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[squishescommishes]

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[fluffy-bluffy]

Feels after the first kiss...

Hello everybody 💐 How are you guys? So, this is a short PAC of how you and your person will feel after your first kiss. It can be your future spouse,next partner, crush absolutely anyone

Just a warning that this is a general reading and it is only for entertainment purposes. So take what resonates and leave the rest for others.

Let's get started 💪🏻

Pile 1 ---- Pile 2 ---- Pile 3

Pile 4 ---- Pile 5 ---- Pile 6

Pile 1

🪻 Their Feelings :

I can see that your person is extremely attracted to you. But they are someone who will not act impulsively and even after the kiss they will think about it not that they won't like it . they would love it . they are attracted to you and they want to do a lot more things with you but again they want to take it slow and be more cautious about where this relationship is going. It is possible from their side that after this kiss the physical intimacy might be a little slow because they do not want to regret it later not to say they are not attracted to you I am getting this message again and again attracted to you but again they just want the best for both of you.  They might as well feel uncertain as to how to proceed further,  this is not shyness it's the fear of interpreting it wrong.

🪻Your Feelings :

Just like your person you will also pause for a moment after the kiss and try to weigh  everything like all the outcomes which are possible or consequences you might have to face if you came in a relationship with this person or if this continues further.

You might feel a bit distant from them not in a negative way but like you would not know how to process this. Also there was a huge gap in between your card falling out whereas for your partner all the cards fell almost together.

You might be worried about the future and want things to happen at a faster pace as your person wants to go slow. I don't see any arguments or anything it is just both of you are attracted to each other but maybe current circumstances or the situation which you are in are not very supporting or it is just that you both lack communication and you both should just talk.

So it is possible that in the starting will just feel numb and then slowly you will realise what has happened.

Pile 2

🪻Their Feelings :

Alright pile 2  this person will immediately think of building a family with you . they will be like wanting something permanent with you immediately after the kiss. They would want to take care of you and look after you. They would even say that  " I want kids with you" that is what I am getting. They might have a cheeky smile and they would flash it to you a lot after the kiss like it won't be awkward at all. This is someone who will be in a long term commitment with you. They just adore you pile 2. 

🪻Your Feelings :

Pile 2 you will feel like you have transcended to another world where there it is just you and your person you won't be able to express this feeling logically or why are you feeling this way logically as even after days and weeks and months you would just think of it as a very very magical experience. Something you will never forget. You would admire your person very much and although it feels very dreamy and whimsical to you I am also seeing that you will be very practical about this relationship. I mean I don't know if I can explain it properly or not but yes there is a dreamy and magical Vibe but also a very practical and logical and sensible approach.

You will literally be on the 9th cloud and it will make you feel very tender and in tune with your feminine energy.

Pile 3

🪻Their Feelings :

Pile 3 your person will think that their search is over and you are the person for them you are the magician of their life and you are someone who would provide them with every happiness that the world has in store for them. Right after the kiss your person might be confused as to how they shall show their emotions to you they could be someone who is not very emotionally connected to other people be it you or anyone else they like to keep to themselves but they want to tell you what a magical experience they have had with you and to express it in words might become difficult for them. They will feel very enthusiastic after the kiss and I'm also getting they might want to go on a dinner date with you like if not a date you guys might eat out after this.

Guys I was literally forgetting words while I am doing there energy so this person might not be very upfront about their emotional well being and what they feel.

🪻Your Feelings :

You will feel like you guys will make a power couple and there is a lot of potential in this relationship. You will straight up go into your delusional world you know that the other person doesn't share their feelings easily but you will understand through their actions  and the way they  treat you afterwards that what they are trying to say I am seeing that you would be really good at knowing and understanding their actions.

you will feel like this is the person you have been waiting for your entire life.

Pile 4

🪻Their Feelings :

They will feel like they have been reborn after the kiss. they feel like the most dramatic person you will ever meet also when I was shuffling the cards for your person I thought about one of my colleagues like randomly and that guy he is like the sweetest creature I have ever met on this planet he is very sweet and very comforting to be around. Someone very soft spoken not introvert but like selectively extrovert. These could be some of the traits your person has also he is very supportive and he is always rooting for me we do not talk too much but whenever we do he is always like trying to motivate me to do different stuff another thing I am remembering about him is football he loves to play football.

They are very dramatic. Like they will think " I have a crush on pile 4 "  after the kiss but it is quite possible that you guys are already in a relationship. that's the energy Pile 4 they might as well blush ALOT.

🪻Your Feelings :

From your side I am seeing pile 4 that there is a possibility that this kiss happens when you both for some reason are going to be on a distance for sometime it could be like them leaving for some business work or you going on a vacation with your family or friends where they cannot be a part of it or vice versa whatever it is it is a short period of time anyway you think this is your the person.  the way they are reacting you never thought about it that someone could even give such a reaction you could be an over thinker and it is like your part time job to overthink  really everything but after the kiss and the reaction they are giving. you haven't tbh you would be waiting for the next time when you have an intimate moment together.

Pile 5

🪻Their Feelings :

Pile 5 your person will feel emotionally connected to you after this kiss. like they will feel such a bond with you they have never felt before. I am pretty sure they will start thinking about having kids with you and a beautiful family while they are kissing you not even after.  while they are and this is a very happy chirpy energy. Is there anybody here in this pile whose vocabulary in English is really top notch because I am getting that for some reason and you guys might have an inside joke relating to this topic. I am also getting that they are  kind of funny and a very jolly person in general so they might as well start smiling while you guys are you know maybe right after the kiss and you would be like " WhaT aRe YoU dOiNG it's A MoMeNt leT's eNJoy IT ?!?!!" okay I am getting a very best friend kind of energy from their side it's like you guys are best friends and lovers as well.

🪻Your Feelings :

Okay so you are the overthinkers my pile 5 you guys would be very unsettled after the kiss. Not because you did not like it but you would feel like "oh did he like it" "what is he thinking about me" "have I done it correctly" "what if he expected more" "shall we do something else as well"  and for some of you this might trigger something from the past resulting in sleepless night again this person is going to be your biggest support system they are not irritated at all and will reassure you thousand times a day if they have to. I do get a best friend energy here as well so this person is not just your partner, lover,crush they are also your best friend and as a best friend they would make sure you are always comfortable around them.

They are literally thinking of getting married to you whereas you are overthinking it. not your fault but try to not do it ; it is bad for you.

Pile 6

🪻Their Feelings :

Pile 6 you guys might kiss in the early stages of your relationship or even when you are not in relationship I am not really focusing on the situations and circumstances in this pac but as you guys do they might start having feelings feel like they had them before but now it is mostly what is in their mind 24X7. 

you make them nostalgic you feel like home to them. They feel like they have hit home after the kiss this is a very calm and peaceful energy it is something they might have not felt in a long time I am also getting that this person is a very jolly and someone who carries their heart on their sleeves. You will make them feel at peace and with this their feelings might start accelerating for you. Not because they want to be with you physically but because you make their heart at peace you do things to them they didn't know anybody could do. Also why am I getting this person could have an mexican - american accent.

🪻Your Feelings :

For you my pile 6 you guys might feel stable after this kiss it is like you both have finally taken a step forward. it is quite possible that you both were feeling stuck in this relationship before the kiss happened but as soon as this happened you guys might feel that finally the things are moving forward and in a positive way.

During the course of the kiss you will be very comforted to be in their arms and I am getting a scenario for you guys I will try to explain it as accurately as I can.

You both are standing in the kitchen and that is where the initial tension builds up.  I am seeing no arguments no fights prior to the kiss but maybe just a little playful Banter which might have caused some sexual tension and hence the result.

Either way you both would feel like this is the stepping stone for your relationship and from this point onwards there is only gonna be positive  developments in the relationship.

Thank you so very much for reading this PAC. Will be bringing more soon. Byeee

[themuseofaphrodite]

they say these are the golden years ✧ LN4

summary: it’s 2025, and lando norris has just won his first-ever world championship title. as his dutiful girlfriend, you prepare for a night alone to celebrate…and it turns into something you’ll never forget.

trigger warnings: suggestive & mature content, swearing, mentions of alcohol

word count: 2.0k

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The world shined bright around you, illuminating the glow of the streetlights and glitter of the asphalt race track. In front of you lay the podium, where your boyfriend – Lando fucking Norris, everybody – was currently celebrating his first World Championship title. His face was split in a grin as he sprayed champagne over the crowd and on the other two drivers who shared a podium with him. The curly brown hair you adored so much was in disarray and the skin you knew by heart was glistening with sweat that you had to resist the urge to lick off.

It was a celebration for the ages, and you were so proud of him. He worked his ass off to be where he was, fighting for wins in the Grands Prix and spending hours in the sim to make sure he was at the top of his game. Now he was finally crowned champion, and his labor had come to fruition. You could not wait until he met you back at the motorhome, and you could give him a reward that would rival the sweet success of the title and trophy. 

Lando clambered down the podium, his hazel eyes immediately searching for you in the crowd. Once he spotted you, he made a beeline and jumped into your waiting arms, almost making you fall flat onto the pavement. He pressed a series of frantic kisses across your face, over your chin and eyebrow and jaw, marking you as his. You heard the flash of the cameras as they snapped dozens of photos of your passionate makeout session, but you didn’t care. “I love you so fucking much, darling,” he furiously whispered in your ear. “Thank you for being here. For staying with me even with all my shit.”

“Of course, Lan,” you responded, your heart melting at his words. “I love you too.”

He beamed at you and buried his face in the crook of your neck again. You inhaled his scent: musky sweat mixed with saccharine victory champagne. If you could get a smell tattooed in your veins, it would be his. “Let’s go home, hm?” he inquired, his tone hinting at something more and his eyes darkening as he appraised you.

You nodded, a nervous, anticipatory energy spreading through you. “Yeah. We can leave.”

Although you and Lando had been dating for almost a year, you had never crossed a certain point — that point being sex. It wasn’t like you wanted to be celibate or anything, you just didn’t know how to broach the topic. Lando was skilled and had lots of experience; that much you could tell from the way he fondled and kissed you. He was also a gentleman, which meant that he wouldn’t make a move that involved the bedroom until you gave him the green light.

You weaved past the thick crowds, stopping every so often in order for Lando to receive victorious pats on the shoulder or words of congratulations. Eventually, you made it through and you could breathe the cold, fresh air again. “Lando,” you said anxiously. “When we get home… I…” 

He looked at you, waiting for you to continue, although you could tell by the way he repositioned himself that he already suspected what you would ask. “Yeah? What’s up, love?”

You shifted under the weight of his gaze, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. “I…We’ve never…So I wanted to…” You stuttered awkwardly, unable to conjure up an intelligible sentence.

Lando moved nearer to you, tilting your face up to meet his. “What do you want to do?”

“I…” Your face blazed even redder, like it had been stung by fire coral. “I want to have sex with you.” The words left your mouth in a single breath. You stared at him in anticipation, the blood rushing in your ears.

A smirk crooked over Lando’s lips as he registered what you had said. “You want to fuck me, baby?” he crooned, kissing the top of your forehead. “How long have you been holding in those desires? Wanting to feel my cock in you?”

You shivered beneath him, the dirty words making your skin prickle with need. “Lando, I…Please. I need you.”

He grinned. “I’ve waited so long to hear those words.” Without another word, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the backseat of his car. “Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you here. As much as I’d love for everyone to hear your moans as I ride you, I’d like to keep this time sacred, for just us. Then I’ll have my way with you regardless if there’s people around.”

Carefully, Lando nudged you down flat, closing the door behind him with his foot and locking it shut with a click of his keys. He twisted the button behind the seat, letting it go fully horizontal and allowing for more room. “This OK, baby?” he said as he positioned himself on top of you.

“Yeah,” you whispered almost inaudibly.

He froze in place, his hands stopping their journey around your waist. “Louder. I want to hear you say that this is OK, because God forbid I hurt you.”

You gave him a comforting smile. “It’s fine, Lando. Please continue.”

Lando nodded and tucked your hair back away from your neck, lowering his lips to the soft flesh. He began to suck, leaving small love bites on the sides and a larger one by a birthmark in the front.

You arched into him, granting him greater access. “Lando, please…”

He paused again, his eyes searching yours for consent. “As soon as you want me to stop, you tell me. I will, I promise. No questions asked.”

“Don’t,” you said, your head rolling back as you stifled a moan.

Lando chuckled, his hardness bearing down on your core and driving you mad. “Didn’t realize I had such an effect on you, darling. So needy and desperate for me. Bet it was eating you up inside, all your pent-up desire, when I could have been eating you out.”

You whimpered as he continued down your body, his hands finding the swell of your breasts under your blouse. “So beautiful,” he breathed. “And it’s all for me.”

“Please, Lando. I need you.” 

He grinned. “You don’t have to tell me twice, but are you sure you want to have sex for the first time in the back of my car? We’re not high schoolers anymore. Think you can keep it contained for the car ride, baby? Or do you want to be fucked like a whore who can’t hold in how needy she is?”

You shook your head, pressing your thighs together to soothe the aching and growing burn that was developing in your core. “No, I can wait,” you hesitated. “I’m not a whore.”

Lando scoffed. “Not a whore, yet you’d open your legs willingly for any man who’d give you a good fuck.”

“No, I would open my legs for only you,” you promised him. “I don’t care who else wants me. I want…I need you.”

He raised one eyebrow, righting himself up from where he was bent over you. “Good girl.” 

You pouted. “Do you really think that I’d fuck another man?”

“There’s a lot of pretty boy distractions around here,” Lando clarified. “I wouldn’t be surprised if your eye snagged on a different driver and you took him home while I was busy with the sim.”

Your jaw fell open and you bolted upwards, almost smacking Lando in the nose with your face. “Lando, what the hell? You think I’d cheat on you?”

“I don’t think you would.” He shrugged one shoulder, nonchalant. “You’d crawl back to me in a second, begging for my cock like the wretched slut you are.”

You tilted your head. “And why would that be?”

“My cock’s the only thing that could ever bring you pleasure, darling.” He tugged a loose strand of your hair. “You’ll see.”

Lando was definitely not wrong with that declaration. Thirty minutes later, you had just entered the motorhome, and it was time to finally get some action. Lando knew you were a virgin, so he talked you through everything, taking your clothes off gently and setting them on the bedside counter. “I want your first time to be special,” he said as he unclasped the heart necklace around your chest and began taking off the rest of your jewelry. “I want you to look back on this and remember how well I can pleasure you.”

When it was Lando’s turn to get undressed, you tilted your face away, face flaring crimson again with awkwardness. His tanned body was honed with corded muscle, rock-hard abs disappearing into a V. You had seen him shirtless before, yet every time it took your breath away. He was like a Greek god amongst mortals, chiseled by an immortal sculptor’s hand. 

“You OK still?” he rasped, his voice like gravel. “I’ll stop if you want.”

You bobbed your head to the sides vehemently. “No. Please keep going.”

Lando tugged down his boxers, freeing himself and causing your eyes to widen. Fuck, he was enormous. There was no way all of it would fit. 

He laughed when he saw your face. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” you responded.

He pulled you in for a hug, his muscles rippling as he embraced you. “If it starts to hurt, you tell me immediately and I’ll pull out, OK? I want this to be fun for you, not painful.”

“OK.” You kissed his jaw and waited for his next move, which was to lift you up and place you on the bed. 

“I’ll be right back. I need to get a condom,” he told you, and you whined impatiently. He vanished into the bathroom, clinking around in the medicine drawer before you could hear the sound of a crinkling wrapper. Once he came back, he situated himself on top of you, opening your legs wider and pinning your hands down. “I’m going to enter you now. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

You sucked in a breath as you felt his tip prod your entrance and then cross its threshold. A bloom of heat rushed through you, resulting in a loud moan from both partners. Lando kissed you, a feather-light brushing of his lips against your cheek while he began to thrust harder within you. “Does this feel good?” he inquired a moment later. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. “It does.”

Slowly but surely, a wave of bliss built up in you, crashing down like a tsunami. You quivered underneath Lando, your voice shaking as you moaned. “Fuck, Lando…” you mumbled.

“You like that?” Lando asked, a slice of his teeth widening as he continued to propel into you. “Coming like a good little slut?”

You moaned again as his pace quickened. “Yes.”

A moment later, you felt Lando quaver, his muscles convulsing as his breaths became more labored. “Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good.” He gave you a kiss on your lips and deepened his thrusts.

A groan broke through your lips as you cried out, “Lando, it hurts.”

Instantaneously, the pressure in your core lessened. Lando extricated his dick from you, his cheeks ruddy from exertion. “You OK?” he said, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Was I too harsh?”

“This is my first time,” you reminded him, and he swore under his breath.

“I’m sorry, love. I got too caught up.” He pecked you on the lips again. “You’re just so tight and wet for me, it’s difficult for me to stay sane.”

“It’s OK,” you promised and smiled up at him. 

Lando laid down beside you, wrapping one arm around you and dragging you close to him. “I’m such a muppet, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“I understand.” You flopped over to your side, meeting his intense stare. “You can make it up to me by cuddling me for the rest of the night.”

Lando laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls in the room. “I’ll gladly do anything for you, love.”

“Was this everything you wanted?” you asked shyly.

He rested his head against yours, his voice a low purr. “You’re everything I wanted and more.”

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[luveline]

I love your KBD universe, I know that Beth is having a hard time with being the weird kid and I just have to say as a lover of weird things and people I would love to see something where Bethie comes home from school happy to have met someone who LOVES that she’s a little weird!

dad!steve and his weird girls <3 mom!reader, 1k

When you get home from work with the big kids in tow, Steve’s gonna kiss you stupid. With baby Wren gurgling on his tummy and less-baby Dove sitting by his head where he lays on the couch, he’s never been this happy. He’ll be happier when the big girls are home, but for now, he’s snug as a bug, treated by his second youngest to a buffet of affection. 

“Love you,” Dove says, kissing his cheek for the tenth time in the last two minutes. He can’t stop laughing.

“I love you, too!” he says, shifting his hand to give Wren some more room. 

“Love you, dad,” Dove says.

“I know, baby, I know. Thank you for the kisses, you’re so nice.” 

Dove kisses him again. “You’re happy,” she says. 

“So happy. Can I get another kiss, you think?” 

He turns into her. She’s sitting too high to be cuddled; all Steve can do is take in her sweetness. He can’t believe how quickly her babyhood has passed into toddlerhood, and she’s been sort of a nightmare, but she’s also his little girl. She’s your daughter, her sisters’ sister. She was always going to be lovely, and Steve feels it like a loving punch as she noses at his ear. “Daddy,” she laughs, “you’re too warm.” 

“I’m blushing, babe, I’m getting all these nice kisses!” He laughs like an idiot and decides he must hug her, pulling his arm up and scooping her into his chest. 

She groans in annoyance before she realises what he’s doing, “Hug!” she says excitedly. 

“Hug!” he echoes, wrapping his arm around her. She’s starting to look less like a baby and more like a little tiny kid, which he hates and loves at the same time. “Aw, I love you, Dovey.” 

The door clatters open. Wren jumps at the sound, hiding her face in Steve’s neck, to which he gives a good back rubbing. “It’s okay, bubby, it’s just your mommy. Don’t be silly, huh? Just mommy. You’re gonna be happy when she turns the corner.” 

“Shoes,” you’re saying from the door, though Steve can’t see you, he can tell you’re smiling. “Shoes, Beth, then you can tell dad.” 

“Daddy, we’re home!” Avery shouts. 

“I can hear you, babe!” he shouts back, not unkindly. 

“Dad, I have something to tell you!” Beth shouts. 

Steve hoists himself up into a sitting position, two babies in his arms, knowing you’ll know he’s laid down all day from the mess of his hair alone but not trying to hide it. You can do whatever you want on your vacation days, you’d teased. Just make sure you feed the kids.

“Hi,” you say, appearing in the doorway, two balls of energy at your legs that bolt for Steve the second they see him. 

“Girls, I don’t have long enough arms,” he says, trying to cuddle them all, even though it’s impossible. 

He finds himself suddenly relieved of the second youngest. Dove might love her father, but she adores her mother, and she hasn’t seen you all day —she slinks down out of his hold and through the mess of her sisters to grab at you, to which you gratefully receive her, pulling her up to station on your hip. “Hi, gorgeous,” Steve hears you say. Avery pushes him back, climbing into his lap with a happy sigh. “Miss me today? I missed you,” you ask sweetly. 

“What did you want to tell me, Beth?” Steve asks curiously, grinning as Avery makes herself comfortable on his thigh, her arm wrapping behind his neck. He’s happy to see everybody else so happy, even if it’s hectic. 

Beth beams up at him with her brightest smile in weeks. She’s been having such a hard time at school, Steve wondered if he could start homeschooling, coming home upset nearly every other day. It isn’t fair. His relief that she’s had a good day is palpable. 

“Dad, there’s a new girl! Her name is Francesca and she’s got the same birthday as me and guess what!” 

“What?” he asks. 

“She said she likes being weird!” Beth’s eyes glow shiny with joy. “Cos Hilly called me weird, and she said she likes being weird. She said we can be best friends.” Beth hits his knee in her excitement. “She liked me, dad.” 

“Why wouldn’t she like you?” he asks, wondering how old he’ll have to be before he stops tearing up at Beth’s good heart. He blinks quickly to dispel any tears before they can gather. “Her name is Francesca? When did she move? Do you think she wants to come for dinner?” 

Your laugh is a snort. “Steve.” 

“What? Friends come for dinner. Best friends! Did you speak to her mom?” he asks you. 

“I didn’t see her.” 

“Don’t worry, Beth, I’ll speak to her in the morning. We’ll see if they want to come for dinner or go swimming or something.” 

Beth’s smile gets wider, “Really?” 

“Yeah, really!” He gives Avery a little shake. “Did you meet Francesca?” 

Avery nods. “She’s pale and she has big hair. Curly hair, too.” Her voice is a tad scratched, perhaps from the cold out. 

Steve lets his weight fall into the arm, cautious not to squish your baby, a grin on his face to rival Beth’s. She gets the memo and climbs up, claiming that last bit of space under the baby to hug his stomach. He tries to wrap them all up, gurgly Wren, exuberant Beth, and poor cold Avery. “You coming?” he asks you. 

There’s dinner to make. You ignore it, crossing the mess of the living room to flop down on the couch next to them all. Steve lifts his face in that way you always recognise, and is pleased as punch when you peck him quickly. 

You don’t realise how Steve thinks of you, he’d say. Don’t realise he wants another kiss, then another, that you’re on his mind when you aren’t there, and dominate it when you are. He loves his babies, but he loves you too. He wants another kiss. 

“Steve,” you scold lightly, surprised as he presses two kisses to the corner of your mouth. 

“Sorry. Beth, tell me more about Francesca. What did she say exactly?” 

Beth takes a deep breath. 

[redwineandtarot]

What your future spouse adores about you the most

hi! today's reading is about the things your fs adores about you the most. i'm saying "the most" because they probably have other things they adore about you but i have limited character space so this is it lol. take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. i would love to hear your feedbacks <3

⚠️there are some +18 topics in some piles so if you're uncomfortable or if you're under 18, do not read this pac or skip the parts i have marked as +18⚠️

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pick a pile

piles 1-2-3

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pile 1

First of all, they see you as an emotionally intelligent person. And they admire this quality of yours. You may like to help people and do charity work or want to do so. They see you as an empathic person and they adore this a lot.

You know how to bring your goals to reality. Your spiritual side intrigues your fs. And they are amazed at your work. Like you know how to manifest. You work with spirit and work hard  also in earthly ways. As a result you usually get what you want. If your beliefs are different, they may even want to try your rituals or prayers etc. if you have one. Or maybe you have the same belief system; it's just that your practices are different in some ways. They are curious about this side of yours.

I see that they adore your hard working spirit. How you like to think before taking a step and not rush. They think that you are so charismatic because of this.

You may have a side of you that you protect from the outer world. A side of you that most people do not know about. They adore this side of you. They are happy that you trust them and show this vulnerable side of you to them. To them you have a literal gem inside of you. You may even hide the spiritual side of you purposefully or not.

They also adore that you are a homebody. Not in a toxic way but in a “they are so cute” way. They love seeing you all cozy.

They love how you see your worth and how you know that you are good enough. You have made peace with yourself and accept yourself as you are. And to them this is admirable.

They also think you are physically attractive. Like you have this calm demeanor and look. They love it.

fallin for ya-grace phipps

thank you for reading <3

pile 2 (+18 part warning)

They adore your sensual side. LIKE A LOT. To them you are this queen/goddess (regardless of gender I get heavy feminine energy from you) and they want to worship you. Like I wish I could let you know what I am feeling right now pile 2. They also find you physically attractive. Again A LOT. They are a simp for you pile 2, lol. They think that you have the real, magical aphrodisiac, I heard. They wonder how they could fall this hard for you.

+18❗️ They really like having s3x with you.

They like how you stick to your values and are ready to fight for them. You are not afraid to use your words. They also love that you are protective of your loved ones. And they may also love when you become a little jealous and possessive of them lol.

They love your mind. You are wise and you stop and contemplate when necessary. And approach a situation calmly.

You can go against your fears. They adore how you can do something even if you are afraid of doing it. They see you as such a brave person.

Like pile 1, you are a creator. The creator of your own reality. But different from pile 1, yours is more like a feminine approach, versus pile 1’s was a fem/masc balanced approach.

For artists, they admire your artistic side.

You know everybody has struggles and you act by that knowing, and they admire this about you. And they also love how compassionate you are. Maybe some of you are really good with children and they find it cute whenever they see you interact with a child.

confidently lost-sabrina claudio

thank you for reading <3

pile 3 (+18 part warning)

You are courageous, pile 3. They adore the way you can go after new things even if the road to it seems foggy. They love your confidence and your passion. And that you take action confidently. You mastered how to use yin/yang energies and knowing when to use them. 

When in chaos you sit still and listen carefully to what your heart is saying. They love that you can see both sides of a situation.

+18❗️ you may be a very passionate lover in bed. And a switch(or just someone who has duality). They love this passion and duality. Plus your boobs/chest area. This reading wasn't supposed to have adult themes but anyways lol.

They love that you do charity work. Even if you don't, you probably love to help people in some way. If you have material wealth, you (want to) share it with other people, especially people in need.

You may care about the environment and live a certain way to make change in the world for the better. For example you may not buy water from markets in plastic packaging but carry your water in a glass bottle etc. And they love how you want to make the world, as a whole, a better place.

The swan lake might be relevant. Also the number 6.

They love how you are at peace with your shadow self. You probably encourage them to look inside. They are grateful that they can come to you. They love that you are delicate to the ones you love.

You can change something negative to positive and use it to your advantage. Especially regarding your mental struggles (not necessarily mental illnesses). Like you take a negative/anxious thought of yours and use it to your benefit. Tbh I am as fascinated as your fs, pile 3. 

mushroom chocolate-quin, 6lack

thank you for reading <3

[d-targaryenshoe]

Guitar Strings of Joy - Harry Styles

Word Count: 1702

Summary: Big moments, yet small ones are rather special to share with the people who support you through it all aren't they?

You stood backstage, your fingers running across the familiar strings of your guitar.

The hum of the crowd vibrated through the floor beneath your feet, and you could hear the murmur of excitement building as the lights dimmed in the arena.

It was one of those nights—one of those moments—that made your heart race, even after years of touring with Harry.

As one of his guitarists, you had played in some of the biggest venues worldwide, but tonight was different.

Tonight, you weren't just his guitarist, you were also his girlfriend and the soon-to-be mother of your first child.

A flutter of nervous excitement mingled with your anticipation.

In just a few minutes, your secret would no longer be yours.

Harry had insisted on making this night special, and you had agreed. You'd been planning it for weeks, keeping your little secret close.

The gender reveal of your baby would happen right here, on stage, in front of thousands of fans.

And it would be you who would announce it with the iconic guitar solo of Harry's song, 'Adore You'.

The thought made your stomach flip with both nerves and excitement.

Harry's voice came through the speakers as he greeted the crowd, his tone warm and familiar, like a friend welcoming everyone into his home.

He had that effect on people, a natural ease that made even the largest of crowds feel intimate.

"Hey, everybody! How are we feeling tonight?" Harry's voice boomed through the arena, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

You could almost see him in your mind, smiling that boyish grin that had captured hearts all over the world.

You listened as Harry went through the opening set, your fingers moving instinctively over your guitar strings, getting in sync with the rhythm of the band.

You had played these songs a hundred times, but tonight there was an added weight to every note.

Then, it was time.

The moment you had both been waiting for.

Harry paused after finishing the previous song, letting the last note fade into the electric buzz of the crowd.

He looked over at you, his eyes sparkling with something that made your heart skip.

There was a pause, the kind that stretched just long enough to build anticipation.

“So, before we go on,” Harry began, his voice suddenly quieter, more intimate, “I want to share something special with you all. Tonight isn’t just another concert for us. It’s also a really special night for me and someone you all know pretty well.”

The crowd murmured in curiosity, a wave of whispers rippling through the sea of people.

You felt your pulse quicken. You knew this was it.

Harry's eyes met yours again, and for a second, it was just the two of you.

You smiled, trying to steady your breathing.

“For those of you who don’t know, the amazing guitarist who’s been up here with me every night is also the love of my life, y/n.” Harry's words sent a surge of applause and cheers through the crowd.

You felt your cheeks flush, both from the warmth of the spotlight and the love that emanated from the audience.

“And we’ve got a little surprise for you all tonight,” Harry continued, his voice tinged with excitement. “You see, y/n and I are expecting a baby!”

The cheers grew louder, and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

The audience’s energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile even wider.

Harry waited for the noise to die down before speaking again. “Now, we thought long and hard about how we wanted to reveal the gender of our baby, and we decided there was no better place to do it than right here, with all of you."

"So, during the next song, when y/n plays the guitar solo, you’re going to see some fireworks. And when you do, the color of those fireworks will tell you if we’re having a boy or a girl.”

The crowd erupted again, this time with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

This was it.

You nodded at Harry, who gave you a reassuring smile, and then he turned back to the crowd.

“This is ‘Adore You,’” Harry announced, and the familiar notes began to fill the arena.

Your fingers moved over the strings, finding the melody with ease.

The song had always been special to you and Harry.

It was one of the first songs you had worked on together, back when your relationship was still new, still fragile.

Now, it felt like a full-circle moment, standing here with him, about to share the biggest news of your lives with thousands of people.

As the song built towards the solo, your nerves returned, but so did a deep sense of calm.

This was your moment.

You closed your eyes for a brief second, grounding yourself, and then you stepped forward, into the spotlight.

The world seemed to hold its breath as you played the opening notes of the solo.

The sound of your guitar echoed through the arena, each note carrying with it the weight of the moment.

The crowd fell silent, waiting, watching.

And then, as the solo reached its peak, the arena exploded in a dazzling display of color.

Fireworks shot into the sky, bursting into a shower of brilliant blue.

The crowd gasped in unison, and then the cheers began, louder than ever before.

You felt a wave of emotion crash over you, tears springing to your eyes as you played the final notes of the solo.

A boy.

You were having a boy.

Harry was beside you in an instant, his arms wrapping around you as the crowd continued to cheer.

You could feel him shaking, overwhelmed with emotion, just as you were.

You held onto each other, sharing the moment, as the blue fireworks continued to light up the sky above you.

Harry took the microphone again, his voice thick with emotion.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” he said, his words directed both to the audience and to you. “We can’t wait to meet our little fella, and we’re so grateful to have you all here with us tonight to share this moment.”

The crowd roared in response, and you felt another wave of tears threaten to spill over.

You glanced at Harry, who was looking at you with a mixture of love and awe.

It was a look you would never tire of.

As the final notes of "Adore You" faded into the night, Harry turned back to the audience.

“I think we’re going to need to play one more song after that,” he said with a laugh, and the crowd cheered in agreement.

But before you started the next song, Harry leaned in close to you, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

“I love you,” he said, his eyes shining.

You smiled, your heart full. “I love you too,” you replied, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

It was just you, standing on stage, under a sky filled with blue fireworks, ready to welcome the next chapter of your lives together.

Harry turned back to the microphone, and the band launched into the next song, the energy in the arena electric.

You picked up the melody, your fingers moving effortlessly over the strings, but your mind was still on what had just happened.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Harry's face when the fireworks had exploded in blue.

The pure, unfiltered joy, mixed with a touch of disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was all real.

As you played through the set, you found yourself sneaking glances at Harry, catching his eye whenever you could.

Each time, he would smile at you, that same look of love and awe in his eyes.

It was a look that told you everything you needed to know about your future.

You were going to be just fine.

More than fine—you were going to be a family.

The rest of the concert flew by in a blur of music and lights.

The crowd was more alive than ever, feeding off the energy of the night.

When the final notes of the last song echoed through the arena, the applause was deafening.

Harry and you stood side by side, looking out at the sea of faces, each one filled with love and joy.

It was a moment neither of you would ever forget.

As the band left the stage, Harry grabbed your hand, pulling you close.

“We did it,” he whispered in your ear, his voice filled with pride.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. “We did,” you agreed. “And now, we get to do the next part.”

Harry grinned, his hand resting on your belly. “I can’t wait.”

Backstage, the rest of the band and crew congratulated you, the air filled with hugs and laughter.

Everyone was buzzing with excitement, still riding the high of the reveal.

You couldn’t stop smiling, your heart full to bursting.

Later that night, after the arena had emptied and the crew had packed up, Harry and you found yourselves alone in your dressing room.

The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind a warm, contented glow.

Harry sat down on the couch, pulling you down beside him.

“I still can’t believe it,” Harry said, his voice soft as he rested his hand on your belly. “A boy.”

You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. “I know,” you said, your voice equally soft. “It feels like a dream.”

Harry kissed the top of your head, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your stomach. “It’s a dream I never want to wake up from,” he whispered.

You sat like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, the excitement of the night giving way to a peaceful calm.

The future stretched out before you, bright and full of possibilities.

And as you sat there, in the quiet of the night, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together, as a family.

And that was all you needed.

[specialagentlokitty]

Present Mic x teen!reader - care for you

Hi! Could I request a Present Mic x platonic kid/child reader with these prompts from your 2024 part 2 prompt list?😊 “Adopt me.” “What? Why?” “Because nobody has ever been as nice to me as you have…” “Is stealing bread a crime?” “Please stop.”Of course you don't have to write this if you don't want to.Hope you're having a good day!❣️- Anon💜

“Adopt me.” “What? Why?” “Because nobody has ever been as nice to me as you have…”

“Is stealing bread a crime?” “Please stop.”

You had been in the care of UA for a while now, having found you when they first encountered the league of villains, it was decided you would be placed in UA to be under constant watch.

Though you weren’t a villain, they couldn’t be too sure about you, and wanted to try change the direction of your life before you came one.

Some teachers were less than impressed about the choice, but others, like Present Mic, absolutely adored having you around.

If he wasn’t teaching, or helping with training, he was usually with you, and that’s where he was right now, sitting in the cafeteria with you as you ate your lunch.

Present mic wore an amused grin on his face as he watched you taking the fruit from your fruit bowl that you didn’t like, and set them aside.

He could see the cogs in your head turning as you thought long and hard about your next move, and the moment when you went to pick one up and throw it he placed his hand over yours to stop you.

“Now, now, you should know better than to throw food at your age (Y/N).” He chuckled.

With a laugh, and a grin, you stop attempting to throw the unwanted fruit around, and instead turn your attention to him as you eat the fruit you did like.

“Is stealing bread a crime?”

Present Mic looks at you a little confused, and watches as you take some bread out of your pocket to eat it.

“Please stop.” He sighs.

Though he knew you didn’t mean any harm by it, and he knew you had paid for the bread since he was the one that paid for your lunch, as a pro hero and a teacher, sometimes he couldn’t condone your behaviour.

“But is it?”

“Yes, it is, you know that.” He explained gently.

“I don’t think it should be, food should be free.”

Present mic hums a little bit.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it’s dumb people have to pay for food.”

He nods in agreement, pulling your fruit bowl away from you when you finished with it and giving you your plate of pancakes to eat instead.

“Unfortunately that’s how it goes kiddo.”

As you eat, Present Mic keeps a watchful eye on you while he ate his own lunch, making sure you drank your water, and had plenty of food.

He smiles as he watches you struggle to get the syrup out for your pancakes, and he takes the bottle so he could help you.

The pancakes were quickly devoured and now you guys were just wondering around the empty halls of UA while everybody else was still in classes.

While you practically bounced around the hallways as a bundle of chaotic energy Present mic just trailed after you with a smile on his face.

As the day went on, you bounced from teacher to teacher, whoever was free at the time to watch over you and make sure that you were behaving and not getting into any trouble.

Evening rolled by again, and while you were sat in your room at the teachers dorms, Present Mic waltzed in holding two plates.

“Your favourite!” He grinned.

Immediately your eyes light up as he sets the plate down on the floor in front of you, and he sits down with his own dinner, different from yours.

“Woah! You made this for me?!”

He chuckles, ruffling your hair a little bit.

“Of course I did kiddo, we’ve got to make sure you stay fed and healthy.”

With a grin, you immediately start eating your food, setting your game controller aside as you wolfed down your food.

Hizashi reached over, gently placing his hand on your wrist to stop you.

“Woah kiddo, slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere you know? It’s not going to grow legs and walk away.”

Looking at him, you grin a little bit.

“But what if it did? I’ve gotta eat it all before it does.”

Hizashi offers you a small chuckle, reaching up he ruffled your hair and let you carry on eating.

He did keep a close eye on you, reminding you a few more times to eat slower but he understood why you ate so quickly.

He knew you wouldn’t talk about your time with the league, and if he had to guess, he was pretty sure you didn’t actually want to be there.

And he knew you wouldn’t have been treated right while you were there, so he was doing everything in his power to treat you like every other teenager at UA.

And you could see that, it’s why he was your favourite.

After eating, and drinking your glass of water you decided to go back to gaming, and Hizahsi just sat there happily next to you watching as you gamed.

He had no clue what game you were playing it, or how to even play it, but it was something you were interested in, so he was interested in it too.

After a while, you eventually fall asleep against him while watching YouTube, and he carried on patting your back.

Once he was sure you were asleep, Present Mic got up and carefully picked you, laying you down on your bed, covering you up with your covers before he begun to tidy your room for you.

The movements of being moved onto your bed woke up up slightly, and you watch him half asleep before speaking.

“Adopt me…” you mumble.

Present Mic gave a small startled yell and turned around to look at you, slowly processing your words. His face went from surprised to slight confusion.

“What? Why?”

You yawned a little bit before relying.

“Because nobody has ever been as nice to me as you have…” you mumbled.

Present Mic smiled a little sadly, and he walked over, crouching next to your bed, placing his hand on your head.

“Go to sleep kiddo… we’ll talk in the morning okay…?”

You offered a tired nod and closed your eyes, drifting back to sleep pretty quickly and he smiled, covering back up with the covers before getting up again.

He left your room with some dishes, heading back to the teachers dorms communal kitchen to wash them, still thinking over your words.

He had been debating adopting you for a while, then he’d be able to properly care for you, and show you the love and affection you deserved, but hearing that you wanted him to adopt you, even if you were half asleep made his heart fill with joy

[tiredfox64]

Hi!!!! I loved your bi-han x chubby reader stories and wanted to make a request please!

I was hoping to request a Smoke x chubby reader where the reader is a baker of Madam Bo's and is the sweetheart of the village and Insecure about her body. The rest would be up to you. Please and thank you!

Sweet Honeybuns

Prior notes: Mhm mhm I like this. Good energy. Love when I get to project myself. I love that man I just know he would love to cuddle a woman like me

Pairing: Tomas x Chubby Baker! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: I'm sorry if you start craving my b

Oh, that face. That beautiful face of yours. Those gorgeous eyes that he could get lost in. Those adorable cheeks that he would love to caress and kiss. That lovely, plump body of yours. The way your hips move hypnotizes him. You move throughout the bakery part of the tea house swiftly, trying to put more cakes in the display window. Your hair was put up nicely to prevent it from blocking your view and getting in your face. Your pretty, well-kept fingers were wrapped around the whisk as you began to beat the egg whites before adding the other ingredients in to make the perfect meringue. Tomas already knew you were making your meringue cookies since you make them every Wednesday. He loves your meringue cookies, they’re as sweet as you. He loves everything you make. Oh heavens, he loves you.

“Tomas!” Kuai Liang yelled right into Tomas’ ear.

“Huh?!”

Tomas was spooked at first before he started to blush hard. He was caught in the act again. He was caught staring at you with that lovesick expression. Elbow resting on the table, chin resting on his hand, the generic lovesick boy pose. We can’t forget about that dopey smile. It’s a shock that he wasn’t swinging his feet. Kuai Liang knew what was going on. Everybody in the Shirai Ryu knew. If they go to the tea house at least once with Tomas they get to see him go into that daze again. Every single time it’s like clockwork.

“You should ask her out soon. It won’t do you good if you continue to keep your feelings in.” Kuai Liang suggested.

Tomas immediately nodded his head no. He really, really, REALLY likes you. But he’s afraid that you will reject him. It’s a normal fear. He thinks you are out of his league. You’re just too sweet. You probably already have a line of men ready to be your boyfriend. You’ve already captured the hearts of many with your baking. With the addition of your kind personality, you’re basically as sweet as the cannoli you make.  You’re a sweetheart in everyone’s eyes. To the men and women, young and old. Everybody must want a chance with you. They must all be as desperate as Tomas is.

Though there were few who were interested in you, you had your heart set on one man. Your heart was set on Tomas. He was so kind to you and he brought you so much joy to your week. He took the time to talk to you. It didn’t matter what there was always something to talk about. It would go on for so long that Madame Bo would have to yell at you to get back to work and she would scold Tomas for distracting you. Though she found it cute how you two were so lost in conversation. She encouraged you to establish a relationship with him but you always said you can’t, you just can’t.

Truth be told you so badly wanted to ask Tomas out but you were afraid of many things. You were afraid of rejection, fair enough. You were afraid of making things awkward between you two and that you would see him less after that, that’s also fair. Lastly, you were afraid that he wouldn’t like you because you are…chubby.

Now hold on just a sec, that’s not fair to you.

Yes, you were worried he wouldn’t like a girl like you cause of your body type. You looked at yourself negatively. You treated your stretchmarks as if they were a curse. You believe cellulite is unnatural. You think you need a thigh gap to get his attention. You feel like your belly will scare him away.

Oh poppycock! Excuse my language. But what you think, and I’m saying this because I care about you, is bullshit. Imma prove your sweet ass wrong.

You saw Tomas coming your way. He gave you a quick wave and you gave him a smile. Gosh, his heart might explode after seeing that.

“There’s my favorite man. What can I get you for today?”

Yup, his heart just exploded. He loves that you call him your favorite man. He’s not just another customer to you and that makes him feel special.

“Can’t I come up to talk to my favorite lady without having to buy anything?” He teased. Now your heart was exploding. He is smooth when he isn’t trying.

“I would allow you to do that but you know how Madame Bo gets when I stop working.”

“Fine, I’ll bite. Do you have anything special this week that you can offer to your favorite man?”

“Well we have coconut cream pie, flan, conchas, baklava, peach cobbler, liu shao bao, bublania, tiramisú,” on and on you went.

That’s something else he likes about you. You have desserts from all around the world. But damn does it make it hard to decide what to buy from you. He lowered his head as he struggled to pick something from you. Pick for him, the man is struggling.

“How about I get you some flan? I think you will like it.” You walked over to the display window, pulled out the flan you recently made and cut him a big slice.

You brought him the plate with that delicious, syrupy goodness on it. You scooped him a piece of it and tried to feed it to Tomas. You looked so adorable to him at that moment. Looking up at him with doe eyes while waiting for him to open his mouth. He opened up and ate the bit of flan that was on the spoon. The creamy custard was practically melting in his mouth with the caramel top hitting his tongue soon after. He just found his new favorite dessert.

“I love you.”

“Huh?”

“I mean I love it!”

Tomas stumbled over his words. He meant the first thing he said but also didn’t mean to say it in that moment. The goodness of the flan messed with his mind and made his heart swell with love for you. You know what they say: the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. You already captured his heart a long time ago but this instance made his heart become caged by you. You will never release it even though you never knew you had it before.

He asked you how much it was but you told him it’s on the house since he was so handsome. You sly dog, flirting with him effortlessly while he was already spiraling. You left him blushing while walking back to his table. The moment he sat and placed his plate down he rested his head on the table. It’s over for him. He’s so madly in love with you. You got him so bad he forgot to make an effort to ask you out while he was up there. Kuai Liang started patting his back. Brother needs to support his brother.

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It was near closing time. Most customers have left and almost all the waitresses were gone. Finally, some peace. You decided you deserve a treat after baking all day and serving customers. Time to munch on the mistake pile. The pile of slightly burnt cookies, lopsided muffins, and double-glazed bear claws.

You only really eat when most people are gone. If you give yourself a treat, even just a bite of a banana muffin, others think it’s typical of you. It’s tiring to hear people compliment your desserts only to immediately say you should slow down on eating them yourselves. You barely ever eat your own work since you have to save it for the customers. You know it’s unhealthy to make it a habit of eating your mistakes which is why you balance it out with healthy and balanced meals. You eat well actually. Yet some people think you intentionally make mistakes just so you can eat. How could people be so ignorant and rude when all you ever do is give. You give and give and they appreciate it but they still have something to say.

Whatever, you’re alone. You started nibbling on some cookies, enjoying yourself for a bit before turning around and seeing Tomas was near the counter. You immediately hid the cookie behind your back like a guilty child.

“Oh, I thought you would have gone home already.” You said.

“I would have but Kuai Liang said I had to do something or else he wouldn’t let me leave.” Tomas chuckled awkwardly as if it were a joke but it was serious. Kuai Liang would not let Tomas come home until he confessed to you.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you. You can keep eating your cookie if you want.”

You were hesitant to do so. You just nodded your head while putting the cookie away. Tomas got worried that he had upset you. He didn’t mean to be rude even though he did no wrong. He leaped over the counter to get closer to you and apologize.

“I’m sorry if I upset you—”

“No, no, it’s alright. I just…don’t like eating in front of people.” Your voice got quiet near the end.

“Oh, I’m guessing you get anxious?” He asked.

“No, I just…don’t like when people comment on my weight when I eat. I don’t want you thinking I'm a slob or something.”

That hurt Tomas to hear. He didn’t know people were making backhanded comments towards you. Now that he thinks about it even when he has stayed at the tea house for a long while he never saw you eat in front of anyone. He was hoping that you weren’t starving yourself throughout the day just to prevent people from making comments about your weight.

“I hope you don’t think you are one because you’re not. I could never think of you like that. How could I think something so negatively to a girl that I want as,” He paused for a second before finally having the balls to say it, “my girlfriend.”

You looked at him in shock. His girlfriend? You? Did you accidentally take a bite out of your “special” cookie because you can’t believe what you just heard.

“Me? Why me?” You asked.

“Why you? Why not you? You’re incredibly sweet and hardworking. I’ve never seen so many loving eyes on one girl before. Everything you say to me makes me want you even more. I was afraid a lot of people had their eyes on you and I was afraid I would lose you to someone else. That’s why Kuai Liang told me to confess now. I just really want you in my life. You’re the only girl who has made my heart feel like this—this tingly feeling that reappears every time I see you.”

His words were so genuine you found it difficult to disagree or fight back on anything. His eyes were practically twinkling as he looked at you, waiting for a response. He was nervous that you would actually reject him. He was picking at his nails and he was biting his lip slightly.

“You mean, you still want to date me even though I’m,” you pointed to your chubby belly.

“So?”

Yeah, so what?

Don’t break his heart. If you do, you end up breaking your heart as well. It’s as clear as the night sky that Tomas really wanted you to be his girlfriend. It didn’t matter your size. He wants to love you and cherish you. He wants to kiss and caress you all night long. Do us all a favor and accept his lovin. It will do you both good. You know you want it.

“Well, you got me there. I can’t argue with that. I guess you just earned yourself a girlfriend and some double-glazed bear claws.” You smiled widely.

Tomas was beyond happy. He immediately hugged you and started to kiss you all over your face. Gosh, your skin was so soft against his lips. He could do this for hours. But you’re right, he did earn himself some bear claws.

You both sat around, eating your mistake baked goods together. You both were all smiles. There was a warm feeling that resonated with you. This has got to be the best day ever. Well if it wasn’t for Madame Bo slapping the back of Tomas’ head and yelling at him to leave already and stop eating the sweets. He booked it out of there while laughing, promising to return tomorrow.

Ain’t he just the sweetest?

After notes: Halfway through I ate a coconut cream pie to get motivation. I don't even like coconut but it hit! I feel like a jackass for making flan the favorite dessert in this fic. Idk why I'm not sending subliminal messages to make y'all want it. Ah whatever. Adiós!

[da-rulah]

Could you please do fan fic where Copia is gay or/and with a ftm(female to male) trans guy?

This has been on my mind since you requested it, and I apologise it's taken so long. Can you believe I missed out on writing this during PRIDE MONTH!? What a twat. I apologise. Usual stuff; work/life balance, writing for my big fics etc. etc but you had me at 'gay copia'. I hope you enjoy...

18+, MDNI! CW/ MxM, soft smut, comfort, gay sex, anal fingering, anal penetration, hand job, cumming inside, this is soppy as shit and I love it fight me.

OH MY GOD there's art to go with this now... Thank you so much to my incredibly talented bestie, @delulluart for this stunning pencil drawing. (Warning, it's NSFW... of course.)

Tagging my usual tag list, but if this kind of thing isn't for you, then that's absolutely fine. 💕

Do you know how tiring it is to always be in command? To always be the figure of authority? Copia does. There's no escape from it... He has no choice but to be the figurehead of the ministry, the one everybody turns to for help, for advice, for relief...

How was he ever supposed to feel relief? Who would take care of his stresses? Who would allow him the space to just let go?

Today, he practically crawls back into his chambers, just grateful to be in a place he can call his own again. No disturbances or expectations; just peace to unwind. Except, he wasn't alone. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

As soon as he shuts the door behind him, there he is; his lover, Brother Adan, stepping from the bedroom to greet him in his living space.

"Hello handsome," he smirks, his eyes soft with adoration. "I saw your schedule today, figured you may want to see me?"

He was correct; Copia very much wanted to see him.

"You always know what I want before I do, eh?" Copia chuckles, slumping back against the door. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long..."

"You know I wouldn't mind if you did," he shrugs, walking over to Copia and wrapping his arms around his soft waist. "What do you need tonight, Papa? Cuddles and computer games, or do you need to uh... release your frustrations?"

Copia thought for a moment. He wasn't sure he had the energy, and frankly, he'd been commanding his clergy around all damn day. The last thing he wanted to do was come home and be the picture of dominance again. He wanted to be taken care of, to be reminded what it was like to let someone else take control. But in the arrangement Copia had with his Adan, they had never reversed the roles like that.

He was sure that he was capable, no doubt about that, but it just so happened that the natural roles of their situationship had made Copia the giver, and Adan the receiver. He hesitated, wondering if it might sound silly to request he give up his Papa authority for the night.

"Papa, what is it?" Adan asked, concerned. He could clearly see the inner battle going on behind his bewitching eyes.

"I... was wondering if..." Copia stutters, stumbling over his words like a fool. "If you would... maybe, eh... take control, tonight?" Adan tilts his head in question, the request sinking in.

"You mean... take care of you?" he smiles, running his fingertips through Copia's greying and overgrown hair. Copia nods meekly, unable to look him in the eye. "Oh, Copia... Don't feel any shame for that. Of course I can. You must be so tired of being in command all the time, hm?"

Copia meets his eyes, full of understanding and compassion. "Sí..."

"I'm sorry I never offered this before. You must have thought I was only happy to bottom, hm?" Adan chuckled. "I just thought that's what you wanted, but I can do both, my love." Adan moves the hand still around Copia's waist to his gloved hand, lacing his fingers with his own. "Come on, come and lay down with me."

Adan slowly leads Copia into the bedroom, gently as if guiding an exhausted gazelle to a watering hole. Copia could already feel himself sinking into a role of submission, tension beginning to drain from his shoulders from the relief of being allowed the space to fall.

Without a word, Adan sat him at the end of the bed, crouching down at his feet to remove his shoes and socks one at a time. Copia sat and watched, dumbfounded, as Adan meticulously and slowly undressed him layer by layer, until he was sat completely nude and vulnerable. Then as Adan stood upright and stepped back, he held eye contact with Copia, sweet and playful, as he too undressed himself.

"Lay back, Copia," he instructed, crawling onto the bed beside him and following until they both lay on the pillows, Copia on his back and staring innocently into Adan's eyes who lay on his side, propped up by his elbow.

Adan began to trace his fingertips over Copia's bare chest, running through the salt and pepper chest hair over his pecks and down across his stomach, only to tease as he got lower by retreating back up. Copia gulped, his bare hands balling into fists at his sides to refrain from moving. Adan didn't miss the way his cock, laying heavy and soft against his hip, had begun to fill out just from the lightest of touches.

Adan's hand travelled down the length of Copia's torso one more time, before retreating and coming to cradle his cheek and pull him towards him for a deep, slow kiss. Copia moaned immediately, gripping the sheets below him. His mind went blank, any and all stress from the day clearing out only to be replaced by fog.

As they lost themselves in their slow kiss, tongues marrying together deliciously, Adan reached his hand down one more time, finally reaching for Copia's length and palming him against his thigh. It hadn't taken long, but both men were completely erect, enjoying the sensual nature of their embrace.

As soon as Adan's hand finally wrapped around Copia's shaft, his jaw went slack, a moan rumbling from within. Adan kept kissing him, unbothered that Copia had stopped and only wanting to continue to please his Papa.

"Is this enough, my love? Or do you wish for more tonight?" he asked, wanting to give Copia the experience he needed tonight, utterly selflessly.

"Per favore, amore... will you fill me? I-It's been so long since I've felt that," he gasped, stuttering while Adan's hand worked him in long, languid strokes.

"Of course, sweet thing. Let me prep you first, hm? We can't rush this..."

"Sí, sí," Copia babbled, allowing Adan to roll him over onto his front and spread his knees just enough. Copia kept supplies in his bedside cabinet for convenience since Adan began staying the night a lot more often, and so Adan reached for the bottle of lubrication he knew he'd need.

He still lay beside Copia, wanting him to feel secure, loved and comforted by his body pressing into his, still able to deliver kisses and praises directly to Copia's ear.

He began with one finger, allowing the slick digit to circle Copia's already fluttering rim before he attempted to dip inside. Copia felt incredibly relaxed already, but with the stimulation to his hole he was struggling all the more to keep his hips still against the bed, rutting his erection into the mattress. Adan just smiled at his responsive partner, knowing he was already feeling the pleasure he'd intended.

With an extra drizzle of lubrication, Adan began to press his fingertip into Copia, slowly to accommodate the stretch that he certainly wasn't used to these days. Copia groaned in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as he buried half his face in the pillow below him. His paints were going to transfer to the sheets, but that was a problem for later. He needed grounding in that moment.

Adan did his best to work Copia open with just the one finger at first, eventually adding two. All the while, Copia was losing his mind at the sensation. So close to his prostate, and yet, not enough for stimulation; it was winding him up, building a knot of dull tension in his abdomen.

With some time, Adan was able to use three fingers, widening the gap for himself to fit neatly inside when the time came. Copia's groans and whines were muffled by his pillow, and yet each one travelled straight down to Adan's cock, which Copia could feel against his hip while he toyed with his hole.

"A-Adan, please..." Copia begged, professing that he was ready without having to say the words.

"Shhh, it's okay Copia. I've got you," he soothed, retracting his fingers and rolling Copia onto his side so he faced away from him. He reached for the lube again, this time coating his own length generously, before dribbling more where Copia would need him. "We'll take it slow, hm?"

"Yes, yes, just please... I need you, Adan..." Adan chuckled a little at that, sliding his palm between Copia's thighs so he could lift one and allow him the room to line his tip up with Copia's hole.

The initial stretch was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant thanks to Adan's careful preparation. And still, he was gentle, giving Copia plenty of time to get used to him inch by inch. Already, Adan was becoming drunk on the gasps and moans that spilled from Copia's lips, and he couldn't help but press kisses to his neck, nipping gently at the skin whil his hands squeezed Copia's thigh in an attempt to control his own pleasures. It had been a while for Adan too, to feel the tightness of another man around him. Fuck, how he missed it...

Copia gained some confidence, rocking his hips back into Adan's and reaching his arm back to hold his hips in place to bounce against. Adan groaned against Copia's shoulder, losing himself to the passion of the moment too.

After a little while, he could take it no longer, rolling Copia to have his back pressed to his chest and sitting himself up enough to grip tightly onto the back of Copia's neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss as he pistoned his hips deep into him. Copia lifted his leg for a better angle, wrapping his own arm around Adan's bicep and holding on tightly as he groaned into the kiss, each thrust audibly stuttering his moans.

The pair were completely wrapped up in each other, losing themselves together. Adan's grip on Copia's neck tightened, before dropping down to press into Copia's stomach and digging his fingertips into the softness of his belly. Fucking hell, Adan loved his body, soft and warm in his grip. He could feel the way his stomach turned into rolls each time he thrusted into him, Copia curling up tightly each time.

With every upward thrust, Copia's prostate was throbbing with pleasure, his cock bouncing from the force of Adan's movements and aching from the lack of contact. He could only whine at the feeling of being so close, so fucking close, that he thought his entire body was about to burst.

He wanted to beg, to plead, to tell Adan how much he adored him, how much he needed this but just the thought of parting their heated kiss as he fucked into him was regretful. but it was Adan who parted first, grunting and growling in a way Copia rarely heard from him. He was about to cum deep inside his Papa, unable to stop himself and so his pace picked up, determined to finish Copia off before himself.

He reached his hand down to wrap his deft fingers around Copia's shaft, beginning to pump him to completion while he hammered into his prostate. Copia cried out, his nails digging into Adan's arm as his eyes rolled back into his head and his body lost it's fight to stay composed. Copia's cock jerked in Adan's hand, thick ropes of warm cum erupting onto his own stomach with the last remnants dribbling down Adan's fist. The sight and sound alone was enough to finish Adan off, his rhythm falling off as he shot his own load deep inside Copia.

Adan stilled, enjoying the last few minutes of connection sheathed inside Copia's warmth as the two of them came down from their highs, heavy breaths and gentle whimpers filling the silence. Copia's eyes fluttered open, searching Adan's who seemed to be doing the same - asking a silent question, or confessing a silent thought.

"I think... I think I am I love with you, Adan..." Copia whispered, losing his confidence the moment he uttered a syllable. Neither of them had expected something quite this serious when their arrangement began, but there was no denying the electricity between them.

Adan just grinned, once again holding Copia close to him by the back of his neck, his fingers playing with the sweat dampened locks of hair at the nape.

"And it would seem, Papa, I'm in love with you too," he admitted, not a moment of hesitation now he knew where Copia was too. The two men shared a soft kiss, longing for one another as if they weren't as close as could possibly be right then.

"I suggest a nice, soothing, hot bath to recover, hm? Let the stress just melt away, together?" Adan proposed, stroking the hair from Copia's forehead. He could only nod in response, too tired and drunk on him to form words. "I'll be right back, my love."

With a kiss to the tip of Copia's barely painted nose, Adan gently removed himself from his side and made his way into the bathroom to run a hot bath filled with salts and essential oils to soothe his poor Papa's body and mind.

The two of them spent the evening in the bath together, Copia enveloped in the warmth of the water and his lover behind him. He'd never been so cared for, so loved by another than he was with Adan around. Suddenly, the burden of being Papa didn't feel quite so heavy anymore...

[anonymousjaxygirl]

Good Boy (nsfw)

sub!jax x fem!reader

(Sorry for the delay on this one guys.)

I’ve been kicking this idea around for a few days; sub!jax just hits different tbh. I feel like he’d only be able to embrace that side of himself w/ someone who makes him feel safe enough to do so and that just 😩😩😭😭😭 I tried to make this one a tad shorter. Enjoy💛

tags: fluff before and after smut, p in v, masturbation, slight mutual masturbation, praise, jax letting out his inner sub, established relationship

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“Fuck, you look good.” Jax purrs into your ear, wrapping his long arms around your waist.

“I look the same as I do everyday” you giggle, leaning back into him. You were in the middle of painting, but you never minded when Jax randomly came to compliment and/or touch you. Your adjustment to The Digital Circus was emotional and long, and you knew you’d never fully be accustomed to your new life and digital form, but the relationship you’d built with Jax made this life all the more tolerable.

You’d been together for a while now, at least a year (you could never really know for sure, considering you had no clue if time even moved the same in here, if at all) but it felt like you’d known him your whole life. He was the best part of this realm.

Jax places his chin on your shoulder, taking you out of your thoughts. “Ya know, everybody else is off on the adventure right now…” He starts, running his fingers along the hem of your skirt, making you shiver against him. “Wanna go hang out in my room?” He asks with that gravelly tone, making it clear he was hoping to do much more than simply hang out. You look back at him with a lustful smile; “Sure, baby.”

You’ve been pretty desperate yourself for some… private attention from your beaux. You all didn’t get as much time to indulge in each other as you’d like; the adventures took up a lot of time and energy, and the crew could be quite nosey at times. Sadly, all you two ordinarily had time for was a morning quickie, and that was simply too little to genuinely enjoy everything you both had to offer each other.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Jax asks as you approach his bedroom door. “Oh, nothing. Just happy to finally be getting some extended alone time.” You admit. He gives you a warm smile, leaning to unlock his door. “Hush with the sappy stuff and get in here” he teases, pulling you in by your waist. His lips find yours as soon as he locks the door behind you, your mouths moving together passionately. “God, I need you so bad, babygirl.” He moans into your mouth, the statement sending a rush of heat to your core. You take the opportunity to breathe and suggest something you’d been thinking about a lot recently.

“I want to try something a little… different.” You admit, fiddling with one of the golden buttons on his pink overalls. “Is that so?” Jax asks, ears perking up. You nod, his evident enthusiasm encouraging you to go for it.

You gently push him backwards, causing him to fall swiftly onto his mattress. He chuckles at your forward actions, eagerly waiting to see what you have planned for him. He would never admit it but you were already making him hard just by looking at him like that. He sits up, resting his back against the wall. You take this position as an invitation to straddle his lap, earning a small groan from your rabbitoid boyfriend. His hands immediately find your thighs, lightly squeezing before slowly sliding along your sides to rest on your hips. You can feel his bulge against your panty clad center, making you shudder. You place a finger under his chin, pulling his face up to meet your sultry gaze once again.

“I want you to touch yourself for me.” You state with surprising confidence. Jax’s eyes widen, an adorable expression of confusion taking over his features. “What?” He asks incredulously.

“You heard me, sweetheart. I want you to touch yourself for me. Then, if you’re good, I’ll reward you.” You explain. Jax’s face is unsure, but the sensation of his growing length against your clit is telling another story altogether. The corners of your mouth pull into a smile as you move to kiss him again, tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth immediately. Jax welcomes the intrusion, deepening the kiss further.

You break the kiss to move off of his lap, earning a low whine from him. You shake your head and sit on your knees next to him. “Don’t pout, baby. Be a good boy and do what I asked, please.” You demand sweetly, getting a bit impatient. The others would be back soon, and you didn’t want to miss your chance. Jax lets out a shaky breath, still a bit anxious but intent on pleasing you. He slips his overalls off, sliding them off the bed and laying back against the headboard. He’s rock hard, and you swear you start salivating at the sight of him so turned on and ready to obey. He looks at you for approval before spitting on the palm of his hand and gripping the base of his hard on. Embarrassed as he is, he slowly begins gliding his hand up and down his throbbing shaft.

“So good baby, keep going” you encourage him. He does as you say, allowing his pace to quicken just slightly. His embarrassment fades when he notices your own fingers massaging your clothed pussy. He lets out a deep moan at the sight of you pleasuring yourself in unison with him, and you feel the tension inside of you start to build. Watching him vigorously fucking his hand like this for you was almost too much. “I need you, y/n, please” he begs, hand still moving wildly for you. You reach out, stopping his movements. He looks at you, breathlessly.

“You’re such a good boy. My good bunny, c’mere.” You coo, pulling him on top of you. He eagerly obliges, peppering open mouthed kisses along your neck and chest. “You drive me crazy…” he mumbles into your skin, simultaneously aligning his length with your soaking slit.

“You’re the only one who can make me feel like this.” He breathes, filling you completely in one swift thrust. “Yes, Jax!” You moan, greedy for more of him. “You belong in this pussy only, baby.”

His mind goes numb at the pleasure you send through him, only able to focus on fucking you into the mattress as he chases his release. “Nnhh y-yess you make me feel s-so good” he stutters, the room full of your collective moans and lewd, wet slapping sounds. “Ohh don’t stop, Jax!” You plead, pussy clamping down around him. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks.

You scream his name, body convulsing uncontrollably beneath him as he continues to slam into your sensitive hole. His hips stutter against yours as his own climax floods his senses. A string of moans and curses tumble from his lips, pumping the last of his cum into your swollen pussy.

He collapses on top of you, exhausted. Both of you attempt to catch your breath and you find yourself wishing this could last forever. His cock deep inside of you, body flush against yours while you come down from your highs. After a little while, he rolls off of you and you shiver at the sudden emptiness.

“That was.. incredible.” Jax breathes, looking at you adoringly. “Mmm, yes it was.” You giggle, nuzzling your face into his chest. “I love you, y/n.” He says sleepily. You smile to yourself as you melt against him. “I love you too, Jax.”

[daytaker]

Hi! I'd Like to request something for obey me. So MC is an Artist Like Semi realistic or so and then they draw the brothers and themself all together Like some Kind of Family Photo for maybe a sweet gesture to appriciat them, what would the reaction be?

First of all, that's adorable. Second of all, yes, absolutely.

Everyone

The immediate question on everyone's mind is where it should be put. The suggestions are fairly predictable. Beel wants it in the kitchen. Satan wants it in the library. Belphie wants it in the observatory. Asmo thinks it should go in his bathroom, and he acts amazed when his brothers disagree.

You'll probably be the one to suggest making some copies of it if they like it so much. That way they can all have one. The brothers all like this idea, so you head off to the Devildom equivalent of a FedEx store and make some quick copies for everybody.

Eventually, the original work will find pride of place above the fireplace, where everyone will get plenty of time to admire it, including guests. The brothers are all very proud to explain to them that they have a very close friend who's an artist, thank you, and they made that piece of artwork up there for them, for free, because they love them all so much. What do you mean it's too small for that big of a space? Clearly you don't understand art, they'll tell the guest. Satan smirks; Levi rolls his eyes; Asmo whispers something to Mammon and they both start snickering. Real mean girl energy.

Lucifer

It's proved to be more or less impossible to get a photograph with himself and all six of his brothers, so this is an immediate hit with him. Plus, you're in it, which makes it even more valuable. He wonders why he didn't commission a painted family portrait earlier. It just hadn't crossed his mind, he supposes.

He'll buy a very nice and expensive frame for the picture and have it professionally mounted on a backboard. Only a museum quality display will do.

He enjoys looking at the artwork now and then and mentally noting all the details he likes. You captured Mammon's smug smile perfectly, and somehow Levi looks happy, but still like himself. Of course, his favorite part of the picture (along with you, of course) is himself. He thinks he looks very dignified, and he appreciates that you placed him in the center; the true patriarch of the family. Besides that (though he wouldn't bring it up unprompted), he thinks you made him look very handsome, and he likes the idea that you see him that way.

Mammon

You put him next to you?! I mean, of course you did! He's your number one demon, right? Obviously he belongs right next to you! He'll point out his positioning in the picture to his brothers often enough that they've gotten past feeling annoyed about it and just tease him for simping so openly.

He thinks it looks a little bit like you're smiling at him in the picture. You're not. You're staring into the 'camera', just like everyone else. But he tells himself that. He has another copy of the picture made where he cropped out everyone besides the two of you. He keeps it in his sock drawer so he can pull it out when he's by himself and admire it. Lucifer has walked in on him lying on his back and holding it up, staring wistfully at the picture, often enough that he can tell by how quiet it is when Mammon is either sleeping or staring at that goddamn picture of his again.

Speaking of extra copies, he also made some more to try and sell at RAD, but, shockingly, cheap copies of a picture of someone else's family didn't sell well. Diavolo bought one though, as did Simeon. Yeah, maybe it wasn't exactly ethical to try and capitalize on your artwork, but, well, come on, he's in it, and you gave it to him, so that kind of makes him the owner of it, right...?

Leviathan

He's pretty sure he's not breathing right now. That's... That's how he looks? To you? He looks....amazing....!! Look at his smile! His jawline! His glossy hair! His cheeks, touched with color---!!! You must think he's... like....... Ugh, it's stupid, like, who even cares? Nobody, that's who. Nobody except him. He cares. And he wishes his stomach would settle down a little bit before lunch explodes onto the rug. So he'll just take his copy of the painting, clutch it to his chest, and giggle to himself as he slinks off to his room while everyone else stands admiring the painting on the mantlepiece.

Now, to really study this thing. He lies in his bathtub and squints at the painting. He realizes, to his dismay, that all his brothers look extra hot in this thing too. Hrmm... But, whatever! The important part is that he looks amazing! His eyes are shining, his skin looks healthy and smooth, and.... well.... he doesn't look like somebody it'd be weird for you to be into, maybe. Maybe? Possibly.

He's pretty shy around you for a few days after you give them all the picture. He's not really sure how he's supposed to react around someone who thinks he's... h....ha-ha....handsome...???? And not just that, but the look on his face! Does he make faces like that in real life? Does he make faces like that in front of you?

He spends a good chunk of time in front of the mirror trying to imitate the look from the painting, but he can't quite get it right. He always ends up crumbling into a pathetic, groaning, blushing little creep and fleeing the bathroom. He hates himself. But he can cheer himself up with the knowledge that you definitely don't hate him, right? How could you draw someone you hated looking like... like....?!?

Satan

Knowing Satan is someone who admires art in general, you were most nervous about him seeing it. He has a tendency to be fairly blunt and honest, and you really hoped he'd just appreciate the thought behind the picture without subjecting it to any kind of critical analysis.

But of course he did it anyway. He'd expressed his appreciation just like his brothers had when you first gave it to them, but you'd often see him standing in front of the fireplace staring up at the picture with a hand to his chin after that.

Satan's initial thought, after the excitement over the gift and how cute and nervous you looked giving it to them all, is that the composition of the piece, while not particularly original, has definite visual appeal. While he doesn't particularly enjoy Lucifer's position in the middle, he understands why you put him there, both artistically and psychologically. Lucifer dominates almost any group he's in with his annoyingly hefty self-confidence. His ego is smeared all over the picture, but that's not your fault. That's just Lucifer, being awful and ruining things, like he always does.

When he finally gives some attention to how he looks in the painting, he's pleasantly surprised. He looks refreshingly like himself, but also like he's meant to be there, with everybody else. He can also tell you spent some time on his eyes. They look lovely. If you ever want to paint them again, he'd be happy to model for you. What, shy all of a sudden?

Asmodeus

Well, obviously he's the real star of the artwork. It's as if he's glowing, washing out his brothers with his effervescent presence on the canvas! Clearly, you know your art. Never mind he's the only one who seems to quite see the picture in that way.

He has his copy of the painting framed and hung up in his bathroom, where he thought the original should have been put all along. Now he never feels like he's alone in the tub! Every once in a while, he'll talk to the artwork while he takes a bath. Just to amuse himself. But when you go back to the human world, 'every once in a while' becomes 'almost every day'.

He has a theory that if someone stares into the eyes of Painting Asmo too deeply for too long, they'll fall in love with him. The painting version of him, that is. He knows that's silly, so he keeps it to himself, but he can't stop himself from imagining you mesmerized by your own painting of him, bewitched by the very eyes you painted...

Beel

Honestly, Beel is just happy you made a picture including him, his brothers, and you. You put him right beside Belphie with an arm slung around his shoulders. He's smiling more in the picture than he normally does in real life, but that doesn't bother him at all. He wants to look happy in this kind of painting.

He taped his copy of the picture to the refrigerator door. Everyone appreciates this, not just Beel, though he definitely sees it the most often. After you go home, he says good morning to you every day when he first heads to the fridge. It's a nice way to feel like you're still around.

Belphie

Wow... He looks adorable here. And you didn't include him drooling like his brothers always do when they draw him. Though it really isn't fair to compare this to the "drawings" his brothers have made to make fun of each other. Idiots...

You put him right next to Beel. That makes him smile. And he looks...like he's happy to be there. Maybe not grinning like a doofus, but like this is his family, and he's pretty okay with it.

He keeps his copy of the picture taped to his bedpost so he can look at it whenever he feels lonely, especially after your year in the Devildom comes to an end.

[pupyuj]

I saw someone ask how yunjin initiates sex to another writer and I was like 👀 let me ask Ena this with yuj and any other idol or artists she wants to talk about because by those pics you posted your taste in women is *chef's kiss *

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using this ask as a lil warm-up hehe everybody say thank you to 🧇 anon for kickstarting my brain once again!!! AND UR SO RIGHT ANON ISN’T MALOI SO PRETTY HEHEHE—

see, unless yujin is desperate, upset, or anything of the sorts i’m a sucker for the idea of her being quite shy when initiating?? 😭 she’d stare at you with those big puppy eyes, hoping that you’ll understand what she wants right away but then you’d end up thinking that she was just being cute and just give her a cute little kiss on the nose before walking off to do something djfbfkskc and oh my god yujin hates it when she needs you and you’re distracted 😪 would come up behind you, pressed up against you, and she’d start kissing your shoulder… again, you’re thinking that she’s being cute so you’re just smiling dumbly while she’s doing her thing 😭😭 then she’s kissing up your neck… behind your ear… inhaling your scent and it wasn’t until her hands tug down at the waistband of your shorts that you finally understand what she has been asking for this entire time!! 🤭

you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease the one who mostly does the teasing in the relationship… so you’d play dumb! looking at her all confused but with a cheeky smile that you couldn’t hide bcs yujin was just too cute pouting and whining at you 🥺💞💞 “c’mon, (y/n)…” ughdhhdcbjs so adorable ☺️💕 now you can’t exactly resist those big eyes for too long so you’d give yujin what she wants… slowly 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and i am a yujin-grabs-her-gf’s-ass-while-kissing truther so ya’ll are gonna have to deal w my thoughts about that! she’s already such a perv daily 😭 grabbing your ass while you’re kissing her really just gives her a burst of energy and ofc your soft moans while she squeezes adds to it too 😣‼️ once her hands have started roaming under your shirt, she completely has you wrapped around her finger bcs her hands??? magic. 😵‍💫

ehehe and i wanna say that yujin doesn’t rlly care where she fucks you when she’s the one initiating so in this instance… have fun getting bent over the kitchen island! 😍🥰🥰

[strawberry-hachi]

Thinking about possessive Chigiri. Anyone would get scarily protective if they lost their dream. He lost his career and his passion over a simple injury. People avoided him because of how closed off he got and he refused to let others get near.

When you saw him again after his injury he didn't look at you once. Only giving you one word answers and nods. You understood how much it destroyed him but it was still hard to see the effects.

But then he started avoiding everybody. Holding himself up in his room and attempting to rot into the earth. Oftentimes his sister would end up calling you in tears because of his refusal to take care of himself.

So it's no wonder you began heading over to their house more to try and help him. It was still Chigiri. The boy that you had found yourself enamored with even before he got crazy good at football.

Albeit, it was not easy taking care of him with his mood swings and injury. Often you and him found yourselves frustrated with each other because of that lack of communication and progress. Regardless, you two worked through it because what was the point of a relationship if you couldn't help each other when you needed each other?

It was around the time he finally started healing, his stitches finally disappearing and finally going from a wheelchair to crutches did you begin seeing that change. How he would follow you everywhere if you were together, always close to you. How he would begin messaging and calling you if you disappeared on him or were talking with someone else (and while this did annoy you, you found it oddly adorable). He even began messaging you at all hours of the day even if he had nothing to say.

You weren't one to reject such affection and took it in stride but you'd be lying if you said it didn't worry you on his sudden switch up. Perhaps it's because he finally has energy to put into his relationship now but that thought only puts a pit in your stomach. Because what if he finds something else? You aren't willing to stay if you were only a replacement for something.

However what you learned right before he went off to Blue Lock was in fact the complete opposite. That only after he got injured did he realize how much he genuinely cared for you. Couldn't stop thinking about you. How he would sit with his phone in his hand wanting to call you even though he could barely move a muscle.

How more often than not he found himself dreaming of you. Wanting you. Waking up in a cold sweat upon realizing you weren't there. How as the days grew longer the more he realized that he needed you next to him always.

His injury most certainly messed him up but it also made him realize many things about himself that he wouldn't give up for the world.

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"Where are you going?"

You glance back at him, "Groceries, remember? I'm still helping your mom and sister, idiot," You stick your tongue out at him, getting another blanket to put under his leg as he sits on the couch.

His once neutral face turns into a small frown as he sets his head down upon the couch. He sighs, briefly fluttering his eyes and you immediately can tell he's doing it on purpose. Prick.

"Do you need an ice pack?" You chuckle as he crosses his arms and blows a piece of hair out of his face.

He rolls his eyes, "I'm not a baby."

"you're kind of acting like one right now," You raise your eyebrows as he immediately turns to you.

He groans, "You've gotten so much bolder since you've had to take care of me."

You smile, "No, you just never noticed."

He opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it again. His brows furrow and his fists tighten.

"Sorry," you smile, "Anyways, do you want an ice pack?"

"No, I want you," He says lowly, almost coming out as a growl.

You blink, "I'm right here, aren't I?"

He extends his arms, "How much clearer do I have to get, idiot?"

You let out a little chortle as you set down the blanket, walking over to him as he quickly goes to knock you down over him.

You squeak as you fall atop of him, his arms going to wrap around you like a vice as his head goes into your neck and nuzzles.

"Are you trying to hurt your knee again," you say incredulously, "Don't knock me over like that," You laugh as you thread your fingers through his hair. It's softer than you last remember.

He hums into your neck as his hold tightens around you. You slowly relax into his hold as you realize he doesn't plan on releasing you anytime soon.

"You okay?" You ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper as your breath brushes against his ear. You feel him shiver against you and it makes your heart swell.

"Yeah," he glances up at you with a heavy expression and your face flushes.

This idiot.

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Favorite characters: THEM *heart emoji*

Character I relate to: I just saw the clip of that ridiculous interview where Kakashi was given the "pervy hedgehog" nickname and eventually brought to tears for being an unconventional adult xD I relate to him in many ways, but this is a winner!

Underrated character: Shizune! That woman carried the hokage office on her shoulders, and everybody took her for granted. I wish Kishi'd given her a chapter or two with a nice backstory.

Favorite design: This was a thinker. Eventually, i chose two elements i particularly love in Kakashi's design. First is him in a sleeveless undershirt. It's so very simple, but OMG! It adds such fascinating nuance to his character. On the outside, he's distant and aloof, always wearing the uniform or some baggie fatigues. But under all that he's wearing a tight shirt exposing so much skin xD It looks so good on him, makes him a bit androgynous and seductive. I like to believe he feels nice wearing it :3

The second thing is Kakashi's ears 😂 I think prominent ears make him so endearing and adorable in contrast with his cool and laid back vibe. (i should've drawn them bigger! xD)

Character I'd get along with IRL: That's definitely Tenzo. We have very similar energy. My irl personality is not that affectionate (especially in my mother tongue) and i totally get his "i'm not gonna baby you" (continues to actually baby his students like a single mother of three) xD And we both would wanna impress SeMpAi and be on our best behavior 🤭

Favorite side character: My foster son Sai <3 This character is very special to me. He managed to survive the horrors of the Root ANBaby camp and find that warmth and light within to make right choices. He knows that his trauma made him different and, he can't socialize well, but again, he's putting in effort to better understand the people he cares about. And i appreciate that even after his change of heart we are shown his melancholy moments, and how he lights up every time he's shown kindness.

[amorre1989]

Santa, baby

where Spencer Reid makes his sweetness visible in front of the BAU in Christmas.

pairing: Spencer Reid; reader; BAU team; JJ kids

word count: 2,5K

content warnings: nothing, this is a sweet innocent little story.

this is the first little story I post, my first language is not English, please forgive me if I make a grammar mistake :b

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it was a pretty, cold weather night at Rossi's place, who invited all the team to a nice Christmas party. The smell of food and the sound of laughter filled all the well decorated big house of his. You arrived with Spence and a big pie you baked together hours before, it was a nice disaster you took evidence from to make him do the dishes afterwards.

As you hugged and said hello to everybody you noticed Spencer had a backpack that he hid in Rossi's office, you raise your eyebrows but he just kissed you.

"what's that for?" you say curious, feeling the softness of the sweater he was wearing.

"just something for later" he says as he kisses you again and leaves.

The night is filled with anecdotes from cases and cute stories from when everyone was little, Spence kept quiet most of the time, just holding your hand under the table (which didn't last too long because as soon as JJ arrived he ran to play with the kids). The sight was beautiful, seeing him all excited to play with the boys was beautiful, and something you had thought about too many times to count and too many dreams to confess, you thought you would scare him away, which is nonsense because it's pretty noticeable that Spence dreams of having a kid.

"he's gonna be asleep on the couch before midnight" Prentiss says, laughing while you all observe Spence in set.

"I'm surprised he's got all that energy after what we did in the noon" you say, clearly not paying attention to what you were saying. You look back at the table and realize everyone is staring and smiling weirdly.

"oh my god! we baked all day! that's what I meant!" you laugh genuinely, and pretty loud as usual, which draws Spencer's attention from the kids to you for a second, but he keeps playing. Your laugh (as Spencer would say) is the most contagious thing in the world, that could make even Strauss slip a smile, and listening to it is the only thing that solves any puzzle that's been driving his mind insane. He's grateful for your presence, but more grateful because you're easy to talk to and adore.

After you finish dinner the clock sounds so loud the attention of everyone is focused on it. The kids stop eating the ice cream/pie mix you taught them and yell "Santa!!" so loud you raise your eyes from the plate you were washing to the big, white bearded man at the door holding a big red sack. You walk towards the scene and observe how happy the kids are while receiving their gifts. You start looking for Spence but soon realize the big bearded man is, obviously, not anyone but him. Your eyes fill with love and something else you can't even describe. The love he spreads around the house is incapable of not being infected in everyone's faces. As he starts to give everyone each gift he gets closer to you and lends you two boxes, wrapped in the wrapping paper you bought together.

"and this is for you, pretty girl, I bet you've been a good girl all year" he says while looking at you with the same eyes he uses when you're focused on a task that's not eating ice cream.

"thank you, Santa" you say smiling, and holding yourself from kissing him straight on the beard. He leans and whispers to your ear "don't open the little box now..." your curiosity gets wider as you shake the box and don't feel anything solid.

The night continues, the laugh keeps being spread around the house, then Santa says goodbye and leaves through the door. Suddenly your boyfriend comes back.

"uncle Spencer you missed Santa!" Henry says showing him all his presents.

"it's okay little boy,I'll catch him next year" he says, leaning and sitting on the floor to play with the new toys the kids received.

You keep observing him and sit down with everyone else on the couch to enjoy some hot cocoa and keep chatting, trying not to make obvious the admiration you all feel for Spencer right now.

He looks at you from the floor and kisses your cheek as he strokes the side of your cheek.

"merry Christmas my love, you're the greatest gift I could ever receive" you smile truly and kiss the tip of his nose. The night ends with you both dancing under the colored lights from the tree with everyone around you, he holds you comfortably tight, the softness of the sweater you washed with his favorite christmas detergent invades your nostrils while you rest your head on his chest. His hand rubbing your back slowly, sooting the race of your heart.

"I love you Santa" you whisper in his ear and kiss his cheek. He strokes the back of your head and kisses it.

"I love you princess"

When the scene finishes you say goodbye to everyone with a big hug and kiss the kids heads while they hug you. You both go to the car and settle yourselves

"wait, I wanna open my presents!" you shout as you start tearing the paper up. You open the big box and it's a beautiful picture of you both you took with Santa, in a frame he clearly made, the image of Spencer hand making a frame specially for you breaks and heals your heart instantly.

"aw...baby..." you hug him and kiss him, he smiles. "can I open the other one?" he was about to say no, but remembered you didn't have to be family friendly anymore and nods. you open the little box and it's a christmas theme bra and panties, you burst out laughing and hug him again.

"now Santa's gonna unwrap his present" he mumbles as he starts to drive to your shared apartment.

[x-candy-guts-x]

Yautja x human ft worm on a string

I had some more thoughts :)

•It’s really interesting to me how humans are at their core a prey species. You can argue that forwards facing eyes are a trait of predators however it’s seen in basically all monkeys and apes and they are primarily vegetarians. They eat small prey like insects or small mammals but aren’t on the scale of say k-9’s, felines, and other obligatory carnivores. I believe it’s primarily a trait derived from our deeply social species. Our eyes are a huge part of our kinds communication wether we are looking at something or someone. We follow the direction of peoples eyes when talking. It’s been a great tool in our development.

•that being said I feel like predatory species like the yautja would find it fascinating to watch a human go from prey species to brutal predator in a matter of moments due to any given circumstances. Our instincts to danger are typically the five F’s. Fight, flight, freeze, fawn and faint. (For those of you who don’t know freeze is when you become unresponsive much like a deer in the headlight. Fawn is when you try to essentially suck up to the threat and get them to calm down and no longer be a threat. This is usually seen in abusive relationships where people will try to appease their abusor by avoiding conflict or doing whatever they can to get the abusor in a good mood again even at their own detriment. And faint is well.. faint lol.)

•Humans developed carrion stomachs due to our tendency to go after the largest strongest prey possible. We had so much meat we couldn’t eat it all and it would spoil. Our stomachs developed strong acids to kill bacteria in meat that has been sitting.

•humans are one of the only species on the planet to actively hunt the largest and strongest of any animal in a given herd/group. Which I think is something the yautja relate too.

•for humans this was out of necessity. The biggest animal provided the most food for our large social groups. We needed to provide the most food for our people. And our ability to kill from a distance and out do our prey in endurance allowed us to not have to worry about energy expenditure like big cats who hunt alone and need to conserve as much as possible thus hunting whatever is the easiest.

•we did this for so long that we developed predatory instincts. However at our core we still have prey instincts. Your yautja finds that cute. :)

•he is much larger, stronger and deadlier than you without armor and weapons. Sharp teeth and claws with a scaled hide and muscle structure that could knock over a bus is nothing to sneeze at. He absolutely adores the difference between the two of you. Your much smaller form with soft skin and tiny blunt teeth and nails is endearing. But this also makes him extra worried for you when you go hunting. He has to remember that humans are fine predators but only when they have someone else to rely on.

•humans are NOT meant to be alone. In virtually anything. Todays society will have you believe in toxic ideals like pulling yourself up by your boot straps and not needing to rely on anyone. But humans at their very core are meant to be in large deeply socially bonded groups. It takes a village to raise 1 human properly. And our society has forgotten that. Your yautja finds it deeply unsettling when he finds out that your culture is not as social as it seems from the outside looking in. With everyone living so close together and there being so many people in such small areas you’d think everyone would know everybody. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. Single parents and fear stricken neighbors run rampant in most of the cities. So when he sees you pack bonding with a roomba he takes it upon himself to be your best friend.

•that’s another thing. Humans are so social we pack bond with virtually anything. We crave intimacy so badly (not like that you pervs) that we will pack bond with ANYTHING. You name it. A dog? So common. A car? Strange to him but not uncommon for one to become at least a little attached to something important like that. A fuzzy noodle with googly eyes attached? It’s a worm on a string? Ok we’re getting you some help.

•your getting dragged to an oomanologist and he prescribes you a pet.

•your pet ate the worm on a string

•there were tears

•he’s secretly happy about it

•he actually tried to get rid of it several times. Garbage shoot? You walked in on him mid act. Burn it? The bastard wouldn’t even reach the fire because the string kept getting tangled to twigs and branches that hovered above it. A tall shelf? Well he found you sitting on top of the fridge like a gargoyle once so that was out of the question.

•your yautja regularly has to remember that he’s a lot bigger than you and you are so smol. His voice alone can startle you if your not expecting it! There goes the prey instincts again. Loud noises are not your friend that’s for sure.

•did you know that in alien vs predator they used tiger roar sound effects for the yautja roars? They actually do this in a lot of movies and it pisses me off especially when they attach it to things like mountain lions who literally can’t roar but that’s besides the point- anyway tiger roars are actually capable of STUNNING their prey. There’s something about the volume and frequency that actually temporarily stubs other creatures. If the yautja canonically roar similar to tigers and he accidentally stuns you OmG.

•so much purring

•he’s on his knees hugging you trying to make himself small.

•this dude cannot navigate your human home.

•he broke a dining room chair sitting in it

• he’s too big for the hallways without ducking and turning sideways partially sometimes.

•hand holding is so cute. Ur hands are just so tiny compared to his

•he does research on monkeys and sees how grooming is a very important social que and he connects this to humans. Unfortunately he didn’t think that humans were so prudish around nudity so when he just picked you up and threw you into a big tub he was NOT ready for those hands.

•predator instincts activate 🔫

•he almost drowned

•mildly scared of you

•your so small how are you that strong

•when y’all do get comfortable enough though he loves bath time :)

•scratches your little head with his claws (lightly) a lot

•plays with your hair a lot especially in the tub

•your self care routine becomes his care for human routine

•honestly? He fucking prides himself on how well taken care of you are. He flaunts you like you have a pedigree

• “my ooman is better than yours”

•que fight

•you become friends with the other human and while they’re fighting, you guys are sitting in the dirt playing games.

•they come back like ?? Hello? Did you not see us? WERE U EVEN WATCHING?

•you get mad at him? He went and got you new worms

•all the colors

•he has a worm for his ships dash. He chills. Sometimes you catch him playing with it

•I had more ideas but I forgot