#okok shower time

[spiderwebd]

my amazing mutual who reblogs everything at 4 am my time so i wake up to 99+ notifications :3

Hehehehehe yw <3 /silly

[patchiko]

GIVE US MORE ABOUT NSFW AL JAYYY PLSSS

HRHSJSGAHS OKOK!!

NSFW Arkham Knight / Ak!Jason Todd !! <3

detailed smut !!

(wet dream, praise, soft sex 2 somewhat rough sex, not super long, , im so obsessed with his brain)

rq are open :3

‘tis under the cut!! :p

M’SO EXCITED TO WRITE MORE ABT HIM M’SHAKING AND THROWIFN UP

NGL, i think one of the only reason he would come to terms with liking someone is bc he had a wet dream…

listen,, 99% of his dreams are nightmares, and you just changed his fuckin statistics for the possibility to the 1% chance of him coming in his sleep and being able to rest well after.

he has mixed feeling abt this..

on one hand hes like ‘wow cool i get to sleep well,’ but on the other hands hes like staring at his boxers and hes like ‘but at what cost…’

but oh,, he just knew he was fucked when it first happened and he woke up

after many , many years of overthinking, and his mind not being able to shut up … the thing that made his ass get so quiet was a fuckin’ wet dream

uuhhggrr it was such a good one tooo (hes internally cringing so hard)

ONE hand in his hair, softly rubbing his scalp, the other massaging his shoulder to the base of his neck. Jason has both hands on your hips. Being so gentle yet passionate with each thrust, fighting back the nastiest sounds begging to leave his mouth. So he starts kissing you, open mouth kissing your jaw to just between where your neck and shoulders connect. The noises you start letting out make his breathing stutter for a second. His kissing gets more passionate, soft sucking at your skin, and he’s feverishly rubbing and grabbing at your hips.

The wet sounds of him fucking you get louder. Poor guy is just barely stopping himself from rutting into you. His strokes were slowly getting more rapid but nonetheless coordinated, hitting that spot that had you loudest. Jason was marginally coherent but he’s still trying his hardest to make you feel good. Your body returning the favor by squeezing him so lovingly and he just cant fight back the soft gasps he lets out in between his strokes. The wet sounds, the lewd noises, the details of your body and skin he felt every time he pushed into you. All of this just because of him, just for him? You babble to him how good he was doing, murmuring how good it feels between moans, and it has him gripping your hips.

JASONS rocking himself roughly into you, but its that ever so loving hand, still gently massaging his neck and scalp. That sensation has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Soft curses leaving his mouth. He buries his face right next to your head and has to grab the bed sheets just for an last attempt to stay composed. But the moaning gets louder, and you don’t stop gently massaging his hair.

So he can’t stop the “mmh, mmh, mmh” ‘s leaving his mouth with every rapid push of himself. He can’t stop the way his hands trail down to your legs to spread you wider for him. Grabbing at your thighs as he fucks himself through.

N’ just as he cums with a breathy gasp, his eyelashes are fluttering and eyes rolling to the back of his head. Letting his body weight press onto you and closing his eyes shut, trying to control his stammered breaths,,

he fuckin’ wakes up..!

First thought was “what the fuck.”

genuinely startled, he doesn’t freak out bad but he like slowly reaches to touch his pillow.

his mind was so blank, couldn’t tell if it was because of the wet spot on his sweatpants or he was genuinely so stunned.

*hes like scratching his head and looking at his pants.*

hes goes to take a shower and his eyes are so blown out he looks like one of those cat memes

but his mind is soo quiet,,

in my brain at the very back of his mind he’s like ‘whys there so much of it.’ HSIGSISHSISHSIDHS HES COMPLETELY SERIOUS TOO???

he’s taking a shower and his brain, oddly, isn’t foggy, not dissociating, just feels so here.

which is horrible because that means he really has to directly face his feelings

KRILLING MYSELF WHY IS HEART TO HEART PLAYING WHILE I WRITE THIS???

heart to heart, heart to heart, heart to heart <3

Next time he sees you he feels so odd, he knows it a natural thing that can happen.. but it was so

djsksnkdnd

tingling under his skin sensation is yelling at him to leave, and he does.

hes cringing

he likes you…

he cringes harder

ghosts you for awhile

realistically doesn’t want anything like that to happen ANYTIME soon

but is it weird that he kinda wants it to happen at all?

MENTAL GYMNASTICS COMMENCE !!

but when he stops ghosting you for awhile, and comes back to see you still being just as patient as you were every time you saw him before,

arms always open for him, food waiting for him, a sweet smile. and with your own patience, his own patience begins to thin.

Everytime he leaves you its a little harder for him to not come back

that tingly feeling under his skin slowly becomes a craving for just your presence. thats all he wants.

he doesn’t need to fuck you when he just has your eyes on him.

“what you run from is what you end up chasing.”

live footage of arkham knights brain cells falling for u insta reel

TEEHEE i loved writing this it was so fun, rq/inbox is open !! feedback is always appreciated >:3

[jockwrites]

LUST - p.b

warnings: smut, (over 20 asks for smut.) cursing, drinking, straight people

part: 3 (last part)

a/n: this prob bad and i didn’t proof read so lmk ok bye im gonna go ahead and post this

two months. that’s how long it’s been since the last time you’ve spoken to paige.

since she left that night, you can’t say it’s been better, but you’re definitely learning how to prioritize yourself.

the way she hurt you did enough damage, and the guilt she left within you made your blood boil.

but you can’t deny you miss her, because you do.

besides that, you’ve seemed to find yourself within the time period between the breakup.

you dyed your hair blonde, got the belly piercing you’ve been wanting, & you’ve started to get your nails & hair done more often.

to you, life has been great.

but the only thing that’s missing is your girl.

the girl who made you feel special, loved, prioritized.

but you have to accept the fact that she’s gone, and you’ve been coping with it.

besides all of that, tonight you’re going to a “night out” event at a local bar. sounds risky, but you need it after everything you’ve been through these last few months.

as you shower, washing out the dirt that’s been accumulating in your hair, you hear an incoming call from your best friend.

you open the shower door, water dripping from your arms as you go to answer it.

“i’m in the shower lilly what do you want.” you speak, annoyed.

“who the hell pissed in your cereal,” she asks, giggling, “but anyway what’re you wearing honey bun”

“well if you would’ve let me shower and actually figure out what i wanna wear then i could’ve given you a proper answer.”

“chill outtt jeez but ok. also paige is going”

“and how do you know this creep?”

“welll.. it was kinda on my for you page..?”

“why is she on your for you page to begin with?”

“ok not the point. but supposedly she’s going because of her brand deal with madison reed to celebrate something.. like i actually have no idea but look your best and make the bitch jealous ok byeee enjoy your shower,” she rambled.

after she hangs up, you immediately turn off the shower & get out to dry off.

you have to look perfect tonight.

you dry yourself, looking in the mirror as you wonder how you’ll pull this off. you know damn well you wanna see her.

you walk out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around you as you go to check your closet for outfits.

you grab your phone, calling your best friend to find opinions on what to wear.

“heyyyy girl are you in a good mood now?” she grinned over the phone.

“ok so not funny, also can you help me with what im gonna wear?”

“of course i’m literally like a fashion designer.”

“ok so, maybe not that but whatever helps you sleep at night!” you giggled.

“ok anyway, try on the outfits bitch i wanna see them.” she squealed.

“okok, give me a second.”

you proceed to look through your closet, finding a orange, short dress.

“is this cute?” you ask your friend, showing it to your friend over the phone.

“omg yes!! try it on now.”

you let out a laugh, taking your towel off to try on the dress.

you step into it, pulling it up as you fondle with the straps.

“okay, how do i look?” you smiled.

“so. fucking. good.” she complimented.

“okay don’t make my ego high, but wanna see the other dress?” you giggle.

“yes!! please.”

“okay girl okay” you replied.

you find another dress, purple, short, tight, & lacy.

again, you mimic your actions earlier and show it to your friend over the phone.

“ok, how’s this?”

“GORGEOUS. try it on. now.”

“okay creep.” you insulted.

you try on the dress, not really liking it. but of course, you let your friend put her 2 cents in on it.

“i don’t really like it but what do you-”

“yes. wear that. NOW. wear. it.” she nagged.

“holy shit, okay. but are you sure it looks good?”

“i said wear the damn dress!”

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you sit down to do your makeup, going for a sleek, not too much look.

“i know you wanna see paige tonight.” says your friend over the phone.

you grab your concealer out of your makeup bag, rolling your eyes at her idiotic but true statement.

“and if i did? who would it hurt?” you asked groggily as you pat the concealer on your under-eye.

“well, not saying it’d hurt me, but might hurt you. but what do i know, you know?” she says sarcastically.

“okay lilly.” you sass, adding your final touches to your makeup with powder and mascara.

“should i wear pearls or diamonds?”

“diamonds.”

“gold or silver?”

“silver duh.”

“kk thanks pookie, im gonna go though, text me when you’re ready! bye honey.” you hang up.

after you hang up the phone, you grab your curling iron to add extras touches to your hair. you wanna look perfect tonight.

after you’re all finished getting ready, you grab your keys and head out.

you get in your car and get a notification from your phone.

“Paige💕 just added a new post to their story!”

ironic.

it’s a picture of her and brittany, her fashion designer or whatever.

you roll your eyes, turning on your car. as you pull out, you get ready for whatever’s in store tonight.

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you pull into the parking lot of the bar, noticing a familiar car. it’s her car.

you walk in and the first thing you notice is your best friend, lilly.

she runs over to you, giddy and grinning.

“oh my gosh you made it finally! i was like so bored and also i seen paige and she looked at me weird like bitch-” she rambled, under the influence.

“lilly, calm down. where is she?” you ask, grinning.

“she’s over there i think, she was talking to some girl. it wasn’t her cousin,” she air quoted, “some other girl. i don’t know her though.. but how are you pookie,” she giggled.

“some other girl,” you ask, genuinely confused.

“girl enough about her! can we grab some drinks please??” she pouts.

“i guess lillian,” you laugh.

“yay!” she cheered as she grabbed you by your arm to get drinks.

you walk with her to the bar, asking the bartender for a dirty shirley. paige’s favorite.

she technically put you on, they’re so good.

“thank you,” you gesture to the bartender after receiving your drink.

“so you gonna talk to paige?” lilly asks, slurring every word.

“i won’t talk to her unless she talks to me,” you roll your eyes.

“well, speak of the devil she’s walking over here!” she bursts.

you turn your head, seeing paige walking over.

“ok im going to find a boyfriend or something ill leave you two to whatever this is bye!” she squealed.

as your friend leaves, paige approaches.

“hey.. how you been? you look.. hella different,” paige tells you, looking you up and down.

“is that a compliment?” you roll your eyes.

“yeah, you look good as fuck.” she licks her lips, her eyes locked on your figure in your dress.

“why are you over here again?” you sassed.

“i just wanted to know wassup with you. i miss you man, i know i fucked up.” she looked down, ashamed.

“so why’d you do it?” you ask, sipping your drink.

“listen, it was a mistake. ion know if you’d be able to forgive me but im dead serious, i- i didn’t mean it. i was speaking out of anger.” she stuttered.

she seems so genuine, there’s no way you won’t be able to forgive her.

“we all make mistakes. i just don’t understand why you’d do me like that, seriously. after everything? really?” you asked, perplexed.

“i know, i know. but im for real, you the only girl i want. do you know how many times i’ve thought about you today? yesterday? last week? i can’t get you off my mind.” she expressed.

“i met a girl about a week ago,” you admitted, “nothing like you. they’ll never be like you paige, no matter who i meet.” you let out a breathy laugh, knowing there’s 100% truth to your words.

paige grabs you up from your seat, pulling you by your waist to her chest.

“everything’s okay, im here now. and if it’s okay with you, i wanna be here tomorrow to. i wanna be here everyday, with you and only you.” she promised.

you wanna kiss her, but with the fame she has itll be on tiktok in 30 minutes.

shes thinking exactly what you’re thinking, and with the thoughts you two are sharing, she pulls you toward the bathroom.

just like when you two first met.

when she pulls you into the bathroom, she locks the door behind you two.

you bite back a moan as she pushes you against the wall, sucking on the soft spot of your neck.

“i missed this. fuck, i missed you.” she spoke hungrily against your neck, her voice raspy.

“fuck, paige i missed you too. so much,” you breathed, needy for her touch.

“you want me to fuck you in this bathroom?” she huffed as she pulled up the hem of your dress.

“fuck. of course i do,” you gasped. the sudden gesture catching you off guard.

“mm, i know you do.” she groans as she sinks to her knees, pulling down your panties.

she looks up at you before placing her tongue flat against your clit.

no warning, just getting straight into it.

you throw your head back into the wall, the ecstasy of her tongue arousing you.

“oh fuck paige, just like that, shit,” you whimpered loudly, raking through her hair as she works her magic below you.

your hips buck against her face, her tongue swirling around your clit. you’re starting to get dizzy from all the overstimulation.

she sucks on your clit, lapping her tongue in your folds.

her tongue flicks against your clitoris, making your breath hitch.

she grabs your calves, holding your legs in place while she eats you out driving you senseless.

“stay still,” she whispered against your pussy, the vibration driving you insane.

she dips her tongue inside you, gripping your thighs desperately.

“fuck, paige i’m trying-” she slides her tongue up your pussy, leaving a line of spit as she inserts two fingers inside you, cutting you off.

“holy shit, i’m gonna cum,” you grunted.

“do it, right here,” she rasped out, sucking on your clit eagerly.

she speeds up the motion of her fingers inside you, curling them as she hits the exact spot to make you cum.

she continues to lap at your pussy, sucking on your clit constantly.

“shit baby, you taste so good,” she moans against you.

as you clench against her fingers, she removes them.

she continues to pleasure you with her tongue, making up for the loss of her fingers.

“paige, fuck! i’m gonna cum,” you cried out, your knees going limp.

you finally reach your climax, your body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. the time slows down for you, your pulse beating faster and faster as your vision goes static.

paige looks dead in your eyes, pulling herself back up.

“i don’t wanna lose you again, i love you,” she whispers against your neck, pushing your hair behind your left ear.

“paige,” you breathe, your chest heaving. “i don’t wanna lose you again either. i love you,” you profess.

“good,” she kisses you, cupping your cheeks as you taste yourself in her mouth.

after the intense sex and encounter, you try to freshen yourself up by fixing your dress & hair.

“stop, you look perfect,” she calmed you.

“we can go back out now? how long have we been in here?” you giggle.

“it’s alright baby, i got it.”

as you two walk out, you realized the party kinda died down.

paige looks down at you, smirk apparent on her face.

“you tryna go home so i can show you something?” she grins.

“that’s a crazy question, duh.”

a/n: i finally finished this holy crap. anyway hope you guys enjoyed i can’t write long smut so this is all you get until i learn how to properly write it 😞 ok bye thanks for waiting bc my asks are horrid and you guys rushed me to finish this :-| also not proof read i don’t feel like it ahahah…………

[miguelswifey04]

okok hear me out. miguel with a sunshine!fem!spidey!reader?? she’s literally his world and he loves her so much, sometimes he’ll call her over to the break room where it’s just them and he’d passionate kiss her—sending her back out feeling all dazed and fluttery from the kiss, leaving everyone confused.

and OTHER times…let’s just say that miguel looooves the pretty pretty sounds that leave her mouth whenever they’re fucking—(size kink warning!) let’s be real, miguel is 6’9. the kinds of orgasms he would give her would take such a toll on her body like oh my gosh, he would leave her breathless truly. and he doesn’t wanna ever hurt her so after they have sex he showers her with cuddles and kisses, rubbing her back and helping her get her breathing right; regulating it.

GOOD GOD THIS IS SOOO GOOD HELP almost fell off from my beach chair (i’m reading this at the beach with my family presents and i’m blushing like a madman)

🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

miguel loves how bubbly and how you’re a walking sun that shines so bright—he adores you and he adores you way to much that he will do anything to hear those pretty sounds you always make when he’s buried deep inside of your tight wet pussy. he loves how you take him so fucking well and god he can’t get enough of how sponges the walls of your pussy fells like every time his cock pumps ferociously—in and out of you. “awww, how’s my good girl doing?” he’s purposefully would whisper in your ear from behind you his strong frame is pressed against your smaller frame. he loves how big and powerful he is, taking you from behind as he’s fucking you hard, gripping on the fat of your hips and your feet don’t even touch the ground. he’s got you angled up against him as his hips snap against your ass. you’re holding on for dear life against the desk but don’t worry he has a tight grip on you. he isn’t letting you go any time soon. you love how powerful and big he feels, and you’ve always had a thing for big muscular men.

he’s also the type of man to switch positions especially where he’s standing up & he wraps your legs around his waist. he holds your body safely against him as his cock is deep inside you, and his teeth’s sink into the flesh of your shoulder. you squirm and moan out loudly feeling the sharp pain of his teeth’s being replaced by pleasure so good that you don’t know whether to cry or moan. your body shakes against him but that makes him want to pound into your harder. he loves the way your body responds to him and he will do anything to fuck out orgasms after orgasms from you. he’s very good at knowing your sweet spots as this isn’t the first time he’s fucked your brains out.

“i know you can take this, my love. you always know how to take this cock so well,” he’d praise you and maybe he’ll slow down just a bit if you’re struggling to keep up but he knows you’re strong to take a man of his caliber. and he’s proud just how good of a girl you’re being for him. he loves how perfect you feel against him, “this pussy was made just for me.” you both hear voices from outside the control room but that makes him wanna fuck you harder so that people could hear you. you were never one to be good at keeping quiet just because of how good miguel was at fucking you but that made things more exciting for miguel. miguel didn’t care if people ever heard you or not, they shouldn’t question him since he’s the boss…but deep down he likes it. he wants everyone to know you’re his and his to touch. to claim. and to love you so hard that he’s got you begging him to fuck you faster.

the sweetest thing after you both are done is he cares for you as if it was your guys first time. he puts you down after making you cum roughly around 10 times, and he’ll make sure you’re clean and taken care of. the afterglow after sex is something miguel will never get tired of. you always look so pretty afterwards, and he never fails to compliment you. he cuddles with you and then once you’ve both relaxed, he’ll take you out to eat and he does so each and every time. he has never had someone as good as you who can take him so fucking well. but, nonetheless, he loves you a lot and he’ll remind you of that.

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a/n: i wrote this at the BEACH LOLOLOL so sorry if there’s errors <33

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Can I request JJ and Pope being in poly relationship with a female reader? NSFW and SFW pls if you can

AHHH id love to THANK YOU SK FORB THIS

SFW

- they’re very much so in denial at first, and they both are strictly dating you for a little. That is until you finally get them to admit how gay they are for each other.

“Just admit it, you guys are so in love!” You attempted, watching both boys shake their heads but look at each other at the same time.

“Nope.” JJ protested.

“I mean… I’ve thought about it, but I don’t think I really…”

JJ’s eyes snapped up to meet his, quirking an eyebrow. “You’ve thought about it…?”

you’re wearing a smirk and clapping your hands together in victory.

- anyways they are literally the best bfs ever. popes the more calm and romantic one. He’s the one that ends up cleaning your guys messes a lot.

-and JJ is the more chaotic but charming one. It’s a perfect balance.

- days usually start like this…

“JJ, what did I tell you about leaving your clothes on the ground?” Pope groaned, frustrated as he picked up the boys dirty clothes and threw them into a hamper.

“Sorry!” He shouted from the living room, you giggling at the boys.

- anyways dates are a mix of super cute and also chaotic. Like you guys cannot go anywhere without jj saying some dumb shit that makes you both look at him with a “seriously dude?” look.

- but you both love him for it anyways.

- JJ is also the most protective one in the relationship. Doesn’t let anyone say shit about either you or pope. has gotten into multiple fights for it and will continue to do so, Pope is lecturing him and telling him to stop before he gets locked up and your wrapping his wounds. He is more obvious and loud about his affection.

- and Pope is the most secretly affectionate out of the two of you. He showers you both in compliments, most of them discrete.

- JJ is one for pda and pope is not.

“Jesus, stop- stop, both of you.” He shot you both warning glares, watching you both be those couples who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

“Oh, so I have a super hot girlfriend and im supposed to not wanna touch her all the time? That doesn’t make sense.” JJ teased, wrapping an arm around you.

“We are literally outside a McDonald’s.”

- they both scream casual dominance !! specially pope

NSFW

- okok AHHH. pope is much more gentle with sex, he’s the one telling JJ to be slower sometimes, to go easier on you..

- JJ is more fast and fervent when it comes to sex. He practically pounces on you both.

- THREE. WAY. KISSES!! All of you love em and they’re just so so sexy.

- and watching pope and jj kiss? oh my fucking god.

- you all pope always have hickeys. Jj just loves them too much.

- if you’re into anal, JJ loves fucking your ass while Pope has your pussy :3 he calls it his hole, and pope calls him a freak for it.

- speaking of freakiness I think we all know jj wins in that category. He dgaf, he pretty much down for anything and everything.

- also pope has the biggest fucking load ever. when you first fuck you and jj are like 👁️👁️ does it ever stop?

- two words. Eiffel Tower.

- you ask to hold them when their soft. And jj is like why not and pope looks at you both like you’re from another planet.

[writtenicarus]

Favourite jegulus headcannons.

like ALL of your favourites

ANONNN okok so i actually got another ask asking for all my jegulus hcs but ive been neglecting it bc fic writing is taking all my energy but i will answer with some favs from this ask

• trans reg + his "i have a pad and hot water bottle and chocolate and noise-cancelling headphones and a jumper to tie around your wais-" bf

• james will cry if regulus doesn't pat with his hair and tell him he did good today

• james' glasses turn reg on

• reg sits on james' lap but only when he feels like someone's flirting with him

• james is baby and regulus is my love/angel

• james literally worships the ground that regulus walks on but several times regulus has to remind him to set boundaries bc that isn't healthy

• they shower together. it is a must.

• james loves skinonskin contact when they sleep

nsfw below the cut

• james makes reg beg for it because he just loves seeing him being put in his place for once

• aftercare is very important for them

• they're the kings of quickies. they will literally get away with it ANYWHERE. reg has 100% jerked james off under a table at dinner

• submissive top james and dominant bottom reg (most of the time)

• they could be going at minimal pace but the moment reg says james' name in a low breathy voice he will instantly cum

that's basically all of my musts when i write them <33

[sourlemonsprout]

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚢𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

Alphonse x gn!reader

Boo helps Alphonse re-touch his hair dye. 

Word Count: 784

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

It was late at night, and Boo had been lounging all alone in Al's bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok when suddenly, a loud noise in the other room startled them. 

"UGH, Damnit!" Boo heard Alphonse frustratedly yell. Lowering their phone, they craned their head to the side, listening intently for any more noises. 

What the hell is going on out there? 

After a few moments of silence, Boo flung the blanket on their lap off to the side and swung their legs out of bed. They wandered silently down the hallway, pausing at the sight of light filtering out from the slightly ajar bathroom door. As they peered into the crack, they saw Alphonse leaning over the countertop, shirtless with a messy towel covered in old hair dye stains draped over his bare shoulders. Another dirty towel hung over the faucet head, and a box of hair dye with its contents spilled out across the counter. Al was vigorously rubbing at a spot on his neck when his eyes met Boo's through the mirror. 

"Hey there creeper," He smirked mischievously, tilting his head to the side. 

"I was wonderin' what you've been up to. I thought you said you were gonna take a shower?" Boo smiled, pushing the door open wider so they could rest against the doorframe. 

"Well, I was, but I was tryin' to touch up my roots first. It wasn't supposed to take this long. Admittedly, I shouldn't have started this when I was so damn tired." He let out a big sigh as he turned to face his Boo. They surveyed the room, which looked like a bomb went off with hair tools and products strewn about haphazardly. Then there were the streaks of pink smudged across Al's neck and face. Boo couldn't help but find the situation amusing, and a series of giggles fell from their lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Al pouted. 

"I don't know, it just- the whole time we've been together I've never seen you dye your hair before," they shrugged.  

"Besides, I thought you'd be a pro at this by now!" they laughed. 

"Hey now, don't bully me, I'm tired!" he chuckled. 

"Soo... you want some help with that?" They offered, pointing at the messy jar of hair dye with a thin brush sticking out the top. Alphonse glanced back at the jar and then up at himself in the mirror before letting out a tired sigh.

"I suppose you can't do more damage than I've already done." he chuckled. 

"Okok, gimme a second!" Boo said excitedly before rushing away. A few moments later, they returned wearing an old oversized t-shirt, lugging a chair in one hand and two Laffy Taffy ropes in the other. 

"Here," they shrugged the chair forward towards Al.

"Sit on this. Otherwise, I'll never be able to reach the top of your head." Alphonse took the chair and positioned himself so Boo could access the sink and countertop with ease. 

"Thanks, babe," Al said softly, pulling at the wrapper of his Laffy Taffy candy. Boo turned on some soft background music before getting to work. They scooped up the jar of pink dye and stirred it to check the amount of product left. Although it was a bit messy, Al seemed to have covered most of the spots towards the back of his head that required attention. Boo gently turned Al's face to the side and started to apply thin layers of pink dye to the bleach-lightened areas on the side of his head. Alphonse quietly watched through the mirror as Boo worked on his hair, the Laffy Taffy rope hanging from the side of their mouth as they focused on the task at hand.

In no time, both sides were done. All that was left was some of the top and front parts of the hair. As they stepped in closer, Al inhaled deeply, taking in the calming humming and scent that filled his senses and made his heart flutter. Mindlessly, his hand brushed gently along the side of Boo's thigh.

"Hey, what are you doing silly?" Boo said, stopping mid-brush as Al tilted his head up to look into their eyes, a dopey smile spread across his blush-kissed face. With a firm yet delicate motion, Al grabbed the sides of Boo's waist and pulled them down into his lap. 

"I appreciate you takin' care of me, you know that right?" He said, running his hand alongside their jaw to cup their face.

"I know," they hummed lovingly. The two looked at each other and smiled, the air between them felt almost electric. Without another word, Alphonse pulled Boo in, their lips meeting in a soft, sweet kiss. 

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

The End <3

[vampiretendencies]

this is a thought i had and i have to share, so we know JJ is clingy and loves to shower with reader. i can't help but picture the two love birds showering very sweetly, washing eachother and cuddling and hugging and such, until JJ somehow needs more physical contact as if they aren't already almost fused together, tries to maneuver the two of them in a weird way, unsuccessfully, he slips because the shower is slippery and just, flings both him and reader to the ground in a mess of limbs and soap😭😭😭💀💀💀 no one gets actually hurt but i just picture him trying to keep them both from falling and then completely landing atop reader as she goes just "oof" because JJ is BUILT. and then them both laughing because let's be real it would be too funny. this mental image gave me joy so i wanted to give you joy too💃🫶🫶🫶

okok i love this anon, i smiled stupidly when reading it :,) so let me just tell give a little insight as to how i’d picture it, based off of this ! (i adore when y’all send me stuff like this)

JJ perfers sentimental, affectionate showers over sexual ones.

To just know and continue discovering your skin.

The shower didn’t have to require sex to do that.

Every crevice, every nook and cranny, every indention in skin, any freckle, any mole, or any scar.

Doesn’t matter where, he’s going to treat it with gentleness as if it were he first time touching another’s skin.

It was so intimate, so devotion-like and freeing to know someone so.

And to feel comfortable was a necessity.

JJ isn’t even ranked as clingy at this point, he’s in his own category of wanting to take a permanent glue stick and sticking you him so that he’s physically there to witness your every body movement.

He’s that lovesick and manic over you.

He just can’t get enough, and vice versa of course.

You were flush against the front of JJ, arms snaking around your waist whilst he washed your chest, the couple nearly being in the position for the past thirty minutes.

Just stuck and relishing in everything that is.

Your eyes were closed, leaning back into him like it was the last moments of your life— and even still, even it were you couldn’t be more pleased

Nakedness being surreal, the skin to skin contact emphatically felt like a dream.

He hummed in your ear, cooing sweet everything’s.

Blonde locks soaked and pointing every which way, but he was just existing right now with you. Praying that he’d never have to leave this shower, that you’d be willing to stay in it long enough that the both of your bodies would turn wrinkly.

“You gonna wash the rest of me yet?”

You stammered, if anymore relaxation have begun to take over you might slumber here and now.

He couldn’t lie, he’d just been gawking at you the entire time.

In awe that you were his woman.

His kind of woman.

“Fuck washing honestly, just wanna’be closer to you, baby.”

Of course the two of you would bathe, but it’s JJ he always has to find a way to get unearthly close to you.

With one swift motion he throws the soapy sponge to the other end of the shower, whilst the both of you share laughter.

Up until, JJ decides to make about the most idiotic move he could’ve made. Trying to spin you around to face him, would typically flatter you— as he had it all planned out to lift you up and beam at you with glee and pure lovingly stares, and allowing his hands to roam more freely.

JJ’s long muscular arm, elongates itself in hopes of scooping you upward and back into him. But that was still a mistake as you are gliding in place trying to keep your balance, ultimately to stumble directly on your ass.

Running water blinding you so much that you don’t see the much more built figure falling down directly on top of you. In an act to help you up, he didnt notice his feet in the same pile of soap suds that you’d just fallen in.

Slipping, falling, and in love.

“Ow,” you proclaim, not necessarily hurt but mainly suprised at the figure ontop of you squashing you in such a way.

You may as well have been a bug.

But, you didn’t mind it. No, not at all.

“Fuck me, you good baby?”

“Perfect.”

Veins intricately bursting from his toned arms, leaning upward as you forcefully pull him down.

“Just stay like this.”

“Want me to just lay on top of you?”

“Just like this.”

You charm him with a toothy grin, surprised that you managed the fall that well. The two of you sharing more laughter, replaying the slip over again in your minds.

[fcthots]

okok hear me out.. jason really liking readers boobs. he loves grabbing them and holding them, even non sexually. he likes to rest his head on them, it’s comforting for him!!

i do think he likes to suck on them…. maybe it has something to do with his slight mommy kink but god he loves to suck on your boobs. he doesn’t care abt the size he just loves your boobs. (king tbh. i’m a b-c cup depending on the brand and i’m tired of only big boob appreciation…)

anyways jason loves ALL of readers body but i’m just thinking abt boobs rn…….

-🧸

I have been WAITING to answer this ask bc I needed it to be perfect. I think about this all the fucking time. He LOVES your tits no matter the size. Also @hearttjason ‘s ask is incorporated in here too. <3

It’s not even sexual. Like he absolutely loves your tits when you have sex, but right now? It’s not even anything sexual. You’re laying with your back against his chest and eventually you feel he snakes his hand underneath your shirt. It’s a common occurrence; you keep your eyes on the screen and he’s into that. Soon enough his hand has made its way underneath your bra and now both hands are resting over your boobs and intermittently squeezing. He’ll occasionally roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He just want to feel you.

Later on in the night, you’re laying in bed with your back supported by pillows against the headboard, watching your favorite shitty sitcom. Jason walks in from the bathroom after his shower. His hair is wet and dripping into his eyes, his pupils are blown large. He’s staring at you and you can tell what he wants without ever even fully looking at him. You sigh even though you’re starting to get a little excited (it makes him hornier). You love how much he loves you.

“C‘mere.”

He wastes no time getting to the bed as you toss off your shirt, and he slides his hands under your bra to get it off. He throws it to the side and your eyes remain on the screen in front of you as he squeezes one of your tits in his hand. He puts his lips around the other’s nipple; he’s entirely focused on you, licking, sucking, and gently biting until your breathing gets heavy. He doesn’t want to put too much attention on one and leave the other unsatisfied, so he’s constantly switching. You thread your fingers in his hair to gently keep his face buried where you want it. He pants and moans until eventually your eyes become transfixed on him and the tv gets turned off. You gently tug on his scalp and he moans out “mommy”.

“You feel so good baby, don’t stop.”

[satorena]

i’d sell my firstborn for a face reveal 🙏🏻 PLEASE

OMG ????? okok i’m gonna shower and by the time i’m done i’m deleting this 😞😞😞

missed it !! maybe next time x

[giyuu-is-lonely7]

hi, if you are still writing for Song Taehoon, can you please write headcanons or a post about your first time with him (fem reader), but if not, that’s okay

HC of your first night with him: Taehoon Seong x F!Reader

Ahh! My first anon ask ever. So I don't write NSFW, but i can write head canons for the before and after and a little on what happens in the middle. i'm not sure if this is what you meant. As you can tell I'm not good at 18+ content sooo.

OKok

Taehoon would be the kind of guy to ease into things. Take some time to actually set the mood. Check you to see if you're ready.

He'd want to do it somewhere comfortable for both parties, so off to the bed the two of you go.

This is the first for you two as a couple, so of course he'd make it your best.

He'd have the stuff ready in his side table near his bed.

First thing he would do is ogle at you. He's a hot guy and he's had hot girls try and have a go at him, but as well all know this boy is loyal asf.

And when I mean ogle, I mean it. Minutes he'd spend looking at your naked body, taking in every detail.

And now the fun part.

His shirt off as he, y'know, makes your legs shake and quiver as his fingers plunge in and out of you.

After you're hot and flushed because of that, he'd move on to what he'd call the fun part.

With a condom on, he'd make you moan out his name is flustered breaths as he thrusts his 🍆 into you will as much force as his kicks

after all that excitement.

He'd clean both the two of you in a shower, change the sheets, and then go out for junk food.

buy some ice cream while out, then chill and lay in bed together as you both fall asleep in each other's arms

[happy-beeeps]

Day 6/7: Gifts and Stars

Summary: After educating Din on the holidays of your home system, you realize you forgot to get him a gift for one of the most important.

WC: 3.4k oops

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT NSFW MINORS DNI!!!!! Massage, fingering, handjob, p-in-v sex, reader is afab. Unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it! Soft smut!!!

A/N: okok so I've alreaady lost the plot but my goal is to get 8 AND 9 out tomorrow so I'm back on track. As an apology, please expect 3.5k words of gratituots Din smut and feelings.

18+ Only Below the Cut

Din had been incredibly receptive the first time you told him about the holidays of your home system. He had celebrated your family and home together during the festival of the hearth, had cooked local foods during the independence celebration. Now, it was time for your favorite holiday, and the one you were most anxious about.

Amordi wasn’t, like, entirely a holiday built around sex. It wasn’t not that but, like any good holiday, there was a fable behind it.

Of course, no one really knew the fable anymore but, there was a point—at some point.

What Amordi was now was an excuse to be in love, or to celebrate being in love. Little kids would pick each other flowers, or shower their parents in handmade gifts. Friends would spend the day together, gushing over one another with platonic love and declarations of a friendly devotion.

Couples… did a number of things.

The hip, young people were taking spice, claiming that the drug made them connect with their partners and made getting physical all the more sensational. Older couples spent the day holding hands, looking at holovids of their weddings, pampering each other with the kind of devotion only decades can bring.

You hadn’t really thought about you and Din—didn’t even tell him about it. How do you tell your partner, “Hey, there’s a holiday coming up, and it’s expected you’re going to give me a shit ton of gifts and also the fucking of a lifetime?” You just decided to avoid it altogether.

That is, until the early evening of Amordi, when Din placed a small, wooden box on the table in front of you, while you were busy trying to spoon feed an incredibly angry 50-year-old baby.

“Happy Amordi.” He said, sitting down beside you and tapping his thumb on your chin. “I hope you like it.”

You nearly dropped the spoon in shock. Fuckkriffdankferrik how had he found out? How had he known-

“I can use the holonet too, you know?” Was his response to what must have been a look of sheer terror, and he laughed at the blush that now painted your face.

“Figured you were too old for that.”

He placed a hand on his chest and rocked back in a gesture of fake wounding. “Just open the present.”

You did as you were told, opening the small wooden box to reveal a beautiful, thin bangle of shiny metal. Along the side was a carefully inscribed mudhorn surrounded by a collection of small stars, and the realization hit you.

“Din, this is beskar.”

“I know.”

“This must have cost you a fortune,”

“It didn’t, she owed me a favor.” He picked up the delicate bracelet, how it sent a flutter down your stomach to see how delicate things looked in his hands, and showed you how to open and close it; a small clasp on the side. “It would’ve been worth it anyways.”

The she was not lost on you, and the implications of the armorer standing over her forge, making you a bracelet? It was enough to bring tears to your eyes. “Din, really, this is too much.”

“But look how well you wear our crest.”

It’s the softness in his voice when he says “our” that gets you, and you place a hand on the cheek of his helmet, kicking yourself for not shutting the windows already. “It’s beautiful, Din. I can’t thank you enough.”

An hour later, and you’re trying to find a way to thank him enough. You don’t have time to go into town, it’s at least a half hour each way on the speeder, and you are not an efficient shopper. His birthday isn’t for a few months, so you haven’t gotten his gift yet. In fact, the two of you decided to forgo Life Day gifts, choosing instead to deck out Grogu’s nursery with all the bits and bobs he could ever need. Now, as Din settles the baby to sleep in the other room, you’re panicking.

Your closet is a nightmare, and you don’t even know how you acquired so much shit. Like, truly, there is so much shit in here. And none of it is helpful. At the very bottom of a pile of your things, you find a small, black wrapped package you remember picking up the one time Din took you on to a quarry on Canto Bight. An idea pops into your head. It’s a little tacky, and admittedly a cop out, but you’ll make it up to him tomorrow with a nice breakfast and something from town. For now, this will have to do.

When Din walks into the room, you’re smitten by the way the soft candlelight reflects off of his armor. You’re perched on the edge of the bed in a short, satin robe, a deep blue with shimmering stars sprayed across it. Next to you is a bottle of oil, something fancy he had gotten you on Naboo once, and you gesture to your bed. “It’s time for your gift.”

If you could see his eyebrows, you know they’d be cocked. One hand falls to his hip as the other lifts his helmet off his head, freeing his face to you at last. His expression is skeptical, but he’s grinning. “Are you the gift?”

“Please,” you scoff, motioning him to sit down and guiding him by the shoulders. The house Karga had gifted you was the perfect size for your family but, you and Din being the selfless parents you were, had chosen the smaller room. There was something so domestic about his form, large and demanding, in the small space, made even smaller by the fact that you refused to compromise on the size of the bed. “I’m giving you a massage.”

Din doesn’t say anything at first, but he does move to help you with all the buckles and clasps of his armor. Soon enough, he’s clad in just his underlayers, and you’re quick to help him out of his shirt, exposing his tanned, scarred skin to you.

“Stop oogling me,” he says, but there’s no venom in his words. Instead, his barb lands exactly where it should, and you gently push him backwards onto your bed, and poke at his hips.

“Move, flip over.”

“This is so romantic,” he says, deadpan, “I love when you prod me like a bluurg.” He listens, of course, and moves to lay tummy down on the bed.

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you hoist yourself up and perch yourself on the squishy part of his ass. You reach off too the side (earning a grunt from Din) and drip some of the oil onto your hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. Once you feel it’s been adequately warmed, you drag your hands from his lower back up to his shoulders and press. 

The groan Din lets out is genuinely orgasmic. You’re not sure he’s ever made a sound like that before, and to hear it at the result of your hands is… a little enticing. You work the tense muscles there, pushing your knuckles and the pads of your fingers into the knots so tense they feel like they’re made of duracrete.

“Kriff, what do you do all day, carry around bricks?”

“No, just you and the kid.” 

You send a poke to his side and his laugh rumbles through the mattress. You work him slowly, hands coming up his neck to rub at the tender spots you know his helmet digs. They drag down, along his lower back and the base of his underwear, rubbing the sore expanse of skin there. Din says little, save for “that feels good,” or “kriff, there’s a spot.” His voice is muffled into your bed, and you don’t miss the way he slowly melts like butter beneath your hands.

You figured when it was all said and done, you’d make out, fuck, and go to sleep. You know, like adults. It’s Din, it takes very little for you to want to jump his bones, and today wasn’t an exception. What you don’t expect is for the heat in your belly to grow with every tender press of your hand, or the way his groans sound deeper, more guttural with each push. You relish in the sweet joy of caring for a man who has made it his soul purpose to care for you, to protect you.

You often forget this is a man who has killed, killed for you before. You often forget how little you’ve grown to mind it.

You treat him so softly it makes your heart throb. Din deserves every good thing in this world, every buttery breakfast pastry from the cafe that just opened in town to the freshest pot of caf in the morning. You’re almost at the brink of moving beyond turned on and into pure, uncorrupted adoration when Din groans and unexpectedly pushes backwards against you, causing you to fall off of his back and onto the other side of the bed.

He sits up, then moves off the bed, standing at its foot. You simply stare up at him, his tall form, completely armorless in front of you, heart fluttering at the way his eyes rake the rest of your body.

He reaches to grab you, his hands fitting under the crooks of your arms and hoists you towards him, pulling you up off the bed and standing in front of him. His fingers fall to the soft silk of your robe, and drip down to the thin tie, dangling limply in front of your now aching core.

“Wanna give you another gift.”

“Din, I’ve hardly even given you a gift.”

“You’ve given me plenty, cyar’ika.”

His hand is tugging at the tie in an instant, and the traitorous bow falls loose almost immediately. You stand before him in the rest of the set, the lacy little thing you’d bought when you were waiting around for him in Canto Bight. It matches the robe, and his eyes water at the sight.

“The stars match my bracelet.” Is all you can offer him, feeling suddenly so exposed and so incredibly turned on. You need him now, and need him bad, more than you think you’ve needed him since the day you two got married.

“Sweet–I can’t even say the things I want to say to you now when you act so sweet.” His voice is flustered, deep. His eyes are darkened with lust and he snakes one hand around your waist, the other playing with a piece of hair that dangles dangerously close to your breast. “Want to do so much for you, mesh’la. Want to make the rest of your life so easy.”

“I don’t need easy, I just need you.” You whisper, and the sound he makes in response sends a shockwave to your core.

He’s on you in an instant, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss equal parts passionate and longing, like he’s been waiting to devour you for a lifetime. You can taste the wine you shared at dinner on his breath, and it shoots a spark in your brain. You will love this man for the rest of time and even then you’d find a way to come back to him.

His lips move to your neck as his arms guide you softly to the bed, your back flush with the mattress. It’s warm from where he was laying earlier, and he moves his body on top of yours, caging you in. You’re completely surrounded by Din–his scent, his body. You’re completely in bliss.

He kisses you further, dropping his lips from your neck, to your collarbone, to the soft curve of your breast, his hand snaking underneath you to shimmy your bra open. He breaks for a moment when he does to give you a moment to shimmy the garment off, and runs a hand through his hair.

“I will never get enough of you.” He says, thumb rubbing a soft circle against your peaked nipple. He launches back down to you a moment later, his tongue replacing his hand. He sucks at the tender flesh of your breast, nipping at the soft bud, and his hands begin to snake down your hips, hooking under your panties and you shimmy a bit so he can pull them clean off. One hand presses your hip firmly into the mattress, while the other makes soft, circular motions along your inner thigh. You try to buck into his touch but his hand presses harder, and you can feel him laugh against your breast.

“Din, please,” you beg, and he breaks away for a moment, his hand sending a soft, teasing touch against your slit. When he finds it nearly completely soaked, he groans, his head burying itself in your neck. 

“You are so good to me, so soft and perfect.”

He sucks at your neck then moves back to kiss you, a finger moving to make slow languid circles against your clit.

The sensation makes you cry out into his mouth, and he quickens his pace just slightly before pushing a digit inside of you. The sensation of being filled at all has you near begging him to do something, anything, for how bad you need him. 

“Din, please, need you,”

“I haven’t given you your gift yet,” is all he says when he breaks your kiss, smirking at you slightly. Din is quiet, never too chatty, and you’re always surprised by the sudden bold streak he gets in bed. 

He slips another finger in and hooks justright, and quickens his pace along your clit, his movements eager. He knows how to work your body, knows each spot to press, each motion to do. It’s one of the blissful things about him, how easily the two of you can read each other.

It also means he can read that the coil in your belly has tightened rather dramatically, and you’re just about to snap.

“Come on baby, let me feel you,” he murmurs as presses at just the right spot on your clit, hooks just the right spot inside that you swear only he can reach. You’re cumming around his fingers near instantly, your orgasm sending tingles down your spine, through your fingers. 

Instead of breaking away and immediately moving to remove his pants, as you’d hoped, he shifts down, moving himself so his face is right in front of your core, pressing slow, sloppy kisses to your thigh.

No, no no. You wanted to treat him this was supposed to be his gift. You’re already one orgasm in the whole, and you won’t last long with his mouth on you.

“No, Din, wait,” you start, and he backs up immediately.

“What’s wrong, do you want to stop?”

“Yes, but it’s because I need you in my mouth,” you start, moving towards him as he backs up onto his knees, and you push the waistband of both his pants and boxers down. You see the slight panic in his eyes calm at this, and he helps you remove his clothes, but he pauses when you reach for his cock, throbbing and already leaking precum.

“But what if I need you on my mouth?” He replies, and you groan, trying again to reach for him. He’s soclose and looks so good from here, you can’t resist him. 

“Din, seriously, this is your gift,”

“I feel like we’re past that, let me,”

“How about,” you pause, finally catching him and begin slowly pumping his cock in your hand. You can see him fight the groan that threatens to come out of his mouth, “We call it even and you just fuck me?”

He takes no time in considering your offer, replying with a short “deal.” Before picking you up and flipping you on your stomach.

Oh fuck, you’re in for it, you’ve taunted him and now you’re in for it. You had him facedown on this bed earlier, you should’ve know he’d be waiting for it. One of his calloused hands moves itself under your hips and brings you up, and you can feel his tip pressing against your soaked entrance as you rise.

“Are you ready for me, gorgeous girl?” He murmurs, taking a moment to press a kiss between your shoulder blades and bring your hair out from your face.

It’s cute, it’s romantic, but you need to be fucked immediately. You try and respond in a way that seems sultry, but you swear it comes out more like a yelp when you respond, “Fuck yes oh my gods.”

He pushes into you slowly, cursing the entire way. You try to fight the moan that comes on but you relent as he pushes deeper, his length once again finding every single spot inside you that threatens to have you undone after one push.

He starts his strokes slowly, hands grabbing tenderly at the flesh of your ass. He feels so good like this, pressed against you fully to the hilt, and you quite literally cannot even fathom the concept of ever feeling this good ever again, even though you know each time is better than the last.

He begins to quicken his thrusts, moving at a fast, hard speed that has you being pushed forward into the mattress with every motion. His grip on your ass tightens, and you relish in the small pinpricks of pain and the knowledge that you know there’ll be a bruise there tomorrow.

You’re getting wetter by the second, and one of his hands moves itself downwards to make a sloppy, but phenomenal, move to your clit.

“You’re, so good to me.” You pant out in response, and he groans. You can see his head dipped back over your shoulder, his adams apple bobbing.

“You’re so good to me. Wanna marry you over and over again, too perfect, too good.”

His words have that all too familiar rush of pleasure start to surge through you, and you gasp as his thrusts become deeper, harder. He starts back up again. “Won’t ever leave, can’t ever leave. There’s nowhere in this galaxy I’d rather be than right here, love you, love you so much.”

Those words enough, mixed with his quickening and brutal pace, having you clamping down on his cock, cumming harder than you think you ever have. Din’s romantic, passionate, and dare you say emotional. That being said, you can count on maybe two hands the amount of times he’s ever said the words “I love you.” A few more in mando’a, but the words “I love you,” have struggled to be said. You’ve never not felt them, he says it in ways so specific to him, but the raw emotion in his voice, the way it cracks a bit at the words “so much,” has you cumming hard.

He responds immediately, and you feel him quicken and then falter, as he cums deep inside you. There’s a moment, a breath, where the two of you bask in one another, in the heat of the moment, before he pulls away and out of you.

You’re happy to flop down onto the bed, and a look over your shoulder shows you Din in the tiny fresher attached to the bedroom, running a towel under the warm water of the sink and returning to run it along your folds. He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade before tossing the towel in the laundry and climbing in bed, moving to sit on top of you.

“You’re gonna suffocate me,” you grumble, trapped beneath his weight.

“Are you calling me heavy?”

“Yes.”

He laughs, uninhibitedly, and you wonder what he’s doing before you smell the familiar, floral aroma of your body oil, and feel his hands rub along your back. You happily melt into him, mumbling, “this was a pretty good gift, right?”

He says nothing, but runs a ticklish touch across your ribs, so you know he agrees. You lay there, happy to be molded by him, and bask in the warm silence of the room. After a moment, he speaks up, quietly but assuredly.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

Your breath catches from his words and the well timed push on your ribs, but you do your best to shift beneath him, and catch a glimpse of his brown eyes, illuminated in the warm candle light.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

[yandere-paramour]

Hihihi I gots another question hehe :3

How would Atlanta fair with a darling who struggles a lot with basic tasks? (Like from a disability, whether it be mental or physical)

Like her darling struggles to shower everyday, or even get out of bed. Getting easily overwhelmed and stressed in certain scenarios and needing a lot of time to cool off (especially after going out). Etc etc that kinda stuff that’s really hard to push through with a disability :0

While I know Atlanta likes to be as knowledgeable as pastabowl possible, I personally feel like she’d be accidentally a lil dismissive and try to encourage her darling to push past all that junk (which I chalk up to her growing up and generally being around stuffy highly independent business people who usually aren’t disabled).

Of course with a lil communication I don’t doubt Atlanta would remedy her mistake, buh I don’t really know I’m just headcanoning at this point hehe :3

Okok thas enough blabbering from me. You’re really really cool and you’re good at writing ok byebyebye >:3

-The bunny in your ask bin

I do think Atalanta would be supportive and try to understand. Keep in mind, her father Jamie is kind of disabled by his depression. He struggles with eating and keeping himself clean, he gets overwhelmed easily, he has to be put down for a nap a few times a week because he just gets so upset that it's better for him to be sedated than spend hours huddled in bed shaking and crying.

So if she saw her Darling behaving the same way as her father, she would know what to do. She would hire her precious Darling a friend/caretaker to look after them. It's a lot easier to get through the day when you have someone bringing you your medication, cooking for you, helping you just survive. The caretaker would get you stable and on a steady schedule and you would start to improve.

In addition, Atalanta loves to spoil you and make you happy, but if she noticed that you weren't doing well when she brought you out, she would change her tactics. You don't have to go out to restaurants when she can order the food to be brought straight to the penthouse. If you want to see a theatre production, she'll rent out the entire theatre so it's just you and her (and probably her parents, and Noelle and her Darling). If you find yourself overwhelmed and upset at a Gala, she will have you promptly brought home to rest and she won't take you out again. Any inquiries into where her lovely wife is will be answered that Her wife is fragile and resting at home, and any further inquiries will be quickly and firmly rebuffed. Atalanta prefers you safe inside (or within her arms), so you not wanting to leave would be fine with her. Movie night every night!

I think Atalanta would be able to understand that sometimes people are just delicate and her Father and her Darling are just like that sometimes. She would do her best to make your life relaxing and non-overwhelming. She loves you more than anything, and she will make sure you are taken care of.

[loafgeto]

OKOK I ALREADY SAID THIS FOR GOJO BUT JJK MEN LISTENING TO KPOP.

geto: definitely listens to solo artists the most, like dpr ian, dean, iu, eric nam and bibi. if it was to be groups, he’d definitely listen to le sserafim or (g)i-dle (gg) and exo (bg). he listens to them when he’s studying, walking to his class, driving leisurely in his car or when he’s cooking. he’s not a hardcore stan like gojo or yuji, but he definitely likes the genre!!

gojo: literal twice, fifty fifty, and newjeans fan. he tries to collect all of the albums and gambles for photocards. he will listen to them everywhere and anywhere, sing their songs in the shower, scream at the top of his lungs in the car, you name it. the biggest fanboy ever !! he will definitely get floor or VIP tickets for concerts with how rich he is.

nanami: acts like he doesn’t listen when he actually does. his stoic expression gives people the impression that he hates k-pop, when he’s literally listening to red velvet’s “russian roulette”. he collects several albums, only because of the concept photos and so that he can listen to the CD’s on his cd player (yes nanami would most definitely still have a cd player). he listens to any group, wanting to explore different songs and concepts. he also listens to underrated artists

toji: he’s most definitely forced to listen to kpop songs LOL. forced as in he hears them everywhere he goes, in the store, restaurants, even the public restrooms, literally cannot escape them because of how popular it has become. but he’s been liking newjeans’s “omg” because, IT IS A CATCHY ASS SONG. he cringes at how he likes it, but he can’t deny how good it is. he’d probably assassinate someone for money to go to a concert and sit there like 😐🙂 the whole time while everyone else is screaming

choso: likes EVERY single damn group. ask him about any group and he knows, even the underrated ones that you probably never heard about. he’s a collector for sure, most definitely has a room dedicated to all of his albums, light sticks and other kpop items. he will go to every kpop concert near him, he may become broke, but not as broke as toji. he appreciates each and every artist, listening to their songs daily and keeping track of comebacks and shows.

sukuna: he hates it. ☠️ (unless someone can defend him)

yuji: same as his brother choso, LOVES and KNOWS every single group. but he’s a hardcore girl group stan, and he will literally talk about any group when you ask him. he knows boy groups, but he isn’t as strongly interested in them besides their songs. he learns the choreographies and makes sure he knows every word of the lyrics so he doesn’t sound too gibberish when he sings.

megumi: same as nanami, looks like he hates kpop when he listens to it. he listens to it when he’s studying or relaxing. he’s definitely a seventeen fanboy, he loves their different concepts and comebacks, like megumi sets a timer each time they have a new comeback. if it’s a girl group, he’s definitely a dreamcatcher or red velvet fan. he’d also be the type to like day6 and the rose.

[lunacry029]

Freak Out Pt.2

After awhile, you woke up from pass out. You were at Kenji lounge with his jacket cover your top. At same time, you watch Kenji got back from swimming to get the fish for baby girl. You smile from afar and walk to Kenji quietly.

You : boo! (Surprise from back)

Kenji : not funny..

You : seriously, where did you get this baby...? (Look Mina)

Mina : girl, baby girl

You : yes, a giant baby girl lizard

Kenji : it's Emi and trust me, it's long story.. (yawn)

You : Okok.. let's go upstair

Now, Kenji finally get a rest in his room after shower and get massage from you.

You : Mina, tell him that my team will repair his cars tomorrow, okay. If he wake up, try find me in kitchen.

Mina : Yes, miss.

You kiss Kenji's left cheek and walk to the kitchen . A minutes pass, You back to basement to connect the baby lizard.

You : you sure, she's good?

Mina : positively.

You : okay (sigh) hi, baby girl..

Emi : (still scare of you and start screeches)

You : Oh oh! Mina! Please call Kenji right now!! (Cover ears)

Emi : (start to stomping)

Mina : right a way (Call Kenji)

...

Kenji : wow wow wow.. (calming Emi) relax..

You : (hide behind Kenji) I try to communicate with her..

Kenji : Emi..

Emi : (calm after sees Kenji)

Kenji : Emi.. this is my girlfriend, Y/n..

You : Hi, Emi..

Emi : (clapping her hand)

You : again.. you save my life.. thank you..

Unfortunate before you get to know more about Emi, you got phone call from your job.

You : I'm sorry I have to go.. love you (kiss Kenji's lip) .. bye bye, baby girl (👋)

The end of Freak Out 🤯

[vivwritesfics]

HI love🫶

so thinking landoscar and maxiel

a little written thing at the end of every question that like explains why??

LOVE YOU

1. Who do you think can do several rounds at one night?

2. Who is more vocal in bed? Like moaning, grunting and complimenting

3. Who is better at giving oral?

4. Who is lasting longer at one round?

5. Who is showing more intimacy? Like kissing, looking into eyes while sex

6. Who is better at missionary?

7. Who is better at doggy?

8. Who is better when you're riding them?

9. Who is more likely suggest to make a sex-tape?

10. Who is more likely suggest you to invite his friend to spice up things?

11. Whom you would wake up with blowjob?

12. Who is more gentle during sex?

13. Who likes to give marks? (Hikeys)

14. Who likes to receive marks? (Scratched back and ass)

15. Who is more fun to have sex with? (Like sex with actual laugh)

16. Who is more likely suggest semi-public sex? (Like in WC at party)

17. Who is more into praising?

18. Who has longer dick?

19. Who has more thicker dick?

20. Who is more likely send nudes to you?

21. Who is more likely to cum early at your first sex?

22. Who is more dominant?

23. Who can fuck while standing?

24. Who is more like to cum at blowjob?

25. Who is more likely to give multiple orgasms?

26. Who is more likely do angry or post-fight sex?

27. Who is more into spanking and hair pulling? (Receiving)

28. Who prefer to cum inside?

29. Who is more trimmed and who has more pubic hair?

30. Who is most likely to cum in the same time with you?

31. Who has best hair to play with while making out?

32. Who has best lips to kiss?

33. Who has best broad shoulders?

34. Who has best strong back to scratch while sex?

35. Who has best (strong, veiny) arms? Biceps and triceps

36. Who has best pecs/chest with nipples to kiss?

37. Who has best abs to lick?

38. Who has best happy trail?

39. Who has best ass to squeeze?

40. Who has best tights to sit on?

41. Who is more into shower sex?

42. Who is more into morning sex?

43. Who is more into quickies?

44. Who is more into slow passionate sex?

45. Who is more into fingering?

46. Who is more into handjob (receiving)?

47. Who is more into cumming on you (back or stomach or etc)?

48. Who has vocal kink? (Likes to hear your pantings, moans and screams)

49. Who has praising kink? (Likes to hear compliments)

50. Who has is more into boobs, into ass, into pussy

51. Who wears boxers and who boxer briefs?

52. Who is more likely to be best lover?

Okok got it 🫡

1. Who do you think can do several rounds at one night? - lando and Oscar definitely love it all night long in several different ways, but call Daniel an old man and he and max are keeping ye up all night long

2. Who is more vocal in bed? Like moaning, grunting and complimenting - LANDO DEFINITELY he makes a point of it as well but max definitely loves praising

3. Who is better at giving oral? - Oscar definitely takes his sweet sweet time with oral. Treats it like his passion in life

4. Who is lasting longer at one round? - Again, Daniel would make a point of it. One comment and he's mercilessly fucking you, not letting you cum until you apologise

5. Who is showing more intimacy? Like kissing, looking into eyes while sex - MAXIEL DEFINITELY, but like, with Maxiel, Daniel does it more often and Max does it more intensely. But Oscar as well, like, make a point of 'teaching' lando

6. Who is better at missionary? - Oscah

7. Who is better at doggy? - Daniel

8. Who is better when you're riding them? - Max, lots of practice while he's gaming

9. Who is more likely suggest to make a sex-tape? - oh lando 100%, constantly jokes about making an onlyfans - Oscar has to stop him from actually doing it

10. Who is more likely suggest you to invite his friend to spice up things? - Daniel, how do you think the throuple started?

11. Whom you would wake up with blowjob? - LITERALLY ANY OF THEM. like with landoscar I imagine it being landos idea to wake Oscar up with a blowy, and with maxiel? Max and you are just paying him back for the morning before

12. Who is more gentle during sex? - Daniel and max I'd say

13. Who likes to give marks? (Hikeys) - DANIEL DANIEL DANIEL

14. Who likes to receive marks? (Scratched back and ass) - LANDO LANDO LANDO

15. Who is more fun to have sex with? (Like sex with actual laugh) - Max loves giggly goofy sex

16. Who is more likely suggest semi-public sex? (Like in WC at party) - Oscar (n definitely not bc of that one fic ;) )

17. Who is more into praising? - max

18. Who has longer dick? - Oscar is definitely the longest

19. Who has more thicker dick? - ^^ and thickest

20. Who is more likely send nudes to you? - lando and he definitely accidentally leaks hid own

21. Who is more likely to cum early at your first sex? - again, lando, especially the first time Oscar is involved

22. Who is more dominant? - landoscar: Oscar, maxiel: depends on the day

23. Who can fuck while standing? - literally any of them would try it 100%

24. Who is more like to cum at blowjob? - again, any of them, lando has bc of Oscar directing everything

25. Who is more likely to give multiple orgasms? - Daniel sees it as a challenge, Oscar sees it was his right

26. Who is more likely do angry or post-fight sex? - lando, its one of the only times he is the most dominant

27. Who is more into spanking and hair pulling? (Receiving) - again lando loves having his curls pulled

28. Who prefer to cum inside? - lando again, Oscar is exhausted from making sure they're safe

29. Who is more trimmed and who has more pubic hair? - Daniel is groomed, lando is groomed, Oscar and Max are slightly less groomed

30. Who is most likely to cum in the same time with you? - Oscar makes sure that lando cums with her

31. Who has best hair to play with while making out? - ugh any of them. Lando and Daniel have curls, Oscar has such nice hair to grab and nothing is better than messing up maxs

32. Who has best lips to kiss? - KISSING MAX??? MY DREAM

33. Who has best broad shoulders? - we don't call Oscar broadscar for nothing

34. Who has best strong back to scratch while sex? - idk why but this screams Daniel

35. Who has best (strong, veiny) arms? Biceps and triceps - LANDOS ARMS OOOOF

36. Who has best pecs/chest with nipples to kiss? - ugh marking maxs chest would be amazing

37. Who has best abs to lick? - lando

38. Who has best happy trail? - daniel

39. Who has best ass to squeeze? - oscar

40. Who has best tights to sit on? - max

41. Who is more into shower sex? - landoscar, maxiel complained they were 'too old for that' when asked

42. Who is more into morning sex? - maxiel, slow and sweet and loving

43. Who is more into quickies? - specifically lando

44. Who is more into slow passionate sex? - Oscar, but bc lando is so into quickies

45. Who is more into fingering? - Daniel, specifically while Max is in his rig and they want attention

46. Who is more into handjob (receiving)? - lando while they're watching a movie and Oscar hasn't said that they could

47. Who is more into cumming on you (back or stomach or etc)? - Daniel, even if you're on birth control (lemme just add, if Oscar does it, lando licks it off)

48. Who has vocal kink? (Likes to hear your pantings, moans and screams) - Max definitely

49. Who has praising kink? (Likes to hear compliments) - lando (loves it when Oscar calls him a good boy)

50. Who has is more into boobs, into ass, into pussy - Oscar is an ass max, Max is a pussy man, and Daniel and lando are boob men

51. Who wears boxers and who boxer briefs? - lando is the only one in boxer briefs

52. Who is more likely to be best lover? - yeah I can't pick this