#grant...my poor sweet boy...

[crookshanks23]

Season 1: Episode 19: Amazing Grant, How Sweet the Cern

Favorite moment: Propping the tower up with the sword. Really clever use of an item.

General thoughts:

In-universe parody intro of Mmmbop. One of my favorite parodies. I think it was an episode of Teen Talk or Talking Dads where people were complaining that they got a Henry Oak album, but not a Glenn one. I'd argue that we did get a Glenn album. It's all the Dadz Bop parody songs. Freddie sings them. And they are great.

Long, fun episode. I know they try to keep episodes around an hour, but I actually enjoy the hour and half, hour forty five episodes. I think going past 2 hours would be too much (a reason I've been having a hard time getting into Critical Role), but I enjoy the longer ones.

Combat with Cern is both touching and fun. And his mech is cool.

Grant killing the chimera is gross and crazy. But a clever plan. I'm just not sure it's the thing that actually makes him who we see later. I'd argue that killing the Drow is far more traumatic. It's a humanoid that Darryl (his dad) kills with a human gun. Way more realistic. Not like the fantastical nature of killing a giant three headed monster with an axe.

Generally, I've always had a hard time with Grant's characterization. Because it seems like a big leap to his season 2 personality and choices. But then again, I'm not really familiar with how trauma works. I still enjoy him as a character, but I have a hard time connecting the dots.

The tournament is over, but now Grant is gone. Next time, in Dungeons and Daddies, a... Fart?

[lowkeyremi]

JJK MEN AS DADS

How they are with their kiddos/babies ! ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami

content: no curse!au fluff, established relationship (marriage), children, families.

Gojo Satoru

"Look at my little boy, he looks just like me, what a heart stopper you'll be when you get older!" He praises his two year old, Kenji Gojo.

"'Toru stop trying to manifest our son into a hoe." Satoru turns to you with a loud gasp, eyes wide, and it causes your little boy to giggle.

"How could you say such words, in front of him? Don't listen to Mommy. Daddy was never a player. Never ever!" Kenji has no clue what's happening he just laughs at his father's dramatics.

"Oh brother, I hope he doesn't turn into a drama queen like you. And yes you were a player before I got with you. Remember when you kissed my friend then like ten minutes later tried to kiss me?" Satoru was a menace in college. Every time you bring up that specific college memory he always says-

"Ugh, blame Suguru! He was the one who made me take shots when I didn't like to drink." There it is. That was excuse for two-timing you and your best friend back then.

"Save it for someone who believes you. Kenji, don't be like Daddy when you grow up, okay?" Your husband knows you're joking but he can't help but whine and feel like you're being against him.

"Otay Mommy! Daddy is hoeeee. Hoe hoe hoe. Merry Christmas!" Your poor little boy thinks he's saying the noise Santa makes instead of a derogatory term and it's hilarious.

Of course you encourage him, "Daddy's a what?"

"Hoe!" Kenji screams out with a smile on his face. Satoru frowns loosing his playfulness.

"I-i guess my family just hates me... no one loves me." He sighs loudly to sell it to you guys but you don't buy it. He sits in the corner pretending to cry. "Boo hoo..." Kenji waddles his way over to his father patting his head.

"No cry Daddy, you not a hoe. You Daddy." Satoru fakes a loud gasp when he hears his son comfort him, thinking Satoru is actually crying.

"Really?!" He asks the little boy standing next to him.

"Yeah, Daddy is cool!!" Satoru chuckles, picks up is little boy and tosses him into the air. The small white haired child screams in delight as his father catches him, and you can't deny that all the trouble you and Satoru had in your relationship was worth seeing this.

Geto Suguru

"And then, the monster ate the twin girls who didn't go to sleep at their bed time-"

"Ooooookay. I think that's enough bed time stories from Papa." You say ushering your girls to bed, Hana looks scared out of her mind but Kana's eyes are sparkling with curiosity.

"Awww, Mommy, it was just getting good!" Kana whines, you know she wants to hear whatever else Suguru makes up on spot but he scared Hana who looks like she wants to cry.

"I know sweetie, but I don't think Hana really liked that story." The girls are six and full of energy at any given time.

"Come on baby, let me tell Kana the rest." Suguru matches his daughter's tone, knowing you'll give in.

"Alright, fine, but you need to apologize to Hana, look at her." Your husband looks at his younger twin daughter and he does feel kind of bad for scaring her like that. Suguru likes telling scary stories and myths to his girls just like his father had done to him. He always thought they were super cool.

"Oh, Hana, sweet girl. Papa's sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. How about I tell you and your sister a different story?" Hana looks a little doubtful as do you, but Suguru grants you a smile. He knows you trust him so you give him a stern look before kissing his forehead.

"Don't take too long, I need my cuddles." He smirks, kissing your hand, "Of course my dear."

The twins coo in unison at their parents romantic gestures, they think it's the coolest thing ever. "You girls have your stuffed animals?" He asks them and they nod together waiting for his story.

He tells the two about a princess who needed saving. Her long lost sister came to save her from a scary dragon and they lived happily together.

"That sounds like me and Hana!! I fought the scary dragon and Hana was the princess!!!" Kana says with excitement. Sometimes Suguru sees two little girls he used to foster in his own girls. He wonders how they're doing these days. They're probably grown up by now or at least in their late teens.

"I really wish Mommy had let me name you guys Nanako and Mimiko." He whispers with a soft smile. Kana looks at him in confusion rubbing her tired eyes, Hana's already asleep.

"Huh?" Kana asks.

"Nothing my dear, good night, little one." He tucks her into bed and gives her a tend kiss on the forehead.

"Night night, Papa." She says with a yawn and Suguru makes his way downstairs to join you.

Kamo Choso

Choso bites his lip looking down at his son, the boy looks a lot like you he thinks. Ryuji is his name, you let him name him. "I didn't mean to break it." He whines to his father. Choso has a soft spot for his boy. He reminds him a lot of his little brother Yuji.

"I know bud, but what will we tell Mom when she gets home?" Ryuji had accidentally broken your favorite ceramic mug. Choso was not sure what he signed up for when he got you pregnant but it sure wasn't this.

He and his son were always getting scolded by you. Every time Ryuji gets into some kind of trouble it also happens to be Choso's fault for not watching him closely as you always say. The truth is, Ryuji seems to get into trouble even with his father watching him closely.

"Um... we can tell her it was at the edge of the counter and i walked past it and it fell down. Then it will be her fault for leaving it by the edge." Choso smiles at his devious ten year old. He knows lying is bad but if you heard what really happened you'd scold both of them.

What actually happened as that Ryuji was playing in the kitchen, even though you've warned him against it many times and he knocked your mug down onto the ground.

"Good idea, kid. I don't want to hear Mom yelling again. I might get couch treatment again." Choso shivers at the idea of sleeping on the cramped couch rather than in his warm bed with you.

"You remind me a lot of your Uncle Yuji." Choso says ruffling his son's hair. "You and Mom keep saying that and I don't know if that's good or bad."

"It depends. Yuji can be both." Choso chuckles. His son gives him a crushing hug.

"I love you dad, you're doing great." And Choso didn't know how much he needed to hear those words but they were getting to him.

Fushiguro Toji

"Quit kicking your Ma, ya little brat." He threatens your swelling belly. He gives you a questioning look when you glare at him. Those emerald eyes challenge yours in a staring contest.

"What is with you and threatening our unborn children?" Your question is followed by a giggle.

"Gotta let the brats know who's in charge." He blows out a breath and puffs his chest, you find the whole ordeal ridiculous. The man is a girl dad for crying out loud. Even his oldest, your step-son thinks his father is a clown. And before Tsumiki died there were three daughters in his life.

He thinks your third one is bound to be a boy, but you're secretly hoping for a girl just to further sink Toji's idea of having a little boy to boss around. Megumi comes around maybe twice a month to see his little half-sisters, which means Toji is surrounded by girls all the time.

You like to joke around with him and say, "What do you know? Girls seem to follow you wherever you go." He always grumbles about it being stupid and unfair.

"As I was saying-"

"DAD!!!!! MY HAIR OH NOOOOOOO." Toji's up off the couch in seconds answering at his daughter's beck and call.

He walks into her room to see her braid was messed up. "What happened, Doll?" He asks her, undoing the braid so he can redo it.

"Yui undid my braid!! She took my hair tie and ran to her room!!!" She squeals, in horror at her little sister's thieving.

"Oh did she now? I'll go have a talk with her once I braid this back up." He's gentle with his tender-headed daughter. He quickly braids her hair back up, the pattern memorized. 100% self indulgent bc im tender headed.

"I have this green hair tie, is that okay, sweet girl?" She sighs quietly. "Where are the blue ones?" Toji clicks his tongue. "I can go get one real quick if you hold the end of this braid." He tells her and she's quick to do it. Her favorite color is blue after all.

She cheers when her father returns with a blue hair tie. He ties it up quickly, "Okay let me go talk to Yui." Nami nods brushing out her baby doll's hair.

Toji makes an appearance in front of his four year old's door, she's making her dolls scream at each other. "What was da reason?!!!!" She screams pretending to be one of the dolls, "I had a reason." She makes the other say.

Toji rolls his eyes, his daughter has been watching too much TV with you. "Excuse me miss Cardi B, why did you steal your sister's hair tie?" His hands are on his hips and his eyes are squinted to add to his authority.

"Whattttt, Dad, you know dat?" She asks as if her dad lives under a rock.

"Tch I'm not old, I know what memes are. Now answer the question." She rolls her eyes. You tell Toji she gets her attitude from him.

"If you haf to know I needed it, so I could give Sprinkles a ponytail." Sprinkles is the dog Toji said he was NOT going to get for his girls but caved in and got anyway.

"Ya coulda asked me or your Ma for one rather than stealing it right from your sister's hair." She shakes her head in disagreement. Toji wonders what's going on in her head right now.

"Dad you don't get it! It had to be that one!"

"Why that specific hair tie?" She goes silent turning away from her father and mumbling something Toji can barely hear.

"Speak up, princess." She scoffs and sighs and folds her arms. Wow the sass is unreal.

"Sprinkle thinks Nami is super cool so she wants what Nami has." Toji isn't stupid he knows his daughter is using the dog as a place holder for how she admires her older sister. Yui doesn't like to admit it though.

"Are you sure it's Sprinkle who thinks Nami is super cool?" He gives her the chance to be open with him and she sighs taking the bait.

"I guess. I think Nami is super cool." She murmurs and Toji smirks.

"It's alright to think your sis is cool, Dad didn't get to grow up with any cool siblings. Just annoying cousins."

"Mai and Maki are cooler than you, Dad, not annoying!" The man in question raises his brow his smirk never leaving, "Okay since I'm not cool. I guess I won't take you out for treats anymore when Ma says no."

Little Yui gasps, bursting upward like a rocket and running toward her dad. She hugs his leg, her little head looking up at him, "I was kidding Dad. You're super cool. Please don't stop taking me for treats!!"

Toji smiles, picks up his little girl and tickles her. She screams out for him to stop, "Huh? I can't hear what you're saying."

"Nami help!!!!"

In seconds Nami's attacking her father in a playful manner, "Let go of my sister!!"

"Okay then." Toji holds his daughter upside down by her feet, as she screams some more. "MA!!! HELPPP!!!!"

"Toji put her down." You say in a half-hearted manner.

"She is down. Upside down."

Nanami Kento

"See, you're getting the hang of it, Hiro." Kento softly encourages his son who's struggling with his math homework. You had tried to help him but he screamed that what you were saying didn't make sense. So of course you yelled back, letting your emotions get the better of you.

Kento had stepped in to keep you two from ripping each other's heads off. Plus all that screaming had woken up the baby. You could hear her crying.

That was about an hour ago. You quietly walked into the dining room with your seven month old baby girl cuddled up to your chest as you held her tight.

The sight of your husband helping your son warmed your heart, but you also felt guilt hot in your stomach for yelling at him, he's only twelve.

"Hey, Hiro. Can I talk to you, hon?" You ask softly. Both your son and Kento turn their heads upon hearing your voice. He nods at you and you inhale deeply, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, bud, I didn't mean it."

His eyes soften as do Kento's.

"I'm sorry too, Mom. I started it. You were just trying to help me." Kento's smile encourages you to walk closer to the table which you do.

"We should have had Dad come help in the first place, huh? I'm not good at explaining." Hiro shares a laugh with you, and Kento cups your cheek.

"Explanations might not be your strong suit but you're still a good mother, baby." Hiro gags at his father calling you "baby" he hate when you two get sappy.

You move your head a little so you can kiss his palm. As expected Hiro covers his eyes and making more throwing up noises.

"Oh hush, one day you'll find someone for you, and you'll be just like me and your mother." Kento says rolling his eyes and you giggle. Even though you guys have your differences you guys always forgive each other at the end of the day.

Your little girl coos quietly and Kento holds out his arms gesturing for his little girl.

"She's just had dinner, so she might fall asleep on you." Your warning doesn't bother him at all, if anything, you'll probably have more pictures to add to your baby gallery on your phone if she falls asleep in his arms.

She's already a dad's girl and she's only seven months old. You thought maybe Hiro would be a mama's boy but he's definitely his daddy's son.

You don't mind though, well, sometimes you're a little jealous that you have to share your man with your kids. Kento's a very lovable man though, so you can't blame them.

[tojisun]

your post about tits and price having a pic of you and valeria pressed up against/holding each other that gets him hard almost instantly because of how her tits look (and because i’m reminding you of how valeria’s shoulders look in that tank top) and the hickeys you left on her trying to keep yourself quiet. blows up and leaves confetti all over yr inbox

???? the way i put my hand inside my shorts so fast

no because!! thinking about how—

the shot’s cut just underneath the chin, really emphasizing that the focal point of the picture is the pair of pretty tits pressed up against each other, smooshing up the fat and muscle, and nothing has ever come close to the sensuality and debauchery and just the sheer hotness that this picture is.

the boys see it because of course they do—price shares everything good in his life to them—and they gawk because holy fuck.

it’s kyle who braves the question; asks who are the people in their captain’s extensive collection in his gallery.

and price has this devilish smirk as he replies, “my wife an’ our pet.”

ghost makes an intrigued noise from the base of his throat, akin to a rumbling hum. “she any good?”

price shrugs, and lights up a cigar. “won’t stop whining, but s’alright. s’kind of sweet, really. gets valeria hot fast; has me comin’ home to her fuckin’ our mutt until she’s shakin’, the poor thing.”

he takes a drag, letting the smoke burn down his trachea. the silence is heavy. it’s loaded.

“reckon we’re allowed to watch yer show?” mactavish finally pipes in, his voice heavy with desire.

price grants them a grin—sleazy and mean—and they know an invitation when they see one.

…or something KACHOW

[pollenallergie]

🫶🏻🫶🏻

Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 12: A Bittersweet Feeling Words: 2k

On Friday, you woke up in Tom's arms.

You'd eventually stumbled to bed last night after the storm blew over, and spent another hour taking things soft and slow. Like you had all the time in the world.

Even though you didn't. You could practically hear the clock ticking as you mapped out the rest of your stay. You're expected back at work in three days. Your chest felt heavy. You stared at the ceiling as if it were going to start moving downward and crush you.

And then Tom turns over, slings an arm across your stomach, and buries his face in your neck. You smile and tilt your head toward his, bringing up a hand to stroke his arm gently.

You let him lie there and doze until his alarm goes off. He twists around and smacks the clock with a grumble, then returns to you.

"Was dreaming 'bout you," he mumbles.

"Was it a good dream?"

"The best dream." He nuzzles into you again, and warmth spreads through your whole body.

"Are you gonna tell me about it?" you whisper.

"Nope." Tom nips at your shoulder, kisses your cheek, and rolls out of bed in what seems like one move. You chuckle, roll your eyes affectionately, and sit up.

"You don't have to get up with me." He bends to pull on his pants. "You're not on a Shirley Schedule."

"If I get April's done while you're working, that's more time to spend with you."

"You're almost done?" he asks, turning around with a shocked look.

"I mean, it's a little place," you yawn. "Only so much she could fit in there."

"I didn't mean to make you do all that on your own," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. "I really thought we'd be doing it together… but between trying to get caught up on my regular work, and the rain last night…" He winces.

"It's alright, Tom. I've enjoyed it." You pick a stray hair off his shirt. "Not nearly as much as my evenings with you, but I've enjoyed it."

He cups your cheeks and comes in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around him and wish you could keep him here forever. Just like this.

Tom rests his forehead against yours. "I wish I didn't have to go." Before you can whisper that it's alright, he continues. "I wish you didn't have to go either."

Why does it feel like you just got stabbed in the heart?

Tom kisses your forehead and stands to continue getting dressed as if nothing had happened.

"You want me to make you breakfast?" you ask from the bed, trying your damnedest to make it come out in more than a whisper.

"Cereal's fine, love."

He's never called you that before.

Tom ate standing over the sink while you slowly dressed, came back for a peck, and left for work.

You gathered April's bedding and the clothes from her hamper - which you'd been too embarrassed to deal with yesterday - and hauled them to the laundry room in the main building. Thankfully, no one else was there this early.

While you waited for the laundry to finish, you wondered what your life would be like if you didn't go home. What if Tom really did want you to stay? Would you always feel this way about each other? Would it always be this easy? Not trying desperately to be seen, or begging to be loved? What if you found a job down here that you didn't hate? Or even if you did hate it, would coming home to him make it seem worth it? Would you still be this happy together a decade from now?

Or would he tire of you in a week or two, like she did? What if Ruth came back? He seemed adamant about being done with her… but if anyone asked, you felt that way about Jade, too.

Why were you never enough for her? Do you even have a right to be heartbroken over her, since she was never really yours? You can see why she'd want someone other than you, but how could Ruth leave someone as sweet as Tom? Was he obsessing over these kind of things when you were apart as well? Why did it feel like everything was okay when he was around? Why did he want you around? Why was it so easy for him to ask you to stay? Why was it so hard for her?

No matter what, your thoughts always came back to Jade.

You'd spent five years holding onto a life you didn't like while you waited for her. The same job. The same tiny bedroom. The same flatmate you think you might hate. And for what? A few crumbs of affection. A few weeks with her that could make you forget how awful everything else in your life was for a little while.

Did you really think leaving her would be this easy? That you could just say "goodbye" and you'd be over her?

What were you supposed to do now? Wait for her to cast Ruth aside and come back to you? What if she didn't? What if it was truly over, and you were never going to see her again? What if Ruth really could give her what you couldn't? You didn't even know what it was she wanted. Only that you couldn't provide it.

As the pressure in your chest approached unbearable, a neon pink blur flashed in front of your face and jolted you out of your thoughts. You jumped in surprise, and then turned your head to watch it… bounce. It's a little bouncy ball, the kind you used to get out of gumball machines as a kid.

Squeaking sneakers and a strange clacking follow, and a kid skids to a stop in front of you.

"Have you seen a--"

You point to the direction the ball went, and the young girl runs to find it. She comes back a second later, ball in hand, and you finally get a good look at her.

She's young; maybe eleven or twelve. A cute kid with long, braided hair with beads at the bottom. That explains the clacking.

"Sorry. Didn't know anyone was in here."

"It's alright. Most exciting thing that's happened since I got here," you smile.

"I'm Kippa. Who are you?"

You introduce yourself and tell her that you're just visiting.

"I live here with my grandparents. It's boring in winter."

"So I've heard."

She stands there awkwardly, sizing you up.

"I like your hair," you compliment, to break the silence.

"Thanks! My friend Jade did it."

That's Jade; making friends everywhere she goes.

"Your friend Jade did a very good job. Not very stealthy, though," you teasingly gesture to the beads.

"Gran says it's like putting a bell on a goat," she rolls her eyes.

You laugh.

The dryer finally buzzes, and you get up.

"I better go," Kippa says hurriedly, as if she thought she might be roped into helping a stranger with their laundry.

"It was nice to meet you. Happy bouncing!" She smiles and disappears, and you empty the dryer feeling oddly peaceful.

You returned to April's house and got back to packing.

Your mind drifted to Tom.

He was hiding it well, but he was probably just as lost as you were. You were so grateful for him. You don't know what kind of mess you'd be in if he hadn't come into your life that awful Friday night.

Tom was wonderful. He was sweet, and kind, and funny. He cared for people, and it was genuine. On Friday night, when you saw Jade with Ruth, you didn't think you'd ever be okay again. But then you nearly ran over Tom, and everything changed. He brought you into his life when he didn't have to, and turned what could've been an awful week of moping into something amazing.

But what if he only wanted you there because you muted the Ruth in his brain, like he did the Jade in yours? Even if he did want you for real, how could you really start something this soon? You'd both just had your hearts broken by people you'd loved for years. People that you'd built your lives around. Hoped for futures with.

You adored him. He was one of the best people you'd ever met. He didn't deserve to have his heart broken. He deserved to be loved, and held, and cared for. He deserved to be happy. Tom Grant deserved the world.

But you couldn't give it to him.

Not when you're still haunted by thoughts of her.

After a while, it began to feel like you were packing your feelings away just like April's treasures.

You were taping up the box of bedding when you heard Tom calling your name from the front door.

"Hey," you greeted, emerging from the back with what you hoped was an unbothered expression.

"Ready for a lunch break?"

"Sure," you smile. Tom reaches for your hand, and you walk together across the yard. You stand side by side at the counter and silently prepare a sandwiches. You're going to miss this.

He comes alive once he starts eating.

"Talked to April this morning."

"Yeah?" You feel your spirits rise.

"Yeah. They're releasing her next week. Physical therapist is coming to her, so she can recuperate at her granddaughter's house."

"That's wonderful! It's gotta be a lot easier on her, being somewhere comfortable instead of the hospital."

Tom nods.

"You wanna go out tonight?" he asks suddenly.

"Out?"

"There's a pub just outside of town I think you'll like. Might be fun to get outta here for a bit."

"Sure," you smile. You don't care where you are, as long as you're with him.

"I'll try to get off a bit early today, help you with the packing. Then we can shower and head out around dark."

"Sounds good."

You finished packing in that gray area between late afternoon and early evening. You walked through April's small house, making sure you hadn't missed anything. But the pictures from the walls were stacked in the living room. The bed was stripped and the sheets were washed, folded, and packed. The closets and cabinets were empty. April's entire life had been carefully packed, meticulously labeled, and stacked in the kitchen in just a few days. Is this what a person's life comes down to? A lifetime of memories packed in cardboard?

You eyed a box with a star on each corner. It contained April's freshly laundered bedding, and clothes that would be easy for a person with a broken hip to get in and out of. You wish you'd known her well enough to have packed her favorite books or trinkets in the box as well, but you figured she'd appreciate the gesture anyway.

You were sitting on her front porch when Tom came to find you.

"Sorry, lots of leaks last night with the rain." He rubs the back of his neck like he's embarrassed. "Shall we?"

"It's done."

"What?"

"The packing. It's done."

Tom walks by you and into the house, returning a moment later. "You really did it."

"Yup." It's a bittersweet feeling. You've done something to help out a friend. It was relaxing work. But that was your last reason to stay. Why hadn't you taken longer?

Tom drops into the chair next to you. "I'm really sorry you had to do all that on your own. That's not at all what I meant to happen."

"It's fine, Tom," you assure him. "It was for April. I didn't mind a bit."

"You know this was her idea?"

"It was?"

"I volunteered to pack for her the second she said that she didn't want strangers touching her things. Then she asked me about you. Told her we were going to pick up your car after we left, because that's why you were still with me. Told her I was gonna miss you. So she invented a reason for you to stay."

A tear slides down your cheek.

"Maybe she just didn't want you to be lonely, with her away."

"Are you ever going to fucking accept that I like having you here?"

"Probably not," you laugh, swiping at your leaking eyes.

"C'mon, you stubborn woman, let's go get ready. Can't let your entire vacation pass you by without having at least a little fun."

[sunboki]

baby fever! w kim seungmin because i am suffering unimaginably from my absolute need to have a baby HELP

he would be so sweet?? like i- 😭😭

at some point he would begin hinting at it, whether that’s claiming certain baby clothes are cute or even straight up bringing it up

if you’re hesitant, be prepared to witness a very pouty, though nonetheless respectful seungmin who, after many attempts, convinces you

granted, this isn’t a one time thing, but your own kid — meaning, before even trying for a baby, matters need to be discussed

although… let’s just say there weren’t any problems in the baby-making department.. courtesy of the baby-fever induced husband of yours 😀

i know for certain he cried during your ultrasound, pretending he was rubbing his eye till you noticed the swelling tears poor bby :((

he’s simply enamored by you?? in every way?? how is this possible

not to mention when you begin showing and he is SMITTEN (not like he wasn’t before)

stares at you with heart eyes i swear

you’re just so beautiful and adorable and round and sweet, rip seungmin’s heart </33

stands behind you all the time with his hands reaching to rest over your bump, rocking back and forth so happily

swaying to a slow song in the kitchen together >>

also, when i say he’s serious about you becoming overstimulated, i’m not kidding it’s his sixth sense

the moment your lip starts to tremble or you start to become overly emotional or overwhelmed he’s all over you, gently holding your face and treating you oh so carefully, paying attention to your every need

especially when you go out, if you begin to feel nervous or exhausted, anticipate a very concerned yet protective husband to hold you close to him, practically shielding you from the rest of the world like your personal cozy space

he ordered that soup you like but you lost interest right after he brought it in? no problem, seungmin is here to cater to any and every craving

feet hurting? back achy? say less, free massages every night no matter how busy his day was

whatever circumstances, you and the baby are his first priorities, always

expect him to sing soooo many lullabies (and they’re so pretty HOW)

sets up the nursery w the help of the other boys, likely checks if everything is baby-safe a billion times

..he might’ve passed out during the delivery… but you didn’t hear it from me

definitely has the baby carrier on his front all the time, feeding your baby little snacks while roaming around the studio

seungmin swears he’s never been more in love in his entire life (that is, apart from when it comes to you), so on the first night you get to bring the baby home, he has them swaddled to his chest, unwilling to let go

if only your little one knew he had your husband wrapped around his finger ☹️

sunboki, may 2022 ©

[stxneflxwers]

dominance.

⋯⁂ summary. you've gotten your hands on him - now it's his turn to submit.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. brain is on some bullshit fr

⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. afab reader (neutral prns).

⋯⁂ cw. men getting pegged WOO YEAH!!!! each character will have their own individual tags prior to the writing. all lowercase.

zhongli.

cw. mating press. mild edging. masturbation.

"dearest, please... ah—" zhongli moans - rather pathetically, too. "let me... let me... hng—" he grunts, hips wiggling to meet your own with each thrust, but it's proving to be difficult as you suddenly push his tense thighs to his chest.

"sorry - what was that, cutie?" you mock lightly, a wicked grin on your face as you pound into his tight ass, "you gotta speak up." you coo as your pace slows down significantly and your spare hand flicks one of his hard, reddened nipples.

"agh," he groans, "s-stop tormenting me...!" his head throws back, exposing his neck for you to attack with nibbles and kisses. "mmh! beloved!" he whimpers when you do exactly that, one of his hands moving to gently grab the back of your head. "faster - harder, p-please...!"

he sounds so desperate. you can't help but finally grant his wish after hearing so much of his begging over the past hour.

"your wish is my command, pretty boy." you give him one hard thrust, causing him to hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure, "but, i do have a little request..."

"y-yes...?"

"touch yourself as i fuck you." you command, grabbing his hand on your head to wrap it around his own thick cock.

"mmh... so naughty..." he rasps. "a-alright, i will...do so - ah!" he breathily yells your name and his eyes roll back as you immediately pick up the pace and ferocity of your thrusts.

"what a good boy you are."

neuvillette.

cw. doggy style/from behind. you show him 0 mercy. he cries a lil bit (but it's outta pleasure i swear).

neuvillette pants - each breath hard and ragged. his hips are forced still by your command and your tightened grip on his narrow hips. his face digs into his folded arms, muffling some - but nowhere near all - of his whiny, desperate moans.

"enjoying this, neuvi?" you whisper into his red, flushed ear - double-checking, you understand that your pace may be overwhelming for him.

"j-just dandy!" he moans, eyes tearing up and rolled back as he tries to keep up with you.

"aw, gonna cry? so sweet..." you murmur, "what if i went faster?" you tease, knowing he's quickly already turned into a babbling mess of a man.

"mhm!" he hardly responds as his hands move to grab the pearly white sheets beneath him, nearly tearing them to shreds.

"hehe, you poor thing..." you snicker.

the moment you pick up the pace, he's already cumming all over those poor sheets...

alhaitham.

cw. riding. alhaitham a bit of a tsundere. spanking (like once lol.)

alhaitham refuses to give you the pleasure - the honor - of getting to hear him moan. and he also refuses to admit how good he feels right now. you've teased him far too much tonight, so now he's restricting a bit of your freedom as he rides the hell out of your strap.

and then you give his plush ass a nice whack with your hand. he groans loud and clear at last.

"good. give me more of that, you lazybutt." you insult light-heartedly, but you mean it with all the love in the world.

"ngh!" he groans again as he shifts position into a more comfortable one, riding you faster and harder than before. "n-not as lazy as you - especially right now—!" he retorts with a broken voice.

you slip a hand around his torso.

"what are you doing - ah!" he thrashes a little bit when your hand grasps his cock tightly before pumping it at an impossible pace.

"so sassy... do you need another lesson to learn?" you mock (lovingly).

"you are the one who needs a lesson—mmh!" he moans - high-pitched and whiny when you massage his balls with your other hand, causing him to cum right away...causing it to hit his chest and a bit of his face.

"oh? what was that?" you grin behind him.

he pants heavy and loud, unable to respond. for now, that is.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Screw You!

Soulmate/Corporate AU Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.6k

Est.Read Time: 13 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: Yes, I did write myself a birthday fic- I am not delusional. Also, I had been keeping @justsomekpopstuff 's request literally for this day!

Soulmates, the concept of love, the proof of your "other half" sounds like a load of fun until you realise there's an expiry date on that fun little deal. The beauty of this ideal world was that each soul is blessed with an ink, an ink that morphs into a phrase or a sentence, one that is uttered by their other half at one point of their lonely lives.

In this fundamentally twisted world, she was one of the few who had been blessed with one of the most horrendous soulmate one liners, "Being on time means, no overtime." One she'd gladly cover up with a long sleeved shirt, a cardigan, coat or whatever she could find- yes, she had once thought of getting a tattoo over it, but apparently that was illegal? Like, okay?

As a child, she'd stare at her forearm before glancing at her parents' palms. Both had a single word on their palms, their names. Her bestfriend had a cute phrase on her wrist, one that had her taste the bitter sweet awe at the back of tongue when she saw the boy mumble that question to her platonic soulmate, "Be my starlight?" It was sweet, adorable, swoonworthy even, but like any normal teenagers, her hormones told her a different story, "You're dying single."

As the years passed by she still clung onto some form of hope, wishing that whoever this was, was some good-looking corporate hunk and NOT SOME OLD MAN- mind you, this thought had only occurred to her when her sister had stumbled across her soulmate by accident at a cafe. The young but clumsy barista had almost dropped her coffee on her. Instead, he placed his hand in the way, smiling through the pain as he hissed, "Ain't hotter than you." Granted, Mingi was a weird dude, but he was the one her sister was destined with and as much as she admired the two pair in their late teens, the girl who had hit 21 had an epiphany, "Fate hates me."

Life went on, though. People around her were slowly reuniting with their other halves, but her- screw Plato's theory of other halves. He didn't know anything. Soon enough, she found herself coming home to an empty apartment, waking up in a cold bed, staring up at the dull ceiling, letting the silence hug her with its melancholic tune. There was not much she could do anyway, everyone would remind her not to lose hope, the ugly, rude, black ink in cursive was a sign of assurity that there was someone out there for her. Yeah, an old balding, stubby man, probably with a beer belly and all that crap- yes, this could be a horrid over exaggeration. Looks didn't matter. Personality did. That was true, but then, even if he was a sweet person, why would her other half say something so pointless? Something so blunt and rude?

Yes, that was the paradoxical dilemma that had her up on alternate nights. What if he is a good-looking hunk, but is a total prick! There was no winning in this situation. To top it all off, she had managed to somehow land herself a small little place on the corporate world- now proudly titled as a team leader, she could gladly say that this world was nothing more than a dog eat dog world and she was the bone fate had been chewing on for almost 26 years.

And when our poor, little, angel-hearted, extremely polite and definitely not bitterly sarcastic protagonist was not wailing about the ink on her forearm, she was daydreaming about choking the man on the 28th floor. The bastard who had been the bane of her existence, joining on the same day together but, oh, since he was oh so great at licking them boots, he'd managed to score a bit higher than her. Misogyny at its finest. Who cared if he wasn't even aiming for the same goal as her? Who cares if he was part of the finance team!? Sure it wasn't his fault the advertising head wasn't a fan of her, delaying her promotion till the old prick had finally retired- still, her current higher up, should have at least suffered the same way! To some extent.

"Some people are just lucky." She grimaced at the way her annoyingly sweet best friend had uttered during one of their afternoon coffees, placing a hand on hers, "And, if we remember correctly, you're the competitive one. I told you not to turn it into a competition." Yes, she did handle that situation maturely, chugging down her coffee, grumbling about how break was almost over, leaving the cafe with a, "I'll tell Seonghwa you've been eying up Choi Stupid from work."

Choi Stupid. Technically, that wasn't his name, but let's call him that. Initially, she had thought he was kinda nice, cute too, but then he was just too nice? How do you get everyone to like you? Can you actually be this nice? No, she was sure he was a snarky, mean bastard deep down- yes, he did manage to get the intern manager to like him as well, yes that man would praise Choi Stupid even if he was in the wrong, even if she did better than Choi Stupid, he was somehow appreciated that day too. Eventually she had just began to ignore him, only give him one word responses, but one thing was for sure, Choi Stupid was as competitive as her, but unlike her, luck had been on his side since the start, which is why his boss was a nice lady, while her's was Satan's retired manwhore- for sure.

And as fate would have it, with the annual dinner approaching, the teams and departments were working insynch, collaborating, especially the marketing and the finance department and although she loved such creative opportunities there was one problem- Choi Stupid by default was her boss during this project. And he had made sure to make her already miserable life ten times worse.

Never had she met someone who would say their boss was a good boss, but if you ask her, the corporate warlord she slaved away for was the worst. A true hypocrite, with a pretty face, nice smile, and a rotten,ugly heart- an overtime loving prick. One she was stuck with on HER day, happy birthday to her.

It all started when she had woken up to the doorbell ringing in the middle of the night, opening the door to her family and friends who had come to give her a surprise birthday party- hey, not her fault her birthday landed on a 'working Saturday'. So yes, like any unlucky, lonely, sad 26 year old she had celebrated her special day till around 3 A.M. before knocking out cold and waking up late for work- the best way to celebrate the new year.

With a sigh she leaned back against the chair, unsure if the creaking was coming from it or her poor back, before glancing at the wall clock, leave it to Choi Stupid to have her finishing up everyone else's tasks- technically the reports were her domain, she was team leader after all, but still, she has been here since morning, she had missed her lunch with her family and her usual afternoon coffee with her friends- what a way to enjoy the day.

There was no one else on the floor but her, a part of her wanted to abandon the work and just leave, but the more responsible portion of her soul was already busy beating her up for slacking off like this. Yawning in defeat, she hunched over the desk, glaring at the screen of her desktop, audibly sighing when the familiar clicking of shoes approached her, ignoring the way they progressively got closer.

She actually forgot about him for a moment, busy reading a report, thinking of what to add when she felt him hovering next to her, "It's bad enough you have me working on my birthday, I don't need you to baby me."

With a heavy sigh, he controlled the urge to roll his eyes, placing the coffee cup on her desk in a civil manner. What was she five? Complaining about her birthday like that, it's not his fault she was late. In fact, he had to stay overtime as well, because of her! Her presence was irritating enough, but the constant pestering of his friends about his lack of significant other had him huffing all day, especially when the boss-man asked him today, "Sannie boy, you better look for her quick, you seem to be sulking these days." He only gave the bastard a tight-lipped smile, easy to say for a man who apparently found his other half at the age of ten - oh how San would give anything remotely like that. Imagine knowing your other half for so long, hell, the only people he'd known for a while her of course, his family and friends....and....her.

"What you staring at, Choi? This part of your overtime punishment?" She snapped him back to reality, snatching the cup off the desk in a graceless manner. He didn't deserve a thank you.

He could only scoff at her reaction, pushing up his glasses before shaking his head, she was hopeless, whoever gets stuck with her probably would be sent directly to heaven- considering his punishment would be to spend the rest of his life with this creature. Giving her one more glare, he mumbled, walking away, "Being on time means no overtime."

Her body jerked at the sudden realisation, twitching as her head whipped in his direction, staring at that disgusting-or not- broad back, her lips moving quicker than her brain to process, her automatic defense system kicking in before she could stop herself, instantly having him freeze in his tracks as her voice echoed, "Oh, SCREW YOU!"

An audible gasped caught his burning ears, though he stood there in place, ever so slowly the pieces coming together, forming a picture that had him laughing at the irony.

Her hand slapped against her mouth, eyes widening when she saw him turn around and glare at her, slowly walking towards her, staring her down hard. Clearing her throat, she tried to mumble an apology- wonderful girl, make sure he hates you the moment you meet him, HELL HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS HIM THIS ENTIRE TIME!?

"S-San I-"

Her words caught up in her throat when she realised what he was doing. Approaching her with careful steps he tugged on his tie in an aggressive manner, ignoring her when she tried to speak as he trapped her between the desk and his body, popping open the first two buttons of his crisp white dressshirt with one hand, his other hand gripping her shoulder, rolling his eyes when he noticed her close hers in fear, hande covering her face.

"THIS IS HARRASSMENT-"

"Read." His calm voice cut her off, gently giving her shoulder a squeeze, signalling her to do as told.

She peeked through her fingers, scanning the exposed neck line, about to scream, or possibly kick him down south. That is when her eyes caught trace of a cursive right above his collar bone.

"What...the...hell. " With a faint whisper she lowered her hands, not noticing how he was now looking at her with a certain softness, not noticing how his hands were on her waist, too busy to notice how his face was flushed, his ears burning a bright pink when she traced the phrase on his skin with the tip of her fingers, mumbling, "Oh, screw you..."

"I can't believe it, all this time, it was you." He mumbled, letting her have her moment, but not stopping with his, staring at her with a new kind of tenderness, "I spent my entire life thinking this meant my other half would reject me...I was made fun of till this day....I just...If I had known-"

"I thought I'd be married to an old, bald suited man."

His eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes, "What...do you mean..."

"This, you fool, who says this to someone you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with?" She snorted, unbuttoning her cuff and rolling up her sleeve to show the statement on her forearm, letting him gently grip her wrist, bringing her closer so he could read, "I...yeah I see what you mean-Wow, we just had really weird things to say, huh?" He smiled, looking up at her, and for some ungodly reason, those dimpled and stupid glasses suddenly made her heart beat a little too fast for her liking.

"Speak for yourself. What I said was cool as hell." She mumbled, trying to distract herself, trying not to jump into his arms and break down, to think they met three years ago, and never knew any of this.

His brows raised at her statement, almost about to say something before choosing to lean closer to her, smirking at the way her eyes widened like a dear caught in headlights. Her hands gripped the lapels of his coat, eyes closing when he was a breath away - until she heard a soft click and his warmth disappeared.

"Oh, look, I guess you don't need to work overtime anymore." He chuckled, eying how she stood there dumbfounded, staring at the desktop he had turned off, while he placed her things in her bag for her before slinging the laptop bag over his shoulder, "I'd take your purse too...but...the red doesn't go well with my outfit."

A loud cackle resonated across the empty floor, causing Choi Stupid to smile like a mad man at the woman who was running towards the elevator with him hot on her heels behind her.

The doors closed with a ding as he glanced at her, blushing at how she was shamelessly staring back at him, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wall of the elevator with a smirk.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head, knowing he wasn't gonna like whatever was coming next.

"Lady luck ain't on your side no more, buddy."

"Why'd you say that??" He asked, raising a brow, somewhat amused at this sudden boost of energy she was now blessed with.

"Gotta spend the rest of my your pathetic life with me."

"Actually, I think I'm pretty lucky. Not only do I get to do that, I still have an hour or so before your day ends...so technically, I think you're finally getting a bit lucky there...having your other half save you and take you out on a nice relaxing dinner for your birthday."

The doors opened as he walked out, chuckling at her gasp, amusing how quick she was even in those heels.

"Save me!? From who!?"

Opening the car door for her, he gestured for her to sit and smiled while closing it, "From Choi Stupid." Laughing at the muffled whining that he could hear while he walked over to his side of the door. Truly lady luck had never left his side, because from the day he had seen her, he had wished she was the one, even when she was being her gremlin self- a part of him wished it was him.

By the time the two had gotten to the road a comfortable silence had settled between them, and a small smile had graced his lips, especially when he had felt her lace their fingers together, giving his hand a light squeeze.

She glanced at their hands, sighing in relief, grateful and somewhat pleasantly surprised, feeling a bit too giddy when he raised her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, before casually beginning to drive again.

What a birthday surprise indeed.

Taglist: @edenesth @skteezcursed @mlysalt @the-kpop-simp @spooo00oky @bunnyluvr25 @s-h-y-a @ateezswonderland

[maximotts]

girls just want to have fun ⁘ w. maximoff

listen I just... saw a tiktok yesterday and I had to get this out of my system... enjoy milf Wanda makeout sessions.. I just feel like the "I'll teach you" trope is criminally underrated

please don't flag this fic, I have warnings clearly labeled

80s milf!Wanda AU. masterlist. wc: 1.4k cw: 18+ only please. smut adjacent? talks of sex. heavy petting ig is what it's called. lots of kisses. soft dom!Wanda. perv!reader, but innocent-ish. groping. mommy kink. light dirty talk? let me know if I missed anything

"You've never had a woman's tongue in your mouth?"

Your no was barely above a whisper, shaking your head in earnest. Sitting on her couch close enough for your thighs to be brushing while her boys took their afternoon nap upstairs was surreal enough; you didn't have it in you to lie straight to Wanda's face. "I-I... have been kissed before..."

They were always fumbly, awkward things, mostly given after a few drinks or stolen between short walks from the car to your front door. Nothing deep enough to be considered a real kiss, even when you'd gotten far enough to have a girlfriend for a little while.

"And here I was thinking you were some kind of expert with how intensely you've been watching me over the past couple of weeks," Wanda laughed as you hung your head; she could practically see the steam coming out of your ears. A gentle hand rubbed your hot cheeks, coaxing your anxious eyes back up to meet eager ones. "Don't worry, honey. I'll teach you what you need to know."

Soft lips pressed against yours before you could utter another word, slow and practiced motions guiding where you remained stunned. Her thumbs grazing your jaw had your mouth parting just enough to grant Wanda's tongue entrance, the tip of the smooth muscle tracing the line of your bottom teeth before sliding over your still tongue. Your deep groan resonated through both of your mouths, the corners of Wanda's mouth turning upwards into a smile.

It was intoxicatingly sweet how quickly she could affect you, especially given her initial worry you'd reject her both for being older and having never been in a relationship with another woman. Apparently you were inexperienced in your own ways and damn if it didn't make Wanda that much more attracted to you.

As the brunette pulled back, shaky hands darted out to grab at her hips, your fists balling into her striped shirt in case she had any ideas about moving further away. "Mommy, noo..."

"Mommy?" If bolting down the street was an option, you'd have taken it, your uttered words mortifying you more than you could've ever imagined. Sure, the title had passed your lips before, but only in the privacy of your own home. To your credit though, this scenario was always a fantasy; your poor brain didn't have time to censor yourself.

Embarrassed as you were, you huddled into her, burying your face in the crook of her neck for any kind of respite. Wanda didn't let you cower for long, though, wrenching you away despite your pitiful protests. "Oh you're precious, please don't hide. You want another kiss, sweet pea?"

"Yes please-" Manners always went a long way with Wanda; the added please might've been the only thing that kept her from chastising how unceremoniously you pulled her in for a second kiss, arms wound around the older woman's neck to crash her into you.

This time as your lips locked, Wanda's hands wandered, shamelessly tapping at your knee until your legs parted, an easy request giving her access to your bare inner thighs. Perfectly manicured fingernails raked gently over your soft skin, tantalizing made up patterns leaving you shuddering as you eagerly welcomed her tongue on yours again.

"And have you let anyone touch you here before?" Her fingertips brushed over your center, electric even through your denim shorts. When you nodded, Wanda felt her own sting of jealousy, annoyed at whichever faceless human got to you before she could. She shook the feeling away, vowing inwardly that if she wouldn't be your first, she'd be your last.

"Naughty girl.. did you like it?" Filters gone in place of your need, you managed a quiet moan of a yes, remembering past orgasms and inserting Wanda into them instead.

Subtle as Wanda tried to be, you sensed her disappointment and peppered her face with desperate kisses, "I don't want them anymore... just you."

And you meant it; Wanda trumped any girl that'd ever been on your radar. Caring, self-assured, and oh so very flirty, it took no time at all for her obsession with her to grow and to whatever extent she wanted you too, there was no way you'd ever pass her up.

It pained Wanda to admit your sweet admission made her grumpiness subside, she wasn't known to waver so easily for anyone but her children, but she'd much rather see you smiling than distressed- in this context at least. "Fine then, you'll get to teach me something and we'll learn together, how's that?"

You agreed instantly, offering sloppy kisses down the column of Wanda's pale throat while needy hands grabbed her wrist, holding her in place to rut against. It didn't matter there were two layers of fabric barriers, you needed whatever friction you could get, body rendered desperate from the mere notion of Wanda's long fingers stretching you open. "Teach me now?"

If she wasn't so Type A maybe she'd have lingered, but alas, Wanda had tasks to do. Besides, there was nothing wrong with leaving something for her new lover to look forward to. "Oh honey, I can't. Not now, I have to get dinner started before nap time's over."

"Please, I can be quick?" Whines echoed from your lips to her exposed sternum where you'd been laying your latest set of kisses. Truly you were merely going off how fast you'd brought yourself to orgasm while thinking of Wanda in the past; it never took long once your brain wandered to how pretty you think she'd look laid out on display, one hand teasing her full breasts and the other working tirelessly at her clit, needy and calling out your name...

The one time you'd caught her was burned into your memory forever.

"You deserve better than 'quick' for your firsts with me," Someone would think she was kicking you out for good with the fuss you were making, wiggling and grinding into her open palm before she wrenched it away. Wanda gave you one last proper kiss, tongue licking over your lips to apologize for the red swell she'd caused in them, and then she was up like it was nothing, standing and stretching, ignoring your fruitless pawing.

A nuzzle and tug of your hair settled you, the subtle dominance reminding you to behave. "Be a good girl and stay for dinner, I'm making your favorite. If you want, you can stay over too; Billy and Tommy have been begging for a sleepover with their favorite babysitter."

"As long as you don't make me eat brussel sprouts again," You would've stayed anyways; you always used any excuse you could to stay near her. Sleeping over wasn't new really, having fallen asleep on the couch numerous times when watching the twins and groggily waking to Wanda tucking a thick blanket over you and, if she thought you were snoozing, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You weren't technically their babysitter, just a neighbor who'd clung to Wanda since the day she showed up at your door with a charming smile and welcome basket. With how much you loved hanging out with the pair of five year olds, it was natural Wanda ask you to watch them for an afternoon here or there and you can't think of a time you'd ever denied her requests. Even when it meant sleeping in your crush's living room and trying not to touch yourself to the thought of Wanda sleeping -or not sleeping- in a bed right above your head.

Today though, something in her voice led you to believe you'd be somewhere cozier than the couch. If your mouth didn't get you in trouble first. "You know, most girls wouldn't make me wait hours... are you sure we can't-"

"I'll make you wait days if it means you'll learn patience." Wanda hummed, bending over to hold your face in her hands, admiring your comically blown pupils and rosy cheeks, "If you ever think about letting anyone else come close to touching your greedy little pussy, you'll both have hell to pay. Got it?"

Her tone was so serious, deadly straight expression letting on just how much she meant what she said, but as she scratched behind your ears, you melted. Lovestruck face willingly on display while you agreed, shamelessly ogling the view of her tits while Wanda was folded over, there was no way you'd fuck this glorious opportunity up now. "Never ever, promise."

[buckysgrace]

I both love and hate that Billy won’t admit his true feelings to a girl he cares about. That’s just so canon. I can see him the second he starts having feelings, freaking out in his head and distancing himself. Poor Bills 😫 Maybe that’s why I love fanfic where he has a happy ending. He really deserves one

Idk if you were asking for little blurbs but, that’s what you GET! <3

Ughhhh same same. I think he’s just so…. Fearful perhaps? Really afraid and stubborn to just open up and share what he feels (also also also the fear of being abandoned is soooo strong when he’s with someone he cares about in my opinion).

So then yes he starts distancing himself because it’s easier for him to put up those walls before he gets hurt, but maybe you’re also a little stubborn. Or just oblivious. And despite the fact that he is really trying to get away from you, you just can’t let that happen. <3

I think he’d be pretty strict on you two being “Just friends.” No arguments, he’s too scared to fully talk about labels or that he’d like you enough to consider you to be his partner (he’s crazy about you).

And I think you’d also have to deal with this man staring at you just all the time. He loves eye contact already but he also just loves to memorize how you look?? Definitely has your little quirks down and when you ask him why he’s staring he’s always gonna say you have something on your face lmao.

I think he’s also like reserved about physical touch? Very scared of accidentally hurting you at first and it’s just so uncommon to him that he gets all nervous and his hands get all sweaty and clammy lol. But once he’s over that?? He’s touching you all the time, everywhere and it doesn’t matter who’s around lol.

And so yeah maybe he won’t admit that he’s absolutely whipped and crazy about you but I think you could certainly tell by his gestures? Soft nose kisses, tracing your lips and holding you close any time he can <3

He will definitely refer to you as his pretty girl (or pretty boy whichever you prefer). I think he’d definitely warm up to like baby or babe but calling his person pretty really warms his heart <3

Piggybacking off of that like… he would get so flustered and defensive if you compliment him. Would act like he cannot believe you did such a thing and pshhh, him? Pretty?? Absolutely cannot handle you saying such things about him. He knows he’s attractive but something about you saying it so gently, so sweetly and softly makes his knees weak.

Okay and I think at first too he just… is not the best gift giver. He has not had that practice before so it’s not necessarily sloppy but when he buys you things it would be within the hobby that you enjoy, but more of his style (for instance if you like reading he’s 100% getting you his favorite genre or book). Which is also, sweet but I do think he’s observant enough that after the first few times he truly understand what you like and what you don’t like.

I also think he’s down with restaurant dates and going to the movie theater and what not but I truly believe he loves to do things that are more sensual and deep? He’s definitely a late night, lying under the stars and having deep talks kind of guy. It takes a lot for him to open up but you best believe he has you memorized like the back of his hand.

AND I also think he is just such a gentleman?? Holding the door open for you, holding your hand as you step up a curb, giving you his jacket?? All of those omg.

I think he’d also ask your parents permission to date/marry you and all of that stuff (granted you have a good relationship with him). He just seems like he’d really want to have a good relationship with them too??

I’d also like to think that he just admits his feelings just randomly, maybe not even fully realizing he did it either?? Say you’re sat together on your couch early on a Saturday morning watching cartoons, definitely a little hungover, and he’s just like “You know I love you, right?”

And you’re just so taken aback and this is definitely not the scene that you imagined (neither did he) but it just works. Takes a lot for you to muster the words back because how emotional would that be?? Then he’d just squeeze your knee with a little smile and settle back into comfortable silence 🥺

Idk if any of this made sense but but he’s just my special little guy I luv him very dearly hehe

[roxygen22]

SNIFFLES

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: Ben/Bean (age 2) and reader (mom) are sick. Willy takes care of you both.

C/W: Illness but nothing graphic

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You hadn't experienced this level of exhaustion since Ben was a newborn. The poor dear had been down with a cold for three days now. His hacking cough and stuffy nose kept him from getting comfortable enough to rest well at night, causing him to be lethargic and clingy all day. Granted, you enjoyed the snuggles, but you would give anything to have your happy, energetic Ben back. Unfortunately, though, you caught his cold with the constant closeness.

Willy was accustomed to coming home to happy noises of reading, playing, or cooking. But on the third day of illness in the Wonka household, there was nothing but silence to greet him upon entry except the occasional sniffles coming from the study. Willy came around the sofa with a pitiful pout on his face. You and Ben were just lounging on the sofa staring at the fire. You had a book in hand, but neither of you had the energy to look at it.

"Oh, [y/n]. You, too?" Willy took in the sight of your pale skin and dark circles under your eyes as he picked Ben up from your lap. Normally very excited to see his papa, the boy just nestled his head into the crook of Willy's neck and sucked his thumb. He could feel heat radiating from the little body. Willy then gently rested the back of his hand against your forehead. "Both of you are running a fever."

"I believe it," you responded weakly after clearing your throat. "My skin hurts. I'm hot and cold at the same time, and I can't breathe through my nose. Ben hasn't been able to get comfortable all day, either."

"I'm home now, so you should go rest."

"No, I need to get dinner started," you argued while trying (but failing) to sit up on the couch.

"Nonsense. You can't pour from an empty cup, my sweet," Willy chided as he helped you up with his spare hand. "Why don't you go take a hot steaming bath while I make my mamma's soup recipe? It's sure to help you feel better." You opened your mouth to speak before he held up a finger, "Before you say it, don't worry about Bean. I've got him. Let me take care of you, too."

You conceded. You knew arguing further with Willy once his mind was made up was an exercise in futility in your current state. Most of the time, your stubborness rivaled his, but not this day. Your fatigue outweighed the guilt of temporarily relinquishing your [self-imposed] role of caretaker.

You made your way to the bath, thankful for Willy's contraption that provided hot water on demand.* Once the tub was filled, you sank down into the water with a long sigh. Your muscles protested as you went about your normal ablutions, but the steam did wonders for your ability to breathe. You felt semi-human again as you stepped out and toweled off.

Willy was a bit slow-going on the soup since one arm was busy supporting the toddler on his hip. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boys. Their matching curly hair was in disarray thanks to the humidity from the soup. Ben looked up, alerting Willy to your presence in the kitchen with a quiet "mamma" as he reached for you. That was a rarity when Willy was home, preferring you only if he was tired or sick. Ben and his papa were as thick as thieves.

Willy turned around from the stove to look at you as he handed you the boy. "It's nice to see some color in your cheeks again, even if it's just from the warmth of the bath. Did it help?"

"A bit. I can actually breathe through my nose at the moment."

He chuckled and went back to stirring. "Good, good. Soup should be ready in a couple of minutes." You set Ben in his high chair and started to grab bowls and bread before Willy good-naturedly scolded you. "Nuh-uh. Sit." You pursed your lips and glared but complied nonetheless.

Willy set the table and dished out the soup. He scooted Ben's high chair closer to help him eat so you could focus on feeding yourself. The soup looked amazing, leaving you longing to actually be able to smell or taste it. Instead, you just enjoyed the warmth as it soothed your scratchy throat.

The family slowly ate their dinner in relative silence. Unable to smell or taste, Ben quickly lost interest and begged to be held. Willy obliged and set the boy in his lap. Having ate your fill, you pushed the bowl back and stood up to clear the table.

Willy tutted at you. "[Y/N]. I've. Got. This. Now. Go. To. Bed." Ben, however, was not ready to let you out of his sight. Reaching up to you from Willy's lap with grabby hands and pouty lip, he whimpered. Before you could react, Willy turned the boy around to face him instead. "Now Bean, Mamma takes good care of us all the time. It's our turn to take care of her. She is going to go night night a little early. You and I, little man, are going to read a story after we clean up the kitchen." Over Ben's head, you saw Willy mouth to you, "Go."

You smiled, blew a kiss, and quickly made your exit before Ben turned around. It felt deceitful, but if anyone could keep Ben distracted, it was Willy. You could faintly hear Willy bustling around the kitchen singing the clean-up song without further complaint from the boy.

Satisfied that Ben was in good hands and relatively happy, you readied yourself for bed. After two nights of interrupted sleep and a full day of fever, you were practically unconscious before your head even hit the pillow. You slept solidly for hours before you woke with a start. Why is it quiet? Where are the boys?

You tiptoed to Ben's room, avoiding the planks in the floor that tended to creak. You found Willy in the rocking chair, feet propped up and holding Ben upright on his chest so the boy could breathe freely. You picked up a blanket from Ben's bed and covered them both, taking in the sweet scene. "Rest well, my loves," you whispered before retreating back to bed.

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*Remember, Willy is an inventor, so it's totally plausible that this fictional character invented the precursor to the modern water heater, lol.

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Find more "My Little Cocoa Bean" shorts on my masterlist.

[latenightdaydreams]

Oh, Author. To be in your presence (asks) one again is such a delight. With you and your divine power (writing)... Will you care to bless this lady by fulfilling her simple request? 🙏

Upon your Sub!König revelation (headcanon), a thought - a need - has been lingering in my mind for far too long. According to the scripture, it has mentioned König loves to be financially dominated. If this is true, grant us with the vision of Reader purchasing the best and the most expensive items - cough, toys and lingerie, cough - in the market as some sort of surprise for König. But it comes off as shocking news to him when he finds out whose is it for... It isn't meant for Reader at all. It's all meant for him. I am quite sure we know what ensues next: Our supposedly intimidating giant in lingerie, being teased and pleasured by toys 🤭

Sigh, what a sight to behold. A sight I shall engrave in my mind. Oh, and to add a little bit of a personal spice preference: Konig addresses Dom!Reader as "Meisterin (Mistress)".

Why such an absurd request? Unfortunately, I have quite the fascination for pathetic submissive men. And what better candidate to push into such abyss but our man König 😮‍💨🤌

Anyway, breaking out of my weird, poor attempt at formal speech. I hope you have a great day/night ahead and have been recovering from the pain you mentioned before 🫂 Take plenty of rest, stay hydrated and eat well, alright? Here's plenty of love that hopefully breaks your device screen and ends up san mothering you: ❤️💕💞💓💗🩷💖💝

You're so sweet🩷 Thank you for wishing me well! I also love how you wrote this hahaha

Submissive König is such a baby girl. I always think of this artist work! @ marndraws on twitter😮‍💨 They draw amazing sub/soft König.

A Little Treat (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

Sub Head Canon

>cw: fem/afab, bondage, toys, oral, sub/dom

1.4k word count

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While sitting at his desk in the office, his phone goes off. The ringtone he has set only for you. He pushes himself back from the desk to check the message.

“Send $1,000🩷,”

König can’t help but to smile and he sends you 2k and text back, “I sent extra just in case. Love you.”

Standing in the middle of a high-end sex shop, you look down at your phone and smile. König is always so sweet. You walk forward to a classic maid outfit on the rack inspecting it. A kind woman wearing a black suit comes over with a kind smile.

“May I help you in any way?”

“Yes, actually. Do you carry this in XXXL?”

Once you get home, König hears the car pull up. He quickly abandons his work to rush downstairs and assist you. His eyes land on you ask you wait for him inside the car. In a hurry, he opens the driver’s door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.

“The bags are in the back seat.” You say as he kisses your hand.

“I’ll grab them.” König lets go of your hand and grabs four bags out of the back. His eyes widen as he sees where the bags are from. Excitement rushes through his body. “Liebling, what do you have planned for tonight?”

A small smirk crosses your lips. “You’ll see.”

You walk ahead of König as you both enter the house. Going straight upstairs to the bedroom, you sit on the bed as he places the bags on top of your shared dresser. His eyes gloss over you as he walks to you.

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You turn your head up for him as he leans down and kisses your lips tenderly.

“Danke…” His voice was low as he pulls away from the kiss; looking at you with such adoring eyes.

“Are you ready to see what I got?”

“Ja, absolutely.”

“Sit.” You stand and walk over to the bags and bring them to him.

König sits wide eyed as you pull out a riding crop. He can feel his dick tingle slightly, thinking of your ass jiggling once he hits it. Then a pair of handcuffs; his eyebrows raise in surprise. He continues to watch as you pull out many types of toys and his cock gets hard. Then you hold up a maid’s outfit…clearly not in your size. He tilts his head.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately; I want to treat you.”

“Das ist für mich?”

“All for you.” You say, holding the outfit out to him. “Try it on.”

He stands slowly and grabs the outfit. You sit on the bed opening the packaging to some toys as he gets dressed. König stands there looking at himself in the mirror. His muscles bulging in the tight outfit.

Stepping out of the bedroom, König sees you fully undressed. His jaw drops as he looks up and down your body.

“You look so hot König.”

He blushes and looks down at his own body before bashfully looking back up at you. “Ja?”

“Yes… come here.”

He walks to stand in front of you, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you. You reach up to caress his body, feeling his muscles underneath the fabric of the outfit. A hand dropping down to go under the skirt of the outfit, grabbing his hard cock.

“My handsome boy…” The words leave in a whisper as you walk around him, grabbing the cuff and placing them on his wrist.

You turn and walk to the bed, beckon him to follow you. The giant war criminal listens to you, no questions asked. “Bend over.”

He bends over the bed. His muscular ass showing from underneath the skirt of the maid’s outfit. You rub your hand over his ass before spanking lightly. Reaching for the riding crop, you step back and lightly tap his ass. No reaction. You reach back further and hit him with it again. He jumps slightly before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?”

“Ja.”

“Yes what?” You hit him again. A small red mark appearing on his pale skin.

“Ja Meisterin.”

“That’s my good boy.” You spank him a few more times. Reaching down, you grasp his balls and tug on them slightly before spanking him again. His body jumping slightly, making you giggle as you spank him once more.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Meisterin.” The tone of his voice so tender.

“Good boy. Now lay on your back for me.” He maneuvers himself further onto the bed, rolling on to his back as he waited for your next move.

You go through one of the bags and find tape, nipple clamps, and a small pink vibrator. In one hand you hold the items and walk to the bed. With one finger you begin to flick his nipples, getting them hard. Once his pink nipples were erect, you place the clamps on them.

König winced slightly, but then bit his lower lip. “My little pain slut.” You giggle as you tug on the chain connected to the clamps. Standing off the bed, you walk around it, lightly hitting his abdomen with the riding prop.

König’s eyes are following your every move, watching as you walk in front of him and lift the skirt again, exposing his erection. Your hand wraps around it and begins to stroke his cock every so slightly. Spitting on it to lubricate it. König lets out shuttered breaths as you so this, the tip of his cock leaking even more precum.

Letting go, you get the small vibrator out, turning it on the first setting, then rubbing it on the underside of his cock’s head. His eyes go wide as he feels the vibration. He’s never tried touching himself with a toy before.

“You have to tell me which setting you like best.” You say as you switch through all five settings. On the third quick burst of vibrations, you see König begin to twitch.

“Tha- that one.” He manages to get out. “Bitte meine Meisterin.”

“Perfect.” The tape was easy to pull as you begin to wrap it around his boner, securing the vibrator to him. His legs twitch as he closes his eyes. A firm hand reaching down, grasping his jaw. “Open your eyes.”

He listens, his eyes instantly falling to your breasts. His mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation he is feeling right now.  Without breaking your eye contact, you climb up on to the bed and staddle his abdomen. You begin to grind your wet cunt along his solid belly, covering him in your arousal. A moan escaping your lips as König watches you do this with an intense gaze.

“Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Please Meisterin, please let me taste your pussy.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” Your legs move up until your lingering over his face, but facing to you can see his body. “Rub your nose in it.”

König uses his strong core to lean up and bury his aquiline nose deep into your pussy; taking in a deep breath as he does. Your smell is like candy to him, he can’t get enough. Slowly his tongue comes out and begins to lick between your pink folds. Thick globs of your creamy arousal being scooped up by his tongue.

In response you begin to rock your hips, matching his rhythm. Fingers going through his hair and pulling tightly. “Just like that.”

You lean forward and begin to stroke the shaft of him cock, his hips beginning to buck up into your hand rapidly. “Someone wants to cum…” You tease, feeling his head nod underneath you as he moans into your cunt.

“Will you cum for me?”

His hips begin to thrust quicker into your hand as his moans become louder. His tongue movements less precise and more erratic, like he is only focused on getting a taste and not actual pleasure for you.

“Good boy, cum for master.”

You lead forward so your ass if hoovering over his face instead of sitting on it. His balls tighten as his cock throbs. He tries his hardest to put his face back into your pussy while he cums, but you don’t give him that satisfaction. Toes curling as you leave him with only the view of your tight ass hole and creamy cunt.

His cock shoots out cum, the thick creamy cum falling on to your hand and his abdomen.

“Oh fuck!” König moans loudly. The vibration on the tip of his now extremely sensitive head was driving him wild. “Please, it’s too much now.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you sit back down on his face. “Cum again for me."

[sorceresssundries]

The Stars of Simril

Pairing: Gale x Tav (gn)

Summary: Gale and Tav sit together on the night of Simril, stargazing and storytelling. SFW.

Find it on AO3

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This was all @alpydk's beautiful idea!! All I did was try and breathe a little life into it. I hope you like it.

'Simril was chiefly celebrated after dark, when the stars were visible across the sky. Celebrants located stars associated with their own births, or with their ancestors. Those without a lucky star could purchase star maps from merchants to help divine which belonged to them, based on when and where they were born. Cloudy weather was considered especially favorable on Simril, as finding one's star on an overcast sky was viewed as a blessing from Tymora. Simril was celebrated outside, with people trying to stay awake the entire night gathered around bonfires with plenty of music, food, and warm drinks.'

Gale Dekarios sat atop an old, abandoned rooftop underneath an obscured night sky and thought of his mother. Back home in Waterdeep, the city would be alive with laughter and music, the streets would be filled with the chiming joy of children energised by the thrill of the nightlong festival of Simril. They would eat sweets, dance to music and no doubt be fast asleep in the arms of relieved parents before dawn broke. But, for a little while, bedtime was a burden for tomorrow and tonight was for finding stars and receiving blessings. 

Ever since Gale was a boy, he and his mother had their own cherished tradition. The stakes were simple but high - the first to spot a Dekarios star would earn a silver shard, to be cast into the harbour waters with a wish. Gale's mother had always assured him that wishes made under the family's lucky star on the night of Simril were destined to come true. Gale would win every year, and it was only now he was alone, he realised it was because she always let him. It pained Gale to think that, year after year, he had wished for new magic, power, or knowledge. All he wished for now was the warm familiarity of home.

From down here, the vast expanse of space appeared serene and tranquil. It was almost impossible to believe it held a symphony of life echoing through the planes. Perhaps, he pondered, there existed another soul on a distant world, beneath another clouded sky, gazing upward and thinking of their mother. He hoped so. It made him feel a little less alone.

“Care for some company?” Gale turned to see Tav at the top of the ladder, clutching a bottle of wine and two glasses. He should have known they would find his hiding spot. He supposed taking a blanket up to an abandoned rooftop in the wilderness wasn’t exactly subtle. He was glad Tav found him. 

“Only if it’s yours” he said with a smile, and turned his face back towards the sky.

“You’ve picked a poor night for stargazing” Tav placed themselves on the blanket next to him, and their familiar, comforting woodsy scent wrapped round him and reminded him of the giant bonfires which would send smoke up to the star-speckled Waterdhavian sky. 

“Ah, that is where you are wrong.” He looked at Tav with a glint of magic in the warmth of his eyes. “A cloudy sky is a good omen on the night of Simril. If you manage to find your star when the sky is overcast, you are granted a blessing from Tymora. The lady of luck herself.”

“Your star?” Tav laughed but was not surprised. If anyone was to have ownership of a star, it would be Gale. 

“Every resident of Waterdeep has a star associated with them. Chosen based on birth and ancestry. Mine is up there, somewhere.” His voice sounded wistful, and Tav knew he was aching for his home. They didn’t say anything, just joined him in his silence and waited for him to continue.

“Some years, the sky was so clear and stars so bright you could practically breathe them in. As a child, I would spend the whole evening with moon-filled eyes and lungs full of stardust. I would stay up all night and watch my star, thinking it belonged to me.” Tav thought they saw a shimmer in his eyes, but it was quickly blinked away. “How odd, to think of the naiveties we grow out of; to think there was a whole person fighting through sleep to hang his small childlike hopes on a star that was never his.”

Tav let the moment sit, and considered their own past. “I wish I had a star” they whispered with soft longing.

“Well then, come on!" Gale rose to his feet, extending a hand to lift Tav up beside him. With a graceful sweep of his hand and a whispered incantation, he commanded the sky to transform, shedding its veil to reveal a pristine expanse of stars shimmering above them. Though they remained on their rooftop, it felt as though the heavens had opened up just to grant them a few hours of unobstructed wonder. Gale's voice was a soft murmur as he turned to Tav, excitement flashing in his eyes. "Let's find you a star."

“Isn’t this cheating?” Tav laughed “I thought part of the custom was to find your lucky star in spite of the clouds?’

“Let’s make our own luck shall we?”

Positioned behind Tav, Gale gently placed a hand on their waist, the warmth of his touch grounding them as they both gazed up at the celestial display. With his free hand, he began to trace a path among the twinkling lights, pointing out constellations that clustered together like families. He explained the stories behind them with the bright, clear confidence of someone who knew them by heart. He painted the night sky with the vibrant hues of mythology and wonder.

He spoke of Belnimbra's Belt, a constellation of five stars named for the legend of the first human female to have been turned into a swanmay. He recounted how she was relentlessly pursued by Lathander, God of the rising Dawn.

His hand swept across the Galleon Nebula, and his arm tightened around Tav’s waist as he spoke with soft reverie about how it is two million miles long and resembles a celestial ship forever destined to row itself across the sea of night. 

He told of the tragedy of Cassima, a maiden who was accused of evil witchcraft and burned at the stake. Selûne took pity on her, and transformed Cassima into a phoenix to rise in glory and join her in the heavens. Her star still flames bright in defiance of those who condemned her.

After he finished, he ran his hand along Tav’s bare arm and lifted their hand with his own to point out unmentioned stars.

“Pick one, and it’s yours” His voice was a delicate promise. “In hundreds of years time, lovestruck fools will tell your heroic story under a cloudy, Simril sky to enchant their beloved, and the other stars will flicker with envy.”

Tav blushed and nudged him playfully. “I’m no hero, wizard. Just a lost soul”. The sky, which to Gale was a memorised book of well-loved stories in a familiar language, was to Tav nothing more than a blank canvas of light and mirrors, blinking their own loneliness back at them. Tav knew as little of the stars as they did their own past.

“I don’t know anything about my birth or my ancestors, or even the stars. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Well, then it’s lucky you’re with an astronomical expert.” He pointed their entwined hands at a small, clear light a little way apart from the larger groups. The slightly brighter of two stars so close they almost looked like they were touching. 

“What about that one?” Gale was holding Tav so tightly now it could not be described as anything other than an embrace. Tav could feel the steady rise-and-fall of his chest against their back, and the rhythm of it calmed their dancing heart.

“I like that one, what’s it called?”

“Not all of them have a name yet, that one is unclaimed. A clean slate. All yours.” his thumb stroked Tav’s wrist as he brought their arm back down, and he wrapped himself around them fully. “Of course, you will have to be ok with sharing a little bit of the night sky” Tav thought they felt a soft kiss against their hair. “I picked the one right next to mine.”

Tav didn’t say anything, but Gale felt a warm tear fall against the skin of his arm. They stayed there for a while, stargazing, until the dull ache of tiredness started to crack through Gale’s illusion. Soon it would be the end of Simril, and the start of a new day. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get your lucky blessing” said Tav as they descended the ladder. 

“That’s ok.” He offered with the warmth Tav’s company had re-ignited in him. “Who needs lady luck, when I have you looking out for me?” 

“Speaking of which!...” Tav said with excitement. “I found a whole collection of enchanted rings buried in the village, so you should be set for a while..” 

The two of them walked together back to camp, laughing and chatting with the ease of two people falling in love - their hands occasionally brushing against each other, mirroring two almost-touching stars which had just appeared, faint and winking, in the sky above them.

Back in Waterdeep, A tired Morena Dekarios stood at Deepwater harbour, looking up at the distant light of her son’s star. Not as bright as it had been, nor as bright as it would be. But still there, nonetheless - defiant and hopeful. She cast a silver shard into the moonlit water and wished that, somewhere, her son was safe and cared for.

[meidui]

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These two boys need to stop thinking about it and get together.

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[rosellacwrites]

Sharp Dressed Man — Part 2

summary: Steven wants to know just how much you like his suit.

pairings: Steven Grant x AFAB!Reader (otherwise undescribed), implied Marc Spector x AFAB!Reader, implied Jake Lockley x AFAB!Reader

rating: E. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

warnings: suit kink, D/s dynamics (softDom!Steven my beloved), voyeurism, thigh riding

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: Written for the Moon Knight Spring Bingo @moonknight-events — this is entry #2 for our favorite square, Thigh Riding! Direct continuation of Sharp Dressed Man — Part 1. Happy reading!

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Steven’s never been good at hiding his inner self from you. Transparent as glass, he broadcasts every emotion that passes through him, no matter how small. So whenever he comes home from a fight, it’s not hard for you to guess how it’s gone.

Poorly, and he sinks into your softness, wanting comfort, needing reassurance that he hasn’t failed in his duties and you still love him no matter what. Well, and he’s cocky, strutting, endearingly full of himself but never arrogant; those are the nights on which interesting things tend to happen.

Nights like those, he lets his well-hidden dominant streak out to play, but it’s not the kind most would recognize. He could be rough with you, if he wanted; he’s strong enough to throw you around a little, if you asked, but that’s not his way. It’s so subtle, so soft and gentle, that neither of you had even realized what he was doing at first.

When you’d thought of domination before, you’d thought of ropes and whips and cuffs, sluts and whores and daddies; all those have their place in someone’s bedroom, but you have no desire for them to enter yours. But tender words of praise, feather-light strokes and worshipful attentions, playful teasing drawing your pleasure out and out and out until you’re mindless and begging: those things, you crave.

And lucky for you, Steven’s bloody good at giving them to you.

Sometimes you think it’s the contrasts of him that you love best: the gentle heart and brilliant mind and sweetheart soul, all housed in the body that knows a hundred different ways to kill someone. The mellow comforting voice, sweet and rich as chocolate, that can murmur cherished pet names and filthy suggestions in the same breath. The deep brown puppy-dog eyes, that can gaze at you with love and wonder or scorch your skin. Marc and Jake are complex enough men, in truth, but their desires are more straightforward.

But whoever Steven has recently been fighting, you know they won’t be bothering any of your boys again for quite a while, because tonight is one of those nights.

“Do you feel like playing tonight, love?” He takes a seat on the end of your bed, strong thighs spread wide, and pats one in invitation when you nod eagerly. “Come give me a little kiss, then.” True to your request, he’s left his suit on; faithful to the end, your Steven.

You perch on his lap, winding your arms around him to keep your balance, and bow your head to his. He drinks in all the little sounds you make, and you don’t realize it but your hands are roaming from his curls to his shoulders to his back to his waist and back again, growing more restless by the minute. When he feels you begin to squirm in his lap, the muscles of your thighs tensing against each other, he pulls back from you.

“Poor little thing,” he croons. “Do you need more?” You nod, wide-eyed and desperate, and he smiles up at you. “I’ll take care of you, darling. Don’t I always?”

“Always,” you agree. And it’s true: he always does. They all do.

“Why don’t you start by taking your clothes off for us, then?”

This isn’t your first time playing this game; it’s phrased as a question, but you know better. Obediently, you stand up and begin to strip, and when you turn your back to Steven for a moment, you’re glad you chose the nice matching set today. The tall antique mirror, placed opposite the bed for just these occasions, reflects you in triplicate, but you know what Steven sees. “Are they watching?” you ask breathlessly.

Steven smiles at you as he takes off his jacket. “‘Course they are. They’d never miss a show like this.” He rolls up his sleeves, and you bite your lip to hold back a whine at the way the snowy linen and leather frame the muscles of his forearm. You don’t even realize you’re staring until he clears his throat with an amused huff.

“Sorry,” you stammer, suddenly noticing that you’d frozen in the middle of working your jeans down. Steven just shakes his head fondly.

“You’re enough to make a bloke get a swelled head, you know,“ he says. “Looking at me like that and all.”

Oh, Steven, so sweetly self-deprecating even when he’s in the process of seducing you. “Oh, sorry,” you retort. “You must not be able to see how handsome you are because I’m blocking the mirror.” Fully nude now, you saunter back toward him, feeling the heat of his dark eyes on your body.

“Cheeky thing.” God, he’s tempting, the way he’s leaning back on his hands, grinning at you. His long legs are still spread in a way that you despise on the Tube but love in your bedroom. “Now. What shall I do with you?”

“You could kiss me some more,” you suggest innocently. He laughs and draws you back down to his lap. In your hyper-aroused state, you fancy you can feel the weave of his suit imprinting its pattern on your skin, and the whisper of friction makes you squirm.

“I think I’d like to play a different game,” he murmurs. “I think… I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“What’s the catch?” There’s always a catch.

“There’s no catch, love. Just answers.” He strokes your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Why do you like my suit so much?”

“I…” You don’t know what answer he’s looking for, exactly. “It’s just — so fancy, but I know what it’s meant for… it’s like — James Bond or something. Dapper and deadly.” Your face feels warm against the cool leather of his glove; it’s not something you can really explain, the instant rush of heat you’d felt at the sight of him dressed like that. “You look so handsome in it…”

“You like the way it feels, yeah?” He smiles. “And don’t try to tell me otherwise. Couldn’t keep your hands off me when I walked in.”

You know better than to hide anything from him. He knows you far too well, and takes every opportunity to learn more. “Yes,” you whisper, unable to keep from touching him even when called out, and he chuckles.

“Thought so. What else do you like about it?”

“It’s — so perfect. Fits all of you just right…” It’s like you’re hypnotized; you couldn’t look away from him if you tried. “It shines, like the moon.”

“You’re making Marc a bit jealous, you know,” he murmurs with a laugh in his voice. “You’ve never made such a fuss about his.”

“His is cool, but…” Your words trail off when he ducks his head and takes your nipple gently between his teeth. A little whimper escapes you with your exhale, and he lets you go again.

“Jake says I’m letting my mouth run away with me again,” he says, almost to himself. “‘Fuck her already, pendejo,’ he says. Rude.” He tuts. “That man has no appreciation for the art of seduction.” This is, in fact, a blatant, towering lie, but you know better than to call it out. “But I suppose you do deserve a reward for answering my questions…”

“Oh, please,” you breathe, squirming again; your leg brushes up against his cock, straining against the pristine fabric of his trousers, and he makes a rumbling sort of sound. “Please, Steven…”

“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to tempt me into touching you, aren’t you?” He narrows his eyes at you, and you immediately protest.

“I wasn’t trying to, it’s just — kind of hard to miss, you’re so — “

“Oh! Flattery, now!” He’s laughing outright, not unkindly. “You really are pulling out all the stops, darling. Just for that…”

Your eyes go wide. “Just for what?”

He takes your chin in his hand, and tilts your face down to his. “You’re trying so hard to make me touch you — well, I’m not going to.”

“Steven!” you wail. “You can’t do this to me — I need you… been waiting all day for you to get home and make me come…”

“Oh, I never said you didn’t get to come,” he says airily. “That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?”

“Then what — “

“You’re going to do all the work, and I’m going to be the lucky bastard with the front row seat.” His hands land on your hips and he guides you to turn around and face him, straddling his leg. “Your hands like the way my suit feels, don’t they? Let’s see what else likes it.”

With a jolt you realize exactly what he means, and he watches the understanding heat cross your face. “I — I don’t want to spoil it…” Your hips don’t care about such things. They’re already rocking against him, even as you protest, and his smile has a wicked edge to it.

“It’s so perfect, yeah?” he coaxes, and his voice sends a shiver through you. “All nice and clean? Go on then. Make a mess of me.”

“Won’t Khonshu….” You can’t finish the thought, too overwhelmed by the gentle drag of the textured fabric against your cunt. You were already primed for it, ready for a single fingertip to send you soaring, and you’re so sensitive that each individual thread feels like an exquisite assault. In the back of your mind, you know this is what you’d wanted, the second he’d walked through that door; somehow, he always seems to know the deepest, strangest desires of your heart, and he won’t rest until he makes them all come true.

“I’m Mr Knight, aren’t I?” he laughs, leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat. “I should be entitled to wear my fair lady’s favor into battle. Not quite what the knights of old had in mind though, innit?” You moan at the thought of him plunging back into the fray, your slick still drying on his suit.

He buries his face in you as you ride the hard muscle of his thigh, his messy curls and shadow of stubble tickling your breasts. “God, your tits are perfection,” comes his muffled voice from your cleavage. There’s too much give in the bed, and the way it dips under him as you grind is just enough to keep you chasing after your peak, getting agonizingly close but never quite reaching it. You grit your teeth and clutch silky handfuls of his waistcoat, no longer caring about spoiling its perfection.

Steven, always so attuned to you, senses your need and tears himself away from your breasts. “Do you need a little help, love?” You mewl in agreement, and he chuckles. “Use your words, then. Ask me for what you need, and I’ll give it to you, as much as you want.”

You tell him that you just need a little more pressure, right there, and when his hand slips between you and him, you’re off like a rocket, wailing and soaking his trousers.

“Gorgeous,” he purrs in your ear when you drop, panting and helpless, to his shoulder. “Bloody gorgeous, you are. You’re doing so well for me.”

But doing so well carries a distinct implication: this isn’t over yet.

to be continued…

[autisticrosewilson]

Obsessed loser Grant getting purposely paired with Jason for a group project. Idk how he would do it but he would.

Also, Dick finding out and trying to say something to Jason about Grant being a FREAK and Jason is just like “Grant? The cute guy who spoken like 3 words to me? What are you talking about Dick?”

Oh my god yeah!!

Lmao poor Dick he's shaking Jason by the shoulders, frothing at the mouth, "Jay, Jason, Little Wing, please. You don't know what he's capable of. You don't know what he's DONE." He's haunted by memories of itch powder in his jock strap and the time the water cooler was spiked with laxatives. No one could prove it was Grant, but Dick KNOWS.

and Jason just laughs him off because Grant is harmless, he barely even speaks! Honestly he's nothing but sweet to Jason, pulling out his chair for him in their shared history class and saving Jason a spot at the front of the line so he always gets first pick for lunch. Jason has a casual crush, but he doesn't seriously entertain it. He doesn't really listen to Dick either, all of his complaints go in one ear and out the other as he texts Grant to decide where to meet up.

Grant is more talkative over text, he learns. More confident and with a wicked sense of humor Jason hadn't anticipated. Grant always takes a while to type out responses, but Jason figures he's just shy, maybe he's got anxiety or something. Jason tries to be extra patient and if the homemade treats Grant brings when his mom makes too much is an indication, Jason assumes it's appreciated.

Grant is genuinely moments from passing out every second they spend together, he's never been this close to Jason for this long!! He smells so good and he has such a nice voice and he's so smart. Grant makes sure to go above and beyond on his share of the work, maybe the most effort he's put into school ever, because he knows Jason often gets saddled with all the work on group projects and Grant refuses to be another one of those leeches. A glimpse at his grades prompts Jason to offer to study with him. JASON!! OFFERED!! TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM!! Grant didn't even have to force it!!! His delusional ass is convinced this is a sign Jason wants him but Jason genuinely just feels bad lmao.

Unfortunately this causes a problem, his parents notice his grades going up too. And they're thrilled initially, but he eventually has to spill he's kind of being tutored by a friend to dodge cheating allegations. Obviously Addie wants to invite the nice boy over for family dinner to thank him. Grant is sweating bullets, terrified that the carefully constructed web of lies and persona he's built for Jason is about to be shattered, the mess that is his family is going to drive Jason away before their relationship ever has a chance.

[oddballwriter]

The Moon Boys reacting to Reader crying at the end of a Movie

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Warnings: Reader is crying, there’s some mentions of reader being embarrassed about crying. Jake laughs at reader for crying but not in a mean way.

Author’s Snip: I often cry at the ends of some movies and decided it would be interesting to think about how the boys would react. 

Notes: I thought about the Barbie movie while writing this because it was the last movie I cried at the end of, but just ended up thinking about it and started quietly weeping in my room before I actually wrote something. So you have my tears to garnish this with.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

Poor, sweet, Steven looks at you and says “Well that was quite a movie, huh, love?” after the movie ends and the credits start rolling 

And then he sees you with tears in your eyes and his heart just drops

He’s of course worried because no one wants to see their lover crying 

You explain that you’re fine, the movie just got you in a really soft spot 

If you try and apologize for being “a baby” he’ll shush you and tell you that it’s alright and there’s nothing to apologize for

Marc Spector

He understands that sometimes people cry at the end of movies

He’s not exactly one of those people to do so but he’s not going to judge you

So he just leaves you be and maybe leaves you some tissues and water in case you’re really crying

“You go ahead and let that all out. I’ll be over here if you need me.”

Jake Lockley

Jake never cries (That’s a lie, he tears up at the end of Selena)

When he sees you crying after watching a movie he lets out a small laugh

But he immediately regrets it as soon as you notice and look away from him

“No. No. Beba. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. I’m sorry.” 

It’s now less about the movie and now about how embarrassed you are

He redirects it back to why you were originally crying and he tells you that it’s fine that you’re crying over the ending of the movie