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[jeongin-lvr]

Hii I saw that you were taking requests and I wanted to see if you couldn’t write Hyunjin x thick!reader? 🫶🏽✨

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ love you more, h. hyunjin

ᝰ✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！ 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 （𝖿！ 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀）， 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒／𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾， 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄／𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗒／𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒， 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄， 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 ／ 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽， 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

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𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟 began when I mentioned how out of place I felt at the party. Surrounded by those pretty girls all in their gorgeously draped, diaphanous fabric of choice. All with their makeup done and delicately etched onto their faces like canvas work; some wearing their hair in sweet up-do’s, their locks framing their face, while others opted to just leave their hair free. Curled or straightened, they were all stunning. And maybe comparison isn’t the best choice but how could I not when I was surrounded by them all? Gowns felicitous for the occasion and heels high, the feeling of being completely out of place was hard to bare.

“Everyone’s so… pretty,” I had mumbled to my boyfriend, tugging the sleeve of his tuxedo while scanning the group of gorgeous girls. It hurt to be jealous but it wasn’t just a feeling I could push down; their smiles bright and gowns flowing behind them as they tramped around, the air surrounding them full of giggles.

Hyunjin glanced down at me, perplexed by why I looked so saddened by the sight.

“You’re the prettiest one here,” And every bit of me wanted to believe that. To feel seen and loved and heard by the one I loved the most. But my heart felt like a heavy stone sinking in water, until I felt like it couldn’t go any further. Hyunjin squeezed my hand, bringing me back into reality. A pretty smile on his plump lips, and while no words left his mouth I knew what he was trying to say.

Words were meaningless if they didn’t have intention behind them; so actions were beginning to speak louder.

And the action of his head being between my thighs was enough to make my head spin, warm tongue gliding up and down my slit. Little groans leaving his mouth as I callously tugged on his hair, chanting his name in breathless moans like a song. Synchronized with the way his slender hands delicately felt me up and down, squeezing my thighs like bread dough. Squishing them, enjoying how they’d close tightly around his head each time his tongue would suddenly flick at my clit.

“Love these pretty thighs, baby,” Hyunjin broke free from between my legs, kissing up and down my flesh with his shiny chin and mouth, both drenched in the wetness of my cunt. He still wore that gorgeous red satin tie on his neck, loosened but precedent. His suit crinkled, white button down creased and halfway undone. Hyunjin was far too excited to taste the nectar between my thighs to even worry about his own attire.

His pretty disheveled hair was sticking to the slick on his face as he kissed me more. A trail of precum and saliva trailing up and down my inner thigh, “So fucking pretty when they’re shaky like this.” Another kiss, his teeth nipping at my skin again, a sharp pain that made my leg jerk, “Do I do this to you, baby? Make you feel good? What do you want me to do for you, hon?” Hyunjin’s caramel dewy eyes were practically glowing as he licked a stripe up my leg, going from my calves to my thighs, then kitten-licking my sopping cunt.

“More… Jinnie, please more,” I breathed out in shaky whispers. Maintaining eye contact as he held up my thigh, draping it over his shoulder and dipping his head down again. Lips wrapping around my clit and sucking harshly, eliciting the prettiest moans he loved to hear- borderline pornographic as my fingers meshed with his hair.

“Wan’ more, pretty?” Hyunjin mumbled against my cunt, vibrations from his husky voice making me shiver, “More what? Speak up.”

My eyes shot to the mirror behind Hyunjin, eyeing his crouched figure, head buried in my pussy, tongue desperately lapping up my neediness. Pretty slurps and groans leaving his mouth only to be absorbed by my body, fueling my oncoming orgasm.

“More of you-“ his tongue entered my hole, making my neck crane, falling back into the white pillow beneath my head, “Fuck- your cock, wanna feel it, please-“ I chanted those pleas over and over again, egging him on once I caught wind of his erection growing in the mirror. Hyunjin’s needy rutting into the mattress as he worked diligently between my legs. His fingers held my thighs open, periodically letting them clamp around his head and neck because he silently enjoyed the struggle for hair.

“My cock? You want my cock, honey?” Hyunjin let go of my clit with a wet pop, lewdly swiping at the precum pooling at the end of his chin. Pretty lashes fluttering as he rose his head, finally meeting my face as he pressed a hand to the side of the mattress. Gripping the sheets as he propped his body up above me, tongue flickering over his bottom lip. Patiently waiting for my words.

“Yeah, baby,” I hummed with watery eyes. Hyunjin groaned, just as desperate.

“You’re the prettiest girl,” He lathered my cheeks and lips with kisses, praising me like a goddess. My heart swelled, mind running foggy and pink with lusty haze. His pretty hand cutely held my chin, eyes boring into my lips, “The fucking prettiest. And you’re all mine. Yeah?”

I nodded feverishly, feeling his hard-on press into my inner thigh the more he spoke. Little praises filling the air and drenching the lustful atmosphere with adoration, love. Nothing more pure in the world. Almost as if he was inebriated, his words slurred and dragged on, lips brushing against mine from the close propinquity.

He squeezed the flesh of my thigh, my throat letting out a soft whimper from his touch. He wanted a response fast.

“Yes! All yours, my pretty Jinnie,” His name felt like candy on my tongue, his eyes little golden trinkets that poured passion between us. Drowning us with the prettiest haze of desire.

“You know you’re the prettiest?”

I paused, unsure. My hands lacing together at the back of his hair and gently tugging. Cute mewls leaving my lips as he massaged the fat of my thighs. Insecurity wasn’t supposed to be brought up in the bedroom, I know. But suddenly I was growing aware of myself. My thighs, my belly, my everything. Suddenly I was the fish out of water; the air was no longer hot and warm with lust but nervousness. Not the good kind. Not the kind that generously pooled in my panties.

I closed my legs, thighs squeezing together between his legs. He glanced down, Hyunjin’s lips parting as if to say something.

Then he did, “You don’t believe me?”

My breathe hitched, eyes tracing his expressions, silently searching for something. I didn’t quite know what, though.

I shook my head, lips quivering. My eyes once again fell to the mirror behind him, then the chair beside it that draped my dress. A dress I was so excited to wear to that party until I got there. Because when I got to that little formal event I felt so out of place; everyone else elegantly dressed, meanwhile my mind was racing with how I wasn’t pretty enough. Wasn’t good enough.

His voice lowered to a sensual whisper, softening his eyes as he looked at a me and pressed on, “Want me to show you, baby?”

I head tilted, his pale hands cupping the side of my face as he watched my expressions. His dark hair trickling down to tickle my cheek, kindly holding me like the most delicate glass ever. I felt the warmth of his hand, the gentleness of his actions, and the somber undertone of his voice. He was sincere and that saccharine look in his eyes said it more than words ever could.

I meekly nodded, curious as to what he’d do- what he’d say.

I watched him adjust, moving up from on top of me, sitting beside my body with his legs spread wide and his eyes on me. The man gestured me over, hand beckoning me forward. I crawled over, quickly sitting in his lap, face close to his and thighs around his body.

“Gorgeous, can you turn around,” Hyunjin muttered against my lips, fixing my hair out of my face. I nodded, following his orders obediently. Hyunjin watched as I turned around in his lap, spreading my legs prettily for him while narrowly avoiding the view of the mirror. Hyunjin placed a hand firmly on my jaw, the only force was his words, however, “Look. Look at yourself, pretty.”

I blinked at the reflection, first seeing my widened thighs, exposing my shiny pink cunt that was drenched with arousal. A sinful reflection yet all I saw how my body and the way it moved and curved, every indent catching my eye, every little mark I wasn’t too fond of.

“This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Hyunjin muttered, pressing his lips into the skin of my neck, hands raising to my chest, fawning at my breasts with enthusiasm. Fingers playing with my nipples as he peppered kisses up and down my clavicle bone, so gentle. Adorning my skin were fresh blotches of hickeys, teeth indents bruising me along with the shine of his saliva. All of it was reflecting back at me through the shine of the mirror.

Another kiss, “My pretty thing.” Hyunjin’s pretty cock was begging to be freed from its fabric prison, pressing firmly into my ass, each little movement making him hiss. But he stood still, only feeling me and giving me the kisses. The pleasure with his hands, sleeves of his button down tickling my bare flesh. “Wanna have my cock?” Hyunjin whispered, “Show you how pretty you are when you’re fucked out.”

My cunt oozed with thrill at the thought of his cock, my eyes flickering to his bronze gaze in the reflection, a slight head nod, “Yes, so bad.”

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Hyunjin muttered into my skin, running a hand up my cunt and collecting the precum between his fingers, a slight look of mirth on his face, “Get up for me, baby, please.”

I whimpered from his hands, his pointer brushing against my nub as I got up. I watched the boy, undo the button of his pretty dress pants, letting them fall to his ankles while his boxers showcased the thick cock behind the fabric. Limerence filled my soul as I watched him take those off as well, the prettiest pink cock springing out against his crumbled shirt. His hands then holding the base and letting out a stiff whimper at his own touch, hair falling in front of his eyes.

“C’mere, my love,” Hyunjin grabbed my waist, bringing me to his aid. I did so, facing the mirror across the room as I trapped his legs between mine, the soft, supple flesh of my thighs warming his legs, “God, gonna fuck this pretty cunt so good. Ready?” He asked sweetly, lewd words rocking through my head. Every syllable making the feeling of being exposed inch away slowly, draining out my mind.

Hyunjin aligned his gorgeous, sparkling cock with my cunt, teasingly brushing the tip over my folds in a strategic motion. Whines of desire at the tip of my tongue, just about to spill out when I felt the indescribable stretch of his cock inside me, just an inch or two, the rest slowly beginning to rock inside me. My head fell back against his shoulder, stars burring my eyes with pink and white fuzz.

He slid me down all the way, bottoming out with my cunt full and dripping against his thighs. Hyunjin held my waist, a sheen of sweat glistening upon his face and chest, already wanting to pound into me and feel every inch my cunt had to offer. But he resisted, turning his attention onto the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” Hyunjin held my chin, turning my gaze to the mirror before us. My eyes fell to wear our bodies connected, mind numbing pleasure already making my hole clench around his member, twitching from just the pleasurable stretch, “Don’t look away. Want you to see how pretty you look as I make you feel good, kay?” He laid a delicate kiss into my cheek, looping his arms under my thighs and swiftly raising my body gently. Enough to feel the way his cock nearly emptied me, only to have him plow into me, so agonizingly slow. Perfectly dragging across my soaking walls.

I watched in awe, mouth dropping open the more I felt. Wet noises of our sexes meeting, skin slapping was the only sound in the air. Little moans left my throat, suppressing them to focus on keeping my head up. Staring at the reflection in the glass with lidded eyes.

Watching his pretty dick glide in and out of me in the reflection was better than any cinematic film I’ve watched; vein-ridden cock, stretching my pussy so beautifully while the thickness of it was coated in my own juices. Suddenly my reflection was all I wanted to stare at.

“See that, baby? See how good you take it?” Hyunjin placed a hand on my tummy, steadying himself. Quiet moans whispered into my ear from his lips, making my skin crawl in every direction.

“Fuck, Jin, so good,” I moaned, his hips snapping up into me now. Hands still gripping my thighs wide open for the mirror to see.

“You like that?” Hyunjin let out a moan, breathing heavy as he spoke, “My pretty girl like that? Want more, beautiful?”

“M-more,” I whimpered out, grinding my hips desperately each time he’d thrust into me. The speed of his hips blinding me periodically; my brain was so fuzzy I couldn’t see anything but the orgasm I desperately longed for.

The calamity of needed to finish was eating my insides.

Hyunjin’s nails dug into my thighs, pace quickening, the noises more frequent. Little squelch’s as I took him inside of my tight little cunt, wetness all over my inner thighs. I couldn’t withhold my moans anymore, all I could do was moan and watch as he fucked me so good.

“You gonna cum?” Hyunjin asked, watching in the mirror as I dropped my head back, keeping my eyes on myself, “Cum so I can show you how good you look when you do.”

His hand moved to my clit, matching his thrusts with the smooth feeling of his finger rubbing my clit. It was a dangerous combination.

“Cum, baby,” Hyunjin took notice of how my cunt clenched around him, whines less controlled and whiny.

“Gonna cum,” I yelled, shaky breath hitching each time he fucked into me, “Fuck me so good, Hyunjin-“ My words were slurred out, more stars in my eyes. His fingers working so good on my sweet love nub, dick hitting that gummy spot deep inside of me. Filling me only to thrust into me harder, deeper. It was inevitable. I felt my thighs ache, shaking as my own orgasm began to erupt inside me; overwhelming my senses, throaty moans leaving my mouth.

Hyunjin knew where to hit to make my climax drag on so good. He watched in the mirror, holding my chin tightly to make me look back at my reflecting body. Eyeing myself and my clenching, sensitive hole. I watched my own cum French the insides of my thighs, coating his cock in a pretty white.

Then I felt the familiar twitch of his cock inside of me. He pulled out, wrapping a hand around his length, his thick cock about to burst from his own high. To show my appreciation, I replaced his hand and jerked him into his own high, entranced as I watched his pretty pink tip ejaculation onto my tummy and hand, the white fluid hot and non-stop.

Covered in cum, I lulled my head back, vision clearing as I watched the ceiling with intrigue.

“Did so good,” Hyunjin mumbled into my skin, kissing the spots where his love bites burned my skin, “You really are the prettiest, y’know.”

I nodded, turning my head into his neck and kissing lazily, “Thank you, love.”

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[sixpennydame]

16 is my favorite number and it just happened to have the perfect prompt for Levi 🤭 may I request that one?

Thank you & love you 💘

Dee, I love you and I will happily write this Drabble just for you. I hope you like it. 😘

16. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed

Characters: Levi and pregnant!reader (again)

Word count: 396

Y’all. When I tell you I have brain rot right now for cute, fluffy stories about having a baby with Levi…..apparently this is all I can write now. 😬 (Am I writing a Dad!Levi drabble series?)

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The first trimester of pregnancy was rough. First, it was feeling nauseous and throwing up every morning. Then, you couldn’t stand the smell of any cooked meat and bananas, of all things. You didn’t want to eat anything because you feared you would just throw it all up later.

Levi was so concerned. He went to all the specialty tea shops and natural health food stores around town and bought you teas to help with morning sickness and nausea. He stopped cooking meat. Hell, he even stopped buying bananas. He hated to see you so miserable.

And then you entered your fourth month and it all just…went away. The nausea, the sensitivities to foods and smells. But now you were hungry.

All the time.

Levi never knew when your pregnancy munchies would hit. Sometimes he’d be driving back from work and he’d get a text from you:

“Babe, I really want some garlic bread sticks from The Olive Garden. Can you get some on the way home? Oh, and some ice cream. Love you!”

Or at 9:00 in the evening, while watching TV together:

“Babe….can you get the cookies in the kitchen?”

He goes to check. “I think you ate them all last night.”

You give him an innocent smile.

He looks at you sitting on the sofa, your hand resting on your small baby bump, which seems to be growing every day. Of course he’s going to go buy you cookies at 9:00 at night. He’d do anything for you.

One evening, Levi had to work late and by the time he got home, you were already in bed, reading a book and waiting up for him. He stood at the door, just staring at you. He’d always thought you were beautiful, but lately….you just had this glow.

He starts taking off his clothes to join you in bed, but as he pulls down the covers, he sees it. Something he cannot abide.

“Darling….you’re getting crumbs all over our bed.”

You look up at him with guilty eyes. “I was just so hungry..” you say with a half eaten cracker in your mouth. He crosses his arms and you finish the cracker quickly.

He sighs. “It’s a good thing I love you so damn much.” Then he smiles. “Now get up for a moment, so I can clean this up.”

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[amethystpath-writes]

To Traitors

NOT A PR0MPT

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"The general wants to send me to your homeland."

"For war?"

Villain hummed. "We knew it was coming."

"Of course." Hero shook her head and pushed a shirt further into the bucket of water. She bent it and twisted it and shoved it again. "How did she react when you told her 'no'?"

That was the thing; Villain didn't deny the general. No one denied the general.

Hero picked up on the silence. She always did. “Where does that leave us?”

A choice.

War?

Or her?

“You know this decision is not mine.”

"Sure, it is. I always wanted to travel- try camping."

Camping. Hero knew rejecting orders would be considered traitorous. She would rather be homeless and shunned than to standby while her homeland was being attacked.

"Hero..."

"Is that something you are not willing to do?" Her movements became rushed, like she was trying to maintain a calm, but the only way to do so was to move along with the emotions. She grabbed a shirt, dunked it, rung it, tossed it. Grab, dunk, ring. Grab, dunk, ring. They weren't even becoming clean, and the water needed changed. "My family is there. Where are they meant to go?"

"Even if I did tell the general no, I cannot stop an entire army from marching. The war will happen with or without me."

A sigh veiled the tension in the room. Villain's weight creaked beneath him as he stepped towards his lover. He took a linen shirt, wet and soaked, from her hands, and dropped it in the brown water. He found her hands next, then tugged her up slightly. She took the cue and stood, let herself be held.

"I love you," Villain said.

Hero didn't like crying. This is why Villain began rubbing her back as he pulled her into an embrace. She buried her face into his chest and sniffed once, twice...wiped a face full of tears, sniffed again...stopped, then began sobbing. No amount of squeezing could console the thought of her family being innocently slaughtered.

"You would hide them, wouldn't you? If you found them, you would save them?"

His grip loosened. He whispered, “Of course I would.” Did Hero know it might have been a lie? Even Villain wasn't sure what he would do when the time came that he marched onto her homeland.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Then I'm leaving now." She attempted to pull away from Villain's chest, but he held her firmly. Her muscles tensed beneath him, but Villain knew she knew better than to try again.

"Hero, be level-headed.

"I want to warn them," she whispered, so quietly that Villain only knew what she said because of how well he knew her. He knew her every thought before she even had it herself. It wasn't magic; just love.

"And you think you will outrun an entire army overnight?"

"I know I won't!" her tone had changed, and this time when she pulled away, she didn't stop until Villain let her go. "But who am I to not try at all? Who would I be, Villain?" Her face was red and swollen, glistening with sad, then angry tears.

For a moment, she stopped. She took a breath. then swallowed as if she needed to stop herself from asking what obviously came to her mind. Alas, she said it. "How long have you known?" Her voice cracked, and Villain could see she already knew the answer: longer than he should have known before telling her.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask for an apology." Her eyes refused to meet his. Villain was almost glad for it. He couldn't bear her anger, not when it was directed at him. "I asked how long you have known."

"Hero..."

"Clean your own damn clothes. I'll pay the Baker family back when I return."

"Pay them back? For w-" No. "You're not taking their horse." Hero was already scrounging around, first grabbing a raggedy sack, then stuffing one random item after another in. "Hero, stop. Hero-" She was going to take the neighbor's horse just to get caught up in the war herself. "Stop!"

She fell to her knees in the next moment. Broke down as if his voice took out the last support beam keeping the house together. hero cried, screamed, and wailed. "No. No. No. No. No," she repeated, and her voice broke time and time again as she screamed.

Tears sprung into Villain's eyes. What did he do?

"I'll send a bird. It will arrive before our army does, and when they receive it, they will know to leave."

Hero's head lifted, and her puffy eyes finally met Villain's glistening ones. "I will prepare beds. We have pelts; I can throw something together, and my brother can take-"

One blow after another, each and every passing moment. Just when Villain thought all might be well, the both of them realized there was no saving anyone. The war was an ambush, and Hero's brother would be expected to take a stand, to protect his own homeland.

"I won't-" Villain swallowed. "I won't harm your family. I will send the bird, and I will pray with every moment of travel that they receive it and leave. I will not draw my sword until I find their home empty, until I am sure they have left."

"You would be a traitor to your own kingdom."

"Better it this kingdom than you."

#not a pr0mpt #hero x villain #hero #villain #hero x villain story #hero x villain drabble #hero x villain snippet #heroes and villains #writeblr #writing community #creative writing #angst #I think. Does Dee know what angst is yet? No. Absolutely not. #I worked on a project for three hours straight and seeing as it is already midnight I figured I might as well finish #the draft I started months upon months ago. #Oh yeah- did y'all know I decided to start rewriting my entire manuscript...again..? #hence the delay in writing. I'm working on my book- working full time- doing school part time...it's a lot. barely any leisure time 😭 #anyway this is due for a reblog in the morning :p #weak ending but I have procrastinated posting for wayyyy too long- open to continuing this one if it's enjoyed enough :p #To Traitors

[dee-writes-smut]

PREVERNAL (Extra)

FEATURING Azriel x Illyrian!reader

SUMMARY it's been two years, you want sex with your mate, but it seems Azriel is hesitant. Good thing bestie LuLu is here to help ;)

CONTENT WARNINGS sex! (there will be a note before if you wish to skip), MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap, y'all), Lucien being a nosy horndog (?)

AUTHORS NOTE c'mon, you didn't think I was just going to leave you without a smut scene! What do you make me for, a monster?!

As the world awakens from its winter slumber, a symphony of sensations fills the prevernal air, weaving a tapestry of seduction that tantalizes the senses and stirs the soul. The earth, still moist from the thawing frost, exhales a heady fragrance of rebirth, a delicate mingling of damp soil and budding life that beckons with whispered promises of renewal. Each step upon the awakening land is a dance with temptation, as the soft, yielding earth caresses the feet with a sensuous touch that ignites a primal longing deep within.

Above, the sun emerges from its hibernation, casting its golden rays upon the landscape like a lover's embrace. Its warmth, once forgotten, now envelopes the skin in a tender caress, coaxing the slumbering earth to awaken from its wintry dreams. And awaken it does, with a flourish of color and life that ignites the senses with an intoxicating fervor. Delicate blossoms unfurl their petals in a symphony of hues, their fragrant perfumes mingling with the crispness of the air in a sensual ballet of scent.

Everywhere, the world pulses with the rhythm of desire, from the gentle rustle of awakening leaves to the melodious trill of amorous birdsong. Each breeze carries with it a whisper of passion, stirring dormant desires and kindling flames of longing that smolder just beneath the surface. In the prelude to spring, every sensation is heightened, every moment pregnant with possibility, as the allure of new beginnings hangs heavy in the air like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

In this season of rebirth, nature herself becomes the ultimate seductress, her beauty a bewitching spell that enraptures all who dare to surrender to her charms. And so, beneath the canopy of prevernal skies, amidst the vibrant tapestry of blossoms and verdant greenery, the world becomes a playground of desire, where every touch, every scent, every sight ignites the flames of passion and invites the soul to embrace the sensual delights of the season.

It had been a little over two years since I lost my wings to Lyris, since I found out Azriel is my mate, and the last two years have been good. Sure, there have been moments where I fell back into that dark space, but Azriel was always there, ready to pull me back into the light when I was done reflecting.

During that time, our lives have undergone significant changes. Azriel and I were gifted a townhouse by Feyre and Rhys, providing us with our own space to build a life together. Additionally, my friendship with Lucien had deepened. Though we had only met briefly before the incident with my wings, our connection had grown, and now he joined me every weekend for a night out in the Night Court.

Despite the progress in our lives, there remained an unspoken tension between Azriel and me. While he was attentive and affectionate, there was a notable absence of intimacy. Though he'd shower with me, share kisses, and embrace me, our relationship had not progressed beyond that point. I'd attempted to initiate intimacy, but each time Azriel seemed to retreat, offering excuses that left me feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.

As Lucien and I entered the bustling tavern, the familiar sights and sounds of Velaris washed over me, momentarily distracting me from my tangled thoughts. The scent of ale and roasted meat filled the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter that filled every corner of the room.

I glanced around, searching for a quiet corner where we could sit and talk. The tavern was packed with patrons, each one lost in their own conversations and revelries.

Lucien followed my lead, his eyes scanning the room as he sought out the perfect spot. "How about over there?" he suggested, nodding towards a cozy corner booth bathed in soft candlelight.

I nodded in agreement, grateful for his intuition. Together, we made our way over to the booth and settled in, the comfortable silence between us speaking volumes.

"So," Lucien began, breaking the silence with a curious glint in his eye, "what's been on your mind lately, songbird?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. But then, with a deep breath, I decided to lay it all out on the table. "Azriel," I confessed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Lucien's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his gaze locking with mine in a silent exchange of understanding. He knew exactly what I was talking about, without me having to say another word.

"He's been… distant," I continued, my voice tinged with frustration. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, Lucien. I've tried everything I can think of, but he always pulls away."

Lucien's expression softened, his hand reaching out to cover mine in a comforting gesture. "I'm sure it's not you," he reassured me, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Azriel's been through a lot, as have you. Maybe he just needs some more time."

I nodded, taking solace in his words. "I hope you're right," I replied, trying to keep the doubt from creeping into my voice. But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that there was a distance between Azriel and me that I couldn't bridge no matter how hard I tried. Then, an idea sparked in my mind, and I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "What if I tried… something different?" I suggested, a mischievous glint in my eye.

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Different how?" he asked, leaning in even closer to hear my suggestion. "Songbird, are you suggesting I help you to seduce your mate?” Lucien chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye to match the slight blush across his cheeks.

“That’s exactly what I’m asking for my wonderful Lord of Foxes” I smirked, listening to his joyous laugh dancing through the tavern like silk in the wind. It made me smile, to hear him distracted from his own mate related sorrows.

“Trying to butter me up, are we?” He grinned, shaking his head at my answering snicker. “What if you were to seduce him?" Lucien suggested, his tone playful yet suggestive. "Show him just how much you desire him, and maybe he won't be able to resist."

I considered the suggestion, a thrill of excitement coursing through me at the thought of finally crossing that line with Azriel. "How would I do that?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Lucien grinned, clearly enjoying our clandestine conversation. "You could start by wearing something… provocative," he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Show him what he's been missing out on."

I blushed at the suggestion, the idea of dressing up to seduce Azriel both thrilling and nerve-wracking. "That could work," I admitted, feeling a surge of determination building within me.

Lucien nodded in approval. "And what about… teasing him?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Give him little hints of what's to come, and let his imagination do the rest."

I swallowed hard at the suggestion, the thought of teasing Azriel sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "That could definitely get his attention," I agreed, my mind already racing with possibilities, but as we continued to brainstorm, I couldn't shake the feeling of nervous excitement building within me. Maybe this was exactly what Azriel and I needed to finally take that next step, to bridge the gap that had been growing between us.

“But,” Lucien interjected, raising a finger and pointing it at me, “you could also try talking to him.” I raised a brow at this, and he sighed, his shoulders slumping as if a physical reminder of the weight of his sorrows, “I know that it’s not working with Elain, but you an-”

“Luce,” I say softly, interrupting him with a soothing hand on his warm arm, “I would never use that against you, not even in a stupid disagreement, c’mon.” I watch as his cheeks redden, his head falling, long, golden-red hair hiding his expression.

Tonight was going to be a late night.

It had been weeks, and this evening had been meticulously planned, every detail carefully orchestrated in my attempt to seduce Azriel. I had adorned myself in my most alluring attire, a dress that clung to every curve, and had spent hours perfecting my makeup and hair.

As Azriel stepped through the door of our townhouse, I greeted him with a coy smile, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. Tonight was the night I would finally make my move, the night I would show him just how much I desired him.

"Hey, Az," I purred, sauntering over to him with what I hoped was a seductive sway in my hips. "Did you have a good day?"

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he took in my appearance. "It was fine," he replied, his voice low and husky. "What about you?"

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence at his response. "Oh, you know," I said, my voice laced with playful flirtation. "Just counting down the minutes until you got home."

But as I began to put my plan into action, things quickly took an unexpected turn. My attempts at seduction came off as clumsy and awkward, each gesture more embarrassing than the last.

I tried to flirt, to tease him with suggestive remarks, but my words came out jumbled and incoherent. "You must be tired," I blurted out, cringing at my own lack of finesse. "Maybe I could help you relax?"

Azriel watched me with a bemused expression, clearly unsure of how to respond to my awkward advances. "Um, sure," he said, his tone cautious as he took a step back, clearly sensing my nervous energy.

I attempted to initiate physical contact, to seduce him with a touch, but my hands fumbled clumsily and fell short of their mark. I reached out to brush a lock of hair from his face, but ended up poking him in the eye instead.

"Ow!" Azriel exclaimed, blinking rapidly as he recoiled from my touch. "Are you okay?"

I winced, mortified by my own clumsiness. "I'm so sorry," I stammered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to…"

But it wasn't until I saw the disappointment in Azriel's eyes that the full weight of my humiliation hit me. I had wanted so desperately to seduce him, to show him just how much he meant to me, but instead, I had only succeeded in making a fool of myself.

Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging, as I turned away from him, unable to bear the thought of him seeing me in such a vulnerable state. I had wanted tonight to be perfect, but instead, it had been a disaster of epic proportions.

"Hey," Azriel's voice was gentle, his hand reaching out to touch my shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, unable to speak past the lump forming in my throat. How could I explain to him the depths of my humiliation, the sheer magnitude of my disappointment? Azriel wasn't one to give up easily. With infinite patience, he wrapped me in his arms, holding me close as I sobbed against his chest.

After I took a few moments to collect myself while Azriel held me close, his warmth enveloping me, I was able to take a deep breath and steady my emotions before speaking up. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible against the fabric of his shirt. "I just wanted tonight to be special."

Azriel's arms tightened around me, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm of my emotions. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "We can try again another time."

I sniffled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me at his understanding. "But why?" I blurted out, the question tumbling from my lips before I could stop it. "Why won't you… why won't you make love to me?"

Azriel pulled back slightly, his expression unreadable as he looked down at me. "It's not that I don't want to," he spluttered, “believe me, honey, I’ve wanted nothing more these last couple years,” he encouraged with a low growl, his eyes darkening for a moment. “But,” Azriel continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "It's just… complicated."

My heart sank at his words, a knot of worry forming in the pit of my stomach. "Complicated how?" I pressed, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. "I don't want you to feel… obligated," he admitted, his gaze filled with concern. "After everything you've been through, I don't want you to feel like you have to… do this with me."

I blinked in surprise at his confession, the weight of his words sinking in. "But I want to," I insisted, my voice firm with determination. "I want to be with you, Az. I want this."

Azriel's expression softened at my words, his eyes meeting mine in a silent exchange of understanding. "I know," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "But I don't want you to rush into anything because you feel like you have to."

Tears welled up in my eyes at his concern, the depth of his love washing over me like a wave. "I'm not rushing," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. "I'm ready."

Azriel's gaze softened at my words, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with quiet resolve. "Okay."

The weight of Azriel's concern lingered in the air between us, casting a shadow over our tender moment. I bit my lip, gathering my courage before speaking again. "Az," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "can we try tonight?"

His brows furrowed in concern, his gaze searching mine as if trying to gauge my sincerity. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone gentle yet cautious.

I nodded, a determined glint in my eyes. "Yes," I replied, my voice stronger this time. "I want this, Az. I want to be with you."

Azriel studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable as he weighed my words. Finally, he let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as if he had come to a decision. "Okay," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of uncertainty and resolve. "But only if you're absolutely sure."

I nodded, a sense of gratitude swelling within me at his understanding. "I am," I assured him, my voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach. "I trust you, Az. I always have."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes softening with warmth and affection. "I love you," he said, his voice a gentle caress that soothed the ache in my heart.

"I love you too," I whispered, feeling a sense of peace settle over me as I nestled into his embrace.

The air between us crackled with tension as we made our way to our bedroom, our footsteps echoing in the quiet of the townhouse. Despite our earlier conversation, a nervous energy hung heavy in the air, making each moment feel strained and uncertain.

I stole a glance at Azriel out of the corner of my eye, finding him watching me with a mixture of apprehension and longing. My heart skipped a beat at the sight, the weight of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine.

As we reached the door to our bedroom, I paused, my hand hovering uncertainly over the handle. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Azriel nodded, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes," he replied, his voice steady despite the nerves that flickered in his eyes. "I want to be with you, more than anything, as long as you're ready."

I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of emotion welling up inside me, not immune to the irony of the question. With a shaky breath, I pushed open the door, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows across the room. We stood there for a moment, neither of us moving, as if unsure of what to do next. But then, with a shared glance, we moved as one, closing the distance between us with hesitant steps.

I reached out to touch him, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek. "I love you," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

Azriel's eyes softened at my words, his hand coming up to cradle my face in a gentle caress. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

And then, with a shared smile, we began to undress, each movement slow and deliberate as we shed the layers that separated us. It was awkward at first, our hands fumbling and uncertain as we navigated the unfamiliar terrain of each other's bodies.

But as we moved together, our laughter mingling with the soft sounds of the night, something shifted between us. The tension that had once hung heavy in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of ease and familiarity that washed over us like a warm embrace.

(MDNI SMUT AFTER THE CUT)

Azriel's touch is a symphony of sensations, each brush of his fingertips sending sparks of desire dancing along my skin. He starts with feather-light caresses, tracing invisible patterns across the curve of my jaw, down the length of my neck, and along the swell of my collarbones. Each touch is a promise of things to come, a tantalizing tease that leaves me yearning for more.

His lips follow the path his fingers have traced, pressing soft, lingering kisses against my skin. He explores every inch of me with a reverence that takes my breath away, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I gasp as his lips find the hollow of my throat, his tongue tracing delicate circles against my pulse point.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and husky with desire. I shiver at his words, a rush of heat pooling between my thighs.

As he continues to explore, his hands roam freely over my body, mapping every curve and contour with a hunger that mirrors my own. He cups the weight of my breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing lightly over my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through me.

"Azriel," I whisper, my voice trembling with longing as I arch into his touch, a low moan escaping my lips as he takes one swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling with a fervor that leaves me dizzy with desire. His other hand travels lower, skimming across the sensitive skin of my abdomen before dipping between my thighs.

I gasp as his fingers find the heat between my legs, teasing me with maddening slowness. He circles my clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm.

"You drive me wild," he confesses, his breath hot against my skin as he slides a single finger inside me, testing my readiness. I'm already slick with desire, my body eager for more of him. I rock my hips against his hand, wordlessly urging him to continue. With a low growl of approval, Azriel adds a second finger, stretching me in the most exquisite way possible.

I moan his name, my fingers tangling in his dark locks as I pull him closer, desperate for more of his touch. "I want you," I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“All good things come to those who wait,” he smirks against my breast, his tongue swiping at my hardened nipple.

“Please,” I whine, my hips meeting his gentle thrusts, the soft squelching noises between my thighs steadily growing louder and more frequent. He complies eagerly, increasing the pace and pressure of his ministrations until I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion, every nerve in my body singing with pleasure.

And just when I think I can't take any more, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me gasping and aching for release. With a wicked smile, he leans up to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a dance as old as time.

I lose myself in the kiss, the world narrowing down to the feel of his lips against mine, the taste of him on my tongue. We part with fierce huffs of breaths as he reaches down to ready himself, using the slick he collected between my thighs to lather his thick length. I whimper at the sight of it, his long, intimidating length, prettily flushed and already dripping precum.

Azriel shushes me softly as he lines himself up, slowly sliding himself against my clit for a moment before notching at my entrance. With a deep breath, he slowly starts to slide in.

I let out a long gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders as he hovers above me, his face pinched so beautifully in both pleasure and concentration.

“Gods,” he whimpers as his thighs meet mine, my heart flipping at the sound and before soon Azriel and I meld together in a dance of desire, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The heat between us ignites, consuming us in a blaze of passion as we lose ourselves in the ecstasy of our union.

Azriel's movements are primal and unrestrained, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of oblivion. I cling to him, my nails digging into his skin as I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies colliding with a force that borders on violence.

Slick with sweat, our bodies slide against each other, creating a symphony of sounds that fills the room. The scent of our arousal hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of candles burning low.

"You're mine," he growls, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. "Mine to claim."

I moan in response, the sound a guttural cry of need as pleasure courses through my veins. "Yes," I gasp, my voice barely more than a desperate plea.

The intensity of our connection is overwhelming, a tidal wave of desire crashing over us with each passing moment. I lose myself in the sensation, the world narrowing down to the feel of Azriel's skin against mine, the sound of his ragged breaths mingling with my own.

He leans down to capture my lips in a savage kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth with a hunger that borders on feral. I bite back, matching his intensity with a ferocity of my own as we devour each other with a raw, primal need.

Every touch, every kiss, every thrust is a testament to our shared desire, a silent declaration of the love that binds us together. We are lost in each other, consumed by the fire that burns between us, unable to tell where one ends and the other begins.

As the pleasure mounts, I feel myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, my entire being consumed by the overwhelming tide of sensation. Azriel senses my impending release and adjusts his rhythm, driving me over the edge with a final, desperate thrust.

I scream his name as ecstasy washes over me in a blinding burst of light, my body convulsing with pleasure as I tumble into the abyss of sensation. "Azriel!" I cry out, my voice a plea for more as I surrender to the depths of bliss.

He growls in response, panting in my ear, “let me put a baby in you, my mate. Let me-” he lets out a grunt as his movements become more erratic, “let me show the world how good i give it to you, to this pretty little pussy.”

I whimper at the words, my sex addled mind going blank for a moment as he suspends my pleasure, “yes, please, Az, put a baby in me,” I moan loudly, gently scratching the delicate membrane of his right wing.

Azriel lets out a roar of pleasure as he lets himself go, shoving in as far as he can and staying there as he fills me with his warm seed. “I love you,” he pants softly in my ear, his entire body laying sticky and limp on top of mine.

“I love you too,” I breathe, my hands moving to rake through his soft curls.

As the waves of pleasure slowly subside, Azriel turns us to hold me close, his touch gentle yet possessive. There's an unspoken understanding between us, a connection that goes deeper, a thread that sparkles in pure gold with contentment and satisfaction. His arms around me feel like home, like a sanctuary where I can be truly myself.

His whispered words of love and reassurance wash over me like a soothing balm, each syllable a tender caress against my skin. He speaks of our bond, of the love that binds us together, and I listen, my heart swelling with gratitude for the man who has become my everything.

I nestle against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. It's a comforting rhythm, a reminder that I am safe in his embrace, cocooned in the warmth of our shared intimacy.

"Stay," he murmurs softly, his breath warm against my skin. "I know you have to get cleaned up… but, just a little longer."

I smile, my heart swelling with affection for this man who has become so much more than just a lover. "Of course," I reply, my voice a gentle murmur in the darkness.

Azriel presses a tender kiss to my forehead, his touch a gentle caress along the curve of my spine. With each stroke of his fingers, I feel the tension leaving my body, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment.

We lie together in silence, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. There's no need for words; our connection speaks volumes in the quiet of the room. I trace lazy patterns on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips, a comforting reminder of the love that binds us together.

And as sleep finally claims us both, I drift off with the comforting knowledge that in Azriel's arms, I have found a kind of love that transcends mere physical desire, a love that will sustain us through whatever challenges lie ahead.

#fanfic #x reader #acomaf #acourtofthornsandroses #azriel #acosf #angst #acotar #acowar #azriel acotar #dee writes smut #smut #female reader #fem reader #fluff #drabble #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel x you #azriel smut #azriel angst #azriel fluff #azriel spymaster #lucien vanserra #pro lucien #lucien x reader #elain x lucien #lucien acotar #acotar fanart

[moondirti]

what are your thoughts on submissive Miguel?

ooo okay. I actually have thoughts about this so enjoy a little drabble between updates of Animalic because that’s taking so long :) this is in no way correlated to Wraith’s story!

warnings: submissive! miguel, teasing, handjobs, references to biting

Miguel isn’t the type to submit easily. His default state is one of a man in charge; honed over the years since losing Gabriella, when the seemingly harmless choice to replace his alternate self cost millions of lives. He knows what it is to be human, how much we overlook in favour of pleasure – to him, that means that the only person he can trust to stay disciplined is himself. And, naturally, that extends to his bedroom habits.

When he takes a break from work or stewing over the state of the spider-verse, he fucks quick. It’s rough, ‘drill you into the mattress’ type sex - hands anchored to the pillow on either side of your head. He pressed his weight onto you, particularly where you’re folded in half at the hip, and is focused solely on the climax. You’ve never really had… time to bring up the topic of switching positions.

That is, until one particularly slow night. He comes back early, tired – his back hunched and his muscles strained and you can tell that the day had taken its toll on him. It progresses gradually, a sort of unravelling that neither him or you intend. You guide him to rest on the couch, fingers kneading the knots that pepper his shoulder, over his suit. That proves to be a hindrance though, of course, and before you know it, it retracts to his waist and leaves his chest bare.

Miguel never voices how much he loves it when your lips press softly to his skin, warming the overworked flesh in tiny butterfly kisses. But he melts, ever so slightly, so you keep then going until you reach his ear, where you whisper questions about work. What happened. Do you wanna talk about it. He only shakes his head no, brows furrowed, but he leans back into you in a silent press to keep going.

And then you’re grazing your nails down his pecs, tracing the lines of his abs. His hair is soft - if not slightly damp with sweat - and it tickles your temple when you nuzzle his neck. You’re tempted to graze your teeth along the valleys there, but you refrain for him. He’s relenting, you think, only because he needs it. Needs a moment of tenderness where he isn’t the one making all the choices.

It’s monumental only because of the time it’s taken to get to this point. For him, succumbing to you means everything. That he has full faith in your instinct, the decision-making skills you’ve developed in tandem to his. You know when to push him, when to draw back. He’s comfortable enough to be willing for either.

You stay stuck like that, cradling him from behind. Eventually, your hand ushers the nanotech off his crotch, and grin at what’s underneath. Commando - naturally, but his cock is pulsing already, an angry shade of purple after having been restrained so long. Pearly pre-cum drips down onto his lap, his length heavy, dipping forward, unable to hold its own weight.

He’s hot. Sweltering on your palm, ready to burst. You skim past where he needs you most, cupping his balls instead, and shift uncomfortably with the way his head tips back, jaw hinged open in pleasure. You’re struck with the alarming fact, then, seeing how responsive he is to your controlled ministrations.

Sure, he needs this. But-

He also wants it. Desperately.

#i wrote this on my phone in the car #so its messy but #༄dee answers #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman: across the spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderman: atsv #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #drabble #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

[starandcloud]

So beautiful

He remembers how pretty you looked the first time you used his vape, how your eyes watered up and you couldn't handle the smoke. He remembers how you choked and gripped onto him, and how you gripped onto his jeans. Hacking and gasping for air as you choked out a whine. He remembers how you looked up at him, your eyes so teary and your bottom lip trembling just enough that you looked like you were going to cry. He remembers how you leaned into his hand as he reached up and wiped away those tears that seemed to crystalize your eyes. He remembers how you leaned into his chest, shivering from the damp grass. He couldn't remember why you insisting on wearing such a thin outfit for this, he told you it was going to be chilly. Maybe it was because you wanted to wear his coat, which he ended up draping over you and pressing a kiss to the back of your head as you cuddled close to him. The grass pricking your chilled skin as one of his arms went around your waist and his fingers dug into your waist as he held you close, his other hand held the blue cotton candy vape that you just loved the smell of. Even though you couldn't take the nicotine that it had in it, he found it adorable how you'd smile and bask in the scent whenever he'd blow the smoke into your face. The little giggles you'd periodically let out made his heart melt as the two of you watched the sunset together. Perfect in his opinion.

#dee metal family headcannons #dee shvagenbagen #dee metal family #dee x reader #metal family dee #dee drabble #faeriesberries

[noromantichero]

just some thoughts i've been having recently because i've been playing a bunch of the kirby games & stuff but i'm thinking about bandana waddle dee & kirby's relationship

obligatory warning that i think they're in love but also! How!!!

ugh they'd be so quietly in love methinks. like, it's that weird shift when you know someone really well as a good friend & it just gradually gets a little more over time. bandee & kirby will hold hands & then sooner or later they're giving each other 'platonic' kisses

like it's that odd pipeline in super duper close relationships that i can't pinpoint, but they themselves would barely recognise that they're basically dating at a certain point

it'd take someone else to ask "so are you two a thing?" & both of them give a bewildered look to one another. & they both instantly realise they like each other so much!!

probably would include a brief conversation later like "about what that person said..." etc etc. & they'd probably just keep it the same as ever without a proper label to it either.

anyway sorry i got brainrotted; i just think they'd unexpectedly fall in love with each other without realising

#kirbandee #kirby x bandana waddle dee #thoughts / rambling #drabbles from kris #i saw callum's animation & this wouldn't leave my brain

[blueparadis]

For your Valentine’s Day event I offer: shinji hirako ❤️

shinji hirako and first love from v-day event.

For Shinji, his first love hits him in all proportions. He falls, hard and fast but its silent. He has been observant of his surroundings since his adolescence, watching people go through all sorts of emotions just because of love. So, when he likes someone he lets it linger it for a while, flirts a little here and there and likes the warm feeling while being around them but love?

love touches him deeper and makes him a little afraid for to advance, a little vulnerable. So, for now he watches her, talks to her in short sentences without much eye contact yet goes bonkers if she asked him to help het in studies. Yep, he might be a little mischievous but he is one of the top students in his class.

#shinji hirako #$nippet #bleach shinji #bleach imagines #shinji bleach #shinji x you #shinji x reader #shinji hirako x reader #bleach drabbles #drabbles #drabble #bleach fluff #dee #i ran as fast as i could when i got your notif #i thought you'd go for kunigami tho #anyways #shinjiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh #drabble fic #fluff drabble #fluff and feels #fluff

[solardee]

Dawn of a New Dream - Chapter 2

“Do you think any of the berry bushes are ready yet?” Dawn asked his brother as he hung from the vines of their tree.

“I don’t think so,” Dusk replied, “everything’s still only got flowers right now.”

Dawn scrunched his nasal ridge in mild confusion.

“The tree doesn’t.”

“The tree never has flowers,” Dusk said patiently, fiddling with the willow branches they collected from the river’s edge a few hours ago, “it will only ever have apples.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because.”

Dawn waited for his brother to elaborate, but no such explanation came, “Because why?”

“ ‘Cause that’s how it works. It’s not a food apple tree.”

Dawn made an annoyed noise in the back of his throat, slipping from his swing so he could sit on the forest floor beside his brother. He knew the apples weren’t meant to be eaten, of course he did! The feelings of foreboding energy they gave off were a tell tale sign of that.

But that didn’t explain why it didn’t follow the natural cycles of life they had watched and influenced in other plants.

“It's still a tree though!” Dawn argued, crossing his legs and putting his chin on his fists, “Why doesn't it die and bloom like everything else does? The apple blossoms would be pretty I think.”

Dusk hummed, setting down his half woven willow branches in his lap, “Yeah, blossoms would be pretty cool,” while he conceited to his brother, he still frowned, “but where would the magic go while the tree is dead?”

Dawn frowned at that too, “I… I dunno. The roots?” 

Dusk scoffed, “Nothing blooms on roots, that's dumb.”

“No it isn't! Mushrooms grow in roots.”

“Mushrooms grow everywhere, roots don't count.”

“Apples can grow anywhere too!”

“They only grow on apple trees-” Dusk’s argument was cut off as Dawn tore a bit of grass from the turf they sat on and threw it at his face, “pleh- ew! Dawn!”

“Grass also grows everywhere~” the pink clad skeleton sang as Dusk glared at him.

“This is why you’re the baby brother…” Dusk grumbled as he picked the clippings from his shirt. Dawn gasped in offense.

“I am NOT the baby! We’re twins, so we-”

“Yes you are, I am a whole 3 hours older than you,” Dusk huffed with immense self satisfaction.

Dawn grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat back, “Whatever, at least I’ll be taller than you.”

“Will not.”

“The last Guardian was!”

Dusk frowned a bit at that, “Well duh. He was old. Of course he was taller than me. I bet his brother was taller than him before I woke up.”

“You don’t know that, you didn’t ever meet him!” Dawn argued.

“Well you never met the other guardian so how would you know he was taller than you?” Dusk said as he turned his attention back to the willow branches in his lap.

“Because you told me squirrel for brains!” 

Dawn had straightened out his spine, attempting to gain just an inch on his hunched over brother. The smug grin of his face was heard through his voice, because Dusk glanced up from his work with a sly smile of his own.

“Maybe I lied to you,” Dusk hummed with a shrug.

“You didn’t!”

“Yeah, I did, he was really the size of a grass blade,” Dusk snickered at Dawn’s devastated expression, holding up his fingers in a pinched notion, “He was thiiiiiiis big, said he shrunk when he got older so his brother was so much taller than him and-”

Dawn grabbed his brother by the shoulders mid sentence, beginning to shake the other in exasperation.

“Nuh-uh that’s the lie!! You’re lying right now, stop it!” Dawn whined as the shaking slowly stopped to Dusk’s amused giggles.

The expression on Dawn’s face didn’t lighten up by much though.

“... He wasn’t really that tiny, was he…?” the sunnier twin asked, much softer this time.

Dusk paused in his willow branch weaving, taking in Dawn’s demure posture. 

It was easy to forget that his younger sibling had never met the previous guardian, didn’t receive the gentle explanation of their roles that Dusk had gotten when he had awoken. Never received the reassurances of care and comfort that he had received from someone who knew what the world held, like he had, if only for a brief 3 hours.

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“Hmm. How odd it is, to be on this end of the lifetime.” a strange voice had rung out in his auditory senses. Dusk’s auditory senses. His name was Dusk. He knew that to be certain, though wasn’t sure why.

“C’mon on then Mini-Cosmo, open up those eyelights of yours and let’s see how you compare.” the voice said again, it was soft, fond, comforting.

Dusk opened his sockets, the eyelights(?) kicking on as if he’d been doing it forever. Patterns like breathing and thinking and language built into his skull, knowledge tucked away in the safety of his mind awaiting the wisdom to be able to apply it.

It was blurry at first, Dusk had to learn to blink in order to clear his vision before the soft orange blob in front of him materialized into a more solid vision.

An old skeleton, bones weathered by time and nature sat across from him, leaning against the tree of feelings (Oh, he knew what that was, it must be important. He knew it was important). The clothes the other wore matched his magic, soft hues of what Dusk would eventually come to know as the sky at sunset, and the soft golden crown upon his head looked like a star.

The stranger’s gaze was so fond, despite the wet trails down his face (Tear tracks, his mind helpfully supplied, though Dusk couldn’t fathom what they were for).

“Well well well, guess we all really are unique, aren’t we?” the stranger spoke again, breath wheezing through old ribs.

“Who are you?” Dusk had asked. The other felt important for some reason. (Brother, his mind again supplied, but for some reason Dusk couldn’t correlate that to the being that sat in front of him).

“Hmm. I don’t think my name’s going to be very important soon kid. I’ve got something better for you though. Would you like to hear a story?” the skeleton asked, patting the ground weakly beside him. It looked as though someone had already been sitting there previously. 

Dusk wondered where they went as he cuddled up beside the stranger, warm and safe.

Two and a half hours later, when the stranger finished telling him about the tree, the forest, his life, and his role, he faded away.

Thirty minutes later he had a brother.

~--------------------~

Dusk looked back at his brother again, expression soft and gentle as he tried to offer the same comfort he had felt once before, “Course he wasn’t Dawny, I was only playing.”

Dawn smiled a bit as he looked up, Dusk setting aside the finished basket of woven branches as he patted the ground next to him, “You know, he told me a story, I don’t think I told you this one yet…”

Dawn giggled as he eagerly cuddled up against his brother’s side, both their backs against the tree as the sunset painted the sky in red and golds.

#Dee Drabbles #Undertale AU #Undertale Multiverse #Dreamtale AU #Undertale Equiverse #UTMV #UTEV #Dawn!Dream #Dusk!Nightmare #dawn of a new dream #Look at me so inspired this week #lol we'll see how long it lasts #Either way #enjoy a lil world building!

[ballerinapriincess]

🌸 Flower Inventory, p. 3 ;

A FusionFall!DeeDark drabble written in Mandark's perspective, first drafted in February 17th, 2022

Special thanks to @silyabeeodess for the clean Burger Frenzy logo!

Three days, four days, but you’ve only been there two. The coldness of the lab gets to you.

I was a prisoner to my duty; I served its sentence. Still no result was satisfying, no effort was fruitful, for there was a fog in my brain I could not see through, and a faint headache in my brow I could not ignore.

Then like the bristling rain after a heatwave, in came my Angel like a vision. Radiant and beautiful as always; a soothing bliss to these sore eyes.

Her presence only meant one thing: It was lunch time, and I hadn’t eaten all day.

“Hello~!” She dragged her speech playfully, but ever so concise.

She carried with her a paper bag and a drink carrier. How she managed to bounce her step so gracefully without spilling them was beyond me; it was a perk of her charm, a fruit of her ballet training.

“Good afternoon”, I hummed to myself, unable to reply by word.

She put the food on the nearest surface and helped herself to a drink of her fruit punch soda. It was now that I distinguished the smell of the food she had brought: the smell of Burger Frenzy fries and a burger, and a third item I was too tired to identify, but soon awoke the hunger I had been ignoring.

While I wasn’t a fan of fast foods, sometimes the body cannot deny it. When you’ve been at the lab for days on end, and the coldness of the room starts to make you sick, you suddenly find yourself craving the greasy taste of a burger; anything that could make your body sweat in the midst of it all, something for your body to digest over the hours.

How she knew she could make it work is beyond me, all I know is she changed my mind. It’s yet another testament to her magic, possibly due to her experience with her brother.

She fixed her straw and fixed her eyes at me. She looked at me with mild concern.

“Wow, you really need a break.”

She put her cold drink down and leaned closer. She held my face and said “Look at you, you look so red”. The sting of the cold wet fingers made me flinch, prompting a soft “Sorry!” from her as she retrieved to dry them.

She gently brushed the hair off my brow with the long side of her hand, in a swift, soothing motion.

I tugged her hand right back and placed it on my brow, to fully enjoy the sensation.

“Thank you for the food,” I managed to say. “I can feel my creative juices at work again”.

✿ [ Original Draft: ]

#;; The label is correct this was the third drabble I drafted but I'm posting it Second #✿ 。° :: { out of character ; } #Dee Dee #Mandark #FusionFall #DeeDark #Hiatus Adventures #My Art #✿ 。° :: { fanfics ; } #The Flower Inventory #;; to those that helped me review this two months ago: This is the one that had the scrapped Fool + Slave monologue #;; I might add it if I see enough hype lmao

[deeranger]

The Things We Never Said

Blood as tar, sticky black

Muscles weak and arching back

Shiny metal, cool and sleek

Fog is rolling gray and bleak

Brother dear, hear the call

What is lost if not it all?

Once we die we may return

But in Hell our souls will burn

Freed by love, bound by blood

Tears do form a raging flood

Will I find you as I pray?

Or is God too far away?

Brother dear, my regret

Are the things I never said

It's too late, the end is nigh

Speak your name now as I die

#poetry #spn #Implied wincest #fanfiction #dark #sam winchester #dee writes #red meat #alternate ending #now I gave myself a sad #why am i like this? #drabble

[mimikiplovesgaming]

Okay so Star ripped out my heart (affectionately) with her Prisma origins comic, so I think a little special someone is gonna have to come in and lighten up the queen's mood. @startistdoodles , this one's for you ❤️

Paper Wings 🦋

The Star Warriors were a proud group of fighters, everyone knew that. More and more of them had come out of hiding after Kirby's famous defeat of NME, taking on newer threats to the universe- Dark Matter and their Master, Zero. The warriors sent their best to conquer the plague of Dark Matter, only to lose them to the darkness.

Only one survived the encounter with a cost.

Lady Prisma, an ex-star warrior, now queen of her own kingdom, was the one to survive. The cost had been her pride and joy: her glittering gossamer wings. It forced her to retire, and acted like a scar of shame and weakness in her eyes.

She stared at the two marks where her beautiful wings once were in the mirror of her chambers, her eyes staring off in longing. 'Maybe it would've been better to die with my wings...than to survive without them.' She thought in the back of her mind, picturing the shattered reflection of them. Her thoughts were interrupted by her door opening by a little pink Waddle Dee entering with a flower in their nubby hand.

"Wanya! Wa-...wanya? (Queen! I found this for you-...are you okay?)" It was Widdle Dee, their faithful and tiny right hand. They stopped upon seeing the expression Prisma wore, looking concerned at their mother figure.

"Oh-! Widdle! Sorry, I'm quite alright." Prisma quickly brushed away her thoughts and feelings, putting on her fur-lined cloak in a bit of a rush to hide her scars. "Oh, did you find that in the fields? It's so pretty, Widdle!" She walked up to her pint sized compatriot and placed a hand on their head, ruffling the green and yellow cap they wore (a woven copy of Kirby's sword hat, lovingly crafted).

Widdle nodded and held the flower up to Prisma, who then tucked it into the lapel on her cape. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll cherish it always." She smiled. "Now I'm off to tend to some things in the gardens, alright dear? I won't be long, and then we'll have lunch together."

Widdle nodded with a beaming expression and a salute as Prisma left her chambers towards her royal gardens. After making sure the coast was clear, Widdle took off with lightning speed towards the library. They noticed that earlier expression she wore- she had that expression every time she looked in the mirror at her back. Widdle hated seeing their royal friend in such despair...but they had an idea. And they needed paper- lots and lots of paper.

Widdle stayed in the library while the Queen tended to her royal duties. Other servants watched in confusion as Widdle tore pages out of books and painted over them with glue, getting some on their cheek in the process. When lunch time rolled around, Prisma had to go searching for her tiny friend. "Widdle? Widdle? Honey, lunch is ready! Where are you?"

"Wanya! Wanya! (In here! Close your eyes!)" Widdle could be heard coming from the library door. Close her eyes? What could Widdle be doing? "Alright, my eyes are closed. I'm coming in." She announced and stepped into the library with her hands over her eyes as promised. "Aah...wanya! (Aaand...open them!)"

When Prisma opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the mess of books and paper on the ground. Glue marks stained the rug and dripped off of the tables. It was like a tornado blew through her castle! Standing in the middle of the mess was Widdle, covered in paper shavings and glue. They held something in their hands, something that looked like...paper wings.

"Wanya...wa wan wanya wa. Wa...wanya wanya! (You always look so sad when you look at your wings...so I made you some!)" Widdle exclaimed and held up the pair to the queen. The wings were made from different pieces of torn out book pages and glued together in the shape of the wings she once bore, and covered in obscene amounts of glitter. There were straps attached with string so they could be worn. "Wanya? (Do you like them?)"

Prisma was silent, staring down at her little Dee. Widdle did this...for her? Tears welled up in her aqua eyes as she kneeled down and scooped Widdle up into a tight and warm hug. "You didn't have to do this for me...oh Widdle. I don't know what to say... they're beautiful..." She sniffled and took off her cloak, slipping the set of wings on her back. They were a little floppy, but it made her feel... lighter inside. She couldn't fly with them of course, yet it was still heartwarming to know Widdle had made them for her.

She took Widdle's hand and smiled. "I'll never take them off unless I have to, my little one. They're perfect. Thank you, truly." Prisma pressed a kiss to their head. "Let's go eat our lunch, yes? Then..." She looked back at the mess of the library. "We'll clean this up afterwards."

"Wanya! (Yes milady!)" Widdle giggled and skipped along beside the queen as they headed off to eat, the paper wings fluttering and glittering as they walked.

#my writing #writing drabble #kirby #kirby right back at ya #prisma knight #widdle dee #kirby oc #gift for a friend #hope you like this! #this was fun to write! #i love me some hurt/comfort after some good angst #luv you Star!!

[amethystpath-writes]

Reflections

(not a pr0mpt)

******

“I think I know what your problem is.”

Villain ignored the fact that Hero had snuck in. She was already there- no need wasting breath on how. “I don’t remember having a problem.”

Hero was sat on the windowsill as Villain now noticed. Her feet dangled against the wall, beside the sink. “You try too hard. You feel yourself slipping into a good mood so you destroy yourself for it. Darkness is comfort.”

“Poetic,” Villain remarked.

“I’m serious.”

“As am I.”

Hero sighed from her place in Villain’s home. “Why do you do it?” she asked finally. Villain could tell the question had been weighing on her. All those times she fell behind on his schemes- when she’d look him in the eye, and Villain could see there was something missing. It had been an answer. “What are you trying to prove to yourself?”

“You’re troubled.”

“I’m not,” Hero argued. “You are.” But Villain knew better.

He sat at the kitchen island. Putting an arm out in a welcoming manner, Villain invited Hero to sit, as well.

She shook her head at first. Expected.

“I won’t bite,” Villain assured.

Still, she seemed uncomfortable. Villain didn’t push any further in that regard, but he did say, “Tell me, then.”

"What?"

Villain blew a cold breath against the surface of his coffee before taking a sip. "Tell me what doubts you're having."

With a scoff, Hero kicked her feet against the wall, propelling herself off the windowsill and onto the ground. Her feet landed with a soft thud. She raised a finger but Villain cut her off-

"You're defensive. That means I'm right." He took another long sip of his coffee. Hummed. "Did you expect me to be bothered that you broke in?"

Given her strawberry cheeks, Villain imagined so. He shrugged. It wasn't his problem; he was just making coffee. What could Hero do to stop him?

"Listen," Villain said, "I'm not in the mood for an emotional interrogation, so why don't you sit down and I'll make you a warm mug of coffee."

When she didn't respond, Villain volunteered himself anyway. He stood from the kitchen island and abandoned his mug to pluck another from the cabinet. "French vanilla or caramel macchiato?" he asked, as he then opened the fridge.

"Neither?"

"You drink your coffee black?" Villain wasn't sure why this made him smile, but it did.

"If it's not a dark roast, yes."

"It's light."

She nodded. "Then nothing in it. Please. Uh- thank you."

"That means you'll have a cup with me?"

Hero nodded. When Villain placed the mug in front of her, she watched the steam rising from it- considered it as if it were poisoned straight from the pot. "Villain?" she said, and swallowed. "I have something to tell you."

#not a pr0mpt #Reflections #hero x villain #hero x villain story #hero x villain snippet #hero x villain drabble #heroes and villains #hero #villain #guys #i've been writing this one for several days. #my eyes are swollen. they burn. they itch. #my nose is stuffy and simultaneously runny. pouring snot the consistency of water. #my ears have so much pressure in them that it defies the ability of every god i've ever known. #ms sandy told me to pour peroxide down my ears. that will clear it all away she said. #but that scares me. #liquid? in my ears? ah? that just sounds like a no no. not to mention- i has no peroxide at work. and even if we did- i don't think they #would be okay with me using it to pour it down my ear holes. i feel like they would question that #anyway. i almost made an inside joke in this story. when villain asked hero what creamer she wanted- i almost said butter. #why did you almost say butter dee? #because my pappaw used to use butter as a creamer for his coffee. #he also fed one of the cats butter on a nightly basis. that cat's fur was ridiculously soft.

[djcarnationsblog]

[Prompt !! ]

Dee but he sleeps like...cat

And his family just found out

CATDEE-

...

Why did Glam not know of this sooner?

He prided himself in taking the time to know about his kids, from hobbies and likes, to dislikes and troubles. Glam liked knowing that he could easily interact with his kids in ways in which please them, and he simply likes knowing that his kids are, well, good kids.

This? This thing he didn't know about? It was so cute.

He didn't know what to expect when Ches came to his office, a dopey grin on his face as he practically dragged him from the office, down the stairs to the living room. Glam thought that perhaps the man finally got enough money to buy a better guitar, and wanted to show him.

But no, it was much better. Even Vicky and Heavy were there, respectively holding expressions of astonishment, then pure confusion.

When Glam was able to follow their gaze to the couch, he had to surpress a snort.

It was Dee, and he was sleeping. Better yet, sleeping like a cat. Curled up on the literal top of the couch for who knows what reason, lightly snoring away with his phone held limply in his hand.

It was so cute, Glam couldn't help but hold up his phone (after checking the flash and noise) and taking a few quick pictures, stifling his laughter.

"When did this start happening?" he muttered to his wife, who shrugged with a shake of her head, clearly just as amused as he was.

"What, do we have a full grown cat now?" Heavy interrupted, causing Vicky to snort. "He's a cat now. Oh no." Glam spoke teasingly.

Glam shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on it as he gestured to the kitchen, where a (conveniently place) roll of tinfoil lay. Ches was quick to catch on, snickering his ass off as he grabbed the roll and left the room, to tear a few of them off without disturbing the sleeping teen.

He came back a bit later, and the two were quick to start surrounding Glam's son with tin foil. Heavy was silently wheezing in the background, find it funny how they treated Dee like a literal cat.

Once they had finished their devious preparations, Ches went into the fridge and got out some pre-sliced cucumbers, placing them on top of the tin foil for maximum hilarity. God did Glam wanna shake that man senseless, trying instead not to breakdown laughing. He noticed Vicky recording and oh was this gonna be good.

Ches backed away, and so did Glam, looking at them all as he grinned almost deviously. Taking a second, he a finger, took a deep breath...

And whistled with deafening pitch.

It startled Dee awake in an instant, letting out a yelp as he did. He barely even processed what was going on, mind too foggy of sleep to actually identify the shininess around him as tinfoil, and the green around him as cucumbers.

But he let out a scream anyways cause clearly his mind must have seen something different, and clearly jumpstarted some kind of fright machine in him.

And he fell off the couch.

The family almost crumbled to the ground in laughter.

Dee jumped up with a start, knocking off some of the prank material as he whipped his head around, finally processing what in the world just happened. And that red shade of embarrassment consuming his face was worth it.

"DAMNIT DAD!" He exclaimed, immediately accusing (and rightly so) of his father being the originator of the chaos. "What was that for!?"

"I'm sorry! I just made a huge discovery that my son was half a cat! Can you believe it?" Dee's face of incredulity said otherwise, but Glam just thought that made it all even funnier.

"Our own fluffy kitten to snuggle with!" Vicky came in, Dee unable to escape her bear hug, though he desperately tried. "No!! No, I am not a cat- mOm!" his voice cracked in surprise when Vicky pulled him up from under the arms, shaking him around joyously.

"AAAAGH! I hate you!" Dee exclaimed, writhing in her grasp all he could. Glam wasn't gonna do it again, he knew that, he would let his son sleep like that if he wished. But he just had to do that, the idea was brilliant!!

At least he didn't mean the screams of hatred!

#DJC Drabbles #metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #vicky metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family

[starandcloud]

Dee Metal Family Headcannons

Lil head cannons I have about Dee, WILL be added on to- without a doubt- There probably won't be any explanations for these

He uses He/They pronouns.

"Low Support Needs" Autistic with special interests in: - Music - Languages - and Technology

Usually has his earbuds in for a sensory thing, not always listening to music.

His favorite subjects are: - Math - Art - Science - and Tech

His hair used to be longer, and he used to braid it but the way it laid against his back triggered sensory overload.

Same thing when he cut his hair to look like Glam's. Everything was okay, except for the fact that he could feel the air on the back of his neck, and it freaked him out. So, Glama and Vickey got him some thick chokers and a hoodie with a thick hood to wear while his hair grew out again.

When Dee was younger a teacher cut his hair, making him cry because of sensory issues. It kinda traumatized him.

He might be tone-deaf, but he plays the drums really well!

He can sing amazingly.

If he likes you, he'll charge less for his services.

He has a bunch of sketchbooks filled with random bullshit.

He's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his grades and gets mad at himself if he gets below a 90% on anything.

He has AMAZING handwriting

Loves cats and feeds a stray one that's by the video store

Dee and Lif briefly dated but decided to just stay friends, she's his dealer now

Dee smokes weed/vapes to deal with stress but only when Heavy/his parents aren't home or it's late at night

100% has a Love/Hate relationship with his hair being played with. On one hand its soothing and on the other it's a massive overstimulation.

It's big on PDA but will hold your hand

Dee's a silent romantic. Which means: he'll stand behind you when you're on a stool/chair to catch you if you fall. When you're in the store he'll have his hand on the center/small of your back, when he walks you home he'll make sure you're on the "inside" of the sidewalk, his arm is around your waist (or his hand is on your waist), at random times. When/if he's at your/your are his house, he makes sure you're the farthest away from the door. "Just in case, you'll be safe", he told you that when you asked why you HAD to sleep on the inside of the bed. He'll order you gifts, and have them ordered to your house. If you bend down near something with a sharp corner, he'll cover it with his hand so you don't hit your head.

He labels EVERYTHING the two of you do as a date

He has a lot of picture of you, you make his heart happy

His favorite date with you, so far, was sitting/laying on a hill teaching you how to correctly vape with music playing in the black ground

His favorite flavor is literally ANYTHING strawberry

His vape is rainbow colored

Makes you playlists as a way to show his affection

NEVER hesitates to help you

Loves it when you wear his clothes

He has Life360 so he knows you're safe

Dee is always acutely aware of your body language, mood, and how you dress and talk. He knows when your period (if you possess a V) and leaves chocolate on your desk for you

Hasn't charged you for his help since you started dating

He'll never admit it, but he gets separation anxiety with you

He's acutely aware of your clothing and jewelry sizes

He got you and him promise rings with yours and his birthstones in them, he wears his around his neck because overstimulation

Applesauce is a safe food for him

He's not big on Energy Drinks but does like the C-4 Skittles

His favorite candy is the Wild Berry Skittles

Dee likes modern music but loves the walkman. He got one when he was twelve (12) and it broke after a few years it broke, which really upset Dee. So Chive MacGyvered it to work again and Glam bought another one, just in case Dee's broke again

Dee prefers colder weather because he, then, has an excuse to wear comfort/heavier clothes

He doesn't really do parties but goes if invited, so he's not seen as rude

He's touch-starved so, he loves it when you spontaneously hug him

He loves forehead kisses, "They're gentle and soft"

Dee tends to get clingy if it's been a while since the two of you saw each other (outside of school). He'll hold you from behind and hide his face in your neck to whine quietly. But if you're at his house/he's at your house he'll be little spoon or be cuddled up to your chest

If the two of you can't be alone while he's being clingy, he'll be irritable and hold onto you tightly

I can see him having BPD or Bi-Polar Disorder, he NEEDS to see/talk to you at least once a day so he doesn't start overthinking that you don't love him or you're leaving him

Has Anxiety and OCD

He loves to kiss you randomly, he revels in the sight of you blushing and hiding your face from him

Craves Skin-to-Skin contact. Hates the feeling of clothes against his hands/skin when he's trying to be affectionate

Can/Will/Has beat the crap out of someone for making you uncomorrtable when you had dressed up for a date. His mom helped while his dad and Heavy distracted you.

Before he was actually dating you everyone already thought you were. E.g.: #1 - "Love?" "Yes Dee?" "Did I leave my sweater at your house?" "The black and blue one?" "Yes, that one." "Yeah, I washed it" "..." ":)" "..." "?" "So it smells like you?" "Mhm!" "Good." #2 - "Dee?" "Yes Darling?" "Can I come over tonight?" "Of course, is everything okay?" "My parents-" "Enough said, Just wear my clothes" "Okay!" #3 - "Angel?" "Yes Dee?" "I love you Sweetheart." "I love you too Darling." #4 - "Sweet baby?" "Yes Batty?" "Can you check over my work please?" #5 - "Are you taking a shower?" "Mhm" "Okay." *Ten minutes later* "STOP GIVING ME YOUR CLOTHES!" "No, like how ou look in them." "..." "*smug ass grin* "... Would you like to cuddle?" "... Yes... Please..." "Come here sweet baby"

Dee REALLY likes Calypso Lemonade

He does listen to Pop, but its sparingly

Loves to play with your hair, he usually does your hair and make-up

He gets jealous easily, and it shows

Calls you; "Love", "Darling", "Angel", "Sweetbaby"

You're one of the few people he lets play with his hair

He goes to pop concerts with you. He says it's just to make you happy, but he enjoys the music

He wears whatever you get him, no matter how silly or stupid it seems

He loves watching you do mindless things. Like draw or bite your like or start blankly into space, he usually gives you his notes from the class when that happens

Doesn't deal with yelling well, it's an over stimulation thing

He has TikTok so you can tag him in the vidoes you make with him

The next few could be seen as NSFW so here's the line to stop-

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He kisses your neck when you're sad to make you feel better

"God damn... You look so perfect like this...

Never hesitates to praise you; EX: - "This is perfect, you did so well" - "You're doing great baby, I'm so proud" - "You're handling this stress so well, good job" - "Good God... Look at you, doing such a good job..." - "Such a pretty baby." - "Did you do your makeup? You look great Love"

"Fuck... You're so pretty when you blush like that..."

#metal family #dee metal family #dee metal family headcannons #dee shvagenbagen #drabble

[sweetsweetkpop]

Sorry Mommy

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-idolverse, Established Relationship

Pairing: Sub!Sunwoo x Dom! fem! reader

WC: 2k

Sexual Warnings: Anal Fingering, Oral Male Receiving, Toys(Vibrator), Bondage (Handcuffs), Unprotected Sex (Use protection), Implied Cum Eating, Implied Oral Female Receiving, Mommy Kink if you squint

Ao3 Link

Notes: Angel! Sweetheart time zones are a bitch, but you are not forgotten! I miss you and I hope you're doing well for yourself right now. You told me you wanted this wip that was left from Kinktober and I truly hope I delivered it since this is for your special day. I love you and I hope you and my lovely readers enjoy this work! Also, I’m sorry this didn’t come out on your birthday. Writer's block has been kicking my ass and I tried to push out the best for you, so I hope this is okay. But still Happy belated birthday!

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Sunwoo knew he was a brat. He enjoyed getting on people’s nerves. It was truly his favorite pastime.

He enjoyed being the annoying little sibling to his friends and getting on their last nerves, but nothing beats doing it with you. Typically doing so when you weren’t paying attention to him or just wanted to entertain himself with your newfound annoyance by whatever he did to you.

You would playfully swing at him and send him a half-hearted glare and it was left at that. But sometimes,

Sunwoo accidentally takes it too far and he won’t know he did until he least expects it.

Just like tonight after he comes home from work, the door alerts you as he greeted you from the door. You spoke to him as he came in and immediately came to hug you and kiss your cheek.

“ Was work good?”

He was on the couch, sitting down as he glanced at you, “ It was fine but I’m happy it’s Friday and I’m off this weekend.”

“ No plans?”

He hums, “ Nope! Just wanted to stay home for once.”

You turned and smiled at him, but he quickly noticed that something about it felt different as you walked over to him. You stood right in front of him and he watched as you leaned down just a bit, eyes glancing between your chest and your face.

“ That means you can stay and finally take your punishment.” You say in a nonchalant tone as Sunwoo had a confused look before his breath hitched at the back of his throat when you moved your hand to grab a handful of his hair and pulled. He stared at you with shock as you leaned down to his ear, “ Oh? You thought I wasn’t going to do anything after you’ve been nothing but a brat all damn week? That’s cute for you to believe that, but now I’m not gonna be satisfied until I get a proper apology for your misbehavior.”

Sunwoo should have known this was coming. He was waiting for it and yet you still managed to surprise him and get him underneath you.

“ What color?” You asked, tone soft, still making sure that he still wants this.

“ Green.”

“ Good now go into the bedroom and strip.” You switched back to a stricter tone, emphasizing with a tug at his hair and he whined. You let go of his hair and watched him walk to the room, moving a little slower than he usually would and it made you grin. He was just gonna make it harder for himself.

You followed shortly after him, seeing he was still undressing and at a slower pace and you simply watched until his jeans came down his legs. You soon moved to your trunk that was in the closet, away so no guest would see as you grabbed from your collection. You knew what you would need for him.

You could feel Sunwoo staring at you from across the room as you turned around with a smile before it grew as he stared at what you had in hand.

“ Baby I don’t think-”

“ That’s not my name. Don’t address me without it,” You gave him a cold stare and it made his cock twitch without him meaning to. “Move to the top of the bed.”

Sunwoo does as he’s told and moves up the bed before you follow suit, grabbing his wrist to handcuff him to the headboard. Once you had him placed where you wanted, you tugged at the handcuffs to make sure it was locked.

You directed your gaze to his naked body, leaning down to his throat and placing a kiss there before it turned to nips and he whined. Started a trail of open-mouth kisses and sprinkling in some bites as you left his tanned skin with marks. Your mouth made its way towards his chest, encasing a nipple in your mouth and you heard him pull at the cuffs.

You pinched his other nipple in response and he cried out. His chest was always sensitive to your touches. But his cries didn’t stop your journey down south as you nipped lightly at his tummy until you reached his length. It was standing tall and you could see some precum gathering at the tip.

Already eager and waiting. How cute.

“ Can you please undo these cuffs? I like touching you.” Sunwoo whines before his breath hitch as you wrap a hand around his cock, stroking it agonizingly down. You looked at him with a smile.

“ This is supposed to be a punishment and you think you can ask for stuff now?” You let go only to grab the lube you pulled out, warming the liquid up in your hands before grabbing again, “ You’re in this predicament because you decided to be a brat and push my buttons. Why should I listen to you when you didn’t listen to me to cut it out Hm?”

You stroked him a bit faster, tightening your grip a bit and you heard the moans fly from his lips. His eyes were low as he watched you before feeling a finger rub against his hole and it took everything in him not to push his hips forward. You circled the ring and gently pushed a finger inside as you moved your other hands faster.

“ Baby boy, that slipped in so easily. Have you been playing with yourself without me knowing? You’ve been touching yourself again?” You gave him an amused look as his hole sucked your finger in, making it easy to slip a second finger in already.

Sunwoo knew it was a trick question cause he wouldn’t win no matter the answer. So for once, he went with the truth.

“ Yes…I touched myself there when thinking of you.” He answers in between moans. He heard you hum as you scissored him open, watching him sigh and buck his hips when it ghosted his prostate.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Your brow arched as he looked away for a second.

“ No, you didn’t. But I missed you when you were away.” His tone was sincere and you’ll admit it softened you a bit. His eyes were downcasted and looking away until a moan ripped from his throat as he looked back to see your mouth full of half of his cock. Your tongue dragged along the underside every time you came up to his tip, making sure to suck hard as it made his cock twitch. You could hear him struggle with the cuffs as you took him deeper.

“ Baby, please!~” He whined and you pulled your mouth off his cock with a frown. You gently remove your fingers from him before moving to sit on his stomach, his cock resting against the curve of your ass. Your hand smoothes over his chest, slowly making its way until it’s at his throat and you squeeze.

“ Didn’t I tell you before not to address me like that?” You scolded, gripping a bit tighter and you felt his cock leak against you.

“I-I’m sorry m-mommy” Sunwoo crooks out and it made you grin as you got up and he watched you strip in front of him. He followed your every move as you took each article of clothing off before heading back to your position, this time rubbing your pussy against the underside of his cock.

“ That apology earlier isn’t enough. Maybe if you apologize enough, I’ll let you cum inside me today hm? It’s been a while since I let you right?” You slowly rolled your hips against his length and he twitched underneath as he watched the way your hips moved against him.

“ I’m sorry! I mean it. Please, I’ll do anything!” Sunwoo should have swallowed those words before they left his lips as you grinned down at him.

“ Oh, you’ll do anything?” You asked and you watched him hesitate to say yes as he watched you raise your hips off him, your essence coating him just a bit as you went back to the chest and searched for something else, “ So how about this baby boy. If you manage to hold off from cumming until I say so, I’ll accept your apology. Does that sound fair enough?” You turned to show the vibrator in hand as you walked back to the bed.

“ I can last. I promise I will.” Sunwoo was determined. He wanted to prove that he could do it, even though he felt like he was digging his own grave.

His response made you giggle as you coated the toy with lube before bringing it towards his hole. You kiss at his thigh as you push the tip of the vibrator inside him and watch the way his body greedily took the toy inside, all the way to the hilt. The remote for it was in hand as you come back to straddle him, this time lining him up with your core as he watched.

You gave him another glance before slowly sitting down on his length, dragging out the stretch as you took your time. You felt him twitch inside as you bottomed out, enjoying the little sounds he made as you did. You gave a testing roll of your hips and he tugged at the handcuffs again.

It made you grin as you raised your hips before slamming back on him and catching him off guard as you gradually sped up your movements. His cries only fueled your movements as you pressed a button on the remote and the toy buzzed to life. Sunwoo choked out a sound before you quickly reminded him not to cum.

Sunwoo knew he wasn’t gonna win, let alone last if you were going to ride him like this. It was almost too much, but he still wanted to try and prove himself. He glanced back up and saw you watching his expressions, curious to see how long he’ll go for. His hips bucked against and it made him rub real deep inside, earning a moan from you. Your insides squeezed around him and he could help but start moving his hips to meet yours just to hear your moans again. He was only stimulating his sensitive cock some more and he used every muscle in his body to stop himself from cumming.

His shifting only readjusted the toy before it pressed into his prostate and he nearly lost it right there and you knew it was over once he looked at you with teary eyes. You decided that you’ll feign oblivion to it as you leaned down towards him, hips never slowing.

“ What’s the matter, baby boy? Is it too much?~” Your voice came out like a purr as he nodded, panting and trying to listen the best he could.

“ Yes! I’m sorry Mommy, please! Can I cum? Can I cum inside you please?” He begged, a few tears coming down his cheeks as you kissed them away. Your insides squeezed down on him at his words as you gently played in his hair.

“ You wanna cum inside me so badly?”

“ Yes!Please!” He cried as he looked at you with teary eyes. You don’t even think you can ignore his begging at this point as you place a sweet kiss on his lips.

“ Go ahead and cum for me, baby boy. I’ll take it all.” You mumble softly as you hear him mumble a bunch of ‘thank yous’ as he moves his hips again, chasing his orgasm until he bottoms out in you completely, cumming with a cry. You could feel his cum inside you as he panted, your hand turning off the toy before coming up to smooth out his hair.

“ My baby did so well for me”, you kissed his forehead, and his cheek before kissing his nose, “ Mommy forgives you.”

Sunwoo smiled lopsidedly before you watched it switch into a pout, which drew confusion from yours, “ What’s the matter?”

“…I didn’t make you cum yet.”

You giggle as you looked at him affectionately, “ You don’t ha-”

“ I want to! Please?” Sunwoo stared at you and his bottom lip poked out making him pout before you grinned.

“ If you want to baby, then you can, especially when you ask so nicely,” You raised your hips off of him, groaning as he slid out of you. Cum slowly dripped out as you moved to lay among the pillows on the bed, spreading your legs wide as Sunwoo stared between them. “ Then how about you start by cleaning up the mess you made.”

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