#AND CHERRY STOP SIMPING SO HARD

[peachypinkygloss]

cherry — jjk

Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

⚡︎ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⚡︎ genre: friends with benefits to lovers, college au, smut

⚡︎ word count: 2.9k

⚡︎ warnings: pussy drunk jk because there's no way he wouldn't be, jk's a simp, they're kinda corny but whatever i like that about them, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m), cunnilingus, handjob, overstimulation, cum eating.

a.n.: jk in a tank + hooded jacket has me acting up bruh, quick put me in jail ‼️ literally wrote this in one night send help. as always, don't thank me 💋 please, tell me if you liked it or not 🫶

"Stop..." You whine, gripping his hair in your fists. "Jungkookie!" You insist even more as you try to push his head away from the area between your legs, but Jungkook doesn't budge an inch. You squirm around and cry pathetically, but it doesn't alert him at all.

He keeps licking and slurping until no arousal is left, but more always comes out of your hole, so he continues and continues... Oh, you wonder how this man can be so hungry even after eating the whole plate he ordered. You told him to not follow you into the bathroom, but Jungkook never listens, does he?

You pull on his black locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.

He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.

You're so overstimulated, but his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud have you over the edge again. It hurts badly good. Does it even make sense? Whatever, it makes sense to you.

You two hooking up in a bathroom while your friends are waiting outside is bad, while having Jungkook's head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man is good. A little too good.

You place a hand behind you on the counter, the other holding tightly his hair in your fist, not caring if you pull too harshly. If his scalp stings, it's in no comparison to the heavy pulsations in your clit.

"Jungkook, fuck," you curse, throwing your back against the wall, just beside the mirror. "God, this is too much!" You yelp and close your legs, pushing his head away from your drenched pussy.

He doesn't fight back and he peeks out from between your thighs, looking up at you. Your heart skips a beat when you see his face and how messy he looks because of you.

His lips and chin are glistening in your juices, tongue darting out to lick them clean. Some of his curls are broken, hair tousled around, and you really can tell you were pulling on them seconds ago. Just the thought that his face was buried between your legs, insanely making out with your cunt, makes your stomach clench.

How can he be so passionate about something that isn't even his? He's really trying hard to make you fall in love with him and you have to admit he's doing good so far. If dating Jungkook means receiving head everyday you might stop rejecting him and consider letting him have a chance.

But you don't feel like it right now, even though he's treating you like a real princess. Being chased is really fun, you're about to become addicted to that treatment.

"Just a little bit more, okay, baby? Just another one, let me do that, please," he begs, but in the end he always does whatever he wants to you. You rarely say no to him and his filthy mouth, and even if you would say no, you doubt he would listen.

"My clit will fall out," you sigh, so weak against his pleas. Nonetheless, you slowly pull your legs apart, revealing your core to him again, totally at the mercy of his insatiable hunger.

He looks at your crotch, pouting slightly, showing a bit of compassion. But him having pity for you doesn't mean he'll stop, oh no, not at all.

"Don't say that," he scolds, staring at your swollen clit. "It'll feel really good, I promise, baby," he coos and you can only believe him. He softly blows on your sensitive bud, making you flinch, and a smug smirk appears on his face.

"Okay..." You capitulate, gasping when his mouth finds its spot on your pussy a second time.

On the other hand, there are your nipples, hard and puffy, wanting Jungkook's attention badly. You wish he would focus on something else than your cunt, but he's stubborn and when he wants something, he has it.

You play with your nipples through the material of your dress since you decided to not wear a bra today. You pinch and pull on them, moaning sweetly as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens with Jungkook's ministrations.

His strong and veiny hands hold up your thighs while he enters and exits your pussy with his sturdy tongue, his big nose brushing against your clit so deliciously.

You can't believe he uses his nose voluntarily, actually knowing it's doing something, unlike most men who literally have no idea what they are doing with their hands and mouth. Jungkook is so passionate about cunnilingus, you're lucky to have him, honestly.

"Close," you warn him hurriedly, scrunching your eyes shut as you feel your high approaching really soon. It's going to be intense, you sense it. It burns in your belly, it twists and it tightens, making you go crazy over Jungkook's mouth. "Fuck, Kookie, please!"

You rub your pussy in his face and he groans deeply, appreciating your enthusiasm for his incredible skills. He hears you and fastens the pace of his tongue, moving his head from side to side, his nose pressing against your clit.

Your orgasm shoots through you and you moan out your pleasure, cumming hard on Jungkook's tongue. He hums contently as your thighs shake beside his head, his hand palming your soft flesh, leaving beautiful marks behind.

You come down from your high, letting out a long sigh, totally pleased with what just happened. He licks you clean, collecting your arousal on his tongue and drinking it as if it was pure water.

He stands up when he's finished, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You look absolutely dead, which is understandable after Jungkook just forced three orgasms out of your poor body.

He looks satisfied, and you wonder if he's still hungry. He probably is, which would be insane, but what's not crazy with this man.

He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, tasting yourself on his tongue, fighting for dominance as you let him have it. After all, you're too tired to fight for anything.

Though you're exhausted, the bulge in his pants catches your attention. He presses it against you and you feel it really clearly, erected and hard just for you.

You break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you slide off the countertop. "What do we do about that?" You purr, sneaking a hand between your two bodies and reaching his hard cock trapped in his jeans.

He hisses, grabbing your wrist as if to remove your hand, but he keeps it there, even though he's really sensitive. "We leave it as it is," he says seriously and you frown, a pout forming on your lips.

"Oh, don't be a gentleman, Kook," you reply quickly, determined to return the favour. "Let me suck your dick, please. I'll be such a good girl," you insist and he can't refuse you.

"I'm all yours, then," he grins, letting go of your wrist.

You push him against the nearest wall and you drop on your knees instantly. Your bones hitting the floor tile isn't gentle, but you'll suffer through any pain if it means sucking this pretty man's dick. Right, maybe you're a little whipped for Jungkook, but that doesn't mean anything. Or does it...?

You stroke him over his pants, feeling his length and his girth under all those pieces of clothes. You extend your arm to reach the zipper of his hooded jacket, tugging it down open. You look up at him while doing so, noticing his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He's focused on your movements, watching your hands on him as if it's a movie, wanting to remember each second of it.

You go under his white tank top, running your delicate fingers over his abs, loving the feeling of his muscles under your palm. They tense a little bit at your contact and you can't help but smile, enjoying how much Jungkook isn't indifferent to your touch at all.

"Stop playing," he breathes out, wanting you to get your hands on what's really aching right now.

"I'm sorry," you apologize in a low tone, even though you don't really feel bad for him. He gave you three orgasms one after the other without listening to your complaints, didn't he?

You finally free his cock out, this one springing out excitedly, standing tall against his stomach. Jungkook releases a breath of relief, burying his tattooed fingers in your hair by reflex. You don't mind the pulling, you love it, in fact. It tells you he's enjoying himself and it reminds you he still has control over your actions.

"You know what happens to bad girls, sweetheart," he says and it sounds like a warning. A quite exciting warning, you won't lie. "Make me proud and act good," Jungkook orders from above, your eyes up on him as you nod your head in response.

Your gaze shifts down to his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein along it. You lick your lips, now understanding the hunger Jungkook felt when he had your pussy in his face. The eagerness to please him is real.

You wrap your fingers around him, liking how stiff he feels under your palm, and put his leaking tip into the warmth of your mouth. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, his head rolling back and hitting the wall behind. He closes his eyes, feeling every inch of his length that enters your mouth. "So fucking good."

As he praises you like you're nothing less than a goddess, you swallow his dick, exactly the way he likes it, the way he showed you. You breathe through your nose, Jungkook being specially big for your mouth, but you surely won't give up so soon.

You said you'll pay him back and you stick to your words. Especially after those fantastic orgasms he gave you tonight.

You palm gently his balls — which he's really sensitive to — while you start bobbing your head over him. Your eyes are quick to water and you blink to pry the tears away, unbothered if your makeup gets smudged. You hear deep moans and groans from Jungkook, telling how good you're being.

You keep your tongue flat underneath him and hollow your cheeks to maximize his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your head over his cock as he watches it disappear and reappear between your lips.

He's entirely coated in your spit, length glistening under the bathroom's lights as you bounce your head over him. The situation feels really filthy and the fact that you're in a restaurant, your friends probably wondering what's taking you both so long, is making everything more arousing.

Jungkook didn't even hesitate when he discreetly followed you to the toilet, locking the door before sneaking his large hands under the skirt of your dress. You've let him touch you, let him sit you down on the sink counter, let him slide your panties off. And you don't regret it.

You're even grateful he followed you because now you have to listen to his beautiful moans like it's a melody and suck his dick like it's a cherry lollipop — your favourite.

"Let me... Let me," he rasps out, swallowing to ease his dried throat. You glance up at him when you hear him begin to talk, wondering what he has to say. "Ask you out on a date," he finishes and the lopsided smile on his face has your stomach fluttering.

You pull him out with a 'pop', stroking his wet cock as you collect your thoughts. Is he really asking you out right now? As you're sucking the soul out of him?

"Aren't we already on a date?" You wonder, knowing it's not the answer he wants. You're just not totally ready to give a response to that, not even think about it. You prefer to avoid, prefer to tease.

He frowns cutely, passing his fingers through your tangled hair. He wets his pink lips and looks at you as he reflects, shaking his head. "This isn't a date," he replies. "I want to be with you, only you, baby."

He's referring to your night out with your friends, explaining a real date will be you as his only company. He sounds sure of himself, completely convinced that what he wants and needs is a date with you.

Somewhere you'd choose because he believes the place doesn't matter as long as you're happy with it. Somewhere he can learn more about you, more about your personality and the people you love. He wants to get to know you, know how much sugar you put in your coffee and know if you take your shower in the morning or at night.

He wants to know the simple and the difficult things.

Everything. He wants you to tell him everything about you because he's absolutely in love. Stupidly, drunkly in love with you.

"I want to know you," he confesses and you swear your heart just did a jump in your chest.

"You know me more than anybody else, Jungkook," you flirt, smiling as you stroke him gently, elongating the pleasure. "In every way and angle possible."

It makes him chuckle, his eyes blown out in lust. He shows his cute bunny teeth, a smile you realize you don't want to lose — yes, even when giving him a handjob.

"Let me have my chance, you won't regret it," Jungkook promises, his thumb passing over your cheek, leaving your poor heart incredulous, but still wanting to believe every single word that escapes his mouth.

You don't respond right away, a bit lost in your own thoughts. You've only said good things about Jungkook since you started hooking up and all of your girlfriends are team Jungkook since the beginning. You've even lost the count of his green flags.

Maybe you should let yourself be more vulnerable and be open with him about your feelings. You realize that all this time the one you weren't trusting with your emotions was you, not him.

"I'll fuck you right every day, you'll just have to ask," he adds on and you roll your eyes playfully, smiling at his silly words. "Even on the week-ends. Especially Sunday," he smirks, saying everything to convince you, even what seems stupid because at this point, he knows you've already fell for him.

You swallow him in a swift motion, lubricating his cock more as there was a bit less saliva left on him. You pull out and start pumping him again.

"Why Sundays?" At your question he grins even more, as if he knows his answer will please you.

"Because it's the day of the week you hate the most," he explains, biting down on his bottom lip as the knot in his stomach begins to tighten. "Gonna make it the one you love the most."

You can't help but grin back, connecting your gaze with him. You break eye-contact to tilt your head down and take him back into your mouth. He takes a hold of your hair again and his grip is rough, making your scalp burn.

You whine around him, sucking him like there's no tomorrow. He quickly comes close to his high, saying a bunch of profanity under his breath. He directs the movements of your head, making you take all of him at once, then sliding back up to just have the tip in your mouth.

"Shit, baby," he slurs out, wet curly bangs covering his forehead. His big brown eyes don't leave you, watching you like you're a living piece of art. "Gonna cum, don't stop," he announces and you doubt you'll stop with his hand behind your head, controlling each one of your moves.

You hum around him and place your hands on his strong thighs, sensing his muscles tensing up as he comes undone in you. He steadies your head over him, nose pressed down on his shaved pelvis.

He softly moans, pink lips parting to let the sounds out. He fills your mouth up with his cum, cock twitching as he spills everything he can in you.

He carefully slips out of your mouth and you don't wait to swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to prove him. He smiles, patting your head gently. "What a good girl," he compliments, satisfied with your instant obedience.

You stand up on sore legs as Jungkook stuff himself back in his pants, pulling the zipper of his jeans up. He replaces his tank top over his stomach, covering the band of his Calvin Klein boxers that peaks out.

He brings you closer to him by the waist and you giggle, playing with his silver chain he wears around his neck. "What do you say?"

You sigh, pretending like he annoys you, but your smile totally betrays you. "One date," you accept and he's about to kiss you, but you stop him before he can. "But I chose where we go... and you can't follow me to the bathroom anymore!"

Jungkook chuckles, cupping your jaw and giving you a kiss on the lips. "Deal." As you're about to go back to your table, he hands you something and your eyes widen when you see your panties. "Don't forget that, I'm the only one allowed to see what's under that pretty dress."

You take back your underwear, stepping into the holes then sliding them up your legs. "Shut up," you quickly say before exiting the bathroom, Jungkook behind you.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

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[miguelhugger2099]

Punk!Miggy using Pastel!Reader’s hair ribbons as handlebars as he takes her doggy style 🤭🤭🤭

me when i’m NOT TAKING REQUESTS but the miggy simps discord server went ballistic with the punk!miguel headcanons (you KNOW who u r) 🫵

You were too soft for him, too sweet, it was intoxicating. Miguel loved to look at you when fucking you. Normally he did missionary, the sight of your face moaning and teary eyed from his cock was better than any position he could’ve put you in. If not missionary, then at least any position where he sees every single reaction.

So far, because of your inexperience, you never really asked him of anything kinky except now.

At first, you came to him shyly. It’s already a few minutes into making out, his ringed fingers bumping against your swollen folds as he curls them inside you. Miguel always preps you first, easing you open for his girth to slip inside.

But you stop him with a hand on his chest. “Wait, can we…” You lick your lips, your cherry lipgloss smeared off you and transferring it onto his lips. “I-I wanna do something different. Try something different.”

Miguel cups your chin between his thumb and index finger and gives it a little squeeze. “Of course. Que quieres, mi muñeca?”

He expected you wanted some more praise, you did love his sweet talking. Or maybe even some extra foreplay on your wet cunt, you always creamed earlier than normal when the ball of his pierced tongue lapped up inside you.

He’s pleasantly surprised when you’re on your knees, arching your ass up with your head turned over you shoulder. His cold silver bracelets graze your ass as he gropes the flesh in his hand. You feel his jewelry run down your back and stopping at the nape of your neck. It makes you arch higher, presenting yourself to him like it was the first time.

The new angle is heavenly and it’s much easier to roll his hips in thorough strokes, slowly becoming used to the sight of your ass jiggle when you back up on him. His hands grip your hips, pushing you on and off his cock while he rolls up, stuffing you and feeling your slick coating his balls with each plap, plap, plap.

For you, your knees shake, body weak when he decides to start slow—like always—to tease you. His tip hits your walls and your pussy pulses and clench when you tighten around his throbbing vein. You desperately want to go faster but Miguel keeps you at his pace, enjoying the view of your body jerking forward, eyes half lidded against the pillow.

Today, your hair is in pigtails, your usual signature white ribbons tied to the scrunchies tied in your locks.

An idea lights up in his mind, his cock twitching with agreement. Miguel reaches forward to grab a pigtail, tugging the white ribbon along with it, and pulls your head up and back. You gasp and quickly set yourself straight with your palms on the sheets, neck bent backwards as he pulls you back. A whimper escapes your lips, pussy fluttering in excitement—which he notices.

“Oh, you like that?”

Your body arches, ass slamming against his pelvis as he makes you feel him, securing his hand around your hair. Fingers curl into the sheets and your arms are tense to keep yourself upright while he ruts into you.

Eyes rolled back and your moans are stuttering since he makes quick and hard thrusts against your body. Each rough fuck makes your tits swing that makes you wail in embarrassment and arousal.

He grunts and pants heavily as he’s overcome with desire. The pretty bows compared to the whore like position you wanted to try- your pretty makeup smearing down your cheeks from the pain of his pulling and the pleasure of his cock ravaging you in a new area. One that directly hits your spot to make you cum.

You scream and shudder, body tensed and weary from being used from behind. You need a minute to catch your breath, to process after trying something new but Miguel holds you up.

His hand is practically glued to your pigtail and when he feels you falter forward, he drags you back up again and keeps pumping. He hears you babbling and crying, whining about your sensitivity but he feels you. Your body is sucking him in deeper, your body can’t lie to him.

Miguel becomes addicted, adding his new favorite way to fuck you. He can never look at your pigtails the same way again. Not when you moan so prettily, forcing your mouth open by yanking your head back and seeing the way your white ribbons flail around while your cunt gushes around him, body bouncing on his cock.

A/N: i hope i described it as well as i wanted to i was stuck in the mental image of it all 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#tengo cólicos 😞 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x you #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader

[nightfang22]

Sweat and Lace

A/N:Okay I know my last fic had some pretty heavy content to it so I thought I'd make something kind of light hearted for my fellow Izuku Midoriya simps so here you guys go and remember your feedback is highly valued and as always my requests are open!Enjoy!

Warnings:Mature themes,preludes to sexual encounter,sexual tension,thirsty/jealous Izuku

Pairing:Izuku Midoriya x gn!reader

Word Count:871

 It was so unbearably hot. You wiped the sweat from your forehead and whined. Izuku stopped to wait for you to catch up. "Come on, (Y/N). We can't stop now! You want to win that race next week, right?" You whined louder as you shuffled back into a quick jog. "But it's so hot out here, Izu. Why did we have to start our run after lunch?" You took steady breaths, trying to even out your breathing so that you don't pass out. Izuku chuckled as he jogged beside you. "Well, we could've started earlier had you gotten up with Kacchan and I but somebody decided to stay up until 3 a.m. playing video games with Kaminari and Sero." He teased. You sweat dropped and hoped that he would take your red cheeks as just the heat getting to you. "It's not my fault! Every time I tried to go to bed, Kaminari demanded a rematch because I kicked his ass! He only got the last win because I was exhausted." You defend. Izuku just shook his head and chuckled at you. There was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher. He was smiling like he always does but it didn't completely reach his eyes. Was Izuku…jealous? You stopped jogging abruptly and stared at the back of his head. Izuku stopped running and turned to look back at you, tilting his head in confusion, the look still in his gorgeous emerald eyes. "Are you jealous, Izu?" You spoke with a sickly sweet, teasing confidence in your voice. His face turned a bright cherry red as he scrambled to speak. "What?! What makes you think I'm jealous? I'm not jealous! I-" You cut him off as you walked up to him, pulling him in for a hug and holding his hands.

     "Hey! What are you guys doing out here? It's so humid you could swim to class with heat like this!" You pulled away from Izuku to see Denki walking towards you two. You smiled and waved excitedly seeing your best friend. "Kami! What's up?" You hugged him the moment he came within arms reach. "You weren't in morning classes. I was worried about you! Are you okay?" You looked up at him with evident concern in your eyes. Kaminari smiled down at you the way he always does with his sharp eye teeth in full view. "Yeah! I'm fine. I just slept in after kicking your ass last night!" He gloated. "Oh yeah! What, that cheap ass shot you took when I was half asleep with the controller falling out of my hands because you wouldn't accept defeat?!" You get loud and in his face. Izuku watched the exchange between you and Kaminari, feeling this weird clenching in his chest. He didn't understand what he was feeling but he knew that he did not like it. Not one bit. Izuku came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your backside flat against his muscular and toned abdomen. You feel him pull you back against him and look up with slightly widened eyes. "Oh, hey Izuku! Sorry, I got caught up talking to Kami. We can get back to the run if you want." You don't hear any response but you feel a low, soft rumbling in his chest. Almost like a growl. You turn your head to look up at him confusedly. "Izu?" You noticed a darkness in his eyes and almost a predatory smirk on his features when you call his name. There was this rumbling in his chest as he chuckled. "Come on, I think All Might can forgive me for skipping one morning run. Besides, I have a much better training session in mind." He purred in your ear.

                                              *Timeskip*

Your back slammed into the wall so hard the framed poster of All Might crashed to the floor. Izuku attacked your neck with sloppy kisses and bite marks. You feel his teeth sink in just above your collarbone. You bite your lip, whining in his ear and tugging at his hair as he wraps his scarred hands around your waist. Izuku slowly removes your cute little (f/c) workout shorts and pulls back. He eyes your cute lace panties and smirks. "Aw, baby. Did you wear these just for me?" He bites his lip as he hooks his fingers in the sides of them, rubbing the lace between his fingertips. It was woven in this gorgeous and intricate pattern of cherry blossoms and they were this soft silk. He smiled softly at them for but a moment before looking you in the eyes. You nodded up at him shyly. That's when his soft smile turned into that devilish smirk and he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "And I better be the only one you wore these for. Tell me, were you wearing them last night? While you were sitting just inches away from Kaminari?" He looked down at you with an intimidating yet sexy dark gaze. You gulped but slowly nodded. He shook his head, tutting. "Well now, that just won't do because you," he rips the panties off by pulling them toward him, completely tearing and ruining the lace, "are mine."

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[xhdream]

i need to loose my mind over ONE SPECIFIC clip of jiseok because wild cherry (which was fucking amazing btw) made me simp even more for him (is that even possible ?)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C4nLgNjuY0I/?igsh=djZveG83NXY4eXM1

like why is this so attractive for no reason at all ??? who gave him the right to look like this ??? and just like that rockstar!jiseok pops into my mind 😔 (wanted to share my misery with you sweetie <3)

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a/n: tysm for reading and loving wild cherry aaah ily <33 HE IS INSANELY HANDSOME why did i had to ult him along with joo this is torture 😞 (you know you’re always welcome to share your misery love~)

rockstar!jiseok who’s your fuck buddy cause he’s not the type to do relationships. he’s straight forward with you, telling you that he just fools around with no strings attached bc his career is more important, and you say you have no problem with that - how would you miss on some fun with such a hot rockstar that every single girl wishes she could be desired by? who sings with eyes searching for yours in the crowd and winks at you every time he sees your hands going over your boobs as you dance to his songs; who drags you backstage and fucks you using all the adrenaline rush the concert has created in him. he degrades you for your slutty attitude and the shameless way you keep running back to him, and you cherish every second of it. you end up continuing the night at a hotel every single time cause you can’t leave each other. it’s way too addictive.

rockstar!jiseok loves taking you to after parties with him. he shows you off as his hands are roaming all over your body just an hour after he made you cry from too much orgasms. his ego enjoys the way everyone stares at both of you with jealous eyes. sex with him always brings you tears cause he has a hard time stopping. since he doesn’t know when exactly will be the next time he will get to see you, he wants to make the most of it which means he makes you cum as many times as possible…

sometimes when he takes you as his date to parties and such you think that maybe his feelings are turning more serious, but you can never be sure unless you ask, and you don’t want to be the first to bring it up, especially when you think you know what the answer would be. “fuck… best pussy ever… you were made for me, baby,” he says, drunk on the pleasure he finds in your body, and your heart skips a beat; you feel a slight sense of hope. “am i your favourite?” you ask, and he smiles, smearing your lipstick with his thumb. “of course, baby,” he whispers, but somehow the answer doesn’t seem to satisfy you as you expected it to…

#💌: xhdream inbox #— elllisaaa #idk why this turned angsty >< #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #jiseok hard thoughts #gaon hard thoughts #jiseok x reader #gaon x reader #xdinary heroes x reader

[tbmunson]

Lace & Leather - Gareth Emerson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You fill in on bass for Jeff. Your boyfriend, Gareth, busts his lip. Your brother, Eddie, helps you get laid. Basically part 2 to Tattoos & Trig. (Everyone is 18+)

Warnings: SMUT. 18+. NO MINORS. Blood kink. Praising. Dom!Gareth. Needy!Reader. Unprotected sex. P in V sex. Public(ish?) sex. Gareth being a simp. Brother!Eddie knowing about your kinks/sex life. As always let me know if I missed anything.

WC: 2300ish (I know I previously said 2100ish but I edited and added)

Masterlist

"Jeff's sick. Can you cover bass for practice today?" Eddie asked, peeking into your open bedroom door.

You looked up from the Rolling Stone magazine you'd stolen from the convenience store and nodded. "Yeah, I was going anyway." You said, dog earring the page about the new KISS record.

"Oh, were you?" Eddie raised his eyebrows suggestively and turned around, but not walking away.

You rolled your eyes and stood from the bed. You hadn't been able to make mention of seeing Gareth the last three months without Eddie's suggestive looks and stupid laugh. "Do you, like, want me to fuck him or something?" You asked, stepping into the skinny jeans you'd pulled off of the floor.

"Not particularly." Eddie was facing the hallway while you dressed.

"Then why do you keep making those stupid faces?" You grabbed the Iron Maiden t shirt turned tank top out of the closet before changing into it. Your black lace bra was visible since the arm holes stopped even with your belly button.

Eddie shrugged. "Because I know you guys haven't."

You pulled the frizzy dark curls into a ponytail and laughed. "And how would you know?"

"Because you haven't told me. You tell me everything." He glanced back as he heard you sit on your bed to lace your black leather boots. "But it looks like you plan on doing it tonight." His face soured as he took in the lace and the skin.

You rolled your eyes and tied the laces. "You guys never let me actually play on stage with you. Gotta live my rockstar fantasy somehow."

"Yeah? Gonna have him snort a line off your ass while you're at it?"

You looked up at him rolled your eyes. "If he wants to." You knew he was kidding since none of you did anything harder than smoking weed.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "He's gonna be shit today, distracted and all." He said, turning to walk out of your room.

"Tell Jeff not to be sick next time!" You called after him before standing to grab your bass from the wall.

You and Eddie pulled up to Gareth's house having placed bets on how long the boy would be able to focus.

"I bet ten minutes. Five if you actually put on the lipstick." Eddie smirked, looking at the deep cherry red tube you had in your hand.

"I don't think you give him much credit. I think he'll be fine until I start sweating." You swiped the pigment across your lips as you looked into the small vanity mirror.

"I think you give him too much." Eddie said, opening his door to get out.

You rolled your eyes and followed in suit around back to get your instruments.

"It's Eddie and Y/N!" You heard Kevin call to Gareth as you closed the van doors.

"Hey!" You smiled and waved, taking steps towards the garage.

Gareth peeked around the wall and his jaw dropped. "Whoa." He was too far away for you to hear, but you could see him practically drooling.

"Maybe we both overestimated him." You looked up to your brother, who was smirking at the boys in front of him.

"Jeff's got the flu so Y/N is filling in for him."

Gareth swallowed hard as he stepped out fully to hug you. "Hey, baby." He sounded timid as you wrapped your arm around him, pulling him closer to your level.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and giggled. "Hi." You smiled at the lipstick stain that was delicately stuck to his skin now.

"We're still having practice, right, Eddie?" Kevin asked as he watched the two of you.

"That's the plan until Gareth can't carry a rhythm." Eddie replied, watching Gareth's hand slip lower and lower. "Let's get started yeah?" He said rather loudly before Gareth's hand could reach your ass.

You pulled Gareth down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before releasing him and walking over to plug your bass into the amp.

Gareth tapped out a basic beat on the drums and you joined in with your bass to warm up.

"It's creepy how they just do that." Kevin mumbled, hooking his guitar up as well.

Eddie chuckled and nodded in time with the beat before adding a riff to it. "Kinda like that?" He asked, smirking.

Practice was going well until, like you'd predicted, you got sweaty.

Gareth couldn't keep his eyes off of your glistening figure as you jumped around, and definitely not when you stepped up to the mic to be the backup vocals for your brother. There was something about the way you used your entire body, standing on your tiptoes, using both hands to bring the mic to your mouth. And don't even get him started on how sexy he thought the contrast in the angelic tone and rasp of your voice was. Gareth's grip on his drumstick came loose as he hit his snare, causing the stick to bounce back up and hit him in the lip.

"Ow, fuck!" Gareth covered his mouth as the tinge of blood made its way into his mouth.

You quickly stripped the bass from your body and placed it on the stand before jogging over to check on him. "What happened, baby?" You asked, squatting down in front of him.

"It slipped and busted my lip." He answered, mumbling through his hand.

You moved his hand away from his mouth and nodded, grabbing the bandana from your back pocket. You didn't always copy your brother, but when you did, it was something practical. "Let me clean you up." You said, pouring some of his water onto the cloth.

He nodded and let you work clearing the smudges blood from his face so you could find the spot it was bleeding from.

"Come on, Kev. Let's give them a few minutes." Eddie said, nodding his other friend away from the garage.

"I can't believe I did that." Gareth mumbled as you pulled him up from the stool and towards the couch.

You bit your lip and nodded, watching the blood trickle from his bottom lip. "It happens, baby. It's okay." You were thankful Eddie had taken Kevin away from here as you watched the deep red bead form and spread into Gareth's lips. Eddie knew about the blood kink.

"Are you alright?" He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, drawing you back away from your fantasy.

You nodded and blushed. "I just really wanna kiss you right now." You looked down into your lap.

"But my lip is bleeding." He replied, moving his hand to the side of your neck so you'd look at him.

You nodded and whimpered as the blood dripped down. "I know, Gare. I know, it's weird but..."

"But you like it?" He asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, flicking your gaze between his eyes and his bloody lip.

"It's okay, baby. Go for it." He smiled, tugging the small cut aparts and creating a slightly heavier blood flow.

You timidly leaned towards him, connecting your lips and moaning lightly as the feeling of his blood on your lips.

One of his hands pulled your scrunchie from your hair to grip it as his other traced down your back and into the pocket of your tight jeans.

Your mouth opened more and your tongue licked the line of blood that had dripped towards his chin before you reconnected your lips with his.

The feeling was unfamiliar, turned on so much with blood in his mouth, but he loved it. The hand in your pocket squeezed your ass before tracking up under your shirt to your sweat dampened skin.

"Should we take this to your bedroom?" You asked, knowing the other two band members, one of which being your older brother, were still poking around somewhere outside.

Gareth shook his head and pushed a button on the wall for the garage door to close. "I think they'll get the hint."

"Looks like practice is over, Kev." Eddie said as he took a drag from his cigarette.

You smirked, pulling your shirt over your head.

Gareth leaned back towards you but instead of kissing your lips he smeared the blood down your neck, sucking hickies into your skin. He would wince once in a while as his busted lip reminded him it still hurt, but he would push it off to the side again quickly as he focused on your needy whines.

"Gareth, baby please." You rolled your hips up into his desperate for some friction. You moaned when you felt how hard he was through his jeans.

He pulled back, admiring the drying blood trail from one side of your neck to the other and down the valley of your boobs. "You know, Sugar, I never thought drawing flowers on you in math class would lead me here. You under me, covered in my blood, begging for me." His fingers trailed over the cup of your bra as he spoke.

You whined again, louder, needier. "Need you so fucking bad, Gareth please." 

He reached down to unbutton your jeans as quickly as he could before tugging them down just enough to slip his hand into your panties. "Oh, yeah, looks like you are needy, huh? So fucking wet for me baby. Goddamn."

You moaned out as his middle finger slipped up and down your folds.

His free hand reached down to unlace your boots as he worked you over with his hand. "Such a good girl." He mumbled against your ear.

You turned your head and pressed your lips to his again, sucking his bottom lip, running your tongue over the cut.

As soon as your boots hit the floor Gareth pulled back. "Do you want this?" He asked, standing in front of you.

You stood and nodded. "Yes. Please, get naked." You begged pushed your jeans and underwear off of your body before tossing your bra which landed on his drums.

He stripped just as fast, standing with only his skull and crossbone necklace. He spun you around and pushed you so were kneeling on the couch. He used his knee to spread you further.

You did as instructed, spreading your legs to where he guided you and rested your elbows against the back of it.

Gareth reached out out, dragging his hand up and down your soaking wet cunt before wrapping his hands around his cock and giving it a few pumps. "You ready, baby?" He lined himself up at your entrance and leaned over you, kissing your shoulder.

"Yes. Yes please." You pushed back slightly, whining at the feeling of him against you.

He placed his hands on your hips and pushed into you with a groan. "You feel so fuckin' good." He stated, his voice a low growl into your ear as he bottomed out.

You mewled, unable to even speak. You only nodded in response, squeezing the back of the couch until your knuckles turned white.

He started slowly, one hand working its way around to your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "So fuckin' good for me. Takin' me so well." He said, gaining speed as he continued to pump in and out of you.

"S'good." You couldn't get anything else out as you moaned, back arching. You rose higher and higher until your back was flush against his chest.

The hand that wasn't rubbing slow, teasing circles around your clit had wound its way up your body and was squeezing the sides of your throat in order to help support you.

Your lower stomach tightened as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. "Don't stop. Please. Please. Just like that Gareth, fuck."

"That's it. Say my name again baby."

"Gareth. Gareth I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum?" You dug your nails into his arm as you clung to him like your life depended on it.

"Yes, yes. Fuck." Gareth moaned as your walls spasmed around him, pushing him directly into his orgasm. The whimpers and groans that escaped him, directly into your ear intensified your pleasure.

You gasped for breath as you came down from the high, limp in his arms.

Gareth laid you down on the couch and moved to grab a towel from the dryer put you grabbed his hand.

"More." You whined, pulling him back towards you.

"You want more?" He asked, a small smile on his face.

You nodded, opening your legs again. "Fuck that cum back into me, please."

He shuddered and nodded. That was one of the filthiest things he'd ever heard and he wasn't going to deny you. "You're so fucking pretty. I love you, baby." He said, slipping back into you gently.

You smiled and hid your face in the crook of his neck. "Promise?"

He kissed the top of your head. "I promise, Sugar."

"I love you too, Gareth." You looked up him, red faced and sweaty. You laced your fingers behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss you, making him rest most of his body weight against you.

He didn't break the kiss as he slipped his hands under you, lacing them in your hair.

His strokes were slow, deliberate. He kept a steady rhythm as he tapped the soft spongy spot inside of you, bringing you closer to the edge each time.

Your moans suffocated inside of his mouth as he kissed you, showing you just how much he did love you. Your hands fell down from his neck to his chest and around to his back where your nails scratched lightly against him.

"You almost there, Sugar?" He asked, pulling away just a few centimeters to look at your face.

You nodded at him, eyebrows knitting together.

One of his hands slipped back down your body to apply a bit of pressure to your clit. It only took about a minute of this to send you over the edge again, Gareth right behind you, kissing your face and neck until you stopped writhing beneath him.

"I'm gonna marry you one day, Sugar." He said, pulling you up to sit in his lap.

"Oh yeah? What'll the theme be?" You asked, smiling at him.

He looked around and smirked. "Lace and Leather." He chuckled, making reference to your bra and panties and your leather boots.

"I like that, Gare."

"You done fucking my sister? I'd like to come back in, please!" Eddie called from outside, causing you both to grown.

"Lemme get dressed, Eds!" You called back, but pouted when you weren't able to stand up on your jelly legs.

Gareth chuckled and gathered your clothes for you before getting back into his.

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[matenrou-fan]

🪼 LES GO TIME FOR MY ROSHO SIMP ERA

so i rlly wanted a full version of the Headcanons of Rosho taking his s/o virginity, so can you write it possibly?? tysm Anya have a nice day!!!!!

Rosho taking his fem! s/o's virginity

thank you too!! have a good healthy lively day too!!!! <3

femreader, virgin! reader, nipple play, oral (receiving);; 1952 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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"..s/o..? What's wrong?"

Soft voice makes you wake up from your thoughts and you look around yourself again, a little bit nervous.

A whole candlelit dinner, made of your favorite meals just for you two in the darkness of his kitchen and this small, reassuring smile on the pale face of your boyfriend.. Rosho just knows how to make a romantic sensitive atmosphere that at the same time makes your hunched shoulders slumping and your mind empty from any worries, but also titillate you even more, as you can't help but feel a little tickle in your chest, wondering what would happen next. Are you so afraid or so excited?

"Nothing, I just.." - mumble under your nose doesn't sound that convincing, but he just chuckles, the light caress of his fingertips on your skin makes you look up at him.

"S/o, it's okay. Don't think about it too much, and don't hurry, even in your thoughts.." - his small chuckle makes the corners of your lips lift up too. Well, when your lover has such a gentle, loving expression on his face, it's hard to keep being nervous, as concentration on your mind with a bunch of vivid thoughts turns into concentration on butterflies in your stomach.

You smile back, moving your forearm further so the tiny velvety touch becomes more firm and intimate, as you just hold hands and look at each other across the table. Lit only by candles, Rosho's always calm yet with strict undertones face now looked even more charming, reflection of tiny lights in his red eyes make his gaze so sensitive.. Or maybe it was the effect of not candles but of true sincere love..?

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As soft and sensitive as this gaze, his kisses and touches reflect the same care too. Is it just you or even his casual kisses, long but light, almost weightless, feel different right now?

With such a slow and careful start Rosho probably wanted to help you relax more, heating your body and mind gradually, without any rush, yet you get so impatient pretty quickly, grasping on his shoulders and mewling in his mouth.

"I told you, don't rush.." - he can't help but laugh a little, placing another kiss on your forehead. - "It's your first time, after all.. I have a whole night to show you all these pleasant things, alright?"

And despite his voice being so clear and hearty, you do hear some tremulous tone in it, and this smooth pink on his cheeks was more noticeable now. Nervousness kindled in the pit of his bosom as thoughts about him taking your first time were so emotional not only for you.

With a deep sigh he moved closer, pressing his lips to you again and trying to drown this tense in a more deep, long kiss. Rolls his tongue over and around your own, he gently slides his arms under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. This was not the first time you got that far, toying with each other's bodies under clothes, but never it's felt like this. Every touch of his finger or palm feels like a small electric discharge that refers through your skin right to your core, making your legs cross.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to chest, then to his stomach as you lifted the hem of his home shirt too, wishing to give the same titillating sensation to your boyfriend. But touches from your side were more messy and sloppy, as trembles enveloped your whole body, and it started to get hard to breathe.

Noticing how quickly you melt underneath him, Rosho pulls away, letting you both catch breath. For a moment his gaze stopped on a silver thread of saliva between your mouth, then traveled to your beautiful face. Eyes are half-lidded, cheeks like two cherries and mouth slightly open.. Such a view sends a pulse in his dick yet he just bites his lips, controlling himself. There are still so many things he needs to do, to prepare you properly before mutual satisfaction.

"S/o.. If you suddenly felt that it's get uncomfortable, tell me immediately, okay?" - he leaned closer, reached down and brushed a small lock of your hair from sweaty forehead. - "Remember, I will not get mad or disappointed, no matter when you stop me.."

"O..okay.." - a small weak mumble was the only thing that you were capable of right now. The confusing mix of emptiness and overcrowding in your mind makes you forget all words, you can only rely on your feelings that also were a total mess of excitement, fear and anticipation.

Only after your agreement, Rosho grasp the fabric of your shirt and take it off completely. Your bra quickly was removed and thrown away too, revealing your chest that heaves with deep, unsteady breaths to the lustful gaze of your boyfriend. Only now you notice with what awe he looks at you, eyes keep wandering around your naked upper body.

"Mm.. You're like a goddess." - A low whisper escaped his lips when he leaned closer, placing a small kiss on your lips, then on your jaw and lower, lower, slowly drawing a wet line on your chest. - "It feels like I'm blessed with every touch to you."

Here he stopped to pay more attention. Licking and leaving more kisses on your cleavage, while his arms softly squeeze your boobs. Fingers carefully pinch your nipples just to hear a pleasant whimper and get more bold, playing with sensitive bundles of nerves. Another whine left your lips as your hips jut upwards, asking for some touches too. You can feel just how hot you're down here, clenching around nothing in your absolutely wet panties.

And of course Rosho quickly obeyed a silent beg, one hand running through your stomach to your thighs, pulling down your shorts. His fingers quickly soaked in your juices even through the silk fabric of the last piece of clothes on your body, your underwear. As he rubbed your pulsing folds, his lips moved to your areola, tickling your right nipple with small kisses and licks. Your hand finds its way to slicked back hair, grasping purple locks and messing up his whole hairstyle, a small wave of vibration humming through your chest as he groans from a tight pull on the back of his head. But it just makes your back arch, and Rosho smirks, continuing to tickle your skin with small mewls through his lips.

His thumb hooked onto the band of your panties before taking it off too, and you gasp, squirming from a sudden wave of embarrassment. Finally, all naked and open in front of your dear lover.. Rosho pulls away to admire a mesmerizing new view of his girlfriend, breath stuck in his throat. More magnificent than any masterpiece, he can look at your body for hours, enjoying it even without any touches. Yet you moan, and its small sound resonates in his throbbing dick and he leaned closer again, in a needy urge to devour your lips again.

"You're so beautiful, s/o.." - he whispered with a heavy breath. There's so many metaphors he can use to describe his feelings but nothing feels as deep and sincere as this simple word. - "My angel, my queen.. I want to give you all myself.."

His movements get more sloppy as he trails down again, this time lowering his head to the level of your hips. Gently spreading your trembling legs, he looks up at you again, wishing to see every emotion on your face at this moment, before leaving a first, small but luscious kiss on your throbbing clit. Your whole body jig, almost if you hiccup but your hips lifted up itself, moving further to his face. And nothing more is needed here for Rosho, as your sensitive reaction and small whimper was enough to start losing his control.

Pressing his face between your thighs, he gives more careful, tentative licks, still watching your face and listening to these small sounds breaking the silence. Taste of your sweetness was intoxicating, and slowly he got more passionate, slurping and sucking your folds. Fingers reassuringly stroking your inner thighs, increasing the strength of pulsing waves in your core, and you toss your head back, not able to control neither your body nor your voice. Overwhelmed by a feeling that hits you much stronger than you thought, you try to fumble his head just to grab his hair again in some kind of support. And if before it was hard to talk, as you only can produce inarticulate noises, now you can't stop calling the name of your boyfriend again and again, almost if you were lost, and wait for him to get you out of this labyrinth of pleasure. But Rosho is the one who pushes you here and will lure you even deeper, to the very end.

"R.. Rosho, please, i.. It's so good.." - not thinking straight, you keep mumbling whatever comes to your head. - "It's so.. I think i.. Ah.."

He reached out and touched your arm, supporting you through firm hand holding, as his mouth was kinda busy to respond you properly. Speeding up, he keeps abusing your clit before moving lower and pressing his tongue to your clenching entrance, stretching it out and thrusting inside. His free hand moved, taking a place on your clit and now rubbing against a tensed bundle of nerves.

These slick tickles in your hot walls shoot a shiver right to your mind, killing the last piece of sanity and turning you into a complete mess. Just a minute or two of rapid thrusts was enough to pull this burning ache from the depth of your core and your pussy spasm in blissful release. You gasp and stop breathing as everything just concentrates between your thighs, leaving your whole body and mind empty.

Rosho just keeps pushing his tongue further, prolonging your orgasm, eyes pierced at your drunk on pleasure face. To the very end, until your arched back hunches again as you fall into the bed with loud gasps, he helps you ride your bliss. Pulling away, he can't help but drop his gaze on your drenched cunt, that keeps slowly clenching, almost begging him to fill you up again but now with something more thicker. And cock in his pants start pulsing even more, waiting to finally be touched too.

Propped on one arm and impatiently unbuttoning his fly with the other, Rosho leans to you with a heavy breath. For a moment he wanted to ask if everything is alright and can he actually continue, but the way you quickly wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, makes all thought fade away.

Slight push of his glans to your entrance makes you both groan, and slowly he sinks inside, peppering your face in small soothing kisses and mumbling sweet nothings in your ear, telling how well you're doing.

"You feel so good, s/o.. Feel so good.." - he mumbled, whining in your ear while giving you some time to get used to the fulfilling stretch of his dick inside you. - "I will be gentle.. Just tell me when to start, okay..?"

"I'm alright, so please, Rosho.." - a small sigh escapes through your clenched teeth and you slowly nod. - "Please, continue.."

"Of course, of course.." - holding your hips with one hand he hugs you with another, burying his fingers in locks on the back of your head. - "I.. ah, I'll make sure that it will be a memorable night for you, my love.. I love you.."

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[virgo-mess]

The Birds and the Bees

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Chapter List

1.Alexithymia- The Inability to Express your Feelings Parts 1 and 2

2.The Woes of Adolescence/ What the heck Happened that Summer

3.Caught in a Summer Storm/ What the heck Happened that Christmas.

4.Summer Bluffs? Part 1

5.Disco, Strippers, and Margaritassss Part 2

6.Sleepless in a Hotel Suite Part 3

7.Shades of Pink

8.The Things I’ve Dreamed Part 1

9.Renewal Part 2

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TW: Again, nothing too bad really, mentions of child abuse and DV but nothing graphic, mostly just Cash being a little simp and thirsting after the girl next door, oh and CUTENESS BEWARE

Alexithymia- The Inability to Express Your Feelings Part 2

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"You're my first love, and I never had the courage to tell you. My love for you is pure, ageless. I knew it the first time I saw you bob for apples at your ninth birthday party. I've known it all our lives, and my love for you has grown as we've grown together, apart, and back together again" - Trudy Stiles

Cash’s Pov

Cash stirred early the next day to the comforting sound of waves crashing on the sandy shores of Manomet beach. He couldn’t really hear the waves of the Hudson River from his apartment back in Jersey City and that was one of the things he had missed the most about coming back home over the years. The golden streams of summer sunshine poured in through the open window of his childhood bedroom. The soft morning breeze swirled the pair of sage green curtains hung above the window gently, while Cash peered out it with a content smile on his face. Mornings like this always reminded him of Shay but then again, almost everything reminded him of her somehow.

Shaylee Harris the girl next door, his childhood best friend, and his first crush. Though looking back on it all now even Cashton Ewing could admit it was so much more than that. Shaylee Harris had single handedly been occupying his thoughts and dreams since he was fourteen, but really even before that because what seven-year-old comes up with a nickname like that for someone they don’t love even a little bit. His heart seemed to know he loved her before his brain did, he still remembered that Valentines Day back in eighth grade when he picked her up to go to the movies and the realization dawned on him, hit him like a freight train actually.

All it took was her floating out the front door in white frills of lace adorned with little pink cherry blossoms, the dress Cash had gifted her that Christmas because she stopped to look at it every time they went to the mall. Her hair was longer back then, her cascading curls of warm blonde were tied up halfway with a little pink ribbon and her green eyes looked captivating with the mascara coating her long eyelashes. Cash swore he felt his heart stop beating for a second though, as she got closer his heart was pounding so hard he was surprised Shay couldn’t hear it. It was the first time he felt butterflies in his stomach, the first time he ever felt nervous in the presence of his best friend, Shaylee Harris. He couldn’t take his eyes off her the entire drive to the movies, all he could think about was how pretty she was, how much he wanted to hold her hand, and how foolish he’d been for never appreciating holding her hand prior or looking at someone that beautiful. Cash to this day couldn’t figure out why his brain hadn’t noticed it before, though now it seemed his brain never wanted him to forget it. The onset of adolescence hit him with all its awkward buddings of more intense feelings, first love, sexual awakenings, steamy dreams and Shaylee Harris had single handedly sparked it all. Suddenly Cash didn’t just want to hang out with her, he wanted to kiss her, be with her, and touch her in ways he never had before, and no amount of time or distance ever made that go away. In fact, as the years passed by and Shay kept Cash at arm’s length his yearning for her only intensified, all-consuming in the deepest sense.

Cash sighed, taking a moment to stretch and glance at the clock while he dried his gray hair with a towel and walked over to his suitcase to pull out a pair of dark jeans and a shirt, a navy-blue button up with white stripes and short sleeves. Shay always said she liked it when he wore blue because it brought out his eyes; Cash thought it might help her get over the fact, he was waking her up so early. Shay hadn’t been a morning person her entire life and he was honestly surprised she picked a profession that required her to dedicate countless hours of her time. Especially because there was a point in time where they talked about their dreams enough for Cash to know the world of investment banking was never a world Shay had expressed a desire to be in. Of course, Cash knew Tyler, the scumbag, was most likely to blame for Shay shelving her dream but there was a small part of him the thought maybe he was to blame too.

Cash fumbled around his room, slipping into his clothes for the day and straightening out a few of his damp gray strands of hair. Cash crept out of his bedroom pointedly being as quiet as possible, he was sure his mom wasn’t up yet and really, he preferred to keep it that way if he could. He wasn’t prepared to receive another pep talk about telling Shay how he felt about her. Jo Ewing was too nosy for her own good, she, Shay’s mom, and Daisy’s mom had been Plymouth’s local gossipy hens for as long as he could remember. Cash had been hoping with Daisy and Pete’s childhood sweetheart wedding buzz, his and Shay’s ‘Will They, Won’t They’ romance would be overshadowed enough for it to blossom on its own, but it seemed everyone in Plymouth had other meddlesome plans in store for them….

 Cash whistled softly to himself and swiftly buzzed about the kitchen. He pulled a bag of coffee grounds and a can of coco powder out of one of the cabinets and waltzed over to his mom’s new espresso machine. Still whistling, Cash grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge and carefully slid Shay’s delicate coffee mug off the cup rack. He’d gifted her a set of two for her birthday one year, two ombre style pink cups with two artfully placed cherry blossoms on the side. Cash wasn’t sure what happened to the other one, but this one had a permanent home right here, much in the same way Shay had a permanent home in his heart. Cash hit the power button on the espresso machine and gently placed Shay’s cup underneath it while he got to work on frothing the milk, mixing the coco powder, and adding strawberry syrup while he waited for the espresso to brew.

Cash had picked up a thing or two from his high school barista days, though he and Shay hardly saw each other during those summers she was working as a line cook at one of Daisy’s parent’s restaurants down in Cape Cod. Cash still made sure to have a latte ready for her each one of his shifts, chocolate covered strawberry was always one of her favorites and over the years Cash had figured out how to make the foam pink just for her. Hopefully, him showing up at her window with her favorite latte and a plate full of pastries would soothe some of her inevitable morning grumpiness because Cash didn’t want her to completely dread spending time with him today or any of the other says they were sure to busy sorting out wedding details. They were supposed to be getting a head start on all of Daisy and Pete’s quite purposeful, last-minute wedding planning. When Shay asked him yesterday if he had anything to do with Daisy and Pete ditching them, he said no and, it hadn’t been a total lie. They didn’t tell him they were planning to ditch them before lunch was over, but Cash did, however, know all about Daisy and Pete’s cupid play because he’d been in on it since Daisy showed up at his apartment three months ago. The same day she asked Shay to be her maid of honor, Daisy Martin made a stop in Jersey City to all but hound Cash into finally doing something about his twelve years long crush on his first best friend. Daisy all but broke down his front door in fact and given all the intense stuff that was going on the last time he’d even seen her, Cash expected as much. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk that time because Cash was in the process of being put on suspension for what he’d done to Tyler in the Plaza lobby…

Cash poured the rest of the ingredients into the freshly brewed espresso and gave it a good stir before pouring his now, pink steamed milk into the mug. Cash took the time to artfully pour the pink liquid in the shape of a heart before grabbing a breakfast tray and carefully setting the fresh latte on top of it. He quickly put everything back in place before grabbing one of his mom’s little porcelain plates and piling it with an assortment of macaroons and spring pastries. Cash carefully picked up the tray and made his way out of the back patio door, stepping out into the warm morning sunshine and the sound of crashing waves, he casually made his way to the back of the Harris house to Shay’s large window.

Cash couldn’t recall a time he ever actually used the Harris’ front door aside from the occasional holiday party. Crawling through Shay’s window and spending the night was such common practice for him, Maggie Harris always had a plate ready for him at the breakfast table. A fact which Cash still found hard to believe because his crush on Shay was so obvious towards the end, he found it strange neither his mom nor her parents seemed to care they cuddled and slept in the same bed unsupervised until they were teenagers. Awkward, shy, hormonal teenagers that were too self-conscious for their own good but still hormonal teenagers none the less. Though as he was recalling bits of his mom’s pep talk yesterday it would seem she and Maggie had been rooting for him and Shay to be together for some time now. She was rather vague, but Cash got the feeling there were bets placed on which kid would be walking down the aisle and with whom…

Cash peered through Shay’s large window still whistling softly to himself and let his knuckles rap against the glass obnoxiously, though he was mindful not to tip the tray in his other hand. Sometimes it took a little persistence to get the sleeping beauty up and moving, she was sure to be grumpy but to Cash spending the day with a tired grumpy Shaylee Rose was better than not spending the day with her at all. Cash pushed up on one of the white sills of the window and then the other only to find them both locked. He wasn’t sure what he expected, seen as how Shay hadn’t been home in two years but part of him hoped she’d at least remember to leave it unlocked for him the way she used to. Sometimes it felt like he thought about her way more than she ever thought about him even though Daisy tried to assure that wasn’t the case nor was it the reason Shay had pushed him away…

“Wakey wakey Cherry Blossom, we’ve got things to do and people to see! I made you your favorite” Cash said knocking on the glass a few more times with a slight blush on his cheeks. He wasn’t lying, Daisy did send over a pointedly, absurdly long list of tasks for them to complete, half of which purposefully involved taking a trip up to Boston. He could hear the loud, annoyed groan Shay gave him in reply even through the glass as she sat up in bed and glared at him through her half-drawn window shades with tired green eyes and adorable hair rollers in her golden hair. Cash bit down on his lip as he watched her shuffle out of bed in a cropped navy-blue pajama set with little white polka dots, looking very much like a little barbie doll. He hadn’t missed how curvy she’d gotten since the last time he’d seen her, having finally regained all the weight she lost being strapped to that dirt bag two years ago. She was practically glowing when he saw her step out of her car yesterday in that little green dress that just barely covered the curve of her now very plump ass and her breasts had gone up at least three cup sizes. Not that Cash cared all that much anyway, her body had always been a sight to see for him but all the extra stuff she had for him to grab now left him feeling particularly…FERAL. To put it simply.

Shay grumpily threw her shades up a bit further before unlatching her window and throwing it up to give him the most adorable attempt at a menacing glare he’d ever seen.

“Good morning beautiful, your pretty feathers shouldn’t be this ruffled first thing in the morning I dropped you off almost twenty hours ago. Any hangover symptoms should be out of your system so why are you so worked up?” Cash asked in a playful tone watching Shay roll those pretty green eyes at him.

“Gee, I don’t know, might have something to do with the Jolly Green Giant beating down my window at the butt crack of dawn” Shay said jutting out one of her childbearing hips in the most teasing way. Cash repressed a chuckle as he skillfully, threw a long leg over the windowsill and still managed not to tip the tray even the slightest bit. Before taking a careful seat on her window bench with a teasing smile on his face.

“It’s hardly my fault you forgot to unlock your window in your cocktail daze yesterday, Cherry Blossom. You know I always come in through the window, besides I brought you something, see” Cash said in the same playful tone, holding up the breakfast tray with an almost coy smile on his face. He took a minute or two to admire her skimpy yet oddly adorable set, up close. Her stomach was still toned in that feminine sexy type of way, but her hips and thighs now looked like plush little pillows Cash wanted nothing more than to bury himself in, in every way possible.

“Do you think my parents just leave unlocked lower-level windows around their house, Cashton. What do you got there, hello, are you listening to me?” Shay said pulling him out of his inner ramblings by snapping her fingers and raising a cute eyebrow at him. Cash smiled at her almost sheepishly as he felt his cheeks grow hot and his cock twitch adamantly against his thigh…

“What, yeah, I mean no, but I expected you’d leave it open for me like you used to Shaylee Rose. How else would I be bestowed the honor of being greeted by your pretty face in the morning? To think I made you this chocolate covered strawberry latte and everything” Cash said, tearing his wandering blue eyes off her perfect body and settling them back on her just as perfect face to throw her a suggestive wink. Cash watched Shay’s sun kissed cheeks tint a cute shade of pink under his gaze and her plump lips curved into a coy smile. Cash felt his heart and cock flutter in tandem the way they only ever did for her.

“You could use the front door like a normal person. Thank you for the latte, Cashy” Shay’s voice came out at him a bit softer this time and her green eyes looked amused rather than annoyed with him for the first time in ages. Aside from the little anonymous flirtation session they had yesterday, Cash hadn’t intended on dragging it out as long as he had but having her laugh and smile at him like she used to, was something he’d missed dearly as sappy as it sounded. Something about her felt so different when she came back to Plymouth after spending that summer with her aunt in LA but even before that really. Cash remembered the way she locked herself in her room the last day of school in eighth grade and how she didn’t come out for a whole week, Shay kept insisting she just didn’t feel well, and his mom and her mom assured him that it was just something teenage girls go through. That she’d eventually come around and things would go back to normal, but they never really did, she was distant and closed off. Cash thought for sure he had done something to upset her, though she insisted he hadn’t. She was right next door, right next to him even, but she felt worlds away…

“We both know I’m not a normal person Cherry Blossom. Silly girl” Cash chuckled, rising to his feet to give her a playful bop on the nose with his finger. Shay let out a soft, breathy giggle and rolled her still very amused misty, green eyes at him in a way only she could. Part of him couldn’t help but feel special, almost loved even, when she acted this way with him because moments like these were so far and few between them these days. Cash smiled down at her adoringly before walking past her to set the tray down on the coffee table she had in front of her couch. The couch and coffee table weren’t there back in those days when he regularly used to crawl through her window. After she’d gotten back from LA Shay, for whatever reason, had decided to redo her whole room over in soft mature shades of blue, white, and gray. Sometimes Cash missed the bright shades of pink and orange that once blanketed the room in all its floral splendor.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet? Have you even picked out an outfit for today?” Cash asked, steering their conversation in the direction he needed it to go. He watched Shay take a seat on the couch and look down at the coffee and the mug it was in with glossy eyes. “Are you okay?” Cash asked with concern swirling in his blue eyes as he looked down at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine Cashy, this coffee just looks too pretty to drink… I didn’t pick out any clothes because I thought we’d be doing our planning at a reasonable hour.” Shay said, Cash could tell the smile she gave him was forced and watched the way she rapidly blinked the tears brimming her pretty green eyes away. Part of Cash wanted to push her to tell him what was bothering her but another part of him told him it wouldn’t be a good idea.

“How on earth did you make it in the world of investment banking if you can’t handle me waking you up at 8:30?” Cash said in a teasing tone, Shay cracked a genuine smile, and he was happy to see her start to nibble on one of the macaroons.

“The stock market doesn’t open until 9:30 and I’m on sabbatical, sleeping in is a right when you’re on one of those, you know. Maybe you should give it a try Officer Ewing” Shay said coyly, Cash chuckled under his breath and made his way towards her walk-in closet.

“I’ll only give it a try if you promise to be by my side when I do it, Cherry Blossom. You never did get around to showing me New York or NYU, you know. As long as you remember to leave the window unlocked for me, I promise I won’t force you out of bed until 9:30.” Cash said once more in a teasing tone before walking into her closet and skimming through the few things she had hung up from her suitcase.

“I’m holding you to that Cashton Micheal, if you’d have told me, you were in Jersey City, I would’ve given you the grand New York experience if you’d only asked.” Shay called after him. Cash heard the faint sound of her phone buzzing somewhere back out in her bedroom as he pulled a pretty, little white floral sundress with a very revealing halter neckline off her closet rack. Cash couldn’t help but bite his lip at the mere thought of her in something so innocent looking but somehow completely tantalizing all the same. It also just so happened to fit the dress code of the restaurant he was going to take her to, before they got a start on their to-do list. Although Daisy and Pete had encouraged him to talk about his feelings for Shay, Cash didn’t see any harm in also showing her how he felt about her. Cash had never really been good with words when it came to him and Shay in the later years of their friendship. She didn’t really seem to respond that well to his overt flirting and lighthearted teasing over the years so he’d resulted to small displays of affection, like making her a latte every one of his shifts or buying more boxes of her favorite candy at the movies than she could eat. Today his romantic display of choice was taking her to one of Boston’s top rated, romantic restaurants. Cash made his way back into her bedroom to find Shay skimming through her phone as she let out a long sigh.

“Everything okay?” Cash asked curiously, peering down at her to see she had finally started taking a few sips of her latte. Shay nodded her head and met his gaze with the faintest blush on her cheeks.

“Um, yeah, just sweet old Daisy adding another thing to our obnoxious to-do list. Looks like we’re heading up to Boston if that’s alright with you. Apparently, Daisy forgot she had an order to pick up at Wacoal when she and Pete were up there yesterday. You know, because they got…busy in the car…” Shay trailed in a slightly, sassy tone. Cash bit down on his lip as he recognized the name of the shop embarrassingly fast, though how could he forget that a great deal of Shay’s teasing little pajama sets had been purchased there. He should’ve figured Daisy would plan something like this to torment him into a confession, it would probably work too, just imagining Shay among enticing rows of lace and frill had his head spinning already.

“Sure, she just happened to forget to pick up her wedding night babydoll…Here put this on for me.” Cash said slightly breathless as he held up the sundress with an obvious blush on his cheeks. Shay raised her eyebrow at him again adorably, taking a longer sip of her latte and another nibble out of the pastel cookie.

“Hmmm, how did you know Wacoal sells wedding night babydolls, Cashton? That dress is a little fancy to just go shopping, are we going somewhere special?” Shay asked, her green eyes looked curious and sheepish as they met his but the hopeful tone that came out in her voice towards the end made Cash’s heart melt. It amazed him how Shay could be so fully self-aware and amazingly quick-witted but still not know Cash would die to make even the smallest thing feel special for her. Cash wasn’t sure why such a thing surprised him because their spat at lunch yesterday confirmed she didn't remember the fact that they had talked and seen each other two years ago…

“Yeah, I’m taking you out for brunch darling, so go get ready alright…” Cash said softly, trying not to let his brain get lost in such a hurtful memory. He focused on the pretty, yet sheepish smile she gave him before bouncing off to her bathroom to change. Cash let out a deep sigh and took a seat on the couch. Shay emerged from the bathroom sometime later, with her blonde hair in voluminous waves, her bangs cascading over her forehead and her makeup effortlessly applied, the floral sundress fit her new figure perfectly. Cash couldn’t explain it, but she looked like summer to him, soft, delicate, and warm in a way that evoked nothing but love and happiness within him. Cash forgot where he was for a second as he watched her walk towards her closet to fetch a pair of shoes.

“Pick the closed toed Gucci wedges, the restaurant apparently has a thing against sandals” Cash said with a small smirk on his face, Shay poked her head outside of the closet door for a moment and cutely arched an eyebrow at him from across the room. Cash chuckled under his breath, already having a general idea of what stopped her so abruptly in her cute tracks.

“Cashton Ewing knows designers now and yet, chooses to dress like a cute little mechanic.” Shay said with an amused note of disbelief in her voice before disappearing into her closet and reemerging with the shoes he had recommended. Cash couldn’t help but blush under her gaze, but it was mostly because the only reason he knew designers like that was because he’d seen her shopping on fifth avenue a few times… or trailed her there, its all the same to him really, no need to get technical…

“I’m a man of many talents Cherry Blossom. You and Daisy made Pete and I go to the mall with you almost the entirety of eighth grade, I was bound to learn a thing or two. Do you really think I look like a cute mechanic?” Cash said in a teasing tone, watching Shay’s cheeks tint a delightful shade of pink as she focused her attention on strapping on the designer shoes.

“Oh boy, I think I just saw your head grow three sizes, remind me to never use the word cute again. I know you went shopping with me and all, but you didn’t seem to like it, so I’m still allowed to be surprised Officer Ewing. I think I’m ready to go.” Shay said as she finished strapping on her shoes, Cash watched her rise to her feet and straighten out her dress before grabbing her purse off her nightstand. She looked absolutely breathtaking, and Cash found his eyes wandering all over her body again with a newfound hunger.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that….and I, um, didn’t like shopping, but I liked being with you, so it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. I’m assuming I’ll be making the same sacrifice later this afternoon. The mall with all the designer stores is like ten minutes from the restaurant, you know Cherry Blossom.” Cash said, forcing himself to focus his wandering gaze back on her face. Shay gave him a very timid smile in reply to his compliment.

“Thanks…It’s really all Daisy’s fault if you think about it, if she hadn’t forgotten her skimpy wedding night attire, we wouldn’t even be in the general vicinity Cashy.” Shay said with the same timid smile on her face. Shay wandered over to her bedroom door and gently pulled it open before shuffling out into the hallway and made her way toward the kitchen.

“Yeah, you’re right, it really is all Daisy’s fault” Cash chuckled, following her out of her bedroom and through the empty kitchen of the still Harris house. They quietly walked out of the front door into the warm summer air and walked down the front porch steps. Cash couldn’t help the sheepish grin that spread across his face when Shay gazed up at him with an amused but knowing glint in her green eyes.

“You can drive my car if you want…” Shay said in a cute, pointed tone as she gazed up at him with a coy smile and another cutely arched eyebrow. Cash looked down at her, feeling a touch bashful under her gaze.

“Are you sure, Pete dropped my truck off last night after I tore into him for ditching us, it’s just in the garage” Cash said softly with a bashful blush spreading across his cheeks. Shay nodded her head as she stared up at him with a large amount of amusement swirling in her pretty green eyes. Cash always loved the way her green orbs sparkled in the sunlight and the way they tinted a unique shade of teal when Plymouth’s deep blue water reflected in them on those long days they used to spend at the beach.

“Yeah, parking will be easier with my car, so here you go Cashy” Shay chuckled, handing him her keys with a coy smile on her face. Cash gladly accepted the keys from her small hand, but he found himself resisting the urge to wrap her up in his arms and twirl her around like a ragdoll.

“Alright, after you princess” Cash crooned, bounding down the driveway. Cash opened the passenger door of the slick green Audi with a giddy grin on his face as he gazed over at Shay adoringly.

“Princess? “Shay chuckled softly, Cash watched her make her way down the driveway and plop down onto the car seat with a giddy looking grin of her own. Cash bit his lip and gazed down at her for a moment before making his way to the other side of the car and slid into the driver’s seat.

“You’ve always been my passenger princess Cherry Blossom, don’t act so surprised” Cash said in a soft playful tone as he slid the key into the ignition and started the car. Shay looked over at him with a soft blush on her cheeks, Cash gave her a teasing wink and began to back the car out of the driveway.

“That was because Pete and Daisy were always trying to swallow each other in the back seat, and you were the first one to get a car out of the four of us.” Shay said gazing up at him from her spot in the car. Cash flashed her a reassuring smile and switched the car into drive to begin their short trip up to Boston for the day.

“Don’t get me wrong Shay, I loved having you next to me, you know. I’ve had no one to tell me when I’m going the wrong way for seven lonely years. I’ve missed you; you know. I’ve missed you a lot Cherry Blossom” Cash admitted sincerely, his blue eyes were soft and a bit vulnerable when they met her green ones briefly, from across the car. Shay gazed back at him in silence for a long moment, her eyes felt like they were trying to see inside of him, but her lack of response made Cash think he might have said the wrong thing too soon…

“I missed you too Cashy” Shay finally replied, just above a whisper after her green eyes seemed to find whatever it was they were searching for. Cash practically beamed at her as he turned the car on to the expressway. Shay smiled back at him, and Cash took note of the way her green orbs seemed to sparkle at him the same way they usually sparkled in golden beams of sunlight. As they began their short drive Cash couldn’t help but wonder if the sun was ever really the reason, they sparkled to begin with...

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The drive up to Boston was relatively quick but Shay made more small talk with Cash on the drive up than she had in years. Cash could tell she was excited by the way she rambled on and on about her favorite places to grab food while she was in Manhattan, her excitement made his heart swell. Though, Cash couldn’t tell if she was excited about going shopping later or if she was excited to spend as much time with him as he was with her. Both were welcome reasons to him though because just talking to her still gave Cash butterflies and made his heart flutter. He had missed the way it was when things used to flow this easily between them. Something that hadn't really happened since that Valentine’s Day back in eighth grade, it marked the beginning of his crush on Shay but also the start of her no longer expressing her feelings to him openly.

Cash still remembered walking out of the theater and into the lobby to find Shay with red puffy eyes. She wouldn't tell him why she was crying but she sure looked happy when Cash asked her if she wanted to go ice skating with him instead. They ditched Pete, Daisy, and annoying Opal May and went to the local ice rink where they giggled and shared hot chocolate like they always did. He still remembered how the wind caught ahold of the dainty pink ribbon in her golden hair, sending it swirling through the evening sky and how the pair of them chased after it until they fell.

They laid out on the ice for some time, laughing so hard they were on the verge of tears and yet, all Cash could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her. Then it started to snow, and the rink lights swirled around her in a way that made her look so much like an angel to him, Cash thought maybe he died. They eventually collected themselves enough to sit back up just as the dainty pink ribbon floated down from the sky and pooled in his lap. By then it felt like Shay was staring into his soul and he got too nervous to kiss her the way he wanted to. Before he knew it, they were eating pizza in her bedroom while they watched some Harrison Ford movie on her TV, the same routine they’d had for years but something about the way they held each other that night felt different. Nothing ever quite beat the feeling of Shay falling asleep on his shoulder after that night. At least until today…

From the moment Cash stepped out of the car it felt like everything between him and Shay seamlessly fell into place, and they found themselves in a familiar, yet comfortable little spot they hadn’t quite been in since they were teenagers. Cash knew Shay must have felt it too, because she let him hold her hand all the way from Contessa’s entrance up to their intimate roof top dining room. Cash wished he had his camera to capture the adorable, awestruck look on Shay’s face when they stepped off that elevator and ventured into Contessa’s elegant upscale waiting room. The look on her face only got better when they were led through the sun-soaked dining room and were sat at an intimate half circle booth overlooking the Boston Public Garden upon his request. They laughed and they talked, then they drank, and they ate in a carefree way that reminded him of the movie nights they shared with pizza in his moms’ basement. Only instead of his mom’s basement, they just so happened to be at one of Boston’s top rated romantic restaurants overlooking the very cherry blossom trees Cash named her after. Sadly, the trees weren’t in bloom but as brunch progressed smoothly, Cash got the feeling that maybe his and Shay’s “Will they, won’t they” romance was…

As brunch went on, they managed to steer away from their small talk topics and actually start catching up with one another. Cash wasn’t sure what it was, but something about this meal and this conversation suddenly made him feel closer to Shay than he had in twelve years. And it wasn’t just because Shay had gotten comfortable enough to throw her small legs on top of his halfway through, though he was very much enjoying having her practically on top of him. Cash had somehow managed to get Shay to talk about what pushed her to take a sabbatical in the first place, much to his delighted surprise. She was rather forthcoming about the teensy tiny mental breakdown she had at work a few weeks ago when one of their clients asked her, in her opinion, the dumbest question she’d ever heard. Cash couldn’t really blame her; he’d encountered his fair share of dimwitted customers in those fleeting days he spent behind a coffee counter in his youth.

“If you think that was a stupid question you should try explaining to a disgruntled soccer mom why the iced coffee she ordered had ice in it. I spent twenty minutes explaining the fact that I couldn’t make our hot coffee cold without adding ice and, she tried to get me fired.” Cash chuckled, Shay giggled and took another bite of her French toast with a small smile on her face.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you become a fancy VP of investment banking anyway? As I recall Cherry Blossom, you always talked about wanting to be a fancy chef, you were pretty darn good at it too, I still have dreams about that Brown Butter and Sage Squash Risotto you used to make with the, umm, little round pieces of fish things...” Cash trailed, looking over at Shay with a faint blush on his cheeks, he always seemed to forget basic English whenever he was around her. It didn’t help that Shay’s pretty green eyes were practically sparkling at him again. Cash couldn’t help but admire the way the golden mid-morning sun streamed in through Contessa’s large windows all around her because it made Shay look more ethereal to him than ever.

“…The scallops…” Shay chuckled with amusement swirling in her eyes as she gazed up at him. “Yeah, the scallops, but that’s not nearly as fun to say. So, I think I’m going to keep referring to them as ‘little round pieces of fish things” Cash said playfully, Shay shook her head at him and giggled softly to herself in a way that reminded him of that night at the ice rink all those years ago.

“Yeah, you asked me to make that dish for you a lot, Cashy. My mom still complains that she can’t get the smell of thawing scallops out of her fridge, but dad won’t let her buy a new one because it still works. And you’re right, I never wanted to be a VP of investment banking, but I didn’t get accepted into that culinary program I wanted and it’s kind of hard to practice in a college dorm room kitchen. Doesn’t matter now anyway, I don’t really cook anymore…” Shay admitted, Cash nodded his head though there was a big part of him that seriously doubted she didn’t get accepted into that program. Especially if she didn’t get any of the letters, he’d sent over the past seven years…

“The place on Wall Street was just the first place to offer me a job after I graduated, so I took it and now here I am, highly doubting I’m even going to go back.” Shay sighed; her green eyes looked heartbreakingly defeated to Cash as they stared back into his blue ones. Cash gave her a reassuring smile, tightening the arm he still had snaked around the small of her waist while his free hand ran down the length of her small shoulder and arm in soothing motions. It had been so long since Cash had been presented the opportunity to comfort her in such a way. She looked much too frail for him to touch that Thanksgiving they talked in his bedroom.

“Well, what’s stopping you from applying to another program Cherry Blossom, if you’re really unhappy with the job you have now?” Cash asked softly, continuing the soothing passes he was making on her arm as he gazed at her with soft blue eyes. He saw a faint blush spread across her cheeks, but Shay made no effort to pull away, in fact, she leaned further into him. Almost like she was contemplating whether to give him a hug or to move onto his lap completely. The mere thought of her doing either of those options had familiar butterflies fluttering in Cash’s stomach. Part of him wanted to do both, to pull her onto his lap and hug her forever but given their little spat yesterday, Cash wasn’t sure if Shay would be open to it.

“I don’t know, I guess I just don’t know if it fits who I am anymore.” Shay replied softly. Cash gazed deeply into her green eyes for a long moment. He halted the soothing passes on her small arm and reached up to stroke her cheek with a tender sort of affection. Shay, once again, leaned into him and his touch the way she used to when they were just two kids seeking comfort. Cash remembered the day he vowed to always let Shay seek comfort in him, that night he crawled through her window wailing at the top of his lungs when he was only nine. It was the aftermath of his father’s worst alcoholic rage to date, the one that finally landed him behind bars though Cash was too battered to remember most of it. All he remembered was crawling through her window and the way both of them clung to each other so tightly. They screamed every time someone tried to separate them, both of them wholeheartedly refusing to let each other go. Shay ended up riding with him in the ambulance and spending the night with him in his hospital bed…

“You still seem like the same Cherry Blossom to me.” Cash crooned, dragging his thumb along the slope of her cheek gingerly because she deserved all the tenderness, he could muster for being the light in such an otherwise horrible memory. Shay’s green eyes softened a bit at him in a way that felt like she could see his soul the same way he saw hers.

“Is that a bad thing…” Shay said, her voice sounded vulnerable this time and her eyes looked unbearably fawn like as they stared back at him. Cash shook his head, still stroking her cheek with his thumb, he let a reassuring smile dance across his lips.

“Not at all, it means you were perfect to begin with Cherry Blossom. I think you should try your hand at cooking again, Shay, take this sabbatical as a sign that maybe New York just wasn’t what fit. They have a culinary school just over in Cambridge you know, you could move back home, follow your dream, and start over.” Cash said, never letting his smile waver or his thumb stop its passes over the soft skin of her rosy cheek. Shay’s plump lips curved into a soft smile and her eyes glittered with the slightest trace of amusement.

“Well, aren’t you just full of compliments and flattery today. Honestly, I wouldn’t know where to start with starting over, I haven’t been in a real kitchen in seven years.” Shay said, her voice was soft enough for her words to come out like a soft hum. It reminded Cash of the nights Shay used to sing under her breath when she thought he had fallen asleep. Cash may have feigned being asleep on more than a few occasions just to listen to her pretty voice. Of course, then he’d actually fall asleep because the lull of her voice was so soothing to him back then, Cash bet it still was.

“I’ll cook with you while you’re here, can’t promise you I’ll be any good, but I’m more than happy to help you out Cherry Blossom.” Cash said a bit over zealously, but it was enough to earn him one of Shay’s adorable giggles and one of her more tantalizing, coy smiles.

“I’m not so sure I trust you in a kitchen Officer Ewing.” Shay said teasingly, Cash chuckled softly under his breath and halted stroking her cheek for the briefest second to give her one of his playful bops on the tip of her little nose.

“That’s rude Cherry Blossom, bad girl” Cash chuckled, Shay rolled her green eyes at his playful antics, but her coy smile had spread into a full-on grin by the time her eyes locked with his once more.

“I’m kidding, mostly…. If my memory serves me correctly, I’m not the only one here that didn’t end up with their dream job, as I recall you wanted to be a photographer. So how did you end up being a cop Cashy?” Shay asked with curious looking green eyes. Cash let out a soft sigh as he started to recall the interview, he missed at The Art Institute of Boston that summer before Shay went off to NYU. Cash had been trying to find the will to ask her to stay and put off her big city dreams for just one semester so she could apply to a school in Boston, but he didn’t want to be the person to hold her back. Truthfully, he only decided to go to the academy because he thought he could move to New York after he finished to be closer to Shay a lot sooner. That he’d be the one to shelve his dream instead because being with her was worth more to him, it didn’t matter though, by the time he saw her again, that Christmas, she was already dating Tyler.

“The same as you really, somewhere along the way I lost the passion for it and I didn’t think I was good enough at it to make a decent living, so I went to the academy…” Cash said softly, it wasn’t a total lie. After Shay left and started dating Tyler, he didn’t have the drive to go back to school and do what he wanted to.

“That’s not true Cash, you were more than good enough to make a decent living if you wanted to. You won the school photography show case three years in a row, you are very gifted.” Shay said with sincere green eyes that made Cash’s stomach do happy little flips. He could tell by the look in her eyes and the lull of her sweet voice, she meant every word and that was worth everything to him.

“Look who’s full of compliments and flattery now.” Cash said teasingly, he wondered if Shay had noticed all the bashful blushes, she had coaxed out of him today. Or if she could hear the way his heart was pounding again.

“I’m serious Cashy, they don’t just hand out first place awards to anyone you know. You should pick up a camera and take some pictures while you’re here. I have no doubts you’re still extraordinary.” Shay’s tone was surprisingly overzealous when she spoke to him this time and Cash couldn’t help but feel incredibly smitten. It was like he was fourteen again, blushing and hanging on to her every word like it was gospel.

“I won with pictures of you every year Cherry Blossom, I don’t think they were awarding the man behind the camera half as much as they were the pretty girl in front of it. Can’t say I blame them; you were my muse after all.” Cash crooned, finding that he was once again overcome with an almost primal urge to kiss her the same way he wanted to at the ice rink when he was fourteen. Cash cupped the side of Shay’s face in the palm of his large hand and gazed at her for what felt like an eternity, grappling with the idea but ultimately deciding it would be too much, too soon…

“Cash, if you agree to take a few pictures while you’re here, I’ll agree to cook something with you…” Shay said softly, her green eyes looked like they were searching his blue ones for something again. They always seemed to be doing that and Cash so wished he could ask her what it was she was looking for…

“Promise?” Cash asked, though the coy smile on Shay’s face was all the answer he really needed. Shay nodded her head in reply slowly, Cash felt his heart skip a beat when one of her small hands moved to mirror his action. He felt the soft skin of her delicate palm brush against the slope of his cheek in the same tender, affectionate caress he had hers.

“Promise” Shay said just above a whisper,

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After brunch, Cash and Shay set out to complete the tasks on Daisy’s Boston list. The two managed to maintain the harmonious dynamic they had fallen into back at the restaurant. They didn’t delve much deeper than that talk they had about their dreams, but Cash certainly thought it was a good start. At least he knew Shay didn’t dread being with him all that much, in fact she had confessed on the car ride up that she had missed him. Probably a fraction of how much Cash missed her but at least, she missed him. Which gave Cash enough hope that maybe there might be something between them after all and that maybe them working together might not all be for nothing. They mostly just laughed and talked about the past, the way you only do with an old friend with whom you share so many memories with. They ventured in and out of shops, ate ice cream, crossed a few of Daisy’s busy bee tasks off the to-do list. and walked up and down scenic Boston sidewalks before heading to that fancy mall with all the designer stores. Cash quite enjoyed watching Shay flit around the stores like a chipper little fairy as she tried on outfits and bought more stuff than she needed. Cash insisted on paying for at least part of it because Shay’s birthday just happened to be a couple days before Pete and Daisy’s over the top wedding.

 Shay timidly declined Cash’s offer to pay for anything with the cute excuse that “Brunch can be my gift Cashy, don’t worry.” Cash knew what she was doing though and promptly replied with

“You’re not going to trick me out of buying you a gift Cherry Blossom, I’m a cop not a peasant. I can afford to buy you something nice, trust me.”

And Cash did just that as soon as she slipped into the next dressing room. They eventually got around to discussing plans and ideas for the bachelor parties again but ultimately didn’t come to a consensus, but hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day. Luckily Shay seemed to be on the same page, she didn’t try to push Cash into agreeing to her idea, just yet… but both of them knew from years of experience, Cash was bound to cave eventually. At least where Shay was concerned that is. They decided to make the drive back down to Plymouth just before rush hour. When the golden late afternoon sun was high in the cloudless blue sky. The atmosphere on the car ride back was a bit different this time around, Shay was quiet, but Cash didn’t get the feeling she was upset. It was more along the lines of that comfortable silence they had fallen into at lunch the day before when it felt like everything that needed to be said was said. Obviously, Cash knew that wasn’t the case, they still had so much to talk about, so much baggage to unpack, so much that was left to be said. Cash supposed he could sum it all up for her, with three simple words. And he could, because they were true, and they reflected how he felt about Shay his entire life but for some reason those three words just didn’t feel like enough…

“Alright, I’ve got the bags princess” Cash said in a teasing tone that cut through the comforting silence, just as he turned Shay’s car back into the Harris driveway. Shay let out a soft chuckle and shook her head at him with a coy smile on her face.

“I don’t think you realize what a slippery slope you’re on, Officer Ewing. Today you took me to brunch, chauffeured me around, carried my bags all day, and tried to talk me into letting you buy me gifts for my birthday. You won’t be able get rid of me if you keep pampering me this way you know” Shay said coyly, Cash chuckled and turned the key out of the ignition before turning to gaze at her adoringly.

“Oh no, the most beautiful girl in Plymouth is going to attach herself to my hip! What ever will I do. You forgot, made you a latte with a pink heart in it, that you, didn’t even compliment.” Cash said with a mock pout on his face, Shay scoffed at him though her smile never faltered.

“That’s not true, I said it looked very pretty and I really did appreciate it Cashy. I’m still holding you to your promise to not wake me up before 9:30 however.” Shay said, giving him a pointed look before she opened her car door. Cash chuckled again, opening his own door before scooping up all of Shay’s new purchases and stepping onto the driveway.

“I have every intention of keeping that promise Shaylee Rose, as long as you hold up your end of the deal” Cash said following her up the Harris porch steps with an amused smirk on his face. He could hear Shay giggling under her breath at him as she unlocked the front door and held it open with an amused smirk of her own.

“And what was my end of the deal again?” Shay said in adorable mock confusion, Cash rolled his eyes to himself and walked into the still quiet Harris house. Cash made his way towards Shay’s room on a wave of familiarity and instinct, he sat all her shopping bags by her closet door before turning to look at her one more time. Shay looked at him, seeming to fall back in her sheepish proclivities from earlier this morning and a brief awkward silence hung in the air.

“So, I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow at 9:30 then…” Cash trailed, Shay nodded her head in acknowledgement but appeared to be lost in one of her daydreams. “Alright, then see later Cherry Blossom” Cash said having the sudden feeling that he was intruding. He made his way towards her window in long strides though he was well aware he could use the front door, using her window just felt right. So, Cash pushed the familiar white sill up and started his short journey home…

“Cash, wait” Shay’s voice came out sharply and suddenly, with enough tenacity to make Cash jump in surprise before he whirled around to look at her. Shay looked over at him with a bashful blush spreading on her cheeks.

“Yes princess?” Cash chuckled to himself, feeling both bashful and smitten under her gaze the same way he’d felt under her eyes since he was fourteen. Shay appeared to bite back a sheepish smile.

“Do you, uh, want to order a pizza and watch a Harrison Ford movie with me?” Shay asked, still looking incredibly sheepish. Cash nodded his head, over zealously again because he felt those familiar butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he turned to shut her window with a big grin on his face.

“Of course I do darling.”

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#thomas ian griffith #friends to lovers #cash x oc #cash ewing #summer romance

[sweetlolitaaesop]

I am so sorry I have taken so long to follow up my last ask, but I've just been really busy. Might I request Hansung Yu from Tower Of God with a gender neutral or female reader who absolutely loves when his hair is down? Like they/she wants him to always have his hair down and she finds it to be really hot/pretty when it accidentally comes loose and falls from his hairpin...maybe in the middle of battle or something. Headcanons or a one shot, it's up to you.

Hansung Yu x Gn Reader / Oneshot

CW ! Kinda Suggestive ? Reader being a simp/downbad

Maybe perhaps you were a bit distracted ?

It just happened when you and Hansung where just trying to help out Baam , buying him and Khun time to find Jinsung Ha . But a ranker showed up trying to stop the two .

" You two go on ahead ! We'll buy you time ! "

The ranker was strong with him managing to put the first blow on your stomach . This made Hansung scared because your his s/o but not a ranker like him meaning that you don't have immortality like him .

When the ranker had his eyes on you again preparing to slice your face . Hansung grabbed you just in time which the blade instead sliced the hairpin that you gifted him for your one year anniversary .

Which basically caused his hair to fall down . You couldn't lie , it was fucking hot to see your boyfriend with his hair down along with the blood dripping down on the side of his face . But the extra cherry on the top was using his blood to slick back his bangs .

" H-holy fuck that's hot ..."

Thank god you didn't say that out loud . But you were blushing very hard and down bad for what you just witnessed and forever will have this moment live rent free in your mind forever .

#hansung yu #hansung yu x reader #tower of god x reader #tower of god #tower of god hansung yu

[theunknowninside]

Lore Olympus

I stop reading Lore Olympus for like 5-6 months only to see everything going down the gutter. I have been on board with the making of the webtoon since around 2019 mayhaps, which made it hard to entirely give up on reading Rachel's webcomic. ☕

Past the line its ranting as to what I see bad and why I stopped reading the webtoon.

An unwanted season caused a significant downfall in the main female character's writing. Having Persephone bully a lower-class citizen, make her act bitter, jealous and rude. Girl, if you are so afraid of Hades cheating on you, then there should have been a significant red flag, which appeared back in season 1, as he had cheated on Minthe (albeit emotionally) WITH YOU.

I disliked how every goddess looked the same, yet Persephone was seen as significantly more beautiful. They all genuinely look as if they were made from the same cookie cutter. 🍪

This is a list of reasons why I stopped reading Lore Olympus:

Multiple videos and people have stated the blaring problems within the narrative of the story. I didn't believe it at first, but then I saw how poorly written it was and how their conflicts with the surrounding world were non-existent.

Demeter's writing. As much as I hated her as a kid, now I realise that the love between a mother and a daughter is sacred, which is what the "The Kidnapping of Persephone" was to entail. A narrative on loss and familial love.

Hades became bland, boring and unlikable, which is a shame as I was literally a simp for that man.

The realisation of the fact Persephone gave up her education, her friends, and her mother for a man. We all love the flower nymphs, their dynamic with our precious Kore Cob was sacred, especially since we did not see much of them.

They goofed up my favourite characters, making them all feel one-dimensional and uncanny.

Final words:

So many routes Rachel could have gone to, and she chose to continue on a story that could have finished with season 2 and the wedding.

It is alright if you enjoy reading the webtoon, and adoring the characters and how the story is going. As a person who has been a fan for many years, it is understandable.

Having CDawgVA voice Hades in Emirichu's webtoon video was just the cherry on top, so I understand if that's what sparked your interest. 😉

#rachel smythe #lore olympus #lo #lo persephone #lore olympus persephone #lo demeter #lore olympus demeter #rant #anti lo #lo rant #anti lore olympus #lore olympus rant #persephone #hades #demeter #greek mythology #webtoon #webtoon lore olympus #lo season 2 #Emirichu #cdawgva

[technicallyjollyobject]

A twist of time [part 1] 🌸

Writing this cherry blossom set made me a Midori simp lol. : D

Midori had gotten out of bed, after struggling to fall asleep from the will to text yandere dev “exciting” emails. She felt the cold wood floor under her warm toes and groaned. Today was going to be a long day………..

……..Buttttt what would make her morning better is by sending yandere dev an email! She opened midori-mail and started typing her email. When she hit send, she figured out yandere dev blocked her! The shock paralyzed her. How could they block the best info source? And leave her in a murder game?

Wait what? She was in a murder game? She must have had weird thoughts after the shock had hit her, but, just to be sure, she got up and l went to her desk. She pressed the on button and the dark black screen, flickered to life. Her school page was of course the first thing she saw when she logged in. She had it covered in tabs of unfinished emails to send to yandere dev, but they were all deleted because yandere dev blocked her.

Since she needed a new tab open she moved her cursor to open a new tab. Except….. her mouse cursor wasn’t moving? She didn’t realize it until it took her an hour to try to open a tab. It didn’t make sense. She always could open tabs without looking. What was screwing her up now? She needed answers and the default screen for everyone’s school computer was NOT gonna help if she need to open a new tab. Wait, what? Everyone’s school computer default screen? What was she talking about?

Well default computer screen or not. She still had to go to school. So she pressed the off button and sent the bright, alive, screen into murky darkness. She then got her clothes ready. After she was done, she walked out of her house and off to school. When she arrived at the front entrance for school she blended in with the other students. FINALLY she thought. Hopefully when she went inside to change her shoes she wasn’t going to do the stand and spin in place glitch. It was tiring. Midori was very confused from her thought. The what in what glitch? If it was a glitch why hadn’t she seen it and already reported it to yandere dev? Before she had any more insane thoughts she needed to get to searching her name in the tech lab at school.

When free time came, to her it was tech lab time. Which is exactly where she headed. When she got there the same thing with her computer happened in tech lab. She tried EVERYTHING she could to fix it. Emails, emails, and more emails. But nothing worked. So she decided to go to Oka the occult club leader. Then she would summon a demon who would fix the computers. But when she arrived she found out fixing computers with a demon, was going to be harder than she thought.

Apparently there was no demon to fix computers (which Midori thought was dumb) so they had to make one and summon it. But summoning a made demon was hard. Apparently they had to get strands of hair and fabric from things they wanted the demon to wear? And that if they were to successfully summon the demon, they would have to do something in return. Like give up someone the summoner loves.

Midori, who didn’t understand any of this because she only knew school stuff and how to work a computer, heard bla bla bla fix a computer. So she agreed to helped. All of a sudden they could hear click-clack-click-clack. Oka and Midori looked at the occult door and Ayano walked in. Midoris heart stopped and her blood ran ice cold. She didn’t know why, she just know that it did.

Somehow yandere chan knew what they were talking about and offered to help get hair dna and clothes. So after yandere chan accepted Okas task, she was officially helping. Wait, yandere Chan? Task? What task? Who’s yandere chan? Does she have a reason why Midori had ice cold blood and a heart that stopped beating? Midori had to many insane thoughts to wait for Ayano to be done, so she sat down at a nearby table and did ALL of her homework. After she got done with her biggest, boringst stack of homework Ayano was back. Ayano came back so soon Midori didn’t even have a chance to question why yandere dev gave so much homework.

After Ayano gave Oka the items she left, which was perfect because it was time to summon demons. Oka asked Midori to close all occult room club doors and to step outside. Apparently summoning demons can get very…… scary for green haired girls. So, Midori did exactly as said. Fiddling with her phone in her hands because she was bored. After a while Oka brought Midori back and handed her a weird item. Oka explained that the demon was unique because if the summoner did what the demon asked her to do someone would get an award? She didn’t pay attention because she was so excited to make a computer work. She didn’t even remember what Oka told her that the demon asked Oka to do.

So after giving Oka a goodbye Midori walked to the tech lab with pep in her step. As soon as she installed the weird thing into the computer she was able to move her cursor freely she opened a tab and googled herself. She found herself under a game title called “Yandere simulator” so, she googled yandere simulator. And what she found shocked her to core. She found EVERYTHING out about yandere simulator. The elimination methods, the rivals, the club benefits, and everything!

She then turned around in the chair, ready to go tell everyone about what she had just found when she….. knew it was the end….. There was Ayano, with the soulless eyes and she also was holding a knife above Midoris head. Before Midori could say anything she felt the knife. Cutting through her skull, and ending her life. But…. this couldn’t be the end could it? She had put so much work in only to fail…. She had to warn her classmates. And with that will of Midoris she now could freely float around the halls and do everything a normal human would. ……….. As a ghost……… She watched everyone die in that day but Ayanos sempai. Who she was approaching with a knife.

That’s when Midori remembered the demon had asked Oka to kill everyone! But when the summoner dies the request from the demon is already counted fulfilled. All of a sudden a little screen popped up in front of Ayanos sempai that said “Restart” Yes or no? Of course in all desperation Ayanos sempai chose yes. Which brought everyone back to life, but erased their memories including Midoris.

Everyone was now entering the classroom normally and that’s when they noticed something on their desks. A flower. Not just any flower, but the type of flower teachers put on students desks when they die. Or at least they thought it was the teachers. But they hadn’t died. So who placed the flower on everyone’s desk and why? Who knows if they will ever find out….

The end

(The strange thing Midori put in her computer was a USB)

#midori gurin #yandere simulator #usb #writers on tumblr #writing

[ctl-yuejie]

i am actually excited for the taynew cherry magic remake

while i thought they might be a better fit for the opposite roles, newwiee does not only bring his cuteness to the table but it looks like he is going to continue his “warp effect”-arc of playing a man on the quest to try and navigate life despite his insecurities.

i knew tay’s acting had gotten better through 3wbf and initially i had hoped he’d play adachi to give us his best babygirl. however, i fully forgot that kurosawa has this clumsy akward site to him and that he is simping hard for adachi, truely doing him the unjustice he experiences in the series of everyone assuming he is this model salary man with no hardships behind it. in the trailer tay really is giving me everything i needed, including losing his mind over achi in the voice-over.

happy to report that their chemistry looks even better than in ourskyy blue kiss and i am now honestly excited about this show.

very glad to see jan and sing as well and all the cherry imagery.

i just hope the alluded loveline between jan and sing won’t happen, since the japanese version did so fantastic with fujisaki. tiny bit worried about how they interpret the effect of achi losing his virginity since i liked that in the japanese version it wasn’t set that penetrative sex was actually the thing to stop his powers.

and i’ve only seen very little by the director which as been a mixed bag but i feel like this kind of traditional story set-up and simple plot might be up is alley since i remember enjoying secret seven.

#taynew #tay tawan #newwiee #new thitipoom #cherry magic 30 #will use this tag for the thai version in the hopes it doesn't cluster the wrong tag

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Finished part two of the period. Sorry if there are misspellings or wrong pronouns. I might go back and edit these later. I made these the best I could interpret the characters or how I read them when the devs introduced them to us in the game. Tried my best. Eat this horny and wholesome content real quick.

Scylla Anguis Mirun:

The First Lady is waiting to put the ass in class. Visiting Felix's room to check you out, *cough* *choke on wine*. Her excuse is to check up on her little fefe. One day she stopped for a bit to get a glimpse of your charming smile and Felix's pout fit to settle her boredom. Instead, felix was out doing studies (hot nerd shit)...anyway, she saw you clutching your sides with a painful expression. Coming to your side she pats your back lovingly with a worried look to ask about your troubles. You try to overcome the cramps to then twitch and sweat buckets on top of buckets holding in a scream. At this point, she finally realizes that you are experiencing period symptoms to hurriedly drags your poor soul to her bedroom. She lays you down to reveal she is going to do whatever in her power to grant you your well-being again. Which translated to: you are stuck on bed rest and ask me for anything to your desire or needs/wants, pretty please. The starsworn will be notified of your condition later on when felix returns. (Little did he know he will be getting an earful from a pesky sister).

Going to Florian and Escell she demands a handful of servants to send dinner to her room with necessary accommodations to heal you in your weak state. (She wants to worship and baby you to her heart's content. Step on her ma'am)!!! Withers is told to not disturb you two for the time being, as well as for Scylla to have alone time with you. Returning to you she finds you fell asleep...in her bed...to admire every inch of your gorgeous figure you cover with questionable clothing she has never seen before. Evening arrives when she has prepared a bath and new clothes for you to take willingly. Given her taste, she has gifted you a silk robe with gold sewed to the fabric with a butterfly design. Lacing the bath with salts and perfumes she registers you awake rubbing your eyes. (Gods, you are too precious).

Taking a bath you've realized she lit a couple of cherry-scented candles to relax your state of mind for the time being. Drying off and changing into your new bathrobe you kindly are grateful for the period supplies she gave you. Soon after, you enter back into her chambers. And oh…..oh this is new...you gasp at the sight to behold. She has brought you dinner with a dessert of five different kinds. Candles are lit in every corner of the room to gently lay your gaze on her silhouette in the lit room wearing a matching bathrobe herself. Maybe a gold-painted rose sealed between her lips. I don't know. She's a hard OG simp for MC from what I got if she had gotten a route. Queen, please be my baby momma! You stride over to her ever so slowly as if this was a fantasy. She sits up slightly guiding you to cradle your hips with her delicate fingers. MC/ OC: I'm in your debt Scylla. Thank you for the items but is ALL *you wave a hand gesturing to room outlook* this is honestly a tiny bit much for a period?? Specifically, for myself when you already let me into your home. Scylla: Preposterous! A delectable feast is fit only to be stomached by a forbidden fruit such as yourself. (And tonight she wants to make you as comfortable and praised till you salivate for her). Let me tell you one thing MC * whispers in your ear* I want a taste if you let me. I promise you won't regret a single second. Ahem...what!?

She feeds you. Letting you pick which platter is your personal favorite to note for later date ideals. Such an absolute queen she lets you feed her. I feel like she would hold eye contact with Mc just to see their cute rosy cheeks light up as you avoid her intense gaze. Stuffed to the brim from a delightful dinner date you assumed, she plucks the rose she had off the pillow and tucks it in your hair smiling like a fool. Of course, the servants ruin the moment and haul away the empty plates and cups. You both thank them and bask in the calm silence surrounding the two of you now. You go to sit down on the bed when she follows you not a moment later.

Tenderly holding hands you both lay in bed staring at each other. She asks if you are comfortable enough. You nod. Then she gets a mischievous smile. She kisses each knuckle sending shivers up your spine. Scylla just wanted to distract you from the pain while getting some sugar. Then you cuddle up next to her to then ask her to give you a back rub. She obliges. Using the lotion you got from Florian it was pomegranate scented that tickled your nose every time you took a whiff of it. Laying on your stomach she gets on top of you. (No pause). Generously speaking she took any knot in your muscles she could fine to quietly hum a toon under her breathe. Entranced you closed your eyes to ask her what she was humming. A lullaby she used to sing to her fe when he was a tot with magical talent. It calmed them when they both heard their parents arguing down the hall for the most part. :( 

Night befell the room growing darker but you could care less when she hit a certain spot to make you feel like on cloud 9. Eventually, you two parted as she washed her hands with you exhaling in relief. Survived another day of your cycle. Drinking sparkling water or whatever this water was from refreshed you to think clearly for once without a shocking pain in your back. Swaying her hips she closes the curtains to then blow some of the melted candles out to dim the room for the sleeping period now. Holding you in her tattoed arms you ask her about each tattoo she has a story to share for each one. Oh boy. Falling asleep together you wake to her getting ready in the bathroom. She tells you to lay back and stay in bed. You hesitate but obey her offer. She tells you she is going to her bars to see the final renovation and that she will be back with more gifts to sway you with. 

At her bar, she meets with the star sworn. Plus Elowen, Tulsi, Ayanna, and Saaros. What a fine group of friends you and Fefe has gained. They inform her they will stop by later to see how you were doing and she teases them that she has the situation under control and to not have their panties in a twist. Felix gags and blushes at the same time. Though he is relieved for you and his sister having each other in times of need. Usually, she would get on Felix's ass about messing with spells and whatnot. Holding her tongue from this point on she only wants to use it to tell you sweet nothings from now on. Thank you my stupid little brother for bringing my future lover to the doorstep of my bar to sweep me off my feet. She has been in love with rings attached at the end of the string to follow through with her title as an Escellun. (Satisfied by Hamilton starts playing in the background). Love couldn't be anymore clearer when she heard you speak in a sarcastic tone. Not that you were different, brought her felix, or were sarcastic to her. You talked to her like a human being and not as a spoiled rich girl or mysterious bartender. Arrow in the heart. She wanted to have another conversation with you under any circumstance to see where you'll both end up talking about.  Perhaps, future plans!

Saaros the Ambassador of Rivathi:

Scanning their notebook for Azimuth's choice of sight for the possible future. They do not see this event show up on paper stained with galaxy ink. You crumbling on yourself in the castle with everyone to see. Normally, he would think you're being overdramatic and making a scene to gain their attention to peek at the journal. This is not the case. Without hesitating the elf has held you up by the armpits to drag you off to the room given to them to accommodate the needs of an ambassador. Anisa had walked off with Scylla because you both shooed her away to let her enjoy herself for once. In privacy, they mutter what poor choice of state the starsworn leave in after training. You tell them this wasn't the end result of training. (Rub chin in thought to appear calm but fail). MC smiles and talks about the body aches for a few minutes to let Saaros process the situation their in together. 

Flicks forehead. Saaros: Be still child and lay in the comforter. It sounded like a demand than a request. MC/ OC: Don't flatter yourself. I would have laid down for you even without your permission. Wink. Wink.  (Bite lip. Smack to head. What else shall I do in your presence?) Okay, moving on the elf retreats into the bathroom for hand lotion, as they would. Not for you. Sike. Kidding. Letting them apply it to each hand you feel their soft chocolate hands pinpoint the pressure you wanted on them in getting the elfs bag throughout porrima. It takes your mind off the painful shocks ricocheted within your abdomen and waist to let you savor their warm touch to the bone. Otherwise, the servants in the palace are summoned to fetch you both dinner with a tip to knock before entering the room after dinner is served to clean up. Much appreciated you thank the kind offer of the ambassador taking care of little old you. Rolling their eyes the elf strides to open a bottle of room temperature water to fill your empty stomach. 

All through the evening you develop a sense of stability that your elf harbors. The shared secrets and gossip among each other is gratifying to be spoiled with even on a bad day. Dinner is brought with silver utensils that gleams under the candlelight. Memorized you dig into your meal with three courses and several beverages to thirst your appetite to your hearts desire! The side dishes were mainly picked grapes and fresh cut melon. Seasoned potatoes grilled to leave a charred taste on the tip of your tongue. Besides the chicken being slathered in red wine sauce to only have the steam hit your nostrils and flare up with delight. For the main part Saaros shared stories of times when they would venture in journeys after meeting anisa for his work ethic. Seeing them open up seem like a whole new world in spite of the momentary silence every time you took a bite. 

Stuffing yourself and rubbing your belly you don't notice the elf get up and leave the room. A knock at the door and you open for the servants to clean up the room. After they left the corridors the elf returns with a big leather book with papers sticking out. They laugh at your curious look and gesture toward the couch. Sitting on the couch you bump shoulders to lean in for a better view of the pages. Turning every page the book contains memoirs of his past adventures while the elf smirks at any reaction you fail to cover up. Astonshied you ask questions on top of questions by glossing over notes they written and stuffed between the pages. Discussing their recent voyages have you wonder what you could experience together...if that is still a possibility. Would you stay in Astrea forever or leave to go home?

Yawning. Eyelids dropping the elf notices you falling asleep on their broad shoulders. Flipping the book closed they go to get up when you pull them back to stare up at them. Curious at your intentions the elf as sharp as they can be doesn't notice you lean up to brush your lips against their temple. Pulling back to grasp their jaw in your warm palm you can see a red glow tint their pointed ears slightly. The crinkle in your eyes must show because they take that as a challenge. Leaning you back on the couch they spread your legs and slowly rub circles on each inner thigh. The sensation is marvelously welcomed as you bite your lip and arch your back into the cushions. (Juicy...let me stop). Each trail of the slick elf's tender fingers massaging your aching muscles has your mind going wild as you begin to close your eyes to their touch. No one will see like this but them. Understood.

For a while the elf's eyes roam over your relaxed body to then take a sip of the wine you both were drinking before the touch starved moment. Still enjoying the rub they decide to lean toward you to give you a kiss on the forehead. Not expecting that you blank for a second and short-circuit for the rest of the night. Feeling accomplished in their daily nightcap the two of you head for bed to cuddle while not caring about any discomfort but each others warmth. That night you dream of the two of you on an exploration and adventure driven rondevous while the elf stays up thinking of their previous devious acts of affection they bestowed upon a foreign exotic species. 

The next morning they accompany you to inform the star sworn to be more aware of a ill comrade in need of help. They apologize and take you guys out for lunch. Of course, others are invited which Saaros recognize as nobility and you recognize as extended family. (Guess who they are…...Anisa mom, Sage sister, and Felix sister with florian in tow….surpised. No. Okay, sorry). In addition, thee elf watches you as you are hyper focused on a debate with sage about the definition of what counts as a sandwich. Nonsense. Usually, the elf would see meeting you as a sense of coincidence. Althoughh, as you warmed up to them, the elf couldn't help but yearn for your attention to detail. Especially, if that attention was toward them only to then have the courage to take your hand and never let go for even a second longer. If you want of course. Who's to know?(Asmo).

Elowen De Bhaldraithe:

She could bash her head into the nearest stone wall for not keeping an eye on you sooner. Swaying down the trail you both walk on everyday. Her feline eyes narrowed at your petite weak figure that kept wobbling every time you took a step. After a certain amount of time she got irritated and grabbed you to throw you over her shoulder. Heading to Fanthom to the room Anisa gave her she threw you on a stool to head into the bathroom for a moment. Coming back with a bucket and rags with clean clothes in her clawed palms. Telling her you were fine for the hundredth time she ignored your wailing and pouting. Filling the bucket up with warm soapy water she dipped the rag in and wringed it out. Grabbing your face she told you to undress. 

Feeling vulnerable you sigh and follow her orders stiporing to your under gamrnets to let her clean you the right way to feel more comfortable. Thanking her she brushes your blushy face off prioritizing your health first and trying not to think of your smooth skin at her disposal for her to glorify. Carrying on she lets you change for your sake while she notifies everyone in Fanthom to give you space during your painful conditions. If they don't understand (Felix, sage, and Saaros she rolls her eyes and points to anisa to tell her to explain. And then she runs back to your side with a jar of cookies she found fair and square.) Sorry rime. Stretching your body on her black sheets she offers a cookie to you and you happily take one to split with her. Munching together you rub your hips with a pained expression. 

Dusting her hands off of the crumbs she takes her gloves off to reveal her pointed fingernails filed to the tips. Smirking, she lays on your thighs to massage your abdomen in solemn silence as you watch her with adoration in your eyes. For a few minutes it is peaceful for the both of you. Then you ask her about her childhood and she is silent for second. About to ask her again she jumps into a story of her and lucan trying to jump on roofs to outrun each other across their homeland for fun. Listening to her dive into different memories no matter the ending of the stories she had with her late brother make you feel hopeful. Seeing a smile take your lips she gets off you seeing she pleased you more than with an easy task. You get up to hug her as she pats your head. 

MC/ OC: I want to take a walk around Fathom to bet some circulation. Wanna come with? She scowls at your question. Elowen: *grabs your hand* Let's just go. I'll carry you. No exceptions! Startled by her lifting you on her back you give a squeak. Grumbling, you muzzle your cold face in her blonde frizzy hair that smells of citrus and lime. Being a top must be hard for you since you keep pointing out every little detail you see. Your like a wiggly worm. She doesn't mind, instead she holds you even tighter by the thighs that seem more warmer now that your both sharing body heat. Weird paintings capture both of your interest to think of stories as to why the painter expressed their thoughts on to canvas. You come up with the idea of the artist just wanted to express the mindset one goes through of living in a world like Astrea. And she contradicts your story that the painter simply was in need of a pay raise or experienced whatever the painter expressed with paint. Snorting. You both see endless bookshelves which make you think if the time safe showed you the one at mournfall. Noting of sneak getaways with a tough female kitten that could easily drop you at her will. Gulp.

Empty rooms occupy the endless halls and you are curious but respect not to go in to any of them. Elowen continues her earlier stories adding to her training for the last five years she put her heart and soul into becoming the berserker. She goes silent for a second when she feels a peck at her fluffy ears. Tail poofed and pupils dilated. She huff's realizing you pulled her out of her overthinking her past intentions to harm your friend sage before knowing the truth. She still despises him but maybe…. Can learn to work with him and see him as a fellow comrade. Someday. Then she feels you grab her fluffy ears to steer her down the stone hallway. This does NOT amuse her but she keeps moving nonetheless, to then head out to the baths that sage showed you once. 

Lights in the night sky start to illuminate with the halo of the sunsets rays as they brighten the surface of the water. Hoping off your exhausted cat you take her hand and lead her to the steps of the pool. Taking your shoes/ sandles off you both dip your swollen feet into the chilling water that leaves ripples around your ankles. Seeing each others reflections you lean her head to lay on your shoulder. A sigh escapes her lips as she makes eye contact with your reflection with a smile on her pale face. Throwing compliments at one another you start to pet her ears. For her it's euphoria and for you it's a wholesome experiment to see what gets her riled up and makes her putty in your hands. One time she accidently hit you with her tail and so you decide to twirl her tail in your other hand. You see her face turn cherry red as her mouth forms an "O" while her eyes are screwed shut and her lip quivers up into a grin. This astounding sight exists for your twinkling eyes to remember for later shenanigans to mess with her. 

You both return to her room with slippery feet or paws. And she tackles you to the mattress hiding her face in your chest mumbling sweet worships. Falling asleep in her presence is not something new for either of you after spending time together. She watches for a while your chest going up and down. Hearing your heartbeat for every breath she takes for the borrowed time Lucan gave her. It makes her grateful for stumbling upon you before she took a dark path. Waking the next morning to you drooling all over her pillows she realizes she will fight anyone to see another blue sky with you. Or just to get another chance to care for someone she thinks she loves more than her brother's legacy. And to that she kisses your chest to wake you so you guys can start your training as one.

Tulsi Ain:

What a week in a heated environment. Wiping the sweat off she sees you coming up the stones jagged path of the alleys to bring her dinner like the previous times you showed up to greet her with a flashy smile. It reminded her of sage to then tell you to limit the time you spend with her intoxicated brother. You nod in silence with a basket in hand and bags under your eyes. She cups your face as she observes the blotches on your cheeks and sweat beading your forehead. That won't go down on her watch to see her beloved MC fall apart on her watch. That's her job. Pulling you to her house above the shop (I assume. Dorian let us into the lore and backstories of last legacy characters. You got me on my knees...I beg por favor)!!

Rinsing out her pots and basins she fills them to the brim with cold water with ice cubes to settle next to her bed she let you lay upon. Now she is well familiar with the cycle of womanhood. Guilty for not asking how you were feeling sooner she apologizes over and over again. Until you tell her it's not her fault but yours for not telling her sooner. Dabbing your forehead she furrows her brow when you start making silly faces to amuse her from your agony. She snickers to the point you both start laughing and enjoy each other's warmth. Forgetting the cramps and headaches coming on tulsi begins to head downstairs to cook dinner with the ingredients you bought early on. Relaxing on her mattress you roll over to welcome the smell of her scent on her pillowcases and sheets. (In this case, she has fluffy pillows and blankets that she wraps herself up in for cold nights.) Burying yourself deeper into her covers you start to massage your temple and hips. 

Hot plates in hand she scurries up the stairs to witness her other half rubbing themselves while in her bed. She thinks she might faint. Noticing her you sit up slowly to grab a plate as she blocks owlishly at you with a red glow to her complexion. Sitting next to you she gives you water to wash the delectable meal down with a satisfied gulp. You share a pleasant conversation about childhood stories as you eat her homemade meal. Her being a child while watching sage run from pissed-off bakers after stealing pastries or you mentioning outdoor games you played as a child with the neighbor kids next door. Finishing up dinner she cleans up as you let your eyes wander off around her sacred room she shows no one. There are tickets of scrap metal and knickknacks she's collected over the years. She comes back into the room to smile at your curious look to tease you about being nosy and wide-eyed. You brush her off but she comes beside to throw her arm around you and ask if you feel better. Leaning into her neck you give her a tiny nod. 

Bunny girl asks if you need anything and you stare at her for a solid minute. Then ask what's wrong to have you ask her about trying yoga poses with you to stretch your body out for a sense of relief. Without hesitating she pulls you up to only ask what "Yoga" is or does for your body?? (Wouldn't you like to know;)..... I would...oh). You explain to her about the results to do specific poses with a partner you trust to help you stretch your body and help your blood pump faster. She agrees to help you to make you feel well again. Both of you stunning ladies decide to stretch first before doing poses and cracking your knuckles. (Do any of you have a bad habit of cracking your knuckles like me?) Moving on you try simple poses like touching your toes. Seated cat cows. Twin trees. Temple. Seated twist. And so on. You suggested at one point to do a difficult one but then collapsed on each other with your face buried into her chest with a blushy bunny. Apologizing endlessly, she brushes it off with her contagious laughter that brings you to laugh with tears in each of your guy's eyes. 

You decide you did enough yoga together to pull tulsi on her feet and wash up and call it a night. Ever the hard stubborn worker she gets the tub prepared when you tell her you rather have a shower. Tulsi: You sure? I can run a hot bath for you to relax your muscle spasms. Running your finger through her brown locks MC/ OC offers: You done so well for me. All I want is to help you wash up to give my thanks. Is that okay with you? Stars twinkle in each eye as you both are careful removing each other's clothes and folding them somewhere nearby to share a hot shower together. You've never felt so loved and cared for that you thank her by pecking her jawline as steam comes from her long fluffy ears and shower head. She makes sure to be extra gentle as she washes your scalp with a fruity fragrant shampoo to calm you down during the struggles of your period. Drying off each other to be back in your clothes you braid her hair and the same goes for you. Or pinned if you had short hair? Air dry? (I rather air dry and braid my frizzy hair).

Hugging in the bed you stare at her to tell her how beautiful she is. Choking on her spit she reciprocates to get different expressions from you as well. It turns into a competition when you shut her up with a slow kiss and rub her back. Releasing her puffy lips she bites down for a second to catch her breath then pouts that she was supposed to be taking care of you. Giggling you tell her she has done the best thing to do during your cycle. Which is to have her by your side every step of the way. Fingers interlaced you both take turns speaking sweet words only you guys hear from each other. And share kisses, maybe a possible stolen kiss here and there. Falling asleep tulsi decides to wrap you in blankets while holding you close to say under her breathe she was lucky to have you walk into her shop with her brother that faithful day. She soon falls asleep by your side with a smile plaster on her cute face.

Waking up you smell bacon in the air. Tulsi no longer in bed (always awake before you) she has cooked a yummy breakfast with bacon, fruit, and eggs to have the star sworn around the table with elowen and others sipping coffee or tea. Ayanna and florian chat while Scylla waves to you from her seat. Saaroos just pulls a chair out for you. Smiling you greet everyone and Tulsi a good morning as the sun rises and you stuff yourself. She watches you and sage bicker about waffles vs pancakes that leads the silly debate no where for gods no how long. Anisa is to busy trying to explain her cooking skills to elowen who simply rubs her head at the thought of someone burning water. Felix and rime both watch the chaos unfold to then start disputing about a toast spell gone wrong. Snickering to herself tulsi realizes that she is the utmost great fun to have you in her life. She knows you treat her like she is your everything but in reality you are her life. Believe her when she promises to any gods that you and her will never be apart as long as she can preserve the home you created for each other. 

#fictif #last legacy #female reader #period mention #elowen de bhaldraithe #last legacy saaros #tulsi ain #Scylla Anguis Mirun

[jsabfreshnewbeginningsau]

ay, what's up, mod Panic is back from the grave once again. and im doing something. possibly stupid.

i redesigned ALL my old jsab designs in my new style [or at least thought of the redesigns], and i wanted to use em somewhere, so i thought. why not here?

just know. if some of my old ocs are here, they won't have as important roles. i could never let go of cherry, the character that made my old blog a thing, to begin with, but i don't exactly want it to be as centered around ocs as it was when i first made the old blog. it was. sorta hard for me to keep up with, after a while. so yeah, ocs might be involved, but much less so.

Rules and stuff

~ no nsfw [dont simp for the circle bastard please]

~ make sure M!As are allowed before you try to make em happen. if you don't, sorry, it might be ignored

~ RPs are pretty much always allowed, but keep in mind that i do, in fact, have a life outside of tumblr, and may not always be up for it

~ restating this, keep in mind that i have a life outside of tumblr. please know it's not a huge deal if i don't respond to RPs or asks, right away. i probably just forgot about it and will respond when i get the chance

~ occasionally, i may not respond to an ask, at all. this could be for a number of reasons, but honestly, it'll most often be because i won't know how to answer it. if your ask gets completely ignored, just keep in mind, it isn't your fault, it's probably because my one braincell wasn't doing its job

~ don't be mean. there's a difference between constructive criticism, and just plain out telling me i suck. if you hate the characters i make or the way i write these characters, just. leave. like?? fr, if you don't like me, nothing is stopping you from blocking me lmao

alright, that's really all i could think of, see you doofuses on the flipside ~ mod Panic

[shslpunkartist99]

ok sorry this is off-topic but please I must know, what would happen if we were to introduce shadow pupper, or Poof as I shall call 'em, to main Summer? It's for important research purposes.

ALSO THOSE SKETCHES OF THE PUNKS LOOK AMAZING! Seriously it's almost hard to believe those are just sketches cuz they look so nice~!

I don't know if it's just me, but Oreo gives me sassy vibes. I dunno. I blame all of the times I've drawn all of my sassy OCs in that similar position there. I love how his hat is give the v-sign there! It's really cute! But as for Oreo himself, he looks really sassy to me and very cute and I would like to smooch him. Also wanna give his hat companion a high-five too if that's alright.

Pachinko I'd like to sit on his lap asjkaskj no wait I mean he looks so nice and kissable and punchable, and I just wanna kiss him and smack him and also sit on his lap I mean what

Also it took me too long to realize that his foot was NOT on a mini stool despite it clearly looking VERY much not like a stool sajksajkasjk

His lil companion buddy looks very cute too but omg Pachinko why you have your foot on them like that?? I hope he's at least a little nice to it. I know it'll likely be okay but it looks very cute and huggable and I'm weak to things like that so can't help but worry a little lol

Cherri honestly looks very precious to me and the same thing goes for her cat blob companion there. I just wanna give them a big hug as well as give Cherri a smooch

Keno- first thing I noticed with him immediately his expression and I had to stop for a moment to laugh. I don't know if it's just me here but you always seem to draw him with that sort of expression and it's just so funny.

But anyway, Keno also looks very nice too and ngl it's kinda setting off my simping side a lot here. I've always been a simp for the Punks (with a bit of bias toward Pachinko) but gosh you're making me simp even more for Keno there. At this rate, he and Pachinko will end up tied on that bias of mine lol. Like seriously, he just looks so nice and handsome and I wanna sit on his lap I MEAN give him a kiss and hug him

THEN THERE'S HIS LIL PUPPER COMPANION. I KNEW IT WOULD BE CUTE BUT GOSH NOW THAT I'VE SEEN IT IT'S MUCH MORE PRECIOUS THAN I EXPECTED. Honestly I love all of the companions here but I have to say I might be a little bias toward this lil guy. I just wanna pick it up and give it a gentle squeeze as well as lots of kisses then introduce it to my dogs and watch them all run around playing.

OH YEAH ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION BUT THE PUNKS' OUTFITS ALL LOOK REALLY NICE SO FAR. If any suggestions come to mind than I'll be sure to share them but overall I say their outfits are looking good so far! Tbh it's almost hard to believe you're even winging them cuz they look that good to me!

You'd have two overly energetic pups zooming all over the place. Summer can hide in Poof to ride around, then they can do the same in reverse. Summer will get tired out first tho, as Poof is constantly vibrating (I seriously wanna make a gif of it)

Also yeyyyeyeye I'm super happy you like em! I haven't drawn in a hot minute, so I was worried if my slacking would show. Good to know I still got the power to make yall simp lol

#now I just gotta work on my focus/energy #cuz I was only able to work on 1 pair a day before I got tired-- #Punk Squad #Symbol au

[insomniakisses]

HI! I've been very busy bc i just moved in w friends and moving's a bitch but i had free time again today and caught up w my favorite blogs (as one does) and i just HFJDJDHDHDH if it was physically possible for me to foam at the mouth i would've because

Damn

The alpha!twice reactions to 'too bug's practically had me biting my knuckles i love those girls so much.

Werewitch!Pen is a GODLY idea i just fjfjjdjdb yes.

I hadn't thought about Grimm in years but i loved that show! Only con was that I'm a big dragon fan and their dragons were. Meh.

The Katherine story... I love her so fucking much. Her confidence just. Does me in. And her caring so much and her being rough but w soft aftercare i just 🔥

A hybrid omega being bred by Bonnie bc she wants a tribrid baby... Fuuuuck. (Made me think of an arranged marriage type of thing bc both families are involved in a tribrid baby with Bennett blood and neither part is into it but seeing how hot the other is... it couldn't hurt to try)

And the cherry on top that made me literally bite my knuckles... Bear Josie 🐻

The trapping you under her and fucking her until you pass out (and wake up and she'd still be going)... 🥵 Also i just Know she'd have hairy arms and a happy trail and she'd be So Strong. Easy enough to manhandle you however she wants to... 😶‍🌫️

Welp! So how've you been?

- 🌀

Ah moving seems stressful tbh, im moving into uni halls in september than next year renting a place wi ma friends!

Twice r my babies honestly i love them sm

Jus like this cocky witch with wolf strength and deep growls. 😳

Its so good and bad at the same time 😂🤷🏻 i hadnt either and then a tiktok edit came to my fyp and i subsequently brought a £50 boxset and started simping over rosalee and adalind 😳🥺. Yeah the dragons sucked ass tbh.

Ah miss patrova is a cocky alpha but shes so ao loving ans the last thing she wants is you hurt

Jus the idea makes her hard and while u two argue alot it makes great angry sex and she jus breeds u until u give her a whole covern of tribrid babies

Bear josie holds my heart 🥺 imma make a fic like i did introducing shiva ryujin. Bc bear josie has a bad past too. Her last owners abandoned during her hibernation 😒

She jus has so much cum to give and ur gonna take it. Non stop shooting cum deep into u as she wakes up. YESSSS 😳 the happy trail and arm hair snsjsjsjs she so manhandles u

#🌀 anon

[reallycrispyfox]

You’re something right out of my dreams. Literally too perfect to be real but yet you sit in front of me and kiss my lips and your touch is so real. Our bond is so real. I am so enchanted by you my dear. From the day we first met I fell so hard for you. Every time you came up on my suggested friends feed I would look at your profile and have to stop myself from randomly adding you cause i was simping so hard. The more we talk, the more we interact the more and more I fall for you. The further into this warm ocean of comfort and happiness. I’ve never felt so at ease with anyone in my life. You’re eyes are so stunning they just make my heart skip beats and its like the first time falling for you all over again. All of your silly little voices, your handsome smile, your perfectly chistled body. You have a subuwu and a espresso machine. You dressing up is just the cherry on top. We have such similar views and i am so excited to learn more about you my dear and more about us. You have captured not only my heart but my soul too. I genuinely feel bound to you