#the fact they’re wearing matching clothes

[littleprincehyun]

Chanbaekists stay winning 💅🏼

#y’all the amount of chanbaek content after so loooong #just chanbaek overload #but I’m not complaining #the fact they’re wearing matching clothes #and came in together #like yalllll #can they make it any more obvious #baekhyun #chanyeol #chanbaek #mine

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

you’re borrowing your boyfriend!jason todd’s…

hoodie

it’s big, it’s warm, and it smells like your big warm boyfriend. of course you stole it. luckily jason runs hot..or that’s what he tells you at least. the man gets cold too, but he’d never tell you that. not when you look so cozy in his sweatshirt.

sweats

your favorite thing of his to match with his hoodie. his sweatpants are super warm, super soft, and super baggy. meant for ultimate comfort. jason loves it when you go full out sweatsuit in his clothes. like, loves it. you’re like his own personal teddy bear to hold on to while he falls asleep. who needs sweats when he has you to keep him warm..in his.

t shirt

sometimes, when the weather’s warmer, you’ll steal one of jason’s shirts to thrown on over a pair of panties. you’re oblivious to the fact that this combination makes jason go absolutely buck wild. somehow you’ve never made the connection. but more than once he’s found you sprawled across the couch, watching tv, and ended up going down on you. his head nestled between your thighs as you grip his raven locks. his hands are fisted into the loose fabric of his shirt that you’re wearing. he’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking, your moans intermingling with the wet, borderline pornographic, sounds that he’s creating with his mouth on your clit. he never lets you get him back either, even though you know he was grinding his crotch against the couch, chasing that sweet friction and release along with you. but he always just sits you atop his lap after, kissing your cheek as he brushes your hair out of your face. grips your thigh as he makes a comment about the show playing, your panties long forgotten on the floor.

underwear

you never get very far wearing a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers. for one, they’re pretty loose on you, so you have to roll the waistband a couple times, which just gives jason a prime view of your ass. they also just make it so easy for him to get his hand down the front, his strong fingers expertly finding your clit like he’s memorized a map of your body. which, in some ways, he has. it’s not long before you’ve come, once, twice, almost a third time, and he’s pulling his own boxers off to free his stiff cock. it points out, the tip leaking, and you’re opening your legs wider without even realizing it. he grabs your waist, sliding you closer to the edge of the bed, making sure you’re ready before he slides in, burying himself in you. he bottoms out, and you’re throwing your head back, a third orgasm threatening to crest as he starts up a rhythm. the muscles of his stomach ripple as he thrusts in and out. one of his hands is on your waist, the other slowly snaking its way back down to your clit. your toes curl at the feel of his calloused thumb rubbing circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. he’s groaning, low in his throat, at the way you look on his cock. it never gets old for him, ever. the way your cheeks flush, how adorable your blown out pupils are when you look up at him. your wet lashes, your messy hair. your entrance clenches around his cock as you come a third time, your hands gripping the bed sheets. jason comes along with you, groaning loudly as he paints your insides with white ropes of cum. he pulls out, wetting a washcloth in the bathroom. the wet, warm fabric feels like heaven against your sensitive folds, your boyfriend wiping away the mixture of fluids between your legs. you feel pleasantly boneless, sinking into the pillows at the head of the bed. your boyfriend cleans himself up after, settling into bed next to you. jason wraps his strong arms around you, and it’s better than any clothes you might steal. but what you don’t know, is that he’d let you steal his clothes anytime.

#okay tag yourself i’m the underwear thief #thinking about boyfriends and the clothing you steal from them #warm boyfriend clothes sound like heaven rn #no joke guys #y’all rockin with this style of writing? #i’m calling ‘em quick fics #quick! trademark it! #—ness’s quick fics #dc comics smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #red hood x you #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood smut #—ness writes #the batboys x you

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Love and deepspace hcs!☆

Characters: Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

C/w: none! Fluffy head canons for the main love interests in game!

A/n: hi guys! It’s been quite a long time :) i hope everyone has been doing well! Recently I’ve been obsessed with this game, the graphics and art is so good..hope you all enjoy!

Rafayel;

Apart from being sassy, deep down Rafayel loves your company. You’re the only one who stands him, despite his “bratty humor”, and more so how he wants to be your center of attention 100% of the time

Rafayel adores aquarium dates, or ones that involve his art, like an art exhibit that he meticulously prepared with his entire being. He thinks you’re cute whenever you point at one of his paintings; the same one that he dedicated for you

The only thing he expects from you the most is your time and dedication like said before, although, he loves it when you buy him things like fruits or ocean-themed plushies (even if he doesn’t admit to having 5 plushies on his bed)

Rafayel will definitely tease you by saying he didn’t get you anything when he’s not even trying to hide the jewelry box behind his back. Which in fact, is filled with family heirlooms and things like jellyfish inspired earrings or a whale bracelet..he intends in marrying you one day so it means a lot to him how you accept it!

Has the most exclusive nicknames for you, like his flower, the shine of his eyes, his ocean pearl..they’re mostly related sea terms but nothing out of the ordinary.

Xavier;

Always has a spare set of pijamas whenever you come over to stay during the night. Sometimes, he’ll match with you while in others, Xavier wears little clothing if it’s a hot summer night

His favorite type of dates is going to the observatory during a cold night, especially if he gets to share a blanket under the stars with you

Xavier is more of a simple guy, he doesn’t like over the top expensive gifts and would prefer things like flowers, a new bedsheet set, plushies…

However, when it comes to gift you things, Xavier would do anything (even if it was impossible to do so) like bringing down a star from the night sky for you. He opts in giving you a star/sun necklace that matched with his moon one

Xavier isn’t used to calling you his, although it’s cute whenever he gets shy, holding your hand while walking under the stars whenever he gets the chance to do so. But his favorite nickname is “his star”

Zayne;

Even with his busy schedule, Zayne makes time for you, or invites you to spend lunch with him. After all, he was pleased to see you smile while interacting with the restaurant’s cat.

He loves outdoor dates since he’s cooped up in an office most of his time, although Zayne wouldn’t mind inviting you to a restaurant or going to an arcade during the afternoon

Zayne loves to give you jewelry, simple things like charms for your bracelet or rings that end up matching with his and he will never ask for anything back. He actually dislikes seeing you spend money for him, after all, he wouldn’t hesitate to spoil his beloved

Even if he hates it when you spend money on him, Zayne is fond of flowers and keeps some in his home. You also buy him a phone case with a small cat design because his phone is in need of one.

Loves calling you his beloved, even more behind closed doors. Nicknames like my love, dearest, darling are his favorites for you

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #zayne x reader #zayne #xavier x reader #xavier #rafayel x reader #rafayel

[heartlilith]

The Rising Signs

Aries Rising

❤️Probably has something that makes them stand out whether that be tattoos, scars, or a birth mark

❤️Masculine features - defined jawline, thick eyebrows, muscular body, intense eyes

❤️Always looks like they’re on their way to bitch someone out hahaha

❤️High energy placement - walks quickly and with purpose, hates slow people and slow drivers (probably drives fast too)

❤️Don’t mess with people they care about because they will bitch you tf out on the spot

Taurus Rising

🌿Chill reserved stoner vibes

🌿Not a morning person whatsoever

🌿Likes the finer things in life; you’ll see them in nice clothes and even if their clothes aren’t expensive they look like it because they take care of their stuff

🌿Loves going out to eat

🌿Probably has a mother who cooks some bomb ass food 

Gemini Rising

✨Ive noticed a lot of Gemini risings have blonde hair and usually on the taller side

✨Smarter than you or at least they think they are

✨They are smart though and know the most random facts ever … but interesting none the less

✨Loves music and has a diverse taste

✨People like them because they’re easy to talk to and they’re very interesting; they have cool hobbies/skills and they tell funny/memorable stories

Cancer Rising

🦀 Looks like 🌚 and also they really resemble dolls

🦀 Females can act bitchy or defensive when first meeting them because they’re really sensitive but don’t want you to know cause they think it’s a weakness

🦀Same with males but probably worse - feels like they have to take on more Martian traits because they feel like being sensitive is shameful

🦀They have the cheeks that grandmas always pinching

🦀They also have a resting bitch face just like Capricorn rising but unlike their sister sign they wear their emotions, you can always tell if they’re pissed off

Leo Rising

☀️Beautiful hair but we already know that - they also have full lips and literally resemble the sun - happy, good vibes, and just a beam of fucking sunshine

☀️Want to do everything fun they make great friends

☀️High self esteem and even if they don’t, you wouldn’t know because they naturally come off as confident

☀️Kids love them

☀️Very comfortable in their skin especially as they get older

Virgo Rising

🥑 They look really “clean” if you know what I mean - like they always look neat and simple in a good way

🥑Beautiful skin and symmetrical faces

🥑I’ve noticed these people can get along and talk with anyone about anything thanks to their mutable energy

🥑Likes to match everything - clothes and accessories, nails with outfits, etc

🥑Can look younger than they really are

Libra Rising

💕Super sociable, polite, and kind

💕Probably popular in highschool or at least in their friend group

💕Can be fake nice to someone and talk about them behind their backs later

💕Aesthetically pleasing instagram

💕Great at doing makeup

Scorpio Rising

🦂Dark just dark - their eyes look dark even if they’re light colored, dark auras, tattoos, literally looks like a fucking shadow ok

🦂Doesn’t realize they death glare people they hate

🦂I love these people tbh they’re so intriguing and beautiful in a mysterious way

🦂DEFINITELY attracts obsessive people and friends

🦂Probably feels like they’ve been 20 different people in their lifetime - always transforming their image and looks

Sagittarius Rising

🗿Ok legssss 👏 fr tho they have stallion legs

🗿Also likes the finer things in life and will probably get them because they’re lucky in life and blessed

🗿Really funny placement and someone you want to have around all the time to do fun shit with

🗿Carefree for the most part but they have certain triggers that they’ll cause a fit over

🗿Usually hates commitment (depending on other aspects and planets) because they don’t want to be tied down or have a loss of freedom

Capricorn Rising

🪵 Resting bitch face - their face literally screams “please don’t talk to me”

🪵Likes neutral colors for clothes and such

🪵Wise asf and literally downloads information from the gods or maybe they’ve lived 100 lives who knows but they definitely know

🪵Will not be falling for your bullshit or buying any dream you sell

🪵Strives to be self sufficient and independent - oh and also NO SCRUBS (shoutout TLC)

Aquarius Rising

💨Kinda look like aliens but in a hot sexy way

💨Can get along with anyone they talk to like Virgo Rising

💨Rebellious and a trendsetter who can attract a lot of copy cats

💨These people actually knew the song before it was famous

💨Has a lot of friends that are all different personalities - they could have one nerdy smart friend and another friend that’s the captain of the football team (this is cliche but yk what I mean)

Pisces Rising

🐟Looks like a mermaid

🐟Beautiful people and angelic looking but they can’t see that so when people compliment them or stare they don’t really get it

🐟Looks different in every photo they’re in

🐟Another placement that attracts creeps and stalkers

🐟Picks up everyone’s energies around them which is why it’s important for them to be around good people

#rising signs #aries rising #taurus rising #gemini rising #cancer rising #leo rising #virgo rising #libra rising #scorpio rising #Sagittarius rising #Capricorn rising #Aquarius rising #Pisces rising #astrology community #astro observations #astrology #astro

[nohoney]

dragon king bakugou who pillages a a nomadic tribe with his men. they cause chaos, taking what they deem valuable and leaving utter destruction until they’re satisfied with the damage. he happens to see the biggest tent that pitched up in the entire encampment and makes his way to it. maybe there’s gold in it, treasure, good wine or ale that will warm his blood, or weapons.

even better, there’s a woman in it.

you’re cowering in the corner when bakugou enters the tent, shouting a battle cry in his language. he slaughters the man that seems to be your husband if the matching circlets are anything to go by, deciding to ignore the fancy and luxurious looking chest and going straight to you. it’s too easy to lift you and put you over his shoulder, you yelping in surprise but seeming to have enough sense to not fight back. bakugou kicks at the head of your husband first before walking through his spilled blood.

he’s directing his men to loot whatever they can use as he approaches his dragon. the beast bows to him, a loyal creature that bakugou had raised since he himself was a child, waiting patiently as he climbs onto the saddle that’s mounted onto the dragon’s back.

“if you fall, i won’t bother to catch you so you better hang on.” bakugou speaks in the common language, one of four he knows and seeing if you understand. you nod your head and hang on tightly, practically holding him in a death grip.

he’s brought you back to his home, pushing you to a gaggle of maidens to get you cleaned up while he takes inventory of what was taken. he expects to hear some update about you; that you’re screaming or fighting back, maybe even crying.

he gets no news aside from the fact that you’re scrubbed clean, you’ve been dressed, and you’re put in his quarters.

it’s a few hours before he finally goes into the privacy in his room. you’re sat by the fireplace, a dragon egg sitting on a bed of warmed coal nearby that you seemed to be looking at before his presence snapped your attention to him. you’re being docile, bowing slightly when he approaches but it makes bakugou be on guard.

you could be one of those witches that plays soft but poisons him in his sleep.

in your lap, the circlet you were wearing before is held delicately in your hands along with some ripped up white cloth that he doesn’t recognize.

“my king,” you speak first, addressing him formally which makes bakugou wary of you, “thank you.”

one of his eyebrows quirks up in question, unsure what he was being thanked for.

“today was my wedding day… i was to be married to a man that was going to make me his fourth wife. i dreaded it for the last year, and i prayed everyday to the gods to intervene in my fate. but nothing happened and i—i was beginning to despair as they prepared me for the ceremony.” you speak softly, your hands delicately tracing the metal of the circlet before petting over the precious jewel at the center of the piece, “but the gods answered my prayers and you saved me!”

a wedding, that explains the amount of inordinate amount of treasure that had been collected.

bakugou is stunned, watching as you stand up to your feet, the circlet and the white cloth dropping to the floor. he realizes now that the cloth you had in your lap was in fact the dress you were wearing before; your wedding dress.

you had been dressed in a robe, colored a rustic orange but with gold details intricately sewn into the fabric. the robe bakugou’s mother had made for him when he had been crowned as the dragon king. you undo the belt of it and let it fall open, the heavy fabric falling off your body as you present yourself to him. the glow of the fire makes your body look heavenly and your eyes shine brightly with an adoration that bakugou had never seen before.

“i want to thank you. please let me thank you for saving me.”

you step to him slowly, kicking aside the circlet and stepping on your wedding dress, your hands delicately touching his shoulders as if testing to see if he would push you away. bakugou doesn’t, still observing you carefully as you invade his space.

“allow me to show you my gratefulness, my king.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #dragon king bakugou

[inkdrinkerworld]

thinking about meeting the batfam for the first time as dick's gf...

Your palms are sweaty as you get ready, something simple Dick had said. ‘It’s just dinner, gorgeous.’

But you know of Bruce Wayne and simple doesn’t seem like what he does.

Still, you go with something classy and casual- a dress. A yellow spring dress that’s all the way to the floor and patterned with little green and blue flowers.

Dick comes in just as you finish your makeup and whistles. “Goddamn,” immediately his hands fall to your hips, pulling you into him the second you set your lip liners down. “You’re a smoke show.”

You giggle and will heat not to flush into your cheeks. “Dick,” he shakes his head. Kissing you quickly and then pulling away.

“It’s going to be great, don’t stress it. Everyone’s gonna love you.” He seems to think his words over as he looks you up and down again. “Actually, Damien might love you a little too much.”

“Dick, he’s a kid.” Damien is the youngest of the Wayne’s; only around thirteen.

When you get to Wayne Manor, you’re glad you’ve worn a dress, Jason is dressed up in soft pants and a polo, Bruce is wearing a black shirt and black dress pants, Dick is matching you a little- blue shirt and soft pants and Damien looks at least a little uncomfortable in the smart clothes he’s in.

“Dick, I really did think you were lying about having a girlfriend.” Jason says and he scowls good naturedly.

“Well, she’s real. Baby this is Jason,” he points to each of them. “Damien and the big guy’s Bruce. Guys, this is Y/N.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you say shyly and they all say the same. Damien who scowls and talks in mostly grumbles through the dinner seems to open up to you and takes pride in saying something flirty just to piss off Dick.

“So what do you do?” Bruce asks and you smile, setting your cutlery down to take a sip of your drink.

“I teach pre-school for now.” You answer honestly and Bruce’s eyebrows shoot up.

“For now?” You nod politely.

“I’m not sure if I want to venture into elementary or middle school or remain with the younger groups. They’re fun, but I also think teaching a group a couple years older would be fun as well.”

Bruce nods, “Maybe you can get a day in Damien’s school to see what it would be like.”

Dick smiles at the offer, knowing the old man doesn’t do that with just anyone.

“So I’d get to see you all day?” Damien asks with a smile and you take a peak at Dick to see him scowling.

“You’re pushing you luck Al Ghul.” Dick says and you roll your eyes.

“Ignore him, he’s all talk no bite.” You whisper to Damien who seems pleased with the fact that you are willing to mess with Dick.

“Want to take a walk around?” Dick asks after the plates are taken away and you nod, taking his hand as he helps you out of the chair and leads you down a hallway.

“They’re nice.” You whisper and Dick grins.

“Yeah? Bruce likes you a lot.” He says honestly and just to see if it’s a real or pretend annoyance you say,

“So does Damien.” Dick rolls his eyes.

“I told you he’d love you too much,” he sighs as you reach a landing. “But he is a kid and he likes being a little shit with me more than the others.”

“Is this your old room, Grayson?” You ask as he pushes open a door and you’re met with a bed, what looks like gymnast equipment and bare cupboards.

“Mhm,” his eyebrows dance and you scoff, slapping his chest making him laugh. “What? I just thought you’d like to see the room that gave me all these bulging muscles.”

You laugh as he flexes but Dick pulls you further into the room. “No but I thought you’d like a little quiet moment before Alfred brings out dessert.”

You raise an eyebrow. Dick smiles bashfully, “I haven’t kissed you since we left the house,” you smile and lean up to kiss his lips. Dick doesn’t let it just be a peck, he keeps you in place with a hand behind your neck and deepens it.

“Better?” You ask him and he nods, kissing your cheeks.

“I don’t like sharing you with them.” He says and you laugh loudly, sitting on his old, springy bed.

“Dick Grayson, I never thought you’d be jealous of your brothers.” He comes closer to you, moving over you till you’re laying on your back, your hair fanned out in the sheets as he hovers over you.

“Jealous? No, those idiots don’t scare me,” One of his hands finds the hem of your dress, stroking the skin of your thigh. “You know I just like you obsessed with me, I like when your eyes are on me only.”

“You’re a menace,” you breathe out and Dick laughs when you move his hand and straighten your dress. “An absolute menace,” you stand and take his outstretched hand. “Take me to see the garden?”

“Whatever you want, my gorgeous girl.”

#dickgrayson #dick grayson #dick grayson one shot #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson drabble #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson blurb #dick grayson fic #dick grayson x black reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x yn #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader

[ellecdc]

ELLE !! OMGGGG i read a fanfic based on the movie flipped and i immediately thought of you and how you would eat this trope up or more specifically a childhood best friends to lovers !!

like one day either one or all of the marauders are spending the day with reader then all of a sudden the boys’ hearts start beating a little faster at reader’s laughter or they’re mesmerized by their little subtle quirks and now they’re like “oh fuck… i think i LOVE them love them”

this is not necessarily a request but if you decide to write something like this then YIPPIEEE FLUFF but if not then its just a cute little scenario to think about !!

this was such a sweet idea 🥹 thank you so much for your request 🫶

Sirius Black x gn!reader who he's - oh shit - in love with

Life hadn’t been particularly easy for Sirius.

He was born into a family not out of love but out of obligation.

In fact, he hadn’t ever really known love outside of whatever affection he held for his baby brother until he met his friends. 

He’d been beaten, starved, ignored, and tortured into compliance all before the age of 11; and it only continued tenfold upon his return from school after having been sorted into the wrong house. 

In fact, a lot about Sirius was wrong.

He had the wrong opinions, the wrong hair, the wrong style, the wrong language, the wrong grades, the wrong loyalty.

Sirius was wrong.

At least that’s what his family would have said.

However, Sirius eventually learned that it wasn’t him who had been wrong all this time; it was them.

And whilst removing them from him was very difficult - seeing as they were the ones who bred and raised him - he felt he was doing a pretty decent job of it.

Unfortunately, that meant leaving his baby brother Regulus, and you, behind. 

From as far back as Sirius could remember, everything was always chosen for him; his friends, his interests, his hobbies, the volume of his voice, the clothes he wore, the way he presented himself etcetera, etcetera. 

And though that was technically still true of his dedication to his brother and his companionship with you; the two of you were the only good things to have ever come from his life as a Black. 

His friendship with you was a cherished one.

Perhaps one of the only people who truly got it; who knew what Sirius went through. 

You were the silver lining at every grey and dreary Pureblood Gala and Sacred 28 dinner party.

You were his biggest advocate and protector when it came to his older cousins and the other older Purebloods. 

And you were the only reason Sirius could bring himself to flee that horrid night in the summer before sixth year; he could only leave knowing that Regulus would at least still have you.

But it hurt. 

It hurt knowing he had left you and Regulus to fend for yourselves.

He felt like a coward; like he betrayed the two people who he cared for most.

And he was still so scared; even now, albeit for different reasons.

He was scared because he was certain that when he returned to Hogwarts that September, you and Regulus would hate him.

But apparently, his fears were wrong too.

Because two weeks before the end of summer; two weeks before you would all be piling onto the Hogwarts Express to return to Scotland, you and Regulus showed up to Potter Manor wearing matching timid grins, yet seemingly no worse for wear. 

Somehow, you had gotten yourself and Reggie out of the terror that was your familial homes, and were staying with friends up in Ottery St.Catchpole. 

Sirius never really imagined getting to have his cake at all, let alone getting to have his cake and eating it too. 

Yet, here he sat on a warm summer evening at Potter Manor with James, Remus, Peter, Reggie, and you around a crackling bonfire among the sounds of peeping frogs and chirping crickets as you told some grandiose story about you and Regulus trekking through a vast field where Regulus stumbled in a hidden hole in the ground and cursed for five minutes straight in both English and French before the two of you laughed so hard that you cried. 

Your face was flushed and you were slightly breathless as you narrated your tale; arms flying wildly as you drew a rather descriptive picture of both your surroundings and your actions. Every so often you would reach over to shake Regulus’ shoulder as he hid his face behind his hands, laughing along with you and daring to interrupt if he felt you were overexaggerating some details or not painting him in a flattering enough light. 

What was likely a rather stressful and arduous journey across the Southern half of the country seemed to be nothing but a grand adventure as you retold your experience.

Sirius liked that about you; everything was an adventure with you. You never let Regulus or Sirius feel too poorly for themselves for too long, telling them it was going to be great for their character development.

“I think I’m rather well developed already, sweetheart.” He’d grumbled at you once. You laughed like he had something truly funny. 

And this was no different. From looking at Regulus, Sirius would never guess he’d just absconded from his volatile, abusive, and downright scary family; Regulus rather looked like he was retelling the happenings of a juvenile prank-filled slumber party (which Sirius would know a thing or two about). 

And he looked good. Not like Sirius looked when he first arrived at the Manor; bloodied, bruised, starved, and soaked to the bone. Regulus was healthy, vibrant, and bright. Hopeful. 

That’s the effect you had on people; you filled them with hope. Hope that it would be okay, hope that it would be better, hope that one day you might actually deserve the things you so desperately craved.

You had certainly done that for Sirius.

And looking at how good Regulus appeared, he couldn’t deny the same of you.

You were bright, animated, overflowing with a crackling energy and excitement that might even rival James’.

Sirius realised then that you were everything Sirius ever hoped to be.

Bold, assured, daring, caring, vivacious, kind, and so full of love.

And it seemed to him that the way the firelight was currently reflecting off of your face, as if the fire was somehow brighter from just simply being within your proximity, that you were far more beautiful than Sirius remembered you.

He hadn’t realised he’d been remembering you.

He had missed you; quite terribly, at that.

He missed your reassuring words, he missed your soft gazes, he missed your gentle hugs, and he missed the way that just knowing you were within his vicinity eased a ball of tension he hadn’t even realised resided deep within him. 

And he missed getting to see you; like this most of all.

Lovely, happy, carefree, and beautiful.

He wondered how he’d gone so long without it.

Was a little over a month considered long? He supposed it didn’t much matter, seeing as it certainly felt that way.

Too long.

Sirius never wanted to go that long without you again. You were too important to him, too precious, too sacred, too-

Oh.

Oh. 

Oh.

Sirius Black was bloody in love. With you.

Sirius Black was in love with you.

What likely should have sent Sirius spiralling (and certainly would have a little over a month ago) did nothing but cause him to smile softly as you let out a rather boisterous laugh that sounded like a symphony to Sirius’ ears.

And so, it should be commemorated for future generations to come:

Here sat Sirius Black… having his cake and eating it too.

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius orion black #sirius and regulus #the marauders #sirius black fic #sirius black blurb #sirius black ficlet #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #marauders imagine #gn!reader #sirius black x gn!reader #ellecdc fics

[fromxxthexxashes]

One thing I learned in my screenwriting class is that things and details put into film/TV are intentional. Leave aside misplaced coffee cups, boom mics, and sneakers, everything that ends up in the final cut is important. As we learned with 7x06, time is an incredibly limited commodity, and sometimes things get cut. That means that whatever shots/scenes/moments end up being in the final edit are there for a reason. With that being said, I think it’s incredibly interesting that Eddie is being included - narratively, blocking, and camera framing-wise - in Buck’s journey with discovering his sexuality and his relationship with Tommy.

For one, why choose Eddie to befriend Tommy? They could have easily had Chimney hang out with Tommy, seeing as they already knew each other. But they choose Eddie, and they choose to have Buck spend the entire episode talking about Eddie. Why include confusion regarding whose attention Buck was really trying to get? Why show Buck coming to this conclusion that he was trying to get Tommy’s attention, but also show Buck talking about Eddie and peacocking in front of Eddie so consistently in 7x04? Why choose Eddie to be the one to interrupt the BuckTommy date? Why have Buck spend all of 7x05 more worried about lying to Eddie than about his failed date with Tommy? Why put so much time and emphasis on Buck’s coming out to Eddie? Why insert Eddie so obviously into Buck’s sexuality storyline, when they could be giving that precious screen time to Tommy?

In 7x06, Eddie comes in, proudly dressed up in the matching costume he suggested he and Buck wear. Right after Eddie comes in, Tommy enters wearing the most boring clothes anyone can wear to a party. Not only that, but Buck told him that there was an 80s theme, and he put in no effort to adhere to said theme. He was even dismissive about it, and Buck was clearly a little disappointed about it.

For one, why have Eddie show up first? They could have given that time to Tommy to enter first and develop that relationship if they really wanted the audience to root for them. Instead, they highlighted, once again this season, the relationship and effortless dynamic between Buck and Eddie. For another, why make such a big deal of Tommy being the odd one out, while vocally addressing the fact that Buck and Eddie are literally wearing matching costumes? They didn’t have to be matching, they could have worn any 80s costume. But they choose to dress these two in the attire of two characters in a TV show who are queer-coded partners and best friends.

Why show Eddie being arguably petty and jealous, with Tommy in that scene? Why frame him in the middle of them, why focus on Eddie’s reactions to Buck and Tommy? They could have focused and Buck and Tommy together and individually, but they chose to show Eddie right there in the middle and in the background.

And after Tommy leaves, do you know who stays? Do you know who is the only one that stays? Oh, yeah, it’s Eddie. It’s Eddie who easily goes along with Buck’s shenanigans. It’s Eddie that Buck clings to all night at the bachelor party. It’s Eddie that Buck shares most of his screen time with. They had to cut out 30 minutes of content for 7x06, yet they purposely included Eddie’s reaction to Buck coming out, when we already had his reaction. They could have included any number of people who we hadn’t seen react, but they chose to pan from Buck to Eddie.

They could give screen time to both Buck and Eddie’s current respective romantic partners, but they chose to give screen time to Buck and Eddie, consistently. Why keep making these choices to include Eddie in this storyline, and give precious screen time to that inclusion, if there is no intention to take it somewhere?

It’s all intentional, how they’re including Eddie. It’s all intentional how they keep showing us the relationship between Buck and Eddie. They’re subtly weaving in these moments, shots, comments, and scenes with Eddie and with Buck with the purpose of leading somewhere with Buddie as something more. It’s the same thing they did with Buck’s bisexuality. Now we look back at all the subtext and the little nods, and think “We were right” or “Oh, that makes sense”. They’re doing it with Buddie, too, and I think they have been for a while. They’re doing it so they can introduce this long-term friendship-to-romance arc in a way that is well-built and developed. They’re doing it so we could look back, and think “Oh, yeah, this has been developing this whole time”. They’re doing it so casual fans can be gradually warmed up and conditioned for Buddie, and for the more dedicated fans to notice, pick apart, and cling to. If they didn’t want us to root for Buck and Eddie they wouldn’t keep intentionally choosing to frame them as two people with an incredibly close bond that continuously overshadows their respective relationships. They’re writing and filming in this way so they can have these little, and sometimes not so little, moments to build on when they finally go somewhere romantic with Buck and Eddie.

#buddie #911 #911 on abc #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #911 spoilers #tv: 911 #911 season 7

[babyleostuff]

partner privileges | performance unit

thank you guys for the ideas and help <3 vocal unit coming soon!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KWON SOONYOUNG 

One word from his partner and he’s like “aye aye captain!”. It’s not necessarily because he's very easy to manipulate, but the words of his significant other are the most important thing for him. Soonyoung would do anything for them. So, even if he’d be currently fighting with Seungkwan, the moment he hears anything from his partner, he’s all like “yes, what do you need sweetie?”. And his whole attitude changes so much whenever they’re in the same room, it’s like they’re the only thing there, and all of his focus is on his partner.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WEN JUNHUI 

Jun is a bit more low key when it comes to his affection, especially physical touch, BUT he would let his partner do anything and everything to him (of course unless it made him uncomfortable). He would gladly let his significant other play with his hands and rings, let them touch his hair, and cling onto him whenever they felt like it. He has heart eyes for them practically 98% of the time, so he would not be able to tell them “no” when it comes to physical affection. And also just the fact that his partner finds so much comfort in simply holding him, makes him feel so soft. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ XU MINGHAO 

Hao is very serious about his fashion, and we love it. But due to that, he isn’t always that fond of sharing his clothes, especially the more expensive ones. Cue in his partner who gets to wear his stuff all of the time. Anything that’s in his closet is his partner’s as well. And they boys would think that that’s so unfair because “i wanted to borrow that shirt, and you didn’t let me!”. Well, his partner gets the special Hao treatment, and they can wear whatever they want. Besides, he would love to see his partner in his clothes, especially if they could match it with him in a low key way. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ LEE CHAN 

Being able to baby him. And it makes the member so jealous, because he usually fusses about being babied by the others, but when it comes to his partner??? He loves it. Like, the boys would be so annoyed at his significant other when they get to squish Chan’s cheeks and call him “baby”, because they don’t get to do it. SO unfair in their opinion. And it’s not like they’d be doing it in an infantilizing way, because of course he doesn't want to be treated like a literal child, but he would let his partner take care of him, and let them call him “baby”, and he would act a bit more like a maknae around them.

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[fict1onallyobsessed]

hi, may i request a rhea ripley x fem! reader in which rhea's clothes keep disappearing from her wardrobe and she wonders who it could be until she caughts y/n wearing her hoodie? 🥺

Missing Attire

Rhea Ripley x Reader

“Babe, have you seen the black and white hoodie I bought not long ago?”

Rhea’s voice was muffled through the bathroom door but your heart sank a little as you stood silently, thinking about what you could possibly say this time as an excuse.

“…in the wash.”

“In the wash? It was brand new.”

You unlocked the bathroom door, walked out and shrugged as you watched her shuffle for something else she could wear apart from that. Still, you knew you wouldn’t be getting away with this for much longer. Stealing her clothes when she was away was a habit you took up a while ago, but now it has gently faded into a more common thing even when she was home.

The fact she hadn’t realised yet was a miracle in itself.

“Heard you’re meant to wash new clothes, you know, good for the skin…or something.” Lies spewed through your teeth, white lies of course, but nevertheless sinful. You were out of her normal hoodies so you had to settle on a new one she wore once while you washed the others.

She stared at you with a questioning look in her eyes, a small smirk on her face as a gentle “uh-huh” left her lips. You watched as she looked through every draw possible to find a hoodie that matched her outfit, the muscles on her back barely covered by the black bra she was wearing.

“What about the sweats I just washed? They were clean, how come they’re in the wash again today?”

She didn’t actually seemed bothered, instead asking nonchalantly as she finally started to put on the clothes she found, turning towards you as she did so.

You tried not to laugh and you managed to reduce it to a huff, hands coming up to run through your hair to mask your smirk. You shrugged again, laying back down into your shared bed as you stared at the ceiling.

“Just found ‘em laying somewhere probably, dunno, don’t remember.”

“Uh-huh.” She repeated, walking closer to the bed you were laying in and stared down at you. She signed as she climbed onto the bed, laying her whole body weight on yours as she laid her head on your chest. “If you say so.”

The time she actually caught you wearing her hoodie was after she came back from the gym one day. She left before you woke up, leaving you alone in the bed with nothing but Barry and Luna to cuddle with. However, you recently couldn’t sleep without her around, and the next best thing you had was the scent on her clothes.

So, when she came back, you’d changed your attire, one of her hoodies on your body as you snored away hugging Luna as she slept beside you. Barry was half awake head butting Rhea’s leg as she looked down at the sight in front of her.

You honestly thought you’d be awake before she came back, but clearly you’d managed to over sleep every natural alarm clock in your body and proceeded to sleep later than usual.

She’s showered at the gym, so she couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to get back into bed with you. She barely managed to get in before you stirred awake, hand coming up to rub some of the tiredness out of you eyes.

“If you wanted to take my clothes you could have just said, I wouldn’t have minded.” Her voice was really soft, a small sign escaping her lips once she was situated and cuddles close to you.

You froze a bit before accepting your fate, it didn’t even process quick enough that she was indeed back and indeed laying on top of you again before she spoke up again.

“I knew it was you.”

You giggled a bit, playing with the ends of her short hair, running your hands through it.

“Well it wouldn’t have been Barry, would it?”

She laughed and the both of you watched Barry jump onto the bed after hearing his name. Both of the dogs cuddling clothes to the two of you, a cosy and mellow atmosphere falling in the room.

THE END

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[stellamancer]

considerate (reader x satoru gojo)

notes: blah blah blah comfort fic. lmaoo. um, i love steamed buns. i bought some frozen pizza buns from my local japanese grocery store during the writing process. they are indeed good. if you have never had them i hope you get to try one day.

contains: f!reader (inferred to be wearing lingerie), tsundere-ish reader, eating food, gojo. part of the infinite loop fic verse

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All you want to do is sleep.

It’s been a rough week— three difficult missions back to back with no time to rest in between. By the time you’d finished the last one, you were practically dead on your feet. It’s times like these that you’re glad for the room you have on the campus of Jujutsu High; you think you’ll collapse before you can make it back to your actual apartment.

In fact, you almost do anyway– you’re barely through the door of your room when the exhaustion tries to take you by force. It takes every fiber of your being to at least shed your curse-stained clothes before you become one with the bed.

Your sleep is blissfully empty.

And it ends far too soon.

A loud series of knocks forces you from your slumber. You groan and pull the pillow over your head as if it’ll make the sound stop, but it doesn’t. After a few minutes of constant, incessant banging, you finally give up and crawl out of bed.

There’s only one person you know who would relentlessly pound someone’s door and when you throw your door open you find him— Satoru Gojo on the other side. He’s dressed casually, comfortably in sweats and a hoodie, for a day off, sporting tinted glasses instead of that blindfold he likes so much.

“What?” you demand.

Gojo peers at you over the top of his glasses, lips twitching as if he’s trying not to smile. “You need a minute?”

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

The smile finally makes its way onto his face and you can’t help but feel annoyed. Gojo points at you with a long, slender finger and says. “Matching set, huh?”

It’s then that you realize that you are only wearing your underwear.

Embarrassment surges through your body. You had forgotten that you hadn’t bothered changing into any sort of sleepwear— you’d only taken off your dirty clothes. Mortified, you slam the door in Gojo’s face.

If thoughts could kill, one of you would be dead on the floor right now; you haven’t quite decided who yet.

You shuffle around your room and throw on the first set of comfortable clothes you can find. Just as you’re fitting your head through the sweatshirt you hear him knock again.

“I’m still out here!” he hollers.

“Get lost!” you snap.

“But I brought food!” he whines. “I brought steamed buns!”

His words make you pause. When was the last time you ate? Yesterday morning? You don’t feel particularly hungry, but that could be because you just woke up.

“They’re getting cold!”

You weigh your options. Accepting food from Gojo is far from the worst thing in the world. It also saves you the effort of going to find something; it’s your day off, and the less you have to move the better.

With a heavy sigh, you finish dressing before opening the door again. The second Gojo comes into view, he beams at you and holds up a plastic bag from FamilyMart. You reach for it, but he raises it up, keeping it out of your grasp.

“Now, now,” he tuts as if he is reprimanding an overeager child. “I was thinking we could share. There’s way too many for one person, don’t you think?”

You don’t know how many steamed buns are in there, but you’ve seen Gojo eat: you know he could polish off that whole bag. Honestly, you probably could too. “Wanna bet?”

Gojo grins. “Sure. If you can’t finish them all then you have to spend the entire day with me.”

Not the way you’d want to spend your day off. “And if I can?”

“Then you get to have all the steamed buns I bought!” he says cheerfully. “Awesome prize, right?”

You scowl. “No, that's a shit prize and you know it.”

“Okay then, what kind of prize would you prefer?” There’s something ominous about the way Gojo’s looking at you right now; he’s smiling but you feel almost as if you’re looking at some sort of feral predator. Letting you choose your own prize sounds like some sort of trap and you wouldn't put it past him to twist whatever you choose to suit his own agenda.

“...can I think about it while I eat?” you ask.

“Sure.” Gojo shoots you a knowing smile, fully aware of the fact that you're just trying to buy time to figure out how to get out of whatever he's scheming. He hands you the bag of steamed buns and pushes past you into your room, settling himself against the wall opposite your bed.

You peer into the shopping bag and even though he said he’d brought steamed buns there’s other stuff in the bag. Some other miscellaneous snacks, candy and a few bottles of water and Gojo’s favorite brand of cola. A little excessive, but then again, everything about Gojo is excessive. You fish out the paper bag holding your food and hand the rest to Gojo before plopping back onto your bed. Knowing who bought them, you expect to find only red bean buns and custard buns in the paper bag; after all, his sweet tooth knows no bounds. But, to your surprise, there’s actually a bit of variety. You recognize the smooth tops of what are either red bean buns or custard buns, but also the crimped tops of what are likely pork buns as well as…

“Pizza buns…?” you mutter quietly, fishing one from the bag. Similar to the pork buns, they have a crimped top, but instead of a pale off white of a regular pork bun, the bread is a pale orange color.

Gojo chuckles and you look up at him. There's a cocky grin plastered to his face. “They are your favorite, aren't they?”

You gawk at him, heartbeat stuttering a little in your chest. He’s right; they are your favorite, but you’ve only ever mentioned it a handful of times.

It’s… surprising that he even remembered.

Gojo always manages to catch you off-guard when he remembers the little things like this. It really shouldn’t surprise you; he’s the same way with his students, and yet…

Your heart skips yet another set of beats.

“Did you finally fall in love with me?” he asks, sounding infinitely amused.

His question reminds you that, surprisingly thoughtful or not, Satoru Gojo still remains to be the most annoying man in existence. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, if you say so…” His tone makes it clear that he doesn't believe you and you know better than to try and convince him otherwise; Gojo can be as delusional as he wants. “Better eat up before they get all sad and cold!”

“Yeah, yeah…” You grumble. “Thanks again.”

You shove the pizza bun in your mouth. It's the perfect temperature: hot but not enough to scald your tongue. You finish it in a few bites and grab another. From the looks of it, there's probably a little over a dozen steamed buns in the bag. You think that's doable as you polish off your second bun (a juicy pork bun).

As you start to eat the third (a cheese curry bun), you notice Gojo staring at you over the top of his glasses. His eyes, unnaturally bright and blue as always bore into you; and something about his gaze is almost expectant, waiting— for what you don’t really know. It’s kind of weird, honestly, you would have expected him to play with his phone or whatever, not just… watch you eat. Without averting your gaze, you slowly take a bite into the steamed bun.

Gojo continues to watch you.

Creepy.

You keep staring back at him as you finish the third bun and you don’t break eye contact as you reach in for another one. Gojo continues to watch you, his expression focused. You’re starting to get a little unnerved now. It doesn’t even seem like he’s blinking. You shift a little to the left and his eyes follow the movement.

Halfway through the fourth bun (a custard bun), you decide to finally say something. “Do you have to stare?”

Gojo snickers, mischievous. That never means anything good. “Yeah? I mean, I have to make sure you eat them all, don’t I?”

“...do you think I’m going to shove them in my shirt and hide them or something?”

For a split second, his expression falters, the briefest look of shock crossing his features before he snorts. “You’re welcome to try, but it’s an automatic loss if you do!”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. No way that you’re going to waste perfectly good steamed buns. That just means you’ll have to ignore Gojo’s incessant starting.

Which turns out to be easier said than done.

After your fifth bun, you’re starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Almost like you’re an animal in a zoo. Not only that, but you’ve noticed that Gojo’s been slowly moving closer. He started over against the wall, but now he’s practically at your feet, staring up at you. HIs pupils are blown wide and it’s almost like he’s staring into your soul.

You stop eating.

You wait for Gojo to say something, some smartass remark or tease you about being full or something.

He says nothing.

Gojo only continues to stare at you, silent as his eyes look impossibly bigger. It doesn’t just look like he’s begging for one of the steamed buns, but for something else. Your heartbeat echoes in your ears as you try to figure out what it could possibly be. With each second, the thumping grows louder and louder and Gojo seems to be moving closer and closer despite being still firmly planted to the ground.

Is it you that’s inching toward him now?

The realization startles you. Why would you even—? Panicked, you reach into the bag and pull out a bun at random and shove it in Gojo’s face. He makes a surprised sound but it’s muffled by the bun.

“Just take one already!” you exclaim, pressing it to his mouth as hard as you can without smashing it to pieces. It occurs to you that he might gloat about you feeding him by hand but you’ll deal with that later. You need to get him to stop looking at you like that now.

He laughs, triumphant as he removes the bun from your grasp and takes a big, big bite out of it. “Looks like I win. As usual.”

You merely grumble, watching as he polishes off the steamed bun in no time flat. He holds out his hand, wiggling his fingers and you hand him another. It’s fine. Just because you can finish all these steamed buns doesn’t mean that you should.

As for having to spend the entire day with Gojo… You try to look on the bright side and tell yourself that there are worse fates out there. After all, you could be working.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Gojo asks mid-bite.

“I don’t really wanna do much of anything,” you grouse. You suppose it’s nice of Gojo to ask, when you know the reality is that you’ll be at the mercy of his whims for the rest of the day. Mentally, you brace yourself to be dragged around Tokyo, shopping or whatever it is he likes to do on his time off.

Gojo chuckles softly and the sound of it makes your stomach drop. You don’t like it. Something about it is dangerous. “Okay, let’s just stay here then, play a video game or something.”

You can’t help but stare at him. Then you think of the snacks and drinks he brought along and the fact that he’s dressed more for lounging than going out. You wouldn’t put it past Gojo to intend to occupy your entire day, but could it be that he planned to just hang out in your room the entire time? Playing video games or watching movies because he figured you wouldn’t have the energy to go anywhere.

No.

There’s no way that the most selfish and annoying man you know is that considerate.

Gojo tilts his head to the side and offers you a gentle smile, eyes glimmering behind his glasses. You swallow thickly, nervously, ignoring the odd feeling in your chest. There’s just no way.

No way at all.

after many hours of playing video games with gojo you muster the energy to tell him you want to go out to eat. he pays. it's not a date (it's so totally a date).

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #jjk x reader #infinite loop!verse

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Fierce Deity Edition

And the winner of the poll (Which isn't technically over) is, in a surprising turn of events, Fierce! Sage had the lead for a while and then it was Legend, and then the man himself pulled ahead!

I was watching it the whole time while writing this like "you better not change."

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's the silent broody type, but every touch of his is startlingly soft. But he's pretty good at aftercare, all things considered! He's probably the type to have a set routine that he goes through each and every time. A wipe down and then a bath and then probably letting you lay on his chest while he towel dries you off <33

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On his partner? Everything. He can't chose. That would be sacrilegious. He loves every part of you. Every bump, scar, insecurity is what makes you, you. And he'll be damned before he doesn't worship every inch of your entire being.

On him? (I'll have everyone know I almost put hands here. AGAIN.) Probably his back or chest. Now, I know that sounds weird, but it's the first place your hands mark in glorious streaks of white when he's buried deep within you. It's one of the only places he can wear the marks you have graced him with so proudly. It's where you sign your name and place your claim on his heart, soul and entire being.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Man cums a lot. Be forewarned. It's thick and it's creamy and there's always a lot. Another Link with those heavy breeder balls, you know? Ones just begging to be drained into your pretty little hole. Which is exactly where he does it. Every single time. Anywhere else is a waste.

And he refuses to be wasteful.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is always secretly terrified that he could somehow in someway hurt you. So when you take control and ride him, bouncing up and down, over and over and over again, he just feels himself fall deeper into devotion for you. Because you aren't afraid. He's slaughtered thousands. And yet, you cradle him like he is a saint. This is only proven when your above him, using him like a toy and trusting that he won't do anything to take back control.

Because he won't.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fierce was never one for sex. I'm gonna go right off the bat with that. In fact, you're probably his first. That being said, if he lets you sleep with him, he's probably finding ways to spend the rest of his immortal years with you. You aren't leaving him. He won't let you. He's only willing to learn your body. What makes you tick. Not anyone else. He has no care for anyone else.

And he's a fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary all the way. He'll do others, but I can't see him really enjoying them. With Missionary he gets to watch your facial features and the way you heave breath after heavy breath, watching as he disappears into your greedy little hole over and over again.

So yeah, he loves missionary. Even if a breeding press also has it's place in his chest cavity (bc I'm not sure if he has a heart hfof)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You're kidding, right?

This man has no sense of humor. Period. Maybe he'll give you a small twitch of his lips, but other than that, he's the same stoic faced, bare boned man he portrays. So if he doesn't laugh during the times he's clothed, there's like negative chances of him doing it when he's naked.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I like to think every part of him is strictly uniform. Every part. His pubic hair is nicely groomed and trimmed and still the same stark white as the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I could go either way with this. On one hand, he probably doesn't know a whole lot about Romance. Just devotion. And his devotion is so whole and honest in a way I don't think I could truly describe. Everything he does is for you. Your attention. Your approval. Your everything.

On another hand, if his lover wishes for romance, he shall do all the research necessary to ensure he is properly versed in every courting method there is. Anything his darling wants. Their wish is his command.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never. Not once. He has zero interest in touching himself. None at all. As far as he's concerned, his dick is yours and yours alone. He merely carries it around. He has no right to touch whats yours.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

HUGE CORRUPTION KINK.

There I said it. He's so into taking this pristine art of the Golden three and just absolutely ruining it. Making your eyes red and puffy with tears as you cry out for him, bruising the delicate flesh on your hips with a grip tight enough to keep you in place, claiming you in every way you claim him as the biggest fuck you to the goddesses who blessed you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere private. He has absolutely no interest in sharing the view of you. That is his and his alone. He believes that sex is such an intimate thing, it's his holy time.

And he doesn't share

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. Anything with you. You could breath in his direction and he's hard and ready to go. If you give him the opportunity, he'll worship you all day every day. Just give him the word.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any form of physical harm. He refuses to do that. Absolutely refuses. His hands are stained with thousands of years of blood and he refuses to let yours be there as well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving all the way. That is his purest form of devotion and that's his sacred time. He could spend hours down there if you'd let him. So please let him. Plus, he's a god at oral. He's so focused on you and your reactions, you have no complaints regarding his head game.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Anything his lover wants. If they want slow and sensual, he'll do it. Fast and rough? He's pinning them down. Long, hard drags? Done. Shallow thrusts that have you crying out? Anything you wish.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hates them. Hates them hates them hates them. SO MUCH. He refuses to rush his prayers to you. REFUSES. It's frankly insulting to insinuate he would ever do such a thing. He is taking his time in taking you apart and not speeding up even for the end of the world.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nope. No risks. Anything risking his time with you is a big no-no. That's his special time. His moment of prayer and devotion and it is not to be interrupted.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

All day and all night. The only thing stopping him is his partner pressing the red light. He can go forever if you'd let him. He has no limit. He is a Deity after all. <3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

None. Hates them too. Why have something as stupid as a toy there to try and please you when he does it well enough on his own? Why have any form of an imposter when he is there? Why insult his abilities with knockoffs like that?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He enjoys it at any given point, but not a lot. Just enough to have his lover crying out his name. Just enough to have them yearning for him in just a fraction of the way he yearns for them.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

SILENT. Wouldn't say shit if he had a mouthful. Why bother? Any noise he makes is just taking away from what your crying out and he refuses to distract himself from that pure choir. A hymn of his own making.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If his lover asked, he'd let them peg him. He'd bottom for his lover. He'd give away any control if it meant keeping his lover. Want to wrap him up in satin red ribbons and keep his limbs starfished for your exploration?

He'd do it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

PACKING BIG HEAT Like, it's almost too big to take. Ten to eleven inches with GIRTH, maybe twelve when hard. Veiny too and he's circumcised. Has the prettiest head, just a lovely red that you can't help but want to suck. And BIG BREEDER BALLS <333

Just drain them dry babes <33

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could go at any time, he just hides it. You say the word and he's following like an obedient puppy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Does not sleep. He's holding you and watching to ensure you take every breath he needs you to take. He's watching you all night just to make sure you live to see the next day <3

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #linked universe #link x reader #loz #cindersins #lu fierce deity #lu fierce deity x reader #yandere lu fierce deity #yander lu fierce deity x reader #fierce deity x reader #fierce deity my beloved

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | New Year's Special ✨️

In which Jungkook gets distracted.. by you, as always.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, fluff, smut

Length: 1k Words

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New years is always a special occasion for you both.

Due to the fact that you kind of forgot at this point at what time and date you began to start dating, new years marks always another year of your relationship, and is celebrated as such. A new milestone, an anniversary, and a day of aiming for another full year together in the future.

You've already eaten, had a beer or two, before you technically wanted to watch the new year’s fireworks from your apartment’s small balcony. But, as always, things don’t go to plan-

So instead, right now, you’re busy with each other, his hands underneath your baggy shirt as he kisses you silly, thoroughly immersed in you. He’s complained the entire last week of this year about the fact that he’s still behind on his app, and how ridiculous that is- he created it after all, he should also be on top of the leaderboard!

Only two orgasms are missing. And he knows there’s extra points for time and style.

To everyone else, Jungkook must seem like way too much to handle- and he really isn’t easy. He’s stubborn, he’s whiny, he’s sometimes petty and he tends to be unable to let some things go that he bit down on- but you love him, and so you’ve come to love all those habits of him too.

And, to be fair you’re not easy either. You know that your tamper can be a lot, and that you’re pretty hot-headed. But that, he loves too. Because it’s simply you- and he will forever love you.

You’re on his lap on your shared bed that you technically only wanted to change the sheets of- but it’s Jungkook, and he can never really get enough of you. It’s like he’s always up for it, no matter where and when, even when he’s exhausted from work he still wants to have you close like this.

And close to you he is, right now.

He moves you both around, eagerly helps you shed your shirt before he rids you and himself of the rest of your clothes, always excited to see you bare. You’re finally wearing the matching piercings again, and he’s relieved about it. For others it might just be something trivial, but Jungkook sees magic in everything- in the home you share, the way the blanket you got from him as a gift years back has worn down over time, the way his own tattoos changed and morphed to include more lines and colors as he grew older together with you. And the piercings hold magic too- the day you both got them done together, holding hands even as he’d shared the excitement with you.

Right now you’re also wearing a pretty delicate necklace, a small pink gemstone framed by silver wings that he bought for your anniversary, ‘his heart’ as he’d told you, an object offering a visual representation of how you make him feel.

As if he’s weightless, nothing holding him down.

You’ve given him a new set of gaming controllers, personalized and shiny, so much so that he’s retired the old one’s now on a little shelf above his setup. He always takes care of all his presents he received, sees value in things even if they’re old and worn down. The thick flannel shirt you bought him a few months into your relationship is washed out by now, edges of the sleeves a little frayed and torn, buttons having long been exchanged over time. But he still has it, still wears it, refuses to retire it.

He's kissing at your neck, playfully tugs on the necklace making you laugh as you pinch his sides, causing him to flinch back from sensitivity of you. It’s all so light hearted despite the clear fire in both of your eyes, as he dives back in to tug you towards him by your legs.

”Jungkookie~” You sing teasingly, mind a but tipsy just like his. But that doesn’t mean he can’t perform, clearly already standing ready as his hand glides through your legs, spreading your arousal for him.

But the sight is already too much to resist, as he instead moves to go down on you, catching you off guard.

As much as he’s an attentive lover, he’s also a terribly impatient and spontaneous one. He can’t keep the same position for long, always acts out what he’s got in mind, always wants to try out whatever comes to his mind.

Right now he’s bathing in the way your legs move over his shoulders to pull him closer. His hands instantly find themselves on your thighs at that, always eager to touch and hold any part of you. And while you arch your back and hold onto the pillows, he’s eagerly devouring you at your core, working you up as he himself can’t help but buck his hips into the mattress below, yearning for any sort of friction.

He detaches himself for just a moment, removing your legs before he pushes them towards you, exposing you to him as he lines himself up to push himself inside.

This is where he wants to always be, close to you, lost in pleasure.

He’s pushing himself into you in a constant game of push and pull, opting for a more romantic pace and standard missionary style time of intimacy, not chasing anything wild right now as he interlocks your fingers with his, pushing your palms into the mattress below as he rocks his body into yours, his own simple silver necklace swinging with every thrust above your face.

His orgasm is soft, gentle, shared with you as he helps you with his hand in between your bodies, feeling your core spasm around his length still inside you. Only later he lets you go to shower, while he himself stays behind to finish making the bed now properly, when he notices the skies outside lit in numerous colors, fireworks going off.

“ba- BABE WE MISSED NEW YEARS!” he calls out dramatically, bursting into the bathroom to join you in the shower, almost slipping as he kisses you.

“What?” You ask, not having heard him.

“happy New year’s Anniversary Day” He giggles, and your eyed widen.

“Nooo, why do we always miss the fireworks?” you complain, while he teasingly bites at your neck.

“Well..” he purrs,

“How about I make you see some stars instead?”

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook fanfic

[fairybin]

beomgyu nsfw alphabet

pairing: beomgyu x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ content under the cut. minors do not interact!

word count: 1.5k

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

after sex, beomgyu can be become quite hyper. he enjoys helping you get cleaned up and showering with you and maybe even making a small snack for you if you’re hungry. beomgyu also likes to hold you tightly and give you kisses all over your face when you’re done just to unwind with you.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

beomgyu’s favorite body part on himself is his hands. he loves to see your view from below his eyelashes, you sucking on his fingers or kissing up his wrist to his hand. he also likes to wrap his hand around your throat and squeeze lighty, cutting off the airway for just a moment. his favorite body part of you is your neck. same as him, he loves to find his way up from your belly to right about your chest, where your collarbone and chin meet, and leave bite marks that are definitely turned a deep purple by the time you both wake up.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

beomgyu craves a good creampie. if he could always finish inside of your pussy, he would with no regrets. he loves to feel the heat of his cum mixed with the heat of yours, and the feeling of your body twitching underneath him after the fact. he doesn’t even take his dick out of you after he cums just to overstimulate you and honestly, the feeling of your hole wrapped tightly around his dick would make him cum inside of you again. after a while of him keeping his dick in you, he’d finally pull out and watch as both of your juices pour out.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

it’s something he’d never let you know because he’d die of embarrassment if you did know but beomgyu is a panty stealer. he would go into your clothing when you were out or taking a shower and grab a pair of the ones that were in the back of your closet and quickly sneak them into his hoodie pocket. when he finally got back to the dorms after being with you, he’d pull them out and go to town. he’d start by pumping the fabric up and down his dick, getting himself wet at the thought of you wearing the very thing he held in his hand, then later on he’d bring them up to his nose, getting a good whiff of your scent.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

beomgyu has definitely had sex before but he’s not that experienced to be honest. he can pick up quickly what you like and what he likes but he hasn’t done it enough to be pro level.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

his favorite position having you is sideways. beomgyu likes to take one hand and use it to lift your leg up to get a deeper thrust into you and use his other hand to stick a finger into your mouth so you could be as loud as possible.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

beomgyu is always having fun during sex. even when he’s fucking you senseless and having your body bent in an impossible position, he’d be cracking jokes and giggling with you the entire time. he prefers to have that comfortable environment with you.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

beomgyu is completely bare. he definitely takes his time to shave the hair above his dick. the only time there’d be hair would be when he’s too busy to shave or wax it, but it’s not even a lot.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i don’t think beomgyu is that intimate during sex. he’s not one to light candles and put rose petals on the floor. all the intimacy comes after sex. he’ll be very gentle with you.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

beomgyu masturbates fairly often. not everyday but every other day i think. sometimes when he’s super stressed out or super horny, he’ll turn on a porn video and go at it.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

marking. beomgyu enjoys leaving small bite marks on your collarbone and larger ones on your chest, specifically when it comes to bite marks on your thighs. he also enjoys having you mark him on his chest, thighs, and back. he likes to look at them the next day when he’s getting ready.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

other than the bedroom, beomgyu likes to have shower sex, especially after you guys already had sex together just moments before. he loves to propt your leg up on the soap holder, his long, slender fingers easily slipping in and out of your holes with the body wash dripping down both of your legs.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

beomgyu swears he isn’t a pervert but seeing you in tight clothing gets him so hard. if you’re wearing a small pair of shorts or a crop top, beomgyu for sure sees it and saves it in his mind until he can get you alone. as the two of you are kissing and peeling each other’s clothes off, he’ll stop in the middle just to get one last look of how good you look in your fit.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

as much beomgyu loves to role play and use bondage tools, he’d never actually use it to draw blood or cause you any sort of pain. if he even sees a teardrop or a speck of blood, he's already pulled out of you and rushing to your side to check if you’re okay.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

beomgyu loves getting his dick sucked of course, but he’s 100% more of a giver than a receiver. beomgyu will honestly eat you out at any given moment if you let him. he is all about pleasing you and he loves the way you squeak, moan and whimper as he eats you and the way you grab at his arms or push down his head to get him closer to you.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

beomgyu likes to do things slowly. he takes his time getting to know your body, and he enjoys spending time with you during sex. he doesn't rush through the experience, and he knows how to enjoy himself. he may be a little slow at times, but he's definitely worth the wait since he knows just what to do to get you both to the perfect orgasm.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

beomgyu isn't opposed to quickies. if there's no other option besides having a quickie, he'd for sure be down to do it. sometimes it will have to be a quick fuck in the practice room at hybe or a quick one in the bedroom before you have to leave for work in the morning.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

for the most part, besides bondage, he doesn’t really want to try the more taboo things with you unless you asked for them. he’s okay with being tied up and being blindfolded, but things like wax or fire, beomgyu probably wouldn’t want to try it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

beomgyu has an intense amount of energy that also carries over into the bedroom. if you can take it, beomgyu can maybe do up to three rounds with you in one night. maybe not back-to-back, but he can definitely go for a while.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

the two of you don’t really use them much, but you and beomgyu have matching bullet vibrators. if the two of you are away from each other for a long time and are feeling needy, you’d insert it inside your pussy and beomgyu would place it underneath his dick. if he’s in a teasing mood, beomgyu will use both of them on you, one inside of you, and one on your nipples.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

in terms of actions, beomgyu isn’t too much of a tease unless he’s feeling very horny, but he’s more of a tease with his words. as he’s balls deep inside of you, he’d whisper in your ears “you like that?” “my dick feels so good inside you, right?” “fuck, you’re so tight.” beomgyu knows how to get you riled up.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

w h i n y. if you two are having sex together at the dorms, beomgyu can’t really be as loud as he’d like, but you would for sure hear his whimpers and groans loudly as he’s pressed up against your body. even when you two are alone and he can be as loud as he pleases, the high pitched moans are always coming out of his mouth from how tightly your body had been wrapped around him.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

you hated him. you really hated choi beomgyu. you hated the way your parents kept trying to push you two together and you hated the way he tried to act all polite and mannerly in front of your families. you especially hated the way his stupid face looked as your were on your back in front of him, his dick going in and out at a rapid pace. “i thought you hated me, y/n.” beomgyu groaned out, his voice coming out a little squeaky. “i do, i hate you more than anything,” you replied as the sound of his dick hitting against your skin sent vibrations through your body. “if you hate me so much, why am i the only one you’re letting fuck you like this?”

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

beomgyu is pretty average i think. in txt, soobin is the biggest, but beomgyu isn’t that far behind. His dick isn’t long but it’s very thick.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don’t think that beomgyu has a high sex drive at all. If you’re wanting to have sex with him, he can get himself hard for you but he’s not always horny and needy.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after getting cleaned up, beomgyu is out like a light. he doesn’t even need to be clothed before he sleeps, he just wraps his arms around you and falls asleep very quickly.

written by fairybin. no copying, reposting, rewriting, or translating of any kind.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #taehyun smut #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #huening kai smut #huening kai hard hours #huening kai hard thoughts

[izurou]

⋆ .˚ 𖤐 – ft. SHIDOU RYUSEI ⋮ contains: f! reader. fem receiving oral sex. spitting. brief penetration. a lil creampie bc i can’t not add one. he gets into a fight so violence ig but not much at all

at first glance, ryusei doesn’t look like a threat.

he’s all pink dye and accessories, with a thin black choker sitting pretty on his throat, and a matching headband pushing back the two ombré strands that usually frame his face.

glance number two, and alright—maybe there’s more to him than meets the eye.

his hands are shoved in his pockets, but the veins that seemingly start at each wrist and taper off into his toned arms are blatant, and they’re not a comforting sight. the black tank top he’s wearing is all but glued to him, showcasing his lean build, and hm—he actually does look pretty strong.

but—the most unsettling thing about him has to be his smile. there’s something rather inhuman about it—maybe it’s the simple fact that it even exists at a time like this, after he’s heard a crude comment about you, his precious girlfriend.

the third glance is the last—a wide eyed, bloody nosed stare given by those who’ve just learned that the brunt of his strength resides not in his punch, but his kick.

and then, you have to take your threat home.

⋆

“so much for behaving yourself tonight, huh ryu?” you haphazardly toss your phone onto your bed—watching as the device bounces a couple times before settling near his hand.

ryusei is sitting on the edge of the mattress, leaning back on his palms and watching you.

“aww, c’mon babydoll, i did,” he insists—putting on a little faux pout as he coaxes you over to him through some unseen force. “he’s alive, isn’t he?”

yes, he let the asshole off with a warning at most. doesn’t he deserve a little praise for holding back?

“how sweet of you,” you mutter sarcastically.

he thinks you’re cute when you get like this—attitude off the charts because he went and made a scene again, and oh—he’s going to get himself hurt, is he? whatever. he doesn’t care, and he’s going to do as he pleases regardless.

though he’ll always, always let you have the same freedom with him to atone for it.

“what, you gonna punish me or somethin’?” he tongues at his cheek—blinking up at you through long blond lashes. “i won’t resist, angel face.”

an amused puff of air leaves your nose—because you know damn well that the words punish me lose all meaning the second they’re in his mouth. you don’t think there’s anything you could do that wouldn’t turn him on in one way or another.

even so, there’s no harm in having a little fun with him—right?

⋆

maybe not. he’s definitely a handful—bombarding you with lewd comments, and greedily pawing at your hips as you attempt to shimmy out of your tight clothing. but you persist, and now here you are—straddling his thighs in nothing but a pair of light pink panties, material so thin, so sheer—you might as well be wearing nothing.

“just gonna sit there and look pretty, babydoll?” he teases—grabbing onto your wrist and guiding your hand over the bulge in his unzipped pants. “i’d still cum, y’know. you’re that sexy, baby.”

“yeah,” you mumble, ignoring his latter comment. “something like that.”

you rub him through the fabric of his boxers a bit before tugging the material down altogether—just enough to free his visibly excited cock, which you ignore completely.

instead, you lift your hips up and over where he’s burning with red hot desire, repositioning yourself on his upper chest momentarily. there, you brush away the little baby hairs that have escaped from his headband, waiting for him to connect the dots and realize that yes, you will be sitting somewhere looking pretty—but it won’t be back there.

“fuck yeah baby, c’mere.” he bucks his hips at the sight of your cunt—taunting him from behind the pretty pink lace. how fucking annoying, he’s just about ready to—

“rip them and i’ll kill you.”

oh, you’re really speaking his language now.

“have it your way,” he hums in a singsong voice—sticking his tongue out and leaning forward to lick a smug stripe up the centre of the fabric.

you respond by corralling his hands and pinning them above his head with one of your own—matching his arrogance as you purr, “i will.”

gosh, he loves this—much more than he should.

using your free hand, you pull your panties off to the side, and he doesn’t hold back the groan that rips from his throat, because fuck, you’re so wet—glistening with a pretty little glaze of your own arousal, practically begging to be feasted on.

“c’mon, fuckin’ sit on my face baby, lemme taste that sweet cunt,” he urges—hips bucking up into nothing once again. “shit, i’m not gonna last.”

slowly, you start to move yourself toward his face—and quickly, his primal urge seizes control and sends him lurching forward, meeting you halfway as he dives tongue first into your heavenly pussy.

and you think to yourself—shit, me neither.

because, much like everything else he does, he eats you out with a fervour second to none—with an appetite so large, a hunger so utterly insatiable—a lifetime in between your legs would still have him asking for seconds. he sucks your clit into his mouth, and nearly unhinges his jaw as he dips his tongue down between your folds—wanting all of you, all at once. he does it over and over and over again—a true gnawing motion, paired with loud slurps and smacks of your messy cunt.

mere minutes pass—and while you’re busy falling apart atop his face, he looks calm beneath you—humming in content as something, either his own spit, or you—trails down the sides of his mouth.

“ryu, oh fuck,” you hiss, gritting your teeth as you resist the selfish urge to grind yourself down onto his face.

“mmmm, you’re sweet baby,” he pulls away in an attempt to catch his breath—tongue running over his shiny lips. “but you don’t taste like me. maybe i’m not fuckin’ you enough.”

his feast continues seconds after the last syllable leaves his mouth—he rolls and twists his tongue over your clit, shakes his head side to side a little, and you feel your body start to give out. as a result, you’re forced to release him from your grip as you latch onto the headboard for support.

“just let me cum ryu, please,” you whine.

and oh how is heart swells, you’re just so cute—rolling your hips against his tongue, using him to get yourself off—all while you gracefully accept defeat. adorable. he loves you so, so much.

a series of grunts rumble from his chest, vibrating against your mess of a pussy, and you know those sounds all too well—vision blurring as you realize what’s happening. you know you’re going to cum as soon as you look, but you do anyways.

peering over your shoulder, you watch through hooded lids as ryusei’s cock twitches, leaking his sticky white cum onto his pelvis.

your boyfriend—the same guy who handed out a broken nose just before this, is cumming for you, because of you, and you barely had to touch him.

and there you go, squeezing your eyes shut as your own orgasm consumes you—hips stuttering as your pussy pulses on his tongue. you sound so pretty, panting and gasping out his name—all he can do is hold you in place and help you ride out your high—pulling back only after he’s ensured you have nothing left.

“some pussy you’ve got there, baby,” he laughs breathily and pats the side of your thigh—letting you know he wants you to move. “made a real mess outta me, huh?”

“i hate you,” you mutter—swinging a leg over him and sinking back against your pillows. did he even really deserve to enjoy that? “i’m not having sex with you for the next week.”

he grins amusedly at you, tugging his now ruined tank top over his head, and ridding himself of his pants shortly after. is he deaf?

“whatever you say,” he absentmindedly agrees—coming back and hovering above your figure. he grabs your jaw, and runs his thumb over your lips.

“ryusei.”

“shhhh, open up,” he orders, and you don’t know what point you’re trying to prove anymore, if any at all, but you do just that—you part your lips and stick your tongue out. with your gaze piercing his skull, he spits—a little glob of saliva that clings to his tongue before settling on yours. “what do you taste, babydoll?”

you close your mouth and swallow—telling him what he wants to hear.

“me.”

“aw, isn’t that sweet?” he purrs—leaning down to press a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your lips.

and you almost don’t notice him easing the head of his cock into you, though it’s hard to ignore the sultry moan he lets out when he buries himself to the hilt—cock hypersensitive, and fully capable of filling you up right then and there.

“hey, i know you heard me,” you mutter, slipping two fingers beneath the tight band of his choker—making it even tighter.

“shit,” he pants—hips jerking as he effortlessly cums for a second time. “yeah, i heard you angel face. i’m gettin’ my week’s worth now, don’t want this pussy forgettin’ about me.”

#izurou #shidou x reader #shidou smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #shidou ryusei x reader #bllk smut #shidou ryusei smut

[inkdrinkerworld]

Dad!Remus buying matching mommy daughter clothing because he can’t get enough of it. He LOVES to see his girls matching and if you both have a second daughter? It’s all over. Spoils the hell out of them while teaching them to be thankful and giving as well :,)

Omg omg!!! Pregnant!reader and dad!Remus who loves spoiling his three girls.

“Dovey? We’re back,” Remus doesn’t shout for you, he knows you can’t be far or more than two places- the kitchen where he hopes you aren’t and the bedroom where he hopes you are.

The doctor had been very specific, bed rest for the last month just to be safe. There’s been many a falling out between you and Remus over the fact that you refuse to stay in bed, but he gets it. So he lets you get away with little things.

“I’m here Rem, can you come help me with something in the kitchen baby?” He shakes his head as he sets down the bags and sends Charlie to the living room.

“I’m coming dove,” he finds you trying to reach into the pantry, a couple sandwiches open on the cutting board. Without asking, Remus gets the pepper sauce and the mustard you’d been reaching for.

“Thanks Remmy, how was shopping?” You’re breathless and Remus takes over.

“Go sit with Charlie. I’ll be two minutes.”

By the time Remus is in the living room, Charlie is helping you get comfy- moving cushions this way and that and rubbing your belly the way she’s seen Remus do it.

“Bekah, stop kicking mummy. It makes her chest ache.” At five she’s still as thoughtful as she’d ever been but her words have gotten clearer and it breaks your heart.

“Here you go dovey,” Remus hands you half a sandwich and then hands the other to Charlie. “Eat up Charlie girl, we had a long day.”

Remus reaches for the bags. “We got some stuff for Rebekah too,” Remus pulls out lounge wear for you, blue and purple and super soft. Then he tugs one out in Charlotte’s size in the same colour and a final one but tinier.

“Remus! That’s the cutest thing ever.”

Charlie grins, a tiny hand pointing to another bag. “We got other things too mummy! Daddy and I picked out a little lamb for Bekah like I’ve got and more matching things.”

She helps Remus reveal the clothes and toys and by the time they’re done you’ve tears in your eyes. “You’re so sweet, Rem.”

There’s a pink flush in his neck as he leans forward to kiss you. “Got to be sweet on my girls, you all outnumber me.” You slap his chest as you giggle wetly and Charlie frowns.

“Does that make you sad daddy? Only having girls?”

Remus shakes his head and pulls her to his lap. “Not even a little. I love you more than anything. More than I love chocolates.”

She gasps, hands covering her mouth as her eyebrows sky rocket to her hairline. “But you love your chocolates.” She looks at you like Remus has gone mad and you smile.

“And I love you more. You and mummy and baby Bekah, I love you all more than chocolates.”

“We love daddy just as much don’t we, Lottie?” She nods, kissing all over his face.

Remus can’t wait for his second daughter to come so he can see all his girls in the same outfit.

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