#i love his hair especially it looks so soft and really cool in his suit

[percytheboykisser]

i just think he's neat:)

i love his design so much it's such a pretty design the colors that they chose are spectacular to my pea brain

and the representation!!1!2 SHUT UP ITS SO COOL I LOVE SHIT LIKE THIS

[heartowan]

★ POST- PATROL : jason todd x reader!

( it's fluff! ♡) ─────────────── ★

You sighed once more as you stared up at the ceiling of the room, the warmth and coziness of the bedsheets and the small little fish lamp at the corner of the room not enough to get you back to sleep. You needed to pee, and you couldn't run from it anymore. Ugh.

In a languid rhythm, you got to the bathroom, peed, wiped, washed your hands, and walked out in the same lazy steps as you walked in, but before you reached the room, you heard the familiar noise of the living room window being opened. Funny thing, you didn't even need to look to know who it was.

Jason walked into your shared apartment as quietly as possible not to wake you up, not knowing that you were waiting for him to walk into the small hallway that led to your room.

He seemed to be as lazy as you were, his steps spaced out and heavy as he made his way. And, when he made the turn into the hallway, you jumped in his front to scare him, and uh... it didn't work.

You frowned instantly, and he let out a delightful, hearty chuckle at you, his free hand going to his knee as he laughed, the other held his red helmet.

"How... did you know?" You mumbled, your voice low and slightly disappointed. Not really sad, though.

He took a deep breath before answering you. "You left the bathroom light on." He said, glancing at the open door and strong cool light coming out of it. "I just expected you to be up."

You kept your frown and a slight pout ─ you had yet to succeed at scaring him.

Jason slid his big arms around your shoulders, squeezing you against his chest. He smelled like sweat and gunpowder, but you were used to it.

"I didn't get hit one single time tonight." He murmured into your hair, his face nuzzling your soft strands. You were so soft.

Jason wanted your approval. Wanted you to be proud of him for coming home in one piece tonight. You let out a soft huff at his words, your arms snaking around his waist and squeezing him, earning you a little grunt. "Should I expect that every night from now?" You murmured softly, with your lips so close to his ear, you didn't need to speak any louder than that.

He chuckled quietly. "I'm not gonna answer that."

Yeah, you knew that'd be the response. Jason liked the mess, he liked coming home and having to clean up the blood from his suit, he liked the slight pain from the bruises, and he especially liked when he was so beat up, you had to patch him up, apply ointment, kiss him better. He loved your attention, he loved any and everything you gave to him, physical or not.

"Why don't you go shower while I wait for you in bed?" You murmured in that quiet tone while your arms moved back a little so you could caress the exposed part of his forearms with your fingers.

"I already know I stink, you don't need to point it out." He teased, pulling back to flash a dumb smile at you, and you returned his with one of yours. "But I was going to do that anyway."

With that said, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before letting go of you. "Wait for me." He mused, already shedding his jacket even before he got to the bathroom.

You shook your head at him, but that dumb smile stayed on your lips for the rest of the night until you fell asleep in his arms.

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[tillichan]

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ Your life in Blue Lock for @xo-adeline ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

Being the manager of the best football team in Europe, Bastard Munchen, is not an easy task. But somehow you immediately fit into this team, becoming an inalienable part of Bastard Munchen. Even though, players may seem like they don't care about you, but that's no true! Conversely, they've a soft spot for you and value your contribution to the team. Your intimidating look is actually a secret weapon of your team you don't know about it though which helped them to make their rivals give up without a fight more than once.

Rival A: Hey, bro, look at this manager. She's planning on murdering or something like this? Rival B: She looks like she's going to kill us if we score even one goal. Bastard Munchen: What are you saying about our manager? Rivals — crap their pants, your team — pleased with themselves, meanwhile you just have no clue about all this stuff.

Usually you do the ordinary manager stuff like paperwork, maintaining the team schedule, taking care of players. But your ability to see a little things and your knowledge of psychology help Bastard Munchen to analyze their matches or their rivals. Sometimes you speak your mind without always thinking about it first during meetings. Your seniors are dissatisfied with it, but your team love your sarcastic and witty personality. And when you subtly mock seniors or team's rivals? Your team adore you! But your routine was interrupted by invitation to Blue Lock, your team as players, you as their manager assistant, because Blue Lock project needs more workers. And if you think that being a manager of Bastard Munchen is chaos, no, being a manager of Blue Lock is real chaos! Where should I start?.. Well, let's start from this part. Now you've not a team of professional football players, you've a team of professional simps-guardians, who literally growl at poor Blue Lock boys, who want to ask you for help, for example. Bastard Munchen are very proud of their manager and brag about you every. single. minute.

Kaiser: Wanna ask manager for help, Yoichi? What a pity, she is my manager! Anri in the background: But she is not only your manager...

Even Noel Noa brags about you in his composed manner! Ego didn't understand his behavior at first. But when you started speaking your mind during meetings and teasing Anri with him... Well, you're really not bad, so Ego thinks now. I'm sorry, Ego-san, this manager is already taken. Bastard Munchen are very chaotic team, you still love them. Despite their attempts to protect you from Blue Lock boys, you've a lot of friends here and carry out the duties of a manager great.

Color of your ego — Dark Blue

Falling in love with a new manager of Bastard Munchen is the last thing Michael Kaiser expected out of his life. But here you are, beautiful, smart and full of love for him. You broke the walls Michael had built around his heart over the years and showered him with love. Even though Michael hate being loved because it makes him weak, he also wants to be loved by someone, strange as it may sound.

♥ You two look so cool together! Your couple aesthetic and aura is something else! Tattoos, blue roses, similar hair colors and intimidating smug look. I bet, you're the hottest topic of discussion in the community! ♥ Michael loves that you're a sarcastic person and tend to speak your mind without always thinking about it. Your personalities suits each other, you both are witty, independent and have your own time of self-doubt. It helps you to understand each other and work on your weaknesses together. ♥ Especially Kaiser loves teasing you whenever you're falling and tripping all over the place. After he caught you, of course. ♥ Since Michael is interested in psychology, as you do, you two have a lot of deep conversations and discussions about it. He'd probably be interested in true crime too because of you. ♥ Please, take care of him in the morning. Michael wakes up in a really bad mood, but mornings are actually not that bad if you're with him~ ♥ Michael hates receiving gifts, he doesn't know how he's supposed to react. Well, if it's not your gifts. Even though, he is still bad at showing good reactions, but he is happy that you think about him.

Alexis Ness acts towards you as your older brother. You and Kaiser are the most important people in his life. Honestly, Alexis loves and protects you even more than he admires Kaiser. He thinks about you as a little sister, because he never received love and understanding from his real siblings. And as your older brother he protects you a lot! If you and Alexis come in, while Kaiser's doing his morning routine consists of standing before the mirror naked, gazing at himself while having a conversation with himself, Alexis will cover your eyes with his hands. It doesn't matter that Michael is your boyfriend. Don't worry, dear, your brother protect your heart from all jerks around you!

Noel Noa is your proud father figure. He always acts cool, but he loves you from the bottom of his heart. Your smart tactics and ideas helped Bastard Munchen more than once, not to mention that he loves that you can keep in line the behavior of the team. Every time Noa has meeting with coaches in Blue Lock, your name keeps coming up. And if Ego or another coach ask him to give you his team? No. That's impossible.

Itsuki Wakatsuki has a fattest crush on you since you first appeared in Blue Lock. The way you tease your, and not only your, team, your sarcastic and witty behavior, your strange but cute habit to do something and then just totally stop and move on, he was smitten with you! Even though your team is kinda aggressive when someone tries to approach you, Itsuki talks to you whenever he has a chance. He enjoys talking to you about football, mocking others players or sleeping on your lap, because he's always tired. The last one happened only once, because your team raised a riot.

Karasu Tabito is your best friend in Blue Lock. You're cool and smart girl, who is also witty and loves analyzing people, consider you're Tabito's favorite person in the whole Blue Lock. Karasu doesn't like receiving a present because he hates to be forced to feel happy. But somehow you've the ability to make him always feel happy not only because of little gifts but also because of little gestures which always get to the point. You two spend your time together analyzing games or players or just talking about your life. Karasu built walls around his heart. And you're the only one person who are able to tear it down.

Nagi Seishiro is one more your Blue Lock friend. You two have a lot in common! Sleeping, playing video games, reading manga, for example. You and Nagi bond over similar hobbies and got along well. You two can be found together reading manga Nagi has a lot of manga apps, so you two always can find something interesting or playing video game. Nagi would like to rest on you lap after a rough training session, but unfortunately this place is already taken. As you do, Nagi loves teasing people around in his own way. So you two have a lot of fun together, imagining Barou Maid Cafe or football players as animals.

[markitchi]

I think it would be really sweet if Clark embraces his roots and goes all out whenever he flirts and coos at Bruce, calling him all sorts of nickname in private, only in private, because he's not letting anyone sees how Bruce's eyes soften and his usual >:( turns into a :| with a hint of soft pink on his cheeks and ears. Only he can see Bruce becoming soft and pliant.

(More scenarios under the cut)

"Pumpkin pie" he purred, gently squeezing Bruce's shoulders as he kisses his neck, wanting to initiate a love making session together.

"Doll face" Clark coos as he craddle Bruce's rugged face with his hand, his beloved Batman sitting on his lap, pouting like a spoiled boy.

"Sweetie" he whispers as he tries to get Bruce to get his eyes off the screen after his dearest does a full blown all night research about someone suspicious.

"Honey" he whimpers as he begs Bruce for attention as he gently squeeze his thighs, acting like a needy puppy.

"Sugar" he lovingly call out to Bruce, who's wearing a crisp, freshly ironed suit and tie.

All spoken with that twang Bruce loves so much, something about it makes him feel warm and fuzzy. Not to mention with how natural it feels when those words of affection spill out from Clark's tongue.

Bruce's favorite must be Pumpkin, or munchkin, or maybe honey? Or that one time Clark calls him "my oeey gooey honey pie, my cute little pumpkin, I want to kiss that sugar lips of yours, by sweet munchkin" when Bruce finally wakes up around 1 PM after a rough night patrol on a sunday. His hair is tousled like crazy, bruises from fights covering his pale skin, yet Clark gazes at him like he's the most beautiful creature he has laid his eyes on.

Bruce never teases him about his accent, Clark never has to control his tongue or think twice about what he's going to say, being with Bruce makes him appreciate his accent more, especially with how Bruce melts onto him whenever he calls him "honey pie".

Then one day Clark calls Bruce "pretty kitten" with that sweet, sweet thick midwestern accent, while that is under the sun, carrying hay to feed his horses in the Farm, while he's covered in sweat, only wearing a cursed white t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans-

"Hey pretty kitten, you okay? You look as red as a tomato! Cool down in my bedroom, doll face, turn on the AC, it's old, but it works"

Bruce folded and squirms, Clark grins and teases him more. It ends up with Clark pinning Bruce to the nearest barn wall and purring all sorts of nicknames right to his ear. What a day

[brotherwtf]

Hi! About soft prompts, maybe some comfort when the boys get to Algeria? Just emotion running high and some needed reassurances, especially if they're alredy together

Btw I really love your writing❤

aghhh so so sweet I love this anon

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"You flew that thing all the way to Algeria and couldn't land on the runway? Come on, it's right there," John jokes, mouth curling into a smile.

But Gale's expression still stays gaunt, staring off into the evening sun with his mouth almost slack, turning away and haphazardly patting John's shoulder. John's chest squeezes, chews the inside of his cheek as Gale starts to walk away.

"We're gonna get through this, come on. Don't you stop believing that," John says, scuffing the ground with his feet. He can hardly stand to see Gale's horrified expression.

"Sure, Bucky," Gale whispers, leaving John by his destroyed fort.

John hates this. He hates it so much. Hates that every day they're losing more and more men and somehow Gale is losing himself as well. John hates how he doesn't feel anything, only that simmering burn of "something is missing" whenever he looks for Curt or Quinn. And Gale's separated himself from everyone else like he always does, sitting against the wheel of his fort, banged up in the distance.

John finds him when the moon is high, still sweltering hot even without the sun, flight suit bunched around his waist with just his grimy tank top. Dog tags tucked secretly away under the thin material. He's looking for something, John can see it in his eyes when he joins him on the sand. He creeps his fingers out until he laces his pinkie on Gale's, that brief connection enough for him right now.

"Hey darling," John whispers, knowing no one can hear them but choosing to keep his voice down.

Gale's lips quirks up before the expression disappears completely. He shifts until his hand is on the ground, allowing John to fully take it in his. He's still looking up at the moon, eyes glowing in its cool light.

"Every time I think, 'I'm never going back up, I can't'. But I just can't bring myself to. I have to fly," Gale mutters.

John nods, bringing himself closer until he's pressed up against Gale's shoulder, tucking his nose into Gale's hair. He still smells like his aftershave, however mixed with blood and kerosene.

"We've got a job to do, Buck. I know you're never one to quit before the job is finished. But just believe, come on, if not in yourself than in me. I said we're gonna get through this," John mutters, lips feathering Gale's earlobe.

Gale turns until he's pressing his nose into John's cheek bone, eyes closed as he sighs out something long and tired.

"Stay with me tonight?" Gale asks, hand squeezing John's in the sand.

John nods, taking his hand from Gale's to run up his arm, firmly resting on the nape of his neck to press their faces closer together. He can feel Gale's trembling breath, his jaw clenched underneath his.

"Always," John mutters and he can feel Gale nod against him.

[bitchyycapricorn]

Sticky

MCU!Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 2.4K

Synopsis: Peter Parker loves to play with fun gadgets he finds around the Stark tower. Especially when it comes from an alien space ship. Which is exactly how you end up completely pressed to the ceiling of Peters room without knowing when you’ll come down.

Warnings: Smut!! Oral (f receiving), P in V, language, probably disappointing Mr. Stark

AN: lightly edited

Peter bursts through his bedroom door at the speed of light. “Y/N! Y/N!” Peter shouts, his eyes scanning his room for any signs of life. You peak your head out from under the covers, a small smile forming on your tired face.

“Hey Peter,” you mumble sleepily, snuggling your head into Peter’s pillow. “You’re home from Stark Towers already?” You hum groggily.

Peter shuffles over to his bed, plopping down next to your curled-up figure. “Mr. Stark helped me design new web shooters and-and I wanted to show you them,” Peter beams. A soft smile spreads across your face as you watch Peter shuffle around inside the black bag he brought home.

“Ah, damnit.” Peter mumbles pulling out some sort of gun filled with lava pink liquid. “I brought home the wrong bag. This is the anti gravity stick gun.” Peter frowns.

Your eyes shoot open wide, the aspect of an anti gravity sticky gun intriguing you. “Did you say anti gravity? Your smile widens as you sit up fully to take a look at the gun in Peter’s hand.

“Yeah, but we can’t you know…use it.” Peter laughs as he goes to put the gun back in the bag. Your hand is quick to stop his, wrestling the gun out of his grip. “Y/N/N, no, we can’t,” Peter pleas with you. “If Mr. Stark find out he’ll have my suit!” His words mean nothing to you in this moment, you’re too busy examining the cool piece of alien tech that Peter “accidentally” brought home.

“There’s no way you ‘accidentally’ brought this home, you were totally messing around with Tony’s gadgets again weren’t you!” A smirk tugs at your lips as you continue to examine the bright pink liquid.

Peter groans, throwing himself back on the bed. “Okay! So I got sticky fingers and was messing with some of Mr. Stark’s stuff. But I really did accidentally bring it home! I had two identical bags, one with the anti-gravity gun and the other with my webshooter upgrades. Bruce just walked into the lab and I got scared and threw the gun back into the bag and without thinking took off with the wrong bag…” Peter babbles.

“Wicked,” you grin, pointing the gun at Peter. “So if I shoot you with this…”

“No no, I shot a flowerpot to the ceiling and it was still stuck up there when I left, I was playing with the gun for over an hour.” He replies sternly.

You let out a small laugh “Oh, so I’m definitely sticking your sticky ass to the ceiling.” You’re still pointing the gun at Peter when he goes to take it back from you. As you wrestle for the gun, a beam of light shoots out of it and the next thing you know you’re on Peter’s ceiling.

“Y/N!” Peter squeaks. Your whole body is pressed up into the ceiling, limbs completely frozen. Arms and legs both slightly spread out. “Um, shit what do we do?” Peter looks at the gun again as if there will be directions written on the outside explaining how to reverse the effects.

“I feel like I’m not even allowed to be mad,’ You let out a laugh, looking down at a panicking Peter. “This is actually really cool, I feel so firm.”

“Y/N, this is not the time to be messing around, we need to get you down.” Peter’s face is pale and sweaty as he examines your body being pressed against his ceiling by some weird alien magic. His eyes wander from how silly your hair looks fluffing out, down to how nice your figure looks, completely trapped and unable to move. Peter tries pushing the thought away, hating his sudden urge to crawl up on the ceiling with you and experience what its like to make you scream while you’re stuck. That’s when it hits him, “I’m coming up with you, I’ll see if I can pry you off the ceiling okay?”

You scrunch your face up at his words, not liking that he’s making you come down already. “Come on Peter, this is so cool. See if you can move my limbs into different positions first.” Peter disappears from your view for a moment before he’s hovering… below you?

“Why do you insist on making things difficult by messing around?”

“Because.” You state simply. Peter rolls his eyes, gently tugging at your arm. Your arm easily swings forward before quickly being pulled back to the ceiling. “Whoa, do that again it felt weird. I feel like my whole body is ten times more sensitive right now.”

Peter pulls your arm again, it comes forward before reattaching to the ceiling, his mind racing from your words. He can’t help but wonder if your whole body is more sensitive. “We need to get you down now.” He urges, knowing that if you’re up here any longer he won’t be able to help himself. It was always a fantasy of his to fuck you on the ceiling, or high up on a wall. He just never trusted himself enough to go through with it. But now that you were already up here, he couldn’t help but feel the urge to start fucking you senseless.

“Peter, earth to Peter Parker,” you coo, trying to get your boyfriends attention.

Peter blinks, refocusing his gaze onto yours, “sorry, sorry I was just thinking.” His face flushes red as he begins to crawl down to your legs.

“You couldn’t have been normal and gone around my body? You had to crawl over me didn’t you?” You ask, watching has Peter’s body hovers over yours on his way down to try and unstick your feet permanently. “Your dick is in my face, and it’s hard.” You mumble, a blush spreading across your face now.

“S-shit sorry!” Peter tries to move out of your face by backing up, only to find he’s made it worse by dropping his hips too low and smacking you in the face with his boner.

Your body begins to shake with laughter, “Ow, I just got a face full of sweatpants dick.”

Peter freezes, hoping down from the ceiling completely. “I don’t think I’m getting you down.” He admits, his face was a brighter red than before as he looks up at you.

You let out a small hum, looking down at your embarrassed boyfriend. “Well, you got any ideas how we can pass the time?”

“I won’t admit anything.” Peter replies, quickly adverting his gaze.

“That made absolutely no sense dork, do you have any ideas or not?”

“None that I’m willing to admit.” He continues to avoid your gaze, focusing only on the closet door.

“You should come up here and fuck me then,” you tease, eyeing his still obvious boner.

Peter’s face goes pale, looking up at you again. “Does the gun give you the ability to read minds too?”

A laugh erupts from your chest a you goto shake your head ‘no,’ only to realize you can’t. “No Peter, I can’t read minds but I can read the message your massive boner sent me while it was in my face.”

“That’s not funny, you scared me. I thought you could tell what I was thinking and that you’d start yelling at me for thinking about how good your boobs look in such a dire situation.” Peter pauses, realizing he just admitted exactly what he didn’t want you to know. “Never mind, don’t listen to me ever again.”

“You think my boobs look good?” You beam.

“Stop.” Peter warns, feeling his blush return.

“Oh my god Parker, just get up here and fuck me.” You groan. Peter hesitates for a moment before giving you a small nod and jumping up onto the ceiling. He starts at your legs, repositioning them so your feet are pressing against the ceiling while your knees are bent. Once he’s got you properly repositioned, you feel him crawling between your legs. “Peter…what are you doing?” You can feel his hands grabbing onto your pajama shorts.

“Fucking you, like you asked so kindly.” A smirk settles on Peters face as he rips your pajama shorts down the middle seam, watching as they fall off your body and to the ground.

“Peter!” You cry, looking down at your now torn shorts.

“Well I had to get them off you!” Peter defends, slowly ripping your underwear off you as well. You let out a gasp as the cool air hits your heat, feeling your whole body flush under Peters warm touch, “Tank-top is next.” He smirks, tearing open the fabric to reveal your bare chest. The cold air washes over your, making you shiver as much as the magic would let you. Peter grabs your wrists, guiding your arms so they’re pinned above your head. “Is this what you want pretty girl?” He hums against your neck. His lips slowly leaving a trail of kisses down your body.

You let out a sharp moan “Y-yes,” his lips causing you to completely forget about your torn cloths on the ground. He continues to kiss down your neck until he reaches your tits. His right hand gently creasing the swell of your breast making you let out another moan. Leaning down, Peter brought your hard nipple into his mouth. Another moan escapes your lips as you fight to press your chest into Peters face, but with no success. You’re completely stuck, unable to move. Peter smirks against your boob at the attempt, continuing to swirl his tongue around your extremely sensitive nipple. “Fuck Peter,” you groan, wanting more than anything to run your fingers through his soft brown curls. Peter switches over to your other tit, giving the other nipple some attention as well.

The room fills with your soft moans as Peter kisses his way down your body and to your hot cunt. He pulls away for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before dragging his bottom lip down your thigh and back to your aching cunt. His head dips between your legs as you feel his tongue slowly slipping between your folds. The tip of his tongue makes contact with your clit, gently swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves causing you to let out a throaty moan. Peter’s arms slide around your thighs, pulling your body closer ever so slightly as he continues to eat you out. His face buried in your soft cunt, lick and sucking on your swollen clit.

A knot begins to form in your stomach within a few seconds and your realize just how sensitive your body really feels. The feeling of Peters mouth pleasuring you makes your body a shaking mess against the ceiling. Your limbs feel like they’re on fire as pleasure courses through your whole body. Pressing your head against the ceiling as hard as you could, you feel your orgasm wash over you. A sharp cry escapes your lips, your whole body convulsing from your release.

Peter slowly comes up from your cunt, a smile plastered on his face. “I see someone enjoyed that a little too much.” He teases, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You let out a small groan in response, your whole body still pulsating. You keep your eyes on Peter as he begins to strip from his sweatpants and white T-shirt. His abs flexing as he miraculously manages to strip while still on the ceiling.

“Look at my sticky boy,” you giggle as you admire the way the light makes his abs appear to glow.

Peter grins, crawling over, well under, your body and positioning his hips between your thighs. “I’m about to make you real sticky.” You raise your eyebrow at his comment, noticing the cheeky grin on his face. “You ready?” He asks, his hand slipping between your bodies to position himself.

“Mhm,” you hum, feeling Peter slides into you slowly. The sensation of Peter thrusting up into you is completely foreign and completely surreal. Your body bounces ever so slightly up against the ceiling and you feel as though you could fall at any moment.

Yet, your body stays put, allowing for Peter’s hips to snap up into yours. His thrusts are sloppy and deep, feeling out your new position. A sigh escapes your lips as Peter leans up to kiss along your neck.

“How does this feel baby?” He whispers softly in your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, all of your muscles contracting at the hot breath on your ear and neck. “It feels so good Peter,” you moan softly, desperately wishing you could wrap your arms around his neck. Peter gives you a warm smile, kissing your cheek as his pace speeds up. His thrusts becoming more even and deep, fucking you straight up and into the cold ceiling.

“Wanna see a trick?”

“Trick?” You laugh, watching as Peter detaches his hands from the ceiling, leaving him on just his knees. He looks up at you with a smirk, gripping onto your thighs as he continues to fuck you at an inhuman speed. His nails digging into your soft skin as he hangs upside down thrusting into you.

You close your eyes, letting out a string of moans, loving the way he feels deep inside of you. “Fuck Peter, I’m close again.” You felt like you were on fire, your whole body overly sensitive to Peter’s touch and rough thrusts.

“Do it then” Peter grunts, his cock sliding in and out of you even harder. You push your head up into the ceiling, mouth falling open as another wave of intense pleasure hits you, throwing you completely over the edge. A scream escapes your lips followed by Peters name as you come down from your high.

Peter lets out a deep moan, throwing his body back up so his hands were once again sticking to the wall. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, thrusting deeper and deeper before pulling out quickly. Hot spurts of cum shooting out and falling back down onto Peter’s stomach and chest.

“Fucking gravity,” Peter groans.

You burst out laughing at Peter’s scrunched up face. “I told you that you were my sticky boy.” You tease. Peter grumbles something under his breath and you let out another laugh.

Your eyes widen only seconds later when you notice you suddenly feel heavier than normal. Your body detaches from the ceiling sending both you and Peter tumbling down onto his bed. “Great now I’m sticky too,” you groan.

Peter smirks, “Told you I’d get you sticky.”

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TAGLIST

[cherubdollyy]

NSFW ABC - Bubba Sawyer

18+ MDNI

author's notes: reader's gender isn't specified but there is a quick reference to breasts and language eluding to specific genitals etc but I tried to cover all bases (so you can pick and choose what suits you.). Voyeurism is mentioned and light bdsm. One very minor mention of animal death but I promise it's not sad!!

Bubba is my sweet baby boy and I love him so much so I hope you guys enjoy!!! <3

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - super clingy and cuddly. You're not going anywhere while bubba is in his afterglow. He feels possessive of you but he also wants you to feel so loved after doing the deed.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - he's a little self concious and it took him a LONG time before he could even think about taking his mask off in front of you. But with all the praise and love you show him he's learnt to love himself especially his squishiness because that's what he loves about you. He loves how soft and kind and innocent you are and the gentle touches you give him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - Seeing you on your knees with his cum dripping out of your mouth makes him go wild. A lot of the times he cums quickly because he's an excitable boy and everything is pretty new to him. You're both often a mess by the end of it, cum dripping out of you, him smeared with your juices but he'll always clean you up. It doesn't matter how tired you both are, he'll take a cool wet cloth and wipe you up so gently taking his time to get every inch. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - Bubba is a bit of a perv. He doesn't want to admit it, mainly because he hasn't had a lot of time to express himself sexually so he doesn't know how to communicate what he wants. He often watches you change. He'll try and peek through the door to watch you undress but he's not very quiet about it. He also masturbates a lot when you've gone to town to get supplies. When he's in his workshop he'll unzip his pants and pump himself while thinking about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - our boy doesn't have a lot of experience but he's eager to learn. He tends to become a bit animalistic as he just responds to his body's needs when he sees you naked and playing with yourself. But with time he's able to get to know what he loves.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - He loves when you're on top. He loves looking up at you and being able to grab your tummy and/or breasts. He's able to guide your hips and play with your nipples but he also loves it when you take the pace and tease him by slowing down.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He doesn't tend to have the time to goof around. Once one of you is in the mood he's got his pants down and is raring to go (which unintentionally makes you laugh). But you can both have a giggle at yourselves.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He's a beast. He has thick dark hair all over his arms and chest and his pubic hair is no different. He keeps himself nice and clean in the texas heat by taking a cool bath every night but he's pretty simple as just a soap and wash cloth kinda guy. No need for trimming or waxing here.

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He can be a little feral at first but he is a really sappy guy. He loves kissing you deeply and watching you sleep afterwards. He'll stroke your hair and hold you close and he'll be super clingy the next day, hugging you from behind and picking you flowers from the garden.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - He loves to masturbate but he feels a little guilty about it afterwards. You tell him it's completely natural and most people do it, encouraging him if it makes him feel good. You take a few sexy snaps of yourself for him to have fun with when he's by himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - He's a bit voyeuristic, watching over you in the garden as you bend over to tend to the plants, he can't help but feel his trousers becoming tighter. He also loves fucking you on the kitchen table when everyone else is out, the risk of not knowing when they'll be back. Other than that he doesn't really know much about kinks and is still exploring what he enjoys. Anything that you want to do though, he's eager to try out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - It used to be that you wouldn't bother bubba in his workshop but one day you couldn't help yourself, you just missed him and wanted to keep him company. It's become a bit of a habit to do it in his workshop now especially when the house is full. There's a bit of risk that they'll hear but not enough that they'll come in. Sometimes when you have to go to town you'll take Bubba in the truck with you and stop off on the side of the road. He won't fully relax, eyes darting convinced someone will see and the risk will make him explode. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - Honestly he'll watch you with so much love in his eyes from you doing the dishes to tending the garden, he's normally very sappy. But sometimes the breeze will blow your skirt up just right or you'll be reaching up to put groceries away and your t-shirt will ride up. Something small like that can flood him with dirty thoughts of what he wants to do to you which often leads you to being grabbed and kissed by complete surprise. 

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He would have a lot of trouble hurting you. Even if you explained to him that it felt nice he wouldn't feel comfortable slapping or whipping you so BDSM isn't really something he'd enjoy but he would like tying you up. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He doesn't have a preference he loves both! He LOVES eating you out/sucking you dry, he's surprisingly a natural at it. His frantic tongue movements never fail to make your toes curl.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - He starts off a little manic and fast because he's so excited and as he gets closer to cumming his thrusts become more erratic and sloppy so you can always tell when he's close.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - Bubba loves quickies! Often that's what you'll have to do as the house is always full of people and you get chastised by Drayton for being dirty.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - He likes the thrill of perhaps getting caught but it would never be too much of a risk. He couldn't have anyone seeing him from outside the family or without his mask on as that's too stressful for him. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - Tbh he cums fairly quickly and doesn't have a lot of stamina due to the intense texas heat but after you've both cooled down a little and perhaps even dozed off you'll feel his hard member pressing into your back, eager for another round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - Any toys are introduced by you (he doesn't exactly have an easy way of getting them) and he's open to playing with them. The first time you used a vibrating cock ring on him he was out of it for a week. One thing he does have easy access to is chains, electrical tape, and ropes so if you express an interest in being tied up he's happy to comply!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He didn't have an interest at first and would find it quite infuriating when you would edge and tease him but he soon appreciated how good the end result felt. He wondered if he could pull it off on you and one day when giving you oral you begged and begged if you could cum and that's when he stopped. Hearing your whining and the need in your voice you had for him made him feel powerful and you had a looong night ahead of you that night.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Very loud, lots of incomprehensible gibberish and whimpering. When you're having sex, everyone is gonna know about no matter how hard he tries to keep quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very good with animals. One of the chickens died and even though he thinks she'll make a nice lamp he can't leave those little chicks alone. You find him keeping them warm and making sure they have food and water. When he goes out into the garden they come running and you often find him out there with all the young chickens in his lap. (If I could draw this OMG I WOULD)

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's a big boy with a chunky soft body. He's covered in dark hair, his arms are big and he's very strong. He's about 4-5 inches and VERY thick, uncircumsised with a bush of curly dark hair.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - Very high let's be honest. Sometimes it's too hot and you're not in the mood so he'll run into his workshop to take care of himself. A victim once left a polaroid camera and you took a few sexy shots of yourself for him to keep in there.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - Very quickly, often with you held close in his arms. 

[fiercelittlemouse]

What we left behind | Arthur Shelby x Reader x Linda Shelby

part one?👀

Summary: After years away, she never expected to return to Birmingham—or to see Arthur Shelby again. But when her grandparents leave her their countryside estate, she finds herself back where it all began. The past was supposed to stay buried, yet the moment their eyes meet across a dimly lit club, it’s clear that nothing ever truly ended between them.

Arthur has a life now—a wife, responsibilities, the weight of his own regrets. But old love doesn’t fade, and neither does the anger, the heartbreak, or the questions left unanswered. As they navigate stolen glances, tense conversations, and the undeniable pull between them, they’re forced to face the truth: Some things were never meant to be left behind.

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“Do we really have to go to this fookin’ thing, luv?” Arthur asks, turning to Linda as she steps closer to fix his tie.

She smiles, her fingers moving gently as she adjusts it, her gaze lingering on him in his perfectly tailored, deep navy suit. “Yes, Arthur. I want to go out, and I want to go there,” she says, cupping his cheek and giving him a little kiss. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll end up loving it.” She smiles and moves away to finish getting ready.

Arthur huffs, rolling his eyes, though there’s a hint of playfulness in them. “Alright, luv. Just for you, I’ll go,” he says as he steps behind her, his hands settling on her hips. He nuzzles against her neck, closing his eyes as he inhales her sweet scent. “Though, I do have a better idea for how we could spend the night… but alright,” he says this with a twinkle in his eye, but Linda only shakes her head playfully and steps away, refusing to give in to his attempts to stay home.

“Who’s performing there anyway?” He asks, glancing over her things on the vanity, his gaze flickering back to her with a smile. 

“Does it matter? You already decided you’ll hate it, so it doesn’t really matter, does it?” she replies, her voice light, as she grabs her purse.

He shrugs, straightening up from when he was leaning on the vanity and coming closer to her: “Not really, but I’m still curious.” 

“Ready?” She asks, moving toward the door.

“Ya know, you could give me a kiss, woman… before we go?” He says, stepping in front of her, placing his hands on her hips. “I deserve it, eh?” He asks in a lower voice, a smirk playing on his lips as he looks at her.

She smiles and cups his cheeks, giving him a soft, loving kiss that leaves him momentarily speechless, his smirk softening. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.

“Ready now?” She smirks.

“Alright luv, let’s go.” He says, biting his lip a bit, gently leading her to the car.

“Backstage—unlike before your past performances—you pace slowly across the wooden floorboards, your dazzling clothes rustling against your figure. The expensive perfume surrounds you in its usual comforting scent, yet this time, it does nothing to soothe the turmoil inside you.”

Why are you even here? What are you doing? Is this a mistake—one that will only tear open wounds that never fully healed?”

But it’s too late to back out now. You’re up, and you’re about to perform in the city that once felt like home, the city where you left your greatest love behind. 

You get lost in thought again, a small smile tugging at your lips as if trying to soothe yourself. He’d never come to a performance like this. He always hated this kind of music. Besides, why would he? Especially if he saw you. Would he even want to see you after what you did to him, to both of you?

Your fingers tap lightly against the cool surface of the vanity, grounding you for just a moment before you adjust your hair and straighten up, forcing yourself back into focus. Confidence, control. Then, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“You okay?”

You see your friend in the mirror, a trusted dancer you’ve spent the past few years performing with. She moves around the room, grabbing the last of her accessories, her outfit shimmering with each step. Her gaze lingers on you, sensing something is off.

“I’m okay,” you say as you glance over your dress one more time and offer her a small smile. “Just a bit nervous to perform in front of a completely new audience.”

Your cue could come at any moment now.

The lights dim and the music becomes less loud as the wait for the final performance begins, and Arthur uses that opportunity for his own needs. He leans over to Linda, his voice low but his tone easy going.  

“Gotta go take a piss, love,” he mutters, giving her a little smile before rising up from his seat.

 Linda looks at him, arching an eyebrow. She’s used to his bluntness by now, but the sudden interruption doesn’t sit well with her. She watches him leave, an edge of irritation flickering in her eyes, but she says nothing. 

Arthur disappears into the crowd weaving his way towards the back as the minutes to the final performance tick by.

And soon enough, the wait is over. The curtains slowly open, revealing the excited audience that greets you with an applause. 

As you step toward the microphone the reflectors blind you for a moment, but you scan the crowd, almost instinctively. The atmosphere is almost dreamlike, the deep red curtains and soft glow of the bar, the rich wooden floors and glints of shimmering fabrics all come together to create the perfect atmosphere for your performance. 

You greet the crowd with a warm smile, delighted by their enthusiasm to see a new performer in their town. As you step to the microphone one thought crosses your mind: He’s not here. Relief washes over you, loosening the tightness in your chest. But deep down, there’s something else. A feeling of disappointment? A feeling you shouldn’t have, because seeing him would only make things worse… right?

Meanwhile, Arthur finds himself in greater need of another drink than to return to his seat. He waits at the bar, the distant hum of music and conversation filling his ears. Though, a strange pull tugs at him—something urging him toward the stage, toward that final performance. But by the time he finally gets his drink and starts making his way back to Linda, twenty minutes have already slipped by.

Arthur moves through the dimly lit bar, the voices and distinct sounds of glasses clicking blending in with the melody of the performance. He’s relaxed as Arthur Shelby could be, his mind not focused on anything in particular—just getting back to his seat and enjoying the drink. But the moment he passes the standing crowd his gaze flickers to the stage. Just a quick glance, a habit. 

And then he sees you. 

At first it doesn’t register. His eyes shift back in front of him as he moves forward between the rows but then something inside him snaps, his breath catches, his grip tightens around the glass in his hand, and before he can stop himself, his gaze shoots back up. 

It’s you. 

Standing beneath the soft glow of the stage lights, your voice smooth and haunting as it carries through the room. The deep red curtains frame you like a painting, sequins catching the light as you move. And just as his brain stutters to catch up with what his eyes are seeing, the words that leave your lips hit him like a ton of bricks; suddenly, every lyric feels like it's meant for them.

Arthur freezes. The sound of your voice, the weight of the words—it all crashes into him at once, squeezing his chest so tightly he can barely breathe. He forces his feet forward, slower now, like he’s moving through water. He has to sit down. He has to keep his head down. He has to not feel what he’s feeling.

As you sing, the music carrying you, you sway gently on the stage, pouring your heart out into the song, the lyrics only bringing you more pain as the images of the past come rushing in like never before. And when you open your eyes, a moving figure between the seated audience catches your eye, and when you focus your voice almost cracks… it’s not possible… how? It can’t be him, you try to do anything to calm the inner turmoil that clawed at you in a second, but nothing can help you now. 

By the time Arthur reaches his seat he feels like he’s gonna explode, the glass in his hand clenched so hard it might break. He keeps his gaze down, he can’t look at you, he can’t… 

He exhales shaky, his leg bouncing under the table as Linda shoots him a glance, furrowing her brows but returns her attention to the performance without a word. 

Arthur keeps his gaze down, but the words linger in the air, seeping into his skin. And as the performance nears its end, no matter how hard he tries—he can’t stop himself.

His head lifts.

Just for a second.

But it’s enough.

Because the moment your eyes meet, the world stops.

The music, the murmurs of the crowd, all of it fades into the background. It’s just you and him. The past and the present colliding in a single, breathless second.

Your voice falters, just barely, a crack in the melody that only the most attentive listener would catch. But Arthur hears it. He feels it. The rawness in your voice, the way your eyes widen, glistening under the lights, like you’re fighting against the weight of a thousand memories threatening to pull you under.

His fingers tighten around the glass, his breathing shallow. He should look away. He needs to look away. But he doesn’t.

Because for the first time in years, he sees it—clear as day, written across your face, shining in your eyes.

You never moved on either.

A sharp sting burns behind your eyes, but you refuse to let the tears fall. Not now. Not here. You force yourself to push through the last lines of the song, but every word feels heavier, each note like an unspoken plea.

And Arthur just sits there, staring, caught between the past he lost and the present he never expected.

Then the song ends. The spell shatters. The audience erupts into applause.

You keep your gaze on his for a moment, your hands trembling, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The host takes the stage and you disappear behind the curtains. 

Arthur exhales, his grip loosening just enough to keep the glass from slipping through his fingers.

Linda claps beside him but he doesn’t move. He can’t.

Because in that fleeting moment, in the depths of your eyes, he saw everything.

And now, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to forget it.

My rambling now: This is an idea I had for a long time and I finally decided to post it because... why not? I got it while listening to Lana (you can't tell, right? haha) I hope you liked it and that the idea is clear because explaining what I imagine is damn hard lol!

Thank you so much for reading! And don't be shy to share your thoughts <3

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi mouse! Been a fan of your writing. (I love it) uh could you do one with the sve bachelor/bachelorettes (+krobus, if it isn’t too much work) reacting to a farmer w/ really long har, but they put it up all the time.

Hope you are having a very good day :)

Hey hey 👋

Thank you, dear anon, for your ask! Glad you liked my silly headcanons ☺️ Enjoy some more, and have a wonderful day as well!

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SVE bachelors:

Lance:

Pretty, long hair... that definitely needs a lot of attention. Especially considering that when traveling, hair that's not in a bun can sometimes get tangled in bush branches or even distracting in battle. If Farmers are having some trouble caring for their curls, Lance has a recipe for a magical (and safe) gel to share. Hmm? Why the surprise? Of course he cares about his appearance and uses gel - how else do you think he managed to make his hair look spiky and elegant? But it has a practical application as well - this gel keeps his hair from getting wet and protects it from fire. Very useful stuff, Lance recommends it.

Victor:

Wow, Farmer must have been growing their hair for a long time, because it was already up to their knees! Victor is a little surprised that they had the patience to take care of their hair. At a younger age, the spaghetti lover once tried to find his style and let his hair down to his shoulders, but problems in taking care of it + comments from his mom that it looked untidy forced him to get a short haircut. He's not really complaining - he likes the short haircut better. The long hairstyle definitely suits Farmer, but Victor wonders how much time they spend taming their wavy curls.

Magnus Rasmodius:

"I suggest you tie your hair in a braid so nothing falls into my cauldron." No, Magnus is serious - if even a single hair from Farmer's head falls into his bubbling cauldron, the tower will have to scrape off the magical slop for a long time to come. The old wizard doesn't pay too much attention to the length of Farmer's hair, leaving his friend/apprentice to decide for themself what hairstyle they want. Though he can recommend a specially prepared potion to keep even the most unruly locks groomed. Yes, Magnus has such a potion, because he uses it for his head hair. And his beard hair.

SVE bachelorettes:

Claire:

Claire also has long hair, which she gathers into a bun every day. Not as long as Farmer's, but the cashier understands her friend well when they sometimes complain about the tangled clumps of hair. That said, Claire has to point out that Farmer does a good job: they always have strong, shiny curls, with no split ends. When she gets a chance to chat with a Farmer, she'll be sure to ask them what shampoo/conditioner they use, or if they have any hair care secrets. Because her hair has been unruly and dry lately. Maybe because of Joja meals?

Sophia:

Farmer's hair is the most beautiful hair Sophia has ever seen! The long, shiny, slightly curly locks that hung down to Farmer's navel are just a dream for various beautiful hairstyles! Although Sophia realizes that, considering how much time she spends on her own pink hair, Farmer definitely needs to get up early to tidy their locks. If Farmer doesn't mind, Sophia would like to try practicing the beautiful braids that Haley taught her to do. She can braid their hair with pretty ribbons or flowers, whichever they prefer.

Olivia:

Olivia had similarly long hair when she was younger, so she knows that sometimes it can take an hour (or even more) to care for her hair. Even now with her short, above-the-shoulder hair, Olivia can spend a lot of time on it, just like Farmer spends grooming their long locks. But how many possible options for beautiful seasonal hairstyles! Farmer is sure to look great with long hair, whether on a normal day or at the festivals. If anything, let Farmer ask her and she will recommend the best lotions and masks to keep their hair healthy and beautiful.

Scarlett:

So cool! Farmer's hair is so soft to touch and shiny... On the one hand, Scarlett is a bit jealous, because Farmer can do such complicated and beautiful hairstyles with flowers and so (Sophia often showed her pictures). On the other hand, the girl knows that she wouldn't want to have such length of hair, considering how much time and effort is spent on its care. Maybe somewhere up to her shoulders, yeah, but not like that. Different people, different tastes.

Bonus SDV Krobus:

That "hair" is a pretty unusual thing, at least for shadow people who don't have anything like that. So they grow on human's heads? And it's been like that all their lives? So strange. Krobus would like to ask more questions about Farmer's hair, but he's a little afraid of offending their friend by asking, because What if it's considered unacceptable or offensive among humans? But it looks quite beautiful, especially when Farmer tied their hair into long braids. Though it's a little unclear to Krobus why the Farmer leaves their hair so long if it's taking a lot of time to maintain?

[lou-struck]

Halloween Declassified

Kotaro Bokuto  x reader

Flufftober Day 11: Declassified

W.C. 2.5k

-After much prying you finally find out what happened to Bokuto at his Halloween practice two years ago.

Warnings: Mention of bare body parts, traumatizing young children for comedy, slightly suggestive behavior, use of the word sexy when describing halloween costumes. Almost nude bodies, elder abuse if you squint, scarring unnamed elementary schoolers for the polt.

"What do you think of this one?" Your boyfriend Kotaro Bokuto asks, rolling over in bed to flash his bright phone screen in your face. The two of you have been scrolling in the comfort of your bed, searching for a costume he could wear to this year's Halloween practice. "I think we have a winner."

"Let's see," you squint to readjust to his way brighter screen to see what kind of flashy, hopeful, functional costume has caught the wing spikers' attention. "Kou, are you sure you want to go with an inflatable T-Rex costume? I don't think you'll be able to move very well in that. And those suits can't get really warm, especially if you're in a gym."

" Ahhhh darn you, you beautiful voice of reason." he cries dramatically. Although he is upset that this costume is a no-go, he is growing increasingly thankful that you were there to help him plan this year. 

After two years of terrible costume malfunctions, his team manager told him that if he doesn't come to practice wearing an appropriate costume with a 0% chance of ripping or worse, he wouldn't be allowed to participate.

Your limbs are tangled together under the cool sheets as the large man decides that the costumes you are looking at on your phone are much more interesting. "Whatcha lookin' at?" he asks, blinking his owlish eyes up at you innocently. 

"The Costume shop's website to see if they have anything that looks cool." you hum, showing him the men's costume section. 

"Oh, what about that sexy ghostface costume?" he says, pointing to the Tumblr-coded, masked killer costume, complete with a model whose glistening abs peak through the stylish slits in the black robe. "After practice, maybe we could use that for laterrrr?" he wiggles his eyes at you seductively, but you just slide to the next costume.

"As cool as that looks, you won't be able to see in that mask," you say, much to your mutual disappointment. "Not to mention you're gonna trip all over that robe. Let's try something else a little more functional."

"Fine," he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why do you have to be so smart and helpful all the time?"

"I love you too," you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, effectively pulling him out of his little mood so you can get this costume ordered before next Halloween. But as you return to scrolling, there is something lingering in the back of your mind as you scan costume after costume. 

What was he wearing two years ago when the unspeakable incident occurred?

The question has teased and tormented you for almost two years now. Bokuto has been silent on it, and out of respect for him, his teammates have been sworn to secrecy. 

You have thought long and hard about what has happened and have determined that it is more than just a simple wardrobe malfunction. Kotaro has had several over the years and usually laughs them off like when he split the skeleton-printed leggings, he wore last year in two. 

Not knowing is killing you, but you love your boyfriend, and you want him to open up about it on his own time without your interference. To distract yourself, you return to scrolling with one hand and play with his hair with the other. 

"Hey, Baby?" he asks suddenly, picking up on your quietness. "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing," you lie, "just tired today, I guess."

"Awe, come on, I know you way better than that." he says, nudging you with his elbow," talk to meeeee."

Fueled by his whining, you take a breath. "What happened to you at that Halloween practice two years ago?" His face immediately turns bright red, and his gaze flickers to the floor. You expect him to change the subject like he's done in the past, but his answer surprises you. 

"Do you really want to know?"

"I do," you say, and he slowly gets to his feet. And walks out of the room and into your bedroom closet, of all places. You watch as he gets to his knees and slides a black cardboard box out from behind his dress shirts. Flipping over the lid, he removes what looks to be a single DVD. He holds it carefully, as if it is about to explode, and looks at you with eyes full of worry.

"If I show you this, you have to promise me something," he says hesitantly. 

The distress written on his usually cheery features makes you pause, "what is it?"

"Promise me you won't break up with me."

"I'm not going anywhere," you say, and he nods, gently taking the disc out of its case and sliding it into the DVD player. The screen comes to life as you sit down on the couch.  

The orange head of Shoyo Hinata springs onto the screen, and you realize that this is one of the old vlogs the Jackals used to make for their social media page. 

Clearly, he wasn't put in charge of the camera very often for a reason, he is far too energetic, and the camera shakes so much that you can't even see his costume clearly until he sets the camera down on to the practice bench and shows off his werewolf costume, The ripped, cutoff jeans we were wearing makes you cringe a bit, practicing in those cannot be comfortable. 

As more players arrive to the gym, Shoyo leads the viewers through their introductions and has each one show their costumes to the screen, but it is hard to pay attention, not when Kotaro sits stiffly next to you, waiting for the inevitable. 

Soon, he appears on the screen, wearing a skintight leather catsuit you know he doesn't own anymore. "Awe, Kou, you were dressed as a kitten?" You ask, turning to him curiously.

"I was a cat burglar," he admits sheepishly. But you really don't know why he is so embarrassed. This is far more covered up than some of his other costumes. If anything, he looks pretty damn good in the suit.

You tell him such, but he just shakes his head, "Keep watching."

And you do, suddenly Shoyo grabs the camera from the bench and goes to introduce some very special guests at the court. A class of elementary schoolers was led through a tour of the stadium with their chaperone, Sister Maria, a sweet-faced elderly nun.

Oh great… Children and an actual Nun, what could possibly go wrong?' you think to yourself. 

The vlog continues, and your boyfriend fast-forwards through it, not wanting to suffer any longer than necessary. Watching a dozen players warm up and do run drills until they finally start to play a scrimmage at 6x speed is unbelievably funny. 

At a water break, the playback speed slows to normal, and you see him reappear on the screen. In the catsuit, he is sweating buckets, but he looks happy. "Someone pass me the water," he gasps as a training assistant presses one in his sweaty hand. "Man, it's hot in here."

"Bokuto, you are sweating like a pig," Sakusa says, wrinkling his nose in disgust. You notice that he is the only one in the gym not wearing a costume. 

"No, I'm just glistening," he jokes, earning a laugh from the kids watching the practice. "What do you think y/n will say when they see my super cool costume???"

"You are so cool, Bokuto," Hinata gushes. "I'm sure they will love it."

"Thank man," he grins, patting his friend on the back. When he sets his now empty water bottle down onto the bench. He looks into the camera and winks. "Hey hey hey, guess who's gotta pee?" He walks back toward the bathroom, and the vlog resumes the water break segment. 

Glancing at your boyfriend, his nervous expression tells you that the incident will be occurring soon. Back on the screen, you notice that he has not returned from the bathroom yet. After a few minutes, Meian grows concerned and turns to Atsumu in his superhero costume. "Can you go check on Bokuto? We need to get back to the match."

"Sure thing," the setter says, jogging away. 

In real time, Bokuto starts to fast forward again and you notice that he has still not come back from the bathroom yet. You watch at triple speed as Meian sends Kiyoomi and then Hinata to check on him. The latter of which decides to take the camera with him…

The speed returns to normal, and now that the camera is no longer inside the echoing gym, you can clearly hear the sound of yelling through the empty halls.

Even though Shoyo's hand is covering the speaker you know that scream belongs to your boyfriend. The camera wobbles as the shorter man begins to run. Meanwhile, Kotato's hands dig nervously into the couch cushions. 

Two sets of eyes are fixed on the screen as the screaming gets louder and louder the closer the camera gets to the locker room. Shoyo reaches out to open the door when suddenly it flies open to reveal both Atsumu and Kiyoomi trying desperately to help a wiggling Cat Burgular Bokuto out of his costume. 

His face is twisted in pain as the Ginger asks the question on the forefront of your mind "What the heck is going on right now?

"Zipper's stuck," he cries. "And I really have to pee. I feel like I'm gonna die here.

"That's what ya get for chugging all that water," Atsumu says with a snort.

"This is disgusting; why are you so slimy?" The black-haired man gags, holding the suit like it is a soiled rag.

Bokuto's face turns white as a sheet. And he says to his friends… "Guys, I don't think I just have to pee anymore."

"You mean like a number two?" Hinata says, still holding the camera for some reason.

"Hey, why is he still recording this?" you ask your boyfriend, "I feel like that is breaking a few privacy rules shooting in the locker room."

"There's a reason why we don't make vlogs anymore," he mutters. And you watch back to the screen. 

"Stop pulling it, Miya," Sakura scolds frantically. "It's gonna rip."

"M' tryin', but the damn zipper won't budge, and if this thing blows, I don't wanna be a part of this mess."

"Guys just rip it off. I don't care anymore," he yells, looking more distressed than you have ever seen him look. Clearly, this is concerning his teammates, too, and both men start to tug furiously at the elastic costume. It stretches in some places and pulls in the others like some kind of cursed straight jacket.

"God, it's stuck to him like glue," Hinata says, still recording for the plot.

"It's sweat," Sakusa says, wrinkling his nose in disgust, and you have to give him credit; although he looks like he is about to barf, the clean freak athlete is still trying to help his friend. 

They continue to struggle and tug at the costume until Asumu manages to free Bokuto's arms from the dark confines. "It's rippin'," the faux blonde man sighs in relief, and they tug at the outfit with newfound strength. 

Suddenly, the costume rips in two, and Kotatro stumbles forward, the momentum sending him past Hinata and pushing through the locker room door, crashing into a concerned-looking sister, Maria, who just happened to be wandering by.

When the nearly naked man lands on top of the nun, she lets out a terrified scream.

And that's not even the worst part. The second your boyfriend hits the ground, his body involuntarily lets out the longest fart you have ever heard. And his features twist from discomfort to relief.  "Oh, thank god, it was just gas." he sighs, but the second he realizes the predicament he is in, his face falls, and he gets off the nun as quickly as he can. 

"Sister Maria!" a child screams in horror, watching the athletes try to help the elderly woman up while also trying to hang on to his shredded clothing.

"What have you done to our teacher?" another cries as Meian bursts into the hallway. Looking around at the odd scene in front of him.  He immediately springs forward and helps the fallen woman, who is now blushing furiously. 

The Captain's eyes snap to Hinata. "What are you doing over there? Turn that camera off and help." The screen goes dark, and you stare at your boyfriend's reflection in the darkened TV screen in stunned silence. 

"So…What do you think?" he asks nervously.

"Was. was the nun okay?" you mumble out as your brain tries to comprehend what exactly you just watched. 

"She was a bit shaken up about the whole thing, but the kids were the ones freaking out," he says, fiddling with his fingers. "I keep waiting for the day they bill me for their therapy appointments."

You nod, but I doubt it will ever get that far. The situation may have been embarrassing for him, but the story overall was wildly entertaining. 

Out of every way this could've gone, tackling a nun and letting one rip was nowhere closer to where this story was heading. 

"So…Do you hate me now?" he asks, and he has this sort of raw seriousness on his face that makes your heartache. 

"Of course not," you laugh quickly, placing your hand over his own. "I'd never hate you. But I don't really understand why you didn't think you could talk to me about this."

He takes a deep breath and meets your gaze, "I was worried that you would just see me as the loud guy who just messes things up. You deserve to be with the guy who's got it all going on, not the guy who traumatizes children."

You pause for a moment and regard his words carefully. Kotaro Bokuto is many things; he's kind, funny, and extremely loyal. He is driven and knows exactly what he wants to do in his life. He is anything but a screw-up, especially to you. 

True, he will never win a round of jeopardy, and sometimes, he leaves the toilet seat up in the middle of the night, but he is a light in your life that you never want to live without. 

"I love you." you say at last, pressing a soft kiss to his fidgeting hands, "And there is nothing that you could do that would make me stop. Even if you manage to horrify a whole generation of children with your malfunctions."

The change in his demeanor is instant and he perks up like a golden retriever getting offered a treat. He places his hand on his heart and exhales boisterously. "Man, it feels good to get that off my chest. Thanks for that babe." 

"Anytime," you chuckle as he peppers your face with eager, thankful kisses.

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @ambiguouslady42

[untildawnss]

sfw/nsfw ( either! ) Ud boys with a grunge/goth reader? 🫶🩷

okay, i've seen some goth! reader, so i'm gonna do (mostly fem) grunge-ish reader, some slight nsfw

i tried my best lmao

chris

kind of intimidated at first because he thinks you look way too cool for him

starts listening to your favourite songs and will buy albums to listen to with you in his car because you know that boy has a CD player in there for the vibes

will try to match your vibe, dyes his hair dark brown or black because he thinks blond looks too soft, hates it and then shaves it all off

will try the style for a few weeks but feels like it doesn't suit him and goes back to his regular style

will get a matching piercing with you, probably an industrial or conch

starts painting his nails because he thinks it's fun

really likes when you leave a lipstick trail on him, anywhere

josh

calls you emo all the time to annoy you

will buy shirts he thinks you'd like "for himself" because he hopes you'll wear them

will probably get tattoos with you and pretends to be in sooo much pain so you'll hold his hand

really loves when you do elaborate make up looks, especially with dark lipstick

gets his tongue pierced because he read somewhere that it feels nice during oral

the outfit stays on during sex, he's a sucker for thigh highs and ripping tights, loves when your make up is smudged after, he thinks its's so hot

matt

thinks it's super fun to be the jock dating an alt girlie, feels like he's in a romcom

(he definitely has older sisters) quality time for him is hanging out with you watching movies or listening to music and he'll be painting your nails, doing your make up or hair and then having you give him marks out of 10

will take you to concerts, even if he isn't super into the music, will insist you sit on his shoulders if you can only barely see the stage

has a lot of fun finding cool new jewellery for you, especially chokers because he's super into them

loves when you wear the chokers he buys you during sex

mike

is definitely into the same music you are into and knows bands you haven't heard of

makes you mixtapes and spotify playlists

has a guitar and sings, sometimes plays your favourite songs for you, might try to write a song for you

is actually the one stealing your clothes sometimes because he thinks it's funny when you complain that he has the same exact shirt in his closet

calls you the grunch if you wear something green

has tattooed himself and will tattoo you if you let him

probably (like josh) also super into you wearing thigh highs and boots in bed

will blast music during sex and try to match the beat sometimes

[the-ninjago-historian]

Ninjago Remastered Designs!

THEY'RE DONE! After months of work!!! They are DOOOOOOOOOOONE. WOOOOOOOOOOO! Lol! Welp, these are my Ninjago designs! Basically, this is my take on the Ninja if they were in a 2d animated cartoon! And yes! I will be drawing more characters. Tumblr butchered the quality, so close ups and design notes are below the cut. They're pretty detailed, so I highly recommend checking them out. Feel free to ask questions about the designs! ⬇️⬇️⬇️ - ✒️🐉

When designing these outfits, I tried to take inspiration from the ones in the show. And in terms of art style, drew inspiration from early 2000s cartoons, (Action Adventure ones specifically,) Anime inspired shows, and even a hint of traditional Disney animation. And while I designed them with a 2d cartoon in mind, most of the designs would most likely have to be simplified for them to be used in animation. So let's get started!

Kai: Kai was a pretty fun to work with. I actually didn't plan on giving him a sleeveless outfit. But it happened! And I like it! If you'll notice, the flame pattern on his vest mirrors the pattern on his sister Nya's outfit. I thought that would be a cool detail to include. It was inspired by their March of The Oni outfits. I also made sure to include his scar and bandaid. And gave him reddish brown eyes to signify his elemental power. Him and sister I imagine being Brazilian/Taiwanese. So I hope I captured their ethnicity properly. I'm pretty happy with this design. Especially his hair, which was hard to replicate.

Jay: Jay was a hard one for sure. I wasn't too sure how to vamp up his outfit. So I started by giving him some lightning patterns on his Gi. (At least I think that's what it's called?) And I decided to make it look a little baggy and soft. It just seemed to suit him. I tried something a little more form fitting and didn't look right. Also! A fun detail I included was his half the Yin Yang pendent around his neck! And of course Nya has her half. I imagine him having Irish ancestry, so I gave him pale, freckled skin. And gorgeous curly red hair. (As a fellow red head, I'm very proud.) Overall, I think he turned out pretty adorable. And his face is spot on.

Nya: Nya I pretty much got right on the first try! I just had a really clear vision of her in my head. I gave her a grey outfit with bright, vibrant blue details. The pattern on her Gi is inspired by Koi Scales. And she has her half of the Yin Yang pendent around her neck. I really like this one, because while it is simple, it's beautiful. And I think it reflects her element nicely. The only thing I missed was to give her a symbol like the rest. But overall, I love it! One more thing is that I wanted to give her and Pixal different hair. So when I finally release my Pixal design, you'll see that while they both have ponytails, I gave them different cut and styled ones. Should be neat!

Zane: Zane was the first one of the Ninjas I redesigned! I love how he turned out. I tried to give him a splintered ice effect on his outfit inspired by his Core minifigure and gave him his faithful falcon companion. Falcon has his old greyish purple feathers, but blue icy eyes to match his owner. I also wanted to give Zane flowing sleeves, that would look very majestic waving about in a blizzard wind. He is also incredibly tall. Taller than Cole even! I was inspired by the giant humanoid robots I'd seen in movies. In his cloaking disguise, I imagine him looking German. With blond hair, blue eyes, and light skin. I also like to think Dr Julian was German. (Was this influenced by my German ancestry? Who knows?)

Cole: You would not believe how many times I had to redraw this man's face. Haha! I just could find that sweet spot! That face that perfectly encapsulated his strong, but gentle personality. But I think I did it! His outfit is based on his Oni Trilogy Gi, with orange detailing. And he has his Island ponytail and bandana. I absolutely loved that hair style on him. So I had to use it! And if you'll notice, he has a beautiful tattoo on his right arm, with his symbol in the center. I imagine him being half Maori, from his mother's side. And the tattoo was inspired by Maori tattoos I saw pictures of. I'm not too sure how accurate those images were. But hopefully I hit the mark.

Lloyd: Finally! Our green Ninja Lloyd! His outfit was inspired by two things. Dragons, and his outfit from the Secrets of Forbidden Spinjitsu seasons. I gave him a beautiful golden dragon and cloud pattern on his clothes, a leather arm guard, and shoulder pads. If you look closer, you'll also see he has cat-like dragon eyes which pays homage to his dragon and Oni heritage. I like to think that depending on his emotions, his eyes will go from slits, to big and wide. So they are good indicators for his mood. I also imagine him being Japanese. But his powers give him his classic blond hair and green eyes. I'm very happy with this design. His hair, eyes, and face all look exactly how I see him in my head.

Well, that's all. I hope you enjoyed these designs and notes! I assure you, you will see more of the them.

Bye! - ✒️🐉

[zankydraws]

You got any Wekiddy headcannons? Especially for MJ?

idk if these count as hcs or not but I might have some!

MJ 182: - he's a shapeshifting alien. idk what his true form would be yet but I want to draw it someday, I'd go with some sort of anthro reptile/shark mix probably - a bit of an asshole, likes to cause problems on purpose (his main goal is pissing off El Cool P) - loves pop-punk (bruh MJ makes me wish there was an actual pop-punk version of Incredibox where he's the main character..) - he thinks Xenomorph is a hottie.. (dfkgjhdfks) - I like to think he's a good artist, specifically good at spray painting (and he uses his talent to destroy public property or El Cool P's belongings) - definitely the most rebellious guy in the group - hates to dress up - can and will bite people (mostly Cool P)

El Cool P: - huge ego. absolutely massive - probably commits crimes (loves arson) - idk there's something wrong with him - would do good stuff for people (like giving money to charity) just to make himself feel better and make people love him more - uses his good looks and charm to his advantage - if he wants something, he WILL get it - probably has tons of merch with his own stupid face on it (he owns an El Cool Shirt and an El Cool Plushie for sure) - owns like millions of suits (and matching bucket hats) - argues with MJ all the time - a terrible driver (don't get into a car with him) (how did he even get a driving license?)

KC Glow: - precious baby boy, an absolute angel - looooong sleeves - does the excited flappy hand thing a lot - can actually glow in the dark, somehow - has freckles! - you could probably pick him up and carry him around and he would be chill about it

ASAP Bee: - looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you - loves bees, they are his best buddies - probably stores bees in his fanny pack - if you hurt/kill a bee, he will beat the shit out of you - seriously don't mess with him and his bee friends - loves bee memes, puns and everything bee related - owns a machine gun (this one is ridiclous but some people call him a machine gun guy and it made me think that it would be funny if he actually owned a gun. so don't mess with his bees unless you want a bullet in your butt) - absolutely loves honey, he's obsessed with it, always carries a bottle/jar of honey around

Big Duke: - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll - a very chill and nice guy - always ready to help! - I like to think he's a little chubby - short king

Swingy: - works out a lot, he's very fit and pretty strong - I talked about this some time ago but he gives me the 80's fitness instructor vibes so he can probably teach people how to work out properly and dance - kinda stupid but he's very nice! :D - loves food and eats all the time - likes his hair a lot and doesn't want anyone touching it - generally likes to look pretty

Blue GT: - kind of a bitch - has heterochromia (I drew him with different eye colors once and loved the idea a lot lol) - he's sooo tired of hearing MJ and Cool P argue ("just kill each other already") - he just wants to be left alone - wears turtlenecks and rings - has to look fabulous at all times - loves coffee

Memphis: - doesn't want to get in trouble but somehow always ends up getting in trouble because of MJ or Cool P (because they are assholes) (Mephis still likes to spend time with his buddies tho, even if it doesn't always end up being good for him) - his hair is extremely floofy and soft, it's unbelievable - he seems a little shy to me..

and that's all I guess.. I don't really have any headcanons for the other dudes, but I might come up with something someday

[messrmoonyy]

Touch me gently

Tess Servopoulos x Joel’s daughter!reader

Prompt ( summarised ) - Joel’s daughter reader who is in love with/ secretly dating Tess. Reader is a virgin and it’s their first Time, possibly AU. Also paired with a similar request from devnmon: ‘ okay so hear me out: mom’s best friend!tess taking your virginity uhm… 🧎‍♀️’

A/N- first off. To clarify. Readers age is not exactly specified but they are 20+. Original promoter asked for reader to be 18 and that felt too icky for me. But yk. It’s self insert. Do what you will, but it is mentioned that reader is an adult and somewhere in their 20s. Anyways. I was actually happy to have this change for some gentle smut. You guys just wanna get fuckin body slammed by her, let her be soft! 😭💀 I twisted the prompt around quite a bit honestly. But. Here we are. This is a no outbreak au. Only proof read once.

Warnings- 18+ || implied age gap, Virgin/inexperienced reader, and the awkwardness that comes with it, smut: oral ( r receiving), fingering ( t and r receiving ) /mutual masterbation

Word count- 6.8k

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated/ encouraged <3

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You’d never really thought you’d be one for keeping secrets. Especially from Joel. As far as father-daughter bonds went, you liked to think yours was pretty damn strong. Your mother had left you before your baby brain could even attempt to form memories, so all you’d ever known was Joel. And you were quite content with that. You were incredibly close.

So there was never a reason to keep secrets. Not until she turned up.

Tess.

Tess had shown up one random Wednesday in the middle of June. You’d looked an absolute sight. The sweltering Texas summer was settling in and you were sat in front of an electric fan, Joel’s old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts your choice of attire, hair scraped off your face as much as possible. Very much not expecting company any time soon and just trying to remember a time when you were cool, and not melting your face off.

And then Joel had come home, early rather than late for once, with her in tow.

You’d actually been a little shell shocked. Even now though you still weren’t entirely certain if it was because she was looking at you whilst you looked like some feral dog that had just been plucked from a pet shelter, or because you were quite certain you fell in love on sight. Maybe it was both.

It was probably both.

She looked a little out of place in your cosy, sickeningly Texan home. In her neat pant suit. All tailored lines and somehow not even breaking a sweat. You didn’t think you or Joel had ever owned anything that… crisp. You had come to learn over the time of knowing her that that was purely a work look, and she was just as rugged and down to earth as you and Joel were. But still. In the moment… she was like a shiny new Penny. And you were a magpie with its eyes locked on the glimmering thing from a distance.

“ this is my daughter, who I told you about. Kiddo come say hi. This is Tess “ you were pretty sure it’d taken you a little longer than socially acceptable to move, very much staring. Jaw slightly agape “ hello? Anyone home? “ you’d scrambled to your feet and made some attempt to look a little more presentable.

He’d explained how she had moved in across the street, and he had offered to price up some work for her. You could barely string a sentence together to properly introduce yourself. You’d never seen anyone like her. All sharp features that almost bordered on being harsh, but her eyes were soft. Warm. And they were looking right back at you.

Joel and her had become friends pretty quickly. In fact you’d teased him at first for having a crush on her, even if it did sound a little bitter from time to time. Because you had a crush on her. A really fucking big one. And wouldn’t that just be a kick in the teeth if your dad started dating her? You’d be like something out of one of those crappy books youd read. Falling in love with your… would she be your stepmom? You did not want to be thinking about that.

At all.

But thankfully it turns out that even if Joel did have a little something for her, it was well and truly pointless.

“ She’s not exactly into.. my type “ he’d said when you’d subtly tried to bring it up as you sat ready for a movie night one time.

“ contractors? “

“ yeah. She’s got this god damned grudge against contractors “ he’d said with a mock look of seriousness before laughing and swatting your arm playfully “ no. She ain’t into guys. That’s why she’s moved here, divorced her wife. Last year. Wants a new start and all that- are you gonna make that popcorn or not? “

And that had really set things in motion.

It was like you’d been permanently stood at a red light since she’d arrived, engine revving and ready to speed forward and see if you were delusional about the way she always looked at you or not. And now? Now it was flashing green, telling you to go.

You’d made every excuse possible to go across the street to her house, tailing after Joel when he started work, eventually popping around on your own accord with cookies or the offer to share some takeout together because Joel was working late.

You couldn’t remember the exact moment it had finally pushed past slightly awkward flirting, some random night 6 months down the line when you’d ended up showing her around your room after she’d turned up at the front door. You were a little tipsy and you regretted ever picking up a glass to this day. Because it had made your brain foggy so that you couldn’t quite remember the exact moment she’d kissed you. Or had you kissed her? Either way it didn’t matter. You’d kissed.

She’d broken it off suddenly, rambling apologies and an excuse to get out of the house- much to your confusion. Then you hadn’t seen her for over a week. Avoiding you completely until you grew bored of it and knocked on her door relentlessly until she’d answered you. Maybe you’d looked a little insane. But what else were you supposed to do?

She’d eventually invited you in and after a mildly awkward discussion- and another kiss- you’d finally come to the agreement that you were both idiots.

That had all been 8 months ago. And now you were sneaking around like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

It felt odd keeping it from your dad. He’d known about every awkward part of your slightly lack lustre love life. From the awkward kiss of your then boyfriend at prom, to the first time you’d kissed a girl, to the hideous break up with said girl on your 21st birthday of all days.

He accepted and listened and understood it all, being the mother you’d never known and the father you had all in one. But something told you he wouldn’t quite understand this one.

She wasn’t all the different in age than he was. Somewhere in her early 40s? He wouldn’t understand it. Not at all. He’d go all ‘protective dad’ mode you knew it. You were grown ass adult yet he still looked at you like you were 13. In his eyes you probably always would be.

You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t risk the highly likely chance that he wouldn’t get it, make it even harder to spend time with her. It could ruin everything. Not just with you and Tess, but with you and him.

You couldn’t put that at risk.

So sneaking around had become the norm for you both. Sometimes you could get away without even needing to make an excuse, when she’d come over to see Joel for one of their beer and card nights with Tommy and she’d excuse herself for a moment and seek you out. Or when Joel was out at work and you go across the road to visit.

It wasn’t ideal. But it was working for the most part. So you weren’t going to mess with the flow.

Even if it didn’t always work out exactly as you wanted. Like the present night. Joel had been lacking in work for most of the week and you’d barely had chance to see Tess, so when he’d finally gotten some work and said he’d be home late you’d jumped at the chance. You’d made some story up about your friend breaking up with her boyfriend, needing you to go over and see her. That you’d probably stay the night.

In reality you’d simply crossed the street when you’d finished work and had been there all evening. She’d clearly missed you as much as you had missed her, she’d barely let go of you since you’d arrived.

You couldn’t actually recall how long you’d been in the current situation, sat in her lap half undressed, lips swollen from how much she had kissed you. Things were progressing a little more than they normally did. Your sundress had been pushed from your upper half, hanging around your waist, and you didn’t even know where you’d thrown her tshirt.

You’d never gone further than that. With her or anyone. You usually made some excuse to stop before she could strip you out of anything else. Any excuse of Joel being home soon, of needing to get home to bed. Anything.

Its not that you didn’t want to. God did you want to. You thought about it constantly. How many times had it been that you’d woken up with your underwear ruined, or found your mind drifting off when it was quiet at work, daydreaming about her with every silent moment you got.

You were just… scared. Because she was older. She knew more. She’d been married for fucks sake, she obviously knew what she was doing. What if you were bad at it? What if she broke up with you the day after because she couldn’t believe how awful you were? It all boiled down to the same situation as it did with Joel. You didn’t want to put what you had in the present at risk.

You’d grown too attached. Too used to having her around. To being with her. You couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that. No matter how badly you wanted it.

She wanted it too. You could tell. Simply from the way one of her hands was fiddling loosely with the back of your bra and the other squeezing softly at the flesh of your ass. She never did anything without asking you first. Would never push you. And you wondered if you finally had the courage to go after what you wanted. You’d already been braver than you thought and something was yelling at you in your head, telling you to stop being so stupid. To go after what you wanted.

But another part was telling you no. Some deep rooted anxiety that it could ruin everything threatening to overwhelm you.

“ are you okay? “ she asked suddenly, pulling you out of your head and lifting her face from where she’d been working at your neck. She’d become quite the expert at leaving trails of love bites just out of the sight of Joel. Always placing them where your shirt would hide them from view. But still in a place you could see them, could trail your fingers over the blossoms of bruises in the mirror and remember how her lips felt.

“ sorry- yeah I just- “ you sighed, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment on your face “ sorry “ Tess frowned and reached up, brushing her fingers across your cheek and tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.

“ want me to stop? You look tired “ you shook your head and ran a hand over your face “ what’re you thinking about? Come on. Tell me “ You debated telling her. Fear of embarrassment looming over your head making it harder to voice your thoughts “ if it’s too much- “

“ no. No. It’s not I just. Look can I tell you something? But you can’t laugh “ she raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“ you can tell me anything. You know that “ you avoided her eyes, tracing your fingers lightly over her collarbones instead and across the faint white mark of a scar. One day you’d ask her how she’d got it.

“ I know you want- want us- well. You know… and I want to as well it’s just. I’ve never like- god this is so embarrassing “ you groaned hiding your face in your hands.

“ ohh “ Tess said softly, clearly all her confusion suddenly vanishing like a mist clearing “ never? “

“ don’t laugh “ you groaned, dropping your face onto her shoulder making her chuckle. She cradled your head with her hand and ran the other lightly up and down your spine, instantly relaxing you.

“ I’m not laughing baby. It’s not a bad thing. Look we don’t have to if you don’t- “

“ no “ you said a little too quickly, lifting your head again. I want to. Just… slow. Yeah? “ her eyes ran over your face for a few moments, clearly looking to see if you were completely certain. So you leaned forward and kissed her, telling her without having to actually say it out loud.

“ only if you’re sure “ she said quietly against your lips, brushing hers against yours.

“ I’m sure “ you whispered.

She gave another small nod and dropped her head again, her lips back on your neck but gentler. Soft, wet, open mouthed kisses across your neck and your chest . Pushing at your bra strap as she went, following the path across your shoulder with her lips. You felt all the anxiety melting away, your bones turning to mush.

Her hands were everywhere, soft and gentle in their exploration as they slid up your back, holding you close against her as she worked at easing you into a completely relaxed state.

You realised that as much as your fear had been prominent only a few moments ago, it was almost nonexistent now. There was still that heavy, anxious weight lingering in your chest. But only barely. Enough that you could ignore it and focus on the stronger emotions, the desire. The lust. The way it felt to know that you were desired. That she lusted for you. That she loved you.

“ can I take this off? “ she asked softly, her hands trailing lightly over the lace material of your bra. She squeezed softly and you were desperate to know what her fingers would feel like without the material in the way.

“ yes “ she removed your dress completely first, pulling it over your head from the spot it had been looked in around your waist. Then her fingers were nimble as she reached around and unhooked the clasp, sliding your bra from your shoulders and dropping it down beside her. Your eyes fell closed again, feeling so incredibly exposed. Vulnerable. But also… safe. Knowing that there wasn’t a single other soul on earth you’d be comfortable sitting there like that with.

“ so beautiful “ Tess whispered, her warm hands cupping your tits in her hands and pressing a kiss to your jaw. It felt strange to feel her hands on you in a place they had never been, squeezing and caressing. Nipples pebbling beneath her fingers as she whispered sweet things in your ear, not really even taking in what she was saying but relaxing at the low hum of her voice.

You felt a little strange being so undressed when she wasn’t. So before your anxiety could overwhelm you, you gingerly reached out for her. Pawing awkwardly at her own bra in some silent request to get her to take it off too.

She got the hint and you felt her smile against your skin, reaching behind her to remove it and adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“ that better? “ she asked and you nodded, reaching out with cautious hands, touching softly. She let you explore, let you touch her, watched you as you looked in awe at the way her nipples hardened under your fingertips. She sat there far more confidently than you were, you silently hoped you’d be that confident in front of her one day.

You were surprised at the way touching her so intimately made you feel. How it made you squirm lightly where you were sat in her lap. She seemed to notice, smiling and sliding her hands around your back to pull you in closer, her lips back on your skin.

Her chest pressing against yours and her lips caressing every inch they could reach, made your own lips part in a blissful sigh. Her skin so soft against yours, burning hot and prickling with desire in every place that your bodies connected. It felt… romantic though too. She wasn’t speaking yet you knew how much she loved you, how deeply she was attempting to show it.

It almost confused you how you could mingle such deep affection with the ever growing presence of you lust for her.

You could hardly sit still, your cunt begging to be touched. The fabric of your underwear offering not even the lightest amount of friction.

And she’d barely done anything to you. You wondered if you should be embarrassed. Or if she’d like it.

She seemed to pick up on your restlessness and she looked up at you again.

“ baby, lie down for me? Let me help you? “ she asked, cupping your face in her hands and peppering kisses across your cheeks. You let her lay you down, hands never leaving you for even a second. Kissing you as you sank into the soft pillows of her bed, the smell of her shampoo and her perfume that lingered in her sheets filling your senses.

She ran her hands across your hips and squeezed softly at your thighs, silently appreciating every part of your body that she could get to. Even though the Summer heat of the day had dissipated now that night had fallen, the room still felt stiflingly hot. Your skin burning in every place that she touched you. Or maybe you were imaging it. You couldn’t tell.

She sat back, taking a moment to look down at you, her eyes trailing slowly along your body. You found you didn’t feel even remotely self conscious now, the things you didn’t like about yourself and usually poured over in the mirror no longer bothered you. Not when she was looking at you like that. Not when she was gazing down at you like you were a piece of art. Looking at you as if you were the moon and the stars combined.

“ so perfect. Look at you “ she said it almost blissfully, like she couldn’t quite believe you were right there in front of her “ you’re so beautiful, did i tell you that? “ you smiled as she leant back over you brushing her lips over yours lightly.

“ you’ve mentioned it once or twice “

“ well do you believe me? “ your silence was her answer “ then I’ll tell you until you do “ your cheeks flushed and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as she kissed you again. You’d never tire of kissing her. Never tire of the feeling of her nose bumping yours, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, the taste of her. You’d kiss her until you were dizzy, desperate for air “ or I can show you? Do you want me to? “

You didn’t need to think about it, simply whispered a yes and felt your heart beat faster in your chest.

She trailed her lips down your chest, between the valley of your breasts stopping for a moment to smother them in kisses too. Her tongue hot and wet as she licked at your nipple before entrapping it between her lips. It sent sparks straight to your already throbbing clit, making you wonder if they’d always been that sensitive. Or if she was just working magic.

“ feels good? “The cool air from her breath against your wet skin sent goosebumps prickling across your chest and she smiled giving the same attention to the other.

“ mhm. Yeah “

She soon continued downwards and across the soft skin of your belly, making you shiver as she reached your underwear, her lips pressing softly just above the cotton material keeping your cunt covered from view. Your heart was pounding in your chest, head racing with ridiculous thoughts of if what you had to offer her was good enough. Pretty enough. Would it look right? Weird? Would she think about how much better her wife’s was?

“ stop panicking “ she said, suddenly moving back up above you “ baby “ she cupped your face in her hand, brushing her thumb across your cheekbone “ we don’t have to do this. I can stop “

“ no. No. I want to. Just nervous “ she gave you a warm smile and nodded before pressing a kiss to your forehead

“ I know. But it’s just me. I’m not gonna hurt you “

“ I know “ she scanned your face with her eyes, reading you in a way you wished you could do to her. Maybe you would with time.

“ just tell me. If you need me to stop. Okay? “

“ yes “ she kissed you again, not moving back down until she felt your tension melting away again. And when she did move back down your body, planting herself between your legs, your bones were mush again. She ran her hands softly along your thighs, goosebumps following in their wake.

“ can see how wet you are “ she said with a smile, your face burning as she brushed her fingers over the soaked cotton. Had you really soaked your panties through? Your face was on fire, but you shivered at the barely there feel of her fingers ghosting over your soaked cunt “ can I take these off baby? “

You nodded embarrassingly quickly but she didn’t say anything, simply hooked her fingers into the material and carefully pulled them down your legs, dropping them onto the floor. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see her reaction as she placed her hands back onto your thighs again.

“ don’t hide from me. Let me see you “ it took you a moment and the gentle coaxing of her fingers on the squishy flesh of your thighs, but she managed to make you move. She pushed your legs apart, another shiver slivering up your spine as the air in the room hit your wetness. She took a sharp intake of breath and you mentally prepared yourself for some Excuse for her to stop. But of course it never came “ Jesus you’re so fuckin wet”

She sounded almost amazed. That it was shocking that you could ever possibly be so aroused by her. Which made you wonder if she was having thoughts just as ridiculous as your own. You still couldn’t open your eyes, so you gasped when your felt her press a soft kiss to the inside of the thigh, lips drawing closer and closer inwards.

“ this okay? “

“ yeah “ it came out as barely a whisper, too focussed on the feel of her lips working at the soft untouched skin of your thighs. Then the cool sensation of her breath fanning over your cunt, your clit throbbing in a way that it never had before. Silently begging for something you couldn’t ask her for. Simply because you didn’t know.

You felt so exposed. Laying there completely bare for her, her face so close to you in the most intimate place possible. So close you could feel her soft breathing on your skin.

Her fingers were on you then, gently parting you like the petals of a rose.

“ so. Fuckin beautiful like this “ Tess whispered, making you squirm a little under her gaze “ prettiest pussy ever “

“ Tess “ you whined her name in embarrassment and she chuckled lightly, pressing another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“ remember to tell me to stop if it’s too much “ you whispered a yes and gasped as you felt her tongue lick a slow and gentle line from your dripping entrance up to your clit. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Unlike anything you could ever possibly have imagined.

You were pretty good at staying silent usually. You’d practically trained yourself to not make a sound incase Joel heard you. So the soft moan that escaped your throat took you by surprise , embarrassment flooding your face and making you try to close your legs. But she held you carefully in place

“ don’t be embarrassed. It’s just us here. You don’t need to be quiet. It’s okay baby. I want to hear you, so I know you’re doing okay. Yeah? “ she moved back in, her actions so small and gentle, circling your clit with her tongue in a way that drew a string of soft sounds out of you. You let your eyes flutter open, looking down at her desperate to see what she looked like.

You found her eyes already watching you, focussed firmly on your face as she set your entire body trembling with her actions. Your entire body tingled from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, mesmerised by the sight of her face buried between your legs.

You’d had dreams about it, had seen it behind closed eyes as you silently touched yourself in the shower or in bed at night. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the real thing. Nothing could’ve made you feel as good as she was. Her tongue touching places that no one else ever had, lips suckling at your clit in a way that made you see stars.

“ you taste so good “ she said, detaching herself from you for a moment and soothing a hand over your trembling legs “ you’re doing so well baby. Want me to keep going? “

“ yes. Yes. Please. Please more “ she smiled and immediately went back to her previous actions, drawing another high pitched moan from your throat. Your head fell back again, the blinding hot pleasure she was giving you far too overwhelming to focus on looking at her anymore. She stayed slow. Soft. Gentle. Easing you closer and closer to the edge, tightening the knot deep in your belly.

You wondered how you had ever lasted this long in life without feeling like that. Though you doubted anyone else in the world could do it like her. Surely not a single other person on earth could make you feel the way she was, you were ruined for life. No one would ever compare, no one could ever make you feel better than that you were sure of it.

“ Tess “ you whimpered her name, not even sure what you were asking her for.

“ you okay? Talk to me baby? “

“ yeah I just… yeah “ she soothed her hand up your body and gently grasped your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze “ please don’t stop “

“ I’ve got you baby. I got you “ she kept a hold of your hand and went back to her previous actions, lapping at your seemingly never ending arousal dripping from your entrance. You could hardly stay still, squirming in the sheets and feeling her fingers press lightly into your thigh to keep you in place. You squeezed her hand tightly, brain going foggy as she sucked a little harder.

You finally felt something that was familiar to you after a few more moments, the pressure and tightening.

You’d never been able to make yourself come that fast and you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not. Especially when you involuntarily lifted your hips from the bed, some silent request for her not to stop. She squeezed your thigh lightly, acknowledging your needs without needing to speak.

“ I think I’m gonna- “

“ I know. It’s okay. Go ahead, show me how beautiful you look when you come for me “ a few more gentle flicks of her tongue was all it took, sounds you’d never heard yourself make falling past your lips as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You’d never come so hard before, shaking and twisting your hands into the bed sheets as she worked you through every single second. It seemed to last forever, a deep burning in your veins making your entire body feel blistering hot but still making you shiver.

You were trembling as you finally relaxed, body going slack against the sheets as she soothed her hands over your legs. She was whispering something but your ears were ringing too loudly to hear her properly, a stupid dopey smile spreading its way across your face.

She reappeared at your side, propping herself on her elbow beside you and trailing her fingers in patterns across your stomach.

“ how you doing baby? “

“ so good “ you sighed, a small laugh bubbling past your lips “ so fuckin good “

“ you did so well. Proud of you “ you reached up for her face, pulling her down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on her lips and it shouldn’t have made you feel the way it did. Desire swirling in your veins again and making you squeeze your legs together.

It made you want to taste her. To make her feel the way she had made you feel. But you didn’t think you’d be particularly good at that. Not yet. But there were other ways. Other ways you had at least an inkling on how to do, practicing on yourself for so long had to be some use to her.

“ Tess “ you practically moaned against her lips, the thought of touching her making you almost dizzy with lust “ would you… can you show me. Like how to- I wanna make you feel good too… you know… make you feel good. Maybe? Please? “ she smiled almost sympathetically at your embarrassed attempt to ask her for guidance. She brushed your hair away from your face and nudged her fingers under your chin

“ you don’t have to. I won’t make you. It’s your first time and that was a lot- “

“ but I want to. Please. You just need to show me cause- please Tess “ she seemed to deliberate it for a moment, her eyes scanning over your face before giving a small nod. She was a sucker for you. It never took her much to give in to whatever you wanted.

“ alright. But. Maybe somethin a little easier to start, yeah? “ you nodded, thankful that you didn’t have to actually tell her you were terrified of repeating what she’d just done to you.

You wondered if she was wet. If she was as wet as you. What would she feel like, what would she taste like on your fingers. How would she sound when she came. Could you even make her finish?

“ do you ever touch yourself? “ your cheeks flushed as she cut off your panicked thoughts. You nodded “ it’s just the same “ she took your hand in hers and gently guided you down between her legs, shifting slightly so you could see her more. You moved to get a better view, no shame in wanting to see her better.

She guided your hand down to touch her, your lips parting in awe as you realised she was wet. Maybe even as wet as you had been.

Yet you hadn’t touched her. You hadn’t done anything really. She was simply that wet from giving you pleasure. From looking at you. Touching you. Tasting you. It sent another moan slipping past your lips.

You felt her breath stutter, falling against your cheek, as you brushed your fingers over her clit.

“ how do I… how do I know if you like it. Help me? “ you whispered, eyes still glued on where you were curiously touching her.

You startled slightly as her fingers brushed over your still sensitive clit, pushing through your folds and moving down to circle your dripping hole.

“ tell me to stop if you need me to but just, copy me. Okay? “ she started rubbing slow circles onto your clit , your own hand halting for a moment as you got your bearings again before copying.

“ like that? “ you were slightly breathless, the feeling of your sensitive clit being touched again stealing all the air from your lungs “ Tess? “

“ like that. Like that “ you wondered if she was as tightly strung as you were. You wondered if she had been thinking about this night for months like you had. Had she lay in bed at night, hand toying with her cunt and thinking about you? Had she desperately gotten off to the thought of tasting you or having you taste her? You wanted to know what she looked like when she came. Wanted to see her face relax with bliss, hear the sounds she would make.

“ fuck that’s so good “ you whined, trying to focus as best you could on moving your fingers and not getting distracted by the masterful way she was touching you.

“ wanna try something a little more? “ curiosity won out and you nodded. A slightly pathetic whimper of a sound bubbled past your lips as she moved her fingers down, circling your entrance slowly “ I think you can take two, yeah? “ she slowly pushed past the resistance at your entrance, your mind blanking at the odd feeling. It felt so different to when you did it yourself. Maybe her fingers longer or bigger. You didn’t know. But she seemed to be reaching places you hadn’t even known were there.

“ f-fuck “ you breathed out, trying to refocus yourself on the task at hand. Trying to remember you were supposed to be making her feel good now. But you faltered again as she curled her fingers, hitting some devastating part of you that had your eyes falling closed “ Tess”

“ you okay? I can stop “

“ no. Fuck. No just. You’re distracting me “ you said with a soft laugh, pressing your face into her neck with a smile.

“ you asked me to show you “ you could hear the smile in her voice and she pressed a kiss to your head “ you can try now. I’ll let you “ you looked down at where your own hand still hadn’t really moved and you did as she had. Cautious, soft hands, your fingertips running over every part of her, tracing along the slick folds and ridges of her cunt. Marvelling in how different it felt to feel her under your fingers instead of yourself.

She let you be curious, let your hands wander and explore. Let you be silently vulnerable and inexperienced with no judgment at all. She made small noises into your hair, small quick intakes of breath when you brushed over her clit, a gentle hum of a sound when you swirled your finger softly around her entrance. Gathering her arousal on the pads of your fingers and feeling her muscles contract beneath them.

You wanted to taste her too. In the same way she had done to you. But you didn’t quite feel brave enough for that yet. So you copied what she had just done to you, gently pushing your fingers into the welcoming warmth of her cunt.

“ you’re so soft “ you murmured more to yourself than her, awestruck at the feeling of her velvety soft walls fluttering around the intrusion of your fingers. She sighed blissfully, sucking you in until you couldn’t go any further.

“ that’s it baby “ her fingers shifted inside of you again, reminding you she was still there. You’d gotten so caught up in her you’d almost forgot.

“ u-upwards? “ you asked as she curled her fingers inside of you, making your breath stutter

“ mhm that’s right “ you did as she did, curling your fingers until she let out a soft moan, her face still pressed against your hair “ you got it “ you copied the rhythm she did, the feeling of her wet warmth clenching around your fingers paired with the way your own cunt fluttered and contracted around hers… it was almost too overwhelming.

The entire thing felt so unbelievably erotic yet so beautifully intimate. Your face still nuzzled into her neck, peaking slightly at the way your fingers disappeared inside of her. Her face pressed into your hair, stuttered breaths and soft moans. The sensuality of being wrapped up and pressed against her, working at each other in a steady rhythmic pace. The almost pornographic wet, sopping sounds coming from the both of you. Unsure exactly which of you it was.

You’d never felt so vulnerable yet so safe. So loved. So cherished. Like you two where the only people alive, simply intent on making the other feel good, drawing each other closer and closer to the edge.

Her hand shifted a little, her thumb pressing lightly against your clit in a way that made you gasp. You didn’t quite have the same precision as she did, your hand at an awkward angle and you felt her smile against you.

“ keep up what you were doing. Feels so good, you’re doing so fuckin well. Keep going baby “ you did as she asked, holding onto her arm as you felt her abusing a deliciously perfect spot inside of you.

“ god don’t stop “ you whined, pressing your face further into her neck. Not sure how you were supposed to handle all the new feelings she was evoking in you.

You came first, which you had expected. Trapping her hand between your legs and clenching your eyes shut as you came over her fingers, moaning and whimpering as she made sure to draw it out for as long as possible.

“ that’s it baby. Fuck you look so pretty when you come for me, let me hear you. That’s it “ she coaxed you through every single second, whispering an abundance of praise and love into your ear as you came down.

You winced lightly when she withdrew her fingers, suddenly feeling empty at the loss of her inside of you.

“ holy shit “ you breathed out as you caught your breath “ I don’t think I can do that to you “ you said with a small laugh, remembering you still needed to get her off “ I wanna make you feel that good. Tell me more. Help me? “

You were entranced as you watched her start circling her own clit with her fingers that were still coated in you, the two of you mingling together in a way that made your face flush so violently red you went light headed. You continued curling your fingers in the same way she had, even chancing scissoring them open like she had done to you. You practically beamed when you made her moan, knowing you were the one causing those sounds.

“ that’s it baby, keep doing that. Just like that for me okay? “ you nodded, dumbfounded and unable to speak as you watched her touch herself, your fingers still moving inside of her and hitting the spot that made her moan in a way that went straight to your over sensitive cunt.

“ am I doing it right? “

“ mhm. You’re doing so well. So well baby. Almost there “

The feeling of her coming on your fingers was something otherworldly. The sounds she made, the way her warm walls clamped around you to keep you where she wanted you. It drew another moan from your own mouth. You kept up your actions until she gently pushed at your hand, a small laugh leaving her throat

“ too much baby. You can stop “ you withdrew your fingers, awestruck at the sticky residue she’d left on your fingers, the blissful and content look on her face.

She pulled you close against her, shuffling down so that you could lay your head on her chest and press soft kisses to your forehead.

You were both quiet, basking in the afterglow, content to just be together. Your slick skin slipping against each other as you shuffled to get impossibly closer to her. You could hear her heart beating steadily in her chest, her fingers trailing up and down your side lightly. The room was sticky and hot, sex filling the air. But you felt perfectly comfortable, safe.

And if your worst fears were to come true and she decided you were horrendous at getting her off. Then you’d be quite happy that that had been the first and the last. You’d never felt more at peace.

“ how are you feeling? “ she asked after a few minutes, when sleep was starting to seep into your bones “ you did so well. Sure you’ve never done it before? “ you giggled and shook your head

“ never. I promise “

“ and how do you feel now that you have?”

“ perfect “ you whispered not even embarrassed at how cheesy it sounded, not needing a second to even think about your answer “ and tired. So fuckin tired “ she smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“ shower first. Then you can sleep. Trust me. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t “ she chuckled and patted your arm lightly to make you sit up. You watched her walk around the bed, stretching her arms up above her head and groaning slightly as she stretched out her aching muscles. It felt… domestic. The way she was so unbelievably comfortable around you, showering together, sharing the bed afterwards. It made your heart pang.

You watched her as she walked around to your side of the bed with no shame, very much ogling her without a care. Even when she caught you “ enjoying the view? “

You were. You absolutely were. And you hoped you’d get to enjoy it for quite a while longer.

[bunnliix]

Bun this is not a request but in general I guess a question? Have you seen the new concept photos for Golden Hour Pt.2? If so- What are your thoughts/How are we handling it? Because I for one, am unwell🫠

hihi! I'm always happy to share my thoughts on most anything <3

I have, I've seen both sets that have been released so far, and I am dying over them. I am very very unwell and I am actually ready to die when we actually get to the comeback in like 10 days aaaaaaaa Get ready for a whole lil essay on this

Okie, so like first of all, everyone's already dying over it, but Seonghwa! His hair, the styling for him, everything! I love it all so much, and he's really solidifying himself in the lil soft spot I have for him an a couple other members (aka I'm ot8 but say that I have soft spots for Hwa, Yeosangie and Mingi for more context on why I use that wording) I love Pink Hwa, probably as much as I love Halazia Hwa, and omg I love how pretty he looks and I need his gender rn.

I'm also really here for Yunho and his hair color for this comeback too cause omg I love the color on him, it suits him so fucking well, and honestly it's a fun color as well, and I really think it fits in with the second concept photos they released yesterday.

And like in general, I really love the simplicity of the first set of concept photos, because like I feel like we've had some more like busier ones with the more recent comebacks, not that I don't love them, because I do, but I also love simpler concept photos because in like this set of them, you can focus on each member more, and every little detail of their styling and how it all is really cohesive. I also like the feel that we have half the members in more baggier looks while the others are in more fitted looks. It's just a really cool contrast, yet it all flows together with colors and accessories. hi I really enjoy fashion can you tell?

And then moving onto the second one with all the flowers!

Okay, so my first thoughts when I saw this is that it's honestly giving like almost Alice in Wonderland vibes-ish, But like also in general, this gives off like really princely vibes too, and I also love the colorful flowers against their very light colored clothing cause it makes them the centerpiece of every single photo. Also wavy/curly haired pinkHwa is gorgeous, and honestly, I went a bit feral over Wooyoung's concept photo for this one too. And like I'm just really here for all the hair colors and outfit choices going on here. It all gives very delicate and pretty, which is fitting, though I feel like these concept photos might be the opposite for what we'll get in the TT, but I'd be curious to see how this all fits in, especially considering the theme of Love that seems to be the centerpiece of this album.

But also the flower motifs that feature on some part of each member, in either very subtle or non-subtle ways, which is also really cool because it's something that makes their outfits coheseive, as well as the use of very light clothing, not only in color, but in type of material, though for most of the members, they're actually pretty covered up, with the visible exceptions being Yunho and Seonghwa, though even they're covered up with transparent material, with gives the sense of them showing more skin than they neccesarily are, and I wonder if that has any deeper meaning (it probably does in some way for the lore, it's Ateez) because it's almost giving a sense of like vulnerability? in a way? Like they're appearing more open wheras everyone else is pretty covered up. I dunno, but either way it's an interesting thing to think about.

I'm actually really excited to see the next concept, and maybe how it fits in with these two, because so far I feel like To's concept leans more towards a darker side, whereas Diary's is definitely flower boy and pretty and how I'd think you'd style a group for a concept around love, without being too too obvious.

[nkissesrama]

Truthfully at Peace.

Rama x reader, wedding, one shot, fluff, comfort

Words: 1559

Cws: Possible spoilers for Blinding of Truth

You were sitting in the living room, the same living room you've spend your first night in Rama's house, a room so cold even the dozens of blankets that Rama gave you back then didn't warm you up during your first night in his house.

Now, the simple, minimalistic and seemingly old room was more alive than ever. You were all around the place, keeping Rama far away from the living room because you needed to put the last touches to the wedding gift you were making for him, it wasn't anything expensive, or especially beautiful, but you were sure that he'd appreciate the thought and the craft.

You could feel the stress eat you from deep inside, your mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts that were seemingly silly; Do I remember the vows? Is everything really ready? What if I mess this up?

Rama saw the stress in your body language, the way you were sweating when you looked at the clock in and realised how fast the time flew.

"There's no need to worry mišiću, take a break." His deep voice sounded from behind you. It wasn't soft, nor was it rough. It's what you'd expect an older man to sound like, deep-ish voice, slightly hushed.

You turned to look at him, putting something inside a box before he could see it. "Oh! Rama, I didn't see you there." You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You sighed. "Do I really look that stressed?"

He nodded in response. "Yes, I think we should drink some tea."

"Like on our first evening together?" You asked, a soft smile on your lips as you took a few steps towards him.

"This time don't end up unconscious in my backyard though." He teased and just chuckled.

"I'll try my best, but I can't promise much."

You two were sitting in the kitchen, white, plain, porcelain mugs on the table, you were holding one, hugging it with your hands to feel its warmth.

"Do you need help with anything?" You asked, looking up from your reflection in the liquid.

Rama's eyes were locked on you, you could see the little sparkles in his eyes, the way the corner of his lips were lifted up ever so slightly. You could swear that you've never met a man more dazzling than him, even if you still couldn't remember anything from your past.

"Most of the things I needed to prepare are ready, I just need to finish up some offerings to the deities." He said and raised the mug to his lips, blowing on the liquid to make it cool down faster.

"Should I help you with it?" You perked up.

He smiled and chuckled. "I appreciate the offer, but I believe that you need to finish up some preparations on your own, mišiću."

You pouted. "But I want to help you Rama."

"You can help me next time then, you know I'd never be against it. I appreciate it, the care you put it when it comes to my religion." He was beaming, pure happiness in his eyes.

That look on his face never failed to make your heart beat pace up. Your cheeks were warmer, and you felt butterflies flying in your stomach. Love was a weird phenomenon for you, but with him it felt just right.

You smiled softly. "I want to participate in all the things that are extremely important to you Rama, they matter to me." You replied. "I may not fully understand religion. or the devotion you feel towards your deities, but they're important to you and I want to show them the respect they deserve, learn more about them."

"Thank you." His voice softened.

After a while of chatting you went back to your disaster-in-making station. You needed to finish up the gift, dress up and probably panic about your vows at least five times.

You were sitting on the floor, small pieces of wood that you carved out before in front of you while you were putting them on white strings that you snooped out from the kitchen a few days back, carving in wood wasn't your strong suit, but it was something you learned since you started living on the farm. Your gift might seemed like nothing special, just a few pieces of jewelry made from wood and string, not the most profound wedding gifts regular people would think of, but they weren't for regular people, they were for Rama, or rather his deities.

He cares about them, worships them, gives them offerings. You wanted to give them something, maybe deepen your connection to them, maybe just to show them respect and make Rama happy with your support. You remembered his face when he saw you paying respect to his deities - after he realised that it was what you were doing, there was a small sparkle of gratitude in his eyes.

"I hope they're good enough." You whispered to yourself, moving your finger along the different carvings you made in the pieces of wood, they were far from perfect, but they were yours and it's all that mattered to you.

The time has come.

As the sun began to set you stood on the farm, the small gift box in your hands, you were squeezing it for dear life as you made your way to the altar in the middle of the field. It was beautifully decorated, fresh offerings set on it. You paid your respect to the deities and waited for Rama who was yet to arrive.

"Oh, you're already here." He said once he arrived.

You could only mouth a "woah" when you saw him, he looked just so absolutely amazing in the traditional clothing he was wearing.

A beige fabric wrapped around his hips, making for something between pants and a knee length skirt with a darker orange scarf looking fabric wrapped around it like a belt, securing the skirt in its place. He had some golden and white jewelry on, a yellow fabric tossed around his forearms, going behind his back.

"Oh my... Rama you look so... wow." You said, admiring him.

His cheeks flushed at your compliment. "You look beautiful, mišiću." He said, cupping your cheek with his hand gently. "Are you ready?" He asked.

You clung to his hand. "No, that's why we should start." He chuckled at your reply and took your hands in his once you put the box away.

He took a deep breath. "Y/n. Since the day we first met, the day I found you in my backyard, you changed so much in my life, you filled in the void that I never expected to be there. You shown me kindness, love, you learned to trust me when you had no reason to do so." He paused and looked down at your hands, gently brushing the back of your hands with his thumbs. "For that, I promise to love you eternally, to devote myself to you, keep you safe. I promise to teach you everything you'd like to learn from me, support you in all ways a man can support another human." He looked back into your eyes. "I humbly ask you to be my partner, my spouse, to bind your soul to mine, to let us be together in body and soul."

You couldn't stop but smile at his words, you never felt more touched, you were nearly tearing up, ready to cry in his arms and whispering your little i love yous. But you couldn't now it was the time for your vows.

Your took a deep breath.

Looked at his hands, then into his eyes.

It's now or never.

"Rama, when I first woke up, I was scared and confused, I didn't know what or who I was, where and when I was. Yet, you were there, and from the very beginning I felt a sense of safety around you, like you were a shield protecting me. I fell in love with you and I don't regret it one bit, I'm happy to have you as my partner in life and even after that. I'm utterly in love with you, I never wish for my life to change, I hope to keep you in it for eternity." You whispered your vows, truly wanting only him to hear them.

"I love you Rama, I adore your devotion to your deities and because of it, I made something for you." You had to break your hands free, missing his touch immediately. You took the small box and have it to him. "I hope that you like it. It's part of my vows..." You said and looked away once he took the gift from you.

You didn't look at him when he opened the box and held up the three bracelets and a necklace in his hand. You were a little anxious about his reaction.

"Y/n, they are beautiful." He said. "You even made sure to carve in their names and symbols..." He whispered.

You looked at him.

The look in his eyes.

Oh how easily it made your heart melt.

The first tears ran down your cheeks.

"Rama I love you so much." You said in between quiet sobs.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, kissed your forehead and then whispered against your temple.

"I love you too, mišiću."

Hahahha I did it

I REALLY DID IT

I love you whoever reads it

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