, their skates barely steady on the surface.

You linger by the boards, your baby boy nestled in the crook of your arm, his gaze fixed intently on the skaters zooming past, his eyes wide with wonder. He’s completely captivated, his little neck craning as he tries to take in every bit of movement. Every now and then, he lets out an excited coo, his small hands flailing and reaching as if he wants to join in, enchanted by the way everyone glides over the ice.

Around the rink, you spot a few familiar faces — teammates sharing laughs with their families, some holding hands with their significant others, others carefully guiding their wobbly-legged kids in little skates, everyone wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. You can see Brock pulling his young niece around the ice, her giggles ringing out as he lifts her up to help her “fly.” Nearby, Elias is gliding hand in hand with his girlfriend, and every now and then, he spins her around, both of them laughing in easy, joyful abandon.

But your eyes keep drifting back to Quinn, who’s just a few feet away, moving slowly across the ice with your three-year-old daughter. She’s bundled in her Canucks beanie and a tiny jersey, her skates clumsy but determined as she tries to match her dad’s easy, practiced rhythm. Quinn holds both of her hands, his head bent as he whispers something encouraging to her, laughing softly as her little legs flail with each wobbly attempt to glide.

He glances over at you, a wide grin spreading across his face as he meets your eyes, sharing in the hilarity of your daughter’s determined yet wobbly attempts. You catch his look and laugh, sharing an amused shake of your head. He’s practically beaming, every inch the proud, doting dad, and he keeps pointing things out to her, like, “see, you’re skating just like daddy!”

Your daughter giggles, her gaze flickering over to you, and she waves a little hand, calling out, “mommy, look! I’m skating!”

You give her an encouraging wave back, smiling.

“You’re doing so good!” you call out, even as you stay firmly planted by the boards, not entirely confident in your skating skills while holding a baby.

“Come on, mommy!” She beckons, twisting her neck to look at you as her feet take her in the opposite direction. But Quinn’s grip on her is steady, and he’s there to keep her upright.

Quinn seems to sense your hesitation and guides your daughter to the boards for a quick break.

“You sure you don’t want to give it a try?” he teases, stopping just in front of you, an easy and familiar smile on his face.

Your gaze lingers on the ice, shifting your weight, holding the baby close, and he senses your hesitation. You don’t trust yourself not to fall. When catch you catch his eye, he gives you a soft, reassuring smile before bending down to steady your daughter, guiding her to stand firmly between his legs for balance.

“Stay right here, Bug,” he murmurs, letting go of her little hands once she’s stable. “I’ll take him,” he says without hesitation, and with a smooth motion, extends his arms to take the baby from you, the warmth in his eyes instantly putting you at ease.

You carefully hand your son over, watching as Quinn settles him into the crook of his arm with practiced ease. Against his chest, the baby looks even tinier, his round cheeks pink from the chill and his little eyes wide as he gazes up at his dad. His tiny knitted beanie is slightly askew, and you reach over to adjust it, tucking it snugly over his ears.

“All set?” you ask, smiling down at your baby boy as he wriggles in Quinn’s hold, seemingly content in his father’s arms.

Quinn nods, his eyes soft as he glances down at your daughter, who’s still holding her ground between his legs, balancing on her skates with a proud little grin. “Time to show mom how it’s done,” he tells her.

You kneel down, grinning as you hold your hands out to your daughter. “You ready, Bug?”

She nods enthusiastically, her small, gloved hands slipping into yours, her excitement almost tangible as she steadies herself, her eyes sparkling at the thought of being on the ice with both her mom and dad. You take a deep breath, feeling a rush of warmth and love as the four of you set out, moving as a little cluster of family, Quinn leading with careful, steady strides while you and your daughter follow close behind, each wobbly step punctuated with laughter and encouragement.

As you make your way towards center ice, a couple of Quinn’s teammates glide over, laughter in their eyes as they take in the sight of your little family on the ice. JT is among them, his own kids in tow, and your daughter’s face lights up the moment she spots him.

“Uncle J!” she calls out, waving her little mittened hand enthusiastically. Her balance wobbles, and whilst you’re grasping both hands, Quinn instinctively reaches out to steady her with a gentle hand on her back, grinning at her excitement.

JT chuckles, leaning down to your daughter’s level as he glides to a stop beside you all. “Look at you out here,” he says, eyes twinkling as he gives her a high five. “Practicing for the big leagues already?”

She giggles, puffing out her chest with pride as she says, “daddy’s teaching me!”

JT chuckles. “Alright, show me what you’ve got.”

She giggles again, letting go of one of your hands and wobbling a little as she lifts one skate, trying her best to glide.

JT laughs, clapping his hands. “You’re a natural.”

But before he can say more, your daughter tugs on your hand, her face bright with determination, fuelled by the compliment.

“C’mon, mommy, let’s go,” she urges, eager to keep moving and practicing, already pulling you along with her, her little legs working hard to stay upright.

You exchange a quick, amused look with JT, who winks at you, before you let your eldest lead the way, her enthusiasm carrying you across the ice.

Quinn takes a quick moment to adjust your son in his arm, proudly showing him off to JT, who leans in with a warm smile, giving the baby an affectionate wave. “Look at this little guy,” he chuckles, clearly charmed.

“Daddy!” your daughter calls, her voice bright and insistent, as if to say, Hurry up!

“Enjoy it,” JT says simply, his voice warm with understanding as he glances at Quinn with a knowing smile.

Quinn nods, a quiet, grateful look crossing his face, before he catches up to you and your daughter.

The rink is a blur of people around you, but in this moment, it feels like it’s just the four of you, taking your time and enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. Your daughter’s giggles echo as she finds her rhythm, her little legs wobbling but steadier than when she first began, each stride more confident than the last. Her grip loosens on your hands until, with a small, determined breath, she lets go, pushing forward on her own, her arms outstretched as she glides a few cautious feet ahead of you.

With your daughter skating just ahead, you lean into Quinn, wrapping a hand around his bicep, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath your fingers. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he shifts slightly, his arm coming around to rest against your back, steering you gently as the two of you fall into a comfortable, slow pace behind her, perfectly content to just be here, watching her take these little steps of independence.

“She’s getting so big,” you murmur, a smile in your voice, though there’s a faint catch as you take in the sight of her moving so confidently ahead.

Quinn nods, his gaze fixed on her, his jaw tightening just slightly as his expression softens with quiet pride. “Yeah,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his voice carrying a quiet awe. “Look at her go.”

There’s a hint of wonder in his tone, as if he’s marveling at where the last three years have gone, his baby girl now a fierce, independent spirit with a strength all her own. He holds you a little closer, his hand warm and steady against your back, and for a moment, you both fall into silence, taking in the simple beauty of watching her grow.

But then, her skate catches a rough patch of ice, and her arms flail as she loses balance. For a split second, her expression shifts from confidence to a startled shock as she tips forward, her legs slipping out from under her.

The second Quinn sees her stumble, his whole body tenses. Without a word, he turns to you, carefully but swiftly handing over your son, his arms steady but urgent as he transfers the baby into your hold.

“You good?” he murmurs softly, his eyes meeting yours briefly, a flicker of worry crossing his face as he makes sure you’re steady.

Once satisfied, he’s back to her side in an instant, his strides quick and sure. He crouches down to her level, his hand already reaching out before she even has a chance to process what’s happened.

“Hey, Bug, you okay?” he asks, his voice warm and soothing, though you can catch the subtle glimmer of worry in his eyes as he scans her little face.

Your daughter blinks up at him, her eyes wide, looking more surprised than hurt. Quinn lets out a quiet breath, relief softening his expression, and he offers her a gentle smile, brushing a hand over her cheek.

“Just a little slip, huh?” he murmurs, his tone full of calm reassurance. “Daddy’s got you.”

She nods, a small, tentative smile forming as her fingers curl around his hand, finding comfort in his presence. Quinn helps her up, his hands gentle as he steadies her skates, keeping a close eye on her as she stands. He stays right by her side, his hand resting lightly on her back, offering that familiar, encouraging smile that seems to say, I’m right here.

As she takes a tentative step forward, he glances back at you, his expression softening as he catches your eye. You share a small, knowing smile, the both of you silently acknowledging the preciousness of this moment before Quinn shifts his full attention back to your daughter, ready to help her try again.

With a little encouragement from Quinn, your daughter finds her balance once more, her determination quickly returning as she gives skating another try. She beams up at him, her confidence growing with each little glide, and Quinn chuckles softly, staying close as she takes her next careful steps forward.

Just as you’re all settling back into the rhythm, one of the team photographers skates over with a warm smile, camera in hand. “Mind if I grab a quick family photo?” he asks, nodding towards your little family.

Quinn glances at his daughter, his eyes bright with that familiar, playful glint. “What do you think, Bug?” he says. “Wanna take a picture?”

She giggles, nodding eagerly, and Quinn leans down, scooping her up with ease.

With your daughter perched securely in Quinn’s arms, her little hands wrapped around his neck and her head leaning happily against his shoulder, you feel the warmth of his free arm slipping around your waist, drawing you in close. Your baby boy is snug in your arms, his tiny eyes wide with fascination as he stares up at his dad.

The team photographer raises his camera. “Alright, you all ready?“

Quinn chuckles, looking at you with a familiar smile before turning his gaze to your daughter, who beams up at him, her little face alight with pure happiness. “Smile big, Bug,” he says, giving her a gentle squeeze, which makes her giggle, her tiny hand reaching to hold onto his cheek.

As the photographer counts down, Quinn’s grip around your waist tightens slightly, pulling you in until you’re all snug together, a little family unit beaming with laughter and joy. Your daughter giggles just as the camera clicks, and Quinn glances down at you, eyes shining with a quiet happiness.

The photographer snaps a few more shots, capturing every detail: Quinn’s protective hold on both you and your daughter, the little one nestled close against your shoulder, and the pure joy radiating from each of you. It’s a snapshot of a moment you know you’ll cherish forever — the four of you, sharing a perfect, happy moment on the ice, a memory of love and warmth that will stay with you always.

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requests are open - let’s daydream!

[babyblueetbaemonster]

@tes-summer-fest 24, day 7: companion

How girls do their makeup v.s. how boys do their makeup

[madamemiz]

hi hello would like sun fnaf to get grabby touchy w me pls and thank you

[urfavsillydoll]

I love the fact that my hair are black and long 🪽🖤

[barrel-crow-n]

Inej when she was younger: I want a kind, pious boy who brings me my favourite flower because he took the time to know me well enough to know which one I like most

Inej's future boyfriend: A bitch, literally the most impious person alive, people literally think he's a demon, gifts Inej knives instead of flowers, chucks flowers into the canals

[yutaslaugh]

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