#like like like just gripping onto them when im 🥺 at them

[paradisecitizens]

daydreaming about holding onto their arm while they touch me

[uglygirltrying]

May i request Soap and Reader dry humping eachother when LT ghost walks in??🥺🥺

[yes i saw the post and ITS A NEED, only if u wanna ofc <3]

Yes ofc! :))

I'll make an assumption and just continue from that thought :P umm i didn't want to give the reader a callsign im sorry if that makes this bad😭🙏

ghost didn't sleep well most nights. most nights were made of pacing around, or zoning out by the common room's television. and that was his plan that night as well.

he thought that it would be peaceful like any other night, and maybe even more so, if his two sergeants had got worn out from their ride.

but as he made his way down the hallway from his room, and got closer to the common room, strange noises hit his ear.

now, with hesitance, but also curiosity, ghost slowly walked to the end of the hallway.

and he certainly wasn't expecting the scene in the common room.

his two sergeants. his two soldiers, rutting against each other, on the common room's couch. the lieutenant had to hold back a chuckle at the sight, the pair were going at it like desperate animals.

unsurprisingly, soap was making noise like a whiny puppy. not like his pretty sergeant wasn't whimpering at the feeling as well. the dirty mutt soap, was ruining his pretty sergeant. making her pussy wet, without enough effort to make her cum.

ghost couldn't quite see, but he could bet there was soaking wet spots on their uniforms.

soap was moving carelessly, thinking with his cock, and only for his cock. his dog brain couldn't process what a pretty thing he was rutting against. what a pretty cunt, that deserved to have her fill as well.

the scotsman was only getting louder, and closer to his release. ghost felt his cock throb in his sweatpants. god, was he hard. but he couldn't just watch from the side, as his pretty soldier was getting neglected.

soap should be thankful. he should be on his knees, begging to get a taste of their pretty girls pussy.

but no. the mutt didn't have any manners. he needed to be put in his place.

neither of the dummies noticed when he walked closer, too distracted for their own good.

ghost's big, calloused hand quickly reached out, and grabbed onto the scotsman's sweaty mohawk, yanking his head up to look at him. soap immediately stilled, a confused and spooked.

"l-lt... hey..." soap nervously chuckled, still panting.

ghost glared down at soap, his cold eyes focused on his. ghost kept a tight grip on his hair, and looked down at his pretty sergeant, laying beneath soap. she looked just as frightened as soap, scared of being in trouble.

"selfish, ain't he?" it was more of a statement, than a question. soap pouted at his lieutenants words.

ghost smirked, as his pretty soldier shyly nodded her head. his free hand reached down, and brushed strands of her hair off her forehead.

ghost just looked down at her for a moment, before turning back to soap. he yanked on soap's hair again.

"get off of her, sergeant." ghost murmured deeply.

soap scrambled to back away from in between her legs. there was a obvious bulge on his cargo pants, with a wet spot forming on top.

ghost meanly chuckled at his submission. the lieutenant turned his head down again, looking down at his pretty sergeant. his hand traveled down, cupping her crotch. it was warm, a little moist too. most of it probably from soap.

his pretty soldier whimpered at the touch, shyly curling up.

"bet yer wearing something pretty underneath..." ghost murmured into her ear, his hot breath hitting her skin.

ghost turned to glare at soap. "and he didn't even think to take a look..." he continued.

soap was panting at the other end of the coach, his dick hard in his pants, as he tried not to touch himself. his lieutenant had caught them. he had caught his sergeants, rutting against each other like animals in heat.

and he didn't yell. he didnt file for transfers. he didn't punish them... well, this probably was soaps punishments, to watch from the side, while their lieutenant touched the precious girl's pussy.

ghost opened his pretty sergeant's pants, and pulled them down her thighs. underneath, she was wearing pretty, white panties. ghost chuckled at the sight. a wet patch on the panties, making them transparent, and revealing her sweet pussy. nice puffy lips, and a little bush above her hard nub.

ghost looked up at soap again. "take off 'er trousers, sergeant." he commanded him.

soap scrambled to pull down the other sergeants pants, as his commanding officer stared down at him. once her pants were thrown to the side, soap was face to face with her white panties. before he even knew it, ghost's hand had pushed his head down, his face down against her clothed pussy.

their pretty sergeant squealed at the sudden feeling of soap's nose pressing on her clit, with his hot breath hit her fluttering hole.

"lick it, mutt." ghost's commanded in his deep voice.

the scotsman's tongue immediately got to work, licking up and down the panty covered pussy, the wet patch only getting bigger with soap's saliva. he didn't care if he couldn't breathe properly, he'd gladly die just there.

ghost had to hold down their whimpering soldier, as she squirmed around. her chest moved with her heavy breathes, her legs twitching at the feeling of a hot tongue on her pussy.

"l-lieutenant..." she whimpered. ghost reached down and brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"good girl. ya wanna cum?" ghost asked, an amused smirk behind his mask. she nodded franticly and desperately, making ghost chuckle. soap must've been listening, his tongue moving faster on her. her pretty, white panties have long gone transparent from his dirty spit.

the lieutenants dark eyes averted for just a moment, only to see his sergeant humping the coach underneath him. what a dog.

both of them were near again. only this time, ghost was here. somebody to make sure, that both of them were taken care of. his own dick was hard as fuck too. he almost couldn't wait to go back to his room, and rub the hell out his cock.

but in this moment, he needed to only focus on them. they were too stupid for their own good. they were lucky it was him who caught them. this could've gone so much worse. they were lucky he was even letting them cum.

ghost snapped out of his thoughts, as his sergeants only got louder. they needed to be over with this quickly, it was only the matter of time, until somebody else walked into the common room.

ghost pushed soap's head down again, his big nose hitting her hard clit. that did it for her, making her cum. arching her back, whimpering, and shaking. soap wasn't far behind. his hips stilled, as he came in his pants. soap lifted his head, his face moist with the mix of her juices and his saliva. their pretty sergeant laid there, twitching and breathing heavily, almost limp.

soap sat up, the front of his cargos, soaked with his cum. ghost chuckled at the sight.

"how's the adrenaline rush now?"

idk i dont have the smut talent that these kind of writings need😭

[squiddy-god]

If you ever write manhandling hcs or even a couple thoughts for Wuwa Geshulin or Jiyan.. I would be so grateful 🥺🙏💕

The way I stopped playing genshin when i saw this and started writing immediately because im lowkey obsessed with genshu lin like,,,his dark circles and bad personality have captivated me. I'm also very very obsessed with calcharo because he is the reason i started playing this game, but jiyan,,,augh genuinely wuwa needs to stop making men that are just so,,,so good,,, this assumes that genshu lin is like still living (i haven't gotten that far in the story) ♥︎REQUEST OPEN♥︎

Cw : manhandling obviously, possessiveness, jealousy, war mention, brief mention of canon typical violence, inappropriate touching of tacet mark, inappropriate use of electro,dry humping, overstim (genshu lin), prone bone, dare i say…jiyan Diphallia teehee, dragon rut (sue me) gn reader, all genders and sexes welcome reader is not specified to be rover, always implied chubby reader

Genshu lin 

Augh him-

Ok so i think that when he manhandles you it is totally on purpose

Genshu lin is very strong physically, as expected of a former general,, but he has the world's meanest manhandling streak in him

Honestly there aren't a lot of times he's not manhandling you 

I feel that there is a sort of deep seeded inferiority complex and a lot of that stems from his failure as former general and rivalry with jiyan, this however tends to bleed into other areas, causing there to be a harsh spike in jealousy for a man who is already on the jealous side 

What really gets him going is when someone shamelessly hits on you, not an often occurrence but it happens mostly on the off chance he isn't breathing down your neck 

Watching the other person flirt to their best attempt flares a possessiveness inside of genshu lin that has one of his hands gripping your hip as he quite literally drags you away 

The force makes you stumble and you realize that his previous good mood is gone

He isn't mad at you, assuming that you shut the other person down pretty immediately 

He loves to overstimulate you, hand on your sternum using his strength to keep you pinned down while he toys with you, constantly reminding you that he knows you can take it, take more, take as much as he gives until you are a shaking mess in his arms

And inevitably you are a shaking mess, chest heaving as the pressure from his palm finally lets up and admires his work, only for the real fun to begin- flipping your body onto your stomach and gripping the back of your thighs to squish them roughly in appreciation, admiring the soft plush feel in his rough hands, calloused from hardship 

Ounces he's had his fill of your thighs one hands presses roughly at the base of your spine traveling up the curve of your arched back until he can grip your jaw and turn you just enough to look at him

Its like genshu lin was made for manhandling because he seem to naturally be more on the rough side, from the way his scared lips press against you to roughly suck hickeys, to the way his hands grope and twist you, hold you against him, pin you down, you'd think it was a sparring match if it wasn't for the delicious press of his hard cock against you 

And for him to know that you like it? that you enjoy the rough way he handles you? Honestly it makes him worse, teasing you about how you cant be whining that its “too much” already, because he knows that you like it when he punctuates his words with more harsh thrust, another tug, another squelch- 

Jiyan 

Oh this sweet man 

When jiyan man handles you it's unintentional and he feels quite bad after 

Even when you tell him that you like when he just manhandles you, he's hesitant. He likes to be gentle, to spare you the harshness of war and death, regardless of your background it's a habit of his to feel the need to shoulder these burdens 

Like i said he doesn't mean to manhandle you- but the comfort of your presence, your embrace, combined with the long periods of time spend on the front lines means he often forgets his strength- eyes snapping to attention when he hears the noise you let out as he pulls you into him- because there is a force behind it, his hands grip you tight and he pulls you

He's honestly such husband material 

He has a habit of almost trapping you against him, be it against counters or simply keeping you pinned in his embrace, jiyan becomes rather touch starved during his time away and tries to soak in as much touch as he can 

He really doesn't realize in the moment how rough he gets, the way he sucks at your neck as he uses his body to pin yours against the wall of his (rarely used) home

Its an effortless move, his knee nudging your legs apart just enough so that he can gather you in his arms to press you further against the wall 

Its times like this that he seems to show off his strength 

The way his every movement doesn't even seem to faze him because to him you truly feel so pliant in his hands, a ragdoll as he slings one of your legs over his hip and allows his hands to hold you as much as he wants 

When he sees the light bruising his fingers left from the grip on your stomach a wave of shame floods him at the realization that he may have gotten slightly carried away pounding into you 

But fret not for there are times the general decides to indulge both you and himself, after much reassurance that you can handle it, that it will be fine he decides to give in and handle you roughly, a look of tender concern still lingers in his eyes but he also cant deny that being able to grope and grab at your soft body flares his instincts and makes him incredibly hard. 

His rut is hard, being so pent up and all but refusing to take leave means he end up become more irritable and aggressive, and when he is finally forced to take leave he loses himself the second you tell him he dosnt have to be gentle with you

Two dicks two dicks two dicks two dic- 

Ok but seriously the first time you had sex with him was,,,something, because imagine if you will, your peacefully making out with him, hes hard as a rock because physical touch is not his forte (hahah im so funny) and when you glance down you gulp because daymn…a warning would be nice there general

Your slightly relieved when he begins to tug down his pants, his first cock springing free- dont get me wrong you were still mourning the loss of your ability to walk but, this was manageable. 

Your jaw absolutely drops when he pushes his pants down further and the second cock springs free- oh …oh no ;) 

Calcharo 

Oh i need him, i need him desperate and panting like a dog tbh

Calcharo is another that forgets his own strength, job after job leaving him not only grumpy but also forgetting that he's strong- strong enough to pull you into his embrace and here the little wheeze you let out

Strong enough to grab and squish your cheeks in his calloused hands while he grinds his hips against you 

He hasn't even taken his clothes off, he’s nasty and sweaty but he's just so desperate to get any part of you

Prying that out of his mouth is impossible tho, he is huffing and panting in your ear before squishing your face for another rough kiss

One thing leads to another and he finally cant take just humping himself against you…grabbing your thighs and pushing them apart while you whine that he should shower first-or that he needs to slow down he's instead nipping at your neck and pushing you further into whatever surface he has you against

He usually isn't so desperate but he's grown used to your touch, used to you, so after being away longer than unusual on a job he is down right ravenous for whatever he can get. 

That isn't to say he doesn't manhandle you at other times, he is rough by nature so its quite often that he finds himself pulling or moving you in a way that could be considered manhandling, but it is just worse when you catch him in a mood where he feels desperate

Getting him to admit that he feels this way is just about impossible but you can tell with the way he kisses you, the way he buries his head in the crook of your neck, the way his hands roam and cant seem to get enough of you 

His brows are knit together in the same aggravated way they always seem to be, but his lips are parted and the way he 

Please i need him so bad 

[pupyuj]

gamer g!p yujin x fem!reader 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕 im so down bad for yujin SORRY

i come bearing a very self-indulgent and specific gift for this prompt hehe 😈😈

see, i'd make yujin a loser here cuz ya'll know why BUT i thought it'd be fun to make her a cool n sexy gamer bcs only ahn yujin can pull that off 😼 anyway, she'd love making you play her games!! yujin has the brightest smile on her face when you sit down on a separate chair beside her while she's gaming and ask questions 🥺 and she falls even harder for you when she notices how well you listen to her while she's explaining stuff like the nerd that she secretly is ☺️☺️ yujin would probably be a pretty popular streamer too! she's pretty, she's funny, she's actually good at every game she plays, and she can talk really well even through the screen and the camera!! her viewers love catching you standing behind her, completely immersed in her gameplay that you don't say anything—they think you're so cute 😭 the two of you are probably a popular ship on twitch LMAO 😭

and now comes menace gamer bf yujin who makes you play her games while you're sat on her lap,, being the pervert that she is, she has her hands all over you while you're trying to learn,, of course yujin only does this when the cameras are turned off—she doesn't want anybody to see you in ways only she's allowed to. she rubs your nipples through your shirt, but you don't even notice at first bcs you're so focused on the game, what a cutie :(( you finally take notice of the sensation when yujin pinches on them, making you let out a small gasp that always sounded so fucking good in yujin's ears,,

she definitely fondles your tits underneath your shirt while she whispers instructions in your ear,, knows how much it's affecting you by the way you shivered and tried your hardest to hold back your whimpers but is a bit annoyed bcs you're so well in the game still?? 😭 and god,, she's always making sure that your position on her lap is perfect with your ass right on her bulge,, it makes everything easier on her part,, gently puts her hands on your hips and starts grinding up slowly,, exaggerates her moans just to get your attention, gives you that shit-eating smirk-smile she always has on when she knew she was getting inside your head.. and then she gets really fucking annoying 🤭🤭

yujin slipping her hand inside your shorts to rub your needy clit through your panties, still grinding on your ass, lips right on your ear while she whispers, "my good girl's gonna complete this level for daddy, right?" guys what the fuck i need her—

and ofc you have no choice but to nod and whimper :(( and oh, how she fucking loves that 😩😩

yujin knowing what exactly gets you to do whatever she wants to make you do.. "sit on my cock. if you do well enough maybe i'll fuck you, but if you don't... you're not coming at all tonight." and being the pathetic slut that you are, you obey! cockwarming yuj while you try your hardest to play but she's making it so hard :(( between her small, slow thrusts from time to time, fingertips barely brushing against your clit, a semi-hard grip on your thigh, and the soft moans that left her mouth every time you adjusted yourself a little bit... how could you not lose control of yourself?? 😣

barely a second after completing the level and you immediately drop the controller on the floor.. yujin grabbing you by the back of your shirt, pulling you into her and pressing her fingers against your clit hard, making you moan loudly and grab onto her wrist, "so good for daddy, aren't you?" yujin says against your ear,, fuck she'd lick from the crook of your neck to the spot behind your ear just to hear your sweet moans,, yujin doesn't hesitate to manhandle you either! especially when she's desperate to fuck you like this.. throwing you down on the couch with your ass up and face buried on one of the couch pillows, but she pulls your hair so your voice could fill the air while she pounded you from behind 🫣 gawd... her one hand holding your waist in a death grip, muttering curses as well as your name while she fucks into you with her big dick :((

"just like that.. fuck yourself into my cock—god.. good girl..!"

"that's my girl.. move, (y/n)..."

"you like daddy's games, huh..? don't worry, we'll get to play more.. so much more.. f-fuck! i'm.. c-coming—"

looking behind you just to see the sight of yujin's pleasured expression with her eyes shut tight and teeth biting her lip while sweat drips down her perfect neck.. 😳😳😳

[snowyquokka]

MESSY GIRL

cw: mature themes MDNI, oral *f receiving, swearing, praise (😫😫)

wc: 0.6k

a.n - i haven’t posted in wayyyy too long. im also sorry that this is very short. forgive me ? 🥺

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As part of your Saturday date night you and Felix decided to make brownies. Though, that’s not what you hoped would happen. That thought is exactly how you ended up slowly licking the spoon you used to mix the batter with while maintaining eye contact with Felix the entire time.

No matter how much he tries to ignore you, you always find another way to grab his attention.

“It’s good,” you hum in approval and nod. You hold out the spoon to your boyfriend, “Try.”

He hesitates but reluctantly covers your hand with his own as he tastes the mixture.

Such a tease.

Felix takes the spoon out of your hand and sets it back in the bowl before returning to his spot in front of you.

“Messy girl,” he grins softly as he reaches up to wipe flour off of your cheek. You smile back and lean up to plant a small, teasing kiss on his lips.

Well, you didn’t mean for it to stay small.

Felix circles his arms around your waist as you loop yours around his neck. The kiss turns from sweet and tender to hot and needy.

Within seconds he lifts you up by the backs of your thighs and carries you into your room. Somewhere along the way, you both lost your shirts as well as your bra.

Felix gently leans you back onto the bed while dipping his head down to resume kissing you.

“Lix,” you squirm underneath him as he takes his time licking and sucking your nipples.

“Tell me what you need,” his voice deepens to match his blown out pupils.

“Don’t care. Anything, baby.” Your response earns you a grin followed by his hot breath fanning right over exactly where you need him. He looks up at you for permission.

Frantically, you nod your head, desperate for any kind of touch.

Felix pulls down your shorts and tosses them across the room before turning his attention back to what he looks at like a man starved. You swear you could come just by the way he looks at you.

Felix has always made sure to make it very clear how much he loves every inch of you. He gives you zero time to second guess yourself. When you do, he usually ends up spending more time than needed praising you.

Felix leans in and pulls down your panties with his teeth, adamant to not break eye contact.

“My baby’s always ready for me. Such a good girl.” His praise along with the way he licks a flat strip up your soaked core push you further and further off the edge.

“Taste so good, love.” his groans reverberate throughout you making you squeeze your thighs around his head in return.

One of his hands snakes overtop of your hips, pinning you in place while the other searches for your hand that’s gripping the sheets.

“Fuck fuck, almost there.” you whine and squeeze his hand.

Felix gently bites your clit and hums, unfurling the knot in your lower stomach.

“Lix,” your free hand moves from your side to intertwine with his hair, pulling at the roots.

“That’s it baby. You’re doing so well,”

You peek down at your boyfriend who is still in between your plush thighs.

He tuts, “Messy messy girl,”

tags: @godslino @skzstarnet @anakin-sweetheart

divider: @chaeneuu

[nctangelz]

( 💌 ) LOADING … SOOYOUNG WITH NCT DREAM!

🧸 MARK — SOOLEE

you can always see the two of them harassing one another (mainly sooyoung bullying mark) and other times it’s just mark being embarrassed by sooyoung’s antics (and embarrassed he followed along) mark always blames sooyoung for being a “bad influence”, sooyoung blames mark for being a follower 🤷🏼‍♀️. mark can really bring out her sassy side and her soft side all at once <3 whenever the two of them are alone, mark likes to just talk to sooyoung about anything, he loves to just listen to her ramble. he will always protect her, and always ignores sooyoung when she says “you don’t need to worry, im all grown up!” 💔.

mark is a blessing and a curse to sooyoung. when sooyoung is feeling really anxious in situations, mark’s random and awkward jokes that make no sense always make her feel better. she loves hearing him trying to give good advice without knowing what he’s talking about, it makes her feel more confident in herself to let her irrational thoughts go. but, at the same time, when her and mark spend hours rambling, sometimes mark can go too deep in wondering and send sooyoung into a rabbit hole of stress. he always makes it up to her and talks her out of if <3.

a special moment nctzens adore :: *dream was vlogging in the US during their tour* sooyoung was attempting to order her own meal by herself, and mark was so supportive towards her! he gave her a big smile and thumbs up, lovingly pinching her cheek. off - camera, mark gave her the biggest hug known to earth!

🧸 RENJUN — SOOJUN

sooyoung ADORES renjun. she loves his controlled / quiet chaotic personality and how he can make her smile without having to say a thing. she loves loves to just spend one on one time with him just be present in the moment. when they are alone together, it’s just a mix of them being quiet and relaxing, and them sooyoung trying to get renjun to do something with her. for example, sooyoung was begging renjun to go grocery shopping with her FOR HOURS, just because she didn’t want to go alone. renjun was being so stubborn, but he eventually agreed because sooyoung looked so sad when he told her no for the 1021819 time. he is a sucker for sooyoung, and she knows it.

sooyoung and renjun are super close though! they love to take walks together or paint together, anything that can relax them and allow them to decompress. sooyoung loves loves to hug renjun and he pretends like he is only tolerating it but…his favorite hugs always come from sooyoung! but don’t let his softness for soo fool you, he WILL harass her just like he would anyone else, and his patience with her is CONSTANTLY being tested 😭

a special moment nctzens adore :: dream was behind the scenes of a photo shoot, and SOMEHOW sooyoung had retrieved a bubble wand, and was skipping around blowing bubbles near all of the members - renjun especially. everytime she came near him he kept giving her the side eye, and kept trying to take the bubble wand away, but to no avail. this girl had a death grip 💪💪. so, like most friends would, renjun CHASED HER until she dropped and let go 😭😭

“AHHH RENJUN IS COMING TO GET ME!! SOMEONE HELP!!!” …. “ARE YOU ALL REALLY GOING TO ABANDON ME?!?”

rather than tackling her, renjun just wrapped her in a hug and lifted her off the ground and carried her back to the backstage, plopping her onto a chair and telling her to “stay” like she was a puppy 😭. minutes later you could see sooyoung laying her head on his shoulder watching him play games 🥺

🧸 JENO — SONO

THE CATS OF DREAM!!! jeno is the black cat while sooyoung is the hyper orange cat…jeno watches in the distance while sooyoung inevitably creates chaos…then joins in. he always has a protective arm around her, especially in public. he is always worrying about sooyoung, if she’s feeling okay, if people are being creepy, or if she’s going to get hurt.

he will always make sure he walks behind her when they are leaving, ensuring that no one harassing sooyoung. he always holds her heels for her when her feet hurt, and even carries her down the stairs when she doesn’t feel confident in her pumps. he is sooyoung’s #1 defender…don’t mess with his demonic bestie.

a special moment nctzens adore :: sooyoung was running around the house in a 8CHILLIN episode, and you could just hear jeno repeatedly yell “you’re going to fall, sooyoung” or “YAH! SOOYOUNG!” … and when she finally slipped, jeno was the first to her side. he cradled her head, worried that she cracked it open, but only sighed when he saw the girl stifling her giggles. “oh sooyoungie…what am i going to do with you.”

🧸 HAECHAN — SOOHYUCK

haechan is constantly doting on sooyoung and sooyoung EATS IT UPPPP. she lovessss affection (platonically) and never turns away from haechan when he’s trying to hug her…she just pushes him away when he tries to give her a cheek kiss 😭 despite haechan being older than sooyoung, haechan is 100% sooyoung’s baby. he will always call out for her or go “sooyoungieeeee, im hungry” and sooyoung will immediately go get him a snack. she loves loves to pat his head and sit next to him because he is just so WARMM. she always calls him her personal heat box 🥰 she will do anything for this boy, and she will always defend haechan even when he is clearly wrong 😭

the two of them together though when on reality shows…CHAOS. haechan and sooyoung will team up and sooyoung is all of the sudden ALL FUELED and ready to FIGHTT. haechan will encourage her and he LOVES to see sooyoung be super energetic and determined to win or do whatever the goal is…he acts like a proud dad around her constantly 😭 the two of them as pairs will leave everyone roasted…but it will be a great show!!!

a special moment nctzens adore :: dream was at a fan sign event where the building ridiculously cold…and poor sooyoung was dressed in a skirt and a thin shirt, our love was FREEZING. she couldn’t stop shivering and she just kept moving around the stage to keep herself warm. haechan, seeing that the stylist weren’t going to offer sooyoung anything to atleast be a little warm, took his sweatshirt off so sooyoung could wear it 🥺. he also demanded that sooyoung had a blanket to cover her legs when sitting - because yk, sm doesn’t care 🙄. he felt so bad, he held her hands until they were warm enough and didn’t complain when she clinged to him to stay warm 🥺

🧸 JAEMIN — SOOMIN

jaemin and sooyoung have a veryyy special bond! the two of them have always been super close, jaemin was the first nct dream member that sooyoung got close to - and their bond just got stronger and stronger!!! jaemin always says that sooyoung is his boost of energy, and there is soooo much evidence of this. whenever dream are playing games and jaemin gets tired, all he needs is sooyoung next to him and her big, energetic smile, and he is back in the game!

these two can communicate with only their eyes, nctzens swear. there are countless of threads of jaemin and sooyoung communicating silently…and always doing weird stuff after. sooyoung and jaemin spend the most time with each other…so they know everything. everything. the two of them are always gossiping and spilling tea about eachother on vlive…which always ends with them calling eachother and fake fighting 😭

a special moment nctzens adore :: jaemin and sooyoung are so thoughtful of each other, they always remember everything about each other, and love to suprise eachother with things that they’ve mentioned in passing. jaemin once saved up his money for months to buy sooyoung locket after their debut, because sooyoung had recently lost the one her brother gave her, and she was devastated. so, he bought her a new one, and placed his favorite picture of dream in it for her <3. she wears it so often, and she has never changed the photo.

🧸 CHENLE — SOONLE

01 LINERS!!! BESTIES!!! even though sooyoung and chenle are the same age - chenle was timid to approach her when they first met. sooyoung was so bubbly and energetic, and while he was too…he wasn’t used to working with one girl out of a group full of guys. he always over anaylyzed his interactions with her because he really wasn’t sure how he was feeling about the whole ordeal. but - sooyoung understood. she gave chenle time and eventually, chenle warmed up to her after he saw how lovely she was 🥰

the two of them together…NEXT LEVEL OF SASS. chenle will try and mess with sooyoung and be dramatic, but sooyoung will NOT TOLERATE IT. she will 100% COME FOR HIM. they will bicker about everything, but it’s all out of love!!! jaemin is always saying “NO FIGHTING, NO FIGHTING”….which leads to sooyoung and chenle fighting more just to mess with jaemin 😭

a special moment nctzens adore :: sooyoung had bought coffee for all of the members - and surprised them all when they were doing a group live! sooyoung had two coffee carriers, her dance bag, and was trying to somehow hold onto her food bag without dropping the coffees, and as soon as chenle saw sooyoung he hopped up and practically took everything from sooyoung, leaving her with only her food 🥺. he also gave up his seat on the couch to stand so sooyoung could sit and be cozy 🥺

🧸 JISUNG — SOOSUNG

sooyoung and jisung are getting into all sorts of trouble, although it’s less of them pulling pranks on others…more just like them having bad ideas and executing them. when they were trainees and they were able to spend time at dreams dorm, they were always pulling all nighters together, then complaining when jaemin dragged their butts out of bed 😭

they are also BOTH SO CLUMSY. the members always joke that they have to have constant supervision 😭😭. sooyoung also messes with jisung so much, she will convince him that random things are true - and he will 100% believe her 😭. sooyoung always feels bad when he starts telling other members and they are just like ?!?, so she eventually tells him the truth

a special moment nctzens adore :: sooyoung was vlogging for her relay cam, and sooyoung decided she was going to go in jisung’s room to bug him. she expected to find him sleeping because it was like three in the morning…but this man was still awake gaming. so, sooyoung sat next to him in his bed and watched him, making fun of him when he lost. eventually (after ten minutes) … sooyoung fell asleep and jisung had to take over the relay cam cuz this girl wouldn’t wake up 😭. but nctzens LOVED how jisung gently moved her so she was actually laying down and tucked her in.

“nctzens…i don’t know where i’m going to sleep now….i guess the floor now.” poor jisungie 😭

[aiyexayen]

I promise im not a bot, and to prove it i'll ask for a hanzhou kiss 🥺 doesnt have to be wholesome, just whatever strikes your fancy

🥹❤️

The first time happens thoughtlessly, almost unintentionally.

Han Ying is 14 and not yet used to his limbs after his recent growth spurt. He didn't know he could have growth spurts before he had access to regular meals. But he can, and he is sure that's why he screwed up his assignment. Regardless of the reason, he is still responsible for ruining Tian Chuang's entire mission today.

And somehow, he has been forgiven. By a man with more mercy than Han Ying knows how to handle.

Anyone else, he is certain, would have thrown him back where he came from.

On his knees before Zhou-shouling, he finds himself too overcome for words of gratitude, reaching instead for the hand hanging idle at Zhou-shouling's side. He grips it in both of his. It's instinct; hasn't he seen so many servants do something like this when their masters bid them?

Han Ying's lips press into the soft skin for just a second before he feels Zhou-shouling's flinch. He looks up in time to catch confusion, smoothing into understanding and...things he doesn't quite recognise.

Qin-xiongdi tells him later, eyes dancing with mirth, that he should have pressed the hand to his forehead, not his mouth--except he shouldn't have done anything of the sort actually and he really has so much to learn about living in society, doesn't he?

Han Ying nods absently, because it's true, but he goes to bed with cheeks warm from the lingering memory of pressure on his lips and the untameable thoughts of a 14 year old mind.

The second time cannot be called an accident, mere months after the first. But neither is it calculated.

They are celebrating Zhou-shouling's twentieth birthday. Or rather, Zhou-shouling and Qin-xiongdi disappeared up to the palace early in the evening to celebrate and Han Ying has waited up alone for sounds of their return, vigilant, something he pretends is not yearning sitting heavy in the aching pit of his stomach.

When they do return it is...surprisingly loud.

Han Ying is very good at what he does, and still there are days when he cannot hear Zhou-shouling approach. The man is not just merciful, not just understanding and patient and full of barely-subdued humour, but also a refined gentleman, clever and skilled beyond measure.

So why is it that tonight Han Ying can hear not only Qin-xiongdi's clomping but Zhou-shouling next to him, stumbling?

He's out the door and down the hall in an instant, adrenaline pumpung, imagining the worst, imagining Zhou-shouling limping, covered in blood--

"'S Ying'er! What're yeu--you--out of bed! Doing! Hah!"

Han Ying stops in his tracks as a thoroughly wasted Zhou Zishu collapses against his hiccoughing, giggling shidi.

"Shixiong got--hc!--he got so drunk," Qin-xiongdi exclaims in the worst loud whisper Han Ying has ever heard. "Can you--hc!--believe it, Han Ying?--hc!"

Well, certainly he can, because it's right before him. What he can't really quite come to terms with is the fond, playful tone wrapped warmly around the unfamiliar Ying'er.

But when his two superiors almost fall over on their next step, Han Ying collects himself and steps in to relieve Qin-xiongdi of his task before he sends them both toppling to the ground.

"Shoul' get that boy some...that boy some more..." Zhou-shouling doesn't finish his thought, trailing off into a sigh as Qin-xiongdi leaves.

One hand grasping a limp arm, one hand firm on broad leather, it's quick work to get Zhou-shouling to his own rooms. But it's also so much closeness--too much for Han Ying to process: a head lolling onto his shoulder; hot breath at his neck and the smell of alcohol; warm weight against his side, so effortlessly trusting.

Ying'er.

Easier to slide under the mantle of duty and attentiveness than even acknowledge it as real, so in silence, he readies Zhou-shouling for bed; without Qin-xiongdi's energy, he seems content to simply drift.

Hydration--water droplets running down the corner of red lips, a strong chin--

Belt--hard leather hitting the floor, a quiet exhale of relief, a soft hum of contentment vibrating under his fingertips--

Boots--what if he slipped and touched that leg--what if he looked up from where he's kneeling and realised the position was just like--

Han Ying, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, tips Zhou-shouling over onto the bed and lifts his feet up to settle him properly. He's practically asleep already, his breathing deep and slow, stray hairs wisping around his cheeks.

Hands, resting easily across his middle. Han Ying lifts them up to tuck the blanket in under them. But perhaps he has tried too hard to not think at all tonight because as he goes to put them back down, determined to not notice Zhou-shouling's exposed neck, he finds himself ghosting his lips across cool fingertips.

What--what is he doing?! He freezes, drops Zhou-shouling's hands as though burnt, and looks up, breath caught.

But his shouling is still fast asleep. Fast asleep and drunk besides, his brain finally catches up and reminds him. Han Ying lets out his breath. He has no right to such intimacy, but he's been given a stay of execution tonight. He had better not waste it.

Carefully, he flees to his own room and doesn't think about anything else at all.

The third time...Han Ying cannot even guess how the third time comes to be.

He is young, and he strives to be good, to be the best. If not in skill than in obedience. It's no longer about debt, it's about loyalty.

But he is 15, going on 16, and even he cannot beat out of himself the independent streak that kept him alive on the streets all those years.

So he finds himself again on his knees, explaining his actions.

"You are right to tell me the truth the first time."

Who would dare try to lie to Zhou Zishu?

Something of his thoughts must show on Han Ying's downturned face because the man in question snorts lightly and adds, "Not all your fellows are as clever as you."

Han Ying keeps his head bowed, but tension drains from him; he would not be receiving such praise if he were seriously in trouble.

"Your actions are understandable, but not permitted," he is told. "I expect that the next time someone pushes you to the point of retaliation, I will not hear about it."

It takes a second for Han Ying to process the precise words he's hearing. But he cannot be mistaken; there is nobody more exact with his words than the exacting Zhou-shouling.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu," he ventures.

There's an unmistakable note of amusement when Zhou-zhuangzhu confirms, "Consider it your mission."

Permission, then. Permission to do whatever he wants, so long as he doesn't get caught. Han Ying didn't think he could adore him any more, but he does. Every day.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu."

"Come on, then."

And he looks up at last, but he does not see his zhuangzhu beckoning him to rise. Instead he stands directly in front of Han Ying, one hand slightly stretched toward him, palm still facing down. Han Ying furrows his brow.

"Zhuangzhu?"

"Don't tell me you suddenly don't know what to do," Zhou-zhuangzhu says, "Ying'er."

Certainly, he isn't...?

But there's a challenge behind his eyes, sparkling a bit, so similar to the way his shidi looks when he dares Han Ying to do something a bit reckless. Han Ying swallows, but reaches out his hands; he is not a coward.

He kisses Zhou-zhuangzhu's hand and as if they have done this a hundred--a thousand times before this, Zhou-zhuangzhu detaches himself with grace and waves Han Ying to stand.

"Very good. Go report for your chores."

Reeling, Han Ying does.

After that...after that, Han Ying has the great luxury to lose track. He belongs to Zhou Zishu in a way no other Tian Chuang operative does and he may not be one of the Siji Shanzhuang disciples, or even their disciples, but he is something, and there is rarely a time he finds himself on his knees that he is not allowed the privilege of that kiss.

He is 16 and sent to his knees with a sharp word after raising his voice to his zhuangzhu; his kiss is barely-there, ashamed and still prickling with discomfort, but no less sincere.

He is 17 and accepting his promotion; gratitude wells up in him and he allows it only to show in this gesture, determined to keep composure and make Zhou-zhuangzhu proud.

He is 18 and kneeling in spite of his broken leg, true failure heavy on his heart in a way he could not have imagined four years ago; he presses his bloody lips to a hand that he pretends is not ever-so-slightly trembling.

He is 19 and his heart stops in his chest every time he sees Zhou Zishu do, well, anything; he makes every excuse to kneel in his presence, for any reason, just so he can look up expectantly for the hand that is never denied.

He is 20 and letting his lips linger every time a bit longer, leaving these unspoken feelings in the sacred space between them--the only indulgence, he has realised, that either of them will ever allow.

He is 21 and Zhou-zhuangzhu has begun turning up drunk at his doorstep, not from any party he knows about; he leaves the kiss that is his by rights even on the nights Zhuangzhu is too far gone to notice.

He is 22 and no matter how severe Zhou-zhuangzhu gets, no matter how cold, he does not forget to give Han Ying his hand. He is 22 and gives Zhou-zhuangzhu the fullness of his fealty--as if there was ever any doubt he had it--and seals it in secret between them with the briefest of contact. He hopes it is not a greater burden than it is a tool.

He is 23 and Zhou Zishu is gone.

It is only then that Han Ying realises he lost count.

Each week that passes after that, he feels more and more bereft. It should seem silly, or stupid, that he misses something so ephemeral and ill-defined, but it's the most serious thing in the world. It never needed definition or explanation. And it was all he ever asked. All he wanted: to be allowed to cherish, even if not to be cherished in return.

He doesn't shirk his duty, but he loses all trace of satisfaction in it and there is a permanent tension between his shoulders that takes up residence and will not go.

But the worst is yet to happen, because the worst possible thing is the day he finds Zhou Zishu in the forest, heart full of relief and far too much else. Han Ying kneels on the rough ground, strung taut like a bow, and Zhou-zhuangzhu...pulls him to his feet.

And again, even when his companion has left them to their own devices.

And a third time, in Han Ying's own room.

For the first time in almost a decade, he didn't dare touch his drunk zhuangzhu more than necessary to lay him down in bed.

And then Zhou Zishu walks away from every declaration Han Ying frantically tries to make verbal, leaves him there drowning in the void between them.

That could have been the end of it. If it weren't for a collective display of quick thinking and good timing, it would have been; Han Ying is not easily deterred once he has set his mind on something. Not even when faced with the price tag of his own life.

Zhou Zishu should have known that, he thinks, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at his...his Han Ying, whatever else he is to him now. It's not fair that he looks so peaceful in his healing slumber when Zhou Zishu is sure his own pulse still hasn't slowed from the clawing panic underneath his skin these past few terrible, frenetic days.

Wu Xi assured him that the little fool will be fine, and should wake any time now. Zishu is reluctant to leave his side before then. Which is convenient, because Wen Kexing of all people has snubbed him, refusing to have a civil conversation until he's "done right by Ying'er" and refusing to even let him at their own disciple.

What the hell did Wen Kexing get out of Han Ying when he was dying, anyway?

It doesn't matter. What matters is that he didn't die.

Zishu perhaps deserves whatever passing ire Lao Wen wants to throw him on behalf of Han Ying who is too...Han Ying to do it himself.

Curling his hand around the still one at rest, reassuring himself of its continued warmth, Zishu watches the blanket rise and fall steadily in the afternoon sunlight.

Perhaps Han Ying was foolish, but if the servant is a fool than the master is bound to be a bigger one. And he was an absolute fool to send him away, to think that if he just tried hard enough, he could truly push Han Ying out of his life and into his own, somewhere off the road to hell. He was a fool to think Han Ying wouldn't just throw himself down that path all the harder. He would burn himself out like a star for Zishu at a moment's notice, even if he believed Zishu didn't care about him at all anymore.

What would Zishu do, if their roles were reversed?

What hasn't he threatened to do for Lao Wen, for Chengling? What hasn't he already done in this life?

For the one who has never so much as faltered a single step, no matter where Zishu led? For the one who tempted him longer than he ever should have allowed? For the one he can rely on at the worst of himself? He knows the answer already.

Han Ying shifts, just slightly, but Zishu can feel the movement ripple on the bed and he is prepared for the groggy, "...Zhuangzhu?"

He has had long enough to contemplate his response.

He lifts Han Ying's hand in his own and without preamble presses a kiss directly to the back of it, holding it through Han Ying's flinch and sharp indrawn breath. Han Ying's other hand is raised as if to do something and he takes advantage of it, drawing that one in for its own display of affection.

Through it all he keeps eye contact, watching the journey of Han Ying's face--mouth open just slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and then narrow, calculating too much on a mind too fresh from sleep.

"I owe you two, Ying'er," Zishu offers simply.

Han Ying's face is red but he's always been a bit quicker than Zishu expects. "I don't get anything for almost dying?" he manages with a hoarse voice.

Zishu snorts. "No. You know well that I don't reward such folly." Then before Han Ying can get comfortable, he leans in closer, lets his gaze flicker down and back up with intention. Waits for the exact moment he sees the disbelief register and says, "But this is for waking up."

It's probably a reckless, ridiculous thing to do, ducking in to set his mouth against Han Ying's and forever changing something that nobody asked to be changed. But Zishu's life is full of reckless, ridiculous things now, and he can hardly claim it's the worst he's ever done. It doesn't even rank in the top fifty. He kisses him firmly, unapologetic, freeing his hands to cup Han Ying's face between them.

He doesn't stop until Han Ying no longer tastes of salt. He pulls back, hands dropping to cover the ones tangled desperately in the front of Zishu's robes.

Nonsensically, Han Ying mutters, eyes closed, "One."

[j-nope-not-today]

Tmnt boys n fem!reader riding them for the first time🫢 also instead of the normal moans babygorl growls as well (idl i find it hot when women do it sksksk im gay asl lol) if not thats okay love your fics and i hope you feel better🥺🙏🏾

TMNT reaction to s/o riding them

A/n: Thank you for requesting!! I am so sorry this took so long to do. I got like a burn out from writing and just had to take some time off. But I hope you like it!

Warning: if spicy stuff makes you uncomfortable please don't read this!

Leonardo

He doesn't know how to feel

Like at all

Bc let's be honest it would take some convincing for him to let you ride him

And not bc he didn't like it

He knew he would

His concern was he would like it to much

And Lord once you were riding him he was in heaven

And then you growled??

Soul: snatched

He really wished he would have let it happen sooner

Bc your so pretty and you sound so pretty and gosh was this just everything he knew it was gonna be

He's gonna be so loud tho

Soundproof everything type loud

I definitely see him being the type to grip your hips and guiding you

Enjoy your bruises bc he's gonna leave a lot

But honestly be prepared bc ya'll are gonna have to do it again

He'll never get tired of it tbh

Raphael

Oooh boy was he waiting for this!

He was so excited to try it!

He's definitely one of those people who want to try everything, but he isn't gonna ask he'll wait for you to proposition it first.

And Lord was he absolutely living for the whole event

And then you growled and it caught him off guard

Fully stopped what he was doing to stare at you

And then he's gonna recover from it and take hold of your hips and absolutely break your 🐱

Most definitely gonna growl back tho

Gonna leave a lot of bruises on your hips and other places

He's definitely gonna leave a lot of hickeys just anywhere he can

Good luck tho bc he's not gonna be easy on you

Your growl was just everything to him

Donatello

Say your prayers

Bc let's be fr Donnie is a freak in the sheets

You will absolutely have to try everything and he's gonna love every position so when you want to ride him

Ooh Lord good luck he's been waiting for it to happen

He's gonna be so sweet up until you growl

Absolutely gonna take control by just holding your hips and going in on you

Not to mention he's going to say very naughty things in your ear

He'll need to rinse his mouth with holy water after he's done speaking type naughty things

All while leaving kisses and bites on your neck and shoulders and breasts

Just anywhere he can reach tbh

Your so gonna have to do it again

Michelangelo

Not gonna realize your serious until he looks at your face

And he's gonna be so into it

But so scared to mess something up bc he wants it to be good for you

So your probably gonna have to take the lead bc he's panicking just a lil

But once you growl oh boy are you in for it

he's gonna growl back and then hold onto your hips and start snapping his to meet yours

He's so into it tho like he's probably gonna forget to take it easy so you might have to remind him not to break you

It's just so perfect and your so pretty and there is so much happening for him

And you growling is not helping at all bc it's so sexy to him

He's gonna want to do it again for sure

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

I've just sat and read all of your fics and they're all incredible! If it's okay, can you write an Elvis x female reader smut where she's in the audience of the Comeback special and maybe throughout the performance he kind if gravitates towards her? Ending really smutty where he invites her to his dressing room after? Thank you so so much!

Omg, I love this idea! 🥺 your words mean so much to me, im so happy that my works can make you entertained. on to the fanfic! I hope you like it.

Gravitation

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader.

Warning: Reverse cowgirl, Praise, Cum shot, Dirty talk, Spanking, Mirror sex, Oral (fem), Cum eating, Fluff, Stranger to lovers? Creampie, Choking, Gagging, Melolagnia kink, Exhibitionism, Crying, Chubby!reader.

Summary: You never felt so lucky, you were one of the few people to watch The Rock and roll king; Elvis Presley, to see history. You felt things you haven't before and to make it worse or better you seem to gain the Rockstar's attention. You couldn't wait to see what the future held for you.

You watched the god-like man like he was everything and more, his stage presence awoke things you never thought were possible, and your heartbeat pulsated with the rhythm of the song he sang with such emotion. Your breath became baited as your eyes locked with the rockstar, a seductive smirk made its way to his face, and a knowing glint in his eyes. He continued to perform, dancing and singing more in your direction, and your juices soaked your underwear. You desired him like no other.

Even as he sat down to talk, he would glance your way, it was unbearable when you were told y'all could take a break, you looked around for Elvis but he wasn't around he probably went to his changing room and feeling nothing short of disappointment fall in the pit of your stomach, you begin to walk to the ladies room when THE jerry schilling stood in front of you, his eyes looked your curved bigger body up and down behind his almost see through shades, unknowingly to him or knowing he licked his lips before he snapped out of his episode and cleared his throat. "Elvis wants to see you. Follow me sugar," he spoke softly so you only heard him despite you being in an empty hallway "lead the way." you nodded eagerly making Jerry laugh at your excitement and begin to show you to Elvis's changing room. With each step you got wetter, you heard tales of women who had the luxury of sleeping with the king, they had said such it was like no other, you were gonna see if it was true.

You both reached the door of the dressing room, Jerry bid you goodbye but you hardly heard him, your heartbeat was too loud in your ears, with a gulp of courage you knocked on the door and waited, playing with the edge of your dress skirt, that rested on the middle of your plush thighs not long his voice called out to you and invited you in. You turned the handle and walked in, a view which would make any fan faint to see in person, There sitting on a couch was Elvis smirk on his lips, manspreading still in that heavenly black leather suit, his eyes traced your big body, your breasts stood out like a masterpiece, your baby carrying hips, those thighs he wanted to fuck, 'Next time' he noted his mind, continuing to check you out, those legs that he wanted to be wrapped his waist, Elvis took a sip of his iced coke and put into down on the end table. Elven sent a soft smile as he becked you over with a finger, he chuckled as he pulled you onto his lap, his hand gripping your hips before moving his hands up your love handles, stopping briefly to squeeze them and then moving on until his hands cupped your breasts and groaning at the weight of them in his palms "Yar a pretty thing aren't cha." he spoke looking at you with lustful-adoring blue orbs, "Thank you Mr.Presley" you replied softly "Elvis for you darlin'." he licked his lips, his fingers gripped onto your wide hips. Elvis leaned his head back on the wall that the couch was pushed up against, his lidded eyes watching you "Go on, pretty thing, ride me." he encouraged you, your slick dripped from your oversoaked panties, and you got off his lap, your fingers worked to undo his pants and pull them down with Elvis's help, his cook stood proud once free, at a good 8 inch, which twitched from the cold air, you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and gave an experimental jerk, A sharp hiss leaves Elvis and you couldn't stop yourself.

You knew you should be patient and tease him but you dreamed of this moment ever since you heard and saw this man. You quickly took off your underwear, turned around, lined his cock to your entrance, and slid down his large length. You both hissed at the feeling, you from his member stretching your pussy, giving a pleasant burn and him from the feeling of the tightest pussy he had ever been in before, the feeling of your ass laying on his thighs, giving a comforting weight while feeling great pleasure. You breathed in, lifted your hips, and began to bounce, moans left your lips as his cock head hit your g-spot "Fuckk" Elvis moaned, wrapping his arms around your stomach, laying his head on your back, and his hips bucking up at each time you lifted yourself, pretty whines and pants was all that sounds he seemed could make, "Fuckin' hell pretty thing, go faster, wanna cream this pussy." Elvis groaned, thrusted upwards, your cheeks heated up from his dirty words, and lean a bit forward, gripping the little bit of couch that was between Elvis's spread legs and rolled your hips before riding the man below you faster, the sound of your ass hitting against his lap become louder and his thrusts faster, chasing his release. Elvis threw his head back, whining, eyes squeezed shut as he filled you with his seed "Get up sugar" he tapped your hips after gaining back some of his energy "Go to the mirror f'me, put your hands on the vanity and bend over." he commanded, watching you do as you were told, he got up after you, taking off the icon suit and walked behind his jet black hair laid on his forehead and his body adored a layer of sweat from being rid. Elvis sent you a smile through the mirror before lowering to his knees, flipping your dress skirt off your ass, and spreading your pillowy thighs to see your glistening folds, covered into your slink, and his slowly dripping out semen "Ain't this a pretty sight" he licked his lips, and buried himself in said thighs, licking stride up your cunt.

"Oh fuck!" you cried as his tongue flicked at your clitoris before wrapping his lips around the sensitive nerve and sucking on it. Hard. You grabbed the edge of the vanity, and whimpered, laying your forehead against the mirror. He gave one last suck before dragging his tongue through your folds to your cum-filed core, the wet muscle circled your entrance and penetrated, his lapped at your walls, licking out his cum

It felt so good, tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and little sobs of pleasure left you as he didn't hold back, cumming when he nibbled your clit. You watched as Elvis appeared up from behind you, his lower face shining from your slick, and a dirty smug smirk was directed at you through the mirror, once again his hands took your hips and he moved closer to you until his tip poked your slit "Ya ready?" he asked, you nodded "Tell me." he ordered " Yes I'm ready." you smiled, touched by his caring nature.

He slowly began to push inside of you, inch by inch this new angle gave was heavenly, you felt every thing.

He grunted as he finally was balls deep into you, his balls rested on your outer lips and clitoris. He pulled back before snapping his hips, forcing a scream that has cut short by Elvis's fingers down your throat, causing you to gag around them as his thrust set a slowly but pace, pulling out slowly and snapping his hips, his eyes locked on where you were connected. He didn't keep that up for long as his hammering became faster, his hips smacked against your ass, the skin rippling at the impact, his fingers left your mouth and placed them on your neck, squeezing slightly and leaning his body on your back, his pounding reaching a new deep, his jackhammering shook your body. Elvis's eyes looked up at the mirror as he spot one of his female tailoresses who flirted with him, despite him showing no interest in her, peaking through the now open door with a sad and raged look on her face as she watched him take a big girl than her, she was mad but she couldn't look away from the scene in front of her. Knowing he was being watched as he fucked you, who will be his girl from now on, turned him on more than he thought he was, his thrusted was turning rapid, and his unoccupied hand pulled you back against him, his balls slapped your pussy as he didn't bother holding his moans, that joined your moaning and whining, his ocean blues moved from the envious woman to you, looking at your pleasure covered face.

You were getting close, oh so close to snapping that knot and you could tell so was Elvis, his cock twitched within you "I-'m gonna cum sugar!" he groaned, his dick hitting your cervix finally making your climax "Elvis!" you cried out coming down your high when he suddenly pulled out and manhandled you to your kneels, his hand working frantically as cum shot out his cock head, landing on your face and cleavage. "Goddamn." he laughed breathlessly as he helped you up and to the couch, both of you sitting on. You sat cuddling into his side as his arm draped over your shoulders, his head resting on yours as you recovered from the mind-blowing sex you had.

"Mr. Presley, you're on in—WHOA!" a man from the filming crew opened the closed door, his brown orbs widened as he took in the state of you two, slamming the door shut. A pregnant silence stretched before the man cleared his throat on the other side of the door "You're on in six minutes Mr. P-presley. I would r-recommend getting dressed." he spoke shakingly before his footsteps faded. You and Elvis looked at each other and busted out laughing for a good few seconds before you both cleaned yourself and redressed.

Elvis pulled you to with a smile "Meet me back here again after the shooting, I want to get to know ya pretty thing. Think ya will allow me?" He asked his thumbs caressing your hips "Of course." you smiles back and kissed him, pulling apart you laid your foreheads together before saying see you later and going your own ways. The rest of the filming was filled with secret smiles and glances.

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[leejenowrld]

hiiii could you please write some fluff and cute stuff of jeno cuddling y/n and it’s such a sweet moment bc he’s very touchy and he cares sm 🥺🥺💗💗 i love your writing btw

heyyyy!! ok so i did write smth really quickly, i rushed it so idk if it’s the best and i’m sorry :(( im actually at the airport rn lmfao waiting to board so i just wrote a cute little scene. it’s not just them cuddling, you’ll see ;) it’s got a bit of a plot. request more things you want me to write though!! if you enjoyed any of my text posts and want me to write anything from there as a prompt or a mini one shot, lmk !!!

word count - 1k

genre - just pure fluff

Sprawn out on the sofa, you're held captive by the relentless onslaught of a pounding migraine. The room spins with a cruel dizziness, each movement exacerbating the wave of nausea that threatens to engulf you. Shivers course through your body, amplifying the discomfort of your aching head.

In the grip of an unforgiving cold, you find yourself caught in a symphony of sneezes, hacking coughs, and occasional bouts of vomiting. The once serene environment is now scattered with discarded tissues, a testament to the tumultuous battle your body is waging.

A hesitant glance in the mirror reveals a disheveled version of yourself, the pallor of illness etched across your features. The cascade of tears in your eyes mirrors the internal storm wreaking havoc on your well-being, leaving you feeling exposed and, in your own harsh judgment, utterly unappealing.

Yeonjun and Heejin stand over you, maintaining distance, Yeonjun shielding himself, their faces etched with a combination of concern and fear as they watch over your decaying form. Fully aware of Jeno's protective nature, you issue a lighthearted yet earnest warning, "Don't tell Jeno." The mere thought of him witnessing your current state intensifies your embarrassment.

You recognize Jeno's tendency to be overprotective and concerned, characteristics that, in certain moments, transform his usually calm presence into something that feels formidable and intimidating. You’re on the verge of explaining this to them but suddenly,

You're on the verge of explaining this when suddenly, the door swings open. Jeno enters with an armful of pharmacy bags, his eyes scanning the room until they lock onto yours with unmistakable concern. He pays no attention to Yeonjun or Heejin, bypassing any formalities as he swiftly makes his way over to you.

A mixture of panic and surprise flashes across your face as you take in his appearance. Clad in his work uniform, Jeno appears both determined and caring. You stammer, "How did you—" before he cuts you off with a calm yet reassuring response, "Yeonjun told me that you were dying."

“I’m okay -“

“Baby, you look a mess.”

With a tender touch, Jeno places a hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. You can’t help but pout up at him, and in response, his expression grows more serious. However, there’s a softness in his eyes as he gazes into yours. He leans down, planting a quick peck on your lips.

He proceeds to cover you with blankets, ensuring you’re cocooned in warmth. As you pull him into a hug, he reciprocates, his embrace offering comfort and a sense of security. His fingers stray away baby hairs from your face, a gentle caress that makes you melt into his tenderness. Soft kisses rain down on your cheek. You find solace in Jeno’s presence, his actions speaking volumes about the depth of his love for you.

In the midst of the tender scene with Jeno, a sudden, immediate shift occurs—like a 360-degree turn. While concern paints his face, to anyone else, it might seem like anger. However, you know him too well, recognizing his unique way of expressing care.

Jeno starts scolding you in a way only he can. "I told you to cover up in this weather," he starts, his voice a mixture of frustration and genuine worry. "I told you to wear more layers underneath your coat. I told you to take your vitamins and medicine."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" you hiss at Yeonjun while Jeno tuts, calling your attention.

As Jeno looks at you with disappointed eyes, you can't help but pout, attempting to defend yourself. "I just have a poor immune system," you explain, attempting to justify the situation. "It happens every time." The room hangs heavy with the weight of his concern, his reproach a manifestation of his love, albeit in a scolding tone.

Silence settles in the room as Jeno, without uttering a word, scoops you up into his arms. With effortless strength, he carries you to your room, the concern etched in his expression palpable. Gently, he lays you down, and as you settle into the bed, his features soften.

Without hesitation, he showers your face with tender kisses. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm. "I'm just worried about you," he explains, the edge of his voice softened with genuine care.

"I know, but it happens like every six months," you justify, attempting to ease his worry.

He counters, "It still hurts me when you're in pain. I wish I could take it away."

Cuddling together, your head finds a comfortable spot against his chest, syncing with the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. His warm arms envelop you, and in that embrace, you start to feel the early tendrils of comfort. Your eyes meet his, falling into the warmth they radiate. “I love you.” You whisper, leaning into his palm as he cups your face.

Jeno has gone above and beyond, having cooked for you, helped you shower, changed, and even brushed your teeth. Each action speaks volumes of his love and care. As he feeds you the prescribed medicines, you can't help but feel that the true medicine is the love he showers upon you. In the quiet moments of vulnerability and care, you find solace, and the pain begins to dissipate under the gentle touch of his love.

In the soft glow of the room, Jeno smiles as he watches you peacefully sleep. He finds you truly beautiful in the comfiest of clothes, wrapped in tranquility. The steady rise and fall of your chest, the occasional smiles, and even the gentle giggles that escape your lips—all of it is a nightly routine he's come to adore.

Having shared countless nights together, Jeno knows your sleeping habits like a cherished secret. Amidst the soft moans from sleep apnea, he's discovered the endearing side of you—those precious moments when you smile and giggle in your dreams. To him, you're a portrait of cuteness and warmth, even in the depths of slumber.

You’re a victim of tired talk. Nonsensical words spill out in the realm of deep fatigue. Unfazed, Jeno nods understandingly, his love evident as he softly kisses you, telling you to ‘shut up,’ with love of course. He gently cradles you in his arms. In this cozy haven, your tired ramblings become a lullaby, and the warmth of his embrace is the sweetest melody that lulls you both into a peaceful night's rest.

authors note i know i changed it around a little bit but send an ask again and i will solely just write jeno cuddling yn, maybe it can be a post sex moment? i just wanted to respond to your ask as soon as i could!! i will definitely write jeno and yn post sex aftercare as a cute one shot if you want it!! just send it

[kenny-the-ken]

hello! if your requests are open i’d like to req mysterion x fem!villain!reader (aka shes on Prof. Chaos’ side :D) and she’s like a little harley quinn with mysterion? like even tho she’s on the enemies side she’s so clingy and flirty with mysterion :) !! even when their in battle she’s always missing on purpose, and if her teammates call her out for it or anyone else she’ll jus be like “i could never 🤗! i hate the freedom pals!🥺”

headcanons would be nice if you wanna do them but if you wanna do a full fic im not stopping you! :3 (if you wanna make this nsfw age him up pleas 🙏❤️)

Superhuman Lovers Pt 2

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!! I age up in every fanfic/headcannons I write! So, I wrote something like this a few days ago, and it blew the fuck up!! So... this request is very similar, so why not have a part two,,, this one's just as steamy as last time, if you can believe that!! Warnings!! Angst, strong language, derogatory remarks/phrases, choking, no protection, intercourse. You can read Part 1 HERE!

Here you both stood, as Shakespeare once said, two star crossed lovers. You and Mysterion had been secretly dating for the past few months, and luckily for you both, the streets at South Park seemed a little safer, that was till a little chaos was caused.

You'd warned Kenny of the brutal attack, so Freedom Pals were well prepared, and as both teams stood face to face atop a high rise just outside South Park, the pale moonlight the only thing lighting the battleground. And you watched closely, your eyes fixing on your partner's.

You smirked, sending him a wink, and he had to act completely disgusted. People knew you were both very similar in personalities, so being flirty was nothing they found strange. "Freedom Pals! Time to meet your untimely demise!" Professor Chaos announced, as you all raised your weapons, flared up your powers and readied to enter battle.

"Let's go!" Toolshed shouted, both sides sprinting towards one another, and you were gunning for Mysterion, a smirk never breaking from your face, your body spinning before kicking your leg towards him, as he caught your foot in mid air, a smirk on his own face.

"Careful, baby. You could've hit me." Mysterion let a deep chuckle from his mouth, lifting you with your foot alone, to throw you over his shoulder onto your feet, and you landed, hands on the ground to stop yourself from falling.

"Oh so that's how we're gonna play it then, okay, have it your way." You spoke, lunging towards Mysterion, landing on his back, a smirk on your face, before whispering into his ear.

"Bet you can't wait to bend me over later, hm?" You knew this would make him weak at the knees. Mysterion was a man of many talents, and not much would budge him, he didn't have a kyptonite like all other hero's, that was until he met you, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't let the comment slide, a low chuckle escaping his parted lips.

Mysterion turned his head to smirk at you, gripping you by the waist from behind and flipping you over his head, as you landed on your feet.

"Don't try and fuck with me, Princess. Just cause you're horny doesn't mean I am. This is war." Kenny spat, and you knew he didn't mean a word of it, as the battle continued, you felt a presence grip you from behind, throwing you backwards onto your back, your body grimacing at the pain that began to spread, before you raised your head to see your attacker, you glanced to your side, seeing Mysterion laying in the same position as yourself, both your eyes meeting each other as you looked towards both groups, who stood united, with Eric and Butters at the front.

"So, what's this we're hearing about you both? That you're co-conspiring against us?" Eric began, a smirk upon his face.

"You both betrayed your cause!" Professor Chaos spat, the anger prominent on his enraged face. Both gangs glared daggers into you both, Kenny the first to stand to his feet, as you quickly followed, moving to his side. You had already spoken with Mysterion about what was to happen if your relationship was discovered, so neither of you were overly startled, it was bound to happen eventually.

"I can confirm that we are a couple. And if that simply isn't allowed, then I guess we're going to have to part ways with both groups." Mysterion spoke, moving to your side, wrapping a protective arm around you, a smirk on his face.

"No I'm afraid it simply isn't allowed, Mysterion. You must do the right thing and give her to us. You will be free from her dark seduction and able to meet your full superhero potential once more, without that succubus draining the life from you!" Eric shouted, and Kenny's grip on your waist tightened. Your blood boiled, humming in response to what was said.

"And are you sure you just don't want to for yourselves, Freedom Pals? I've seen the looks, I've heard the remarks about me you've all made. This is nothing to do with Mysterion and I dating and everything to do with pure green eyed jealously!" You spat, and Mysterion nodded in agreement.

"We're forming our own alliance. We're the best fighters from each group, you all know you don't stand a chance against us. So let us go freely, and no one gets hurt." Mysterion spoke, his hand behind his back, clutching to the fire crackers that hung from his belt, getting ready for you both to make a quick getaway.

And before anyone could speak he lit them, throwing him towards the group of fighters, as both of you sprinted, sliding down the drainpipe attached to the high up building, and making a getaway through the skinny allies, taking the backstreets all the way to Kenny's house.

And once you were in the safety of his bedroom, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist once more, a smirk firmly planted on his face.

"So, since I'm obviously the leader of our new group, I guess I'll have to get you to submit to me, hm?" He hummed, his hand coming up to trace along your jaw, and you leaned into his touch, his arm round your waist reaching to squeeze your ass cheek firmly.

"And who said I'm going to submit to you, Mysterion? You're good, and I'm bad, you gonna fuck the bad out of me then?" You spoke, and he hummed once more, a low chuckle escaping his chapped lips, eyes darkening.

"I'll fuck you till the only thing you can remember is my name, slut. And that's a promise." Kenny growled, pushing you backwards so you fell onto his bed, your arms pinned down above your head by your cocky boyfriend.

"You're obsessed with me~" You grinned, and Kenny knew you were right. He was drawn to everything about you, how pretty your face is, how soft your lips are, how your breasts fit perfectly in his hand,

"How could I not be! I mean, just look at you." Kenny swooned, before his lips met your neck, marking you up right down to your breasts, before he pulled away, a smirk on his face.

"Strip." Was all he said, and you knew to do as you were told. Kenny let go of your arms, pulling you up as you swapped places with him. He sat on the edge of the bed, and you slowly started undressing, as Kenny's eyes scanned your body the entire time, until you were stood completely exposed to him, the coldness of his bedroom giving you goosebumps.

And when you looked to Kenny, you saw him taking his mask off and pulling his hood from his head. That's when you moved, straddling his lap, a cheeky smirk on your own face, as you ground your hips down against him, earning a low groan from your partner, his eyes lidded.

"What a slut. So hungry for me aren't you?" Kenny grinned, his teeth catching his bottom lip, his hand coming up to massage your breast, while his mouth attached to your other, his tongue circling your nipple, earning a gasp from you, spurring him on further.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against you through his trousers, and god how you wanted him so badly, you knew you were bound to leave a wet patch on his clothes.

As if he'd read your mind Kenny pushed you off him, making quick work of the rest of his costume, flinging it to the floor, before cornering you against his bedroom wall, his hand reaching round your neck to pin you against it.

"I've been waiting for this feeling all day." Kenny whispered, lining himself up before pushing himself inside you, his free hand holding your thigh up to wrap your leg round his waist.

And he wasn't waiting for anyone, he was needy, and so were you, and he knew that. His thrusts were at a reasonable pace, his hand loosening its grip round your neck, letting the moans you'd been keeping in out of your now parted, swollen lips.

"Kenny! Fuck, I need more!" You moaned out, and Kenny knew you needed more, you liked it rough, animalistic, but only as your villain form, when you and Kenny had lazy morning sex it was slow and sensual and loving, but this, this was two enemies giving in to their sexual desires, and Kenny knew your body was his to do what he wanted to.

"How about this, slut?" Kenny hissed, his other hand lifting your other leg up, both legs now wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass, holding you up against the wall, his pace quickening as he continued to fuck into you, your back arching and a symphony of moans leaving your mouth.

"So tight. Fuck." Kenny moaned, his hips snapping back and forth, driving himself into you faster and deeper each time, your head spinning and your moans becoming louder.

And when he felt your walls begin to tighten round him more and more, Kenny knew you were close. "P-Please, Mysterion, please. Can I come?" You just about managed, Kenny's thrusts keeping up their brutal pace, a smirk on his face as he moaned himself, you pussy tightening round him in all the right ways.

"Come for me, slut, scream my name." Kenny groaned, his grip on your ass tightening as he felt your walls tightening round him, your orgasm crashing over you, your back arched against the cold brick wall of his room, and your moans filling the bedroom, as you called out his name, your pussy pulsating round Kenny's throbbing cock.

"K-Kenny!" You practically shouted, and he knew he was going to come there and then, his thrusts becoming sloppy, pushing himself in to the hilt one final time, before spilling his load deep within you, your name spilling from his mouth over and over, calling out for you as you did for him.

Kenny pulled out of you, lowering your legs gently to put you down, both of you panting desperately for breath. And he threw you a towel he had brought into his bedroom earlier, because he knew this would happen, better to be prepared right?

Once you were both cleaned up and had finally caught your breaths, Kenny pulled you into bed beside him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head between your breasts, a sigh of content leaving his mouth.

You ran your hands through his messy hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, making him gaze up at you fondly.

"I love you, Y/N. How did I ever manage to pull a girl like you?" Kenny cooed, his eyes wide, and you swore you were lost in them, a small smile on your face, pressing your lips to Kenny's for a quick peck.

"I love you too, Kenny. And I'm the one that's lucky here, not only did I pull Kenny McCormick, but I pulled Mysterion too!" You said, making you both laugh.

"You certainly did, baby. You you'll have us both forever."

[hotchs-big-hands]

hi hi im fucking obsessed with your page and all the lovely anons like ya’ll are keeping me alive with your thoughts, comments, rants, stories, and gifs😭😭😭 HOWEVER i was wondering if anyone has any thoughts about how the team would take it if they saw how haley was treating the reader with her snide fucking comments and ugly ass attitude???? OR what if haley tries to get the team on her side bc she’s so fucking stupid and blinded with jealousy even tho they arent really close in the first place????

please bless me with your thoughts (IM BEGGING YOU🧎‍♀️)

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Awwwhhh gosh thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖 you're very sweet! And I welcome you 🌊 anon!! It's nice to have you here 🥰🥰🥰🥰

NOW onto the deets!! Sooooo okay they can tell that whenever you're around or mentioned Haley is ✨tense✨. I mean they are profilers! It esp goes down when there's a gathering at the bar after a case. You're there, as you often are (even before you started dating Aaron if you're part of the team) and just generally having a great time sitting with him.

And then Haley enters the same bar. She managed to have Jack handed over to her sister, being encouraged to "get back out there". But what Jessica doesn't know is Haley decided to go to the very same bar she was attending with Aaron with the team years ago. She had heard he was seeing someone, but now she knows he is. And boy... she is not happy.

You're younger than her for a start. Pretty. Real pretty. Definitely more filled out than she ever was, however. And Aaron has his arm around your waist, smiling gently and chuckling at whatever the conversation was being had. No, she didn't want to see him so-

So she decides to saunter into the bar, pretending she hasn't seen any of them as she orders herself a drink. As she takes hold of her drink she walks casually near their table, she knows they've spotted her now. And then she feigns surprise as she lets her eyes wander to the group.

"Oh! I didn't expect to cross paths with you all tonight." She says. The group offer polite greetings to her and she smiles and nods, then her eyes land on you. "Ah... and you are?"

You tell her your name. She watches as Aaron's grip on you tightens a little. She hums.

"I see. Well I'm Haley Brooks, Aaron's ex-wife. I'm sure you know my dearest Jack, yes? I'm his mother." She says smugly as she shakes your hand a little too tightly. You look uncomfortable, she enjoys it. Her eyes drift to Aaron, who's watching her with slightly narrowed eyes. "I didn't expect you to move onto someone so... hmm, how should I put it?"

"Haley." Aaron says. His tone is a warning. Haley narrows her eyes a little.

"I was only going to say they're young, Aaron." God, she enjoyed the discomfort from the way she said his name. You're looking at her with a certain look that suggested you knew she was lying about what she was about to say. No doubt you'd heard it before, she thinks. One of the others at the table clears their throat.

"Ah, you here with anyone tonight?" Emilia(Emily?) asks her. Haley shifts her gaze to the woman with dark hair.

"Mhm no. Just haven't had much time for myself recently." She knows her words sting. Good. You clear your throat and offer a polite smile.

"I don't mind looking after Jack sometimes if you and Jessica need a break. He's always a good kid when he's at his dad's." You offer and Haley breathes out through her nose sharply.

"That's funny, when I spotted you all I thought you probably worked as a babysitter. You certainly look like one."

Before anyone else can speak up, Aaron slams his glass down on the table and stands up, firm and tall.

"Alright, that's enough. I think you should go." He says sternly to her. Haley gasps, wide eyed.

"A-Aaron I-"

"Now."

In a spark of anger, Haley downs her drink in one and slams her own glass down on the table.

"Fine. I'll just have to try to find myself a ride home then." She snaps. She turns to leave, and from behind her she hears possibly Derek say,

"Leave it to us, Hotch. Stay with (Y/n)."

She never did get to see you again.

[mushiewrites]

Finding Giggly Gogy

from this prompt list, from my lil angel baby puppy knight @awkwardtickleetoo 🥺 (ask here!). thank you for the prompt, this was so cute and fun to bang out (and torture you with) in like 2 hours bc im insane :3

prompt 1 - “i really want to tk you right now” / prompt 12 - “why are you holding back! laugh!”

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.5K words)

As the evening sun poured through the living room windows, George held his hand in front of his eyes, squinting and readjusting until the sun was no longer blinding him. He slumped back into the pillows he had placed under his head, having been laying on the couch for around an hour now after finishing up with dinner. Dream was sitting beside him with George’s legs draped over his thighs, a hand resting on the brunette’s shin while the other arm was over the back of the couch, leaning into it. Sapnap had left the two after eating, having prior plans to do a sponsored stream with Karl and a few other friends, leaving them to find their own entertainment. 

They had spent their time with the tv on, some random show playing simply for background noise as they scrolled through Tiktok, every now and again showing each other funny ones that had popped up on their feeds. After a little while though Dream felt George beginning to fidget, sensing that the older boy was getting bored. Which in his experience was never a good thing. He locked his phone before placing it on the couch cushions next to him, turning his head to catch the end of George’s stretch. 

His hands were above his head, his eyes closed and his leg muscles flexed slightly as he let out a contented sigh, melting back into the couch as his muscles relaxed. Dream’s attention was caught by a flash of pale skin, a tiny sliver of lower tummy exposed from George’s arms being raised. The blonde smiled, letting out a huff of air through his nose while he thought about the possible reactions he’d get if he traced a nail over it. The elder opened his eyes, his arms still above his head as he smiled up at Dream in slight confusion. 

“What are you-” 

“I really want to tickle you right now.” 

“Wh- no?!” George’s arms immediately lowered, crossing over his torso as his hands covered what they could, yanking his shirt back down. “Why?!”

“You just look so….tickleable?” Dream raised an eyebrow as he spoke, the corners of his mouth turning up at the word choice. George scoffed, leaning up on his elbows and trying to pull his legs off of Dream’s lap. 

“That’s not even a word! Wh- Why?!” The elder exclaimed in surprise as he felt a grip on both of his ankles, pulling them back to lay against the couch and forcing George’s thighs to lay back over Dream’s. “Whahat are you doing?! L-Let mehehe go!” He fell back onto the couch as he used his hands to grab at Dream’s, trying and failing to pull them away from his ankles. He squealed, covering his mouth with his hands when he felt the swipe of a finger over the arch of his left foot. The hands climbed up his calves and to his knees, squeezing the sides of it twice and causing George to let out a startled gasp. 

“Why would I do that when I could have a squirming, giggly Gogy in my lap?” The words made George’s cheeks slowly heat up, his hands now moving from covering just his mouth to covering his whole face. Dream took this opportunity to move his hands up slowly, kneading gently into the muscles above George’s knees and smiling when he heard another muffled squeal from behind his hands. 

“Nnh!” George whined behind his hands, still refusing to move them as Dream continued his pinches and prods on his sensitive inner thighs. Dream used his thumb and middle finger to knead little circles on the inner and outer thigh at the same time, giggling as George bucked up with yet another squeal. But no matter how many times his fingers traveled up and down the thighs, George didn’t let out any laughter. This was odd, considering George normally loses his mind at any type of tickles he receives. Dream rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of the boy next to him, smirking when he realized what he was doing.  

“What’s going on? I have a squirmy Gogy, but it seems I’m lacking a giggly Gogy! Let’s change that, shall we?” 

George lowered his hands at that, panicking with his eyes wide as he watched Dream wiggle his fingers over his torso. The brunette reached his arms up, attempting to grab onto Dream’s wrists again, but squeaked when the hands dodged out of his path and began poking softly up and down the right side of George’s ribs. As quickly as he lowered them, George’s hands were back over his face, a shaky groan seeping through his fingers as Dream continued the gentle assault on his ribs. 

“Why are you holding back? Laugh, you little idiot!” George whined at that, shaking his head quickly as his blush quickly spread from his cheeks to his ears, turning them bright red and letting Dream know his teases were getting to him. 

“Come on, where’s my pretty boy? Why is he hiding the giggles from me, huh?” Another long whine from George was all Dream needed to tell him that the older boy was on the brink of breaking, smirking as he moved one hand from George’s ribs down to his thighs again. 

“Alright, Georgie. You’ve left me no choice.” Dream faked a disappointed sigh before pinching his right hand over George’s bottom ribs, while his left hand squeezed quickly into his inner upper thigh. The blonde was smiling, breaking into his own giggles as he watched George squirm like a fish out of water, kicking his legs pathetically against the couch and twisting his torso back and forth to try to move away from Dream’s pinches. 

“Mhmhm!! Nhn!” 

Slowly but surely, more squeaks and squeals came from behind the barrier George had made with his hands, until eventually it all exploded out when Dream hit a particularly sensitive spot on the back of George’s ribs. The elder tried his hardest to keep his laughter in, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as hard as he could, but it was no use. He was simply too ticklish. George couldn’t help the hyena-sounding cackles that poured from him, finally letting it all out and quickly grabbing for Dream’s hands once again.

“There he is! Finally, giggly Gogy has been found!” The pun was not lost on George, who would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t drowning in his own laughter. 

“Okahay okay! P-Plehehease! Dreheheam!” George pleaded, giving Dream his best teary puppy dog eyes to try and persuade the younger boy to stop. It would seem luck was on George’s side as not even a minute later, the tickling came to a stop, now replaced with soothing rubs from Dream’s palms to help calm the ghost tickles. George allowed himself to ride out the giggles, closing his eyes again and throwing an arm over his face that was still glowing bright pink. 

“Wh-What was thahat for?!” He questioned the blonde as he finally got his breathing regulated, leaning back up on his elbows as he waited for Dream’s reply.

“I was bored, you were bored. I saw you were squirmy and I just had to do it! Plus, you’re adorable when you’re tickled.” Dream explained, laughing when George rolled his eyes. He poked into the older boy’s ribs twice more, making the smaller boy break out into panicked giggles as he pulled his legs back over and up into his chest, finally able to break free from the tickly trap Dream had him in. 

“That’s not even a real reason!” George complained, trying his best to sound annoyed through the huge grin that he couldn’t quite shake, the ghost tickles still bubbling in his tummy at the thought of what he just went through. 

“To be fair, I was going to stop, but you decided to be stubborn and hold your giggles back from me,” Dream shrugged, picking up his phone from off of the couch before unlocking it, now scrolling through his twitter feed. “Consider this a learning experience! Next time just laugh for me, okay kitten?” 

The nickname had George blushing up to his ears once more, letting out one last scoff as he sat up the right way on the couch, his feet barely touching the ground as he leaned back into the couch next to Dream, shoulders brushing together as he did. 

And if a few minutes later Dream finds himself with a lap full of the brunette’s torso, no one can blame him when he decides to tickle the life out of him; this time making sure George doesn’t have any chance of holding in his laughter. In fact, just because he was robbed of prior giggles, Dream decides to make him scream. Just because he can.

[krikeymate]

Im sorry you’re not feeling the best rn..

Some happy sam and tara(and a few kirby) thoughts for you!

(Some of these might be inaccurate)

Tara cannot cook… one time she nearly set the house on fire when she tried to cook simple microwave mac and cheese. She definitely forgot to add water

Tara is so short that sometimes if sam isnt paying attention she will run right into her!

One time sam went to a small party and she got drunk and when she safely got back home so just picks up tara and takes her to her room so they can cuddle :)

When tara was little she would always use sam almost like a table.. she would put the wolves on sam and make them play on her

Sam always picks tara up like a child… tara pretends not to like it

Whenever sam and tara are arguing they settle the argument with a tickle or pillow fight

The first time tara fell asleep on kirby.. she almost started crying because tara looked so vulnerable when she was sleeping and she had trusted kirby enough to let her guard down around her.

Tara loves play wrestling with her friends and sam of course!

🥺

did you know i'm in love with you anon?

These are all accurate if you split them between canon and foster AU!

Canon Tara 100% cannot cook, that baby has some serious issues with food and she had no one to teach or encourage her, so she eats some pretty weird food combinations. In Foster AU, Sam had those issues, and so she and Tara learn to cook together.

Sam walking into or just carrying Tara around is canon in any universe.

Canon Sam, 16 years old, day-drunk and missing her sister after a day of skipping school and chugging beers with her friends, stumbles home in the evening. She trips over the doorframe, giggling to herself, and climbs up the stairs on her hands and feet. She stumbles into her sister's room, where she's scowling at her homework, workbook tossed onto the floor. Sam doesn't like that look on her face, and she shuffles over and half collapses on top of Tara, hugging her tight. She takes no notice of the way Tara whines and wiggles in her grip, and picks her up in a bear hug, and drags her from the room and into her own. She wants a sleepover with her sister tonight. Tara just sighs and leans into Sam, it's been so long since she's held her. She's missed it.

Child Tara absolutely uses Sam as a play surface. Drawing on her skin, toys climbing her arms, cars racing over her legs.

Sometimes when they're arguing, and Sam knows she's wrong, she'll instigate a pillow fight. It's her way of submitting without saying she's wrong. She'll let Tara win and let out her frustration by smacking her with a pillow.

Tara was born to be the only girl with 5 older brothers. She's a scrapper, despite her size, she'll tussle with the best of them if given half a chance.

In canon and Foster AU, Tara feeling safe enough to fall asleep on Kirby is a momentous occasion. It's not just a big moment for Tara, but for Sam too, because it means Sam feels safe enough to let her close to her sister, to see her while she's vulnerable and trust that she won't hurt her.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

MWAH BACK hehehe

SCREAM TOMMY GET LOVED IDIOT ‼️

and baby jake being so loving w his tata 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and all three of them loving eo sm and so easily sobbing screaming crying throwing up

ooooo we love a mastermind chris whatever will they get up to now that he has his husbands all to himself 😈😈

ik i said it a million times but im so obsessed w their easy physical touching and affection sob sob cry cry weep weep also how bitey they are w each other <33 BITING IS A LOVE LANGUAGE !!!!!!

-f <333333

I’m going to grab ahold of you and squeeze you’re too fun I love that you joined us.

Tom is a fool but a very loved fool. He just needs reminded that they picked him early on.

Oh Jake had to be pried off of his dads some days. He has that strong baby grip. He loves all of his dads so much. Tom is the best one to play dinosaur and Barbie’s. Chris wins at bath time and Ron does the best voices for reading.

Very much worship his husbands. And get mauled in return, he’ll have so many bruises. I’ve been eyeing this n$fw list that’s been floating around and might finally write some ~fun~ things for them. You should know you’re always welcome to request… *nudge nudge*

MWAH MWAH HERES A BIT OF A SHORT THING OF MORE AFFECTION!

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When Chris came back into the house he was exhausted. A 24 that turned into a 32 just about killed him and David. Thank god Lucas picked them up and dropped Chris off. He stumbles over the tiny shoe that clearly got kicked off.

If there’s one thing their kid hates more then hats it’s shoes. He can hear the tv on low. Some talk show. Ron is clearly singing to Jake in the other room. By the time Chris makes it to the living room he feels like he is going to collapse.

Tom grins at him from the couch, he has a cat in his lap and looks relaxed. Chris might cry. He loves this idiot so much. “Chrisy? Baby? You good?” Chris realizes he’s been standing there saying nothing for a long time. He walks over and picks the cat up and kisses her head. He sets her on the couch next to them, she meows in annoyance but lets Chris take her spot.

Chris curls into Tom. He ducks his head under his chin and hold on tight. “I’m so sleepy.” Tom gently laughs and brushes his hair back. “Let’s do to bed. I’ll carry you come on.” Chris feels hands go around his waist. Suddenly he’s in the air. He wraps his legs around Tom like the koala he’s accused of being.

He starts to drift off at the steady sound of Tom’s breathing. He knows he’ll end up in bed.

Chris jerks when he feels a tiny hand brush the back of his head. “Baby?” “Dada!” He leans back and blinks at Jake. Little baby Jake being held by Ron.

“Little chickie wanted to say night night to dada and tata.” Jake leans his head down to get kissed by them. They of course obey. Chris leans from Tom’s arms and Tom kisses Jake from where he’s holding Chris. “Night sweetie. I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

As soon as Ron walks back to Jake’s room Chris drops his head onto Tom’s shoulder again. “Okay sleepy come on. I’ll get you ready for bed.” Chris hums and kisses Tom’s neck. He loves these men. Always has always will.

[whorekneecentral]

also aguero + drunk sex/make out session ??? like maybe something after a romantic dinner and you're all over each other when u get home and its just sweet 🥺 idk I think that man is a soft dom yk? - lewis anon

do you know how long this has been in my inbox 😭 it keeps getting buried but im finally writing it! <3

Your 5th anniversary together and Sergio still treats every date like the first one.

You two decided to have a quiet night in and have dinner at home. When he first brought up the idea, you assumed he meant that he'd be making dinner but instead, he had a private chef come in and cook for the two of you.

It was peaceful and quiet, the two of you giggling over the bottle of wine you shared. The chef had left a while ago and you two were tipsy and half way done the second bottle of wine when you decided it was time to pack up the leftovers.

Sergio kisses your shoulder as you put the food into the container, pulling down the strap of your top. "Serg," you giggled, swatting his wandering hands away.

"What?" he asked, leaning on the counter as you put the food onto the fridge. His eyes fixed on you when you bend over to pick something up, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Stop staring at my ass," you smacked his arm, laughing.

Sergio smiles, pulling you to him. The man kisses you and turns you around so you're pinned between him and the counter. He lifts you onto it and your hand tangles in his hair to pull him closer, spreading your legs for him to step between them.

"I want dessert," he announces, his finger trails up your bare thigh.

"There's cake in the fridge," you tell him, "do you want me to get it?" You were about to get off the counter but he stops you, kissing you once again. "No, I know exactly what I want," he pulls you a little closer to the edge, sinking down onto his knees.

"Oh," you giggled, watching as he pushes your skirt up. "Here?" You looked at him, your leg propped up on his shoulder while he kisses up your thigh.

"Right here," he whispers against your skin.

Your hips jut forward when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his brown hair. 

Sergio glances up at you and you’re like an angel on earth to him right now; head tossed back, skin glistening under the white light of the kitchen, his head buried between your legs. 

The hand on your thigh shifts to between your legs, two fingers slowly pushing into you. You feel him curl his fingers slowly. “Serg- fuck, there.” You pull on his hair, getting him to do what he did again. 

Sergio mimicked his actions again until he can feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth. 

He gives you a minute to catch your breath as he kisses his way back up to your face. His hands cup your face when he whispers to you; "happy anniversary, mi amor."