#princess returning pearl

[huanzhuyulu]

While procrastinating on fic writing, as one does, I stumbled on this short but hilarious recap of HZGG2, which led me to more hilarious recaps of HZGG1 that you should read if you want a laugh: here

Some choice excerpts that made me laugh, mostly for the ON POINT observations on Er Kang’s drama queen tendencies:

Now, all the hiking and mountain climbing is too much for Ziwei after a while, so she gives up halfway and tells Xiaoyanzi to go ahead without her because she is just slowing them down.

By the way, those dangling hairs on either side of Ziwei’s head — not a good look. In fact, maybe that’s what’s slowing her down.

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The Fu family gather again to decide what to do. For a head guard and an older brother, Er’kang is pretty hot-headed. He considers taking the matter to light without much reservation. Er’tai has a better idea, why don’t they bring the Yongqi (5th Prince) here and tell him the truth? The chance of people getting beheaded is lower that way.

--  

Yongqi and Er’tai come to see Xiaoyanzi again; this time, she admits to lying to the emperor.

Yongqi is like, OH MY GOD What were you thinking? Pack your thing, we’re getting you outta here.

And Er’tai is like, how are we gonna explain to people if they find a princess missing, calm the freak down, you two.

Xiaoyanzi wonders in tears whether the emperor would really execute her if he found out the truth.

YONGQI & ER’TAI: *nod in unison* Yep, girl, he would.

  --

Ziwei is shocked to learn NOW that Xiaoyanzi was shot by an arrow and mortally wounded. She breaks into tears and asks why no one bothered to tell her.

YONGQI: Really? You didn’t know?

ER’TAI: I thought Er’kang told you.

ER’KANG: I thought Er’tai told you.

Yep, so Ziwei beat herself up with worry and torment about Xiaoyanzi for days because these guys forgot to give her the one crucial piece of information in this mystery. By the way, I can understand why Er’tai thought Er’kang already told her, but why would Er’kang think that Er’tai told Ziwei anything at all? When has Er’tai ever hung out with Ziwei?

  --

But even with his panicky earnest confession, Ziwei still says no. Er’kang is a nobleman, and he is not free to arrange his own marriage. It doesn’t matter if he likes her. I’ve got to say that for a fragile and sheltered girl with little life experience, Ziwei is incredibly clear-headed, a lot more than the guys and Xiaoyanzi combined.

  --

He storms away and to Xiaoyanzi, who is throwing a tantrum. She’s angry and still in shock that the emperor could be that scary. After some explanation and feeble reprimanding, the emperor throws in the towel and says Xiaoyanzi can quit her manners classes. This must be his first attempt at any kind of parenting at all. Although, if the teacher is Nanny Rong, I’d say having no education is better.

  --

By the way, I should point out that whenever Ziwei and Erkang talk, above is their favorite position: Ziwei standing in the front looking like someone is dying and Er’kang in the back ready to unleash some passionate declaration no one is ready for.

  --

Er’kang says he is willing to leave everything and run away with her. Ziwei turns that down, saying that it would be irresponsible. Maybe men who abandon duty for romance turn her off. She is her mother’s daughter, after all.

--

When Ziwei is sure she has got the emperor hooked, she throws out one of the things her mother used to say: My mother spent all her life waiting for something that never happened, but she was grateful for it nonetheless; without it, her life would have been meaningless.

EMPEROR: *Why do orphan girls whose moms died tragically keep finding me?*

--

Xiaoyanzi takes this chance to bash unfaithful men. And the emperor is like, yeah yeah you’re still mad about your mom, I said I’m sorry already, what else do you want from me, kid?

--

The emperor adds that since Xiaoyanzi likes the Fu family so much, he can let her have Er’kang. Xiaoyanzi trips and falls at this, and I’m pretty sure Er’kang’s soul gets sucked out of his body for a second.

--

At night, they watch the emperor and Ziwei play chess, which, I guess, is the equivalence of Netflix at this time.

--

Xiaoyanzi still prioritizes shouting at Yongqi and Yongqi kisses her to shut her up. She pushes him aside and hops away. That is the most hilarious attempt to be romantic I’ve ever seen from a male lead. The whole thing is so funny I can’t even fault Yongqi for jumping in like that.

--

The next day, Er’kang is bitter about the fact that the emperor has been tending to Ziwei. You see, he thinks it should be him who sits next to Ziwei right now. Er’kang is like that one drama viewer who refuses to accept that this is a lot more than a romance.

#还珠格格 #huan zhu ge ge #hzgg #cdrama #princess pearl #princess returning pearl

[linggluu]

pov: you and the girls tryna catch a glimpse of the new princess in town

#huan zhu ge ge #hzgg #princess pearl #returning pearl princess #cdrama #还珠格格 #赵薇 #范冰冰 #林心如 #zhao wei #vicki zhao #fan bing bing #ruby lin #my gif

[katlimeart]

Made in 2017 + 2018

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Mario girls cosplaying as characters from film

1 - 3. Mina Harker (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - requested by moon-shadow-1985

4 + 5. Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl) - requested by roseprincessmitia

6. Angelica (Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides) - requested by roseprincessmitia

7. Carina Symth (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales) - requested by roseprincessmitia

8. Casey (Return of the Living Dead) - requested by marcusperez824

9. Tina (Return of the Living Dead) - requested by marcusperez824

10. Trash (Return of the Living Dead) - requested by marcusperez824

#request art #the league of extraordinary gentlemen #mina harker #pirates of the caribbean #elizabeth swann #carina smyth #curse of the black pearl #dead men tell no tales #on stranger tides #angelica #return of the living dead #casey #tina #trash #rosalina #princess peach #peach #princess daisy #daisy

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Alastor x fem! reader

Background: (Y/N) is the elder Morningstar, and wants to fix her relationship with her dad. But her dad hates her boyfriend.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Finale

Allusions to sex, actual sex, angel being angel, and cannibalism

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Angel spit out his drink, "You're with Alastor?!"

"Yeah, thoughts?"

"And prayers, girl," Angel could never imagine a sweet girl like (Y/N) getting it on with the Radio Demon himself.

But everyone has their kinks, he supposed.

Alastor manifested behind her, and she immediately felt his presence. Pressing herself against him, he leaned into her warmth and kept his arms around her shoulders.

"How was your day, mon amour?"

"It'll be even better," She trailed off, turning around to face him, "when we meet my dad for dinner."

Silence.

And not even radio silence.

"Not to be rash, but I'm sure your father would sooner see my head on a pike than on my body," Alastor adored the fact that she was mending their bond, even more so when Lucifer makes the effort.

But announcing their relationship to him?

He could see it ending in flames.

"I know you two don't get along, but I thought a nice dinner might smooth things over."

"And if he disapproves of us?" He lifted her head upwards with his finger, bemused as to what her answer may be.

"Then he'll have to get used to it," (Y/N) replied, sending a shiver of excitement up his spine.

Only a feeling that the she-devil he was utterly obsessed with could provide.

"Ugh, can you guys go fuck somewhere else?" Angel said, "or at all? I can't imagine going a lifetime without dick."

Alastors eye twitch, "now that's our business, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay," Charlie spoke up, "you guys go get ready."

Charlie couldn't help but notice the change in Alastor. It had only been a few months, but being in her sisters presence alone has made him kind. Sure, the both of them would skin someone alive over an insult, but Alastor would rip out his own eyes if (Y/N) asked.

A perfect match.

(Y/N) dawned a black dress with a pearl necklace that Alastor bought for her. Well, she thinks he bought it but he actually stole it off of a fresh kill.

How sweet.

"Pumpkin! Oh look at you! You're as radiant as ever!" Lucifer fawned over his daughter as they made it to the restaurant, making it a point to ignore the red demon behind her.

"Catching strays?" Lucifer gestured to him.

"Lovely to see you again," Alastor retorted.

"Dad, why don't we go inside? And Alastor will be joining us," now, Lucifer didn't forget what he said. He recognized that the fearsome deer demon had the intention of claiming Princess (Y/N) as his own, but did his daughter return such feelings?

Honestly, Lucifer feared that.

Not it being Alastor persay, but his little girls being hurt.

He knew how awful it felt to go through the divorce with Lilith, and then her disappearance.

He didn't ever want his daughters to feel that way.

"So, Alastor, what do you do again?"

"I have a radio broadcast. Your daughter has actually helped me repair the studio after the attack," He laid his land on hers.

And Lucifer picked up Alastors hand.

And placed it away from hers.

"Uh, dad-"

"Look, if you two are fucking, don't tell me."

"Dad!" Her face burned red, "we aren't-that's not. . .I love Alastor, and he loves me. I want you to accept us both."

"Love? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Pumpkin, I don't think-"

"I'm not a little kid," She interrupted, "I'm a grown woman, and I'm able to make my own decisions. I want to be with Alastor because I love him. You may not think I know what love is, but I know it's what I feel with Alastor."

That's when he saw it.

That look.

Whilst (Y/N) was defending herself, defending their love, Alastor looked at her. Only her. And it was like he was staring at the nebula itself, seeing all its beauty in the Heir of Hell. His smile faltered, closing his mouth, and his eyes softened.

It's the same look that he used to give Lilith.

"If I ever hear that you've made her cry, or even laid a single hand upon her," Lucifer stared him down, "I'll make you disappear."

"A man true to his word. Looks like we have something in common," Alastor agreed, his hand back on hers. She gave him a smile, one that reminded him of Lilith.

The rest of dinner went off without any incidents. The small jab here and there, but no one died, and no one was stabbed. Lucifer learned more about his daughters business and how she lit up talking about it.

"You hardly ate, Alastor. Is something wrong?" (Y/N) asked when her father went to the restroom.

"Oh no, my dear. Just hungry for something else, is all," His eyes raked up her form, earning a cough from the she-devil.

Honestly, she didn't know where he was on his spectrum. She was fine never even being intimate, so long as he was happy, but this spark in his eyes lit a fire within her.

"O-oh. . .are you sure?" Believe it or not, (Y/N) had only had sex twice and both times she'd call it lackluster.

"I don't want you to force yourself if you don't want to," oh how innocent she was. Honestly, Alastor assumed he was aroace before he met the she-devil. Her ferocity - her chaos in fights, her genuine kindness, and her soul - itself brought out that spark.

There are moments where the carnal desire needs to be satisfied.

"Mon cher, I'd never ask if I didn't mean it."

That look, it made her softly gasp.

"Alast-"

"Ew."

Right.

Lucifer.

He showed up from his restroom break and found the pair giving eachother "fuck me" eyes.

"Could I eat my dinner without you groping my child?" Lucifer hissed, despite Alastor only touching her hand.

He blinked, thinking how he's never even groped a woman.

"Maybe."

Sick bastard.

_ _ _ ☆ _ _ _

"Fuck! Alastor!"

(Y/N) had never cum before, so Alastor being her first to ever do so and smiling away at her quivering legs made it so much better.

"Oh fuck. . ." She moaned weakly, his tongue slithering in and out of her to lick up every last drop.

"Al. . ." She was breathless, staring at his strained member. Reaching up to unzip his pants, he tutted as he grabbed her wrist.

"Al?"

"It's about you. Don't worry about me, amour," He purred, kissing the bite marks on her thighs.

"But you-"

Before she could detest further, wishing to satisfy him, the door opened.

"Oh my God, they were right! Alastor, you sly dog," Angel Dust was at the door, and Alastor quickly covered his beloveds' body with the covers before his horns started to grow and his back stretched.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Not before you make love to me, you're not," still in his demonic form, (Y/N) blew a gust of wind to slam the door shut.

Her body displayed on the bed, Alastor agreed.

"And stay in that form. It suits you."

#alastor imagine #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader

[ladygoth]

⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧

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when it came to you, no one could never shame ghost for the lengths he would go for his love, his responses to your affection and the responses his body would display just by your mere taste and stroke.

so there you were, cunt pressed down against his face while he had worked his magic, sucking and flicking every sense of your pearl, his bulge eager to pounce out of his briefs and his moans in return to your sweet taste, your juices a nectar he consistently craved, invariably open to pull apart your legs and kiss your soft skin and take you in.

he loved how rough you'd be, and how stiff your body will become as you could feel your orgasm peak, how jacked and inconsistent the move of your hips would become while your sweet moans would cry higher and louder by the second.

"right there!" you'd whimper, your eyes half-lidded but concentrated by the stiffness below his fabric, curious, you had wanted to see it yourself, how his cock would twitch and throb before his hot cum leaked in response to eating you out. what a man he was, so in love, such lust.

"yes daddy right there! lick there! lick there!" you whimpered, excited by how his cock easily stood tall once you had pulled down his briefs. his shaft tip red, and sac swollen, his length had then tilted and slightly jerked as it had been eager to release, the mere sight a nirvana as pre-cum gently slipped down his dick. the motion of his tongue increased as he began to fuck you with his mouth, his motions tight and possessive, as he greedily moaned against your heat.

"s'good!" he'd lustfully moan. "oh princess, oh fuck-ah--" he'd cry out whilst his sticky cum would shoot out of his cock, the whiteness landing against his chest. the entire scene enough to have your clit twitch in sanction before your body released it's tangy cum, ghost then swallowing your rush, his tongue moving around your sex, cleaning you up while you had slowly dragged your heat away from his mouth.

"that was a nice sight," you whispered as you had then turned to look at him, his cheeks red with desire. "want to fuck me now?" you had asked and with approval, ghost had sat up, eager to pull you within his arms he had then pressed his mouth against yours, taking you in.

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reference three [so hot sorry]

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader

[obxsprincess]

drug dealer!barry x reader x toxic!rafe

“she lets you do this often man?” rafe snickers — watching you on all fours, sprawled over barrys bed. his greedy eyes trail over your tits, and your pretty features as you face him. legs wide and dripping in your glossy arousal as barry kneels behind you. the same smirk plastered on his face, mirroring the man in-front of you. “whenever she’s looking for some strong shit, yea’” you squeak a moan as you feel barry press agaisnt you. a metal laced sound invades your ears before you feel the hard pressure agaisnt your ass — his thick cock slips between your sopping folds. lubricating his dick in your sweet wetness.

“fuck, glad I came today for my coke. look at you princess, paying for your shit by letting your drug dealer fuck you,” a sound between a gasp and a moan escapes you as rafes hand curls around you chin, tilting you to look up at him.

how you got here you had no idea, what started as your usual ‘payment’ ended with the kook king now standing infront of you with his god forsaken grin, and the prominent bulge in his pants making your pretty head spin.

and even more as barry’s cock grindes agaisnt your swollen clit, rubbing the needy pearl in ways that you biting you lip in desperation. “you fucking like this don’t ya? the rich little slut likes being fucked by two males do you baby,?” rafes dark chuckle made your cunt grind into barry in return, your eyes fluttering back as a groan escapes the male behind yous mouth. “auh! auh- y-yes”

“this gonna’ get you a big supply,” a sudden slap hits your ass, the pleasure of barrys cock agaisnt your clit and the pain making you numb in blissful filth — and yet rafe refused to let your eyes leave his.

“fuck her man. I wanna see the way little ms. goody two shoes pays for her drugs” before your eyes can widen at rafes words, barry grips your hips, positioning his tip agaisnt your dripping hole. “ain’t’ needa tell me twice,” you don’t even have time to gasp before barry’s thrusts into you — rutting, and stretching you with every fat inch. you silken walls clench around him, your eyes screwing shut. “god dammit, girl,” barrys ruts are anything but gentle — pulling out just to pump back into you. the pure roughness making you forget rafe was even there. until his grip tighened on your jaw. “little slut, feels good don’t it? look at her man. fuck, never thought I’d see you here sweetheart. eyes on me, pretty thing” if his drug dealers cock wasn’t moving inside of your pussy, which was gripping him like a fucking vice, you’d think rafes tone was affectionate. but there was nothing remotely romantic of this — not when your moans and mewls filled the room, the voices of the two males praising you as if you weren’t even there. it was so dirty — the pleasure that consumed your spinning head, and the way it felt so sinfully good.

the moment your eyes flustered open, the mere size of rafes dick made your pretty cunt clench around the cock rutting inside of you. it was red and leaking, and gliding right into your lips as if you were merely a drooling flesh light. the realization that rafes massive length and barrys thickness fucking you from the front and back made you feel so naughty — and yet in a filthy little cloud of ecstasy. “ya’ be a good slut, and then you’ll get your fucking drugs, yea?” the way they fucked you was merely for their own greedy pleasures — but in the very back of your pretty head you couldn’t help but want more.

#˚₊‧ — vees writing #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #dark!rafe cameron #barry obx #rafebarry #obx smut

[flawseer]

3000 AS character drawings

(Fathom, Indigo, Pearl, Albatross)

I appear to have developed an addiction to drawing dragons. There is no known treatment, so I have been advised to just ride it out and see where it goes. Here are some ancient Seawings:

Prince Fathom

Fathom is said to look remarkably similar to his descendant Turtle, or at least Darkstalker seems to think so. He could be an unreliable narrator who assumes all green Seawing lads look the same though, who knows.

When I picture Fathom, I imagine him as looking visibly marred by what he experienced. He is careworn and looks tired most of the time because, at night, spiraling thoughts and stress dreams are interfering with his sleep. His general physique is a bit oddly proportioned, with some areas of his body (face and extremities) looking more gaunt than others, indicating that he has rapidly lost weight.

Hoping he was able to return to some form of normalcy and make a recovery after the conclusion of the Darkstalker book.

Indigo

Fathom's childhood friend, bodyguard, and numerous other things. I have no idea what the plans of the graphic novel adaptations are with regards to the Darkstalker book, so I don't know if she will get an actual depiction any time soon.

I gave her a forward-swept, somewhat wild-looking head fin because I thought that was fitting for her character. It contrasts with the more put-together, rounder, or rigid appearances of the royals she is surrounded by.

Princess Pearl

Fathom's uptight sister and future Queen of the Seawings. As far as I know, the books never go into detail with regards to her color scheme. I imagine that, in terms of looks, she takes a lot after her grandfather, resulting in a light blue coloration. Some of these traits would then later be passed down the royal Seawing line until they resurface in her descendant Anemone.

I do sometimes think about what happened after the Darkstalker book. Does she believe her brother is dead? Or is it assumed he evacuated with the rest of the Nightwings? Did Fathom ever try to reconnect with her in later years?

Prince Albatross

Fathom and Pearl's grandfather and person of historical infamy. The graphic novels draw him very blue, but he is described in text as unnaturally pale, almost white. Really minor detail in his luminous patches: I drew them that way to suggest he passed his spherical markings on to Pearl (which she then got her name from) and the crescent markings were inherited by Fathom.

Also, his ear is frayed and worn. I imagine he developed a nervous tick where he squeezes and yanks his ear whenever he is upset due to his sister's constant abuse.

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Errata:

I initially wrote that Anemone is Pearl's ancestor. This was a nonsensical lapse of thought, as, barring questionable time travel plots, she is obviously her descendant. Corrected.

#wings of fire #wof #dragon #digital art #wof art #flawseer art #wof seawing #wof fathom #wof indigo #wof pearl #wof albatross #wof headcanon

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SUMMARY : In which you let your husband take your virginity on your wedding night.

PAIRINGS: Dilf Taehyung x virgin reader

WORD COUNT :2K

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sex (off course) ,cum eating, oral f. Eating out over panties, fingering, squirting, mention of blood (her cherry popped)! Titty sucking, aftercare ladies <3

A/N: A little something as I’ve reached 1k heheh thank you so much lovelies and i hope you liked this one and thank you my love 💖 @jj-one who helped me with this one and also @kingofbodyrolls who made this sexy banner💖

The beach was filled with fragrant blooms, an array of white and pink tulips adorned the set up, a gentle breeze softly tickles the groom's hair and he smiles looking at you walking hand in hand with your father holding a small bouquet of lilies.

Your wedding veil cascades down your back, complementing the silk lace and pearls embroiled on the dress, making you feel like a fairy princess. Nervously walking down the aisle with your father you blush the moment you see your husband, soft music and doting cheers follows in the background the moment you took each step.

Soon reaching upon you face the love of your life Kim Taehyung, your dad places your hand on your husband’s and some tears brim his eyes, asking him to always protect you and keep you happy forever. He chuckling upon his request, promising to keep you happy for the rest of his life while kissing the back of your palm and whispers "you look so beautiful my love." You visibly chuckle and mutter him a small "thanks, you look handsome as well".

You never thought you would end up with your casual fling that you met from an app, remembering it was one of your friends who had signed you up on the app after you broke up with your toxic ex. On the other side, Taehyung's friend, Jungkook, had signed him up when divorced his wife, thinking it was a good idea to get out of the grief and have some fun.

Your interests he was afraid if he came clean about his son you would leave.

He was sure he had fallen in love with you over the past year from just chatting and calling each other daily. It made him feel like he was a young man again and not a 38-year-old man who had a kid who would depend on for a few more years.

Taehyung was also afraid of the 16-year-old age gap, thinking it was too soon for you to commit to a lifelong relationship which included a child.

He had enough of it when he finally decided to take you on a date and coming clean about it. He came fully prepared to tell you about his son and break this situation you were in, he liked (read: Loves) you, but he didn't want you to live with the pressure of living with a child as you were young, and you had so much to experience.

In the cozy coffee shop, soft jazz played in the background while you nervously fidget on the chair, summing up the courage to tell him that you had started liking him and can see a future together. The man in front of you gave a crooked smile, continuing to surf through the menu.

"What will you have Y/n?" Taehyung asks as he skims each and every item written on the menu, his leg bouncing under the table due to anxiety.

"I love you Taehyung," you say at the same time as he began talking, he goes blank, the menu dropping from his hands while you mentally facepalm at yourselves. "Fuck I shouldn't have dropped this bomb this early.”

"What?" Taehyung gasps and then visibly gulps, and you return a crooked smile back. "Yes tae, I love you I've been loving you for a while now.." you confess once again, and he shutters "We-ll y/n m-e too" he says as if he's exclaiming, and you smile wide.

"But wait y/n, before I properly confess I want to tell you something," Taehyung nervously adds, becoming restless. Observing his moments you grab his spare hand which rested on the table and tell him to calm down.

"Y/n, you know I’m divorced, right? But I'm sorry I have hidden something very big from you, I have a five-year-old son Yi-hyun" he says, and you gasp "Oh my god, tae why did you hide this for so long?" you question, he fiddles with his fingers and explains his insecurities and chances of you leaving him.

"No tae, I would never, in fact, I love children and I would really love to spend my whole life with you." You blush as those words come out and Taehyung giggles, "I'll be more than glad and feel honored to stay with you for the rest of my life."

Taehyung gazes into your eyes, his eyes full of love and promises, the gentle breeze makes the few whips of your flix fly, and he thinks you look so pretty, soon the calm breeze carries out your wedding vows and seals all the promises of this lifetime commitment.

Yi-hyun stands right in the middle of you and Taehyung's parents, an uproar of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere when you exchange your rings. Glancing at him, you give a flying kiss and he acts to catch it, your husband won't stop at looking you with heart eyes.

It was soon evening while you and your husband basked in the warmth of newly wed love, surrounded by all your supporting family and friends. He occasionally steals a few kisses from you when you both slow danced and enjoyed the dance until it was time to make your grand exit and walk hand in hand till you reached your car.Your parents insisted on keeping your son for a couple of days until you come back from the honeymoon.

"Yi- hyun, don't trouble your grandparents okay baby? Be a good boy for me and your mom okay?" Your husband tells your son and he nods , he kisses yours and his father's and climbs down from his grasp and tells you both a "goodbye".

"Let's go baby been waiting for this day ever since I met you, gonna fuck you hard," Taehyung says with lust-filled eyes, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He lays a few soft pecks, soliciting a gasp from you, letting out the smallest whimper of his name.

The ride to your house was short, your husband helped to get you out of the car and quickly thanked the driver, not even a minute later your back meets the door of your penthouse as your husband starts to devour your mouth with his, heavy kisses full of spit coats your lips.

You were taken aback for a few seconds until your mind processes his action, kissing your lover back with the same burning passion, you struggle a bit until you get the keys from the back pocket of Taehyung's pants.

"One Sec baby, let me just open this, and we can go inside," you say almost breathlessly in between kisses, turning around. Once inside, both you and his clothes join the ground soon. "I'll go slow baby okay? It's your first time, right? Gonna savour every last moment of this." Taehyung assures you, and you nod.

Never in your twenty-two years of living did you have sex with your boyfriend. Sex was a whole different thing you’ve yet to experience but you weren't a saint when it came to it either, the curious teen in you would look up porn and even tried masturbating before, but you just didn’t feel anything from it, you thought you were doing something wrong.

Taehyung helped you to get comfortable in the bed whilst he removes the last piece of his clothing, his boxers, while you had kept your panties on, feeling your cunt coating the plumpness of his lips with your slick. You moan at the movement as he hovers above you, "ready baby?" your husband sweetly asks, you nod and voice a simple "yes.”

Soft, gentle kisses are first felt on your neck and the light touch of his fingertips tickles your lower belly, coming dangerously close to your core. His nimble fingers nudge the bow on your lace panties, sucking in your breath when he slowly goes down to explore the rest of your body, sucking on your skin lightly as he trails his way down. Soon purple hues are decorated all over you.

Once he faces your core, his hot breath leaves you tingly inside, whimpering out his name as he slowly licks a wet strip of over the fabric of your panties and sucks on the ball of your clit, repeating his languid motion again and again, his eyes watching you above him. You’re left nothing short of a moaning mess, "fuck feels so good tae, just like that baby.." you express him how good he’s making you feel when he sucks and licks you over your panties, this new sensation was like no other.

Soon after a while he completely removes them off your body, groaning at the mess you made and his fingers rub over it so he could have some of you on his fingers. "Open baby" he affirms, you ecstatically take them in your mouth sucking off each finger one by one, he chuckles and bites back a moan. He thinks you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen.

"Gonna finger you baby, stay calm okay? I promise it's gonna soon feel okay." He assures and slowly inserts one of his fingers, you moan out loud as it feels different from what you felt while playing with yourself.

One finger soon turned into two and you felt something weird coming out, "Taehyung stop-stop, something's coming out," you breathlessly warn but he tells you to go on and doesn’t stop fingering you, only upping his pace. Liquid soon gushes out, "fuck baby, pretty girl" never failing to fluster you and make you blush, shying away and looking everywhere but his eyes.

His frame hovers above yours and tells you to rest properly, "Baby, is it okay?" He asks before continuing. His hard cock brushing over your soaked pussy lips, itching to be inside your warm cunt, his fingers part your lips while you involuntarily twitch, feeling weightless as his thumb rubs gentle circles along your sensitive clit. "Ready y/n? Look we don't have to do it tonight you can always back out baby" he says while you whimper at the loss. "N-no want it so bad I can take it" you eagerly said, leaning in to kiss his lips. "It might hurt at first, but then it's going to be okay, I promise my darling." With that, he slowly aligns himself with you and enters inside, causing you to both moan in unison.

Kissing your forehead to calm you down when he sees faint tears brimming your eyes, he pulls out just enough so he can spit in between you two to make the slide much easier. He notices some blood as you were still a virgin— up until now, beads of sweat drip from the sides of him and some of it lands onto your boobs. He attached his lips to suckle them, seeing your pretty mouth open wide and decides to slip his finger in, your body rises a bit when he tells you to see the bloody mess and you whimper while he pets your head with his other hand.

"Calm down baby you’re gripping me so hard.." he groans from the way you’re sucking him up and you try your best to relax your muscles and try to enjoy this feeling while occasionally kissing him, moaning at his touches. He rests his forehead on top of yours and soon he cums inside, gasping from his overwhelming orgasm, he slowly pushes himself up and removes his now softened cock. You feel the cum dripping down to your ass. “Wait up baby, I'm gonna get something to clean you up.” He smiles dotingly and you nod back at him.

Soon he cleans you both up and brings you a glass of water to drink, he’s cuddling with you as his fingers lace with yours. Soft kisses resound the room until you both knock down in each other's embrace.

You decide to wake him up with a good, morning blow job but who knew it would be him to be waking you up instead.

#Taehyung smut #kim taehyung #kim Taehyung smut #kim Taehyung fanfiction #Kim Taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #Taehyung fluff #bts smut #taehyung fanfic #v smut #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #Dilf Taehyung #Virgin reader #cherry prick #bts v #Bts #bts fanfic bts smut

[scribeofnight]

⸝⸝ ꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃. 🫧ㆍ₊⊹

✦ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ;; rafayel x gn!reader ✦ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ;; fluff, pure fluff and brainrots, not fully coherent thoughts ✦ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ;; 0.7k ✦ 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ;; obsessed and thinking about husband rafayel 24/7 - so a little filler drabble while i finish up the zayne oneshot and before i go to bed. enjoy my seashells <3 (currently can't add my yellows - i'll edit the format tomorrow)

✦ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 (𝘧𝘪𝘤/𝘩𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯!!) ♡.

⟢ husband! rafayel who makes sure there's always a place for you to sit or lay down on when you're in the room watching him paint

⟢ husband! rafayel who smears paint on your cheeks while you're sleeping, only to feel bad and paint a small sunset or ocean or sunrise or the sky or anything, really, across your cheeks

⟢ husband! rafayel who will trace miscellaneous shapes on your collarbones and shoulders - connecting every freckle and mole

⟢ husband! rafayel who looks at your stretch marks and kisses them gently, tracing every curve and smiling up at you, stopping to only tell you how much they look like stardust

⟢ husband! rafayel who would cave when you give him puppy eyes and a pout - he's weak for you, he knows

⟢ husband! rafayel who once reserved a whole restaurant because he remembered you saying you don't like eating in front of a lot of people, just so you would be comfy on your date night

⟢ husband! rafayel who would collect seashells everyday as he walks on the beach with you, telling you stories about his adventures when he was a little kid in lemurian waters; placing them in a tiny jar that he gives to you - and his grin is so blinding and hug so warm and kiss so tender when he sees it on your desk and in your bag.

⟢ husband! rafayel who thinks you look exceptionally pretty in pearls, but he thinks you're ethereal when you're in his bed, curled up around him, bed hair and sour breath and all

⟢ husband! rafayel who grew fond of cats because of how much you love them - who fell in love with the way you looked and loved cats, and could never think of cats as harmful ever again (especially when you look at them like how you look at him)

⟢ husband! rafayel who buys you dresses upon dresses, if only to see you wear them and spin around like the disney princess you deserved to be but couldn't affort to be

⟢ husband! rafayel introducing you to little fishies during a swim in the ocean, calling you his wife and watching with awe as the fishes boop your nose and circle you two, guiding you both through the waters to the prettiest coral reef ever

⟢ husband! rafayel who lets you see his silvery scars from fighting for his kingdom, letting you trace them even though he flinches from the memories - only soothed by your fingertips and gentle kisses to his skin, your calloused thumbs wiping away falling tears

⟢ husband! rafayel dedicating a whole exhibit with every painting of everything you've ever loved and liked, with the centerpiece as both of you dancing at the banquet, with the words "for my ocean" as its caption

⟢ husband! rafayel who has never thought of having kids until he took one look at you with your nephew, and decided he wanted some then and there

⟢ husband! rafayel who brings you trinkets and tidbits from wherever he travels to, be it in Linkon or overseas, because every little thing reminds him of you (he'd rather live with your memory and you by his side than have to lose you again)

⟢ husband! rafayel that would not let you go anywhere without him - he knows you can defend yourself, but he wants to be able to see you and touch you just in case; he likes protecting you (if only to make up for all the time that he wasn't there to protect you - could you blame him? he wanted you to forget, he was sure you would)

⟢ husband! rafayel that would cook for you when you return home from work, shit-faced and weak, wobbly, exhausted legs - who would feed you and hold you close as your words slurred, a fond smile on his face as he squished your cheeks, watching you fall asleep, your features so beautifully calm and peaceful

⟢ husband! rafayel who never wants to see you cry, but would sit there on the bathroom floor at 5am, wiping your tears away when memories of you both together centuries ago flooded your mind, his heart aching as he watched you cry over not remembering him when it really was his fault

⟢ husband! rafayel who would hold your hair back when you didn't like the way it felt, tying it up into a bun and decorating it with little seashell clips so you felt pretty

⟢ husband! rafayel who would see his child hold a paintbrush, painting a very wonky looking apple and sing with glee - who would frame the apple painting and title it "[child's name]'s first painting"

⟢ husband! rafayel who would tell his child how wonderful of a mother you are, spinning the baby around before he tucks the baby onto his hips, holding her close

⟢ husband! rafayel who would rest his forehead against yours at least 5 times a day, loving the peace and love that radiates from you, seeping into him and soothing his bones, a quick kiss on your lips sealed the deal

⟢ husband! rafayel who always tells you that he's glad to finally be yours, to kiss you and hold you close

⟢ husband! rafayel who looks at you like you hung the moon and stars when you tell him you love him

⟢ husband! rafayel who is just so happy you come home to him everyday

♡. head empty only husband rafayel.

✧˖°. header creds ;; @editshan <𝟑

♡₊˚ 🪼・ copyright @scribeofnight all rights reserved ;; do not copy, steal, plagarize, reword or repost to other platforms without proper permission || all credits to original owners and creators of the characters from the media + pictures that are not my own.

#shu.brainrot #rafayel #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fic #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace fluff #l&ds #l&ds x reader #lads rafayel #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #lads #rafayel fic #shu.drabbles #shu.rambles #homura lads #qi yu x reader #qi yu #homura

[hees-mine]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐭.𝟒

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Synopsis: ⓧ

Warnings: smut, multiple orgasms, cursing, dirty talk, taboo relationship, pet names, sir kink, mentions of oral, unprotected sex.

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, minors do not interact!

WC: 2,299k

I’ll update as regular as possible so please stop leaving messages asking for updates in my inbox please.

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Since you started hooking up with your best friend's dad, your sex life has been amazing, perfect, to be exact. There wasn’t a moment where he left, and you weren’t satisfied.

Being with him was wrong, and you knew it, but he was just so good to you that you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

His touch was addicting. His kisses were like a warm blanket on a cold day, and you could still hear the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear while he fucked you so good before dropping you off at home.

What was supposed to be a one-time thing turned into many times a week, and eventually, you had sex with each other every day behind your friend's back.

You even ditched school, lying to your friend about being sick just so you could have her father all alone to yourself.

And he wasn’t much better off calling into work because there was no way he could calmly get through the day without feeling your pussy around his dick. He’s been craving you since he laid eyes on you, and after getting to feel and taste you, there was no way he could get enough. Saying he was down bad would be an understatement.

“Fuck you’re always so fucking wet for me, princess” It was currently three thirty in the afternoon. Your back was pressed against his couch, legs over his shoulders, while he squeezed the meat of your thighs and rammed his dick into you over and over again.

“Sir, right there, oh god, yes” You gripped the couch for something to ground yourself with because you were losing your mind every time he went balls deep only to pull all the way out, leaving just the tip inside and thrusting forward once again, leaving you breathless as you clenched on his cock.

“Keep squeezing my cock princess feels so fucking tight” his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips as he picked up the pace, loud clapping sounds bouncing off the walls every time his sweaty thighs met yours. “We gotta h-hurry fuck- m-my daughters gonna be home s-soon” You had been going at it for about an hour already. He went down on you, and of course, you returned the favor sucking not one but two orgasms out of his precious dick.

You nodded your head too fucked out to answer as you bit your lip to suppress some of your noises. “Make me cum. Wanna cum on your cock, sir, please.”

“Fuck I got you, princess. Just lay there and take it like the good girl I know you are” he grabbed the armrest above your head, veins protruding from his forearm as his other hand drifted down towards your clit easily finding the sensitive pearl and rubbing soft but effective circles as he effortlessly rolls his hips coaxing out yet another orgasm from you he’d made you cum so many times in just an hour that you lost count but you still needed more and more, and the harsh crunch of your scorching wet walls only proved that to be so. “Gonna cream on this dick yeah?”

“Yes sir,” you moan, your hands holding his abdomen as he buries his cock deeper and deeper, so deep you feel like crying cause he is just that good. There was no other feeling in the world that could even compare to the way he was making you feel. “So good, so deep keep fucking me, sir, just like that fuck” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you could have sworn you were in heaven.

“Princess,” whimpering your nickname, he lowers himself down when he feels his muscles finally starting to give out. He presses his cheek next to yours, licking and flicking his tongue around your ear, nibbling on the lobe before dipping his tongue in the small canal, pleasuring your body in ways you could have never imagined.

He thrusts so effortlessly into your warm cunt, both of you on the brink as he fastens the pace of his thumb on your clit until you see stars.

“I’m g-gonna-sir. I’m cumming!” You shriek, the walls of your pussy, sucking him in so deep, begging for him to drop his load inside you.

“That’s my good little girl,” he rasps in your ear. Just a couple of thrusts later, you feel his thick cock throb against your heat. “Can I cum inside, please?” He knows you’d say yes, but that never stopped him from asking just to make sure it’s what you wanted too.

“Please cum inside. Don’t even have to ask, sir just want your cum in me all the time” You admit you knew it was shameful, but it was true you loved feeling his cream leaking from your hole when he was finished, even when you went home, his creamy white was still staining your swollen pussy lips.

“As you wish, my princess,” he kissed your cheek. Not even two thrusts later, he came inside you. What could he say? Your words had worked him up beyond belief, and he couldn’t wait to cream pie your pussy over and over breed your little tight wet cunt full of his seed. “Hmm fuck! So good princess, give sir a kiss, yeah?” He breathes against your lips kissing you feverishly, his veiny cock pushing all of his cum back inside your pulsing cunt until he collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. “Let’s stay like this for a while, and then I’ll take you home, okay?” He nuzzles against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.

Before you could protest, his phone rang, causing both of you to jolt up in surprise.

He quickly grabbed it from his jacket, the phone screen showing his daughter's nickname, and he immediately panicked. “Hey, sweetheart,” he answers calmly, even though he feels like he’s going to throw up cause he’s still buried to the hilt and throbbing in your spent cunt.

You couldn’t hear what was being said. You could only see Heeseung’s worried face, which made you worry cause what you feared the most was being caught. “Now? Okay, Daddy will be home soon, okay? Bye, sweetheart, I love you.” he turned to you after hanging up his phone. “She’s gonna be here any minute. I have to take you home,” he pulls out of you reluctantly, quickly grabbing a tissue before the mess leaks down onto the couch.

You both got dressed in a flash. Moments later, he was backing out of his driveway and taking you home. It was comfortably silent in the car, and ten minutes passed before he was driving into your empty driveway to drop you off. “You’re coming over tomorrow, right?” He chews on his lip, worriedly afraid you might not want to come back after nearly getting caught with him.

“Yeah,” you turn to him, a small smile on your lips.

Your answer puts his troubled mind at ease as he returns your smile. “Can I have a little kiss before you go?” He mumbles while playing with a loose thread on the steering wheel.

You lean in, quickly kissing his cheek goodbye.

“No, I mean like this.” he quickly cups your face, leaning over the console to press his lips on yours, tilting his head to find a good rhythm as his nose brushes against yours. “Hmm,” he moans the moment his lips touch yours, and he can already feel himself getting excited from the short but intense make-out session, his hips bucking up to fuck the air, desperately trying to get some type of friction going. “Fuck” he whispers in between kisses, and it’s like you could read his mind as your hand traveled between his legs to press down on his erect dick. “Is anyone home?” He quickly asked.

“Not for a while. Why?” He breaks the kiss, shutting his engine down.

“Cause I need you so bad, please, princess. I'm so fucking hard already,” he begs you, but he doesn’t care how pathetic he looks. All he knows is that he needs to be inside you right now. Hell, he needed to be inside you ever since he pulled out.

“Okay,” you immediately agree. You couldn’t deny you still wanted more, even after those countless orgasms he gave to you back at his house.

You both exited the car, and you quickly led him to your room, where you locked your door and pushed him down on the bed by his shoulders. You straddled his waist, lifting up your skirt so your core could be in direct contact with his leaking bulge.

His hands went to your hips automatically as you ground your panty-covered pussy on his clothed cock. “Yeah, princess, just like that” You wrapped your arms around his neck while rolling your hips, using him as support to ride his dick.

After a while, he could feel the wetness hitting the crotch of his slacks, and he threw his head back, the wet, sticky sensation enough to have him desperately throbbing and dripping large amounts of precum.

“How am I supposed to go home like this, hmm, princess?” He looked down at the sight of his stained slacks. “All covered in your juices. Maybe I should just wear them. Let everyone know that you’re so desperate for cock you couldn’t help but rub your slutty pussy all over my bulge.” You hid your face in his neck, feeling shy from his comment. “It’s true though, right god only knows how many orgasms, and you’re still just shamelessly rutting your cunt on me, such a desperate little thing,” he guides you helping you roll your hips as your lips leave sloppy kissing all over his neck.

“Yes sir,” you whine helplessly, agreeing with him cause it was all true. You couldn’t stop humping against him. Even if you tried, you were just too desperate to feel him. “Please,” you whimper.

“Yeah, little one?” He hums, fingers slowly gliding under your shirt so he can grab your breasts.

You moan from the slight pinch he gives your nipples. “I need to ride your cock, please, sir. I want you stuffed inside me so badly” his cock can’t help but jumps in excitement at your words, and it takes him only two seconds to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down just enough for his hard wet cock to pop out.

He reaches under your skimpy little skirt, pushing your panties to the side. “Up” You raise your hips, and he grabs the base of his cock, guiding it to your soaking entrance as you slowly sink down on his tip. Both of you moan in pure relief after getting the feeling you both had been so desperately craving for. “Good girl,” he said, kissing your neck. “Now bounce on it. Make sir feel real good.” he put his hands behind his head, letting you do all the work.

“Oh god, yes fuck yes,” You create a quick pace from the start, still wet and stretched from earlier when he took you on his couch. “Love your cock so much” You grip the collar of his white dress shirt, bunching the material and sliding down further on his shaft, your toes curling into the mattress as you feel his balls kissing your outer lips when you take him impossibly deep.

“Fuck princess, I’m so close already,” he moans softly. “Look at that.” he lifts your dress up, showing you the white sticky mess on your groin areas.

“Sir!” Your legs grow weak at the sight of him disappearing inside you, not to mention the mess of cum coating his thick base.

He breaths shakily, his nipples growing hard from the stimulation on his cock. “Yeah, princess, I’m here. Just keep riding it just like that. Don’t stop fucking this dick until you cream around it” he moves his other hand from behind his head, one going to your waist while the other sneaks under your skirt to fondle your puffy clit.

Your jaw falls slack, tits bouncing up and down in his face as you give him the best ride of his whole entire life.

The bed squeaks continuously, and he can’t help but smirk, knowing he’s the one that’s got you this excited to the point you can’t stop moaning and slamming your pussy on his cock. “Please cum, sir, please,” you beg, just waiting to feel his cream again, and it’s safe to say you’re addicted to having his cum inside.

“Ah fuc- okay, okay.” he loses himself, turning into putty at your command as he shoots the first rope inside you. “Y/n, please, please, please,” he grits through his teeth, squeezing your soft waist. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point. All he knows is that he wants to feel all of you, every last inch of you, of your warm pussy cumming on his girth.

Rope after rope follows as he massages your pearl, desperately trying to get you to release with him. “Sir,” you mewl, your knees growing tired as he rubs out an intense orgasm from you. “Love cumming on your cock” Your lips trail his jawline, wet messy kisses staining his cheek as he softly thrust up, pushing his cum back inside you for safekeeping.

He chuckles, completely out of breath, as you both finish nearly back to back. “Kiss me before I have to leave.” You leaned back, showing him a tired smile as he mirrored your appearance, face, sweaty eyes, hazy, and hair a ruffled mess.

“Okay,” you respond, going in for a kiss, and you knew you’d be calling in sick more often because this wouldn’t be the last time.

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#heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung #enhypen #heeseung #lee heeseung #lee heeseung smut #enhypen lee heeseung #enhypen hyung line #enhypen fluff #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours

[romantichomicide95]

❤︎ SATORU GOJO | happy birthday

summary: waking gojo up for his birthday. gojo and reader are down bad for each other.

December 7th 7am.

Satoru Gojos birthday. You couldn’t believe it had crept on you so quickly. You’d been preparing for weeks, months really, to try and make sure he had the perfect day. Quite frankly, he deserved the perfect day…because he was perfect.

So to start the day you’d carefully slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to prepare his favorite breakfast. The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of his favorite tea, and if anyone could see the state of it right now they’d think a tornado had rampaged through.

Once you were finished you tiptoed your way back into your bed, carefully carrying a plate of his favorite pancakes with lots of sugary toppings. As you placed the tray on your bedside table you watched his, perfectly chiseled if you had to describe it, chest rise and fall. His snowy-white hair was disheveled and his cheek was squished up against his favorite pillow, the one with the only pillowcase you’d brought from your apartment before moving in that he’d insisted he needed.

He looked peaceful, angelic even, and you almost felt a small twinge in your heart at the thought of waking him. So you looked at him just a second longer; memorizing the way his hair fell in his face, the intricate detail of his lips slightly pouted, and the way his skin seemed to glow in the sunlight.

“Toru, baby. Wake up.” You whispered, carefully nudging him awake. His eyelids fluttered open, a sleepy smile spread across his face as you were met with those pretty blue eyes.

“Happy Birthday baby," you whispered and Gojo’s eyes widened in delight as he took in the spread before him. "Breakfast in bed? You really went all out, didn't you?" He said pulling you back into bed and into his arms. His eyes trailed over you, chuckling slightly at the tiny drop of syrup on your cheek. He swiped his thumb across it, popping it in his mouth to lick it clean.

“What a perfect start to my morning. My favorite breakfast and my favorite girl.” He said, flashing his pretty white pearls. His eyes glowed in the light and you swore they held an entire ocean in the sparkling blue behind them.

You smile, your heart races at the thought of being his favorite. Even after all this time together you thought yourself lucky to have found him, though he always said he was the lucky one. You were too good for him, he’d say and you’d swat his arm and giggle “Maybe we’re just perfect for each other then.”

“Toru, the foods gunna get cold!” You say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He tightens his arms around you, his fingers trailing up the skin of your arm lightly as he takes in what he believes to be the most beautiful sight he’s seen.

“Think I’d rather stay right here.” He whispers, his hands finding there way underneath your shirt. You shiver slightly as his cold fingers trace along your skin but eventually you compromise, settling comfortably against him.

“See, cuddling is much better.” He whispers, placing soft kisses to your cheeks as his fingers trace patterns along your skin. You both lay there basking in the afterglow of the morning. Your fingers reach up to idly trace the contours of his chiseled features, wondering how you got so lucky to have him in your life.

“I... I also got you a little something." you whisper, your eyes meeting his. You wiggle out of his grasp, and this time he lets you go.

He sits up, the blankets covering his lower half, though you can see the pattern of his boxers peeking out underneath the billowy material. “Oh yeah? You really did go all didn’t you princess?”

You disappear out of the room and return shortly after. With your hand behind your back you sit back down next to him. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you've done enough, if you've chosen a good enough gift for the man who has given you everything.

“It’s not much.” you say as you reach for the small package wrapped in his favorite color. His eyes light up, if it was even possible for them to light up any more, as you hand it to him. “Happy Birthday.”

Gojo rips open the package like a little kid at Christmas. His smile never faltering as he holds up the watch case. He opens it to see the message you’d scrawled inside. “With every minute I love you more and more. Happy birthday my love.”

“Wow, I love it princess. This is...amazing," He leans in to kiss you, his lips soft against yours. “Thank you.” He says as he pulls away.

“I mean…it’s small and obviously we have dinner and the other stuff I have planned but…I just wanted to make sure you knew how much you mean to me," you say.

He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you again. “No I really I love it…It’s perfect. But you know what I think is even more perfect?”

“What’s that?”

“You.” He says nudging his nose against your cheek. “The best gift I ever got.” This time it’s you that leans in to kiss him, smiling as your lips meet again. Your arms wrap around him as your fingers lace in his soft snowy hair.

“You’re the sweetest Toru,” you say, as you pull away, placing a hand to his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more," he says, a mischievous look in his eye, he rolls you over pinning you underneath him. "Now what do you say we make this the best birthday morning yet, yeah?”

#satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

[huanzhuyulu]

by RuanChunXian

The truth about Xiao Yan Zi’s family is discovered by Lao Fo Ye before the wedding. All hell breaks loose.

Words: 4291, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: 还珠格格 | Huán Zhū Gé Gé | Princess Returning Pearl

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Yong Qi, Xiao Yan Zi, Original Female Character(s), Xia Zi Wei, Fu Er Kang

Relationships: Yong Qi/Xiao Yan Zi, Yong Qi & Original Female Character(s), Yong Qi & Fu Er Kang, Yong Qi & Xia Zi Wei, Xiao Yan Zi & Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Character Death, Broken Engagement, Loss of Trust, Family Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Romance, Forced Marriage, Forced Prostitution, Loss of Identity, Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Accurate Harem, Espionage, Human Trafficking, Bittersweet, Found Family, Female Friendship, Slow Burn, Melancholy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

#huan zhu ge ge #还珠格格 #hzgg #fanfic #princess pearl #my fair princess #princess returning pearl

[linggluu]

Xiao Yanzi with the boys

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[ceruleancattail]

Could I request Floyd, Ace, and Jamil getting carried away like a princess or bride by their s/o for no reason other than just to mess with them?

Floyd, Ace, Jamil with an s/o who’ll carry them like a princess

Floyd x reader, Ace x reader, Jamil x reader

Floyd:

The moment your arms slipped around his waist, you could feel Floyd stiffen slightly. It made sense, really. He’s spent too long doing all the squeezing. It’s about time you returned the favour.

Fingers wrap around his waist, palms pulsing warmth into his skin. You run your hands down his waist, watching as Floyd squirms, a husky laugh ringing through the air.

He leans behind, eyes meeting yours. Mismatched beauties, both of his pupils glowing like gems in the sea’s depths. His hair dangles off his forehead, brushing against your skin. It tickles.

Chuckling, you give him an affectionate squeeze. Your touch has him bursting into pearls of laughter, before he wiggles towards you. With Floyd’s back pressed against your chest, he was able to reach for you, poking your cheeks playfully.

“Whatcha’ doing, shrimpy?”

Your lips twitch upwards, a grin. Your arms tighten around his waist. A grunt was all the warning Floyd got.

With a heave, you have the eel hovering above the ground, wrapped tightly in your arms. A yelp of surprise, before it melts away into childish laughter, Floyd clinging onto your shoulders.

You cradle him close to your chest. A fluttery heartbeat, beating into his skin. Swaying your arms from the left to the right, you swing him around. Every laugh that shook from his body brushed against your chest, tickling you.

A weight rests around your shoulders. Floyd has his arms around your neck, before he pulls himself closer.

Closer to you.

Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, Floyd’s breath wafts against your skin. Warm, much like your embrace.

Well, enjoy your fun while it lasts, Shrimpy.

Next time, he’s going to be the one sweeping you off your feet. Just you wait, Shrimpy.

Ace:

When your arms slips around his, you could feel his stomach trembling. Laughter bursting out from his lips. Ace’s fingers wrap around your wrists, before he yanks you closer.

Leaning back, his head finds your shoulder. Scarlet red hair brushes against your skin. It’s soft, almost like feather-light kisses, caressing your body.

His eyes meet yours.

“What’s up?”

Fingers lacing with each other, you intertwine them. Taking in a breath, you raise them, pulling Ace along with you.

Trashing about, his hands reach for your shoulders. Fingers gripping firmly, pressing deep into your skin. Ace clings to you for dear life, a deep crimson spreading across his cheeks.

“What’s- what’s the big idea?”

You squeeze him, an affectionate action. His body relaxes a little, melting into your touch. You could feel Ace leaning into you, his head resting on your shoulder once more.

Finger jabbing into your cheeks, Ace huffs.

“At least give me some warning before you pull a stunt like that, yeah?”

His thumb presses into your skin, pinching it lightly. Wincing, you hold your arms outwards, pushing him away from you.

“I’ll drop you, Trappola.”

Honestly? That’s not that much of a threat to him.

Ace already fell for you quite some time ago.

It’s hard to top that.

Jamil:

Jamil’s a busy man. A bodyguard, a chef, a personal aside, and on top of that, he has to handle his own student life. You hardly see him resting.

You’ve joked time and time again that if he doesn’t take a break, you’ll literally carry him to his bed.

Today, you’ll finally make good on that threat. Sneaking towards Jamil, you crash into him. Quickly wrapping your arms around him, you hold him firmly. A secure embrace, bleeding with warmth. You could feel Jamil’s arms stiffening, before his muscles loosen, relaxing under your touch.

Jamil turns around, the ends of his ebony hair brushing against your cheek.

“What is it?”

You clutch his waist tightly, before heaving. You raise him up, cradling him to your chest. Jamil blinks rapidly, eyes wide open with shock. A laugh slips from your lips, as you sway him around.

“Told you I’ll carry you if you didn’t take a break!”

His arm snakes over your shoulders, fingers gripping on them for dear life. You could feel Jamil’s heartbeat flutter, thumping into your chest. Tugging him closer, you shoot him a satisfied grin.

Jamil only sighs, before he resigns himself to his fate. A gentle peck on your check, lips pressing softly into your skin. A fleeting kiss, light as a butterfly. Yet it made you dizzy all the same. He leans into your body, warmth pulsing from his skin into yours. A comforting sensation, your arms around him.

He wouldn’t mind if you did this more often.

Carefully raising his head, Jamil’s breath wafts over your ear. A whisper, purred into your ears sultrily.

“Very well. Take me wherever you wish, love.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #Jamil viper #Jamil viper x reader #Jamil x reader #Jamil #Floyd leech #Floyd x reader #Floyd #Floyd leech x reader #twst ace #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #ace x reader #lucky charm🔷

[milksuu]

pairing: 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

tw: mild suggestive themes, minor injury, age gap (in the mythical sense)

notes: don't know why but i wanted to try something original? if i make a part 2, def. will be nsfw. (oh and, i know sirens are usually part bird rather than fish, but we're going with the fish lol.)

Yandere!Siren who lures you by ethereal hymn from the safety of the beach sand, smirking when all those pretty little sea shells drop to your feet once you hear his voice. your hands reach for him, and his scales glitter in the dusk light as they take yours---so cold yet inviting. the biting waters tickling your skin with goosebumps. your enchanted giggles a beautiful song before a feast.

Yandere!Siren who guides your spellbound body below the shimmering waves, into a blue stasis where only you and him exist. he takes your cheeks, warm against the ice of his hands, bringing his mouth to yours with every intent to feast on your body. your lashes curl closed, and bubbles rest like pearls against your lashes, completely at bliss listening to his death song.

Yandere!Siren who stops before he grazes the heat of your lips. behind the drowning fractals of sunlight weaving through his eyes, an overlapping memory crashes against him. this wasn't the first time he's met you; you were a mere child then, and had found him during one of your silly human adventures. you'd freed him from an entrapment of netting and barb. but dared to insult him by calling him a 'pretty lobster', all while waving him off with a wooden-toy sword—a promised threat, no doubt. if it weren't for the fact you had saved him from poachers, he would've eaten you just for comparing him to those lower-living crusted things.

Yandere!Siren who curses and clicks at himself, for having even a shred of reluctance to devour your kind. he reasons a life for a life is a fair debt to pay, regardless of vitriol, and would pay it by sparing yours. he floats your listless body to the surface, and weaves you through the lapping waves back to shore.

Yandere!Siren who hesitates to dive back into the waters. not able to discern the rise and falls of your chest. he wonders if he'd held you beneath for far too long. long enough for sea water to be kept prisoner in your lungs. he drags himself to your side on the sand, hovering intimately above you. he presses his long fingers into your chest, finding your heart beat; soft but present. and although shallow, he observes the rise and fall of your chest. he wouldn't dare acknowledge the small sigh of relief in his throat.

Yandere!Siren who's gaze then roams your sun kissed skin and nipples melting through your soaked linen dress. but doesn't know why heat flushes through his tail, his heart throb at his fingertips, and scales shimmer a dusty pink. the drops falling from his hair pitter-patter on your lips, stirring you awake. he inhales sharply when you share a glance. your face and lips gilded by the afternoon glow.

"Pretty lobster..." you whisper dreamily, eyes still swimming on the lingering notes of his melody.

Yandere!Siren who half-flustered and half-scorned, wants to surrender to the reflex of plunging his sharp teeth into the suppleness of your throat. to mark you for this moment of not only sparing your life, but then having the gall to insult him—again. before he can commit to the idea, he hears the clanking of metal and footfalls of sentrymen descending the beach cliffs.

"Princess!" The soldier's call out. "Princess please, by orders of the King, return at once."

Yandere!Siren who hisses and nips at your hand in compromise to his deadlier wishes for you. He then thrusts himself back into the frigid waters, swimming a safe distance away from shore. when he deems himself veiled behind a jagged rock, he leans to watch, damning himself for certain curiosities. he watches with narrowed lashes as the guards help you to your feet. some patting the sand from your dress, one draping a shawl over your drenched form, and another bandaging your bitten hand.

Yandere!Siren who stiffens when you turn a head over your shoulder, and just like before, wave at him with a smile. that indignant human grin of yours, possibly cursing him with joy. he simmers at the thought, his face warm again, and slowly sinks himself below the surface tension. and to his own annoyance, wondering when you would come to bother him again.

#yandere x reader #yandere x male darling #yandere x you #yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere merman #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere boy #yandere fic #yandere drabble

[astralnymphh]

⤹ okay but on the topic of vampire!ellie, which one do you guys personally like?? has nothing to do with what i'll write next, just a curiosity + headcanons. MDNI 18+ enjoy this free vamp!ellie brainstorming content with a random side of nipple fixation!

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teenage dirtbag vampire!ellie in a modern realm who can't stand being in her parents suburban hell born house, tired of their cockalorum and urging for her to engage more in the vampiric branch of her family. attend the parties, go human–hunting with the other blood–ingesting addicts, try this, do that. it all irked ellie the wrong way, made her psyche boil, cause all she wanted to fucking do was you. she craves only your blood, your taste, the metallic ribbons pumping your lifeline was like a goddamn nectar to her. and you let her feed, because you loved her. you let your meat sack of a body replace her breakfast, lunch, dinner– first and final meal.

that's why you let her move in with you. cause you fucking can. now, every itty–bitty token of her life tangles with yours on the walls. pictures and awards, a manifold of knickknacks cluttering the window sills, even her clothes tend to blend with yours– an illusive invitation for you to wear her clothes without the question ever pressing her lips apart. you both are madly besotted in each other. no denial objects to that.

and, fuck, this version of ellie is hot. fitted tanks absent of a bra– pale brown pierced nipples erecting the thin fabric into a small mound. gray wash skinny jeans that fit her lean legs well, waistband cruising nicely under that peek of a v–line, fraying at the ankle hems that contrasts into those battered up converse of a similar hue. oh, and usually cloaks her shoulders up in a sable leather jacket– with your name patched in. a jacket, so prized, alwaaays winds up hurled to some isolated and cimmerian corner of your room, purely cause she lacks the care to hang it up whenever she returns home in a scramble, fangs unsheathing for blood. her knees would find themselves pressing hard into the mattress beneath both of you, centering a large gully of weight where her half–unzipped crotch and your butt meet, thirstily rutting to the point of numbing your clit through the hard denim of your pants. her zinc button just kept pounding that shit, keeping you spread wide. while dry humping you, she'd moan and groan hot on your earlobe, fangs partial hooking on the rim, "mhh– fuck n' suck, babe– can i? fuuck.." 'fuck n' suck' was just some made–up code for, well, it should be obvious. times like those, where she intends to fuck her pussy rough on you without remorse, whilst drying your organs of blood.

ohh, but i'll write that in detail one day~

gothic vampire!ellie who lodges high on a hill, deep in the mighty fathomage of her grandoise palace, steeples scaping high into the howling sky– torn asunder by a network of lightning above. you're nothing but meat and blood, princess, a feast inside regalia. every freshwater pearl, every satiny reflection of light off your dress, only made your flesh more supple in her fluorescent fern eyes. those lucifer–damned pupils though, well, let's just say you can't even measure the green pool of her eyes anymore. dilating, big black saucers, ballooning the milken white away whenever she snags a glimpse of your blood. that phantom heartbeat of hers races madly, mad of love for that color. for that glisten of liquid. so divine, she thinks. a gulp bolts down her gullet when within a measly foot of you, or, more specifically, a mere gate between the two of your noses. how else is she supposed to store her cache of sustenance?

yes, that's precisely what i'm hinting at. a holding cell. dusty and decrepit, rats abundant skittering the stone ground, and you swore cobwebs began to web themselves in your hair– now loose and unbraided. that brute of a girl would crouch on the opposing side, dangling keys on a loop sat upon her finger, ploddingly wagging like a swinging great axe. taunt, taunt taunt taunt.. is all she would skip about and do. slip into your cell quickly and play with you. kitty–cornering you and blocking you in her arms, cooing how terribly sorry she feigns to be, for jailing you up and treating you like meat. however, tides turn, and so do emotions. could it be, the dracula upon the misty cliff– has fallen in love?

turns out, witty princesses with a snakish tongue and spit to spare really turned her on. fuck, even you cursed yourself for rending your guard and feeling a magnetic pull to that hunk of a beast, clad in her midnight black, puffed sleeves and collar drawstring shirt. finely sewn black trousers and shiny black boots, curse you, for finding something about that hellishly horrid outfit so handsome on her. there's– oh, this particularly noticeable asset tp her garb as well. the black dye was nearing translucency, and if you loitered your vision directly on her chest long enough, caught in the right cosmic light, you could see that waxen bosom and her nipples, light brown contrary to her vampiric skin. haha, how humiliating it was when she caught you staring at them as she stood in front of your sat stature, being so brazen enough to ask, "something caught your eye princess? shall i strip myself of this, then?" whilst her hands mindlessly tucked under the loose hem anyway, wringing the fabric over her head and banishing it aside. "here, feel my dead heart–" swirled her voice, thrusting her hand out to grasp yours, cold as the ice age, her mitts froze your wrists and yanked them forth, pressing them flat against her breast and swiping her thumb across your contrasting warm skin, leavening with excitement as you fondle. she stows her knee on the bed adjacent to your thigh, whispering, so.. so, hauntingly, "feel that? no pulse, no life, not a spark lives within me, dear." and it was nothing vastly far from the truth. beneath her erect nipple, was no beat. eyes widening to a moon, and lips parting to steal simply too much air, you shudder. was it fear, you shuddered for, or arousal? that's a tale, for another day.

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