#like.... this is my 🫧... why are YOU in my bubble??

[thcrealheroes]

“I miss you, but I know you don’t miss me.” [ for bubbles maybe? <3 ]

memes i am clearing out || @jgoldberg

"WHAT ? THAT ISN'T TRUE, JOE ! OF COURSE, I MISS YOU !" Bubbles can feel her heart beginning to PANIC- the rush of anxiety weighing upon her as the feeling of GUILT has already started to eat its way into her. Suddenly her lungs feel like they're suffocating and she's searching for words- to hope to explain herself, in the hope of making him feel less terrible. SHE DID THIS ? SHE HURT HIM ?! Bubbles never liked disappointing or upsetting someone; hurting someone else's feelings only made her want to cry, if she's honest. Her sisters told her that Joe wasn't a good idea, that Joe this and Joe that- and maybe she couldn't see the RED FLAGS, but they were there, weren't they ? Least, that's what she has been told... Blossom was bright and knew what was best- didn't she ? But seeing Joe now- Bubbles didn't know what to think anymore. She reaches for him- or tries to. Stands where she is instead, with her arms glued to her side, a watery expression filled with distress. "I-I'M SO SORRY, JOE !" She starts to say while nervously running her fingers through her blonde locks. "I miss you... I do. I don't know.... I was just listening to my sisters, and- and I didn't want to disappoint them, but I should have also considered your feelings and... I'm so sorry. Please, the last thing I want to do is hurt your feelings or make you think I didn't care about you. I do ! I still so !"   

[rafeslittlepup]

“a day in my life as a bunnywife” tiktok🐇🪽🍵🤍

“i wake up before rafey to do my skincare + make his black coffee so he wakes up to a warm house and warm wife 🤍”

she’s brushing her teeth in a lace-trim robe, vanilla candle lit, pink silk pillowcases.

“eep! i make his breakfast while he ‘clears his head’ with a cold shower + fox news”

she’s flipping heart-shaped blueberry pancakes, wearing bunny fuzzy slippers. rafe walks past half-naked and kisses her neck, pulling her close, she just giggles.

“i packed his lunchie! steak, pickles, protein bar”

she also draws a little heart on a hello kitty post-it note and write “i love you” in cursive.

“i drop the kids at school! grab some matcha & bible study + watered my little garden”

she’s sitting outside in a zimmermann sundress journaling with nancy sinatra playing, nails are freshly done as she flips the pages.

“did some pr unboxings for my etsy shop + cleaned the house”

she’s opening pastel packages, folds tea towels, arranges more flowers in a vintage pitcher, and kissed her rosary necklace.

“ran errands in my ballet flats n frilly socks 🫧”

she’s at the farmers market, pushing the double stroller with rhett and colton.

“getting dolled up before he comes home , he likes when i wear gloss + that pink miu miu ribbon he bought me”

she’s in the mirror applying lip gloss and mascara, spritzing perfume behind your ears, then lights candles around the house.

“dinner’s ready!!”

rafe walks in, kisses her head, and they both sit down to eat at the table set for two. the kids are with now with grandma.

“bubble bath & baby pink nightgown…he likes when i wait in bed :3”

she’s in bed and rafe looks like a caveman massaging her legs.

💬

@whitemostermessiah: I drink raw eggs every morning for a chance to breathe her recycled air

@bimbotheorist: she’s the final form of post-ironic femininity. barbie-core with brain damage. i’m obsessed

@dollflesh666: i showed this to my bf and he asked why i don’t act like this. i’m spiraling but also thank u

@thetradgirlyz: i just know she smells like fresh laundry and vanilla cupcake body butter

@testosteroneteacups: soft girl routine ft. a man who’s 1 bad dream away from a felony???

[dollyswishingwell]

would it be possible to ask for a scene with each one of the lads boys where y/n suggest another woman would be perfect for him?

luv your works

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ It was a joke, honey

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, i made it as less angsty as possible cause fuck that.

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You joke that another woman would look better with him

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The sun was pouring into the atelier, golden and lazy. You were lounging on a plush blanket spread out on the floor, eating lychee with sticky fingers while Rafayel sat nearby, sketching lazy strokes of you in the sunlight, your legs, your neckline, the exact curl of your hair he liked most.

He looked so serene, cross-legged with his messy purple hair tied back in a loose ribbon, a shell-pigment smudge on his cheekbone. You smiled at him, fond and playful.

“You know,” you said casually, licking juice from your thumb, “that art curator from the gala would be perfect for you. Gorgeous, elegant, knows her brushes. Bet she doesn’t wear cupcake pajamas all day and cry over cartoon animals.”

Rafayel stopped mid-sketch.

His head snapped up so fast you swore he might’ve pulled something.

“What did you just say?”

You blinked. “I’m kidding, Raffy.”

“No—no, don’t joke like that,” he said quickly, dropping the sketchpad and crawling over to you like a panicked cat. “What do you mean she’d be perfect for me? That lady talks in museum riddles and said my sculpture ‘lacked post-human theory.’ I wanted to bite her.”

You started laughing, but he was already dramatically flopping into your lap like a deflated sea lion.

“She didn’t even like the shell pigments,” he mumbled, face smooshed against your belly. “And she asked if I’d ever consider painting ‘real subjects.’ What does that even mean? I only paint you.”

“Raf—”

“I like your cupcake pajamas,” he said with a dramatic sniff, clinging tighter. “They have bows on them. You’re soft and sweet and cry over sea turtle videos and you always smell like strawberries and conditioner. Why would I want some brush lady when I can have my pretty princess wife who lets me taste her lipgloss?”

“…You lick my lip gloss?”

“That’s not the point,” he said, lifting his head, ears bright red and eyes wide with betrayed panic. “Do you want to leave me for someone with real pajamas?”

You burst out laughing, swatting at his chest. “You’re so dramatic! I was joking!”

He glared at you for exactly one second before slumping back onto your lap with a sigh. “…I’m going to spit bubbles at you soon.”

“You always say that.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣�� ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

It was late afternoon, and Zayne was sitting at the edge of the velvet couch in your shared walk-in closet, fingers lazily undoing the buttons on his sleeves as you turned in the mirror, twirling in a pastel gown he’d bought you for the hospital’s annual gala.

“You’ve gotten too good at spoiling me,” you murmured, checking the fit of the bodice. “You realize you could’ve brought literally any woman to that event, right? That intern from cardiology is practically your type. Tall. Driven. Doesn’t sit around the house in fluffy slippers eating strawberries in bed.”

You said it lightly, teasing, the kind of little self-deprecating quip you always made to make fun of how much he babied you now. You expected a subtle eye-roll, maybe a quiet “You’re being ridiculous.”

Instead, Zayne’s hands paused on the cufflink.

He said nothing.

You turned in time to see the tension in his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow. He looked up at you from over the rims of his glasses, his hazel green eyes unreadable.

“…Is that what you think?” he asked finally, voice low and even.

You blinked. “Zaynie. I was joking.”

He stood, smoothing the sleeves back down and walking toward you with quiet, measured steps. You watched him approach in the mirror, his reflection looming behind you, composed as always, but you could see the way his brows remained faintly drawn together.

“I don’t know what made you say that,” he murmured, reaching to adjust the strap of your dress that had slipped slightly off your shoulder, “but I chose you.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, slow, deliberate, just over the thin strap.

“I chose the woman who sends me midday pictures of her lunch shaped like hearts,” he continued, lips brushing your skin as he spoke. “The one who buys enough hair clips to keep an entire hospital ward supplied. The one who waits for me to come home just so she can tell me about a dream she had where I turned into a pastry.”

You muffled a laugh. “You were a mille-feuille. I didn’t choose that.”

“I still think about it,” he deadpanned.

You turned to face him, cheeks warm, but he was already brushing your hair gently behind your ear with a scarred hand. He looked down at you, expression still serious.

“Don’t joke like that again,” he said softly. “I don’t find it funny.”

“…Sorry.”

“I’d have to fire the intern just for looking at me.”

You gaped. “You can’t fire someone just for—!”

He tilted his head, faintest quirk of amusement at the corner of his mouth. “Watch me.”

And then, without another word, he bent down and kissed you full on the lips, one hand at your waist, the other ghosting along the back of your neck. It was warm and grounding and possessive.

And when he pulled away, you were a little breathless.

“…I’m yours,” he said simply.

That was it.

No flourish. No embellishment.

Just fact.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You were both curled up in bed on a rainy morning, tucked under a heavy quilt in the massive penthouse bedroom. Xavier was warm beside you, half-draped over your body like a sleepy cat, chin nestled on your stomach as you idly scrolled your holopad looking at outfits for the upcoming Deep Space Hunter gala.

“I’m never going to look as good as all those girls in the newsfeeds,” you mumbled, squinting at a model in a diamond mesh gown. “Honestly, you should’ve taken someone like that to the gala instead. Someone elegant. Mysterious. Not a spoiled princess who wears socks with cartoon suns on them.”

Xavier blinked, very slowly.

Then he reached out and poked the toe of said sock peeking from under the blanket.

“I like the suns,” he said flatly. “They are cheerful.”

You snorted. “Xavi. I was joking.”

He didn’t move. He just stared at you, blue eyes calm, but somehow deeply… offended.

“I do not want someone mysterious,” he said seriously. “I already do not understand most humans. Why would I want someone more confusing?”

“…It was a joke.”

“I want the one who sings to her moisturizer.”

“That was one time.”

“I want the one who makes my tea too sweet. Who buys sparkly jackets she never wears. Who calls me ‘Xavi’ like it’s a real name.”

You stared at him.

Then you cracked a smile. “Are you pouting?”

He didn’t answer. Just slowly burrowed further into your stomach like a sulking marshmallow.

After a beat of silence, his muffled voice mumbled, “You said you were a princess. You are my princess. That is a high rank.”

“I was joking, Xavier.”

“I’m still taking damage.”

You laughed and stroked your fingers through his soft silver hair, brushing it gently behind one ear. “You’re ridiculous.”

He lifted his head, eyes soft and serious. “Don’t say things like that again,” he said. “Not even in jest. I have already chosen you. You are not up for debate.”

And then, he leaned up and kissed your forehead once, firmly, as though sealing some sort of strange celestial pact. After that, he promptly slumped back down onto your chest and… fell asleep mid-hug.

You stared at him, stunned.

“…You literally passed out after scolding me.”

“I didn’t scold,” he murmured sleepily. “I was clarifying.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You were curled up on Sylus’s desk chair in one of his private armory offices, lazily eating sugared fruit and scrolling newsfeeds while he reclined on the leather couch, arms spread out like he owned the world (he practically did).

The room smelled like spiced tea and faint smoke from the plasma testing range. Outside, night had fallen over the city, but in here everything felt untouched, lavish and quiet, until you muttered under your breath:

“Maybe you should’ve picked a hunter from the top ranks. One who’s still active. Not some ex-space menace who lounges around demanding velvet slippers and biting your fingers when you steal her strawberries.”

Sylus didn’t even blink.

He just let that silence hang, slow and syrupy.

Then, like molasses.

“…Is that your idea of a joke?”

You flicked your wrist lazily. “Sort of.”

He stood.

One smooth, terrifying movement.

And then, he was towering over you, red eyes glowing faintly, one hand braced on the back of the chair you were in, leaning down so close you could feel the heat off his breath.

“You think I tolerate you because you’re convenient?” he said, voice low and amused. “Darling, I made you like this.’”

You raised your brows, trying to mask the way your heart jumped. “You liked me better when I could fight 5 wanderers in one go and take out five protocol gangs before lunch.”

He huffed a soft laugh through his nose. “You’re still the same little menace who smacked me in the mouth because I put honey in your tea.”

“That was chamomile, Sylus.”

“Exactly. You’re still feisty enough to assault a the leader of the N109 zone over steeped flowers. And you think you’ve gone soft?”

He leaned closer, his mouth grazing the shell of your ear now, voice smug and fond and dangerously low.

“You traded your blaster for diamond hairpins. You made me redecorate an entire wing because the pillows were ‘visually tragic.’ You ride me harder than my bloodsteel stallion and still have the audacity to pout when I don’t butter your toast right. And infact you didn’t even want to be this, didn’t i have to lock you in the safehouse”

You swallowed.

He chuckled.

“You haven’t lost your edge. You’ve just sharpened it.”

And then, he kissed you.

Hard. Fierce. Like claiming territory. One hand in your hair, the other wrapped around your waist, dragging you up and onto his lap like he owned you. Which he did. Which you let him.

When he pulled back, his tone dipped into something rougher.

“If I wanted a docile little soldier,” he murmured, brushing his thumb against your lower lip, “I wouldn’t have chosen the only woman alive who keeps demanding I wear a fluffy pink robe to breakfast.”

You stared at him.

“…I like when you wear it.”

“I know. That’s why I keep it on longer.”

He smirked.

And you realized, he wasn’t reassuring you.

He was reaffirming ownership.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

The Skyhaven penthouse was quiet.

Caleb had just come back from a mission, still in his Colonel uniform, gloves half-peeled off, peaked cap tossed on the marble counter, when you made the mistake of speaking.

“I saw the footage from today’s op. You looked good next to Commander Reyna,” you said lightly, scrolling your holo as you lounged in your silken loungewear. “She’s sharp. Still out in the field. You two would’ve made a great pair, honestly.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

You glanced up, expecting a scoff or a smirk.

Instead, Caleb was just standing there. Still.

Staring at you like you’d just told him the sky wasn’t real.

He walked toward you slowly, boots quiet on the marble floor, until he reached the couch and crouched, level with you. His purple eyes were unreadable.

“…You think I’d want her?” he asked softly. Too softly.

You blinked. “It was a joke, Caleb.”

His gloved hand came up, gently cupping your cheek. So gentle. Too gentle. “No, Pipsqueak. You were testing me.”

You opened your mouth to laugh it off, but he leaned closer. His forehead touched yours, breath warm. His expression didn’t change.

“Let me be very clear,” he said, in that calm Colonel voice that made hardened men freeze in place. “I didn’t become this to be with someone like Reyna. I didn’t tear my hands open in simulations, I didn’t bleed for Fleet promotions, I didn’t build this life up from the ashes of everything we used to be just to throw it away for someone else.”

You swallowed.

“I built this world for you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your brow. “Piece by piece. Brick by brick. I wanted to make you feel so safe that you forgot how to fight. So pampered that the word mission made your eyes glaze over.”

His fingers traced your jaw now, lovingly, obsessively.

“You used to walk into gunfire without flinching. Now you scream if I burn your pancakes,” he smiled faintly. “I’ve done my job well, haven’t I?”

“Caleb…”

“You think I’d throw that away? For some woman with good trigger discipline and zero love for cherry-sugar lip balm?”

“…You’re being dramatic.”

He chuckled, and kissed your cheek. “You’re right. I am. That’s what you do to me, pips.”

Then, he tugged you onto his lap like you weighed nothing, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight, tight, tight against his chest.

“You don’t get to talk about replacing yourself ever again,” he murmured. “Not even as a joke. Not after everything I gave up for you.”

You felt his hand press low on your spine, protective and possessive.

“You’re not the one who changed, sweetheart. I did. And I’m never going back.”

[yan-randomfandom]

yandere viktor with an innocent and naive reader but with magical abilities, where the reader knows how to use simple magic like conjuring plants or controlling water... ((the reader only knows the basics of magic, since no one taught it and this magic would be the only one so far who knows how to do it, and the reader was a little scared of being in a rush or being studied like a lab rat because she has magic, but she confided her secret to Viktor...)) Why do you do that?

Y!Viktor x GN!Mage!Reader

a/n: posting this before act 2 omg, i think i need a rewatch — btw this one only has very light yandere undertones,, ..erm

🫧 ;

"Psst. Hey, want to know a secret?"

Viktor blinked. His eyes followed the moving reflection on the iridescent river. Your figure was mirrored in the water, an unreadable expression on your face.

... He looked up, alarmed. Were you talking to him? Viktor didn't even know you.

You met his amber eyes. For whatever reason, on the edge of the cliff just above the water, you folded your legs against your chest and buried half your face in your arms.

"Well?" you pushed, voice muffled.

His mouth opened, then closed. Viktor nodded wordlessly instead.

" ... Promise me you won't tell anyone."

Without a moment's hesitation, the young boy nodded again.

He watched as you stood up and jumped steadily into the river, splashing him and his mechanical boat. A low, frustrated groan escaped him as water seeped into his clothes.

"Oh, sorry," you said as he tried to wipe the water from his face. "Let me get that for you."

Suddenly, Viktor felt his weight gradually become less unpleasant—almost refreshing, even, as if the water slid across and away from his skin and clothes.

That's when he saw it.

A small blob of water, floating in the air. It moved carefully like it was fragile.

Then came another, and another. Small specks came together until it formed one single bubble.

Abruptly, it dropped in the river. Like nothing ever happened. Viktor's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Cool, right?" you grinned. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his jaw gaping. One of your hands was lifted, fingers poised in a manner of delicacy.

"You," Viktor finally spoke, stammering, his breathing ragged. "You did that? Was that... magic?"

You chuckled, settling yourself beside him. He turned to you, scooting over to make room, and met your steady gaze. “I think so. But I was serious when I said never, ever tell anyone.”

He shook his head, utterly appalled. "Is this some sort of trick?"

"I wish—"

“This is not funny,” he snarled, his demeanor shifting completely, catching you off guard. “If you’re just here to get a reaction out of me, I’d advise you and your friends to leave. Please.”

You frowned, standing up with your fists clenched. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m so sorry! And I don’t… even have friends.”

Viktor searched your face.

There's nothing to suggest a lie. He's observant, and he quietly prides himself over it, but this is one of the few cases where he genuinely starts to doubt his judgment.

"But," you sighed, turning away. "I'll leave if that's what you want. Apologies."

...

"... Wait."

— 🌱

The leaves of the seedling barely moved.

"Aw," you chuckled, dropping your arm to your side. Who knew conjuring plant powers could be so draining? "Well, I tried. Let's take a break!"

He let out a choked noise, pausing his writing. "We barely started! How is it that whenever you get to try something new and amazing, you avoid it?”

...

You didn't respond immediately.

Viktor put down his notebook, looking back at you, who was blankly staring at him.

"I guess I'm... scared?" you said, tilting your head. To his surprise, you gently grabbed his hand, running your thumb across his palm.

His face warmed. He physically couldn't say or do anything.

"You're the only one who knows about this, Vik," you muttered, your eyes fixed on his rough skin. "I sprung this on you when we were kids, which is kind of hilarious, by the way, but I had a reason. In my mind, you were the only one who would understand."

He thought so, too.

Viktor couldn’t stop himself from slipping his fingers between yours. It was a good thing you weren’t looking at him—otherwise, you might’ve seen how red his face had become.

"And you told me no one will believe me," he said, and while the memory was of you giving him a serious warning, his tone was filled with nothing but endearment.

"I still stand by that," you laughed, pulling your hand away from his, much to his disappointment. You still hadn't glance at his face. He mentally scolded himself for almost hoping you would see his expression. "Especially with our age now. They'll just think you're crazy."

"I understand," he chuckled, turning away. "About that break... you want to go to our usual?"

A smile curled your lips. "Yes, please!"

— 💌

Viktor said he has a surprise for you.

Admittedly, you're feeling extremely anxious. He grew up to become a researcher, an inventor—facts that don’t surprise you.

As his best friend, a person able to do magic, while absolutely shitty at it, you know he sees you as someone with massive potential. Literally. No one else in Piltover or Zaun is known to do this. Maybe in a hundred years—who knows? You didn't even have a proper education.

...

Viktor cleared his throat. "I've been offered a position in the University of Piltover."

You froze. The letter in his fingers bore the university’s wax seal in the center, bold and unmistakable.

“Holy shit,” you blurted, your eyes darting between him and the letter. “Holy shit!”

Jumping over to Viktor, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. The biggest, most triumphant smile tugged at your lips. He staggered a little, but you were too wrapped up in your happiness to notice.

"Language," he laughed, hugging you back.

You snickered. "I'm so proud of you! Words can't even begin to express how happy I am for you!"

Pulling back, your hands still rested on his shoulders. Your smile relaxed ever so slightly as your eyes gazed into his softer ones.

"I knew you could do it," you exhaled.

A small pause.

Viktor had a look. Oh, shit. What’s that smirk for?

"...You're not done," you accused, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted the letter in his hand. "I have not accepted yet."

Now, your brows knitted together in utter confusion.

"... Why not—?"

"I said I won't be going unless they let me bring a plus one."

You smile faltered, denial crossing your face. He noticed it. Did he just say what you thought you heard him say?

"Are you saying...?" Your expression shifted into worry; you didn't quite understand his point.

"I want you to come with me," Viktor said, grabbing your hand and placing the letter in your palm. "To Piltover."

Oh, no. You didn't mean to.

You panicked, pulling away, the letter slipping from your hand.

Viktor's brows furrowed. He thought you'd be happier about the news.

Then, he looked around.

It had rained just before he decided to share the news. Some raindrops were still fresh, glistening from the downpour.

And around your figure, small droplets rose into the air. The air is thick with tension.

"Viktor. You're not giving me to them, are you...?"

Defeated. That's how your voice sounded.

"Of course not," he hushed, pushing you onto a chair. "Never. Please calm down. Let me explain."

You obliged, sitting down. He sat beside you.

"I'm sorry," you spoke first, meeting his eyes. "It's not that I don't trust you. Heck, I trust you more than anyone. The thought of going up there... it just makes me anxious."

"I understand," Viktor nodded. He turned his head. "However, I promise you, I won’t let them take you away from me. You’ll be solely under my care. But I do know someone who’s willing to help us."

Viktor. So compassionate and filled with empathy. You admired him for those very reasons, not just for his brilliance. His presence feels like a whole other world to you—someone who could help you understand your abilities. Perhaps the only chance you have to truly learn who, or what you are.

"I'll be a burden."

"No. Of course not. I want you by my side."

You hesitated. Despite your family being clueless about your ability, they were still the people you cared for. You still had a life in the undercity.

"And if I refuse...?"

Viktor took a moment to respond. The thought of leaving you hurt his heart.

"You... I believe you don't have much of a choice."

You couldn't explain why, but you found it in yourself to wholeheartedly believe him.

— 💜

zamn

critique is welcome btw

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 — 𝐂.𝐒.

SUMMARY ʚɞ Chris thinks you’re just a dream.

CW ʚɞ Fluff, kissing, touching, established relationship.

PAIRING ʚɞ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris Sturniolo

A/N: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. New layout! Please read the copyright notice! This is just a lil fic for my babies bc I really wanted to use the top right pic since I had to take I down the first time. Fuck off tryna be weird. I’m having fun and vibing and I refuse to let anyone ruin that!

With love and big tits, Rose ➜ au masterlist

“Pretty,” you coo, petting Chris’ face while cupping his jaw. 

He’s staring up at you with contentment, with pure and utter joy. His flushed cheeks are warm, his hands clamping around your waist, keeping you perched in his lap as the light breeze flows by. 

The grass shutters with each puff of wind. Flowers and branches rustle, the sound adorned by light chirping from a blue bird singing in the air.

Chris puckers his lips, closing his eyes as he waits for you to kiss him. The second your lips land on his, he can’t help but smile against you, letting a hum of joy vibrate between the sweet affection. 

“Hm, thank you, Bubs. Fuckin’ love kissin’ you,” he says, his eyes slowly blinking at you as you rummage your hands through his hair. 

You nod firmly, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, laughing as it scrunches. “Mhm, ‘course. I love it too,” you remark, your voice flowing like a soft, gentle melody. 

Chris stares into your eyes, almost as if he’s searching for something. The slight crinkle of your brow makes him smile sheepishly. “Sorry, just… can’t believe you’re mine.” 

Your eyes soften as you tilt your head to the side, analyzing his doe eyes as he beams with love radiating out of every pore of his body. “You’re so sweet,” you sigh, bringing your hands to the tops of his shoulders as you try to get up. 

Chris is not pleased. His hands react before his mind, tugging you even closer than before, dragging you plush against his front. 

You huff, the air coming out in short breaths as you feel his heart thump against your own chest. 

“Don’t leave. Just… just wanna hold you, Bubs—wanna hold my girl.” 

You bite on your inner cheek, nodding as you relax in his grip, the feeling of his arms collapsing around you making your heart beat slower, your breaths calming as you let yourself feel safe in his hold. 

He just wants to hold you.

He just wants to make sure that this dream is real.

A/N: I literally love them so much. You can’t tell me this isn’t how Chris would be with his girl IRL. He’s so cutie 🩵🫧

Comment if you wanna be on the taglist. Lmk any thots, questions, comments, or concerns. Hope you’re having the best day today and I really appreciate any and all support and love.

Interacting has always been something super important to me, hence why I try to reply to every single comment and such. Having my inbox off is helping me feel a lot better so I really appreciate all the patience and kindness.

I’ve turned non-anon asks back on, but I still might not be yapping until I feel 100% ready to.

This is a really long end note, but I’m really grateful for everyone that specifically comes onto my account, wanting to talk about my work or just making me smile in general.

I love you 💕

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

Rose and Sandalwood ⭑.ᐟ 🫧 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

synopsis: taking a shower with Sylus ;)

tags: shower sex, begging, nipple play, pet names, vulgar, creampie, explicit

wrd cnt: 1.1k

a/n: 3rd sylus fic of the week i’m on a sylus spree rn i alreays have another draft that’s almost done with bondage and gunplay….i don’t wanna be saved guys

The humidity in the air clung to your body, just like a specific crow behind you.

Sylus suggested since you use up most of his resources, you should both try to save a little water together at the least.

He’s the one always offering you everything !!

For once you could already see through his sneaky ploys, but you certainly didn’t mind.

After bickering about the water temperature, he caved and let you turn it up til damn near boiling point.

“I don’t understand how you can stand this…it feels like I’m going to melt.” He says, standing behind you while you let the shower heads around you spray your body with steamy water.

“I don’t get how you can shower in ice cold water- maybe that’s why your skin is so nice actually…” You second guess yourself.

He smirked, “See,” he picks up a black glass bottle of what smelled like a luxurious body wash, “You could learn a thing or two from me, sweetie”.

Before you had time to think of a good response, Sylus lathered up the now bubbly body wash into his hands and rubbed your shoulders with it.

You laughed- out of both surprised and disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I expect you to do the same for me after this you know, repaying my kindness and all.” He said, his eyebrows raised and trying to sound serious while you laughed.

“Of course you just want something in return.” You retort.

His eyes narrowed, pulling your body closer to his as his other started moving around, soaping up your neck and dragging his large palm down to your breasts, making you wonder what he had planned.

“I did want something in return, now that you mention it…” He lowered his head down to meet your face, “You” He whispered, barely audible enough under the half a dozen shower heads surrounding the two of you.

“Sylus…” You whimpered, feeling both his hands tweaking at your nipples, dragging his soapy hands against your soft breasts. He kneaded them, squeezed and rubbed them while you held onto his wrists.

Before you had any time to stop him, he grabbed the back of your thighs and picked you up, your upper bodies pressed against one another; your soapy tits transferring the suds to his chest.

“You look so cute like this, kitten.” He mumbled, placing kisses to your neck and hearing your soft moans as you tangle your hand in the back of his head.

You forgot how tall he really was, and how high up he had you now; pressed against the glass of the shower while the water rained down between you. The smell of rose and sandalwood kissed your senses, with Sylus kissing your neck and chest.

“Isn’t the whole purpose of a shower- to be clean?” You spit out between moans, feeling his hard cock lay in position between your folds and his lower stomach.

“I can clean you up right after, with water and soap….or my tongue, I’ll let you pick.” He mumbles next to your ear. “Unless….you want to stop right here”. He threatens, slowly letting you down.

“No!” You reply, gripping on his shoulders to keep yourself in his hold.

“Then what’s with all the complacency? We really need to teach you gratitude.” He snarled, placing the tip of his cock right at your entrance, watching for the approval in your eyes- well, moreso the desperation.

“Sylus- please…”

“Please? Is that all? I’m going to need more than that.” He replies, his deep voice sounding even smoother in the echo of the large shower room.

“Please- I need you…” You measly reply.

“Hmph, I guess that’ll do.” He smirks, pushing his tip up and down your slippery folds, hearing you whine as he finally pushed it inside you.

You gasped, not fully used to his size after all this time.

“Fuck…you’re squeezing around me so tightly, princess.” He exclaims, placing his hands back onto your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist.

“Sy-lus…harder!” You gasp, feeling ever inch of him slowly pulling in and out of you, dragging his long cock in and out of your velvet walls.

His grip on your hips only tightened, definitely leaving some kind of soreness to be discovered later that night.

“Do you even hear yourself? Such a naughty girl.” He says, taking your words to heart and pounding your pussy even harder. Relishing in your submission.

You could hear all the lewd noises, the squelching sounds coming from your shared effort, the chuckle of Sylus as he watched your fucked out face just contort.

“Oh fuck- Y/n…” He moaned into your ear, he knew how much you loved that.

He can’t help himself but to speak his pleasure into your ear, holding you so close as he fucks you so deep. The steam from the shower only made your head lighter, you felt like you were on an actual cloud.

With his brutal pace, you almost felt like the glass behind you was going to shatter soon. Sylus started to rut into you, his thrusts getting erratic and quick.

“Sweetie- I’m sorry…It seems like you will be getting dirtier soon.” He laughed, a strangled one that showed how close he was.

You wanted him to make you feel even more warm, to fill you up and let it drip out of you.

And he didn’t make you wait too long, as you approached your own orgasm, you felt a tight knot in your stomach, the pressure of Sylus’ body pressed tight against you threatened to make it all unfold.

“Ah- shit…” He groaned, holding the bottom of your ass as he pounded you deeper, digging his nails into your plush skin as you felt ropes or cum splash into you, hearing a deep groan evade his mouth.

The knot inside you had broken as well, creating a ring of your own cum around his cock; while your cunt dripped out his.

You both realized you were in the shower so long you would have been better off showing separately, but where’s the fun in that?

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[goldfades]

baby Hayes and mommy having their bonding time, mommy ticking and making funny voices that makes Hayes laughing up a storm until he hears Joe trying to join in and he just gets side eyed by his year old son cause why is he trying to get into him and mommy’s business right now 🫧🫶🏼😮‍💨

The soft afternoon light filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the living room floor. The hum of the quiet house was broken only by the sweetest sound—Hayes’s laughter.

That belly-deep, can’t-catch-his-breath kind of laugh. The one that made his chubby cheeks glow and his tiny dimples pop. The one you’d do anything to hear again and again.

He was sprawled on the soft throw blanket in front of you, little legs kicking with all the power a one-year-old could muster. His hair—Joe’s hair, that perfect sandy blonde—stuck up in uneven tufts from all his rolling and giggling.

"Who’s my big boy?" you cooed in a sing-song voice, dragging the words out, watching the anticipation build in his wide blue eyes. "Is it youuu? It is you!"

Hayes squealed, arms flailing.

Your fingers swooped in, a wiggly tickle monster, tapping lightly at his sides. “I’m gonna get that belly! I’m gonna—boop!”

The second your fingers tickled his tummy, Hayes shrieked with joy. That giggle—oh, that giggle—burst out of him, bubbly and pure, his tiny body curling inward as if he could protect himself from the attack.

"You better run, baby!" you laughed, exaggerating your words, making your voice all high and ridiculous. "Mommy’s coming for the toes! The tickle monster loves toes!"

Hayes rolled onto his back, kicking those baby feet into the air, laughing so hard he had to gasp between breaths. His little nose scrunched up, and his eyes sparkled—Joe’s eyes, all mischief and sweetness rolled into one.

You leaned in closer, dropping your voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“The tickle monster only comes for the funniest little boys. Are you funny? Hmm?”

Hayes gave a delighted screech, his hands reaching for your face, as if he couldn’t get close enough.

"That's right," you grinned, nuzzling his cheek. "You're hilarious."

He erupted again, tiny body convulsing with joy, and you felt your heart swell in a way that was almost too much. It was ridiculous, how much you loved this kid. Every laugh, every breath. You could live inside these moments forever.

Just the two of you.

But then—

“What’s all this laughing about, huh?”

The familiar deep voice echoed from the hallway.

You glanced up—there he was.

Joe leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing that slow grin that always tugged at the corner of his mouth when he caught you with Hayes.

"Are you two having fun without me?" he teased, stepping into the room. His socks made no sound against the floor, and his eyes softened when they landed on Hayes, still breathless from laughing.

But Hayes—oh, Hayes had other ideas.

The giggles stuttered. The little boy turned his head slowly, dramatically, in a move that seemed far too advanced for a toddler his age.

He side-eyed Joe.

Flat. Blank.

The kind of look that said, And you are…?

You bit your lip, fighting a laugh.

Joe paused mid-step. “Whoa. Whoa. Did I just get side-eyed? By my own son?”

Hayes blinked at him. Silent. Serious. Like Joe had interrupted the most important board meeting of his life.

You couldn’t hold it in. A laugh burst from you, and you clutched your stomach. “Oh my God, Joe—he really just gave you the look.”

“What? What look?” Joe protested, glancing between you and Hayes like he couldn’t believe the betrayal. “This is our thing, too, bud! Remember last night? Dada made you laugh! Remember that?”

Hayes remained unimpressed.

Joe stepped closer, lowering his voice like he was about to share the world’s best secret. “C’mon, little man. Daddy’s funny too. You gotta let me in on this.”

But Hayes turned his head right back to you, resting his cheek on the blanket like he was done with the conversation.

Dismissed. Like Joe wasn’t even there.

You were wheezing at this point, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Ohhh, no. No, you did not just get iced out like that.”

Joe put his hands on his hips, staring at Hayes like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re telling me you’re team Mommy right now? After everything I’ve done for you? I taught you how to throw a ball!”

Hayes let out a small hum, like he was contemplating the information.

Then, slowly, he shifted onto his side.

Reached out—

And grabbed the hem of your shirt, burying his face in your lap.

Joe gasped, hand to his chest, as if his heart had been shattered into a million pieces. “Wow. Cold-blooded.”

You snorted. “I mean… don’t take it personally.”

Joe shot you a glare, but you could see the smile tugging at his mouth. “Oh, I’m taking it personally. This is war now.”

Hayes peeked up at you, giving the smallest of smiles, and you stroked his hair, heart so full it could burst.

“Momma’s boy,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his soft curls.

But you caught Joe’s determined look—the glint in his eye that meant he wasn’t giving up that easily.

And you had a feeling that whatever happened next?

It wasn’t going to stay peaceful for long.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

I saw your ask and receive post and I was wondering if you could do something with these dialogues and kinks?

107 "i know he's watching us, i hope he likes the show. cause that's all he's gonna do — watch"

132 "don't worry, i'll take care of you"

208 size difference

221 creampie/breeding

Preferably with either Jongho or Yeosang? I feel like we don’t get that much smut with either of them which is a crime so I’d be happy with any of them for this! As for au or story I don’t really got anything in mind so I will take whatever it is that you will give me🥰 - 🫧 anon

➯a/n: BUBBLE ANON !!! anything for you lolol i chose jongho becasue i have some yeosang coming laterrr~ i don't know about others but i don't write much for jongho even though i want to because his vibe is just hard for me to capture without a lot of world building (but i have been making some scraps for practice so hopefully i can start doing him justice !) ➯a/n session 2: why do i always make jongho such a guard dog character ? i just want him to protect me fr i guess 🥲➯a/n session 3: OKAY I CHANGED MY MIND I APPARENTLY CANT GET ENOUGH OF WRITING JONGHO I LOCKED IN FOR OUR BOY, I FORCED MYSELF TO STOP SO I COULD FINALLY POST THIS LMAO

🚫 MINORS 🚫 TAKE A HIKE

All Bark

❥Choi Jongho x fem reader

107 + 132 : "i know he's watching us, i hope he likes the show. cause that's all he's gonna do — watch" + "don't worry, i'll take care of you"

✫彡wordcount: 2.4k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, slight fear in the beginning (less than 400 words)

♫"Baby, I want you to know — how much I love you, how much I need you." DEAN, Bonnie & Clyde♫

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: body guard!jongho x mafia!daughter reader (such a cliche but cliches are popular for a reason damn it !!😩), threat of violence towards reader (jongho shuts that shit down dw), guns + very non descriptive violence, mentions of murder. smut warnings !! 208: size difference, 221: creampie/breeding, breeding themed dirty talk, reader and jongho match each others freak beautifully, switch dynamics, pet names (princess + baby), exhibitionism, possessiveness, hand + blowjob, slow and passionate turned rough, forehead touches (i am a hoe for this, we all know...), table sex, breaking a table (LMAO), wall sex, big strong gentleman jongho who begs and whines😋

♡masterlist !♡

✠ALL BARK✠

     "You really didn't think this through. Did you?" Your father leans back in his seat at the head of the long table, his face unreadable and to the untrained eye — bored, even.

     But you can see the little flit of fear in his eyes.

    If Jongho would take his eyes off of you, he would see it too. But, he doesn't. His eyes are trained on the strangers fingers, making sure he doesn't get even close to pulling the trigger of the gun that's against your shoulder.

     "Of course, I did-"

     "Where's your backup?"

     "Ba-backup? Why would I need backup, huh? I got all the backup I need," the man says with a false confidence, waving his gun around. "The real question is, where is yours? You really only got one guard on your only child? I find that hard to believe."

     You know that you have no reasonable reason to be afraid, "he's all I need." He'd rather first jump in front of a bullet than let you take it.

    But your heart still jumps into your throat as the cool metal touches your temple. "Is he? I managed to slip past him. He's letting me press a gun to your head. He's all bark, no goddamn bite."

    You meet his eyes across the table.

    Jongho has been your personal body guard for three years, your boyfriend for one and a half, your fiancé for seven months. Probably a conflict of interest, but neither of you give a shit.

     He's fiercely protective of you. Not only because it's his job, but because he loves you. Because he can't stand to see that little flash of fear in your face when the intruder moves a little too fast.

    He's just waiting for the right moment to strike. Silent and still as a statue.

    This guy doesn't stand a chance. Not when he's broken into your home and threatened you infront of both your father and your arguably insane fiancé.

     And insane he is. He doesn't think twice before pulling the trigger whenever the man raises his gun away from you again, shooting his right through his arm and making him drop his weapon.

     "All fucking bark." He finally speaks up with a scoff for the first time since this debacle started, standing up and grabbing the man by his hair while your father pulls you away.

     "You fucked with the wrong girl, now you get to feel the bite."

    You hear him slam the man's head to the table as you're ushered away. He's nothing if not loyal, so you know that the man is going to get what he deserves.

✠ALL BARK✠

      "You hurt yourself so bad, Baby." You pout as you gently dab Jongho's knuckles with a wet cloth later that night. "You should have let-"

    "Let him hurt you? Disrespect you?"

    "Should have let someone else handle his ass after you disarmed him." You correct him, looking up at him with softness in your eyes. You're kneeling infront of him, cleaning and bandaging his second hand after finishing the first.

    "No way." He shakes his head immediately, a small pout of his own forming. "No. I'm the one who defends you. I'm the one who takes care of you." 

    "Do you have to hurt yourself so much in the process?" You sigh as you wrap the bandage around his cleaned knuckles, bringing it to your lips and kissing it gently.

    "If that's what it takes, yes." He leans down quickly and catches your lips with his, replacing his covered hand with his lips softly.

    He kisses you like a fragile doll. He always does after something bad happens. Pecking your lips repeatedly with a softness reserved for you and you alone. His wrapped hands find your jaw, tilting you further up as he deepens the kiss.

     "You're my knight in shining armor," you smile between his kisses, hands finding purchase on his suit clad knees.

    Your praise always makes his stomach flutter so pleasantly. Especially with it mixing with his adrenaline crash.

    "Fuck..." Is all he can say as your hands travels further up his thighs. He leans back in the chair, giving you full access to his lap; where you rub his thighs gently up and down a few times before one of your hands gets bold and cups his clothed member. He's already twitching to life underneath your soft touches. He's addicted.

     As your fingers toy with his belt, loosening the buckle, he grabs your wrist. "We shouldn't do this here."

    "Don't worry," you say with a small smirk, "I'll take care of you, now. I can make it fast~"

    He's not going to say no to that, not once in a million years would he would say no. He really should just take you to your shared bedroom and have you there; lay you down like the princess he sees you as. But he also wants to do it right here, right now. In the dining room with the man still tied up and knocked out against the wall. Just because he can. Because you're still here, and you're still his.

     "Fuck," he repeats himself as he rolls his head back, resting against the back of the chair as you palm him. "Don't make it fast," he breathes as you finally unbuckle his belt and start working to free his hardening length.

    "No?"

   "No- God, no. Take your time with me, please, let me revel in you." His words have you more flustered than he is, with his cock out when anyone could walk in and see him letting you fist it up and down slowly.

    Your finger tips barely touch around his girth — the sight of him growing more and more excited is making you wet. Only you can do this to him. Make him so unbelievably needy in just under two minutes that's he's biting back a whine.

    "Suck it, Princess," he whispers above the break in his voice, "please?" 

     He jolts when you land a soft kiss to his thick, leaking tip. Just the right size for you to fit it in your mouth and suck and swirl your tongue while you jerk him off slowly and drive him absolutely mad.

    "Oh, that's it~" He grips the arm rests tightly, fighting his hips as they want to buck his length deeper into your welcoming mouth. He knows you can take it, you have before, but he also knows it leaves your jaw sore to be shoved open on his massive girth.

    You're already drooling down his cock, lubing up your fist with your own spit and picking up your speed. When you hum around his sensitive tip, he loses control.

    With a loud moan, he sits up quickly and turns your head; thrusting his tip onto the gummy wall of your mouth and making an indent on your cheek every time, shoving as much of his length in as he can without being tempted to try and fuck your throat. "Fuck, fuck," that seems to be his favorite word when he's got your mouth on him. Spoken like a whiny prayer.

He cups your bulging cheek softly and presses, his eyes rolling back. It feels almost as good as when he does that to your pussy, pressing to feel how deep he is. Just almost though. Nothing in the world can top that.

Not even your tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his length while he uses your mouth like a shallow pocket pussy. Not even your hand cupping and kneading his balls like you want him to spontaneously bust in your mouth.

"Ah, fuck me," he growls lowly as he manages to pull himself away.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask as you gulp, wiping the saliva from your chin as he hauls you up to your feet.

"Take off your pants," he says simply as he unbuttons his suit jacket, "I need to cum inside of you."

Now, you can't say no to that. Not in a million years. Being filled to the brim and beyond with Jongho's goliath girth and warmed by his cum from the inside is like heaven. Heaven that only he can give you.

He spreads out his jacket on the table as you rid yourself of your bottoms and shoes, not a second to spare as you step right out of them and are picked up. He sits you down on the fabric, sliding you to the edge.

"Put it right in," you bite your lips with a nod as he gives you a questioning eyebrow raise. "Put it in, I can't wait for you to tease me anymore. Just stretch me on your cock, Baby."

He's dizzy at your words, fingers gripping your thighs tightly as he kisses your jaw; pushing you to lay flat on the table with his chest against yours. "Are you sure?"

    "More than anything."

    The stretch of his tip pressing against your fluttering hole has your lip back between your teeth, holding back your whimpers. He presses his forehead to yours, his body completely covering you beside your spread legs.

     Usually he spends a good, long time getting you relaxed on his fingers. But sometimes you demand that he go right in, and he can't lie and say he doesn't love it as much as you do. One or both of you always cum immediately.

     When his bulbous tip finally gets swallowed up by your warmth, the rest of him is following suit and making you wail as he carves his way deep inside. "Jongho!" 

     "Oh, oh, sh-" He whines into your lips as he bottoms out inside of you, both to you twitching and pulsing against each other and only serving to push you closer to your impending orgasms. "You feel so damn good..."

    When you clench around him at his words, he's falling off the deep end and spilling his seed inside of you without even a single thrust. With his eyes squeezing shut, breath trembling with his release and letting out sharp little whines, he slips a hand between you and finds your clit in a half a second flat — pressing against it in a way that throws you in to boiling waters of pleasure with him.

     Your legs wrap around him tightly, squeezing him closer as your hands keep ahold of his jacket underneath you to ground yourself.

   Over your heavy breaths and ecstasy flooded brains, you hardly notice the man stirring in the corner. Jongho notices first — of course he does. And a grin tugs on his lips.

     "Oh fuck," you nearly purr as his hard length starts massaging your twitching insides slowly. When your head rolls to the side, you catch the man fidgeting uncomfortably. "Hah~ Baby, stop it," you laugh breathlessly, "he's watching us."

"I know he's watching us, I hope he likes the show. 'Cause that's all he's gonna do — watch. You're my girl, nobody gets to touch you." He cups your face and presses his forehead back to yours, "after I get you pregnant, that will prove it to the world. Prove that you are one with Choi Jongho, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to what's his." 

     You moan — loud and lewd — as he begins to thrust frantically into your still overly sensitive walls, eager to keep his word. You grab onto his shoulders, panting into his mouth as you melt into a pleasure filled void; simply letting him take you how he pleases. "Give it- give it to me," you breathe out in a huff. "Every last drop, Baby-"

A particularly feral snap of his hips proves to be too much for the leg of the table beneath you. Following the sharp slap of skin against skin and the yelp from your throat, is the splintering of wood —

He wraps his arms around your waist quickly, holding you up in place of the now fallen table before you even register that it began dropping. You fist his neat button up tightly, eyes wide for a second before you crack a smile that makes his heart skip multiple beats.

"What now? Fuck me on the floor?" You chuckle as you catch your breath, moaning as he pulls your chest to his — cock pressing even deeper as he carries you.

"My Princess deserves better than that." He presses your back to a wall, licking his lips as he pins you to it with nothing but his own body weight. "I bet I can't break this, right?"

"You should try~" Your teasing is replaced by pleasured yells as he does try. Fucking you against the wall like he's trying to send you both straight through it, wrapping his arms under your knees and holding your legs up with no struggles at all.

"You're gonna be such a good fucking wife to me," he moans from somewhere deep, the sound rumbling against you, "such a good Mommy to our babies. H-how many? Hm?" He's losing the remainder of his mind as he imagines you all round and glowing with his child — your child. He's going to stake his claim and build his family and not one single person is going to fuck with you.

He'll kill them. The only reason the bastard in the corner with his head down is alive is because he didn't get all the answers he wanted before he passed out.

After he breeds you with every last drop of his cum just like you asked, after he cleans you up and holds you and helps you get comfortable, he's back to his mission. But you come first.

"A-all of them!"

"Uh?" He laughs at your fucked-out plead. His thick girth doesn't give your g-spot a break, especially not in this position. Fuck, this position. He's proving just how strong he is; pinning you to the wall and pounding your gushing heat like it's fucking easy. "All of them? You want — fuck — you want me to keep you full all the time, Princess? You want that?"

"Please!" You scratch down his back, undoubtedly leaving red marks even through his shirt. "I want to h-ave your babies," you almost sob, trembling in his hold as he leans down and sucks at your neck teasingly soft compared to his ruthlessly hips.

"Don't worry," he moans, broken and honey coated as your walls squeeze him, trying to milk him for all his worth. "I'll take c-care of you."

He cradles your head to his neck with one hand, the softness and lust in his eyes gone as he glares at the man; who looks shell shocked and uncomfortable beyond belief.

"If anyone touches you or our babies — I'll bite them like a fucking dog."

✠ALL BARK✠

[mossangelll]

Yandere!Jinx x Reader

Bath Time 🛁🫧

a/n: decided to indulge my weird thoughts…sorry for any grammar/tense mistakes i wanted to write this down so bad i barely proofread 😭

pic from @arcanescreencaps

tw: afab reader, dubcon, improper drug use, smut but nothing too detailed - mdni

Why did you have to be so stupid and sprain your arm? It wasn’t even that bad, just some mild swelling and a touch of discomfort - in the outside world, where you still had independence and freedom, you would’ve handled it perfectly fine.

But you’re with Jinx now, holed away in her den where she treats you like you’re made of glass. In another life her doting care would’ve been such a welcome comfort but here it’s like being stuck under the hot summer sun, stifling and oppressive. She had decided you were too injured to care for yourself so she took over instead. It was finally time for you to have a shower and no matter how loudly you protested she decided that she needed to bathe you to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself even more.

What a load of bullshit.

So, after your ‘tantrum’, she had wrestled you into the bathroom. The tub was almost full to the brim with bubbles and even a…graffitied rubber duck floated along the still surface.

You grip onto your towel and look back at Jinx, who stares you down with a look that says ‘drop it’. You don’t dare challenge her silent demand, you upset her enough by hurting yourself - you’d rather not be punished again.

Your shaking hands let go of the fluffy towel clenched in your iron grip knowing you can’t delay the inevitable any longer. Her eyes seem to darken the second your towel is on the floor, eyes roving your naked body as she bites her lip. Tears well in your eyes at being subjected to something so, so humiliating.

You jump into the tub without a second’s hesitation; all you want to do is sink under the water and drown but you know Jinx would never let that happen. You settle for using the bubbles as a sort of cover to protect yourself from her wandering gaze. She kneels down at the side of the tub getting all the toiletries she would use ready.

She’s oddly quiet as she takes a sponge and douses it with apple scented body wash, her body wash. Her hands are careful as they scrub at your your back, apologising whenever one of her long nails happens to catch on your skin.

It’s not so bad, you think. The water is warm and Jinx had started humming one of your favourite songs. You don’t like the fact that nothing of yours really belongs to you anymore, but you downright despise the way you actually like the way her scratchy voice follows the music.

“Ya know, my sister used to do this for me back when I was little…” Her voice seems so small and pensive as her train of thought wanders off into the heaviness of the humid air as she continues to scrub.

You wait for her to continue but she’s clammed up, focusing instead on getting you clean. The only times you heard about this mysterious sister was when you set her off and she would rampage, letting loose little details her and there in her episodes.

Your heart aches for her but you don’t even know why. She kidnapped and hurt you but still she finds a way to infiltrate every aspect of your being.

Her hands travel to your neck and arms, a trail of suds following her circular motions. Your eyes are closed as you relish in her ministrations before they’re suddenly jolting open, realising where Jinx's hand has stopped.

“Toots, you, uh, don’t mind if I make sure you’re all clean?” Her low voice calls out, eyes glued to where the tops of your thighs would be under the suds and bubbles.

Her fingers tremble under the water, sponge drifting closer to the apex of your legs. You find yourself squeezing your eyes shut out of instinct when you realise how ruddy the apples of her cheeks are, how heavy the pants that rumble out from deep down her chest are. You try to angle your body away from her leering gaze but there’s no point - the tub is too tight and you don’t want to risk her anger at getting everything soaked.

You don’t even bother answering her indulgent question as you know she’s not truly asking you feel about her endeavour.

Your chest is tight with fear and anticipation like ripping off a sticky bandaid that you know is going to sting.

The sponge delves between your legs.

You gasp at the sensation of the porous sponge the feeling so shocking, your thighs tremble in response.

At first she really is just cleaning you and you suppose she would’ve had to do it at some point. You relax thinking you can let your guard down - she’ll move onto your legs and soon you’ll be done. Soon you can forget all about this experience.

But she doesn’t stop. The sponge is now petting you, her delicate manner swapped for harder pressure. Your legs squirm and you try not to keen at the sensation. What is she doing?!

The damp heat in the enclosed room must be getting to your head. You feel a delirious, warmth spreads from the base of your feet and up, up, up; you have to fight just to remind yourself that she is your captor. She is insane and she will stop at nothing to keep you with her, even if it means killing you and taking herself with you.

And still, despite the mantra you repeat, your head feels impossibly heavy and you have to lean your head back just to ease the pressure. She rubs at a particularly sensitive spot and you can’t help but let a small moan slip out from your lips.

Jinx’s perceptive link eyes dart up to look at your contorted face, travelling down your neck and stopping just where the bubbles meet your breasts.

God, you don’t want her to think you’re enjoying what’s happening to you.

But it’s clear she does as the blush on her face travels down to her chest and it’s like she’s a flashing red flag screaming danger but you can’t find it in you to pull away. She lips her chapped lick and grinds the sponge even harder against your clit as your hips cant towards her searing touch.

Jinx has never initiated anything sexual before and now here you are mewling for her as if anything about this situation is normal. You hate yourself so much for giving into her but your brain is so scattered and you’re too tired to revolt against her.

Electricity is sparking down your spine like a live wire in water and you feel yourself reaching your peak so close and just right and-

Jinx pulls her hand out of the water like she’s been burnt. Her eyes blown wide and she seems to be shaking - why has she stopped? She shakes her head as if to clear the stray thoughts that vacate her mind.

How could she do this to? Humiliate you by treating you like a child and then touching you so intimately knowing she wasn’t even going to stick around? Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton and you just want to drag her back so she can touch you more.

Her body is stiff as she stands up to dry her hands like nothing even happened between you two.

“I need to uh…finish a job for Silco. You know me, shirking all my work! He’ll kill me if I don’t leave right now at this very second. Yeah.”

Her voice wobbles as she rambles on and you can tell by the way her eyes shift as she avoids your gaze that it’s a lie. You know she knows that you’re aware of this fact. You scoff with a roll of your eyes and splash your foot in the water, booting the rubber duck out of the tub and it plops out with a distorted quack. You feel used, even more so when you realise the fire in your stomach seems to be burning stronger for Jinx.

She scurries over to the exit, hand reaching for the door handle, eager to make her escape before she pauses, turning to look at you one last time.

“You can finish bathing yourself, right sweet cheeks?” Her face is still dusted with pink and her eyes are glazed with wonderment as she stares down. You slowly nod your head yes, anything to get her to leave you alone.

Jinx takes her leave and shuts you in to be alone with your thoughts. She waits for a second to hear for the splash of the water before sliding down the door, long blue pigtails pooled at her feet. Her eyes are closed in bliss and she brings the hand that was washing you to her mouth, taking a tentative lick - as if she’s committing the taste of you to her memory.

A small grin erupts on her face - today was a victory.

She needs to let Singed know that this new shimmer variant was a success, a great one, and she needs more.

masterlist

[subtlenighttribute]

Swimming with Seals

Selkie AU | Love and Deepspace boys x Reader

Reader learns to dive to play with the Selkie boys | Inspired by real-life seal diver videos | Soft, playful underwater fun

Request done ❤️ 🦭

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You’d watched them from shore for so long.

All that gliding. The dancing shadows beneath the waves. The sudden leaps and tail-slaps, the rolling in kelp. You wanted so badly to see it up close.

So you took lessons. You got the gear. And today? Today you finally zip up your wetsuit, put on the tank, and take your first shaky step into the cold water.

You barely get your head under before—

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🐺 Sylus

Zooms at you like a white torpedo.

Immediately grabs your arm with his teeth—gentle but determined—and spins you in a circle underwater.

"YOU'RE HERE. YOU'RE REALLY HERE. MINE."

Circles you so fast he nearly knocks your mask off. Then tries to climb into your arms like a hyper puppy, nipping at your gloves when you don’t hug back quick enough.

Later tugs on your fin like, "Come chase me!!"

---

🫧 Rafayel

Rafayel glides up with elegant, slow rolls—like he’s performing for you.

You reach your hand out shakily—he noses it softly, eyes so bright and affectionate they almost hurt to look at.

Then suddenly flips upside down under you, blowing bubbles and flapping at your stomach like:

"Play with me, mon cœur! Admire my majestic somersaults!"

He loops around, weaving through your arms again and again, leaving trails of silver bubbles.

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🪨 Zayne

Zayne approaches cautiously at first, dark shape under the water, watching.

When he’s sure it’s really you, he drifts close and bumps your side firmly.

"Good. You're here. You're safe."

Then he wedges himself under your hand until you scratch the top of his head. Freezes when you do. Tail flicking.

You giggle into your regulator, and he makes a small happy seal grunt.

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☀️ Caleb

Goes absolutely feral.

Spins in circles around you, flips upside down, nips your shoulder playfully, and tries to tug your entire arm like he’s dragging you into a game.

"SWIM WITH ME SWIM WITH ME SWIM WITH ME—"

Grabs at your fin repeatedly, bopping your tank, booping your mask. Almost pulls your goggles off once. Total chaos. Loves it.

When you stop moving to rest, he zooms up and presses his nose to your face like, "Why aren't you moving?!"

---

🌊 Xavier

Glides in like a shadow, smooth and silent.

Swims a slow circle around you—watching, observing.

Then, suddenly, he loops in close and drags his nose down your arm. Pauses. Bumps his head to your chest softly, almost reverently.

"You really came all this way for me."

He stays close. Every time you drift too far, he appears beside you, lightly nipping your sleeve like "Stay close."

---

After Surfacing you rip your mask off, gasping and laughing, heart exploding in your chest.

They all surface too—seals popping up like excited marshmallows.

Sylus immediately tries flopping onto your shoulders from behind. Rafayel chirps and splashes water in your face. Caleb also tries to climb onto your head, pushing you under the water again for a moment.

Zayne and Xavier hover nearby, watchful but clearly buzzing with delight.

"You guys are insane," you gasp, laughing through happy tears.

Splash!

Boop!

Squeak!

And somewhere between all the playful chaos, you feel it in your bones.

You’re not just visiting their world.

You’re part of it now.

[amphibiahawks321]

Can you do (separate) Momo and Kyoka x male siren reader (Can be HCs or imagines)? Maybe they walk in on the school pool, and see male reader swimming naked in mermaid form? Details up to you, thanks!

Bubbles popping out of the pool🫧

Jirou : Huh?

[Jirou walks towards the pool and stares through the bubbling water]

Jirou : what the? Is that a person–....!!?!?'

[Y/N immediately pops out of the pool making jirou trip backwards]

M!Reader : Hey jirou!

Jirou : What the heck Y/N!?

M!Reader : Oh! Sorry! Did I startled you?

Jirou : What are you doing in the school pool alone?

M!Reader : Chuckles school day is over today isn't it? I wanted to cool down!

Jirou : Your quirk seriously sometimes freaks me out.. not because of the tail but because you can jump out of water like a seal–.....!!!?!?

[Y/N ups himself showing his chest making Jirou immediately turns around]

M!Reader : Hm? What's wrong?

Jirou blushing : Y/N You're chest....

M!Reader : So? You've seen me without my shirt before

Jirou blushing : t-that's different... We're alone...

M!Reader : .....

[Y/N starts smirking]

M!Reader : Maybe I should up myself a little bit more~—

Jirou blushing : Y/N I SWEAR DON'T YOU DARE!–

Momo : Huh? Is that.... Is that a mermaid–

[Y/N pops out of the pool with a wide smile]

M!Reader : Why thank you Yaoyorozu! I consider myself a gorgeous and handsome one at that! ^v^

Momo : Y/N!? I-Is there where you usually go when the school day ends?

M!Reader : Pretty much!

[Momo Crouched down and examines Y/N's tail with her eyes starts glimmering]

M!Reader blushing : Umm... W-What are you doing?

Momo : You're tail... It's so gorgeous✨

M!Reader blushing : I....I Uhmm Ahem T-Thank you...

Momo : It looks so shiny✨ I never knew it looked so–.....

M!Reader : Hm?

[Momo immediately stands up and stares at the other way]

Momo blushing : S-Sorry I just forgot you were Ahem shirtless...

M!Reader : ......Chuckles No worries!

[nichoskittycorner]

I have thoughts and have ears,

listen to this.

Nerd!euijoo x popular/cheerleader you

you’re doing bad at uni so nerd!euijoo is there to rescue you, but then oh no… you’re horny now that you saw the other side of euijoo (not the cute nerd) but the hot one that’s trying to teach you whatever course you’re failing, but you’re just too distracted by his loosely unbuttoned blouse (the three top buttons are undone) with the tie loosened too (basically imagine the euijoo from the crescent moon video), he’s so hot to you that you just kissed him right then and there. One thing led to another and BOOM you two are ob the bed, you’re begging him to breed you (in which he obliged happily). You can make this a one night stand or maybe a start to a relationship, do whatever you want with it.

ps. I’m the anon who asked for part two of the deer hunter fic, can I be known as an emoji anon? Maybe 🫧 or 🐰 or 🐱 you choose

IM LISTENING FOR SURE- This is genius and I love it and since I don't want this buried in my WIP I'll quickly write this : (Also I love the bubbles 🫧, that's adorable!)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

- At first, you always saw Euijoo as the studious nerd of the uni. Smart, a bit awkward and dorky and stayed in his own lane.

- In contrast, he saw you as the popular, stunning but airheaded cheerleader. A heartstopper for sure, but dense as all hell

- Your position as Cheer captain, and being the most popular girl on campus made you the talk of the town. And the girl of every guy's dreams. At least if they weren't Euijoo

-Unfortunately your reputation couldn't save your grades and they were falling behind. And the university was close to revoking your scholarship if they were too far gone

-Against your pride, you had to cave and ask for help. And who better than the campus smart guy?

-You asked Euijoo to help you study for a history exam first cause it was your worst grade. Cornering him in the library before a cheer practice and asking him for help

-Euijoo was reasonably skeptical at first, looking you up and down for signs of deceit. The action sent a weird rush to your cheeks though. Why did it look like he was checking you out?! At least, it gave that vibe to you

-After adjusting his glasses, he agreed as long as there was some form of payment. You scoffed. Money was easy and would be no problem. Of course he was simple like that

- Later, you two met up to have the first study session, after pulling straws, you guys ended up at your apartment

-Euijoo foolishly had prepared and went in optimistic. Believing that with a little extra help, you would be fine and he wouldn't be stuck teaching you so much

-But as the session went on, he was getting more and more frustrated. Berating you for not caring and scolding you every time you got something wrong

-It had been several hours and you were barely through the first practice sheet. You didn't retain anything he taught you and your eyes were glued to your phone

-Unbeknownst to him, you couldnt focus because he was suddenly very distracting

-The more upset he got, the more flustered he appeared, and his slightly disheveled and now sexy appearance mixed with his stern and commanding demeanor was driving you crazy

-His normally perfect hair was standing in wild directions. The top buttons of his crisp ironed shirt were clumsily undone, giving a slight peak at his chest. Just enough to tease. His glasses sat low on his nose and his tie was loosely undone

-Almost like you couldn't focus until he had melted into this sexy tutor but now you were completely horny for him. Daydreaming about him bending you over the table with that mouthwatering appearance of his

- Way too horny to focus or reason- out of nowhere, you pulled him by the tie and kissed him roughly, to which he surprisingly responded by pulling you into his lap and groping your body

-His large hands sliding up your skirt, teasing your thighs and brushing against your dampening panties. The slight graze made you jump in response but attempted to play it off

-Your hands slipped down his shirt, pulling it more open as your fingers glided against a surprisingly toned chest and the other into the soft hair on his head

-Before you knew it, you guys were stripping each other and were fully naked on the bed- Euijoo pausing for a second. Completely breathless but looking at you up and down like before. This time, the hunger in his eyes wasnt just you dreaming it

-In his paused moment, Euijoo questioned if this is some prank or trick. "You're not just trying to distract me, right? Or fulfill some stupid bet?"

-Annoyed, you rolled your eyes. "No, now fuck me senseless. That is, if you even know how to."

-Visibly irked, Euijoo said nothing but silently lined his tip up with your entrance and snapped his hips forward without warning as he pulled your hips into him

-A small hiss left his lips but that was nothing in comparison to your high pitched squeal that came out. Not only was there no warning, he was also bigger than you expected

-The stretch of your walls swallowing him with no effort had him chuckling at your expression; clearly surprised but also cheeks pink from the flustered feeling in your chest and in between your legs

- You expected him to take it slow and easy but he had different plans. Pulling out and quickly pushing back in. Fucking you to a quick and wild rhythm that had your legs shaking in mere minutes

-In no time, he had your orgasm shaking you. But he was nowhere near done

-"Are you still wondering if I can fuck?"

-"N-no, fuck don't play with me and just keep going!"

-Euijoo was surprised to get such an honest response. One that had him spring up an idea. He pulled out completely and turned around for a second, leaving you confused and irritated. Before you could yell at him to continue, he tossed your notebook next to you

-Pulling you off the bed by your hips before turning you around and pushing your front side into the bed. Spreading your dripping pussy and sliding back in with ease

-A satisfied moan left your lips as he continued to pump his hips. "Answer question one for me."

-Was he crazy? There was no way you could manage that?!

-Guess he was full of surprises, without even thinking, the answer rolled off your tongue and he was singing your praises. "Good girl, looks like that stupid brain of yours does know the answers. You just need it fucked out of you."

-Oh, that felt good to hear. Your body liked that and not only did his words shake you up, he picked up the pace of his hips.

"Go on, answer number two for me. You're doing good you horny slut." Fuck, his insults were somehow working on you. Making you answer the questions and rewarding you by getting you closer to and letting you cum again and again

-By the time the entire lesson for the day was finish you were shaking and out of your mind. Drooling, whimpering and moaning for him to breed you

-You didn't care if you saw him as some vanilla nerd beforehand, you would let him wreck you and fill up your beaten pussy with his cum over and over again until he gave you a baby at this rate

-Euijoo himself finally gave you what you wanted, pushing through his final sloppy strokes and burying his swollen cock in deep and came. Shooting ropes of hot white cum inside until your walls were full of it. Mumbling both praises and insults as he came down from his own high

-He really was full of surprises that day. After pulling out, he tenderly took care of you until you were back to normal. Sheepishly thanking him for helping you as he left your place that night

-The aftermath followed with your grades improving tremendously! Your teachers were impressed and your spot and scholarship were safe

- Euijoo ends up as your study/fuck buddy, but no one knew and you both liked it that way

-But there's definitely an envy that he's always at your apartment when you're busy 'studying'. It was tempting to tell the truth, but you liked keeping his dirty side for yourself. Plus, you tutor wouldn't be able to focus on his star pupil if others got in on it

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[dollyswishingwell]

Hiii, love your writing:3 could you write one about the LADS guys with an MC that loves kisses but had a partner that said that too much kissing was annoying so she struggles asking for them

how would the guys reassure MC that they adore kissing her

Have a lovely day :3

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Give it to me

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ flufff, just pure fluff lol

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ They want all your kisses

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

– He thinks something’s wrong when you suddenly start pulling back after kisses. He notices your nervous fingers and sad little glance.

– “Cutie?” he says, slipping in front of you and leaning close. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like I won’t kiss you stupid?”

– You shyly admit you’re used to being told it’s too much.

– He goes dead silent, then starts peppering your face in dramatic, sloppy, tickly kisses.

– “I love your kisses. Love, love, love. I want ten more. No—twenty. Right now. Don’t make me cry, baby, I need them to live~”

– From then on, he pouts if you don’t kiss him every few minutes. “I think I’m withering,” he moans, sprawled dramatically. “Only your lips can save me.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

– Zayne notices it immediately. The slight pause, the shy glance at his lips, the way you lean in but never quite close the distance.

– “You want a kiss?” he asks lowly, tilting your chin. When you hesitate, he narrows his eyes. “Why didn’t you just ask?”

– When you tell him your ex said it was annoying, there’s a long pause. His jaw ticks. “That won’t happen here.”

– From that day on, Zayne kisses you constantly, forehead, temple, hands, lips. Even in the middle of hospital rounds, he steals private kisses.

– “Don’t you ever hold back again,” he murmurs, breath brushing your lips. “I’ll never be tired of kissing you.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

– You nervously pull back every time you try to kiss him more than once in a row, and Xavier catches on with his usual eerie calm.

– “Do you think I dislike it?” he asks with a soft tilt of his head, confused. You tell him you’ve just… been told that before.

– He frowns slightly. “That doesn’t apply to me.”

– After that, he starts counting your kisses like little stars. “That’s three. Only three?” he teases. “You must not love me very much.”

– Sometimes he’ll wake up from one of his random naps with a lazy grin and murmur, “Did I miss any kisses? Give them all to me now.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

– The moment he notices you pulling away or hesitating to lean in, Sylus is on high alert. He thinks someone’s upset you.

– When you admit you’re just not used to asking for kisses because your ex found them annoying, Sylus is pissed.

– “That’s because they were a damn fool,” he scoffs. “You’re lucky I don’t chain you to my lap with how kissable you are.”

– From then on, he kisses you just to shut you up mid-ramble, mid-cooking, mid-bubble bath.

– “You want a kiss?” he smirks. “Then take it. All of them. Every second you don’t kiss me is annoying, sweetheart.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

– Caleb’s sharp eyes catch it the first time you look longingly at his mouth and then glance away.

– “What is it, princess?” he asks gently. You brush it off, but he presses again.

– When you admit the truth, he’s stunned, furrows his brow, softly cupping your cheek. “Who said that to you?”

– You’re embarrassed, but Caleb pulls you into his arms, presses a long kiss to your forehead, then nose, then lips.

– “You’re mine now. That means your kisses are mine too. Ask me for them whenever you want, or better—just take them.”

– He always tilts his head down just a little when you walk near, so his lips are right there for the taking.

[chiiyuuvv]

bathing with riize ★

boyfriend!riize 1k words

notes! rewriting this because i found my previous version very explicit :')

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

shotaro 🫧

you’re immediately dragged to the dinner table as soon as you return home later than usual

taro gives you his classic sweet smile as he pulls your chair open so you can sit and enjoy the warm meal he prepared for you while you were gone

a little disappointed when your boyfriend leaves you to eat dinner alone, but you know it isn’t in spite when you hear him running a bath in the background

carefully strips off your clothes because you’re his precious girl, then leads you to the warm tub so you can relax from your stressful day

thoroughly washes your body, stopping at certain areas to massage any sore spots as you ramble about your day

not to mention the random forehead kisses he gives you as you talk, receiving his full attention 

when you’re done, he dresses you in your favorite pajamas (an oversized shirt of his) and tucks you into bed <3

eunseok 🫧

the exact opposite as shotaro’s.. whoopsie

instead it’s you preparing his meal and bath

which he stares at you like 😐 because no no no! it’s supposed to be HIM giving you princess treatment, not the other way around

hates you so much because why does it feel so good being the center of attention? you’re hands lathering soap up and down his shoulders as you whisper sweet ‘you did so well today’’s in his ear

he’s falling for you so hard as if you aren’t already dating. you have no idea how whipped he is for you

because he’s such a brat that can’t have nice things, he splashes water in your face when you go to kiss him

about to burst out laughing when suddenly he’s drenched in water

water fight!!

sungchan 🫧

when sungchan invites you to the bathroom, you don’t like calling it a shower

it’s more so “chani hugging you so tightly you can barely move, so you just stand in the raining water”

don’t get me wrong,, you still enjoy it though!!

sungchan’s arms firmly wrapped around your waist as his nuzzles his wet hair against your neck, placing kisses on your skin from time to time

you like to talk about each other’s days during this time, or discuss future dates

loves loves loves to dry your body once you’re done “showering”, his eyes littered with adoration as he mumbles how pretty his girl looks

also loves when you return the favor <3 looks down at you as you dry his hair, his hands going back to hold your waist

looks at you like you hung the stars above your apartment roof, a soft smile tugging at his lips because he thinks you’re sooooooo cute it’s almost pathetic 

wonbin 🫧

i noticed male idols with longer hair always complain about how high maintenance their locks get

wonbin was that way too, until you suggested washing his hair for him

he’s so whipped from the feeling of your hands tangled in his curls that he would happily turn into rapunzel so he can return to that feeling every night (no pun intended hehe)

he looks so damn cute with his head resting against your lap when you’re washing him over the tub, his eyes closed as soft hums leave his lips when you scratch his scalp

leans into your warmth when you’re drying his hair, looking up at you like the happiest man in the world

seunghan 🫧

seunghan, being the observant boyfriend he is, always notices you use your sunday’s as your spa day

realizes how much you fancy spending hours in the bathroom lavishing yourself with sweet scents from your soaps / lotions, or shaving hairy body parts

seunghan loves how attentive you are to yourself, and he can’t help but want to accompany you during your special time

carefully spreads shaving cream all over your legs, tracing little hearts and stars into the foam before shaving it away

sometimes he feels mischievous, like giving you a bubble mustache or tickling your feet when he’s shaving you

his nose always scrunches when he hears your cute laughter, giggling like a lovesick boy internally 

honestly just happy to be there, the room filled with his sweet words as he watches you take care of yourself with hearts in his eyes

sohee 🫧

BUBBLE BATH !!

why sohee wanted one in the first place, the world will never know. but it did know how excited you got from the idea

while sohee’s busy running the bubbly bath water, you’re scurrying around the house to find bath bombs, rubber ducks, and literally anything else that could go in your tub

sohee makes himself a bubble hat and you’re busy making yourself a beard

if anyone walks in the bathroom y’all are cookeddd 💀🙏 but it doesn’t matter because they’re just haters that don’t know how to have fun 🤣

actually one of the reasons why you love sohee and his energy so much because he always entertains your inner child and encourages you to be a little silly for once

“who cares what other people think? nothing matters as long as i’m with you” and vise versa <3

anton 🫧

anton doesn’t partake in any washing, but it’s still cute so shush

wind down = doing everything together

that means eating dinner together, matching pj’s, heck even falling asleep at the same time

(which is a lie because anton likes to spend a couple extra minutes admiring your sleepy face)

loves to watch you brush your teeth at the same time, his eyes forming into small crescents as he wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to himself

also loves being dangerously close to your face to apply lotion and chapstick to your skin and lips so you don’t wake up feeling dry

(the chapstick part is useless because he always kisses it off of you)

instead of immediately going to bed, sometimes you like to have a small pillow fight which ends with him on top of you on the floor as he tickles your sides until you’re crying from laughter

other times you have soft makeout sessions because anton can’t keeps his hands and lips to himself

you still fall asleep with anton’s head nuzzled into your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist like a birthday bow as his breath fans your skin

that’s still a win in my book 🤷

︴bonus! planning to draft a xikers hc pretty soon .. schedule is slowly clearing up!

▸ taglist 📬 @cake1box , @wccycc , @babigriin , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @riize119 ,

@mxlly143 , @yeosayang , @lecheugo , @hanajm , @addictedtohobi ,

@yuniniverse , @yoiiwonn , @bambisnc , @skyblue84

🎬 navi

@chiiyuuvv on tumblr . do not steal works/headers/line dividers

[bones4thecats]

What Are They Like As Parents? - Hazbin Hotel

Type of Writing: Random Idea Characters: Vox, Valentino, Velvette, and Alastor Name: What Are They Like As Parents? Idea-Gifter: Random Thoughts

A/N: This is basically an AU where they married their S/O in real life and had a child with them back then. But, due to issues with birth, their S/O died with the child. So there will be trigger warnings when it comes to that. Also, the type of demon the reader is is listed below! Have a nice rest of your days/nights, my lil bubbles🫧

P.S: The Reader goes through birth, so they're headcanoned as female, but a gender is not fully noted

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Death, Swearing, Miscarriage, and mentions of Assault ⚠️

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Technological-Demon! Reader ; Medical Technology

📺 Vox and you were very close when alive. Growing up together and eventually falling in love and marrying

📺 Sooner rather than later, you were expecting a baby boy, in which you two decided to name him (M/N). Unfortunately, due to difficulties during birth, Vox had lost not only his unborn child, but he lost his spouse

📺 Ever since that day, the man had driven himself further into his work, trying to push the memories of you both with your bump past him, he didn't want to remember how you smiled so gently at him as you died, or how the doctors tried saving you as blood erupted around your form

📺 It was because of how he held himself to such a low-degree that Vox had passed away, and due to his actions in life, he was banished to hell

📺 He believed he deserved it, but now he could start anew, and that was where he grew back into power and eventually met a fairly new Overlord, one that had your same name

📺 Once he asked you and learned that you and your son were transferred to hell, he grew upset, why on Earth were you, the sweetest being he had ever known sent to hell? And why was his son, who never did anything in life, get sent here?!

📺 Every other Overlord, besides Alastor, was on-edge when your small son crawled out from your hand, being nothing but small shocks before turning into a mixture of Vox and your's demon forms

📺 He just smiled lightly and kneeled in front of his child, patting him on the head and declaring how he'd protect you guys till the end of time, in no way was he going to allow you guys to slip from his grasp again

📺 Now, as your son was made into the form of a young child (4-6), Vox always tried to keep his anger on the down-low. He didn't want his son to only see his father angry and full of rage

📺 While he may seem like a horrible father at first, once he got used to the fact that your child was interested in your occupations, you being a medic of the Overlords and him being the head of VoxTek, he smirked at Valentino and Velvette before holding his child and gloating about his company

📺 Speaking of the other two Vees, they adore your child. Valentino loves to help your son with his social skills, and he tries keeping his business on the down-low around him, he doesn't need to get shocked or nearly have his wings amputated by Vox and you again

📺 Velvette on the other hand, she loves to test her outfits on your child, from helping him find the most suitable outfits to having him listen to something on her phone as she speaks to her two main allies during a meeting, she is honestly a decent aunt

📺 Vox also has a wild obsession with watching Alastor fail, so if he were to ever see the Radio Demon talking to you or his son, he'd lose his shit, not caring who was there to watch

" I swear to fuck, you old-timey shit-stain, if you ever try touching my S/O or my son again, I'll fucking kill you and drag your corpse all around hell for the all people to see. "

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Insect-Demon! Reader ; Rosy Maple Moth

❣️ Valentino and you married quite early in life and had a very active life

❣️ It was due to your shared actions that you found of you were pregnant quite early, which made him try calming down from his actions and begin to coddle you

❣️ Unfortunately for him, your body couldn't quite handle the stress of birth, resulting in your demise, along with your daughter. And due to this event, he was driven mad

❣️ This was where he developed his abusive personality, constantly yelling and assaulting his workers, including Angel Dust when he first arrived and signed a contract

❣️ It took a while, but one he had heard about a new Overlord that looked a lot like Valentino (in terms of species) with a daughter that looked nearly identical, he decided to attend the next meeting without his fellow Vees

❣️ It only took a quick glance for him to know exactly who you were, in life you loved to mess around with roses, so it only made sense that you'd become a demon in relation to that plant

❣️ Once the meeting ended, Valentino walked up behind you and hugged you, wrapping his larger wings around your form as he felt your tiny orange-yellow antenna tickle his chin

❣️ Valentino also loves his baby girl a lot, spoiling the young girl with everything she could ever want

❣️ Once you and her walked back into his life, everyone within his studio learned who you were quickly, you were the long-time spouse of Valentino's, and the father to his young daughter

❣️ They also took notice of how more collected he was, and while he did have his moments of anger, he rarely ever laid a hand on his employees, unless he got angry enough

❣️ Valentino also swore on his afterlife that he would never touch anyone in the ways that he would touch you or your daughter, which allowed your new friend, Angel Dust, to be more free with his time

❣️ Much like Vox, he doesn't seem like he'd be a good parent. And they're kinda right, but only with certain situations

❣️ Valentino doesn't know what to do when it comes to certain scenarios, like when your daughter asked where children came from and you had to wrap your pink and yellow wings around his mouth to silence him from giving a very detailed story of how she came into existence

❣️ Vox and Velvette are also fairly involved with helping him raise his child, Velvette loves to help her dress, from giving her small clips to put in her hair to giving her full-fledged outfits, she spoils her just as much as Valentino does

❣️ Vox also spoils her, but he also knows when to be strict, he mostly just watches her whenever Valentino and you get busy with running the studio in V Tower. He's been declared the 'Godfather'/'Uncle' of your baby

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Bird-Like-Demon! Reader ; Peacock

📳 Velvette and you agreed that you'd raise your child together, despite knowing that it wasn't her own, rather, it was your ex-husband's

📳 He had abandoned you with your unborn baby a few months prior to you and Velvette married, and it was on your honeymoon that you went into labor

📳 Sadly, you had lost the baby, and eventually lost your life due to internal injuries just a few months later, prompting your wife to go a hint overboard with her actions

📳 When she died, she never expected to see you sitting across from her at an Overlord meeting, your long tail feathers falling onto your lap where a small boy sat, playing with them

📳 She looked up in shock as you told her of your son, how you both were banished here, your son due to the fact that he had the potential to due just a horrid things as you, and that angered her

📳 Velvette loves to mess around with your feathers that laid behind your head, the ones that only flare up when upset or feeling any kind of strong emotion

📳 She also adores to have you carry her, since she was fairly short when it comes to sinners, and you were very tall when it came to the species

📳 Now, when it comes to your son, she loves to dress him up, acting as if he was a small mannequin that she needed to make look as gorgeous as possible, and thankfully he looks a lot like you, meaning if something looked good on you, it would no doubt look good on him as well

📳 If your ex-husband ever came by to take his son back, she would straight-up ruin his life, literally. She'd post everything around to make him lose his title, and if that didn't work, she'd just kill him, she doesn't care which he chooses

" I swear to you, (R/N). If you ever, ever, try to come here and demand to have the son that you abandoned in the first place, I will do two things. I'll ruin your fucking afterlife by stripping your title away, and I'll make sure during the next Extermination, you get a very long and fucking long death, try me, bitch-boy. "

📳 Velvette also is a fairly good step-mother to your son, she loves to give him small trinkets she finds around. One time she came home with a small present from the store, and when your son looked at the tiny necklace that opened to show holographic photos of you three together, you couldn't help but fall for her even more

📳 Much like with the other Vees, she does involve Valentino and Vox with her step-child's life

📳 On average, she has Valentino just help watch him, leaving Vox being the head of watching him, she doesn't need to have you on her ass about how Valentino took her son to the studio to observe his work

📳 Vox is the official 'Grandfather' of your son, while Valentino is more like the 'Funcle' of the two

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Mythical-Creature-Demon! Reader ; Wendigo

🔘 Alastor and you shared a lot in common during life, from your cannibalistic and murderous crimes, you both bonded over the fact that you were able to keep it all away from people's eyes, despite your high-ranks in society

🔘 He was the head of his own radio broadcast, while you were the head of a small orphanage that took in any child that was needing a home without any problems

🔘 Ever since Mimzy introduced the two of you and you learned of your situations, you decided to 'help' one another out, and by that, I mean by covering for one another

🔘 This teamwork led to you guys falling in love, in a twisted way that is. He loved you for how you would just casually keep a smile on, and you loved him because of his owl personality

🔘 While many didn't expect him to ever fall in love, due to him being a canonical aromantic, they did find it funny to watch him just smile and treat you like a member of royalty

🔘 He never really did find a need for intimate actions, but one drunken night and a lot of pregnancy tests later, you found of you were carrying his child, alerting him to keep you away from your previous crimes. He didn't need you or the child getting harmed

🔘 Alastor may not have shown it, but he was very heartbroken when the doctor released the news that you had lost your baby, and eventually your own life

🔘 Knowing due to your crimes that you'd end up in hell, Alastor would sit at your grave and speak of how he'd see you sometime soon

🔘 And he was right. He had found you once again during his first Overlord meeting, what he did not expect was seeing your young son sitting on your lap while gnawing on a small hunk of deer meat

🔘 He knew that this was your shared child, and he welcomed the youngling with open arms and a fully-fledged smile, his sharp teeth matching his son's

🔘 Speaking of your son, he loves to spend time with his father, learning how to play the piano and singing old songs with him as you stood off to the side with Husk and Niffty, watching the boys have fun

🔘 Alastor only allows you and your son to really touch him without many warnings, and while it took a lot to get used to, he loves watching him randomly grab his staff and try singing in the microphone

🔘 Much like his father, your son can use tentacles and use his powers to make his voice radio-sounding, and it is the funniest thing to watch members of the Hotel go nuts hearing so much of the noise

🔘 Due to being the son of the Radio Demon and the Wendigo Overlord, many don't even dare trying to touch your son, well, except for Vox and Lucifer

🔘 Vox one time had decided to try holding your son without permission, resulting in him being sent flying across the meeting room by your husband

🔘 And when Lucifer first arrived and began to tickle your son to make him laugh, he stood off to the side with his ears pushed backwards in irritation, watching his son smile by such a fatherly action not being made by him was annoying

🔘 And, because of your declaration, you named the members of the Hotel as your son's 'Godfathers'/'Godmothers', only having Husk and Niffty as the 'Siblings' of your son

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— nothing’s gonna hurt you baby

⋆.˚｡𖦹°🫧⋆.ೃ࿔ elphaba learns something new about glinda; even perfect, confident girls have fears. even if it’s a silly fear of storms.

౨ৎ a/n: when elphie’s is calming down glinda with the field scenario i’m thinking of this scene below that we were ROBBED of 🥲

the brewing storm at shiz at been so brutal that students got sent back to their dorms for the rest of the evening. glinda stood by the window, anxiously biting on her lip as she gazed through the glass. the rain was coming down so heavy that it sounded like rocks being thrown at their windows. that was the extend of it, until…

*bang*

the first strike of thunder hit.

glinda hastily hopped onto her bed, screaming a high pitched bloody murder, and gripped onto her fluffy pink blanket. it brought her a slight sense of comfort . elphaba assumed it was a childhood blanket to due the fact that it looked slightly worn down and glinda’s stuff was typically in perfect shape.

“glinda, it’s just thunder. why are you freaking out.” elphaba didn’t ask it judgingly, but in mere confusion.

it concerned her when glinda didn’t respond. when she just sat there, terrifyingly staring out the window, gripping her blanket so hard that elphaba wondered how her nails hadn’t ripped through it by now.

elphaba knew she was checked out. and so, she got up and walked towards her girlfriend. she placed her hand on glinda’s shoulder, and when she did, glinda nearly jumped out of her own skin. there was much relief written on her face when she saw her favorite face and that pretty green skin.

glinda exhaled a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding. she attempted a smile towards elphaba, but failed miserably. the fear behind her eyes made her smile look like something from a horror film.

“you’re afraid of the storm?” elphaba questioned. the clues were right there in front of her. if she wasn’t, then the only other option was glinda was losing her mind.

glinda nodded shamefully and hung her head. her typical bubbly and confident persona blown away with the storm. she looked like a small fearful child now.

just then, as if though the universe was trying to play a trick on her, the thunder clapped louder than before. it shook their entire dormitory. glinda screamed and covered her ears, scooting closer to elphaba.

elphaba’s eyes widened. she wasn’t afraid of the storm. she rather enjoyed it when she was safe inside. it brought her a sense of calm, but clearly glinda felt the complete opposite.

elphaba sat beside the blonde girl on her bed. she swaddled glinda in her arms. her girlfriend mindlessly let her tense body collapse onto elphaba so she was practically on her lap. glinda’s was shaking so bad. elphaba couldn’t decipher if it was from fear or coldness. nevertheless, her porcelain skin was icy cold, elphaba realized. she was wearing a small nightgown with thin straps despite the weather outside. elphaba could’ve laughed at glinda’s need to look awfully attractive even in her sleep.

elphaba grabbed the fluffy pink blanket that had fallen out of glinda’s tight gripped when she switched positions. she draped it over glinda’s body, the size of it being able to cover nearly her entire body.

elphaba looked down at glinda and she noticed residue of tear tracks left on glinda’s rosy cheeks. the hurt in elphaba’s heart from seeing her girlfriend in fear escalated from a dull throb to burning, glaring pain at seeing the tears. “don’t cry, my sweet. nothing’s going to hurt you.”

“it’s so scary, elphie. and so loud and destructive,” the blonde girl whimpered. she pulled the blanket closer to her face as a way to hide from the monster that disguised as a nasty storm.

elphaba brought her hand to glinda’s cheek. her soft thumb wiped away the tear stains, however more continued to roll down and roll over her thumb. “remember we went on that picnic, glinda? down at the flower field?”

glinda hummed at yes, and her confusion of where elphaba was going with this momentarily distracted the fear that was boiling in her chest.

“they are so lively and beautiful because of weather like this,” elphaba assured, “it’s loud and scary but it’s why we get to have beautiful moments such as that day.”

glinda gently smiled at her girlfriend. elphaba always had the right things to say. the loud noises still made her fearful, but the new perspective gave her a gentler sense of comfort.

“see, you have to get through the tough moments to get to the beautiful ones,” elphaba added, her voice only slightly above a mere whisper.

another warm tears rolled down glinda’s cheeks as she stared into emerald green eyes. this time, the tear wasn’t from fear nor sadness. but the beauty in elphaba’s words and the way she can make a situation like this less intimidating. ‘twas a tear of sweet emotion.

“i didn’t think of it like that,” glinda whispered.

elphaba could see the calmer state glinda had now fallen into. it relieved her that glinda wouldn’t be acting like a scared feral animal for the rest of the night.

the green witch leaned forward. she settled a simple kiss on glinda’s cheek. “let’s get to bed, yeah? it’ll all be passed by morning,” elphaba said, “we can even go visit the field tomorrow. you’ll see how vibrant the flowers are now.”

glinda quickly nodded, a soft smile still written on her face. elphaba grabbed onto glinda’s hand as she stood up. she unmade the bed for glinda to simply slid right in to. but she didn’t. she just stood there, chewing anxiously on the side of her mouth.

elphaba blinked at her, waiting for glinda to do something. instead of what she expected her to do, glinda spoke up, “can you sleep with me, elphie? you make it less frightening and…i don’t want to be alone.”

“of course,” elphaba said. she climbed in bed and then glinda followed in suite, laying herself right on top of elphaba. elphie covered them both with the duvet and wrapped her arms around her.

glinda released a sigh of content. “i love you, elphie. thank you for keeping me safe,” the blonde sleepily says, yawning after as well.

“always,” elphaba leaned down and kissed the top of glinda’s golden blonde hair, “i love you too, my sweet.”

to elphaba’s surprise, glinda was the first to fall into dreamland. elphaba was lucky that her herself hadn’t dozed off. she needed to be awake incase of glinda having another anxiety attack over the weather. she’d always be there to protect her. despite what anyone dared to say about her being dangerous simply by her appearance. glinda found comfort in her, and that’s all that mattered.