#lil blushy today

[goldieclaws]

Look at these funny little fellas I got from @hokage! My OC Harlem and favourite catboy, Sephiroth~

Thank you as always Cyril! 💖✨

(Harlem is agender and uses they/them)

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! boys crushing on you ₊˚⊹♡

here are some silly headcanons on how i think the shiratorizawa guys would act while they have a crush on you + eventually confess :3

characters: ushijima, tendou, semi, shirabu, goshiki

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ushijima

its weird because he knows he likes you and everyone else THINKS he MIGHT like you but hes so blunt and deadpan that its hard to tell

he doesnt treat you differently than he treats any other person but hes very kind and generous

gives you random compliments though, like is hes thinking something he just says it to you

'you look very beautiful today' or 'are you wearing a new perfume? it smells nice'

but at the same time he accidentally insults you like hell ask you when the last time you showered was

because of this nobody can really tell exactly how he feels about you until he eventually confesses

he would probably be very deadpan and unromantic about his confession too, he would just straight up ask you to go out with him (˶˃⤙˂˶)

but TRUST once he gets you out hes bringing you flowers, hes buying you your favorite snacks, hes holding doors for you pulling your chairs out for you

u rlly gotta trust the process LMAO i feel like hes just a lil dummy

tendou

i feel like he wouldnt confess because hes rlly insecure and doesnt think anyone would ever have romantic feelings for him so you would probably have to confess

he does little things to let you know he cares about you, like hed suggest manga he thinks youd like or some songs or has movie nights with you and brings snacks

jokes around a lot with you and actually shows a vulnerable side when hes alone with you

i can see him inviting you out just randomly and casually, like bringing you to a bakery he likes or going to the park with you late at night to swing on the swing sets and chat

also compliments you very boldly but immediately gets super blushy and flustered and starts stuttering ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

probably teases you a lot though but gets really nervy if hes too flirty about it

i feel like youd DEF have to confess but he'd probably be throwing you hints all night, complimenting you, buying you little keychains or snacks, holding your bags for you all that jazz

once you guys are officially together OH MY GOSH is he a different person, constantly flirting and teasing and now youre the one blushing and left stuttering by his words ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

semi

hes actually very sweet and chill about it

like when he first meets you hed probably just straight up say youre really pretty and ask for your phone number

hed be shocked to learn that you actually have a lot in common with him

overall is just very flirty and romantic while crushing on you, like he makes it NO secret that he has feelings for you (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

jokes about you being his girlfriend but surprisingly take a while to actually ask you out

despite that he still is very protective over you and literally treats you like youre his girlfriend

def writes songs for you and sends voice memos of him playing them on his guitar ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

i feel like he wouldnt really try to hard to impress you or anything, hed just feel comfortable being himself around you and doesnt want you to end up falling for someone who isnt him (as in him not acting like himself)

invites you out on dates often before officially asking you out

he ends up asking you out with a cute stuffed animal and candy at your doorstep

shirabu

lurks from the shadows

i feel like he would probably push you away and be kind of cold twoards you because he thinks your really pretty but doesnt want to have feelings for you

i feel like hed just watch you and like admire you from a distance

would probably be too scared to have a genuine conversation with you so he sends you annonymous notes

hes your little secret admirer ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

his notes are so sweet though, like he writes you poems and tells you how nice you looked

i feel like hed be ok just being your secret admirer forever but he realizes he wont be your classmate forever so he ends up writing a note to meet him on the roof of the school during lunch

you end up meeting up with him and he asks you on an official date ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

goshiki

CONSTANTLLY trying to impress you (╥﹏╥)

just a big dork honestly

always invites you to his practices so he can show off his skills to you

if you compliment him hed probably be all blushy and smiley and hit you with the 'yeah it was nothin'

invites you out to play gacha machines and spends a bunch of money on you trying to win the figures you want

also brings you snacks and gives them to you during lunch (˶˃⤙˂˶)

honestly would do anything for your validation

tries to be cool and tough but you see right through that act almost immediately

probably invites you out to a movie and awkwardly tries to hold your hand but only ends up brushing hands with you

would try to ask you out after the movie ends but hed just be stuttering then ends up saying nevermind

you probably have to ask him out lol

even after all that hes STILL trying to act like a tough guy

[frogchiro]

we need more of slasher!ghost pls omg <33

like what if he noticed reader would come into his shop more often and would get all shy n’ blushy when they talked to him???

Ohohoho he'd be smug. Don't be fooled, he may come off as cold, indifferent and aloof but he's a smug bastard who thrives when he sees you flustered and shy, believe me, he sees it.

He knows he has to play the long game here, he couldn't rush it; his obsession started almost from the beginning, from the moment he saw your clear but confused and seemingly lost (e/c) eyes and when you asked him oh so timidly and kindly where wasthe street you were searching for. Ghost was also aware that you more than surely heard about the dark rumours circulating around town about him, how he slaughtered a soldier and was dishonorably discharged, how in a fit of raw rage he slaughtered his whole family and left them hanging from meat hooks. Hilarious.

But even after a few weeks passed, you still greeted him with the same kindness in your eyes. Was there intimidation? Sure, but not disgust or fear. It brought him a sense of peace that the object of his love, his affection didn't fear him, after all his future wife should never be scared of him.

He started doing small acts of kindness; leaving for you the best cuts of meat, always fresh, giving you discounts and whatnot but when he noticed how you blush whenever he looked at you? How your voice had a tiny stutter when his deep voice purred out how nice you looked today? It all got to his head.

Don't get him wrong, Simon knew he was good looking for an almost 40 year old guy, maybe not in the model-esque smooth cheeked way but in the rough and tough battle-hardened way, rugged he thought was the word. His large and muscled body covered in a fine layer of chub, short blond hair, stubble, many scars that littered his whole body face to legs and deep brown eyes may not be everyones favorite but everyone else didn't matter, all that mattered to him was you and how you blushed when his large body 'unintentionally' crowded you when he was taking down a chunk of meat from a shelf behind you, a deep 'm sorry lil lady' almost growled in delight as he noticed how flustered you got at his proximity.

In conclusion, he would be a smug bastard, a huge turn on for him and would inflate his big ego even more, feeding into his dream of making you his little darling wifey and breeding you with his babies♡

[anchoeritic]

i usually Do Not like the stepdad trope but i never knew stepdad!joel was something i needed,, i need corruption kink/dumbification kink stepdad!joel

stepdad!joel humiliating you in front of his big boy friends when you step out in your tiny lil pajama set to bring them a couple of beers. some whistle, the others stay quiet and laugh to themselves. you were a beaut, there was no doubt about it. his friends wished they could have a piece of you, just for one night, and joel knew that would never happen. not on his watch. maybe he’ll let them take a peek, just this once. “c’mere, sweetheart’.” you hear him call out for you from a few feet away as his fingers signalled you to step closer. smiling, you walk over with an opened bottle of beer in hand, ready to serve the others. “hi, joel,” you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you right on his lap.

“how’s my darlin’ girl?” he asks you, taking the bottle from your hands. “lookin’ pretty today,” he continues, taking a swig of his beer, “daddy’s buddies even think so.” you glance shyly at the men sitting around the bonfire, waving at them with warm cheeks. no one had ever complimented you the way joel does, he tends to sound extra… sweet? made you feel all blushy and bubbly inside. “t-they do?” you stutter out, “thank you..” their eyes are hot against your skin, as if they’re peeling your clothes off. they looked ready to devour you whole.

“mhmm… pink looks great on you, princess.” he says, flipping your skirt up to show the other men. you gasp at his words, forcing your skirt back down in an instant. the group tucked their chairs in closer to try to get a better view, almost salivating at the tiniest showing of lace. “j-joel, what are you doing?” you try to cross your legs, only for him to spread them back open with his hands, slipping one down to cup your cunt. “feel you achin’ down there, sweetheart. let daddy and his friends take care of you, okay? mama doesn’t need to know about our fun, hm?”

[hyuk4sbf]

what abt the type of nudes they’d send though 🤔🤔

☆ NSFW CONTENT AHEAD

kicking my feet i want 2 receive nudes

yeonjun’s would b very artsy i think, the prettiest angles of him while he touches himself, both on his front facing camera and his back one in the mirror :3c hair mussled n sweats pulled down just enough to give u the best view of his happy trail down to his hand around his cock ^_−☆

soobin’s would take his w the timer on, sitting back w his legs spread, big cock flushed n hard against his tummy n his hands fly over his face in embarrassment bc he rly cant believe hes doing this !!!!! probably takes them in pretty lighting as well, coloured led type of thing how cute <3

beomgyu rly tries his hardest for u!!!! he’s not all that good at pics he claims T_T and then u receive the prettiest little picture of his lil tummy, hand over the bulge in his pants >< asking to see more n u eventually end up w a little folder of how pretty n pink his whole body can get when hes turned on !!! all blushy as he sends u his pretty cock thats all wet from his precum ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

taehyun 100% starts w a picture of his hands or his chest and stomach, building up the anticipation cuz he never wants to rush this and knowing he’s turning u on more at the same time is the bonus !!!! sends a pic of his veiny hand over his cock, n then sends a mirror pic of his fingers wrapped around it FUCK!!!!!!! probably cums on the mirror n sends u a pic of that too .

hyuka i think would maybe start off pretty bad w nudes, desperate when he takes them so its always blurry ect ect!!! eventually gets the hang of it and the build up to it, sending random pics of his thighs w his hand resting between his legs n captioning w a simple ‘missed u today<3’ like ur not gonna b spam texting for more >//< i could also rly imagine him sending pics of his fingers in his mouth before a pic of his spit-slick dainty fingers around his pretty cock

[c0smoshit]

req since it says theyre open!!! sky fluff and gn reader is preferred!! either reader or sky need to relax bcs yk life is stressful, so they have a bath together and its just rly brain rottingly sweet

Of course!!! I love these lil fluffy Zelda prompts, thanks for the request 🫶🫶

Warm weather ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Sky/gn!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff!! nothing suggestive! // not proofread

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ this reminded me of a Leon fic I wrote a while ago😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1.073

Laying down on the sofa with a popsicle in between your teeth you were trying to cool down from the ravishing heat of summer here in Skyloft.

Looking outside you then peeked over the wall clock; 21:15.

He was late, again.

Sighing, you got up, closed the window and became hopeless of the thought that the temperatures were going to cool down. Turning on the floor fan you had begged Link to help you buy, you were about to sit down again until you heard a loud noise by your right.

Stumbling over your feet your eyes met those dirty blonde locks of him, sticking a bit to his forehead from what you assumed was the heat outside.

"Link!"

You squealed as you ran to him, thankfull of the shortness from the living room to the entry hall. Opening your arms to hug him you widened your eyes and stopped dead on your tracks.

"Woah- you look like you fought a Bilocyte on your way home"

He grunted, closing his eyes wearily as you took in his not-so-radiant mien; Messy hair, sweaty skin, reddened cheeks, his back slumping down as he stabilized himself with the handle of the door and those dark circles below his gorgerous sky eyes.

"What happened?"

He stayed silent for a bit and you let him inside the house, watching as he sighed, finally able to take off his gear.

"I'm fine, just tired"

Your eyes didn't soften a bit, painted with a worried look while your hands helped him off his despair. His sword on your hand and his bow on the other you spoke outloud.

"You're having a bath"

"Later, I have to finish up cleaning my bow for tomorrow"

Your iris instinctively searched for the piece of polished wood, taking note of his awful aspect. It's paint was just forgotten under the layer of dirt that was covering most of the drawings and the grip and arrow rest were both messed up too.

"Don't be silly, I'l help you out with that later"

His brows furrowed as if he wanted to open up his mouth to refuse until-

"Now you're coming with me"

And with that, you grabbed his forearm tightly, almost dashing off to the bathroom as you put your hair down.

. . .

"Gotta get my boy cleaned up"

You said huffing as you helped him out of his absolute nasty clothes, all sweaty and messy. Trying to to oogle too much to your very handsome boyfriend you started to squeeze some fresh camomille soap an old lady gifted you the other day at the store, telling you how "calming and soothing you would almost feel your bones soften up from it" it was.

"It smells good what is it?"

You looked at his perked up ears, a sign that he indeed liked the smell. You giggled, talking about that cute old lady who seemed to be pretty happy whenever he saw you with Link, telling you to marry him before anyone else did.

At that last comment he went a bit quiet, almost blushy before you took in your own looks. Messy hair, sweaty skin... Hylia how you hated hot weather sometimes.

Seeing that he was already laying peacefully on the bathtub, the bubbles almost covering his chin you decided to get inside too. Sneaking your way in he wasn't alerted by your presence until he felt your body crash against his own, some water spilling out the tub as he instinctively grabbed you.

"Hello"

Your words were muffled by the bubbles around you, some of them hitting his cheek as you smiled before he answered with his own

"Hi"

Your arms hugged his whole back, his did too, pulling you up with him so you both could get a better posture.

"What have you done today-"

You said, cutting your own words as you removed your arms from him, sitting up straighter as you inspected his face like a mother would with his child.

"-to be so messy, Link?"

His name almost sounded accusatory as you furrowed your brows, now starting to part his blonde locks. Chest pressed into his face before drawing away, you grabbed a small bucket, moving so much even more water was spilled out.

"I was outside, helping out a little girl with her lambs..."

He spoke and was interrumpted by a splash of water directly on his head, shutting his eyes tightly as he let you manage his hair around.

"-that's why I'm so messy"

You sighed out, always helping others, you thought.

The room was filled with silence and often interrumped by soft groans as you massaged his hair, having squeezed a bit of his usual shampoo into your hands beforehand.

You liked- no, loved having such precious moments like this with him; being able to caress the head of your lover into your arms, massage his skin, his hair, his hands, whatever he felt sore for. And of course he loved it too, however, he always felt like he was making you work too hard for him.

More often than he prefered he had to come home like this; late at night and you were already sleeping, eating the cold dinner you had prepared for him too, having to tend his wounds...

He didn't want to think about it right now, having you sprawled out on top of him, taking such great care for him and the feeling of warm water around you was enough for him to forget.

"I wanna be the one you put the ring on, yknow"

He opened his eyes from their slumber, brow quirking in confusion before he saw your softened smile, looking down at him with such adoration he felt as if he was going to melt from all your love.

"Earlier, when I told you about that lady..."

Oh

So that's what you were talking about.

"I don't want anyone else to marry you"

He didn't know why you were acting so lovely with him now and you didn't know either, he just looked too cute.

Splashing more water on his hair you finally finished washing it off, chuckling at his wet puppy appereance with his hair almost blocking his view. He fixed it, looking at you with changed pupils, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you down with him.

Your head was now laying on his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, his hands drawing circles on your spine, sometimes tracing it with his index up and down slowly.

"I'm not marrying anyone that's not you, y/n"

You smiled and he could feel it on his skin, making him copy you.

"You're the only one that has been through all, with me"

[myers-meadow]

How about Raphael returning to the House of Hope as a blushy mess after an encounter with his little mouse and Haarlep needling him about it to try to get a reaction? Maybe the incubus's initial attempts don't get much of a reaction beyond Raphael telling them to just be quiet and so Haarlep suggests that maybe they should have their way with the moral to see what all the fuss is about, which is what caused Raphael's composure to break for a moment as he snarls a 'Don't you dare' or something. Then Haarlep could just needle him further by commenting on the cambion's strong reaction.

Raphael's jealousy, what a delicous thought.... 👀🥴

This is rather short, but I hope it hits the spot and provides a lil daydream fuel for you, anon :). Please let me know if you enjoyed, reblogs are very welcome <3

Warnings: 18 +, mild smut.

Wordcount: 438

Divider by saradika-graphics.

Last Light Inn. A place of desperation and of hope. What a delightful combination, Raphael smiled to himself. There was an ambitious tiefling kid among the folk seeking refuge in the Inn, a good way to keep himself busy as he waited for his sweet adventuring mouse to come to him. He knew Mol bonding with him would get under Tav's skin, which only delighted him more. Yet, by the end of their encounter, he was the one who returned home with his head stuck somewhere else.

"Aren't you cold today," Haarlep pouted, tugging at Raphael's hair as the man laid underneath him. "I take it they said 'no' to your little deal?" The incubus' voice was sickly sweet, and that was a warning in itself. "Perhaps you haven't tried the right approach yet."

"Like you know anything about how to tempt a mortal." Raphael bit.

Haarlep ground his hips into his master's, moaning lewdly at the pleasure. "More than you know. Let me have a try... I'll wait for them at the Sharess' Caress. The air will be ripe with desire, with potential. I'll tempt them, offer them that Hammer they need, and as a bonus for us, I'll make them submit, make them... ours."

Raphael squeezed Haarlep's hip in warning. The incubus leant down, hovering over him, noses brushing together with each thrust. He let out soft whines as he fucked himself proper, but not allowing Raphael to tip over the edge. 

The incubus voice darkened when he spoke again. "Because this isn't really about the Crown, now, is it?"

At that, the cambion grabbed Haarlep and rolled them over, sharply and unexpectedly. His hand found the incubus' throat, who let out a needy whine, playing his part well despite the surprise. His thrusts grew rough and hard. Haarlep's chuckle died in his throat as he saw the angry wrinkle of Raphael's nose, all fury at the mere mention of him seducing his little mouse. The cambion pinned the incubus down by his legs, allowing him to thrust deeper, making Haarlep shiver with the new sensation of it. It was rare for Raphael to take charge like this, and the incubus took note of it, filing the knowledge this provided him with away for later.

"I'll say this only once, so listen close." Raphael leant down, folding the incubus practically in half, and lowering his voice to something dangerous. "This one isn't for you to play with."

[wannabehockeygf]

I'll keep it safe and ask for Connor Dewar for #29

Perhaps the reader is more the dom, how I love a cute blushy boy

💞

Guilty as Sin? - Connor Dewar

“They don’t know how you’ve haunted me so stunningly,

I choose you and me,

Religiously.”

PROMPT #29: “You want them to know you’re mine, huh?”

Summary: a good ‘ole fashioned quickie, but the roles are reversed

Word Count: 5.5k oops

Pairing: Connor Dewar x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT! Unprotected sex, cheeky lil creampie because there’s no consequences in fiction, dom/sub dynamic

Notes:

- more dewey smut… he’s got us in a chokehold

- this is… so extremely out of my comfort zone I can’t lie! But I tried with it.

- definitely not my best work

- have never written a submissive man ever.

- but lowkey it kinda fits

- wrote this all today because I am intensely hungover from my birthday & had nothing else to do

- keep sending requests, I really like doing them!

***

“So, what do you think?” You ask, twirling around to show off your dress, but there wasn’t much to twirl with the satin, form-fitting style of it.

The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The satin dress you wore shimmered subtly in the light, each movement creating ripples in the fabric like gentle waves on a calm sea. You feel the dress almost uncomfortably tight, the smooth material cool against your skin, but you only see the side profile of your boyfriend as he stares into your shared bedroom vanity, running his hands through his hair for what you can only assume is about the thousandth time.

He sighs, not even turning his head, “Great, babe, but I’m really trying to get my head into this. You know I don’t like cameras, nonetheless–woah.” He trails off, letting out a vocalization of surprise as he finally meets your gaze, his eyes then scraping down your body, taking in every sinch and crease of the fabric adorning you.

Connor straightens up, and you notice the faintest bit of pink tinging his cheeks as he turns his body fully towards you. His jaw gapes open slightly as he looks you up and down, over and over and over again until you snap him out of his trance, “You okay, Connie?” You question, trying to act innocent as to his reaction, but the corners of your mouth curling up probably give it away.

Connor blinks a few more times as if trying to process the vision before him. He takes a hesitant step forward, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, and you can almost feel the heat radiating off of him. “You look… stunning,” he finally breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he’s afraid speaking too loudly will shatter the moment. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing against the smooth satin of your dress. “I mean, like, really fucking good.”

His hand trails up to your shoulder, lingering there for a moment before he gently guides you to turn again. You comply, twirling slowly, feeling the fabric hug your curves in a way that makes you feel both elegant and confident. Connor’s gaze is unwavering, his eyes following every movement, as if committing every detail to memory, “I’m gonna…” He tries to say, but the sound was so raspy that he had to pause and clear his throat before continuing, “No, I need you to do that about a hundred more times for me before the end of tonight, okay?”

You chuckle softly, the sound melodic in the quiet room. "Only a hundred? You sure that's enough?" you tease, your eyes sparkling with affection for the man in front of you. You slow your movements, finally coming to a stop in front of him. Connor’s eyes are intense, green and filled with admiration and something deeper, something that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand, still resting on your shoulder, slides down your arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He steps closer, his body heat mingling with yours, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against your exposed skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful. I mean, you always are, but this…” he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble that resonates through your entire being. His fingers trail down to your hand, lifting it gently before pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. The touch is light, almost as if he’s afraid to break the spell. “I got you something for tonight,” he continues.

He was taking you to a team event, one where you had to dress up all nice just to go and drink with the other players and their wives or girlfriends, but also one where there’d be a lot of media and cameras in your faces. You always thought it was endearing, the way Connor would have a deer-in-headlights kind of look whenever the red light came on, but what was even more endearing was him trying to make this night good for you.

He releases your hand slowly, almost reluctantly, and moves towards a small, intricately wrapped box on the vanity. You watch as his fingers, still slightly trembling from the overwhelming emotions, carefully untie the delicate ribbon. The sound of the wrapping paper crinkling seems to amplify in the otherwise quiet room, and when he finally gets it open, he reveals a dainty corsage, one to match the colour of your dress.

Connor’s fingers gingerly lift the corsage from its box, the soft, pale blooms nestled against a delicate bed of greenery. The sunlight streaming through the window catches on the petals, casting tiny shadows that dance on the vanity's surface. He turns to you, his eyes brimming with a mixture of pride and vulnerability. The faint blush on his cheeks deepens as he steps closer, his movements careful and reverent, as though handling something fragile and precious.

You extend your hand, and Connor slips the corsage onto your wrist with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. The cool petals contrast with the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver down your spine. He adjusts the blooms slightly, ensuring they sit perfectly against your skin, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. His breath is warm against your cheek as he leans in, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. “I wanted you to have something special for tonight,” he says, his tone soft.

You pout, pulling back to get face-to-face with him before pressing your lips to his for a moment. When you pull away, you hold your hand out in front of you, studying your new accessory, “It’s beautiful, but why? Are you taking me to prom or something?” You joke, wanting to lighten the moment, although a sudden frown overtakes his expression.

Connor's frown deepens, a shadow passing over his features as if he's suddenly unsure of something. You reach out, brushing a hand against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under your fingertips, and the simple touch seems to ground him. His frown eases slightly, replaced by a soft, contemplative look. He captures your hand, pressing it gently to his lips again, his eyes never leaving yours with a sickening intensity. "No," he murmurs, his voice a soft caress, “But I… here, let me show you.”

He rips his gaze away from you for a moment, only to grab the same box he retrieved the corsage out of. Underneath where it was sitting, you didn’t notice a small bundle of matching flowers which he promptly plucked out gently with two fingers, holding it in between the two of you. “For my jacket. I thought we could, I dunno, match?”

Your heart skips a beat at his sudden moment of thoughtfulness, a quality that makes him seem like the only guy in the goddamn world. How could someone so loving and caring get even more perfect? By putting in this much attention to detail. You take the bunch of flowers from his hand, just to feebly place it in the lapel of his suit jacket, straightening it out to make sure it looked perfect.

Your hands, without breaking contact, grazed against his chest to his shoulders as you cocked your head to look at his matching flowers. All you could notice was the hitch in his breath as you smiled at him, surveying his flushed expression and decided to take the littlest bit of advantage of how sweet he was being. “You want them to know you’re mine, huh?” You laughed, flattening your palm against him to view the two flowered embellishments together.

Connor's face turned an even deeper shade of pink at your teasing remark. He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor before darting back up to meet yours, his eyes a mixture of vulnerability and eagerness. He stammered, trying to regain his composure but failing miserably, "Well, um, yeah. I guess I just... wanted everyone to see that you’re with me, you know? That I’m... that I’m with you."

You take a step closer, closing the distance between you. His eyes widen slightly as you brush a strand of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering just a bit longer than necessary. The heat radiating off his body is almost overwhelming, and you can feel it against your own skin. His breath hitches as you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, “You look so nervous, babe. Are you okay?”

His response is a soft, almost inaudible murmur, “Yeah, I’m just... I didn’t expect to be this... fuck, that dress.” He eventually chokes up, his body tensing.

You smile, your fingers still tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin. "Relax, Connie," you whisper, your voice soothing yet charged with an undercurrent of desire. You lean in closer, your breath mingling with his, and press a soft kiss to his jawline, just below his ear. He shivers at the contact, a low hum escaping his lips.

"I'm trying," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his composure. His hands, previously hesitant, find their way to your waist, fingers splaying against the satin fabric of your dress. “It’s hard,” He offers, the warmth of his touch seeps through the material, igniting a slow burn that spreads through your body.

You take a deep breath, feeling the anticipation crackling in the air between you. His hands on your waist are firm but trembling slightly, a testament to the intensity of his emotions. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, and whisper, “I think you’re doing just fine.”

He exhales shakily, his breath hot against your neck. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky growl that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers tighten on your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together, the heat between you palpable.

You smile, a slow, sultry curve of your lips as you press your body against his, feeling the hard lines of his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. “You’re gonna tell me, right?” you tease, your voice soft and intimate. You trail your fingers up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch, before tangling them in the hair at the nape of his neck. “For me, baby?”

Connor’s breath hitches again, his eyes widening as your words wash over him. He’s never been great at articulating his feelings in moments like these, but the intensity of his gaze speaks volumes. You can feel the tension radiating off him, a potent mix of desire and nervousness that only heightens the electricity between you.

His hands slide up from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer. “You have no idea,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Every time I look at you, I just… I can’t think straight.” He leans in, his lips brushing against your collarbone, trailing up to your neck with feather-light kisses that make you shiver. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to give him better access, the sensation of his lips on your skin sending waves of pleasure through you. “Good,” you murmur, your voice breathy. “I like knowing I have that effect on you.” Your hands continue their exploration, slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin, the taut muscles beneath your fingertips.

Connor groans softly at your touch, his hands roaming over your back with increasing urgency. “I don’t know how I’m going to get through tonight with you looking like this,” he admits, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear, making your knees weak. “All I’ll be able to think about is getting you alone.”

You smile against his neck, your breath warm against his skin. “We’re alone right now, right?”

Connor’s eyes widen at your words and he pulls his face away, still holding you close, the redness on his cheeks complimenting the green in his darkened eyes. “I-I don’t think…” he stammers out, “We have to go soon. We shouldn’t…” He continues, only to cut himself off with a low, choked moan as you begin to gently nip at his jawline.

You chuckle softly at his reaction, the sound vibrating through your chest as you nip at his jawline. "We do have to go soon," you whisper, your lips brushing against his skin with every word. "But we have a little time, don't we?" Your hands slide up his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he tries to keep his composure.

Connor swallows hard, struggling to find his voice. "Y-yeah," he finally manages to say, his voice trembling. "A little time. But… you look so nice, I don’t want to ruin your makeup or anything.”

You smile wickedly at his words, your fingers tracing lazy circles on the back of his neck. "You worry too much," you murmur, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I don’t mind getting a little messy."

Connor’s eyes flutter open, and the intensity in his gaze nearly takes your breath away. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest as he lets out a low, internal groan, a clear indication of just how affected he is by your proximity. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you decide to go for it and discard his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders with ease.

The flower he spent so long carefully picking out falls to the ground, and he looks at it wide-eyed for a moment, those pools of sage green so beautifully innocent as they meet yours again. “Are we gonna—oh, fuck, okay.”

Connor’s words are muffled as you kiss him again, your lips pressing against his with a force that makes his knees buckle slightly. You feel his hands grip your waist tighter, as if holding on for dear life. You take control, your hands threading through his hair, tugging slightly to angle his head just the way you want. Your lips move against his with a demanding fervor, eliciting a soft, desperate moan from him.

You guide him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He sits down heavily, his eyes never leaving yours as you stand before him. The sight of him, flushed and disheveled, brown locks messed up while your lipstick is smeared generously across his face, waiting for your next move, sends a thrill through you. You straddle his hips, your hands gliding over his shoulders, down his arms, until you reach his hands. You lift them, placing them on your hips, encouraging him to touch you more freely.

"Don't be shy," you murmur, your voice a low purr. "Touch me. I want you to."

Connor’s eyes flutter closed as you speak, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter, his fingertips digging into your flesh. You can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, and it sends a thrill of power coursing through your veins. You roll your hips slightly, eliciting a low, guttural moan from him, the sound vibrating through your chest and sending shivers down your spine.

You trail your fingers down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. “Such a pretty boy,” you murmur, your lips grazing the sensitive skin of his neck. “I love seeing you like this. So vulnerable. So mine.”

Connor’s hands slide up your sides, his touch becoming more confident as his desire overtakes his nerves. “Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice rough with need. “I can’t… I can’t think straight when you’re like this.”

You smile against his skin, your teeth nipping gently at his earlobe, making him shiver. “Aww,” you whisper, your voice low. “The big-shot hockey player wants to give up some power, huh?”

You pull back slightly, just enough to look into Connor's eyes. His pupils are blown wide, as if he’s trying to process what you just said, yet the redness creeping onto his usually pale face betrays him. “I’m not—don’t say that,” he murmurs, “I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Cocking your head to the side, you lean into his ear once again while your other hand wanders lower. “Then why are you so hard, Connor?” You punctuate the word with a gentle squeeze at the growing bulge between the two of you, straining against his slacks.

Connor's breath catches in his throat, a sharp inhale as your words and touch send a jolt of electricity through him. His hands tighten on your hips, trembling slightly with a mix of anticipation and desire as he swallows hard. "I... I don't know," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.

You smirk, leaning in to brush your lips against his ear, your breath hot and tantalizing. "You do know," you murmur, your voice dripping with seduction. "You're hard because you want this. Because you want me."

Connor's eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back slightly as he lets out a low, shuddering breath. His hands roam over your sides, his touch both hesitant and desperate. "I... I can't help it," he admits, "You do this to me. Every time."

You shift your hips slightly, pressing yourself more firmly against him, eliciting a low, needy groan from his lips. “Do you like that?” you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. “Do you like feeling me like this?”

Connor’s head falls back as he lets out a soft whimper. “God, yes,” his words slip out, his voice raw with need. “I mean, fuck—no, this is… wrong.”

You smile, the sensation of his resistance only fueling your desire further. "Wrong?" you whisper, your lips trailing down the column of his throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his skin. "How can something that feels this good be wrong?" You nip gently at his collarbone, drawing a soft gasp from him.

Connor’s hands tighten on your hips, his grip almost bruising as he tries to regain control. “I-I’m supposed to be the one in charge,” he stammers out, his voice shaky with both arousal and uncertainty. “This isn’t… fuck, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”

His words only spur you on, fueling the fire burning inside you as you press your lips to his throat once again. “I know what you think," you murmur, your breath hot against his skin. "You want to protect me. Be that stereotypical big, strong, man, but just this once, let go. Trust me."

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His eyes dart between your own, wide and glassy with a mix of longing and trepidation. "I don't—" he starts, but the words die on his lips as you press a finger against them, silencing him.

"Shh," you whisper, your voice a sultry murmur that sends shivers down his spine. "Just let me take care of you tonight." You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear, and you can feel the way his body tenses beneath you. "Please, baby, let go."

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and you can see the internal struggle playing out in his eyes. "But I'm supposed to—"

"Not tonight," you interrupt, your voice firm but gentle. Your hand trails down his chest, finding his belt which you deftly unbuckle, trying to free him to relish in your newfound sense of control. “Lift your hips for me.” You urge him once you finally toss the belt aside.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Connor finally relents, lifting his hips slightly to allow you to slide his slacks down. The moment you free him, the evidence of his arousal is undeniable, straining against the fabric of his boxers. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the hard lines of his body taut with anticipation.

"That's better," you purr, your fingers grazing the edge of his boxers, teasingly close to the prize beneath. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Connor's breath hitches, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a low, guttural moan. "Fuck," he breathes out, his voice thick with need. "Please."

You hum in approval, your hands quickly popping open the rest of the buttons of his shirt until it falls open, feeling the hard muscles beneath your fingertips. "What did you say?" You tease, your lips trailing down his neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake as you move lower, tasting the salt of his skin.

Connor’s eyebrows furrow at your words, but a breathy, inaudible moan interrupts him before he can speak. When he finally does, the sound is soft, needy, and something you’ve never heard from him before, “Don’t make me…”

Your fingers pause at the waistband of his boxers, your eyes locking onto his, a teasing glint in your gaze. "Don't make you what, Connor?" you purr, your voice a soft whisper against his skin. "Don't make you beg?"

“Yeah,” he starts, his voice trembling. “Don’t make me beg. I—I don’t want to… I’ve never…” His words trail off into a low, shuddering moan as you continue your teasing, your fingers brushing lightly against the waistband of his boxers. The contrast between your sultry touch and his conflicted words only heightens the tension between you.

You grin, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Oh, I think you can handle a little begging,” you tease, “Especially when it’s for something you want so badly.”

Connor’s resistance crumbles as you press you stroke him more insistently through the thin fabric of his boxers, the heat and pressure of your touch driving him to the brink. His hands slide up your back, pulling down the zipper of your dress, desperate to feel your skin against his. “Fuck,” he moans, his voice breaking. “Please, baby. Need you against me.” He finally relents.

Your dress slips down, gathering at your waist, unveiling the blush pink lacy bra you had planned to show him later that night, though it seems the moment has arrived sooner. You tug the dress off entirely, letting it fall to the floor along with your bra. When you turn back to face him, your eyes lock with his once again.

Connor’s eyes widen as you shed your clothing, his breath hitching. His gaze darts between your exposed skin and your determined expression. The sight of you, so self-assured and mouthy, ignites something in him he would never admit out loud.

“Is this okay?” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. Pressing closer, you feel the hard length of him against you, his arousal's heat seeping through the layers of fabric. Your lips brush against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “You look so lost.”

He swallows hard, his voice shaky as he struggles for words. “I—yeah, I mean, it’s just…” His voice trails off into a low, frustrated groan as you roll your hips again, drawing a desperate gasp from him. “Fuck, it feels so good, but…” His words dissolve as he buries his face in your neck, his breathing uneven and ragged.

You feel Connor’s rapid heartbeat against your chest, his breath hot and erratic. His hands grip your hips, his hold almost desperate as he wrestles with the unfamiliar vulnerability you're drawing out of him.

“You’re doing so good,” you purr, your voice a soft, sultry murmur. You trace your fingers along his jawline, feeling the rough stubble against your skin as you slide his boxers down, exposing him completely.

Your hands glide down his chest, feeling the muscles quiver under your touch, before wrapping your fingers around his length. Connor inhales sharply, his body tensing, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. “Oh, God,” he breathes, his voice trembling.

“God, you're so hard for me,” you murmur. You stroke him slowly, teasingly, feeling him throb in your hand. His hips jerk involuntarily, a low, needy moan escaping his lips. “Do you like that?” you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. “Do you like how I make you feel?”

Connor's eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back as he lets out a shuddering breath. “Fuck, yes,” he gasps, his voice raw with need. “Please, don't stop.”

You grin, your touch becoming firmer, more insistent. You revel in the way he responds to you, the way he melts under your touch. His hands roam over your body, desperate to feel more of you, to pull you closer. You can feel the heat of his arousal, the hard lines of his body straining against you as you let go of him, deciding instead to grind against him, only the thin fabric of your underwear separating you.

Connor’s eyes snap open as you grind against him, a low, desperate moan escaping his lips. His hands tremble as they clutch at your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh with urgency and need, leaving cherry-red marks. He groans, his voice raw and strained. “Feels… so good.”

Your smile widens, a glint of triumph in your eyes as you pull away slightly, just enough to slide your underwear off, leaving you completely bare against him. You watch his reaction, the way his eyes hungrily take in every inch of you, his body trembling with anticipation.

“You want me to ride you, baby?” you murmur, your voice dripping with seduction as you position yourself above him, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against your entrance. “You want to feel me wrapped around you, squeezing you so tight?”

Connor's response is a choked groan, his hands clutching at your hips with desperate need. “Fuck, yes,” he gasps. “Please, I need you.”

You pause for a moment, savoring the way Connor trembles beneath you, his need palpable and almost tangible in the air between you. The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the rustle of sheets, and the soft, desperate moans escaping his lips.

“You need me, huh?” you whisper, your voice a sultry purr as you lower yourself slowly, letting the tip of him brush against your wetness. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but let out a soft moan of your own. “I’ll take every inch of you. All you have to do is ask.”

You lower yourself a bit more, just enough to tease him with your wet heat. Connor’s breath catches, and his grip on your hips tightens as if he’s holding on for dear life. His eyes flutter shut, and a low, guttural moan escapes his lips. “Oh, God,” he breathes, his voice trembling.

“Look at me, Connor,” you command softly, your voice a mix of seduction and authority. His eyes open, locking onto yours, wide and glassy with need.

His cheeks are flushed, a deep red that creeps down his neck, highlighting the vulnerability he's feeling. “Fuck,” he groans, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please, I want you. I want you so bad, I can't stand it. Please, just—”

Before he can finish, you sink down fully onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The feeling is overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and power as you control the pace, every movement deliberate and teasing. Connor's head falls back against the pillows, his mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure. His hands roam over your body, desperate to touch every part of you, to feel the reality of the moment.

You relish the sensation of him filling you, the heat and hardness of his arousal pressing deep inside you. The slickness of you makes every movement effortless, a smooth glide that has both of you gasping for breath. You begin to move, slow and deliberate, grinding your hips against him, feeling the friction and the pleasure build with each motion.

You lean down, your lips capturing his in a heated kiss, your tongues tangling. The kiss is messy, hungry, a reflection of the desperate need coursing through both of you. As you move, your bodies find a rhythm, the slick sounds of your movements filling the room, mingling with your moans and gasps.

“You like this, hmm?” you whisper against his lips, your voice a low, teasing purr. “To be beneath me, helpless, while I ride you? To feel every inch of me?”

Connor's response is a choked groan, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he thrusts up into you, meeting your movements with a desperate need. “Yes,” he gasps, his voice raw and broken. “God, yes. Please, don't stop. I can't—fuck, I can't take it.”

You chuckle softly, a sound filled with satisfaction and power. “That's right,” you murmur, moving faster, riding him harder. The pleasure builds inside you, a tight coil of heat and need. You feel him throbbing inside you, his length pulsing with every movement, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The tension in the air is palpable, the desperate need to reach that peak of pleasure driving you both to the edge. Connor's moans grow louder, more desperate, his hands clutching at you as if you're the only thing keeping him anchored.

“Please,” he whimpers, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, I’m gonna— I need to pull—”

You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear as you cut him off. “Don't you dare,” you murmur, your voice dripping with authority. “I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel every last drop.”

Connor's breath hitches, his body trembling beneath you. His hands clutch at your hips, his nails scratching as he tries to hold on. “I can't,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “Fuck, I can't—”

“Yes, you can,” you whisper, your voice firm but gentle. “Let go, baby. Trust me.”

The tension inside you reaches a fever pitch, every muscle in your body tightening as you ride him harder, faster. The sensation of him filling you, the heat and friction driving you to the edge, is almost too much to bear. You can feel the tight coil of pleasure inside you, ready to snap at any moment.

Connor's moans grow louder, more desperate, his body trembling beneath you. His eyes are locked onto yours, in a way you had never seen before, but so incredibly intoxicating. “Please,” he whimpers, “Please, I—”

With a final, shuddering thrust, you feel the pleasure inside you snap, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. Your moans mingle with his, the sound of your combined pleasure filling the room. The sensation of him pulsing inside you, spilling his release deep within you, only intensifies your orgasm, sending you spiraling into a state of bliss.

You collapse onto Connor’s chest, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of your release. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His heart pounds against your ear, a rapid, erratic beat that matches your own.

Connor’s hands roam over your back, tracing the lines of your spine, his touch gentle and almost reverent. “Fuck,” he whispers, his voice still shaky. “That was… I can’t even…”

You lift your head, meeting his gaze, and you can see the mixture of awe and adoration in his eyes. “That was just the beginning,” you murmur, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “But we do have to go soon.”

Connor's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "Go?" he echoes, his voice still breathless from the intensity of your shared experience.

You chuckle softly, the sound filled with amusement and satisfaction. "Yes, go," you say, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Your team thing, remember?"

Connor groans softly, his head falling back against the pillows. "Right," he mutters, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I almost forgot."

You press a gentle kiss to his lips, your smile widening. "Don't worry," you whisper against his mouth. "There's plenty of time for more later."

[treyisms]

i beg for ur thoughts on matt and or trey with an innocent reader

this totally isn’t gg btw

oh, lets get into this anon (my gi 😉)

cw: nsfw content (eighteen plus!), fluff, innocent/virgin f!reader, if this isn’t your thing that is a-okay lovebug but pls don’t be rude to anon or myself ! ☮️🫶🏻💌

trey:

- we already know this man has a corruption kink, there is significant evidence, so i think he’d absolutely love a kind hearted & innocent (probably virgin) gf

- you’re sitting on his lap while he giggles after he makes a joke (probs “the aristocrats” one) and you don’t get it :(

- holding his hands up in front of him to regain his breath after he giggled so much you were nearly bouncing off his lap, “baby…. think about it” “think about what trey?! you’re just saying a bunch of dirty words!!!”

- he knows how easily you get blushy and he’ll lean down and whisper in your ear while giving your cheek a little pinch “what’s got you so red honey, huh?”

- tells all his buddies “she’s a nice girl, i mean like a nice girl”

- when he finds out you’re not sexually active, or haven’t even teetered onto being sexually involved…. omfg .

- “what do you mean you’ve never been touched before?” “i’ve just never got around to it..” “what, being fucked?” “TREY!….. i’ve never been … felt like that before” “oh, so you’re missing out & depriving some other stupid fuck of a girl like you” “maybe i like the “stupid fucks” of the world” “well obviously or you wouldn’t be dating me babe”

- one day, while just sitting on the couch with your head in his lap, staring up at him & tracing his face, just to throw him for a loop, you ask to suck him off & his eyes almost bug out of his skull because of how earnest you look

- “w-what?” “can i suck your co—” and he is immediately sitting cradling ur head and lifting his hips to untie his sweats <3333

- he loves to doodle you (even before you’re dating) with little hearts all around your head in a sweet little sunddress you wore on the first day you met

- the first day you met he told matt “oh fuck, i gotta have her dude” and he’s said that many times since in different contexts

- mf LOVES a height difference & loves to look down at you with his perpetual heart eyes like “hi y/n, you look really nice today, is that a new top?” while playing with the string of your tank top

- but once again, it’s trey so he is naturally staring at your chest & the lil dainty necklace dangling between it as your breathing picks up due to your closeness to him

- tells EVERYONE you’re the sweetest person he knows and is so genuine about it, probably says that lil “y/n makes me better, ya know?” sll the time & even matt can’t help but smile for his friend

matt:

- matthew richard stone where on earth do i begin?

- you definitely start out as friends first, because believe it or not matt has a huge soft spot for gentler souls with pure energy (shocker)

- quickly moves to him becoming infatuated with the way you jump at little, friendly touches from him on your arm or back

- like one time he touches your waist to move past you in a quick “excuse me” motion and he sees the way you get goosebumps and he is ABSOLUTELY hooked

- will absolutely be man spreading in a meeting & can sense you’re staring without even LOOKING at you

- turns to face you across the table (while trey is still speaking btw) and asks “i look good today?” with this nasty lil smirk while he waits for you to sputter out a response

- when he speaks the entire room quiets down because matt, believe it or not, has a really domineering personality & everyone stops to listen to his real deep voice

- “you like the beard?” literally eyeing you down & scratching at his chin cause he loves to see you blush

- he thinks you have the absolute most beautiful eyes & i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again he 100% calls you “angel eyes” & all variations of it

- you’ve just made out in his office & you move back to stand after a knock at the door & this mf is heaving with lil lipstick marks across his cheeks, mouth, neck & collarbone looking at you like prey & HES SO BIG LIKE SO TALL, goin “pretty eyes, you leavin me?”

- definitely the “places your hand on his hard-on & goes ‘see what you do to me?” type of guy

- matt LOVES to be around someone who is just genuinely enjoying life & trying to keep the peace rather than be money hungry or obsessed with ultimatums, so he finds your energy super refreshing

- “i like being with you” “really matt?” “yeah, you’re sweet, and i don’t feel like i need to be a dick around you to push you away” “well… i’m glad you’re not being…… mean, to me either” “i couldn’t be if i tried, i can’t be mean to pretty girls it’s against my moral code or some shit”

- you’re literally such a comfort to him, because you don’t see the bad parts of him as horrendous & you accept him & his temper for who he is <3

- that being, on the other side of things, he absolutely loves watching trey tell you a gross joke & seeing you not entirely understand it, tilting your head and squinting your eyebrows and staring off a bit trying to piece it together

- if it’s reallyyyy dirty matt wants to be the ONLY person telling you what it means because he cannot handle the idea of anyone being remotely romantic or sexual around you but him

- “and so the hooker says—” “trey don’t be fucking disgusting” “WHAT? matt you loved that joke last week!” “well now i don’t and it’s gross so shut the fuck up”

- turning back to you with a wink <33333

[queenofsquids]

Thrifted this tiny little doll for $1.99 today but can't read the back of her head to see what she is. Looks so familiar like Kindi Kids or Shopkins ... I know I've seen these somewhere. (Edit: Cry Babies BFF Coney! Damn what a shame she didn't have her socks or purse, what a cutie!)

Whoever designed those lil blushy knees did so good 💕

[revelca]

aggretsuko s5 was the best and the worst at the same time, and here's why.

so, the last season of aggretsuko is here, huh. it's one of my favorite shows ever and i just really want to discuss all that happened in s5 with someone. it's totally okay if you disagree with some of the stuff below, i'd love to hear your views and opinions!

so, obviously, it wasn't perfect. it was fun, but it had some issues. luckily it was better than s4 and had some really good moments, but the 2nd half of the season was a big misunderstanding. i decided to make a list out of all the stuff that bothers me:

retsuko literally got forced into politics. saying she's a people pleaser is not enough to justify it. i'm not saying "you can't do politics in aggretsuko", i'm saying that it would be better if she went "maybe i can make lives of regular office workers like me better?". and what was the politics arc for, anyway? there was no point but if you have to do it then just don't force her into that? give her a reason that would make her go "maybe it's not that bad of an idea".

why were retsuko and haida always going to a grocery store that was far away? plot hole! you see, after the stalker incident in s3 retsuko moved and i remember haida literally saying something along the lines of "the shop below keeps it safe and light at night". in additon, the building retsy lives in was shown several times and there really is a shop below her house.

remember when retsuko dreamed of being a lil blushy bride with a big smile in a beautiful dress all the way back in season 1? it was important for her, it was her dream. and in the end, haida and retsy just went with the civil marriage thing and? why?? honestly, why...

one of the biggest issues is obviously the fact that we didn't get enough about retsuko's and haida's relationship. since when were they even together?? i might've missed this part, but my point still stands - we really didn't enough about them. 5 seasons of waiting and this is what we get?? i just didn't get the feeling that haida and retsuko are actually happy and in love with each other, so them getting married so suddenly was a big suprise to me. and it's not like there weren't any opportunities for them to show affection to one another! i'm not saying they should act lovey dovey all of the time, but take for example retsuko's visit in haida's house. when they went out for a walk to the garden, he could say something like "i know it's hard, but deal with them just for today, okay?" or "sorry that i'm making you go through this. you really shouldn't have went here with me." stuff like that is what would make it feel a bit more like a real relationship and this exactly what their relationship lacks.

in the end we didn't get a single bit of info abt whether haida have found a job or not. he was supossed to get into IT and? after visiting retsuko's parents it was never mentioned again?? did netflix really just forget about it?

this isn't really an issue, but i still wonder who have hit haida with that truck. his brother said that he didn't do it but how did he even know that happened? not like haida would've told him about that considering their relationship... is, yknow.

and now, to the good stuff!! i have to admit, the 1st half of s5 was good, great even. those honestly were the best aggretsuko eps after the stalker incident in s3.

SHIKABANE ABSJSJSJ (no explanation needed) <33

haida deserved that. bro was being miserable and i loved every second of it. now he knows how tough life can be!! and that's a good thing.

as always, tadano never fails to make the show better, no matter what season is it. the thing where he bought the whole internet cafe? hilarious.

i'm bad at explaining why a show is good i was born to be toxic so that's about it haha. would love to hear others' opinions! <33

[age-of-play-i-say]

Puppy Fever, pt. 1

I just have a cold, but I woke up aching and foggy, barely able to manage texting Daddy for help. Daddy appeared quickly, with a warm milk drink for me to wake up with. He coos as I take my medicine, and cannot stand my eyes watering as he breaks the news that he has to return to work while I languish in bed. He’d prefer I stay comfortable in my cozy bed, but I can’t bear to have him out of my sight when I’m like this.

He holds a finger up in the doorway and says “Give me 5 minutes, little one, and then Dada won’t leave your sight again” and I can hear him in every room, shuffling around with purpose. I doze unhappily, drinking my sippy cup and hugging my teddy bear stuffie.

Daddy reappears in the doorway and strides for my bed, sliding his arms underneath my body before bracing himself to scoop me up, blankets and all.

I moan, sore and miserable, and snuffle into Daddy's neck.

He does his best not to jostle me, walking slowly. As he does he whispers "I was saving this for your birthday, but today seems like the right time for a treat."

We round the corner to his office and I peer around his neck to see something new - a large plush doggie bed designed to fit under his desk, with grooves for his legs and feet to fit too. I cling to him and kick my feet happily before groaning from the exertion.

He bounces me lovingly before setting me down to explore my new spot. He adjusts my blanket to wrap around my shoulders and gives my bare bottom a pat. 

"Go on, sweetie, there are other goodies in your little baby corner. I'll be right here the whole time, and this way you don't have to go anywhere for my Zoom meeting later on."

I drop to my knees and crawl in. Out of sight, there's a small space heater, a DVD player with my comfort movies queued, starting with Lilo and Stitch. My favorite stuffies are all in attendance.

He also set up a small breakfast tray of different drinkies, snacks, and cold meds. As a final touch, the cold meds have a sticky note slapped on top that says 'grown ups only, Daddy will take care of it'

I coo happily, feeling warm all over for the first time since this cold hit me hard. I peek my face out and mean to thank Daddy, but no words come out. Instead my eyes get watery and I fling myself forward, hugging one of his legs.

He relaxes and settles into his chair, petting my upper back and hair before murmuring, "Sick as a dog, so I figured you might want to be my puppy for today." I whimper and hug his leg tighter, my bare bottom pressing on his socked foot. I'm turning pinker than my fever flush, not sure why I'm so blushy.

I look up at Daddy curiously. 

"Puppy?" I ask. He nods.

"Puppies don't have to speak, they get pets, tummy rubs, snacks." I nod, laying my head back on his knee before he says, "and any accidents or humpies without permission aren't naughty when you're a puppy." My head swivels to meet his gaze.

He was waiting for me. He leans down and pats the bottom of my puppy pen. It crinkles. He grins and leans back up.

"Lined with puppy pads and the base cushion is washable, so my sweet pup doesn't have to think about anything at all if they don't want to."

My lil winkie pulses against his leg without any movement from me, giving away my thoughts. He chuckles before continuing,

"You can also make humpies if you're up to it, or you can ask Daddy for help. No limits on anything that makes my baby feel good today, okay?" 

I nod, still fever-flushed but so aroused by his love and care. I don't look up at him and instead start rolling my hips against his leg.

He chuffs happily and focuses back in on his laptop, ignoring his puppy-baby churning their growing winkie on his bare ankle.

I squeal a few seconds later when my orgasm hits unexpectedly, leaving me gasping and shaking. I've been feeling so awful that getting off felt like a chore, and now Daddy has put me deep in headspace, caring for me more deeply than I've ever known.

No wonder I'm sensitive.

I sigh contentedly and give my sore hips one final waggle before lifting off, grabbing a drinkie from the tray and two stuffies and settling back between Daddy's legs, safe and sound.

[greyknighterotica]

Jack! The patron drop today! 🥰😚❤️💋🎉

‘Note worthy’ was sooooo cute. I love your DDLG stuff but I’ve been in need of a boyfriend experience lately and you had me in my feels with this one. You can really do it all!

Not even going to pretend that I didn’t binge all 8 pieces! I followed that one up with ‘With’ and that one tickled…a different part of me. I’d never considered having a partner play with me in that way. The thought of pleasuring myself while my partner watches intrigues me but I’m really shy. Having them be in the drivers seat using my toy? Could be a nice stepping stone towards the former.

I'm glad you enjoyed With, a fellow LOTK basically laid it all out, the premise, the emotion, etc. I put my own spin on it, obviously, it's not a shorter piece--but it was all there for me, inspiration in a text box.

I'm very eaglerly looking forward to how they think I did, should they ever pop up.

But thank you for the kind words on Noteworthy, that was a fun one to write, a bit blushy during doing it (how funny I can say you will suck my cock until you cannot breath and suck my cum for breath without a beat but if you ask me to call you my lil snickerdoodle...) as you likely caught.

But it is nice, feeling those parts of my brain boot up one by one, desire to try new and old things again. It's lovely.

Thank you. Very sweet. Best reaction I've read so far today.

[thelaughtercafe]

Veronica Sawyer/Heather McNamara Relationship and Tickle Headcanons

Tea Type: Rose Boba

Potential Triggers: Lil mention of PTSD because of J.D.

Pairing: Heather M./Veronica

Length: 432

Summary: N/A

The CUTEST girlfriends omg?? 

J.D. who? 

Okay so I headcanon that Veronica is a little touch shy after being in such a toxic relationship but Heather helps her because she has the softest hands? 

Heather shares lotion with her which is the biggest show of love ugh. 🥺

So Veronica is definitely the type to brush against her or awkwardly quickly peck her cheek or something to show her affection or that she wants touch today. 

She’s a little like a cat and she pouts if Heather pretends she doesn’t see it. 

But luckily, she’s weak for Veronica’s puppy eyes and will quickly cave to her girlfriend’s want. 

She always telegraphs her actions, starting slow so she knows she’ll never hurt her. 

Over time as they become comfortable; one day while chilling at Heather’s house, Veronica’s grin takes her breath away and she blushes as she finally mumbles out. 

“So…not to be weird or anything but….wanna cuddle? Maybe?”

Heather’s own cheeks flame but she quickly nods and pecks the top of her head to reassure her. 

“Of course we can! Tell me if I get too suffocating okay?”

And so she wraps the smaller girl in her arms on the couch watching some cheesy romcom that they both openly giggle at. 

She noticed though halfway through that Veronica is squirming a little in her arms and grows concerned. 

“Everything okay babe?" 

Her voice is all warmth and Veronica can’t help but melt at the warm tone, so unlike the barbed viciousness or sadistic glee she was once used to. 

"Yeah sorry. Could you maybe just move your hand a little?”

Heather goes to do so but as she drags her hand towards the other girl’s waist she squeals again and grabs her wrist with a laugh. 

“Not there!”

“Oh? Are you ticklish, Veronica?”

Her voice holds a mischievous inflection and her girlfriend blushes at it. 

“I mean-so what if I am? Isn't everyone?”

“Well~ You’ve been down a little lately with the anniversary coming up. Why don’t I help cheer you up hm?”

With that her nails skitter playfully over the bare skin of her tummy and to her sides as she moves to hover over Veronica. 

She makes sure she can escape if she wants but she doesn’t fight or push her off her instead giggling joyously and trying to weakly swat her hands away. 

They stay like that until the brunette is gasping and a puddle of blushy giggles as they cuddle up again.

A pout adorns her face and Heather kisses it away and feels Veronica smile into it. 

There. 

Much better.

[satorisoup]

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ume made a flower crown just for you, cuz you are his flower queen! ✿ i hope you like it! i also incorporated some colors from the selfshippie color palette you did with ume cuz it's so cute!!! link to hq version

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EEEEK m’ sweet mii, how are you doin’ today ?? i hopes you’ve been hydrating and feelin’ well !! m’ tellin’ kaji to come & gives you a smoochie, right now !! i wuv you shosho much, m’ givin’ you so many big smoochies !! FANK YOU !! MWUAH MWUAH MWUUUUAH EHE !! <3 🍓

[lostinwildflowers]

Quickstep

Porco Galliard x Reader

Summary: Before the life of marriage, you and Porco were friends who had full-time classes to juggle between the two of you. And- a ballroom dance class.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: pining, idiot friends to lovers, Porco being a flirty lil shit, otherwise just more fluff :3

A/N: Hello my dears! This is yet another fic in the world of hubbyish Porco! This is based on the dance class I took this past spring, I hope y'all enjoy some flirty and blushy Pock :3 -Birch<3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The wind was brisk as you walked to your second class of the day. The white glow of snow on the ground twinkled, making you squint your (colored) eyes against its brightness. A shiver passes over you, a reminder of how brutal the spring semester could be.

You see, you were walking to your ballroom dance class, your second class of the day, and one that you have with your best friend, Porco Galliard. You usually meet him at the gym after your first class, biology with Dr. Dan, but the lovely winter weather made you cringe.

The dance class was Porco’s first class of the day, so he would drive from your shared apartment to campus before meeting you there.

The spring semester was just barely getting started, as it was only the second week of classes. You made it through the drones of syllabus week, and now things were starting to settle in… except for this class.

The whole notion of ballroom dance was… well, terrifying. Partnering up with random people and then letting them guide you around the dance floor? Absolutely not. The only reason both you and Porco decided to take the class was that it was the only available gym credit, plus you would have each other.

Throughout the first week, everyone in the class was too terrified to even look at another student, let alone think of dancing alone or dancing with a partner in close proximity.

There was one major issue with you, and it wasn’t even the aspect of dancing with a stranger. It was the fact that your best friend was your long-time crush and was hot.

That first week of class, you could see the other girls eyeing up the eye candy that is your best friend. Porco, of course, was oblivious and only wanted to talk to you about his rugby practices. Yet you wouldn’t be surprised when all of the girls suddenly wanted to dance with him as their partner. 

Generally, you just ignored them the first week, as it was all singles work anyway. You just tried to focus on learning the steps and staying on time. You weren’t the most graceful person, but you were a fast learner which made things easier.

At that, you finally made it into the gym, where you started to unzip your coat and dry off your sneakers so that they didn’t squeak for the whole hour. Porco walked in just a minute after you, shooting you his signature wink, to which you just roll your eyes.

He sets his bag down next to yours before following you over to the lines for warm-ups. Porco smiles at you and mumbles, “Do you think we’ll be doing partners today?” A wave of nervousness hits you as you think about partners… dancing with Porco.

Instead, you just shrug and say, “Maybe, but it is only week two of-” “Alright everyone let’s start some stretches,” the deep voice comes of your instructor, Erwin Smith.

The tall blonde was one of the best dancers in the world, an Olympic gold medalist. So, your class does as he says and starts to stretch while listening to him talk you through the steps of the Quickstep again.

“Alright everyone, let’s put leads on the blue and green lines, and follows on the red and orange lines,” Erwin stated, gesturing to each respective group. The thing about the ballroom dance class that was hard that there were always more follows than leads.

Thus, even when Porco positioned himself in front of you, he got shifted down to another girl who needed a lead. He frowns and mouths a silent “sorry” to you, and you can feel disappointment bloom in your belly.

That feeling is quickly replaced by nerves again when another lead takes his place, a tall brunette who had a crooked smile and unkempt hair.

Oh great, you think to yourself, shuffling on your feet. This guy looks like a nerd, or he’s going to eat me alive. Fuck, I wish I was with Porco.

“Okay, now let’s practice getting into our standard frame,” Erwin continued, “Leads, offer the invitation to your follow with you left hand extended, not a creepy Darth Vader chokehold, but not a limp noodle. Very good.”

You crack a smile at the joke, and turn to look back at your very stiff lead. You begrudgingly take his hand, and follow the instructions of Erwin to finish setting up your frame for the Quickstep.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look your lead in the eyes, so you try to look over his shoulder, but end up looking off to the left, just where Porco and his follow happened to be.

Porco was giving the short redhead he was with a warm and comforting smile, one that said, I got you, I know this is kind of weird.

An unknown fire started burning in your belly, and you quickly recognized it to be jealousy. You couldn’t help it, the way he was looking at her was the way you wanted him to look at you. 

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you see Porco make his terrified partner shakily laugh through her nerves, and you flick your eyes back over the shoulder of your own partner.

You knew Porco was a gentleman, his momma raised him to be one. Yet it still stung to see the way his right hand rested firmly on her rib cage, and his eyes staying soft and inviting to her.

A few moments after adjusting each set of lead’s and follows frame, it was time to practice the steps. Everyone had been practicing the steps individually for the last week, but now it was time to put leads and follows together at Erwin’s count.

“Everyone ready? Alright, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, slow, quick-quick…” Erwin started counting.

You did your best to feel where you feet were and to trust your judgement. Instead of looking where your feet were, you tried to focus on staring at a point over your partner’s shoulder, counting the steps in your head.

But what you didn’t know is that Porco was watching you instead of his partner. He could see the effort and try in your eyes, the focus you had in your count, and the way your lips were parted ever so slightly, mirroring the counts Erwin was saying out loud.

And man did he think you looked beautiful.

One half second later, he stepped on his partner’s foot unknowingly. “I’m so sorry!” he rushes out, looking down to move his feet out of the way of her own.

Then suddenly, as if a train wreck happened, all of the other groups started to experience the same thing. Leads and follows were stepping on each other, getting behind the beat, and turning the wrong way.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Erwin said above the chatter of your class. “Let’s reset with new partners, leads thank your follow and shift one to your left.”

Your lead quietly thanks you and moves down the line, and you turn to see who you would be matched up with. That’s when you catch sight of Porco.

Porco could feel his cheeks burning as he apologized to the follow he had just stepped on, but she just brushed it off and lined up again. He shyly scratched his head before moving to his left, where you seem to pop up right in front of him, a wide grin on your face.

"Ready to dance?" you quip, but Porco just laughs and snaps back, "Aren't I the one who's supposed to ask you that?"

A laugh falls from your lips at that, your giggles music to Porco’s ears. He swears he almost chokes at the sight of you in front of him, laughing at him.

A moment later, Erwin’s voice chimes in again, saying to reset into your standard frame with the new partner. Porco smirks at you in his typical fashion, offering you his left hand, the invitation to dance, which you softly accept.

As you close your hand around his own, the proximity between you two to closes. Suddenly your breath is catching in your throat and your (colored) eyes are locked on his own green ones.

But somehow, it’s not as scary as it had been just a few minutes ago. It’s comforting, but it’s… intense in a way you’ve never experienced. Porco’s eyes had never looked so vividly green as they did at that moment, and you swear you were about to get lost in the forest that they were. 

You then raise your left hand to rest on the junction of his shoulder and the top of his bicep, where your fingers naturally curl into the tight muscles. Then, just a second later, as if it were perfectly rehearsed, Porco brings his right hand to rest on your mid back and just barely the side of your waist.

At his touch on your side, you can’t help but shiver. You try to blink a few times to calm the quickening pace in your chest, praying that he can’t tell you’re flustered. He’s your best friends, get it together, you tell yourself.

Porco looks down at you, his brows softening at the slightly terrified look on your face and he quietly whispers, "Are you alright? It's just me."

You shake your head once to try to clear your thoughts and then you nod once, regaining eye contact before you whisper back, "I'm okay, this partner thing is all just a bit new."

Porco didn’t really buy it, but he could tell that from the look in your eyes, you were okay. Yet he knew something was bugging you and was festering in your mind.

"You know, I always imagined I'd be dancing with a pretty girl at my wedding, but I didn't think I'd be practicing with her in a college class," he murmurs cheekily, a sly smirk stretching out across his lips.

An intense heat immediately starts to burn on your cheeks, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach out of nowhere. You part your lips to reply to him, your (colored) eyes flicking back and forth between his green ones to find the lie in his words.

You had just about found your voice to respond to him when you hear Erwin’s voice next to you, “Wow your frame looks great. The natural chemistry between two lovers cannot be beaten!" At that, he then shifted down to the next partner set, leaving you and Porco a bit speechless.

If you were ready to sink into a hole at Porco's cheeky comment, that was the dirt to fill in your grave. When you return your gaze to Porco's, he has his own flush covering his cheeks and a look of uncertainty in his gaze.

There is no time to discuss it because the return of the counts comes back in out of nowhere, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, slow, quick-quick..." and then the voice drones out in the back of your head as your body starts to move on its own.

Porco's natural ability to lead lets you relax in his embrace, his footwork naturally stepping into you and away like the push and pull of a wave.

You don't look at your feet once as you hold his emerald gaze, and he does the same as he leads you down the line of dance. Everyone around you slowly begins to lose their cadence to the counts, but the two of you continue, feet perfectly in time to the rhythm of the Quickstep.

That is when you hear Erwin call for a spin, and you and Porco release each other in time before you feel his hand push you into the spin. He catches you with what seems like a practiced ease, right back into the frame before returning to the repetitive steps.

“And halt,” Erwin says. 

The two of you stop, slightly puffing and still holding onto one another. It takes a moment for you to pull away, but Porco's touch lingers as you slowly lower your feet flat to the ground and take a step back.

You aren't really sure what overcame you during that dance, but all you know is that Porco has never looked at you like that before, and the feelings you've suppressed over the years were resurfacing.

Then seemingly with perfect timing, the bell rings in the gym, signaling that class was over. You start towards your things, your mind racing with thoughts of your blonde best friend.

But a warm hand grasping your own makes you turn around, spinning right back into Porco's broad chest.

“We've got some things to talk about, Y/n.”

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