#not that big of a fan with how that turned out but i usually dont put that much detail in the faces

[kawareo]

imagine having a consistent artstyle, i could never lol

anyway year redraw of that one meme, og under cut

[pippuns]

finished ff16 :)

[luna0713hunter]

Lover,Please stay

CEO!Sukuna is a big shot,every women and men's dream. Sometimes you wonder why he settled for someone like you.

The wine tastes bitter on your tongue as you take your first sip; wincing slightly. You've never been a fan of drinking,but when your rich boyfriend invites you out for some, who're you to say no? So you suck it up,and try to swing the drink around your glass instead of actually drinking it.

And it doesn't help that the liquor is bringing out all your doubts you've been having recently.

Instead,you try to focus on the man beside you; Sukuna is busy downing his third whiskey cause he's an absolute freak when it comes to drinking. His pink hair is out of its usually neat shape, probably because of the rough day he had at work; and you watch with careful eyes as he reaches his nibble fingers toward his tie and loses it while he throws back the last of his drink.

"you're staring."

You hum absentmindedly; hating how lightweight you are unlike your boyfriend. You've barely had a few sips for god's sake.

"and what if i am?"

But now, you're staring at the reddish liquid in your glass; your thoughts running wild in your mind. Because even if you want to; even if you desperately wish to, you cant ignore the whispers and giggles you hear from the tables near you. You cant pretend to not see the lustful gazes of the women all around you as soon as your boyfriend had stepped inside the bar.

And you surely cant not hear them giggling among themselves with nothing but vemon in their tone.

"oh my gosh,look at that hottie!!"

"hold on- is that...his partner?!"

"that cant be- i mean- look at HIM!"

"i know right?maybe he's just doing it out of pity or something?"

And you dont know if its the alcohol, or you own mind, but suddenly the bar feels too suffocating.

Too crowded. Too loud.

And its not really your fault; you've been having a shitty week, and you just wished to spend some quality time with you boyfriend. You didn't want to spend your Saturday night in a shitty bar,with some rich ass girls talking shit about you and your relationship.

And its the last straw when you hear their next words.

"oh screw it; I'm gonna hit on him! I'm sure he'd bored out his mind and need a break from his lame ass partner!"

"obviously they're not doing well; they haven't talked much since they walked in!"

So without a word,you suddenly stand up from your sit; slamming you glass hard on the wooden surface of the bar. Sukuna immediately looks your way, lips parting to say something, but you dont wait to hear what it is.

You just grab your purse and rush out of the door, almost stumbling to tables on your way out.

You think they might be laughing at you, but honestly you dont care. You just need some fresh air to cool your head.

And to stop the tears from falling on your burning cheeks.

You turn sharply in the alley just next to the bar; pressing your back to the cold wall behind as you slide down on the ground below. You hug your knees close to your chest as the first sob breaks through your lips.

God,you hate crying; specially because of what others say.

And you know; you know Sukuna's way out of your league. You know a hotshot like him can have anyone he wants,yet he settles for someone like you. You know all this, but that doesn't make it easier to hear it from others.

When you hear heavy footsteps inside the alley,you immensely start to brush your cheeks and eyes harshly; but your hands are immediately stopped midway by a pair of rough ones grabbing onto your wrists.

When you look up through teary eyes,Sukuna sighs at the sight of your red rimmed eyes and blushed cheeks.

"you're such a lightweight. How much did you even drink?"

"it's not because of the drink," you mumble, pulling at your hands to which Sukuna doesn't let you, "i didnt even finish my wine."

"then why are you crying,huh?" He sighs again, raising rough fingers to brush your tears away with such care that has you tearing up again. Sukuna 'tsks' and wipes your cheeks once more, ”tell me what's wrong."

You bury your face in your knees to avoid looking at him.

"you must've heard what those women said,Ryo. Dont play dumb."

"so what?"

You snap you head up.

"so what?! doesn't that bother you??"

Sukuna scoffs, shifting slightly. His dark eyes shine even in the barely lit alleyway,and you swallow upon seeing the look on his face.

He looks utterly pissed.

"why the fuck would it bother me what a bunch of good for nothing losers say?" He hold your chin and lowers his face until you can feel the his hot breath on your lips, "nothing in this world matters. Nothing. Except you,me,and us."

When your eyes water again,Sukuna sighs presses his forehead against yours.

"the world's gonna talk shit anyways; whether we like it or not. And i dont give a shit what other's think, because nothing will change the fact that i love you."

When you look up at him with wide, bleary eyes,Sukuna scoffs and pinches your cheek rather roughly.

"dont give me that look; I've said it before."

"Well!" You grumbled through pinched cheek, "you dont say it enough!"

An evil smirk makes way on his pink lips,and your face heats up when his fingers dance across your hips.

"then," you shiver as he pushes at the hem of your dress; taking hold on your upper thigh with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "guess I'll have to show it to you, don't you think doll?"

Your eyes flutter close when he finally presses his lips to yours; and right there and then,you know Sukuna never lies about loving you. After all, he's been always a man to show his love through his actions rather than words.

[angelicblondie]

boydguard!rafe x popstar!reader (MDNI)

note: I made the reader blonde bc i really wanted her to kind of encapsulate sabrina carpenter, so if you'd like, ignore that and imagine her however you'd like!

warning: unprotected sex (pls dont do this lol)

ok, fine. you had a crush on your bodyguard.

rookie mistake, but who could blame you?

you hired rafe about a year and a half ago, after you started to gain a ton of popularity and recognition. your music had blown up, prompting and influx of new fans, and new attention. you had started to get recognized almost everywhere you went, and when your management company recommended looking into getting a bodyguard, you weren't opposed.

at first, the two of you didn't talk much - he was an intimidating guy, he was generally pretty quiet and constantly wore a serious expression, and although you considered yourself outgoing, you still found yourself a bit nervous around him (not to mention, he was seriously hot).

but after spending much more time with him, you began to crack open the walls of his harsh exterior, and began to get to the know the man behind the suit.

he was actually really kind, and although his resolve with strictly professional, he turned out to be one of the people you trusted most, which made you feel all the more secure that he was the one who held your protection in the palm of his hand.

although there was still so much you have yet to discover about him, you considered him a friend at the very least, even if he might not have considered you one back.

not to mention, your big fat crush on him.

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you've reached the point in tour where the days blend together, and so do the nights. you've lost track of how many shows you've done, and how many you have left. but you wouldn't change a second of it, despite your exhaustion and the homesickness that pools in your chest.

you've reached the miami shows, which were around the halfway point for the american leg of your tour. you had arrived at your hotel last night, which you will reside in for the next couple of days.

you awoke alone in your king size bed, the sun shining through the sheer curtains. you groaned as you stretched, the sheets slipping form you skin and pooling at your hips as your arms reached above your head.

you rubbed your eyes as you walked over to the bathroom, turning the water hot in the shower as steam filled the room. you let the water cascade down your body, smoothing down the goosbumps that prickled your skin from the cold room. you spent a while there, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning.

after that you got dressed into a simple jeans and a tank top, throwing a hoodie over in hopes of inconspicuity. you grab you handbag before leaving your room, making your way over to rafes to knock on his door. rafe doesn't take long before opening it, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, looking down at you.

he checks the watch on his wrist. "coffee time?" he asks.

"mhm," you nod whilst humming.

this has become a sort of tradition on show days - rafe takes you to the nearest coffee shop and the two of you sit down, going over the schedule of the day whilst you pry him for details of his life - it was a good dynamic.

after ordering you coffee, you and rafe found a table in the corner of the cafe, avoiding being recognised. you had black, thin oval sunglasses coverering your eyes, sipping you vanila iced coffee leisurly and rafe gave you the usual laydown. given the sunglasses covered your eyes, you took the oppurtunity to run them over his features, taking in the way his brows scrunched as he read the schedule off his phone, the bite he pursed his lips when scrolling to the next section, the way he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed and layed back into his seat - you saw it all.

ok, so what, you admired his appearance - so did everyone, he was a hot guy! the first time you really took notice of it was when you were scrolling on tiktok about 8 months ago, coming across a sideshow of photos of him and you, the comments thirsting over him and speculating about our relationship.

you couldn't look him in the eye that whole day.

you even embarrassingly wrote a song or two about him, one of them even making it in your album- not that he knew of it, but it was embarrassing for you.

it wasnt a crazy love song or anything, the title was "xo", and the precipece was really just admiring how hot he was and how much you wish you coud have him. so yeah, you get a little shy sometime preforming it, knowing he was backstage watching.

after rafe finished talking you placed your chin in your palm, leaning your elbow on the table.

"when did you get your first girlfriend?" you ask innocently, your influx of questions beginning.

rafe sighed like he always did, but he expected it. "9th grade. kylie newman. pretty brunnete." he respons montonously.

you frowned. you were a blonde.

"why'd you breakup?" you ask, swirling the straw in your drink.

rafe sighed. "think i dumped her to focus on basketball or some shit."

you snorted. "classic."

the corner of rafes lips tilted up in an amused smirk, as he scoffed and looked away, scanning the premises of the cafe. as if he was gonna find any danger here, you thought to yourself with an internal scoff.

rafe could pretend he didn't enjoy your company all he wanted, but you knew the truth. he found you amusing, and you would go even as far to say that he cared about you quite a bit, no matter how much of that he hides. he cares about your safety, and not just because its his job. you could just tell. you enjoyed your banter with him, no matter how much he pretended it was one sided and tried to stay strictly professional.

you continue your questions. "why'd you and your last girlfriend break up?"

he turned his attention back to you, leaned back with his arms cross over his chest. you eyes ran over his low visible torso, and you were starting to think that you eyesight wasn't as concealed as you initially thought, because he wore a little smirk on his face.

"cause a'you," he repplied bluntly, watching as your brows furrowed in confusion.

"ok, explain," you demand.

he chuckled. "nah, it actually had nothin' to do with you, really just this job. she wasn't willing to make long distance work," he said casually, as if it didn't bother him.

you frowned, having no idea he was dating someone right before taking this job. you felt a little guilty, even though you were secretly glad he was still single.

"im sorry," your murmur, sipping a bit of your coffee.

he shrugged. "not a big deal, it was a while ago now."

you nod, turning your head to take in the environment around you. you sigh.

"dont get me wrong, i love touring, but i'm exhausted." you say.

rafe nodded. "yeah, i can tell."

you roll your eyes. "how kind," you say sarcastically, but a little smile brightens up your features.

rafe chuckles. "didnt mean it like that, just meant i can tell since i know you."

you felt your heart flutter a bit as you held back a flirty comment, knowing he would ice you out if you said it. you had tried to be flirty with him in the past, but he didnt exactly tolerate it, taking a very professional approach to your relationship. that being said, you knew that you and him were closer than any other celebrity and her bodyguard - i mean, you could just ask any of your star-studded friends, they barely talked to their bodyguards.

you decided to play it cool and lean forward a bit more. "you dont know everything."

ok, maybe that was still a bit too flirty. you couldnt help it!

rafe raised his brows with a slight upwards tilt of his lips. "i know enough."

was he flirting back?

you bite your lip a bit and giggle, lifting you sunglasses above your head. "are you gonna come to the after-show ?" you ask, changing the subject, wondering if you could convince him since hes seemingly in a good mood.

since you were giving two concerts in miami, you did what you did at the end of every residency - you hosted an after-show. the after-show was really just the time after a concert where you and your team all got together in your hangout area at the venue and celebrated the show. rafe didnt usually come, instead standing outside the door on lookout.

rafe rolled his eyes. "your trying to get me in trouble." he stated, looking at you knowingly

your face twist in faux offense. "what!? i would never! you clearly dont know me as well as you think," you scoff dramatically.

rafe chuckled. "i'll think about it."

he'll think about it.

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you spent the rest of morning chilling, then rafe took you to the venue mid afternoon. he stood outside of your dressing room as you got changed, then you "forced" (as he said it) him to come inside as they did you hair and makeup.

you loved your show outfits, all consisting of short unitard dresses with sparkles and glitter, being the perfect mix of cute and sexy. the always did you hair with a slight wave and tons of volume, making it easy to toss during performances. you makeup was glowly and flawless, and you always felt like such a doll when you got all done up like this.

you wore chunky heels as well, which were a struggle to walk in at first but soon became easier as you got used to it. rafe sat on the couch as you talked casualy to him, the hair and makeup people smiling in amusement at his short responses, and your apparent unbothered state. your team at some point had entered the room, sitting around the couch as they made sure everything was prepared for the show. after the hair and makeup people finnished, they left, causing you to stand up from your seat.

you sighed, flopping next to rafe on the couch as he sighed, throwing his phone to the side and reaching behind your neck to un-squish your hair between your head and the couch, instead moving it so flowed off the end. you had told him a while ago that this was important so it didnt flatten, and you were honestly a little supprised.

your assistant snickered, knowing of your intrest in the bodyguard and you sent her an unserious glare. you sighed and leaned your head further back, closing your eyes as you focussed on breathing - an exersise that became a staple before shows. you brought your hand in front of rafe, and he wordlessly grabbed it, cracking your knuckles for you. that was also part of the tradition.

later on, when there was about 30 minutes before the show, you and your assistant emma were chilling in the hallways, sitting on the floor.

"so, hows rafe?" she asked with a little smirk. you nudged her. "shut up," you say, but a smile adjourned you features.

"c'mon, your telling me nothings happened yet?" she asked, her voice comming to a whisper.

you look around before answering. "its not like i havent tried," you huff, "hes just is so professional. hes set on the job, which as his employer, is great, but as the girl who wants him..." your trail off, biting your lip, "isnt great. and hes probably right, it'd be an awful idea to try anything." you justify.

emmas face is thoughtful. "yeah, i mean, your not wrong, but its bound to happen. your obviously both attracted to each other, so something is obviously going to happen."

you nod, but felt a bit of worry fester in your chest. you were worried he'd only want you for your body, not you yourself, which was something that you were so used to - you didnt want to put yourself through that again.

not too long later, you were under the stage, getting ready to be risen up to the crowd. holding you bedazzled mic, you get your classic pep talk from your manage kelly and nodded along, seeing rafe standing afar with his arms crossed over his chest in your periphery.

so when it was time for the show to start, you sent him a wink as you turned around, being lifted on to the stage as the screams become louder.

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after the show, your drenched in sweat, you hair is much flatter than before, and your filled with adrenaline still.

you receive the praise thrown your way by pretty much everyone backstage graciously with a big smile, still breathing hard and your heart has yet to slow down. once finally reaching your dressing room, you collapse on the couch.

you hear a knock on the door, and you yell out for the person to come in as you lift yourself up, and see rafe enter, closing the door behind him.

he tosses you a plastic water bottle. "good show," he compliments casually, causing you to beam.

"thanks. yeah it felt pretty good out there, energy was high, huh?" you reply, taking a long sip of the water.

he nodded, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. "mhm," he hummed, leaning his elbows on his thighs, "i specifically like that song you played in the middle of the set...blankin' on the name."

you hold back a blush, knowing he was talking about xo (aka, the song about him). you act nonchalant, crossing a leg over the other. "xo?" you ask.

his lips tilt up. "thats the one."

you hum, nodding a bit before looking away to avoid eye contact, getting a bit bashful. then you remember you conversation with emma before, and a sudden burst of confidence ran through you. you turn back to face him, playing with the hem of your short dress. "what about that one do you like?" you ask a bit boldly.

rafe blinked. "the dance is fun." he replies after a beat.

your body feels hot. the dance is a bit suggestive, much like the song, consisting of your hands running down your body and sinking low to the ground. he wasnt the only one who liked that dance, you had seen a lot of conversation about it online.

you hum. "what about it?" you ask, your voice light yet a bit suggestive. he raises his brows a bit at your question and you shrug casually. "for reasearch purpouses, of course."

he breaths out a chuckle, placing his hands behind him to lean back.

"the part during the chorus," he replies.

"yeah?"

"yeah, s'cute."

you scoff. "cute?" you giggle, sitting up a bit. "thats not exactly the intention." you state, biting your lip a little.

you were being obvious, you knew that. you could blame it on the post-show high, but you knew that wasnt why.

you were frustrated pretending that you didnt want him every single day. you were frustrated that he had continuously turned down your subtle advances, and pretended he didnt want you too. you saw the way he looked at you, the way he looked you up and down in your stage outfits when he thought you werent looking - you knew he was at least attracted to you.

he poked his tongue into his cheek. "careful, kid," he warned.

you tilt your head, gazing at him with faux innocence. "what?"

he shooks his head, breathing out a laugh. "swear your tryna' get me in trouble," he said, the air around you two beginning to feel thicker.

"trouble?" you ask, still playing the part. "i was just askin' what you liked bout' my show. why dont you tell me more? i've been waiting for some honest feedback."

rafe clenched his jaw a bit, sitting up straighter. "i think you look a bit desperate in the opening."

you raise you brows. "s'that so?"

"mhm. every guy in the audiences jaw was on the floor."

you tilt your head. "thats the whole point," you subtly tease.

you lean back, bringing you feet up to rest in his lap. he looks down at your shoes for a bit before looking back inquisitively at you. you giggle. "tell me more, rafe. im curious on your thoughts."

rafe shook his head with a somewhat defeated look. "you know my thoughts."

you perk up, swinging you feet off his lap to stand up right in front of him. "i do?" you ask, a flirtatious smile on your face.

he looked up at you, his jaw tight and expression grave. "enough, kid."

although usually you would be discouraged, maybe even a little embaressed, tonight you werent.

"not until you tell me your thoughts." you say stubornley.

he sighed, rubbing his jaw in frusturation. "what do you wanna know?"

you bite your lip, a subtle smile still on you face as your eyes glazed over with flirtation.

"how long have you known that xo was about you?" you ask after a moment, feeling as bold as ever.

rafe seemed suprised by my question, essentially outing myself. he pursed his lips. "long time, kid," he said, his lips forming in a subtle smirk.

you bite the inside of your cheek. "how come you havent said anything?"

"stop kid, you know why."

"cause you dont want any trouble? 'cause its not allowed? cause your just tryna do your job?" you answer boredly.

rafe nods. "mhm, exactly."

you take a step towards him, but rafe grabs your hips, stopping you from getting closer. he looks up at you with a dangerous expression, but instead of tell you to back off, he says, "what havent you said anything?"

your taken aback by the question being turned on you, but you dont falter. "cause of this," you say, looking down and refrencing his hands stopping you.

rafe looks too, but doesnt remove his hands, instead squeezing tighter. "yeah, well, this, is for a reason, kid."

you bite your lip. "ya know, im blankin on that reason right about now. how bout you?" you ask, you voice quiet as you felt the tenion between you two thickening by the minute.

your hands come down to his shoulder, smoothing over his suit jacket, squeezing his bicepts to feel the muscles underneath. your eye sigh follows your movments, his watching your face.

he takes a long breath, squeezing you waist harder. "princess..." he grumbles.

"stop me," you say, looking back at him, your voice quiet. "if you dont want this, tell me stop and i'll never bring it up again." your eyes held a bit of vulnerabilty, but were overpowered by the lust and desire you felt for him.

rafe almost looked pained - you knew you were putting him in a tough position, and it was a bit unfair, but you couldnt think of any other option. you knew you both wanted eachother, the only undecided factor was if you were going to act on it.

for a long moment he said nothing, and silence engulfed the two of you. after a while, his hands slid down to your hips, and his lips quirked up. "no one has to know, right?"

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before you knew it, rafe was stood up, towering over you as he held you face in his hands, kissing you roughly. you reciprocated his fierceness, moving to slide his suit jacket off his shoulders, revealing him in a long sleeved, white button up shirt. whilst his hands slide down to grab your waist, your hands slide up the back of his neck, running yours fingers up his short buzzed hair, pulling him closer to you.

he turns the two of you around before blindly sitting on the couch, bringing you down to straddle his waist. he lets out a pleasure filled hum before disconnecting your lips.

"is anyone gonna come looking for you?" he pants against your lips.

you quickly shake your head. "no, told them i'll be awhile."

he nods. "good," he says, as he leans back in, instantly resuming where you left off.

soon enough his shirt was off, and you were only left in your bra and panties. you got to your knees , smiling wickedly up at him, swaying side to side on your knees to adjust into a comfortable kneeling position. you hand hovered over his bed, toying with the buckle.

"can i?" you ask breathlessly, you voice filled with wanton need.

rafe nods, eyes filled with desire. "all yours."

you swallow at his words as you look down to undo his belt, tossing it to the side as you unzip his pants, sliding both it and his boxers down to his ankles.

you uncontrollably gasp, taking in his size as as your hands hover around his hard length. you look back up at him, batting your lashes up at him. "your so big, rafey."

he groans gutturaly, throwing his head back. "shit, princess. no idea how long i've been waiting for this." he says, letting out a breathy chuckle.

you bite your lip to conceal the wide smile fighting to break out, and instead push youself higher on your knees, bending over to hover you lips over his dick, spitting a string of saliva over his tip.

he sucks in a breath. "shiiiiiit. y'tryna kill me?"

you smile up at him, moving your perfectly manicure hand to begin to stroke up and down his cock. moving slowly st first. he looked down at the action, transfixed by the sight he had imagined so many times before.

you brought your pink lips down to him, smiling sweetly as you gently kissed his tip, watching as his stomach clenched and he held back a moan.

your wraps your plump lips around him, sucking up to move you lips arounds the sides of his dick, kissing up and around him. you stuck you tongue out to lick a long stripe from his base to this tip, wrapping back around his to suck.

you bobbed your head up and down, hollowing you cheeks so he could feel as much of you as possible. you didnt go for too long though, becuase not long after you started, rafe lifted you up from the ground and laid you across him, you upper body laying on the couch as your hips laid on his lap, ass perched in the air.

you gasp at the change of pace, trying to pull yourself up on your elbows to look back at him but you feel his strong hand pushing you back down.

"shh, just gonna getcha' ready f'me, s'that ok?" he asks, rubbing his hands across my lower back and down the curve of my ass. you nod eagerly, whining out a "yes" as he slides your panties aside, and slides his middle finger between my folds. you suck in a breath, arching your back up, pushing yourself closer to his finger.

rafe tsks, swatting your ass lightly, causing you to jump. "ah, none of that," he scolds lightly, rubbing the inflamed skin. "sorry," you murrmur softly, and he returns his finger between your folds. hes rubs arounds, collecting your wetness before pushing his finger in, earing a sharp gasp from you. he chuckles under his breaht. "fuck, didnt think you'd be this tight, holy shit."

you whine as he curls his digit, hitting that sweet spot perfectly. he moves in and out, your walls squeezing around him as he adds another finger. he curls both his digits now, moving them in and out of you, causing you to squirm.

he soon pulls your panties down, pulling you back up as you hurriedly unhook your bra and throw it somewhere in the room. you straddle him and in a rush, you grab his base and align your entrance with his tip, but before slipping down he grabs yours hips.

"fuck, no condom?" he asks breathlessly.

your face drops. "shit, i dont have any." you bite your lip. "im on birth control," you inform, honestly not really minding no protection, even if it wasnt prefered.

rafe cursed under his breath. "fuck, ok, thats fine. i'll pull out."

he pushes you down on his dick, and your lips form a wide "o". your walls constircted tight around him, your hands pushing down on his shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself down.

"r-rafe, oh my god," you moan softly as you reached his base. your eyes remained on his, the intimacy making the moment feel all the more hot.

rafe did most of the work, squeezing your hips as he lifted you up and down his cock, grunting out praises. it didnt take him long before he felt himself holding back, considering he had fantasized about this exact scenario before. you reached one of your hands down, you fingers circing you clit to further the pleausre, prompting you to throw your head back and let out a wanton moan. from there it didnt take you that long. you whimpered out pleads, not exactly sure what you were asking for, all you really knew was that it wasnt enough, and probably wouldnt ever be enough. you wanted to be as close to him as possible.

"fuck, m' almost there, pretty." he groans, lifting his hips to meet. you whimper, nodding along to his words. "same, fuck, im close."

at the confirmation, rafe speeds up his thrust, groaning as he felt your gummy walks clench around him. it was like you were trying to get him to cum inside you, which would be very bad.

you let out a series of curses that sounded so wrong coming from your sweet mouth as you released around him. your eyes stayed locked on his, your distance between your lips growing as you orgasmed, rafe slowing his movements down to guide you through it. as soon as you came back to reality, you lifteted yourself up and retured to your knees in front of him, you legs achign but you paid it no mind. you stuck you tongue out as you rapidly stroked his cock, finishing him up.

with the hotest groan you had ever head, he came in your mount, hot streaks painting your tongue white as you watch him throw his head back, eyes shut in pure bliss.

after a few seconds of catching his breath, he looked down at you, white still on you tongue as you waited for his attention. with a sweet smile, you swallow his seed, bed over to place a kiss on the inside of his thigh. "thank you," you murmur.

rafe chuckles breathily. "fuck, i should be thankin you, kid."

you grin up at him, before standing up shakily, rafe holding your hands to guide you.

you clear your throat. "so, you doin anything for the rest of the night? i was thinkin' bout a long shower and i might need the protection of my bodyguard." you bite your lip.

rafes lips tilt upwards. "y'know, i was thinkin the same thing, princess."

ps: this is very lightly edited for now, i will be workshopping a bit tmrw. just wanted to get this out for you guys tonight 🤍🎀

[honeyhoshi]

scarlet, starlet pt. 1

summary: mingyu intends to make his girlfriend's wishes come true — all of them.

this a part of the man of the match universe

genre: professional football (soccer) mingyu, idol oc, porn with a little plot

wordcount: 3,251

pairing: mingyu x afab!reader

warnings: DDlg kink, d/s themes, both parties are safe, sane, and consenting adults, afab reader, lots of mentions of female anatomy, reader is implied to be significantly smaller than mingyu, making out, dry humping, finger sucking, fingering, squirting, huge mingyu, big dick gyu (canon), slight cum play, cum eating, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (pls dont do it, its not worth it), spit kink (bec i wrote it), creampie (also bec i wrote it), size kink go bbrrrr, bulge kink, dirty talk

author's notes: yet another work written for my lovely @madeforgyu! this is just part 1 of her birthday gift and is a part of the universe we have lovingly poured soooo much time and effort in. wuv u and all of that!

The excitement that comes with a new album and a comeback sometimes gets lost in just how complicated AM♡RE’s schedule has become. In between having to do pre-recording as a whole team, music shows would request certain members to be part of other variety segments which allowed other members to rest or even take on other schedules.

This led to fussy 4AM pre-recording sessions then running back to the company office to film overseas interviews and just napping during the car rides to and from one venue or another.  By the time the whole team made it back to the KBS building for the live broadcast, the only thing fueling you was adrenaline and obligation. It’s a so-so way of celebrating your twenty-fourth birthday.

You try to shake it out of your system when you think of the cute pink drink truck that was parked by the entrance to the studio that your fans were enjoying. You think it could be a lot worse because you did catch a glimpse of the many birthday ads all over Seoul as you moved from one location to another.

But still, it could be better too.

With all the last minute activities and schedules being fit into every free moment you had in the past few weeks, it had been difficult to really set any celebration plans into stone with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

A pout makes itself present on your face the second you start thinking of him. Having Mingyu around would make everything that wasn’t ideal about your birthday just simply melt away.

At this point, a message from him would suffice. You’re no stranger to receiving and sending messages at odd times but after Mingyu’s good morning message, all your other texts had gone unread.

You’re wracking your head if he had mentioned anything scheduled today but you come up with nothing because you can clearly remember that he said he was taking the entire day off to celebrate with you.

The thought sticks even as you’re being ushered on stage and you only really snap out of it as you find yourself in front of the crowd, the rest of your members bowing and waving before you have to take your starting positions.

You shake it off, thinking instead of how you’re sure a message from Mingyu will greet you the moment you step off stage.

You’re greeted by something far better than a text message when the music cuts and you’re trying to catch your breath.

A large smile is still plastered on your face as the thrill and joy of performing courses through you. The cheers fill you with warmth and satisfaction, hoping that you had given a good performance for the live show’s crowd, but a voice cuts through the usual noise of fans.

There’s a booming voice coming from the side stage and a “That’s my girl!” that sets every nerve on your body aflame in embarrassment and pride in equal measures.

It’s your boyfriend.

It’s Mingyu.

A bright smile splits your face and you can’t help the flush that paints your face pink as the rest of your members turn to see the afternoon’s special guest. With everyone on stage giggling and whispering amongst themselves with their lapels turned away from their mouths, even the crowd was starting to realize that something out of the norm was going on.

You make your goodbyes quick, giving deep bows of appreciation, but the excitement coursing through your body can’t be contained.

Once your leader has deemed you polite enough, offering you a sympathetic smile and nodding towards the general direction of the backstage area, you can’t move fast enough.

You briskly walk towards Mingyu who, despite his effort at dressing to be discreet, is still the most eye-catching person in the room. Standing tall and proud in the hustle and bustle of the music show staff is the top scorer of the Cheongdam Diamonds, offering you the most wicked grin.

There are so many eyes around you. Looks of jealousy, resentment, and also awe are no longer strange when either you or Mingyu are in the room. Having both of you present just meant all of the above, but a hundredfold. None of that matters to you at all when you let out a squeal and jump into his arms.

You don’t care. You’ve stopped caring. Let them see.

You can no longer count how many bad ideas have become good ones when Mingyu whispers them into your ear. You can’t even remember a time you’ve said no to him and his clever ideas. Not that you ever would really, especially when Mingyu always makes it worth your time.

 It starts innocently enough, as it always does with you and Mingyu.

The second you managed to drag him into your dressing room, locking the door behind him, you had peppered his face and mouth with as many kisses as you could as he giggled and whispered birthday greetings every time your lips parted.

In no time, Mingyu had managed to wrap your legs around his waist and was guiding you as you slowly rocked your hips down onto his. The friction was so delicious even through all the layers of your stage costume but you knew that this would hardly suffice for either of you.

“I fucking hate these shorts,” Mingyu says with a grimace as his hands find their way to your ass, upset to find the layer of your safety shorts standing in his way.

Mingyu has always hated it when he would reach down and find your smooth skin covered with a seemingly offensive piece of clothing. On most days you barely wore any underwear around the house, just the way he likes it.

You love the little look of annoyance in his face and trace the lines of his eyebrows as you sit pretty on his lap, “They’re there to protect me.”

Mingyu can only snort at that.

You roll your eyes playfully, “Imagine if we stopped wearing these, then everyone would see what’s yours, Daddy.”

You feel his frown relax underneath your finger, “We can’t have that now, can we?”

“Nuh-uh,” You answer, allowing Mingyu to guide your hips. Even through the stupid safety shorts you could feel how his cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans and Mingyu always knew how to find the cleft of your center to ensure that you were grinding your clit onto him.

“Why’s that?” He whispers against your lips, tongue flicking out to lick at your upper lip for just a split second.

You bite your tongue at the pleasure slowly building up between your legs and how he’s teasing you with his tongue, “Because this is yours.”

He makes a face of faux confusion before asking, “What exactly is mine?”

“This pussy.”

“Good girl.”

In no time, Mingyu has you strip for him and you stand before him, completely devoid of your costume. In the back of your head you can already imagine the frustration of the staff member assigned to assist you with getting fully dressed again, but the look Mingyu gives you has you pushing the thought away.

He’s sprawled on the couch as if he owned it and you’re dying to fall to your knees between his spread legs, but the second you move to do so, Mingyu grabs your wrist to stop you.

“It’s my sweet girl’s birthday today, so we’ll do all the stuff you like,” He says, standing up and crowding you against the counters littered with different makeup brushes and pots of eyeshadow and powder puffs.

“But I want to suck your cock,” You state as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Mingyu chuckles and you meet his eyes. You’re entranced.

“I know you do, love. But I don’t want you to bruise your knees when I’m dressing you back in that little skirt.”

He has a point and you frown, “How about tonight?”

He smiles as he brings three fingers up to your mouth, “Okay, I’ll even let you choke on it. Now suck on Dad’s fingers, get them nice and messy.”

You immediately let your mouth fall open and start to lap at the three fingers Mingyu offers you, savoring the salt of his skin and the rough pads of his fingers. If you tried hard enough you could pretend they were his cock, hard and smooth and so so delicious. Your little daydream has you salivating in no time, coating Mingyu’s fingers and lubricating them enough for what he’s no doubt about to do to you.

“Look at that little mouth go,” He marvels, “So small, three fingers can barely fit. Are you sure you can suck my cock?”

You’re shaken from your thoughts and immediately a look of distress spreads on your face, “Yes, it can fit! I can make it fit. You’ll make it fit, won’t you?”

Mingyu’s fingers are barely out of your mouth as you try to convince him. The look on your face makes Mingyu smile. It’s horrible and mean and you love it so much.

“Yeah, I’ll make it fit. I’ll make sure my baby will take it.”

You preen at the promise and wait in anticipation as he pulls his hands away from your lips and pressing his mouth against yours.

This kiss was not exactly a typical one. Instead of pressing your lips together, Mingyu licks into your mouth, his tongue bullying its way inside and pushing your own tongue out of the way. He runs this tongue against the roof of your mouth and against your teeth until you slowly start to press your tongue against his.

You groan in relief as he finally eases up to kiss you properly but tense up when you feel one of his hands grab at your left thigh to lift it up and prop it up on the counter. This position has you spread wide open for him. He loves it when he can see all of you.

The slick that’s been gathering between your folds is surely visible in this position and it makes you clench around nothing as Mingyu pulls away to survey you in this position.

“So so pretty,” He whispers underneath his breath, not even to you, just to himself, “Going to destroy this tiny pussy.”

That’s as much warning as you get before he presses two fingers into you at once.

Mingyu is bigger than most men in all aspects. He’s tall and broad, having put in so much time to get his physique to where it is now. His sheer size followed everywhere else. His fingers were long and thick and the press of two into your core has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Whether it was his cock or his fingers, you knew to always expect a stretch. And you loved it.

“Sooo good, Daddy,” is all you can muster as Mingyu sets a punishing pace that has you trembling in his arms in no time.

Each curl of his fingers sent a jolt down your spine that had you inching closer to the edge despite how Mingyu had just started.

“My pussy is taking two fingers so well,” He says, “I think three would be even better.”

You hate that he pulls his fingers out but you’re immediately placated when he brings the two fingers to his mouth to suck your slick off of them.

He makes a noise of delight before removing his fingers and leaning down. For a second you think he’s going to eat you out but instead Mingyu spits out the saliva and slick he’s collected in his mouth and lets it drip down from your clit. 

He moves back to take in the absolutely debauched state of your pussy, smiling to himself, pleased at how messy he’s gotten you, before spreading the wetness with his soiled fingers.

“Are you ready for three, little girl?” He asks, almost mocking. You preen at the nickname and at the promise of the stretch of three fingers inside of you.

Even with the preparation he had given you, he punches a deep exhale from you and he pushes three fingers. The fit is so tight that you can feel how the rough pads of his fingers are. He always did refuse to wear gloves when he lifted weights. Now you want to thank him for it, because the friction inside you makes you want to scream.

It doesn’t help how slowly he’s going either. He’s relishing in how your walls wrap around his fingers, how you tighten up when he slips in a little further. And when he crooks his fingers just right, he can feel how you’re getting just a little bit wetter, slicker.

“You take me so good,” He whispers against your lips, so close it's almost a kiss.

You’re breathless though, mouth slightly ajar, waiting for his tongue to slither between your lips. He doesn’t make a move though aside from a cocky smirk and an arched brow.

Mingyu lets his fingers continue on with their noble job of getting you closer and closer to the edge. Each push and pull of his digits inside you set your nerves alight, but the delicate movement of his right hands make you want to die.

Even as he’s coaxing and orgasm with three fingers on his left hand, the fingers on his right are tracing delicate swirls and unrecognizable patterns along your inner thigh. Every now and then they’d go higher, just by the lips of your pussy.

The pace is much too slow for your liking and you’re worried that your absence would start to seem suspicious. You weren’t at Mingyu’s training center where everything is kept under lock and key with a very well written NDA. You were at Music Bank where staff members were nosy and there was surely another girl group member roaming the halls, praying for your downfall.

“Daddy, faster,” Is all you can manage in between kisses on Mingyu’s jawline, licking a stripe to taste the salt of his sweat and that underlying tinge of just him.

You don’t expect his free hand to come and grip the underside of your jaw, his fingers long enough to reach both sides of your cheeks. He applies just the right pressure to squeeze your cheeks and force your lips into a pucker.

It would be cute if not for the look on Mingyu’s face.

“This is a birthday gift, angel. Be good while I give it to you, hmm?” He says as he begins to pick up the pace.

In no time the pace is punishing, the only thing slowing Mingyu down is how each push of his fingers back inside of you required a stretch and each time your walls made space for him inside you, you let out a little whimper.

When Mingyu presses his thumb against your clit, adding to the already intense pleasure, you can barely keep it together. In no time you feel the telltale signs of an inevitable orgasm.

No matter the method, every single orgasm Mingyu has ever given you was mind blowing, and this would be no exception. You feel the wetness dripping down your ass before you’re comprehending what exactly has happened, having difficulty in processing the immense pleasure coursing through you, your eyes slipping shut at the feeling of cumming all over Mingyu’s fingers.

Your walls tighten around him, even as you spill into his open palm and he continues to push in and out, droplets falling to the floor beneath you and between his feet.

Mingyu’s eyes are fixed on your entrance as he keeps you filled, pleased with how stretched out you are, ready for him to just slip in.

He pulls his fingers out only to move them to cover your clit, gently rubbing, keeping you on the precipice of pleasure, not allowing you a moment to come back to Earth. You’re in that heady space only he take you.

“Eyes open, baby. Watch daddy fuck his cock into you,” Mingyu says with a light slap to your face.

He moves and lifts your other leg up, maneuvering your hands that are wrapped around him to hold yourself open, keeping you fully spread open and seated on the dressing room counter.

Mingyu grasps his cock and gives himself one, two, three pumps to ease the initial need for friction, before he taps the now leaking tip against your clit. A pearlescent drop of precum falls on the hood of your clit and you watch, helpless as he harshly swipes at it with his thumb.

You hiss at rough handling but are immediately silenced when he brings the thumb up and shoves it into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue as if to wipe the cum off his finger. 

He grabs a fistful of the hair at the nape of your neck and smashes your mouths together. You love the way even his mouth seems to hold dominance over your own. The movements, no matter how unruly, are still just the right thing to get you going once more.

“We taste so good together, huh?” He whispers after fucking your mouth with his tongue. He pulls away slightly and lolls out his tongue to let a thick wad of spit fall from his lips down to your center.

The impact of the warm liquid has your gaping hole clenching around nothing.

It pleases Mingyu so much that he forgoes all the other teasing he initially had in mind and just guides the head of his cock to sop up the spit on your pussy before pushing in to the hilt in one thrust.

The blissed out sigh that you let out set him on fire.

Gone is the idea of long, languid strokes to stoke the fire in your belly. Instead he goes with a punishing pace that has high pitched cries slipping from your mouth.

His hands find the thickness of your ass to keep you in place, his hips doing all the work of rearranging your guts. In this angle and position, he can see how the head of his cock bulges in your abdomen slightly. It if was possible, he would have gotten harder.

Having already been so sensitive from hardly being able to come down from your first orgasm, Mingyu’s actions had you reeling into your second one in no time.

“My princess deserves to come already,” Mingyu says, slightly breathless, leaning his forehead on yours “Dad wants this pussy to never let him go.”

You nod in agreement, “It's yours forever. I love you.”

It almost seems pathetic for him to cum at those words, but it's a spectacular orgasm as he pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside you before he slams his hips flush to yours and letting himself flood your pussy with his cum.

You’re delirious as he keeps you steady,  pulling out so slowly to make sure you keep every single drop of him inside of you.

“Keep it in until you get home,” He says, “I want to slip right in the second you get through the door and still feel me inside you.”

You press your lips to his once, twice, and a third one for good measure before nodding excitedly.

“It’s your gift to me. I won’t let a single drop go to waste.”

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 GUYS I JUST READ THE CUTEST FAN ACCT FROM TODAY'S MUBANK WTFFFF

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 There's a special guest at today's live performance!! After the Midas Touch recording there was a really loud and DEEP cheeer coming from backstage. The members were all looking to see who it was ijbol!!

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 Ahreum was so happy when she figured out who it was that after bowing and greeting fans she left the stage but her mic was still on!!

huhu our baby was probably so happy and giggly as she always is! the op of the fan acct thinks its Mingyu!!

thank you Mingyu for loving and taking care of our precious Ahreum! 🥹🫧🩷

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 CONFIRMED WTFFFFF 😭😭😭 Mingyu was seen leaving Music Bank today!!

SIR U R A FOOTBALLER U HAVE NO REASON TO BE AT MUSIC BANK IF NOT FOR UR IDOL GF!!

[miifu666]

Hi I’m a big fan of your blog , love how you draw the characters!!

How do you think monkey king and suklha would court each other.

Helloww ♡♡♡

Funny you ask that!!! 😭 i just finished a doodle about that too!

Since Wukong's a hot tempered and unpredictable monkey king with a high self esteem. I like to add a bit of Monkey facts in his behaviour. Ofc besides the fighting the gods to keep his lover i dont think thats normal monke

From what i know, male monkeys usually start the flirting to enter a sort of consortship with the female. So i believe, Wukong despite the virgin that he is. Would be the first one to show interest.

Monkeys usually spend time with their future mate during courtship, so i figured instead of eating and talking to eachother to spend time. Wukong would challenge Suklha during the first few stages of courtship, if Suklha manages to outwit him he would let out these noises thats a mix of excited chirps and amused chuckles. Seeing Suklha managed to beat him in his own challenge is akin to her saying

"oh you're good, but ill try and beat you to show you im capable of being beside you"

even better when Suklha lets him groom her properly, it would take hours upon hours for him to show her that he's a good mate to keep her pretty and light colored hair clean. Suklha sitting down and waiting for him to finish, only to groom him back with her own pinchers is a sign that she accepted Wukong's feelings. (In his head anyway)

This works with Suklha, too. Centipedes spend time with their mates to start the mating ritual. Female centipedes usually release certain pheromones to attract the male interest. Wukong might notice how she has a more enzymatic scent, floral and berry-like, reminding him of the tree peaches in flower fruit mountain. This works with monkeys, although i think they release a certain odour when they want to mate rather than... courtship-

This in turn, makes Wukong more physically affectionate towards Suklha. His hands never leaving her waist whenever they talk to someone, glaring at anyone who dares to come pick her up like some sort of harlot. Wukong would compliment her to make her pay attention to him more whenever they're in public, of course this is Wukong. Hes not that good with compliments-

Suklha : you dimwit! Ive told you before how to do it!

Wukong : It seemed like i was right at first! Why are you getting so mad over! Just because you're decent-looking doesn't mean you can reprimand me however you like!

Suklha : ...?

Wukong , counting his fingers : Smart, quick-witted, courteous! Just because you're all that doesn't mean you can shout at me all you want!!

Suklha : i..

Wukong : AND STOP LOOKING SO GOOD

Suklha : IM BREATHING???

Wukong : WELL YOU LOOK GOOD DOING IT

Lastly, it would be a hard way to recognize but Wukong would speak towards her with a deeper tone of voice than usual. He'd even try to talk to her more calmly than yelling high-pitched like usual.

He'll smile more and probably do anything, yes even kill some demons and yaoguai to get an object of her desire or something that reminds him of her. Like a red jacket he saw in a village near the mountains, he'll snatch it and put it on Suklha without any word. Not even a "here's a new jacket" nope. They're already this deep in the courtship stage, she should understand what he means when he gives her things. He might glare at Suklha whenever he sees her missing the object he's given her, no words, just bites and glares.

All in all, it would be a bit chaotic. Like seeing your two best friends slowly getting together. Especially Suklha who despite showing interest in the courtship, suddenly denied Wukong of her answer after his proposal. Of course, this isn't done out of spite. She knows the consequences of accepting his proposal and she wont let a creature of this world suffer due to her. Suklha is a trickster, but she still has a heart.

[tyunn1ngz]

soobin nsfw alphabet

cw: as ambigious as i could but could come off as afab!reader in some sections! no gender stated as always<3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

clingy!!!!! making sure ur alright, that nothing hurts, have u peed yet dont get urself an infection, do u need food or some water, u just want cuddles oh ok he can do that!!!!!!! its endearing despite overwhelming how much he cares :]

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his hands and ur wrists/neck and these go pretty hand in hand bc his obsession with both starts bc of how his hands look wrapped around different parts of u >_> !! becomes especially obsessed with how easily he can wrap his long fingers around ur wrists (although hes entirely too gentle everytime he does it in ur opinion) !

if u have tits he’d also be a very big fan of them!

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

another one who cums a Lot. loves cumming inside u so much dont make him pull out </3 he will of course but u could b filled w his babies cmon :< even if u can’t get pregnant he will be acting like u can and it makes him so nasty

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

RLY adores cumming in u and then clean it all up w his mouth, might feed it to u sometimes too, tongues tangled up w ur mingling tastes :p

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

a little but everytime u would think its his first time, and he knows what he’s doing up until pleasure makes him stupid, and his most feral instincts take over :3c

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

pretty standard w missionary, likes seeing ur face especially when he wraps his fingers around ur throat. if u have boobies hes also a fan of u riding him just so theyre in his face and he can have his mouth on them the whole time. even if u dont hes gonna b sucking and licking at ur chest w reckless abandon tbh he doesnt care . shrugs

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hes more serious but not too intense, its typically light hearted bc its just him rly caring for u ! <3

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

generally well kept hes a manscaper or whatever but hes not that hairy to begin w. random but i want him to have heart pubes idk ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very!!!!!! intimate!!!!!!! even when he’s rough this man is fucking u like he loves u (which granted, he does) holding u close while he rearranges ur insides and tells u ur the prettiest person hes ever seen .. sighs dreamily

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he cant be w u hes absolutely jerking off all the time and he loves it just as much as sex itself tbh. huge perv he cant help that his mind is always in dirty places and making his cock hard. who doesnt love jerking off sometimes ! hes real for that idgaf !

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding or pretty much anything to do with cumplay at all. overstimulation and edging probably big ones for him too!!! both giving and receiving ;3c

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

besides ur bedroom, the couch bc it means u can ride him, and the shower; despite how inconvenient and slippery it might get sometimes ＿|￣|○

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally anything and everything u do will get him going. smth spills from ur mouth when u take a drink, hes hard. he gets even a tiny glimpse of under ur shirt, hes hard. he even remotely thinks abt kissing u a little deeper than whats usually chaste and hes hard. u name it, he’ll find some way to divert it in his mind to some perverse memory or fantasy

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

just nothing taboo, otherwise i don’t actually know what i’d say his turns off are … :S nothing to draw blood either

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

not any particular preference— he loves using his tongue on u as much as he loves having his cock in ur mouth, so u ask him and he’ll probably just end up shrugging and tell u that he’d love both at the same time if u would ever 69 w him<3 although he does like seeing u struggle to take his big cock w tears in ur eyes, so maybe sometimes he leans a little one way than the other ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ ！

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow to start with so u can get used to the stretch of taking him, hes so big after all :((( soothing u with a shaky ‘is it too much, baby?’ before he fucks the absolute lights out of u when u give him the go ahead x_x

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a quickie bc he loves getting off like i have said a few times now ! obviously loves it more when he has time to savour and rly enjoy himself w u but he loves it all the same that he gets to giggle w u while u breathlessly do smth so dirty ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and yes! risky to him sometimes is hotter and therefore best! ready to get caught by any of his members at anytime im afraid … poor guys … kinda …

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

lasts a long time but its bc he tries and wants u to cum first, otherwise he’d blow his load so fast. edges himself if he really thinks hes abt to give in to his high. will go for as many rounds as u want and can handle bc again, always managing to make himself hard around u so !

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

BIG fan of his fleshlight !!!! probably doesn’t own anything much else in terms of sex toys outside of that but thats all he probably needs anyway !!! jerking himself off w it when ur away, or fucking into it while u watch and say such dirty things to each other hnnnffff :(((((( ‘wish this was you, sweetheart. don’t you?’

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

a crazy amount, but he makes it worth it bc u always get what u want in the end anyway, why not let him have a little fun w it? ur just so pretty when u beg a little <3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

louddd whimpers and the prettiest moans, and he practically hiccups when he gasps, he sounds sooooo pretty</3 tries his hardest to keep his volume down but u moan and it’s practically like a response the way he can’t help it :<

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wants (needs) to be pegged/topped at least once in his lifetime but has no idea how to ask for it which is crazy bc of how nasty he already is in bed. if u wanna bottom just say that, king! u have the ass for throwing it back!

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ive seen the dick print tweets he is HUNG. end of talk thank u

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

do i need to comment on this one or have we gotten the message yet … say hi hi hi hi 안녕하고 말할 만큼

take me high high high high 나를 좀 더 데려가 줘

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not so much tired as he is just satiated? ,,,so he’ll be pretty dozy but loves to chat w u after the fact. or at least he likes listening to you talk yk? he’ll give u hums of acknowledgment while u run ur hands thru his hair and pretty soon u’ll have him snoring away against ur chest lol<3

[hugs2doie]

nct dream spotting you in their concert .

anon’s request: hi!! i just found your account and omg i love it so much <33!! i was wondering if i could request a fic/headcanon about surprising nct dream on tour 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 like maybe surprising one of them after the concert, one of them spotting you in the crowd, etc ^^

genre: fluff

warnings: none

nini’s notes: rhis is so short im sorry i didne havw muxh ideas on this 😓 but thbak u anon i love u anf i hope u liek this :333

⌗ mark

he’d be so excited byw

he’d gasp and allat

most of the times he’d be around your area just to see you

it would be without realizing too so the other members would literally push him/drag him away 😭

like poor boy wants to havw his eyes on you the whole time

but dating rumors and the idol industry 😡😡

would gush to his teammates abt u visiting and stuff like that later

afterwards he’d tell his manager or smth to ask you to stay so yall can spend timw :((

would probably just listen to you talk and giggle or smile big when u tell him how proud ure of him

⌗ renjun

would be very surprised

wave at the fans in your area to not make it seem like it was just for you

when singing some of the cute lyrics he’d glance at you 💔

would bring his other members on your area so when he passes more often he won’t be as suspicious (work smarter not harder)

would love seeing your reactions omg

and ur eyes better be on him the whole time

or else he’ll be calling you out after you meet!!

would take a video of the whole crowd and slow down at ur area

for the memories and how u surprised him in his concert yk

would ofc love the feedback <3

⌗ jeno

POOKIEEEEE HE’D SMILE SOO BIGGG

he would probably tell jaemin and he’d smile at you too

jaemin would also the one to remind him of reality if he stares at you for a long time

or stays in your area for a long time ofc

would show his abs/reveal his body more than usual

he’d get shy abt it later on though

boy how much he wants to stare at u for the whole concert :(

but he can’t!!! so he does other things to involve u and stuff

like taking pics of the crowd (OBVIOUSLY with u in it)

loves u sm and cant wait to meet u later so u can tell him abt ur exprience

⌗ haechan

this little shit bye

would do the sexiest thing EVER

then turn to see your reaction and if ure surprised or anything like that he’d have that proud smirk

ANDDD HE’D DEF TEASE U LATER ONNNN

he’d be more energetic on stage and wants to give 100% of him

he wants to impress u sm (which he does ofc), hes like a little high school boy for u

he’d be extra touchy w/ renjun & the other members to make u “jealous”

which the members (and u) notice and just burst out laughing

idk i’d be a fun experience

oh and u better only look at him or he’ll give u a sassy attitude when u two meet

⌗ jaemin

love eyes

and id mean it like his pupils would grow and all that

if u brought signs he’d read them out loud so it would seem like ure just a fan

and if u brought plushies AND are close to the stage??? he’s getting ur plushies first!!

will be VERY focused on the performances cause he knows that u distract him (for good like he loves u)

but he also wants to be amazing for u <3

would love if u hyped him up (u better lol…)

or if u sang along like he’d be so happyyyy

he wants u to enjoy the concert sm

he loves that u surprised him like a lottt

all that practice payed off bcz you’re there in the crowd <3

not that he doesn’t appreciate your support just by words too btw

⌗ chenle

idk why i feel like he’d know abt it

i dont have anythint specific abt it its just how i feel like he’d def know somehow

so if he spotted u in the crowd he’d have like a happy and proud smile like yawppp i knew it!!!

but would be so happyyy

after any performance or anything he’d do he’d look back to u to see if u liked it or not

would also pretend like ure not there sometimes cause jaemin pulled him aside and told him that he were taking MANY glances in your way HELP

so for some mins he stopped even looking ur way 😭 let alone go in that area

would bring jisung along later but would not tell him that ure there cause jisung would make it pretty obvious

you’re a big distraction to him 😓

(he loves that but he would never tell u)

⌗ jisung

theres the thing

he’d either

1) stay around ur area ALL the time

2) not even glance in ur direction

HE’S SCARED THAT HE’LL GIVE IT AWQY THAT URE THERE FASTTT

but if u guys havent seen e/o for a long time he’d pass most of his time there

however would ask for advice to his other members and often ask them if its too obv that he’s starring at u a bit too much

AND A BIT TOO LONG???

also he’d either

1) get super shy (stan new jeans)

2) be the opposite and get his sexy on (pls tell me yall know what song im talking abt)

but both things would get reactions out of u and that’s exactly what he wants :3

[lonigiri]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ALL SIGNS LEAD TO YOU˚ · . tsukishima kei

๋࣭ ⭑ content warning: strangers to lovers, tooth rotting fluff, tsukishima is a cutie pie, karaoke ! , just a really cute fic

๋࣭ ⭑ wc: 875

๋࣭ ⭑ an: this is so cute im gonna combust

tsukishima stands in the middle of the fruits isle. basket in hand, staring at the strawberries intently. eyebrows furrowed trying to pick out whichever ones are the best. "i like getting these ones, they're always the juiciest." a voice broke him out of his concentration. turning his head and looking down, she held out the strawberries to him. her smile as sweet as the strawberries--presumably-- "sorry that was kinda weird, i saw you staring at the strawberries and i thought i would help." her face pinkening slightly. he let a slight smile grace his face, listening to the cute girl ramble. he nodded "thank you, i'll make sure to use them well." he took the strawberries from her and placed them into his basket. giving her the smallest smile ever before walking off with the strawberries.

- one week later -

like clockwork, in the same spot. tsukishima standing there at the strawberries, trying to remember what brand the strawberries were that he got last week. eyebrows furrowed staring even harder then he did last week. "wow i guess this is fate!" the familiar voice gracing his ears. he turned over to see the cute girl once more. "d'ya forget what brand they were?" she smiled at him. his ears turning a slight shade of pink as he nodded slightly. she laughed and reached for the box of strawberries and handed them to tsukishima with a smile. "thank you." he mumbled out bowing slightly. "wow dont gotta be so formal with me ! we're basically acquaintances now from how much we've bumped into eachother!"

- two weeks later -

she drummed her nails on the table as she waited for her blind date to come in. her friends set her up with a random guy and told her it'd be a perfect fit. she said yes just to humor them but they actually set the date up. "oh my god you're kidding!" her eyes widened as she saw the male sit down across from her. "you're the grocery store guy this is actually crazy." a big smile forming on her face. a pink hue creeping up on tsukishima's face. for some reason tsukishima had such a soft spot for her, he didnt know why, he couldnt place his finger on it. hes only met her twice but whenever he sees her he cant help but smile. as soon as he saw her at that table he knew he was set.

- an hour later -

"wow so you really like strawberries huh?" "guess so? never really thought about it." he shrugged his shoulders. of course he's thought about it, he loves everything and anything strawberry flavored he just doesn't want to say that in front of the girl that he's on a date with. "you dont have to act cool around me you know. i've found you staring at the strawberries at the produce market twice now." she laughed. his face turning a light pink. "fine, i guess i kinda like strawberries a little bit." "oh do ya' now i woulda never guessed!" a big smile apearing on her face. tsukishima stuffed the strawberry shortcake in his mouth as he face blushed.

-6 weeks later-

tsukishima and yn stayed in contact after their date, going on 7 more dates after their first one. their friends had asked them to go karaoking with them but tsukishima wasnt a fan at all. he had rejected everyone when they asked him to go. so naturally all of yns friends had begged her to ask tsukishima because he "wouldn't say no" to her. and suprisingly --not really-- he said yes. so there they were at karaoke. yn had sang 3 songs already by herself and 2 duets with her friends, and drank quite a bit of soju. now she was bothering tsukishima. "please just one song! you can pick whatever you want please just one!" she sat next to him pleading, due to her being drunk she was a little touchier then usual, placing her hands on the sides of his face. his face flushed red, not knowing if it was the alcohol settling in his system or the physical contact that he was experiencing, still shaking his head no. she batted her eyelashes at him and jutted out her bottom lip. "please! im begging you! just one, for me!" somehow im the loud room with 6 other drunk people and loud off key singing, the only thing that tsukishima could focus on was yn and how pretty she looked. a big sigh released from tsukishima as he gave into the pretty girls request. "fine just one song-" "YAY!" "and i get to pick the song." "deal!"

-one horrific song later-

"oh my GOD, i didnt know you liked kpop, especially not girl groups!" tsukishima deadpanned at her but couldnt keep that look on his face because of the gigantic smile on her face. a smile formed on his face, his eyes connecting with hers before she wrapped her arms around his neck, wrapping him in a tight embrace. she pulled away slightly from the hug placing her hands on his cheeks, "i think you're really cute tsukki." she whispered to him before pressing her lips against his. everyone around cheering for the two of them. 

[ikkosu]

Earthspark bumblebee is currently rotting my brain from the inside out so could I ask for so fluffy fem shyer human and bumblebee who are crushing hard for each other but keep both of them keep prolonging confessing to the other the terrans realize what's going on and take it upon themselves try to get them to confess their feelings to each other

SUNSHINE

bumblebee x shy!fem!reader

a/n: tfe bee is so big brother energy 😭 he reminds a lot of what rid bee could be. I had a lot of fun writing this ! totally didn't rewatch all the bee scenes to get his character right,,,,,totally didn't. (I don’t write fluff often so i treid my best I swear)

[i]

"When are you gonna suck it up like a man and confess?"

Twitch startled you from above as the whirs of her fan hummed gently, hovering around you in her alt-mode.

"C'mon! What're you gonna say, huh? Turn away from the problem like you always do?"

Gloved hands, scathed with dirt, halted in the midst of pulling out a persistent weed. You feel your temple burn, a nervous laugh bubbled from your throat as your fingers plunged into the soil once more, pawing around to find the root of the problem.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!".

"I don't know what you mean."

When you did find the source, delicately you curled your fingers into the crevices, balling the soil then, with a huff, yanked the roots out. You're careful not to damage the nearby flowers.

When confronted at the baselines of your problems, you often churn into a sputtering mess. Sometimes, you have to clarify that no, you’re not angry, or no you’re not daunting — that’s your facial expressions constricting. Because if you don't. You're going to cry. And you're going to cry lots over matters daintier than an atom.

"Wuss."

"Twitch. Really you are trying." You sigh when the drone nudged your back.

A quick zip-zap of metallic whirs and she’s in her usual form, yellow eyes ablaze, arms crossed, leaning over with a scowl. Her hips jutted out, sassed-esque — a pose Dorothy used often when she's mad.

"I appreciate your concern but—"

“Dont even try to push it away. I'm not stupid." She prods, getting up to your face. Really, this adorable thing is half a step away from making you ostrich-dunk your head into the soil. "Oh, let me guess : tongue, tied? Busy thinking about a certain someone? Someone, or a bot so yellow like the sun, it’s blinding your eyes?”

You don’t even know where to begin. So, you look into the soil really hard, like you’re trying to find something worth focusing on. Oh, look. A worm. Bingo.

"I'm going to eat that worm if you're not going to look at me."

"Twitch—" You began.

Then, she’s shoved away.

"Sorry, you see. Wh-what she's saying is that, well, you know—" Thrash nudged his head into view, twiddling his thumbs as a demure, placating smile eased on his soft face. "...it's high time you...tell 'im how you feel?"

This time you want to plunge your head into the soil. It’s not a want, it’s a need. The scent of earth was purging strong, beckoning you with it's heed, as you, yet again, choke back another sound. You laugh, nervous. God, this earthworm! So, interesting. Haha. So...so...er. Hm.

"Pshh. How I feel? I feel fine."

"I mean...about your, uh, crush on bee."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Twitched groaned, rolling around the grass all the way from the stack of hays to the tip of your boots. Then, she repeated the motion, each rant about your supposed love life —also, none-existent, if you will— becoming more fervent. That is, until Thrash had plucked her up by the arm pits and she fell limp like a doll in his hold.

" You said you’d be nice about it."

"What’s there to be nice about?! They’re being so smushy mushy , oh darling so lovely, it's giving me the critters!” She growled, clawing the air

You stood up with an uncertain hunch in your shoulder. You’re still holding the clump of soil in your rubber gloves, back taut and jaws slacked. The earthworm was gone, buried in the soil somewhere. You hoped it had a a nice stay unsurfaced for once — and you really should keep twitch away from Wheeljack. She's even swearing, now. She swears!

“Come on, now Twitch. It isn’t so bad.” You say quietly, not trusting yourself to yell at the skies in full volume. Really, you’ll disentigrate.

“You don’t get to talk, wuss.”

“Twitch!’’

“What?”

“Mom said be nice. A person’s word is like a kni—“

"Yeah, well she's a liar!" You shrunk asher digit juts your way. "That's gotta breach the fifteenth rule, right? A whole machete stab?"

Thrash seemed surpise. "You actually remember the rules."

You're exasperated. "What rules? And, what on earth are you both talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me!"

"Really, I'm not." Oh my god, are you really having a verbal spar with a — with a child of all bots that's half your size?!

"Oh, yeah? Then why you're nervous, huh? If you're not nervous then you've got nothing to hide."

"I'm not nervous." You said, blinking profusely.

Twitch made a face. "You're gardening."

"The grass looked bad."

"You garden when you're nervous."

You feel your lungs gave out. Your inner you's are bouncing around in your skull, panicking and screaming in disbelief. Alarm signals, blaring inside. How did she know?!

"N..no? I garden when I'm....happy." You kick the ground sheepishly. Bad call. The soil tipped over a your hold, little dots of brown mingled with the grass. Oh, dear.

"Happy? Please. You're nervous because big 'ol bee didn't have the spark to confess to missy sweet spark with barely any roots to hold herself." Twitch huffs. She's getting to sassy for her own good — "And so are you, wuss."

"We're friends!" You said, though the term was lacking. "Normal friends. Buddy, even. Buddy friends...haha...."

Thrash stiffens.

Twitch deadpans.

Both at the same time uttered : "Really?"

[ii]

They're hiding in a bush. A bush of all places. No, not the tree, obscured by the leaves and a leverage with the branches. Or, whatever hiding place is deemed suitable for this operation. A bush. Can you believe that?

Fluffy Ears nestled herself on the grass, curious eyes skimming over the several Terrans peeking over the bush. Thrash brought it upon himself to hide in the barn because, as per his words, a good spy needs a good hiding place.

The only good thing about his 'prowling' tendencies is the fact he falls asleep during these so-called covert operations. Which is why he gets most of the ranks during training. What a scammer.

Jawbreaker was too large to hide behind a,ugh, bush so he was demoted to simply standing a few meters back, loitering by the fence.

Twitch feels something poking her rib plate. Can't the spot get any more cramped? "Nightshade, I swear to Primus—"

"Hush! There he is! The first move. Hashtag, commence operation : video!"

"That's not even—"

"On it!" Hashtag wrangled out the most, honest to Unicron, humongous camera in existence.

Silence veiled the three Terrans as they spot the yellow black approaching their resident gardener-who-normally-comes-at-the-weekends-and-bee-is-distraught-over-that-fact, tending the newly planted flowers by the hedge.

"So, I was wondering..." He's stretching on his toes, not exactly looking at you.

How could he? Everytime he so much as to catch a glimpse of your face, he feels like tripping over his own pedes and burrowing himself into the ground until comets rain, the world in flames — and god knows when would Primus let him out again.

"You need something, bee?" You swivel up, pawing your apron to get off the dirt from your gloves.

But he looks confused, optics lowered downwards, brows furrowed. You look as well, then up.

"Yellow, huh." He looks away, pointing to your torso.

You look down again then realized what he meant. Your face burns with a vengeance.

"My other apron broke." You try not to stammer but it's proven futile as an amused smile eased over his face. "A-alex decided to give me his, well, you know one of his precious merch which...is typically your...um face on it. If it makes you uncomfortable—"

"No! Gosh, no. You can wear it all you want. I'm just surprised, that's all. You never really... Besides, it's nice...." He looks down and kicks the grass a little, servos behind his back. "It...suits you well."

At the compliment you look up, hoping not to make eye contact, but he does as well and you're both held at a stalemate. His round almond optics droop. For a moment, his lips part, then it shuts. He looks down, avoiding your gaze.

Is he... flustered? At that thought, you fisted the apron, bunching it a little. You look away, hiding the way you smiled a little. " ...It's a pretty color. Yellow, I mean. Honeybee. I love bees."

He looks back up, blue optics flared, and into your eyes. His chassis did those little backward flips and, he swears to Primus, he'll simply disintegrate. You're a lovely color too.

Bee flinched the moment you turn to him at break neck speed, sputtering, eyes wide and face, all the more flustered.

"What?"

"What?" He said that out loud. He said it. Out. Loud. He held up his servos. "I-i meant it's a lovely color. As in, you know, you're a lovely color so like when you said yellow was a lovely color. I thought— What I mean by that is— Oh, forget it." He lets out a deep vent. "It's been a long day. Sorry."

"You're fine. It's fine, I mean." You said. When silence veils over you both (Twitch really wants to strangle you, right now) you speak up again, quietly. "You were going to ask something...?"

His door wings pike up in surprise, much to his chagrin.

"Oh, right. Forgot about that." He coughed and cleared his throat. " I was wondering If you were...you know..." Gosh, what's that word. "Freethisweekend?"

It was so quick and quiet, you didn't really grasp much of what he uttered. “I got free— what's the next—"

"This weekend." He said, then trailed off. "Free... this weekend."

"Oh..." You look to the ground, hands primly folded behind your back.

"To... ah,” Just ask her out. Just ask her out. Worse she can say is no and no. No is fine! If you don't ask, you'll never know. That's what Elita said, right? Right? He sags. She said a lot of things.

He decides to go in for the kill but the moment he met your eyes, your pretty eyes, your temple grew warm, like really warm. He feels his own face burning and he starts stumbling over his words. “Free to. To go. To, um, a, well, a...d—dah, dah, duh, die, no! A, ah, diversion! Yes! Right. Diversion."

A domino effect of forehead slapping commenced. Bee, you fool! Twitch was wrangled back by Hashtag from leaping over the bush.

"Diversion?" Your face furrowed.

"With the....Terrans!" He snapped his servos. " Right, the Terrans. You know, a new lesson I made. Figured you'd be there for support. It's all about the essence of....diversion."

You stand there, mouth opening then closing. "...Sure, I guess. What time?"

"Anytime you're free." He says it, almost breathlessly.

You blink. "I thought it was a scheduled lesson."

His door wings pike up again. He groaned internally. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, uh. Yeah. Right. Schedule….schedule…So, how's ten tommorow? I'll round up the kids by then."

"Sounds good."

"Good. Good. See you....later."

You wave, then turned around, rounding the corner of the house. The moment you did, your face crumbled and you hid your face into your palms, a whine seethed inside your throat. Bee, however, pressed his helm against his servo, sighing.

How did I messed that up so badly?

Meanwhile, in the bush.

"Cut the film, Hash." Twitch resigned.

"But he could push on!"

"I highly doubt that." Nightshade was already crawling away.

Jawbreaker clicked thought the comms. "I saw yellow leaving. Is everything alright?"

"Nothing. Is Thrash dead? Thought so. Saw his head peeking out from the barn. Someone get him, please."

And, while they're all about to regroup. Twitch just had the perfect idea. It's about time she takes matters into her own hands.

[v]

Night plunged the skies, freckled with stars reflecting off his windshield as he rolled underneath the veil of darkness.

"Bee quick! Come to the barn! A problem just came up!"

"Twitch?" He was about to scale another ramp when he halted midway, changing course immediately. "C'mon talk to me. What's the problem?"

"Just come! It's urgent!"

Seeds of inky doubts blotched into his mind. The little runt had a lot of tricks up her sleeves. Sure, she's a heavy hitter but also a decent liar. Last time she pulled off the same shtick he was pushed into a hole....filled to the brim with mud. He walked around the vicinity and stank like cow feces for days.

He really should stop letting twitch mingle with Wheeljack.

His wheels rolled up to a stop in front of the barn. The trees, inky black, loomed around the farm, towering above him. He felt a shudder up his spine. Leaves rustled. Crickets chirp. All was quiet. Too quiet.

"Twitch? Kids?" He slid the barn door aside, joints whirring with every step. Hay crunched under his pedes. " Ugh, not this again. Guys, seriously. If, if this, Primus who littered this place? If this is one of your jokes I swear to— huh?"

The basement door was open. A gaping hole, black and swarthy greeted his eyes. Who left that open? He took a step closer. "Guys? Are you in there? What's going on?"

Another step. Then another.

"Look, you can come out now. This isn't funny."

The hole grew bigger, bigger and— Footsteps pattered behind him. It was gentle but it drew alarm as Bumblebee whirled around. And, there she was. Twitch stood before him, a wide, chesire grin on her face. The moonlight illuminated her from behind, casting an ominous shadow that loomed In front of her figure.

"Adios!"

He sputtered in confusion and felt two pedes connecting with his chest and he's sent stumbling back down the steps of Nightshade's underground lab. His shout of surprise was quickly drowned out when Twitch pulled the door shut.

"There! That'll do it." She grinned, fists on her hips. “You got that hash?”

“All on tape. Even his face too! Did you see how he looked like?” Hash stepped out of her hiding place, literally behind the hay. The original culprit of hay litter-er. "They're gonna be there for hours! Trapped in each other's embrace! Oohhhh this is so rad. You've seen those rom-coms, right? It's going be so funny when they come back out.”

"With result." Nightshade chirped, coming up beside them. "It's been awhile something has transpired. A change of the usual routine. Oh, the bore of waiting so long. As a scientist myself. I admit — it can get a little bothersome. Let's only hope the heat from the generator can keep them warm."

Silence. Hashtag feels two optics on her.

"Generator, what generator?"

"....Hashtag." They begin slowly. Twitch looks mortified.. "....Please tell me you didn't cut off the generator when I said only to cut off the vault."

Confusion furrowed her brows. "How else would the door be locked if I didn't?"

Twitch groaned, head into her palms.

Nightshade stares at the closed vault. "....Oh, dear."

[vi]

"Unnfh!" His helm collided against the floor. Great. That’s just great. Mentor student. Mentor student! You don’t do this to your mentors! Annoyance bubbled inside his chassis and he grits his teeth. That is it. That is it. He’s had enough of her tomfoolery, her jokes, her tricks! Tommorow, he’s going to put her through hell and back—

“Bee?” He feels something warm touching his shoulder.

His helm swivels up, then his optics widens in surpise when your nose is inches away from his own. You make a flustered sound, suddenly falling back on your ass to put space between you both, embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d uh be that close.” Was a soft mumble. “The fall looked like it hurt. You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m fine.” He breaths out, scrambling up to sit properly. He’s not sure what position, so he curled up his knee plates to his chassis. Your eyes are too…impossible to look at. “Think I broke a joint there.”

“You break joints too?”

He huffs a laugh, “You don’t think we do?” “I mean as in,” You gesture to his body, “ You know, cracking joints. Is it equivalent to me popping my knuckles? I saw you did it this morning when you stretch.” You trailed off, then shake your head. “Sorry, it’s a stupid question.”

“It’s fine. It’s not stupid. You’re not….stupid.” He clears his throat, “We also experience cramps. Tension in the joints when, well, like how a rusty hinged door won’t open up all the way.”

“Oh, that’s one way to put it.” You scoot a bit closer, pressing up against his leg. Bumblebee stiffens, servos moving over to stiffly cup your back to keep on you warm. The air was unusually chilly today. His quick scans showed the generator wasn’t working. Did the lights went out? His servos graze over your shoulders, massaging it a little, then behind your neck.

“And, and that one time. I don’t think you know him yet, he’s an old friend back during the war," He starts rambling for something to say anything to keep the conversation going, “His name’s Ratchet. Old bot forgot to oil up his pistons and couldn’t move for an entire day! Can you believe that? We had to carry him everywhere we went. Once, I was caught in the crossfire. Bullets were raining. Full on barrage. Nonstop. And he’s just like that, a plank of wood in my arms as I ran. You should’ve seen the look in his face!

“I can imagine he’s not happy,” A giggle bubbled in your throat. His audials perk up. “Yeah, I can tell. He’s a lot less crass in his manners when he dealt with me,” Bee leans a bit close, the servo skims down to your torso. “After all the bedgruding looks I’ve gotten from him — he’s got no choice but to give me special treatment of letting me off a few scolding.” “Oh? Why’s that,”

“I’m not exactly the prim and proper type.”

“My, my is bee the rebellious type?”

He lowers his voice into a playful whisper. “I had a phase, okay? Everyone does. Mine, though, it’s just worse than Arcee’s. She’s unhinged too but waaaay less moody. But don’t tell the kids that. I’m not going to have my name sullied, you hear?”

“Noted, officer. But I really can’t promised I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

He groans then a digit nudges your ribs. “No, really I’m serious. They’re going to kill me with that. I don’t want another incident to tarnish my reputation. Ive got Jawbreaker pestering me about how I made a mistake choosing my first alt-mode, I don’t need another slander. My feelings,” he says with a servo over his chassis, “they’re fragile.”

“Come on,” you leaned forward, cheek against his leg plate. Bee looks away, holding himself back from, well, squishing that…squishy part of your face. “It’s not so bad. The beetle looked adorable.”

“Beetle. Really? Beetle?” He looked almost offended you termed it that way.

“Isn’t that what it’s called?” He leans over and flicks your head. “I’d prefer it if you called it something else.”

You laugh. “I’ll bite, then. The Beatles?”

“No,” He said the words too fast, “Honey.”

You freeze. He freezes.

He did not just say that. Oh, no. He did not. He did not. When you look away that’s when he panicked. No! He’s not going to let the past few minutes go to waste! “As in yellow! Honey as in yellow!” He backpedaled, raising up his servos. “You know when I— when you said that, I was—" What’s up with him today? Then, he sags, muttering defeatedly. “It’s not what you think I meant to say.”

He’s blown it. Thrown it all down the drain. All his hard work now crumbled at the mere touch of his fingertips. You speak up after a moment, “What if…I wanted it to be what I think you meant?”

He looks at you again, surprise. He felt his spark clenching. This time you held firm eye contact despite your hands that were shaking. Think about gardening. Think about gardening. This is like that! Like he’s a flower. Gentle to hold. You steeled yourself and stood up on your toes, palms on his knee plates as you leaned in close.

“What did you meant?” You said softly.

His servos reached out to cup your cheek, curling his digits around the back of your hair. You leaned against his touch, closing your eyes. It was warm. His touch was warm. Pulsing and thrumming against your face.

“What I meant is that you’re someone important to me.” Then, he pulls you close, his optics flickering back and forth nervously. “So important I….think about you a lot. Like, a lot. I can’t….really stop. Even when I want to….its hard.”

Your face burns but you’re not letting that deter you. If god decided to kill you today, you’d steel on, wading through his comets. Think about the garden! You close the distance and your lips find the crook of his nose, pressing a gentle kiss to it, then his cheek. Your palms rested on his shoulder. Bee blinks, choking back a surpised sound at the touch but his servos manage to find your waist, curling his digits around the fabric of your shirt and pulls you close. He tilts his head so his lips would find yours.

“I think about you too.” You mumble against his lips.

[kyleeissilly]

𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕

𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒚

sorry if this is shit i was high while writing this ngl..

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A- Aftercare

(what their like after sex)

Johnnies definitely tired after but will run u two a warm shower/bath and help you clean yourself up if your too tired.

wants to make sure u feel loved and cared for !!!

B-Body Parts

(Their favorite body part of their partners and of their own)

i feel like his fav body part of yours is your waist just because he can hold it and he can use it to pull you closer to him,

his fav body part of his is probably like his hands just because of how many photos he takes with his hands infront of his face

C-Cum

(anything to do with cum)

would rather finish inside of you but also rlly likes finishing on your stomach.

D-Dirty Secret

(self explanatory)

honestly is a little bit of a sub sometimes,

E-Experience

(how experienced are they?)

he rlly knows how to use his tongue and loves to eat you out. he knows hes good at it to..

F-Favorite position

(very self explanatory)

Definitely spooning. man loves cuddling in general so whats better than cuddling and sex?

G-Goofy

(Are they more goofy or serious during the act?)

will prob make lil jokes when its appropriate but other than that hes more serious.

H-Hair

(how well groomed? does the carpet match the drapes?)

he usually trims it a little just to make it look neat. and the carpet does not match the drapes since hes a natural blonde.

I-Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

hes a little awkward the first time you guys did it but now hes definitely a romantic.

J-Jack off

(masturbation headcannon)

jerks off 2-4 times a week because he gets wayyy to nervous to ask and is afraid hes gonna make u uncomfy

K-Kink

(one or more of their kinks)

LOVESSSS to overstimulate you until ur begging him to stop,

neck kissing.... self explanatory..

L-Location

(where he likes to do it)

honestly doesnt like doing it in even semi-public places just because of the risk factor but rlly likes in the bedroom or kitchen sex..

M-Motivation

(what turns them on)

neck kissesss !!!! he LOVESSS them. you give even a SMALL peck on his neck and hes all over you.

N-No

(something he wont do)

degrading. like hes fine with the tame shit but he doesnt want to say something rlly rude to you or hurtful even if you want him to. it makes him feel like a douche.

Oral

(preference in giving or recieving, skill, etc)

hes mastered the art of eating you out. you dont even gotta say nun and hes already got ur legs over his shoulders. he wont deny a blowjob tho,

P-Pace

(how fast or slow they go during)

he will start off gentle to let you adjust to him but once hes about to finish hes definitely speeding up

Q-Quickie

(their opinion on quickies)

Not a big fan of it at all but wont say no. he wants to make sure you feel loved and you know that hes not just using u as a hookup.

R-Risk

(are they down to experiment and try new things? do they take risks when their horny?)

would be down to try new things with you depending on how extreme. he thinks trying new things with you creates a stronger relationship and helps figure out what the other person likes.

S-Stamina

(how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

he can go around 2-3 rounds before getting tired but either way he will always make sure you finish.

T-Toys

(do they own them? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

owns a fleshlight but thats it. If you wanted him to use toys on you he would definitely be willing to explore that interest with you.

U-Unfair

(do they tease? if so, how much?)

he doesnt tease you that much but if he wants to then he will.

V-Volume

(how loud are they? what sound do they make)

its mostly muffles grunts or whimpers but when hes close he gets louder.

W-Wild Card

(random headcannon)

loves going shopping with you and watching you try on clothes. also adores when you see something and immediately say smth like "youd look so good in this," to him.

X- X-Ray

(whats going on under their clothes?)

6.7 inches, neat, and slightly curved

Y-Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

2-3 times a week but will definitely do it more if you wanted it.

Z-Zzz

(how long does it take for them to fall asleep after?)

hes exhausted afterwards but needs to make sure your alright and comfortable before falling asleep with his arms wrapped around ur waist.

[cielles-random-vault]

im usually not a fan of sommophilia (dont even know how you write it) but

(nsfw under the cut, fem reader in mind, its not a joke when i say i NEED mike injected in my veins)

content:height difference slight size kink, unprotected penetrative sex, sub mike, aftercare included bc im fucking sick of smut finishing when they cum

also if this does better than my full works im offing myself /hj

dt: @unabashedcroissanttreefan 😵‍💫

imagine getting woken up by mike's muffled moans as he slowly grinds his cock on your ass, little/big spoon style while youre asleep because he doesn't want to wake you up

pretty boy being just so needy and fighting the urge to fill your pretty face all over again with his cum, but he's so shy he cant seem to wake you up so he contents himself to just grind on you

"is my handsome boy getting all needy?" you ask softly, amused and surprisingly aroused as he nods slowly.

you then sat down on your bed, softly lifting his chin up with one hand, and slowly teased his already hard cock, already full of precum dripping.

"aww." you mumbled on a pitying tone. "already so flustered for my touch, arent you?"

he nodded slowly, with pleading eyes full of nothing but lust and love, practically begging you to fill you with his warm and soft release.

and who would you be to refuse him? he looks so cute as a flustered whimpering mess you turned him into, it would be unfair for him to just leave him like this :((

you then got on top of him, eyes still full of sleep, wearing one of his shirts you borrowed from yesterday, and it just made him so hard.

you looking so small in his shirt was such a sight to him,

and he sure was turned on.

as you got on his lap, he hastily drew his hands to your waist, in a soft yet possessive way.

you then kissed him all over his body, from his neck to his lower stomach. when you reached his cock, you adjusted yourself in his lap so that he could penetrate you, as you were as needy for him as he his for you.

you let out a muffled moan, not expecting his cock to be this hard, but especially to feel this good inside of you.

"mmm.... you feel... so good... and... so warm...." he panted.

a few moments pass as he kept on thrusting in you, and with each move you both felt yourselves come closer to reaching your climaxes.

as you both did, he took a moment to admire you, a soft smile on his face, his warm release all over your stomach.

"you did good, you know that?" he whispered softly as you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"thank you" you sigh softly, "you too"

and then you both fall alseep little/big spoon style because thats what id do

ok this ends v abruptly now watch me RUN to horny jail

hope you enjoyed and pls reblog ily wmah

-@cielles-miscellaneous-vault

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

|| The Salesman || NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The Salesman its a gentlemen. He will ask what you want. A shower, cuddles, water, food? Everything? In what order?. He will also ask if you had a good time or if he was too rough.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Hands. He likes them cause they are bigger than yours, likes to tangle them on your hair and with your own hands.

Yours: eyes. He is someone who reads people easily, and your eyes alwas gives away what you are feeling.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Big fan of cumming inside you, the Salesman its rather antiquated when it comes to where he should end. He likes to feel your tummy getting bigger with his cum. This mean he will cum and stay inside you till he can go again so he can fill you up again and make you feel fuller.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves when you wear skirts. Has a thing for them.

Its easier to push his hand down between your legs and teas you with that evil smirk, enjoying the feeling of growing wetness you end getting. Will ask you to sit on his lap when you use them or let a pen fall and ask you to get it for him so he can get a look at your ass.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows for sure what he is doing. He is handsome and has been handsome all his life. His experience its a big one. Dont be afraid to ask him something if you are inexperience yourself or if you are a virgin (he will melt if you are). As experience as he is, he knows how important its to talk about what someone wants to do during sex. And he talks about sex like the most casual thing in the world.

"So, would you like that position you were watching in that one movie the other night?"

Him: drinks tea

You: burst tea out

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any position will do for him, it depends on his mood. If he is feeling more dominate, then its dog style, mating press or having tied you up. He likes you to ride him looking at him too. When he feels more loving and gentle, the usual position will do. He likes to look at your eyes while you two do it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not goofy he is serious when it comes down to sex. Likes to pay attention to you, your expresions, sounds, everything. He also takes note on what you like the most or what position is making you feel the best.

Very well groomed. He likes to be clean and that includes the hair of his genitals. He also believes you will enjoy sucking him off like that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As i repeat myself, it depends.

Its a solid 50% and 50% loving and a wild animal. But he wont ever do something you dont want.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does not like it but sometimes he cant help it. Specially if he has to be away from you for too long because of work.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Degradation

• Chocking

• Size-kink

• Dom/Sub

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Any place at his house. Really, the one thing he wanted to do when you first moved in was to have sex with you on every surface he had. He said that way, he would look anywhere in the house and remember you (and how good you felt around him and your moans) he basically gets you blushing hard.

He does not like to be seen unless its to prove that he owns you and no one can touches you or see you. No problem at touching you in a train ride or in a restaurant.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Almost anything. You can be kissing him casually for either welcoming him back or sending him off to work and he has you pinned against the wall in a instant.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wont ever share you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is a giver.

Loves to have you sitted on his face and overstimulate you with his tongue. If you try to move away from him and he is still not done then he forces you to stay down on his face.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

80% of the times he prefers to be fast and rough. He knows you can take it and ends being so proud of it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes them till a centrain degree. Since sometimes he ends havig you before going to work he cant say he dislikes them, but sometimes they are too short and you or him dont cum. He hates these moments and will assure you for the rest of the day by texts how good he is going to make you feel later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is very open to anything you have to offer to do. Just ask him, he is very casual too so he may ask you something at random times.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Thanks to his physical training for his "work" he has a great one. Its a nice suprise the first time you two went for three rounds without stopping.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does get you some but has the rule that if you use them then you must send him a video or pic. And trust me he will know if you used them and did not obey his rule.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does like to do it from time to time. If you were a brat or broke his toy rule then you must beg to him to let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

LOW. He only groans but other than that, nothing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even if he does not like it, he would fuck you in the station he works so he can see the wall and remember you two cumming together there. (he did finger you on the bench so thats his favorite spot too).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Hands down, has both, its large and big. You will have problem adjusting to his size at first and even after many times together you still struggle (he loves it).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He knows how to control himself in public but its rather high. Lets say a 8/10. Sometimes its just the carnal need, he gets frustrated at work sometimes and ends thinking about you, getting aroused. When it comes down to loving sex then he is still high on his need but will focus more on you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends when you two had sex. If it was after one of his long days at the station then he would fall asleep quickly (but only after making sure you are well take care off).

[sociopathicartist]

hii! :) i had an idea for a quick oneshot, maybe how (classic) sans told the reader that he liked them? or maybe their first date? love your writing btw!

thank you for requesting! i had fun writing this, i haven't written too many confession scenes before. sorry it took 4ever to come out, i was battling for a while on this because i felt like it was flowing very choppy, but i wanted to get it out for you guys to read so i’ve swallowed my pride and returned with this. thanks for reading ! :3

Bzzt.

Bzzzt.

…

Bzzzzzt.

You groaned and snatched your phone off your bedsheets, waking up to the constant buzzing of your phone going off. Who in the world was blowing up your messages?

Oh. Sans.

13:01 - still on for today?

13:02 - if not its ok we can just watch movies

13:04 - orrrrr we dont have 2 hang if its too exhausting

13:10 - m just gonna dress causal for tonight

13:12 - are u alive ?

You sighed as you read through the messages, your hand that wasn’t holding your phone going to rub the tiredness out of your eyes and drag down your face. Typically you weren’t a big fan of taking naps, but you had woken up early today, so about an hour ago you decided it would be a good idea to catch some extra rest while you could before you went out with Sans today.

Turns out your nap didn’t last long. You and Sans had hung out plenty of times before, why was he suddenly blowing up your phone so much in a panic about hanging out?

Your thumbs went onto the keypad of your phone as you typed out a quick response to him.

Y/N - 13:15 - Sorry, took a nap. Yes, I’m still on to hang out tonight and will match the casual dress code.

His answer didn’t take long to reach back to you.

13:15 - great, i’ll grab you when it’s time. see ya.

Usually, you would have texted goodbye or chatted a bit more, but you were still tired from just waking up, so instead you just turned off your phone and rolled onto your side. Guess it was time to get up.

You sat up in bed before sliding out and standing up straight, stretching your arms out above your head as your feet started to lug you over to the bathroom to start getting ready. You opened up one of your drawers under the sink cabinet and grabbed your hairbrush, starting to brush through your locks of hair as you let your thoughts carry your mind.

Just a few days ago you had been at the infamous house of your skeleton friends, hanging out with the whole group for an anime night. The anime that Alpyhs and Undyne had gotten everyone hooked on came out with a new season, so everyone was gathered for the night with snacks and comfortable pyjamas to binge the new season all in one sitting.

It was great.

It had been great, just like every other hangout.

But since the space was a bit cramped for everyone, all of you were kind of budged together in front of the TV.

Toriel and Papyrus on the couch with you, Papyrus next to your side. Alphys and Undyne sitting on the floor in front of the couch, swaddled in blankets and cuddling each other while Asgore sat next to Undyne by the side of the couch so that his statuesque figure wouldn’t block the TV. Sans was coming back from the kitchen with some more popcorn since he had eaten through all of his (the chunk), and you had honestly been expecting him to also come to sit down on the floor in front of you since all the space on the couch was taken. It would have been funny, that way you could have kicked his back with your feet or teasingly poked at him as you both did to each other.

But instead, he came back and somehow wedged himself between you and Papyrus with a small ‘scoot over’ and his side was snug against yours, your arms together and your knees touching.

The contact was weird to you for some reason, and you were convinced that if the room wasn’t dark save for the illuminating glow of the TV, you most likely would have been caught with a blush around your face.

“i grabbed you some popcorn. take it before i scarf it down.” Sans’ voice whispered softly to you, and you glanced down at him to see his big eyelights meeting your gaze.

You showed a thankful smile to him, taking the bowl of popcorn out of his cold hands and setting it on your lap. “Thank you, Sans.”

Naturally, you focused back on the TV, trying to watch what was happening now. This seemed like an important episode, heaven forbid you miss something.

Your feelings had different plans though. Your stomach knotted a bit, and suddenly your popcorn wasn’t as appetizing. Why did you feel like this? Was it because of Sans? It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t brushed up close before or anything, he took naps leaning on you all the time, and you guys hugged every time you saw each other to say hello and goodbye. So why did it feel so weird to feel his femur pressed against your thigh?

You had been trying to mentally scan through all of the possible options, perhaps the food, or maybe the anxiety of the anime.

Even as you tried to sort through all the different possibilities, you knew what it really was. You knew that you were avoiding the possibility of having worked up feelings for Sans.

It wasn’t like you could stop yourself from feeling them. The two of you had just hung out so many times, seeing eachother almost three times a week if not more, and always calling when you weren’t hanging out. Not to mention that he was funny, remembered things about you, and overall was just a fun person to be around.

Who wouldn’t fall for someone like that?

It wasn’t like you were going to cook your entire friendship by saying something to him about it, even though you knew he wouldn’t stop being friends with you over something like that, and would probably joke about it a year or so after, but you just didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to maintain your dignity.

After accumulating your thoughts for a long time, you hear the familiar voice whisper to you again.

“wanna hang out on tuesday?”

So here you were, finished brushing your hair and now just doing touch-ups to your looks as felt needed as you did almost anytime before going out. You were just going to Grillbys, planning on eating, talking, and most likely going back home after several drinks of the estranged monster's alcoholic shots with pretty colors and fun swirls that you loved. It was the only alcohol that didn’t give you any headaches or hangovers, most likely because it dissolved into energy with a bit of spunk rather than going throughout your body and poisoning your liver.

You finished up in the bathroom and rushed over to your bedroom to get changed, picking out a more casual but still visually appealing outfit to wear this evening, and as you were pulling your shirt down over your head, you heard the doorbell ring.

Great, you weren’t even done dressing yet and you were left in your underwear and a shirt gripping to your arms and barely pulled down over your head. Napping the time away earlier wasn’t the best idea.

“Just come in! I’m getting dressed!” Your voice called out across the house, and you knew that Sans heard you when you heard the door open and close.

You quickly tugged on your other clothes and slipped on your shoes before skittering out of your bedroom to go greet Sans in the entryway.

Immediately your eyes went to his appearance, seeing that he had on black cargo pants and a sea-foam green T-shirt, something you’ve literally never seen him wear before.

You didn’t hug him this time as a greeting, instead just staring a bit awkwardly as you kept your hands down by your sides. “What’s up with the sudden outfit breakout? Did Papyrus finally make you get some new clothes?”

Sans snorted a bit unpleasantly before glancing off to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets. “nah. these were just sitting in the back of my closet untouched, figured i might as well break them out for the occasion.”

“The occasion?” You cocked your head to the left just a bit.

“the occasion,” Sans repeated, but did not elaborate any further.

“Well…” You started again, choosing to speak your thoughts. “You look really great.”

Sans’ permanent smile twinged up just a tad bit, something you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t trying to spot it. “thanks. you ready to go?”

He took one of his hands out from his pant pockets, holding it out to you with the expectation of you taking hold of it.

So, you did, and with the blink of an eye and a bit of a sinking feeling before landing back on solid ground, you were outside the door to Grillbys.

You grinned as you let go of his hand and pushed open the door for him. “Ladies first.”

He rolled his pinpricks as he walked in, making sure that you followed in behind him.

“Hey, Sans! Back already?”

“Saaannss! Didn’t think you’d show up tonight!”

“Welcome back, Sans. Taking care of Y/N?”

You had begun to become a bit recognized at Grillbys since you tended to show up here with Sans all the time, and it was a bit odd having people recognize you, but you slowly found yourself recognizing them and remembering their names and faces.

Sans ushered you to sit down at the bar next to him, and you greeted Grillby before Sans immediately rattled off the order of two baskets of fries, one for each of you, the same thing you both always got.

“gonna drink anything tonight?” Sans questioned, his low and appealing voice ringing softly in your ears.

Should you? You shrugged, glancing down at him and taking in the familiar face once more. “Maybe, I’m not sure. Depends on how good our conversation goes.”

Sans must have taken that as a challenge to keep you entertained, because when he wasn’t cracking jokes to you for the next 15 minutes, he was busy trying to airplane one of his fries over to you for you to eat, or was bringing up stupid would you rather questions.

“hmmm… let me think… would you rather have no eyelashes for a year…. or be bald for a year?”

Pssh, easy.

“No eyelashes, obviously.” You told Sans, swirling your fries in ketchup before taking a bite. “I can wear falsies and nobody would ever know. Wigs are a lot more expensive than eyelashes.”

Sans hummed as he listened to your reasoning, tapping his phalanges on the countertop of the bar. “i guess. but who knows? maybe you’d be really hot bald.”

“No way.” You snarked, shaking your head with a small smile on your lips and watching as Grillby set out a shot for you.

The alcohol was pink, and it had a lighter, almost glittery substance in it that was swirling around and made your drink look even more appealing. You traced your pointer finger around the rim of your shot glass, eyeing your drink for a few moments before looking to Sans who was staring at you like normal. You didn’t think too much of it since it was so common.

“Are you sure you’re not gonna drink anything?” You questioned, feeling a bit bad for letting yourself get tipsy when he was just sitting there scarfing down fries.

Sans shook his skull, giving a small shrug. “nah. i want to be sober tonight.”

Hm. Well, you weren’t going to hate on that, there was nothing wrong with wanting to be sober, but you did enjoy seeing him be a bit more goofy and delusional when he was under the influence. You picked up your shot glass, going to drink it down, but you paused when you heard Sans.

“uhm, actually, can we talk about something first?” His voice sounded a bit shy when he asked.

You raised an eyebrow, a bit skeptical of his question before you set your glass back down. “Don’t you dare ask me another would you rather question.”

“no, no, it’s not that.” Sans chuckled, his eye sockets crinkling up a bit before he went back to being more serious, playing out one of his quick expression changes. “i know that we hang out all the time. you’re my best friend, you know that?”

Weird. Was he having doubts or something? “Yeah, of course, I know that. You’re my best friend too.”

The assurance wasn’t the problem, because Sans spoke right after you did. “and we’ve been through a lot together, and i value that.”

Okay… You stayed quiet, letting him get out what he wanted to say.

“i know that we usually just hang out at each other's houses or go out to eat here, but… i’d like to take you out soon. on a date.” He surprisingly didn’t look too nervous or embarrassed about telling you this, and you could vaguely see a small tint on his cheekbones, but he looked perfectly normal other than that.

“Really?” You questioned, your cheeks heating up just a bit. “You’re not playing with me right?”

“why would i play about something like this?” Sans questioned you back, matching your head tilt. “i guess i’d say i’d like to get to know you better, but i think we both know each other like the back of our hands. i just want to take you on a date so that we can learn more about what we’d want romantically. if you’d… uh, want to.”

Were you hearing him right? It was hard to recall if you’ve ever even heard him talk about any romantic things, and here he was asking to take you on a date so that you could both discuss your romantic future together?

Sans was quiet when he noticed how silent you were being. “alphys and undyne said i should write a letter, but i’m not the best at those…”

Oh. Oh! You needed to say something!

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” You answered him, speaking a bit softer and easing up your gaze on him to a more loving one. “It would be good to discuss what to do since monsters and humans do dating differently.”

You watched as Sans’ pinpricks grew in size, and the vague blue tint on his face became more apparent. “really? you’d actually?”

“Who wouldn’t?” You laughed, slightly baffled that anyone would miss up on the opportunity to go out with Sans. “Where are we gonna go?”

Sans snorted at your question, clearly finding it a bit funny. “isn’t it obvious? grillbys.”

Duh. You picked back up your shot glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling the tingly magic dissipate in your mouth and throat and leaving a bit of a leftover tangy cherry taste on your tongue.

“Alright, Sans.” You scooted your barstool a bit closer to him, pressing your arm up against his as you stole one of his fries. “Why don't we just come back tomorrow?”

Sans didn’t even feign a look of fake offense when you took one of his fries, a bit too caught up with ogling at you. “yeah, i like the sound of that.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

Sanji As a Cam Boy (NSFW)

Imma do Zoro Next. Yes this is a new series.

CW: Twitter Links so turn ur volume down

Sanji

This slut would be the most open to it.

He wouldn’t care about showing his whole face however he loves close ups

He usually enjoys being a woman’s play thing or solos. Completely satisfying her while he records or is on live.

He’s surprisingly so good at what he does.

Honestly he is a new man on camera and it turns you on a little

Link 1: Like I said Sanji has an addiction to pleasuring women. It would more than likely be you he eats out and if you consent to it ofc and he’ll even make sure to never show your face. He hopes you say yes, lil cocky bastard wants to show the world he can make you cum so easily with his tongue. Plus, he just simply loves how you taste.

Link 2: If you do agree to be his little…side kick for his shows it will eventually turn into a show all about you. Sanji is absolutely in love with your pussy and that doesn’t limit to how much he loves playing with it with his cock or fingers. He never likes to tease you for too long though but seeing your slick get so wet all for him. He has to record it for the world to see.

Link 3: Sanji loves appreciating your tiddies. Small, big, perky, saggy he dont give af before he starts the real business off on his lives he takes his time giving all his attention to your chest. Murmuring how much he loves them.

Link 4: Like I said he’s YOUR plaything. He has no issues with you doing what you want. And if it means to sit back and relax as you stroke his cock just for his viewers to hear him moan and whimper so be if.

Link 5: His fans know about his smoking habit, and a very generous fan donated a request for him to fuck you while smoking. Luckily that wasn’t an issue when he figured out what position to do it in.

Link 6: Sometimes Sanji just likes to show his viewers how a typical night between you both go. You’d be in the bed relaxing and the moment you see him set up his camera in the corner of your eye you smirk. You try to ignore him on some days just to be a brat, but unfortunately it never works.

[el-warverine]

Hercules appreciation post

Hyping up his mans to get him un-stoned

Theyre married, your honor.

Got saved by his mans

Bro has no chill and i respect it

A couple that bullies together stays together

Sad hours strike too tho

Have emotions at least once a day challenge, heres mine:

One thing i adore about Herc x Logan is that its the only ship where Logan is fully in this role. I dont know what to call it. Hercules is older, bigger, stronger, more immortal. In the classic days of fanfiction.net that would just read as "bottom" or "sub" but i dont think that encapsulates what im trying to say.

Logan never gets to be the one looked after, the one being treated with particular care. It gets close with Wade because they are equals in many ways, but this is different. In a situation where these two are together, Logan is completely free of the protector role. It's not a role he dislikes (he takes to it fast and seems to revel in it frankly), but it is taxing. Hercules is so competent and powerful that if Logan is there its because they just want to be around each other.

Hercules also admires Logan in a way that is quite different from others, like a warrior admires another. Its not the devoted almost fan-like behavior of someone like Wade (which again i love poolverine obviously just different. Same, but different.)

Hercules also falls into "i can make him better" territory, as he's so lighthearted and noble he is the most sunshine coded partner Logan gets shipped with, rivaled only by Kurt. The key difference is that Logan can't dismiss Herc's optimism as naivete. Logan can believe Hercules acts with intent because Hercules is likely a step ahead, as an older partner usually is. (Which is how bad power imbalances can happen, but these two are centuries old, and that's not the vibe lmao)

I think that's why that sad hours moment is so important to me, because Logan knows the answer "Im gonna have to get used to this, wont i?". He may be younger than Hercules, but he has already lived a long time and lost many people. Still, although typically their meetings are airy, easy, and fun; Logan reaches out for comfort from Hercules. Hercules is a bit tentative with such seriousness, but he also went up to Logan in a cemetery. Hercules didn't stumble into being stuck with a grieving Logan by being unaware or any other excuse Logan could conjure for why someone would be forced to deal with him while he's sulking. For someone who struggles to feel wanted or welcomed, knowing your partner is a step ahead and purposefully engaging with you at every turn is an enormous comfort.

"You sought me out." Herc knew what he wanted, and Logan can give that to him. Herc wants undying company, and one thing Logan does best is survive.

"You sought me out." Is such an important aspect to this ship because Logan can be sure he is wanted, not because he is needed as a weapon or a shield, just to be there. The fact they meet up just to drink and talk is established here, and thats a big deal to me because Logan isnt exactly a social butterfly. If it isn't the Xmen who live and work with him, anyone else only seeks him out when they need him. They need tracking, killing, suicide missions, etc.

Herc just wants to shoot the shit and he wants Logan to be there. As much as Logan acts like he doesn't care for talking, he sure is drawn to talkative silly guys who never really shut up. He likes to sit there while they talk. Whether he's listening or not is debatable, but he's just happy to be there.