#she’s a princess and she lives in a bubble BRO

[writingmywill]

Imma just come out an say it but rhack (rhys x jack from Borderlands) is just modern day classic oncecest.

Like i do not see the difference here

[sturnioz]

imagine frat!boy chris loosing reader at a party baisically going crazy not being able to find her then he finds her passed out drunk somewhere then princess carrying or over the shoulder carrying ( you choose ) her to his bedroom then taking care of her AHHH

sorry i fw frat!boy chris fluff heavy

you are only supposed to grab a drink — so what the fuck is it taking so long? chris' eyebrows knit together in frustration as he pushes himself off of the sofa, adjusting the cap on his head as he shoves through the crowd of sweaty bodies, peering over their heads to try and catch a glimpse of you.

the pulsating music of the frat house thumps in his chest, but it's drowned out by the growing annoyance in his mind as he chews on his cheek, a tell-tale sign of his growing irritation, ignoring anyone who dares reach out for him — whether they want to talk or buy drugs, he doesn't give a fuck.

his mind is solely focussed on finding you.

chris pushes his way into the kitchen, full of drunken bodies, some lost in conversation while others are high, eyes glazed and minds somewhere else. it's a familiar scene — one he's seen countless times — but tonight, the sight of tangled limbs and slurred words only heightens his frustrations.

he scans the room, searching for you, but his gaze meets a sea of other faces, causing the knot in his stomach to tighten, and his fists to clench and unclench at his sides, knuckles cracking.

he does spot matt in the corner of the kitchen though, absorbed in his phone with a joint dangling lazily from his lips. chris moves forward through the crowd, ignoring a girl who reaches out to him with a flirtatious giggle, her attempts to grab his attention fading into the background.

as he approaches matt, he cuts straight to the point, direct as he asks. "you seen the kid anywhere?"

matt looks up, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips as he answers, "like, five minutes ago, yeah."

chris almost rolls his eyes. "right, 'kay, so," chris gives him a look, his impatience bleeding through. "where is she now?"

"nate 'n his girl dragged her to play beer pong or some shit."

chris rolls his tongue across his teeth and nods his head slowly, turning sharply to head towards the familiar spot where the beer pong table usually stands. the crowd shifts around him as he moves, but when chris approaches, his brows furrow deeper when he finally spots nate with his girl — your friend — huddled together, alone.

nate's eyes light up when he sees chris, a drunken grin stretching across his face. he loosens his grip on your friends waist, letting her sway slightly as he steps froward to greet chris with a handshake.

chris' grip is firm but distracted, his gaze immediately flicking to the beer pong table, where empty cups lay askew, remnants of a game that has clearly gone off the rails.

"where is she?" chris asks, tone sharp and urgent.

nate shrugs nonchalantly, laughter bubbling in his throat. "i dunno, probably throwin' up or somethin' — she lost baaad, bro," nate thumps his chest with a fist. "undefeated beer pong champion."

chris feels his irritation spike, nearly pushing him over the edge. "you uh, you let her get fucked up?"

nate seems to sense chris' attitude and sobers up just a bit. "hey, easy... its a game, yeah? she's safe in here."

ignoring nate's reassurance, chris' gaze locks onto your friend, snapping. "why didn't you go with her?"

"she's a grown adult," your friend drawls drunkenly with a roll of her eyes. "let her live."

chris' lips curl into a humourless smile, a bitter laugh escaping him as he turns to nate, pointing to your friend. "y'know, she uh, she was fuckin' tom before gettin' with you.. and y'know tom has that thing, so.."

nate's expression shifts from confusion to horror, his eyes widening as his head snaps towards your friend, who screeches back angrily, spitting drunken curses at chris who walks away without a word.

he heads towards the crowded staircase, moving through through the bodies in the slightly vacant hallways, stepping over discarded cups and spilled drinks that litter the floor as he approaches the main bathroom at the end of the hall.

his fist curls tightly around the handle, and without bothering to check if it's free, chris pushes the door open. the hinges creak slightly, and his gaze immediately lands on your passed-out body sprawled next to the toilet.

a deep exhale escapes him, his jaw clenched tight as he steps further into the cramped space. the familiar stench of stale beer hits him hard, mixing with the faint smell of vomit, and his nose wrinkles in disgust, shaking his head as he crouches down beside you. his heart races a little with a mix of irritation and slight concern, and he reaches out, tapping your cheeks gently.

"hey, kid," he says, his tone sharp but low, echoing in the tiled room. when you remain unresponsive, he taps again, a little harder this time. "wake up, dumbass."

with no reaction, chris leans in closer, his hair brushing against your face, the strands falling like a curtain as he listens to the laboured rhythm of your breathing. his expression subtly shifts, a flicker of worry breaking through his irritation.

"great," he mutters under his breath, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

with a huff, he awkwardly slips his arms around your body, feeling the dead weight of you against him. he adjusts his grip carefully, his muscles straining as he lifts you up, your head lolling against his shoulder.

he carries you out of the bathroom and into his own room, kicking the door open with his foot and closing it behind him with the same motion. he eases you down onto his unmade bed, letting out a frustrated sigh, his tongue prodding at his cheek.

he kneels beside you and begins to untie the laces of your shoes, tossing them carelessly to the ground with a dull thump. he glances at your face, the discomfort evident even in your unconscious state, and his expression softens slightly as he unbuttons your jeans, pulling the material down your legs gently.

his hands reach for your shirt next, but he pauses when you make a soft, gargled noise, and his eyes flit back up to your face.

"s'me, kid," chris murmurs, low and steady. "calm down."

you seem to respond to his voice, the noises fading as he pulls the shirt off your body. he throws your clothes into the hamper beside his bathroom door, then grabs one of his own shirt — a soft, oversized shirt that he dresses you with a little difficulty due to you not cooperating.

"know y'can hear me," chris grumbles under his breath. "makin' me dress you like a fuckin' baby.. could be helpin' me, make this shit a lot easier f'you. but naaaah.. gotta do alllll the work."

[animusrox]

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[askyuuandco]

Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quotes 23

OB! Malleus: All that effort and you still couldn- GN!Yuu: GrrrrHA! *hits Malleus with the Frying Pan* OB! Malleus: *holding his nose with his claws* GA- AHHHH!!! OB! Malleus: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! ;A; GN!Yuu: That's called a Frying pan BITCH! D:< OB! Malleus: Ah Frying Pa- D:< OB! Malleus: How did it hurt so much? ;m; GN!Yuu: I have a lot of pent up trauma UnU OB! Malleus: That doesn't make any sense-ah... *lets go of his nose*

OB! Malleus: I'm Bleeding...*covers his nose back up* You made my nose bleed! D:<

OB! Malleus: OMG! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! D':< GN! Yuu: A LOT! D:< *hits him again* OB! Malleus: AAAHHHH!!! Everyone Else: o-o'///

------------------------------------------------------- Male! Yuu: I Don't have PTSD! D:< Male! Yuu: That is all just the Wizards curse! >n>

Male! Yuu: The wizard is my father *looking at Crowley* Male! Yuu: But that's-But That is not relevant >n> M!Yuu & Crowley: *glaring at each* Staff: oh boy. Family counseling it is. =v='/// --------------------------------------------------------

Lilia: Go...do a crime UvU *hands Baby Silver a toy sword* Baby Silver: YIPPEE :D *leaves to do silly kid things* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Sebek: HOLD ON!!! (x3)

Sebek: HER SISTER WAS A WITCH RIGHT?

Sebek: AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS, THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST BRO! Silver: ....I'm gonna stab him =-= Sebek: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE DOUG! Silver: I'm not fighting with you (x2) =-= Sebek: GROW UP BRO, GROW UP! Silver: get educated. =-= ------------------------------------------------------------

Idia: Stick. OwO

Orthro: what did you come home with? >_>' Idia: A Wizard's Stick. OwO

Orthro: where did you find this thing? >m> Idia: Work. OwO Orthro: What do you mean at work? What do you mea- Orthro: What do you for a live? >A>'/// Idia: Trains. OwO Orthro: I thought you said you work with Trains? >n> Idia: OwO Orthro: >,>'/// Idia: Trains. OwO Orthro: I think your lying to me. Idia: Work Stick. OwO

Orthro: Your a Wizard Idia: I am now >w< Both: *laugh* ------------------------------------------------------- Ace: Grimace shake. Here riddle have some >w> Riddle: Thank you *drinks* Hey this is half ba- ---2 minutes later--- Riddles: *dies*

Trey: NO MY BOY!!! Cater: *patting Trey's back* ------------------------------------------------------ Trey: I baked you a Pie Yuu: Oh boy what flavor is it? :D Trey: Pie flavor >:) Pie: *explodes and another pie pops out*

[suisen-shira]

My middle aged neighbour stays in the Philippines for most of the year. He casually mentioned the epidemic of musty retiree men from the West shacking up with late teen/early 20s Filipinas who are nearly always from impoverished backgrounds. He described it as a 'win-win', old man gets to ravish her youth plus lifelong nurse to change his diapers, she finds a way out of her poverty or at least a better quality of life.

I told him it's a hooker punter arrangement and that these men don't dare return to the West with their 'wives' in tow because their main leverage over her comes from her desperation. I noted how women from my country (industrialised) do not have to resort to such arrangements as frequently and the trend in Ph stems from penury. They could just NOT be rapacious and hire her as a nurse but why would they when they can get bang-maid benefits rolled in?

He proceeds to call me opinionated and says women from my country (say, the US) are too ugly to galvanise the mass exodus of geriatrics for companionship purposes. He then smugly explains to me that prostitution is, for the most part, not exploitative, attractive women would anyday prefer to be paid 1000s for being a pillow princess than work at Subway (nevermind the frequently supermodel tier women working in retail and hospitality). How, while 's__king disgusting men's d___s for a living' would certainly be no fun, the (Filipina) women he knows that do it are chirpy, wholesome, pretty college girls looking to earn a few extra bucks. That it is a personal liberty and I am projecting my biases on to them by suggesting such encounters may be degrading and traumatic for them.

It's all just a naughty adventure, you see. A luxury available only to beautiful women in their wild days of youth. A mandatory 304 phase, if you will. Why not get paid while you're at it? Imagine being so desirable men pay lavishly to have you. Happy hookers ftw. Because sexuality is divorced from privacy and self respect when it comes to beautiful women. The highest bidder wins.

These girls will go on to marry wealthy men and have kids (thereby scaling the pinnacle of womanhood), he explained. As if making oneself into a sex object is a rite of passage for attractive women, a pitstop before hallowed wifedom where the lewd husband continues to consume 🌽 and prostitutes while telling wifey he wouldn't dream of disrespecting her the way he does THOSE women, she is The Wife, the social position is the reward.

His talking points boiled down to 'attractive women are in possession of a goldmine, wouldn't it be a criminal waste for them to not monetise their bodies in the most invasive manner possible?' He earnestly believes beautiful young girls are available on tap if you are a wealthy men*.

*He is a wealthy man.

He, like so many other leches populating the corridors of corporate power, has made bank. Otherwise unremarkable, he is not a looker and although this post does otherwise, the less said about his nauseating personality, the better. I suspect it is his dirty old man fantasy, an assembly line of stunning, young women ever-eager to f___ him, his general unsavouriness notwithstanding.

Throughout his tirade he wouldn't let me get a word in. He absolutely would not entertain the notion that passport bro bs and sex for money is inherently misanthropic. When I pointed out that it is a combination of low self-esteem, insecurity and economic instability that impels women who claim to 'voluntarily' sell themselves, his response was: 🤷🏻‍♀️ at least they are making something out of a gnarly situation instead of acting like professional victims. The specious 'emancipation' argument. He will do anything but admit that all of it, from bubbly 'college girls' su___ing 🍆 for cash to the long-suffering, self effacing wife grateful for scraps of 'love' is an outcome of the self-serving male psyche; the unbridled lust and entitlement to women it breeds.

As though an exclusive, loving heterosexual partnership founded on mutual support and regard is a pipe dream. By signing up for it, women accept the fineprint - his roving eye and insatiable sexual appetite, the unrelenting assaults on her soul.

Going by my neighbour's assertions, objectifying women, the pursuit of no strings attached/hedonistic sex is a compulsive behaviour for human males, an inalienable part of male sexuality that is also divorced from their capacity to love. Women are either Madonnas or Wh__es. The former should be thankful men elevated her to the latter, her superior status implies he adores her even if his actions show anything but. He is simultaneously free to covet the latter, she gets his attention and admiration - a 'win-win'. Both exist to satisfy different facets of the male psyche.

I'm sad to report that even this odious man has a devoted long term girlfriend whom he frequently derides. She is always in damage control mode putting out the fires he starts with his unconsidered words. She can do better but she stays because 'the known devil etc'. Being single is inconceivable for some reason.

He is one of those men that takes pride in being obnoxious, like it is a reflection of his importance, his ability to hurt others evidence of his emotional intelligence. People tolerating his unkindness are tacitly declaring their allegiance to him. Of course that is not the case, like so many men, he has an ill formed Theory of Mind. Most people just pinch their noses and want to be done with the unpleasantness asap, confrontation (I found out the hard way) only prolongs the suffering - and all for naught. He is too daft to know better.

[idrawprettyboys]

These are character bios for a manga I'm working on, The Princess is the Punk. Premise: A Japanese punk and a Victorian lady swap bodies and fall in love in each other's settings! Specific dates and character designs may be subject to change later.

Keiichiro Yamaguchi: A rowdy delinquent from 1989 Japan. He's gotten tired of all the fights and troublemaking. When a shooting star falls from the sky, he wishes to no longer be a rebel and to be able to live a comfortable domestic life. He switches lives with Evelyn Mortimer.

Evelyn Mortimer: An upper-class lady from 1842 England. She wants to break free of the restrictions placed on her and of her upcoming arranged marriage. When a shooting star falls from the sky, she wishes for freedom to do what she wants and be with whoever she wants. She switches bodies with Keiichiro Yamaguchi.

Roger Ellington: An aristocrat from 1842 England. He asked Evelyn's parents for her hand in marriage with the hopes of hiding his homosexuality. Once Keiichiro takes over Evelyn's body, Roger's cold, callous demeanor starts chipping away, and he begins to wonder if he's somehow developing feelings for his fiancée.

Toku Hamamoto: A playful delinquent from 1989 Japan. He's Keiichiro's loyal, bubbly best friend. He's always cared dearly for his friends, but his friendship with Keiichiro starts to feel like something else when Evelyn takes over, and his "bro" starts acting like his ideal woman.

Author's notes: At the point of posting this, I have 43 pages written of the storyboards thus far! I'm still figuring out some things, so I don't want to start the final pages quite yet, in case I have to make some big changes. I want to try making the manga entirely in pencil, so let me know whether the images and writing is legible enough! This is a test run to get an idea of what I want the final pages to look like. Also, if you see this, please let me know if you like the premise and look forward to seeing the comic! Any little bit of encouragement helps. Thank you!

[faegoddessog]

Not 'till Monday

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, clit play, fellatio, cum swallowing, cunnilingus, snowballing (male to female), Austin taking SUCH good care of you is SO many ways.

Summary: Recovering from surgery is tough. Doing it with Austin at your side is amazing with one exception-no orgasms allowed. I mean how did the doctor expect you to NOT be turned on when Austin is caring for you? It was fine for the first bit, but as you near the end of your blackout period it gets harder and harder, especially when he's vowed to abstain as well. Monday morning could not come soon enough and that goes for the both of you.

A/N: This little one shot was inspired by a convo with @purejasmine. I basically vomited it up in 24 hours. There are wee references to my other works and yeah, I have completely self serving fantasy that he'd read my work and go... 'damn... that's hot'. LOL! Let a girl dream!!!

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@purejasmine @slowsweetlove @richardslady121 @austinbutlerslovers

You weren’t gonna read it, your T-besties new dirty smut,  but the line just jumped out at you and now you couldn’t stop reading and re-reading just that one line.

“Is this what you want? For me to fill you with my cock?” 

Holy. Fuck. You shouldn’t be, but you are so fucking turned on right now. The fucking buzzing and throbbing of your pussy is out of control! Fuck! It is so intense, it's no joke.  You give in and read on. When you get to the mutual orgasm part, you squirm in your seat feeling your wetness literally bubbling out. What the actual fuck!

“I can control myself” you think, literally shaking.

Your throat vibrates with a needy groan as you toss your head back. ”Stop triggering me, bro!” you assert to the ceiling. 

“Are you ok, Princess?” his concerned voice calls down the hall from your bedroom. 

“Yes, I’m fine.. Well not fine.. But I’m ok” you shake your head, sighing, texting your t-bestie to fucking stop, tongue in cheek of course. You never want her to stop. 

“What’s wrong, what’d I do Baby,” his voice is hot in your ear, just moments before his hand crosses your upper chest. 

“Nothing you did Austin, my love. She’s just at it again,” you hold up your phone to show him the latest smut. 

“Princess, you should not tempt yourself. You know the doctor said no orgasms, not until Monday. You can hold out a couple more days,” he lightly kisses your cheek and walks around to sit on the couch with you. 

“I know, I know and I’ve been really good and you’ve been amazing. But she writes you so well… plus just having you around keeps me wet all the time.” 

“MMM I know, that’s one of a long list of my favorite things about you,” he purrs at you.

Austin has been a freaking angel sent from the beyond since your surgery.  Well, longer than that. He’s cooked for you, made sure you’ve stayed on top of your pain meds, stayed up at night to hold you in his arms until you fall asleep. He’s never missed a chance to take your walks with you. Even though they’ve had to be a little slower than usual. He holds your hand and points out animals and trees and the beauty of nature. You are so in love with him, he is the best thing that ever happened in your life. He even declined a project that was supposed to be starting this month because he knew you’d need him. 

“Bah, there will be others,” he’d said when you had protested, “I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it anyway. And I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you after surgery.” 

The flip side is that everything he does just turns you on, he is like your own personal interactive pornography. You have excellent self control, something you’d had to cultivate in your previous, toxic relationship. But this was testing your limits, you were starting to have a hard time concentrating on anything.

“I love that you don’t get weirded out by reading her smut that is about you.”  You nestle into his arms.  You two frequently read her stories together, getting so turned on that you fucked like bunnies. She absolutely loved the idea that her mind fuckery got the two of you off. 

“Heck no, not when she’s given us some of the best fucking ideas… like that one about cockwarming…or the one where I dominate you and call you Pet… damn that was one hot time.” He reaches down and adjusts himself. It’s been a while for him too, he vowed no orgasms for himself in solidarity. 

“Sweetheart,” you cover his hand with your own, your pinky brushing his burgeoning bulge, “if you want to you can jerk off. You want to cum in my mouth?” You feel bad for him, and you fucking love the taste of his cum. The idea of it makes your pussy throb. 

“No, no my Princess. I made a vow and I’m sticking to it. Besides, I was once a teenaged boy, I’ve had plenty of hard-ons that I’ve not played with, and I KNOW how hot that makes you. No way.” 

 He stands up and offers both hands to help you stand up. 

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.” 

He leads you down the hallway, through your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. The tub is filled with steaming water, the scent of lavender and chamomile drift in the air. Two glasses of sparkling water and a plate of your favorite foods sit by the side. You two bought this house in part because of the huge tub. Both of you love baths and wanted something big enough that you could share. 

Austin helps you strip naked, put your hair up, and get into the bath before stripping off his clothes. If this was supposed to help you calm down, it’s a disaster. You fucking love the sight of him. He has been working out especially hard and he is fucking ripped right now. His lats pop and the ripples of his torso are fucking gorgeous as he bends to pull his joggers off. He doesn't quite get the first leg off and hops a little, giggling. He is so adorable and sexy at the same time, quite the enigma.  

You lean forward as he slides in behind you. You feel the hardness of his cock slide down your back and nestle at the base of your spine. He wraps you in his kind, gentle, strong arms. You melt. 

“Fuck Austin, I know you meant this to help… but it’s fucking hot,” you are struggling to keep your hips still.

“You want me to run some cold water?” he says helpfully. 

You purse your lips and twist to look at him. He is smiling ear to ear, chuckling. He knows what you meant. 

“Just wait love,” he whispers in your ear, “wait and I'll give you the most mind-blowing orgasm with my mouth in a couple days.  Then I’ll cum on your tongue, but you have to promise to swallow.” As though you’d ever do anything else but swallow his seed. His cock twitches against your back, his teasing of you is turning him on too. 

“Austin, you are not actually helping.” you giggle. Giggling is the only recourse you have right now. You fucking love this teasing, love this mind fuckery. At least you know you’ll get it eventually. Get his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his body, his cock, his cum. FUCK now YOU are not helping. 

“I’m sorry my love, here let me feed you. At least we can appease your slutty tastebuds if not your slutty pussy,” he kisses your cheek and grabs the plate. 

“My pussy isn’t slutty!” you say with mock indignation, “it’s only for you Austin. How can it be slutty?” 

“Mmm, you are right,” he reaches down to cup your pussy in his hand, but stops himself just before plunging into the water. making a fist instead 

“Your wickedly wonton pussy, then” he breathes into your ear. Dear goddess in heaven, he is not making this easy.

He proceeds to give you little tidbits of perfectly cooked bacon, rare steak with goats cheese, roasted root veggies, fruit and yogurt, perfectly ripe avacados. You suck the bits off his fingers as he feeds you. 

“My Princess needs her protein for healing,” he kept saying every time he cooked for you inthe past two weeks. He did, indeed, treat you like a princess. 

The next two days pass without incident. There are no new story updates, and Austin keeps it surprisingly G rated. Though there is an undercurrent of sexual tension throughout the house. Sunday night is like fucking Chistmas eve, the anticipation is driving you mad in the best kind of way. As you cuddle on the couch watching a film, a standard Sunday night in your joint home, his arm is draped over your shoulder. His fingers lightly stroke your collarbone. You think they are shaking slightly, as though he is a nervous teenager hoping for a gratuitous movie theater-like grope session.   Is your mind playing fuckery tricks with you? 

You hear him sigh. It’s nothing to do with the movie on the screen. You thread your fingers through his, rubbing your thumb on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you. You tilt your head up to look at his perfect face. His little dimple appears, the one that you can’t help but kiss. Now is no different. You lean up and press your lips to his. His fingers curl around yours as he deepens the kiss almost instantly. You are instantly wet, well, more so than you always are with him. Your tongues touch then caress lips. Lips are momentarily trapped by teeth, before opening to be sucked and stroked by tongues ones again. God his kisses are like fuel to your fire. Your hand drops to his chest, and you turn towards him, fully engaging in the act of kissing this perfectly amazing man. Kissing that quickly ripens into full on making out, including his hand sliding up your shirt to fondle your breasts. Movie theater grope session indeed. 

The blaze of passion that ignites in your belly is ridiculous. This is the first time you’ve really kissed like this since the surgery.  The forbidden fruit effect is full on. The fact that you can't have it, makes you want it all the more.  

‘Fuck it’, you think, your mind clouded with lust, ’what is a few less hours.’

You move to straddle him and at the same time your hand reaches to undo the button on your jeans. 

“Whoa, Princess,” his deep voice husky with desire, “not below the waist, not until tomorrow.”

“But…” your face is a mask of petulance, forehead crinkled down and lip stuck out. Your frustration is evident. 

“No, my Love, I promised I’d take care of you and that means following doctors orders. No orgasms until Monday, and four weeks still until I get to sink into your tightness,” he reaches out to pet your protruding lip with one long finger. The finger that you want rubbing your clit right now. “I’m sorry I gave in to temptation, Baby.” With both hands he tilts your head down and kisses your forehead. 

You close your eyes, breathing deep. He is right, dammit. 

Later that night, he is propped up against the headboard. You curl up in his arms, grateful for his love of a good snuggle. He opens the book he is reading out loud to you. His gorgeous baritone lulls you to sleep.

You must be in an orchard, you have to be. What else smells like vanilla and citrus? The tall grass you are walking through brushes against your naked butt. The grass reaches and gropes along your thighs, trying to get to your pussy.  It feels good, the grass caresses your ass. You realize it’s not the grass but a shining ethereal being standing next to you, hands cupping your genitals front and back. Warmth radiates from its hands and soaks into your skin. You feel an intrusion inside you, malleable and warm. A sense of peace glows in you, from the inside out and the light erupts from your sacral chakra, like water over pouring from a vase. It feels divine, like an orgasm of light. Then you feel a concentrated rubbing against your mons. You hear a moaning and realize it’s your voice. 

You come to full waking consciousness and feel Austin next to you, on his side.  The palm of his hand rubbing circles on your vulva. You realize you have been moaning and just came in your dream, or maybe here in waking life too. 

“Yeah,” you hear in your ear, “that’s it, cum for me.” You can smell the orange and vanilla on his wrist as he brushes hair away from your face.

You eyes flutter open so see Austin staring at you, biting his bottom lip, nostrils flaring. When he sees your eyes open, his mouth curves just enough to expose the dimple at the corner of his lip. That fucking dimple, it melts you. Then his mouth is on yours hard and fast, the clean taste indicating that he brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. 

His finger dips inbetween your labia, you are so fucking wet, he doens’t even need to pull wetness over your clit. It’s already bathed in your juices. You are pretty sure that you already came once, which is fantastic as you were nervous that something inside might hurt when you finally got to orgasm. 

His fingers start working their magic, circling the hood of your clit, over and over. Then switching side to side. His mouth is constantly on yours. You want to stop him and tell him you want his beautiful mouth on your pussy, but it all feels so good. Usually he would gradually get faster, but he keeps a steady pace. It’s mere minutes and your orgasm washes over you. Your body freezes,  spine jerking and your little grunts are swallowed by Ausitn’s mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he gently pets your vulva, “How was that my love?” 

“Please, please keep going,” you pant, eyes pleading for the overstimulation that he is so freaking good at. You can’t stop your hips from pushing forward and back against his hand.

“No babe, we are gonna take it slow at first,” he smiles, eyes full of love, “don’t want anything to… burst or whatever with a crazy hard orgasm.”

“Hmmmmm” your voice whines, “can I at least have your cum, baby. I need it.”

“That I can do,” he nods imperceptibly, “C’mere sugar.”

You help him pull back the covers as you sit up,  unwrapping his gorgeously perfect naked form next to you. His cockstand is a fucking dream, thick and long lying on his chiseled stomach. Your pussy practically drips at the sight of it.  You snag the bottle of water from the bedside table and quickly drain it. 

“Get that mouth down there, I need to be wet,” his voice is grizzly with need. 

You could live off Austin’s cum. In fact you usually get it almost every day. The past two weeks have been torture, not having his milky seed in your mouth. 

Eagerly you straddle his leg, bending down. He pulls your hair, still in its sleepy bunny ears, away from your face. He fucking loves watching your mouth on him. You lick your lips, looking at his eyes as he tucks one hand behind his head for a better view.  He knows you struggle with your gag reflex and he has never asked you to go beyond your comfort zone. 

Tongue out, you lick his soft tip. He releases a shaky sigh. He has missed this too. You bring your lips together pushing saliva out between the seam with your tongue, letting it run down his cock. You push your closed mouth down, tongue flicking his tiny hole. You seal your lips over his red tip,  chasing the rivulets and sucking them back up as you pull back. You dive down again, only taking his tip. Your cheeks hollow and the sound of wet suction follows. 

“Oh my god, Princess” he breathes.

You rub your smiling lips along his tip in a figure eight, like lip balm. You love hearing his sounds of pleasure. You engulf his head again, just a little farther this time. Your tongue rubs side to side along his frenulum. You bob up and down, up and down, tongue working him, slurping on the end of his cock.  

He moans, his hand rubbing down his stomach to the inside curve of his pelvis. His thumb and forefinger catching up the root of his cock. His long middle and ring fingers falling in the crevice next to his balls. 

“Yeah, that’s it gorgeous. Get me all wet with that pretty mouth,” he croons at you. His glutes start flexing slightly,  pushing his cock up. He’s trying for all he’s worth not to fuck your mouth. 

“Princess, I gotta… I’m… I need…oh god” he moans, not able to finish any sentence. You pull back as he holds his hand out, you drip spit into his hand and he wraps that big fist around that big cock. His hips thrusting up into his hand almost violently. He is so considerate and didn't want to do that into your mouth and make you choke. Clearly the last two weeks have taken their toll on his self control. 

You love seeing him play with himself. Last summer,  you ‘caught’ him jerking off. He had thought you had left.  You’d ran back inside to get something you forgot when you heard his moan. Peeking through the door, your pussy had gotten so wet when you saw him sitting at his desk, laptop open. You had almost slipped into his office to help, but when you realized what he was watching, you were too beguiled to interrupt. It was a video you two had made. A close up of your lips around his cock, both oral and vaginal. You didn’t let him know you were there, but you watched through the sliver of the door as he stroked himself to climax. Your hand was down your pants and your finger on your wet, wet clit.  It was so fucking hot. You loved the idea of being his porn. 

Now, your pussy is again activated watching him pump himself. You realize you have lowered down to his knee and are rubbing your wet pussy on his thigh, riding him.

“Fuck, Princess. That is so hot, you are dripping down my leg,” he seethes through his clenched jaw. “GAH!” he tosses his head back, a sure sign that he is close. His hand speeds up, and stops, speeds up and stops, edging himself just a bit. His forehead is pulled down in concentration, his plush lips form a little ‘o’ as he pants.

Holy fuck, he could not be hotter in this moment. His bicep bulging,  his pecs popped, abs contracted and tight, forearm veiny with effort, thigh flexed and wet with your juices.  Your mouth is open, tongue flicking.nYour pussy lips dragging back and forth over his skin. Fuck, it feels so good. So much deprivation has made you ultra sensitive. 

“Get that greedy tongue down there, so I can cum all over it,” he puffs out. 

You tip your head down. His legs are long enough that you can still rub against him and reach his cock with your mouth. Your tongue is out ready to catch. 

“Yesssss, here it comes,” he moans. 

The warm milky cum spatters your tongue, you know how much he likes to see it hit your mouth.  He groans in appreciation. Then you are down on him, sucking lightly, not wasting a single drop. It’s so fucking hot, such an activation for you to have his cum in your mouth. You sit up and grind into his tight quads just at the insertion on the patellar tendon. It's the perfect dune of muscle to rub your clit on.  You moan around your mouthful of cum, your tongue rubbing it along the roof of your mouth. 

“That’s it Princess, get it,” his hand is still on his cock, lightly stroking himself. He is so fucking turned on with your wanton display. His other hand is on your knee, somehow wanting to help, but not wanting to interrupt your flow. 

Your pussy tightens, good lord the friction feels good. Just as you can feel yourself tipping over that brink, you let his cum slide down your throat. Your eyes roll back in your head and your pussy gushes as your hips freeze forward. Your hips and head jerk in unison, grinding your pussy down on him with each jerk. It’s nearly overstimulating… nearly. 

You fall forward onto him, ass in the air, panting, shaking. He catches you with waiting arms. 

Cradling your head on his chest. 

“You good, Princess?” there is just a touch of concern in his voice. You love how he loves you. 

You nod, slowly getting your breath under control.

“Could be better,” you look up at him with a glint in your eye. 

“Oh yeah,” he gently swipes at a creamy drop on the corner of your mouth, offering the drop to your mouth. You greedily lick it from his finger. 

“Yeah,” you say after rolling the salty tang around your mouth, “I, uh, I seem to remember a promise a certain hot fucking man made me. One of a mindblowing orgasm with his talented mouth.” You smile at him,  running a finger along  the border of his lips. Those perfect fucking lips. 

“Oh yeah, when is he getting here?” he jests, chuckling.

You purse your lips and shake your head, you love his silly goofy side.

“Austin,” you kiss his mouth then roll off him, legs wide,”get down there and make good.” 

His eyes smolder at you, he loves it when you have just a touch of command in your voice. It usually doesn't last long, as he likes being in control in the bedroom, but it turns him on nonetheless. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he nods. Catlike he flips on top of you and slides down your body. In supporting his upper body weight, his shoulders bulge and ripple. That and his ocean blue eyes never leaving yours is enough to set you off.

He wraps his arms under your upper thighs. 

He inhales the smell of you.

His eyes close and he moans in pleasure. 

His mouth opens and he drags his tongue along your lips. 

“Just nothing in, not yet” you remind him. 

The apples of his cheeks pop as he smiles up at you, “I know darling.”

His tongue rolls around under your clit, pushing between your labia. He laps your little lips into his mouth, sucking them gently. 

You moan at the sensations, god you’ve missed his mouth. 

He nestles down at the bottom of your entrance and with a flickering tongue licks your wetness up, sucking your clit lightly into his mouth at the top.

 It’s fucking amazing. 

He licks again, his bottom lip dragging after his tongue, over and over. Until he settles on top of your clit. One hand slips from your leg and you feel two fingers press, not into your vagina, but in the crevices on either side of your lips. He licks your nub with the tip of his tongue and  presses rhythmically on the legs of your clitoris from the outside, milking your pussy. It feels incredible, you had no idea that was a thing, at least not for your body. 

Your juices start to flow freely, dribbling down. He greedily licks as much of it up as he can, sucking hard on your labia. Then his mouth closes wholly over your clit and the top bits of your lips. He sucks, the tip of his tongue flickering over the hard little button. 

Oh fuck it’s good. He is good. Better than good, with his fingers working their magic. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangled in his unruly locks. Breath flutters out his nostrils and onto your pubis. Your hips start pumping against his pretty face. You know he loves it when you just let go and let your body react. He starts groaning, his hips mimic yours, driving against the folds of the sheets under him. The fact that he is so turned on by eating your pussy is exhilarating. The vibrations of his moans send your pussy into overdrive. All of a sudden you are there; screaming, grunting, shaking under the magnificence that is Austin’s mouth. Pleasure floods your body. You writhe.  He shifts, letting go the suction and licks long, sensuous strokes along your quivering cunt. He flicks your clit at the top each time, making you shake in aftershocks, making you drip that much more. He closes his mouth wide over your pussy, sucking hard. Then, with a closed mouth he pushes up to his knees over you. His cock is rock hard and jutting out from his lean form. He is a fucking dream. He leans his head forward and dribbles a mixture of your juices and his spit onto his cock and into his hand. 

“God I miss doing that to you,” he moans.

You are panting, watching the sex god Austin stroke himself. His hooded eyes are brimming with desire and lust. 

“Touch yourself,” he commands, “I want to watch.” 

You immediately obey, your finger rubbing back and forth on your swollen clit.

“Yes, finger that clit, Princess,” it’s taking all he has not to slide into you, but he would never endanger your health like that. 

Your finger runs in circles around your clit.

“Pull your lips apart, I want to see it all,” his tone is intense, brooking no argument. 

You spread yourself for him and continue to circle your clit. Anything for Austin. He spits into his hand again, and continues to pump fiercely on his cock.

“Pull up, I want that little hood pulled back,” he is huffing, his face contorted and serious, “I want you to feel my hot cum as it hits your naked clit.” 

Oh. My. God. He has never said that, never done that. Your finger stops rubbing and pulls back your clitoral hood. The cooler air hits your exposed clit. You moan and clench. He watches as your pussy contracts, his breath hissing between his teeth. He glides hard on his cock. 

“Keep it up, don’t touch it.” His chest  expands in a deep, deep breath. His orgasmic groan begins as a rumble in his chest and blasts out his mouth in unrequited vowel sounds. Hot semen hits your vulnerable clit, it’s like fucking lightning. Your back arches and your hips shake, your orgasm is inches away. All you have to do is rub… but he told you not to. 

Suddenly and unexpectedly,  his mouth is sucking on you and hard. His tongue rubbing in his cum, back and forth over your clit. Your climax explodes over you like fireworks. You are so fucking lit.  Your spine and hips jerk, bouncing you on the bed.   He rides you down, lapping up his cum from you. Then he is over you, kissing you deeply with a mouthful of his own, sweet cum. It’s intoxicating, mind blowing, hallucinatory and nearly makes you orgasm again. You swallow every drop, curling your tongue into his mouth, desperate to get it all into you.

He pulls away shaking, having given you the same cum a second time. Clearly he found it just as electrifying. 

“Fuck that was unbearably hot, Princess,” he pants.

Your head shakes as you nod up and down, still completely aroused. You pull his fingers between your legs. 

“Rub Austin, please,” you beg. 

Austin can’t resist it when you beg like that. 

You spend the rest of the day either in bed, in the bath or in the kitchen. Austin made you cum in all of them. Orgasm Day, you’d come to call it, your own personal annual holiday.  Now, only 4 more weeks and the medical ‘ok’ until you get to feel his thick cock stretching your tight little pussy. Until then, well it’s Austin’s cum for breakfast, Austin’s cum for dinner and Austin’s cum for a midnight snack. 

[fernandoswarcrimes]

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼..

Sneak Peak.

Note: this is going to be part 3 in the PPP series

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Full chapter coming May 4th✨

Charles had taken Gracie on a day trip to Milan, figuring it would be harder to spot the two of them in the Italian city unlike Monaco, which was a very small and everyone practically knew everyone,

The two had met up with Pierre who offered to take them around to different spots, he knew Charles had seen them already but that the blonde princess hadn’t seeing as his bestfriend explained she didn’t get to get out much. He thought that was a bit sad.

Unlike Charles, Pierre could walk freely about Milan without swarms of people following him or crowding him which made it easier for the three to just have a calm day blending in with everyone else touring the city

They did normal tourist things, grabbed lunch, shopped and enjoyed just being normal people for a while, something the three of them didn’t get to do very often. By sunset everything was winding down and Charles knew he had to get Gracie back before ten because Dimitri could only stall for so long.

“We should probably head back soon, it’s getting late.” Charles sighed, he didn’t want to have to bring the bubbly blonde back to the confined walls of the place that overlooked the city they both grew up in but he knew he didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you again Pierre, for taking the time to hangout with us today it was really fun.” Gracie smiled as her and Charles walked out of the restaurant with the Frenchman, they had a bit of a ways walk back to Charles car so they chatted idly.

“It’s no problem really, Charles never shuts up about you. So it was great to offically meet you, us boys thought he was trying to pull a fast one over on us.” Pierre grinned when he saw how red Charles face got at him admitting that he had been talking about the blue eyed girl to the rest of the guys on the grid.

Gracie could feel Charles hand on her waistline, they were out in plain sight of the streets in Milan an had let it slip their mind that they were infact very public figures as people whispered as they walked past by.

It was a bad sign.

As they got closer to Charles car, Pierre stopped them so they could take a group photo. Charles hadn’t let them take any the whole day, more so just wanting him and Gracie to live in the moment but he figured one couldn’t hurt, to atleast rememember the fun they had today.

But Pierre being Pierre, absentmindedly posted the picture of the three of them on his Instagram story thinking nothing of it.

What the Frenchman didn’t realize was the domino affect that singular post would cause.

After Gracie had gotten into the car Charles gave Pierre a bro hug before feeling his phone vibrate as he walked around to his side of the car, he pulled the device out to check it and paled at the notification.

“Pierre you’ve got to delete that” the Ferrari driver stressed after realizing his bestfriend had posted the picture of the three of them and tagged him, Dimitri had warned him that nobody could know that he and Gracie were still hanging out outside of him, Alexei, and Annaslise.

Especially her parents.

A rule he had already broken by meeting up with Pierre, but he figured his bestfriend could keep this to himself if Mick and Lance had known her for years and never told a soul, but evidently not.

“Okay okay, my bad I didn’t know.” Pierre said as he quickly deleted the picture from his story two minutes after he posted it.

But unfortunately the damage had already been done.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, and love’s a fragile little flame that was going to get burnt out before it could even be fully lit.

[ahandfulofm0ss]

@th3-l0c0l-l0v3r

I put our DSMP characters (+ Wilbur) into incorrect quotes

Observe

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*Starix recording whilst Pluto and Wilbur are arguing* Pluto: HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO! Starix: *wheezes like a tea kettle* Wilbur, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab him. Pluto: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? Wilbur: It's my favorite movi- Pluto: SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, WILBUR! Wilbur: I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y- Pluto: GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

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Moon: Well please don’t let Starix do anything stupid… Wilbur: Stupid by my standards or yours? Moon: Moon: Stupid by my mother’s standards. Wilbur: Smart. Starix will live longer.

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Starix: What's your greatest fear? Moon: Being forgotten. Starix: ... Starix: Damn, that's deep. Starix: Mine is the Kool Aid man, but I feel kinda stupid about it now...

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*Hoki is casually searching around the room* Wilbur: Hey Hoki, what’re you looking for? Hoki: My will to live. *Moon walks into the room* Hoki: Oh, there it is.

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Wilbur: *Gasp* Starix: wHAT?? Wilbur: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Starix: *inhales* Moon, in another room with Hoki: Why can I hear screeching?

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Wilbur: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Wilbur: Oh no, where did it go? Starix: WILBUR WHAT THE FUCK?!

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Starix: Go fuck yourself. Wilbur: Come over here and fuck me yourself you coward!

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Hoki: May luck (and this picture of Starix eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

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Wilbur: Why does nobody tell me when people come over? I came downstairs singing All Star while wearing a "say hey if you're gay" shirt and boxers! Wilbur: Everyone was there. EVERYONE! Including Moon! Wilbur: She saw.

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Pluto: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Wilbur's birthday invitations. Starix: Well, what are they supposed to say? Pluto: "Wilbur's birthday". Starix: So, what do they say instead? Pluto: "Wilbur’s bi". Starix: Starix: Works out either way.

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Wilbur: Hi, who's this? Starix changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures. Hoki: What's mine? Wilbur: Dwarf. Hoki: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT! Wilbur: Oh, hey Hoki. Hoki: FUCK!

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Wilbur: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

[nemesyaaa]

jieidozodeieiez omgg you're sure it was 2k words because it feels so fast to read. i've enjoyed this too much ibthink ?? your first series (not really BC YOU made the one with honeymoon) but anyways, i'm so so so glad and i know it's gonna be really good. i already appreciate this story so much, and the relationship between rafe. i can smell the angst coming and i'm ready for it. your writings is just so beautiful, the way your sentences seems so perfectly written it's amazing. i can't wait for the part2. and the moodboard is so pretty 💕💕‼️

jaw ticking, rafe cursed to himself when his phone started ringing, ward’s contact lighting up the screen. “i’m going home already, alright? yes— yes, dad! i know we have a meeting with some investors in the morning.. what? no i’m not fuckin’ high!” he rambled on, feigning offense when his father called his bluff. “just stop— i know, okay? i’ll be there in a minute—” before rafe could finish his sentence, he took a sharp turn, swerving onto the curb before hitting a light pole. —.lmfaoooo it's hard to be a liar ??? 😭😭😭😭💀nobody believes you bro

“so.. you live all alone in this pink camper in the middle of the woods? aren’t you scared some psycho will come across it and want to know who’s inside?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “a psycho?” you flashed him a playful smile, “like you?” rafe watched as you unlocked the small screen door, a chuckle threatening to slip from his throat. “i would laugh if it didn’t feel like i had a thousand needles stabbing me in my brain right now.” he swallowed thickly, accepting the hand you offered him to step in. — she lives the fairy princess life damn it. anyways, this « “a psycho?” you flashed him a playful smile, “like you?” » 🙂‍↕️🥹 I love them

even now as you two sat in your favorite diner, sharing a milkshake and laughing at whatever the other was saying, you felt no worries when you and rafe were together, your heart threatening to burst at the seams everytime you looked at him. everything was perfect.. at least for now. all good things must come to an end, and when you two are threatened by none other than ward himself, the love bubble you two have been mindlessly floating in is suddenly popped. — this sounds so fluffy and good right now that i know the drama is about to come and crash everything....

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW | PROLOGUE

a pogue!sweetheart!reader series by rafesangelita ©

SUMMARY: nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the handsome kook that came crashing into your life.. quite literally. it’s hard to think that at one point you and rafe didn’t know one another, especially since you two have spent every passing day together for the last four months.

WARNINGS: drug use, driving under the influence, reckless driving, rafe arguing with ward, descriptions of a mild injury, mentions of addiction and sobriety, blood, reader tends to rafe’s wounds, fluff, opposite of slowburn, forced proximity (?), time skip (from four months ago to the current day), slight angst

AUTHOR’S NOTE: ahhhhh!! it’s finally here, and i couldn’t be more excited to share this with all of you!! all feedback is deeply appreciated <3 feel free to ask to be added to the taglist if you’d like!

LINKS: series masterlist | next chapter

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

rafe set a new record for himself tonight, and he wasn’t proud of it. not only did he lose count of the lines he snorted off of topper’s coffee table, he also had ward blowing up his phone. “aye, man, i don’t think you should be driving.” topper slurred, downing the alcohol in his glass. cleaning the residue from his nose, rafe shook him off, stumbling through the crowd of people in the living room before hopping in his truck and peeling out of the packed street.

jaw ticking, rafe cursed to himself when his phone started ringing, ward’s contact lighting up the screen. “i’m going home already, alright? yes— yes, dad! i know we have a meeting with some investors in the morning.. what? no i’m not fuckin’ high!” he rambled on, feigning offense when his father called his bluff. “just stop— i know, okay? i’ll be there in a minute—” before rafe could finish his sentence, he took a sharp turn, swerving onto the curb before hitting a light pole.

you were locking up the icecream parlor when you heard the high pitched squeal of tires against the pavement, a loud crash making you jump from your spot in front of the door. spinning on your heels, your eyes widened when you saw a black truck just feet away from the main street, smoke billowing from under the hood. unsure of what to do, you looked around to see if anyone was nearby, but of course, the strip was always empty at this time of the night.

“son of a bitch!” you heard someone groan before they tumbled out of the front seat, falling face down against the concrete. you gasped, dropping your purse before running across the street. “are you okay?!” you helped the stranger sit up, wincing when you saw blood dripping from his nose. he stared at you wide eyed, his pupils blown as you kneeled in front of him. he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” you reassured him, slipping off your cardigan before holding it against his nose. you noticed the open gash on his brow, your heart sinking when you saw his eyes soften. “we really need to get you to the emergency, do you have a phone?” rafe shook his head, leaning back against the tire of his truck. “no. well, yes, i have a phone.. somewhere.. but i can’t go to the emergency, not like this.” just then, rafe felt a sharp pain shoot up to his temple from his neck.

“yes, like this! you’re all scraped up.” you said incredulously. “no, i mean i’m not sober.” as if he was waiting for you to judge him, rafe watched as your expression didn’t falter. “i promise you, going to the emergency and getting help from a professional is a lot more better than not going at all. your truck can always be replaced; you can’t.” your words lit a fire in his chest, the sincerity in your tone making him crack a pained smile.

“i’ll go to jail for this, and i just can’t do that right now. i have to be somewhere in the morning, my dad will kill me if he finds out..” remembering that he was on the phone with ward before he crashed, he scrambled up to find the device, only to groan and plop back down on the street. still holding the pink cardigan to his head, you guided his hand to hold it for you. “what are you looking for? i can try to find it.” rafe let out a shaky breath, mumbling “my phone.” before you got up and spotted it near the tire.

turning it over, you held it up for him to see. it was completely shattered. “i don’t think it’s going to work..” you handed it to him, a bitter laugh falling from his lips. “what the fuck?” he breathed out, holding his head in his hands. you’ve never seen someone look so defeated before, your feet moving on their own before you could think. “do you think you can walk? my place is only five minutes away.” rafe looked up like he couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your mouth.

“your place?” he repeated, half shocked and half confused as to why you’d offer him help. “yes,” you nodded, taking his hand in yours, “i don’t have a phone there, but i can at least get you cleaned up..” rafe tried to weigh out his options, only to realize he didn’t have any. “are you sure?” he was truly at your mercy. “yes. here— just keep holding this to your head, let me go get my purse and we can be on our way.” you left him with your cardigan, running across the street and grabbing your bag before getting him up.

“i’m a lot stronger than i thought.” you joked, attempting to lighten the mood as you wrapped one of rafe’s arms around your shoulders. “fuck, what about my truck?” rafe leaned his weight on you, nearly making you topple over before you took a step. “someone will find it and call a tow, you could call the towing company tomorrow,” you explained to him, “do you have anything valuable in there?” rafe laughed, shaking his head. “just my piece of shit phone that has no value now.” he grunted, walking with a slight limp.

“hey, uhm, what’s your name?” rafe looked down at you, both of you sharing a glance before he looked away. despite him not being in the right state of mind, there was no doubting how insanely pretty you were. “y/n.. and yours?” why on earth were you getting butterflies right now? “rafe.” was all he replied before he started asking you an abundant amount of questions. rafe learned a lot about you in the short five minute walk to your camper. what you did for a living, where you currently worked for some extra money, what your hobbies consisted of.. along with being a pogue.

“so.. you live all alone in this pink camper in the middle of the woods? aren’t you scared some psycho will come across it and want to know who’s inside?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “a psycho?” you flashed him a playful smile, “like you?” rafe watched as you unlocked the small screen door, a chuckle threatening to slip from his throat. “i would laugh if it didn’t feel like i had a thousand needles stabbing me in my brain right now.” he swallowed thickly, accepting the hand you offered him to step in.

he was immediately hit with the smell of freshly baked cake and vanilla frosting. he loved it. “i know it’s really small in here, but you could just take a seat right there on that little couch and i’ll go get my first aid kit.” rafe did as you said, eyes darting around your space. pink florals, white lace trim, usually he’d be irked by this kind of decor, but for some reason unbeknownst to him, he didn’t mind it this time. rafe leaned back on the soft sofa, settling into the cushions while you scrambled for the little first aid kit somewhere in your bathroom.

spotting the small box on your little shelf, you grabbed it before making your way back to where rafe was sitting. he opened his eyes momentarily, finding you even more pretty now that darkness didn’t surround you two. he kept his gaze on you, watching as you took your bottom lip between your teeth. “sorry about this..” rafe took the pink cardigan away from his head, the fabric now stained with blood. “oh, don’t worry about it,” you smiled, “you needed it more than i did.”

pressing a damp cloth to his nose, rafe groaned when you applied the slightest bit of pressure. “i’m sorry!” you pouted, taking a seat next to him. rafe reassured you he was alright, a groan leaving his lips as he clutched his stomach. eyebrows knitting in confusion, you lifted his shirt, your eyes widening at the sight. he was scraped and bruised, a small wound adorning his lower abdomen. “here, lets get this off.” you pulled rafe’s t-shirt over his head, both of your cheeks heating at the compromising position.

“we could stop if this is too weird for you—” you shook your head, taking an ice pack out of your freezer. “no, it’s okay.” you pressed the cold bag to his skin, still wiping away the dried blood on his face. “i’m not sure how far you live, but i don’t think it’s a good idea for you to walk anywhere.” your voice was barely above a whisper, the sound of it soothing rafe more than any kind of medicine he could take right now. “don’t worry about me, i’ll be fine.” rafe watched your fingers dance across his stomach, your nails sparkling underneath the dim lighting of your camper.

you thought for a moment. “i guess what i’m trying to say is; i think you’re better off staying the night here..” you trailed off, meeting his gaze, “you’ll be able to get to a phone in the morning and call whoever you need to. you should just get some rest right now.” rafe was stunned. you wanted him to stay? “i don’t know..” he sounded uneasy, not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t help but feel like he was imposing. “it’s okay, i swear! you could take my bed since there’s no way you’ll be able to sleep on this little thing.”

“no, no way, i’m fine with sleeping on the floor.” you smiled at him, eyes flickering down to his lips. “no, really, it’s okay…?” you trailed off, unsure of what to call him since you didn’t know his name. “rafe.” he answered. “rafe,” he liked the way his name sounded rolling off of your tongue, “i’ve fallen asleep plenty of times over here, i’ll be fine on the couch.” you got up, wringing out the towel you were using to clean him up. “i just have one rule, though,” rafe held the ice pack to his stomach, humming as you grabbed some ointment and a couple of bandages.

“you can only lay in my bed if you’re clean.. and you need a shower.” the corner of rafe’s lips quirked. “if you want to see me naked all you have to do is ask.” you blinked, pushing his chest softly. “that’s not what i meant.” you giggled. “i’ll get you a change of clothes, just get in there for right now.” rafe was already too far in to look back. getting up with your assistance, you guided rafe to the bathroom before shutting the door behind him. “there’s clean towels and wash rags on the shelf!” you called from the kitchen, yawning as all of tonight’s events started to catch up with you.

rafe didn’t know what to make of all of this. one minute he was high out of his mind, crashing into a light pole with his dad on the phone, and the next he was inside some gorgeous girl’s camper getting tended to before using a strawberry scented body wash in her shower. what the fuck was his luck? taking his time in the shower, rafe thought about how he’d explain everything to ward tomorrow, from the towed truck to the cuts and bruises.

he wondered if ward would even care.

by the time rafe was done, he was stepping out of the bathroom smelling like a slice of strawberry cake with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. he glanced over at the couch, your back facing him as you slept soundlessly. moving aside the pink curtain that concealed the doorway to your room, rafe slipped into the sweatpants you left out for him, settling underneath your silky soft sheets shortly after.

how was it that you just happened to be the only person around when he crashed? how did he crash right in front of where you worked? and why were you being so nice to him? rafe had so many questions and couldn’t think of any logical answers. he didn’t believe in fate, but looking back on it, that seems to be the only explanation. the next day he woke up to his clothes freshly washed and wearable again, your music playing softly in the kitchen. “good morning!” you chirped, your hair and makeup already done for the day.

“hey..” rafe was still shirtless, his eyes following your every move. “what time is it?” he took a seat at the little booth by the wall, his head no longer pounding the way it did last night. “it’s about to be ten. i was debating if whether or not i should’ve woken you up earlier, but you really needed to sleep.” you leaned back against the counter, admiring the handsome man in your camper. “your wallet should also be with your clothes there on that chair,” you started, “..so i was thinking; the little store just right outside of these woods has a pay phone that you can use.”

rafe nodded. “yeah, that sounds good.” he couldn’t think of the last time he woke up without wanting the day to be over with already. “hey, listen— uhm, i owe you a huge one for everything you’ve done for me.. i apologize if it was an inconvenience in any way, but i really do appreciate you.” rafe got up, grabbing his wallet from your room. “here. please take it.” you looked down at the hundred dollar bills tucked between his fingers, shaking your head as you moved his hands away.

“absolutely not.” you laughed. “no, please, take it.” rafe got closer, opening one of your palms before closing it around the bills. “rafe, i don’t want it!” you backed away, “i’m serious.” rafe let out a sigh. he already knew how this would go, so instead of urging you to keep it, he placed the money on your dresser after he was done changing. “well i guess i’ll be leaving now.” you masked the disappointment on your face by offering him a smile. “yeah, i guess so..” without saying a word, you and rafe stared at each other before he wrapped his arms around you, the action giving you butterflies.

before you could say or do anything, he pulled away and left, leaving your camper feeling more emptier than usual. you walked over to the door where you watched him walk away until you couldn’t see him anymore, a pout on your lips as you did so. while you were sure that you would more than likely never see him again, you couldn’t be more wrong. that day was the first of approximately one hundred and twenty one days, and counting, that you two would spend together. rafe came back to you the next day with a brand new pink cardigan to replace the other one you so selflessly let him ruin.

one icecream date turned into several, which then progressed into him coming over to your place with an overnight bag, his very own toothbrush now taking a spot next to yours. which then led to him picking you up and dropping you off at work, and so on until he finally said that you were his. you two spent the entire summer underneath the trees, rolling around in the grass as you two gasped each other’s names into your mouths, sharing sweet kisses and an even sweeter love that continued to grow with no intentions of ever stopping.

rafe had gotten sober out of fear that he wouldn’t remember what a love like this felt like if he was high all the time, and without judgement, you were there with him every step of the way. you stayed by his side when he felt like all hope was lost, and for that he could never thank you enough. although ward wondered where rafe would go off to, he didn’t bring himself to care as long as he was doing what he needed to do for the family business. with his dad off of his back, and you to come ‘home’ to everyday, he could say that he was truly happy.

even now as you two sat in your favorite diner, sharing a milkshake and laughing at whatever the other was saying, you felt no worries when you and rafe were together, your heart threatening to burst at the seams everytime you looked at him. everything was perfect.. at least for now. all good things must come to an end, and when you two are threatened by none other than ward himself, the love bubble you two have been mindlessly floating in is suddenly popped.

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[lucyandludwigkoopa]

here’s one of my Super Mario bros/Koopalings Ocs princess Lucy here’ information on her let me know what you think of her 🖤Full Name 🖤

princess Lucina van Koopa

🖤Nickname🖤

Lucy lulu bell beauty royal blue rose

🖤age 🖤

18 or 19

🖤looks🖤

hair dark/royal blue normally down some hair covers one eye like rosalina's sometimes has her hair in too pigtails sometimes one ponytail eyes grayish sliver color wears a Dark/royal blue dress Dark/royal blue heels black leggings black spiky arm bands black spiky choker a sliver tiara Dark/royal blue shell with azalea and sky blue rings around the spikes

🖤likes 🖤

listening to music singing dancing drawing painting vampires reading writing watching romantic tv shows and movies and reading romantic books listening to romantic pop and Rock music

🖤dislikes🖤

mud dirt getting dirty getting mud or dirt on her dresses leggings heels face hands hair ghosts bugs clowns heights the dark men a whole lot snakes having everyone she loves get hurt being alone

🖤gender🖤

female

🖤sexuality 🖤straight used to be lesbian

🖤personality 🖤

smart kind loyal sensitive gets Jealous easily

🖤powers 🖤

instability can clone herself has water magic and bubble magic can float like princess peach can with her unbrella/parasol also has fire powers

🖤weapons 🖤a magic wand

🖤strengths 🖤

water ice fire love her friends and family

🖤weakness 🖤

lava poison blood in a vampire way

🖤family 🖤

(bio mom ) Laura Koopa dead bio dad Louis Koopa alive twin brother Luka long lost younger sister Lacey (adoptive mom ) Queen Star (none bio (younger )siblings Raven May Ralph Izzy Luna have (bio younger sister) Lily (none bio

youngest )sister Breeze

🖤friends🖤Rosalina (BFFs) Koopalings ashlnn (another)(Oc) melanie (another Oc ) sarafina (another Oc Zac/Zoey

🖤backstory 🖤

she was born in the Koopa Kingdom and taken to an orphanage when her mom died and when her dad ran away her twin brother ran away the day before her mom died she ended getting adopted by Queen Star and lived in the Crystal Kingdom she ended up living in the Koopa King in Bowser's castle with her siblings Bowser the Koopalings and Jr after her adoptive mom Star left her and her siblings at Bowsers door step one day/night

🖤extra 🖤

she has autism ptsd like I do Irl she's also very sensitive and extremely scared of men because of her ex boyfriend she slowly became friends with her ex boyfriend she only trust's very few men her twin brother Bowser Ludwig Iggy Lemmy Larry Morton Kinda trust's Roy Jr she really likes Ducks and really wants to be one she has ptsd because of her adoptive mom Queen Star and her ex boyfriend she can sing and dance really well she really likes blood like a vampire does and wants to be one as well her ex boyfriend is Zac/Zoey thinks vampires are hot really loves tea she's British oh yeah Lucy has a pet cat that is a black and white cat that's female named Oreo that's has had since she was a kitten she has an altr ego that's a pop star named melody rose

🖤crush🖤

boyfriend/husband Ludwig Von Koopa

[ibelongto-tylergalpin]

Eddie Munson taking care of kids....

~Okay let’s be real for a second.... kids fucking WORSHIP this man

~Sure they’ll prolly find him intimidating at first but the minute he opens that beautiful fucking mouth of his, they fall in love with him

~You and Eddie were supposed to go out to the movies to watch the new movie that just came out called Stand By Me (its giving fexi)

~You had to call Eddie last minute to postpone your date because your parents decided to spontaneously go on a trip upstate for some alone time, leaving you to babysit your 2 younger brothers and baby sister for a day or two (The sister is Emily, the youngest boy is Johnny, and the oldest boy is Caleb)

~He decides to surprise you and stop by to help you take care of them

~He knocks on your door expecting to see you, but instead he sees a little girl who looks to be 5 years old, wearing a princess dress and crown

~“Hi mister!”

~“Emily who are you talking to?” 

~A second kid comes into the doorway, a little boy around the age of 10

~“There’s a man here!” 

~Your sister is just standing there pointing at him like shes never seen a guy before LMFAO

~Eddie is literally just standing there smiling, seeing as hes never met your siblings

~“Hi! Can we help you?”

~Your brother Johnny is pretty fucking fascinated with Eddie and his entire fit

~“Is Y/n here?”

~“Y/n actually isn’t here. I’m in charge now”

~Another fucking kid walked over and this one looked about 12 (Caleb)

~“No you’re not! Y/n/n is in the living room getting the music thingy ready!”

~Eddie finds your little sister abso-fucking-lutely adorable

~“It’s called a record player stupid”

~Bro why is Caleb so pressed like go take a bubble bath or sumn light a candle just calm down

~Eddie can tell that your sister is clearly upset with Caleb so he decides to try to make her feel better

~“I actually call them “music thingys” too. Saying record player is so lame”

~Her face fckn lights up stop your sister is 100% ready to steal this man from you

~You walk to tell your siblings that it’s ready and you see your adorable, fine ass boyfriend so you run over and give him a kiss

~Literally every single kid gags 

~You have to explain the concept of bf and gf to your sister and Eddie finds it so fckn hilarious

~The 5 of you go to the living room and have a dance party with your sister on Eddie’s back

~She tells him which direction to go and he goes

~When I tell you this little girl has him wrapped around her finger istg

~Your brother Johnny (the 2nd youngest) takes Eddie upstairs to his room and shows him his action figures and the older brother (Caleb) shows him his music posters

~He’s never been to your house and has only ever walked you to the door so he goes into your room and sees papers and flashcards spread across the desk, a stack of records on the shelf (he recognizes the ones hes given you) 

~Your sister goes into your room to find him and D R A G S him out so that he can look at her dollys and play with her

~The boys are occupied in their room and you were making dinner

~You went upstairs to get them and you see Eddie in your sisters room with a princess crown on and playing with her dolls with her

~Youre heart fucking MELTS when he looks over at you and gives you his signature Eddie Muson smile LORDDD

~Literally your siblings fucking worship this man like wtf

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i'm back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I'm currently writing right now so do not fret.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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[genshin-obsessed]

Wicked Witch of the East, Bro!

Ok, so this is my all time favorite video on the internet and if you haven't seen it (first of all, you poor thing, living life under a rock <3) but also [here's] the link. I've written something like this for bnha before as a joke but decided to write one for genshin too. Itto was perfect for this.

The setting cuz there's not much context: you're the traveler in your tea pot with Childe and Itto when they get into an argument about something stupid. Now why did I choose Childe and Itto? Because they're the only ones who would get into this dumb argument.

You three were just relaxing in your manor and you weren’t even sure what had happened. But here it was, a full blown argument about something so stupid but so goddamn funny.

“-old on, hold on, hold on, hold on, you’re g-”

“This is my favorite m-”

“HOLD ON!” Itto screamed, practically glaring at Childe. The other man laughed, looking towards you as you desperately tried to contain yourself. “Her sister was a witch, right? And what was her sister? A princess! The wicked witch of the east, bro!” Your laughter finally burst through as Childe sat up from the seat.

“I’m gonna stab him.” He claimed, a small pocket knife ready in his hand.

“You’re gonna look at me and you’re gonna tell me that I’m wrong?! Am I wrong?!” Itto yelled, holding it hands up almost cartoonishly at this point. He was so passionate about this and so angry.

“It’s my favorite mov-”

“She wore a crown and she came down in a bubble, dawg!” Itto exclaimed, his face getting red as Childe took a step back and walked towards the seat again.

“I’m not fighting with you.”

“Grow up, bro.”

“I’m not fighting with you,” he repeated as he sat down while Itto walked towards the stairs.

“Grow up, bro!”

“Get educated, buddy!”Childe yelled back before you completely lost all composure, laughing until your sides and stomach hurt.

[elegiacmarquise]

My headcanons about the Mario Princesses

Hi guys, how have you been? I hope fine!

These are some series of headcanons I wrote alongside the redesigns I published few days ago, but since they could be read separately, I'd like to give a shot in this posts.

During the writing of these headcanons tried to stick as much as the canon but at the same  time I wanted to give a personal twist to it, and I loved to get overboard and to deepen the world the princesses live. I would like to create even a bigger and intertwined Mario world and to reprise some ideas I had in the past. We'll see if I get enough time or inspiration to proceed. I hope you'll like them but if not, that's   still fine! Diversity is one of the things I like about both redesigns   and headcanons, so interpret it as just my own interpretation of the   princesses, which differs from what Nintendo is usual to do with them!rtwined Mario world and to reprise some ideas I had in the past. We'll see if I get enough time or inspiration to proceed. I hope you'll like them but if not, that's  still fine! Diversity is one of the things I like about both redesigns  and headcanons, so interpret it as just my own interpretation of the  princesses, which differs from what Nintendo is usual to do with them!

Now, let's get started!

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🍑  Princess Peach 🍑

-Peach Toadstool is the princess and current ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom.   She's the only daughter of Queen Rosamunde and King Peter. Shortly after her birth, her mother felt  sick and never fully recovered. Since she couldn't take much efforts  anymore, her father ruled the kingdom in her place and before Peach  could grow up. With him being busy and her Rosamunde living secluded,  little Peach lived between her mother's mansion and her castle, being  babysat by the royal advisor, Toadsworth.

-The Toadstools' descendance line is mostly matrilinear, therefore her mother was Peach's predecessor.

-Before  her birth, her parents planned to name her Madeline but changed their minds as soon as they saw her for the first time: her skin was delicate  as a peach, therefore they called her this way. Ironically, one of the  few sweets Peach doesn’t like are madeleines but since they are one of  Toadsworth's favourites she’ll gladly bake them for him.

-Peach is gifted with an extraordinary diplomatic ability. Shortly after the events of Super Mario Bros, with her father being unable to reign as   well, she became the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom. She does her best to maintain her big kingdom in peace and to strive for it as well, despite being subject to frequent kidnappings. She's also eager to travel all along the land to know her subjects' needs better and to improve their   conditions, making the Toads love her. She feels highly responsible for their happiness, leading her to overwork herself and neglect both her   own needs and her friends, getting stressed as a result. Mario, Daisy, Toad and Toadsworth often beg her to pause but are rarely listened to.

-Despite  being for the most time in a good and bubbly mood, when Peach is angry  or stressed she becomes nearly unapproachable: the Princess would show a  more impatient side and would act more spoiled. When she turns back to  normal, she feels bad about it and apologizes to everybody.

-Despite  being taught to defend herself, the Princess doesn't like to use   violence: she tries to use it as little as possible. The reasons behind this disdain are multiple: as well as being one of her principles, she's  a respected figure among her subjects, so Peach feels pressured to  maintain the peaceful image she’s known for. Many of her friends and  subjects often question the implications of this choice, since she's so  prone to being kidnapped.

-As a way to alleviate this  problem, Toadsworth formed a task force to defend her, which Perry  (still in his parasol form) also partakes in, but since it’s still at a  forming point, it didn’t have any concrete results yet.

-The  Mushroom Kingdom recently became a constitutional monarchy: this change  was encouraged by the Princess herself, for the aforementioned reasons.  She still remains the chief of the State and every choice disputed in  the Parliament has to be finally approved by her. In her absence  Toadsworth takes over her role, often acting as a symbolic figure.

-Mario, the biggest fan of her cuisine, suggested her to write a recipe book   and Peach found it a neat idea. At the moment she only wrote a few.   Besides sweets, Peach loves cooking vegetables, seafood but she struggles with meat. She also learnt from Mario’s parents Italian cuisine and enjoys it as well.

-Long after Super Mario Odyssey's  events, Mario became Peach's boyfriend, even though she didn't announce  it publicly. However, their relationship had become more obvious and  began to hook her subjects’ curiosity, to the point it became one of the  most discussed subjects on TV. An annoyed Princess Peach will often ask  to stop assuming her personal details.

-Peach and Pauline  have a formally good relationship: while the latter doesn't mind that  Peach is with her former boyfriend, they don't know each other well,  since New Donk City is located far from the Mushroom Kingdom. They had a  good impression of each other the few times they met.

-Peach  loves to play violin and formed a duet with her good friend Toadette at  the piano. They both like to exhibit in free concerts, sometimes along  Luigi at the oboe. Peach also has a good singing voice but she’s self  conscious about it. Her favourite genres are classical and pop but, to  everyone's surprise, she enjoys a few rock and metal tracks as well.

-Despite  Bowser Jr being now aware she's not his real mother, Peach still takes  care of him while being kidnapped. She actually considers it as a   distraction from the heavy atmosphere of Bowser’s castle. The Koopa   Prince considers her as an aunt of sort and loves to draw her some   portraits she keeps in her castle. She’s the only one, along with his   father, to support him in his hobbies.

-Peach knows that Bowser, despite being surrounded by his army and by the love of his son,  feels extremely lonely and so she also spends her time with him, trying  to convince the Koopa King he should stop kidnapping her and he should  treat other people more gently in order to find a partner. Unlike her  family and her subjects, Peach likes Bowser as a friend but she still  has a limit, so if he's particularly stubborn with keeping her in his castle, she does attempt to escape.

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🌼Princess Daisy 🌼

-Princess Daisy Spineros is the daughter of Emperor Rafael and Empress Iris of Sarasaland, as well as the youngest of five siblings. Thus, she grew up in a much more lenient way than Peach and even her older brothers. This  allowed her to develop a peppy and spunky personality. Her parents,   however, used to beg her to think about learning how to govern, but she didn’t listen to them.

-Daisy is a couple years younger  than Peach; they have known each other since they were little children.  At first they didn't like each other but they gradually became best  friends by enjoying taking strolls, playing sports together and having a  similar sense of humor. Both enjoy dad jokes.

-She now  lives in the Mushroom Kingdom as a way of maintaining diplomatic  relationships with the two kingdoms (and thus, to make her parents  finally happy), her actual purpose being to stay closer to her best  friends and to enjoy the much more different forms of entertainment that  the kingdom has to offer. Sometimes, however, she misses her homeland  and she comes back to Sarasaland to visit her family during her winter  months.

-Sarasaland's capital is located on an oasis of  Birabuto desert. The peculiar contrast between the sand, the eclectic  architecture and the unique wildlife thriving there allowed the place to  be a popular destination among tourists. Some species of flowers grow  only there and are highly requested as souvenirs. The kingdom’s demand  for their peculiar flowers is booming, so the inhabitants enriched the  city's suburbs with the iconic greenhouses, the biggest of which is  owned by the Royal Family and it used to be cared for by the princess  herself, who grew and learnt to love gardening there. Many people are concerned regarding the preservation of these flowers, but the Royal Gardens has enough of each species to prevent a their eventual extinction.

-Despite being passionate about floriculture, she doesn’t have much interest in  botany, mostly because she doesn't like reading at all and learns better  by practicing.

-Daisy loves, like Peach, shopping as both  share the love for pretty dresses. Daisy’s style, despite being more  similar to Mushroom Kingdom’s fashion, integrates Sarasalandian motives  as well. She would like to wear longer dresses, like Peach and Rosalina,  but she would continually stumble, as she’s more active than them.

-Besides  sports and gardening, she's also into manual work, especially jewelry:  her favourite gems are pearls and emeralds, which she loves to adorn   herself with. Sarasaland's royal women, however, do not wear crowns:   it's more typical of them to decorate their heads with the reign's   typical flowers or veils. Daisy crafted Peach and Rosalina's iconic   medallions as a sign of friendship.

-She also loves nail  art: despite being also good at decorating her non-dominant hand, she  loves to decorate Rosalina's hands with patterns. Despite being  fascinated about it, Peach is not a fan of long nails and simply coats  them pink, with a bit of disappointment from the other two princesses.

-The   Princess has a soft spot for Luigi and has more times expressed her   interest straightforwardly to him, even by commissioning statues of him,  but the green plumber was still oblivious of her. His brother and Daisy  share a friendly rivalry while playing games together.

-Waluigi  usually flirts with either her or Rosalina but he's bluntly rejected by  both of them. Bowser Jr also considers Daisy attractive but he's often  scolded by his father.

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✨ Princess Rosalina ✨

-It’s  unclear if Rosalina is related to Peach. Although she shares a   noticeable resemblance with her and even more so with Rosamunde, both   were skeptical at first. Peach later remembered her mother use to tell   her about the legend of a mysteriously disappeared princess, who lived   shortly after the Kingdom's foundation. They both consulted Toadstool’s family tree and actually found, along the third generation of the   sovereigns (who lived millennia prior to galaxy’s events), the name of   her brother alongside with an unnamed sister. Rosalina also mentioned to  be part of the royal family when she lived on earth, so Peach assumed they were remotely related. To debunk this theory, Rosalina states that  she actually witnessed the end and the rebirth of the universe multiple  times, therefore she would be born in another one, where Peach would  probably be born. Nonetheless Rosalina is still surprised that her family still rules the Mushroom Kingdom after all of these centuries.

-Millennia  prior, probablh in another universe, Rosalina’s brother, King Jules,   who was close to his sister, mourned her disappearance and honoured her by calling his daughter after her and by introducing Toadstool’s   matrilineal line. It’s unclear if that really happened or if it’s just a  legend.

-Rosalina hides a deep shyness behind her mature  face: she didn't interact with any other human for centuries, so she  feels extremely uneasy to talk with them. It took a while for Mario and  his friends to take her out of her shell and to get to know her playful  side. She still does struggle to recognize social contexts, thus she  sometimes acts more serious than she should do.

-Rosalina  allows herself to be more spontaneous with Lumas, but she has to care  for too many of them, so she asked the eldest ones to help her. However,  that’s still not enough: between the time spent with them and the  maintenance of the observatory, she ends the day being really tired.  Since many lumas wake her up to ask her help, she often doesn't sleep  enough and doesn't even have the energy to wash herself.

-She  spends all of her time in a nightgown: if she knows she has guests,   however, she gets tidy. Her friends still believe her dress is a unique piece but it's actually just a nightie put on her gown.

-Whenever  she has free time, she loves to write. During all of those years, she accomplished to write her entire library. Not being fully educated, her  grammar and orthography are bad (even for the time period she was born),  but Peach says her mind holds a wide imagination and her writing style  can have potential. When she visits the Mushroom Kingdom her friends  love to spend time in her library, and the Lumas greet them by preparing  some starbit scented tea or coffee.

-Recently, Rosalina  also bought a piano for occasions like these. The Lumas love it so much  that they play it nonstop, but Rosalina often locks the keyboard in  order to prevent it from breaking (and to try sleeping better).

-One  of Rosalina’s books is actually a compendium of each luma that she  actually met and cared for, stating their personality, the day they were  born, what they would like and, lastly, the day they become stars. When  alone, she would read this book to revive her memories about them.

-Lubba  is the only of the oldest Luma to not have been transformed yet. He   feels like his role is to help his adoptive mother to take care of the   youngest brothers. Polari acts in a similar way.

-Being  born millennia ago, her speech presents lots of archaisms and the Lumas  talk in similar ways. Even Peach and other educated people often ask her  to clarify her words.

-She can use her powers to predict  short term future, fluctuate and attract some objects nearby but most of  them are dedicated to maintaining the Comet Observatory in place since  some parts tend to detach from the main core due to its old age and  effects of gravity. Rosalina is trying to replace the old parts but  searching for the materials across the entire universe can take several  months. Her powers are not infinite, since she borrows some from the  closest star; since they previously were her children, she holds them in  high regard and would rather not profit after their generosity.

-Daisy  introduced Rosalina to astrology as a joke but the Sarasaland Princess  could not predict how much seriously she would have taken them. Worried  that she could not grasp this pattern of the universe, she started to  study it and lately used it as a tool to better know each Luma’s  personality. She would compile the natal charts of both the Lumas and  her friends. Needless to say, Daisy still laughs to this day about.

-She  loves sweets: the more the merrier! She would often visit earth just to  have a slice of Peach’s cake, which also reminds her of the one her  mother used to bake.

-Rosalina struggles to use electronic  devices: she finds them cryptic and she often forgets to bring the cell  phone Peach gave her as a gift.

[morkleemelon]

nct ideal types 2021 :: dream

127 version | this has been on my mind for a bit and I wanted to write it down- these will consist of confirmed facts and then my own thoughts. the latter part is, as it sounds, strictly from my opinion and observation and may well not be accurate. this is just for fun! proceed~

mark lee:

confirmed: likes someone with long black hair who is nice (on air nct show)

my thoughts:

he moved to korea to train when he was like 13 and has been busy as a bee ever since. I don’t know his life but I feel like he hasn’t really had the chance to date much if at all yet. this brings me to think he would prefer someone who can lead in the relationship

he grew up christian and seems to still hold those ideals. although if he really liked someone it wouldn’t be an issue, this makes me think he would be drawn to someone with similar ideals

he laughs a lot and gets along well with people who are funny (haechan, yuta, jungwoo). I think that he would like someone with a good sense of humor

he doesn’t spend money lavishly and prefers to use what he has (i.e. the jansport backpack, not having youtube premium, keeping all the gifts he receives in his bag). all of this points to him preferring someone modest and not wasteful

mark got jisung a bracelet that costs over $1000 for his birthday (what a good bro I’m cry). he likes songs like ‘I got you’ by Bazzi (mark superm quarantine playlist) which is about spoiling a girl. this all makes me think that although he is frugal for himself, he likes spoiling others and would like to spoil his significant other

From Japan official book vol 1, mark said he wasn’t sure what his ideal first date would be, but he answered that it would be to go to a restaurant and have a good meal because he likes eating. So someone who’s down for simple dates and perhaps also good at cooking (because our boy can’t even make an egg)

From the same magazine, he said he doesn’t care about fashion and would like his partner to “wear what she likes”. Doesn’t seem like he goes for style much!

huang renjun:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

I strongly feel like he would want to feel like the ‘man in the relationship’. he would want to feel protective over his partner and that’s why I think he would adore someone smaller than him

he’s full of chaotic rage energy (in the cutest way that would never actually hurt anybody). to balance out these vibes, renjun would match well with someone calm and sweet

looks-wise besides being a petite person, I can envision someone very cute, probably with shorter, un-dyed hair

renjun is into sci-fi movies and shows and confirmed he believes in aliens (weekly idol). I think he’d be drawn to someone with a big imagination who likes sci-fi as well

lee jeno:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

jeno is really really shy (when he met yeeun from clc to mc together, they said they couldn’t even talk at first because it was so awkward). I think jeno would like someone more outgoing but not overwhelming

I feel like his ideal type is literally like renjun- a little fiesty and literally, little. jeno has mentioned that he loves renjun’s voice too, so perhaps he would be interested in someone with a nice voice

he works out a lot and likes physical activities like biking and going to the gym. I think he’d like someone who values fitness and health too

he loves animals and has 3 cats of his own despite being allergic. because of this, I think he’d like a person who loves animals too

lee haechan:

confirmed: someone with a nice voice/ singing voice. someone with shorter hair

my thoughts:

he’s so extroverted and craves attention from whoever he’s around, and that wouldn’t be an exception for the person he likes. he’d want someone who looks up to him and gives him attention

he’s still really young and even enjoys movies like the kissing booth (I’m sorry I had to bring it up because I think it’s important). ignoring the actual bad parts of that movie, I think he’s interested in that young love, dancing together at the arcade, kissing in the rain, come over to his house in secret, type relationship

haechan seems to be especially close friends with foreign swaggers line (mark, johnny, jaehyun) so I’m thinking that perhaps he likes the western vibe

during oshiete Japan, he and Yuta were the only ones who chose to give three roses to a hypothetical ‘lover’ (they had to choose between 4 types of roses to give). the psychologist said that this means haechan is “flirty and attention-seeking” which makes a lot of sense. this adds to my point that he would like someone who gives him a lot of attention and good reactions

during a recent fansign (1/23?) OP asked “what are things girls do that makes you flattered?” to which he answered “when I did something wrong and get scolded, that scary look makes me flattered”. although it’s a bit awkwardly translated, this insinuates that he likes it when he gets scolded by a girl. *jaemin voice* sexayyy. thus, I’m adding that haechan likes a someone strong headed and not afraid to scold him

na jaemin:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

he has a sort of 180 personality where he’s either really energetic or prefers to be in the background. jeno says that jaemin hardly talks at the dorms after schedules because his social battery is dead. this is classic introvert behavior so I think he would vibe well with someone patient and calm

he’s the sweetest boy and he volunteers often for unicef and was even cast to sm while he was volunteering. he’d appreciate someone who shares similar values and likes helping others

I think he often doesn’t think or worry about himself. he goes out of his way to please others and help others and often disregards what he actually wants because of it (i.e. taking his shirt off at the dream show even though he was uncomfortable I’m so sad poor baby). he needs someone who is thoughtful and who reminds him when it’s time to stop and think of himself

looks-wise, I’m gonna be completely honest when I say I think he doesn’t go for looks. personality and morals are key

his favorite member of snsd is tiffany. he never confirmed if she was his ideal type, but perhaps he’s attracted to her bubbly, girly personality

zhong chenle:

confirmed: he’s only into girls (vlive)

my thoughts:

this may be a stretch, but in a live he was doing, chenle was talking about which member of wayv princesses was the prettiest. he said something along the lines of ‘ew they all looked weird’ but later admitted that kun was probably the only one who ‘looked okay’. kun was snow white which brings me to my first prediction which is that lele likes the classic chinese beauty (black hair, pale skin, elegant, gentle)

chenle loves winning and he loves to be praised. although his mbti shows that he’s an introvert, he would crave the full attention of his s/o. someone who looks only at him

during the from home live, he was asked to act out a scenario where he accidentally ate his girlfriend’s food. haechan (who was acting as the girlfriend) went “buy me 10 more” and chenle just went “okay :)”. ngl, kinda fell in love with him then but this makes me think he’d want someone to spoil

park jisung:

confirmed: likes it when people call him 오빠 (oppa) - take this how you will

my thoughts:

debuting at 14, I’m quite sure he hasn’t had the opportunity to have a relationship yet. this being said, he also seems quite innocent and shy which is why I think he would prefer someone who knows what they’re doing and isn’t afraid to speak their opinion

just from vibes, I think he would wanna be with someone like a best friend to him. someone who’s down to just hang out and talk, play video games and watch movies etc.

he’s quite tall (the tallest in dream) so I think he’d actually be ok with a tall person maybe even around the same height as him

maybe not a definite need, but I feel like he’d be impressed by someone who can dance well since dancing is such a big part of his life