#please go give it some looooove

[cowplant-pizza]

the 1st youtube vid for my save file is live!! 🧡✨

[hellfireeddiemunson]

i am simply going to kill myself because my brother listened to my snapchat out loud in front out our mother and aunt and now both those bitches are fucking babying me

[multific]

Love Potion

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: Mattheo always looked at you in a certain way.

His eyes always followed your every move.

You noticed it very early on just how much attention he was paying to you.

His eyes followed you everywhere.

No matter the place, time or occasion.

Let it be class or breakfast or lunch or dinner.

He always had an eye on you.

And you actually didn’t mind.

Mattheo is a very handsome guy. Even if everyone and even your instincts warned you about him, there was still something.

Something which kept you interested.

You felt a pull towards him.

A pull you never acted on.

So, it was mostly longing looks exchanged between you two, nothing more. 

One evening, you were having dinner with your friends.

Hermione talked about Ron and how stupid he was. Then you grabbed a bonbon and popped it into your mouth.

“Y/N NO!” you heard someone say but it was too late.

Amortentia.

Or as they called it, love potion. 

The entire room smelled like him. Amortentia tends to smell like the person you are in love with, you didn’t even realise. 

You were blind.

The room smelled like smoke, honey and wood.

You wanted to see him, kiss him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to eat it!” said one of the Hufflepuffs. “I was meant to prank my roommate!” 

While everyone was talking, you were quick to run off into the backyard of the school.

You had a pretty good idea of where to find Mattheo.

And surely enough, you found him by the trees smoking.

“RIDDLE!” you yelled, making him flinch and almost drop his cigarette.

“Y/N?”

“Kiss me! RIGHT NOW!”

“Are you drunk?”

“Just in love, come on.” you ran over to him, almost making him trip as you came in contact with him.

He grabbed you to save you from falling and this is when he noticed your eyes.

“Were you given something?”

“All I feel is looooove.” you said and smiled.

Mattheo noticed Hermione from the corner of his eyes.

“What happened to her?”

“A Hufflepuff gave her Amortentia.” she explained as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you back.

“Love potion? Why?”

“Forget this happened Riddle!” Hermione yelled back at Mattheo as you waved to him.

“Byeeee Matty!” he lifted his hand and gave you a small wave back. He was utterly confused.

—

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THAT!” you yelled into your pillow once the potion wore off. “Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“I tried!” said Hermione.

“I want to die. I’m so embarrassed. At LEAST he was alone! Imagine if I did that in front of the school!”

“Well… on our way back to our rooms… you kinda… just a tiny little bit yelled in front of everyone passing by that Mattheo is yours and you will fight for your true love… kinda.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. No.” you shook your head but she nodded. “NO. PLEASE NO.”

“And… maybe… kinda… The Slytherins were also there? Maybe?”

“I am jumping out the window,” you said as you stood up and walked towards the window, Hermione grabbed your hand and pulled you back. “I want to die, please. This is so embarrassing!”

“The thing is that almost everyone like cheered for you. Malfoy even wanted to give you a high-five for being so brave. I thought he was being sarcastic, but he was for real. Then Theodore came up and said ‘Go get him, Tiger’ They were all cheering you on.”

“So, I’m the laughingstock of the entire school. Lovely.”

You fell back into your bed, face into the pillow. How will you face everyone tomorrow?

—

 “Mattheo Riddle! The lucky guy!” said Theodore as he hit Mattheo in the shoulder. “Having one of the prettiest girl scream and declare her love for you. Lucky you!” Mattheo rolled his eyes at his friend.

Although he couldn’t sleep one bit for the entire night, his mind was way too busy.

“It was only a prank.” Mattheo said. It was the only logical explanation.

“Nope. You know Angie? The Hufflepuff girl? Nevermind… Apparently, she made some chocolate for her friend as a prank, but Y/N ended up eating one and it had Amortentia in it.” Mattheo looked at Theodore, trying to see if his friend was lying but he wasn’t.

“And how do you know that?”

“Angie told her friends and I heard it. They didn’t realize I was standing there. But lucky you, having a girlfriend! Don’t fuck it up tho! Or I might steal her.”

“Piss off.” Theodore laughed as they both entered the class.

Mattheo’s eyes immediately locked with yours. You looked scared as you looked away. He could only imagine how you were feeling.

But he was just as confused and embarrassed.

After classes, you wanted nothing more than to run back to your room and hide from everyone.

No one said a thing. But the looks they gave you, said it all.

You just wanted to get out.

You made it to the hallways when someone behind you called your name.

It was Mattheo, your eyes widened as you quickly darted into the girl’s bathroom.

“Y/N, I just want to talk.”

“Look I’m sorry what happened okay?! Please just forget it.”

Then he opened the door and came into the bathroom as you back away and walked into the sinks. 

“This is the girl’s bathroom what are you doing?”

“I need to know if, what you said is true. Did you mean any of it or was it the potion?”

“I-I.” you wanted to lie, you wish you were a better liar. All you could do was listen to your heart hammer in your chest. 

“So it’s true. What you said is all true… you do lo-”

“OKAY now, please, I’m embarrassed enough, I do not need your rejection, Riddle. Please can you just leave me alone?” you wanted to go into a stall and lock yourself for eternity.

“I thought you hated me.” he suddenly said and you looked at him, shocked. “I was watching you and… you always avoided my looks. Okay, not always but many times.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just agree to grab some butterbeer with me. That could be a start.”

“What?” you were so confused.

“I’m asking you on a date.”

“You are asking me on a date?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked as you turned your body back towards him.

“I thought you didn’t do… dates.” you sounded very nice, you worded it even more nicely.

“I don’t. But with you, I will.”

“So, what? You… like me too? After what I said and did yesterday?”

“It was very cute.”

“Cute? Which part exactly? When I yelled at you to kiss me or when I swore to kill whoever dares to go close to you?”

“Exactly.” he smirked. “I will wait for you, get ready for our date. An hour? Is that enough?”

“Okay. An hour.” he nodded and turned to leave.

You stood there, stunned when a voice behind you made you jump.

“How romantic!”

“Myrtle!”

“You have a date! Go get ready!” she yelled and you listened.

You got ready relatively quickly.

You debated not going, then you decided to give it a try and go.

Then, as you waited by the gates you were prepared for Mattheo not showing up.

Maybe this was his way of repaying you for embarrassing him?

But, he did show up. He did take you out to eat and drink and you did have a good time.

He did walk you back to your dorm and placed a small kiss on your cheek as a goodbye.

He did all that.

And if you only knew it would take a small amount of love potion for you to finally be with him, you would have eaten that piece of chocolate a long time ago. 

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[zevrra]

LaDS—

synopsis: random hc’s i have for the men of love & deepspace!!

tags: 18(+) only, mdni, pretty nsfw, suggestive content, sylus, rafayel, xavier, zayne, LaDS MC(18+), my personal hc’s!

SYLUS—

has a very strict routine and hates when he has to change something in it

annoys you constantly bc he finds it funny

can and will steal your clothes and hide them so your forced to walk around in his house with next to nothing on

would buy you a collar

seems like this giant asshole but would actually kill for you

the second he hears about some lowlife messing with you it’s almost immediately that you never see them again

possessive !!!!!!!

gets jealous pretty easily as well

has to remind you why you are his and only his

toxic bf

leaves hickies/bite marks all over your neck specifically so other people can see them

is soooo into choking/breath play that goes both ways too!!!

he wants you to use him as you see fit

that is until he takes control and uses you like a new toy and does it all for his own pleasure

degrades you the entire time while he pulls your hair

asks you constantly who you belong to as he fucks ruthlessly into you from behind

“if i can’t have you, no one can.”

RAFAYEL—

either he calls you 26 times a day or will call you the second you wake up and stay on the phone the entire day

drops by unexpectedly at your house

brings you anything he sees that reminds him of you

you have a jar full of everything ranging from pearls, seashells, to aged flowers

secretly tries to befriend a stray cat he had caught you taking care of

even if he dislikes it he’d do anything for you

you are 100% his muse

has several sculptures or giant sets of paintings modeled after you

would showcase a gallery of just the paintings he’s done of you

yaps 24/7 to anyone willing to listen to him talk anout his “amazingly, wonderful, kickass girlfriend”

gets flustered so easily

also gets sooo horny if he sees you wearing his clothes

if you start anything sexual, at first he tries to stop you/hold himself back but if you keep pushing he’ll eventually snap

fucks you so so so good after he stops holding himself back too

fav position is missionary because he loves seeing your face, loves watching you as you take him in so well and deep

“i love you, i love you, stay with me forever, i need you, please.” in your ear the entire time

you both share a bubble bath after you’re done for the night

and once you both are too worn out to move anymore, you fall asleep with him at your back, curled up like a cat

XAVIER—

sleepy bf who takes 36 naps a day!!

you don’t have to worry about him when he’s not answering your texts, you just know he’s sleeping

“sorry fell asleep”

loves giving you his clothes to wear he genuinely enjoys seeing you in his wardrobe so much

hates crowds but goes along with any thing you suggest solely because he gets to hold your hand the entire time

would also willing kill for you just doesn’t make it as obvious as some

loves loves loves kissing

little spoon!!!!

will call you over for a movie date solely so he can sleep on top of you while you watch the movie

coexisting together is all he needs

you only ever see him truly awake during two things, missions & when he’s going down on you

truly is a different person when it comes to day vs night

during the day he’s soft, nods along with everything you say, looks at you lovingly

at night he’s hungry, wants to worship you and make you his

looks at you like he’s starving and you’re his last meal when he eats you out

rarely makes noise when you two make love until he’s close

lock your legs around him and force him to stay inside will 100% make him want to go a second round

his stamina is truly unmatched

he loooooves watching you ride him too

after you two finish, you both have to immediately shower together or else you’ll fall asleep in each other’s arms right after

ZAYNE—

is always busy but never busy enough he doesn’t see you

regularly forces his schedule open solely to spend time with you

not a morning person at all i swear

he’s groggy, hates getting up so early even if he has too

either sleeps the entire night on his back or anything but his back

also very possessive!!!

keeps a hand on your thigh whenever you two are out

buys you anything that you look at for too long

cute shirt in the store window? yours. want to try the new restaurant downtown? puts a reservation in the second you bring it up

doesn’t think himself worthy to have sex with you but after some convincing he’s the most tender, caring lover

but that doesn’t mean he isn’t fast and rough, pounding into you while he tells you how beautiful you look

also secretly think he’s into fucking you in public, especially at his office ugh

“god baby, you’re taking me so well.”

regularly only calls you darling or by your name until things turn intimate and he’s a slew of “baby, babygirl, my princess”

aftercare aftercare aftercare aftercare—

is all about aftercare!!! loves taking a shower with you and treating you like his queen

makes sure you’re all taken care of before he even focuses on himself

doesn’t fall asleep until after you do

[astrologydayz]

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES🔞 - NATAL CHART7🍒

💋 KISS ASTEROID - 8267 IN ARIES = into rough, bold, passionate, & fiery kissing/makeout sessions<33. They can also be a big fan of tongue teasing, & lip biting/nibbling🫦. They really want2feel all that passion someone has for them when they're being kissed<33. It can also get kinda clumsy here sometimes because it can happen on such an impulsive/or they can suddenly get the need2act, 2 just follow their "instincts asap"🫰🏼. 💋 KISS ASTEROID - 8267 IN CANCER = into vulnerable, intense, & emotional kissing/makeout sessions<33. Kissing can mean a lot 2 these people/or when they really kiss someone, there has 2 have some type of feels✨ - can be any type tho<33. They can also be the type 2 looooove long intimate makeout sessions/or just really like 2 take their time/not rush it<33. They want their kisses to be felt an eternity afterwards.

💋 KISS ASTEROID - 8267 IN LEO = into confident, heated, & powerful kissing/makeout sessions<33. Kissing can be like some kind of artform 2 them - they want 2 show u that they're the best of the best💅🏽 - "no lips move like theirs"<33. They can be big on taking charge/"leading the moment"👄 - deciding the pace, etc. Usually very confident in their kissing skills here/ready2show off<33.

KISS ASTEROID - 8267!

MARS/8TH HOUSE IN TAURUS IN A WOMAN'S CHART = typically sexually attracted 2 people who are "conventionally beautiful"/"classic beautiful people"/2people who takes real good care of themselves - looks good, smell good, etc. She can be very big on being with/or finding someone who's eager 2 please her a lot sexually/show her how much they really want 2 keep keeping her<33. 8th house in Taurus women could want/seek 2 be provided for - in, & out of bed<33. She's sexually attracted 2 people who's secure in themselves/in life, & 2 people who ain't afraid of getting shit done. She finds tact, security, & sincerity sexy as hell! Her neck can be one of her most sensitive zones, so go crazy there👅💋. She can be a big fan of food sex/fruit, & cream sex🍒🍓. She can also find people that cooks real good really attractive, or worth keeping!😻 Sexually attracted 2 artistic, charming, stable, & romantic people<33. SUN CONJUNCT/TRINE/QUINTILE MARS IN A MANS CHART = these men are strong, courageous/bold, sexy - very very sexual individuals/very sexually charged, they're also charismatic, & confident - usually Alpha men. These men are not afraid of going after what they want sexually😼 - if they see something they want = they go after it 100%. They don't want it 2 be 2 easy tho, they really dig a challenge<33 - they love the hunt/the chase in the beginning!🏃‍♂️ Men with this aspect feels truly alive/powerful, & strong when they're using their dick/getting off - it's like their own "personal thing thing"🫶🏼. The conjunction can cry a little bit if they get rejected tho😭😂 - their ego can take a big hit. MARS CONJUNCT/SQUARE/QUINCUNX URANUS IN A MANS CHART = these are the men that can have trouble with controlling themselves sexually/they can literally get horny/hard out of nowhere2, or just not really think about what they're actually doing until after they've already done it🤔 - they can be very quick on it/quick 2 act without truly thinking. This aspect gives a lot of "self control" as a reward in the end, or rather - "the ability 2 choose yourself", but it takes a ton of failed tries/loss of self control a lot at first<33. Oh, & these men are very experimental in bed usually - always willing 2 try new shit for the betterment of pleasure. Their turns ons can be unheard of tho, or just kindaaaa/really unusual/eccentric. They can be into some pretty wild/freaky shit/they can also use sex as a way of letting go of their frustrations/aggressions.

MARS/LUST ASTEROID - 4386 IN 2ND HOUSE = a person who can be really sexually attracted 2/turned on by people who's secure in themselves/2 people with a certain value system - "a strong sense of self2"/or turned on by money💰/by people with money💵/by people who's got serious financial goals/turned on by people who's into making bank<33. Can also be sexually attracted 2 mouths/neck areas, or that can be some of their own big turn on areas👄<33. MARS/LUST ASTEROID - 4386 IN 4TH HOUSE = a person who can be really sexually attracted 2/turned on by people from their own home country/sexually attracted2 people with the same ethnicity as them<33. Can also be very sexually attracted 2 chests/stomachs/or breasts, or again that can be some of their own big turn on areas<33. They can also have sexual partners who can resemble some/one of their family members/or remind them of them. MARS IN 7TH HOUSE people usually doesn't do one night stands. It's not really "their thing"/it's not something they like 2 practise - & if they do = it's because they still feel some type of connection 2 the other person✨ - yeah, even if they've just met<33. They're also the "give, & take kind" in bed🫰🏼 - they want it 2 be 50/50, always - they never just take. They would honestly prefer 2 give, rather than 2 take💋.

MARS CONJUNCT/SQUARE/QUINCUNX SASSI ASTEROID - 7500 = can be very sexually attracted 2/turned on by sassy/bratty people<33 - basically into people who can't keep their mouth shut😻. They can also be VERY bratty themselves tho - they loooove crossing lines/love doing the opposite of what they're asked/told<33 - not everyone can handle them🤷‍♀️. They can definitely be too much for some people.

MERCURY CONJUNCT/TRINE MARS people can be really sexually attracted2 certain hands🖐🏽/fingers/turned on by dirty talking/or talking under sex<33. Certain voices🗣️/languages, or certain things said can also show up as a big turn on<33. Oral sex can also be something they're really into/or just really enjoy doing! Sexting could also be something they're a fan of doing📱<33. People with 5th house in Cancer usually doesn't do just "casual sex", & if they do = there's still some type of feelings/emotions revolving around that certain connection/person���<33.

MARS CONJUNCT/TRINE SATURN can show a person not having that NEED4sex. Like they can ofc still REALLY REALLY love it🫶🏼, but can show up as them not having any problems with going without - self control, check✔️<33. MARS CONJUNCT/TRINE EROS people exudes sexual confidence!💅🏽😻 These people are the ones who are very big on fulfilling their sexual urges/desires - each one they have/get<33. They can also receive a lot of praises from others on their sex game - they can be very very erotic🫦<33.

WOMEN WITH CUMMING ASTEROID - 14348 SQUARE/QUINCUNX SATURN can show them having a harder time with getting orgasms - could have been especially hard in their teenage/young adult years/or it can be something they're not really comfortable with in general<33.

CUMMING ASTEROID - 14348 CONJUNCT MC can show a person making a name for themselves/being a star in the adult entertainment industry👄<33.

PEOPLE WITH MARS/5TH/OR 8TH HOUSE IN CANCER can hate having sex with protection - they can feel like it takes away from really "feeling" each other/takes away from really enjoying the sex 2 full capacity💋.

MARS CONJUNCT/SQUARE/QUINCUNX PREY ASTEROID - 6157 can show a person getting sexually preyed upon a lot throughout their life🙄🫠. MOON CONJUNCT/TRINE MARS IN A MANS CHART can show him not having any issues with getting/gaining sexual attention/attraction from women💋 - women notice him a lot, & respond very well 2him, & his energy🫶🏼<33.

THANKS4READING<33 APPRECIATE U, ALWAYS!❤️🍒

MASTERLIST

[togament]

as much as i love cute festival fluff with togame (someone else pls send in an ask for it lmao), consider confessing to togame on valentines with homemade chocolate since he’s a big foodie & he, more than anyone, would appreciate the effort 🥰

i can see him maybe not clocking the intention right away either bc he didn’t have friends until shishitoren (+ find it hard to believe anyone would be interested in him like that) & the thought of choji of all ppl making him realize it’s romantic bc the chocolate reader gave him “wasn’t as nice looking as kame-chan’s :<” is soooo funny to me

GHHRHRJRH GNAWING ON YOUR ARM THIS IS ADORABLE!!!!! kinda teared up a bit ngl. imagining a soft blushy togame got me in my feels. i feel like (Also yes pls someone send in a cute festival date hc with togame/any of your faves!!!! I have things to say about our turtle guy in particular but we can do your other faves too. idk i'm in a yappy mood.

“you’re finally ready to confess to togame after mulling it over for months. you even made chocolates for him to (hopefully) immediately devour. things don’t go quite as planned though.”

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : none just fluff, gender neutral reader, reader’s jelly and an overthinker, togame’s in looooove, choji’s a little shit (affectionate)

full story under the cut! fully SFW.

standing at the gates of the ori, you bounce on your heels in sheer nervousness, eyes tirelessly darting around in search for togame with two chocolate boxes in one hand. one smaller one and one huge and beautifully decorated one. god your heart’s beating a mile a minute and your brain’s working overtime. what if he got into trouble? a possibility. what if someone’s confessing to him? of course someone would. he’s tall, handsome, kind, can cook—what’s not to love?

what if someone asked him out on a date? shit.

..what if HE asked someone out on a date? double shit.

oh god. oh no. your form visibly slumps at the thought, doubtlessly breaking your own heart again. but hey, on the bright side, you could eat your own chocolates, right? you made them extra delicious too, making them into flavors you know he’d like. you even snuck in some ramune flavored sweets for him.

…you know you’d hate eating chocolates for the rest of your life after this.

but then, the sun in the form of choji, shines through the dark clouds in your mind. your body visibly straightens back up when you hear his distinct laughter and endless yapping along with the soft crinkles of cellophane and boxes. listening even closer, you can hear togame speak and get promptly cut off by the smaller boy.

breathe. he’s here.

shit— what if those boxes you heard were all his and choji was just carrying them with him? what if he already gave someone a kiss today? what if he’d take your box of chocolates and hand it to his date instead?? what if—

“oh hey it’s bunny.”

you were just ready to walk away when you were stopped in your tracks by his deep voice calling out the nickname he so annoyingly picked for you. even when you’re looking away you could just hear him smiling. you turn, giving both boys a slight wave before you’re met with the absolute mountain of chocolates choji and him are carrying.

you’re not the only one who wanted to confess to him then.

“hey uh-mind adding these to your pile?” you say, failing to mask the sadness in your voice. you catch yourself though, immediately correcting yourself. “got these for you guys. no biggie, really.” you made the chocolates. granted the smaller box’s for choji and it’s way less decorated compared to togame’s. more ‘default’ chocolate box than ‘I have liked you for the longest time please accept my love’ chocolate box. you yap some more, digging your own grave, “these were on sale today so… thought you guys might want a snack.” you didn’t get them on sale. hell you made each and every single one by hand for the both of them to suit their tastes. god knows how much time you and him have spent talking about cooking and food.

but then choji gasps.

“hey! lying’s not nice!” choji chirps at you, dropping the boxes of chocolates on the ground unceremoniously. togame could only look on since his hands are already occupied with even more of choji’s valentines chocolates. the smaller boy looks at you suspiciously, albeit playfully. "you made these, didn't you?"

fuck. he noticed. you stare at choji like a deer in headlights now, too stunned to utter a single word.

he eyes the beautifully painted box in your hands and you pray for the ground to just eat you.

“iiiiis that one mine?” choji points at the larger box, eyes shining. togame looks on though, silent but his mind’s racing too. little did you know the chocolates they were carrying were all choji’s, given by his droves of admirers and friends alike. while togame didn’t mind not getting any chocolates this year and all those years before that, he finds himself hoping.

please don’t let that be choji’s.

“Wh-no! it’s-“ “-kame-chan’s? waaah his box is way larger and prettier than mine is!” he cuts you off, eyeing the boxes as you hold them in your hand. still, he takes his smaller box from you. “why’d you give kame-chan a bigger one? you like him or something?”

a pause.

“is that why you’re blushing?” he prods, wiggling a finger at you. "is that why you're blushing too, kame-chan?", he adds, wiggling two fingers at the both of you.

you could just explode at that moment.

“HUH?? What??? n-no! I mean YES-“ “oh so you do?” choji adds, cutting you off again. Taking togame’s larger box of chocolates from your hands, he shuffles through the chocolate boxes he dropped on the floor, handing the taller, now stunned boy his first legit box of valentines chocolates.

you three are blanketed in silence. with the exception of choji’s giggles.

"choji wait-" “welp, I’ll be in the ori!” he brightly exclaims, swiftly taking all of the chocolate boxes from togame’s arms and off the floor, leaving him with the single, most prettiest one in the bunch.

yours.

choji leaves you both with a playful wink and you both stand there, glancing at each other and fumbling awkwardly.

silently, he opens your chocolate box and is immediately greeted with a beautifully arranged selection of chocolates and sweets. his gaze flits from the box, to your reddened face and back again. you motion for him to eat. and he does.

he didn’t think it was possible to like you even more.

he pops one of the ramune shaped bites in his mouth and his eyes immediately widen in delight behind his amber sunglasses. pushing the glasses up his forehead to meet your eyes properly, you fail to tear away your eyes in time.

“sure you made these yerself, bunny? could've fooled me. these are restaurant quality. ” he says in between bites. his tone’s something he only uses around you and choji. vulnerable, safe, gently.

your heart’s beating way too fast for your own good.

“mhm. thought you might like that one because y’know… ramune and all.” you respond, “your favorite, right?”

with an acknowledging hum, he closes the box, twisting and admiring the beautifully decorated container, a forest green box speckled with gold and ornate lines. you really set the bar way up high for him. he smiles softly to himself and you swear you see his cheeks redden a tint.

“…can ya teach me to make them?” his voice grows softer, just enough for you to hear him. “how’s next weekend?” as soon as the words escape his lips, his heartbeat rises up to his throat. what if you didn't want to? he's never done this before, making the first move. he still can't fully grasp why you'd go so far as make something for him, someone who's only respected out of fear, someone who's wronged so many for just one cause. it haunts him sometimes. the Shishitoren could forgive him but he can't forgive himself. why would you?

you'll convince him soon enough. make him see what you see in him, what others see in him.

now's not that time though. your mind’s already in another dimension, thinking about him giving his date YOUR dessert with the recipe YOU made for him. letting out a soft disappointed sigh before opening your mouth, you respond, “maybe I could.“

“Maybe huh.” he echoes you, arching a brow at you with a small frown ghosting his lips.

“yeah, maybe. I could send the recipe over to you if you want. you could try making it with your date-“

“date? I want to make them for you next month, doofus. only you.” he retorts, wanting to get his point across. he realizes you're overthinking again. he's assuring you. meeting your eyes, he sees the shade of red on your cheeks darken. you look like a fish out of water, mouth agape and eyes wide. extending a hand towards you, he nudges your chin up with his knuckle. “y’know what that means right? I like you.”

a small gasp escapes your lips.

“you do..?” a pause. “why?”

he laughs, playfully pinching your cheek.

“I just do, cutie. always have. I take it you like me too?”

you nod. do it properly this time.

“yeah. I really do.”

he smiles, dimples deepening on his cheeks. he looks so relieved you like him back. you swear you feel like you’re on cloud nine — is this really happening?

“it’s a date then." he says as he reaches over to pat your head. "you better not flake on me, bun. Else I’d take that imaginary date of mine out instead.”

scoffing, you push his chest and he lets out a soft 'oof'.

“you wouldn't dare—“

“ARE YOU GUYS DATING YET??”

choji screams from the distance, the entire Shishitoren gang’s staring at you both from the ori, desperately waiting for the both of you to finish. they've been watching you both the entire time with bated breath. his friends are all cheering him on.

a pause.

togame reaches over to hold your hand, intertwining his long fingers through yours. hoots and hollers echo as he waves them off with a hand.

you could only smile up at him, squeezing his hand into yours.

he squeezes back.

a/n: hehehehe self doubt togame making me soft. MAKE HIM FEEL WORTHY GOD DAMN IT. DATE HIM AND DATE HIM HARD.

[damiansgoodgirll]

I would like a story where Damian becomes extremely protective of his wife and child after a dangerous event occurs.

i looooove writing about this kind of stuff! let’s say this is kind of an utopia but it could still happen, okay?

anyway

damian priest x reader

‼️angst and fluff

wrong house

your life was perfect.

perfect like in one of those romantic comedy.

you had a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and a big house like you dreamed about when you were a kid. a huge living room, plenty of space for your daughter to run and play, a backyard pool and the classic white picket fence. you were in a nice and wealthy neighbourhood, surrounded by lots of parks and kind people.

what more could you ask for?

a couple of blocks away from your neighbourhood there’s been a few robberies, nothing major, just some teens thinking it was fun scaring old people, but police officers told you multiple times that you didn’t have to worry about it, that they have it handle it.

damian wasn’t so sure about it tho.

he made everything in his power to provide you with a beautiful house, a nice neighbourhood so you could feel safe when he was travelling for work so the idea of having teens breaking into people’s homes late at night made him shiver, especially when he thought about you and your daughter.

“are you sure it’s okay? i can come home early…you know it’s not a problem mi amor” he said through the phone.

“dam…” you said laughing “everything been calm for over three weeks, we’ll be okay…”

“i know it’s just…you know how i get when i’m not home, i’m only thirty minutes away from you and in case anything happens you give me a call okay?”

“i promise you dam…go back to training” you said laughing again.

“i will, tell maya that i love her okay? and that i miss her so much and that i will crush her with hugs and kisses once i come back home” he said smiling, thinking about his two years old daughter.

“i will i promise…go back to training, we’ll see you in a couple of hours…” you said giving him a kiss through your phone and hanging up.

you smiled watching your daughter being completely invested in the cartoon she was watching.

the evening went on normally.

you and maya had dinner together, you got her ready for the night but as usual she didn’t want to go to bed without having a goodnight kiss from her father, so, instead of going to bed, you spent the early night together, watching some cartoons and eating popcorn.

you watched the time and you knew damian would be back in an hour so you took a few seconds to close your eyes and relax a bit.

non even a minute passed that you heard some weird noise coming from the back door.

you knew for sure that damian wasn’t back, you didn’t hear the car and even if he was, you knew he never used the back door, so what was going on?

then you heard them, two, maybe three voices talking softly. saying how hard it was to open your door and that maybe they should go to another house. you prayed that they would let you alone but when you heard the click sound of the door opening you realised it was too late.

you grabbed maya into your arms and pulled her towards your chest. moving fast to the bedroom, you locked yourself in, and then you locked yourself into the bathroom, hiding maya behind you in the tub.

you knew you should have called the police, you knew that but the first person that came to your mind was damian.

you didn’t know what was going on, and if something bad was going to happen you wanted to hear damian’s voice one last time.

“please…” you whispered, waiting to hear his voice.

your hands were shaking and even if you were crying, you were praying no one would be able to hear you from downstairs.

“hey love” he answered.

“dam?” your voice broke.

“hermosa…what’s going on?” he asked, alarmed by the sound of your voice.

“dam they’re here…”

“who?” he knew who, he just didn’t want it to be real.

“someone’s in the house…dam, they’re in the kitchen, looking for something i guess, i’m in the bathroom with maya, we’re locked in…i know they never hurt anyone, they’re just kids but…damian i’m so scared, i don’t want anything to happen to maya” you broke down, trying to muffle your cries.

“listen to me amor, i’m coming back home right now okay?” he said and you hummed “you’re on the speaker, finn is with me and he’s calling the police right now, you stay at the phone with me okay?”

he didn’t know how he was able to remain so calm. in reality he was freaking out, just the thought of you and maya being in danger made his blood boil.

“is maya okay?” he asked.

“she’s okay, she’s scared too but she’s okay” you said, looking at your daughter’s face. she was confused and definitely scared but still she didn’t know what was going on.

“are you okay love? i’m coming back home, right now..you stay at the phone with me okay?”

“okay…” you said.

you hear the noise from downstairs growing closer to you, they were in the living room right now. you were lucky your house was big enough that you had the time to hide.

“damian they’re closer…i can hear them… i’m so scared…”

“i know princesa i know….keep holding on for me okay…i’m driving as fast as possible, keep holding on”

“i love you so much damian…so so much”

“don’t say that like it’s the last time you’ll say this…” damian’s heart broke, he couldn’t imagine how scared you must have been “i love you so much mi amor and i’m not going anywhere, ill stay at the phone with you, finn just told me the police is on their way…”

“okay…” you whispered.

damian kept talking to you but you stopped him when you heard the sirens ringing.

“police is here…” you whispered letting damian know about it.

you heard them breaking down the front door. you heard them chasing the kids around your house and you heard them calling your name.

you waited until they found you. they were police but you didn’t trust them enough to come out yet, you didn’t feel safe. the only place where you always felt safe was between damian’s arms and you couldn’t wait for him to be back.

you and your daughter were brought downstairs. you didn’t care about the broken furnitures, not when something worse could have happened.

damian ran into the house, fighting off police officers who told him to stay outside.

“my wife and my daughter are inside!” you heard him screaming, shoving past one officer.

“dam…” you said, tears running down your face.

“hey…” he whispered hugging you tight. maya was watching the whole scene with a confused smile. she was just a kid, too young to understand what was going on. one police officer was sat next to her, while you couldn’t let go of damian’s embrace.

“i was so scared…”

“i know mi amor, i know…everything is over now, you’re safe, you and maya are safe…” he kept repeating, more to himself, because he couldn’t describe how terrified he was when you told him someone broke into your house.

“i’m so glad she’s okay…i would have fought with all my life if something happened….”

“i know hermosa…she’s so lucky to have you as her mom, i’m so glad to call you my wife…and i’m so happy to see you both here alive, i’m so sorry i wasn’t here”

“damian, it’s not your fault” you said before he could blame himself “you’re here now and it’s all that matters”

“i love you so much…and you too maya” he said moving to bring her up in his arms.

she was just happy to see his daddy smiling at her.

“missed you” she said with her soft voice that always made your heart smile.

“i missed you too princess…and i’m not going anywhere for a long time” he said kissing her head “daddy is gonna stay here with you”

she seemed happy with his decision and so were you.

it was kinda selfish taking him away from his work but he knew that you wouldn’t trust yourself to be home alone for some time now and he didn’t want to leave you alone, never.

[foreverisntenough]

--------- My tiny one shot short below for you 🤍

'The Babysitter'

8.8 k words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ You and Trent decide you to hire some extra help but your two babies don't respond well to her at first. After a few months you start to wonder if you should've trusted their intuition when the babysitter seems to take a little too much interest in your husband, Trent.

I'm posting from my phone so sorry for any grammatical errors!

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Welcoming help into the house had seemed like a good idea at first. With Trent away more often than not, and two little ones to care for, whilst you knew you could handle everything on your own, but it didn’t mean you had to. Especially when you could afford the luxury of help. Dianne had been asked around and came to recommend Molly, a friend of a friend’s daughter. Molly seemed kind, well-educated, and experienced. She was younger than you by a few years, but you didn’t mind that—youth often brought fresh energy, which you figured could be a good thing with your babies, Teddy now four, Theo fourteen months.

When Molly arrived at your home, the atmosphere in the house shifted, though you didn’t notice it right away. You greeted her warmly at the door, taking her through the house room by room, pointing out where everything was—showing her the kitchen, the playroom, the nursery, and the family room. It was routine, nothing too out of the ordinary, but you were eager to introduce her to Teddy and Theo. After all, this was going to be a relationship built on trust, and that trust would start with your children. As you approached the living room, where Teddy was playing quietly with her toys, you felt that familiar flutter of pride for your little girl. At four years old, Teddy was normally reserved but would still be talkative, taking after Trent. You’d taught her to always introduce herself. But today, the moment she saw Molly, she shrank behind your leg, her small fingers curling around the fabric of your jeans as if holding on for dear life.

“Teddy girl, can you say hi” you gently encouraged, kneeling beside her and smoothing down her curls. “This is Molly. She’s going to come hang out with us. Help mummy and play with you and Tio.” You cooed gently. Teddy peeked out from behind you, her big brown eyes wide, flickering up to Molly and then back to you, not saying a word. She wasn’t usually this shy. You frowned a little but kept smiling, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Sorry, she’s just being shy,” you said with a laugh to Molly, trying to keep things light. “She’ll warm up in no time.” You told molly. “Teddy bear, can you say hi please.” You asked Teddy and she declined with a shake of the head. 

“No tanks mama, stay with you.” Teddy mumbled her face buried against you, squeezing your leg. Molly gave a polite smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“That’s okay,” Molly replied, her voice light but a bit flat. She crouched down to Teddy’s level, offering a soft greeting, but Teddy pressed herself further into your leg, not budging. Then there was Theo. Sweet, quiet Theo, your just over one-year-old who usually warmed up to people after a few moments. You were holding him in your arms, his small body relaxed against you, his head resting on your shoulder. As Molly approached, his little hands clutched at your shirt, and he turned his face further into your chest, his small body tensing ever so slightly. You could feel his little heart beating faster, his reluctance palpable.

“Tees…” You affectionately said Theo's nickname softly but he didn’t acknowledge your call. “Theo,” you said softly, bouncing him a little in your arms. “Say hi to Molly.” You cooed gently. But Theo refused to lift his head. His tiny hand reached up to clutch the collar of your shirt tighter, as if pulling himself closer to you.

“Mama.” He let out a soft whimper of your name. He held you tighter, his body pressing into yours. You frowned again, feeling a slight unease prickling at the back of your mind. Molly tried once more, this time extending her hand slightly towards Theo, though not too close, respecting his space. 

“Hi, mate,” she said softly. But Theo didn’t move, his face still hidden against your chest. It was such a small thing—both kids being shy—but it tugged at you in a way you couldn’t quite explain.  It wasn’t all that surprising. Your kids weren’t the most outgoing, they were like you and Trent. They took a moment to feel comfortable but your gut twisted seeing them. Although you quickly brushed the feeling aside. They’re just being shy, you told yourself. It’s normal. New people take time, right? Still, you couldn’t ignore how quiet the room had become, the tension in the air suddenly tangible. It was odd, like they knew something. Teddy usually was polite when meeting new people, especially when you had brought someone into the house, it’s not like she was meeting a fan with Trent out whilst they were at the shops, this was in your house with you. And Theo, while quieter and not all that vocal just yet, wasn’t usually this clingy. You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Should you have trusted their instincts more? But you forced yourself to push the unease down. You had already committed to giving this arrangement a chance, and you didn’t want to back out without a good reason. After all, Molly came recommended, and Dianne trusted her friend’s friend, so why shouldn’t you? You didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the help in finding her. 

“They’ll get to know you soon enough,” you said with a smile, though you weren’t entirely sure if you were reassuring Molly or yourself. “Promise, they can be very silly, huh?” You giggled pinching at Teddy trying to lighten the mood. Speaking more to her than to Molly. Teddy, who couldn’t contain as squeal as she squirmed away but gave you an annoyed but giggly ‘mama!’ yelp in response, not happy to be breaking her silence and pout in the presence of this new stranger she wasn't keen about. And as the day went on and you tried to get used to having Molly around, that flicker of doubt never entirely left. There was something about how quiet Teddy had been, how tight Theo had held on to you, that lingered in your mind long after Molly left for the day.

Molly had worked for you all for a couple months and it was an adjustment in more ways than you’d anticipated. Having someone else in your home, helping with your children and the day-to-day tasks, was supposed to ease some of the burden—especially with Trent away so often for games and training. At first, you wanted to make an effort to bond with her, to make her feel comfortable and like part of the family, so you tried to get to know her, asking her about her life, her interests, and her experience working with kids. Molly was polite enough, always answering your questions with a smile, but something about her responses felt… off. Every time you tried to steer the conversation toward her, it seemed to loop back to Trent. At first, it was subtle. She asked about his schedule, curious about how often he was home or away, but soon her questions shifted. She’d ask what he liked to eat, if he had a favorite snack or drink, and what time he usually woke up. It seemed innocent on the surface, but there was something in the way she asked that made you uncomfortable. You brushed it off at first, chalking it up to her being curious about working for someone well-known. But it didn’t stop there. Molly began offering to do things that felt unnecessary—she’d suggest taking the kids to Trent’s training facility, saying it would be a “nice surprise” for him to see them during the day. You appreciated the thought, but something about it didn’t sit right with you. Why was she so eager to be around him? Then there were the little things. She’d offer to do laundry, but you’d notice she’d focus on his clothes—ironing them meticulously, folding them with more care than seemed necessary. When Trent was home, she would linger just a little too long, asking if he needed anything, always offering some sort of convenience that made her entire job seem to revolve around him rather than the children. You told yourself you were overthinking it, that it was just your own discomfort with having another person in the house. After all, you weren’t used to having help, and it wasn’t easy letting someone else into such a personal space. But as the days went on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. There were moments when she’d make comments that seemed just a bit too familiar, like when she’d mention how much Trent must appreciate having someone take care of all the little things for him. It felt like she was subtly trying to take credit for things that had always been part of your routine, part of your role as a wife and mother. Why was she so focused on making his life easier, on being the one to anticipate his needs? It was unsettling. You wanted to trust her, to believe that she was just trying to be helpful, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you couldn’t ignore. You pushed the thoughts away, telling yourself that it was paranoia, that you were overreacting. But deep down, you knew. Something wasn’t right. And as the days went by, that uneasy feeling only grew stronger.

Trent had an away match so Molly had helped you that night until he returned. But as her time needed to be at the house came to a close, she was still checking on a few things, gathering her belongings but by then you and Trent had already settled yourselves in the cinema for a movie and a late night cuddle. Although that didn’t last long before things heated up between you two, clothes peeling off, the kiss messy as you straddled his lap. It had become a benefit of having Molly, that you two had more time alone. But your appreciation for Molly was suddenly shattered. 

“Oh shit! Mol… Molly.” You stuttered awkwardly seeing the light from the hallway get let into the room through the door as she opened it. Trent grunted not exactly thrilled that your hands flew off him grabbing for a blanket next to you, confused why you were stopping. You quickly pulled the blanket up further around you and Trent, your heart pounding in your chest from the shock and the vulnerability of the moment. “Molly, is everything okay?” you asked, your voice steady but with both an edge of annoyance and embarrassment you couldn’t quite hide. Your brows furrowed with your jaw slacked as you tried to keep your composure. You bare chest heaved out of breath from shock under the blanket now in front of Trent who was still taking in what was happening. She never interrupted like this, especially not when her workday was already done. You’d always trusted her to let herself out, to shoot a quick text if needed. This wasn’t like her—or maybe, you were realizing, you had missed something all along. Molly shifted in the doorway, her face flushed but not in the way one might expect from someone genuinely embarrassed. It was more like she had been caught in something—something that didn’t quite sit right.

 “I—I just wanted to check if you still needed me to come on Wednesday,” she said, her voice light. She glanced at Trent briefly, then back at you, her apology feeling insincere but her eyes lingering a little too long on Trent. He ran his hands over his face adjusting to the circumstances. Your brow furrowed deeper, the unease you had been feeling since the hiring before beginning to churn into something more intense. You’d already confirmed with her several times about her schedule—Wednesdays were always the same. There was no reason for her to be here, let alone come into the room, let alone while you and Trent were in the middle of… well, clearly something private.

“Yeah, sorry about this but erm… you know we need you on Wednesdays,” you replied, your voice firmer now, laced with a hint of suspicion. You weren’t sure what game she was playing, but whatever it was, it didn’t sit well with you. Trent, who had been so relaxed only moments ago, was now sitting up straighter, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“We’ve had the same schedule for months now.” Trent added not rudely but seriously. Molly’s eyes flicked to Trent again, and you could feel your body tense on top of him seeing her look at him. Reminding you very clearly he was yours, he was under you. You could sense his growing irritation but you weren’t sure if it was the interruption of what was about to happen or just her in general. But Trent wasn’t the type to let anyone make you feel uncomfortable, especially in your own home, and right now, he was clearly on edge.

“Sorry, I must have forgotten,” Molly said, her voice quieter now, but still not entirely convincing. She took a step back, and for a second, you thought she might leave. But then she hesitated in the doorway again, her eyes darting back to Trent one more time before finally mumbling another half-hearted apology and slipping out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, the tension in your body slowly unwinding. You turned to Trent, his expression hard, his jaw clenched as he stared at the closed door. His arms instinctively wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you back into his chest protectively.

“What the hell was that about?” he muttered, his voice low but simmering with annoyance but flicking to you with inquiry. He glanced down at you, concern flashing briefly in his eyes. “That didn’t feel right. You nodded, your mind spinning. You’d had an uneasy feeling for a while now, but this? This was crossing a line. 

“I don’t know, but it’s been off. She knew her schedule, T. She didn’t need to come into the room, especially not like that. T baby… she’s been…” You stuttered and then paused trying to think how to phrase this. Trent’s hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, but you could feel the tension still radiating from him. 

“You think she’s been weird with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly trying to gauge if this was about more than just tonight.

“I don’t know,” you said but you knew exactly that she had been, biting your lip. “But something’s been off with her for a while. The way the kids were hesitant around her when she first came… It feels like I ignored my gut, but now—this was different. She had no reason to come in here, and definitely not while we were… like that.”

“And you’re sure this isn’t just being protective over me and our babies?” Trent asked gently, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. But it wasn’t dismissive—he was genuinely trying to understand, and that’s what made you feel even more validated. Trent let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, clearly thinking things through. He leaned back a little, eyes soft but serious. “Okay, I hear you. You’re right, walking in like that was weird. Definitely weird considering…. She didn’t need to be anywhere near here that late at night.” He chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, still processing what happened “I mean, if I were her, I would’ve made sure not to interrupt my boss in the middle of… well, this.” You laughed softly with him. but it was brief, your mind still on the situation.

“I don’t know, T. I really don’t know. The way she looks at you sometimes… It’s not just admiration. And when she’s around the kids, it’s like she’s too focused on impressing you. Not in a professional way either.”

“Do you think she’s trying to get close to me? Like… crossing a line? Really crossing a line?” Trent raised an eyebrow, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek.

“Honestly? Yeah, maybe. And that’s what’s bothering me. I mean, she’s young, she’s probably just caught up in all the Trent Alexander-Arnold stuff.” Trent rolled his eyes with a soft laugh at you saying his name like that, “But baby it’s still odd, and I’m not sure I feel comfortable with her in our house.” You cooed.Trent nodded slowly, his expression softening even more. 

“Hey, pretty girl… if you want her gone, she’s gone, baby. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s enough for me. I don’t care if she’s good at her job—if she’s making you feel uneasy, then she’s out. I’ll handle it.” He cooed.  You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words, but there was still that lingering sense of unease. It wasn’t just about Molly’s inappropriate behavior, but about how protective you felt of your family—of Trent, of your babies, of the sanctuary your home was supposed to be.

“I don’t want to fire her. It’s her job. I just… now I feel bad.” You said quietly, resting your head back on his chest. “But our family is too important to me. My babies…. My T…. I don’t want anyone disrupting that.” You pouted. Trent’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing your forehead softly. 

“Baby, come on now.” He teased with a sweet sincere smile. “No one could ever come between you and me and those two silly tots we got upstairs. We’re solid. Mummy, Ted, Tees and daddy—we’re a team. I’m always going to have your back, just like you’ve got mine, yeah?” He smirked and kissed you again. You smiled into his chest, feeling reassured by his words. 

“Thanks for listening,” you murmured.

“Of course,” he replied, pulling you even closer. “But seriously, I’m going to make sure this is handled. No one makes my wife uncomfortable and gets to stick around.” He cooed and you giggled stupidly just liking anytime, even after years, trent stuck up for you. You felt a surge of affection for him, realizing how lucky you were to have someone who always put your feelings first. Trent’s protectiveness wasn’t overbearing—it was loving, rooted in his commitment to making sure you always felt safe and secure. You both fell into a comfortable silence, the warmth of the blankets around you, the hum of the TV still playing in the background, though you weren’t paying attention anymore. Trent pressed a kiss to your temple again, and you sighed in contentment.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” you teased softly, your eyes twinkling. ”Oh my god, you’re sucha boy…Little attention from the nanny got you acting all smug.” You smirked. Trent returned the smile, raising an eyebrow as he leaned down closer to you, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, 

“The only attention I want is from you, baby. And trust me, you give me more than enough.” He cooed. You giggled, playfully swatting at his chest as you shifted in his lap, snuggling back into his arms. 

“Good answer,” you said with a satisfied smile.

“You know I only have eyes for you. Always have, always will.” He grinned down at you, his hand gently cupping your cheek.  His words, as simple as they were, filled you with warmth. You loved how he could make you feel cherished with just a few sentences, how he knew exactly what to say to melt away any doubt.

“You better,” you replied softly, gazing up at him with a teasing smile. “No one else is putting up with your dramatic ass.” You pinched at him and he acted as if it hurt until he fell into a smile and pulled you into a silly messy kiss and then it turn soft and slow, as if he had all the time in the world to show you just how much he meant it. When he pulled away, you let out a breath, feeling lighter, more at ease.

“Now, can we please finish this movie?” Trent asked with a grin, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and amusement.

“Yeah, you want to watch the movie?” You laughed, leaning back into him knowing he was really itching to get you back over top of him again.  As you both settled back on the couch, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you, the earlier tension now completely gone, you knew you could face whatever came your way. With Trent by your side, everything felt right. The next morning, you’d deal with the situation with Molly. But for now, you were content to just be here, in this moment, with the man you loved, knowing that nothing could disrupt the life and love you had built together.

And so a few days had passed since the interruption. You were standing in the kitchen, casually tidying up after breakfast, when Trent's phone buzzed on the island. He'd just popped upstairs for a quick shower, enjoying a rare day off. At first, you ignored it, assuming it was a message about something trivial. But then it buzzed again, the screen lighting up with a notification that caught your eye. Molly. It wasn't that she texted often, so it piqued your curiosity. Maybe she had a question about her payment or something like that. You tried to brush it off, but when the second text came, you found yourself glancing at the screen. The preview of the second message read:

'OMG pls delete! Sorry! I didn't mean to send to you.'

Your brow furrowed in confusion. What could she have sent to Trent by mistake? A sense of unease crept over you, but you brushed it off as you picked up the phone. Trent was always open with you, and he wouldn't mind if you checked to see what was going on. Right? You slid open the message. What met your eyes made your heart stop. A video. You clicked on it without thinking, and instantly, a naked molly laying on a bed getting off burned into your brain. But what made the vile rise in your throat was the unmistakable sound of Molly moaning Trent's name. The desperate whine filled the kitchen. The phone slipped slightly in your hand as shock washed over you. Your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest as you quickly swiped the video away, exiting out of it as fast as you could. But the damage was done. You'd seen-and heard-enough. The room seemed to close in around you as you stood frozen, the reality of what just happened sinking in. Molly. Moaning. Trent's name. Your husband’s name. The phone in your hand suddenly felt like a weight you couldn't hold, and you set it back down on the counter with trembling fingers. For a moment, you couldn't breathe. What was that? Why did she send that? And worse-why was she saying his name? You felt a mix of anger and disgust bubble up inside you. There was no way you were imagining this. No way you were overreacting now. Your instincts about Molly had been right from the start-she wasn't just a harmless nanny with a little crush. This was something more. Something you never could've imagined. Your mind raced, replaying the moments leading up to this, all the signs that now felt so obvious. The way she looked at Trent, the excuses she made to linger when he was around, the strange energy that you couldn't quite put your finger on but now seemed glaringly clear. Your chest tightened as you stood there, trying to figure out what to do. Trent had no idea. God, you hoped he had no idea. He had no idea that this woman-this person you'd let into your home, around your children-was capable of something like this.As you stood there, feeling the weight of the situation sink in, you heard the water upstairs shut off. Trent would be coming down any second now. Your stomach twisted with the thought of confronting him, of telling him what had just happened. You knew you had to say something, but how? How were you supposed to explain this? You took a deep breath, your heart still racing as you tried to compose yourself. There was no way you were letting this go. Molly was done. She wasn't setting foot in this house again. But first, you needed to talk to Trent.

As Trent came down the stairs, his skin still damp from the shower and his shoulders relaxed from the day off, he caught sight of you sitting at the kitchen table. You were now holding Theo, up from his nap, but your gaze was far away, deep in thought. There was an unfamiliar heaviness in the air, and he could sense it immediately. Still, he walked over with that cheeky grin, trying to keep things light. 

"Am I in trouble?" he asked playfully, as if expecting some little domestic joke or quip about his bags by the door. You looked up, giving him a soft pout, shaking your head. 

"No," you said, but there was a weight behind the word that didn't match your usual tone. Theo, ever the restless little boy, squirmed in your arms, eager to get to his dad. His little hands reached out, his legs kicking, and so you gently put him down. The moment his feet hit the floor, he stumbled over to Trent, his unsteady legs wobbling as he reached for him. Trent immediately bent down, grabbing Theo's chubby little arms and lifting them high above his head to steady him, smiling down at his son. But when he looked back at you, his expression changed-concerned now, no more teasing.

"What's going on then?" He asked. You took a long breath, feeling the weight of what you were about to say sink deeper into your chest. You couldn't put it off, not after what you had seen. A part of you felt a bit worried that Trent and Molly had somehow managed to pull the wool over your eyes. 

"I... I looked at your phone," you started, immediately seeing the slight confusion in his eyes. He smirked thinking you were awfully dramatic for looking at his innocent phone filled with football schedules, photos of Teddy, and texts to his mum. "There was a text from Molly." You said unprecedented. Trent's brow furrowed, clearly not expecting that. "At first, I thought it was about work or something. But then... another one came through." You explained hesitantly. Theo was still tugging at Trent's joggers, his little fingers gripping the fabric as he babbled, but Trent barely noticed, his focus locked onto you. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to continue. "She sent you a video... of her. And she…” His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stood there, stunned into silence. “She moaned your name as she…” You paused. “Well she was masturbating in it." You awkwardly explained. His eyes widened all the more, and for a moment, he just stood there, stunned into a complete silence. Theo pulled more insistently at his joggers, impatiently wanting his dad's attention, but Trent remained frozen, his mind spinning, trying to process what you'd just said. Finally, Theo's persistence won out, and Trent glanced down at him.

"Sorry, Tees," he murmured barely aloud, lifting Theo into his arms with one hand, his gaze still fixed on you, full of confusion and disbelief. "I…I can't believe that," Trent finally muttered. "Let me see the text." He asked you.

"No!" You yelped, grabbing his phone from the table before he could reach for it, a laugh bubbling out of you despite the tension. "You are not seeing that, T!” Your eyes lighting up with both fear and hilarity. Trent raised an eyebrow, still trying to piece things together, but there was the faintest glint of amusement behind his serious expression.

"Baby..." he said in that low, teasing voice, his hand reaching out, palm up, as if coaxing the phone from you.

"You're holding our son! There is no way you're going to see our babysitter touching herself saying *your name like that." You shook your head, laughing again,  Trent rolled his eyes, smirking slightly, but you could see the shift in his expression-the disbelief giving way to a quiet, protective anger.  You sat at the kitchen table, staring at Trent as you reached for his phone again. "Alright, I'm playing it for you," you warned him, your voice stern. “But you’re not seeing the girl’s… well I have an opinionated description but my Theo doesn’t need that and neither do you.” You smirked. He nodded with a sympathetic yet sheepish look, still clearly not expecting what was about to come. You hit play, and the unmistakable sound of Molly moaning his name filled the air. His eyes widened, stunned into silence, and you could see the realization dawn on him.  "Trent." You didn't hesitate, narrowing your eyes as you said his name with a warning edge pausing the video. He snapped out of his shock with a laugh, but it was more out of surprise than interest or amusement. 

"Baby.. I didn't think you were serious," he stammered, his voice rising with disbelief. "That's insane." You looked at him, keeping your face dead serious. 

"I am fucking serious, T. She works for us and that was not a mistake." You whined. Trent shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the unsettling sound he'd just heard.

"Well, she's obviously fired," he said bluntly, his tone more serious now as he looked at you. Theo, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between you and his dad, giggled and patted at Trent's cheek, trying to pull his attention back to playing. Trent gave Theo a small smile, his free hand brushing over his son's curls, but his eyes met yours, silently reassuring you that he understood just how serious this was. You leaned back in your chair, shaking your head with a wry smile.

"I knew something felt off with her. But I never thought it was this. Like do you know how fucking insane that is to send that not only to the person you work for but to a father… a husband… like she is so integrated in our lives and she tries to play it off like it was a mistake." Your bottom lip quivered. Trent sat down next to you, balancing Theo on his lap. A free arm wrapping around your waist. You leaned into him. “She holds my babies, my beautiful little babies I made with you and then she sends you a video like that.” You whimpered.

"I’m so so sorry, beautiful. Well, you were right. I can't believe she did that… and after being in our house, with our kids. I know you’re going to worry but you don’t have to, I will take care of everything." His voice was low but simmering with anger. "You shouldn't have had to deal with that."

"I just... she crossed so many lines. And you know me, I trust you. But I needed you to know." You sighed, glancing at the phone again, still in your hand.He nodded, his expression softening as he reached out to hold your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

"I know. I'm so sorry, baby. I’m sorry you had to find out something like this. But I'm glad you told me." He cooed. Theo babbled again, squirming in Trent's lap, Trent finally tore his gaze away from you to focus on his son. "You're okay, mate, yeah?" he murmured, bouncing Theo slightly, the tension in his body starting to ease as he focused on the present.

“Dada!! Dada! Mama!” Theo squealed in a jumbled babble. Lighting up seeing you both. His adorable smile making dimples sink into his cheeks mirroring the ones in Trent’s. You watched them for a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips as you thought about how easily Trent could shift from being your rock to being the world's best dad. He caught your eye again, that same soft smile on his face, and you both knew-no matter how bizarre or frustrating this situation was, you'd handle it together.

"Alright, alright," he said, more soberly now. "I was serious though, baby. She's out. We'll change the locks tomorrow, promise." He glanced down at Theo, who was now very content with the attention,sitting on his dad’s lap, completely oblivious to the adult tension in the room. Trent gave him a playful squeeze. "We need to find someone who doesn't fancy daddy so much, huh?" Trent teased. You couldn't help but pout slightly, your lips pressing together as you watched Trent be so nonchalant about the situation. It was part of his charm, but still-it unnerved you just a little. Trent moved Theo to his leg closest to you.  He leaned down, his lips brushing over your forehead in a sweet, grounding kiss then looking at Theo. "Cause daddy loves mummy so much. We don't need anyone else, huh?" He cooed. Theo nuzzled into Trent, his little face pressing against his dad's chest in a gesture that made your heart swell. You smiled, mouthing a quiet ‘thank you’ as you reached out to kiss Trent's shoulder, finding comfort in his warmth. His smile softening as he wrapped his arms around you and Theo. "We don't need anyone but mummy in our lives," he added, his voice tender. You nodded, finally feeling the tension melt away. It had been a weird, uncomfortable moment, but now, as you stood there with your husband and your little boy, the love between you all was what mattered most. It just ached that someone you invited into your home tried to seduce your husband, the man holding you and your little boy. 

You stood in the kitchen, arms crossed tightly over your chest, shifting from foot to foot. The idea of Molly coming back to the house made your stomach twist, but you hadn’t found the right moment to tell Trent how unsettled you felt about it. Finally, you mustered the courage and spoke, your voice a little shaky. 

“Trent… I’m scared for her to come back to the house.” Trent was standing by the counter, and as soon as the words left your mouth, he looked up. His expression softened immediately, and without hesitation, he walked over to you. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as he gently swayed you back and forth, trying to soothe your nerves. You could feel his calm energy, and it helped a little, but the anxiety still bubbled inside you. He smiled softly, knowing exactly how to ease your fears. 

“Baby, I got this. Don’t worry,” he reassured, his deep voice steady and comforting. “I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to her. You’re not doing this alone.” You rested your head on his chest, letting yourself relax slightly against him, but the worry lingered. 

“It just feels awkward… like, it’s not ideal. I don’t want to fire her over the phone, but having her here makes me feel—” You frowned.

“I know,” he cut in, his hands staying firmly on you, grounding you. “But we’ll do it face to face, with respect. And trust me, I’ll make sure she is no longer working for us.” Trent’s confidence always thrived in moments like this, where he had to step up, be the protector, the dad, the husband. He didn’t shy away from responsibility; he embraced it. You could feel it in the way he held you, the unspoken promise that he would fix this. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your temple, and you closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss. “You don’t have to be scared,” he murmured. “I’m here. We’ll handle it together.” You nodded, letting out a small breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but with Trent by your side, you felt just a little braver.

When Molly arrived, it was like the warmth in the house disappeared. The air felt heavy, and the tension was immediate. Trent stood tall, his usual calm demeanor in place, but there was an edge to him. He kept his words straightforward and polite, informing Molly that her services were no longer needed. He didn't mention the text or the video. He didn't have to. But Molly had other plans. She stepped forward, too close to Trent, making him instinctively step back, his brow furrowing as he tried to process what she was doing. There was an unsettling boldness in her posture, like she thought the moment had been orchestrated just for them. 

"You don't need her, Trent. You could have anything you want." Her voice was low, almost predatory as she spoke.  Her words dripped with insinuation, and then she crossed a line you could never have expected. "How often are you even getting to have sex anymore? I could offer another service if you need it." Trent's face twisted in disbelief, but before he could respond, the sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor broke the tension. Teddy came running from the kitchen, her sweet voice babbling excitedly unaware what was happening in the foyer.  

"Daddy! Daddy, come be with me and mummy! Hurries!" Her innocent interruption was a lifeline, pulling Trent away from the bizarre reality of the moment. You heard her too, and instinctively chased after her, scooping her up as you came to the entryway. You barely made eye contact with Molly, your heart pounding in your chest. But she wasn't done. She turned to you, saying your name like she could explain herself, like she could reason her way out of what she'd done. It was strange it was like this person in front of you now was like someone you had never met. 

"Molly, I was so kind to you. Why... why would you do something like that?" Your voice cracked with emotion as you struggled to understand. The words felt surreal coming out of your mouth. You had trusted her, and now here she was, trying to rip apart your family. Your hands trembled, and tears began to well in your eyes. Trent picked Teddy up, his strong arms cradling her gently as he turned to you. 

"C'mere, my baby bear," he whispered softly to Teddy, kissing her forehead. "I'll come be with you and Mama in just a second, okay?" Teddy clung to Trent, still oblivious to the situation but sensing something wasn't right. 

"This is my family," you said, your voice shaking as the tears finally spilled over. You’d laughed with her weeks ago and now she was making you cry. "This isn't some random person for you to sext. Why?" As you kept talking, your emotions overwhelmed you. Trent's eyes flashed with protective anger as he gently handed Teddy to you, his arms wrapping around you both. "You’re okay, baby.” He pressed a kiss into your hair, his touch reassuring. 

“Ted, go with mummy to the kitchen," he murmured, his voice calm but firm, his presence steady. I'll handle it." You stood there, holding Teddy tight, tears streaming down your face as Trent kissed you once more, this time on your temple. You buried your face in your daughter's hair, inhaling her soft scent, trying to ground yourself in the love you had, the love that Molly could never come close to. Trent's hand found the back of your head, gently soothing you as he took control of the situation, ready to protect what mattered most.

As you left the room with Teddy in your arms, the weight of your emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart pounded as you tried to steady your breathing, clutching your little girl close. You could still hear the confrontation behind you, but it felt like a blur. All you wanted was to protect your daughter from the turmoil inside the house. Molly began stammering, attempting to explain herself, her voice faltering as she realized the gravity of her actions. But Trent cut her off sharply, his voice laced with controlled anger. 

“I don’t need to hear your excuses about the text,” he said, his words dripping with disdain. “It was beyond inappropriate.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping but growing in intensity. “What you will never understand is that you will never be my Y/N. No matter how good you think you look, you will never look as good as my wife. No matter how sweet you are, you will never be as sweet as my wife.” His words were like fire, burning through any delusions Molly might have had. His voice grew even more forceful as he continued, “You will never be something I want because you’re not her. You’re not the mother of my children, the woman who holds my life together. You will never understand what that woman does for me—what she is to me.” His words hung in the air, the tension palpable. Then, with a finality that left no room for argument, Trent said, “You no longer work for us. You will never step within 100 yards of my family, my wife, my children. My fucking children.” The rare, burning anger in his voice echoed down the hallway, and you could feel the intensity of it as you stood in the corridor, trying to listen while comforting Teddy. 

“Whys dada yelling?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her small body squirmed against you, her little face scrunched up with worry. 

“Daddy’s upset, sweetheart,” you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. “He’s just protecting us, okay? It’s going to be alright.” You kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter.  But inside, your heart raced, and your stomach churned as you heard Trent’s anger grow. It was rare for him to lose his cool like this, and it only showed how deeply this betrayal had affected him. You rocked Teddy gently, her little arms wrapped around your neck as you stood there, feeling the weight of what had happened, but also the fierce love and protection Trent was showing for you and your family. Trent was pacing, his fists clenched and his voice louder than you’d ever heard it. The fury was raw, and it startled you to see him like this, his protectiveness unleashed into a rare, burning anger. 

“Nah, fuck this!” he shouted, his face red with fury. “My fucking family gives you a job, and you throw pull that shit? Tell me you can do more than my wife!” His voice echoed through the house, each word sharper than the last. You knew this wasn’t the man you saw every day—the calm, collected, loving partner. He was angry in a way that you’d never fully witnessed before, and it felt like the only thing that could calm him was you. You set Teddy down and quietly, you came up behind him, your footsteps soft on the floor, and without saying a word, you slipped your arms around his waist. 

“Trent… Baby…” Your voice was soft, a balm to his fury. “It’s enough now.” You whispered, resting your head against his strong back, you pressed your cheek into his shoulder. He was breathing heavily, the muscles in his body still tense, but your touch had an immediate effect. His heart was still pounding in his chest, but as he stood there, feeling you holding onto him, he began to calm. You whispered again, your voice barely audible, “Please… enough.” Trent took a deep, shaky breath. His fists loosened at his sides, and you could feel the tension start to melt away. Sure, she had only sent a video but it was weighted, it was inappropriate, and both you and Trent felt threatened by it. Being in the spotlight made your relationship with the outside world very scary and this was the that exact fear coming to fruition. 

“Please leave our home,” he said, his voice low and firm. “And please never come back.” He was still angry, but now he was in control. Molly stood frozen, her eyes darting between you and Trent, but she could see it was over. Her chance to explain, to apologize—none of it mattered anymore. You didn’t need words to tell her how done you were. Your eyes spoke volumes, and with a quiet, pleading look, you mouthed, ‘just go.’ She hesitated for a moment but then slowly turned and left without another word, the front door closing behind her with a finality that felt like a weight lifting from the house. Trent turned to you, his face still flushed, but the fire had gone. Teddy, who had quietly trailed behind you, was sobbing softly, her tiny hands reaching out for him. Trent immediately scooped her up, his expression softening as he kissed her tear-streaked cheeks. “It’s okay, baby bear. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice tender and full of love. “Shh, don’t cry. Daddy’s not mad anymore.” You could see the shift in him, the protector back in his role. He held Teddy close, rocking her gently, but you could still sense his need to fully calm down.

“I’m going to make sure Theo didn’t wake up,” he said, looking at you with a softness that replaced all the anger from earlier. You nodded, giving him a small smile of reassurance. Trent gave you a lingering kiss on the forehead before turning and walking upstairs with Teddy in his arms, her little face nestled into his neck. As you watched him go, you exhaled deeply, feeling the heaviness of the moment finally starting to pass. But through it all, one thing was clear: Trent’s fierce love for you and the kids was unshakable. 

You stepped outside, the cool air hit your face, a sharp contrast to the intensity that had filled the house moments earlier. Molly was halfway down the driveway, her posture tense, but she stopped when she heard you call her name.

“Hey, Molly.” She turned to face you, her expression caught between fear and defiance. You walked toward her slowly, every step deliberate. The weight of what had just happened lingered between you, thick in the air. You weren’t one to lash out, but this—this was different. “You know,” you began, your voice steady but laced with a cold edge, “I don’t know why you felt the need to try to seduce my husband. I don’t understand how you could come into our home, take care of my babies, and act like this. But I hope—” your voice sharpened, “I hope you remember this if you ever have a family one day. What it feels like to have someone try to threaten that. To come inside your home and hold your babies with an agenda.” Molly’s mouth opened as if to say something, but you held up a hand. A subtle shake of your head silenced her before the words could form. You didn’t want excuses, and you certainly didn’t want an apology. “We all make mistakes,” you said, your voice quieter now but still pointed, “and I really hope someone’s next mistake happens to you. Maybe then you’ll understand what it feels like.” Her eyes widened, stunned by the venom in your words. You were proud of yourself for not backing down, for standing your ground and protecting the family you’d built. The tension in the air was palpable, but it was clear who had the upper hand now. Your eyes narrowed as you looked her up and down one last time, and with a finality in your voice, you said, “Goodbye, Molly.”

You turned and walked back inside without waiting for her response, closing the door firmly behind you. As you stepped into the nursery, the warmth of the room instantly enveloped you, a contrast to the tension and cold that had filled the house earlier. The soft glow of the lamps cast shadows that danced on the walls, creating a peaceful haven from the storm of emotions downstairs. The sound of Theo’s little giggles filled the space, a melody of pure joy as Trent’s large hands tickled his chubby sides. Theo wriggled and squealed, trying to escape but loving every second of the attention from his dad.

“Is my sleepy boy awake now?” you asked playfully, leaning against the doorway with a smile, taking in the scene before you. Theo, paused his giggling for a second to look up at you with his wide, innocent eyes, a smile still plastered across his face. Trent turned to face you, and the sight of him—cradling your son, with Teddy hanging off him like he was a personal playground —made your heart swell. It was a snapshot of everything you loved, everything that mattered.

“Mama!!!! Come play with Daddy and Tio please!” Teddy’s voice, full of excitement, pulled you from your thoughts as she tugged on Trent’s shirt, determined to keep the attention on her. With a grin, you walked over, your fingers running through her soft hair as you gently pried her off Trent. 

“Come here, my beautiful girl,” you whispered, scooping her into your arms. You couldn’t resist tickling her sides, and her loud, uninhibited laughter echoed through the room, mixing with Theo’s earlier giggles. Her joy was infectious, and soon you were all laughing. Trent chuckled, watching you with that look in his eyes that told you just how much he adored you—how much he adored this life. Still holding Theo in one arm, he reached out with his free hand and pulled you and Teddy in closer, enveloping the three of you in his protective embrace. It was a moment of complete unity, the four of you bundled together, a perfect reflection of the love and strength you had built as a family. You rested your head against Trent’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. His warmth, his strength—it was everything you needed in that moment. You glanced up at him, and his eyes were soft, his lips curled into a tender smile that made your breath catch. Your heart felt full to the brim, the kind of full that brought tears to your eyes. And it must have shown, because Teddy, always so observant despite her age, looked up at her daddy, her little face scrunched in that thoughtful way she had.

“I like Daddy’s smile,” she said, her voice small but sure. “‘Cause makes mama smile.” Her words struck you deeply. You let out a soft giggle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. 

“I like it too, baby,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “I love it especially because you and Tio have it too,  because you look just like Daddy, huh?” Trent’s arm tightened around you, and you felt the slight shift in his posture as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. His lips brushed your hair, and the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine. 

“I love you,” he whispered softly, his words meant just for you. “I love our family.” But then his gaze shifted, and he looked at both of your children, his expression becoming more serious, more intense. He bent down slightly to meet Teddy’s eyes, his voice quiet but filled with emotion as he said, “I love being yours” The sincerity in his voice hung in the air, wrapping around you like a blanket. He shifted Theo, who was now sleepy from all the tickling, onto his other arm. Theo yawned, his tiny hand resting on Trent’s shoulder, his eyelids fluttering as he started to drift off again. Teddy, still curled in your lap, beamed up at her daddy, her eyes shining with love. 

“We love, dada,” she said, her small voice full of certainty, her arms wrapping around your waist as if she could squeeze you both tighter. You blinked away the tears welling up in your eyes and looked up at Trent. He caught your gaze and smiled, that familiar smile that made everything feel right. 

 “I love you more, baby bear. We don’t ever need anyone else,” Trent cooed. The weight of the day seemed to melt away in the warmth of the embrace.

“Always just us. Just us.” You cooed. Trent pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment. “Maybe one more though.” You whispered cheekily. Trent pulled back to look at you with all the love in the world reflected in his eyes. He winked at you as if to agree. In that moment, with your daughter in your lap, your son on Trent’s arm, and the overwhelming feeling of love filling every corner of the room, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, this was your home. This was your family. And nothing else mattered.

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SWEET DESIRE: genshin boys & their kinks

characters: childe, xiao, diluc, & ayato

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: feminine pet names and references to female genitalia; they’re all possessive, just in different ways; breeding kink, corruption kink, mindbreaking/dumbification, overstimulation, semi-public sex, implied dacryphilia (childe); voyeurism and general perviness, somnophilia, implied corruption kink (xiao); overstimulation, restraints, marking, spanking, yandere behavior (diluc); dom/sub relationship, brat taming, dacryphilia, degradation, humiliation, edging, painplay/spanking (ayato); 18+; minors and ageless blogs do not interact

CHILDE

“What’s wrong, ptichka?” He leans down to lap the tears from your cheeks with a smile as condescending as it is kind. “I thought you were ready for this, but we’re only getting started.”

Is it really any wonder that this man has a breeding kink? He’s a family man, after all, and beneath all his bluster, there’s really nothing he wants more than a happy little family of his own to come home to. While he rationally knows that may be out of the picture for as long as he’s a Harbinger, he still can’t help but lose his mind a little at the sight of his come overflowing from your hole. Even better if he gets to fuck it back into you with his fingers to make sure you don’t lose a single drop, humming sweet praises all the while: you're being so good for me, babygirl. Gonna make you a mommy.

Speaking of fingers–Childe is good with his hands. When he really wants to tease you he’ll watch you struggle to drag his gloves off with nothing but your teeth, just so he can use those very hands to fuck into your mouth until you’re a drooling mess, begging for his fingers in your pussy instead. Maybe if he’s feeling nice, he’ll even reward you for your efforts.

He loooooves corrupting good girls. Girls who follow the rules, girls who put responsibility first, girls who take care of everyone else before themselves. He’ll tease you, give you just enough to get your hopes up before backing off and making you plead for his attention. Don’t worry; he won’t break you, at least not on purpose. He just wants to teach you how good it feels to allow yourself to let go and relish in all those dirty, greedy little impulses, the desires that only he can fulfill.

Childe likes it when his partners are vocal during sex, and he’s willing to put in the work to make that happen. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist in general–just another way of making sure there are no doubts in anyone’s minds who you belong to–but it doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of the Fatui headquarters or some isolated cabin in the mountains, he makes a game out of overstimulating you until you’re a broken, whimpering mess crying his name.

XIAO

“Please–” You can always tell when he’s about to break. He begs so sweetly, his stubborn scowl fading into something soft and needy. “Say it again. Tell me I’m good.”

 It shouldn’t come as any kind of surprise that Xiao is a virgin. He’s so afraid of becoming close to others, yet more and more he finds his mind drifting to all those lewd, forbidden places when he’s around you. It’s obvious, too, the way he stares when you bend over to pick something up or the neckline of your shirt dips a little too low; but all the embarrassment and guilt in the world aren’t enough to make him hold back his voyeuristic impulses.

And oh, the moment you realize what’s going on and decide to indulge him, it’s over for Xiao. He’s obsessed with the way you tease him, your hands brushing against his thigh, or lightly steering him by the small of his back, all while you give him that same, trusting smile as always. This is just what friends do, isn’t it?

It takes a long time before he’s able to build up enough trust to let you touch him, but he loves watching you touch yourself. The way your hands, the same ones that have touched him so innocently so many times before, flick at your puffy clit; all those dirty sounds that fill the air; the blissed-out look on your pretty little face when you finally unravel. Witnessing you, being wanted by you–it’s already so much more than Xiao thinks he deserves.

The only think he loves more than feeling like your loyal guardian as you slumber is fucking you when you’re asleep. Sometimes because you’re having a bad dream; sometimes because he just can’t help himself, not when you’re lying so innocently beside him, filling his mind with impure thoughts.

Even at his brattiest, he always, always, always asks permission before coming. Inside of you, on you, even into his own hand. It’s as much about consent for him as it is getting confirmation from you that he’s earned this.

DILUC

“That’s right, precious,” he murmurs, his sonorous voice so unusually soft that you can’t help but shiver from words alone. “Just sit still and let me take care of you.”

Diluc loves giving oral, and he’s a messy eater, too. It’s like your sweet pussy is an aphrodisiac to him; he loses track of time, swirling his tongue around your tender bud and drinking in your taste until he’s left you overstimulated without even trying. He feels genuinely bad about it, too, every time he realizes just how greedy he’s been, how long he’s made you beg and cry for relief–but it’s not enough to keep him from forgetting himself again the next time he goes down on you.

He’s a very giving lover in general; really, he just wants to make you feel good. And, well, the beautiful sight of your tight little pussy creaming around his cock–that’s just a sweet side effect.

It takes a long time to get him to admit to his more taboo desires, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. Most of all, he dreams of seeing you strung up; from the frame of his bed in the winery, or even more shamefully, from the rafters of his tavern (long after close, of course–no one else deserves to see something so beautiful). As much as he consciously respects your freedom and independence, there’s a dark part of him that wants to keep you safe and protected, somewhere only he can reach you.

He likes seeing his marks on your skin, too. Hickeys, mostly, but he’s not entirely above punishing you more thoroughly if he decides you’ve been a little too flirty with his patrons or too risky in your adventures. He apologizes every time his hand comes down on your ass, and yet he can’t hide how hard the sight of your soft and rippling skin makes him when it flushes and begins to bruise.

AYATO

“I’m sorry, doll, but you know the rules.” His lip trail gently across the marks left by his own hand only moments ago, reminding you that your master is just as forgiving as he is merciless. “Now, are you ready to be a good girl and do as you’re told?”

Do I even need to say that Ayato is a mean dom? He loves the thrill of the chase, learning exactly what makes his partner tick just so he can break them down. The worst part is how composed he remains through it all, like his twisted desire to see you squirm is just another of his odd little jokes.

His technique in bed is no less refined than his skill with a sword, either; he’s mastered the delicate art of pushing your limits without breaking them, testing your devotion to him with every slap and caress until you’re putty in his hands.

While Ayato demands absolute loyalty from his partners from the start, he doesn’t mind putting in the work to tame bratty subs; in fact, he likes it better that way. The more headstrong and stubborn you are, the easier it is for him to ensure that you’re all his by the time he’s finished molding you into the perfect toy.

He isn’t opposed to using pain as a punishment, but in most cases, he prefers withholding what he knows you want. He’ll edge you until you’re a sobbing wreck, begging for his cock; and as much as he knows he should hate to see you suffer like this, nothing makes him as hard as the sight of your pretty little face streaming with tears. Before he gives you your sweet release, he makes you beg for it, promising him you’ll be good from now on, that you’ve learned your place as his dumb little whore.

Ayato loves putting you in all kinds of degrading positions: cockwarming him in his office, touching yourself while he watches, humping the smooth leather of his shoes as you beg him to touch you properly. He likes knowing he’s the only one with the privilege of seeing you this way: flushed, humiliated, needy. His.

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Mtl preffering giving or receiving head? 💞💞ATEEZ

Ohhhh thank you for sending this in 🙊 it's a very good question!! 💕

giving

Yeosang

Seonghwa

Yunho

Hongjoong

Wooyoung

San

Mingi

Jongho

receiving

I think both Yeosang and Seonghwa prefer giving head to their partner! Though they do like getting sucked off by you sometimes, they'd much rather please you. Both the type who could get off on your taste alone, plus they just looooove making you feel good and having you cum on their tongues.... high chances on them getting drunk on the experience

Yunho is a pleaser, so obviously I have to put him high up on the list. Enjoys having you suck him off from time to time, but likes the feeling of having his face buried between your thighs much more. Could spend hours giving head to you, actually. He just wants to make you feel good 🥺 and maybe overstim you with his tongue

Hongjoong I think also prefers giving head over receiving head, but at the end of the day he's down for both. I can see him as a big fan of 69, maybe even making it a competition to see who can make the other cum fastest. And idk if this is smth a lot of people have said or not, but the guy's got some skill imo. Even just him teasing you with a few chaste licks will have you at the edge of your seat, so prepare to see stars once he dives into this properly...

For both Wooyoung and San I think it's pretty much 50/50. Maybe Woo likes giving just a little more, but they pretty much have no preference between the two. I think Wooyoung is the type who absolutely has to give you head back after you sucked him off, and fuck he loves both the feeling of being in your mouth and tasting you. Meanwhile San completely loses his mind over both giving and receiving, but the latter will make him go crazy the most. Could spend all day fucking your mouth, but loves giving head to you equally as much

As for both Mingi and Jongho I think they prefer receiving. Though that doesn't mean they don't like giving you head, but receiving definitely gets them going more. The types to get pretty dominant about it too at times, telling you to get on your knees for them, maybe even guiding you, and even just watching you with their dick in your mouth turns them on soooo much. When it's their turn to return the favour, I think they both like to still take their time and savour the moment though

[konigsluvr]

Hey hey! I'd like to request König headcanons please. I was thinking more of his childhood but it can be anything really :D thanks x

Also I'm an Avatar fan too! Don't seem to know a lot of people who are into both #teamneteyam

Hey!! I looooove Avatar so much, I haven't been reading it much lately but 2 months ago I was on tumblr all day, everyday just reading various Avatar fics (best days of my life). I miss neteyam so much :(( I really hope this is to your liking<3 i have included some NSFW headcannons, but there will be a warning, if you are uncomfortable, just skip. Reposts are highly appreciated. I will literally marry you. And of course, here I present...

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König Headcanons

Includes: Childhood König. König x fem!reader. Fluff. Spice. Smut.

☆ As said in his biography, he has suffered from severe social anxiety throughout his life. This probably started developing in maybe late childhood/early teens.

☆ I can picture him as the quiet kid in school. Had a couple chill friends that he was comfortable around and hung out with after school.

☆ I think König was average grade student (like me lmao), not bad grades but not super good either, he just did what he had to do at school.

☆ He liked helping around the house so he could contribute and help his parents save time.

☆ He applied to the military at 17, having a job that allows him to blow off steam would help with his anxiety sometimes but if it's a more dangerous mission than usual, his anxiety might peak but he could have coping mechanisms.

☆ Even though he is 6'10" and literally all muscle, he can't stay still. Due to his anxiety again, he is fidgety at times depending on the social situation he is in. Now this leads onto the relationship stuff.

☆ With him being fidgety, I feel his love language is physical touch. He can sometimes struggle with his words but you always know that he loves you when he cuddles you or does little things like playing with your hair or holding your hand whenever you are in public.

☆ König isn't the best at working with technology but you'll show him how he can text you and phone you, so whenever he has free time at base or whenever he isn't with you, expect him spamming you with texts because he misses you so much :((

☆ He has a gym at home for when he wants to work out but with him having such a physical job he doesn't feel the need to workout everyday, maybe 3 or 4 times a week when he's home with you but at base he'll do it more as its like the only thing to do there.

☆ He enjoys going on walks. When he's home with you he'll love going on a walk in the woods or just wondering around town with you, go shopping to get food for supper or something, he'll sneakily buy flowers to surprise you. At base, he sometimes can't sleep well so he'll just walk around for some fresh air to clear his mind.

☆ His down time with you would be watching your favourite show or a random movie. He would do it just to cuddle up or be with you but he will get invested. Like I watched the notebook last night and I was thinking about König crying as you watch the notebook together.

☆ Like you'll be watching the movie and a sad scene comes up, you are already crying and you hear a sniffle but it isn't from you. You turn to your left and see a tear rolling down Königs cheek. This will make you cry harder as you wipe away his tears and cuddle into his neck.

☆ With König having a high payed job, he has a lot of money that he doesn't know how to spend. Lucky him, he has you. You would tell him its no bother, that you have enough clothes and pretty jewellery to last you a lifetime but he drags you to the car to your favourite store and you can't help but give in.

☆ He would get a former guard dog and train it to only command you and him, this dog would stay at home with you all the time. You would take it out walks and just spend your whole day with it. He wants to make sure you are safe all of the time.

NSFW AHEAD!!

☆ He likes to take it slow, make ethereal love to you and treat you like your made of glass. You would let a few tears roll down your cheek from his sweetness.

☆ Pussy eater!!! He is like a god with his tongue. Worships your clit like its his favourite thing while his fingers work in and out of you. It doesn't matter if you are crying from overstimulation, you have a safe word. His only mission is making you cum.

☆ Loves face sitting, literally just loves your pussy on his face and your thighs pushing against the side of his head. You would tell him that you are too heavy, he huffs frustrated and pulls you down on him and instantly gets to work. Let's just say, you forgot about what you said 3 seconds ago.

☆ Breeding kink. Sorry, not sorry. In all his fantasies about you, it's you all pretty n pregnant with his baby. You will have that pregnant woman glow and he just can't keep his hands off of you. He doesn't really wear condoms but you'll usually be on the pill, he still struggles to pull out but it's nearly impossible for him. But when he does cum in you, he finds it the sexiest thing ever. He'll use his fingers to plunge his load back into you to feed his growing hunger.

☆ He loves when you top him and take your time with him, but he also enjoys being in charge and having his sole focus on you, even if you just came for the fourth time from his tongue and his cock is rock hard.

☆ The ratio between him giving you head and you giving him head is very diverse. He loves a good blowie but only does it when you want to, he will never ask you.

☆ Isn't one for quickies, he wants to take his time with you. He wouldn't like the risk of someone else seeing you being intimate with him, that is a sight only for him to see.

☆ Isn't afraid to make noise in the bedroom. Whimpering. Moaning. Whining. Groaning. He does it all.

I hoped you liked this!! If you have any more requests don't be shy. Stay safe and take care of yourself my lovies xx

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ATEEZ: General NSFW Headcanons 🖤 (18+/ MDNI) 🔞🔞🔞

i am currently hard at work on the maknae line ver. of your first time having sex with ateez imagines, BUT i thought i could put this little diddy out to hold y’all over :) this one is more gender neutral too so it’s more inclusive!

TW: switch!HJ, switch!SH, dom!YH, sub!YS, dom!S, dom!MG, sub!WY, switch!JH, sexual intercourse (protection is up in the air,) giving and receiving oral sex, marking up, hair pulling, aftercare, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, missionary, doggy style, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spanking/ impact play, edging/ orgasm denial, choking, manhandling, pet names, sex toys, bondage, praise, degradation, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, jealous sex, thigh riding, size kink, daddy/sir kink, morning sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, roleplay, pegging, neck kissing and biting, breast/nipple play, begging, brat taming, rough sex, forced eye contact, phone sex/sexting, leather, food play, breeding kink, body worship, masturbation play, biting, grinding/dry humping, groping, undressing, whimpering/ moaning, kissing, mentions of BDSM, cursing

(god this is a lot, never say i don’t keep you guys FED 😤💞)

Hongjoong:

The switchiest switch that ever switched

He can be the biggest dom, especially when he’s jealous

Like have you seen how possessive he gets over his fans? Imagine how he is about you

All he has to do is see someone looking at you with desire and he sees red

All that’s going through his head is: “mine. mine. mine.”

Fucks you so hard you can’t walk and then goes: “Do you think anyone else could fuck you like that? No, I’m the only one. They can look at you all they want.”

Ooooo and if you’re a brat? He lives for taming you.

He’ll literally just give you a glare and go: “Just wait until we get home. You’re going straight to my room, understand?”

And you’ll be hard/wet in seconds, wishing you never teased him in the first place (except not really because you love it when he punishes you hehe)

LOVES marking you up with hickeys, they’re his favorite way of letting the world know you’re his

Will even try to convince you to wear a low cut top or a v-neck just to show them off

He’ll go crazy anytime you wear something red

Shirts, dresses, underwear, makeup, ANYTHING. if it’s red, he wants to take it off of you ❤️

HOWEVER, he also enjoys being a sub sometimes :) Mostly when he’s exhausted or stressed from work

He likes the freedom of being able to lie back and let you take care of him

And boy, do you 💀

He loooooves watching you ride him, about as much if not more than he loves topping you

Regardless of who’s on top, he loves seeing your face while having sex. Missionary is his favorite for that exact reason

Intimacy is a really big thing for him. I don’t see him as the type to just wildly fuck someone and walk away

The KING of aftercare. He always asks if you’re okay, holds you in his arms, plays with your hair, offers to get you food or water… he’s so soft for you 🥰

He loves to call you “my muse” and “baby” during sex

“Look at you, taking my cock so well… you’re a work of fucking art. It’s no wonder you’re my muse.”

“Oh baby, don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

He doesn’t really have a preference for what you call him… but he loses it whenever you call him “captain”

Especially if you’re the bottom, like if he tells you to do something and you reply, “As you wish, captain.” Holy shit, he’ll probably bust immediately

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Studio sex.

I KNOW it’s overused for him. But I don’t care. It’s not overrated if it’s genuinely good and true 😤

He works so much! It’s the perfect way to multitask 😌

Imagine bouncing up and down on his cock in his chair while he attempts to work on something, making him moan and cry out until he finally abandons his computer and destroys you from underneath…

He doesn’t have a lot of crazy kinks, but he does get some pleasure out of spanking you when you’ve been bratty

Calls you a “bad girl/boy” and makes you count as he slaps your ass over and over until it’s bright red (which only gets him going more ❤️)

He might enjoy some light bondage too, but that’s pretty much it :3

Also, you guys would definitely fuck to music sometimes (slow it down make it bouncy 😜)

Seonghwa:

He’s a switch, but he prefers being a dom

He loves pinning you down

And making you into a mess just with his fingers

Regardless of the role he’s playing, he’ll only cum after you do (Unless he’s had to go weeks without you)

Literally a master at oral… have you seen that tongue? It’s m a g i c a l

Kind of into edging? Like he’ll get you close with his fingers, then stop. Then he’ll get you close with his mouth, but stop again. Finally, he’ll let you cum in his cock

A big fan of neck kisses and biting

He also loves to play with your breasts… groping them, pinching your nipples between his fingers, jiggling them, licking them… it doesn’t matter how big or small they are, he loves them

He’s also into body worship, he’ll kiss every single inch of your body and tell you how beautiful you are

Lowkey has a thing for being called “oppa” or “hyung” during sex but SSHHH DONT TELL ANYONE 🤫

But he also likes to be called sir when he’s domming you 👀

“Does that feel good?” “Yes…” “Yes what?” “Yes sir.” “Very good. That’s a good girl/boy.”

THIGH RIDING

Nothing gets him going more than you humping his leg like a needy animal in heat 🔥

He’ll even tease you by pushing his leg up further against your core to give you more friction

But of course, he won’t let you cum like that. Only on his cock.

Suuuuuper into praise, both giving and receiving. He likes to hear how good he’s making you feel and vice versa

He’ll constantly tell you how pretty you look taking his cock :)

Makes the prettiest little noises when he cums 😭

His eyes never fail to roll back into his head when he finishes (the halazia eye roll OMG 🥵)

You kind of have a voice kink when it comes to him… and who could blame you, he has a sexy ass voice

He could be reading a grocery list and it would turn you on 💀

It pairs well with his masterful dirty talk… seriously, you think he could get you off just by talking to you if he wasn’t so adamant on making you cum on his cock all the time

He likes to kiss you the entire time you’re having sex

Which is fine by you, he’s a great kisser 💋

Is more into romantic sex than the rough kind

But he’ll fuck the shit out of you if he’s needy enough ;)

Likes to call you “darling” 🥰

“My darling, you’re breathtaking when you’re all fucked out… I could look at you like this forever.”

He might ask you to tie him up if he’s feeling extra subby 👀

You can tell he’s needy for you by the way his hands constantly roam over your body… squeezing your thighs, groping your ass, caressing your hips, jiggling your breasts… he’s so touchy when he’s horny

He gets sooooo whiny when he’s subbing. He practically begs you for his release, furrowing his brow and throwing his head back in desperation

“Please darling, please, I need to cum… I need you…”

Yunho:

dom dom dom dom dom.

I seriously don’t see him being a sub unless he’s really desperate

However, I do think he is a soft dom :)

He doesn’t want to throw you around or punish you. He just wants to be in control

Prefers obedient subs over brats, but he can handle a little attitude every now and then to keep things interesting 🔥

SIZE KINK

(another overused trope but it’s not overrated if it’s what??? GOOD AND TRUE.)

He looooves overpowering you with his size and strength, pinning both your wrists down with one of his large hands

Aaaaaand, a daddy kink for sure (the two kind of go together)

When you get whimpery and overstimulated, he just pouts affectionately and goes: “Awh princess, is daddy too big for you? I know you can take it.”

Big dick energy. I just know this man is PACKING

Oh yeah, speaking of which, he loves to call you princess. He could also call you prince depending on your preference :)

With these dynamics, it’s only a short segway into a sugar daddy/ sugar baby roleplay, just sayin 😗

He’ll come home with a super expensive gift for you, and obv you’ll be all excited and ask him what it’s for and he’ll be like: “Daddy’s gotta take care of his baby. Now, how do you plan on thanking me?”

Has the best hands in the world, so obviously he’s great at fingering 👀

Imagine his cold rings pressing against your entrance as he has you bent over one knee…

THIGH RIDING pt. 2

Seriously, have you seen this man’s thighs??? There’s no way he wouldn’t like his partner getting off on them!

Not super into giving you hickeys because he feels like he’s hurting you 🥺

However he DOES like it when you leave scratches down his back 😏

Likes fucking you in front of a mirror so he can watch you take him like a good girl/boy

Sex with him usually starts out slow and sweet but as time goes on he gets more and more rough

You guys had to move your bed forward a few inches because your headboard kept slamming into the wall 💀

He’s also into blindfolds… he loves making you so sensitive to his touch through the sensory deprivation

Also… he’s a gamer boy, so he’d love it if you’d go under the desk and “assist him” while he’s playing 👀

Yeosang:

He’s definitely not the biggest sub in the group (*cough* wooyoung *cough*) but he’s up there for sure

He’s just so delicate, I can’t really picture him as a dom

He’s not a brat at all, he likes to be obedient for you :)

He’d probably enjoy calling you “sir” or “ma’am” more than daddy or mommy

Likes to be praised, so be sure to tell him what a good boy he is and how well he’s doing ❤️

He’s 100% a whimperer 👀

His noises are ADDICTIVE, you just want to keep causing him to make them

Can’t form coherent sentences either

“Sir/Ma’am, I… I can’t, it’s too… I just, Ah!”

I don’t think he’d be into too many kinks, he’s more on the vanilla side

That’s not to say that sex with him is boring, because it most definitely is not 💀 He’s just not going to be into bondage or bdsm

However… he can get behind some roleplay 😏

Likes to play the role of your personal erotic dancer, stripping and grinding on you while you sit in a chair

Enjoys having his hair pulled

He might have a super deep voice, but when he’s close to cumming, it gets higher pitched. You think it’s absolutely adorable and live for the sound.

When you get to a point in your relationship where he feels he can trust you, he lets you take a recording of his voice while you get him off since you love it so much :)

He also likes to be called “pretty boy” ❤️

As you’re ruining him, you’ll lean back and brush some of his hair away from his face and go: “Look at my pretty boy, so fucked out and feeling so good…”

A big fan of oral! He loves watching you go down on him just to work him up before sex, but even more so he loves getting down on his knees and pleasuring you with his tongue

When he’s feeling good, her starts chuckling sexily in that deep ass voice of his. The sound is absolutely melodic, and you can’t get enough of it

Likes to be treated like a prince afterward 👑 He’ll be absolutely smitten if you give him tons of kisses and cuddles, play with his hair, and clean him up 🥰

San:

San can either be the most romantic love maker in the world or the roughest fuck ever

He’s a dom, and he likes brats. Have you seen him with Wooyoung? He’s a tamer for sure.

However, he’s still San. He doesn’t have it in him to be mean to anyone. He still wants to shower you in praise and make you feel good.

It just takes a little breaking sometimes 😗

He’s a big edger. When you’ve been especially bad, he’ll deny your orgasm at least three times before he lets you cum

Speaking of which, his stamina is INSANE. He can go multiple rounds without getting tired

“You want to cum? Well, you’re going to have to be a good girl/boy first. Only good girls/boys get to cum.”

Tease him in public. He won’t admit it, but he loves how bold you are riling him up around all your friends.

Run your hand along his thigh under the table, press your ass against his hips when you walk past him, bend over in front of him… he’ll immediately be thinking of all the ways he could fuck the audacity straight out of you 😈

He goes crazy hard sometimes. You’ve been worried that either you or the bed will break in half with how hard he fucks you sometimes 💀

A big fan of morning sex. It’s usually soft and slow, and he can make love to you delicately, the way he wants to

Also loves shower sex. He loves pressing you up against the glass and taking you from behind, then cleaning you up like a good boyfriend ❤️

CHOKING. This man loves to wrap one of his big hands around your throat when he wants to get your attention or remind you who’s in charge

Forced eye contact. He needs you to look at him the entire time he’s pleasuring you. If you try to squint your eyes shut, he stops and grabs your jaw forcefully.

“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you. I told you, don’t take your eyes off of me.”

Wants to look straight into your eyes when you cum 🥰

He loves marking you up, which isn’t such a hard thing to do with as hard as he fucks 💀 He also lets you give him hickeys and scratch his back up when you’ve been good :)

Because he can go so hard sometimes, he’s another king of aftercare. All the dom in him melts away and he goes back to your sweet, loving San.

“Are you alright, beautiful/ handsome? Did I go too hard? Are you hurt? Let me get you some food and water, okay? Just relax, I’ve got you.”

I love him so much I wanna cry.

That reminds me, he loves to call you “beautiful” or “handsome,” depending on your preference!

He doesn’t really like pet names, he prefers you just call him by his name

When you’re having slow, romantic sex, he loves it when you call him “Sannie” 🥺

Mingi:

This man is a FREAK and a mf’in HALF 😤

There’s soooo many things he’s into, I don’t even know where to start…

First off, he’s a dom. He switches between hard and soft depending on his mood and the situation

Most of the time he lets you pick :)

He’s down for whatever! He can spend all night punishing you with a riding crop or belt while you furiously fuck yourself on his cock, or indulge in some slow, romantic love making

He does let you go on top sometimes, but he’s still the power bottom

Bondage. He loves handcuffing you the bed and tying your legs together while he teases you with a sex toy ⛓️

Oh god does he love making you beg for it 😭

To him, there’s no better sound than you groveling beneath him, practically in tears asking him to please fuck you

Certified munch ™️

Seriously though, he looooves giving oral. I also see him being into multiple orgasms, to him, eating you out or sucking you off is the perfect first orgasm ❤️

BUT he also loves receiving just as much… when he’s in hard dom mode, he’ll make you suck him off before he’ll even think of touching you the way you want him to

You’ll be so overstimulated by the time he’s done with you. You’ll be a crying, whimpering mess, and he’s still pulling you onto up onto his lap going: “One more, sweetheart, you can do it.”

Speaking of which, his favorite name to call you is “sweetheart” 🥰

I can see him enjoying being called “sir” or “daddy” equally… probably sir when he’s a hard dom and daddy when he’s a soft dom :)

May or may not have a breeding kink 😗

Something about filling you to the brim with his cum with your legs on his shoulders so you can carry his seed just riles him up like no other

Loves creampies, consensually of course! (Wrap it before you tap it kids ☝🏻)

CHOKING pt. 2 (when he’s a hard dom)

THIGH RIDING pt. 3… he’s also got some thicc, juicy thighs, so he would obviously love letting you get off on them!

Wall fucking… he enjoys hoisting you up in the air, wrapping your legs against his waist, and fucking you right against the wall

Has a goal to fuck you in every single room of the house 💀

Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, living room, dining room…. you name it, he wants you there.

Phone sex and sending each other nudes and detailed descriptions of what you want to do to each other while he’s away 🔥

Also, don’t tell anyone, but he secretly has a thing for leather… whether it’s a jacket, boots, dress, pants, or even lingerie, it gets him GOING 🖤

Exhibitionism… he loves seeing how far he can go without getting caught, and the adrenaline is addictive (Don’t do this irl you can get in a lot of trouble lol)

In public bathrooms, hotels, dark closets, empty hallways… he knows exactly how to get you worked up enough to where you’ll agree

Food play… he loves covering you in whipped cream or hot fudge and licking it all off torturously slow

DOGGY STYLE. This is his favorite position. He loves making you arch your back as he pounds into you from behind, one hand in your hair and the other pressing down on your back 🥵

Big dick energy pt. 2. I fully believe that this man is thoroughly endowed 😗

Damn that was a lot, you’re welcome ;)

Wooyoung:

SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB!!!

Ya’ll already saw this coming who am I kidding

He’s literally outed himself as liking degradation 💀

He’s the world’s biggest brat too… he teases you all day long while you’re out in public, when he knows you can’t do anything until you get home

Loves to be manhandled. Shove him against the wall, yank his hair, grab him by the jaw and force him to look at you… he’ll just giggle euphorically and look up at you with a satisfied smirk

He may be a sub, but he still enjoys riding you. You’ll still have all the control, he’ll just be riding you like a cowboy 🤠

Masturbation play… he’ll literally leave the door open and moan so loud, just so you’ll walk in on him jerking off and punish him :)

Also likes it when you make him get himself off while you just sit there and watch

He’ll whine and complain that he needs you to touch him, but you know part of him loves being watched by your hungry, possessive eyes 💋

BITING… going both ways. He likes biting your shoulder when he’s close to cumming, and he likes when you bite him anywhere

Pegging. Please peg him. He needs it soooo bad.

But seriously, if you don’t have male anatomy, he will gladly buy you a strap-on HIMSELF and let you fuck him with it 😈

As I said earlier, he loves degradation. Tell him what a little slut he is and how naughty he’s been for you

Unlike Yeosang, he DOES enjoy calling you “mommy” or “daddy.” He might even let a “mistress” or “master” slip if the bdsm is cranked up 

Speaking of which, he likes to be tied up. Like, a lot. Whether it’s ropes or handcuffs, he loves it.

As soon as you have him right where you want him, he starts apologizing and telling you how he promises he’ll be a good boy…

Tease him just enough… don’t let him have it so easily

Loves it when you wear long necklaces or chains, so they can dangle down in his face :)

Oh and uh, he’s another whimperer 😳

Seriously, he’s SO loud. You get so worried that one of your neighbors will hear and complain 💀

You might have to get him a gag if he doesn’t quiet down soon… 👀

Jongho:

Like the captain, Jongho is another big switch. He couldn’t possibly pick which role he likes better.

On one hand, he adores towering over you and intimidating you, making you beg for him to fuck you…

He’s used to getting overlooked, so he takes this as a chance to showcase his true power

But on the other hand, he really enjoys letting you take the reigns and use him as your own personal fuck toy 😈

Jongho’s favorite nickname is “angel,” don’t try to tell me otherwise 😤

“You like that angel? Do you want more?”

He can be really possessive as well 👀

Does not like it when other people try to flirt with you and take you away from him… it makes his blood boil

If it’s from someone he hates, he’ll go full dom and fuck you so hard you can’t even remember who was flirting with you

But if it’s someone he actually respects and admires, he needs you to dom him and show him how he’s the only man for you ❤️

He’s super hot when he’s angry btw :) You can’t help yourself once you see him grit his teeth or clench his fists in jealousy

We got another loud one in here!

He swears he doesn’t mean to, but come on, he’s the main vocal! Once he starts feeling himself about to cum, he can’t help the moans and whimpers that spill from his lips

His favorite position is probably the mating press. He loves throwing your legs up over his shoulders and pressing your knees to your chest, pounding into you from up top

Although he also enjoys himself a good reverse cowgirl ;)

How could he not, you get to get off how you like, and he gets a phenomenal view of your backside

Speaking of which…. Choi Jongho is an ass man.

He loves groping it, slapping it, jiggling it, anything

Literally the way to get him worked up ten times out of ten is just to wear something tight that showcases your booty 🍑

I don’t see him being super kinky, but he does enjoy using toys on you

Imagine him running a vibrator over your clit or fucking you with a dildo while dirty talking you 🥵

When he’s feeling subby, he loves being called a “good boy” 💞 He also likes having his hair pulled!

You get to see the whiny side of him that no one else gets to see :)

“Please, angel… I want to cum for you so bad, will you let me, angel? Please?”

And who could possibly resist him when he’s asking so nicely 🥰

[moonshynecybin]

Hi! I have been thinking about Marc and the ways he expresses his anger... giving the cold shoulder... the silent treatment if you will (he will speak ABOUT vale but not TO vale let alone WITH vale)... need your input please....

hmm good question.... this got. STUPID long sorry

uhhh marc is, in general, good at keeping his (negative) emotions in check. like i think marc loooooves to think of himself on track as a mature, controlled, and rational dude. above distraction. a killer. a cyborg. idk his dad has talked about how he doesnt really complain much about injury and there's also allll these stories about what a mature kid he was... so i think that when he was young - ESPECIALLY in a racing sense because he was so much younger than most of the people he was competing against - he internalized that in order to do all the stuff he wants to do racing-wise, he reallyyyy has to keep a level head and not well. act his age! and i think that extends to a lot of how he manages his emotions today (at least in a public setting). even in places where im pretty sure hes PISSED (sepang. phillip island 2013.) he just kind of. visibly contains himself. not a confrontational dude in the outright sense he'll clench his jaw and try to work through it.

which is part of what makes his valentino-oriented crazy so interesting. bc people were noticing that marc in 2015 was kind of. being weird. as his and valentino's relationship deteriorated. like they were both outwardly very much like we can keep it on track :) until the big fallout towards the end of the year but uhhhh. well marc has said that vale started pulling back in september of 2014 like he was noticing SOMETHING, and they clashed on track A LOT in 2015, and i think marc sensed vale cooling on him and freaked a lil. hashtag neurotic 22 year old moments. he is my favorite crazy ex girlfriend. like usually he IS good at separating that stuff out and managing his emotions in the racing sense but in assen that year when vale overtook him off track after they made contact he raised a BIG stink with race direction and actually had some uh. not especially chill quotes about it. (it should be noted marc was also flopping for the first time in his motogp career. like in his brain he stopped winning AND vale stopped talking to him he was goin through it) adn all the reporters noticed too they were like. why werent you sucking and fucking in parc ferme. like vale's left turn wrt to spaniard sabotage comes outta nowhere but people WERE noticing that things were changing. i bet marc noticed too. BUT they are not the type of people to talk about these things so they keep it to vague flirting in presscons and escalating on-track tension slash proxy wars waged in race-direction contexts... liek truly you are 22 you are not going to keep your championship title and your hot sports idol bestie is no longer flirting with you on twitter and you COULD just talk to him about that but you'd rather DIE so youre going to ask honda to back you up to race direction about your last race where you DEFINITELY lost bc winning is the ONLY thing thatll make you feel better. even though thatll help convince your hot sports idol that you are engaging in a benedict arnold level betrayal scheme against him. an insane time to be marc marquez. 2015 really kind of is a study on how both of them handle losing: NOT WELL.

and then the thing about sepang is that then the lid is blown clean off and marc spends the ENTIRE race being annoying on purposeeeee. hes so fucking pissed and hurt at valentino that he decides to get under his skin for REALSIES instead of focusing on his race. like idk he probably would have fought hard for the win without the drama that how he works but uh. i think he was being annoying specifically to bite at vale's edges. and part of that is bc marc is naturally and effortlessly annoying. but i think part of it was SPITE. like his team advised him not to speak on anything from that presscon and he didnt, but he can still fuck him over on track. get under his skin. like he cant tell vale to his FACE that he's angry and confused and hurt. but he CAN let him know on that fucking racing line. where he cant be ignored. idk like i cant see marc letting anyone else get under his skin like that.

AND another big ass exception to the marc marquez anger management philosophy is from misano 2019 where vale messes with his qualifying lap. a lovely anon sent me some videos of marc talking to the press and jesus christ i dont think ive ever seen him angrier oh my god. AND the anon also linked the race from that weekend where he won and he celebrated harder than ive seen him celebrate some TITLE wins like he went. notably nuts. the commentators were all like uhhhh. he mustve REALLY wanted to get one over on vale adjfhlkdh... idk if any of this answered your question but his relationship to his emotions fascinates me hes so weirddddd. and its interesting to me that he can shrug off jorge ruining his last race at honda and be friendly but also be like. kind of aloofly pissed at bezz. because of valentino! he can repress the rest of it, but valentino shines through the cracks.

[dumbkatsu]

Hii!!! I was wondering if I could request some He xuan (bf) headcanons, for maybe a Male reader?? I think your writing is just super creative and very enjoyable!! Please whenever you have time :) 🫶

Hi anon! I'm so honored for your praise, I'm so happy that people are enjoying my silly little rambles about ancient Chinese men.

Alright I haven't done this in a while so here we go!

Okay so we all know that he xuan is grumpy grumpy and lazy. But if he really loves you, you'll see a different side of him that rarely sees the light of day

I honestly headcanon that he xuan is CLINGY like, you'd figure that a fierce ghost who lost everything and had to live alone for centuries wouldn't be clingy right?

He loooooves to cuddle with you. He doesn't need sleep but his mind quiets down whenever you're with him. The memories of his past are less intense and don't weigh on him as much

Despite being clingy that behavior and acts of affection like kissing and hand-holding would only be done later in the relationship. When he's comfortable enough

(despite losing his family I still believe this man has rizz when he wants to)

His expressions also soften. His eyes become more soft whenever he looks at you. His lips display a soft smile instead of his usual frown/deadpan. But it's only reserved for you when you're in quiet places.

Usually, when you are outside and walking he mostly glances fondly at you.

He's very gentle caring and doting.

He'd show you the wonders of the sea, take you on trips, and show you his domain.

He also surprisingly enjoys being very domestic. Helping you with whatever chores you have

(cut to hualian and sqx being gagged because they've never seen hx being so helpful)

He's also very keen on quality time. Even if you are doing separate things or just being comfortable in silence it's those small moments that make it count.

If you know how to cook then oh lord do you have the best partner to taste test your dishes and basically vacuum everything on site.

One of the things he loves to do is wrap his arms around you give you a back hug and perch his chin on your shoulder as he watches you cook

Of course, you spoon-feed him a little of what you're cooking to his to taste test and check for salt and spices

Small kisses are pressed on your neck and shoulders. Innocent kisses to show how much he appreciates you. Not leading to anything else. Just enjoying these tender moments

If you don't that's okay too, cue little escapades to ghost city to enjoy the cuisine :)

[truetogaia]

What is each recom’s favourite ✨position✨?

Featuring: Quaritch, Z dog, Mansk ♡, Lyle, Ja, 

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warning: NSFW, mature and explicit themes, literally sex positions 

Notes: Well i’ll be damned, recom fans are always so smutty LMAO, love u guys tho!! I didn’t include all characters bc I really can’t find the names to them all RAHHHH, I thought about adding Walker too but… she's kinda scary looking and i’ve only seen her in one scene </3

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QUARITCH:

This old soul loves the more traditional positions where he has the opportunity to go rough if he wants to. His favorite position is doggy style, when he can grip at the plush of your hips and ass as much and as hard as he pleases. He loves the fact that he can regulate the speed and strength of his thrusts, cock getting even harder (if thats even possible) at the sight of your fucked out face pressing further into the matress with each merciless, rough snap of his hips against yours. But, when he feels more affectionate and wants to make love to you instead of fuck you senseless, he prefers positions like missionary or “G-whiz” (GOD I HATE THESE NAMES). They allow him to see your face in all its glory as he pounds his length into your tightness, this way, he can also plant kisses along your collarbones and neck <3

MANSK: 

I feel like Mansk is a very sensual and gentle guy. He seems rough on the exterior but really he’s just a BIG CUDDLY CATBOY (he most definitely is not, he is quite literally a marine killing machine but my delusions are stronger). In this context I think it’d make his favorite position the “Face off”, he likes being close to his partner/mate and loves being able to see their pretty face contorted in pleasure. It boosts his ego immensely knowing he’s the cause for the erotic, fucked out expression adorning your beautiful features. Bro also loves the idea of being in control of your orgasm and movements, but not in a super dominant way, he loves you so much and wants to give you all the pleasure he possibly can. (Extra points if you manage to reach behind his head and massage his braid hihi)

JA/Alexander: 

Mmm bro Ja is so yummy JEEZ. I haven’t seen very much of him AT ALL in the movies, but the few scenes where he's in the background have me HOOKED. His favorite position is probably some more freaky shit like reverse cowgirl or fucking you dumb against a wall. He is obsessed with your ass, always gripping it like a madman, especially during his rut. Loooooves hearing your soft mewls and moans as he literally obliterates your cunt with his massive cock HA, i love him.

LYLE: 

(I don't really see the appeal LMAO but that's just bc he's bald and I love men with long long hair) ANYWAY, be prepared for a week without the ability to walk properly. I’d say his favorite is the (WTF) pinball machine (I CAN’T WITH THESE NAMES.) He likes being able to pull you closer to him and gets so turned on by the way you grip at the sheets like a maniac with each frenzical thrust of his cock.

Z:

It’s so obvious that her fav position is cowgirl LMAO. She’s canonically a strap user in my mind so she loves seeing you ride her. My girl loves being able to run her eyes over every inch of your exposed body, literally imprinting the image into her head. She isn’t one to enjoy doing all the work, she’d rather sit back and watch you bounce and try your hardest to take her enormous strap. (Also loves keeping eye contact, she relishes in the way you squirm and blush)

HOPE THIS MADE YOU SOMEWHAT SATISFIED I LOVED YOUR REQUEST!! KISSES!!

[lemotmo]

Don't know if you feel like sharing it but this made a lot of sense to me so I thought others might like it as well. Hope you have a great day!

Q. Why now? Ugh

A. Because now we have confirmation that he is part of the story it looks like they're setting up. Given all the interviews, the framing of all of their scenes last season, and their one scene together in 8x1 they're setting up a triangle. They are going to show Eddie coming between them. It makes sense to include him in stuff as long as he is canonically part of the narrative, and for now, he is. None of what occurred yesterday changes anything. That video was old. None of the BTS we have seen so far was filmed after 8x3. Everything simce the start of 8x4 has been put on lockdown. And truthfully their breakup needs to be about Eddie instead of Gerard. I mean he can still play a part in Buck realizing how different they are but the main reason needs to be Buck realizing his feelings for Eddie. That is the better story in the build up to Buddie. If episodes 5 and 6 show both of them finally acknowledging and examining that their friendship is not a typical friendship and the fact that there is clearly something there that neither one of them has been willing to examine up to this point, it makes narrative sense to use Buck's current relationship as part of that story. You don't have to like it but it makes perfect sense to use him in some capacity. We are one episode into the season. They have just begun to set the story up. Everyone needs to take a breath and not spiral over absolutely everything. Nothing bad has happened. Nothing. Given the fact that he's now able to answer cameo questions again it most likely means his contract with them has ended and he has filmed is last scene already. We have 17 episodes to go. Stop expecting to get everything in one episode.

Thank you Nonny! Of course I'd love to share this. 🤗

While I would looooove for Buck to break up with Tommy because they are a bad match and he chooses to end the relationship for himself and no one else, not even Eddie, I do think that the more interesting dramatic storyline from a TV-showrunner's point of view lies with Buck realising some truths about his feelings for Eddie and this leading to the BT break up.

The show locked down from the moment that they started filming 8x04. We have plenty of bts from 8x01-8x03, but suddenly from 8x04 on? Total lock-down. This makes me think that 8x04 and the following episodes will be important for Eddie and Buck's seperate journeys of coming to grips with feelings they might have repressed for some time now.

And yes, I do know that 911 isn't the 'Buck & Eddie' show, but the way they have been promoting Ryan and his 'journey of self-discovery' in so many interviews? And how they have been talking about Oliver's unwavering trust and love for Eddie and Chris? Well yeah... I do expect something big to happen for both of them. 🤷‍♀️

Now, I know that nothing is set in stone and I'm not the 911 showrunner, so I have no 'inside information' whatsoever. So yeah, I'm fully aware that I could be wrong here. But somehow I'm strangely confident about this. The timeline might turn out to be very wrong, but the story they're telling? Pretty sure about that one.

We've seen one single episode, so 17 more to go. Let's just sit back, relax and watch it all unfold. Let's be grateful our WeeWoo show is finally back and just take it from there. 😋

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