#ro ❤️‍🔥

[querenciasturniolo]

y’all it’s moved to twitter

@bernardenjoyer @ev3rgreenxtrees

[kdramatelier]

[atlasira]

[pyrotation]

him covering your eyes with his hand so that when they unmask, what's underneath still remains a mystery to you... kissing like that, tenderly, all the magic retained. intimacy on a whole new level. god.

[mrsbarnesblog]

Stay quiet for me

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: Bucky fucks you while your parents sleep in the next room

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: modern setting, established relationship, smut, kinda somnophillia?, everything is consensual, quiet sex, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming.

Author’s note: thanks for everyone’s support. enjoy❤️‍🔥

Your parents had been staying at yours and Bucky's apartment for four days, and even though he loved them, he was kind of missing having you only for him.

Bucky wasn’t the type of person who would show too much affection and feelings in front of other people, but when you were alone, he always had his hands on you. Causally slapping your ass, kissing your neck, or just bending you over the closet flat surface was his favorite thing to do, and, unfortunately, he couldn't do it while your mom or dad were sitting in the same room.

He didn’t want to be dramatic, but it was torture. Obviously, you two didn’t have sex during these days because you were too afraid that your parents might hear, and at first Bucky understood, but with every cute little outfit, every smile towards him, and every innocent touch of your hand, he was losing it. 

And now he had been lying wide awake for the past thirty minutes while you were peacefully sleeping next to him. Your back was pressing firmly against Bucky’s chest; his left hand was under your pillow, and the right one was on your waist. He was just enjoying whatever he could get, inhaling your sweet perfume and rubbing the soft skin of your stomach with his thumb. That was until you, still fully asleep, moved your ass right towards his crotch.

The reaction was instant. Bucky’s body tensed near you; his eyes got closed, and his cock became painfully hard. The only layers that were between you were his boxers and your cotton panties, because you liked to sleep only in one of Bucky’s t-shirts. And the fact that you continued to move in your sleep didn’t help at all.

“Baby…” Bucky whispered into your neck, trying to stop your hips, but it didn't help. “Doll, stop—” That was it; he couldn’t even think straight with your ass firmly pressed against him.

Fuck it, you can be quiet, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then his right hand slipped from your belly right into your underwear. Two fingers ran across your folds, pressing on your clit.

“Bucky…” You would’ve moaned out loud if Bucky hadn’t covered your mouth with his free hand. 

“Sh-h, baby.” He started slowly moving his fingers in circular motions, and you unconsciously moved your legs wider to give your boyfriend better access. 

“We can’t do that right now.” You mumbled against the palm of his hand. “My parents are sleeping in the nest ro—” You didn’t finish your sentence because two fingers suddenly slipped inside of you.

You were already wet enough for Bucky to easily move his hand, brushing your G-spot with every thrust. The rational part of your brain wanted to stop him, but your body was too weak; it was already addicted to Bucky’s touch, and you both knew that.

“Stay quiet for me, baby, ‘kay?” The hot breath on your neck sent goosebumps all over your body, and you couldn’t help but silently nod. 

It felt too good. Maybe you tried being cool about it, but you missed sex with Bucky as much as he did. Yes, it was just four days, but after living together for two years, you already got used to the fact that Bucky was kind of obsessed with you and couldn’t live without touching you at every possible moment.

So right now, when Bucky’s fingers were slowly moving in and out of you while the palm of his hand was so perfectly brushing against your clit, and his hips were moving with the same pace against your ass, you forgot about everything else except the two of you.

Your orgasm was creeping in slowly but heavily. The knot in your stomach was already almost painful; you were so close to your release, pulsing on his fingers. You needed just a few moments, and...

And Bucky completely pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine in despair. His left hand covered your mouth again because it was a little bit too loud for the dead silence in the house. But still, you felt disappointment as the last signs of your building orgasm slipped out of your body, and you were lying there wet, hot, and a little bit mad that your boyfriend didn’t let you finish.

“I told you to shut up, baby. I’m gonna take care of ‘ya. Just wanna feel your tight little pussy cumming on my cock, ‘kay?” You nodded again when Bucky started to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders, at the same time sliding your underwear down your legs. “Lift your leg a little bit, doll.” 

You did as he told you, even though it was hard because your whole body was trembling from excitement and fear of getting caught. It felt like you were just teenagers who were trying to fuck without anyone knowing, and this thought made you even wetter. There were, in fact, chances that everything you did could be heard in the other rooms. 

You were distracted from your thoughts when Bucky took his cock out of the boxers, gave himself a few pumps, and then rubbed it against you to cover himself in your slick. The tip pressed into your entrance, slipping inside easily, until his full length was buried deep into your dripping cunt.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, and you didn’t even notice that you bit the palm of Bucky’s hand in order not to scream out loud. He buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself down a little bit.

“Feelin’ so good, sweetheart. Can’t imagine how much I’ve missed this pussy.” His right hand slipped under your thigh and moved your leg higher above your bed. The soft cover completely fell off your body, leaving your hot body exposed to the cold air of the room. It seems like he slipped even deeper, stretching and filling you up so well. 

Bucky started to move slowly in and out of you, trying to make as few noises as possible and thrusting into you in a steady rhythm. You felt so fucking good wrapped around him that it was hard to behave well and not fuck you right into the mattress as he always liked to do. If you two were alone, he would've probably already put you ass up on the bed with your face in the pillows, making you scream his name and moan non-stop.

“M-m-m.” You couldn’t do anything but silently whine into his hand at every movement of his thick cock sliding inside of you. You didn’t know what to do with your hands or what to grab to distract yourself from the hot pleasure that was filling your whole body. 

“Don’t– Don’t say a fucking word, baby. You don’t want your parents to find out that you’re just a slut for my cock, right?” Bucky’s deep whisper in your ear made you squeeze around him even harder. “So tight, so wet for me. I swear, you won’t be able to walk for a few days when we finally are alone, you hear me? Already so dumb for my cock, and it’s been almost for days.” His teeth playfully bit your earlobe, before moving lower to suck on the soft skin of your neck.

Your orgasm started to build again, with every movement bringing you closer and closer to the finish line. You wanted to cry or scream—you didn’t even know—but the tears blurred your vision when the hand under your leg moved further and Bucky pressed his fingers on your swollen clit. Your body twitched from the overstimulation, but your boyfriend just pressed harder, so you had no other choice but to let yourself fall into the abyss of pleasure.

“Cum for me, doll. I got ‘ya. Cum on my cock, I feel how you’re squeezing me.” Your head fell backwards, and your back arched as your orgasm filled every corner of your body.

The white noise in your ears and dots behind your closed eyes completely distracted you from the things that Bucky mumbled in your neck while he was trying to reach his own high. With a few last, not-so-steady movements, he grabbed your thigh and bit your neck while his body was trembling, emptying his hot seed deep inside of you. 

“Good girl.” Bucky didn’t stop, gently thrusting into you to prolong your orgasms a little bit. “Good fuckin’ girl, take it all.” You whined when your overstimulated body started trembling under his touch, until Bucky finally stopped moving, still buried in you with his load dripping around his cock. “You did so good, doll.”

“W-what if they heard us?” You whispered into the darkness of your room, which was filled with the musky smell of sex, and you couldn’t deny that the adrenaline in your body felt so good. 

“They’re sleeping, and we should too.” Bucky brought your warm body closer to himself, wrapping his hand over you and not making any movement to pull out. “Wanna stay inside of you for tonight, ‘kay? Love you so much, baby.” 

“Love you too, Buck.” You relaxed under his touch and closed your eyes, drifting back to sleep, finally feeling so full and satisfied. 

You didn’t know if it was true or if your overthinking brain was just playing some bad jokes with you, but it seemed to you that your mom gave you a weird smile when you came down to the kitchen the next morning. 

[petalj]

he's trying, he's trying and he'll keep trying until he gets better, and that's why i love this so much 🥹

“I also know that you have put up with every stupid ass stunt I’ve pulled trying to impress you or be the guy I think you deserve. Which I am also convinced is some dude way better than me anyhow. Please don’t. Please don’t say you’re done with me. I can’t ruin this."

if i heard this, i would maybe cry a little and make up a lie about sand in my eyes 🫣 i love how jake and reader explain themselves, how many times jake messes up in his apologies (😭), and how they can't let each stew in anger bc at the end of the day they're good for each other 🥺🤲🏻

the way reader wants to get away from him but doesn't want him to walk is so relatable 💀 and that's why my favorite part is her flinging that coconut at his ass 😌🤚🏻

me in the warm embrace of this fic (colorized)

Sweet requests 💙 I would love some sweet Jake Jensen or Steve Rogers. Reader and then have been fighting, and reader is ready to give up, but their man won’t let them. Please and thank you!

Rerouted, a Jake Jensen x Reader tale

Warnings for some language and innuendo, angst, kinda hurt/comfort due to miscommunication and insecurities. WC 2.7k

Summary: Vacation with your boyfriend is a disaster.

You’ve had smoother starts to vacations, that’s the truth.

Delayed flights. Turbulence. Arriving before check-in with a raging headache.

Jake did his (awkward) damnedest to sweet-talk the desk clerk to let you both into the room early, but his attempts failed and you put those thick headphones right back on and crashed on a lobby chair. You feel his bouncing leg shake the cushions gently as he sits guard over your luggage.

Though your head feels a little better, you need to shower before any real relaxation can happen. You shuffle your feet on the industrial hallway carpet and stare at the back of Jake’s sneakers.

The heavy steel door smacks you hard in the arm when he lets go just at the moment you turn to adjust the rollers of your bag.

“Dammit,” you hiss.

“Shit, babe, are you okay?”

It takes every fiber of your being to simply respond, “yeah.”

You immediately announce your intention to hog the bathroom for a nice long cleanse of your body, mind, and soul.

Jake asks for five minutes first.

Sure. Poop all you want, bud. It’s not like your very first international getaway as a couple has gone swimmingly so far…

You try some stretches to relieve a kink in that weird place below your neck and between your shoulders but not quite over your spine. Worst spot ever. Maybe the shower can heal all travel wounds?

Your boyfriend gives you the all-clear, but you didn’t even hear him close the door or flush. Whatever. He knows it’s your territory now. A forfeit is a forfeit.

A long while later you emerge a modicum improved with a clear head and the memory of not charging your toothbrush overnight. You had to sacrifice a cute beach coverup to make space for the charger. No matter because you’ve got time now.

You change into one of your swimsuits and a light maxi dress, throwing out a comment that some drinks poolside might be a good jumpstart to the trip, but Jake doesn’t move. He’s playing on his laptop.

That joke? The one where ‘you can take the man out of the tech but you can’t take the tech out of the man?’ Yeah, that doesn’t apply to Jake Jensen. It’ll be a cold day in hell when he leaves it all behind, but you check things on your phone all the time, too. Fair is fair.

You unplug what you think is one of the hotel’s complimentary devices—sad blow dryer or shitty coffee maker or something—and set your brush up. 

A quick glance in the mirror gives you a boost. Your skin looks pretty great, all things considered, and you have that new lip gloss to—

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

You jump in alarm, barely able to get to the bathroom door before Jake is right there.

“JESUS FUCK, WHAT DID YOU—fuck.” He rips your charger out of the wall to replace the other black plug. Jake doesn’t even look at you before huffing out “don’t TOUCH that” and racing back to his open laptop on the bed.

“Fuckfuckfuck, come on,” he mutters.

“Are you working?” you screech once it hits you that the device is some sort of signal amplifier. You aren’t tech illiterate, but you aren’t Jake’s level. He knows the golden rule is no work on your together time though.

“It’s important. I have to…there—“ he scrambles to type something out, zoned entirely into his computer.

His computer. Open to work. On your vacation. Which he brought extra equipment for.

Then you see another router on the small desk, and another on his bedside table.

And you’ve suddenly had enough.

“One day, Jay. One day,” you burst. “You couldn’t even give me one damn day of our own vacation.”

That momentary zen you felt flushes right down the toilet with your composure. Tears immediately sting the corners of your eyes. It’s all you can do to snatch sunglasses and a room key from the desk corner and walk out.

“Babe, wait, I just need a—“

The door shuts, fast as ever, loud as fucking thunderclap, and you’re barefoot in the hallway.

You do not fucking care and keep walking toward the pool.

One overly sweet and dangerously delicious cocktail later, Jake still hasn’t come to find you. You sit at the shaded bar with your hand over your eyes to take in the view since these are Jake’s prescription sunglasses you’ve taken. Either option is not great for the last dregs of a headache.

Cocktail number two it is…

Mercifully, clouds roll in. Not the kind that deters guests from the pool or beach. Nothing threatening the splendor of this perfect destination.

You walk to the edge of the pool deck and sip, waiting, alone.

Several times your brain tricks you into turning back, thinking Jake’s come out, thinking he’s groveling behind you. Do you even hope for that? Do you want him to sweep you off your feet? Do you believe him if he comes up with promises upon promises to put the work away, to instead put all that effort into you two?

You have no idea, so you just keep sipping until slurping on air and plunking the empty onto a free lounge chair.

Sputtering and coughing ring to your right.

“Dear god—” Jake wipes his mouth, holding a full coconut husk of your drink of choice “—is that what diabetes tastes like?”

He tries to hand you his peace offering, the peace offering he’s now taken some of and insulted. You turn back to the ocean, and Jake continues to squint harshly, nose scrunched so hard that you can see his teeth.

“Got something in my pocket—“ he smirks “—or maybe I’m just happy to see ya.”

Silence. He can’t hold the gag.

“It’s Tylenol. I grabbed Tylenol for your head.”

When you still don’t cave, he starts twitching, fumbling around with his watch, and clearing his throat.

“I wasn’t—there wasn’t supposed to be a—“ he swivels to look around him and steps closer “—a gig today, but then…boss, um, he—“ Jake waves his free hand out to help illustrate his lack of euphemisms for classified ops “—bungled a…a staging and—fuck it. I give up. He’s an idiot, and I’m a dick, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want them to get hurt if I could help.”

“You always have to help them, Jay. It never stops. I don’t see this working if you can’t step away for one damn day. I’m not this girl,” you fuss, “and I don’t want to date that guy.”

The wind picks up a little, swishing your hair around the makeshift headband of Jake’s sunglasses. You take pity and return them. He doesn’t put them on immediately though, his look guilty, replying in a soft and broken tone.

“Please don’t say stuff like that. I’m trying.”

“I am, too.” You square your shoulders to his and rip the drink out of his hand. “But isn’t trying and trying and not succeeding just failing in slow motion? Because that’s what it feels like to me every time you choose a machine over me.”

“That’s not fair.”

Your glare stops that line cold.

“What I mean is—ok, this is too…” Jake puts on the dark sunglasses. “Imagine my very sincere, partially-blind eyes when I say this is the best I’ve got. You know I don’t know how to be—“

“I swear to god if you say ‘lovah,’ Jake Jensen.” Little shit is always making a joke out of everything.

Since that is exactly what he was about to say, Jake cocks his hip and scratches his goatee. “Fine. Boyfriend. I’ve never gotten this far with someone, but I want it. I want this. I want it with you. I can’t be better until—ya know—try shit to do the best I can and maybe, actually, get better.”

You bitterly sip your sweet treat, saying flatly, “Charming.”

“I only had my job before—“ he pets his big hands down your bare arms “—you know that. It’s hard to switch off. And I am sorry. I did not intend to jump onto a…call the second we got here.“

Poking at the ice in your drink isn’t distracting enough. You’re mad and hurt. This vacation was supposed to cut you off from all that, to give you and Jake time to hang together uninterrupted, and most importantly, to feel like you were enough excitement and company for the guy inoculated from excitement by years of intense shit.

You do not feel like enough now.

“You brought an entire suitcase worth of equipment,” you say flatly.

“Force of habit,” he counters, trying to move his hands to your waist, but you step back. “It’s like a safety net. You pack an extra outfit per day and I come with…an extra router, couple of splitters, a sat phone, and…whatnot. Same sorta difference.”

“I don’t want to be on vacation with a sat phone and a split couple of wires.”

“Right. I understand that. I know it’s not���ideal.”

“And the next four days are going to be?”

“Ooh,” Jake hisses and makes a face, “if Pooch can survive that long without me, it’ll be a miracle.” He scratches the back of his head while you stare him down again.  “What?”

You clutch your drink, bunch up a bit of your skirt, and storm off down the boardwalk to the ocean.

It takes Jake a hot second.

“No. Hey! Come on,” he pleads quietly, hoping not to attract the attention of other guests while he chases you to the beach.

When Jake first approached you at a bar with the worst pickup line you’d ever heard, it was cute, endearing in an ‘I can fix him’ kind of way, but maybe you aren’t strong enough. You can’t just be training wheels while he gets his shit together. You’re not going to be some fucktoy in the corner and wait for him to get sick of you—or yell at you for doing something wrong—because then he’ll only associate you with being some sort of practice, a relationship that was doomed since he’ll want to start fresh with someone else who never fights with him, someone who understands this tech shit, someone who never gets angry, someone who isn’t insecure about—“

“I’m sorry I yelled,” Jake says, finally grabbing your arm to spin you around. “You are not practice.”

Did you…were you muttering all that…out loud? How strong are these drinks??

He jumps in front of your path when you attempt to flee, embarrassment warming you more than the shaded sun.

“No. No, I am not great at this. I’m doing everything wrong, and, babe, I know that.” Jake wildly talks with his hands and walks backward while you slog through loose sand. “I also know that you have put up with every stupid ass stunt I’ve pulled trying to impress you or be the guy I think you deserve. Which I am also convinced is some dude way better than me anyhow. Please don’t. Please don’t say you’re done with me. I can’t ruin this. You’re the best girl I’ve ever b—“

Jake cuts himself off with a wince.

Your head snaps up.

“Oh my god,” you shriek. “Were you just gonna say banged? I’m the best bang, REALLY?”

“Bagged,” he corrects with a sad flick of the wrist, “I was saying bagged, but then I knew it was wrong so I stopped and I’ve made it worse, haven’t I? Seriously if you just give me five minutes, I can look up the most spectacular apology. I can deep fake that cat from the Tiktoks you like reciting Shakespeare if you want just please—”

“Damn it, Jay. Get it through your head. I don’t want your rehearsed version of being a boyfriend, and for one weekend, I didn’t want to share you with your whole team.”

His eyebrows shoot up over the dark lenses. “Kinky,” he whistles. “Wait, no, I’m sor—”

“Go fuck yourself.” You walk away down the resort shore.

He infuriatingly does not follow this time, and instead, you hear his pathetic call “You look nice by the way. I like that dress.”

When that’s all you’ve gotten by a few seconds later, you glance to see Jake, too, walking away. That’s not right; he’s supposed to grovel. He’s supposed to keep following to convince you he loves you.

Sucking your drink down, you dump the ice, umbrella, and straw onto the sand and lob the coconut at Jake’s retreating form. You don’t have great aim.

It bounces straight off his ass and makes him yelp in surprise.

“What the—did you just…”

You puff out your chest, unashamed, as Jake’s mouth gapes open. He slowly stretches to his full height and adjusts his glasses.

“Why you little...“

“Yeah? What are you gonna—eek!”

 He’s after you.

You squeal and bolt down to the water in a zigzag to evade him.

“I’ll get you, minx,” Jake roars into the wind.

You can’t help but laugh as you barely dodge him. It’s easy for a special ops guy to catch a civilian in a long dress trying to run on wet sand, but Jake grins the whole time and lets you have a few extra moves before his arms wrap your waist.

He lifts you off the ground.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” he growls playfully in your ear, holding you tight as you thrash a little. 

It’s a fit of giggles for him to wrestle you into a hug, facing him. Jake’s still smiling, breathing heavier but not from any great exertion. He rests his forehead against yours, the wire rim of his sunglasses brushing your eyebrows.

“How’s your head feeling, baby?” His hands stroke your sides tenderly, and you sigh, a few more toxic fumes of anger releasing into the breeze.

“Um,” you assess, squinting, “better than my feet.”

You’ve dug the wrung of a barstool into your arch, stood on hot cement, traipsed across a sharp-shelled beach, and run over the solid, water-logged shore, all barefoot.

“I can help with that.” Jake kisses the tip of your nose and sweeps you up bridal style.

After an involuntary scream of alarm, you clutch at his neck. “That’s not necessary.”

“I know, but that’s the point. How else are you supposed to know how unnecessarily crazy I am about you?” For a complete nerd, your boyfriend is quite built. “And I’m gonna guess you are ‘throwing coconuts’ crazy about me, maybe?”

“God help me, I am.”

“Yeah? Glad you dig losers, babe, because I’m the biggest one you can find.” 

As he makes his way up the wooden steps back to the pool, you grip his flexed bicep. “Yeah, you are…”

He puts you down by the tap to rinse your feet, spraying first yours, then his.

“See,” he whispers, standing and moving you both out of the way for a large family to use the water, “I like ‘em frisky, too, so we’re a perfect match.” He keeps his voice very low. “I can think of at least one thing to do to keep you off those poor feet for a few hours.”

You bite your lip, and even though you can’t see his eyes through the mirror-finish, you know he’s affected by that move. “What’s that?”

He gets bashful and ducks his face off to the side--he’s not very smooth with dirty talk. He knows you love to tease him though. He also…loves being teased.

You take his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze, your own small ‘I’m sorry.’

Jake pushes up his sunglasses and beams with a snort of approval. “Well, it starts with ordering room service and then unplugging everything…”

A/N: Thank you for waiting since mid-December for this one, but I'm finally pleased with how it turned out. Sadly, I thought of the fight scenario way back when, and just kept blanking on a way to dig them back out of it. I really, really did not want a bunch of promises and excuses and it was important to me that it not be a one-sided issue. Relationships are, in fact, a two-way street after all!!!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @peyton-warren and I don't really know anyone else for a Jake tag, but yeah, let me know...

[nerdishpursuits]

Listen. Her voice. Her poise. Her unbridled, chaotic, passionate, nerdy energy. (okay, her looks too … ma’am 👀)

[when-life-gives-you-lemons-if]

Celine and J poly heck yes!!! 🥵❤️‍🔥🔥

Please cc's editor give her green light!!! 🥹

No, Anon that would be too chaotic lol.

Celine gives me Dom vibe, and J is a pitbull on a leash, they would eat MC alive lol.

Also ethically! Celine can't sleep with two of her employees.

Now I see why Celine might have been downgraded from ROs to nothing. 🤔

Green needs to take advice from Celine. Don't sleep with your employees Green!

[querenciasturniolo]

the diversity of it is so funny

@bernardenjoyer @mbbsgf @soursturniolo

[coeluvr]

can we romance vincent while having a verbal showdown with him? like i want to be mad for his accusations but yk also wants to kiss him every once in a while (and have a high romance points)

The relationship points (like how well you get along and stuff) stat is different from the romance points stat. The attraction stat is separate as well.

So your MC (from what you described) will likely have a low relationship stat but a high attraction stat which generally means you hate him but you want to fuck him lol.

Since you want romance points as well then pick the heartfelt options, which are marked with a 💗 in the game, more than the ones that are for the attraction stat which are marked with ❤️‍🔥.

The attraction stat is a "I want to fuck them" stat so I would say pick heartfelt at least 10 times during your journey with your RO if you want to romance them. So it shows up that you are considering romancing them when it is time to lock into a route.

10 sounds a lot but you get a ton of opportunities to pick them!

Short answer: Yes, your MC can do all that because relationship, romance, and attraction all have a separate counter.

To romance a character you will have to pick a heartfelt option at least 10 times during your journey which is easy because there are many opportunities and they are marked with a 💗 while attraction is marked with a ❤️‍🔥.

[northern-passage]

the ros with the hunter is that post thats like 'get you a man that crumples like soggy paper'

the hunter:

all of the ROs, for some reason:

😳😳😳💗💗💓❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😍😍😍😍😏😏😏🥰🥰🥰❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜😳😳😳💗😍😍😏😏💗💗💓❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💙💗🤍💗💙❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜😍😍🥰🥰🥰

[saturniasxenos]

PINK N PRETTY ID PACK

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Pink colors, Pink stuff, Cute things, Pretty things, and anything alike! (I put whatever I (personally) thought was cute, pink, and/or pretty.) + (Includes Masc titles & names)

No matter who you are, or what you look like, YOU ARE PRETTY. 🫶

"How many emoji pronouns do you want?"

"Yes."

This entire pack was inspired by an OC of mine called Lotus 🩷🪷

Pronouns:

Pi/Pin/Pink/Pinks/Pinkself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Ro/Ros/Rosa/Rosas/Rosaself

Lo/Lov/Love/Loves/Loveself

Hea/Hear/Heart/Hearts/Heartself

Blo/Bloo/Bloom/Blooms/Bloomself

Fla/Flami/Flamingo/Flamingos/Flamingoself

Fu/Fuch/Fuchsia/Fuchsias/Fuchsiaself

Or/Orch/Orchid/Orchids/Orchidself

Wate/Waterme/Watermelon/Watermelons/Watermelonself

Lo/Lot/Lotus/Lotuses/Lotusself

Pe/Pet/Petal/Petals/Petalself

Che/Cherr/Cherry/Cherrys/Cherryself

Blo/Bloss/Blossom/Blossoms/Blossomself

Ce/Ceri/Cerise/Cerises/Ceriseself

Pea/Peae/Peach/Peachs/Peachself

Blu/Blus/Blush/Blushs/Blushself

Tu/Tuli/Tulip/Tulips/Tulipself

Cu/Cut/Cute/Cutes/Cuteself

Pre/Prett/Pretty/Prettys/Prettyself

Ma/Mage/Magenta/Magentas/Magentaself

Pa/Pas/Pastel/Pastels/Pastelself

Swe/Swae/Sweet/Sweets/Sweetself

Flo/Flow/Flower/Flowers/Flowerself

Flo/Flor/Flora/Floras/Floraself

Pre/Preci/Preciae/Precious/Preciousself

Ri/Ribb/Ribbon/Ribbons/Ribbonself

Fri/Frill/Frillae/Frills/Frillself

Do/Doll/Dolly/Dolls/Dollself

Co/Cor/Coral/Corals/Coralself

Da/Daw/Dawn/Dawns/Dawnself

Sun/Sunse/Sunset/Sunsets/Sunsetself

Hib/Hibis/Hibiscus/Hibiscuses/Hibiscusself

Dia/Diam/Diamond/Diamonds/Diamondself

Gem/Gemsto/Gemstone/Gemstones/Gemstoneself

Gor/Gorge/Gorgeous/Gorgeousness/Gorgeousself

La/Lac/Lace/Laces/Laceself

Pu/Puff/Puffy/Puffys/Puffyself

Flu/Fluff/Fluffy/Fluffys/Fluffyself

Pom/Pomp/Pompom/Pompoms/Pompomself

Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself

Chrys/Chrysan/Chrysanthemum/Chrysanthemums/Chrysanthemumself

Ast/Aste/Aster/Asters/Asterself

Ga/Garn/Garnet/Garnets/Garnetself

Pe/Pear/Pearl/Pearls/Pearlself

Op/Opa/Opal/Opals/Opalself

Qua/Quart/Quartz/Quartzs/Quartzself

Bub/Bubble/Bubblegum/Bubblegums/Bubblegumself

Car/Carna/Carnation/Carnations/Carnationself

Stra/Straw/Strawberry/Strawberrys/Strawberryself

Ma/Mau/Mauve/Mauves/Mauveself

Sa/Sak/Sakura/Sakuras/Sakuraself

Li/Lil/Lily/Lilys/Lilyself

Emoji Pronouns: 💋/💋's, 💄/💄's, 💅/💅's, 🩷/🩷's, 🪷/🪷's, 🐷/🐷's, 🐖/🐖's, 🦑/🦑's, 🦩/🦩's, 🌸/🌸's, 🌺/🌺's, 🌷/🌷's, 🍑/🍑's, 🩰/🩰's, 🎀/🎀's, 🧸/🧸's, 🌹/🌹's, 👛/👛's, 💕/💕's, 💞/💞's, 💓/💓's, 💖/💖's, 💗/💗's, 💘/💘's, 💝/💝's, 💐/💐's, 🍥/🍥's, 🧁/🧁's, 🍧/🍧's, 💒/💒's, 🏩/🏩's, 🧼/🧼's, 💌/💌's, ❤/❤'s, 💔/💔's, ❣️/❣️'s, ❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹's, ❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥's, ♥/♥'s, ♦/♦'s, 🦄/🦄's, 🦢/🦢's

Titles:

Pretty In Pink

(X) Who's Pink

The Prettiest

Perfect Pink

The Pink One

Dancing With Pink Petals

(X) Who Loves Pink

(X) Who Feels Pretty

Sparkling

(X) Who Sparkles

Sparkling In Pink

(X) Who's Aura Is Pink

The Pink Spirit

The Cute Spirit

The Pink Creature

Dancing With Doves

The Pretty Dove

The Pretty Creature

The Pretty Pink Spirit

The Pretty Spirit

(X) Who Blooms

(X) Who Blossoms

The Blossoming Flower

The Pink Flower

The Pretty Flower

Deity of Pink

God of Pink

Goddess of Pink

Names:

Fem: Aphrodite, Ara, Azalea, Amora, Amaranth, Annabella, Annabelle, Amandine, Aimee, Aelia, Alani, Aviva, Briallen, Belle, Blossom, Bellerose, Begonia, Blush, Briar, Coral, Celia, Colette, Cerise, Clary, Camellia, Cherry, Carnation, Coralie, Coraline, Desiree, Dahlia, Dennise, Eglantine, Elodie, Elke, Esme, Fae, Fuchsia, Flamina, Flora, Fraise, Garnet, Hana, Huong, Heather, Isadora, Irisa, Jada, Jadah, Jalajaa, Keasha, Koral, Kamelia, Lien, Linnea, Lacey, Lyanne, Laelia, Leilani, Lotus, Mink, Mimose, Magenta, Mauve, Nerine, Odessa, Peony, Pearl, Petunia, Pinkie, Pink, Pinkus, Pinkney, Rosella, Rosanna, Rose, Rosie, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosaline, Rosalind, Rosabella, Rosita, Roseanna, Roseanne, Rydell, Rora, Rada, Rhoda, Sharyn, Sonnet, Scarlett, Sadie, Sandhya, Teuila, Varda, Venus, Xiloxoch, Yvete, Zelie,

Masc: Asmodeus, Amandus, Amadeus, Aziz, Amias, Altansarnai, Alroy, Astilbe, Akala, Amado, Amato, Connelly, Caleb, Cordovan, Carwyn, Corwin, Cordian, Dariel, Dante, Dilan, David, Darell, Eros, Fuchsio, Florian, Fenmore, Floyd, Geranium, Gul, Gulabi, Gulzar, Haneul, Hart, Jamil, Jared, Kiefer, Kevin, Kamal, Kunal, Lohan, Leif, Lennon, Milos, Manik, Manu, Magento, Mauverell, Mawar, Phlox, Roz, Rosario, Rosalio, Rosen, Razzmatazz, Rosamel, Roosevelt, Rouge, Rosewood, Rosewell, Rozovo, Roth, Thulian, Taffy, Vered, Zahri,

Neu: Amor, Aruna, Aphro, Adonis, Ambrose, Ceri, Callisto, Ceinwen, Carmine, Cassius, Corentin, Cupid, Dianthe, Erasmus, Erastus, Erato, Francis, Kamon, Kokoro, Koharu, Kirani, Kaipo, Lerato, Loxi, Martie, Maud, Mallow, Noa, Nasrin, Parvati, Obi, Pembe, Primrose, Paris, Rozene, Sakura, Sorrell, Salmon, Sashiro, Syd, Valentine, Valentino, Vaihere, Varuna, Xinyi, Zerah,

Genders:

Viosalimi - a gender connected to liminal spaces in the colors of pink & purple, whether it be the color combo or the two separately.

Ivsidirosen - a colorgender connected to the colors pink, black, and white

Pinkribbon - a gender under the genderribbon system which is related to the color pink & ribbons ; like ribbons being colored pink or being the color pink that loves ribbons , or any other combination of the two .

Pinkangeldigital / Pinkangelvirtual - a gender in which your gender is related to virtual / digital themes and pink angels, being a virtual/ digital pink angel, being a pink angel and loving virtual / digital themes, being a virtual /digital being who loves pink and angel themes, etc!

Pinkmagicalgirlic - a xenogender that relates to being a pink magical girl. it can also relate to the aesthetic of pink magical girls, the colour pink, or being a magical girl !! the gender often feels feminine or neutral .

Pinkdollic - A gender under the genderdollic system related to the color pink and being a doll

Pinkshirofoxic - a gender related to white foxes, pastel pink, and soft aesthetics.

Pinkadorded - a gender under genderadored related to being adorable ) adored and the color pink . may be related to being the color pink who is adored by all , the color pink who is adorable or being the color pink and adored.

Strawlovecatrum - a masculine- and neutral-in-nature xenogender that is best described by strawberries, lovecore, pink, and cats!

Pinkpresentic - A gender that presents itself in a pink way/as pink/in a way that involves a lot of pink. Can be used as a descriptor for other terms

Pinkrufflic - a xenogender relating to pink and ruffles, or pink in a ruffly way

Pinkabomination - a gender connected to being an abomination of pink , being an abomination in a pink way , etc.

Pinkcutecorian - a gender related to cutecore, pastel pink, and cutesy fashion

Pinkbratfem - a gender related to pink, being a stereotypical "bratty girl" and being transfem

Redpinkic - a gender connected to the colors red and pink, specifically when they're together

Pinkvampgender - A gender in which you are connected to vampires, softness, and the cuteness of pink, soft vampires.

Pinkgender - an aesthetigender under the colorgender umbrella connected to the color pink. One who is pinkgender might feel as though their gender is validated by the color pink, or as though their gender is best described as the color pink.

Pinkmetropolistic - A gender related to pink cities or cities that primarily have the color pink in them

[Link] Pixelovic - a gender related to pixel hearts, chiptune music, love, and the colors pink and red 🩷🩷 Loverwave - a gender connected to love, being a lover, and being a wave

Feinflambelle - a fein gender connected to pink, make-up, nail polish, perfume, flamboyant dressing, bright colours, dresses, and skirts.

Pinkautix — A subset of autigender related to the color pink

[mariaofdoranelle]

Maria! Drop the last chapter of Courtship Deception, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 😩🧎‍♀️

HAHAHAHAH I WILL!! I promise ❤️❣️❤️❤️❤️‍🔥

Though I should tell you I owe you not just one chapter, but the entire climax loll but I’m sure I can do it in about 4k words, so it’ll be quick

It’s my next update, pinky promise!!

Also I made a promise to myself to not start anything new until I finish my wips, which include: TCD, LAUN, URDAD, Wedding Break (!!), You Still Would’ve Been Mine, Drawing Up the Plans, Teacher AU, super secret fic I’m writing with @aelinschild that haven’t seen the light of day but is already 7k words and ongoing… phew 😅 (and also sleeping beauty ro au if i find a good plot for it)

Like my friend called me out today:

Things really snowballed last year, but it’s just stupid of me to drop a bunch of projects I really love—and other people do too—because I’m excited about this new thing I just thought about. I know it’s annoying for readers, and I’m working to tie up the works I’m still excited about (99% of them, really)

[greatprotector-if]

what are the thoughts about marriage and kids? (Not for the ROs)

🥴🫦🫦💐💐🌹💍

BATS EYELASHES. my thoughts on marriage and kids are whatever yours are anon let's make it happen ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[mirroredmoons]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile! Add a heart so we know how long the chain's been going! ❤️🖤💖🤍💚💛💗💙🩶🩵🤍🤎💟💜❣️❤️‍🩹🧡💜💝💕💖❤️‍🔥💗🫀🩷🩵🫶🏻🖤💜💛💞♥️💞

(/nf)

AHHH RO HI AGAIN!! once again i WILL do this tomorrow!! you are SO wonderful seeing you in the notes is truly joyus!!

[shift-if]

Your introductory post is amazing!!

On a scale of least to most slowburn, where do all of the ROs lie?

Thank you!

🤍 Harmony - She will be conflicted with her emotions, but she handles her emotions better than the other Ro's. So she could come to terms with how she feels about MC sooner rather than later, which would result in her acting on them.

🤎 Keegan - Our wolf here is at midpoint. He has to get to know MC better and how MC reacts around his pack. How the pack feels about MC will matter to Keegan. It takes time to build trust between them so a bit slower burn.

🖤 Carver - They're used to their dynamic with mc. So it would take a bit for Carver to realize the emotions between them and their own emotions. There are spoiler reasons as to why they're much more slow burn. Ya know how vamps are, they can be prickly. Carver can be flirty, but that's just their charm.

❤️‍🔥 ???? - [Redacted] Definitely the most slow burn though.

Also Mc's "condition" will affect relationships.