#my sweet sweet boy. absolutely shaped like a boyfriend

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"You didn't have to give me anything, Pads" Remus grinned like a fool. Not only for the present, but because of the boy giving it to him. "You already bought me a bunch of sweaters"

They had done the whole present exchange this morning at the dorm, all grand and festive like James liked it.

But this felt more intimate. Just the two of them. Sirius had been adorable and mysterious, dragging Remus to a lonely corner, grabbing his hand like lovers. They were lovers now, actually.

Remus was in love with Sirius. And he was excited for the relationship they had now. It was all very recent, but Remus was excited to live it all.

"I bought those before we... Those were as your friend, Moony" he explained, then tapped the little box "This is as your boyfriend"

Remus's mind went wild with ideas of what could be in the box, expecially for the way Sirius was grinning at him.

"Don't leave me in suspense here, then"

Sirius giggled as he placed the little box on Remus's hands.

"Thanks" Remus bit his lip "I didn't get you anything else..."

"You didn't have to"

Before Remus could protest, Sirius practically bounced excidetly.

"Open it up, Moony!"

Remus's heart was beating fast as he opened the box. He was very curious and excited. It was one of those boxes that used to have an important jewelry inside. Like engagement rings for example, Remus tried not to think too much about that.

What was inside was not a ring. It was a key.

And it was beautiful, heart-shaped with tiny diamonds decorating it. It looked vintage as well. At the end of the day, it was a jewelry because it was attached to a chain necklace. On it the name "Moony" was engraved.

Remus's eyes glowed. He was out of breath. Eventhough he felt immensely guilty because Sirius had spent extra money on him when his family had left him without a penny after he ran away, but also, Sirius's face of excitement was better than any shinny key. So, Remus loved it because Sirius had thought of him when he got it.

Remus loved this sweet version of Sirius.

"It is beautiful!!" Remus gasped as he took the chain out of the box and hanged it between his fingers. It was breath-taking and shinny.

Sirius couldn't contain his happiness, and Remus thought that was even more beautiful.

"Let me guess" Remus said to break the ice "The key to your heart?"

Sirius laughed causing goosebumps on Remus's skin.

"Better!" Sirius exclaimed "That is the key to your new home"

Remus raised an eyebrow.

Sirius smiled "I'm moving to Alphard's flat after school... And I want you to move in with me"

Remus was speechless. How could someone say Sirius was selfish, rude and not romantic at all? He might've not been a show-off of affection like James, but Sirius was absolutely full of love to give. He was secret about his affection though.

Remus had that warm nice sensation inside his chest again.

"You want me to move in with you?" Remus was still blinking in surprise.

Sirius nodded "Yeah, Moons"

"With James and Peter too?"

Sirius did something surprising then, he grabbed Remus's hands on his own.

"Just you and me"

Remus smiled, still processing it.

"I mean, we are practically adults, right?" Sirius continued "I love living with the Potters but I need my independance. And I love you, so I want us to live together, and share things, and pay bills, and I want you to yell at me over my mess which you already do..." Sirius grinned "And I want to have sex whenever I want without locking the door and then be yelled at by my friends... I want to walk naked around my house... My place! Our place!" he swallowed "What do you say, Moony?"

Remus only noticed he had tears on his eyes, when they burned for how they couldn't contain them anymore.

Although Remus's reaction was to laugh. He let out giggles of joy. And he kissed Sirius passionetly, trying to show him how much he loved him because words weren't enough anymore.

"I would love to live with you, Sirius!" he exclaimed between kisses and Sirius smiled between them as well "I love you so much!" kiss, kiss "I love you!" another kiss and another.

Maybe all of it was happening too soon. But that was the way with Sirius. Everything felt like jumpling from a cliff, scary but exciting, with all the adrenaline in the world.

They were very young to be thinking about moving in together. But Remus didn't care. It was a yes, a million times yes. Even if his father refused, and their friends said there were doing things really fast. Remus didn't have money, any idea what he wanted to do after school. No possible degree or profession. All he was sure about was that he wanted to be with Sirius.

Remus didn't care. He didn't want any of this to stop or go any slower.

Jumping off the Sirius cliff wasn't scary anymore. That, or Remus was a suicidal idiot.

"I have mine too" Sirius said after they finished the shower of kisses. He took out his chain under his shirt. It was as beautiful but with "Padfoot" angraved. "Want me to put yours on?"

Remus nodded enthusiastically.

He handed Sirius the necklace and turned. Sirius put it around his neck. Remus was going to take care of it with his life. It was his most precious possesion now.

They were months away from getting out of Hogwarts and actually moving in, but these keys were a promise of their love, that one day, they would build their lives together. And Remus couldn't wait for that.

Remus swallowed his tears because he didn't want to be sappy and turned to face his boyfriend. He kissed the key with devotion.

"Merry Christmas, Padfoot" he said with a smile "I love you"

Sirius smiled back "Merry Christmas, Moons" he said "I love you too"

And they sealed it with a soft kiss.

[ghcstpyre]

Teddy 🥹 please 👉🏻👈🏻

send me a character and I'll give 5 headcanons about them!

anything for you my darling 💖 and for the anon who also requested ted!

While Ted can't cook to save his life, he's actually really really good at baking! Cakes, cookies, brownies, pastries, you name it and chances are he'll already have a recipe for it floating around somewhere on a scrap piece of paper in his mess of a kitchen. Obviously this skill comes in handy when it comes to making edibles, and yes, he wears a cute apron whenever he bakes. Always still manages to end up covered in flour though.

Kind of related to number 1, but even though Ted is the baker of the duo, he actually works behind the counter at Pretzels & Cheese rather than in the kitchen with Bill. Purely because he's the designated "ladies man" -- he's better at schmoozing the customers (specifically the ladies, let's be honest) and enticing them to buy more than what they came in for. There's always more customers (bodacious babes) coming in on the days when Ted is on shift. He's had to give Bill many lessons on how to make a pretzel properly thanks to a few disasters at work.

Ted loves cars and motorcycles! They're his second love, after music. He could ramble on and on for ages, info dumping about his favourite makes, the mechanics behind them, and his dream car/bike. The first thing he buys with his very first Wyld Stallyns paycheck is his dream bike. Calls it his baby and manages to keep it in pristine condition, despite using it literally all the time. He loves taking you on rides to scenic spots and feeling you pressed against his back with your arms around his waist. It never fails to make him feel like the coolest guy around!

Speed roller. Like, this guy could roll a doob in under a minute. Ted learned how to roll the perfect blunt waaay before he perfected playing the guitar. You, Bill and Ted used to have rolling races before you realised that Ted would win every time. Now it's always you and Bill vs Ted, trying to beat him! Funnily enough, it's his rolling skills that help him get better at playing guitar. He's good with his fingers, what can I say 👀

Ted can sing! He has such a soft, melodic singing voice and he always tends to take lead vocals on Wyld Stallyns' slower ballads and love songs. He's a hopeless romantic, so he also tends to write most of their love songs too. Bill is the bigger metalhead out of the two of them, so he much prefers taking on the crazier, harsher vocals in their songs!

[cherrynflowergarden]

disgusting(ly in love) || matt sturniolo

an; hiiii my loves how are y'all?? someone please give me some ideas for this i wanna make one for chris too:( this was originally supposed to be for 10 mins but i ran out of ideas and ended up making it 8 mins THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALL<33

summary; a youtube compilation of matt and yn being in love for 8 mins.

tagged; @t1llysblogs

matt was bored. and on youtube. having stumbled upon a video titled "MATT AND YN BEING DISGUSTING(LY IN LOVE)!!!??? tw happy couple (ew)" he decided he had nothing better to do than watch this.

clip one; sleeping beauties

the clip started with nick going down the stairs and screaming for matt. what he didn't know was yn, matt's girlfriend had stayed over.

expecting matt to be awake, he pushed the door open with his vlog camera on.

there laid matt and yn, all cuddled up on the bed. the blanket covered their tangled legs yet the way matt held his girl against his chest was enough to make everyone jealous of the couple. near them mr wrinkleton, matt's pug plushie and ms bubbles, yn's rabbit plushie cuddled too, almost making it look just like the couple in plushie forms.

a small laugh left nick, as he zoomed the camera into their faces.

clip two; twitch stream

matt was streaming on twitch with his brothers while his girlfriend went out on lunch with her friends.

coming back home, yn did not expect to hear shouts from each brother's room. assuming they were only playing video games with each other, she yelled "honeyyyyyy i'm homeeeeee" right as she entered in matt's room. not giving him any time to answer the girl skipped her way to her boyfriend and sat on his lap; all excited to tell him about the latest gossip session she had with her girls.

but that could wait for a while.

he looked so beautiful that she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, giving a sweet kiss on his lips. pulling away she kissed his cheeks and mumbled "god you're so cute".

giggling softly, the boy pulled her face up and said "thank you baby" she was about to say something when chris screamed "OH MY VIRGIN EYES". laughing at the way her eyes got wide, matt explained "we're streaming baby"

clip three; birthday gift

sometimes yn vloged. since the triplets' birthday was coming soon, she decided to vlog the entire process of shopping for the brothers.

twelve minutes into the video, she was all set and ready with meaningful gifts for each brother. once she put all the gifts in separate bags for each brother, she smiled at the camera. "finally. it was such a tiring day. now only one thing is left to do. y'all remember the paints i brought? well we're doing a fun little craft." taking out the red and pink paints, she went to grab a plain black tshirt.

cutting a heart stencil out of a paper, she stuck the paper to the tshirt's back. applying the fabric paint on her lips she started kissing the cloth between the cutout paper heart. applying different shades of pink and red, she filled kisses in the shape of a heart. laughing at her now smudged 'lipstick' she showed the camera her now ready gift.

"gonna let it dry now. i think i will maybe do something in the front also. not sure. will keep you guys updated!!"

safe to say, matt loved his gift so much that he demanded another kiss tshirt so that he could wear her kisses every day.

clip four; beach

this was a short clip from the hawaii vlog. the triplets, yn, maddie and nate where walking to the beach near hotel. well not all of them were walking through.

yn decided she was too tired to walk today and matt being the absolute angel he is, let her to hop on his back as he carried the girl to the beach.

maddie had vlogged matt carrying his girl on his back, humming to whatever she had to say. the camera captured matt listening carefully to his girlfriend as she spoke animatedly about penguins. the last thing the camera captured was yn repeatedly kissing the boy's cheek as he smiled before chris pushed the couple claiming "it was sick to watch people in love"

clip five; beach again

this was a clip from the same vlog as the last. matt and yn were seen enjoying in the water. splashing water against eachother their joyous laughs could be heard.

suddenly matt lifted the girl up, enjoying her screams of fear. dropping her a little, matt laughed harder as his girl tightened her hold on his neck. "matt i swear to god if you throw me in the water" laughing at her empty threats, matt dropped her down a little.

"MATTEW STURNIOLO"

"but baby i love you" he said as he completely dropped her down.

clip six; deaf, mute and blind challenge

yn sometimes participated in the triplets' videos. right now she was a part of the deaf mute and blind challenge. nick and chris were deaf, matt was mute and she was blind.

it was tough to be blind when she was only one who could actually cook something but nothing goes according to her wish, right?

which brings us to this moment. yn, desperately trying to find the bowl which contained the pancake mixture. looking at his struggling girlfriend, matt came behind her and pulled the bowl towards them. putting the whisk in her hand, he grabbed her from behind and helped her whisk the ingredients together. mumbling a small thank you the girl was finally relieved as the process was almost over.

all while nick and chris danced and screamed to doja cat.

clip seven; grwm

yn was filming a get ready with me to go to a date. while she was putting the make up on, her boyfriend entered the room. saying a quick hi to him she turned back to explain her makeup process to her followers.

"—oh y'all need to try this mascara. it's sooooo good. i literally cried—" hugging the girl matt cut off her rant. he squeezed the girl in his arms as she turned around to place a kiss on his cheek. laughing at the bright red stain her lipstick left on his cheeks she tried to grab a tissue to wipe it off. protesting against it, the boy pulled her closer to him.

clip eight; dancing in the snow

the clip was from a random vlog yn posted. it started off with yn putting her vlog camera on the car's bonet and running towards matt. the two, fully covered in wools from head to toe danced in the snow without any music.

matt twirled his girl, a small laugh leaving him as the girl lost balance and collided with him, pushing the two to the ground.

it may seem silly to others, dancing without any music or laughing like madmen in the snow but to them this was the best moment of their life.

as the video ended, matt pouted at the screen. he now missed his girlfriend. he decided to facetime his girl not knowing chris was right behind him and he recorded matt smiling and blushing at moments with his girlfriend. probably this would end up in another compilation of matt and yn being in love.

[thecuriousbeauty]

Thank you so much! Yes, I will take requests🫶🏼

So Harry and yn are in a relationship but his family doesn't approve their relationship cause they thought yn is all uptight bitch as media has portrait her and it will be angsty like his family will fight with yn but in the all fluff and smut between harry and yn?? If only you want to write thank youu.💗

Harry Styles Oneshot- His Family Doesn't Like You

Word limit: 3,030

Author's note: Thanks for the request! I hope you like it:) Requests are open, guys. Feed back appreciated and please re blog if you like my writing!

Warnings: Smut, sweet sex, fluff, angst.

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You looked at yourself again and again in the mirror, making sure you looked perfect. You wanted to look flawless tonight. You were meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time. Harry always talks about them. He tells you about how kind his mom is, how she raised Harry and his sister Gemma all by herself. Harry's very close to his mother and he loves her a lot. He loves his sister too, he always calls her after a show, or if something exciting happens in his life. You were going to meet the two women who shaped Harry to who he is now. 

"You ready to go, baby?", Harry asks, coming into your bedroom, and you turn around to look at him. Harry looked handsome as always, in his patterned shirt and black pants, his hair neatly kept, a few strands falling over his face. His face breaks into a beautiful smile as he takes you in. "You look so pretty!"

"Yeah? Are you sure? Should I change into a dress or something?", you ask him, nervously running your hands down your skirt. Harry comes to you, placing his hands on your hips and tugging you closer to him. "I'm sure. Are you okay? We don't have to meet them today if you don't want to, no rush." Harry kisses your temple, and you sigh. You two were already in a six month relationship, and Harry had met your parents who absolutely loved him, but you hadn't met Harry's family yet. You both were busy. You work in the industry as well, and whatever free time you both get, you spend it with each other.

"No, I want to meet them. I'm just nervous.", you tell him. Harry strokes your hair away from your forehead, his gentle green eyes reassuring you. "Darling, they're really good people. You don't have to be nervous about anything. I love you, and they'll love you too."

"Okay.", you whisper, nodding slowly as he lifts your chin up for a kiss. "Yeah?", he checks, and you nod some more, pressing a kiss to his lips. He cups your cheek, and his lips envelop yours in a sweet kiss. His kisses could heal everything. You felt a a tiny boost of confidence, and you finished getting ready, then got in the car. Harry drove and kept his free hand on your thigh, talking to you about his sister and his mom. 

You got to the house, and Harry grabs your hand, sensing your nerves again as you stand outside the door, waiting. "I'll be right by your side, baby. Don't worry, okay?"

"Okay, sorry, I just really want them to like me.", you whisper, and he smiles, kissing your cheek. "How can anyone not like you y/n? You're an amazing person."

Just then, Harry's mom gets the door, and you smile at her. Anne was beautiful. Her brown hair laid over her shoulder in waves, bright eyes and a big smile took over her face as she sees her son.

"Oh come here my handsome boy.", she coos, opening her arms and Harry walks into them, embracing his mother tightly. "Hey mum." They kiss cheeks, and Anne starts telling him about the neighbour's cat, but Harry interrupts. 

"Mum, this is y/n. Babe, my mom.", Harry introduces with a smile, and Anne looks at you for the first time, giving you a small smile. "Hello, y/n."

"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Twist." You wanted to go for a hug, but she put out her hand before that, so you just shook it. 

"Call me Anne, please. Come on in!"

She holds the door open for you guys. "Gemma! Harry's here."

Harry takes your coat to hang it behind the door along with his. "She just came in a few minutes ago.", Anne says as she walks to the kitchen. 

"It smells so good in here, mum.", Harry says, and it did. The lovely smell of hot stew and something buttery in the oven was wafting through the air. 

"All your favorites, of course.", Anne answers and Harry grins. 

"Can I help with anything, Anne?", you ask, and she shakes her head. "I've got it handled, thank you."

Another woman comes down the stairs. She was beautiful too, you saw the similarities between her and Harry. "Harry!", she smiles and rushes into his arms. "Hey Gem!", Harry squeezes her tight, kissing her cheek. "Long time no see!"

"You're the one who's always busy!", she says back, and he laughs. "Say hi to y/n!"

She turns to look at you, and you smile. "Hi Gemma."

"y/n.", she nods, her smile erasing a bit, and your heart drops. She doesn't seem to like you, you think. Harry saw that, and he comes back to your side. 

"What do you do, y/n?", Gemma asks you, even though she knew from Harry.

"Uh, I work in the industry. I'm a music producer.", you say. 

"You work for Harry then?", Anne asks you from the kitchen.

"I have worked with Harry, yes, but I work with a lot of people in the industry. Not confined to anyone.", you say, and she hums. That's how you met Harry. You worked on a song together. 

"She's a brilliant producer, anyone who gets to work with her is lucky.", Harry pipes up, kissing your cheek and you smile, squeezing his hand. "Thanks babe."

They ask you more about your work, and people you've worked with. Then Harry whisks you away to show you around the house, and you can't help but wonder whether they like you. They seemed pretty sweet when talking to Harry, but all you got were cold responses. 

"They're nosy, love, I'm sorry.", Harry says apologetically and you shake your head. "No it's okay, I like talking about work."

"I did tell them everything they need to know, I don't know why they're still asking you.", he frowns. "Why don't you take a look around while I have a chat with them?"

You nod. After you looked at Harry's childhood photos and smiled to yourself, took some photos on your phone to look at them again later on, you went back to them. On the way you stopped in your tracks, when you heard them talk about you.

"Mum, she's not like others!", Harry was saying.

"You don't know that yet, Harry. Everything starts out like this and ends up with you heart broken."

"Besides, it's just been six months, are you really that serious about her?", Gemma asks him, and you feel your heart tighten in your chest. 

"We did our research on her, and you have to see what the media has to say. She's so stuck up, and rude!", Anne said.

"And she might be secretly messing with your music, she could use them for her ideas.", Gemma says, and you resist the urge to scoff out loud. That would be the last thing you would do to Harry. 

"You mean she's with me to steal my music?! Mom, Gem, she's so talented, she doesn't need to steal anything! She wouldn't do that, either. She's such a good person. I don't care what the media portrays her as, she's not rude. She's quiet, but not with me. She trusts me, and loves me, she's her real self with me. She's funny, and beautiful and a lovely person.", Harry said, and you felt your eyes tear up. 

"You're blind, Harry. I hope you remember all the drama and rumors you caused with your previous relationships.", Gemma says. 

"I don't see a difference, she's just like everyone else you've dated before. I don't like her, Harry, I'm sorry.", Anne said. 

"You didn't even talk to her! You asked her about work! How can you decide that you don't like her?"

"Because this isn't the first time you've brought a girl like her to meet us!", Gemma said, and that was it, you had heard enough. You walked out, making everyone freeze and look at you.

"Babe-", Harry starts, knowing you heard it all by taking a look at your face.

"-I-I got a call, something came up. I-I have to go, Harry. I'll get a cab.", you say to him, your voice shaky as you go to the door. 

"No, no baby, they didn't mean it like that-" Harry grabs your arm. 

"-I have to go.", you whisper, looking Harry in the eyes and taking your arm away from his grip. "Okay. I'll come with you, you're not taking a cab."

Before you could stop him, he turned back to his mom and sister. "I don't know why you both behaved like that towards someone I love and respect, but that was awful. You taught us to respect and treat people well, that's not what you did to y/n today, mum. I feel so bad for bringing her here, she didn't deserve to hear all that shit. You can't just assume she's like everyone else. And she's not, I know her. I love her. She has been with me through tough times, my loses and my wins. I feel sorry for you both that you failed to see her. I don't want to hear anymore of this from either of you, don't talk to me until you apologize to y/n."

"Harry no-", you start, you didn't want to break up the family.

Harry took your hand, and your coats. "Let's go, love."

"Harry-", Gemma calls behind you, but he doesn't look back. He opens the door for you, and you get inside the car. Harry started driving, silently. He was fuming too. He couldn't believe they would talk like that about her, in front of her.

Now you're the reason for messing up their family. Then all the shit the media says about you. Everything hit you together, and you couldn't stop the tears. 

"y/n.", Harry whispers, moving his free hand to your knee. "Darling."

"I-I'm so sorry.", you croak, covering your face with your hands. "Y-You shouldn't have walked out and said all that."

"I shouldn't have stood up for you?", he asks, pulling over to the side. "What kind of a boyfriend would I be then?"

You sob into your hands, and Harry gets his seat belt off, reaching over to remove yours, and he scoops you into his lap without effort. "Hey, hey..sweetheart, look at me.", he speaks softly, all his anger melting away watching you cry. He hated watching you cry. Knowing that his family was the reason for your tears made him feel so guilty. He wanted you to meet them.

"I-I don't want to get in the way of your family. M-Maybe we should break up.", you tell him, and he pulls your hands away from your face so he can look at you. He looked hurt. "B-Break up? No, I love you!"

"I love you too, Harry, but I can't do this. T-They obviously hate me and they're all you have as family, I don't want another label. Family wrecker? I-I can't, Harry..", you cry, and he cups the back of your head, pushing your head into his chest. He rub his hand up and down your back, comforting you. 

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, please don't cry..", Harry coos, pressing kisses to your head. "This isn't gonna break my family apart, babe. I was angry, and they are naive, they read what the media says. But I know the real you! You're such a beautiful person, in and out. And anyone who knows you will say the same about you. The media says I'm a womanizer, I like older women, I have sex with everyone I see and what not! They just like to make people feel bad. I'll make mom and Gem understand. And if they don't get it, it's fine. I love you, right?"

You pull your head back, and look at him. He smiled softly, stroking his thumb on your cheek. "I love you so much. I can't live without you, y/n. I need you in my life. I will fix this, I promise. Please don't give up on us, baby, I can't go on without you."

You couldn't either, that was the truth. You put your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. "I love you too, Haz."

"I'm sorry.", he repeats, kissing your neck. 

"It's not your fault.", you tell him, closing your eyes. Harry held you for as long as you needed. You gave him a kiss and got off his lap once you were alright. 

"I'll show you just how perfect you are after we get home.", he promises, before he starts driving again. 

You wondered what he meant. When you got to your place, he took you up into his arms as he kissed you. This time, with more passion. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he took you to your bedroom, and laid you down on the bed, all while trailing kisses down your jawline and your neck, his teeth leaving love bites as a reminder. 

"Harry..", you moan as he his hand palms your breast over your bra, slipping his hand under your top. 

"I'm gonna make you feel good, baby.", he whispers, gently tugging on your top and you raise your arms for him to slip it off of you. Your bra follows, and he kisses your breasts, lips sucking your nipples, and his teeth gently nibbling on it. You get his shirt off, running your hands over his chest and his abdomen, eyes raking over his tattoos. You've seen it a lot of times, but you're always so astonished at how beautiful everything is. He is so beautiful. 

"I need you inside.", you whisper, moaning as his fingers feel around your wet folds. "Please Harry.."

"Whatever you want, baby." He slips your skirt down your hips, and your panties, before spreading your legs. "So pretty for me.", he praises, looking at your pussy. He brings his fingers to his mouth, getting some saliva on his fingers before rubbing it over your folds. "Everything about you is gorgeous, y/n."

You were tingling, aching for him. You needed to feel full. Harry slips his boxers off, and doesn't waste anymore time. He pushes into you, keeping one hand on your shoulder and the other hand holding his dick. You moan at the feeling as he pushes inside, completely, and he pauses, waiting for you to adjust. 

"You can m-move..please..", you whisper, closing your eyes and he moves in and out of you slowly, but deeply. They were hitting just the right spots, making you grab onto his shoulder, and whimper. "Open your eyes, let me see those pretty eyes y/n.", Harry grabs your jaw and you open your eyes, meeting his green ones. 

"You are perfect, you're my best girl.", he whispers before attaching his lips to yours, groaning as it felt so good. His tongue explored your mouth as you kissed, all your worries melting away as he made love to you. He kept kissing you and whispering praises until you both got close to your releases. 

"Oh fuck, baby I won't last longer..come on, cum for me..", he groans, and you moan his name out loud as your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. Harry also cums, and he continues his momentum, carrying you both through your orgasms before he lays on top of you, still inside. 

"I love you.", you whisper, running your hand through his curls. 

"I love you more.", he whispers back, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Don't ever doubt yourself due to what someone else might say."

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"Love?", you hear Harry call as you go through some emails, and you hum. "Yeah?"

Harry comes to you, and holds out his phone. "It's mom, she wants to speak to you."

"What?", you whisper shout, and he was smiling, nodding as he pushes his phone to you. "Just hear her out for me, please?"

You nod, taking his phone from him and pressing it to your ear. "Hello?"

"y/n? It's Anne, love. I would like to apologize for what happened last night.", Anne says. "Gemma showed me the magazines and what the media says, and I believed them. I just want the best for Harry. I've seen his girlfriends cheat on him, drain his pockets, use him and then just walk out. I'm just protective. And I guess that clouded my brain. I shouldn't have made a judgement like that, without even getting to know you. I'm so sorry, y/n."

"It's okay, Anne.", you immediately say, and Harry smiles. 

"Harry talks about you all the time. You mean a lot to him. And I'm happy with anyone who makes my son happy. Would you want to maybe get lunch tomorrow? Gemma's sorry too, and we both would like to get to know you a bit, yeah?"

"Of course, I'd love that.", you smiled. "I understand your worries Anne, but I'm not like them. I love Harry for the person he is, not for anything else. He's an incredible person, and it's you behind who he is now."

After you finish talking, Harry hugs you tight. "Thanks for giving them another chance."

"They're your family, and I care about you, a lot. So yes.", you say, and squeal as he attacks you in kisses, making you fall back on the couch. "Babe! That tickles!!"

[gaybae1021]

Well since my bachelorette designs were received so well, I decided to complete the marriage set! Here’s my bachelors!

Individual pics and thought processes under the cut:

I’m drawing these from the perspective of how they’d look on day 1, but I’d definitely like to do a post-Joja higher heart design for Shane at some point. Overall for this one I just tried to make him look unkempt and dull, I desaturated his skin tone to make him look sickly and he’s the only one without eye shines, signifying how he’s lost the spark for life.

Also sorry about the socks and Birkenstocks.

Decided to make Alex mixed, since there’s absolutely no diversity in the bachelors. Had a lot of fun translating his canon hairstyle into those short locs. Other than that the biggest change was turning his jacket into a proper varsity jacket. Short Alex gang unite!

Okay sorry Haley, Elliot takes the win for the most changed design. Like it’s so obvious he’s meant to have a Victorian jacket and fancy trousers and all that, but after I drew him all tall and slender and I gave him little braids and beach waves he just started taking on a Boho vibe? When I drew the jacket it just looked tight and restrictive. So I decided to let the beach influence carry and we ended up with this fancy yet comfy loungewear with sandals. And I love him?

Also this was heavily inspired by ginjaninjaowo’s male espeon design

Sebastian was honestly a pain, like I know his design plays off the emo teen archetype, but compared to the others npcs he’s actually got a lot of variety. Like he’s obviously got some emo influence, but there’s also some nerd thanks to his interest in coding and ttrpgs, and he’s also a bit of a tough guy with the bike and the smoking. So there were a lot of directions to lean. Still, his sprite is clearly going for a dark hoodie and dark jeans, so I didn’t think I could change it up without making it not feel like Sebby. Does he have a muscle tee underneath for working on the bike? I’ll never say.

Biggest change is probably the hair, just wanted something less stereotypical, and have some variety in bachelor hair length. Definitely leans into the biker side a bit lol. Otherwise I just tried add detail to his dark outfit and adorn it with his interests. So frog embroidery on his shoes, a patch on his jacket and some motor oil stains on his hoodie. Also as promised he and Maru have matching dimples.

Also happy pride month, enjoy trans Sebastian and also the head canon that he and Sam start dating provided the farmer doesn’t get there first lol.

And with Sam the ASS trio is complete! Now with matching chokers because I said so.

Just like with Sebby I wasn’t sure which direction to go for Sam, whether to lean more into skater boy or rockstar. Ultimately he ended up more rockstar, though he’s still always roughed up from skating (probably because he refuses to take off the platform boots). He thinks the torn clothes make him look more legit though.

I had fun making his shape language compliment Sebby; he’s very top heavy from the giant hoodie so I made Sam bottom heavy with the baggy jeans and jacket. Also I had so many thoughts about him and Kent, given that Sam and Sebby are a thing and Sam isnt exactly gender conforming.

And last but not least, Harvey. He’s sweet, he’s simple, all his heart events are charming. And yet he is always the last one I reach max hearts with because I can’t be bothered to go to the doctors office. Sorry bby, I hope I can make it up to you by designing you as an adorable cherub of a man.

I know I’m being super controversial, giving him a pushbroom mustache when the sprite is obviously a handlebar /s. But like, he’s such a square; it fits him so well. My little lawful good guy.

Ya know, I think I gave him a sweater so Elliot’s jacket would stand out, then proceeded to not give Elliot his jacket. Huh.

Anyway bonus of the boyfriends together to close us out, thanks for reading!

[eevenus]

suggesting maybe some changbin tummy appreciation ! either from reader or another member, doesn’t matter 🤭 just need someone to let changbin know how gorgeous his body is !

⋆˚࿔ drabble!! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - S.C.

okay hold on because I have so many thoughts about this. but one in particular.

word count: 754 (roughly) genre: ABSOLUTELY CAVITY INDUCING FLUFF!! i also am a sucker for binnie tummy/muscles appreciation so this was so self indulgent. author's note: I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AAAA, my first drabble and my first ask all in oneee!! ty for the luv, bb dividers by the one and only @firefly-graphics

thinking HEAVY about first thing in the morning, and he's got those big ol arms wrapped around you. they're loosely holding you but holding you nonetheless, and its so cozy and safe you can't help but exist within them for a second before turning to face him. study him. his lips are just slightly pouted as he snores softly through his nose. and I just know the natural smell of him mixed with very faints scents of cologne is almost INTOXICATING, I JUST KNOW HE SMELLS GOOD.

throwing your arm over his torso to snuggle up closer and lay your cheek softly against his chest, and your hands wander mindlessly. simply comforted by the warmth he radiates and the hum that vibrates through him every now and again. you can't help but notice the little bit of skin that peeked out between the bottom of his shirt, now pulled up just below his belly button due to movement in his sleep, and his shorts. your fingers dance their way down from his shoulder and to the bit of skin you could see, even taking the opportunity to push the shirt up further. not able to help the little giggle that flutters in your chest as you flatten your hand against his stomach. soft and smooth, the tiniest bit of happy trail growing its way back after a recent clean trim. I feel like when he does sleep he sleeps HARD, but he's easily awoken. in the sense that a little nudge and some sweet words are the absolute key to waking him. and boy does he wake so gracefully too. "mm." he'd mumble, sniffing and sighing but not yet opening his eyes when he feels your light fingers tracing shapes around his tummy. shapes turned into squiggles, squiggles turned into taps, taps turned into pokes. it was enough to make the muscles there twitch. "mornin'." you'd mumble back, your attention pulled now to his face. his cute face with puffy morning cheeks and sleepy eyes that try their best to open. your lips kiss over his clothed chest and make their up in a beeline for his lips, with a little stretch of your neck due to the position you're laid in. "what're you doin'? hm?" the heel of his hand rubbing at his left eye in an attempt to wake himself up, and a groan escapes him when he stretches himself out. if it wasn't for the grip you had on his shirt you probably would have been rolled off of him. "admiring you." you smile, sitting up to draw a heart on his right bicep before leaning down to kiss the same spot. his left arm never faulters from its place around your waist, even pulling you closer when he feels your lips against his skin.

"oh? me?" he jests, reaching his right arm up to rest behind his head. a poor attempt at flexing (I'm gonna bite his arm i stg). "and your tummy." you mumble, your attention once again moving to the exposed skin. bin subconsciously places a hand there, rubbing over it with thoughts flitting behind his eyes. "it's one of my favorite things about you, ya know?" "really?" "yeah! I mean you're my snuggly boyfriend, regardless, but your tummy is the best part. to kiss, to hold, to lay on." with each example, you show the actions, after gently swatting his hand away. a kiss, a hug, a lay. a few more kisses. "anyways, its part of you and because I love you...I love it."

his hand combs through your hair as you give his stomach just a fewww more kisses before settling your cheek there. "warm." "yeah?" "mhm." "thank you." he mumbles, just under his breath but loud enough for you to hear. you take the opportunity to rub your cheek against the soft skin, and give him another squeeze of a hug. everyone has those things that eat away at them, and sometimes the right words from the right person with the right amount of love...can quiet those thoughts. even if just for a moment. and your love for bin, and consequently your love for his absolutely adorable and soft tum, heals something in both of you. "always." you reply, sitting up once more to meet his face. taking his cheeks in your hands and planting a kiss on his lips. "always." he repeats, a giggle or two following after when your kisses become quick and silly as they spread all over his face.

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[cillians-sweetheart]

would you write for neil lewis? i would literally take anything, i need his nerdy dick in me😓

Yes, of course 😋

Good Boy - Neil Lewis

Sub!Neil (23) x Dom!Girlfriend (19)

Plot: Neil's girlfriend, Y/N, who is much more experienced, plays around with her sweet little boyfriend on his couch.

Content: smut, unprotected pv, submissive x dominant, hand job (m), riding, post-orgasm play, teasing, praise and pet names (f & m), and couch sex.

Neil sat with his body sprawled out onto and off the couch. His attention was purely on the space themed movie on the TV in front of us. My eyes gazed up and down his lanky, thin, pale body. But of course he hadn't noticed.

I had met Neil just a few weeks ago in his geeky movie store. full of action figures and sci-fi movie posters. His awkwardness as he attempted to greet me at the door made my insides blush. He was so shy, and cute like a baby deer. It made me want to absolutely devour him.

I tried to keep my attention to this movie he desperately wanted me to see, but the way he sat in those thin track pants made my thighs instinctively squeeze together. I've never slept with Neil, nor have I seen what is causing my spreading wetness in my little shorts, and the stiffening of my nipples.

Slowly I began to move myself closer to him. He peered over for a second as I moved, but the movie still stole his eyes from my obvious arousal for him.

Gently I ran my hand along his soft, dark hair. His head turned to me and with my hand I held his face and pulled it to me. It seems now he has finally realized I am here, and his girlfriend. He shook out of his daze from the movie and poured his attention onto me.

His big blue eyes melted as he looked into mine. The innocent look in his eyes made my body ache in need to feel, and touch him.

"D-Do you like the movie..?" He asked with my lips just seconds from kissing his.

"Sure" I grinned and giggled before holding his face with both hands, kissing him affectionately. His plump, pink lips kissed back, but he struggled keeping up with mine. Soon the kissing became nothing but a mess between our lips.

My gentle hand began to travel down from his cheek, slowly over his chest, to the stiffening bulge in his track pants. He whimpered and groaned against my lips as I squeezed, and rubbed him. The fabric of his pants became tight and lifted around his needy cock. As the long shape of him formed beneath his pants, I teasingly ran my finger tips along the hem of his pants. His hands desperately rubbed over my waist and down to the softness of my butt which peaked from beneath my shorts.

I went back and forth from his pulsing, covered cock, to the hem of his pants. His eagerness grew and slight wetness began to leak through the tightening fabric.

He winced, and whimpered for my touch and for me to release him. He could've very well done it himself but he knew that wasn't going to happen; that I would allow it.

Finally to relieve him just slightly I reached under his pants and grabbed stifling onto his warm cock, pulling it out. He exhaled deeply with the pressure gone, but his arousal was still growing and pulsing with bits of pre-cum. I rubbed my finger over the smooth, pink tip causing him to twitch and squirm.

The whimpers coming from his sweet lips filled me with satisfaction and lust. It was addictive. And with a firm pressure and glided my hand down his hard, wet cock. I squeezed going down and messaged his perky tip going up. I held it in my palm, and the wetness squelched as I grasped and rubbed his tip.

His body twitched and his breath was unsteady and heavy. He sounded like he wanted to say something but every time he tried it came out as nothing but a moan.

I kissed his face, and his neck. My hand began to stroke him harder, and faster. His hips lifted slightly as his cock ached for more. I moaned as I kissed his sweet freckled skin. The feeling of his throbbing cock in my hand just felt so good.

"Mmm... you're such a good boy..." I said just barely lifting my lips from his skin. He shivered and moaned. My hand squeezed tighter and stroked faster. The pleasure clearly overwhelmed him.

I slowed my hand down, almost stopping. He whimpered and begged, "P-Please...!" He cried and I lightly circled his tip with my finger.

"Does that feel good baby..." I purred in a seductive voice as my fingers still tickled his sensitive tip.

"Mhm.. Mhm" He moaned, and I grinned at his reactions.

"Do you want more?" I asked as I kissed, and sucked on his neck.

"Please... please... I-I'm-" He shivered and trembled as my hand began to stroke again along his hot, stiff cock.

"You ever been touched like this before...?" I asked. Neil quickly shook his head, still breathing heavily. "Well only I'm allowed to touch you like this, understood?"

"Yes.. Yes" He moaned, and nodded to the best of his ability.

"You're my sweet boy..." I rubbed faster. "With such a beautiful cock.." My voice was smooth as silk in his ear.

Neil's hips lifted more, and he twitched in my soft hand. His whimpers and moan became an overwhelming mess. My hand didn't slow down, but sped up after his hot, white cum began to eagerly drip and flow from his throbbing tip. It dripped down my hand and all over his pants.

He made the sweetest sounds as I continued to pump his squirting cock. His legs shook and he held tightly onto me. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful mess of his overstimulated cock.

Finally after I've decided he's had enough I let go. His cock fell weak onto his shirt. He painted and continued whimpering from his sensitivity. But I wasn't done.

I pushed Neil onto his back on the couch and crawled to straddle his thighs. It all happened so quick, and to Neil it seemed as if I had teleported on top of him.

I ripped my tank top off and pulled it over my head, revealing my perky breasts and hard nipples. Neil's eyes melted to them and he groaned under his breath.

I leaned back and quickly moved my shorts down my smooth legs. Completely nude on top of Neil, I ran my hands up and under his shirt over his thin torso. His stomach was hot, and sweaty under my delicate touch.

With ease of our combined wetness, I slid, and squeezed down his thick cock. Again he whimpered with mercy and great pleasure. My tight, warm pussy swallowing his every inch. I couldn't help myself, or wait a moment longer to feel him pounding from inside of me; to devour his needy cock.

My hands held onto his sweaty bare skin beneath his nerdy t-shirt, and my hips weighed down onto his re-hardening cock. And still, he whimpered and begged for release.

Neil's hands squeezed and held onto my bare ass. His body and legs twitched with my every clench.

"Please!" He whined and begged. "Please, please... I'm gonna cum." He moaned deeply.

"Yeah? You wanna cum in me baby?" I leaned forward to him, my face just inches from his. My voice making him shudder.

"Mhm" He whined with the aching pleasure on his pulsing cock. "please... I-It feels so good..."

I stopped my motion, holding his cock deep inside me. "Be my sweet boy and beg..." I stared down at his pretty little face, just pleading with his eyes to cum.

"Please... I'll do anything for you!" He moaned. I grinned and leaned forward to gently kiss him. Then sitting back up to ride him until he came again deep in my pussy.

He shook and groaned, clenching onto my thighs. His hips bucked up into mine as his hot cum shot through me. Pounding through his orgasm with all his force.

His hard pounding hit me right where I needed it. "Neil!" I moaned while I held tightly onto his shirt. His cock beat my cervix in all the right places. His eyes stayed glued to my bouncing breasts while his last drops of his sweet cum spurted in me.

I rode him through all of it, leaking mine and his cum down my thighs and over his weakening cock.

Again I fell forward to him, kissing his whimpering lips. "My good boy.." I praised, holding his face in my hands.

"I love you..." He trembled. His sensitive cock still beating against my tight walls.

[meanbossart]

do you have any thoughts on cazador as a character? personally i really loved the parallels between him and astarion & the way that the master/spawn relationship is used as an allegory for cyclical abuse. the scene with cazador’s master’s skull where you find out that he was once victimized in the exact same way that he later victimized astarion was really a lightbulb moment for me re: what vampirism represents in this game.

BOY DO I, i don't think much of it hasn't already been said, though. He's a tragic character in his own right of course, not that that takes away from the awful man he is.

Me and my boyfriend make fun of him a lot, we call him "the best BG3 character" as a little inside joke between us and come up with ridiculous scenarios of things that might have occurred throughout those 200 miserable years the spawn had under his command lol. Maybe he had a month where he was really specific about the shoes everyone wore, maybe once every other decade he had a weird week where he tried to be "nice" only to become frustrated when his efforts weren't immediately met in kind by the rightfully-terrified spawn, maybe between all the torture and horrific-ness he just did some plain weird shit like making someone crouch by in his fainting couch and wait by open-handed for grapes that he dramatically chewed on and then spat right out since he can't actually eat them lmao

And that's hysterical but I think we also started doing that because when you meet Cazador, when you first hear his voice and see his demeanor in person your immediate reaction is probably somewhere along the lines of "THIS is the clown you were so scared of, Astarion?"

And the answer is, of course, yes. This embarrassing little man stuck in a cage of his making instills fear beyond comprehension in Astarion and all his siblings. This man who undoubtedly showed all these spawn, inadvertently, the strangest, most arguably "human" aspects of himself at some point or another during these two centuries they had together is also an absolute monster. And i really like that! I think its far more effective and fitting for his story than if he was, lets say, a Ketheric type.

(this got very long so, more under the cut)

Look at Ascended Astarion in the epilogue now, for example. Everyone agrees that he's an absolute fucking dork - and I think we all also agree that he will go on to destroy the lives of many people beyond repair, especially his own, until the day he is killed.

In the topic of vampirism as an allegory for abuse, I both agree and also don't, at least not exactly - i just think it's deeper than that. I've spoken about this in another post but i find it incredibly refreshing how, to me, it seems like Baldur's Gate 3 has no interest in painting vampirism as sexy or fun past a surface level. It's a curse that nobody asks for unless put in a situation where they feel as if they have no other way out, and it shapes and haunts you for the rest of your undead existence.

Even if you enjoy its benefits at first, that has a time limit. You will see your family and loved ones die, you will see culture evolve while you stay perpetually the same. You will experience so much hurt and pain because the only thing that makes life truly sweet is knowing that it is finite, and eventually it will wear down all of your humanity. And since you can't die unless you are scorched by the sun, staked, or dismembered, you must live with the knowledge that you will never have a peaceful death - and since you won't have a peaceful death, you better not die - and if you don't want to die, you better not be weak - and if you don't want to be weak, you must seek out power at all cost and slash things like love and friendship out of your life.

And what is funny, is that in his attempt to be more like a mortal - to eat, drink, walk the sun, such incredibly simple desires - Cazador (and Astarion, if he ascends) is accidentally only drawing further away from the person he supposedly once was, because that fear of weakness has already utterly corrupted his soul.

That's quite a grim way to look at it, of course. But I genuinely think that it is the natural conclusion of something like immortality.

That's why I quite like that, even after Astarion has found happiness, even after he finds his peace, he still doesn't exactly embrace being a vampire - because It's not something he should be expected to embrace. I think it's a very unique take on the trope.

I also want to leave here this message written by his character writer, which really got me thinking about him on a deeper level since i saw it months ago. It is specifically about the sexual aspect, but I think it branches beyond it too, when you think about it.

[nanamistiee]

valentine's day dates with the jjk characters

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ where the boys would take you for valentine's day! pt 1 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ i might be a few days late

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ satoru: ) ✧  i don't care what anyone says, my boy is a ROMANTIC !!! satoru is caring and very observant. he knows your likes, your dislikes -- everything about you down to the different ways your eyes light up in correspondance to your favorite foods. he knows your favorite flowers & chocolates and while he's happy giving that to you, that's not enough. nowhere near enough, actually.

as a matter of fact, he lets you know pretty quick that you two are gonna go somewhere. satoru won't tell you where -- he thinks it's funny to be all mysterious and get you so worked up like this. but, before you know it, you're being pulled into the car and dragged off somewhere against your will.

satoru takes you to the park. he pulls out a basket and an iconic red gingham blanket. a picnic. it's cheesy and silly but incredibly romantic. of course, you two sit somewhere nice and in the shade. he's packed a ton of different things, a lunch, chocolate covered strawberries, a nice bottle of wine or champagne for you two to share -- the whole nine yards.

"aren't i just the best boyfriend ever?" he'd have to ask and tease the hell out of you. but, honestly, moments like this remind you that that's entirely true.

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ suguru: ) ✧  suguru is determined to make memories with you. taking you to a restaraunt or somewhere flashy is a little bit too cheesy and cliche for his taste. honestly, he's really not that big on the traditional idea of valentine's day, anyway. he thinks teddy bears and flowers that're gonna go dead in a couple days are kinda stupid. so, he always takes it upon himself to do something a hell of a lot better.

of course, you're getting the sappiest text message as soon as you wake up, though. (yes, he's had this written for ages and he's been staring anxiously at the send button, he's the type to send this at 12:01 in the morning) he's letting you know you're the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on, that there's no one that could ever be as perfect as you, how lucky he is to have you, etc. you will not get out of today without hearing this a million times.

suguru's taking you somewhere special. at first, you two probably stop somewhere like an art gallery or a museum. he's got a couple "you're the prettiest thing in the room" type cheesy pickup lines up his sleeves (but coming from him they're somehow oh-so-smooth!) but afterwards? he's taking you somewhere like a couple's cooking class or wine painting. it sounds stupid, but it's somewhere you make memories of you two that you can actually cherish.

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ kento: ) ✧  kento is all things traditional. you're getting roses delivered to your job with the absolute sweetest note about how much he loves and cherishes you. they've gotta be red roses, too. he's a complete sucker for the idea of a classic valentine's day -- red roses, a teddy bear, heart-shaped chocolates, etc. he's a true romantic at heart.

kento's doing the absolute most. when you get home, you're definitely walking into rose petals all over the floor, leading you to your shared bedroom. on your bed, of course, is none other than a pretty lil dress and some nice new jewelry wrapped up in an elegant giftbox. he's got everything planned down to the last detail. pretty tea light candles illuminate your room, in your favorite scent, of course. you've got some more chocolates and sweet things he thought you'd like -- maybe some new makeup or skincare, or even a silly little plushy that he knew you'd like.

with that being said, kento's gotta take you to dinner. you're going to the nicest & fanciest place he could find. after all, you've gotta wear that dress somewhere (:

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ toji: ) ✧  toji might not be as showy as some of the other people *cough cough* on this list, but he still knows how to show you just how much he loves you. after a long and stressful day at work, you know he knows how to take care of you and treat a lady right. he's the type of guy to spend all day preparing. yeah, he might be standing there like an idiot at lush trying to ask the employee what bath bomb he should get. yeah, he might think the one called 'sex bomb' is funny (that's totally not the only reason he'd buy it, too!) but, deep down, it's pretty clear he's got a goal in mind. to make you happy.

as soon as you get home, toji's whisking you off your feet and probably suffocating you with kisses. like a true gentleman, he's taking your coat and your bag before he's practically shoving you toward the bathroom and not giving you a real say in anything. before you can even question what the hell he's doing, you're gonna realize he's actually drawn a bath for you. like i'm talking full on candles for the ambiance, a glass of wine, that stupid little bathbomb he bought, etc. he might try to steal a few glances under the guise of wanting to see what the bathbomb does, but it doesn't make you feel any less loved.

while you're enjoying your bath, he picks up some take out from your favorite restaraunt so the two of you can cuddle up on the couch, eat some good-ass food & watch a movie or two. it's a quiet night, but absolutely perfect.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ i will eventually make more of these to make up for how late i am with posting this dskfnsdgk let me know what characters u'd like to see in pt 2 !! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: You’re desperately possessive of your boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, NSFW, mutual masturbation, mentions of smut, and MORE!

Word count: 2,262

A/N: I’ve missed so badly, and this idea would not leave me alone!! Can’t stop thinking of him or that new set photo! I hope you enjoy, my loves! ❤️

“No. You’re not allowed to touch me, only look at me.”

It was absolutely comical, your boyfriend’s reaction to that statement, and you’d laugh if you weren’t so worked up, wound to your core in the need to claim him, your tongue practically hanging out, saliva pooling in your mouth, latched onto a possessive prowl. He knows not to speak unless spoken to. What a good boy. You let him know this.

“What a good baby boy, Steve.” His full name, that coupling praise, causes his knees to knock together, making him hiss as his sensitive and heavy balls get caught in the crossfire.

You observe him once more, like the finest, most priceless work of art in a high security museum. His large feet, those hair legs and equally hair covered thighs — firm and muscular, a testament to his past routines, his current ones, and all the fighting of otherworldly creatures. Then there’s the rest of him; biceps that tan in the summer, worked hard from countless battles, pieced together by defined, massive hands, fingers so thick and long that he should be fined for indecent exposure, that one lone vein that’s woven around his forearm, one you’ve traced many times with your fingers and tongue alike, his perky nipples, almost hidden in that chocolate jungle growing out of his chest, working together to provide the most perfect torso — not overly built, but enough to know that he keeps himself up, that pudge of stomach that rests atop his belt, pushes out his shirt at the navel, right where that deeply rich happy trail nearly ends, miles upon miles of freckles and moles, one’s you aren’t sure even Steve knows about. Luckily enough, you’re here to discover, to inform. You can’t ever forget his back, how it’s mapped out in marks, scars, sometimes scratches from where he’s fucking you so deep you need to carve into to latch on, or how it moves with whatever he’s doing, muscles visible through gorgeous flesh.

His hair is ever changing, sometimes long at its nape, curls drifting here and there. But the tousled fluff remains the same, even when it’s wet from a shower or the rain, doused in perspiration, or torn into by your eager hands. It helps showcase his neck (your ultimate weakness), structured tendons - skin scarred and stubble scattered, moles and freckles there to be tasted, scoped into. It all works into his beautiful face; those pouty and perfect lips, ones that have made you see several galaxies and held you by their whispered captures. To the bridge of his nose, the shape of his jaw line, his beautiful, crooked smile, and his mossy, caramel colored irises that have stared, glared, worried and cried, shrouded by eyelashes that a man should not be able to possess.

And then there’s that sweet and soft, fat ass that you’ve often spent time between, when you’re not sliding your hand into the back of his pockets, squeezing, clinging to - you name it, you’ve done it to Steve Harrington’s ass. What gets your mouth watering outer limits, is those heavy balls, nestled on either side of that girthy, long cock. Surrounded by a bush to match his chest hair, Steve’s own personal monster has been responsible for a lot of self-pleasing, can’t sit down, I’m limping, first time squirting, desperate - nights. Pink around the cut tip, one long vein to match his forearm, it’s no secret with how it sits in his clothing, even if you weren’t visibly in awe of it right at this very moment.

You’re pretty sure that there’s not one body made that even comes close to how pretty Steve Harrington’s is.

“Honey? Please, I need you to tell me what you want me to do. I’m looking at you, I just need you to tell me.”

His honey-hot voice warms you like a blanket fresh from the dryer, soaked in his apple and cedarwood scent. It breaks you from your Steve Harrington mental textbook, and you stare him down. He’s fully naked on the newly added armchair to his bedroom, his thighs spread wide, feet planted on the floor. His chest is heaving sporadically, already glistening in the sweat of desperation, his new silver chain hanging from his neck, reflecting, one massive hand resting on his sternum, scratching, the other wrapped around his base, his fingertips barely grazing around the girth. You practically purr, shoving your lace panties down your legs — your final article of clothing remaining, Steve’s eyes drifting from your tits that are exposed, nipples hard, to your thighs as they spread apart for him.

You’re not embarrassed, not even as your folds noisily separate, a webbed string stretching from one thigh to the other, getting caught on your cunt, which is swollen, putting you entirely on display. The power that you’re drunk on when Steve’s hazel irises vanish into completely blown pupils — it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He squeezes himself, tongue lolling out to wet his un-kissed lips. “Jesus-fucking-Christ.”

“What?” You mock. “Never seen a pussy this good before, even with your body count, Harrington?”

“Baby, she was just a girl I knew, I told you it wasn’t anything —“

“Shut your pretty little mouth until I ask you a question, Steven. Yeah? You gonna listen or make this worse on yourself? Remove your hand from your dick.”

You hold up one finger to silence him from asking again what he should do next after he obeys, before you’re gliding it along the wet seam of yourself. Fuck, you’re soaking wet from all of this teasing, this tense intensity, and seeing Steve spotlighted like your own personal feast. He nearly growls, his toes curling, cracking, as you push one finger into your cunt without breaking eye contact. He’s squirming on his chair, cock jumping, slapping against his stomach, leaving behind a smear of pre-cum. Your hand slides across your stomach and grabs at your breast, rolling and squeezing, mouth parting, eyes rolling back, and you start fucking your self on your finger.

Lost in it all, eyes glazed over when they open and fixate on him, your jaw is unhinged and you lose control. “My cunt is so fucking wet for you, Steve. I love you watching me. Feels so good, baby. Fuck, fuck — yeah.”

He feels his heartbeat accelerate, ramming itself in echoes against his ribcage, turning his blood into lava, melting his bones to ash. He’s licking at the corner of his mouth, the top, fist clenching across his chest. But he’s still listening, privy to the game here. You want him to beg for it, but can you hold out on that?

Driven by your playful, primal, possession, you slide in another finger and groan, your next few words punched out. “This isn’t enough. Need your cock, Steve.”

You ignore his slip up, his smart mouth, driven by raw, animalistic cravings. “Come over here and get it then, honey.”

A few pumps and you’re speaking to him again, shaking your head. “What I want you to do, right now, is to touch yourself for me. Because the only way you’re going to cum tonight, is by your own hand.”

He starts to protest, but something about this, the refusal, however, an offered and open show — it does things to him he isn’t prepared for.

“Yeah, yeah — okay. Whatever you want. Can I fuck you after? Make you feel good, make it up to you?”

You smirk lazily, letting your opposite hand drop from your breast and part yourself for better friction. He’s already spitting on himself without permission after his question, tugging eagerly, sloppy and drenched, his massive hand slick with it all. You’ve never been more jealous of his palm.

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with you needing to take back control, prove a point, get your dick wet, now would it?” You know that’s not the case. Steve has always been the most giving lover you’ve ever been with, and you’ve not had too many. But still…

He fixes you with that bitchy, breathless-confined, trademark glare. “What do you think?”

“Awful cocky for someone who’s jerking himself off, aren’t you?” This’ll shut him up. You add in a third finger and immediately cry out. It hurts, you knew it would, and it gives him pause.

“Honey, don’t do that without — Goddammit, can I please just lick your clit? Help you so you don’t hurt yourself?” He’s paused, thumb over his head, tendons flexing in his wrist from holding back.

His words have you bucking into your own hand, unable to level off your breathing pattern when you speak.

“Pretty Steve, you think I don’t use three fingers when you’re not around? I’ll have to take an instant for you next time, won’t I?” You stumble through.

“Fuck, you better do that, honey. Killing me here.”

“Maybe don’t be so nice to one of your former bimbos next time? I’m sure she can get another person to help her pick up a heavy box —“

“Sweetheart, you know she bought our old movie collection, it was just me being nice. I was the only one working. I barely remember her.”

“Crystal Abrams. Told everyone how you fingered her freshman year during the pep rally. You know, the one where you and your friends thought it was funny that I read my poem for English class. Then stuck copies of it all over the lockers when the school paper published it? Oh, and… you went on a date with her when you first started at the video store.”

You’re over it. Both of you are aware of that, but it still is enough for Steve to attempt to get up and reach out. You shake it off, smiling softly to show him that this is what you need, that it’s okay, but that he’s yours and he needs to be reminded of it. You were on him the second he got back home to his place, waiting for him, a plan already formulated since you watched him help her with her box of old movies. He wasn’t the problem, your kind Steve, the one that stole your heart - no, it was her overly flirtatious demeanor that unlocked your personal beast.

“Shit, honey, m’ sorry, alright? So fucking apologetic…” He begins to stroke himself, thumb rubbing light circles over his head, spreading his arousal around, his fingers catching and using it to glide his way.

You grin at his word usage and start fucking yourself, scattering your cream down to your knuckles. Your other hand leaves and grabs for your own throat, before settling on pinching your nipple and rolling your breast. You watch him get to work matching your pace, nodding, pleading beneath his breath, his spare hand finding his ballsack and cradling, tightening. His abdomen is tensing, legs shaking, throat muscles taunt and closing in as his vision begins to darken, lost in your face and the pleasure you’re giving one another by giving it to yourselves.

There’s barely any room to stretch on his desk chair, opposite of the room from him, and you’re needy, well aware you’ll want to be held the second that you come. And Steve is slowing down, tilting his head. “You wanna come over here and finish?”

The desk chair spins behind you and smacks into his dresser as you abandon it and stride towards his awaiting lap. His cologne, his aftershave, and that damp smell of sex knocks at your cheek and causes you to open your mouth, attempting to taste it. You clamber with care onto his lap, your back against his chest, legs spread, held heavily on either side of his thighs. He keeps you widely open, available to yourself. His balls stick to your ass, your cunt dousing his cock, that he holds away from your pussy, despite every pulsing attempt it makes to snap forward — his body knows where he belongs.

Your head drops back onto his shoulder and he runs his nose along your neck, over your throat, and paths around your jawline, his lips leaving kisses on your cheek, to behind your ear. His knuckles slide over the seam of you, his entire fist messy with combined essences, and he starts to pleasure himself, encouraging you, spare hand hovering over your breast. His voice is scorching hot, like a butter soaked syrup, rich and sugary. “Can I hold this for you?”

“Mhm-hmm.” Is all you reply with, three fingers disappearing back into your cunt, bodies in close proximity giving feather light touches to one another.

He grasps your breast in his huge palm, voice nearly whispering, “You gonna cum for me?” He’s topping from the bottom, but you’re beyond caring, struggling to stroke that spot that he gets to without issue. “I’m so close for you, honey. Got me so hard denying me, talking to me like this.”

“Steve —“

“I’m no one else’s but yours, baby — I promise you…”

And as you come undone in the arms of one another, at your own hands, mouths hovering, before kisses are taken deeply and roughly, you know that you’d rather die than let anything happen to him or let him disappear from you without him knowing how he is everything and then some…

After you’ve calmed in his arms, he kisses you for a while, works on re-lighting both of your fuses, and takes you to bed, making good on his end of the promises.

// Eat me paragraph //

[wildesqdreams]

love rock

pairing - grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - sweet nothings with grayson are y/n's favorite thing. but an evening at the beach isn't a nothing it's a something, just like every small, sweet moment with him.

warnings - none, just pure fluff and love.

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a/n: honestly i think that after this there will only be angst fics... well lets hope not (this was inspired by my lovely day at the beach).

"you okay?"

y/n's gaze from the old woman with her dog drifted to grayson. she gave him a small smile, "yeah, it's just a nice evening."

the boy kissed her on the temple, while she squeezed his hand, "it would be for the lady too, if you would stop staring at her like a creeper,'' he murmured against her skin.

grayson pulled back and gave her a smirk, which made y/n's heart skip a beat, "shut up," she slightly pushed him with a smile on her face.

the couple continued to walk along the beach, enjoying the peace that surrounded them. these moments with grayson were rare - mysteries, work, enemies - the hawthorne life making it difficult to find the light in the darkness. but she was his and he was her's and they made it work, even if sometimes it was hard.

the salty air. the slight breeze of the wind. the water that hugged their feet every once in a while, was comforting. it felt like home. to be honest anywhere where the blonde hair boy was felt like home to her. his smile. his warmth. his love. he made her feel at ease.

they arrived at their destination. the perfect spot to watch the sunset. grayson went to the rocks to take a seat, while y/n looked at some beautiful rocks near the water. a habit from childhood that had still stuck with her.

"GRAY," the girl shouted as she pulled something from the water, "OMG, LOOK," she looked at him as she raised the heart-shaped rock, but she immediately lowered her head down and covered it with her head, when she saw her boyfriend with his camera, facing her. y/n walked towards him, "grayson," she groaned.

the girl heard him chuckle, as she sat beside him, "not funny."

"couldn't help it, you looked beautiful."

"mhm," the boy always had a way with words. and the girl was always affected by them.

grayson smiled, "mhm," he took her hand, "now what did you find," his smile became bigger as he saw the object, "a rock?"

"don't say it like it's stupid or something," she looked at him, "it's heart-shaped and really pretty."

the boy looked at her.

"what?"

"nothing," he kissed her jaw, before turning his camera on, "just wait," he lifted the camera above her hand with the rock and took a picture, "i still prefer taking pictures of you."

y/n rolled her eyes, and grabbed the camera. she turned it around and leaned closer to grayson, kissing him on the cheek, as she took a picture.

the girl turned it back around and pressed to view the photo. the sunset's light made it shine, but grayson's smile was the thing that made it magical. she looked at some more pictures, that he had captured - the rock, her in the water, trying to find something, and a photo of her sleeping, that she didn't know of.

"that's my favorite," she heard him say.

"then you have really bad taste," the photo was bad. more like the girl sleeping. the picture was taken in the morning, after a tired evening. even though, as she recalls the sleep was really good, the appearance of her looked scary.

grayson took the camera from her and settled it down on a rock beside him, "well i would have to disagree on you with that, princess," his arm found its way around her waist and pulled her closer, "and i can assure you that i am rarely wrong."

she rested her head on his shoulder, as she fidgeted with the rock in her lap, "this is the time you're completely wrong."

"this is the time when i am completely right."

"you are absolutely impossible."

"and my love for you is absolutely eternal."

a big smile appeared on her face, as her stomach filled with butterflies. grayson hawthorne was her big happiness. her future. the love of her life, even though how cliche it sounds, but it's true.

"i love you," y/n pressed a kiss to his cheek, before resting her head back on his shoulder, facing the ocean and the sun that was going to rest.

"and i love you," she felt him place a kiss on her forehead.

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[shiningfremi]

hi! could i request? admiring freminet's freckles by tracing them like connect-the-dots, and then kissing his freckles until he's all cute and shy

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freminet’s freckles

uwaa this is so creative!! here you go, *️⃣ anon! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

[ freminet x gn!reader,

a bit suggestive at the end (´∀｀；) ]

a fluffy short story~

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donning your comfy pajamas, both you and freminet were on the couch together, wrapped up in soft fuzzy blankets watching your favorite tv show as the fireplace crackled and the sweet scent of a warm vanilla candle filled the room.

leaning your head on his shoulder, you turn your attention towards him, observing him carefully. his gaze was focused on the screen. until he notices you and cracks a tiny, awkward smile, his eyes squinting. his freckles were prominent from this perspective, as if cinnamon was sprinkled onto his cheeks.

“huh?” freminet wondered why you were staring for such a long time.

“you know, i never noticed how pretty your freckles are..” you marvel, a finger leaving from beneath the cashmere fabric and onto his nose, irises darting back and forth.

“it reminds me of a constellation.”

“d-does it really?” he stuttered upon feeling the tip of your finger begin to trace the light brown spots.

“mhm~ and i can connect them, just like this.” you make a shape of a star on his cheek, before leaning forward to give him a quick smooch.

“i never thought about it in that way.” he furrowed a brow. nobody had ever done such a thing to him..

shyly attempting to cover his face with one hand out of embarassment, he changes the subject. “you don’t want to miss your show, do you?”

“you make a good point darling.” reaching toward the coffee table for the remote, you press down on the pause button. it could wait for later, you tell yourself.

“now, where was i?” you gently pull his hand away from his face, interlocking it with yours. you then crawl atop his lap, and freminet sank into the cushions, laying backward.

his beautiful crystalline eyes gleamed as he looked up at you in awe.

“oh, over here..” you lightly trail your digit across, marking out a small path.

“it could be a little heart.” giggling, you give him another kiss, accidentally leaving evidence behind as it was a bit sloppy.

“y/nn..! you’re too sweet.” freminet muttered with a gasp, his cheeks growing red, which enunciated his adorable freckles even more.

“well then, i’m glad that it’s working.” you tease, before peppering his tender face with a whole bunch more. you just couldn’t help yourself.

it was beginning to get colder outside, the seasons were slowly but surely changing. even so, the sunshine still peeked through the clouds. what other way to spend a calm chilly day, than with your precious boyfriend?

besides, right now, you were much more interested in spending valuable time with him than watch the tv, as no form of entertainment could top his pure company~

he scrunched his nose as you giggle inbetween each kiss.

you were absolutely lost in his beauty.

“mwah, mwah!” you exaggerate every kiss as the poor boy feels like he’s about to evaporate under your touch.

at this point he is getting attacked by your affection. you simply could not get enough of his graceful essence.

but he adored you so much that you could do whatever you desired to do to him. freminet was so deeply infatuated with you.

“i’ve heard that freckles are proof of where your lover kissed you in your past life. i suppose this is a guarantee that you’ll have them again.” your voice was as smooth as could be.

“my love..” freminet was so undeniably flustered.

caressing his face with your free thumb, he gently let go of your opposite hand and found his arms wrapped around your lower body, hoisting you up, not wanting this moment to end. you gladly accepted this preposition.

“and, let’s not forget about your forehead.” you give him even more soft pecks inbetween his blond eyebrows, resting both of your hands right on his shoulders. when you come back up again, freminet was timidly tugging on your shirt.

his head was tilted to the side, and he was brightly beaming, face burning aflame, knowing that he couldn’t possibly hide his joy from you any longer. you then trail your way down past his chin, letting a hand settle against his chest in the process.

even more specks of melanin could be found on the base of his neck. your kisses became longer and increasingly sensual. freminet's palm unknowingly brushed against your upper thigh as he adjusted himself.

“can i have more..?” he quietly asked you in one breath, accompanied with an indicative expression.

“hmm?" you pick up on his words.

"n-nothing!"

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[filmofhybe]

a song from me to you

pairing : park jeongseong x reader Genre : Producer x singer , angsty , ex to lovers , fluff warnings : swearing , kissing 1196 words

a/n : been thinking about producer Jay after he was listed in the credit of sweet venom. So proud of my boy and I hope this comeback would be a success as always!!

> masterlist of all my work

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Y/n Y/l/n, a talented singer-songwriter who had a gift for pouring her heart and soul into her music, creating songs that resonated deeply with listeners. Y/n’s career had taken off when she met Jay, a skilled producer who believed in her talent and helped shape her sound.

Y/N and Jay not only shared a professional relationship but also a romantic one. They were deeply in love, and their connection fueled their creative collaborations. Jay is always willing to guide y/n through during recording, praising her from time to time like a good boyfriend he is. Staying up late just to produce songs that are now top hits of hers, supporting her through everything. Both of them were so thankful for each other.

However, as time went on, the pressures of the industry and their personal lives began to strain their relationship. As time goes on, both of them eventually realize their ideas aren’t colliding together anymore, nothing seems to be working between them. As stress and disagreements starts involving constantly, they decided to part ways both personally and professionally. Leaving piles of unfinished lyrics and production behind.

After their broke up, Y/N had written a poignant song for Jay, a heartfelt tribute that mirrored the love they once shared. But she had never released it, believing that without Jay's production, the song wouldn't reach its full potential. It remained hidden away, a secret piece of her heart.

“So have you ever have a song you wanted to release so badly but just can’t?”

Currently, an interviewer is asking y/n about the unreleased song during an interview.

“yeah. I always will have. And it will always be that song.”

“And why’s that..?”

“I wrote it for someone, or should I say ex now. I scrapped it, not because it wasn’t nice or it brought bad memories. Is just I think without him helping me produce it, it just won’t be the same as my other songs. And it just won’t hit different.”

Y/N poured her heart out, explaining that she hadn't released it because she felt it needed Jay's touch to truly capture its essence.

“I feel like I know who it is…”

“I think everyone knows. He really means the absolute world to me. I’m just mad the industry broke us apart.”

“If you guys ever cross path again, would you release it?”

“Absolutely. 100% actually. Because this song can imply with anyone if you are still so In love with that person your no longer with.”

Upon hearing y/n’s words, Jay found himself overwhelmed with emotions. He realized the depth of Y/N's feelings and the impact their collaboration had on her music. They realized none of their music would be perfect without each other. They both needed each other without realizing it until one spoke up. Filled with hope, Jay decided to reach out to y/n, hoping to rekindle their relationship and artistic partnership.

A few days passed, y/n was initially surprised by Jay's contact

“Hey I saw your interview.. it was really meaningful.”

“haha thank you..”

“I know it’s about me. I’m willing to risk everything I’m currently doing just to work with you again. Not just work but to continue our love again. You don’t understand I only work best with you.”

“I know.. you’re the only person that gets me. If I’m being honest with you, my songs aren’t the even close to being the best without your producing. I hate how we thought us separating was a good decision.”

“Baby you know I’ll always wait for you, for you to reach out once again. So I can produce more songs and memories with you.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Come over tomorrow I miss you too much..”

they both took some time to reflect on their past and the love they shared. After careful consideration, she decided to give it another chance. She believed in their connection and the magic they created together.

A few days later, Y/N and Jay found themselves back in the studio, working side by side once again. There was a renewed sense of purpose and understanding between them, having grown individually during their time apart. They poured their hearts into their music, creating an atmosphere of creativity and passion. The studio was once again filled with laughter, pictures and Polaroids of each other, kissing and cuddling section through out, and jay’s praises filled the air once again.

“Baby you’re doing really good, I just need your voice to be more high pitch there alright? You’re doing a good job baby girl.”

“Ugh imma die from all these notes your telling me to do..”

“The other producers must be going easy on you because I ain’t, now focus.”

“Kisses for reward?”

“Always my love..”

“You know you’re so good at producing sometimes is scary.”

“And you’re so good at writing lyrics it scares me sometimes.”

“Stop making me Flattered” I mumbled against his neck. Arms wrapped around his neck as I cuddle into his lap. Watching him focus on fixing the track.

“I’m not I’m just being serious love, you’re really good at it.. the lyrics are beautiful. I can’t believe this song is about me and I’m producing it.” As jay looks at you with much adoration in his eyes

“Everything about you is beautiful that’s why the lyrics are always. And with you producing it, it makes it ten times more better!” You laughed and before you know it jay kisses you deeply before mumbling a small “thank you” against your lips.

And finally, the day arrived when Y/N felt ready to share the song she had written for Jay with the world. Titled "A Song from Me to You," it was a beautiful testament to their love and the journey they had been through. Y/N's heartfelt lyrics, combined with Jay's personal touch as a producer, made the song truly extraordinary. She was so thankful for Jay, so grateful that she can finally share this song she once scrapped to the word.

When "A Song from Me to You" was released, it made waves in the music industry. Listeners were captivated by the raw emotion and the undeniable chemistry between Y/N's vocals and Jay's production. The song struck a chord with people from all walks of life, touching their hearts and reminding them of the power of love. After a year of hard work, the song was now a top hit once again.

Y/N and Jay's reunion not only brought them personal happiness but also propelled their careers to new heights. The success of "A Song from Me to You" opened doors for more collaborations, making more memories in the future, loving each other and them continuing to create music that resonated deeply with their fans. Y/n and Jay's journey was a reminder that sometimes, second chances can lead to beautiful outcomes, both personally and professionally.

And I was delighted to know that jay and the world can hear the lyrics of “a song from me to you.”

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[cherubofthenight]

Manifesting my Dream Self 🍦🍓

i had to post this cuz i culdnt find it when i posted it privately yikes

if someone does read this, note that i do acknowledge 'her' as me and this is just to make it more fun :)

1) characterization

Determining her physical, mental and emotional traits. Her goals, her values, her morals. What is she like? How would you want people to describe her? Does she have a good relationship with her family? Does she have a s/o? Things like that.

2) bring her to life

Do as she would do. Dress as she would dress (if possible). Act as she would act. Stick by everything I decided for her. Positive self talk- which will be manual until I grasp it and it becomes automatically. Even if I slip. It’s okay, after all I’m human - I make mistakes.

3) staying on track

Keep a log of this by journalling. Create playlists that align with me. Pinterest boards that align as well and all of my social media will align with me (following blogs that align with me and my goals, subscribing to YouTubers who encourage what I'm looking for etc) so I’m surrounded by this energy.

Yuh, getting into it!

When I picture her, I see what I decided about her, thus that’s what I see when I picture myself.

So what I decided about her.

She has pretty, big doe eyes with perfect 20/20 vision, and long, full, cartoon-like lashes. Her lips are soft, plush, and two-toned, and her dark brown 4a/4b hair is healthy, thick, and long. She’s got the cutest button nose that makes you want to boop it, and her eyebrows? Absolutely perfect. Her face is beautifully balanced, with clear, glassy, dewy skin that’s soft and smooth. She’s got small hands and feet, and a pear-shaped body with curves in all the right places. And aside from her scalp, lashes, and brows, she’s completely hairless—taking care of herself is her priority.

People often compare her to a doll, but she’s known for her sweet yet take-no-shit attitude. She’s an absolute sweetheart and a treasure, and luckily, she knows it. There’s no one quite like her, and she only deserves the best. Anyone who gets to be in her presence is lucky, and she knows she’s her own muse. Despite the confidence she exudes, she’s always working on bettering herself, knowing growth is part of life. She values authenticity and surrounds herself with people who appreciate her strength and softer side.

She’s independent, self-assured, and deeply compassionate, striking the perfect balance between confidence and kindness. Her sweetness is just who she is—it’s not something she tries to perform. She’s all about meaningful connections and is always there for the people she loves. She moves through the world with a gentle grace, and her kindness reflects how much she loves herself. She never seeks validation because she already knows her worth. She’s happiest in her own peace, and her warmth radiates wherever she goes. She loves her own company and is her own greatest inspiration.

She recently moved into her own apartment, where everything reflects her style—immaculate and organized. She drives a matte black Audi RS, a white Honda CRV, and a pink Mazda Miata. Her closet is filled with the finest pieces, blending simplicity and elegance, so she’s always effortlessly chic. And of course, accessories are a girl’s best friend (besides herself, obviously). She’s committed to her well-being, practicing yoga or Pilates daily for balance and serenity. When she wants to push herself, she turns to calisthenics. She loves cooking healthy meals and experimenting with recipes to nourish her body and mind.

She’s got a boyfriend who’s intelligent, attentive, and hilarious. He has an incredible job with flexible hours, and he’s got two cars of his own. He can dance, sing, and is a family man, soft-spoken, a lover boy, and a bit nerdy, too. He’s obsessed with her (in a healthy way!) and always makes her happiness a priority. He even plans to buy her a pink Porsche 911 Turbo S (because she’s been dreaming of one).

She believes to be a pretty, artistic, strong, diligent yet delicate person.

Rules:

1. Starting to plan to start and end my day with a little prayer to myself, gratitude first and then reminder of the dream girl I am and will be.

2. Taking time to connect with nature or engage in outdoor activities

3. Practicing daily meditation or mindfulness

4. Surrounding herself with positive and supportive people

5. Setting achievable goals and celebrating small successes

6. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle by eating nutritious meals and getting enough sleep

7. Being willing to step outside of their comfort zone and try new things

8. Prioritizing self-care and making time for activities that bring joy and relaxation

Snippet of my Pinterest board:

what's mine will always find me <3

My spotify playlist:

Suggestions are welcome !

My fav affirmations:

what's mine will always find me

i don't chase, i attract

i'm not afraid to get what i want

my value exists out of what others think of me.

my potential is limitless, and anything is possible as long as I believe

and most importantly,

The reminder that I'm already her, no matter what.

I go more in-depth in my notion but this is basically the outline for what I’m gonna do.

And a small note:

everything that I claimed is mine has proven itself to be true.

From Bambi, To Doll, Love, you 😘 .

[deja-yu]

Autumn nights 1/? Twilight - Jeong Yunho

Genre: Fluff (x gn neutral)

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Note: I will be writing some small stuff here and there in between writing my bigger Halloween fics for october. Feel free to send in prompts or members you want to see, these will be on the shorter side!

For you Yunho would forgo a lot of things, just to have you close, he'd gladly log off and rewatch twilight for the 3rd time.

The switch from the noisy fan blasting in your face in an attempt to survive the hot summer days to the fuzzy blanket you use to keep yourself warm on the now rainy days indicated the start of your favourite season. Twilight is playing and Yunho is tracing shapes on your legs that you draped over his lap as soon as he sat down ten minutes ago. There was a comfortable silence between you two, you didn’t expect him to stop playing valorant to come watch a movie he has already seen (with you) on at least two different occasions. But he wordlessly joined you on the couch after kissing your head and setting down a cup of tea for you on the table. 

The movie is moving past the mid-way point but you have been sneaking glances at your boyfriend ever since he sat down. He had showered earlier after he returned from work and was in some comfy sweats with fluffy hair that still smelled like your shampoo. He looks absolutely adorable but you quickly look back at the tv when you see the side of his mouth quirk up. “You’re not watching the movie” You try to feign innocence with a hum. Yunho unexpectedly pulls at your legs, you squeak as you slide down further onto the couch. Soon after he is looming over you, hands caging you underneath him. “Am I more interesting? I thought you were team Edward and here you are looking at me instead of him” you scoff “Actually I am team Charlie” both of you giggle, screams coming from the tv make both your head turn. “Why do you like this movie so much?” shrugging you look back at your boyfriend above you. “It’s fun, I mean I definitely miss being young and not seeing how toxic these boys are but” you wave an arm towards the tv “vampires and stuff” Yunho chuckles above you. “Vampires huh? That’s your thing?” quirking his eyebrows at you with a sparkle in his eyes. 

“Oh no” “Oh yes” you squeal when he dives in and starts attacking your neck with little bites. He has you giggling helplessly as you try and get his hands off your sides to stop him from tickling you. Not having any luck, you opt for squeezing his cheeks in your hands to pull him away from your neck. You laugh at him squeezed between your hands but he just gives you a dopey smile. He relents his attack and supports his upper body again. Resting on his elbows, a lot closer to your face than before. His body is resting on top of yours but it’s comforting more than anything. A blush creeps over your face as he seems to study every feature on your face. “Kiss me” It comes out soft, nothing more than a breath. His smile widening lets you know he heard you though. Leaning down he connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. There is no rush and the movie is barely a background sound, all you can feel and think about is Yunho. But you feel yourself grow desperate for him, your hands finding their way into his hair. Tugging at the strands a groan rumbles from his chest. In response he nibbles your lower lip before pulling away from your lips, finding his way back to your neck and leaving kisses in his wake. You whine wanting him to come back up to kiss you, his lips curl up in a smile against your skin. 

“Ah! What the hell!” you swat him away and pout as he comes up. “One last bite, you’re just too delicious to resist” he jokes, rolling your eyes at him for ruining the moment. He is quick to mend the peace by kissing you again. And how could you resist?

[ayylovley]

i’ve read somewhere that Sam’s aftercare would be the best so <4 - What their aftercare is like> for Sam, please? 🥹🥹 also Jake if possible bc he’s the sweetest boy ever 💕

Depending on how he feels about you and to me I’d think Jake would be the sweetest (Vasco too but I say Jake cuz he’s one of the only Lookism guys that would fuck you like a slut and then you’d have the sweetest aftercare)

4. after care with sameuel and jake

Samuel Seo

The small flame lights the end of Samuel’s cigarette when he pressed his thumb pad down on the lighter’s spark-wheel, letting him inhale a long good drag of the nicotine after that amazingly good fuck that made his ego rise even more. Tipping his head back, his lips make a ‘O’ shape to blow out the thick cloud of smoke in the air. You could hear your boyfriend practically groan from that hit, as you lay next to him with your hazy eyes looking up at smoke fade and disappear into the musky bedroom.

Finally he speaks, “was it good enough to get you in the bath, baby? How’s your legs?”

He asked that question with some condescension that can’t be ignored. Still, you appreciate how sweet he is to you after being with you long enough to make him take care of you however you’d like afterwards. “No it’s ok I don’t need a bath tonight. My legs do hurt though. I like it when you massage my inner thighs, babe.”

A grin pulls on his lips, “You got it, baby cakes.”

Sticking the cigarette in between his teeth, he watches you roll over slightly spreading your legs for him to rub the places you felt the most pain in.

A soft moan escaped her lips, despite your core throbbing from how many times he’s made you cum, you can’t help but want more of his touch when his inked hands rub so hard against your skin yet knows how to be gentle. Hearing your sounds encourages Samuel to keep going, using the thumb that was just on the spark-wheel to light the cigarette that remains in his mouth to really dig onto the space dangerously close to the folds.

Using one hand to slip the stick away from his lips, he leans down in need of kissing your opened mouth when you’re moaning from his massages like that. His strong hands roam up your body, still being gentle and caressing places that left you just… euphoric.

The little sounds of both of your lips sliding, you feel his fingers lift your chin a little bit to have your eyes open and glance into his with a hazy sight.

“You’re so sexy, baby. I just can’t help but fuck you so hard that you’d barely form words or make a sound.”

Ugh! Moments like this, when he uses his cockiness with being so gentle yet making it clear he still wants you, it does something to you. Especially the long, slow, wet kisses in times like this just fold you. You didn’t want to lose this moment but your body screaming for him to go again, you want to savor this moment like you always do.

Because it’s rare when Samuel is soft like this.

Jake Kim

Jake was such a sweet boyfriend to you, you’d melt in his hands and arms after a long hardcore fuck session that left you not being able to move. But with his treatment and aftercare you can feel almost completely fine the next day.

After all, he’s a romantic through and through.

As you lay there absolutely exhausted and sweaty, he knew that you wouldn’t be able to stand in the shower. So with his strong arms, you’re scooped up from the bed having his muscles flex a little. You blush as you’re lifted up from the ground to be taken to the bathroom where down the hallway you can hear soft music playing, and already spot the lights off, but a flicker of candles were in your vision. You gush hard at this gesture that leaves your heart aching.

“Jake…”

Jake smiles softly hearing the appreciation in your voice when he took you to the tub and played you carefully in the bubbly water. The heat kissing your body makes you moan a little when the soreness that was taking over your inner thighs felt better instantly. The soft sultry music playing on his phone increased the relaxation. “Aren’t you gonna join me?” With a chuckle he nods and you shift your body slightly to let him step in with you. With you on his lap, you melt into him when your arms rest on his, his muscular arms wrap around your waist protectively. Just setting the mood for this romanticism more.

Jake looks at you with heart eyes, he never thought he’d find someone honestly and let alone someone he got so lucky with. Using every love language in the book, his lips lower to your ear to whisper sweet nothings. Making you practically lovesick.

“Your eyes just make me forget about the world around us. And I can just beg you to let me kiss those lips.”

Gushing and putty in his hands, your eyebrows thread softly. “My god I, I love you so much, Jake.” He knows what you’re feeling in this moment because he feels it too.

“I love you more, (Y/N).”