#thank you for the ask 🫐

[soosoosoup]

Can we get more Baby Branch? Please? The serotonin is getting low

blueberry menace

[blueb3ryss]

This is random anon ⭐ !

askk of today : favorite cartoon ‼️

HIEE ANON ⭐ ! thankyou sm for your question <3

🫐 : i'd say i love Winx Club !!

Also from disney, there's Raya and the last dragon , Tangled , Moana , How to train your dragon , etc.

I also absolutely ADORE Ghibli with my whole heart. Some of my favourites would be Grave Of Fireflies , Arietty , Howl's Moving Castle and Princess Mononoke ! 🫶🏼

[cosmic-luka]

*crawling into your inbox* ....can I ask about them? 👉👈🥺

ABSOLUTELY OF COURSE I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM !!!!!

these r the girls, Charon on the left, Charlotte on the right !! yes they were first created on LilyDiary but that's the only colored image i have of them both at the moment so ... also the heights are not accurate Charon is MUCH shorter than Charlotte on account of her being 11 and her sister just being a freakishly tall 15 year old

Charon is very much a quiet gal, but with an attitude problem ... she's not very tolerant of most people because she doesn't really like talking, so most of her peers think she's looking down on them which is simply not true ... and as such (before she met a different oc Juliet) all she had was her sister, so they are very close ... she looks up to Charlotte a lot, and sees her as a perfect big sister <3

Charlotte on the other hand has absolutely no problem making friends ! she's quite outgoing and is always trying to get her little sister to be more social, but she also understands that Charon doesn't like talking very much, so it's mostly just taking her out all the time on "sister dates" so she can at least know how the world is. she loves her little sister very much and thinks she's just the cutest little thing, but she's also a very touchy-feely person in general and that just gets amplified with Charon ... Charon does not mind because she loves her sister and trusts that she wouldn't hurt her ... <3

the two of them are pretty much always together, but Charlotte isn't like, extremely possessive over Charon. well usually she is, she just also quite likes Charon's best (only) friend Juliet and likes watching the two of them together because Juliet is ALSO very touchy-feely but this post ain't about her so we'll leave that aside for now ...

all this to say that yes Charlotte is kissing her little sister and Charon is pretending to only tolerating it because she loves her while secretly loving her big sister's attention <3

[napping-sapphic]

Nono, I won't ignore that post, Especially not when you're as right as you are. Being The Reliable One is cool until you need help, which is where suddenly no one's cool with you. And it gets worse when you feel like you're crumbling like a sandcastle during high tide because, somehow, even less people are there for you. But if you're unavailable during their time of need then you're a bad person :)

can you tell I'm bitter about this

P.S. I relate to you and I'm sorry people are so stinky to you. May I offer you a Very Shaped strawberry in these trying times?

Ahh i’m sorry it was relatable to you! :( you definitely have it down pat there😪 It’s certainly not fun and it can really wear you down so i hope good things have been and will keep coming to you <3!!

As for me, I’m all okay! I usually just say to ignore my posts like that because they usually only occur when it’s late and i’m spiraling or upset for whatever reason😅 thank you very much for the sweet ask though! It made me smile! <3 promise there’s no need to ever worry about me :) <3

Also also!! A VERY good strawberry🥰🥰🥰

[veinssofglass]

helloooooooooooo

favorite baked good RN! GO!

i like muffins :p

- 🫐

heyo lil mayo, I think it would have to be a cookie, you can't go wrong with them :)

[choatic-bumblebee-agenda]

(abt the spamming lmao)

unhinged vibes (which i fully support) but- GIRL!!!!!! my dash is unusable!!! dgfsngshgsjghsj

i hope you experience a minor and most of all funny inconvenience of some kind in the next hour >:O (for my troubles)

SO IT WAS YOUR FAULT I GOT CALLED ON TO MAKE DINNER WHEN THERE'S NOTHING I DESPISE MORE THAN COOKING

AND IT WASN'T EVEN FUNNY SMH

[ttyls]

happy friday tt 🥺🫶🏻💕💕 do you have any plans for today? hehe you were dearly missed over the weekend, i hope u had super lots of fun on your hiking trip!! im going to pick berries (at a farm) next week ☺️✨️🫐 going outside and being near nature can be so good for you!!

happy late friday/saturday, sweet wonderful brandy!!!! hopefully you had fun yesterday and your weekend is going well 🫂🩵 i had a good friday hehe i went out for lunch with my sister! my lower body has made a full recovery from all the hiking and now i am stronger than ever 🫡🦾

today is a completely different story 😤🤧 i’m installing a rod support thingy in my closet (i’m taking a break from it right now hehehehe) bc i don’t want to wait 2 business weeks for my dad to do it 😮‍💨 so obviously, i’m also thinking about your ce characters diy home improvement headcanons 😌 i could use a curtis or frank rn 🙇🏻‍♀️

oooh berry picking sounds so fun!!!! i hope the weather will be perfect and that you have the most amazing time!! will it be one kind of berry or will the farm have many kinds you can pick? :-0 you’re so right, experiencing a soft breeze near nature is everything 😌✨

[amalthea-wolfwood]

👋👬😘 for an F/O of your choice?

I'll answer this one for Kurt !

1 👋 - Do you like to hold hands? What are their hands like?

Yes! Though it was a bit awkward to figure out a comfortable positioning for both of us at first since he has only three fingers and my s/i has paws lol

2 👬 - What kind of hugs do they give? (Do they lift you off your feet? Bear hug you? Softly cuddle you?)

Jump and tackle style hugs! Sometimes he might lift me and spin me around too but he mostly likes to jump into my arms and cling on like a koala

4 😘 - Do they kiss your hands, cheeks, forehead etc? What kind of not-on-the-lips kisses do they give most?

He's a hand kisser! Or nose!

[giggly-squiggily]

ohhhh i definitely feel ya on the low social battery thing. today was VERY tiring for me lol

here’s to being emotionally drained i guess :’D

(hope you feel at least a bit better soon!)

-🫐 anon

Heyo! Thank you for the kind words! I feel...better? Mostly?? This years been a roller coaster of emotions for me not gonna lie akrkeakreakrjek

But I'm doing better! I'm gonna get back to 100% eventually, so thank you really to everyone for having patience with me and my very, very delayed responses to asks and whatnot! 🙏💖

Have an amazing day friend!

[dee-writes-anime]

haii!! blue here! 🫐

a birdie told me that your requests are open yehehe (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

thinking about keigo x reader where they promised to marry each other while they were kids just to met again years later

or

keigo x reader where reader is a single parent from a little kid

thankyouu have a great day or night <3

- blue

Soaring Sons with Hawks

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY Meeting your son for the first time :) (request by blue)

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, single mom, toddler/elementary age kid, hawks being super soft and parental (??)

AUTHORS NOTE Thank you so much for the ask, blue!! I hope I did your thoughts justice with this single-mom reader fic. I apologize for the shorter writing, my boss decided to up my hours this week so I've been dying between classwork and that T-T

Keigo had faced impossible situations before—battling villains, saving lives, even surviving high-profile scandals that shook him to his core. But standing in front of your door, waiting to meet the most important person in your life, he felt a nervousness he hadn’t experienced in years.

His wings shifted restlessly behind him, feathers trembling with the weight of his nerves. You had told him to take things slow—Ren was shy, and this was a big step. But that wasn’t what gnawed at Keigo’s gut.

It was the fear of not being enough. Not for you, and certainly not for your son.

The door opened, and there you stood, framed by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, your smile gentle yet a little tentative. At your side, holding your hand, was Ren—small and quiet, his wide eyes staring up at Keigo with an innocent kind of wonder that made the hero’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, your fingers giving Ren’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come in, Keigo.”

“Hey,” Keigo echoed, his usual playful lilt softer now, more cautious. He stepped through the door, folding his wings close to avoid knocking into anything, but his gaze was completely focused on Ren.

He crouched down, making sure not to loom over the boy, trying to make himself as unthreatening as possible. Ren stayed tucked behind your leg, peeking out at him, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“So, you must be the little superhero I’ve been hearing all about,” Keigo said, his voice warm and gentle, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He kept his tone low, not wanting to overwhelm the boy.

Ren blinked, his grip on your hand still tight but loosening just a bit as his gaze flitted between Keigo and his wings.

“You have wings,” Ren whispered, his small voice breaking the silence. “Like a birdie.”

Keigo couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Slowly, he unfurled one of his wings, letting the feathers shimmer in the light as they shifted softly.

“Yeah, pretty cool, huh?” Keigo said, giving his wings a little flap to show them off. “Wanna touch ‘em?”

Ren hesitated, glancing up at you as if asking for permission. When you gave him an encouraging nod, he stepped forward, reaching out tentatively with his small hand to graze the edge of Keigo’s wing.

Keigo watched the boy’s expression carefully, seeing the awe and wonder spark behind Ren’s eyes as he marveled at the softness of the feathers. There was a quiet patience to Ren, a shyness that mirrored your own, and Keigo felt his heart swell with a tenderness he hadn’t expected.

“Do they help you fly?” Ren asked, his voice a little louder now, his initial nervousness starting to fade.

“They do,” Keigo replied, his eyes soft as he glanced between you and Ren. “And they’re also great for giving rides to special little guys like you.”

Ren’s eyes went wide, his mouth forming a small ‘O’ of surprise. “Really?”

Keigo chuckled, glancing at you for approval. You smiled at him, your eyes glowing with a quiet warmth that sent a surge of affection through him. He hadn’t seen you this relaxed in a while, and it made him want to protect this moment, to keep it safe.

“If it’s okay with your mom,” Keigo teased, looking back at Ren with a playful grin. “I could take you for a little flight. Just around the yard.”

Ren looked up at you with eager eyes, practically bouncing on his heels. You laughed softly, nodding your approval. “I think we can manage that.”

Keigo’s heart swelled with something warm and light, and he stood up, unfolding his wings fully as Ren watched in awe. He crouched down again, offering his back to the boy, who scrambled onto his shoulders with your help.

Once Ren was settled, his little arms wrapped securely around Keigo’s neck, the hero stood up slowly, making sure the boy felt safe and steady.

“You ready?” Keigo murmured, his voice gentle as he glanced over his shoulder at Ren, who nodded with wide-eyed excitement.

With a single powerful beat of his wings, they lifted off the ground, gliding into the sky in a smooth, gentle arc. Ren let out a squeal of pure delight, his laughter bubbling up as they soared above the yard, the wind rushing around them.

Keigo’s heart soared along with them. He felt Ren’s tiny arms tighten around his neck, the boy’s joy infectious as they floated higher, and in that moment, everything else melted away. The worries, the doubts, the fear of not being enough—it all faded as he listened to Ren’s laughter echoing in the sky.

When they landed softly back on the ground, Ren was still giggling, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He slid off Keigo’s back and ran to you, his eyes bright and full of wonder.

“Mom! Did you see that? I was flying!” Ren exclaimed, his face lighting up as he looked between you and Keigo.

You laughed, crouching down to wrap your arms around your son, your smile radiant. “I saw, baby. You were so brave.”

Keigo watched the two of you with a soft smile, his heart full in a way it hadn’t been in years. Ren was still bouncing with excitement, telling you all about his little flight as you listened with a mother’s quiet pride.

And as Keigo stood there, watching you and Ren, he felt something settle deep in his chest. He wasn’t just some outsider, hovering at the edges of your life anymore. In this moment, he felt like he belonged—with both of you.

He hadn’t just met your son today. He had found a place where he was more than a hero. He was someone who could be part of your world, part of Ren’s world, and for the first time in a long while, Keigo felt at peace.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Could you pls do nsfw headcanons for toman division captain & vice captain with a short curvy reader.

💦

Toman Captains + VCs x Short!Curvy!Reader

♡ NSFW, Fem reader, reader is around 5'4 for reference, reader is busty, reader has hips wider than her waist, reader has thick thighs, biting, size kink, breeding, ass slapping, just average smut ♡

Captains: Baji, Mitsuya, Pah-Chin, Nahoya, Mucho

Vice Captains: Chifuyu, Hakkai, Peh-yan, Souya, Sanzu

note: thank you for requesting anon 🩷 I wasn't sure if you wanted Takemichi or Baji as the first division captain, so I just chose Baji. If you want some headcanons for Takemichi just let me know 🫶

note 2: shout-out to all my short followers, I'd grab stuff from the highest shelf for y'all 😚

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Baji

🔥 Bites you all day everyday (he calls it love biting)

🔥 Especially likes to bite your thighs

🔥 He can take your bra off with his teeth

🔥 Grips your thighs when he eats you so you can't squirm away from him

Chifuyu

🩵 Your body is a temple and his preferred place of worship is in between your legs

🩵 Gets hard when he sees you wearing a form fitting dress for the first time, it's like a life changing experience for him

🩵 Takes photos of you just so he can jerk off to them later

🩵 Always grabbing on your tits when he fucks you

Mitsuya

🪻 He bases designs he makes on your figure

🪻 Asks you to model clothes for him and he always ends up taking them off of you as soon as you walk through the door

🪻 Soft and sweet during sex, praises and compliments you every five seconds

🪻 Kisses your tummy and hips when he eats you out

Hakkai

🫐 Likes to eat you out because he doesn't have to make eye contact with you (poor nervous baby)

🫐 He'd be really unsure of himself during sex, but as soon as you start whining for him to go faster he's on cloud nine

🫐 Likes when you ride his thigh and when you're on top of him in general

🫐 He's absolutely submissive and prefers to let you take the lead

Pah-Chin

☁️ Always has his hands on your hips, especially during sex

☁️ Likes when you wear his jacket while you fuck, it fits you perfectly and he just thinks you look so cute in it

☁️ He loves fingering you, he gets a great view of your body

☁️ Kisses you on your thighs and clit while he's fingering you

Peh-yan

🤍 He has crazy stamina and always tires you out

🤍 Asks you to wear tight clothing when you go out on dates (he always ends up taking you to a secluded spot to fuck)

🤍 Let's you ride him but he'll be gripping your hips and controlling your pace the whole time

🤍 Has his face buried in your tits the whole time you're riding him

Nahoya

🪷 He's a pro ass slapper and makes sure to slap your ass every time you walk pass him (leaves handprints on your ass too)

🪷 69 (no rapper) is his favorite position, he gets to eat you out, your ass is in his face, and he gets his dick sucked. It's a win-win-win

🪷 Likes your ass tooted up and your face down (y'all know what song I'm referencing?)

🪷 Moans when you grab his hair during sex

Souya

💠 Likes to lay his head on your thighs (preferably while you're jerking him off)

💠 Prefers to be on top because he'll cum quick if you're riding him

💠 Gets overstimulated really easily but he won't say anything because he doesn't want to stop fucking you

💠 Loves when you sit on his face and run your fingers through his hair while he eats you out

Mucho

🎀 Enjoys the height difference between you two and uses it to his advantage

🎀 He'll hold you and fuck you while he's standing

🎀 Loves fucking you against walls

🎀 Knows you can barely handle his dick and loves seeing you whine about how big he is

Sanzu

🌸 Teases you about your height during sex (he'll call you short-stack while he's balls deep inside you)

🌸 Likes when you ride him because he gets to hold you close to him

🌸 Loves to cum inside you, always tells you he's gonna get you pregnant while you're fucking

🌸 Lays on your chest and kisses your tits after sex

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel , @i-literally-cant-with-this , @trevengersprincess , @happy-trenchcoated-impala , @giugiette , @katkitkats

[blueb3ryss]

beep beep boop

connecting...

hii this is :3 anon reporting for duty

question of the day !! who's your favorite idol? :3

OHMYGOD HIIEE :3 ANON !! i see my manifests have finally worked shjsjks 😭🫶🏼

thank you for your question ! i'll admit it's quite hard to pick one out of all these absolutely amazing idols , but i do have quite a few faves :p

🫐 : yunjin from le sserafim , soyeon from gidle , yiren from everglow , niki from enhypen , jhope from bts , julie from kiof & many many more !

[nayedoll]

Joost request where it’s there meetcute and reader is a tattoo artist and she’s tatting him up and he’s trying to flirt within the small talking without trying to embarrass himself and she finds it cute, idk just an idea, change whatever you like

like a tattoo; part 1

joost klein x reader

read part 2 here 🫐

a/n: pretend that joost has a “t’ komt goed” tattoo for the sake of this.

word count: 1.5k ☁️

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A light drizzle was falling as Joost quickly got off the bus and picked up his pace so as to avoid being late. His earphones hung from his ears as he reached the tattoo studio, catching his breath for a moment and fixing his hood before opening the glass door to the building.

The place was relatively small, though beautifully decorated with plants and low lighting. Joost looked around confused, noticing how there was no one there as he took a seat on the couch.

“Hallo?” he yelled out but got no response, the jazz music coming from the record player filling the silence of the rather empty room. His phone rang in his pocket and he picked it up, relieved to see that it was his tattoo artist, Alex, calling.

The call was brief as the man on the other line apologized for not being able to make it to the appointment and explained that a friend of his would substitute for him. Joost was skeptical, expressing his fear of trusting a complete stranger to ink his skin for life but his friend was quick to calm him down.

“Don’t worry man, she’s really good. She might be even better than me,” he laughed and that helped Joost relax a bit. “She’s also really pretty. And into blondes. This could be your lucky day, Klein.”

“You think?” Joost joked around some more before hanging up. As he did so, a door that he hadn’t noticed, opened and you came out smiling at him.

“Oh hi! Have you been waiting for a while?” you asked him, internally cursing yourself for losing track of time. Joost stayed silent for a second, taking in the sight of you. His friend wasn’t lying, you were beautiful and that caught him off guard.

“No, no I haven’t,” he replied, nervously averting his gaze from you, “I just got here, actually,” he added, smiling.

“Good, so should we start?” you suggested motioning for him to come inside the room. He got closer, your height difference becoming more noticeable with each step and extended his hand for a handshake.

“I’m Joost by the way,” he said and you scoffed, shaking hands with him.

“I know who you are,” you looked up at him as he puckered his lips fighting back a smile and nodded. His cold hand lingered on yours before you pulled away and headed inside the room.

Joost quickly followed you, taking a seat at the big black chair surrounded by plants and some posters on the wall. The room carried the smell of vanilla and citruses which he assumed was from your perfume.

“Soooo are you gonna tell me your name?” Joost furrowed his brows and looked at you while you were preparing the equipment, admiring how cute you looked when focused. You smiled, still not looking at him and gave him your name. “I like that name,” he said with an awkward laugh, “it’s pretty.”

You thanked him, laughing quietly to yourself. You had been to a few of Joost’s concerts before, from which you had formed the impression that he was more of the flirty and cocky type. However, his awkwardness —which you found cute nonetheless—proved you wrong a thousand times.

You turned your back to him for an instant to grab something from the cluttered shelves behind you. Joost took the opportunity to check himself in the mirror next to him, slightly fixing his hair and chunky glasses. He then quickly turned to you again as you walked up to him, grinning softly.

You put your hair in a ponytail, revealing your neck to him and he gazed at the little heart tattoo behind your ear. “Cute tattoo,” he remarked, pointing at the area behind your ear, then asking if you had more tattoos. You smiled, always excited to show them off.

“Here,” you pulled your sleeves up and got closer to Joost, showing him your fingers that were inked with various little tattoos. Joost lightly grabbed your hand to examine every inch of your tattooed digits, caressing them with his thumb every now and then.

“I have some on my fingers too,” he grinned as he lifted his right hand, showcasing the numbers tattooed separately on four of his fingers.

“Shit, you’re born in 1983?” you said shocked, initially expecting him to be around your age. “No, no, no,” he repeated, laughing and shaking his head. You nodded, feeling a strange relief at his denial.

“1997.” he smiled.

“We’re the same age.” you noted, watching as he raised his eyebrows.

“Lucky me,” he said with a cute laugh. You rolled your eyes, a big smile beaming on your face.

“Any more tattoos you wanna show me?” he suggested, changing the subject.

“Let’s get done with your tattoo first and then you can see mine all you want.” you responded, your words sounding flirtier than you intended them to be.

“Alright, alright.” he playfully put his hands up, getting another laugh out of you.

Joost gazed at you, charmed by your presence alone. This moment felt like heaven to him, your smile as pleasant as the warm sun on an early morning. He could swear he had never seen another girl as pretty as you, already mourning the moment he would have to leave and say goodbye.

“Where do you want the tattoo again?” you asked him, breaking his intense stare. He pulled the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearm adorned by numerous tattoos and little blonde hairs. “Here,” he pointed at the side of his forearm near his wrist. You nodded and gently grabbed his hand, cleaning the area with some rubbing alcohol.

You didn’t talk much for the next hour, seeing as you were too focused on perfecting his tattoo. Joost didn’t mind as he got to study your face, noticing the way your lips slightly parted while concentrating or how you tightened your grip on his hand as you held it down in place. You caught him staring a few times to which he responded by smiling softly, the pinkish blush on his cheeks becoming more visible each time.

“Aaaand we’re done” you backed away, carefully looking at Joost to see his reaction. His face lit up at the sight of the tattooed phrase on his hand, ‘t komt goed.

“Do you like it?” you asked, biting your lip anxiously.

“Are you kidding? It’s perfect,” Joost scoffed. “You’re really good.” he praised you.

“It was an easy one,” you humbly stated, rolling your eyes as a form of sarcasm which earned a cute laugh from him.

“Maybe next time I’ll challenge you with a harder one,” Joost replied and you raised your eyebrows at him. Next time? you thought, feeling a jolt of excitement in your stomach at the impression that he’d be coming back.

“Who said I’ll do your tattoo next time?” you joked as you enveloped the tattoo with a plastic wrap, your warm touch making Joost’s heart pound faster than ever.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure of it. You’re better company than Alex,” he chuckled as you furrowed your brows, turning to face him briefly.

“You think?” you asked, he nodded with a sweet expression, his stare painting your cheeks with a discreet blush.

Some minutes passed, in which Joost waited for you to finish putting everything in its place like you were tasked to do, seeing as his appointment was the last one of the day. The closeness between you grew stronger by the minute, what started as a random encounter slowly turning into a precious friendship—or more.

“We should hang out normally, you know, without a tattoo getting in the way,” Joost said, nervously playing with his hair as he walked with you to the bus stop. The weather was sultry with raindrops drizzling over you, in classic Amsterdam fashion.

“I agree,” you looked at him, watching as a shy but satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth. The dim street lights highlighted his face angles perfectly and you couldn’t help but stare as he talked about his interests with so much excitement.

“Ladies first,” he stepped to the side, urging you to get in the bus first. You scoffed, hurried in and Joost followed with a sly smile. You rested your hand against the metallic bar of the bus since it was too crowded to sit. Joost slightly towered over you, leaning against the window to stabilize himself. His fingers lightly brushed against yours as he touched his hand on the bar as well, sending a rush of electricity through you.

“Where do you live?” he asked and quickly shook his head, “That didn’t sound creepy at all”. You laughed, answering his question.

“That’s a pity,” he replied, “I have to get off at the next stop.” You made a sad face, a tiny pout forming on your lips. Neither of you wanted the night to end, feeling like you had hardly gotten to know each other in those three hours.

“Give me your phone” you said and he handed you his phone with curious eyes. You saved your phone number in his contacts before giving him the phone back with a satisfied expression. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure will.” Joost responded as he hesitantly got off the bus and you waved at him shyly. You gazed out the window, smiling every now and then as you recalled the past evening with Joost. You didn’t exactly know where this was going but you were excited to find out.

[artdcnaldson]

thinking about pre engagement art at his first olympics. you’re doing coverage for a mag back home on some player from your hometown. but art. beautiful fucking art who you run into the morning of your first day and who you convince to come to your hotel so he can get away from the rickety little twin beds at the village. butter him up with a drink. only one, won’t hurt his game. you talk and talk you god you wish your story could be about him instead. and he stays the night in the hotel with you and is gone when you wake up but he’s left an official statement on his wonderful teammate, hometown guy, for your story that will make your boss happy. when you get home after your story star gets knocked in the round of 16 there’s flowers and your hotel has been paid off until the final. he wants to go to dinner after he wins gold and take polaroids of you w nothing but his medal on.

if u have room for 🫐 anon, i will keep homeostasis w my zweiginator emoji anon

Omg hi sorry I sat on this so long <333 RAHHHH pre engagement pretty angel curls art playing tennis at the Olympics makes me feel SO CRAZY

EEEEEP using your press pass to get access to all of his matches, even though you really should get home. Art’s dominating the court— effortless and beautiful. You’re there when he wins the gold medal match against an older, seasoned player, and he’s so gracious to the player’s face, to the press.

“It was a tough match,” he says into a microphone as you stand close by, thankful for the press badge around your neck. “I’m just lucky to get the chance to play with one of the greats.”

He smiles, charming and victorious when they take photos of him with his medal. The American flag in the background and him, the spitting image of homegrown, good old fashioned athletic talent.

The dinner is nice, fancier than you’re used to on a journalist’s budget. He’s just got a new sponsorship with Nike, so they pay for a lot. He buys a nice bottle of wine and bashfully admits he doesn’t know a lot about what makes it nice, other than the price tag. It’s charming, it’s sweet.

Sitting across from him at the table, you know he’s got less than innocent intentions for the night. Just three days ago, he had you sinking down on his cock, riding him hard and fast and crying out his name like it was a form of worship.

“Do you want to see the medal?” He asks once you’ve finished dessert.

You forget the question by the time you’re in his room in the Olympic village, when he’s mouth is on yours and his hands are ripping at your clothes. The bed is soft, plush beneath you as he drops you onto it, laid bare and wanting. You part your legs invitingly, wordlessly begging for him to strip off the rest of his clothes and bury himself inside of you.

You’d even let him do it raw— a present for his gold medal win.

But he disappears, digging in his suitcase until he retrieves the medal from within. Orange and red ribbon and a big gold medal at the center. Before you can say anything, he’s slipped it around your neck, so the gold is nestled between your breasts.

“Pretty,” he muses, fingers circling the cold medal where it rests. “Can I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly. He could’ve suggested anything, really, and you would’ve said yes. He was just so beautiful, so charming. You wanted to please him more than anything.

He pulls out a digital camera and powers it on. It whirrs softly as he zooms in, then snaps a photo of the medal resting between your tits. “Pose for me,” he says, but he has another idea already. His hands move up, sliding from your hip, up your abdomen, until it cups your breast in one large palm. He snaps another photo, smiling behind the camera.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he muses. He nudges your thighs apart and toys with your clit, just on the good side of teasing. Slow, insistent circles that make you grow even wetter, even needier. He zooms out, takes a full body shot (because he’ll die before he forgets this pussy) and tosses the camera to the side.

He hikes your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your thighs— mouthing hungrily at your cunt. His tongue laves over your center, lapping at the wetness that had been steadily leaking from your cunt since dinner. He moans against you, as he nuzzles his nose against your clit to get closer and closer. “Taste so good—“ his words are mostly muffled against you, as he licks and sucks on your pussy, face shiny with slick and spit.

You cum easily, your body responding to his touches so openly. Like it’s his toy to use. He smiles up at you as you pant and tremble, cunt fluttering with aftershocks. He kisses your thigh gently, reverently.

It’s not long before he’s sinking into you. Your pussy so soft and warm and wet for him, sucking him in, aching for something to fill that empty spot inside. You whine and gasp as he nudges against your cervix, buried deep, finding home there.

“That’s it,” he hums as you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Pull me in deeper. Just like that.”

His pace is slow, his thrusts deep. You feel so close to him as he boxes you in, arms on either side of your head, fucking you like he’s making love. When he leans down and kisses you, it feels like heaven, which seems appropriate for a boy who looks like an angel.

[koolades-world]

Thank u for writing my request, I rlly liked it :)

Can I req one more?

MC who sings a lot, like to pass time when they’re doing something/when they’re happy/to comfort themself when they’re anxious/sad.

And then, (if you’re comfortable writing this) they have a bit of a depression episode, and they stop singing for weeks/months. What would the 7 brothers do? And/or how would they react when MC starts singing again?

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hi again! great to see you :)

enjoy <3

Singer Mc who starts singing again after a depressive episode

Lucifer

music has always been something he treasured and enjoyed

so when you came into his life, he knew the two of you would get along quite well

during the period where you weren't singing, he still kept music in your life and made sure to be the comforting presence he knew you needed

when you sing for the first time again, he's happy that you're feeling better again and you're doing what you love

Mammon

he initially found your singing habit a little odd, and was always asking questions about what song you were singing and why

soon he learnt it was just you, and he wouldn't have it any other way

he found himself humming the tunes you'd sung around him, and it made him smile every time he realized he was doing it

throughout your episode, he sung to you everyday, so if you weren't feeling up to it, you could still enjoy it

Levi

he understands your habit of singing, since he himself has many habits of self soothing and such

he wasn't sure he'd ever grow used to it, and he told himself he didn't have to since you'd only be in the same house as him for a year

but, he grew to love your voice and it was something he preferred any day over the sound of silence

when you finally start to sing again, he realizes how grateful he is for you, and goes to seek you out to tell you his feelings

Satan

he always thought you were something right out of a movie with the way you sang

a disney princess, if you will, and he loved that little habit of yours

the first time he hears you sing again, he feel a sense of comfort creep over him that he hadn't even realized he'd been missing

he's quick to follow the sound of your voice and embrace you like he'd never before

Asmo

he's easily the first to fall in love with your voice out of the brothers

just something about it is so enchanting and every time he hears a song he's heard you sing, he thinks of you

he will always be there when you need him, and did his best to keep your spirits up

hearing you voice again was like a breath of fresh air to him and made sure his evening was free to spend time with you some more

Beel

whenever you sang, he couldn't help but be reminded of his time up in the celestial realm

from time to time, he'd take you down a trip on memory lane and he appreciates you for taking that time with him

when you start to sing again, he's so happy for you and that you're feeling better

he takes a quick trip to the store to buy all of your favorite snacks to gift to you, just as he had been throughout your episode <3

Belphie

when he was locked up in the attic, he would always hear your voice and found it comforting despite the fact that it was coming from a human

during your episode, he was by your side every day, making sure you ate and drank, and was practically glued to your side

he was asleep the first time you sang again, but it woke him up

a warm smile spread across his face upon the realization he'd made, but he laid there for a little while longer just so he could enjoy your voice before he interrupted you

[ashurzs]

cat and dog cuddle session when….plus thigh fucking- WOAH WHO SAID THAT

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YO WHO WROTE THIS WHAT *looks around*

gn reader, but made w the thought of male reader ofc <3

omg sub top cat real

it was 12:34 am on a lazy friday night. minjun had his arms wrapped around you while you were on your phone, mindlessly switching between watching youtube videos and replying to the two people who were also up with you.

“y/n.. puppy, you’re still awake.?” you hear a groggy voice, one you’re too familiar of. “oh, did i wake you up.? sorry..” you felt bad, but he instantly shushes you. he claims it wasn’t your fault and that he had just woken up by himself.

“it’s so cold..” he whines, yet his sleepy voice is still very much apparent. a shiver goes down your spine when he sneaks his cold hands under the shirt you were wearing, tracing shapes on your cute tummy.

he giggles when you shiver, kissing the top of your forehead to make up for the shock. “warm me upp” he’s so whiny.. it’s different from his naturally more stoic demeanor. but hey, you aren’t complaining!

“please..?” he whines and nuzzles his face into you, pulling you closer to him somehow. you didn’t even think that was possible.

your attention is split now, from the youtube video and his subtle grinding against your ass. “i’m asking nicely aren’t i..?” he yawns and kisses your neck, his hand still palming your stomach happily. “wait.. you’re barely awake.. what if you don’t wanna-“

“i’m pleading sweetheart, we don’t even have to go far.. jus lemme use your thighs?” he suggests, the lips on your neck turning into a pouty one. you swear he’d be the death of you with how easy you give into him.

when you push yourself away slightly to take your pajama pants off, he let out a happy sigh and lowered his sweats down. jus enough to let his cock out.

when you snuggle back into your previous position of putting your back on his stomach with his hand on your stomach, he kisses your cheek sweetly. “thank you so much dear..”

he continues to whisper his thank you’s, whimpering softly when he finally pushes his cock in between your warm thighs. a soft moan comes out of you as well once he thrusts in.. and out, in and out.

“jun..” “h-huh?” “does it feel.. good?” you ask softly, hoping that this was what he had wanted..

you hear a gulp, cute, before another whine. “mhm.. really good..”

“warming me up really nicely..” he says with a chuckle before closing his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock dragging against your plush thighs. something he could get addicted to honestly.