#it can be just an ask or smth small i just want to write ab this thang

[aevitium]

before everyone gets sucked up by the event ... anyone wanna get manta rayed

[darylbae]

would you write smth for daryl x reader where reader had to fight her way out of one of the outposts and can’t stop scrubbing her hands. to the point where the skin is really sore. maybe he kisses the tops of her hands. washing them one more time at her ask. but gently with warm soapy water. maybe he puts cream on them and wraps them in a bandage.

what if it gets worse — daryl dixon🩰

in which you can't seem to get the blood off your hands, but daryl is there to help

note: i hope this is what you meant anon

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

This felt too far. Even for you. You had killed too many walkers to count, you weren't the sweetest like Beth once was, you could drive straight past a helpless man. But the plan you were currently driving to execute, was too far for you. You sat with your hands in your lap, trying to stop them from trembling. You were tough, everyone knew it, you knew it. But this felt like you were driving to your death. There was no coming back from this. The RV you were driving in was dark, the air was unsettling, nobody would talk above a whisper. Turn back, Abe. Please. Realize this is a mistake. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Daryl, who laced his fingers around yours. The two of you had always been on the same frequency, it's why you bonded as close as you were. You were the same person in different fonts, but you differed where it mattered. Daryl could feel you were in your own head. He wanted this matter dealt with, he wanted to go back to pretending to hate Alexandria. He wanted his only problem to be fitting in. Not this. You felt a war looming, a deep, dark black hole about to suck you in. Something bad was going to happen. Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow. "Hey," his voice was small, only for you to hear, "you're okay." He brought your hand up to his mouth, peppering small kisses to your knuckles, which were turning white with your grip on his hand. Anything to steady your own nerves. Your hand was small in his, his fingers twice the width of yours. You enjoyed observing his hands, his arms, his smile. Studying Daryl had been your favorite pastime. "Remember when we almost crashed on my bike once because you wouldn't stop tickling me?" He questioned, seeing the sides of your mouth rise into a sweet smile. "There's that smile." The RV had come to a stop and your quick-lived happiness had died. You took hold of the knife in your lap, letting everyone pile off before you did. Daryl took the moment of silence to touch your cheek and bring you into a small kiss. "You can do this." You weren't so sure. Rick had been through the plan, each of you with a role to do. Hide in the van, wait until they're alone, go in for the kill, storm the building.

And you did just that. You escaped having to kill the first two, all you did was storm the building with them. You'd all split into two, you'd gone alongside Daryl, and you were instructed to kill these people in their sleep. People, bad people, who had no idea tonight was their last night. You knew they were terrible people, the pictures on their walls were only a fraction of evidence, but weren't you also just as bad? Killing walkers was one thing, this was an entirely new level of fucked up. The squelch as you'd sunk the knife into their temple made you cringe, and blood had come pooling out. Your first instinct was to reach for it and cover it up, and in doing so, blood had covered your fingers and palms in thick, red blood. You felt nauseous, the knife in your hand feeling close to slipping, you made made a mess of this. The rest of the outpost was the same, knife through the temple, the occasional sounds of bullets thwipping past you to enter the bodies of some unfortunate Saviors. The shakes had spread, your knees almost buckling from the insecurity of your feet. Daryl was quick to notice and wrap an arm around you, securing you against him. "I got ya, sweetheart. Come on." His voice was the only thing you could hear, his arms were the only thing you could feel, and you'd walked with him out onto the open field surrounding the outpost. Daylight was starting to show, you'd heard a radio going off... Something about Maggie and Carol... You'd fallen to your knees to recollect yourself, everyone's heads turning to locate where this mysterious radio caller was. Your brain was off, your body was on. The group on the radio had taken Maggie and Carol to a slaughterhouse, and managed to fight their way out, to your relief. You couldn't take another death on your hands. The blood on your hands had dried, stained between the grooves of your fingerprints. You couldn't look at your hands without feeling sick, but Daryl could happily take your hands in his and distract you. It's something he'd grown to be good at. He shuffled closer into you, pulling your legs over his, and gesturing to his shoulder. "Come 'ere, girl." But you couldn't stop staring at your hands. The blood cracking and flaking on your hands, the feeling of sliding the knife into their brain haunted you. Even as you'd arrived back in Alexandria, you hadn't stopped to tell the tale to others, you'd broken off from the group the moment you left the RV. It wasn't until you were in the home you shared with Daryl, that the tears had started to fall. They were terrible people, you kept reminding yourself. But it wasn't enough.

You'd pushed yourself into the bathroom, rinsing your hands under the taps and scrubbing at your skin. You'd used a scourer, and rag, all of which needed to be binned afterwards. The blood kept flowing through your hands, out of the taps, covering you in guilt. The blood wouldn't wash off. Daryl had finally got himself back, a worried heartbeat echoing in his chest as to your disappearance. In the distance, he heard the tap running and assumed you were getting yourself ready for bed. But the worry hadn't settled. Even before breaching the outpost, you had that look in your eye. Daryl knew you. In and out. He could find you in the dark. He could tell when things weren't right. So when he'd seen you in the midst of a full Lady Macbeth breakdown, he'd dropped everything. All of his own worries and anxieties. Nothing mattered more to him than you. He took your hands in his, seeing pale red water from the residue on your hands, and it all clicked. "Please, Dar," you cried softly, "help me get it off." Daryl's eyebrows wobbled at the sight of you, emotion threatening to expose itself. He'd grabbed a towel, wrapping your hands in it tightly and sitting you down on his lap on the bathroom floor. You sobbed against his chest, the warmth of his skin would usually comfort you, but you couldn't settle. Not even in the safety of your home, or the walls surrounding your community. Daryl couldn't say it's okay, it wasn't. Nothing about this was okay, but the most he could do was hold you. Give you his company.

And you did, the pair of you sat quietly together until your sobs had reduced to little sniffles. Daryl's hands held you tightly to his body, and that alone had been enough to keep you from descending further into this breakdown. "Dar," you spoke, voice cracking and sadness still stuck in your throat. He looked up, his sorrowful eyes upon yours and you knew he'd do anything for you. No matter the time of day or the complexity of what you wanted, you knew he'd do it for you. "Please wash my hands for me. I need it to be gone." He nodded, helping you and himself up to lean over the sink once more. He'd plugged the sink and filled it with warm, soapy water, submerging the both of your hands. His fingers slid over your hands, massaging the soap into all the crevices, and under your nails. He made sure to be thorough, and used a new towel to pat your hands dry. They looked sore, red raw from the scrubbing. "Come on," Daryl whispered, leading you into your shared room, reaching for the selection of creams you kept on the nightstand. He'd taken care of you, silently and efficiently making sure you were okay, not a word to be exchanged between the two of you. You'd climbed back into his lap, head on his shoulder and you felt a little more eased. Not entirely okay, but safer with Daryl. "What if this gets worse?" You asked, glancing up at his eyes which were already fixed on yours. "Then you got me to protect ya," he replied, "I won' let a thing hurt ya, not a hair on ya head. Okay?"

[babybeastluv]

would you be open to write smth with top!tzuyu with spanking, edging, and oral 🙈

Birthday Wishes

Top! Tzuyu x Fem Reader

word count: 1.2k

cw: Spanking, slight edging, oral, overstimulation, face sitting, nipple play

an: sorry to the anon who requested this and had to wait so long

tags: @cry4tzu @miinatozakiii @forbebeandjam

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Birthdays were always a sore subject for you. So when your birthday rolled around this year and your girlfriend asked what you wanted to do you simply replied with “nothing and no presents either.”

Tzuyu not knowing why you don’t like to celebrate your birthday, decided that the week leading up to your special day she was going to get you small things as to make it seem like she was truly doing nothing for your birthday.

Day 1: She gifts you a small silver necklace

Day 2: A matching ring set

Day 3: A small pair of silver earrings

Day 4: A silver bracelet that has both of your initials carved into it

Day 5: A framed picture of you and her kissing on the beach during sunset

By the fifth day you had finally figured out what she was doing, you thought it was sweet but also thought it was a little much given that you told her you wanted nothing for your birthday.

On the sixth day you walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, only to find her making breakfast for you with a bouquet of flowers sitting on counter. “Babe I told you I didn’t want anything for my birthday.” You said as you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind.

She lets out a small chuckle as she turns the stove off and turns around to place a kiss on the top of your head. “I know what you said but I can’t not do anything for your birthday. So I’m going to ask again, what do you want for your birthday?” She questions for a second time.

You think for a moment as you sit down to eat the amazing breakfast she had cooked, “I want to just spend the day with you” you say with a smile on your face.

She looks at you confused but then simply says “okay if that’s what you want” then goes about eating.

Day seven rolls around and you woke up to a basket full of your favorite things such as, candies, chips, drinks and other small things. There was even a new blanket and hoodie inside. You noticed a small note sticking out from under the basket.

Picking it up you read it and it was truly beautiful, Tzuyu had such a way with words and it made you cry. She may not know the reason you don’t like your birthday but you just found a reason to start.

The following day was spent cuddled up to her watching all of your favorite movies and eating the snacks she had bought for you, looking up at her with a soft smile on your face as the third movie of the day played. You couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to be dating her.

“I can feel you staring” she says as she slowly turns to look down at you, leaning up you place a quick peck on her lips “thank you” you whispered as you climbed into her lap kissing her again.

Wrapping her arms around your waist she kisses you back, deepening the kiss. You moan against her lips as she slowly starts to grind your hips along her own.

Pulling away from the kiss you rest your forehead on hers as she runs her fingers through your hair, slowly she starts to lean in again aiming for your neck as she moves all your hair to one side.

Sucking and kissing it gently as she leaves dark purple marks in her wake. As she continues to mark up your neck she begins to shift so that you’re laying down on the couch her hovering above you as quiet whimpers leave your lips.

“More” you husk out as you place your hands under her shirt and on her toned abs.

Moving on from attacking your neck she moves her hands down to slowly slide your shirt up as she kisses your lips again before fully removing the useless piece of clothing.

“You’re so pretty baby” she exclaims as she looks you up and down. Your upper half completely bare and exposed to her as she slowly runs her hand over your stomach leaning down and taking a nipple into her mouth.

Her soft gentle hand continues to trace over the soft skin of your abdomen as she skillfully works your nipple in her mouth.

Back arching in ecstasy when the hand that was once gracing your stomach pinches the unoccupied nipple.

A moan of her name slips past your lips and you entangle your fingers in her hair to hold her against your chest.

Releasing your nipple with a pop she looks up at you as her hands travel down to your underwear, slowly she begins to slide the soaked piece of fabric down your legs and tosses it behind her.

A sharp gasp leaves your mouth when the cool air from the room breezes past your warm cunt. A devilish smirk graces your girlfriends lips as she looks your body over once more before she dive in.

Her lips attach themselves to your clit as she brings your legs up and over your shoulders. The prolonged ministrations of her lapping you up quickly begins to build as you feel your first orgasm approaching.

"Tzu" you mumble out as she continues to work at your lower half, legs slightly shaking as you come undone on her tounge.

Lapping up your juices she places gentle kisses along your inner thighs as her hands slowly snake around your body.

She flips you both over so you were now sitting on her face as she lays beneath you, she begins to eat you out again as you grip the back of the couch and throw your head back.

"Fuck Tzuyu" you moan out as she squeezes your thighs.

As your second orgasm approaches Tzuyu pulls away, letting out a whine she crawls out from under you and gets behind you on the couch.

"We aren't done yet pretty girl" she whispers in your ear as her hands find their way to your hips.

Pushing you slightly forward so you're now leaning over the back of the couch she brings her left hand down across your ass, a loud moan escapes the confines of your throat as she repeats this action.

Ass bright red, sweet nectar dripping down onto the couch. You whimper out as she reaches around and begins to slowly rub your clit.

Placing sweet kisses across the nape of your neck as she picks up her pace.

"ngh tzu I'm so close" you moan out as her thigh presses up against your dripping cunt from behind. Fingers still working at your clit diligently.

Teeth sinking into your neck sends you over the edge.

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An hour and four orgasms later Tzuyu has you a panting mess. Sweet kisses are being placed all over you chest as she slowly works her way back up to your face.

Smililing tiredly up at her as she hovers over you again.

"Happy birthday sweet girl" she says as she strokes your cheek and leans down to places kisses on your forehead.

"Thank you baby" you mumble out through a yawn.

"Thank you for making this night rememberable love" you say as you lean up and place a kiss to her soft lips.

Laying down together on the couch you lay your head on her chest as your legs intertwine and the both of you succumb to sleep.

[luveline]

omg jade!! this just popped into my head but do u think u could write smth ab roan gettin a tinyyyy bit jealous when reader gives attention to another kid? pls feel free to ignore if u dont like it hehe j smth i thought ab! ily!!

this request is from october I'm so sorry it took this long, thank you for requesting, ily ♥︎ fem!reader

Eddie’s friend Gareth has two kids. 

Twin boys, they hang off of him one to each arm and might be the cutest kids you’ve ever seen that aren’t Roan. One is much, much cuddlier than the other, and when he climbs into your lap you really, honestly can’t say no. He’s practically a baby still, two and half years old and chatty without real words. 

When he strokes your face with your hand, you look over his little head at Eddie where he’s sitting at the same picnic table and pout at him. 

“You want one?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. 

You rub the back of the baby’s head, hand stroking over fine, sandy brown hair. “Stop it.”

It’s a very cheeky joke considering you and Eddie haven’t been together that long. And besides, you think he might have his work cut out for him with his own baby girl, he doesn’t need another right now. 

Said baby girl has taken to holding your hand basically everywhere you go. You adore Roan and if she wants to hold your hand whenever she sees you, it’s an improvement from her wanting to always be carried. She’d been holding your hand five minutes ago before she proclaimed her need to pee. 

She emerges from the house and into the garden with her little hands dripping and Eddie beckons her over. You can hear their hushed conversation as he wipes her hands dry with his t-shirt. 

“Did you flush?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, daddy.”

“Did you wipe the right way?”

She looks a little embarrassed, and then that embarrassment gets eaten by Munson rage. “Yeah, dad.”

Eddie only laughs. “Okay, alright. Thanks, mini me. Kiss for a job well done?”

Roan gives him a quick kiss and then throws her gaze to you. You watch what looks to be excitement shrivel up and dissolve into dust, her eyes widened and then pinched with hurt. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” you ask, hand splayed over the small back of your newfound charge. 

She doesn’t talk to you. Roan turns on her heel and climbs straight into Eddie’s lap, small thighs either side of his waist and face falling into his t-shirt. He’s as confused as you are, dropping his face down closer to hers and murmuring something too quiet to hear. Her tiny black bunches bounce as she shakes her head. 

He tucks a loose curl behind her ear. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he says gently. 

Roan pushes her face deeper into his chest and sighs. 

You’re at that stage of knowing and loving Roan where all of her upsets still feel huge to you. Eddie, having experienced her change in emotion every single day of her life, is much less affected. Not any less loving, or any less caring, but he doesn’t get so stressed. He pats her little back for what’s left of his friends garden party, and you say goodbye to your clinger when it’s time for their nap. 

“Let’s go home, should we?” Eddie asks gently, forehead tapped against Roan’s. 

She grumbles irritably and Eddie picks her up, her face quickly hidden in his neck. When all the goodbyes have been exchanged you follow him back to his car, nibbling your lip intermittently. Roan isn’t prone to being quiet like this unless she’s sick or tired, and it’s hours from bedtime, so she has to be sick. 

"She's not warm," Eddie tells you. 

"Do you feel sick?" you ask her anyways, not because you don't believe Eddie's capabilities as a dad, but for your own peace of mind — you don't like worrying about Roan. It gnaws at you. 

She doesn't speak to you. In fact, she doesn't speak to you for hours. Not when you get home, not at the dinner table, and not during cartoons before bed. She doesn't hug you goodnight, and that's when Eddie gives a knowing, amused snort. 

"What?" you ask, pulling your gaze from her retreating back to him. "What's funny? Your baby doesn't like me anymore, this is the opposite of funny." 

"She's just jealous." You scoot away from him. He pulls you back in with an eye roll. "Not of me, dork. Of Henry." 

You blink. "Gareth's kid?" 

"Yes." His head lolls lazily to the side, and his smile is more a smirk than anything else. "Come on, sweet thing. Use your brain." 

You would glare at him if the cogs weren't turning in your head. "Well, what do I do?" You stand up. "I gotta say sorry." 

Eddie catches your hand. When you look at him, he shakes his head. You love and hate how smug he is as a dad, how he simultaneously knows all the answers but has to call Wayne at least once a week with some whacky question. 

"What?" 

"You don't have to say sorry to her for hugging another kid, just… explain that she's your favourite." 

"She is my favourite." 

"I know."

You look down the hall and then back to your boyfriend. "Will you come with me?" 

"Always." Eddie gets up, and you hold hands all the way to Roan's bedroom, though the slim hallway makes it difficult. 

He knocks on Roan's door. "Babe?"

"Daddy?" 

He pushes open the door. Roan isn't sleeping, she usually doesn't until Eddie comes in to tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight. She's sitting by the bottom of the bed with her big paper sketchbook and a crayon in hand, but she hasn't drawn anything yet. She drops the crayon and looks up at you both suspiciously. 

"Y/N wants to talk to you. Do you wanna sit in the bed together?" he asks her. 

She nods. Too soon, Eddie's pulling his hand out of yours and scooping Roan up deftly, and he climbs into her tiny princess bed with little hesitation. She looks small in his lap. 

You sit gingerly opposite. 

Eddie gives you an encouraging smile, worming his thumb into the palm of her hand. 

"Roan," you start, awkward because Eddie's listening, hesitant because you don't wanna mess this up. You decide to go for the straightforward approach. "You know you're my favourite girl, yeah?" 

She glares at you. 

Not what you'd been expecting. 

You try again. "I… I love you very much. Like, so much it squeezes out of me when you hug me, and you gotta push it all back in for me." 

An inkling of a smile appears. She loves that game, and she's stronger than she looks. It really does feel like she's squeezing all the air from your lungs sometimes. 

"And-" You continue, prompted by Eddie's voracious nodding. "And even though sometimes other boys and girls want to give me a hug, none of them ever give me hugs as good as yours. I just want you to know that your hugs are my favourite." 

Roan leans back heavy into Eddie's chest. He kisses the top of her head unthinking, lips hidden by her dark brown curls. 

Then, his lips move down to her ear, and he says, in his professional parenting voice that's all soft and warm, "I know you were unhappy when Y/N gave baby Henry a cuddle, but just 'cause she gave him a hug doesn't mean she can't give you one too. And ignoring people isn't something we like to do, is it?" 

Roan frowns at him. "But she was holding my hand first." 

"I know. You gotta share her, though. Like right now, you're in my lap, and Y/N isn't complaining. Maybe she wants to be in my lap, or maybe she wants you in hers." 

You take the queue. "I miss my goodnight hug," you say, hands moving forward. You pout at her. "Please, Roan."

You wouldn't force Roan into a hug if you didn't think she wanted one. You're right, thankfully, and Roan stands up, wobbling across the mattress in her pink pyjamas and straight into your chest. 

You curl your arms around her too tight and send Eddie your most thankful, loving look as Roan snuggles your neck. 

"Missed you, princess," you murmur, hand creeping up her back to play in the soft ends of her hair. 

You hug. Roan turns to mush, boneless, limp, every word for it, putty in your hands. Eddie had told you once that he thinks she likes your hugs because you're so soft. 

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Think about it," he whispers. "You could have two of her. Three." 

You close your eyes so you don't have to look at him, flustered but so happy you end up laughing. 

"Kiss?" you ask Roan. 

She nods. You cover her in kisses, every inch of her perfect face. 

[angelismmm]

hello! can you please write for liyue’s men (with like tartaglia/baizhu/scaramouche too) and their types? like what they look in a s/o and what kind of s/o they’d like/it would suit them best? thxxxxxx

⟢ my kind of woman ft. liyue men + tartaglia & scara ・synopsis. what kind of person are they into? or really who'd match them best? ・notes. yay jing yuan and blade theme my baes, anyways!! i love this sm ive rly wanted to write ab smth like this!! oh also this is really just my thoughts plus relationship headcannons :D ・warnings. suggestive , GN!READER. title is inspired by mac demarco's song :)

opposites attract, the olive theory, i like to believe that most lovers are usually the opposites of each other, or atleast disagree with something in a way. ・for zhongli, having to deal with childe and hu tao everyday, it isn't a breath of fresh air when it comes to an s/o that's overly affectionate and loud, not that he finds it annoying, finds it very cute, every little bit of affection you give him makes his day always. other people might find you overtly obnoxious, but he'd never, everything about you honestly is really.. perfect.. to him. can't describe it in words, even if you were to be similar, he's the type to always expect it, and be the only person not being scared by you, and he's honestly okay with that, hu tao is probably your guys' matchmaker! will trap you both in a closet together while you visited the funeral parlor, gives it about... 15 minutes.. and small hickey can definitely be seen on you and him, is both happy and goes "ew... get a room!!" and also the person to stash both of you guys into a cramped area when she knows very damn well you both like each other.. well took you both long enough honestly, definitely got impatient and pushed you guys... a bit..

・alatus xiao... definitely will tell you you are annoying at first, but you are the annoying he loves <3. the only annoying person he will listen to, and give forehead kisses to, and cuddle all night 'till he sleeps. you really are an exception... but if he'll be totally real with himself, he loves it when you bug him to tell him about what happened today, or who you've talked to, or if you've seen anything new, falls in love all over again every time that you do. likes zoning out when you rant, and all he can see is your pretty smile going on and on about some vendor who gave you free food. likes to shut you up with a kiss, does it often, and makes both of you red. whenever you hear him say something like "do you ever shut up?", it translates to "please keep talking with that soothing voice of yours." i promise he loves you so much, just is still getting used to it.

extrovert x introvert kind of way, one that talks alot, one that listens alot. ・oh loverboy childe/tartaglia.. literal devil x angel type of relationship, in this case, he's the devil. loves bothering you, like even if you give him something while he waits for you to be done with whatever you need to be done, he can't be distracted from distracting his lover?! still a huge sweetheart, don't get me wrong, the type to really memorize things about you too, notices so many little things about you, like even things you don't even notice. but someone who can tolerate his shenanigans are the best match for him. the best hugs ever too, so when you're stressed, just ask for cuddles and kisses and he'll be there to talk to you, even if you don't wanna talk about it, he'll talk to you about his day to comfort you instead. loves you like you are an angel from heaven that blessed him, because you were, and you did.

・kaedehara kazuha.. in this case you are the extrovert, likes to listen you rambling about something from work, the type to hold you close to his chest and hum a familiar tune to get you to sleep, likes to just watch and listen to someone who tends to talk a lot with no one listening to them, but he's always there for you. such a sweetheart with it too, loves to hold your hand while you do, if anyone tells you you're annoying best bet he'll deal with them, with words. isn't shy to say you're his s/o, unintentionally tells everyone about you, "honestly s/o is such a dear for me. they ---." he's ranting to a toucan by the way.

grumpy x sunshine, this is scaramouche with his s/o, if i do say so myself. literal showers of affection in private, 'cold-hearted' in public, promise he doesn't mean the insults he spits at you. still willing for a bit of pda though, basic holding hands is the only kinda he allows tbh, lowkey flexes you when he's with someone else, "oh you know, s/o would've done better than you." so even if you haven't even met them, probably one of his coworkers or friends are already fed up with you (as a joke and seriously), if he's ever upset, he'll really just come over to you, ready for your little kisses on his cheeks, and your head on his lap, just adoring each other, like no one else would.

sun x moon is what baizhu and you would be. and goes so far to already decide what to call your children together. stars. in this case, you're his sun, loud, kind, caring, everything he could imagine, him? oh he's not all that special. he thinks you fell from celestia because wow you really shine, and he's more than thankful everyday that, and likes to spend time with both you and qiqi. so he also does call qiqi a star too <3. just like kazuha, he likes listening more than talking, does the zoning out thing too, changsheng has to tell him to stop so he listens to you, a bright person with someone like him really just.. he knows how much he's been blessed by archons.

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[sanspuppet]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

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genre: smut (18+ MDNI)

PAIRING: both dom? San x afab!reader

SUMMARY: San feels lonely, and after you unintentionally made him horny, he decides to FaceTime you...

WARNING/ TAGS: Sex call, masturbation, pronouns (like daddy, kitten, baby...)

DISCLAIMERS: english is not my first language so please excuse any incorrect grammar or akward wording. This is not meant to represent San in any way.

A/N: This is my first post, so if you like it please show a lot of support! And if you want to read more content, follow me. I know I struggle a little at writing but i tried to do my best at describing some of my late night thoughts, hoping my english classes helped me 🥲. I'm more comfortable at writing dialogues, so there'll be a majority of them. I started writing this ff a few days ago, and i just finished it (ps: it's 2 a.m, so sorry if u notice smth akward during the last sentences)

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You exited the shower, putting on your bathrobes, and doing your skincare routine. You checked the phone, layed on the corner of the sink.

Someone texted you: it was San, you're lovely boyfriend.

"Hi baby! What are you doing? 💕"

You instantly smiled, he was on a vacation with his best friends, and you missed him so much.

"Nothing, I just took a shower." you texted back.

"Can I have the proof? ;)"

You gasped at his reply, but you took a mirror selca, your hand was trying to hide your naked chest.

"Geez! You're making me horny."

You chuckled, wearing your pajamas, before texting him back:

"You asked, babe"

You waited a few seconds for his response:

"FaceTime? I want to see you."

You agreed, laying on your stomach, under the blanket of your bed.

"Hi Sannie! How are you doing?"

"I think... uhm..."

"What? What's going on?"

"I shouldn't have asked you that picture." He chuckled, covering his red face with his hands.

You laughed, and rested your chin on the pillow.

"I turned you on?? My baby's so sensitive haha."

"With that body of yours... you reminded me the night before my departure."

You sighed, feeling your pussy getting wetter, at the memory of that.

"Yeah... i miss you so much." you whispered at him, looking into his eyes, through the screen.

San chuckled, sitting on the chair of his room, placing the phone on the desk.

"You miss me, or do you miss my cock??"

You laughed out loud.

"Don't talk like that! You're making me horny, too!"

You said hiding your face, shyly.

San smirked, then he pretended to sigh.

"Aish, I miss the feeling of your pussy clenching around my dick so much, baby..."

"Shh! Your friends will hear you."

"I don't care! I'm in a critical moment!"

You chuckled, he didn't know how to act, and it made you smile seeing him in that way.

"Jerk you off, then." you proposed.

"How about a sex call??"

You opened your eyes widely, at the idea.

"Are you serious??" You asked.

"Yeah... if you're comfortable with that, but I need to see you naked, if I have to masturbate."

You thinked about it a few seconds, before nodding and taking your blanket off of yourself.

You looked at him, and sensually took off your silk jersey, showing your naked tits, and started massaging them.

He moved closer to his phone, admiring them.

"Fuck, you're always so gorgeous, i love you."

You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid a moan.

"I wish you were here, sucking on my nipples, like you always do..." you murmured.

"God, I would love it..."

You laughed, a small moan left your mouth,too.

"Baby, you're so hot... Can you take off your shorts too? Please..." He asked.

You nodded, you turned back, showing him your ass, after taking off them.

"Do you want me to show you my wet pussy?"

"Wait until I get naked too." San replied, hiking his t-shirt up.

"Fuck, I love your abs, it makes me so horny."

He laughed, unzipping his jeans and dragging them down.

"I know! Seems like you prefer my chest than my dick..."

You chuckled, and took off your panties, you turned back again, positioning yourself in a doggy style, letting him see your wet pussy.

"Holy shit, I'm getting so hard for you."

You started twerking slightly, and bouncing on your pillow.

"You would like to be under me right now, don't you?" You said, feeling his breath stopping at the sight.

"Let me lock the door before stroking myself."

He stood up, heading towards the door.

After a few seconds, he sat down again, looking at you.

"So... Are you ready?" You asked.

"Someone's impatient?" He asked back, giggling.

"Sorry, can't wait to see you pleasuring yourself."

He dragged his hand under his boxers, and started touching himself under them, not letting you to see what was happening under the fabric of his underwear.

"Come on Sannieee... please?" You begged him.

"Mmm, what?" He murmured a moan, his dick already hard for his own hand.

"Let me see your pretty cock, pleaase!"

"Mmm... only if you touch yourself too."

You sighed.

"Uff, why?"

"C'mon! It'll be fun! Jerking ourselves, hearing our loud moans as we're reaching our high together."

You thought for a few seconds...

"Mmm it sounds... fun."

"Yeah it is! Now let me see your fingers rubbing around your cutie pie."

"Na-ah, take your boxers off first."

He nodded, impatiently dragging them down, his red cock standing up, his veins pulsing.

You saw some drops of pre-cum swiping over his tip. You rolled your eyes back, not sure if you wanted to watch or not, that was just making you so horny, and missing him more.

He couldn't wait more, so he started stroking himself roughly, causing him a loud moan.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!"

You looked at him, with desire:

"How is it? Do you like it daddy?"

"I wish you could fuck me like this, now."

His breath was heavy, his hands keeped thrusting around his dick. You stood up and opened the bedside drawer, taking the lubricant, and laying on your bed again.

You opened it and spilled a little on your fingers, showing them to him.

"Want to watch me while you're fucking yourself?" you asked, chuckling.

"Yes baby, please touch your pussy at my speed."

You nodded, and started rubbing your clit as quickly as he was wrapping his right hand around his cock, up and down.

You moaned loudly, for the pleasure you were making feel yourself.

"Shit! It feels so good, isn't it baby?" San asked you. The sound of your fingers rubbing at your wet clit, made San so horny, that he almost came only for it.

"B-baby i think im cumming, fuuck!" He moaned.

"Yeah daddy, let your friends know how is my naked body making you feel so good." you smirked, grabbing the phone and positioning it right under your tits.

"Fuck im gonna orgasm-"

"C'mon be a good boy and scream my name."

His pace sped up even more, his hand jerking him off relentlessly, making him unable to breath. His body started shaking, as he reached his climax.

"Y-yes! Fuck!" he punched the desk, by the pleasure, his eyelashes pressing at each other as he tried to close his eyes forcefully.

"Mmmmm! Fuck! Y/N! Yes!" he screamed, his cum swiping over his dick, as he continued to stroke himself, not wanting to stop.

"Damn San that's so hot, shit I would love licking your cum off of your cock."

He laughed, weakly, then he licked his index finger.

"How does it taste???" you asked, craving for being there with him.

"So good, kitten."

You looked again at your drawer, intensely.

"Sannie..."

"Yeah?" He replied, dressing up again.

"I-i bought a dildo."

His smile, was replaced by a small pout.

"W-why? I'm not enough for you...? I-I'm not enough big?"

"What? No nono! San you're perfect... it's just that, I bought it for this kind of moment, when I'm alone and I crave for you..."

"What do you mean?"

"I would think of you while using it. And I really want to try it now..."

He thought for a few seconds, before replying.

"Sweetie... it's almost 1 a.m. you really need to sleep, i perfectly know you go to bed at 3 a.m. but this time you really need to rest, please do it for me."

"But Saann! Im not sleepy."

"Yeah you are, I can't tell it by your tired face."

"Aish"

"Listen babe, how about tomorrow you send me a video of you playing with your new toy? I'll send you a video of me at gym, while i work out shirtless."

You giggled, smiling.

"Okey... I'll go to sleep!"

"Good girl, thank you for tonight, it was amazing."

"Thank you, too! Good night Sannie."

"Good night, my baby."

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I published more ff, if you want to, you can read them, too. If you have any requests/ ideas for a future ff or pov, don't be shy! Let me know in the comments!

[shentheauthor]

That last ask got me wondering...can I request headcanons for how the Harbingers would react if their S/O gave them flowers? 👀💐

Hell yeah let’s go (slight angst on Signora’s)

Pierro: thanks you softly and sincerely. Those flowers will be put in the nicest spot in his office for everyone to see. I hc that he likes gardening, so he would try to plant them and regrow them if he can. He is not immune to old timey rizz

Capitano: Honestly he would not expect it at all. He isn’t really the type people are “soft” for, but by god he is soft for you. He’s on the move constantly, so he doesn’t really have a safe place to put them, but he’ll keep them safe as long as he can

Dottore: “Hm, fascinating” headass NRKHKEKG. He would press the flowers and dry them to keep them as bookmarks. He might also cast them in resin as paperweights. Living things don’t tend to stay living around him for long, but he’ll preserve them in his own way. He will also lecture you on their exact classification and how the flowers’ structures work, whether you want him to or not

Columbina: weaves the flowers into a flower crown and has you wear it. She would love to see them catch the eye of other people. She isn’t easily jealous, so she takes pride in people seeing that you’re hers. Shockingly sweet for someone who keeps her emotions close to her chest

Arlecchino: she also displays the flowers in her office. She’ll snap at anyone who so much as breathes on them. A recruit lost his fingers bc he dared to touch the flowers. Arle isn’t the romantic type, but she cherishes any gift you give her

Pulcinella: another old timer, also not immune to old timey rizz. He has a big ol nose for a reason, and he will use it. Those flowers will be well cared for, and he will be v happy that he got them

Scaramouche: He’s the tsundere of the bunch, so he won’t accept the flowers if they’re given to him around anyone else, but if you’re alone, he’d give a quiet, flustered “thank you.” Followed by some narcissism bc “of course this offering won’t suffice in the future, but this is fine for now.” Asshole (affectionate)

Sandrone: She also preserves the flowers, but she’ll find a way to turn them into machines… somehow. You are very, very lucky if she hasn’t turned you into a puppet as well. Still, she appreciates the gift, and she WILL murder anyone who touches the flowers (unless it’s you) without hesitation

Signora: Rostam used to give her flowers. It would take a lot of effort to get her to open up her heart again, but if you succeed, the relationship will always have a hint of sadness behind it. She cherishes every gift, bc it may just be your last. She will keep those flowers alive at all costs, bc she doesn’t want to lose anything that has to do with you

Pantalone: money is the most important thing to him (besides you, hopefully), but he loves gifts anyway. It strokes his ego, but it also comes from a place of love he isn’t used to receiving. He especially appreciates it if the flowers are hand-picked and not bought from a store. Time is money, and taking time out of your day to do smth so small for him is touching. He will spoil you after

Tartaglia: MAN. This man is cheesy. He is CORNY. He will write you a love poem in return, deadass. He will take you flower picking. He will serenade you. This man canonically does theater, you CANNOT tell me he wouldn’t be the corniest motherfucker in a relationship (I’m projecting onto him). He will wear the flowers in his hair until they shrivel and die, and then he’ll just ask you for more so he can wear them again. He’ll take them out on the job so they don’t get ruined (and also for his reputation), but away from prying eyes, those things will not leave his hair

Hope you like these! I’m thinking ab opening up an ask blog tbh, just to reduce clutter here. We’ll see if I get the motivation and time to run it!

[freeuselandonorris]

yes and smth else that comforts me in my own personal fitness journey is seeing that even for male athletes it takes them years of working out to achieve a certain physique —even with 24/7 dedicated staff, personal diet plans, and a whole career modeled around their bodies/fitness. If even for them it takes years and years, imagine for “normal” people!

👏 say it louder!!! i think this is such a toxic mindset that a lot of people are indoctrinated into through no fault of their own thanks to bullshit capitalism and influencers and the industrial wellness complex, this idea that you can just drink flat tummy tea or do a couple pilates sessions a week and you’ll magically have 10% body fat and abs of steel. and then it’s SO fuckin demoralising when you don’t! and then it’s so easy to spiral into hating yourself and perceiving yourself as weak or a failure, or punishing yourself.

historically i have had a bad bad bad relationship w my body that culminated in a relatively bad eating disorder in my late teens. it’s taken me years and years to get past that mindset (i still had to ask my PT to not tell me my scale weight this morning) but the biggest eye-opener was when i did start working out regularly and building my strength, and realised that even though my body felt transformed in terms of what it can handle, it a) doesn’t look that much different bc I haven’t cut alongside it and b) it takes SO much longer than you realise to change your body sustainably and healthily. it’s been three years for me and i’m only now starting to see/feel genuine progress, and that’s why i’ve started with a trainer bc i’m at the point now where i want guidance and i want to be pushed. but even that is a bigggg financial commitment (with gym, pole studio and PT i’m spending over £300 a month which is not small change for me!!) and it’s required me to make lifestyle sacrifices and changes even to see small payoffs. but i’m at the point now where i’m doing it bc i’m loving the process rather than forcing myself thru it for results, which is the biggest and best change for me even more than having slightly more hench shoulders

SORRY this was an absolute essay you didn’t ask for lmao but i feel very passionate about this!!

side note i’m also desperate to write an essay about the congruities between kink (esp BDSM) and strength training but i fear that one may have to be worked out thru fic at some point

[beefboyandbabygirl]

my fic timelines (for fun) !

SPOILERS FOR ALL MY CURRENTLY RELEASED FICS, just thought this would be fun for anyone that enjoys my stuff. You can kinda get an idea of what the fic is before it's y'know the full, completed thing. Sometimes I write down specific quotes I want in the story, and most of the time I also plot out the metaphors I want to use and stuff to sort of keep everything connected (but i have decided to forgo the metaphor-plotting). Also sometimes I end up changing things from how it's originally intended (just in case u read smth and ur like "thats not the way it was!"). the girl code one is soooar funny frs

*also shiver me timbers doesnt have a timeline bc its so short lol

GOODBYE, FOURTH OF JULY:

party-party sad

how yn and chan met + how yn is avoiding him during classes now, purposefully making herself late so she can sit with someone else and chan watches her intensely across the lecturehall 

chan FINALLY gets yn to his house while hes getting ready for a date. theres like a semi confrontation where hes like “i can tell your lying u kno” og yn er like… “no im nooooot” 

yn is soooooo depressed. so seungkwan and soonyoung and host an intervention (seungkwan is a second opinion)

chan develops a theory that someone mightve harassed yn at the party and he has heard women can b embarrassed ab that type of thing 

chan finally rips yn to his house and hes ANGRY bc shes been ignoring him and shes scared and feels bad and they have this big argument (“WHY WONT U LET ME HELP YOU”)  where she ends up confessing and chan realizes in that moment that hes in love with her too

super hot sex w praise and sweetness and desperation TIHIHIHIHIH

JUDAS IN THE WINDOW:

Yn comes home, thinks about chan blah blah sees him in window

Yn explroes the suburban ass town, sees the church is drawn to it. Is surprised to see chan in there WEARING A PRIEST UNIFORM. Naur. They talk a little. Sees the judas stained glass. Chan invites her to eat at his house also invites her to like church get together in 2 days

Yn eats dinner at his house, finds out he BOUGHT IT OFF HIS PARENTS WHEN THEY WANTED TO MOVE. CRAZY. A lot of tension and maybe a small argument bc of their differences and how yn kinda judges him for staying the same in the same place and how chan kinda judges her for being a whore n shit 

Yn still comes to the get together much to chans surprise! She keeps trying to apologize but ppl KEEP getting in the way! So chan is like just wait here until after the thing and shes like ok lmao. 

Chan and yn sex scene but first they gotta like. Talk out their differences. “I always felt a bit like judas” 

“I can’t tell if its you or god I turned my back to” you laugh

He watches you with an unreadable expression. “Maybe both,” he whispers. 

GIRL CODE:

at a party, yn and the girlies and dare i say mingyu find woozis book hes always writing in. after much debate, they decide to open it, and what in gods name. its the girl code. the girlies r outraged. thats for girls only. they dont confront woozi, as he has left (he forgot the book lmao).

yn and the girlies confront woozi after class in a secluded classroom. they interrogate. woozi, usually cold and cynical, cracks under the pressure of vicious angry girls and admits. hes writing it down so he knows how to approach his crush. yn is sad. 

yn thinking over her relationship with woozi. yeri (roommate) is annoyed bc she can hear her thinking (outrageous). flashback to the party where woozi #fucked her and shes wondering if it was really that long ago (it was). 

the girls have adopted woozi, and yn kinda thinks its torture bc now she is sad around him (and v insecure bc DOES NO ONE WANT HER?). but they coo and they love him bc hes such a sweet boy, and they’re giving him tips while theyre doing their makeup for a night out  and hes writing it down diligently. he asks her if shes ok. shes a little taken aback. yeah i am. 

another night of helping woozi and adopting him. mingyu wants 2 join but hes NOT one of the girls and hes all whiny and sad about it bc he does NOT want to go out with seungcheol and jeonghan again theyre mean. too bad. ur not woozi. this is for woozi and girls only. i imagine woozi pulls yn to the side and asks her directly like. i know ur not okay. i can tell. there’s something wrong. yn is like. i dont want to talk about it. woozi is like fine queen. 

mingyu (who is closest to yn) WANTS TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING IN WITH THE ADOPTED WOOZI THING. hes asking her over lunch and shes all angry ab it. she finally spills that hewas writing down notes for his crush and now shes sad bc  she kinda likes him and thought they had smth going on. mingyu is shook. he partially thinks the whole girl code book is rlly funny but he also feels bad. he buys her a froyo. 

at another party and mingyus mission is to get yn laid so shes no longer insecure and so she can get over woozi. introduces her to wonwoo and they talk at the party. while theyre talking yn notices woozi storming off from the party and putting two and two together, she figures things probably went south w his crush. she catches up to him outside the party and hes all angry and buff and doesnt want to talk to her. a heated discussion w jealousy and woozi finally confesses by being like. ok wait and he goes into a random garden and picks out a couple of flowers and start reciting the confession script on his phone. yn is like. noar way. shes shook and doesnt say anything and so woozi starts being all apologetic like. i know its not roses and i know its not exactly the setting you guys told me- yn kisses him tihi. they kiss then have the sex. its great. jealous sex. yum.

I ❤️ DILFS / GOOD GIRL:

Bff Giselle convinces yn to go to seokmins party invite (and bring her) and also idk maybe seokmin and vernon and her as a kid flashbacks? - establishes yns character, and also seokmins kindaaa

At the party and jeonghan flirts w her haaaarddd and seokmin is like lmao stay away from her and then brings her to his room where she’s safe and they talk ab what they’ll do in the fall break and they realize they’ll both be at dorm during holiday and then they’re like we should hang out fo sho

They hang out the first day and there’s like an ooopsie moment like hm idk what yet, maybe like seokmin remembers from childhood that’s she’s ticklish and he tickles her and they’re wrestling and he ends up on top of her (sexual tension tihi)

They hang out again and they drink? and yn ends up spilling that she’s bad at masturbating…. N he teaches her while they watch porn….. hot (smut frs) 

Next day again and yn is insisting on returning the favor but seokmin is v v sweet and in luv n is like noarrr but yn insists and then she gives him a blowjob  

Yn facetimes vernon and it makes her feel like a whore and tells him she doesn’t want to do it anymore over text (she’s afraid if she sees him shell abandon all modesty and jump his bones) and they don’t see each other that day - conflict 

Seokmin at her door. She only lets him in when he says sum shit like “I need to know I didn’t make you uncomfortable”. Then they confess their feelings and they have fr sex (also virgin mode, #firsttime, #dickomode) 

i hav 2 more completed timelines, but the fics arent done yet >:)))

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

I noticed earlier you posted and stuff. I was mid-writing, but I just wanted to make sure you were ok. (Now finished and my brain literally wants to go jump into cold water and lowkey drown-) Honestly, I can understand the point of how you can feel like based on a fic. Honestly, who hasn't felt it as a writer? And the fact that shit we like/are passionate abt becomes a flop. It's confusing, 'cause writing should be full of you being passionate, but instead, it's basically getting slapped in the face like:

"Bitch, what is this?" "Me liking smth a lot? Me enjoying writing this?" "Ew." 38 likes.

Literally, it feels like that at points. Sometimes it feels like you shouldn't even feel passionate to write if you're gonna literally get 20 - 50 likes you wrote about 4k words on. Or that nobody even tries to socialize with you. I thought I'd at least get one ask already abt SOMETHING. ANYTHING. I'm still waiting, even with 100 followers now. I know, that's like high expectations, but now I don't honestly care abt it.

Sometimes I hate the fact I have to sexualize Leon in certain ways to be liked. I literally hate Respect Your Elders sm, you don't even understand. Yes, it feels like him, but at the same time, I look at it and feel disgusted. I know, basically started writing two-ish weeks ago, but I'm already getting into the mindset of looking at my past writing and going "icky". I honestly feel pressured to write like others and it sucks. It's a never-ending cycle for certain feelings, and it's so bfcuiewsdjkcnx!? LIKE, WHY CAN'T I ENJOY IT!?

But, in the end, sooner than later... You will be able to grow a small following. Looking at people like thevirgincherry, nexysworld, or explorevenus honestly inspires me. I know it might not inspire you, but honestly, write whatever you want. It's hard to break the mindset of likes/reblogs/interacting = worth. I still have yet to break that cycle, but slowly it's getting broken.

And no, it isn't exactly your period talking for you. Ok, maybe but mostly no. You're being honest about how you feel, and that's honestly valued by a lot of people. It may not seem like it at this point in time, but it feels human. It's a small thing people value a LOT. I know this may not exactly help you or exactly do whatever you wanted it to do. I'm just happy I can relate to someone about this.

About the commission part too, btw, I understand that. Honestly, I don't want to do commissions, but I can understand why a lot of people do it. To know someone actually LIKES your writing, like they get up, EXCITED, happy, WHATEVER! Literally fills every single writer with joy. Sure, you may not be getting vocal support, but I know without a doubt someone would smile, or their day gets brightened because you posted.

I just wanted to send smth in case you still felt bad! Idrc if you delete/post/answer/privately answer sooooo. But I hope you feel slightly better reading this!

(Tumblr pls send this mf I sat here for abt 10 min.)

thank you for sending this! (it kinda was my period tho lol i just started crying ab nothing) i'm totally fine, i am just sometimes cringe and not in the cute and quirky way. i need to learn to be normal about posting my writing. usually, i don't like the things that i write, but w/ daddy all along it's such a personal thing and i also enjoyed writing and like the finished product, so i care too much about what everyone thinks of it. and i don't care about fame or money, but i do want friends :( i want people to talk to about stuff, y'know? and one day (once i get better at writing lol) i want to be someone's favorite writer, i want someone to cry while they're reading my stuff, i want someone to beg me for updates. i've read certain fics that have made me audibly sob and i wish i could write that well. there's a fic that i've been reading that i love so much and i check my email all the time hoping it'll be updated. i have my fave fics downloaded to my computer so i can highlight the parts i like. one fanfic inspired me to write fanfiction and actually post it. like i'm in awe of some people. so, i put dual emphasis on everything. obv most of my works are smut so i don't expect them to emotionally affect people but i was crying while i wrote the ending of daddy all along so i want it to be emotionally evocative ig but yeah, i seek both to be liked as a person and for my writing to be liked and i just need to chill sometimes.

<3

[spaceyflowerswriting]

I posted 241 times in 2022

(this shit is so long bc it kept my long ass writings so im putting it under a keep reading mark 😭)

That's 241 more posts than 2021!

233 posts created (97%)

8 posts reblogged (3%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 241 of my posts in 2022

#lookism x reader - 105 posts

#requests - 92 posts

#answers - 53 posts

#viral hit x reader - 48 posts

#how to fight x reader - 47 posts

#james lee x reader - 30 posts

#james lee - 30 posts

#dg lookism - 29 posts

#love letter - 28 posts

#juntae anon - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#help. im sorry if it sounds like i was insulting u thru goo's thoughts im sure ur wonderful and amazing but goo's just a bitch so.. 😭😭😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

reader giving small pecks on the boys lips until he asks for a real kiss <3!!!! they practically beg and pout about it 🤣 thanks bye bye (headcanons,reactions etc)

Danny,Jake,Vasco,Johan,Zack

giving 'em pecks until they ask for a kiss

details: gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: thank u for the request ^_^ ! (this was written assuming reader's trying to play a trick on their lover; im not 100% sure thats what the request is asking 😭)

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daniel

> he always appreciates a little sweetness from you :]

> would not catch on to what you're doing

> well. maybe if you drag it out for long enough, but mostly he's just like, "my partner isn't doing this on purpose, right...?"

> he'd try his best to not ask for an actual kiss to avoid sounding "greedy" but he'd give in eventually and quietly ask for one <3

> gets very pouty and embarrassed when he finds out you were trying to get him to ask for a kiss 💔

> "you're a bully... T_T"

jake

> expresses his love physically so he appreciates when you give that kind of love back in the form of pecks!

> may or may not pick up on your trick. if he does, he likes playing along 💖

> actually he will straight up turn the tables on you LOL you're trying to embarrass him by making him beg for a kiss? no problem, he'll beg, but he'll be super dramatic and cringey about it so good luck if you both happen to be in public ★

> sometimes he'll be normal though <3 like trapping you into a hug and just going, "c'mon, just one proper kiss on the lips, please~?" and as soon as he gets what he wants, you're free to go ^_^

> returns the favor but does this trick during his own time as well <3

> if he somehow never picks up on your trick, then he will genuinely pout and ask you to give him a real kiss

vasco

> for an (unintentionally) showy man, he actually enjoys the little things in life and prefers pecks over kisses!

> still, if you make it look like you're going in for a kiss, only to give him a peck, he'll just go "??? weren't you going to kiss me? :D"

> if that doesn't make you want to kiss him already because he's so darn cute and you instead continue to deny it, then he will get pouty later <3

> may get unironically dramatic if you push the joke for long enough; think of him kneeling while holding your hand with both of his and going, "my dear, why do you refuse to kiss me...? have i done something wrong...?!"

> overall he doesn't really make a big deal out of it though because it never even crosses his mind that you would play a trick like that, or that a trick like that even exists lol

> even if he does find out, he just laughs it off because he knows it's just teasing~

johan

> he's highkey touch starved so he welcomes your pecks with Very open arms

> only notices something is off if you're usually not that physically affectionate

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#4

Some headcanons with reader admiring the boys abs and muscles and teasing them about it Jake Samuel Vasco Danny Eli sorry if i passed the limit or smth you can take vasco out if you want :))))

You can write about their reactions too

admiring their muscles

details: gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: thanks for the request~ 💕 + u can check my request rules if ur worried about the limit but ur fine T_T !

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jake

> he'll notice the second you start admiring his figure and tease you before you can even start your own teasing of him (even if you do, he's not that affected by your words)

> this man will literally put on a show for you

> mainly in the form of flexing and getting reeeeaal close to you. you're already staring, why don't you get a closer look~?

> it depends on the mood but his flirtiness either comes off as cringey or him trying to rile you up lol

> honestly, he loves whenever you admire him. it's good for his ego and gives him an excuse to tease you (not that he needs one 💖)

> sometimes he even strategically places himself in a place where he knows you'd be able to stare just so he can tease you ^_^

samuel

> this guy wears comically tight shirts nearly 24/7. you can ogle at him whenever you want

> samuel's a hit or miss when it comes to him teasing you back, but he definitely notices every time you stare

> sometimes he'll stare back! sometimes he'll ask in a rather sultry voice, "do you need something?" sometimes he'll just ignore you <3

> when he feels like entertaining you, he'll often reflect your teases with arrogant things like, "oh, you don't say?" otherwise he's not really affected lol

> acts like he doesn't care whenever you give him this kind of lighthearted attention but he does care. a little bit. only because it's you <3

> if you want a blushy samuel--you have a better chance achieving that by showing him genuine kindness/trust instead of teasing him about how hot his muscles are!

vasco

> think about the most dense object in the world. now multiply that by two and you have vasco's amount of denseness

> you really do have to be straightforward with your teasing or else vasco is going to misinterpret you for friendliness (as in, no romantic intentions, even though you two are dating) or possibly even making fun of him ("are you... downplaying the effort i put into my muscles? :(")

> once he does realize, he'll get a little embarrassed but prideful because his loving partner is complimenting him <3 he appreciates the fact that you're admiring his muscles either way !!

> 100% compliments you back but in his own... unique, charming way, you know?

> "would you like to touch my muscles? since you are such a big fan of them ^_^" <- might sound flirty but you know he means it in the most innocent way

> finds your teasing/admiration cute :]

daniel

> will always get flustered when you tease him, but the intenseness of said feeling decreases the more he gets used to dating you~

> mostly just a stammering mess

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189 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#3

thoughts on taehun and hickeys. not even in a sexual way, like affectionately. i think he’d be into it!

taehun seong and hickeys

details: gender neutral reader, general canon au, you and taehun have been dating for a while already

a/n: thank u for the request, anon~ and yes u are absolutely right >:]

×

> you just had to know what you were walking into the second you agreed to dating taehun

> like. he's not called a "nutjob" for nothing lol

> he doesn't mess with you all the time, of course, but when he's in the mood to, it's... really something.

> one of the things he does to mess with you is definitely giving you hickeys. i'd imagine bite marks aren't too behind 😭

> it's a "surprise attack" kind of thing <3

> he always does it when he manages to get your guard down, too 😔 ex: cuddling together and suddenly he's giving you a neck kiss aw how cute--nevermind, the bastard's intending to leave a mark 💢

> once you start noticing his patterns, he's definitely going to try to find different ways to catch you offguard lol

> but seriously if he knows the hickeys could get you in actual trouble (like, if you have overly protective parents or something), he'll tone down a bit. would still try leaving hickeys in places that wouldn't be seen easily tho

> otherwise he's happy to show you off and the hickeys. 100% also does this to make hobin and co uncomfortable because it's funny to him

> "yeah, you see that hickey there? we were getting at it last night. bet you losers wish you were getting some action, too" [in reality, you two had spent the night watching a movie and taehun "attacked" you out of boredom]

> btw good luck trying to get back at the guy because 1. chances are you're probably shorter than him and 2. he almost always has his guard up as a general thing

> if you do manage to give him a hickey back, though... he'll just reciprocate with twice the enthusiasm <3

> also, if you're lucky, taehun will take psychic damage if you give him a hickey he can't cover up for whatever reason and his dad manages to see it (hansu is one of the few people who can easily embarrass him ^_^)

> he might leave you alone for a little bit after that. might. but again, he will bite back twice as hard <3

197 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#2

bastard (taehun seong x reader)

details: fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader but written 2nd pov, general canon world au, you and taehun have been dating for a good while already

summary: taehun is a shameless pervert

a/n: inspired by this post !

particularly this part LOL

×

When you noticed your boyfriend's pretty face a little bruised, you asked him about it. He shrugged and said he got in a "little fight" at the arcade. That made you sigh and drag him by his collar to sit down on a couch.

"I'm fine," he insisted with a grumble, but you ignored him and went off to find a first aid kit. When you came back, he continued to grumble as you unpacked the kit and took out an ointment for bruises. You gave him a light lecture even though you knew he wasn't going to be listening. Maybe one day he would.

Eventually you moved upwards on his face and had difficulty applying the medicine on to the side of his forehead due to his height. It made you complain, "Ugh, will you just lean downwards so I can reach that spot there?"

Taehun looked you straight in the eyes as he straightened up even more. In retaliation, you huffed and straightened up as well. Now standing on your knees, you put an arm around his nape and jerked him downwards, catching him by surprise.

"The hell...?"

You lowered him with you as you properly sat back down. You didn't even care about how his back might be hurting from leaning down so much because of how bratty he was acting.

"Don't move," you warned, before putting a bit of the ointment on your finger. You then brushed away some of his bangs and began to apply the medicine.

"Hmph." A pause. And then as if said with a smirk, "Well, actually, I guess this ain't too bad."

Uh oh. You did not like that tone one bit.

You finished up applying the medicine before glancing downwards and realizing you had unintentionally brought his face close to your chest. Your face began to warm up.

"Taehun, you perv--!" You didn't get a chance to finish before he practically tackled you down on the couch, not even sparing a second to lay the side of his face on your chest. His arms also quickly locked around your torso, preventing you from escaping.

"Hey, you did it first," he smugly stated, adjusting his head's position to presumably lay more comfortably, but it honestly just felt like he was taking the chance to rub his face against your chest.

"I didn't mean to!" you protested, feeling beyond embarrassed. You were struggling to escape from underneath him.

"Uh-huh."

You groaned at his sarcasm and then squirmed a bit more before giving up. Laying still, you simply said, "Ah, fuck it. I'm trapped."

Taehun chuckled. "You finally accepted your fate."

"Yes." You semi-lightly whacked his head.

"Good. It was fun when you were wriggling around though."

Your face heat up again and you blurted, "I can't believe I agreed to date you."

"And I am beyond grateful you did," he replied as condescendingly as possible.

You let out a deep sigh.

264 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

make some headcanons with the boys leaning down to give their fem s/o a kiss on the cheek <3 and she holds his face and gives him a big smooch on the lips lmao thought it was cute.

Danny,Eli,Zack,Jake and Vasco pls you can take zack out if is too much. Thx!

lookism boys leaning down to give reader a kiss

details: fluffy headcanons, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: sure, anon!! its a very cute scenario <3 and i only write for genderneutral, please check request rules T_T

the headcanons kind of came out as mini scenarios themselves;; hope that still works for you !

×

daniel

> ever since you two started your date, he's been wanting to lean down and kiss your cheek as a dating milestone for him but his nervousness kept stopping him

> believe me, he's attempted like 5 times but whenever you turned his way he'd straighten back up and exclaim something like, "n-nice weather out today, huh?"

> eventually he gets the courage to towards the end of the date out of a last minute pressure

> it's a quick, shy peck and he backs away pretty fast. his initial reaction is to scream internally and then feel proud of himself before immediately apologizing to you if the kiss was bad

> you just smile and cup his cheeks, gently leading him back down to give him a loving kiss on the lips as reassurance <3 he melts into the kiss and becomes like a lovesick puppy!

> when you two part and he heads home, he's rolling around in his blanket thinking about how much he likes you and how he can't believe you like him, too <3

eli

> being one of the few (the only? lmao) men with actual romantic experience, kisses come much more naturally and casually to him

> simple kisses are an easy way for him to be physically affectionate, alongside holding your hand

> so, it's not uncommon for him to greet you with a kiss! especially if you two have been apart for a while. he'll stroll over to you and lean down to kiss your cheek.

> "i missed you."

> of course, you missed him, too, but today the feeling was just stronger than usual. before he straightens back up, you hold his face in place before giving him a smooch on the lips <3

> he's pleasantly surprised, but kisses you back, smiling into the kiss. when he pulls away, he cups your face back and adds an extra kiss on your forehead while chuckling~

zack

> the kiss came as a surprise to both of you honestly

> at a carnival date, you end up scoring a high score with one of the games and he leans down to smooch your cheek before pulling away to exclaim in joy

> it's only after his adrenaline sizzles away does he realize what he did. he tries to play it cool though, like it was totally planned

> it's easy for you see through the act though and you decide to grab a hold of his face and kiss him on the lips in a sort of teasing way <3

> despite his shock, he doesn't waste a second before kissing you right back. when you pull away, he's grinning like a lovesick fool

> "if i win you a prize at a different game, will you kiss me again?"

jake

> he's very playful so he's almost always leaning down, pretending he's about to do something important when all he does is give your cheek a quick kiss (and occasionally he runs off after lol)

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675 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

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[zushimart]

hi idk if this is a weird ask or not bc im half asleep but i just wanted to say that i started following u on my old blog in late 2022 like maybe december and your posts about bpd scara made me feel so seen. i wasn't diagnosed then but it was recently on the table as a diagnosis for me all of a sudden and it was terrifying because i feel like pwbpd are demonized and hated everywhere i look. and just like scrolling thru ur bpd scara tag was like looking at a diary of my own mind or smth. so it was really new to me to see someone talk about borderline as something that brings love and pain into our lives and not just as some scary evil-people diagnosis. like ur definitely my fav writer on this app by far but also u make me feel really validated in my emotions i guess? wow idk sorry like i actually have no idea how to describe it but hopefully u can read minds ‼️ 🤞 i have since been diagnosed with bpd with a criteria score of 9/9 so 😳 idk where id be rn in september 2023 if i hadn't sort of started to learn to love myself from your writings exploring a character. so yea this is probably a strange ask so feel free to ignore it. also im going on anon bc im scared of interacting w ppl. ALSO U R SO FUNNY ND YOUR HUMOR/RANDOM FUNNY TAGS FEEL SO SIMILAR TO MY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

this is such an open & genuine thing to say to me . i like had to sit with it for a second because it was so .. idk like how to communicate it . my devaluation of ths blog is pretty frequent, treating it sort of like a big boy version of the 2000s children’s diaries with locks.. my thoughts tossed in here nd piled nd piled nd piled, endlessly messy. nd it objectively is a writing blog , like yeah, on a surface level, i own& maintain a writing blog, but i would never tell people that. when people ask my hobbies i always say writing & ill show them my poetry pieces but i never tell them i have a blog because im kind of embarrassed by the very seriously delusional self indulgence i pour into this thing . but then i hear about.. like, for ex. we learned ab and have to maintain our own commonplace book in class, which is essentially where people collected anything and everything they felt needed to be archived from their day and tucked it into the pages of a journal . like how thomas jefferson’s commonplace book will have his serious philosophical & political ramblings side by side a recipe for cornbread because it was just a place to put everything big & small . the practical & the theoretical. just, whatever Means something to u. and leisure, indulgence, pleasure r concepts just as important as virtues imo. anyway i say all this to say that what u said to me makes me want to treat everything better, even this place. it like, makes me feel really proud of my writing& analyses that i might normally b quick to label as inconsequential or childlike because im scared people will think i care too much about something so culturally insignificant. but i do care!! obviously!! a lot. i was like kind of bummed today for a number of reasons frm feeling a bit isolated to feeling like living out my principles& ideals (connecting w community, peer centered thinking etc etc) is almost impossible because im sooo freaking shitty at social convention. so when u sent this in & i read it, it was almost like when ur spacing out nd someone snaps 🫰🫰 in front of ur face to get ur attn. so busy trying 2 b significant to someone to realize that u Already are significant in a myriad of little ways. that it’s not something u search for or insert urself into but rather an inevitable outcome of existing. Anyway . not to b sentimental but i wanted 2 b as candid with u because i really did think it was sweet of u to share & im really happy that i was able 2 positively shape & support a little space of ur life because really thats all i ever want to do. Soooooooooo if ur ask was weird then my response is even weirder. Handwritten thank u:

[chil2de]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 — kaeya, diluc, childe, thoma.

be an insufferable brat in your own time, piss off whoever you want with your idiosyncrasies as an obvious ploy for cock. just maybe don’t do it in front of them? they really do know better.

a/n: mhm. go ahead n act surprised like no one was expecting me to write for genshin after verbally gushing ab thoma for days. kudos to my beta readers, u guys r the best<333 also. wanted to include xiao but i’m only adv rnk 25 lmaooaoao i know nothing abt that man.

tags: size kink + reader is mentioned to be small / petite in frame, degradation + use of ‘whore’, spanking, slight dumbification, if you squint really very hard thoma’s has a tinge of sadism in it, use of pet names (sweetheart, angel, princess), absolute default and a must of childe using ‘girlie’, unprotected sex, mentions of blowjobs, pussy playing, dacryphilia, ruined orgasms, objectification in childe’s + reader being called a toy.

w.c: ~1.8k

— ## kaeya !!

straight up will not hesitate to put you in your place. he’s seen it all before and kaeya knows exactly what you’re attempting to draw out of him.

will probably effortlessly sweep you up off of your feet and proceed to carry you over his shoulder like a fucking sack of potatoes. you don’t weigh anything to kaeya, and he sure as hell is about to prove how much more stronger and dominant he is compared to your dainty little figure.

“No way. You didn’t actually think that would work, did you?” Kaeya jeers in that same arrogant, breathy tone that he always speaks in. Like there’s more that begs to be said, an underlying message or perhaps simple outright mockery. It’s tantalising, and he brings your nerves right on edge with the way his cold lips ghost the shell of your ear.

“Giving me the silent treatment? Of all people? Gotta say, this has to be your worst venture yet.” He murmurs and you can hear the smile heavy on him, even if you can’t physically see him. Kaeya’s got his hard chest nestled against your back, his legs caging you in at either sides whilst his dominant hand toys with your pussy. His long, bony and icy digits torturously tease your clit— brushing and touching your vulva ever so slightly. It makes the arousal in your lower abdomen soar, dull ache and those familiar butterflies come at an all time high because you need Kaeya to touch you.

“So tell me. Was it worth the price? Ignoring your precious captain all day?” Kaeya inquires, resting his jaw onto your shoulder. You assume he’s just going to relax there, but the devil on his shoulder coaxes Kaeya into gathering your shirt aside so that he can begin to suck and paint love bites onto your skin. You shake your head somewhat, still adamant that you’re not going to speak to him.

“No? Oh it wasn’t? Huh. So why’d you do it, angel? Were you perhaps.. bored? Did you want to pry a reaction out of me? That’s certainly sweet of you.”

“Little bit obsessive, might I add, but I won’t dive into that just yet. As for you? Wonder what we’ll do with you.” Kaeya adds nonchalantly before his hands roam and traverse up the thin fabric of your shirt, seizing your breasts and he cups his palms around the soft tissue promptly before pinching your nipples. You yelp in discomfort, perplexed at the foreign sensation and whether you enjoy the hint of pain or not.

“If you wanted to be dicked down, you could have just told me so. But the way things stand right now? Maybe you don’t deserve my cock at all.”

— ## diluc !!

hella impatient lmfaoo. genuinely doesn’t understand your cognitive functions. if you want to be dicked down, why don’t you just ask him?

like damn. thinks you two regressed in ur relationship n for a hot minute he thinks he said smth to piss you off. cause how else do you go from cryin and babbling around his cock the night prior to whatever bullshit you’re subjecting him to now?

“Are you ready to—“ Diluc halts himself in the frame of your bedroom, jacket trailing behind him and he’s at a complete loss for words.

“—You’re wearing that?” He inquires conspicuously, face scrunched into an emotion he can’t quite put a word on. It’s the skimpiest and shortest skirt he’d ever seen on you, and Diluc can’t even begin to fucking imagine how you got hold of such a travesty. There sure as hell aren’t any vendors selling such despicable atrocities in Monstadt, so where and how do you get off parading around with your entire ass practically hanging out?

“Well. Clearly I am. It’s on my legs, is it not?” You snap back at him through the reflection of your mirror, watching the way his face contorts and screws into morbid appaul.

“It’s inappropriate.” Diluc clears his throat, yet his gaze continues to meander towards the soft curve of where the plush of your thighs meet the dip of your ass.

“So stop staring, pervert.”

“If you didn’t want me to stare, you wouldn’t have worn this outfit. Stop acting like a victim and sit down.” Diluc barks, slumping himself onto the edge of your bed and patting his thighs. As he suspected, you’re not gonna listen to him regardless. The redhead manhandles you, flipping you over so that your weight distributes evenly across Diluc’s thighs. His hand flies to cup a fistful of your ass, promptly bunching the muscle up and giving you a small tap before his palm straight up connects with the skin. A loud slap! rings through the air and Diluc’s quick to shove your face into the sheets with his other hand to muffle your mewls.

“Diluc!” You plead, voice wobbly and uneven to your own ears,

“You were asking for it. Don’t look at me. You knew what you were getting into.” Diluc snorts, giving you no heeding before spanking your ass again.

“It’d probably be in your best interest if you kept quiet.” He threatens, adding on the fact that he’ll spank you harder for every time you attempt to thrash out of his control or if your voice gets too loud for his tastes. Besides, Diluc thinks that he much rather prefers the quiet, submissive side of you anyways.

— ## childe !!

number. fucking. one. brat tamer. you cannot convince me otherwise. you don't expect it out of him because he’s such a conniving and teasing little brat towards you that you’re unsure he’s even capable of being serious at times.

but when he makes the switch? ouch. he might just make you cry :/

One minute you’re bouncing your cunt up and down Childe’s cock, threatening to milk him dry with the way your warm walls clamp and grip around him— his breathy whines and strings of garbled, broken pitchy praises spill from between his plush lips effortlessly. Childe’s heads tilted back, jaw slack and his sturdy hands grip onto your ass to aid you in riding him.

But the very next minute? You’re sliding off of him just as fast as you were to sit on his dick initially.

Childe’s eyelids, which were previously blown, snap open and he lolls his head forward to glance at you with furrowed eyebrows and a lopsided smirk. It’s a concoction of half challenge, half grief.

“Fuuuck sakeee. What was that for?” Childe groans, voice scratchy and raw because he was so ready to paint your insides white with ropes of his warm cum. He’d worn down the fibres in his throat purely just chanting your name, how you take him like the “Good fucking whore that you are.”

“You can’t cum, Childe. I’m not gonna let you.” You state and he outright laughs.

“Think you’re so tough now, girlie? Saying I can’t cum? Fuck. You’re adorable. No, genuinely. You make my heart hurt.” Childe snides, egotistic grin laid thickly on him and he only wants to laugh more when you give him your best attempt at fury and impatience. Your cute little quivering lip, the crease in between your brows and how you glare at him through thick lashes.

“You’re so cute.” Childe remarks, once again, in an off handed manner without really thinking twice. He compliments you subconsciously, and this only makes matters worse.

“Stop calling me cute.” You bark at him, except Childe doesn’t waste any time in pulling you back onto his lap, pinning you down and his bruising grip digs into your waist so that you can’t physically get up. His free hand traps one of your ankles anyways, seizing the bone towards his mattress.

“Fine. Beautiful. Pretty. Handsome, even. You do have it all.” Childe muses, hot and sticky lips gluing towards your sensitive neck. Every time you writhe in his grasp, his calloused digits just curl into your flesh further. Every jolt of your hips leads your slicked cunt to slide and rock against his throbbing and hard cock underneath you.

Childe sighs in a breathy, wistful exhale. A small chuckle rips out of him, and you can tell instantly that it derives from the bottom of his chest, not like his other usual lighthearted and quick giggle fits.

“I love when you forget that you’re nothing more than a toy for me to use.”

— ## thoma!!

thoma wants nuthin but the best for you. thoma lets you crawl onto his lap any time of the day, even when he’s about to pass out from exhaustion but it’s okay. he wants you to lazily ride his cock, slide yourself up and down his thick shaft just so that your ceremonious moans can ring throughout his ears.

therefore, he’s lowkey disappointed. and he makes damn well sure you know that. he treats you with such gratuity and you’re just gonna act up in front of him? yikes. talk about ungrateful.

Thoma’s completely awestruck actually, so dumbfounded to the point where he can’t help but gawk at you with his lips agape, hands on his hips and both eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“I’m sorry?” He laughs, tone wheezy and fucking flabbergasted. There’s just no way.

Thoma’s been nothing but patient with you, always nursing you whenever you cry and writhe around his cock— how you complain and babble that ‘’s too big, ah! Too much!’ and he’ll only glance at you through his crinkled smile, cooing and reassuring you that you’ll take him just fine. Thoma will and always has given you the time of day to bury himself between your thighs whenever you’re stressed, aching from all the sheer amount of travelling on foot. Thoma is nothing short of generous, always giving and giving you his all because he wants to. He wants to make you feel good, treat you like the cute spoiled little princess that you are.

That’s why, when he softly reminds you to lay on your back for him, he doesn’t know how to respond when you outright reject him. It’s not even a case of preference because you’d usually be much sweeter towards Thoma about it.

“I said no. I’m not laying on my back. So why don’t you make me?” You retort, planting your stance firm as you nestle your spine up against the headboard.

“You want me to make you lay on your back?” Thoma reiterates, humour lacing his tone and he sounds shrill— almost as though he might burst out in laughter at any moment. In any case, his seemingly baseless mockery only fuels your ego further.

“Isn’t that what it sounds like? Or what? You can’t cause you’re scared you’ll hurt me?” You quip, lips curled devilishly because you just know you struck a nerve. You can see it in the way his smile fades almost immediately, features resetting into an uncharacteristic and stony deadpan. It’s only for a split second before Thoma lights up into a small hum as he effortlessly zeroes in on the rest of the space between you, strong hands seizing your thighs, repositioning and throwing you down onto the mattress with a thud. You try to defend against him, ride this out a little longer but Thoma’s just that much stronger than you.

“See, now. Here’s the thing..” Thoma begins, albeit sheepishly, his fingertips working to straight up rip your underwear off instead of gingerly removing the garment as per usual.

“You never really did fully take my cock in, sweetheart.” Thoma coos, knuckles brushing against the swell of your pretty cheeks. His breath hitches the same time yours does, and he’s in awe and absolute reverence over how fear paints your expression briefly.

Thoma’s digits trail down lazily until they latch against your lip, his thumb pulling down for mere seconds to take a peek at your mouth. He’s debating whether he should ruin your throat with his dick first or not. Then again, if he did choose to fuck you first, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy you struggling and gagging around his shaft nearly as much as he would if he’d made you suck him off first.

“So let’s see how much you’re gonna regret this, yeah?” He hums pleasantly, intentions read like a double-edged sword. His voice is so sweet, yet his thoughts are anything but. Thoma loves the way you gulp, swallowing the knot in your throat. All you’ve ever known is soft, playful Thoma who’s head over heels for you. Sometimes admittedly like a daft little lap dog, so now? When you can physically see in his lime green gaze that he’s going to ruin you and split you apart— how he’ll shove your dick down your throat till you can’t physically bear to breathe? It’s like you unleashed the demon from within him, fuelling his ever growing greed. The thought alone sends goosebumps traversing your skin from head to toe.

“‘Cause I’m not letting you adjust. Just a heads-up.” And there it is again, his threat and a pact of sorts, softened out by his loving nature at the very last second. Thoma’s most definitely going to tame his precious little brat. Soon enough you’ll be the one who’s usually begging for him, not the other way around.

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[thruthewire]

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[brisbookmark]

Pre TLT Luke Castellan hcs because that man has me in a chokehold

- He loves funnel cake

- Can and will kill for some good ass funnel cake, constantly sneaks out to carnivals to get some and he’ll have powdered sugar left on his face

- He screams in lowercase, idk how to explain that

- Luke has one game controller he uses, and refuses to use anything else- he just won’t play if he can’t use his (broken or whatever)

- the Stolls steal it sometimes to fuck with him

- He really sucks at Call of Duty but plays it anyways because it’s the only game they’ve been lucky enough to steal

- secretly always wanted to try Minecraft

- he loves keychains and collects them

- his best friend is Lee Fletcher, and god are they a duo

- Luke likes dog tags, he secretly thinks they’re really sexy so he gets one for himself to wear but he always loses it or leaves it in the shower or gets the chain tangled so it’s a mess

- he has a hot pink toothbrush, since the Stolls do all the hygiene runs and they just always bring him a pink one

- he’s cool with it

- He’s an Aquarius (rebel at heart, highly intelligent, independent and assertive, runs from emotional expression)

- he smells like sandalwood and vanilla on a good day

- when he’s writing a letter to someone cute or someone he likes he’ll add the curl on top of his a’s

- He always offers to get Dionysus beer or the closest thing he can cuz he’s nice like that (even if it doesn’t really work)

- His face scar isn’t the only one he has

- He’s got one across his shoulder, and some on his torso, man pretty much got mauled (makes more sense to me because it feels more traumatizing to validate Chiron cancelling all quests)

- the one on his face is special because he can’t really cover it, and even though Ladon cut his eye (the scars right under it and leads down to his jawline), it’s almost as if the dragon opened his eyes to everything that’s wrong with the gods

- when it fades over and isn’t as bloody it almost looks like a tear

- sometimes he’ll trace the scars when he’s laying down with his fingers and it sends him into slight anxiety attacks when he runs his finger and the scar keeps going, it’s so long and horrifying looking it makes him feel sick

- He sleeps on his back or kinda spread out so he doesn’t have to feel his scars underneath him

- He prefers to sleep in the dark, pitch black and can’t look in mirrors for the first few weeks, at least with his body.

- He’s scared of himself.

- Three weeks after his quest he’s just heading off to bed early after the campfire and one of the younger new campers gets up and hugs him goodnight. Luke’s shirt rides up a bit and he freezes but the short kid just hugs him closer and that changes everything for him.

- Instead of taking his shirt off to work out or smth he just cuts the sleeves off so it’s not so hot

- Swims in surf shirts that are really tight though and outlines his abs and nice ass titties so 👁👁

- He hates picking strawberries for camp, he loves the smell but isn’t exactly a gardener and doesn’t prefer it

- Whenever it’s his duty he kinda just has the kids throw strawberries at his mouth so he can catch them like popcorn throwing

- Chiron swats him with his tail when he sees him goofing off but he means well

- On Thalia’s birthday he always goes to her tree with a slice of cake for her

- “Well if you’re not gonna eat it I guess I will”

- and does his secret handshake with her just against the tree

- He’s got really pretty eyelashes, the Aphrodite girls are jealous

- Luke’s cheeks go pink really easily at the smallest things

- His favorite color is bronze/ orange

- But orange is always kinda hard to find things for yknow it’s an odd color so if anyone asks for birthday purposes or handouts he always says red

- His heart skips when they know him well enough to get orange anyways

- He rolls his sleeves up and tucks a pencil behind his ear when he’s teaching younger kids

- and he loves history

- Has a small fascination with history facts and wars and random events he’ll recite stuff to anyone who will listen

- And he’s really bad at math until you put it into money terms (Hermes things)

- just make all the numbers into currency and he’s got you in seconds

- He’s got a really raspy husky morning voice and doesn’t bother to clear his throat for a while

- Luke can play the lyre wonderfully but he’s pretty embarrassed about it so he just tells everyone he can play guitar

- Guitar campfire songs

- But if you’re lucky enough to hear him play the lyre with his long fingers and sing,, oh boy

- He has a good singing voice for late night singing to sleep, not like the most amazing trained thing for concerts, but just imagine sitting next to him with your shoulder on him and he hums, straight magic

- He likes wearing rings but constantly loses them too

[thepremedthatwrites]

Insufferable (pt.2)

request: Hi lovely, can you do Peter pevensie x reader imagine, please? The reader meets Pevensies in Narnia, but from the beginning she and Peter can't get along together, lots of arguments, while secretly and slowly developing feelings towards each other they don't want to admit, lot of sexual tension before smth happens but eventually they'll end up together. you can include some smut stuff. Thanks xx

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I woke with a start as someone pulled back the blanket.  A pair of warm brown eyes were looking back at me, a soft smile on their face and their curly brown hair hanging down freely.  “Who are you?” I asked, pushing myself up and away from the person.  As I took them in, my eyes caught sight of two small horns sprouting on top of their head and just peeking out of their hair.  “What are you?” I added, my eyes now wide in shock.

“I am Daisy, a faun,” she said, a soft smile on her face.  “High King Peter has requested that I prepare you for breakfast today.”  She put out her hand and I slowly took it as she led me out of my bed and towards another section of the room closed off by deep red curtains.  My shock grew as I saw a pair of goat legs attached to Daisy’s human-like top, her hooves clicking on the stone floor.  The faun grabbed a bucket of water that sat next to a tub that was already halfway filled with water.  “Get undressed,” she commanded as she poured the rest of the water into the tub.

I hesitated, not wanting to expose myself to a complete stranger, especially a stranger that wasn’t human.  “No,” I said, crossing my arms.  The faun let out a sigh as she put the bucket back on the floor.  “I can wash myself.”

“That is not what the high king wants.  He specifically ordered that I wash and dress you.”

“Then I will take it up with him,” I said before turning around and making my way to the door.  Daisy hurried to follow me as I entered the hallway, trying my best to remember the way to King Peter’s room.  

“Miss, you don’t want to do this.  The high king will be very upset,” Daisy started as I reached the double doors that were guarded by two men.  The guards watched the scene unfold as I banged on the wooden door.

“I don’t care how he may feel.  He has no right making me get naked in front of a complete stranger,” I replied.  The door swung open to reveal King Peter who was only wearing brown pants, his top half naked.  I did my best to avoid his toned body, but my brain still subconsciously noticed his strong arms and tight abs.  I focused my eyes on his blue ones as I spoke, doing my best to concentrate on my anger.

“How dare you!”

“How dare I what?” he asked, an amused smile pulling at his lips as his eyes studied my face.

“Do you really think that I would be willing to undress in front of a complete stranger when I hardly even know where I am?  I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“There’s no need to be so angry, darling.  This is only routine for visitors of the royal family.  And if your hair is any indication of how you take care of yourself, I do not think your claim is as true as you believe it to be.”  My hands flew to my hair, combing my fingers through the knotted locks.  King Peter let out a chuckle at this before leaning on the side of the doorway, his arms crossed.  We were only inches away now and I could feel his body heat radiating off of his bare skin.

“Well I,” I started, getting slightly distracted as I felt his eyes watch me intensely.  “I don’t need someone to help me take a bath.  At least let me do that by myself.”

“Alright,” he said to my surprise.  “You can do that by yourself.  But let the faun dress you at least.  You need to look somewhat presentable in public.”

“Fine,” I said.  I turned around to face Daisy, taking a few steps toward her before stopping.  “Daisy,” I said, turning my head to face King Peter.

“What?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“The faun’s name is Daisy,” I explained.  “It might do you some good to know the names of those who serve you, your majesty.”  I turned my head back around before following Daisy back to my room.

Daisy waited in the area of the room with the bed as I bathed behind the curtain.  It felt nice to wash off the dirt and grime that had accumulated from the night before.  As I got out, I grabbed the robe Daisy had laid out for me, tying it tightly around my body as I emerged from behind the curtain.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Daisy said as she brushed my hair.

“Do what?”

“Tell King Peter my name.  I’m not important enough for him to know my name.”

“That’s nonsense,” I said as Daisy put down the brush, her fingers working on putting my hair into an intricate braid.  She would pause every now and then to weave white flowers in with my hair before continuing with the process.  “You are just as important as a guard or even King Peter himself.  Without you, the castle wouldn’t function as smoothly as it does.  Just because you don’t wear a crown doesn’t mean you’re less than.”

“Thank you, miss,” Daisy said.

“Please, call me (y/n).”

“Of course, (y/n).”  Daisy stepped back, handing me a handheld mirror so that I could get a good look at her work.

“Oh Daisy, it’s beautiful,” I said, my voice soft as I admired my hair.  Daisy only nodded, walking over to the wardrobe where I had grabbed the robe the night before and pulling out a purple dress.  

“I’ll wait by the bath while you put it on,” Daisy said, already making her way towards the curtain.

“Thank you.”  I waited till she was behind the curtain to take off the robe and put on the dress.  It hugged my curves before falling down to the floor.  The material was so soft and light that it barely even felt like I was wearing anything.  I let out a small grunt as I tried, and failed, to tie the strings on the back.  “Daisy,” I called out.  She peeked her head from behind the curtain.  “Could you help me tie the strings on the back?”  

Daisy made her way to me, expertly tying the strings, her fingers brushing my bare skin every now and then.  “Thank you,” I said as she stepped back.  “Do I go to join the royal family now?”

“Yes, I’ll lead you to the pavilion.”  I followed Daisy down the hall and out of a door that led out to a beautiful garden.  Butterflies hovered over flowers and green foliage spilled out onto the stone path that led to a small pavilion where a round table sat.  The table was small, only allowing around five people to sit comfortably at it.  I saw Edmund and King Peter sitting there, along with two girls.  Daisy led me down the path.  We came to a halt as we reached the pavilion.

“Thank you for bringing her, Daisy,” Peter said.  I felt my heart warm as I walked to the empty seat between Peter and the girl with long, brown hair.

“It’s my pleasure, your majesty,” Daisy replied, a large grin on her face as she curtseyed before turning around and making her way back to the castle.

“I was starting to worry you weren’t coming,” Edmund said, a large grin on his face.

“I would never offend his majesty like that,” I replied, matching his grin.

“I hope there weren’t any other complications with getting dressed this morning,” King Peter interjected.  I felt my face warm as the grin fell from my face.

“No, there weren’t.”  Edmund looked at both King Peter and I quizzically, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m Susan,” the girl I was sitting next to offered.

“And I’m Lucy,” the other girl said.  “It’s so nice to see that you’re okay.  I was picking flowers in the meadow to make flower crowns and found you laying in the grass.  I was afraid you were dead and ran to get Peter who carried you to the castle.  I apologize for not checking in on you last night.  I was waiting with Peter for you to wake up, but it was getting late and Peter made me go to bed.”

“Thank you for finding me,” I said, offering a small smile.  “And there is no need to apologize, I would hate to have been the reason for you staying up so late.”

“Peter said you are from Earth, is that true?” Susan questioned before taking a bite of a strawberry.

“Yes,” I replied, stealing a glance at Peter who was watching me.  “I didn’t realize you were all talking about me.”

“You are all Peter has been talking about,” Edmund said.  Peter shot him a look before turning to me again.

“I wanted to assure them that you aren’t a threat,” he explained.  I nodded.

“Peter, the king of Telmar is visiting next month.  I have been writing to him for a while, but it seems he does not want an alliance with us.  Perhaps you could talk to him for us and convince him,” Susan said.  I was thankful that the conversation had turned away from me.

“Yes,” Peter said.  “I’ve been thinking of what to do with Telmar.  Maybe a marriage would be the best chance of peace with them.”

“You mean an arranged marriage?” I interjected.  I wanted to laugh at the idea.  “Surely you are joking.”

“Why would I joke about that?”

“Because marriage is supposed to be the joining of two people who are in love, not some political power move between two nations.”

“It’s politics (y/n).  Not everything is going to be pretty in politics,” Peter said.

“It’s stupid is what it is,” I mumbled, playing with the food on my plate.

“Well then, let’s all be grateful that you aren’t a queen.”  I glared at Peter who stared back at me.  His bright blue eyes were slightly narrowed and a hint of amusement shone in them.  Behind that amusement there seemed to be something else, though I wasn’t sure what it was.  At first I thought it may be fear but that wasn’t it.  No, it was curiosity.  As a high king, nobody questioned him so now that there was a random girl in his castle questioning his every move he seemed intrigued, curious.  

I looked away from his eyes as they had become too intense for me.  My heart seemed to be pounding in my chest as my eyes flickered to his nose which was slightly flared, before traveling down to his full lips.  They were a luscious pink and I subconsciously licked my own lips as I looked at his.  I could feel his eyes tracing my own features as well, and I knew his siblings were still there but for a moment it was only me and him.  

It was when I heard a fork clatter with a plate that I broke from the spell, ripping my eyes off of him, instead looking around the table to see both Susan and Edmund wearing large grins on their faces.  “What is it?” Peter asked both of them.  I turned to Peter to see his cheeks were a light pink.  I then turned to Edmund and Susan, Edmund shaking his head as Susan took a long sip of her tea, her eyes darting between Peter and me.

“Nothing,” Susan finally said as she placed the teacup delicately onto the saucer.