#gonna think about this for the rest of the day 😫

[michipan]

oh my gosh… this was so perfect and delicious i’m pulling my hair out ur writing is SO GOOD ALDHSKDBA

the whole dynamic between the two is just so funny?? like the banter between the two is rlly natural and it’s funny to see frat-boy yeonjun.. the mc is definitely stronger than me bc i would’ve either moved out or gotten violent 😁 (you mean this was just a common occurrence? for more than THREE months?? how does someone live like this ?!🔥)

and the fact that yeonjun was always so cocky and just didnt care about his surroundings made the elevator scene and the dynamic shift after that so satisfying 😭😭😭 even more when the mc goes from avoiding him to being straight up with him— that scene was insanekdjakdb

“huh. i always knew—“ this man is so !!!! (/neg) GOD i feel the same way as the mc bc he’s such a frat and a little insufferable but he gets a pass bc he’s yeonjun 🚬

ok but that smut scene 🤭 i think it’s rlly funny that u took the realistic approach with the kissing scene and just had the mc pull away and go ??? dude wtf like, i just rlly loved the mc’s character lmao; the fact that she was always blunt with yj just made their relationship more interesting haha

but OUUUGGHHFKDHS i did not expect u to throw in that noona thing ?? and the fact that she goes don’t call me that, yet he still does is so!?? i screamed a little ur too good

ALSO the degrading and slapping….. i’m gonna combust actually. (it’s the fact that yj is so fucking bratty throughout it that makes dom!mc so much more satisfying hehe) aaaannnd the cherry on top, personally, was him coming untouched 🤗 n he’s just so embarrassed abt it too, alfhskdbs i love that stuff sm like what a loser teehee 🤭🤭

I DIDNT EXPECT TO RAMBLE SM??? Like i just started and it didn’t stop omg but i could keep going trust me!! (but i won’t for our sanity) anyways ur literally insane and amazing for this, i ❤️ ur writing this was sooo good

Because I’m currently pissed off ive decided to manifest it into positive energy 🙂!!! I present to you a scenario of very loud and annoying neighbour Yeonjun, like just criminally loud neighbour throughout every. single. night. Absolutely no rest ever since he moved in.

warnings: sub!yeonjun, grinding, slapping lol, dacryphilia, noona kink sorta

On good days, it’d be what you think is him producing music because at least your walls aren’t vibrating. Worst days? It would hands down be the ragers he throws practically every week as if he was still in college. Sex being a close second—to give credit, he has toned it down the past couple of weeks.

“We take your complaints very seriously, but please cut him some slack Miss. He’s still in college you know how…they get,” So…he is still in college. And to the newfound information, you guess he’s also under twenty three. It explains… a lot. “Between you and me, he’s practically scraping to get money for rent enough as it is.”

You hold back a scoff and instead try to be empathetic so you give your best attempt at a smile to the office worker. You could handle a few months of sleepless nights before he’s eventually evicted, can’t you?

So, just like that, you give up the weekly complaints you send to the landlord.

…Is what you chose to believe as you try your hardest to drown out the noise next door, pillow pressed against your ear with sheer strength before you finally give out, groaning with agony. If you can’t get anybody to listen to your complaints, then who will?

Communication.

Like a light bulb lit above your head you scramble out of your bed, not in the mood to change out of your nightgown, slipped on your slides, and you were now prepared to pay a visit to your more than lovely neighbour, Choi Yeonjun.

You knock a few times. No response.

Before you could get your tenth knock the door swings open to reveal the monster who has been tormenting you for the last few months. You hold up a polite smile, though your eyes unintentionally trail down to his exposed collarbones. A white tank top, a white tank top, a white— “Hey?”

Your eyes widen, getting flustered as you clear your throat, straightening your posture. “Um, so, hi! As you know I’m—"

“Y/N, neighbour 331.” Your brows raise impressed that he actually knew. “The one who’s been submitting complaints on me every Friday, right?”

Oh. He does not like you. Your smile falters for a second before you compose yourself and nod. “I just wanted to come to you instead of going to the landlord tomorrow morning, think it’s better if we communicate.”

He contemplates for a second before nodding, arms crossed lazily, eyes urging you to continue. “…I want to communicate that I am not very…appreciative of the noise every night. Well, I’m sure you already know—and I wish for you to turn it down a notch.”

Yeonjun gives you a tight smile, eyes turning into crescents, with his hand placed behind his door. “Sure.” —is all he says before the door’s slammed shut in your face.

Not taking into account the rudeness of what he just did, you think that was a success. So you take a second to commend yourself and pat yourself on the back, heading to your flat.

To your luck, he goes through with his word and actually keeps it down.

For one night.

You think maybe if you go knocking enough times, he'd follow through each time (which he does) and eventually learn to turn it down without you telling him to (which he doesn't).

You're faced with him again, patience holding by a thread, "Keep. It. Down." you grit out the moment his door opens, eyes with intention to kill.

"Damn. Okay. You can chill out."

And then again.

"Turn your TV down."

And...again.

"I would appreciate it if you turned it down a bit."

It was a daily thing to get up from the comfort of your bed and storm up to his door, your knuckles bruising from the abundance of times you banged on his door.

"At this point, might start thinking you're really into me." You stare at him in disbelief, mouth hung open not able to process the absolute audacity. You're even more pissed when he cheekily points out: "You're drooling."

You immediately shut your mouth before rolling your eyes to absolute oblivion. You hate his guts. Even more when you wipe at your mouth experimentally and do in fact find that he wasn't lying. "Just—just turn it down!"

You truly did not like him, nothing more nothing less. You couldn't even find him more than averagely attractive so there definitely weren't any underlying feelings. You just thought he was way too incredibly cocky for your taste, too unbothered of his surroundings; to you it looked like all that mattered to Yeonjun was himself. Which is a big turn off.

You were definitely all too aware of the numerous times his eyes would, with absolutely no shame, look you up and down, not caring to be discreet about checking you out. Each time you'd scoff, because god, does he remind you of all the reasons you hated college.

You didn't think he was at peak of childishness until the one time you saw Yeonjun arriving at his door as you struggled to key your door open with your sort-of-boyfriend slash co-worker Doyoung (which was another issue you had to deal with all around) beside you, waiting to finally finish off what you started back at his car.

"Hey, hey let me try." Doyoung offers and you let him, awkwardly making way for him to attempt to open your jammed door.

It wasn't hard to feel Yeonjun's quick glances over at you before he says nothing and disappears into the black hole that was his flat. When you came over to his door the next day, the daily reminder to keep it quiet, he does one of his cheesy fuck boy lines from a 2000s movie without fail. Except he doesn't end it there.

He asks you a question you would've snorted at if it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't very humorous to have an annoying neighbor busying themselves with your personal life.

"Was that your boyfriend? Yesterday?" His very weird attempt at keeping his voice monotone and almost nonchalant has you puzzled...not in a good way.

You resort to not answering his question. You didn't have to. "From a scale of one to ten, how valuable is that information to you? It's supposed to be zero lovely neighbour."

"Well, you—you should keep it down next time," he starts, and you're confused. No way. "Couldn't sleep with all the bed creaking."

You could've even retort back and say something like 'oh, now you know how I feel', too embarrassed to say anything before just storming to your door. You did not like Choi Yeonjun.

At all.

All of that was before being stuck in an elevator with a more than a nervous wreck plus one.

"Can you calm down? They'll be here in like, less than a few minutes." You aren't too great at comforting, clearly, as he gets a lot more jittery. "Fuck! It's been five entire minutes!” —Not true. “What if—what if we just die in here, holy shit holy shit." Yeonjun was spiraling as he tries to pace in the confined space, eyes wide with panic, biting down on his bottom lip practically breaking down right in front of your eyes.

"Hey, hey look, just sit. On the floor. Calm down, and collect yourself."

To your surprise, he stops pacing, for a second looks at you before taking a breath and slumping down to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. You decide to also sit down, albeit, the awkward distance between the two of you making it less than comfortable. It feels like a few minutes before your ears pick up little sniffles.

Oh well, shit. He was crying. You attempt to not look at him, he was clearly more than vulnerable but your eyes can't help but slowly trail to your side. The confident, cocky neighbor you've had to deal with for the past five months was indeed crying.

Your perception of Yeonjun changes in an elevator that day, just a tiny bit. When he starts to apologize through his sobs, that had quickly picked up sound, you feel something. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just—fuck—"

"What happened?" You don't care, you think you don't, but you still end up asking. And listening.

"Don't judge." he says with that slight break of his voice and you nod.

Your eyes dart back and forth, hyper focused on every feature of his face as he turns to you, venting all of his worries to someone he most likely finds annoying the same way you find him—red runny nose, fox-like eyes already turning bloodshot, the way his perfectly trimmed brows furrow every few sentences like he was thinking over what he should reveal to a stranger that hates him, or his quivering bottom lip whenever he'd take a second to take a breath—your perception of him had definitely changed. Just a tiny bit.

You have no idea what possessed you to reach your thumb out for under his eyes—to wipe. Like you knew him at all. As if he wasn't the neighbor who had been the cause of all the sleepless nights you experienced. It was something about his pouty lips, pinkish tone from all the crying, making you behave so oddly. “Thanks…” Yeonjun’s strained whisper combined with his tears bordering his waterline had got you even more entranced and holy shit— you quickly retract your hand from his face, instead focusing on bright yellow light on your floor number.

“Mhm.” It was a panic hum, like any minute now you would do a very impulsive and frankly out of character thing.

But thankfully his paranoia was proven to not be true as just a few minutes go by before the elevator doors open to reveal someone from what you assume to be the rescue service.

When you get out, Yeonjun is rather quick to go to his flat, avoiding all small talk and shutting his door behind him almost as quick as he ran to it. And as for you, all night is spent sleepless once more. And the cause being once again, Yeonjun. Except it's not his music, his movies, or sex. He keeps oddly quiet that day. No, it's the short dream you have that scares you awake.

Yeonjun. Crying. And a sex dream. Oh you were fucked up.

Not only does that dream scare you wide awake for an entire night, it also scares you from ever approaching his door again. Or when you see him down at the laundry room, or at the elevator, or—

At your door?

When you open to the persistently annoying knock, you don't expect it to be your neighbor. In his signature frat look, a backward cap hanging on his head. "Hey—"

"What do you want?" You cut him off.

"Oh, well, straight to the point, um—Was here to tell you that I'll be throwing a party in just a few hours. So it'll get loud. And I won't be able to turn it down. Sorry."

"Okay." you simply say before adding, "Thanks for giving me a heads up I guess." You attempt to give a smile before shutting your door but Yeonjun stops you with the intervention of his foot between the door and the frame.

"Also. Question.” You quirk a brow. “This is probably really weird to ask because we don't even know each other, but, are you avoiding me? I feel like you are. Was it because of my …crying?" He whispers the last part like its some sacred omen.

"Huh?"

"What happened at the elevator. Can’t you—can’t you just forget about that? I mean I have no idea if you’re avoiding me because of it, but I feel like you are and I don’t know, I just need a confirmation. It’s driving me fucking insane and, and as a man—”

God, you’d do anything to not be the victim of a macho man attempting to explain how weak it is to shed a few tears. So you reveal the reality that you are currently living in. A reality where you dreamed about fucking Choi Yeonjun, A.K.A someone you would consider a mortal enemy by this point.

“I had a sex dream.” It’s the first time you see him taken aback, blinking rapidly, clueless of what you just said. “About you.” you confirm, pursing your lips at the few seconds of silence that followed after. Presuming he has nothing to say to you look down at his foot that was the sole reason you hadn’t shut the door yet.

He scrambles, flustered when he realizes, moving his feet, an incredulous chuckle leaving his lips right after, “Um, yeah, sorry— a sex dream? About me? Huh. I always knew—” With dread, you slam the door shut before he could get another word in, the last thing you see being a smug grin on his face with the newly found information settling in and god you just want to rip your hair out— the absolute last thing you wanted to do was feed his ego. Which you had clearly served to have done.

You choose to huddle up on your couch, watching a random Netflix show to pass time on your vacation day but the show’s too uninteresting so you inevitably end up spacing out.

You’re not entirely sure why you’ve been particularly childish about the dream. Especially since you’ve had awkward sex dreams before, the one about your fuck-ass boss taking the number one spot for most traumatizing. But you’ve never actively ignored anyone or even gave it a second thought other than “Holy shit that was weird.”

So, your subconscious leads you to believe you resorted to avoidance due to the contents of your dream. Said contents being you… dominating a man. Roped up cocky Yeonjun at mercy of every feather touch, squirming in his restraints, face a teary mess with his hair plastered onto his forehead from all the sweat, a ballgag drenched with his spit just to keep him shut, salivating dumbly down under his chin, the prettiest fucked out look, putting the little shit in his place and holy shit are you touching yourself?

Like some prude, you retract your hand out from under your pants and curse yourself at seeing your fingers stick because of your substance—Yeonjun was driving you crazy. And you hated it, he was at most five years younger than you and throughout your life span, you have never felt anything for a younger man—its always been a turn off. Especially when it shows. And with Yeonjun, oh it showed.

Even now as your reverie gets broken by an unrythmic knock similar to before, leading you to be faced by Yeonjun. For the second time today.

His stance is a lot different than an hour ago, almost like that one time on the elevator. “…Hey?” You start out with raised eyebrows.

Confused by his silence you assume what this was about, “I seriously don’t mind the party, I’ll be—”

Your eyes widen in surprise when Yeonjun’s lips crash on yours, roughly taking you up a wind before the realizations sets in the moment his hand start going places it should not be going. You bite down on his lip and he pulls away instantly, groaning, wide eyed, tears already springing on his waterline from the pain. He has the audacity to look offended as he yells with childish shriek of his voice, “What the hell?!”

“Are you insane? Who gave you the right to kiss me you fucking pervert?” You yell back, still shocked at his sudden advancement, finger lingering on your lips.

He visibly deflates with a knit of his eyebrows, eyes wide, "Um? You...you just told me you had a sex dream...of me."

"So?" you whisper-shout exasperated.

"I thought—"

You cut him off. "You thought what? I'd let you barge in here like some lead in a porno and...fuck me?"

He seems to think for a few seconds before literally...nodding, making you nearly gasp. "Well, sort of...yeah? I mean, women don't tell you that they've had a wet dream about you without trying to say something non-verbally." He seems almost proud when he says that, as if he has hundreds of experience in women psych.

Holy fuck. You dreamed about fucking this kid. A dumb frat whose probably got everything handed to him just because he was moderately pretty.

But maybe he wasn't too far off, because you find yourself stupidly attracted to his slightly bruised lip from your bite earlier, his eyes still glossy, iris looking up waiting for you to say something. Holy shit.

"How old are you?" If the age gap was bigger than three years—

"Turned twenty-three last September. Why?"

Two years. Oh fuck, to hell with it all.

You ignore his question and jump straight in the cold, freezing water. "How...much are you willing to do to...fuck me?" The question came out a lot more awkward than you intended.

He huffs out a laugh incredulously waiting for you to say that was a joke, but too much time has passed and now he's seriously thinking it over for a second. "Um...a lot? I don't know. I'm just super horny right now."

If you were in your right mind, you would've rejected him. Out the door he would've been because the way he drawled super had to have been the biggest turn off. But you were also a woman at mercy to her sexual desires. And right now, your sexual desire was Yeonjun.

"Okay," you exhale. "Sure. Let's fuck. But we're doing this my way."

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You surprisingly don't possess any toys...other than an unused dildo. You're not sure if he'd be too into that, or if you know him enough to even propose such an idea. So... you’re left empty handed; now all you had was your word and control.

And the slight age difference seemed to help it out too. “I-I’m—holy shit— I’m gonna cum noona, noona—"

Abruptly, you move from his neck that you were just lightly sucking on, hand once palming him over his sweats, retracted. He whines from the loss of friction, opening his shut eyes to give you the nastiest look as he tries to quickly bring back his high but he clearly fails when he groans, nearly feeling his eyes get teary. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

"I told you to stop calling me noona. Plus, I'm not gonna let you soil your pants the minute I get my hands on you."

Wild runs in his eyes and its unlike you’ve seen him. "Holy shit, you're so—" But it’s not intimidating. You cut him off by straddling his lap, and if you weren’t nicer you would’ve laughed at how fast his expression changed. Dumb kid.

He was totally awestricken, wetting his lips for a second until opening them again, "—fucking hot."

You strike a sharp blow across his face, the slap silencing him abruptly. His lips are slightly parted, confusion ridden in his features, his cheek quickly turning a shade of red, ears ringing—then you start grinding and his expression once again morphs into something sinfully pathetic, except this time he had those tears threatening to spill. “Don’t call me hot again. Understood?”

“It’s a fucking complim—”

You shove two fingers in his mouth to attempt of actually shutting this man up, and for a bit it serves to gag him until a lewd thought popped in your head. “Suck. Or I kick you out and you can jerk off your stupid dick alone.”

He immediately obeys, sucking on your two fingers, his saliva coating them. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was shifting his position and not attempting to buck his hips like a dumb rabid dog. He was getting off from this.

You were proven more when you start pumping your digits in his mouth, too fascinated at how he sucks in his cheeks, making eye contact, whining on your fingers. “Why’re you so frustrating? Could’ve been a good boy from the beginning.”

You rolled your hips into his more, his dick hardening you’re surprised he hasn’t complained yet. “When are we gonna fuck?” He whines when your fingers are out of his watering mouth.

Clearly, you speak too soon.

“Never if you keep being a fucking bitch. You know how much sleep I lost because of your idiotic shenanigans? Let me have my fun.”

A lot. He was insufferable the first three months, dark circles getting more deep set. Feeling anger bubble up, you move to roughly trailing wet kisses down his neck and goodness is he audible—his soft moans are truly music to your ears. “You’re loud.”

And it gets you to needily grind down on his bulge even more, your core aching. Unfortunately, he takes this as you scolding him to be quiet, and so for a second, he’s extremely quiet. “No, no, want you to be loud. Love your needy voice, such a pretty dumb boy.” you breathe, getting off on his lap.

You suck hard on a sensitive spot and he spasms, whimpering. “Noona—”

You bite down on his exposed shoulder and Yeonjun cries. “Told you to stop calling me that freak.”

“Don’t care, I wanna call you noona,” you swallow the lump in your throat because the honorific does spur you on his lap, “My noona.”

Your eyes widen, flustered hands raising to slap him again, which he doesn’t dodge. Hot cheeks so red from the two times you hit his pretty face, tears long spilling down them, is so much better than the dream—except his bratty smirk pulls you out of the fantasy. “Stop pushing it dumb frat.”

His hips buck to hump up against your pussy and you really start to think he enjoys getting slapped. “P-please, want your pussy. Been thinking about it all week.”

“All week?”

“Y-yeah, since that guy fucked you dumb, like a bitch.” If it weren’t for how distracted you were getting by his twitching dick in between your thighs, you would’ve given him another strike against his face—and maybe then he would’ve shut up for good.

“You want to fuck me like a bitch?” you slur in his ear in mock tone, “You?”

He furrows his brows, visibly getting haughty. “Yes, me. What about it?” he bites.

You whine at the cute knit of his brows, the pout that rests his pretty lips. You lean to kiss them, you’ve been thinking of doing that since the beginning—they looked so pillowy, soft, everything you could now feel as he eagerly returns the chaste mouth to mouth.

It’s quick to turn messy, spit smothered by the side of his lips when you cup his cheeks—then you let go, abruptly. Yeonjun tries to blindly chase your lips, but you’re unrelenting, working yourself on his lap. “You can’t fuck me like him Jjunie.”

“I can fuck your brains out, you—” He’s mid barking back at your statement, his ego clearly beaten down to the ground, but you do the next thing you’ve been dying to try—playing with his nipples. You graze them with your thumb when you’ve had your hands under his shirt for a good minute—a fact unnoticed by the man under you—and that gets him mewling. Mewling.

“F-fuck, don’t touch me there..”

“But I thought you could fuck my brains out?” you mock with a pout, “How come you get like this just by…”

You pinch his nipples slightly and he throws his back on the couch almost immediately, whimpering through his tightly closed lips. “Me touching your tits?”

“Don’t c-call them that.”

“Tits? But you like this don’t you?” you ask softly, studying every bit of a jerk, or a slight quiver of his bottom lip. He loved every second of this, but you needed him to tell you. You stop massaging his nips, removing your hand entirely from under his shirt, which gets his eyes to fly open, holding your wrist. “I do! I do. I like it when you play with my tits.” he says exasperated, raising your hand under his shirt again.

What a desperate whore.

You smirk, incredibly engrossed by his eagerness, and his swollen glistening lips from your brief makeout earlier. “Yeah?” you drawl, pressing on his bud just a tiny bit, and he nods. Thank god he was sensitive.

“Mhm.” he hums, still pathetically chasing your warmth. All he can think with is his dick.

“Thought about wrecking my tight, little pussy so bad all week, huh? Jerked off to the thought all week? Poor baby. Then I have to make it up to you today don’t I?” you know those words would make him act up more, getting him unbearably hard to the point its torture. And god, now your panties were uncomfortably sticking to your pussy.

“N-noona let me—let me—” Yeonjun’s crying more as the friction between your bodies gets too overwhelming for him— and gosh, does he look like such a dumb boy; none of his cocky stupid shit from earlier.

It was hot.

“Want my pussy?”

His nods are frantic, so much that you snort. “Yes, yes please. Wanted to fuck you dumb ever since you came over. You never gave me any attention, jus’ wanted to make a mess of you, cumming all over your tits—”

No way. He was a pervert from the beginning? You thought he hated your guts just as much as you did him. “Did that filthy fantasy give you a good enough reason to ruin my sleep schedule and ..and all my chances at a promotion? Huh? Because of you i can’t even dream of it—“

You were lying. Losing sleep had definitely affected your work performance but it wasn’t to the point you couldn’t aim for a little promotion. But you liked seeing his guilt pool in, crying, crying sooo pathetically. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know noona, I swear.”

His hiccups are enough to get you to fasten your speed on his lap, the friction working to get you off.

“Yeah. Because your undeveloped brain can’t grasp at the real worlds consequence. I hate guys like you. So immature and dumb.”

That snaps something in him clearly as he finds the tongue to retort, “If you hated me you—you wouldn’t be getting off on my cock.”

You scoff, especially at picking up on the strained moan he tries to conceal, the shudder of his body giving away the orgasm. Choi Yeonjun just came. Untouched.

You could feel it between your legs, the warmth spread disgustingly all over and you grimace. “Gross.”

He groans out of embarrassment, hiding his face with an arm. And now you’re just sitting on his wet lap, contemplating two things. Kicking him out or getting to satisfy your needs?

Unfortunately, the banging on a door pauses your movement of unbuckling his jeans and you can’t hide the roll of your eyes. “Yeonjun! Are you home?!”

Convenient timing. Not.

You don’t let your disappointment show—he came and you hadn’t. You instead turn to face him, giving him a mocking smile, “You have a party to host ...oops.” And at least end it with the illusion you had the upper hand.

But Yeonjun is not as willing to give it up. “I don’t give a shit. I host these weekly,” Oh, you know. “…Can you at the least …let me eat you out?”

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a/n; lol this got longer than i intended to the point i was thinking about naming it and getting it out as an actual fic but ehhhhh ill leave it raw 🥲 wish my shitty neighbor was yeonjun but we move 😁!!!!!

[realcube]

— SAIKI RELATIONSHIP HCS

☆ very hesitant to hug you/hold hands bc he is afraid he might shatter all your bones. prefers kisses, less can go wrong

☆ except that one time he kissed you and was so flustered that a whole galaxy exploded

☆ but it was one of those really distant, useless ones so he moved on

☆ or that time you held his hand and he literally started levitating ??

☆ finishes exams in two seconds then spends the rest of the time annoying you

'i don't mean to disturb you but i noticed you put the wrong answer for question four' 'get out of my head!'

☆ i already wrote a drabble about this but he morphs into different objects to 'prank' you

☆ you always want him to shrink bc what's the point of having a psychic bf if you can't carry him around on your person like a polly pocket

☆ he's very apprehensive about it, however one day he finally agrees to it because you have a shift at work and you really wanted him to join you but it would be weird if he just showed up to your place of work unannounced so he shrunk and you carried him around in your back pocket

☆ that is until you almost sat on him!! and when he dived out to avoid being crushed, he fell onto the sticky work floor covered in dust

☆ still hasn't fully recovered 😿

☆ omg if you are insecure about a physical feature of yours , instead of using his powers to change you, he will use his mind control on the entire world so that your insecurity is now the beauty standard (similar to what he did with his hair)

☆ he doesn't use mind control on you though bc it's rude

☆ in fact he tries to avoid using his powers on you all together bc it would only cause trouble (with the exception of telepathy bc he likes to speak to you.. unlike he does with most people)

☆ and he's very strict with that ethic of his

☆ which is nice and all, and really easy until he does something super embarrassing in front of you

☆ like you see him scream at a cockroach or smth

☆ and he is SO tempted to use memory alteration on you so you could just forget that ever happened

☆ but he just can't bring himself to do it

☆ OR when your birthday was before his so he got you a present but didn't do that much else, but when it was time for his birthday and you went all out, he so wanted to either go back in time and do better or just alter your memory so you think he went all out too

☆ oh and passive aggression doesn't work on him ofc

☆ if you are ever mad or upset at him for whatever reason, you can't be like 'hmph i'm not gonna tell you what you did wrong, you just have to know :<' bc he can.. y'know.. read your mind

☆ and he also knows exactly what to do to make you feel better and forgive him, every single time

☆ plus you can never stay mad at him for long anyway bc he's just too cute!!

☆ too shy to admit that he wants to spend more time with you so he will use his powers as some sort of excuse

as you're about to leave saiki's room, he lies, 'wait. don't go. i have had a precognition that something terrible is going to happen to you if you do.' 'really?' you raise an eyebrow. 'and what might that be?' he wasn't really ready for any follow up questions so he stutters and thinks of the scariest scenario he can 'toritsuka.' ... 'toritsuka is going to do what? jump me?' 'no. just toritsuka.'

☆ for your birthday or anniversary he does something you call the 'saiki special' where he duplicates himself to give you a full body massage

☆ it's what dreams are made of !!!

☆ but yeah it's a lot of effort so he saves it for special occasions

☆ he would so love to watch trashy reality tv shows with you

☆ but he so uses it against you

☆ like if you are ever studying and are like 'why am i working so hard when you are psychic and can literally set us up for the easy life 😫'

☆ he'll be like.. you know who else never worked hard a day in they're life.. the kardashians!! do you really want to end up like that??

☆ and when you say yes this is the face he makes 😐

☆ dw though bc as i said before he will be in your head during exams so he can help you a little

☆ his love language is actually spoonfeeding you food and desserts

☆ and yes he actually uses his hands opposed to his mind to control the spoon, just to show you that being a psychic doesn't mean he gets to cut corners!

[auras-moonstone]

how you get the girl — ethan landry

word count: 3,654

pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: because of ethan’s reputation as a man-whore, y/n doesn’t believe he wants a serious relationship with her. so, ethan and chad make a list so that he can get the girl.

warnings: fluff.

author’s note: i’ve been reading lots of hockey rom-coms, so i needed to write about it. i’m obsessed with ethan as a hockey player😫

ETHAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW BADLY HIS ACTIONS WOULD COME BACK IN THE FUTURE TO BITE HIM IN THE ASS. Being captain of the Blackmore hockey team and certified pretty boy, girls were practically—and quite literally sometimes—throwing themselves at him, and he would lie if he said he didn’t love the attention. It would be easier and shorter to name the girls he hadn’t hooked up with than naming the ones he had. That gained him the reputation of being a playboy, and he didn’t mind being called that, to be completely honest. Or at least, he didn’t until Y/N came into his life.

She was Tara’s best friend, and since said girl started dating Ethan’s best friend, Chad, the four of them began spending lots of time together. At first, the boy flirted with Y/N because hitting on attractive girls was like second nature to him, but then he got to know her better and the unexpected thing happened—Ethan was swept off his feet. But his reputation was his karma, and Y/N didn’t think he was being serious with her. She would laugh and brush it off because no matter how gorgeous Ethan was, playboys weren’t Y/N’s type, so she would decline every attempt of him to make her go out with him.

“Why not? Just one date” Ethan said on his fifth attempt of the day. They were on the Blackmore hockey rink, and instead of using his break to drink water and rest, Ethan went to talk to Y/N.

“Exactly. You want just one date, get me inside your bed and tomorrow you’ll move onto some other girl. I really like you” she said, and before he could smirk in victory she added. “But why ruin the friendship we have for sex? Besides, one night stands aren’t my cup of tea.”

“Then let’s make it an every day thing” Ethan said.

“Nice try, Eth. We know you don’t do repeats” she stated.

“I could!” he argued. “And besides, I’m not asking for sex—I mean, at the end of the date, if you want to, I’m not gonna reject the offer—, I’m done with hook ups, I want something more.”

Y/N laughed “Okay, try it, but not with me. I’m sorry, Eth”

The girl stood up and made her way towards the exit of the rink, leaving a disappointed Ethan behind. She would lie if she said she didn’t want to try things with him, but the truth also was that she didn’t trust him when it came to relationships and she didn’t want to get her heart broken by him.

Chad got off the ice to find his best friend sitting on the bleachers, gaze fixed on the stairs, looking like a sad kicked puppy. It’s not a sight seen often, Ethan was usually an over-energetic puppy, always happy and with a smile on his face.

“Hey, man. What’s wrong?”

“Y/N rejected me.” Ethan played with his hockey stick, not wanting to meet his best friend’s eyes.

“I’ve never seen you like this after a rejection” Chad frowned.

“Well, not to brag, but it doesn’t usually happen.” he said, making Chad chuckle. “But it’s different this time. Y/N is not someone I want for one night, or for something casual. I want everything with her.”

“Wow” Chad took a breath, shocked by the confession. “And she said no?”

“She says she doesn’t want to ruin our friendship” Ethan said.

Chad scoffed “Why would that happen?”

“She doesn’t trust me and thinks I’m not boyfriend material. I really am serious about her, Chad. I swear. I would never hurt her. I wish she could read my mind”

“Don’t you dare give up, then. Words aren’t enough, show her you really like her”

“How?”

Chad smirked. “Grab a pen and a napkin, we are going to make a list so you can get the girl.”

one: get her favourite coffee

ETHAN WOKE UP A BIT EARLIER THE FOLLOWING DAY TO GO TO Y/N’S FAVOURITE COFFEE SHOP AND GET HER ORDER. He convinced Tara to drag Y/N straight to class, not letting her get the coffee, and to text him once they were in the classroom. Once he got the text, Ethan entered the class, all eyes on him, and set the cup in front of Y/N with an adorable grin.

“Good morning. You look gorgeous as always” he kissed her cheek and simply left the room.

Y/N stared at the drink completely astonished, ignoring the glares coming from the female population and the smirk her best friend was giving her. There was something scribbled with black sharpie—it was simple, but it made her stomach combust. Have a great day, beautiful! Love, Ethan. And three hearts poorly made—which she thought was utterly adorable—next to his name.

“You got him in a leash” Tara laughed.

“Don’t be silly, we know what he wants” Y/N brushed it off.

“Come on, Ethan doesn���t do romantic stuff for anyone, not even to get laid.”

“It’s just one coffee, Tara. Let’s not be dramatic.”

But Tara knew, and Y/N too, that the little gesture was a lot when it came to Ethan Landry. Yet, a coffee cup wasn’t enough to gain the girl’s trust.

two: show her you’re interested in her interests

WHAT IS THE THING Y/N ENJOYED THE MOST? EASY: BOOKS. Ethan knew exactly which one he should start with. In fact, he had bought it the first time Y/N mentioned it. He didn’t know what it was about, but he was sure it was a rom-com that referenced other rom-com movies.

“Ethan!” Chad said in a loud voice, startling his friend. Ethan looked up to find his best friend, Tara and Y/N staring at him. The latter had her mouth wide open.

“What?” he asked absentmindedly. He had been so immersed in the book he hadn’t heard them arrive.

“We called your name countless times, man.” Chad laughed.

“Sorry” Ethan closed the book and looked at Y/N. “Um, I may have a man-crush on Wes Bennett.”

Y/N chuckled, sitting in front of him and ignoring the way her heart was beating rapidly. She wanted to take a picture of Ethan with the book and set it as her lock screen “Welcome to the club.”

“I can’t stand it anymore, I need them to kiss. I need Wes to get the girl” he groaned.

A grin took over her features “Which part are you at?”

“They are going to hang out at Michael’s house” Ethan replied, which made her smile wider. “What’s that smile for? Oh god, what is going to happen?”

“I’m not going to spoil it! Just want to say… buckle up”

“You can’t say that! I can’t continue reading until tomorrow, I have a test!” Ethan panicked.

“Look at you, invested in a rom-com” Chad bumped his shoulder.

“I just wanted to see if it lived up to Y/N’s hype” Ethan said, making her turn into a blushing mess. “It does.”

“You aren’t even finished” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Did you know there’s a sequel coming? And its playlist isn’t very optimistic”

“What?! You just ruined my day. I don’t want to read it anymore” he crossed his arms.

Wanting to mess with him, Tara grabbed the book. “So you wouldn’t mind if I-“ she stopped talking when the boy took the book from her hands.

“Yes, I would mind”

“Wait, are you annotating it?” Y/N said when she saw the colourful post-its.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. Anyways, I have to go to class, see you later at practice?”

“See you” Chad said. Before leaving, Ethan kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“What is going on with him?” Y/N asked.

“Showing you he’s serious about you. What are you waiting for, Y/N/N? I thought you liked him” Chad said.

“I do, a lot. But I’m not sure I’m really what he wants. What if he’s just interested because I’m the only girl who has rejected him? What if I finally say yes and then that interest is gone? How am I supposed to recover from that?”

“Y/N…”

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to call him mine, Chad. Trust me. But being just another girl on his list would kill me. I don’t want to lose him, okay? I don’t know if I’m willing to risk our friendship.”

three: woo her with your hockey skills.

WHEN PRACTICE WAS OVER AND CHAD AND ETHAN DIDN’T LEAVE THE RINK, Y/N WAS CONFUSED. The boys skated towards the bleachers Tara and her were sitting in and smirked at them. Chad grabbed a bag from a corner and gave it to them.

“Put the skates on, ladies”

Y/N wanted to laugh when Ethan grabbed her hands and guided her around the ice, but she thought it was so cute that she didn’t have the heart to tell him she knew how to skate perfectly well.

“Okay, I think you’re ready to do it on your own, but go slowly” Ethan said as he finished explaining her how to slide in the ice.

“Losers don’t do it slowly, Landry.” Y/N scoffed.

“You will hurt yourself, Y/N/N. Don’t be stubborn, it’s dangerous.” Ethan sighed.

Y/N smirked “Oh yeah?” she skated flawlessly towards a corner, and came back with a winning smile. She even did a little spin to show off.

“H-how?” he asked breathlessly, frozen in place with a look of shock.

“Took skating classes when I was little” she explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I was blabbering instructions like a fool”

Y/N shrugged “I couldn’t, you looked so excited”

“You’re evil” he shook his head as he let out the cutest laugh Y/N had ever heard. God, her infuriation was just getting worse with every little action he did. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to contain herself. She needed him to stop.

So her face turned serious “Ethan…”

Ethan fluttered his eyes close and then looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please don’t. I know what you’re going to say. Just hear me out. I know that my reputation is horrible, and I get why you don’t trust me. But I have never been more serious about something the way I am about you. I really wish I could erase every hook up, but I can’t and I don’t want my past to define my future. I know it’s hard to believe, but I haven’t been with anyone since I fell for you. I haven’t even thought about anyone else since I fell for you. I want to keep showing you how much I like you.”

Y/N was speechless. He had known Ethan long enough to know he was being serious and completely honest with his words. Maybe she had judged him too much, maybe he had truly changed. And now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen him with a girl in ages. Maybe diving into a relationship wasn’t the safest option, but it was worth the try.

four: get her flowers

DURING HER LUNCH BREAK, Y/N WAS SURPRISED BY THE HOCKEY PLAYER, who on one hand was holding red tulips and on the other one food. Like always, his presence brought attention and whispers, but none of them cared. Something had shifted between them since that afternoon at the rink, and they both could feel it.

“Thank you, Eth” she smiled gratefully. “You know, I had a feeling you would bring me lunch, so instead of bringing mine, I brought yours. I owe you flowers, though.”

“Thanks” he laughed. “Do you like them?”

“They are beautiful” she nodded, her cheeks the same colour as her flowers.

“When you get home, you should look for the meaning of red tulips” he winked.

For the rest of the day, Y/N had been in a haze. Every time Ethan crossed her mind, blush appeared on her cheeks and the corners of her mouth lifted up.

“My god, was I that annoying when Chad and I started talking?” Tara asked when they entered their dorm.

“Yes, you were, T.” Y/N chuckled, remembering her best friend’s love-sick smile every time Chad texted her. “You still are, by the way.”

“Anyways, I love seeing you like this. And I’m glad you’re willing to give Ethan a chance.”

“Me too. I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit scared that he’ll get bored of me, but I’m really determined to risk it.”

“He’s not going to get bored of you, Y/N/N. He doesn’t like you because he’s into the whole ‘Only girl who had ever rejected him’ thing. He’s into you because you don’t see him only as a hot hockey player, but you also see how sweet and caring he is. You’re not interested in using him to become popular, you see that he is much more than his popularity. And that is why he likes you.”

“Well, shit. Now I feel bad for rejecting him multiple times.” Y/N slumped to the couch.

Tara laughed “Don’t. It’s understandable why you were cautious with your feelings. He knows that he isn’t a saint. By the way, did you know that Chad and him made this list with things to do to win you over?”

“Really?” Y/N laughed. “That makes sense, he’s being really sweet this week. Well, more than usual, because he’s always super sweet.”

“I found it on their fridge, they are so silly. It’s called ‘Ethan and Chad’s infallible list on how to get the girl’. I took a picture”

Y/N took Tara’s phone and laughed at the list. There were a couple of items crossed out and with a tick, and the one that said ‘Woo her with your hockey skills’ had a little note to the side that said ‘Backfired. My girl is a skating genius, made me look like a fool’, which made her laugh. Then, on the ‘Give her flowers’ there was an explanation note that said ‘My pick: red tulips. Means declaration of love’.

“Fucking hell, he’s so… ugh! I really want to kiss him”

“Lucky for you, that’s item six” Tara said over her shoulder.

“The thought of them brainstorming and writing this down is adorable” Y/N laughed.

“It really is” Tara nodded. “You should wear Ethan’s jersey to the game tomorrow. You don’t know how many times he told us he has dreamt about it.”

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. Ethan had shown her how much he liked her, and she thought it was time to show him how much she liked him. “You know? That’s an excellent idea.”

[💖]

five: publicly state you’re only into her.

ETHAN KNEW THE BEST TIME TO EXECUTE ITEM FIVE WOULD BE THE NIGHT OF THE GAME. The ideal scenario would be to get that puck on the net and dedicate it to Y/N, and if he wasn’t that lucky, he would settle with blowing kisses and winks at her. Though when he went out on the ice rink and he caught sight of her, his mind went blank, his body stopped working for a couple of seconds and if it weren’t for Chad steadying him, he would’ve collapsed to the ice.

He quickly skated towards her seat, which was in the first row, right behind the glass. “Beautiful, you can’t just come here in my jersey without any warnings. You want me to have a heart attack?”

A sweet laugh bursted out of her “Sorry. Red tulips are your way of declaring your love, I thought wearing your jersey could be mine.”

Ethan’s breath hitched “Um, I’m about to jump up this glass so that I can kiss you.”

The girl shook her head and laughed “After the game, pretty boy. If you win, you might get an extra reward.”

And hell if those words didn’t encourage Ethan to play his best. The game was brutal, both teams were acing it and the match was about to end in a tie, until Ethan scored the winning goal a few seconds before time was over. The Blackmore bleachers erupted in screams of triumph, and the players united for a group hug.

Tara and Y/N instantly went looking for their boys. The last one scowled as she saw a puck bunny making sexy eyes at Ethan and she clung to his arm. The boy couldn’t have looked more uncomfortable, he pulled his arm away, only for the girl to find another way of touching him.

“You have been acting so hard to get lately. Don’t you think a winner deserves a kiss?” Y/N heard the girl say.

“You’re absolutely right. Now, back away so I can kiss the hell out of him.” Y/N said, throwing daggers at the girl, who looked at her in a mix of surprise and annoyance. “And can’t you get a hint? He’s uncomfortable.”

Ethan gaped at her. She had never looked so hot—standing there with his number on the back of the jersey that fitted her like a dress, knee-length boots that weirdly turned him on, and with a scowl on her face as she got all territorial on him.

“And who are you?” the puck bunny scanned her up and down with a frown.

“His girlfriend. Now, can you leave? I have to congratulate my man” she said harshly. As soon as she said that, Ethan was sure he was about to drop onto his knees and let her do whatever she wanted to him.

“Girlfriend?” Ethan smirked as the puck bunny left. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good” Y/N smirked back, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now, are you ready to cross out items five and six? You know, one bird two stones.”

“Hell yes”

Their lips moved hungrily, and the kiss was way too heated and inappropriate considering their surroundings. But they couldn’t stop it, their desire was diesel and they had been playing with fire for months.

“I promised you a reward if you won, right?” Y/N said against his lips.

“Isn’t this the reward? This is more than I could’ve asked for. You, finally being my girlfriend and kissing me while wearing my jersey.” his eyes were dark and lips swollen. His beauty was out of this world.

“You scored the winning goal, babe. You deserve a special reward” she licked her lips. “Let’s go to your car.”

He nodded eagerly, and as they reached the car, he dared to ask “What do you have in mind?”

She opened the back door. “One kiss isn’t enough. How much time do you have until you have to go to the bar with the guys?”

“What guys? What bar? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he acted clueless and she let out a giggle. “In fifteen, but they’ll survive if I arrive a bit late. I want to be with my girl for a while.”

“Okay, then get in the car so we can make out.” Y/N bursted out laughing as Ethan carelessly threw himself on the backseat of his car. “You need to learn about the art of subtlety, Eth.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from the girl who attacked me in the middle of the arena.” he said grabbing her waist to guide her to his lap.

“Attack you? That’s not what I did” she scoffed.

“Yes you did. You attacked me with a kiss and then you led me to my car to corrupt me” Ethan said in a fake innocent tone.

“Corrupting the former man-whore?” Y/N arched an eyebrow.

Ethan’s eyes darkened “You’re right. Maybe I am the one corrupting you. I mean, you couldn’t even wait for us to get home to attack me again?”

“You’re insufferable. You’re so lucky you’re hot.”

“I am hot?”

Y/N nodded, looking at him. His muscled arms were spread on the top of the seats, grin plastered on his face and cheeks still rosy from the cold temperature of the arena.

“The hottest. And the best thing? That you’re mine.”

“Just yours, love.” he smiled sweetly, resting his forehead on hers.

“That list of yours is pretty… infallible, right?” Y/N joked.

“I can’t believe you know about the list” Ethan hid his face on her neck.

“You sticked it on the fridge and Tara took a picture” Y/N replied.

“Fucking Chad” Ethan groaned. “So, what do you think?”

“Well, it worked, right? You got the girl.”

“Yes, I did” he smiled hugging her tightly. “Should I do one on how to keep the girl?”

Y/N laughed “I don’t think you need that. Rumour has it, she’s totally in love with you.”

“Oh yeah? Lucky me, because I’m totally in love with her too.”

[blablasfemma]

So… @whimsicalwadewinstonwilson came up with this insanely fun idea of steddie dressed up as Morticia and Gomez for Halloween with Max as Wednesday and Dustin as Pugsley. In case it’s hard to recognise the rest, there is Nancy as Fester, Robin as Grandmama and Jonathan as Lurch here. This was so much fun to draw, I was truly blessed with this idea. I’m so obsessed with Morticia Eddie now, it’s unhealthy. And I feel like I’m not done with this yet.

Also, I think they bought Max’s doll from Erica to decapitate it, because it was cheaper then buying a new and nice one. Erica didn’t need it anyway, but they didn’t need to know that, because free movie renting for a month doesn’t come along every day (assuming Steve and Robin still have their jobs).

Also, I think Eddie made Thing out of papier mache (with Steve trying to help by distracting him from the task) because who else could make this? He’s gonna put it proudly on the shelf in the living room after the event, or keep it on the bedside table as a ring holder. He helped the girls with sewing costumes, too, because he can sew pretty well in my headcanon. They applied makeup together and swapped nail polish.

Also, girls couldn’t decide who should be dressing as Morticia, so Eddie heroically spared them from the impossible choice (Steve’s idea, but he put it as a joke initially, secretly feeling a little hot about it). Everyone agreed it’d be fun.

And also, I NEED a fic about this Halloween 😫 it’d be EPIC. Argyle as Cousin Itt?

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can I request Simon's gf / wife asking him to do it with his military gear on. Like she one day she just blurts out with a dirty smile: "Do you think Ghost ever gets jealous that Simon gets to have all the fun? Maybe we should let him join in." I love Simon, but Ghost is something else entirely.

sɪᴍᴏɴ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! reader

HELLO????? This absolutely didn’t help my delusions and now I won’t stop thinking about it😫😫 THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! I LOVE U💘💘💘💘💘

Trigger Warning: rough sex (MINORS DNI!) , mean Simon Ghost, edging, oral (m! receiving)

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. It was just you and Simon in your shared apartment. You were sitting on his lap, only wearing one of his shirts that were way too big on you. Him, on the other hand, was wearing a tight black shirt and joggers. His one hand was around your waist while the other one was writing on his computer since he still had some paperwork he had to send price.

You were getting a bit bored so came up with an idea… You blocked Simon‘s vision by centering yourself on top of him. Confused, Simon looked up to you.

"Simon… I‘ve got a question" you tell him, gaining his whole attention. The other hand that was working on his paperwork left the keyboard and also resting on your waist. His hands were so big that everything looked small in the palm of his hands.

"Go on, love" he rests back on the chair, only looking at you. It was crazy how you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Do you think that…. Ghost gets jealous that you always get to have all the fun? Should we let him join?" your flash him a dirty smile and your innocent eyes were making it hard for him to stay calm. But nevertheless he still failed. When you’re looking at him like that, how is he supposed to not be nervous?

"I don’t know… Maybe we should ask him. Do you want to leave a message for him?" he asked you as he slowly got up and placed you on top of his desk. You pull up your shirt slightly and you could see that Simon was trying very hard to not take you now. As you bite your lip, you reply "Yes. Tell him to not be kind…" At your reply, simon raised a brow, clearly not expecting this response from you.

He left the room for solid 10 minutes and when he came back, it wasn’t Simon standing in the room. No, it was Ghost. And you felt yourself getting too excited.

He was in his military gear and the skull mask was sitting on his face so perfectly. You felt yourself getting wet at the sight in front of you and the imaginations that didn’t stop running through your mind.

He made his way to you and without a warning separated your legs, exposing the head between your legs. He let both of his hands rest on top of each leg and was slowly bending down to the same level as you are. And you would be lying if you didn’t find it hot. Even your heart was racing.

"You asked for me?" he asked you. You quickly nod and lets out a deep chuckle. His hands remove the shirt you have on and now your left with nothing. You already planned on getting fucked by him today and this was your tease. His surprise…

"No bra and no panties. Someone came prepared huh? Such a dirty little slut.." his voice was so deep and the need for him to have no mercy on you was growing with each second you spend in this room.

His left hand took a good amount of hair, leaving you no control over your own body. And he slowly pushed you down on your knees. "Simon…" you desperately whispered and he shushed you with his free hand. "Simon is not here, love. Ghost is"

His pinky was playing around with your lips and as soon as his fingers left your lips, your hands made their way to gain access to his covered dick.

As soon as hick already harden dick spring free, you looked up at him. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling because his face was covered. "I‘m gonna ruin that pretty face of yours" he told you and you did nothing but not at him. "good girl"

As you slowly took a bit of huge cock in your mouth, you were wondering how the hell everything was gonna fit in your small mouth. You felt every single vein and inch of him. As you were slowly getting used to half of him, he started moving your head deeper and each time he would speed up. He was indeed ruining your pretty face. Your glassy eyes were looking at him and he looked straight, leaving moans slip out of his mouth. He was technically fucking your face. It was getting so fast that you had to hold on his belt. "Taking all of me.. good fucking girl."

"I‘m gonna cum" he spoke down to you but he didn’t let go of you. And you don’t want him to. "I‘m gonna cum in your mouth, yeah?" you hum in response and gained a deep groan from Simon Ghost.

As he let came in your mouth, he let go of your hair and patted your head. "Good girl. Good fucking girl" he said as he held your chin, helping you up.

"Ghost." you whisper but he doesn’t pay attention to you calling for him. He turns you around and slowly bends you over his office desk.

He wrapped his hands around your head and with his other hands he held both of your hands behind your back. Without any warning he slid into you, causing you to let out a moan.

He slowly started moving deep inside you and the pain soon disappeared. "Fuck. You’re so tight." he groans as he started moving faster. He was fucking you with full speed, not giving you time to get used to his length. "C‘mon, c‘mon. Tell me, who makes you feel so good? Who fucks this tight pussy better than I do" he pulls your head up with your hair and lets go of your hands. Both of his hands hold your boobs and he gives them a squeeze while he kisses your neck through his mask. "Answer me." he demands while he speeds up his motion. The only sound you can hear is the noise of your bodies colliding. As he thrusts deep inside you, you let out a loud moan and your hands hold the side of the desk for support.

"So needy.. couldn’t wait for my cock any longer. Next time you’re gonna beg for it." he promises and instead of answering, you leave your mouth open and close your eyes.

"Ghost" you moan his name, feeling yourself get so close. His groans in your ear makes it harder for you to focus and the need to release gets harder for you to keep inside of you.

"What is it? C‘mon use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want." the thrusts feel so good, you don’t want him to stop. You need to him to destroy you. As he squeezes your tits, you let out a shaky breath. "Please. I‘m so close" you tell him. His one hand leaves your tit and spanks your ass. "You’re not gonna cum until I allow you to." he replies as he continues to thrust deep into you and spank your ass. And you could feel his finger print form. The cold metal from his uniform was touching your naked back, causing goosebumps all over your body.

"Ghost!" you scream his name and before you could even release, he slipped out of you. You let out a groan and let yourself rest on his desk.

"You wanna cum? You need to earn it." he tells you and slaps your ass. "How?" you desperately ask him and you could feel a devilish smirk form from under his mask. He turns you around and picks you up. You wrap your legs around his covered waist and he cages you between him and the wall.

"I‘m gonna ruin you." he promises and you hold onto the back of his uniform tightly as he pushes his length inside of you. His thrusts deep and fast, causing your whole body to move against him.

"Look down and look how good I fuck you" he demands and you do as he tells you. His cock disappearing in your wet pussy but you couldn’t look for too long. You closed your eyes again because you were confronted with the feeling to finally just cum all over his cock.

"Open your eyes" he tells you and you do. "Look how good you take me. This pussy was made for me."

"You can cum now" and you do, creating a mess on his cock. Your legs shaky, you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Took me so well. But you’re still too tight around me" you laugh and hug him tightly. He slides out of you, confronting you with the feeling of loneliness, and holds you tightly to him. "Next time, I won’t be this gentle with you"

The rest of the night went on and soon ghost disappeared into the closet and lets Simon come out. Simon was more gentle. He kissed you and hugged you the whole night.

You loved Simon. But if you needed wild sex, you have to ask Ghost. Because you know he won’t be gentle with you. And sometimes you don’t want him to be gentle. But of course afterwards you need your Simon back.

[shomixremix]

Hello! If it's okay, can I make a silly request? (I think they are open? I apologize if they aren't) may I request something fluffy with the immortal characters (which ever you write for) where their s/o is mortal but they've been together so long that their s/o is an old wrinkly person and the s/o gets mistaken for their grandparent? I just want some cute fluff, but everyone writes smut 😫

Eternal love ♡︎

hi anon!! yep, reqs are open!! i'm so sorry for not being here for some time, exam week was hell but i'm back now lovelies!!

idk rlly which immortal characters you meant but i hope it's okay that i chose these two!! and also i know that this is like fluff and all but for some reason this is so sad to me!! like yeah the reader is old and they are immortal but the reader is GONNA DIE AND OH MY GOD THEY'LL BE ALONEEEEEE AND GRIEVEINGGGG i don't deal well with thinking about death so this was a little challenging to write. but fun!! and hehe don't worry anon even though i write smut more i'm always here for fluff!!

hope you lovelies enjoy <3

tags: zhongli, neuvillette, fluff, slight angst, female!senior!reader

-> being in love with an immortal being had its' many perks, and yet, it had it's flaws. you only began to realize those flaws existed once you celebrated your 50th anniversary with your husband.

reqs open ♡︎

-> zhongli

"there you go, love. would you like to rest now? it is way past your usual nap time... you're sure you'd like to stay here?"

your husband asked, handsome face washed in worry for you. his appearance, ever so youthful and mighty, completely contrasted with your wrinkles and gray hair. but morax didn't mind the slightest - he still thought you were beautiful.

even though you were now hunched over, thick glasses sitting snuggly on the bridge of your nose and spent most od your times either asleep or knitting, he had loved you just the same as all those years ago. he looked at you now, at seventy, in that same way he did when you were his sweet, twenty-year-old fiancé. you were still you, no matter how old, and you were still the most heavenly person he has ever met.

"i'm sure, dear," you reassure, nodding softly, "i would like another cup of tea, please"

he hurriedly called the waiter of the lovely liyue café you were sitting at to bring you a cup more.

"could we get one more cup of this tea for my date?"

the waiter, seemingly very polite and kind, nodded.

"certainly, sir. and i have to comment, i think it's very lovely you're taking your grandma out for brunch! i don't get many people who respect their elders"

zhongli's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. respect his elders? when he was the one a aproximately a millenia older than you?

your husband looked to you, then back, clearing his throat. his voice slightly offended, he spoke: "this is my wife. we're celebrating our anniversary"

the way the waiter's face fell made you softly giggle, giving him a look full of empathy. you knew you appeared much older than zhongli and that people weren't used to it, with you looking like some kind of sugar mommy he married for the inheritance. people had no idea he was actually the older one, and how would they even be able to tell with the way his face hasn't aged a day?

"oh, ma'am, i'm so sorry, i cincerely apologise-"

"it's alright, sweetheart, i can see why you'd think i'm his granny!" you laughingly reassure. the waiter quickly runs to get you your tea, and zhongli turns to you.

"pft, you're not even that old, love. seventy-three is nothing." he scoffs, kissing your saggy cheek, "and no matter how old you are, i don't appreciate you calling another man sweetheart"

-> neuvillette

"are you alright? would you like to sit down, mon amour?" he asks, moving his feet inch by inch as he walked alongside you. even though this pace was almost torterous for him, he'd never dare go any faster. he'd walk alongside you, always, no matter if it meant he had to move at a snail's pace.

"i'm quite alright, my dear. but, could we have a break, just for a moment?"

his ocean-blue eyes frantically searched for a spot to rest, scanning a nearby bench. he set you down on it, wrapping a careful arm around your shoulder and let you rest.

you were so adorable, even now, with saggy skin and an obsession with cardigans. his beautiful, incredible wife, so gorgeous and full of life even though you were in your seventies.

those eyes of yours looked at him with just as much love and just as much wanting as they did a whole lifetime ago. when you first got married, he always had that thought in the back of his mind of a youth potion, always thinking that ot would feel weird if you would change with age and he would not.

but he was wrong. chief justice neuviellette was so, so wrong.

it wasn't weird at all - it was beautiful. your face and body, even though old and wrinkly, perfectly showed everything you two went through; your big smile lines, from a lifetime of chuckling with him, eyes so full of care from the few young ones you raised, hands veiny and rough from a lifetime of caressing his scales.

"would you like to feed the birds, mon cherie? remember, we brought the bread crumbs?"

you nodd softly, softly laying your gray head on your husbands chest.

"oh, yes, the birds! i almost forgot!"

as he gives you a little baggy filled with some leftover baguette breadcrumbs from your breakfast that morning, a couple of melusines swarmed around the two of you.

"mr. neuvillette! mr. neuvillette! we have never seen your grandma before!! hello, mrs. neuvillette's grandma, very nice to meet you!"

your husband softly chuckled, intertwining your fingers. he pressed a loving kiss to your hand, returning his gaze to the scattered melousines: "this is my wife, and i can asure you, you've met her many times before"

"oh, really? we can't remember.." one of the melousines replied, scratching her head.

"that's alright, neither does she" he whispers playfully, earning him a soft smack from you, "hey, i can still hear you, you know!"

[iambilliejeanok]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! “sleeping with” WITH BUDDHA IM BEGGING YOU I WANT TO CUDDLE WITH HIM AND DO THE NASTY AND CUDDLE MORE 😫😫😫😫😫

Warnings: 18+, overstimulation, dacryphillia, smut, nsfw and saw headcanons, (The Buddha mentioned is a character from the anime Record of Ragnarok and doesn’t depict the true nature of the real god Buddha. It’s fiction), fluff.

SFW

Maybe its because of his overwhelming love for humans and the fact that he was one too, Buddha needs all the cuddles all time. He loves love and genuinely enjoys the feeling of something in his arms, whether it be a human, an animal, or maybe even a stuffed animal. Yes, Buddha has a stuffy collection for his alone times indeed. That being said, if whatever he’s cuddling could wrap themselves around him and cuddle him back? He melts right then and there. It might even be better than eating candy under the pleasant shade of a tree in the Valhalla.

Buddha will most certainly not see sleep without being able to rest in your arms. He’s as clingy as a koala with how often he needs to feel you around him and most likely cuddles you all day. There’s never been a day hot enough to dampen his desire to be on you. “No baby, don’t you think its too hot?”, you try to reason, hoping he would be understanding enough to let this go just one time. “Why worry, the AC is running so you’ll need me anyway you dig?”, he says, gently taking your hand in his and pulling you into his chest, “Come now, let me pick you up angel”. And picking you up is something he does often, you see being a god, nothing is impossible and lifting you up to carry you from any position isn’t any problem at all. You don’t even need to jump. Sometimes, he will gently scoop you up with a single arm, desperately needing for you to constantly hug and kiss his face while you sit on his arm and lean against him, snuggling him while he prepares some snack bowels for the two of you.

He’s a big fan of sharing his candy with you, opening every single wrapper and feeding you whichever piece you desire. His hand is almost as big as your face, leaving you with no choice but to submit to his soft lips melting against yours with his hand firmly holding your face in place as his tongue slips into your mouth. You’re always eager to have some of whatever candy he’s eating, and he always going to share it with you, especially during a kiss like this.

Randomly squeezes you throughout the night when he changes positions. Buddha doesn’t actually need to sleep, but he loves the idea of falling asleep with you, so he makes himself sleepy whenever he sees you’re sleepy too. And in public the PDA doesn’t change much. He’s god so what’s anyone gonna do? Sits you on his lap everywhere the two of you go, unless you demand to sit on another surface, he will let you have your way with a cute pout on his face, that obviously goes away with a few soft kisses against his lips, but only he will decide how many kisses will do the trick. You just keep kissing him.

He’s so wholesome, how can you resist all that love.

NSFW

Buddha also doesn’t experience any sexual desire, but he knows a mere human like you battles with that, sensing even the slightest arousal you experience, which to his amusement, is always within his vicinity. You’re actually always horny, since he’s always in your personal space, so smooth without even realizing it. However, he does understand that what he does to that empty little noggin of yours, always filled with thoughts of him defiling you in ways even he finds entertaining. Eventually, he does approach the topic, hearing your thoughts from all the way in the kitchen while you thought about him in the shower, grabbing your breasts and tweaking your nipples as you freely moaned, confident that the running water in the shower drowned out your sweet sounds. “Woah,babe, you really want me to do that to you?” , he loudly chuckles, caging you against wall of the shower. Maybe you did have a heart attack at the sudden presence of your lover butt naked in the shower next to you, a heart attack he quickly reversed. He’s so close you could feel his skin pressing against yours, your pussy so hot and wet and Buddha knows its not from the water, swallowing the spit building in his mouth at the thought of your arousal on his tongue. “Bud-Buddha, wai—“, you whimper, knowing how overwhelming he can be at times.

Excited to fulfill another one of your requests, he’s already on his knees in between your legs, your thighs resting on his broad shoulders while your back is leaning against the smooth stone wall for support. “Buddha please!”, you whimper, overwhelmed with the anticipation of what he’s about to do to you. You’ve never gone a session without crying from the intense amount of pleasure he gives you and boy does he love comforting you through it all. It’s just so addictive how needy and dependent you are under his touches. He has so much fun playing with your body, his tongue plunging into your aching vagina, smiling at the sharp gasp you made, not expecting him to go that route so soon. Both his large hands on your hips, you know there’s never any point in fighting him as he starts sucking your swollen clit, flattening his tongue to lick your entire vulva before repeating his actions, your hand caressing your breasts while you bite your lower lip, submitting yourself to whatever happens.

He might be a little obsessed with you because he fucks you purely for your enjoyment, not that he’s not enjoying himself too, its just that he knows you need him like this and he revels in spoiling his sweet little angel rotten. Slowly plunging his thick, long member deep inside of you, his focus is only on your face, admiring the cute faces you make struggling to handle such a stretch, your hands gripping his biceps for dear life as he goes impossibly deeper, randomly pressing kisses on your lips while your mouth is open to accommodate your breathing, more kisses decorating your face as he thrusts his hips slowly. He’s just completely mesmerized with how stunning you are, his patience never running thin to make sure you’re thoroughly overwhelmed, slipping out of your pussy only to try and shove himself into your asshole. “Uh uh uh, its okay pretty, you’ve got this”, he says, trying to encourage you to take him, knowing damn well he’s making a complete mess of you. You’re literally whimpering, choking on a scream with every thrust into your tight asshole, his godly cock massaging every inch of your walls, his thumb reaching down to start massaging your clit, a small smirk on Buddhas face when he feels your making a mess, the shivering of your thighs growing more violent as he keeps the same pace, his thumb still massaging your clit, “Buddha!!! no no I can’t”, you say out of breath, only hoping he understands you, but you know he’s not ending this here. “Shh shh angel, you can take it, gimmy kissy, c’mere”, he softly says, he’s warm breath on your face, finally pulling his dick out of your rectum to realign it with your squirting vagina. Crying out loudly, you could feel him rub himself along your clit, knowing what this meant. You begin kicking your legs, attempting to crawl away from him before he simply holds you down your thighs, pulling you closer to him again, pushing himself into you again, moving slowly since he was too big move too fast. “Fuck!”, he growls above your cries. “Fuck! No sweetheart its okay, keep coming for me, you’re such a sweet little angel you know”, he coos at you, his only goal to fulfill your fantasy…a fantasy you obviously can’t handle.

[chaotic-mystery]

i cannot stop thinking about dbf!joel x humiliation kink and him wanting everyone to see what a whore you are for him 😫 screaming without the s

(A/N: This one really got away from me, I couldn't stop writing so I hope I did this justice!)

“Joel, please I didn’t know there would be so many guys here, honest. I thought it was just you and Tommy and maybe a few more.” You begged as he was storming off to his work truck, your arm in his hand and the lunch you made him in the other. It was true, you didn’t think there’d be that many guys there working. It was another location your dad had going but he never worked at this one, so you figured you’d bring Joel some lunch; in the tightest shirt you could find in your closet. Your breasts stretched the fabric so you could see your nipples ever so slightly. “Joel stop it, this is ridiculous!” You yelled as you sat on the tailgate of the truck. “No, you listen to me and listen to me good, little girl” he started. “What’s ridiculous is you showin' up here, in that shirt, lookin’ like some kinda whore.” he spat towards you, the anger lacing his tone as he pushed between your dangling legs to stand close to you. 

You’d never seen Joel this angry before. Sure, he hated the way you showed your thongs every time you wore them, the short skirts that were mere inches away from showing your ass, but this was enough for him. “Do you have to dress like I don’t give you enough attention, baby doll? Why do you fuckin do this to me. Now I’m gonna have to work with those assholes the rest of the day, knowin’ damn well all they’re thinkin about is your tits bein on display for the fuckin world! Do you like gettin’ me this mad so I’ll fuck you stupid?” he sternly says as he never looks away from your eyes, and cocks his head at his question. 

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest seeing how worked up he was. All the excitement flooded to the apex of your thighs. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t think-” He cut you off and grabbed your throat, pulling you close “That’s the fucking problem, sweetheart. You didn’t think. I know you’re a smart girl, so why do you act so fucking dumb sometimes?” Joel placed a small kiss along your jaw, tightening his grip on you. His free hand slid down your loose shorts, running his finger along the middle of your wet panties. “You’re such a nasty girl for me, sweetheart. What part got you wet? Hm? Was it when I called you a whore, baby doll? Was it when I called you fucking stupid for wearing that?” Between each sentence he kissed your neck, sucking the skin roughly until it formed a dark red spot. 

“Should I show all these people how much of a whore you are jus’ for me?” Joel let go of your throat and pushed your panties to the side, instantly plunging a finger inside your soaking wet entrance. You sucked in sharply and looked up at the man standing between your legs with a smirk on his face. “Stay quiet baby doll, you don’t want any of them hearing you getting your pretty pussy played with, do you? Well, you probably do considering your outfit.” You couldn’t even form a sentence. He had you right where he wanted you, caught off guard at the fact he was willing to do this in public and strung out on lust. “Take your shorts off, now.” he mumbled against your hair as he pressed his lips against your head. You didn’t think he’d be this ballsy to fuck you in public, but the way his truck was backed into a corner against some bushes, he knew no one could see what he was about to do. 

He pushed you face down across the tailgate and undid his pants as he held your panties to the side, slipping his hard cock out from behind the jean fabric. “Look at your pussy just drippin’ down your thighs sweet girl. You love gettin me so pissed off I gotta fuck you on my lunchbreak don’t you, fuckin slut.” He ran the head of his cock between your slippery folds, giving your clit a few taps before he shoved himself inside you. He wasted no more time with you, his hips ramming into your ass as his hand pinned your arm against your back. You’re silently thanking the other men working there for turning their music back on, otherwise they’d hear the faint sounds of your skin clapping together along with your moans. 

“J-Joel please, m’gonna cum. Just like that baby, jus like that” you whimpered into the palm of your hand and he roughly grabbed your hair, bending your body so you were against his chest. “If you cum I will not fuck you again for a week, do you hear me? This isn’t for you baby doll. This is for me.” He let go of you, giving you a hard slap on your ass. His attempt to intimidate you didn’t work, it only made you get wetter if that was even possible. Your legs shook and you clenched around his hard cock, trying your best not to cum. The tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as he rammed into you harder and his grunts got louder as he pulled out, cumming all over your ass. You could still feel your clit throbbing, your body wanting to come undone so badly. His panting came to a stop as collected himself, milking every last drop from his cock. he shoved himself back inside his jeans before he pulled out his rag from his back pocket to wipe you off. Joel was gentle now, carefully cleaning you up and putting your panties back into place and your shorts back on you. 

You sat up and leaned against the tailgate, a hot tear falling down your cheek that had some dirt on it. He reached up, brushing his thumb over the dirt spot softly as he said, “Stop your cryin’ darlin’. I’ll be over tonight to take care of ya.” Your head dropped and you looked at your dirt covered shirt, nipples covered now by whatever was on his truck. “Look at me, baby” he muttered and tilted your head up to look at him. “What” you asked quietly, not wanting to leave him now. “Don’t pout now, you needed me to show them how much of a whore you are for me, baby doll. Now go.” He kissed you goodbye and gave you a firm pat on the ass as you walked away. He wiped his hands off with his rag as he yelled at you, “Miss you already sweet pea!” Your eyes have never rolled faster until that moment. Fuck you, Joel Miller, you thought to yourself. 

When you brought him lunch the next day, he sat in a chair with his hands folded behind his head as he watched you walk up to him wearing one of his shirts that was not tight or short in the slightest. The marks he left on your neck were on full display for every guy there to see. He grinned at feeling like he won this time, but you weren’t done with this. You pretended to drop your phone and bent over to pick it up, exposing the skin tight shorts that your ass was spilling out of the bottom. A few whistles came from around the site, and he sighed deeply, his face in his hands. Now it was your turn to have a shitty grin on your face. 

[lightlycareless]

Can we have more smut headcanons for Naoya 😫🙏🏻🙏🏻??

Hi!! Took me a while to get back to this mainly because I was doing other things, but outside of that, I was like what else can I write about Naoya and smut??? But here it is :>

nsfw under the cut minors DNI

Not gonna lie, I really think Naoya would be super into using your body essentially to blow off some steam. De-stress, you know? Starting by cockwarming 😊

It had been a long day for Naoya, filled with nothing but incompetent people that constantly need to be reminded of their jobs, which led him to step up and do their job. Incredulous, really.

So,  you could only imagine how exhausted he’d be when getting back home, desiring to do just that the moment he stepped out the estate; and now that he’s back, all he could think of is lie down next to you and quench his new craving: cock nestled deep inside you, hugged by the warm, tight sensation of your walls that officially tell him he’s home.

It’s safe to say that Naoya is always highly needy of you, more so since the only way he was able to contact you was via text, or phone calls—which were very limited this time around—so, yeah. His homesickness was through the roof.

And because you’ve also missed your husband so, so much, you’re more than happy to receive him as he deserves, dismissing his staff so it’d be only the two, a warm meal already prepared, a bath, and of course, you.

The good thing about Naoya’s insatiable nature, and yours, is that neither had to pester the other for sex. The two were always in the mood, so it was only natural that you’d expect sex to happen as soon as he came back home, especially after being away from each other for so, so long.

But he surprises you by going another route, by first taking you to the bed, where you’d lay down with him, Naoya spooning you from behind, before gently resting his hands over your breasts and giving the top of your head with a soft kiss.

Even when doing a different routine, you were elated to have Naoya back into your arms, thus, you lean into his touch, resting your own hands over his as you sigh.

“Naoya…” you murmur as he gently squeezes your breasts. You find his neediness to be incredibly adorable.

“I missed you” he whispers, nibbling at your ear.

“I missed you too, baby.” You turn your face around, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but you could only peck his cheek. “I was so lonely without you.”

“I know.” Naoya says, his fingers rubbing your nipples, you let out a quiet whine. “If I could, I would never leave.”

His hands then slide off your chest, down to your waist and to your panties, where he’d toy with the edge before moving to your slit, earnestly teasing your clit, which made your eagerness rise, walls twitching as you push your hips back into him and his cock, rutting against it and slowly making it come up to life.

You couldn’t wait anymore, no matter how nimble your fingers were, they could never replace your husband, certainly not on these long, lonely nights without him—you needed him, and you needed him now.

So without time to waste, your hand reaches for his cock, stroking and lining it up against you, as if to urge him to push forward.

Naoya had other plans, however, quick to catch your hand when noticing your intentions and just before his orgasm could begin to form; you retaliate by whining, thinking he’s back to teasing you, as he always does.

But when he begins to push your panties asides, settling his cock just besides your slit, letting you feel it’s warmth, your erroneous thoughts are quickly thrown out the window, more so when he finally pushes past your tight rim, moving deeper and deeper until completely nestled next to your cervix.

The way he sighs when shrouded with the warmth of your cunt always made your heart flutter and instinctively clench around him, which just made him groan louder. It would only be a matter of seconds before his hips or yours would begin to move, but your neediness proved to be much greater, pushing you to take the lead this time.

Only to be foiled yet again when Naoya’s hands grab your hips, using his force to keep you still and simply take his twitching cock as it was, much to your chagrin.

“Naoya…” you whine, trying your best to fight his hold, but yet again, you’d never compare to your husband. “Naoya… I—I want to move…”

“No, baby.” He breathes against your ear, forcing you deeper into his cock. “Stay—stay like that.”

You frown, confused, needy—hot.

“But Nao—”

“I want to hold you just—just like this.” He cooed, pulling you impossibly closer to him once more. “I just want to stay like this with you—forever.”

You didn’t understand it at first, the reason why he’d do all of this without going all the way—but when he utters those words with such softness, touching you in an equally gentle way, effectively showing just how much he truly missed you…

Your heart skips a beat, appreciating this completely new side, one you thought incapable to hide, believing to know him better than anyone at this point, but happy to be proven wrong, to be reminded there are still many, many things you have yet to discover about Naoya—making your love grow even bigger for him.

“I love you.” You say intertwining his fingers with yours as you raise his hands up to your breasts, which he immediately began to knead, making you sigh and melt into his touch as his stresses slowly began to disappear.

“I love you too.” He professes bluntly, without beating around the bush or teasing you for it. Naoya’s words are meant wholeheartedly, making this already perfect moment more perfect.

The two spend the rest of the night close to one another, with him nestled deep inside you, to the point where morning comes and he’s still there.

The feel and thought of having spent all night with him like this washes your body over with a sense of… lasciviousness you never thought possible to experience, but there’s one thing you’re sure of: you want to explore this new sensation in more situations.

So in a way, both are into that 😊 there’s just something so lewd about it—and Naoya and Y/N are all about lewdness.

Thank you so much for sending in an ask!! Take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️❤️❤️

[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS! THANKS EVERYONE! 🥰✨

Me too man. But my mental and physical health is kind'a tanking atm. I just don't have the energy to pick up a passion project of that scale right now..

If you're patient and stick around though, we're bound to see more of my FNAF security breach AU someday.. Once I can get on top of all this crap I'm dealing with-

I AM restingggg 😫 I haven't left my home for any significant amount of time for like 3 weeks- I cant rest any harder! XD

@beryl-shade

Google seems to suggest that an oreo cookie character already exists. "Prime Oreo Cookie" I believe..? :0

@solst1ce-sketches (In response to this post(?))

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like him!! :}}

:}

(First repair guy) (Second repair guy)

They are different repair guys, and they both do not have a name.. 😔

@lobitowhiteeliaz

Not quite sure what you're asking.. so I'll just answer in multiple ways!

My favorite movies of all time are Pixars cars 1 and 3. I cannot watch either without crying 😭 they are my absolute favorites and I hold them very close to my soul 💖

Still to this day, even after all this time, Gravity Falls is my top favorite show. Despite all the cringe I made for it back in the day- it still holds up as my most beloved show I've ever drawn about.

As for fandom, like the people? I thiiiink the FNAF fandom was my favorite to interact with..? I remember a lot of interaction with the fans in general, which meant a lot to me :)

Bibi and Cici are just odd little critters XD though Bibi is very cat-like in nature and Cici is based on a mouse :0

I'm not sure how they feel about being dolls. I'd assume they don't really mind it! XD

Not sure what you mean but I assume you're right XDD

@something3706

Thank you! Though I don't take requests, sorry!

She is indeed a kid, but that's becuase all I had to go off of was her info picture and fanart I saw of her. For some reason a lot of art I saw of Sally depicted her as this total gremlin character that's always getting into trouble.

So I thought hey! Why not make it so she fell to "Earth" as a little tot and was raised by Poppy? In present day she could be like 13-15 and her chaotic energy would make sense and be fun to mess with!

Though after watching GTlive do a vid on the Halloween update, I realize that I wrote her personality completely wrong. Sooo I miiight need to rework her entire story and character- whoops! <XDD

Considering Sally is gonna need some restructuring, I'm not sure where Poppy stands atm-- <:DD

@fawncr33k

I saw your comment on a post that shows you now know the answer to this- but just to clarify it for everyone else!-

Octo and Seafoam are not gay, nor a couple. Seafoam's heart belongs to Blue Beauty! Him and Octo are just friends/brothers.

Also thank you! :DD I'm honored!

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA Thank you!! :DD I've very glad you like them! :D And I'm not sure how a meeting with the pirates and cowboys would go.. its funny though becuase a lot of Canned Tuna's design was copied from Canned Beans cookie. Even the name! So if they ever met maybe they'd have a stand off XDD

I haven't thought much about how the Captain would react.. maybe the Vegimals are something he just cant wrap his head around and chooses not to talk about it XDD

BUT CALICO JACK!! SEEING VEGIMALS BEFORE?? WHY HAVEN'T I THOUGHT OF THAT!! The Vegimals could be these huge fish creatures when they grow old! And Jack could have SEEN ONE/HEARD OF THEM BEFORE!! Why didn't I think of that?? XDD I'll have to draw something like that sometime!!

@yourstrulylightstar283

Thank you so much!! :D My favorite Donkey Kong game has to be the only one I've ever played, the original Donkey Kong Country!

I also loved Diddy Kong racing, though I see that it doesn't count <XD

@astaherussy

I've heard of Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva boss. I saw the Hazbin pilot ages ago and have seen some episodes of Helluva.. Though they're not really my taste.. <:/

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

:D Thank you! Now I didn't really do any proper research after the fact so I hope the Octonauts info is accurate! <XDD

THANK YOU!!! :DDD

@djh4l0v3rv3r

I think Poppy Playtime it pretty neat! Though I haven't seen a playthrough of chapter 3 yet so I haven't formed an opinion on the smiling critters. :0 Other than their smiles are WAY too big and creepy XDDD

Holy cow.. what a crazy read! I'm not much of a gamer myself but I have GOT to watch somebody play this! :00 Thank you for the info! :D

@raptor1312

WAIT THIS GAME WAS ON THE WII?? I was thinking it was a fangame made for PC??? Like on steam?? ITS A LEGIT RELEASE?? WHAT???

(Post in question)

It was sooooo much tedious coloringggg... 💀💀 Worth it tho XDD

(Post in question)

AAAA IM GLAD YOU NOTICED!! :DD

@shaziztrazh

AWWWW!! HOW COOL!! I love the mermaid approach!! :DD SO PREBBY!!! ✨🤩✨🥥✨

Also thank you so much!! :DDD

(Post in question)

XDD Turns out ditto is my spirit Pokémon-

@nunyabusiness459

AAAA I'm so glad you're interested in him! Uuuunfortunately,, looking back it seems the only artwork I have of Melvin is just a bunch of strange angst for no good reason-

So I'm afraid I don't really have any artwork to share,, and most of the story has already been told.. but this ask makes me want to come back to Melvin sometime! Maybe expand on his story more, or just draw him again in general!

So thank you for the ask/interest, perhaps we'll see more of Melvin someday! :D

[onmyyan]

i NEED some Ricky content!! i know it’s big i KNOW it’s big and mean yet sweet and 😫😳🥵🥺🤩🥳🥸

A/N: I give the ppl what they want NOT EDITED

TW'S: yandere, nsfw, reader has a coochie, use of good girl, oral (f&m receiving), mommy kink(he says it like once), voyer ricky, switch ricky, switch reader, slight degradation, dumbification kink, shibari, creampie, pet play,

Nasty Hc's · Ricky Delmont

Ride his thighs PLEASE he looks up at you with the most star struck expression.

Likes to bounce his leg when you do, anything to keep your pretty eyes on him like that.

He has two sides in bed,

"Beg for it brat."

And "Oh fucking shit, nnngh-oh god please give it to me, wanna feel good for you."

No matter what mindset he's in that day he's gonna take care of you.

If he had his way you'd never leave his bed.

Kisses up and down your body as often as he can, loves just touching you, feeling your heat beneath his fingertips as if he was amazed you were really there.

Switch, you know he's feeling more dominant when he undoes his work tie a little faster than usual, he also gets this look in his eye that makes you feel a whole lot like prey about to be devoured.

He just oozes control when he's like this, likes tying you up in the softest ropes available, sometimes shibari* sessions are all he needs to check that insatiable need to control.

He likes red rope the best, something about the way your flesh spills through the intricate ruby knots has him BRICKED.

Will occasionally use toys if he's feeling extra mean that day, has an extension that wraps around the base of his cock so you both feel the intense vibration.

If you're into it he'd love to collar you, nothing cheap or demeaning either, I'm talking specialty ordered in your favorite fabric with his name embroidered in your favorite color.

(Gets his own with your name on it)

First time you gave him head you two had snuck off at some shitty party he'd been forced to attend and he had to stuff his fingers in his mouth to keep quiet, came fast cuz the sight of you on your knees staring up at him with that sweet smile was enough to push him over the edge.

If you wear any of his clothing the second he registers it his caveman brain activates and he will get so hard it hurts, his possessive nature couldn't be happier and most if not all of the times ends with him rutting into you like an animal.

Has a Polaroid camera he uses just for you and your sexy times, he has thousands of photos tucked away in a secret drawer which he revisits whenever he's forced to be away from you for longer than an hour.

He looks mean but he treats you so soft, even in his Dom headspace he's always putting your comfort and happiness first.

"Tell me if this is too tight love."

"C'mon nod your head f'me- there we go good girl."

Always checks in on how you're feeling and if he's being too rough.

Huge choking kink, even just resting his much larger hand around your throat was enough to have your pulse skyrocket, which of course he can feel, likes keeping his thumb on your pulse point, the breathless sounds that came from you were like a symphony.

Please choke him back he will cum on the spot.

He's the kinda guy who makes you count the spanks he's giving and if you mess up (which you no doubt do because he will randomly swipe his thumb against your soaked clit, making sure to press in harsh little circles)

"Aw, my poor dumb bunny can't think with anything but her pussy."

"How mean of me, asking such a big task knowing just how cock hungry you get." He tutted in a mock of sympathy, the evil grin he sported contradicting his apologetic tone.

"Your skin is so soft, it's as if I'm meant to mess it up, mark you."

Gets separation anxiety so there will be days when he needs you to stop by the office, just to see your face, and 10/10 you two end up fucking against his desk.

Stuffs your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, can't have his family hearing him slut you out now can we?

Huge voyer, if he ever catches you masturbating, before you get the chance to feel embarrassed he'd find a seat close enough to touch and start palming himself through his pants.

"Greedy little thing- just can't help yourself can you?"

"Go ahead- show me how bad you want it, show me how you make a mess kitty."

"Maybe if you do a good job convincing me I'll be nice and let you cum."

^ It's a bluff he's always gonna make you cum, he just likes the way you jump to do as he says as if the threat was real.

He's 7.7 inches and he likes resting it on your tummy, just to see how deep he'd be in a few moments.

Big big big into overstimulation, it's the way you cling to him like a lifeline, how hard you twitch against him, that hazy look in your eye.

Flash level refractory period he's ready to go again the second you are.

He thinks he's awkward and bad at expressing himself (false) so he tries to pour all the big feelings he has for you into his touch.

Pet play, calls you kitty/bunny a lot, something about the way you jolt a little sends a warm tingle up his spine, also it felt natural with the way his hands are constantly petting you/your hair.

If he's busy he won't ignore you for work, no no, he sits you down snugly in his lap so he can toy with your pussy with his free hand, likes to randomly curl his fingers up to keep you juuuust on the verge of spilling into his palm.

If he's having a particularly bad day he'll call you to his office and first thing he does is just hug you against him. Which would be cute if it didn't almost always lead to him dropping to his knees with a pout and silently demanding you ride his face.

Tug his hair and listen to all the pretty sounds it pulls from him.

If he's in a more subby headspace you can tell by the way he clings to you, he's almost unsure of his movement, like he was afraid to not be the one calling the shots, you've learned to speak his language so you know when he hesitates to touch you, it's because he's waiting for permission.

"Go ahead baby boy, you can touch me." Cue him melting into you, his larger frame curling around you like a cat.

He's a lot more vocal when he subs, allows himself to be swept away in the essence of you.

You have to gag him when he gets too loud, dw he like it, sure the whines he let out were delicious but the longer you edged him the louder he got and your neighbor already complained once.

If you leave any marks on him he displays them with such pride, mentally begging for someone to comment just so he can relive the moments you gave them to him.

It's during one of these sessions where you'd been edging the pretty boy for hours and by this point he was crying, red faced and all but begging for you, he'd been a brat all day, probably looking for this sort of reaction from you, and he looked downright sinful.

Long red tresses spread out around him like a halo, his hands tied to each other and held above his writhing form, the fact that he couldn't touch you would drive him to the brink, yeah he could break outta these ties easily, but giving you complete control was far too addicting.

Sweat coated his lean body, his muscles twitching whenever you raked your nails across his flush skin. His eyes half lidded, pupils blow so wide only a ring of red surrounded them.

You'd be slowly rolling your hips, your pelvis pressed flush to his own, staring down at him through a sultry haze as he fought desperately against his restraints.

"Please- please Mommy, wanna' touch ya, I'll be good I swear- need you bad."

He's so deep in his own pleasure he doesn't even realize what he's called you.

You undo his wrists and he'd be on you in a second, fingers dancing everywhere, unsure what to grip for dear life first,

It's when you lean down to lick a small strip along his ear and whisper, "Cum for Mommy." That he creams instantly, it catches you both off guard, the noise of surprise he'd made mixed with a broken whimper of your name had you clenching down around him even harder, he wrapped both hands around your middle, his hips feverishly pumping up into your soaking core, the sticky ring of white at the base of his shaft only grew with every sloppy thrust, each twitch of his cock gave you another load, at the peak of his high you coo'd out "Good boy." And he blacks out for a good few seconds.

Enjoys making you go dumb when he's Doming, like he asks you shit knowing damn well you're too blissed out to answer, just so he can smile down at you in condescension, lovingly laughing at your babbles and cries, thumb pressing past your swollen lips to play with your eager tongue.

"Such a perfect little kitty f'me."

KING of aftercare, a little too good bec if you're up for it his hands will end up feeling so nice and warm and shiver inducing while he's massaging you that oop look at that he's buried in your cunt again.

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i need buff reader x janis, who carries janis and places her on her lap when janis doesn’t wanna eat 😫😫

Where else would I be, baby?

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, bad eating habits

In which Janis sometimes gets so busy she doesn’t even think about eating and reader has eventually come up with ways to have her eat something

“Oh, my God.” The second you stepped into the house, you saw Janis out in the backyard, art supplies sprawled all over the floor. You rushed over to her, “Janis. You’re still here?”

“Where else would I be, baby?” She asks, barely glancing at you.

“Have you been sitting here all day?” You crouched down to talk to her, then just sat down.

“I did get up to use the bathroom.” She tells you, eyes completely focused on her art piece.

You raised your brows, perplexed. “Did you eat anything at all?”

“Didn’t you even think about it.” She mutters.

“I’ve been gone six hours, Janis.” You looked at her, horrified.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Because you’ve been here, engrossed in your art.” You sighed, “Come on, let’s go out for dinner.”

“No, I need to get this done.” She says dismissively, “And you just got back from work, so…”

“So, we need to eat.” You stated.

“You go.”

You scoffed, “Janis.”

“y/n.” She mocks.

You exhaled, a little frustrated, “Janis, come on. It’s dinner time and you barely ate anything at breakfast.”

“Yeah, being on a period will do that to ya.” She laughs dryly.

“You know what I’ll do.”

“Try it, I don’t care.” She replies, tongue sticking out slightly between her lips in concentration. “I need to finish this tonight. I’ve been putting this off doing nothing for like two weeks.”

“I’m literally about to pick you up off the floor so you will sit at the table while I make dinner. If I have to spoon feed you so you’ll eat something, I will do it too.”

“Sure.” Janis chuckles. “Please do that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You nearly snorted, standing up. Easily, you picked her up when she least expected it and walked into the dining area then placed her on the stool by the island.

She sulked, clearly defeated. Janis groans, resting her head on folded arms. “I know you like working on your art, but you gotta remember to take care of yourself, baby.”

“I know, I know.” She sighs softly, “I just forget. If I busy myself with something I don’t even feel hunger, it’s like the last thing on my mind.”

“Which is why I told you…you gotta take a break every now and then, get up and stretch, walk, drink some water, have a snack.” You turned around to face her completely for a moment. “You need to eat to survive.”

Janis sighs, “It’s a bad habit, I’m sorry.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m helping you out with that.” You shrug. There was leftover rice in the fridge from last night so you took that out and opened up a can of Spam, along with the half-used bag of frozen vegetables. All that in a pan, dinner was settled and ready soon enough.

“Are you gonna try to avoid me now that the food’s done?” You eyed her suspiciously. She struggled with it sometimes. She’s never said it, but her actions spoke louder than words.

She doesn’t say anything but sulked and raised her brows. A sigh then falls from her lips as you plated the food. You left your portion in the pan though, literally instructing her to sit in your lap so she couldn’t go anywhere until she’s had her food. You weren’t eating anything until you knew she’s eaten. You’ve had your lunch, she hadn’t. So, you know, she had to eat. You could wait a few minutes more.

But of course, Janis was a little shit sometimes. Refusing to even sit down beside you now. “Ipo.” You exhaled harshly, “It’s like you want me to put you in my lap just so you’ll stay put and eat.”

She grins, “Maybe I do. Be my guest.”

Without a second thought, you grabbed her off her feet, away from the fridge. Closing its door in the process, “That was too easy.”

“Yeah, you’re jacked.” A chuckle falls from her lips.

“Okay, now— eat up.” You handed her the spoon. Janis jokingly groans but still dug into the food. You rested your chin on her shoulder with an arm wrapped around her waist.

“How was work?”

“I smell like popcorn, and I got new blisters. And a customer yelled at me today, so…same old, same old.” You laughed, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Ouch.” She turned her head slightly, seething at your revelation. Then, she spots the red bumps on your hand. “That looks…painful.”

“Eh.”

“Aren’t you gonna eat?”

“My head hurts, so I think I’m gonna go take a hot shower afterwards first before I eat.”

“You can go now.” Janis tells you, shoving a spoonful of the fried rice into her mouth.

“I kinda don’t want to.” You said quietly, arm tightening around her waist.

“Hm, why’s that?” She asked, a cheeky smile forming on her face.

You let out a sharp exhale through your nose, trying not to chuckle, “I just wanna spend some time with you, is that so bad?”

“Aww.” Janis teases, “Go drink some water. Maybe you’ll feel better.”

“No way. You’ll run away from here and we both know that’s a fact.” You gasped, “You’re my prisoner until you finish this plate.”

“Oh wow.” She replies, bored.

“Excuse me?” She played along, “Janis ‘Imi’ike. Just trying to make sure you stop this unhealthy habit eventually.”

She ends up giggling, “Sorry, baby. I know.” Janis turned to look at you, beaming. You sighed, “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”

“Oh, I am?”

You pressed a kiss to her cheek, reaching your hand up to squeeze her chin, “Yes. Yes, you are.”

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💭A/N

I’m actually giggling at my screen reading back on this drabble lmao.

[svechnikovvv]

lights up

pairing: andrei svechnikov x fem!reader

warnings: sensitive topics

summary: maybe being vulnerable isn’t that bad

a/n: writers block has been kicking my ass 😫 i’m so sorry guys

series masterlist: here

it’d be so sweet if things just stayed the same / runnin’ through my heart / do you know who you are?

being vulnerable was the most foreign feeling in the world. it felt like spiders crawling on your skin. it was the worst.

but if there was anyone in the world who understood how you felt, it was andrei. your andrei.

“y/n?” you were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of that familiar russian accent. you don’t know when he answered the phone, or how long you’d been spaced out for, but you could hear the worry in his voice.

“yeah, uh, you got a sec?”

andrei knew you didn’t like talking about your feelings. maybe it was how whenever you came over to rant to him, you’d always play with the rings on your fingers. or maybe it was how you’d avoid eye contact. whatever it may be, andrei knew you.

the big guy was known to be a bit ditzy and aloof, but that was never the case when he was around you. he became attentive and listened to everything you had to say. he always noticed every little change you made.

his teammates like to think that he likes you. which, wasn’t a lie. anybody could see how much andrei adored you. he was pure putty in your hands. pyotr loved to ask him, “is y/n the only thing in your vocabulary?” which would always earn him a glare.

everyone knew from the first time you came around, that andrei was completely head over heels for you.

***

you won’t lie, you got a little lost trying to figure out where to go for this morning skate thing. andrei said occasionally they’ll let fans come in and watch and today was one of those days. so you decided to see how they ran things when they weren’t going at other hockey players’ throats.

you found a seat somewhere near the ice and settled down, watching the guys zoom around and joke with one another. you probably should’ve brought a hoodie because you were starting to get a bit chilly. you started to zone out a bit before you heard some taps on the glass. you look and see andrei standing there with a big smile.

“y/n, i didn’t think this was your- what is that phrase you people use?”

“cup of tea?” he nods and you softly laugh “yeah, well, i was getting tired of staring at the same walls and decided to see what you do behind the scenes.” andrei laughs and points to a door and he skates off. you get up and walk over in that direction and he’s already standing by it, running his fingers through his hair.

he engulfs you in a hug, resting his chin on your head.

“you’re warm,” you mumble, making him softly laugh.

“are you cold?” he pulls back and looks at you. “why didn’t you bring a jacket?” you shrugged

“hold on. i’ll go get you a hoodie.” you watched as he walked through a door and returned five minutes later. he was holding his black canes hoodie that he’d seem to always be wearing whenever he came over. he handed it to you and you took it, muttering a thanks and slipping it over your head. it was a bit big on you, but andrei was a growing man, so of course it was.

“that better?” you nodded and he gave you a soft, dimply smile.

“what’re you gonna wear when you change?”

“i’m from russia, the cold doesn’t bother me.” you roll your eyes

“okay show off.” he laughs

“how long are you gonna stay and watch?”

“score me a hatty and then i’ll go.” he nods, always up for a challenge and walks back through the door and onto the ice. you make your way back to your seat and andrei’s cologne on his hoodie hits you instantly. you felt safe.

andrei skates around a bit and manages to get a goal past pyotr, who you knew because andrei mentioned him so many times, and he throws his arms up in triumph. he looks over at you and you give him a thumbs up. he continues to try his best again and again and it takes him a while before he makes his second one.

he then skates over to in front of you and he’s panting.

“you see that one?” he managed to do a wrap-around shot and make it in.

“i did, drei. you move as smooth as butter.” he smiles wide and skates back to the puck. like the second goal, it takes him a while to get the third. when he does though, he points at you and you’re clapping. he’s laughing and skates back over to you.

“there’s your hatty. every goal was for you.” you place a hand over your heart.

“i feel so honored.” you stand up and walk back over to the little door and andrei meets you.

“i was thinking of making your favorite tonight. you want to come over later?” he nods

“yes, whatever you want i’m fine with.” he gives you a goodbye hug and you walk off and back to your car, still clad in his hoodie.

back on the ice, andrei skated over to his teammates to see them all looking at him.

“who’s the mystery girl, svech?”

“that’s my best friend y/n.”

“i don’t believe it. you’re in love with her.” andrei could feel his face heat up and be just rolled his eyes and skated off.

“that doesn’t answer anything!” sebastian called out

everyone knew right then that you were more than just his “best friend.”

***

it only took him two months after that incident for him to realize that they were right, he was in love with you.

“i always have a second for you, krasivaya.” he always loved to slip russian in his sentences and never tell you what it meant.

“drei, i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” his brows furrowed because did you mean? he thought you were perfect in every way possible.

“what do you mean?”

“i’ve been so irritable lately. it’s like, everything i do, i piss myself off. i can’t stand to look at myself either. everyday just feels like a repeat of the day before. i don’t even feel like myself, anymore.” somewhere in your rant, you started to cry. andrei has only seen you cry once, so he knew this was serious.

“don’t move, i’ll be there in five minutes.” you stayed in the same spot you were in, and sure enough, five minutes pass and andrei’s letting himself in with the spare key you gave him. he sees you sitting on the couch with your knees tucked into your chest and he pulls you into his lap. you cry into his shoulder as he rubs your back soothingly.

“it’s okay, let it all out.”

“i’ve been feeling like such a burden lately. i miss when i was younger and didn’t care about anything. why couldn’t things just stay the same?” you hiccuped a bit and andrei continued to rub your back.

“caring is good. it shows you have feelings. it may not always feel good or have good outcomes, but to me, it shows me that you have a kind heart. and you’re nowhere near a burden, y/n. so many people love you and care about you.” he places a kiss on the side of your head.

“you’re not alone on this, okay? your problems are my problems. and i know that telling me this might’ve been hard for you, but you did it, yes? i’m very proud of you.”

“i love you.” you whisper and he’s carding his fingers through your hair.

“i love you too, y/n.” you sit up and shake your head.

“no drei. i love you. as in, more than a best friend.” andrei places his hands on either side of your face.

“malyshka, i‘ve loved you since you came to the morning skate years go.” he closes the gap between the two of you and you can taste the mint gum he must’ve previously been chewing on. the two of you pull apart and andrei’s looking at you with a fondness in his eyes.

sure, being vulnerable felt like being on a stage with spotlights blinding you from every direction, but maybe stepping into the light wasn’t so bad. it gave you andrei, and that’s the best reward you could ever ask for. you’re never going back now.

tags: @starsandhughes @liquidflyer @drei-mrssvechii @angzls @goldenbrokenheart

a/n: having mixed emotions about this 👎

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Hope you don’t mind me taking bout Rengoku for a bit. He’s just so aahahgaggah😫❤️‍🔥. When I watched Demon Slayer for the first time in 2022 he stole my heart, I haven’t fallen for an anime character that bad since Undertaker in the Book of Atlantic movie😭. Rengoku would be a 10/10 boyfriend I’m convinced. He’s nice, passionate, charismatic, driven, I just- ugh! Why isn’t he real?!😖

no you’re so real. i’m totally head over heels for that blonde man and i did not think demon slayer would get me like this. i thought i’d just watch it and move on but oh my GOD!!!!!

rengoku is the boyfriend definition. when i think of boyfriend, i think of him. like, imagine life w rengoku, living in a cute little condo. i think in modern times, he’d be a lawyer or a cop ( so sad i actually don’t want him to be but it fits him )

and even though he’s always out and stressed and putting in overtime at work, he does the best he can around the house. you don’t have to ask him to do a single thing bc he’s already done it. he’ll stay up late to wash the small pile of dishes in the sink or sweep the floor in his downtime. on his days off, he clocks in a house husband and puts in that WORK, getting all the household chores done while you either go to work or just rest with no worries.

and and and he probably thinks you’re so good to him that he is like delirious w attention and love and affection and it makes his heart swell and he’s soooo much in love

like he’d be so domestic and perfect and i’m sick. he’s literally a golden retriever boyfriend. a perfect golden boy. don’t ever apologize for talking about him bc i want him so bad like. rengoku?? smash! smash so hard! smash smash smash smash smash!!!

i wrote a blurb about him but tumblr ate it :( it’s still on my account so im gonna link it here in case you can access it n wanna read it c:

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Like It’s a Dancefloor

Hello, lovelies! Today we’re answering a request by @thenerdysimp : “Omg I just had one of my most adorable ideas ever! My favorite Disney movie of all times is The Lion King and I’m currently while writing this listing to Pentatonix version of “Can you feel the love tonight” so just imagine dancing around with Ben to that song😫🥹 Either just at home or if it’s maybe playing on set and they’re just dancing together and being adorable🥰”

I hope you like this little piece! Thank you for your request!

I hope you all like this! Tell me what you think of it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much cuteness you might combust. Too much fluffiness to handle.

Summary: Ben and you are supposed to prepare dinner. Turns out, you’re distracted by the music playing on this spotify playlist.

Word Count: 1212

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

There’s sunlight coming in from the window. It’s a bright evening in LA, filled with sunshine and a gentle breeze. It’s warm, but you don’t mind.

You’re chopping carrots, and it’s soothing, in a way, the rhythmic sound of the knife falling against wood.

Clack-clack-clack…

You’re humming along a song that’s playing on this Spotify mix, even if you don’t know the words. You don’t mind, it’s a happy song all the same, it fits the love filling up the room.

“Alright, the tomatoes are done! How are the carrots coming?” Ben asks, peering over your shoulder to spy on your progress.

“They’re being cut into pieces.”

“Good, good… Not gonna lie, you’re a little scary with this huge knife, lovely.”

“Me? Scary?”

“Or hot. I haven’t really decided if I’m frightened or horny…”

You laugh at that, ceasing your movements so you could turn your head and kiss his lips.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Hurry up! I’m waiting for your carrots.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his torso against your back and resting his cheek on the top of your head.

“You smell so nice,” he whispers. “Is that a new shampoo?”

“It is.”

“I like it. It smells sweet. Almost as sweet as you are…”

“You’re so cheesy…”

“You love that about me.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.”

When he presses his lips against your pulse, his beard burning the soft skin of your neck, you can’t help the shivers that run up your spin, can’t refrain the sharp intake of breath that makes your heart stutter, and Ben smiles smugly at the sound.

“Liar,” he repeats, his large hands rubbing your sides now.

“We’re cooking, Ben.”

“I know. I’m not doing anything,” he answers, all innocence.

“Keep your hands to yourself, then, mister.”

“Hmm… I’d rather keep them on you.”

As if to prove a point, he holds you tighter again, making you laugh.

He’s being silly, and adorable, and there is nothing in your home now but laughter and love and the brightness of the Californian sun. It feels a little like a dream, you have to remind yourself that this is real, that Ben is here, in your kitchen, and not on the other side of the world working on a new project. No, instead, he’s making dinner with you; taking your time, enjoying each other’s presence and basking in the warmth of his body against yours, the sound of his laughter, the tickling of his beard against your cheek.

“You’re very good at cutting carrots, the bits are all regular and all,” he compliments you.

“Thank you.”

“You’re lovely.”

You giggle at that.

“Thanks.”

“You’re beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Babe…”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“Just speaking the truth.”

He peppers kisses on your cheek, assaulting the skin with his lips, brushing his beard there on purpose to make your heart stutter and it does, he hears it in the quickening of your breathing.

And he loves it. Every second of this evening, spent with you, in your kitchen, is absolutely delightful and he wishes he could stop time for a while. Or rather, no, he doesn’t want to stop time, he simply wishes this could happen every day for the rest of his life. Yes, yes that would be so nice…

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear, before kissing the tender spot right behind it, and the gesture and tone so filled with love and tenderness that it’s almost too much for you to take.

“I love you too, baby,” you answer in the same quiet, gentle tone. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

He tightens his hold on you a little, just as you cut the last piece of vegetable, wipe your hands clean on a kitchen towel. You wriggle in his arms to turn around, so you can face him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He presses your lower back to the kitchen counter, bumping his nose into yours.

“I’m going to sound very cheesy again,” he warns you with a smile half-amused, half-tender, “but I’m so happy right now. I just… I know this is nothing fancy we’re doing now, in this kitchen. I know we’re just preparing dinner, and nothing is more mundane than that. But I adore it. I adore it because I’m doing it with you, and you make the most boring things exciting and special and beautiful. Your presence is enough to make everything extraordinary. I’ve had my fair share of dreams in my life, but now… now I reckon that my dream would be to have the most boring life possible with you. Nothing special happening, nothing crazy, no adventures, just… just this. I just want this till I die. That would be a very, very good life.”

You hold him tight, bury your face in the crook of his neck to hide how your eyes are now filled with tears, how you struggle to hold them back.

“That’s all I want too, Ben. Just this. Just you.”

Your knife, the carrots, the tomatoes, the salt and pepper and everything else is forgotten while you simply hug, hold each other tight, your ear pressed to the steady beating of his heart and his lips pressed to your hair. Eyes closed, the sun still enters the window of your kitchen, splashes photons on your empty plates and onto the counter. The music is still playing, it’s changed to a quiet song that fits the stillness of the air, the tender hold of lovers above a clear sky.

It lasts a long while, your tender hold. None of you move for what feels like a minute but lasts much more than that. There is a calmness to this moment, a peace you can find only in his arms, a certainty Ben has found nowhere but in your warmth.

He smiles at the change of music though, because this song is cheesy, just like him. He knows you love it, and can’t help but tease you about it.

When Elton John’s voice echoes through the kitchen, Ben starts gently rocking you, and he feels the grin that forms on your lips through his t-shirt.

He starts singing at the chorus, and you do too, looking up at him as he presses his forehead to yours, taking hold of your hand to properly dance with you.

Can you feel the love tonight?

He makes you spin before the chorus ends, making you laugh, and there is no brighter sound that could echo through this room. He catches you again, sways to the song with you. A slow, quiet dance to a love song you adore, there in the kitchen surrounded by a mess of spoons and knives and half-cut vegetables. And it’s perfect. Ben’s warm, deep voice singing along and messing the lyrics a few times, and you missing a few notes, and your hold on him unfaltering, and his hold on you unwavering. Eyes staring into the gaze you adore. And your heart skips beats after beats, and Ben has butterflies flying across his stomach, and you both adore it. You feel safe, like never before.

And it’s nothing special, nothing fancy, nothing incredible. It’s mundane and unbelievably simple. It’s perfect.

Can you feel the love tonight?

Yes. Yes, you can…

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[matchadobo]

hi hi!! hope you're doing well 🫶🏻 i've been absolutely eating up all the fics you've released for the past few weeks, they're INCREDIBLE.

also i just wanted to share this random thought i have about kid where he would stay far FAR away from you when you're sick because he didn't want to get sick too and just let killer do all the work to take care of your sickness while he just stand on the doorway watching like🧍🏻 but then you wake up in the middle of the night and found him all snuggled up on your side because apparently he got too lonely the whole day and just decided to give up and climb on to the bed to sleep next to you 😫 UGH i love him sm

so sorry if this is super random i just couldn't get it out of my HEAD😭

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haiii 🌱 thank you always for your support! it means the whole world to me that someone loves my works this much <3 your asks always make my day🥰

AWWWW that made me smile so much it's crazy 😫 imagine finding that hulking man awkwardly standing far by the door it's too adorable istg. restratining himself so much with that scowl in his face but all is inside him is how he feels bad for you and wished he could do something about that damn sickness. ughh i imagine him to be all quiet and alone the rest of the day bc kil's taking care of you and you're gone so who's he gonna be with, right? big ol' captain all alone started exploring the damn ship 🤣 he gon start talking to the rookies he ain't been talking to before. imagine their scared ass when kidd comes and asks them what they be doin, the fear i swear LMAO. so when night comes and he couldn't take it anymore, he'd just snuggle up gOD :3

but i imagined it differently, he'd be like that at the first but soon grumble at killer and say kil's doing it wrong and he'll show kil how it's done 🥺. in the first time he did that, you'd tell him to wear a mask, but he'll say "that fever ain't so great like i am, who the hell you think i am? i ain't getting infected, baby. now shut it and rest up, so you can get all better. 's all lonely without your cute ass buggin' me." 🫶 so you two end up getting sick. big man ain't so strong now huh JASDHAHA

and hey, don't worry about the randomness. i love itttt <3 let's be delulu together 🫣