#how he closes himself off and does this very small very nervous laugh and just goes 'no. that would be silly...' caleb.......

[neverpathia]

i got bored

so have a little parahero thing i'm spontaneously coming up with on tumblr to pull me out of writer's block

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"Seriously?"

The Paranoid was seriously starting to regret becoming the Long Quiet's resident healer. Not that he'd really had a choice at all, mind you, given how he was the only one that was even half-competent with medicines and the like.

Fortunately, the Hero was one of the better patients. Quite frequent—where did he even find all the time and space to go around adventuring?—but still cooperative enough nonetheless. Besides, ever since the Decider left, they'd had plenty of time together. They were quite close now. He liked it.

If he had one complaint about Hero, it would be...never mind. Paranoid urged himself to focus on the task at hand. Please.

Hero sat upright on the edge of his bed and leaned forward, facing Paranoid and not helping his cause.

"Yeah. I'd like to say otherwise, but..." Hero sighed. "Seriously."

Hero had brought the Cheated with him on his latest Hero-ic expedition. The voice of the Cheated. Of all the voices here, did he really have to bring the most reckless? And the most prone to injury? And the one that took the longest to heal?

Paranoid sat down next to Hero. Hero promptly averted his eyes, but he couldn't hide his grin.

"Great," Paranoid rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but smile a little. "So now I can enjoy even more work than usual."

He glanced at the bed next to Hero's, which was occupied by a sorry mass of bandages. A sorry, spiteful, seething mass of bandages that happened to be vaguely Cheated-shaped.

Yeah, the Cheated was definitely not happy.

Hero shrugged. "Sorry, Para."

"Not that this hasn't happened before," muttered Paranoid. "Does he have any common sense at all? Getting hurt this much, I swear Cheated runs on pure spite."

"Para, you run on pure anxiety."

"Yeah, it's true, but at least it's efficient. Meanwhile, you run on pure righteousness..."

"Like a true hero, right?"

"...and then you make horrible decisions. But yes, very heroic of you."

Hero blinked. "They weren't all horrible!"

"Well, okay, you also made a lot of good ones. I can't deny that, so fine."

Hero proceeded to break into the most sunshiny possible expression ever. Paranoid rolled his eyes, and tried to ignore the fact that he felt like he was being melted all warm and fuzzy.

"They weren't all horrible," said Paranoid. "They were just mostly horrible."

Hero laughed, but it faded out when Paranoid abruptly froze in place.

"Para?"

No response.

"Paranoid?"

The other voice began to tremble a little, and there seemed to be something tightening inside him. Fear. Panic.

Hero was on high alert now. "Are you- Are you okay? Is it coming again?"

"Hero." Paranoid buried his face in his hands.

Paranoid released a little nervous laugh into his palms. For some reason, he'd lately developed some habit of mad-laughing when he was extremely scared, but then again, he was always scared. Still, that might not be a good sign.

"Hey." Hero inched closer to Paranoid and put an arm around his shoulders. He tried for a friendly smile. "Don't worry, you'll fix him right up. This wouldn't be the first time."

"Yes, I know I'm good at my job, thank you very much—" Paranoid cut off his words, slumped against Hero, and paused for a bit before speaking. "No. It's not about that."

They simply sat like that, shoulder to shoulder, Paranoid's head resting against the strong, carved lines of Hero's neck.

"Are you tired?" When Hero spoke, his tone was kind but cautious, as if he were trying to search for the right words but couldn't tell which ones they were. Still, something small in Paranoid relaxed.

"Yes," he admitted. Soft. Barely a whisper, barely spoken at all.

"Do you...want to say what you're thinking about?"

"I- Okay, what about you? Doesn't it tire you out, having to hear what I have to say all the time again and again and again and again—"

"No." Hero took Paranoid's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Maybe it's not okay, but I care for you. And I want to know. Just tell me, if you want to."

Paranoid laced his fingers between Hero's. His hand was clammy and a little shaky.

"I'm just...Look at Cheated. And you, you put yourself in danger all the time, always doing the right thing, these wounds, what if it happens to you? What if you're injured and I can't bring you back or you hurt so much and I have to do something about it and I can't or-or-or-or-or—"

Before he could say any more, Hero pulled him into a hug.

"I'll be careful. I promise."

[dent-de-leon]

first episode of critical role campaign 2 my beloved--

[rafesangelita]

What I need more then anything is bambi!reader and rafe making out, and that having been all they have done, but she decides to push it a bit knowing he is trying to take it slow with her so she takes him of his shorts and gives him a handjob, but ofc a bit shy and insecure about it.

warnings: established relationship, bambi!reader is shy until she isn’t >:), handjob, slight fluff, poor rafe loses his mind at your method of getting your hand wet

“fuck.” rafe pulled away from you, a pained expression on his face as he palmed himself through his shorts. your lips were swollen and glossy with his spit, your own thighs rubbing together as rafe cursed under his breath. “m’sorry, i just need a second so this could go away.” he laughed uncomfortably, the sight of his erection making your mouth water.

rafe had been very adamant on you two waiting to have sex, his reason being that he just wanted to take his time in appreciating the early stages of your relationship. however, you found it harder and harder to ignore the way he made you feel, especially during times like these when he was trying to hide his hard-on from you.

you bit your lip nervously, scooting closer to your boyfriend before pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck. “can i?” rafe’s eyes shot open, his gaze moving to your hand. “what?” he hissed when your fingertips met his clothed cock. “i want to make you feel good..” you whispered, applying more pressure on his length.

“you really don’t have to do that, baby-” rafe’s words were cut off when you pecked his lips. “i want to.” you dropped to your knees, rafe welcoming you between his thighs. “teach me how you like it?” rafe shuddered, giving you a slow nod. watching you take him out of his shorts with that nervous yet excited expression was rafe’s new favorite thing.

you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp once he was free of any restraints, his cock springing up in the air. “what do i do?” rafe wished he could take a picture of this moment. you on your knees, with his cock in your face and those doe eyes just beaming up at him. “get your hand wet first.” you swallowed thickly, gathering the wetness between your thighs with a moan.

rafe’s eyes widened. “did you just-” your heart started beating in your ears, afraid that you did something wrong. “what?” rafe blinked, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he stared at you. “holy fuck. i thought you would lick your hand or something but you just put it in your underwear.” he took your now glistening palm and wrapped it around his base.

“are you that wet right now?” his lewd words made your skin flush, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you nodded. you watched his head roll to the side, his hand gliding yours up and down his length. “i swear your hands have magic, mine have never felt this good.” both of you laughed, rafe taking a moment to lean down and kiss you.

“you’ll keep doing it just like this, baby.” he let go of your hand, letting you do it by yourself. you kept up the same pace, your boyfriend jolting every now and then when your fingers grazed the tip. testing it out again to see his reaction, you jumped when rafe groaned. “do that again.” he glanced at you, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when you did so.

“ah, shit.” his hips bucked. “is this okay?” you squeaked out, rafe nodding frantically. tugging at rafe’s shirt, you wanted nothing more than to see his muscles constricting underneath your touch. without a word, rafe slipped off his t-shirt in one swift movement. “fuck, i’m close.” you moved faster, getting closer to him as the sound of your slick palm echoed in his room.

“y/n-” his hand came down to hold onto your wrist, his orgasm ripping straight through him. as if it was your instinct to open your mouth when he shot his load, rafe watched with hooded eyes as he painted your face. “jeezzz,” rafe sighed, “i didn’t know you were this fucking nasty.” he brought you up by your chin, taking you in a heated kiss despite the mess.

“let me return the favor?”

[helluvapoison]

Could I get Adam, Lute and Lucifer and how they 'court' the reader? Like how birds with court each other, little gifts, wing 'dances', nesting, etc...

Also, could I be your 🐌 anon? <3<3<3

Birds of a Feather

Adam, Lute and Lucifer courting you

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Peacocking has nothing on The First Man

• His personality is amped up to the highest level when he sees you walk in a room

• (Overcompensation for how fucking nervous you make him)

• Adam gets cocky when he knows he has your attention

• Tossing grapes high in the air and catching them in his mouth, bragging louder than usual about something or the other

• Heaven forbid you laugh at any of his antics, (His smirk is dangerous, “Oh you like that?”) he’ll start singling you out in front of everyone, calling your name before he acts up

• Performances include inviting you to watch his band play and miraculously getting more energy

• Casually tosses guitar picks in your direction— and when he finds out you kept one!? He’s over the moon

• He won’t go out of his way to get you food but he’ll order you something if he goes somewhere

• Adam hates nesting. He doesn’t like being stressed in general and nesting is really fucking stressful!

• The very fact seeing you pricks the urge in him to nest drives him insane

• (AKA, he likes you a lot more than he thought he did!)

• Seeing you in his space does something he doesn’t particularly hate though

• “It’s whatever if you don’t like it.” Adam shrugs

• “No, I think it looks nice! Very you. Tell me about these pictures?”

• He’s fucking done for

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Like they have a mind of their own, her wings stretch out and audibly fluff up when she makes eye contact with you

• Mortifying is an understatement

• She picks out trinkets to give to you at first, something small that could be waved off as insignificant

• Later, when Lute realizes her affections are returned, she brings useful offerings or something you offhandedly mentioned needing

• She wishes she could tell you about the exterminations solely to brag

• See how fierce she is, how skilled she is, how good of a protector she could be for you

• Lute will ask you to arm wrestle as a compromise. She gets to hold you hand and show off her strength!

• Nesting was fine, it was the judgment part that drove her up a wall

• Watching your eyes roam over her apartment, deciding whether or not it was good enough for you? Gah!

• “What, uh—“ Lute clears her throat, she’ll hate herself for even asking later, “What do you think?”

• You smile knowingly, something else that makes her absolutely mad, “It’s perfect.”

• Lute beams with pride like she’s won a great victory

˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Never before has he felt the need to actually flaunt.. anything?

• With you it hits him like a fucking train and it’s even harder to supress it

• He’s Lucifer! That’s supposed to be self explanatory, that’s supposed to be enough

• Suddenly he’s checking every mirror on his way to you, making sure he looks better than he feels

• He tries to find other ways to steal your attention or show that he would be a worthy partner

• …But showing off his wings couldn’t hurt, right? He has six after all. If you needed to get to the other side of town he’d be more than happy to fly you over!

• Nothings too good for you! If Lucifer thinks you’ll want or like something, he’s buying it!

• Did you notice he can make things too? He’ll make you something— or fix something for you!

• Quick, break that so he can show you he can fix it!

• Lucifer pulls all the stops trying to prove himself, nesting is no exception… he’s just not great at it

• He starts! However a little after beginning he realizes just how big his mansion is and gets overwhelmed so he closes all the doors and focuses his energy on the only room that matters; his

• “I mainly stay in here,” Lucifer explains while squishing a duck in his fist, watching you explore his room, “I cleaned it up for you! N-Not for you, not for that— I mean not that I’m opposed! I just meant so that you could, uh, see?”

• “I see why you like it, I’d never wanna leave.”

• You’re gonna kill him saying shit like that

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 🐌 CAN I GIVE YOU A KITH BECAUSE THIS WAS SO FUN!!!!!

[girliism]

nerdy!art who based on his physique and good looks should be getting any and every girl he wants but instead he chooses to hide away in his books. he’s top of all his classes and does extra credit work for fun on the weekends, according to his roommate patrick he’s kind of a loser that needs to get out more. patrick invites him out to a lot of parties but art just ends up in the corner nursing only one drink before leaving early.

you were the opposite everyone on campus knew you. you went to every party thrown but you weren’t some slut you just liked being around people. now you weren’t stupid by any means but you also weren’t top of your classes.

“what do you mean i’m failing.” you looked at your math professor who just told you that if you don’t pass this upcoming test you’d fail his class. “i don’t think you’re understanding the material very well that’s why i assigned you a tutor.” a tall blonde with thick rimmed glasses walks up to your professors desk. “this is art, i’ve asked him to help.” art gave you a small wave. you’ve seen art around campus sitting under trees reading or stuck in the corner at a party. he was quiet only spoke when spoken to, you had no idea he was even in this class.

art cleared his throat. “you can come by my dorm tomorrow if you’re free.” art held on the door for you to walk out of. “tomorrows fine with me. you’re patrick’s roommate right?” art nodded “cool! i can get your dorm number from a friend of mine.” you smiled big at him. art gave you a closed mouth smile back before you guys waved goodbye.

“can you please not be here when she comes over.” it was saturday the day of yours and art’s tutoring session and he’s been cleaning up their dorm. “right i forgot you’re having a girl over.” patrick says raising eyebrows up and down before placing his cereal bowl in the sink not bothering to wash it. art pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge. “we’re just studying.” he mumbles going to wash patrick’s dish. patrick ended up leaving so art had the dorm to himself when you showed.

you sat on the couch in their dorm studying the place instead of the math problem art was trying to explain. “you got lucky pairing with zweig this dorm is partially an apartment.” art stopped talking to look around his dorm before shrugging going back to teaching you. “ugh i’m so jealous i’d kill for a dorm this big-” “you like to distracted yourself from your work when you don’t understand it.” art said cutting you off. you just stared at him not knowing what to say. art senses the awkward tension he created. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you feel bad just if you payed attention i think you could really get it.” art spoke softly and you just nodded finally shutting up and listening to him.

studying with art was kinda fun. every saturday you’d meet at his dorm and listen to explain more in depth what your professor didn’t. at first art was very rigid but after a while you got him to loosen up. he now laughed openly with you and made stupid math jokes.

“ART!” you ran over to where he was sitting under a tree. art closed his book standing up when he saw you rushing toward him. “look what i did.” you shoved you test paper in his face smiling. “a B congratulations you’ve officially passed.” you couldn’t contain the squeal that came out of you when you pulled art into a tight hug. “no thanks to you. how will i ever repay you.” you pouted. art just shook his head saying there was no need. you gasp. “delta phi is having a party tonight you have to come and hang out with me.” the second art heard the frat name he was already declining. “parties aren’t really my thing.” art scratches at the back of his head. “bullshit dondalson, you saved me from failing which mean we have to celebrate. you’re coming weither you like it or not.” you gave art an excited smile and he gave you a nervous one back.

(a part 2 will be happening 🙏🏽) part 2.

[kissitbttr]

dilf!toji who finds you sitting in the curb at one am when he’s doing a quick run to 7/11 to grab a few snacks and a six pack. wondering why on earth, a pretty girl like you is alone.

after paying, he exits through the door before walking cautiously towards you. eyes glancing left and right to find no one is around, not even a car. meaning that you may have walked here.

“hi there sweetheart, you okay?” he calls out of worries. it’s very dark outside and far too dangerous for a young thing like you to be all here alone.

the moment you turn your head around, toji swears he had never seen someone so beautiful. glossy irises looking up at him with your messy long curls framing your features. glittery makeup decorating your eyes, nose and lips.

you must be no older than twenty-five.

“huh?” so clueless, yet so pretty. “o-oh. i’m—good, sir.. thank you” shooting him a small toothy grin with a gummy worm tuck in between your teeth,

he chuckles at that, hand shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. how adorable.

he nods his chin towards your disregarded kitten heels beside you. “rough night?”

shrugging, you tug off the stretchy sweet off your mouth before chewing. “something like that.”

he tsks at that, head shaking. “it’s not safe for a girl like you to be out here. considering it’s very late. did you walk here?”

nodding, you put a strand of hair behind your ear. “i did, yes. i needed.. food. i was hungry.”

your answer makes him breathe out a laugh. “candies aren’t food, sweetheart—i assumed you were at a party dressing like that” he points out at your skin tight pink dress that barely covers your thighs, and he has to restrain himself from thinking unholy thoughts.

“it was getting quite crowded… i didn’t like it.. suffocating” your voice coming off quiet, if not—sad—“the food there is awful too”

toji hums, taking another step closer as your eyes follow his movements. head tilting back a bit when you notice he’s only standing inches away from your small figure,

“boyfriend not around?” his head move to the side, eyes roaming down your figure. shaking your head, he asks again. “what happened?”

you reply shakily. “he dumped me.. called me nasty things” a tear escapes your eye as you begin to remember what your ex had done to you two hours prior. “t-that’s why i’m here.”

when he sees you beginning to cry, he can’t help but feel bad. what a fucking asshole he thinks. making a cute girl cry and dumped her in the middle of the night? who fucking does that?!

he crouches down to your eye level. and that’s when you finally take a good look of his appearance. breath almost hitching at just how even more handsome he looks up close. even the faint scar across his lips just makes this man even more hotter.

“i’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. sounds to me like he’s a straight jerk, yeah?” he says with a small smile. seeing you nod as a reply. gaze isn’t moving from his. “don’t cry over him, i bet he doesn’t deserve a beautiful girl like you”

your cheeks warm at that, eyes dropping to your lap just so he won’t notice how nervous he makes you feel by that comment. however, his finger moves underneath your chin to get you to look back at him again. his thumb grazing against your soft skin,

“want me to beat his ass for you? because i will, just lead the way”

you can’t help but giggle at his offer, and it makes toji’s heart skip a beat at the beautiful sound. his lips stretch into a bigger smile when he sees you like that.

“atta girl. there she is” he chuckles, “how old are you, baby?”

“i’m twenty one”

toji mutters out a soft ‘fuck’ which earns a confused frown from you. he’s almost twice your age. “you need a ride back to the party? i promise i’m not a creep or anything. just can’t stand at the thought of you walking back alone. something bad could happen, you know?”

“i would like that very much sir, thank you” a smile pulls upon your pink glossy lips, fingers fiddling with each other,

toji finds you to be endearing, adorable and pretty when you look at him like that. it has been too long since someone makes his heart ponder like this, and all you had to do was just smile at him with a gummy packet in your hand.

“call me toji, sweetheart—c’mere. up you get” he moves the sixpack towards his left hand as the other grabs yours, helping you up on your feet. “but before that, i think you need to get better food in your system. we’ll stop by at something, yeah?”

you nod quickly, slipping your feet back into the heels with a wide smile not leaving your face. “okay!”

with that, toji smiles back at you before putting his hand on your back, guiding you towards his car.

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will expand because in this au toji is a rich ass man and ready to give him everything for his soon to be baby <3

(look what you made me do @tojisun )

[planetpedri]

PEDRI WHERE WHERE WHERE he comes home after a long, exhausting day and before he can even pull u in for a hug/kiss, u begin to ramble on and on about ur day (he loves it nonetheless), but he just cant help but flicker his gaze down to ur lips ever-so-often and u notice and finally give in

Cherry flavored — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pedri can’t seem to stop staring at your lips while you’re in the middle of rambling, and you finally notice.

Word count: 742

Disclaimer/s: reader is a teacher!

A/N: video from @/bcx0012__ on tiktok!! Vid had me actually crashing out on enya it was soooo. Finished the rest of this draft while sick ✊😞

You were sitting on the couch when Pedri walked through the front door. Excitement coursed through your body as you lurched off the couch, rushing toward him with a wide smile on your face. You’d been waiting for him to get home for hours to tell him about your day.

“Pedrooo,” you grin, “i’ve been waiting for you!” You don’t notice the way his arms had reached toward you before slowly dropping back to his side as you began your rant.

“So, my kids were asking about my boyfriend today, well more specifically, you. Then asked why they couldn’t meet you and I had to explain—“ You continued your rant while Pedri set his bag aside and took off his shoes.

You both slowly make your way into the kitchen so Pedri could grab a glass of water while he listened intently. He’d been itching to touch you, to hug or kiss you since he left practice, but he didn’t want to interrupt.

Leaning against the counter, only a few feet away, you continue talking. Hardly registering what Pedri was doing as you were too caught up trying to explain what your student had done.

Your boyfriend adored your rants, especially when talking about your students. He knew how much you loved your job and the kids you taught, and even more, he loved to hear you talk about them.

The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something funny or amusing, was one of those things that he couldn’t stop thinking about even after it goes.

Pedri turns around, closing the fridge behind him, and opening his water bottle. His eyes flickered across your face the more you talked, darting from eyes to lips then back again.

He notes the way your lips were shining, a light red tint to them. You were wearing cherry chapstick, he loved it when you wore that. His lip twitches at the thought of it.

You noticed this immediately, stuttering over your words when his tongue darted out to wet his lips when his eyes were focused in on your lips. “Pedri—Pedro. Stop doing that!” You blush. Yes you blush when your boyfriend does these things. No matter how long you’d been together, he still made you nervous.

“What?” He meets your gaze, eyebrows dipped as if he hadn’t even noticed what he was doing. But he knew damn well. He knew. The slight tug at the right side of his lip gave him away instantly.

“Don’t act clueless.” You laugh, taking the final few steps toward him. In that small amount of time, Pedri’s eyes continuously flickered from your lips to your eyes, unable to figure out what he wanted to focus on.

Pedri pushes himself away from the counter, standing straight in front of you, “your lips,” he starts, eyes wondering down to them, causing your face to heat up. “You’re wearing your cherry chapstick.”

Your throat bobs in place, you never knew how he noticed those things. It’s not like the tint was that noticeable.

Humming, you subconsciously bring a finger to your lips, “I suppose I am.” Letting your hand drop to the side, you tilt your head, “and?”

“And they just look very, very kissable.” He says, “but! I can wait, what were you saying? Something about having to—“

You cut him off, standing on your tip toes, and placing a long kiss to Pedri’s soft lips. It’s slow and passionate, every ounce of love showcased within it.

It felt like this every time you kissed. Something in Pedri couldn’t help but delve every part of himself into you the second your lips molded together.

His arms wrap around your waist tightly, holding you to him like it was the last time he’d ever touch you. All his exhaustion and weariness dissolving in that sacred moment.

He was so full of love, so full of you, he hardly noticed your teasing smirk when you pulled away. His lips darting out to taste the leftover cherry flavor. “Happy now?” You chuckle, “because, I have a lot more to tell you.”

“Very.” He nods, arms loosening around your waist, but still holding you close to him. “First, let me get a snack, then i’ll join you on the couch?”

You clap your hands together eagerly, “sounds fantastic! I shall leave you to that!” And without another word, you wiggle yourself from his grasp and skip toward the living room.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl

Also so sorry sometimes I forget to tag you guys!! I’ll try to remember from here on out!

[starrvsn]

` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ D.HUME ࣪ ˖ TWO HALVES OF ONE HEART.

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

PART 02 OF HEART AND MIND! READ PART 01 HERE.

PAIRING ⠆don hume x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT ⠆3,756 (well spent!)

ON ROTATION ⠆cheek to cheek by frank sinatra, head over heels by tears for fears, my heart it beats for you by grent perez, how deep is your love by bee gees.

CATEGORIES ⠆very fluffy!!! a long awaited lovers reunion!!!! the boys on crew being the biggest supporters as always, joyce being lovely, very comforting. loved how it came out... though i feel like it kinda dragged but i digress.

𝟒𝟏𝟏. a much needed reunion between two lovers.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen lake washington look so alive, there were swarms of crowds surrounding the lake. the day was sunny and bright with a slight wind whistling through the air.

full of supporters and spectators from both cal and washington alone. your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as you followed followed your parents through the crowd but ultimately separating from them as you made your way to the viewing deck. the thought of seeing don again— being in his presence again made you so excited yet so nervous. you were elated he made the JV rowing team, knowing how effortlessly he knew how to do things; basically being good at anything. you had a fairly good spot over looking the water; not realizing it’s a student only viewing deck (did those even exist..). you looked for a spot not to close to the front in case don ends up seeing you, you didn’t want to throw him off from their first race of the season. as you were getting settled in your spot you accidentally bump into someone.

“oh! i am so sorry!” you apologize, pushing your hair away from crowding your face as you watch the girl in front of you stumble a bit.

“no! no it’s totally okay.” a blonde with short hair instantly assures, noticing as her eyes scanning over you.“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around school before.” she adds, you found it bit odd she would say such a thing.

“ i don’t actually go here.” you affirmed, clearing your throat a bit. still confused on her sudden interrogation, she nods. taking in the newfound information before continuing.

“where do you attend?” you hesitate, suddenly noticing how everyone on the deck had UW flags and you didn’t have that, instead a berkeley flag that someone had given you after recognizing you from school. if she had seen the flag tucked behind you it would’ve given you away immediately.

“cal.” a slight cough out of the school name; there was no way in lying to her, suddenly feeling small amongst the groups of UW students. the short haired girl piques at your response “cal as in cal state berkeley— the rowing team the boys are going against?” you nod for her in clarification “how come you’re rooting for the opposite team?” fully facing you now. before you can tell her your reason she interrupts saying how rude it was for her to bombard you without asking your name, you weren’t offend at all and introduced yourself instantly as she does the same immediately after.

“my boyfriend is on the team actually.” you felt awkward telling her but also relieved, you don’t remember the last time you outright told anyone you had a boyfriend. ”oh really! who?” it crosses in joyce’s mind that it could be joe but she knows joe would never keep something like this from her and there was a massively rare chance it would be him so her mind briefs through the rest of the roaster. though she only knew their faces and not their names.

“don, don hume. you know him?” joyce ponders for a bit, the name sounding very familiar.

“i think joe mentioned him before…” you assume ‘joe’ is on the rowing team with don, further assuming she was here to root for joe but would’t say that of course… insisting she’s here rooting for everyone, not just joe.

“its okay, he’s not much of a talker anyways.” laughing it off, don wasn’t someone to put himself in the lime light, finding comfort alone or with you. a part of you hoping he’s getting along well with his teammates as he isnt the easiest to get along with because of how reserved he could be… you just want him to be happy.

“does he know you’re here?” you shake your head in response but mention to her that you sent him a letter recently entailing that you were coming over to visit but it was safe to assume he hadn;t gotten it since he hadn’t called (knowing he only calls when he needs to respond immediately). an idea suddenly sparks in your new friends mind. she tells you there is supposed to be a party if the huskies win and she insists you surprise him then, it was such a spur of the moment proposition you accepted. she squeals excitedly, grasping your arm. she was so happy to meet someone new who wasn’t from washington, excited to make your acquaintance as she stays close to you, cheering on the boys.

the race was nothing short of a spectacle, no one was sure that the huskies would win but they had defied odds and won with an astounding outcome. you see dons face as their boat pushes to the finish line, time seems to slow when your eyes land on him. his hair is shorter and face slimmer from the last time you saw him, your heart swells seeing him so happy from winning, splashing the water and celebrating with the rest of the team. you don’t think you’ve seen anything more attractive, his muscles taught and defined in that fitting uniform he wore. a faint blush creeps up you neck as you watch his muscles flex under the sunlight, you couldn’t wait to be with him again, talk to him, be in his arms again. you eyes don’t leave him until joyce drags you away from the your spot, immediately talking your ear off about how well they did on the way to her dorm. don lingering in your mind the whole way.

the hall was loud and in high spirits after the win of the JV rowing team, don watches as george walks off hand and hand with a pretty brunette. sitting alone as the other guys sit in the paired tables in front of him, having their own conversations. don didn’t mind to be alone or away from the group; it would probably be expected of him to go off and talk to others but he really isn’t much of a talker and preferred to observe the scenes in front of him. he didn’t need to be apart of the fun to have fun- he was content knowing the guys were having a good time. it did get lonely at times though the guys kept him company and included him in conversation for a part but his mind kept lingering at the thought of you; being here with him— having fun of your own if you were here. he’s been thinking about you more lately, missing you more than he usually did. it was rough the first few months but he eventually got used to the fact that you weren’t around anymore and he had to carry on with his own life. its not to say he didn’t think of you at all; you were the muse of his dreams and he’d think about how you were sometimes and at times where he’s out, he’d something that reminds him of you. most of all, the jewelry you gifted him. he’d fidget with his ring and he’d think of you. ever since the night he told roger and bobby about you it feels like he’s back a year ago when you freshly left for california feeling incomplete without you, unbeknownst to when you’d retuen, wondering if you got his letter or if you wrote back to him.

your heart pounds in your chest as you walk with joyce towards the hall, her arm laced with yours. your heart races, full of emotion. memories of when you last saw don flooding your mind, you couldn’t wait to see him. you were nervous he wasn’t going to recognize you, it had been a year since you saw him and you weren’t sure if you look the same you did when you left, what if he didn’t feel the same way anymore after seeing you? what if he regrets waiting for you after a year of being apart? what if— as if she could sense your overwhelming nerves, joyce immediately assures you— insisting that don is gonna be elated to see you, especially after a big win. what worried you was the fact that you had sent him a letter, unveiling your news that you were coming up to washington. you were unsure if he’s received it yet and it drags your heart at the thought of him reading the letter and not caring; content with having a life of his own away from you. he would he awaiting your arrival wouldn’t he? looking for you. but there was no news up the grapevine about him from the passing hours as you got ready in joyce’s dorm but if you didn’t find out for yourself you’d never know. you can hear the music grow louder as you get closer, excitement bubbles as joyce squeals skipping towards the hall with you in tow, already feeling the warmth from the hall.

at the doorway is a tall blonde with his eyes fixed on your short haired friend, you look at her and see a faint flush on her cheeks. unlocking your arms she walks a few steps ahead greeting the man with a hug. standing a bit awkwardly before them as they speak, a mere moment later she turns around gesturing you over. from there you meet joe, the man she mentioned earlier during your first interaction. she introduces you fondly as a new friend, locking arms as she leans against you. she continues to tell joe how you’re visiting from california and she’s love to introduce you to the boys. joe has a hesitant look on his face, as much as he wasn’t opposed to the idea, he knew the boys would eat up a pretty face like yours without the slightest bit of hesitation. he wasn’t convinced from her persuasion but the look she gives him? how could he say no to her? heaving a small sigh, the blonde nods. further exchanging pleasantries as he tries to get to know you a bit better before gesturing for the two of you to walk inside, him following behind. you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you walk into the bustling room, eyes instinctively scanning for don. your heart skips a beat when you finally spot him, sitting alone at a table. he looks even more handsome than you remember, you’ve never seen him in a suit before and he looks better than you could ever imagine. breath catching in your throat as you realize this is actually happening, the man you've missed so dearly, the one you've been yearning for since you moved to california. you’re so close to being in his arms again, in his presence again. before you can take in more of the lively atmosphere, joyce is dragging you to the refreshment table. you weren’t sure what she had in mind, she hadn’t told you anything beforehand and you were dying to know. she guiltily admits to you how unsure she is about her plan, though there wasn’t much to it in the first place. you immediately reassure her that whatever happens, you appreciate her effort, without her your surprise reunion with your lover could have gone completely differently.

don doesn’t know why or how but he feels as if you’re here, somewhere (his spidey senses are tingling) especially when joe had them gathered so closely, being sandwiched between roger and bobby as they all ask whats going on. joe casually relays that joyce had someone she wanted to introduce to them, making the advanced effort to note that the person is a girl. the group suddenly becomes boisterous and are quick to fix their suits and appearances. don has half the mind to entertain the thought the the person is you, though he thinks you would come straight to him if that were the case, so he makes himself comfortable sat down with his hands in his pockets awaiting their new guest- ready to watch what’s to come.

your heart flutters with nerves, as joyce tries are best to calm you down. there was only so much she could stall and soon joe approaches the two of you stating how impatient and restless the guys were, your mind is in a frenzy now trying to imagine how seeing him again will be, what you’ll say, how he’ll react. it overwhelmed you so, wringing hands and deep breaths as you gather yourself. it was now or never.

you pass through the throng of people, the atmosphere is charged with an electric energy, a complete contrast of the feelings that consumed you as joyce holds your hand comfortingly through the crows. joe walks ahead, gathering the boys as you approach them. trying your best to hide behind the small frame of joyce. for a moment don thinks he’s right, eyeing the girl standing behind joe’s girlfriend, as the boys stand ready to impressed. he also thinks he’s become delusional drowning in the thought of you— he can’t see the person well but with her frame peaking from joyce it makes him think its you, he tries to deny the thought in his head— trying to not physical head palm himself at such a stretch.

clearing her throat, joyce speaks “i made a friend from california and i just wanted to introduce her to the team that beat hers.” a small wave in her voice, seeingas don snaps his attention to her as she silently hopes she does this right. her words cause an immediate stir in the boys, ready to impress with their chests puffed. roger and bobby immediately share a look before looking down at their friend who’s now sat upright and at attention.

it can’t be…

you feel your hands tremor and a slight ring in your ears as your friend speaks but you can’t help the surge of adrenaline that runs through you knowing at any moment you will be face to face with your lover.

you feel a tug on your hand and soon enough you’re faced in front of your boyfriend among a sea of unfamiliar faces.

“this is y/n.”

before any of the boys can approach you, the sound of a chair screeching against the wood floor causes a pause through the group. turning their attention they see don stood up, eyes wide. all at once it feels as if time begins to slow, you’re stood before him looking beautiful as ever, like an angel sent from heaven. he feels like he’s dreaming— as if at any given moment he’ll be woken up from a painfully realistic dream. it isn’t until he feels a pat on his back, he breaks his gaze. looking over at roger who whispers a ‘lucky man’ with a giddy smile on his face. bobby and roger pass you last, having a small conversation with you telling you how you have a good eye for jewelry and realization on that you’re actually real, the locket on your neck further proving that. the group moves else where but close enough to see the lovers reunite.

his gaze is back on you, unbelieving the sight before him, you’re actually here— standing in front of you him with a wide smile on your face. you slowly walk towards him, meeting him until your inches apart. your hands comfortingly grasping his hands, thumb grazing his ring. you eyes take in his features that matured from the time you were away, he does the same drinking in the sight of you— guess his feeling wasn’t wrong. you were afraid he wouldn’t recognize you or look at you the same the same way he did before but the loving gaze is still strong through his iris’

"you're quiet. do i look bad?" trying to break the ice, words unsaid whilst you took in the sights of each other. you missed him more than you can recount, now that he’s in your hands again you cannot imagine being apart now.

"no. no, god, no.” shaking his head, gathering himself ”you left me speechless. in a good way, of course." (prompt from @novelbear) he would have never thought you could leave him speechless in a way you did now, looking breathtaking under the warm lighting of the hall, a soft laugh leaving you before giving his hands a gentle squeeze. your nerves dissipates into comfort as you look at him, a sudden wave of emotions coming over you. tears wake at your waterline and chin trembling as you look at your lover, your hand moving to his cheek caressing it gently— all your worries and doubts disappearing, grateful to whatever being upon the universe that brought you together again. don immediately noticing your change of emotion and he pulls you into a tight but comforting hug. the rest of the world fades away as you share that familiar embrace, the connection you once thought lost rekindling in an instant. your arms tightly around his neck, as his rest on your waist and a hand soothing at your back. he tries his best to hold back tears of his own as you softly sob into his blazer jumbled out “i missed yous” between hiccups and sniffles, he softly hushes you, comforting you the best way he can as he tries to keep it together but all at the same time reciprocating the same words to you like a soft lullaby letting your crying subside. you part from the crook of his neck, eyes puffy and tear stricken cheeks. staring down sheepishly at your sudden outburst. don takes it with open arms, grasping your face as he wipes the tears away and tucks fallen hairs from your face. so glad to have you back in his arms again.

“so, were you surprised?” you ask, straightening yourself up acting as if nothing happened— brushing your hair to your back as your hands go to fix his blazer, hand lovingly gracing his tie, evening the two pieces together. he looks at you with a crooked smile—

“surprised? honey you blew me away.” mimicking the way someone would be blown away from strong wind. his effort of making you laugh fruitful, as you giggle with hand coming to cover your mouth.

“but seriously, i’ve missed you so much. there wasn’t a day where i didn’t think of you, you’re the reason i tried out for the team..” his words coming out soft and sincere, standing close to you again. your heart swelled at his words, looking up at him with loving eyes. all while finding the words to describe how much you missed him.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you when i was in cal, adjusting to the school was difficult; i felt like it would’ve been so much easier if you were there with me… i struggled so much but eventually i fell into a routine that felt empty because you weren’t in it. that’s why i came up to visit you; i didn’t mean for it to be a surprise— i wrote to you about it but judging by your reaction you haven’t received it yet.” don processes your words, thinking how the week has been so busy that he hadn’t had the time to go to the mail room to check for any response from you. you can see in his eyes a shade of guilt swirling through them, comfortingly you run a hand over his chest. grounding him. “but regardless, surprise or not. i’m happy to be with you again and to see you win.” you gleam, now filled with pride, squeezing his bicep gently. don flushes at the thought of you watching him win, in such tight and little clothing as well. you tease him about how much fitter he’s gotten and how he must give you a personal lesson on rowing soon. cooing at his flushed cheeks with proud words of praise as he thinks of taking you on a boat ride before you leave, when you leave.

“how long are you staying?” his face falling a bit but you lighten up.

“well… if you read my letter you’d know i’m transferring here as of next semester.” you say proudly, biting at your lip as you await his reaction. you watch as he tilts his head, a breathless chuckle of disbelief leaving him. then suddenly he wraps his arms around you, twirling you in his grasp making you squeal in surprise. he puts you down before pressing his lips to yours before you can catch your breath, chaste and content but relayed feelings and emotions not expressed through words said.

“you’re not joking right?” praying this wasn’t just some sick joke you were playing to get a rouse out of him, you wouldn’t do that to him right? the moment you shake your head no as a massive smile graces your face, he swears he’s never been happier. nothing could damper his mood, not even the words you said next.

“i’m staying for 2 more weeks starting today before i leave back to cal. but we’ll only be apart for a few more months before the semester starts again.”

he was elated at the news, once again pulling you into a content embrace telling you a few months was nothing. it was only a few months, if he could get through a year he could get pass a few months.

well, he better make the most of the two weeks then.

the rest of the night plays in a high note as you and don join the rest of the group, them getting to know the lover don had been hiding from them. bobby and roger seemingly more interested in the stories you told of don before college, even the most embarrassing ones and eventually convincing him to play a song other than the washington fight song when the party had died down, instead playing the lighthearted tune of cheek to cheek ( the original version was released during the 1930s but feel free to reference the sinatra version :] ) with soft hums of singing along as he plays. he watches as his friends dance on the floor beneath him, ever so often looking at you— watching him from the height of the piano, eyes full of love with your chin resting in your hand. content as ever.

the other half of his heart came back to him and he couldn’t be happier.

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[danikamariewrites]

can i please request one where it’s azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,

” i’ve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? ”

” it’s my wedding ring ”

and her jaw drops bc she didn’t know he even had a lover.

” who is she? do i know her? what is she like? ”

he smiles faintly and says:

” her name is y/n and she isn’t a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you don’t know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- ”

” YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? ”

he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader snd their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks you in the mating bond if it’s okay to bring her, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells her he’ll pick them all up tonight. You meet feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.

” how did i not know this, i feel bamboozled ” feyre asks rhysand

” don’t worry i didn’t know for s long time either, Az is a very private person, he’s still a mystery sometimes, and i’ve known him for over 500 years” rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🥹😍

I’m Married

Azriel x reader

A/n: Az would casually drop “I’m married”

Warnings: none

Azriel rips his leather gloves off, dropping them on the kitchen island. The leather making a smacking sound against the marble. He laid his palms flat on the cool surface. Looking down, he smiled at the simple silver band on his ring finger with your name and the date of your wedding engraved on the inside.

His smile widened knowing that you were waiting for him to come home. All he had to do was fill out one more report for Rhys and then he could hold you in his arms.

Feyre walked into the kitchen humming a light tune, breaking Azriel away from his daydream of you. “Hi Azriel,” she said in that sweet caring tone. She walked passed him, lightly patting his shoulder. Azriel covered her hand with his ring clad one.

She grabbed Azriel’s hand to inspect his ring. “I’ve never really seen you wear jewelry but you always wear this. What is it?” A curious smile pulling at her lips. “Oh, it’s my wedding ring.” Feyre’s face falls into shock.

“What?” Azriel looks at her unsure what to say. “Erm,” “What!? You’re married! Since when? Who is she? Do I know her? Can I meet her?”

Azriel smiles at his over excited friend. Holding Feyre’s shoulders Azriel let’s out a small laugh. “I will tell you all about her if you want.” She nods rapidly and takes a seat at the island. Resting her chin in her hand Feyre looks up at Azriel excitedly.

“Her name is y/n. She isn’t like us, she’s more calm and…well I don’t know exactly how to describe it. She’s just perfect. We live just outside the city. I built the house but it was her vision. Our five year old daughter-“

“You have daughter! Azriel how are you keeping this from us?” The Shadowsinger shrugs, “I’m not keeping this from all of you. Only Cass and Rhys know.”

“Ok,” she says exasperated, “I want to meet them. Please stay for dinner tonight and bring y/n and your daughter. If that’s ok with her.” She quickly adds. Not wanting Azriel to feel bullied into sharing you. “I will ask.” Feyre squeals with excitement jumping from her seat to embrace Azriel.

Closing his office door he let out a nervous sigh. Azriel knew you’d say yes. But he was just so used to keeping you to himself, he was t ready to share you with his friends. Yes you have your own friends but this is completely different.

He knew this day would come though. After a hundred years it was inevitable. Plus it would be wrong to keep his little Malin from her cousin.

You could sense Azriel’s indecisiveness down the bond. Sending love down the bond made him feel lighter and better about asking you to the River House for dinner. “I can’t wait to see you my love.” Your soothing tone sounded through the bond.

Relaxing into his leather chair Azriel smiled to himself again. “I miss you. So much baby.” Azriel pauses before asking you. “How would you feel about coming to the River House for a small dinner tonight? And brining Malin too.” “I would love to! Do I finally get to meet Feyre?”

Your excitement calmed his nerves. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Rhys watched with amusement as Feyre rushed around the dinning room straightening out the napkins and plates. “Everything has to be perfect!” She said. “Darling, y/n is going to love you. It’s ok if one napkin corner is slightly crooked she won’t think less of you.”

She stopped, dropping her head as she gripped the back of one of the chairs at the table. Probably trying to get it as straight as possible too. “I know, I know. I just want her to be comfortable here.” Rhys walked over to her and pulled his mate into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “You’re so sweet darling.”

A knock and the front door opening had the pair breaking apart as Feyre rushed to foyer. Azriel had his back turned. Feyre cleared her throat and Azriel faced her and Rhys. Revealing a beautiful female holding a child on her waist.

You smiled at Feyre as you placed Malin on the ground. “It’s so nice to finally meet you Feyre. Everything you’ve done…thank you.” The two of you quickly walked to meet in the middle and embrace. “I’m so happy to finally meet you too y/n.”

Letting go Feyre crouches down to Malin’s height. “And you must be Malin. It’s so nice to meet you.” Malin curtsies. “It’s lovely to meet you High Lady Feyre.” She giggled and lightly pinched Malin’s cheek.

Azriel crouched down next to his daughter. “Mal, Feyre is your aunt. She’s married to uncle Rhys remember?” She nods her little head.

Nyx came running into the room followed by Cassian. “Nyx I want you to meet someone.” Rhys held out his hand to his son. Nyx took it as he looked around curiously as he stops in front of Malin. “Hi. We’re cousins.” She says excitedly.

The little boys eyes go wide and his eyes find her wings. “You have wings too! Wanna see my toys?” She nods and the pair run off. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your hand coming to rest on your barley there bump. You were four months along now with your and Az’s second child.

“Let’s go to the sitting room. Can I get you a drink?” Feyre links her arm with yours. “Water would be wonderful.” Sitting on a love seat next to Azriel Cassian comes over planting a kiss on your head and ruffling your hair. “It’s good to see you kid.” “You too Cass.”

“And how’s little Cassian?” You roll your eyes at him. “Cassian. We talked about this I’m not naming my child after you.”

As you banter back and forth with Cassian and Azriel, Feyre taps on Rhys’s mental shields. “Why did Az keep y/n a secret? Why don’t all of you know about her?” Rhys gave her a sympathetic frown from his seat across the room. She sounded dejected by the lack of trust between her and the Shadowsinger.

“Azriel keeps them secret to keep them safe. He has the most dangerous job out of all of us and Mother forbid an enemy found them. He would be distraught. He has many secrets my darling. Not even I know them all and it’s been over 500 years.”

Feyre sighs, holding your glass of water. She was happy for Azriel though. You clearly made him very happy. And the way he looks at Malin…gods that how her and Rhys look at Nyx. Azriel leans over to kiss your cheek and Feyre swears she had never seen him so relaxed and boyish.

[tsandoll]

✮⋆˙ RIWOO NSFW ALPHABET A-Z

| sungho | riwoo | jaehyun | taesan | leehan |

warnings: face/genital slapping, overstimulation, pain kink, praise kink, mention of toys

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

overall very clingy, likes to latch onto you and be right by your side. he also gets hungry, doesn't matter if you had dinner before fucking, he will be hungry again. his favorite thing to do after sex is go make a snack together, like he had a mind blowing orgasm 5 minutes ago and now you guys are baking cookies?? like he's living for it. we all know he loves desserts so he can always go for something sweet and yummy after. he also gets pretty sleepy after he cums so he’ll be all clingy and might keep laying on your shoulder because he’s ready to lay down and get cozied up with you.

B - boobs or ass (are they a boob man or an ass man?)

riwoo is such an ass man. he loves the way they feel, the way they look, the way they jiggle, all of it. he loves when your butt is super soft because he can lay on it and play with it to keep himself occupied.

C - cum (anything to do with cum)

he often cums too early/very quickly. he gets so riled up and is very sensitive and can sometimes cum faster than he can even think. you'd have to train him to be able to hold it longer because he just gets so in his head and so sensitive that he has no control over his own body.

D - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

riwoo’s dirty secret is that he has a huge pain kink. he's so sweet and is a sucker for soft scenarios but he likes something a little meaner even rougher mixed into his sex life. he loves to be scratched, bitten, and slapped. like if you take your nails and leave scratch marks on his thighs he's sucking in a breath at the feeling, moaning at how it stings. he loves when you slap his cheek or his cock as well, talking about how small and cute he is and how he's such a good boy for just taking it. sometimes he wants to beg you to rough him up but he's sooo embarrassed about it.

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not very experienced if at all. i don't think he's had many sexual encounters. maybe one person in the past but he doesn't regularly have sexual encounters.

F - favorite position (what is their favorite sex position?)

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reverse cowgirl is one of his favorite positions just simply because he gets to watch the way your body slams down against his. he loves that he’s also able to see the way your back curves and the way your ass jiggles as well, its erotic while also being intimate.

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

leading up to sex he's really goofy and clumsy and jittery, like he just gets really shy and nervous and he does that cute little awkward laugh he always does. he's just super super shy and it causes some silly moments at times. but during sex he's usually,, not necessarily serious but more quiet and zoned in. he gets really focused on feeling good/making you feel good. he's not the most talkative during sex but if it's one of those days where everything is lighthearted then he may crack some jokes if im so fr.

H - hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he usually tries to keep himself trimmed, he doesn't usually feel like fully shaving himself but he does put in a little energy when it comes to keeping himself cleaned up. sometimes he'll fully shave but it's not very common. 

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

riwoo craves intimacy, he craves closeness, especially to you. intimate sex is something he loves so deeply whether he's dominant or submissive. he loves when your bodies are moving in unison and when you're able to hold each other close. he's very romantic, the type to be big on pet names during sex as well.

J - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

riwoo struggles a bit to keep any of his whimpers and whines in so when he masturbates its usually at a time where you’re not around and when he can’t be too loud. he loves to suck on your fingers so sometimes he’ll suck on his own fingers or bite the hem of his shirt to keep himself quiet. he also covers his own mouth sometimes just to prevent any sounds from slipping out.

K - kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise - riwoo loves to be praised, he loves being reassured and being told that he’s doing good and that he’s been good for you. it makes him smile so much hearing you praise him so eagerly and so sweetly. his praise kink kicks in the hardest when he feels his orgasm getting close and your sweet voice rings in his ears as you tell him he’s a good pretty boy and that he’s taking everything so well.

overstimulation - his overstim kink came from the fact that he cums super quickly. he doesn't like for things to end so fast but his body always has other plans. when you first overstimulated him it was an in the moment thing but he got hooked on the feeling. the way his cock hurt and his tip turned red and his body threatened to move out of your grasp had him going crazy.

orgasm denial/ruined orgasms - anything that will prolong his orgasm and drag on the session really gets him, he loves when you smile at the way he reacts as his orgasm slips away. its so cruel yet you’re so sweet as you pinch his cock, preventing him from finishing. sometimes if the situation is right he even loves when you don’t let him cum at all.

L - location (favorite places to have sex)

in the comfort of your own home is where he likes sex the most. he’s not opposed to doing it elsewhere but he’s also very shy and is an overthinker and gets super nervous so its easier to keep things indoors and preferably in the bedroom with him.

M - motivation (what turns them on?)

his biggest turn on is your dominance, when you lead a situation or lead him in general. it doesn't even have to be anything outright sexual. he's naturally submissive and willing to follow so when you naturally take charge it turns him on like crazy. another way to turn him on is with any gentle touching, anything that's super loving and soft, especially when you're touching his sensitive spots.

N - no (Something they wouldn’t do)

there's really nothing that riwoo wouldn't do, i feel like he's a bit of an experimentalist because of how willing he is to try things out.

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he doesn't necessarily have a preference for one or the other. he enjoys giving you head, seeing how good he makes you feel and soaking in your praises. he's naturally gifted when it comes to giving head, his tongue working skillfully against you and using his nose as an advantage. he loves getting blowjobs as well, your mouth is so warm and wet and it makes him feel so lightheaded. he's always so squirmy when you give him head as well <3

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he normally aims to be a bit more sensual, rocking his hips into you as deeply as he can. sometimes he may get a bit caught up in his orgasm and he may go a little faster but he normally goes slow and takes his sweet time.

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he much prefers longer sessions with you, when you can focus your attention on him, taking your sweet time drawing orgasms out of him. he loves when you make him cum multiple times and when you cum multiple times as well. he’s not opposed to quickies and he’ll enjoy them a lot but he doesn’t like to do them often cuz he’ll miss you too much and will want more.

R - risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

riwoo is so down to take risks, he hesitates at first just because he’s a bit of an overthinker but he trusts you so much and knows that everything will be okay as long as you’re there with him. he’s willing to experiment with the right person.

S - stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he can normally only go about two rounds because of the fact that he often gets sleepy after sex. this is also because of the intensity of your sessions and because they’re mostly centered around elongating his orgasms. in general though he usually is finished after his second orgasm.

T - toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he likes having toys used on him, he somewhat likes feeling overwhelmed during sex so if you place a vibrator or something like that on him while you do other things he really likes that. he doesn’t personally own any toys though.

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

when riwoo is being more dominant he's a huge tease. he just loves to play with you a little and make you feel like he's not gonna let you cum, but he's too sweet to deny you. when he's submissive he's such a baby when you tease him. he never wants to talk back to you or complain but sometimes he'll huff out and whine but nothing too much cuz he's such a good boy.

V - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he can be loud at times but overall he stays in the range of small whimpers and whines. it depends on what you're doing with him but for the most part he let's out the cutest and sweetest little noises.

W - wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

riwoo is the sweetest during sex but he can often be sly or a little bit of a tease. he’s usually very well behaved but sometimes can talk back a little. its not necessarily in a way to act out but more because he’s sometimes more talkative during sex and he likes to joke and laugh with you.

X - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

riwoo is small <3. this isn't just because of his height but also just because i feel like he is. his dick is a manageable size, could probably fit perfectly in the palm of your hand and it just looks so pretty. he's slightly on the thicker side though, it's small but thick and he knows how to use it well <3

Y - yearning (yow high is their sex drive?)

he doesn't have a very high sex drive in general, like he doesn't think about sex often without any outside encouragement (?). like if you're talking to him a certain way or sending him photos or something like that then his mind is gonna run wild but without you there to cause something he's not really gonna think about it. of course sometimes he'll get hard on his own or sometimes he'll think about sex or even watch porn out of curiosity but it's not a regular occurrence. i feel like when he's around you though there's so many things that can rile him up so easily.

Z - zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

i have a feeling that riwoo gets quite sleepy after sex and may appear very tired but he may not actually fall asleep super quickly. i feel like he’ll fall asleep maybe 45 minutes to an hour after, maybe even longer sometimes depending on what time it is. he’d have a tired expression, one that’s almost woozy but that’s just how he gets after sex, he’s not actually super tired just yet.

[avocadorablepirate]

Quiet Appreciation

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x gn!reader

Summary: headcanon - just exploring what Law would be like with an artistic S/O (I've only mentioned a few art forms).

Word Count: 725

Warnings: none (at least none that I can think of)

A/N: I had no clue what to title this so I went with something that's relatively close to the contents of this post ._.

Firstly, whether you're together or not, if he sees a bunch of art supplies that he knows you'll love, you can be sure that he's going to buy them for you. Especially if it's something he's heard you mention from time to time.

Then he'll casually give it to you like he just picked it up on a whim and didn't spend a good half an hour deliberating what type of paint, yarn, pencils, or other supplies you like. Or, he'll leave it in your room for you to find later on.

Does not want to make it seem like he put a lot of effort into it.

But when you find it and thank him in front of everyone, he can't stop the blush that creeps onto his cheeks. He'll try playing it cool like it's not a big deal, but he's definitely trying to stop himself from smiling.

If you're someone who crochets or knits, you'll sit in a corner of his room quietly working on your latest project while he works at his desk, and when he looks up to check up on you he finds it so endearing how your brows are furrowed in concentration. Sometimes, if he's tired of working he'll just come sit across from you and simply watch.

Definitely would discreetly ask you whether you could do the whole amigurumi thing, and then would go on to hint that a Bepo plushie would be pretty cute.

Also, he'd be a complete hypocrite and tell you to fix your posture while you work (like I just know Law sits/sleeps at his desk in the most uncomfortable positions). But it's only because he cares.

If you're someone who draws or paints though, he'll ask for your artistic opinion when he wants to get a new tattoo. He might just even ask you to design it for him.

Would probably keep any artwork that you give him safely in a file or somewhere on his desk where he can look at it every day.

Law would get flustered if you ask him whether you could sketch him, but he would agree since you're asking. Suddenly, he feels very shy under your focused gaze, and even though you told him he can continue doing whatever it is he's doing, he'll try his best to stay still.

If you're someone who writes (stories, poetry, etc.) the two of you would sit across from each other at his table, focused on your own work. If it gets really late he'll be sure to make you a cup of tea, and quietly place it beside you because he doesn't want to disrupt your creative flow.

Again, if he's tired he'd just sit next to you and watch you work while also trying to take a peek at what you're writing. You biting at the tip of your pen lost in thought, brings a small smile to his face.

Law would be more than happy when you ask him to read through your work. He would give you genuine feedback while also showing his appreciation for your talent.

If by any chance you're facing writer's block, he'll suggest that the crew take a day off in a nearby town, and despite being packed with work, he'll take you around in hopes of helping you find something that inspires you.

So I don't know a lot about pottery, but I think Law would be fascinated by the way you mold the clay with such ease and skill, transforming it into something incredible. I think watching you work would relax him.

When you ask him whether he would like to make something himself, he hesitates but agrees with a casual shrug, trying to hide the fact that he's been wanting to try it ever since he saw you do it. Though once he starts he's nervous because he's afraid he'll make a mess, but then your soft laugh and gentle guidance help him relax.

He secretly loves the way your hands rest over his as you direct his movements.

Overall, Law might not always show it, but he loves seeing you express yourself through art. And, though he may not explicitly say it, he's genuinely curious about what inspires you. It helps him see things from a different perspective and also gives him a glimpse into your world.

I was kinda just fantasizing about this, and thought it would be pretty cute. Like can you imagine...oof

[personapeters]

bf!kyle spencer headcanons (pre-death) part one ⟡ ݁₊ . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✰ series links: part one • part two

rating: sfw — contents: kyle just being so boyfriend :p

— bf!kyle who… was sickeningly nervous the first time he said he loves you — but since then, he says it every chance he gets - the end of each phone call, through random texts throughout the day, as you’re falling asleep, in your ear when out in public; whenever.

— bf!kyle who… teases you often - he has no issue with physically showing his affection, but when it’s verbally, he struggles a bit more when it was anything other than an ‘i love you’; poking fun at small things here and there but you know exactly what he means by it and he loves how you can dish it right back at him.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too keen on public displays of affection but loves physical touch more than anything, so he works around it — sliding a hand into your back pocket while you wait in a line, hooking his fingers into the loops of your jeans, tracing shapes onto your thigh when you’re out to eat with friends.

— bf!kyle who… drives your drunk friends home whenever you need him to, always watching to make sure they get inside safely before driving off — no matter the hour, he was there when they needed him.

— bf!kyle who… enthusiastically introduces himself to your roommate, holding out a gentle hand with a tight, close-lipped smile: “hey, nice t’meet you, ‘m kyle.”

— bf!kyle who… texts you random pictures throughout the day of ‘cool’ things he’s come across — like a duck shaped cloud that does not resemble a duck in the slightest, or a heart shaped potato chip that surprisingly does look almost like a heart.

— bf!kyle who… loves rollercoasters and is constantly begging you to ride them with him — he loves how tightly you grip his hand while bracing yourself for a drop, even if it leaves a mark.

— bf!kyle who… wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his head atop of yours while waiting in line for said rollercoasters, lightly swaying the both of you and murmuring in your ear whatever nonsense he can think of to make you laugh.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too involved with social media, sometimes posting a random photo here and there, but never misses an opportunity to comment on your pictures: “hot” - “ur actually insane” - “i took that :p” - “ive seen it u can take it down now lol”

— bf!kyle who… is extremely smart, regardless of the stereotype, helping you study any and every subject — if it’s something he doesn’t know, he’d attempt to teach himself just so he could help.

— bf!kyle who… does anything he thinks will make you smile, just for the sake of seeing it — poking at your sides, pulling faces at inappropriate times that he knows could get you both in trouble, reciting cliche jokes with a playful smirk to make you cringe.

— bf!kyle who… asks you to recite your notes aloud to him whenever you’re studying, laying his head on your lap as you do - he says it helps to retain the information, which is true, but he mostly just enjoys hearing your voice and watching you speak.

— bf!kyle who… loves taking you to book stores, offering to buy each and every book you show an ounce of interest to: “y’like that one? grab it… y’don’t have to need it to want it, babe… okay, fine, then i want it… yeah, maybe i’ll let you borrow it,” with a wink.

— bf!kyle who… loves when you sleepover and wear his university branded t-shirts, loving how the ends rest just above your mid-thigh: “think you should keep this… looks way better on you.”

— bf!kyle who… supports every extracurricular activity you do with the upmost effort — like showing up to each and every soccer game, sitting at the very bottom of the bleachers to see you the closest, cheering along with the other friends and families in the stadium, yelling, “that’s my girl!” with an abundance of pride, wanting everyone to know exactly who he was there for.

— bf!kyle who… is a golden retriever puppy in human form - his big, dark eyes and soft, blonde hair representing the physical aesthetic, while his curious, loyal, unconditionally loving, energetic spirit embodies the overall nature.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t like to let you drive, wanting to be the one to escort you wherever you wanted to go. whenever you’d protest, he’d say you’re music taste was way better than his and he needed you to be the designated dj for every single car ride.

— bf!kyle who… loves to leave small kisses all over your body whenever he could — specifically on the curve of your jaw, the tip of your nose and the back of your hands; always letting his mouth linger for a few seconds before breaking the connection.

— bf!kyle who… tries his hardest to open each and every door for you - blaming it on “southern hospitality” when in reality, he just wants you to feel as special as he knows you are.

— bf!kyle who… occasionally brings you around his fraternity brothers when he has to, but only briefly and at a distance - he’d keep you tucked safely behind him, keeping his fingers loosely laced with yours as he greets the men and dismisses the two of you in the same breath.

— bf!kyle who… loves kneading softly at your thighs as he falls asleep — it starting as a way to comfort you but now, he often finds himself absentmindedly tracing and gripping at the plush flesh like a kitten as he slowly drifts to sleep.

— bf!kyle who… plays video games every once in a while, forcing you to play with him and on days where you would simply watch - he’d request you sit on his lap because from there, ‘the view’s much better.’ — and admittedly, it was.

— bf!kyle who… would try and surprise you with home baked goods for the sake of creating something for you all on his own. he’d hand you the container full of sweets with a bright, cheesy grin on his face which only further prompted you to ignore the jarring crunch of eggshells in your mouth upon tasting them.

— bf!kyle who… would always try to keep a hair tie on his wrist or in his pocket, just incase you or one of your friends needed it.

— bf!kyle who… would absolutely melt whenever you ran your nails through his hair, lightly swirling the tufts between your fingers and smoothing them downwards behind his ears — nothing in the world could soothe him faster.

— bf!kyle who… never lets you walk back to your dorm alone — it was never up for discussion, no matter the circumstance.

— bf!kyle who… blushes super easily, the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears often turning pink whenever you’d casually compliment him or even send him a smile from across the room.

— bf!kyle who… warns you it will be cold but, telling you to bring a jacket of your own but secretly loves when you don’t; just so he can give you his — loving how the sleeves stop way past your fingers and how the hood slips over your eyes again and again, no matter how many times you push it back up.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t get jealous often — obviously, he doesn’t love when he catches guys ogling at you, but it doesn’t really affect him unless he feels like you’re being a little too nice in return - in reality, it’s a very average amount of platonic common courtesy, no fault of your own - was still way too much, in his opinion.

— bf!kyle who… always considers your friends with each decision he makes involving them — he never stays too late in your dorm, nor does he ever try to convince you to bail on plans with them in order to spend more time with him; although, he really wants to.

— bf!kyle who… makes a huge deal out of things you beg him not to - having little gifts and flowers awaiting you on his bed whenever you ace a big exam or win a tournament or competition of any assortment; although, he would always have them for you regardless, even if you ‘failed’.

— bf!kyle who… takes care of you when you’re sick as if your life depends on it — constantly pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to make sure you aren’t too hot, offering to make you even more tea that inevitably collects among the half-drunken cups on your nightstand, and checking the time to determine if it’s been long enough since your last doseae of medicine before he administers you more — he’d jokingly say, “euughh” whenever you’d blow your nose while simultaneously throwing the dirty tissues away for you with a small smile.

— bf!kyle who… keeps a polaroid of the two of you from one of your earlier dates in his wallet — his fraternity brothers would see it and endlessly tease and chastise him for it, but the soft grin on his face from the memory would never dare to falter.

— bf!kyle who… never wants you to pay for anything, especially when you’re with him — he doesn’t exactly fit in the ‘broke college student’ stereotype due to his scholarships floating him through, so he wanted to use his money for better things - like you.

— bf!kyle who… uses ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ far more than the average person — “can you stay at mine tonight, please?” - “no, thanks, baby but thank you.” - “please be careful, please?”

— bf!kyle who… never speaks up when his order is wrong, and begs you not to either, not wanting to be a bother to anyone. yet, you still do, as politely and kind as possible - solving the problem.

— bf!kyle who… secretly loves gossip - letting you spill every detail you have in full depth, listening attentively with furrowed eyebrows and lips parted when the drama get’s particularly juicy.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too fond of horror movies, but forcibly watches them with arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck, under the guise of ‘protecting’ you.

— bf!kyle who… never forgets anything you tell him about yourself, no matter what it is — your shoe size, siblings names, childhood pets - your favorite color, flower, movie, tv show, artist, song, food, dessert, drink, candy, ice cream, scent, fabric, sport; the list really could go on and on. it always surprises you when he mentions something you completely forgot ever telling him, and he only smiles with a small shrug, happy with himself for it.

— bf!kyle who… buys you a shirt matching his own whenever you mention liking it — sure, he could give you his, and he often does, but he also really loves surprising you with a smaller version of his own attire, grinning like an idiot whenever you put it on.

— bf!kyle who… listens to your music playlists whenever he’s in class, wanting to like what you like and understand you just that much better.

— bf!kyle who… never does anything physically without asking first, no matter the degree: “this okay?” - “can i…?” - “tell me if you want me to stop, please.”

— bf!kyle who… will stop you in the middle of walking to tie your shoe, pulling your foot onto his crouched knee to entangle the laces before lightly patting your ankle when he’s done, smiling fondly up at you.

— bf!kyle who… texts you menial updates throughout the day, just for the sake of starting a conversation: “just saw a bird steal a nut or somthin from a squirrel… lifes crazy :0”

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[moronkombat]

ohhh! can you do sfw/nsfw hcs for syzoth as well ?

tw: for mentions of pregnancy tehe sorry can't help it with syzoth

SFW

His methods of flirting is very different than what you are used to. You come from different cultures after all

Syzoth will present his interest through very low humming when he's around you. It is a very deep yet loud sound that sends vibrations all throughout him. You often do not know the intention behind these bellows and will often compliment on how well he hums

He does not stop there either. He'll serve you drinks and he'll blow small bubbles through a straw, making the liquid practically dance. This would make you laugh and Syzoth confused and frustrated. There's got to be a better way, right?

There is and its his last attempt at courtship through the ways he is familiar with. He'll approach you and encroach into your personal space. You open your mouth to question him but you're stopped. His nose comes to ghost across yours in a feathery dance and soon all of his efforts at wooing you are revealed. You two often laugh about it

He is incredibly sensitive to touch. What may feel like but a trace for you is a whole new world of vibrations for him. He shivers and hums when you lay your hands upon him. He always leans into your touch

Although he is sensitive to touch, he often seeks it out. He is rather cold majority of the time and your natural warmth is a wonderful comfort. There are times were he will fall asleep leaning against you or when you're in his arms. You don't have the heart to wake him

Syzoth has his doubts about his appearance. He knows the skin he wears is not his own but an image he conjures. He worries what you think of his natural form

He does not hide himself from you, you don't let him. He's done enough lingering in the shadows and having to hide. You would do well to let him know he is unjudged by you

When he shows you his natural form, he is nervous and so are you. There is a moment of pause but slowly you put your hands together, yours is so very small compared to his. There need no words to be said, you both understand each other with just that sensation of touch

NSFW

Syzoth would be lying if he said he didn't think about sex with his partner often

He enjoys masturbation and indulges frequently. His hominid anatomy is rather fun to explore but that is a secret he is not keen on telling

His partner is the drug that he just can't get enough of. Your scent is what riles him up the most. He will often take articles of your clothing but his motivations not entirely innocent

What's been taking is often used to help him get off. He'll stroke himself with it, finishing at the thought of your scents joining and creating something new and intoxicating

It is not often that he verbally requests for intimacy. He does so through gestures. He will start with light touches, seemingly pure. They are anything but as they begin to morph into sensual sensations

Once he gets going, it becomes difficult for him to stop and soon he is rutting himself against his partner panting and wanting

When having sex he wants his partner as close to him as possible. The heat of your skin drives him to a rapturous stupor

His preferred positions are anything that bring your bodies closer together. He does, however, seem to enjoy what some call the mating press or valedictorian. What does he call it? Pure intoxicating bliss

Syzoth is very vocal during sex. He doesn't let a single sound from him go muffled and he doesn't want yours to be either. He sings for you and you sing for him

He prefers to finish inside his partner. Why? because it is very instinctual for him. He so desperately wants to breed his partner, wants them completely filled with the essence he provides.

Once he finished, he keeps himself inside his partner. Not a single drop must spill. It's almost as if he wants his partner pregnant. That's because he does. It is a huge, and I'm talking huge, turn on for him

If pregnancy were to ever happen? You thought there was frequent sex before? Oh man, you haven't seen anything yet

[springseasonie]

can you please write something about a whinny mark and cockwarning

love your work💚💚

Something new (M)

Warnings: sexual content, subby mark, unprotected, clothed sex, overstimulation, proofread may still be errors (sorry)

Word count: 1,9k

A/N: I hope you like it. I'm sorry it took so long I've been busy 😭 hope he's whiny enough

"You know how your said honesty is the best policy right?"

You nodded, brow raising at the very obscure nature of his comment. "Yeah..I remember."

"Then, can I be honest about something…something I've been thinking about for a while?" Mark was standing in front of you, hands clinging to his pajama pants. He looked at you with that cute doe eyes look he gives you when he's unsure.

"Sure, go ahead," you said, nodding your head in encouragement.

"Can we try…cock warming," he asked, sighing when you gave him a confused expression.

"What… is that," you asked, squinting your eyes a bit.

"Well," he started, moving to sit down on the sofa next to you,"it's a thing…where I put..it..in you soft."

Mark was so cute when he was shy. You enjoyed his strong and confident personality of course, but he was always so shy and soft with you. You smiled, turning your body to him fully. "And why do you wanna try this?"

"Jaemin was telling me and the bros about it," he shrugged.

Mark was really close with his friends, sometimes a little too close in your opinion. He told them everything, sometimes things about you and him. You cringed every time you heard him talking about the things you two did, never understanding why they had to know about your sex life.

"Is this something he did with his girlfriend? Those 2 are pretty weird," you said, resting your head on the couch.

"Well yeah. He said they did it a couple of times, and it felt…intimate," Mark explained.

"Well I would argue the things we do are already intimate," you said, giving him a smile.

"Yeah they are." His voice trailed off a bit, the memories of you two going at each other coming back to his mind. The way you clung to him, gasping for air as you moaned his name in his ears. The way your hands would just glide all over his body, feeling him in all the right places. The way you would-

"Hello? Mark, you there," you laugh, snapping him out of his daze.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just…thinking about something," he said, looking back at you with a small smile.

You gave him a small laugh, placing your hand on his softly. "If you wanna do it, let's do it."

Mark looked at you a bit shocked and surprised. Usually you don't really listen to his ideas, and usually say you're a bit reserved on them, but for some reason you agreed. "Really?"

"Yeah, why not? I mean I do think it's weird, but it's not like we never did anything weird." You stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling his body off the sofa.

"O-oh, you wanna do this right now," he said a bit exasperated.

"Yeah. Why not," you said, dragging him to the bedroom. You opened the door and practically jumped on your bed dramatically.

"It's not supposed to be sexual…I think," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Jaemin said he didn't get hard."

"You're not Jaemin, so this might be a little different." Mark sits on the bed next to you, taken back when you almost immediately climb over him. You were already wearing nothing but his shirt, so you didn't bother to get undressed. Mark was a bit nervous despite your laid back attitude.

Mark pulled himself out his pants completely soft. He looked up at you, brows raised and his pretty eyes on display. You pulled your panties to the side, smiling at his expression. "You're so cute when you make that face," you said.

"What face?" He watched you as you took him gently, lining his tip with your entrance as you slowly sunk onto him. Mark closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath feeling you wrap around him. It would be humiliating for him to get hard so fast, so he knew he had to keep his mental state strong.

"It doesn't matter anymore, you changed it so fast," you breathed out. "Do you think you'll be able to hold out long?"

"What do you mean?"

"Not get hard," you laughed softly.

Mark opened his eyes, narrowing them at you. "Is that a challenge?"

"No. Not unless you want it to be." You looked down at him, wrapping your arm around his neck.

Mark put his hands on your hips, gripping them tight. It was taking him every ounce of self control to not thrust into you. He had to distract himself quickly. "How was your day," he asked, trying to be normal.

"What? Where did that come from," you laughed.

"Just answer," he whined softly.

"Well, um, it was good because I was here with you all day," you answered, fingers running through the hair on the back of his head. "How was your day?"

"It was okay. Me and Haechan did some music and…"

"And?"

"And, um.." he could barely speak, let alone think. You weren't moving and neither was he, but god, it was really starting to do something to him.

"Mark, baby, you forgot how to speak," you chuckled softly, raising a brow.

"Shut up," he whined, letting out a small defeated groan. "Can we just…change the conversation?"

"Okay…what are you doing tomorrow," you asked.

"You hopefully," he mumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Well since you asked," you started,"I'm going out with Lia and Jennie to brunch. Then we're gonna go get our nails done and then-" You stopped talking almost immediately feeling the growing sensation between your legs. Mark was growing harder with each passing moment in the silence. You looked at him, the man looking down with eyes closed in embarrassment. "That was..fast."

"Shut up," he grumbled.

"You got hard while I was talking about my girls' day plans," you teased, making him groan in embarrassment. "Do my plans with my friends excite you that much?"

"Please…just shut up."

You gave him a soft chuckle moving your arms from his neck and placing your hands on his. This one little action makes him harder, the man starting to breathe heavily underneath you. You decided to play with him a little, moving your hips slowly, letting out a small moan.

Mark's grip on your hips tightened as you moved. The poor man was trying so hard to not get turned on even more, he was failing desperately. He was so embarrassed about how fast he got hard, but you loved it.

"Just move, don't play with me," he whined, burying his face in your clothed chest to hide his blushing.

You bit your lip softly, moving on top of him slowly. With every movement, Mark let out a breathy moan growing harder and harder with every movement. "You're so cute when you're begging." You couldn't see his face but you knew he was blushing. The soft pants against your shirt made your heart flutter. "Does it feel good?"

"Mhm," he breathed softly. "W-wait a second." Mark lifted you off of him, scooting lower on the bed so that he was laying under you. His cheek and ears were so red, it was almost too cute. Mark let out a small whine when you sunk back onto him, now fully hard. "Shit."

"Jaemin definitely lied to you," you said, starting to ride him slowly again. "There's no way he didn't get hard."

"I'm starting to think that," he groaned softly, brows knitting. Mark's hands snaked their way up your bare legs, thumbs pressing into your skin softly. His hands cupped your ass, gripping the flesh softly not wanting to be too rough. You could tell he was holding back a lot, moving your hands from his shoulders to his chest.

You started moving faster, earning whimpers from the man below you. Before you knew it, he moved his hands from your ass and to your shirt, lifting the fabric separating your chest from his eyes. You took the shirt, placing it in your mouth to bite down, holding it up. Mark's whiny and breathy moans increased when his hands groped your chest, squeezing and fondling your breast in his hands.

Mark couldn't take his eyes off your body, the way you moved on top of him, the sheer look on your face - it was heaven. Mark rolled your nipples between his fingers, making you whine loudly in pleasure. Just as the piece of fabric fell from your teeth, Mark started thrusting up into you.

"Just wanna feel you cum around me," he whimpered, hands going from your chest to your hips. He held them tight until your movements came to a full stop. Mark thrusted into you faster, whines and whimpers falling from his lips uncontrollably. "Need to cum in you so bad.."

Your brows knit as you throw your head back, moaning softly. "You're so good for me."

"R-really," he panted, thrusting deeper into you.

"Yeah." Your hand left his chest, slipping between your legs, rubbing your clit fast. "You're such a good boy."

You've never said that to him before, so you were a bit unsure about how he would take it. But the last thing you would've expected was for him to fuck you harder, making you cry out his name.

"I-I'm your good boy?"

"Yes you are baby," you said in breathy moans. You had no idea he was so close, but saying he was a good boy again made him cum on the spot. He came inside you with the prettiest whimper you ever heard him make, eyes closed feeling you squeeze around his overly sensitive tip.

"Y/N, fuck," he panted, still thrusting into you slowly. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes from the overstimulation, not sure if he should lift you off of him or just keep fucking you till he came a second time.

"Keep going baby, I'm almost there." Mark's grip weakened with how sensitive he was. you started riding him again, meeting his thrust with your movements. The one hand that was on his chest gripped his shirt tight as you felt your orgasm starting to creep.

Mark felt you fluttering around him making him thrust faster in you. "Fuck.."

"Are you gonna cum for me?"

Mark nodded fast, desperation all over his face. Just as his hand went from your hips to your waist, you came around him, moaning loudly as your body shuddered against his. The feeling of you squeezing around him was all that it took for him to cum inside you again, pressing his hips into you cumming deep inside you.

Mark let go of your hips, watching you as your body slumped over his tiredly holding his headboard. He stared up at you, a smile tugging at his lips when sweat dripped from your face to his. "That was fun," he said, breathing heavily.

"I never knew you got hard so easily," you laughed. "Boosted my ego, not gonna lie."

Mark rolled his eyes playfully, pushing his hair from his forehead. "You're never gonna let this go are you?"

"Nope," you said, shaking your head. "And I'm never gonna stop calling you a good boy."

Mark's expression changed almost immediately, going from relaxed to flustered. A blush crept its way to his ears, making them a light shade of pink.

"Don't get shy now. You were so cute. I've never seen you so…eager before," you said, lips curling into a small smile.

"I never wanna talk about this again." Mark moved you off of him, eyeing the mess the both of you made between your legs. "We are definitely doing that again," he mumbled.

"Absolutely. Can't wait."

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Kinktober Day 14: Creampie (Homicidal Liu x Reader)

Warnings: It has plot, angst, murders, melancholy

Ever since his brother Jeffrey, or as he now called himself, Jeff the Killer, tried to kill him and Sully showed up, he knew he would never be the same. All of his dreams as a naive young man had vanished. However, he met you, and for a moment, just for an instant, he believed he could have what he always dreamed of. Love, stability, and peace.

However, that dream only lasted a moment. Until today. The day you met Sully. The day he had feared so much. It's not that Sully was going to kill you, because he wouldn't. But... you could get scared; you could leave him.

But there were things that couldn't be avoided.

The man's body was being repeatedly stabbed with a knife. The screams had long since ceased; there was no point in even continuing anymore. But there it was: your boyfriend killing a man. You were going to run and never come back, until his gaze fell on you. They weren't the same eyes. No. He lowered his knife and looked you over from head to toe, analyzing you. He nodded and left.

And that was it.

After that, you couldn't leave.

The day you told Liu off, he was nervous. He had explained everything to you. And you didn't know what to do. He didn't look visibly well. No. It wouldn't even be strategic to leave him. You swore you would leave him when he stabilized, but there came a time when time passed and passed. You never had the audacity to tell him. And you never left him.

After months of that, you were together in one of your few temporary hiding places. The room and the environment outside that shelter were lonely. There was no sound from outside—no sounds of cars or murmurs from people. Liu and you were lying face to face on his bed, looking into each other's eyes. If it were in another context, you would swear that you were a conventional couple in love. But you knew how things were. Your fingers caressed his cheek with a tenderness you hadn’t had all these months. His muscles tensed at the feeling of the loving touch. His features were confused, but it was better not to ask. He didn’t want to ruin the moment.

The room was a mess, neither of you making an effort to put things back in their place. It’s not like this was a safe place. At some point, they will have to escape from there and go somewhere else. When that thought crossed your mind, you moved away from Liu and lay on your back, your head turning away, to avoid seeing Liu's disappointed expression.

His fingers caressed your arm, giving you silent comfort.

“He likes you, you know?” He murmured, moving closer to you.

This time, you looked at him.

“How?”

“Sully,” he clarified, giving you a subtle smile. “He likes you.”

“And what does that mean?” You asked him, returning to your previous position.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, disappointed at not knowing what to say. “But he won’t hurt you.”

You laughed halfheartedly.

You didn’t want to pull away when Liu placed his lips on your neck, sucking and licking your skin, passionate and needy for you. Inside, he was happy that you didn’t reject his affections. His hands roamed your body, and he gripped your flesh with moderate force. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensations, forgetting that the person who gave you pleasure was, in fact, a murderer and that you would never be away from him again. Not when you fled with him, not when you were his accomplice.

Although Liu wasn’t the villain in the story.

You tried to push away those thoughts that justified Liu of all blame, since those were the proof that you were losing your sanity day by day.

Liu positioned himself on top of you, looking at you through his loving eyes. His lips moved down to your chest, giving short, quick kisses, reflecting the enormous desire he felt for you. His attention was slowly descending, leaving your skin wet with his saliva. Your breathing hitched as he kissed you between your thighs, very close to your center, giving small bites from time to time, while he listened carefully to the nature of your reactions. His tongue went to your center, licking over your underwear, enjoying the wet spot that stood out through the fabric. You looked at his expression; he was enjoying it, he felt comfortable after so long.

He pulled your underwear down to your ankles and separated your legs a little, licking his lips at the sight of your intimacy exposed to him. His erection was painful, he was excited, like he had never been before. He wanted you. He wanted you after not having you all those months.

Your head fell back, being cushioned by the pillow. He enjoyed your shameless moans, your rolling eyes, and your hands gripping the sheets, whitening your knuckles. You knew no one would be around, you knew no one would judge you, and you knew that even if they did, it wouldn't go very far.

Pleasure overwhelmed your morality, at least for the moment. His tongue moved beautifully, enjoying you and everything you had to give. Your stomach twisted in pleasure, tension building in your crotch, and you were practically begging for sweet release. He pulled out of you and positioned himself back on top of you, at the same height. He unbuttoned his own pants, revealing his dripping erection. His hands were on either side of your head. He thrust himself inside you, earning a surprised and worried reaction from you.

“I think you forgot to put the condom on." You told him, both hands on his forearms, forcing him to stop.

“No, I just didn’t mean to use it.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your torso closer to him and enjoying the softness of your blade. He growled into your ear, letting out random moans and pressing your body tighter against him. His thrusts weren't in a steady rhythm; they were uncoordinated, suggesting the need he was building up for you. He wanted to fill you, to cum inside you. To him, it was a symbol of what could have been and wasn't. It was a metaphor for what you could have been at his side. Of the role you would have played in his life.

Liu's knot that had been tight was released, and you knew it. You knew it because now his thrusts were short and shaky. His body was shaking, and the sounds coming out of your mouth were shivers. Pleasure ran through his body from the feeling of orgasm. From the feeling of his liquid entering you, filling you, and covering you completely.

Next was you. Your toes curled, your nails dug into Liu's back, and your mouth opened, letting out a liberating cry. Your skin tingled with excitement. You had never let yourself be so carried away by pleasure as you were in this moment.

Liu's lips kissed your sweaty neck. It was a beautiful image: him in love, his clothes on the bedroom floor, alcohol on the furniture, and silence. The beautiful silence.

He still hadn't left you. It was his metaphor.

Sadness took over him, making his head rest on your chest in search of comfort. He filled you and came inside you for all those children he will never have with you. For not being able to give you a serious commitment.

For all those children and for all that stable life he will never give you. When he came inside you, he believed for a second that it was possible.

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i know there’s a lot of this same prompt on this app but i love your writing and i would love to see it from you <33

OK!! Macaque and Wukong with a gender natural reader which simply LOVES their fur and gets really clingy on their tail and ear(s for macaque :3), treating them like a literal plushie

monkie plush!

— wukong & macaque, gn!reader

i feel the need to personally apologise for how many months it took for me to post this <//3 i've been SO SLOW recently,, i can't guarantee i'll be getting any faster, either

heheuwudhhey!! none of u should worry about sending me an ask with a 'common' prompt—just because someone else has done it before, doesn't mean i won't want to write it!!! i like giving ppl my own opinion on these sorts of headcanons LOL

;; fluff, fluff, and more fluff!! (+mention of something more spicy, but nothing explicit)...

WUKONG

- he RELISHES in any affection you give him, and he isn't afraid to show it.

- you'll come up behind him, embrace him while rubbing your face in his fur, and he will MELT.

- leans back into your arms, wrapping his tail around you to pull you even closer; and, if you're listening closely, you might hear quiet purring.

- honestly, he'll do the same to you — compared to monkey hair, human hair is VERY soft and feels very nice :3

- cuddles between you two are just constantly rubbing your faces in each others hair.

- i can also imagine that his tail would be sensitive, as most monkey's tails are...

- be careful, though, because certain areas of his tail are more sensitive than others — you may run into a situation you didn't mean to...

- ...ANYWAYS

- while i can imagine him being the big spoon a majority of the time, he could TOTALLY be a little spoon.

- he enjoys being able to hold YOU, since he likes feeling in control, and as if he's protecting you, but he'll happily sit back and let you cuddle him.

- play with his hair, twirl his tail, brush him...

- tbh, the other monkeys would probably join you a lot, interpreting it as a grooming session.

- me and the boys [monkeys], grooming each other on a sunday morning.

- he will complain, though, if you don't let him cuddle YOU sometimes.

- you two are almost sickening with the amount of PDA you show; cue MK pretending to puke in the background, but Wukong does have SOME decency, and will get a little embarrassed if you take it too far.

- if you're both out in public, chilling in Megapolis or something, and you start rubbing your face in his fur and cooing at him? he'll go red pretty quickly, and shyly respond with small affections in an attempt to sate your clinginess for now.

- this especially goes for being around people he feels the need to keep a reputation up with — like, the brotherhood, although most of them would laugh it off, they'll tease him for it at some point, or anyone from the celestial realm.

- he'll make it up to you later with plenty of cuddles, but for now? he's gotta look cool and tough in front of lil' old Nezha /j

MACAQUE

- hes touch starved as hell (we all know it).

- BUT he gets shy when it comes to affection, but he's hypocritical about it...

- constantly drapes himself over your shoulders, resting his head on top of your own when he gets the chance, etc etc.

- however, if you DARE even try to hug him, he's gonna get real nervous.

- doesn't know how to properly relax at your touch; he may not exactly move away from you, but he won't lean into it (at first).

- this especially goes for PDA – he loves you, but not now; he's gotta look cool and mysterious at all times.

- if you're with people that he lets his guard down around, he'll be a bit more playful with you.

- he notices you attempting to sneak behind him for a cuddle attack? next thing you know, theres a familiar cape-covered arm thrown over your shoulder, blocking your affection with his own with a teasing smile.

- he IS different when in private, though !!

- more willing to give in to your touches, but it is clear that he's unsure how to feel about it.

- after a while, though, i feel that he would learn to find a lot of comfort in your hands ?

- like, if he's had a rough day, he'll probably seek you out to be showered in affection,, in a way, it makes him feel very loved and worthy.

- he's such a little spoon too, i'm sorry LOL

- but he has his confident days, just ask and he'll be happy to be the one holding you instead.

- it took a while for him to be comfortable with normal affection, yeah? well, it's gonna take even LONGER for him to be comfortable with touching his ears, let alone losing the glamour on them.

- the day he lets his glamour down around you, is the day he's decided that you're stuck with him forever, sorry to break it to you...

- his ears are VERY sensitive, so please be careful, he's very cautious with you touching them.

- but he'll never admit how nice it feels for you to massages his ears, especially with how much stress they give him from the loud noises in the city (not that you can't tell, he's practically melted into your lap and would ABSOLUTELY be purring if he could).

- overall, it takes time, and he won't ever be fully comfortable with PDA, but he's a big softie in private <3