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elvisalltheway101 · 2 months

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••••••••••it’s impossible•••••••••

summary: Reader just can’t sleep, she never can. Elvis walks in just in time to help shush you to dream land.

author’s note: HEHHEEHEHHE! I’m back hunniessss. So I wanted to get this out before all the nasty deeds come flying out of my drafts. And let me tell, they’re gonna be nasty. Anyway, this is inspired by ahem, ✨me✨ I don’t have diagnosed insomnia but I’m rlly thinking I’ve got it. Lmao I’m too broke to care, ain’t nobody got that government money 😭🤧.

author won’t shut her chapped lips: so I really hope you guys enjoy…hehe the fluff for now. It’s gon be hell’s butter on bread real soon 😭.

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You huff to yourself in frustration. Tears flood into your doll eyes, only making the dark room fuzzy and cloudy. You purse your lips and frown, having absolutely no idea why you’re not getting any sleep. You were so tired earlier today, throughout the longing day, and now wide awake in bed.

You cross your arms, giving up as your chest heaves up and down in irritation. Thoughts, stupid thoughts that have nothing to do with anything just continue to swarm and bug you.

Is this even normal? You scoff to yourself finally, rolling your eyes that makes the tears streak down your cheeks. You rub your sweaty palms to your eyes, adjusting to the darkness and squinting at the dark, navy blue clock across.

You read, 1:13 am, and you groan. Throwing yourself back into the fluffy, silky sheets, and jumbo pillows arch into your back. You truly don’t know what’s wrong with you. It’s impossible to sleep like this! It’s impossible.

The sound of the bedroom metal, cool shiny door handle being twisted and opened clears your thoughts for a second. You glance back and meet the warm glowing eyes of your darling love. A soft sigh leaves your pretty lips as you look away and trail your gaze into your lap.

“Darlin’? Why ya still up? You’re usually asleep by the time I come back from work.” A warm, honey-sweet southern accent stuffs the room, a pinch of concern is present.

You shrug and frown, furrowing your brows and sighing heavily. You slump, your pretty pastel pink nightie hugs you loosely as one of the straps falls off one shoulder. “I-i dunno…I’m tired but I can’t sleep.” You admit, tilting your pretty head up to look him back in the eyes.

There’s an understanding spark of blue in those pupils that meet your eyes, he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. Walking slowly over to the bed, the soft sounds of his footsteps thudding onto the red, thick carpet are the only things that busy the room.

“Oh…gotcha, hunny? Is something on your mind?” He whispers out softly, crawling slowly onto the big fluffy and soft mattress. You don’t bother to look up though, still so absorbed and worried in what’s going on with you. Hell, you don’t even know what’s on your mind.

Everything seems to fall and not matter when a large pair of big chubby arms embrace you into a warming hug. “Baby, c’mon, ‘s okay, ya don’t gotta answer. I jus’ wanna sleep wit’ my yittle baby, mhm?” He whispers ever so gently into your locks of hair, the sweet scent of your strawberry shampoo fill his nostrils. You only nod slowly in agreement, wrapping your arms around his big frame. He’s almost like a huge soft, brown teddy bear.

His arms engulfing you into a bear hug keep you to his prodding belly that bulges into your side, and that only adds to this intimate, loving moment. Slowly falling to your sides, he pulls you closer and lets one hand slip away to swiftly grab the thick, velvety red blanket. Pulling it up your chin, only ending it up to his shoulder but he’s already warm enough in love.

You feel your eyelids already starting to droop, suffocated in his delicious spicy, strong scenting cologne, with the feels of his tickling chest hair that peeks out from his shirt. You nuzzle your face into his chest, sighing softly in delight and satisfaction.

“It’s impossible, ta tell the sun to leave the sky it’s just impossible.”

You hear the soft tone of his words, so light and an airy fluff. The scent of cherry coke and the faint scent of smokes from cigars lingers in his hot breath and warms above you, and you can feel his chest rise slightly as he takes in another breath to continue.

“It's impossible to ask a baby not to cry It's just impossible.”

He laughs out softly into your curly, puffy locks, gently shoving his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling the sweet, pretty scent of that new cherry strawberry perfume. “Can I hold you closer to me. And not feel you going through me? But the second that I never think of you Oh, how impossible”

He whispers out warmly against your skin, and your eyes close for bedtime. Your long lashes fluttering like a butterfly’s wings, as his voice continues to soothe you.

“Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore? It's just impossible”

He shakes his head to himself, and you feel a soft peck of his plump, hot lips press to your collarbone. His nose pokes against the silver necklace he had customized just for you, shimmers with its glittering font that reads: Your love. “If I had you, could I ever ask for more? It's just impossible”

He smiles and nods slowly, his heart fluttering at the memory of you and him buying it from the shop. When he draws in a long, wandering breath, he adjusts his arms on your body tighter and full of passion. “And tomorrow should you ask me for the world Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul And not regret it, for to live without your love Is just impossible”

He finally ends, ending with a hushed warm whisper. Finally pulling his face out of the warmth of your neck, he cups your doll jawline and scans so lightly of your calmed facial expression. You look so peaceful and restful as your eyes shut and you’re finally asleep. Leaning down to press a loving kiss to your smooth cheek, then holding, cradling you to his shoulder with a happy sigh. Shaking his head to himself and resting his own chin onto the peak of your itty bitty little pretty head,

“It’s impossible.”

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I hope you enjoyed! It’s been a while so…my apologies if it’s not as detailed as before. Anyways, love you lovesss

tagging my hunny dolls: @bigdaddyelvislover @jhoneybees

#Spotify #elvispresley #big daddy elvis #elvis #elvis x reader fluff #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #elvis fanfiction #elvis fluff

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banggyu0308 · 11 months

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hey author!!! i love your works so much they’re all so good and i love the beomgyu one omg i think i’ve read it a few times now hehe 🤭 but anyways here’s my request!!

i was thinking beomgyu asking the reader to hang out with him because he’s utterly in love with them and wants to try and confess but they spend the whole day with another member (i don’t mind which!) so he gets really jealous and hides himself away because he’s really clingy and when the reader finds him sulking and asks him why he just spills that he loves them but felt insecure after today because he thought the member would be a better match so the reader shows him how much he means to them ifywim 😏😏 but i live for whimpery sub gyu who wants nothing more to be called the readers good boy i feel like gyu would have a huge praise kink 🤭

anyways hope you have an amazing day and if that wasn’t detailed enough do ask for more!! and stay healthy!! 🫶🫶🫶

i am so so so so so sorry this took almost two months i was gonna make it a whole fic but then i got so writer's blocked and im really sorry 😭❤️

warnings: idol gyu, jealous sulky gyu, praise, unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, crying (not related to sex), yeah i made the other member yeonjun just for fun, sub gyu but he's on top, reader calls him 'gyu' and 'good boy', virgin beomgyu, mommy kink, very slight pussy eating

beomgyu who texts you so sweetly, asking if you maybe wanna hang out today, he's off of work and the first thing he thought of doing was spending time with you 🥺 a smile on your lips as you type out a response and he's at your house in 10 minutes, hugging you tight when you open the door :(( a wide grin on his face the whole ride to the dorm, asking what you want to do, a movie maybe? that'd be fun, you can cuddle and he can play with your hair and see if he can get away with a small kiss on your forehead... but of course he doesn't tell you any of this. tugging you by your hand into the dorm once you arrive, stopped in his tracks by yeonjun :(( a slight pout on his lips when his hyung gives you a hug and you giggle, and before beomgyu knows it you're off in the living room talking with yeonjun, laughing at something he says, and the bright look of enjoyment on your face makes him want to cry. of course you'd rather hang out with yeonjun... can't compare with his hyung in any way, but it's fine, maybe the three of you can watch a movie together?

beomgyu sitting awkwardly on the couch as you and yeonjun talk, his eyes on his lap, he almost wishes you'd make a move to acknowledge him :(( too sucked in to talking with yeonjun, and when you don't even notice him getting up to leave, beomgyu starts thinking that maybe that's fine... yeonjun's probably better for you anyways

sulking in his room and internally hoping you'll come and find him, tears pricking his eyes and he hides under his blanket when he realizes that's not the case, he's still there 30 minutes later when yeonjun announces he's leaving and you realize beomgyu's disappeared... wandering around the dorm to find him and checking his room... there's a beomgyu-shaped lump curled up under the blanket and you sit on the edge of the bed, voice soft as you say gyu? are you okay?

he doesn't respond but a part of the lump wiggles a bit, and you assume it's his head and he's shaking it. why not? you rub at his back lightly and he flinches, making you draw back your hand. gyu, please, tell me?

he pokes his head out of the blanket and you notice his cheeks are red, his hair messy, and there are dried tear tracks on his face. just wanted to hang out with you, love you so much, not like a friend at all but yeonjun-hyung would be so much better for you than me he admits, tears filling his eyes and streaking down his cheeks again.

your eyes widen in surprise, and your lips form a small o. gyu... i don't like yeonjun like that. at all.

but you were so good together... even laughed at all his jokes he mumbles, hiding his face again.

by this point you're so sick and tired of his moping, and you have no idea how to say what you want, so you simply lay down next to him in his bed, face across from his, place a hand on his cheek, and lean forward to brush his lips with yours. you can feel his whole body tense against you and under your other hand, his heartbeat speeds up so fast you almost giggle, using your hand on his cheek to pull him closer.

only love you like that, gyu, i promise you exhale, pressing more kisses to his lips and cheek before drawing them down his neck, biting a hickey onto the soft skin there... he doesn't even know how many times you two'd be having a conversation and your gaze would just drop to his neck, something so tempting about it. you press a kiss to his adam's apple before licking up it slowly, sucking a mark directly on it, tongue on his perfect smooth skin, and he lets out a whimper so shocking it makes you gasp before running a hand up and down the expanse of his waist... he's wearing a fitted tank top today and he looked so fuckable in it, dipping so low to expose his collarbones, your lips focusing on them instead.

your hand slips under his waistband to palm him gently. his tip is leaking precum onto his boxers, and there's already a wet splotch there when you tug down his pants, sliding your hand up and down his length once, taking him in your mouth after whispering gonna show you that, alright? show you you're the only one i want

he giggles just a little, humming the tune of blue hour before letting out a small hiss, your tongue dipping over his tip and he's already twitching in your mouth, an embarrassed flush creeping up his neck, he can't help it, you make him feel so good :((

but you stop just before he cums, tutting, saying only gonna cum once you're inside me, alright? and he nods in agreement, his eyes wide, and he half thinks you're going to ride him, but you suddenly lay on your back, tugging off your pants and spreading your legs wide for him to see... and beomgyu can hardly breathe, cunt looking so delicious, he can't help settling between your legs with a long lap at your clit before pressing his tip to your entrance, he knows what to do even if he hasn't done it before. pushing in just a little, looking at you for approval before sinking in a little more, gummy walls around his dick making his arms shake, can barely hold himself up :(( losing himself just a little when you clamp down around him, his hips twitching forwards on their own. your lips are parted silently, head leaned back in pleasure, but you gather yourself to gently rock your hips towards his, encouraging him to start thrusting in and out and a slow pace that grows more desperate when he catches your lips with his, mumbling against you am i making you feel good?

you nod, gasping shakily when he presses up against that perfect spot, eyes squeezing shut so, so good, you're doing so good, my good boy, aren't you?

his whole body shakes at the praise, little whimpers leaving his lips as he struggles to keep his pace steady, an incoherent sentence slipping out of his mouth, and you ask him to repeat himself... say it again, please n/n, say again?

and you giggle, threading your fingers through his hair mommy's good boy, aren't you, gyu?

his whimpers turn to gasps and his movements are erratic now, no pace set, just his hips hitting yours repeatedly, and a whine of mommy, mommy, 'm gonna cum, please? makes you jolt back from getting lost in your pleasure. you nod, and he pulls out to cum on your thighs, his eyes going so wide at the sight

he licks up his cum before nudging your clit with his nose, tongue lapping at your cunt until he has you shaking under him, which honestly doesn't take long... his tongue is inexperienced but he knows how to use it, dragging his tongue along your slit to capture all your arousal once you cum under him <3

once you recover, the both of you let out simultaneous giggles, and you pull him close to you, resting your head on his shoulder... he's the little spoon tonight 🤭 whispering in his ear that it's always been him for you, there's no other option in your mind, and look, he's all yours now <3

#ada answers 💌#adas hard hours #adas anons <3 #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #tomorrow x together hard thoughts #tomorrow x together hard hours #tomorrow x together smut #sub beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts

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fulgurbugs · 7 days

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share with us some of your silly headcanons :)

hehe i got two asks about headcanons so im gonna make yours an OT1 post and the other one an OT2 post….

Ok for OT1 here’s a random list of

Alfyn is genuinely a very good artist, he’s spent a lot of time practicing (at first just trying to emulate drawings of medicinal plants working on his ability to understand and identity them) but it ended up just becoming a hobby of his, and he’s pretty good at drawing from life, he can just sit somewhere and draw the scene in front of him or a pretty accurate portrait. this contrasts with his completely illegible handwriting. (tressa specifically finds this baffling as a neat handwriting haver and a…. decent-ish artist. she mostly just likes to doodle. she’s like how can you draw that good and write that bad. tressa they’re different brain areas alright. they don’t translate to each other)

ok. nonbinary tressa. is so real to me. i feel like she’s nonbinary in the way where she doesn’t care about the way she’s gendered, like whatever cis passing she just doesn’t give a fuck, but inwardly she’s like. gender i hardly know her. doesn’t give a fuck kind of thing (ME PROJECTING ALERT) but as she gets older she starts to just have a tendency towards more masculine ways of dressing, keeping her hair shorter, etc. light androgyny. it kind of isn’t at the forefront of her mind tho.

Therion has like, a select few party-trickish skills that he basically never pulls out because they’re objectively useless in a fight or his work or whatever. and you know. he hasn’t really had the opportunity (or outward desire) to like. ever pull out the fact he can juggle or “is this your card” some shit. this is part of the two wolves inside therion (the nobody look at me wolf) vs (the show-off wolf) so even he’s like i don’t even know why the hell i bothered to learn to do this kind of crap. (it’s because he’s got a theatrical streak.)

ok and also i was also thinking abt this a while back from the worst poker game post, but here’s a ranking of how good i think everyone is

1. Therion (cheats, but even when he doesn’t he’s really good)

2. Olberic (experienced player)

3. H’aanit (really good poker face)

4. Ophilia (often underestimated opponent, and she knows it and uses this to her advantage.)

5. Primrose (good but not great)

6. Cyrus (understands all the strategies, but cannot execute and often isn’t able to read his opponents as well)

7. Alfyn (he’s better at reading other people, but unfortunately is basically incapable of looking neutral himself)

8. Tressa (though she, like cyrus, understands the game and what she should be doing, she lacks the experience to be deceptive, is easy to cheat against, etc. but give her some time and eventually she’ll figure it out and rise in the ranks. she can be molded into a champion eventually and win all the money. just not yet.

Here a bonus doodle for this one

#octopath #me and my bestie r constantly making like.#random ass category then rank the travelers lists. so much fun i love doing that

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gritsandbrits · 3 months

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Okay some redesign notes his design isn't awful but definitely needs work.

Change the hat to a standard crown. It already looks like an apple and the rims can be serpent shaped.

BEEF HIM UP.

Or give him a dad bod!

Also give the cane gold accents

Dark blue or sunrise colored wings that contains stars (think of Teela's sorceress design from the cgi he man). He is called MORNINGSTAR for a reason.

Make his hair a deeper shade of blond so it wont blend in with his skin (or give him a deeper skin tone)

Traditionally depicted with red hair but personally I'd stick to blond or a soft orange pink. Like the dawn. ✨MORNINGSTAR✨

Also wrinkles so he looks older and experienced instead of looking like Charlie's twin

His canon outfit is fine it just needs more gold & other accent colors. Preferably blue for holy or green for wealth/envy.

Eyes can be blue or purple for angelic roots

Imma take a page from another Jeremy Jordan character - BLUE HAIR STREAK

Again, adding more blue/purple balances with red and hints to his angelic roots

he wears a mechanic outfit in his down time because he is an active schemer - an inventor if you will - also bc i love a man in goggles

Demon form is a European style dragon for serpent symbolism. Feathered wings you know like how some species of dinos had feathers.

Now for writing. I honestly dont mind him being the goofy ash dad but GIVE HIM EDGE TOO. He talks more elegantly and archaic, everyone can't be sounding like a late 2000s anime forum edgelord. Make him a diabolical mastermind who sees charlie as a disappointment at first then he realizes he isn't treating her better especially when the angels & Adam start messing with her. Stick with him being the villain in adam and eve's story; he isn't let off easy.

He drove Lilith away with his selfish pursuit of Knowledge. He hopes he can win her back but she still dislikes him, she only hears him out for Charlie's sake.

I'm split on the Adam dynamic; on one hand it makes sense considering Luci ruined his life. But I also think Archangel Michael is a worthy opponent because technically have the same ranking, and Michael is the often the one who banishes Lucifer from heaven in the first rebellion. So Luci has a complex dynamic where in a show about grey morality, Michael is justified in cutting him off and NOT demonized for doing so. Hehe. But also with Luci gradually losing family and love he realize he took it too far and tries to be supportive or at least not actively threaten people.

Inaccuracy aside, I don't even really mind that he's a separate entity from Satan. Just make Lucifer a bad boy, a truly bad boy. Make him edgy. Make him elegantly evil. Make him goofy. Just give him depth.

#redesign #hazbin redesign #lucifer #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical #hazbin critique #hazbin selfship #YES i guess i kinda ship wit him and definitely not because im a jeremy/musical fan

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spctrsgf · 2 years

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speechless

(part two to Irrevocably)

summary: Din realizes he loves you <3, and now you figure that out.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: language, the reader has at least shoulder length hair, Din being a nervous lil cinnamon roll cus we all know he would if he liked someone

a/n: hehe i am so so sorry for not answering but here is part two for those who asked!

You grumbled, shifting more into the soft blanket as you shivered. You don’t remember the planet you were on being this cold, and it was really making it hard to sleep at the moment. You frowned and shifted slightly, sighing when you felt the leather seat beneath you.

You simmered in the moment with your eyes closed a bit longer, not ready to leap back into reality just yet. Reality meant no Din and facing all your feelings that surrounded him, and reality meant another grueling day finishing up the Crest, none of which you were ready for. You were content on being cold a bit longer, curling even further into the blanket.

You processed the information soon after, peeling your eyes open to peer down at you body. A navy blanket hung from your shoulders, balled into your fists and barely reaching your calves. You released the fabric so that it cascaded down over your legs fully, and sighed into the warmth.

Your gaze rose to the frosted windows of the cockpit. The abundance of light reached your sight, and you realized you were in hyperspace. You watched the space fly by, enraptured. You didn’t think you’d ever get over the way the stars blended into streaks when hitting light speed or the sereneness of the dark matter that surrounded specks of burning light.

“Well, that explains the temperature.” You mumbled a few seconds after you had the thought, now letting your head fall back onto the leather seat.

Your brain felt drowsy, but it soon connected two and two. “Din.” The word was out of your mouth before you realized it, barely above a whispered prayer. You were prompted to scramble out of your seat and the cockpit, not even registering the occupied driver seat. You wandered through the hull, only finding the Kid sleeping soundly in his hammock.

“Din?” You called carefully into the silence again, careful not to startle him if he were to be sleeping or in a awkward place. You went to go open the hatch when you realized you were in space and that would eject you into the airless abyss. You carefully inched yourself away from the deadly red button.

He had to be here somewhere. Either that, or someone else launched the ship. Could you have done that while you were asleep? You weren’t sure, but you were seriously considering it as you clambered back up the ladder. You wandered back into your seat, blanket pulled over yourself again.

Your head tilted to Din’s empty seat in the cockpit, allowing yourself to conjure up an idea of him, sitting long and tall in it. You figured he’d sit with his legs crossed, silently observing the world around him with an articulate eye. It was so real, you were proud of your drowsy brain for conjuring such an image.

You peeled your eyes away, deciding to try and turn the ship around to go back and get Din. You were halfway through sitting down when you realized there was someone in the seat. You nearly screamed, but stopped yourself when you met the glint of your Mandalorian’s beskar encasing his thigh.

So he was on the ship after all. You felt like a ton of weight had been lifted off your shoulders: he was here. You stood up straight again and pulled your hands from where they hovered over the controls, venturing back to your seat. You tried to close your eyes and get some more shut eye, but you just couldn’t keep them closed.

He was here.

He was right there, barely three feet away. It’d been four days. You were so done with him being gone, you missed him too much to keep your eyes closed for any sort of rest. Whenever you closed them, thoughts of the beskar, his perfect stances, and his voice hit you like a laser to the gut. He was worth the insomnia. He was worth all the emotions you felt in his absence. Your eyes opened and you let yourself trail your eyes up from the tips of his chaffed, dirty work boots to the curve of his jaw.

His… unmasked jaw?

Your hands flew to cover your eyes, letting out a sharp, high pitched squeal. You heard Din shake himself awake, pulling out his blaster to meet your face. Your hands flew again, this time coming to either side of your head in fear. “It’s me!,” You squeaked, eyes casted downwards. “It’s just me!” Din sighed in relief, dropping his hand. “Thank the Maker it’s just you.” His voice sounded different unfiltered, it was like honey. Addicting.

“Din? Your helmet?” Your eyes were still glued to his chestplate.

“Ah.” He made no move to grab his helmet, just flexed his hands.

You frowned. “Um? Whats going on? Do you want me to leave?”

His head shook violently in the corner of your eye. “No, no! I just- um-“

Your breath caught when the realization hit you. “Do you want me to… to-“

“Well, thats the thing,” he rung his gloved hands, the nervousness radiated off of him in clear yet surprising waves. “I kind of can’t say yes? You’re kind of stuck with me for life if you decide to look, and if you dont want to I’ll have to go bathe in the waters on Mandalore? So technically its your choice so I really cant say and I want you to choose-“

Your head had never shot up so fast.

“Ow!” You cried, rubbing the back of your neck. Din staggered forward in worry, turning you so he could check for any type of external damage. “Din,” you laughed, slightly embarrassed. “I’m fine.”

He huffed, rubbing your skin. “I’m just checking.”

“Relax, worry wart. I moved too fast, that’s all.”

“Eager, are we now?” He let out a puff of air that tickled your neck.

You smiled at the return of his confident swagger. “Cocky, are we now?”

He rolled his eyes and stepped back from you again.

You turned almost sloth-like, a wicked grin on your face as you teased him. His fingers were twisted together again in anticipation, creasing the leather of his gloves. Your eyes leveled with his own, letting you drink in the rich chocolate brown that they were. You shivered involuntarily at the intensity of being able to stare at his eyes, the notion being just a dream before. His eyes were slightly glassy but they softened as he took your unfiltered eyes, a new experience for him as well. His raw gaze felt as if it was going to swallow you whole and you swore you would never get tired of it.

You tore your gaze away from his mesmerizing eyes to fall onto his nose, crafted by the Maker above, you were sure. His cheekbones were soon explored by your soft gaze, followed by the strong curve of his jawline. You admired two day old beard and mustache, instantly falling in love with the few patchy bits. You finally met his hair, a floppy mess of rich, dark brown curls that had scattered from his quick escape from sleep.

By the time you met his gaze again, a goofy sort of grin had been permanently embroidered on your face and you felt like Din was the only light in this dark, dark universe. You held his eyes with your own, your normal squeamishness with eye contact fading quickly. How could you possibly look away from him now that you could see him fully, absorb him in his truest form? How could you look away when he let you in after so many years of shutting everyone out?

His own lips lifted into a grin as he took in yours, his shoulders slumping in relief. You realized then that you had probably left him on a ledge of anticipation, so you tried to compile a sentence. Even the simple task of thinking was hard under his smile, that stupid perfect smile. “I- wow.” You managed out, the best you could do. He laughed, the sound bubbling out of him generously. You imprinted the sound on the back of your brain, vowing to never forget it. “That amazing, huh?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, that amazing.”

He fidgeted with his vambrace. “Well, I’m glad I wasn’t a total disappointment.”

“Hey,” you stepped closer, nearly six inches away. “Whats that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing, its- nothing.” He shook his head and relit his smile.

You frowned, but chose to let the subject go. Sort of. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I think you look absolutely stunning. You saw me: I could barely get three words out.”

He nodded. “Only time I’ve ever seen you speechless, I think.”

You smiled fondly, resting a hand on his chest plate as if you could feel the strong heart beating beneath it. “I have a feeling it’ll be a regular thing, tin can, so get used to it.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at the nickname, but played along. “Yeah, well I guess I’ll have to fill the silence you leave then, sweet girl.”

And that would bring the ‘speechless’ count up to two, Din noted.

#i love din djarin so much #my lil cinnamon roll #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

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ennaku-sirri-da · 2 months

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Habismal In Different Colors

Plaintext: Habismal In Different Colors

[ ID: Fanart of Dr.Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game in different color palletes. These versions are from my AU Roseverse.

The changes in the artists interpretation of the deisgns are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. His hair is has streaks of older age in it. Habit has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles, stitches and scars on hands plus an X shaped one near his mouth. He has on lipstick. His long coat has a bush-like collar with feathery parts holding flowers.

To the top left, the first doodle is them locking lips in a sweet kiss, Kamals face towards Habits as Kamal puts his hands on Habits shoulders. Both their eyes close in bliss. The color pallete used is pink, rose, peach and salmon pink. The brush is thickly chalky. This pallete is written out over the doodle in loopy handwriting as " Bimbosophy".

To the bottom of it, is a doodle of Kamal stands and leans down, burying his nose in Habits bountious hair happily, running his hands through. Habit looks up and smiles cutely, his hands held below his chin. He is settled on the ground. The color pallete used is a pale sandy color, desaturated red, light grey, washed out oranges and a dark brown. The brush is textured with little thick lines all over the drawing, so that it almost looks like a blankets texture. This pallete is written out in fancy handwriting as " Lily Eater" with a heart on the I.

To the right, is a doodle of Habit dipping Kamal, grinning at him wildly while Kamal looks entranced in the gesture, smiling slightly with eyes going wide. Kamals shirt is going open. The color pallete used is very bright. It is bright pink, neon blue, a slightly more sky blue, bright lime, neon yellow. The brush used is painterly. There is a red and blue glitch effect making the coloring of the doodle look smudged. This pallete is written out in sharp letters as " Dream Toxic".

Finally on the top is a very simple doodle of Rose and Buddy, my sona-esque OC and my friends OC. Rose is a little dark-haired, glasses-wearing plant nymph based on a rose. He is a kid. Buddy is an anthromorphic cat person with long poofy hair. She is an adult. Rose sits down and weeps a single tear over " Why is drawing them kissing SO HARD". Buddy replies that " What matters is that you have fun, bro"

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Used pallettes from @color-palettes !!!! I had a blast making these!!! They look soooo good and beautiful, the colors

I also used different brushes :) ( smiley emote)

My friend said the bottom brown one reminded them of a grandma's blanket <3( cute smiley emote)

Also bringing back Habits very first Roseverse design, I'm OK with using it again..Kamal has been mostly brought back too.

I tried to just cut loose and draw with this...I half-suceeded!! Sometimes, I need to be less uptight about how I draw and just....have fun!!! I looked back through older drawings I'd been thinking "well it's nothing great" of in the past, but now when I look at them after a while, they look talented and elaborate, really unique to me, hehe. Art is truly magic.

#colourpod #my art #habismal #dr habit #kamal bora #eyestrain tw #color palletes #fanart #s4m #smile for me game #roseverse au

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cqthqrtic · 2 years

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky NSFW Headcannons.

a/n: minors and ageless blogs, DNI. this is just my personal interpretation of how i think the bedroom life with Fyodor is. requested anonymously.

warnings: impact play (spanking), degradation, boot worship, biting kink, oral, sadism, mild bdsm, edging, control kink, body worship.

🪐 Sex isn’t a regular occurrence with this man. He’s got things to do, people to kill, valuable items to steal.

🪐 So when sex does happen, it’s dragged out and keeps you satisfied until next time, whenever that may be.

🪐 Fyodor likes to take his time with foreplay, playing with your body and mind until your head is spinning from the stimulation.

🪐 Big big big fan of blowjobs. Prefers to receive oral than give it. Suck him off after a long day of scheming and he’s in heaven.

🪐 Fyodor does eat pussy, don’t get me wrong but it’s only if he’s really into you. He’s very precise and clean when giving oral, taking his time to trace the tip of his tongue around your folds and clit before diving in.

🪐 He likes to bite in bed, specifically your fingers, collarbones, and shoulders. He (mostly) won’t bite hard enough to bleed but he likes to make you gasp and whine. He also likes the subtle bruising it leaves hehe.

🪐 His favorite positions are cowgirl and missionary. He’s a simple man, he doesn’t like to make sex too complicated.

🪐 Because he’s pretty simple in bed, he doesn’t own that many toys or have that many complicated kinks that take a lot of time to prepare.

🪐 Although there is one exception: his riding crop.

🪐 He likes to swat the backs of your thighs and knees, the soles of your feet, your knuckles, and your ass cheeks.

🪐 He loves the marks it leaves on your knuckles especially, always kisses them the next day.

🪐 Don’t worry, he’ll definitely rub some ointment on your body afterwards <3 He’s callous but he takes care of you.

🪐 Fyodor definitely has a sadistic streak and while it mostly manifests in wanting to torment you psychologically by teasing you and bullying you in bed, he also enjoys watching you tear up a bit from being spanked or pulling your hair.

🪐 He also likes using his fingers to gag you and make you choke. So so so mean when he has his fingers in your mouth >://.

🪐 He has a thing for having control over you in bed. While he’s not really into things that are too complicated like shibari (takes too much work and time to do), he likes having mental control over you. He likes knowing that you’d roll over for him like a dog at the drop of a hat.

🪐 Fyodor loves edging you, he’d do it for hours if he had the time and energy.

🪐 He thinks it’s just so cute how you whine and beg for him to make you cum, to fuck you properly until your thighs tremble.

🪐 As mentioned before, he has a thing for bullying you. He likes to get really mean.

🪐 Fyodor won’t call you a slut or a bad girl, but he will glare down at you with a bored expression and call you a useless brain dead mutt. Miiight use mild insecurities against you.

🪐 Not ones concerning your appearance, mostly things with intelligence or personality or competence.

🪐 He’s even condescending when praising you! He’ll mockingly tell you how good you’re doing while he fucks you with your knees pressed to your chest.

🪐 Fyodor has a thing for being worshipped. He likes to be babied almost.

🪐 Take your time kissing his chest, carding your fingers through his hair, kissing his wrist while staring into his eyes. It’ll make his cock twitch.

🪐 Another kink he has is boot worship; he thinks it’s hot when you hump his boot and he likes making you kiss them or lick them clean. He’ll occasionally step on you as well. It’s not necessarily the boot part itself that’s hot to him but the fact that you’d be willing to do something so pathetic to please him.

🪐 He uses a special pair of boots that he regularly cleans and disinfects so that you don’t get sick.

🪐 Fyodor is okay with aftercare. He doesn’t have much energy so it’s not like he’ll whip out an entire meal and spoon feed you in bed but he’ll take a shower with you and help clean you up. He expects you to care for him too.

🪐 He doesn’t get much sleep so he probably won’t fall asleep right away.

🪐 He likes his personal space so he won’t cuddle you for super long.

🪐 Fyodor really likes when you make him a drink or a snack during aftercare. He won’t show it, but he appreciates it a lot. I see him as the type of person who’s favorite love language is acts of service.

🪐 If you’re like him and can’t sleep, he may indulge you and read to you while the both of you are snuggled up under the covers.

🪐 Overall sex with Fyodor is intense and satisfying without too much complications to it. He's there for a good time and to bond with you. So indulge him as much as you want when you get the chance <3

#headcannons #fyodor🪐#requested #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd smut #fyodor x reader #fyodor smut #fyodor dostoyevsky smut #bsd imagines #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd

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missproducergirl · 10 months

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Summer’s Covenant Date [CN Translation]

word count: 3,103

requested by: @sj224

notes: This translation was done with Google Translate. 9 time out of 10 it spews none sense so I had to take my best guess on a lot. Take everything with a grain of salt!! Special thanks to the best person in the world, @hopelesstotstan for proofreading!

[Part 1]

MC: Uh… So sleepy…

I opened my eyes with difficulty and used the person next to me to straighten up with one hand.

Even when I was on vacation with Victor, the long flight still made me unconsciously fall into a deep sleep.

Victor: Finally got enough sleep?

MC: Hehe, it’s so comfortable to sleep next to you… now what time is it?

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the laptop on Victor’s lap, wanting to glance at the time.

There seemed to be a file full of pictures and text on the screen. But before I could see it clearly, Victor closed the computer and reached out to open the window shutters.

Victor: See for yourself.

MC: What… Wow!

A bright golden streak of sunlight at the end of the cloud breaks into sight, and the quiet sunrise is extremely beautiful.

I woke up completely, picked up my phone to take pictures, and glanced at Victor.

MC: Speaking of which, why did you suddenly take me out on vacation?

MC: Could it be my reward for doing well recently?

Victor: Wasn’t someone talking about the end of summer?

Victor: Just this time, I’ll give you a chance to do it all over again.

I blinked and recalled the “encounter” when I said this sentence before—

While going out on location to film under the hot sun, three colleagues suffered from heatstroke one after another. Two colleagues fell ill at the same time, and a machine fell out of order.

Almost all of the late summer was devoted to work, and it was not until the breath of autumn turned the leaves gold that this busy time finally came to an end.

The leisurely activities and travel plans originally written in the summer plan were all wasted.

One day when I came home disheartened, I saw Victor packing a suitcase that I hadn’t packed for a while and suddenly felt wronged.

I couldn’t help shouting “I don’t like summer anymore”, and just stood there crying…

Now thinking of Victor’s surprised gaze at that time, I scratched my cheek in embarrassment.

MC: All those angry words… how do you remember…

Victor: After all, some people kept whining until winter, and it’s hard not to remember.

Victor: What’s more, with such a clear and feasible demand, there is no reason not to make it come true.

As if sensing my embarrassment, Victor raised his hand and rubbed my hair. I couldn’t help raising my smiling face, pretending to hold his hand solemnly.

MC: CEO Victor!

MC: Don’t worry, I will try my best to cover all the unhappiness from before!

[Part 2]

Sunglasses, skirts, fresh fragrance—

I took one last look in the mirror and patted my cheek with satisfaction.

Enjoying summer, of course, starts with dressing up beautifully. It would be even better if you can also fascinate the calm Mr. Li!

I adjusted my expression, opened the door of my room, and prepared to make my debut.

MC: Victor, I—

Victor: Ready?

The voice that sounded at the same time made me stunned for a moment, and before I had the time to feel sorry for my failed appearance, my attention was attracted by the person next to the sofa.

Victor seemed to have been waiting for a while, the computer at hand was still on, and he closed the screen when he saw me come out.

He rarely wore a fancy resort-style shirt, perhaps because he was used to his usual minimalist style. The colorful patterns looked particularly bright on him.

Although it has been a long time, I still recognized at a glance that it was the shirt I bought him.

I still remember his slightly helpless expression when he first received it, but I didn’t expect that I would really see the day he puts it on!

I hopped to his side, pulled his arm, and looked at him left and right.

MC: This shirt suits you very well!

Victor: I can’t think of another person with this peculiar taste.

MC: Isn’t that because there are people who can pull off these kinds of “outlandish clothes”~

MC: I haven’t seen you wearing it, I thought you didn’t like it.

Victor: I just didn’t find a chance to wear it.

I met his calm gaze and couldn’t help raising my eyebrows at him.

MC: I understand! What Mr. Li means is that we should go to the beach a few more times in the future!

MC: You can rest assured that I am here to ensure that your floral shirts can maximize their value.

Victor: Idiot. Is that the point?

Victor: Let’s have enough sun this time before talking about the future, so as not to leave any regrets.

MC: Mr. Li is right. It shouldn’t be too late, let’s go out now!

I took his arm and was about to go out, but Victor hesitated for a moment, turned around, and took a big backpack.

I watched him put the computer in, and then he took the items from my hand.

Victor: Put your things in here first. Some people will definitely lose them after running around.

MC: Some people don’t forget to complain about others even if they are kind enough to help…

I muttered while helping him organize his backpack, and took a second look at the computer that was inseparable from him.

MC: Victor, do you still have unfinished work?

Victor: Still a little bit. It will be taken care of soon.

It has been a long time since we got off the plane. Judging from his usual efficiency, this must be a lot of work.

Could it be that he decided to accompany me on vacation temporarily before work can be scheduled?

A trace of guilt rose from the bottom of my heart. I hugged him lightly and glanced at the clock beside me.

MC: Don’t worry. Work is important.

MC: It’s still early. How about I go around by myself first, and you can finish your work at ease and then meet up? How does that sound?

Victor hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Victor: Okay. Don’t go too far, and keep in touch.

MC: No problem!

[Part 3]

I thought Victor would stay in the room to deal with work, but I didn’t expect him to come to the beach with me.

I was collecting shells by the sea, and he continued to work in a hammock not far from the shore.

[Flashback]

MC: Are you going to work here?

Victor: What is the problem?

MC: It doesn’t suit your style to work in such a noisy place.

MC: Could it be…

I paused on purpose, leaned closer to him, and blinked.

MC: Am I so good-looking today that someone can’t take their eyes off me?

Faced with my teasing, Victor just smiled lightly without averting his gaze.

Victor: I’m just afraid that some dummy will get lost and I will have to find someone else.

[Flashback ends]

Recalling the conversation just now, I puffed up my mouth somewhat unconvinced.

There is just a coastline here, where can I get lost?

I turned my head, and I could see the slightly fancy shirt under the tree from a distance.

The person leaning on the hammock didn’t seem to notice me, so I took the opportunity to make a face, only to meet Victor’s gaze in the next second.

MC: !

Victor: ?

Even from a distance, being stared at by him like this made me a little guilty, and I hurriedly gestured to him and mouthed a sentence.

MC: “Concentrate!”

I don’t know if he understood it, but I saw him faintly smile and then turned his eyes back to the computer.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue my walk when suddenly a group of boys who looked like middle school students ran past me.

They wore uniform jerseys with the words “Youth Training” printed on the back. The leading boy proficiently took the soccer ball under his feet and called out to his friends behind him.

Boy: Come on! There’s no one here!

They ran towards a nearby net, appearing to be playing beach soccer.

Seeing that this place is going to become more lively, working in this environment will be difficult for even Victor, right?

MC: I’ll ask him if he wants to change places.

I put away the shells I picked up along the way, and quietly approached Victor, bypassing the children playing soccer.

However, when I saw the familiar figure clearly, I soon realized that my worry was unnecessary.

Victor was half leaning in the hammock, wearing earphones, as if he was talking to someone.

Not knowing if he encountered a difficult problem, he scratched his hair unconsciously, revealing a trace of entanglement in his serious expression.

Victor: Is there anything else I need to do that day?

Victor: …Okay, let’s adjust it like this.

A low voice faintly floated into my ears. The sea breeze was blowing gently, and the sun fell on him through the shade of the trees, but it didn’t disturb him at all.

Although it was inappropriate, my eyes were still firmly attracted by the person in front of me.

His fluffy hair brushed against his fingers, and the light shirt hugged his waist tightly with the sea breeze.

I unconsciously slowed down, wanting to peek a little longer.

I’ve seen him at work a lot, but it doesn’t seem to be common to see him on vacation.

With the noise around, he leaned on a soft and comfortable hammock, and still stared at the computer so intently…

I couldn’t help but speculate about what kind of work and what kind of clients would be able to disturb Mr. Li who was on vacation.

??: Hey—watch out!

Before I could think about it, there was a call from behind, and I suddenly felt something lightly hit my ankle.

I looked down and there was a soccer ball at my feet. I looked over to the school boys and they were waving at me to kick the ball back.

MC: It’s a little far away…

I was a little embarrassed looking at the shoes on my feet. I subconsciously looked at Victor, and my brain suddenly had an idea.

I don’t know if he still plays soccer now. If the ball is passed to him, how will he react?

I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention.

MC: Victor!

Seeing him looking up, I lightly kicked the ball to him and pointed to the children not far away.

MC: They accidentally kicked the ball away, can you help pass it back?

Victor: I can.

Victor didn’t seem to notice my thoughts. He put down the computer and turned over, naturally aiming in the direction of the goal.

Then he took a step back, raised his leg, and kicked hard—

The ball drew a perfect arc in the air and flew towards the goal.

Seeing this, the boys started running. One of them ran to the goal, jumped high, and kicked the ball. It went straight into the goal!

Boy: Nice shot!

MC: Wow! Goal!!

The schoolboys cheered and hugged each other, and I also cheered and rushed toward Victor.

Victor: Be careful!

MC: That’s amazing! As expected of Older Brother Vic who kicked down my sandcastle!

Victor: …Are you praising someone?

MC: Hey, have you been playing soccer since then? Why haven’t I seen it?

Victor: I don’t…

MC: Oops I should have filmed it! Can you kick it again later?

Victor: …

I wanted to say something more, but Victor swept me off my feet and put me in the hammock.

Victor: Why are you so excited?

MC: I didn’t expect to see you play soccer. I feel very pleasantly surprised.

Victor: Even if it is a surprise, it is too easy for you to be satisfied.

MC: Because it’s all about you. Wearing the clothes I chose and doing things I’ve never seen before is a surprise to me.

MC: How about it? Isn’t this very touching?

I cupped Victor’s cheek and pinched it, but he didn’t hide, just left a chuckle in my palm.

Victor: Is there anything more I can want?

MC: Hmm… not for now.

Victor: Okay, then I will answer you one by one.

Victor: I started playing less soccer after breaking your sandcastle, less after working.

Victor: So that kick just now was pure luck, there is no second time.

MC: But…

Before I could finish speaking, Victor leaned over and turned off the computer. He then flipped through the shells in my hands with his fingers.

Victor: Our reservation for the water sports that you wanted to play is soon. Let’s go there together.

MC: Are you done with your work?

Victor: Yes, it’s taken care of.

Victor: Let’s go. Show me what treasures you picked up along the way.

[Part 4]

The short vacation passed quickly, and it was already our last night in a blink of an eye.

After dinner, Victor and I walked along the beach. Today’s weather is exceptionally nice, the night sky is clear, and the broken stars reflect in the sparkling sea.

A perfect vacation in every sense, even the ending. Looking at the scenery in front of me, I couldn’t help but sigh.

Victor: What’s wrong?

MC: I was thinking, this summer is really coming to an end, and there is no chance for me to regret it.

Victor: It seems that it is nosy to make up for your regrets.

MC: Not at all!

MC: It’s rare that Mr. Li is so proactive in cooperating with my sense of ritual, but I’m not moved yet.

I shook his arm fawningly. Victor chuckled lightly and held my hand.

Victor: Tell me, what kind of ceremony did you originally envision?

MC: Actually, it is almost the same as now. Enjoying the warm sunshine and cold drinks, and stepping into the water with your favorite people.

MC: After a leisurely day, it would be even better if you can watch the fireworks at the beach.

Victor: Fireworks?

Victor showed a thoughtful expression, and I waved my hands hastily.

MC: I just said it casually, just to make a deep impression.

Victor: However, it is indeed a good arrangement.

The person next to me seemed to smile a little, and I was about to ask more when I caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar scene out of the corner of my eye.

It was an area enclosed by a small fence and the small gate was ajar, which looked a bit strange on the flat beach.

MC: What is this? I haven’t seen it before while walking around.

Victor: Go and have a look.

I followed Victor and approached. I looked at Victor from outside the fence, but I stretched out my hand and pushed the door open.

There is nothing special in the enclosed area, except for a few rows of black shadows with small red lights on the ground.

MC: This is…

I felt that these black shadows look familiar, but the sky is too dark, and I can’t see clearly.

Just as I was about to get closer to confirm, the “black shadow” suddenly took off.

A slight hum lingered in my ears, and I instantly recognized it as a drone.

MC: Why are there drones here?

I looked around subconsciously but saw no one nearby. I vaguely had some guesses in my heart. I turned my head and glanced at Victor.

MC: Could it be…

Victor: Look up first.

He didn’t return my gaze, just squeezed my hand. I tried my best to suppress my curiosity and looked up at the sky with him.

The drones slowly arranged a pattern in the air, and I took a closer look. It was a small Shiba Inu.

MC: Hahaha, this looks like the doll I gave you.

Victor: Not too stupid.

MC: The next pattern… is pudding!

MC: Wait, aren’t these patterns all my favorite things?

Victor: You can guess.

MC: Then I guess the next one is Mr. Li’s red wine!

I opened my eyes expectantly and looked at the sky, only to be greeted by a camel.

Victor: Unfortunately, alcohol was not approved.

MC: Watching the drone show without getting drunk…

I muttered softly, subconsciously wrapping my arms around Victor.

The patterns in the sky are all related to me without exception. Kittens, bowknot hairpins, lipstick…

The memories of spending the summer together are brought back again and again, and those bright days spread a happy background in my memory, making the corners of my mouth uncontrollably curl up.

Looking at those colorful patterns, I gently tickled his palm.

MC: When was this prepared? The pattern is quite cute, not like Mr. Li’s style.

Victor: If it is not cute enough, I am worried that dummies will not appreciate it, so I adjusted it many times.

MC: I won’t… huh?

I was about to refute when I realized something.

MC: You have been staring at the computer busy with work before, so you are not talking about this, are you?

Victor smiled and squeezed my hand.

Victor: Let’s watch it first.

After all the patterns were spelled out, the drone flickered like a star for a moment, then moved slowly again.

I carefully watched and read out word by word—

MC: [In English] “See you next year”...

MC: Is this a message from summer?

Victor: It can be understood in this way.

Victor: Unpleasant things will always pass, and the life you look forward to will come again.

Victor: So there is nothing to regret. Instead of struggling for so long, you should just tell me what you want.

MC: But even if I didn’t say anything, you have it all considered.

MC: There are even plenty of surprises!

I pointed to the sky and tugged on his shirt again.

MC: Maybe you have a better understanding of me than I do.

Victor: Fool. Willing to bid farewell to summer this time?

I nodded vigorously, then shook my head again.

MC: It is true that I can let it go willingly now, but I will still look forward to the next summer!

The hovering drones landed back on the ground and parked neatly beside us.

Victor looked down at me, his deep voice overwhelmed the waves and reached the bottom of my heart.

Victor: That’s good. After all next time when summer comes…

Victor: I don’t want to be the only one looking forward to it.

You can find the call that comes after the date here.

#i live for their bantering #they’re so cute #and mc is so silly #SORRY FOR THE LOW QUALITY KARMA AHHHH #mlqc #mr love #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #恋与制作人 #mlqc translations #mlqc spoilers #mlqc victor #love and producer

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cur-sedd · 5 months

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𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙈𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Hi hiii im back my loves <3 wah okay ik this is small but but like. thank yall sm for 10 followers 😭 i started this purely for fun i didnt think anyone would like- read my silly ramblings about men who have no idea i exist LET ALONE FOLLOW IT <3 It really means a lot when someone reblogs or likes hehe Anyways! Here is a silly taehyun thing, not sure if i like it that much bc i was half asleep writing it but oh well! enjoy!MDNI!! nsfw content below ╰┈➤ fem!reader x dom(?)taehyun, spanking, fingering. pet names, begging, bondage, cum eating, not proof read that much, think thats it! lmk if i missed anything

A large sting had spread across your ass as you were kneeling over Taehyun’s knees. Wrists bound together with his tie, you let out a small yelp, feeling yet another surging pain rippling across your ass. Your eyes filled with small tears as you hiccupped, shaking your head slightly. “What's wrong?” A soft, faux frown came onto Taehyun’s lips, his hand gently rubbing the plush area he had just slapped. “I haven't even lifted up your skirt yet and this is how you act?” He mocked, a small scoff leaving his soft lips as he leaned back into his armless chair, looking down at you. You squirm from side to side, biting your lip for any type of friction. You managed to rub yourself on small folds of Taehyun’s jeans but it was no use. He would just hold you still, giving you another spank if you dared to move again. “Hnngh pleaseplease- Tyun please fuck me.” You let out, digging your face into the side of his leg. Streaks of mascara staining your cheeks as you hiccup and sobbed. He has been spanking you for what felt like hours, you probably had a bruise at this point. All because you decided to act like a fucking brat. But oh no, Taehyun just wanted to make you wait a little longer. Then he can fuck you! A soft hum left Taehyun’s lips as he lifted your skirt. You felt the cold air hit you, almost cooling your red, irritated ass. Taehyun massaged your plush flesh, rubbing it with his soft hands. Just as you started to calm down, two fingers dipped down to rub at your covered core, causing your body to jerk forward. “huh, look how wet you are.” Another small scoff left Taehyun’s lips as you clenched around nothing. “Are you that hungry?” He asked, turning his head to look at you with those big eyes. When you hadnt responded, you earned another slap. Your breath hitched at the slap before nodding your head vigorously. “M-mhm! Yes! Yes,please i want you-please! do anything to me, please tyunnie.” You yelled out, begging almost as new tears forming, staining your eyelashes at the stinging sensation. You hiccupped and sniffled, only causing Taehyun to chortle. “Fine. Since you’re behaving like such a good girl for me.” Without warning, He hooked your underwear to the side and slipped two fingers inside your soaking pussy. You threw your head up before putting it down softly, your hair following in pursuit. Your hands balled up into fists, rubbing against each other as you held in strained groans. You hiccupped before Taehyun began curling his fingers inside you. Immediately, Soft, angelic moans left your mouth as you shook her head. It's like as if you were in a trance, chanting Taehyun’s name over and over again. A strand of hair fell in front of your face as you let the tears spill. Taehyun enjoyed this reaction and slowly began pulling his fingers in and out. His muscled arms flexing with every pull and every push. “Thats it baby, mm! fuck your so tight, already sucking in my fingers like this, i wonder how my cock is gonna feel.” Taehyun’s bright and big eyes looked at you, a soft smile in reaction to your squirming, as you pushed yourself back into his fingers. “Want you-inside me.” You croaked out, almost embarrassed at how much you had to beg. Taehyun just kept teasing and teasing you and dear gods you just wanted him to stretch you out already. After a few more minutes of just fingering, praise and just a hint of verbal teasing, you felt a knot form from under your stomach. You squirmed around as his fingers only got faster and faster “Please- gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum.” You slurred out, almost seeing stars at this point. You cried from the pleasure you were receiving. You hiccupped, the knot slowly unfolding before bursting as you came all over Taehyun’s fingers. “Good job baby, good girl.” You panted softly as Taehyun pulled his fingers out of your abused cunt. You looked back at him just to see a small smirk tug at his lips. He brought his fingers up to his mouth licking up your cum, flashing those sharp teeth at you. Suddenly, you became a lot more aroused. (´ ∀ ` *)

(a/n: wondering if i should actually write a prt 2 maybe maybe who knows. reblogs and recs are appreciated my loves💕 and thank you @darkcupcakecomputer for telling me its bondage, istg im forgetting english 😭)

#txt #kpop #taehyun #txt x reader #txt smut #giggling kicking my feet #kang taehyun #kang taehyun x reader #txt hard hours #kpop smut #taehyun scenarios #tomorrow x together #curse writes #txt hard thoughts #txt taehyun #smut

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dutifullyshamelessearthquake · 18 days

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Tighnari and cyno thoughts cuz I’m excited for the sequel fic hehe 🤭

so being drunk- first I feel like Cyno wouldn’t like to get too drunk. I could be convinced otherwise but I feel like he’d prefer to keep more sober at parties or bars cuz it’s easier to keep an eye on people and, most importantly, Tighnari. He will have one or two if it’s a formal event, and he may indulge more if it’s a smaller group and he knows everyone around but overall he’s happy to be Tighnaris DD most times. Tighnari on the other hand also wouldn’t go out of his way to over do it…buuuut it does happen sometimes 😅 and unfortunately since he’s a bit of a chaotic sicky I feel like he’s thrown up randomly one too many times due to having gone a little too hard. He is always suuuuper apologetic ofc. Oh, and post hangover migraines are his nightmare. I feel like he really wouldn’t try to get that drunk but idk I feel like he’s more of a lightweight than he wants to admit. And Cyno is weak to Drunk Tighnaris charms and whims so holding him back gets tricky. But everytime Nari swears he’ll never get that drunk again when he’s sick and nauseous the next day. And he’ll have a good streak for a while buuuuut it never really lasts.

Cyno tho, I feel like he really wouldn’t get hungover that easily. Like idk I just struggle it see it with him? If he does get tipsy he holds his booze really well and rarely has any problems. I do however think at one point he got really, really bad food poisoning from bar food. He had only had like one drink so he’s not sure why, by the time he gets home with nari (thankfully Tighnari isn’t super drunk but he’s pleasantly tipsy!) he feels so warm? And his stomach is upset? I feel like from there into the night it would just get worse, frequently having to use the bathroom keeps him up most of the night. And then the nausea hits…the following day he can’t keep anything down or in and nari tells him that yes hangovers can be bad but this- this is not from drinking one singular beer. alternatively you have this scenario but nari is really really drunk so he does start puking once they get home. And that’s when cyno starts feeling off too? He’s trying to take care of nari but keeps having to use the restroom. And by the time nari passes out that’s when Cynos nausea starts?? who knows!!

OH I'M IM LOVE WITH THIS! I actually really love it, because I often see Cyno portrayed as the one who'd get drunk and Tighnari as the one who'd stay sober. I honestly like your interpretation more! I can totally see our sweet baby Tighnari being such a lightweight, he always says he's not going to let himself get drunk, but he also always manages to underestimate just how hard the alcohol would hit him. ARGH I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!

Cyno definitely dotes on hungover Tighnari, he's sitting with him in bed all day and strokes his hair and coaxes him into drinking bits of water when he feels like it. Tighnari always apologises profusely for letting him happen, but Cyno just shushes him with gentle kisses because he really doesn't mind.

Now don't get me started on that food poisoning idea I LOVE THAT?? I love the whole idea of him being focused on Tighnari who's definitely tipsy (and as a result not as observant as he would be if he was sober) and he just can't place his finger on what's wrong. He keeps brushing it off as "ah, I must've drank more than I thought" but really he just had one drink. And then the next day is just MISERABLE. Tighnari's okay-ish, he wasn't super drunk the night before, but he's definitely a little hungover and his head is killing him. But Cyno, who wasn't even tipsy, is the one vomiting his guts out. Oh maaaaaan I want to write this!! I love this!! It's sooo good!!!

That second scenario is also brilliant!! Ahh!! This is going to give me soooo much brainrot!! I adore this!!

#earthquake author's note #sickfic #genshin sickfic #genshin emeto #emeto #nausea #emeto fic #sickfic headcanons #sickfic prompts #sick cyno #sick tighnari

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orchideon · 6 months

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Madeleine cookie x fluffy dragon cookie reader. Reader has the tendencies to steal his stuff at times.

A/n: Thank you, anon! Happy to be here!

So, admittedly, I don’t really… fully know the lore with the dragons in cookie run, but!!!!! I will try my best!

I had another request in my inbox that was similar to this, so I decided to just smush the two together! I admittedly wrote the reader as having a bit of a mischievous streak hehe- I’m also not sure if Madeline is the most in character here, so apologies if he’s ooc-

I hope you enjoy!

Media: Cookie run

Character: Madeleine cookie

Type: romantic

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Madeleine cookie with a fluffy dragon s/o who’s cuddly and has a tendency to snatch things:

-Ohooooo my gosh the cuddles. When I tell you this man *loves* those cuddles—

-You’re so so soft and fluffy! You’ve both caught him falling asleep multiple times almost during those snuggle sessions.

-He finds your dragon habits charming. The little huffs and purrs, the fact your bed looks more like a nest-

-You know the miette post? About the cat? Sometimes you pull that on him to mess with him lol

-Y’know honestly I feel like a prank war could break out between you two-

-Madeline would take it in mostly good humour if you snatching things was out of dragon habit or you just making mischief.

-…Sometimes he’s had to return some of the things you snatch, if the occasion you end up yoinking something rlly important arises.

-if you steal his stuff when you want attention he’ll tend to play along n will probably also tease you a lil as he lies down with you.

-When it comes to Madeline’s stuff, you tend to yoink things that he’d notice, and need to get back, but not like- panic over being gone. You mostly do it to tease him.

-If he’s missing something your hoard is the first thing he checks lol

-Sometimes you’ll put *him* on top of your hoard as a lil flirt, y’know?

-LIKE SOMETIMES HE WILL TURN AROUND AND YOU’LL JUST. SLOOOOWLY REACH OVER TO LIKE A CUP OR SOMETHING HE’S LEFT ON A COUNTER AND YOU’LL JUST. HOLD IT AND LOOK BACK AT HIM.

-Honestly you kind of remind him of a cat. (Or Uhhh,, whatever the cookie run equivalent is.)

-You sometimes, when you’re both hanging out, will just. Start brushing his hair (,,,icing?).

-Madeline will *always* lean back when you brush his hair, and just… he absolutely melts into you. I feel like he’d love having his hair played with and tended to, especially after a long day.

-Honestly you two are admittedly what some would consider an unlikely duo- but you both have enough in common that the other part of that “some” would understand why you two are so close knit.

-I feel like you’d be two peas in a pod, honestly.

-When you shifted into a more dragony form for the first time around them, Madeline was in shock for a few seconds.

-…Then he immediately attempted to pet you because let’s be real here, he wouldn’t be able to resist how fluffy you look. He’s immediately reaching his hand out to Pat you.

-No thoughts at that moment, only urge to pet

-He could *not* stop petting you for a while, like. You were *so* soft and fluffy and he was in a state of disbelief and bliss.

-Oh, did I mention the utter GRIN that broke out on his face when you started purring? Because yeah, that was a factor too for why he couldn’t stop petting you.

-he LOVES it when you coil/curl around him. It’s so cozy and he can literally never get enough of it. That, without fail, will usually send him RIGHT to sleep if he’s tired.

#my writing #My writing #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #madeline cookie #madeline cookie X reader #request #cookie run #Cookie run kingdom x reader

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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ghosts | bob x bradley (floydshaw)

plot; oh my god, they were roommates! after some time of living on base, bob finally tires of the uncomfy bed and limited access to good paths to do his morning runs on. after moving in with rooster, the two of them discover an affinity for film. perhaps horror is not bradley's preferred genre though...

request; yes, requested blurb (that accidentally ran away with me) by @multifandombullshitbabes ! This might not be what you had in mind when you requested, hehe - but I hope you like it either way! 💕

warnings; fluff, angst, descriptions of panic attack/ptsd, two idiots in love, i'm still in my 'bob struggled with alcohol' bullshit, so mentions of previous overconsumption of alcohol, confessions of feelings, friends to lovers, cuddling, swearing

word count; sigh, 4.3K. (me; i'll make it short and sweet *narrator voice* she did not make it short and sweet)

disclaimer; first time truly writing floydshaw pls be nice I'm in a funk

tagging people who might like; @sebsxphia @theharddeck @hangmanbrainrot @roleycoleyreccenter @lt-bradshaw @mothdruid

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A couple of months ago, Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd had made a comment about wanting to move off base. He’d mentioned it in passing to his pilot, not wanting to impose on everybody at once. Natasha, who was a very straight forward person, proceeded to tell the squad to let him know if they knew anyone who’d sublet a flat or a room for him to stay inr.

That was all it took really, one moment in time when Bob needed something. A need that Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw figured he could help his friend with. Bradley, who had managed to not only snag a flat for himself, but had actually come over quite a sizable house, with lots of spare rooms. Spare rooms that would definitely be able to house the WSO.

Bradley had been eager at the idea of living with the wizzo, envisioning getting to know the demure man on a more personal level if the two of them became roommates. He’d always appreciated Bob, in sort of a quiet way, only venturing outside co-worker niceties on that one day at the beach.

That day he’d been so proud to see Bob take up some space, even if the bespectacled man seemed rather surprised at his own accomplishment. Bradley was quite certain he knew somewhat who Bob was, and he definitely liked the man. He just wasn’t entirely prepared for who Bob was when he was in the comfort of his own space.

During those first weeks of living together, Bradley had made a point of spending time with his new roommate, making sure he was alright and settling in. He noticed that Bob went on morning runs almost every day, and made a point of trying to tag along. Those runs usually ended with Bob laughing at how Bradley’s cardio wasn’t up to his speed, and sometimes he’d sprint off to challenge the pilot.

That was something Bradley hadn’t expected. The way Bob was more lighthearted and filled with mischief and a teasing streak than he’d originally thought. Bradley found himself laughing and smiling a lot more when Bob was around, and he always felt his chest fill with warmth any time Bob beat him at a sprint and threw his hands up in the air to celebrate.

Those few first weeks, it had just come naturally to come together during the evenings - share how their day had been, and end up in front of the TV together to wind down. Most of the time they’d just watch the news before one of them called it a night. At some point though, they’d gotten into a heated discussion about film - Bradley discovering that Robert was a bit of a cinephile.

After that night, it had become Bob’s mission to educate Bradley on his sorely lacking film knowledge. After the initiation of movie nights, where Bob would pick films that he felt his co-worker had to have seen, they’d sit together maybe once a week to go through The List.

However, when Bob announced after a couple of weeks that they’d gone through his whole list, the darker haired aviator found himself pouting a little. He didn’t want movie nights to end.

“Rob, you have to have some more films on that list of yours? C’mon, I thought you were an expert,” Bradley tried to sound lightheartedly teasing, but it came out a little bit more upset than he wanted. He could not bring himself to care much though, as he stood a bit away from the ash blond man. Bob offered him one of those small smiles he only reserved for a select few people, and he shook his head.

“Sorry, Hen. We’ve crossed off all of the films on the list,” Bob had taken to jokingly changing Bradley’s call sign now and again - but only when they were at home.

Sometimes Bob regretted showing Rooster the list before they began their movie nights. If he hadn’t, he’d be able to pretend he had more on them, without making it obvious that he’d kept adding films for them to watch. Watching the other man’s face fall, Bob’s brows pinched together slightly. Did Bradley honestly still want to watch movies with him? Bob figured Bradley had only been nice to make him feel at home these first few weeks of living together.

“I mean… If you want, we can still have movie nights,” Bob suggested, his voice sounding a little shy in his own ears, which made him cringe slightly. Bradley perked up at his initial sentence, before Bob had hedged. “If you want, we can switch off though - choose one film each?”

“Yeah! Yeah, who gave you a monopoly on film choosing huh?” Bradley seemed eager now, smirking as he ruffled the slightly longer hair on top of Bob’s head, his tone now sufficiently teasing.

As the pair continued to switch between one another in choosing films, it became obvious that their tastes differed a bit, but that it almost always ended in passionate discussions and lighthearted jibing of the other’s taste. Bradley would call Bob’s choices ‘pretentious’ and Bob would in turn say Rooster was ‘uncultured’.

It came as far as them sitting down almost every evening to watch a film together, trying to one up each other’s film choices by throwing in something out of left field. After the film ended, both men were rather slow to call it a night. Neither of them wanted to return to their separate rooms, finding comfort in the happy space they’d created in their living room.

Some nights they’d stay up talking well after the movie ended, and Bradley had started to share more of himself than he ever thought possible. It was easy, talking to Bob. He never judged him when Bradley confessed fears or hardships he’d yet to fully face.

After having lived and shared these conversations with Bob for almost three months, Bradley found it in him to talk a little more about how lonely he’d felt ever since his mother passed away. His own emotions surprised him. He figured it was a done deal - yeah, it was sad but he was alright.

Turns out there were still some tears left to cry for years lost to grief and loneliness. That night was the first time Robert Floyd held Bradley as he finally found it within himself to cry. Of course, it probably did not elicit the same emotions in Bob as it had in Bradley.

Bradley had found that his roommate had started to stir up conflicting emotions within him. He found he missed Bob when he wasn’t around, and the thought of seeing his roommate brought pleasant warmth and fluttering feelings to his very core. Rooster figured Bob just thought of it as comforting his friend.

Bob had told Bradley a bit about his childhood as well, Bradley figured Bob might think it was only fair. It did still break Bradley’s heart when Bob told him of how he’d narrowly escaped becoming addicted to alcohol during his youth, and how joining the Navy had saved him in more ways than one.

Bradley had wanted to wrap his arms around Bob to comfort him so badly, but he hadn’t wanted to overstep, or make Bob feel uncomfortable around him. Sometimes Rooster wondered if he was obvious about his budding feelings for his roommate. Instead, he made a point to bark extra loud at Seresin whenever he jived Bob at the Hard Deck for not having a beer and ‘letting loose’.

What Bradley did not know was that Bob’s chest constricted and fluttered helplessly every time Rooster made a point of steering any oncoming beverages around the WSO, a blush always warming his throat and ears whenever Bradley would tell Jake to ‘fuck off, Bob doesn’t need that shit to be funny’.

Bob figured he didn’t quite know exactly when he’d fallen for the burly pilot. Perhaps it was when he’d made Bob feel like he was an important part of the team during their beach exercise way back in the beginning of their acquaintanceship. Or maybe it was the harsh sting of jealousy that overwhelmed him as he held Bradley back from pummeling Jake into the ground that day in the briefing room, back when he still thought that maybe they’d had a thing for one another.

Or maybe, it had been the way he’d fought inner demons the day of the mission. Had to bite his tongue until it bled when Rooster defied orders to save Mav. The way he’d all but passed out as Nat had put down their Hornet on the carrier and the overwhelming grief that gripped him as he realized Rooster was probably gone.

The way he found himself dreaming endlessly of Rooster not making it home, and waking up shaky with tears streaming down his face. He’d promised himself he’d at least try to tell Bradley how he felt after that. He felt a little insecure though - he’d seen the way girls and guys alike flocked around Bradley at the ‘Deck. The man was beautiful, and everyone else knew it too.

Which is why Bob had felt a surge of elation at the prospect of getting to live with Rooster. Seeing him every day, making sure he was well. Checking in on him sometimes as he napped, just to see the rise and fall of his chest.

Bob couldn’t remember exactly how he’d roped Bradley into movie nights, but he was pretty sure it was his highlight of the day. Bradley often muttered softly under his breath if he got into the film, and he thinks that maybe Bradley didn’t even know it himself, but if something was particularly gripping, he sometimes placed some part of his body on Bob.

Sometimes it was his hand on his knee, other times he’d plop himself down so close to Bob that their thighs smushed together “Sorry, Rob,” Bradley would gruff out before wriggling a little and then muttering ‘fuck it, you don’t mind do you?’ - and of course Bob did not mind as Bradley settled into the sofa close to him.

His favorite was when Rooster would fall asleep on him though. That only happened when he thought the film was too slow, and they’d had arduous training at work during the day.

And if Bob chose slow films on purpose on those days, well that was his business alone. Sometimes he’d pick films with foreign languages to further lull Bradley into a sleepy state, though sometimes that backfired if Bradley was proficient in the language. He’d learnt to steer clear of Spanish.

Most of those nights they’d end up cuddled together on the couch, and Bradley would wake up hours later apologizing to Bob. The first time he’d scrambled up, claiming he needed to go to bed immediately. These past few times though, he’d lingered against the warmth of Bob’s chest, mumbling a sleepy apology before dozing again.

Tonight, however, it was Bradley’s pick, and so Bob couldn’t look forward to having Rooster’s weight on top of him as he snoozed softly.

Horror wasn’t something Bradley would usually choose as a first hand pick, but today he was on a mission. For as many times as he’d dozed off on the bespectacled WSO, he figured it was his turn to have Bob curled into him for a change. Seeing as Bradley wasn’t all too familiar with the horror genre, he perused a few titles and reviews, and picked the one that had the absolute scariest looking plot and reviews that raved about their inability to sleep after watching it.

Bradley figured it would be a piece of cake, it was just a movie after all. He’d seen some shit in his day and figured this would be no more than a laugh - and hopefully a cuddle if the lankier of the two got a bit frightened. He was cautiously optimistic as he spied his roommate coming through the door after an afternoon run.

“Hey, Robby!” Bradley greeted him, taking in Bob’s shirtless form. He was slightly sweaty, and a soft sheen clung to his chest and forehead. His dark blond hair was not neatly styled as it usually was when the two headed off to work, and flopped in front of his eyes as he smiled at Rooster. “Hey Brad,” Bob was slightly out of breath, finally bending slightly to rest his palms on his knees for a moment to catch his breath.

“Did you forget your glasses this morning? Saw them in the bathroom,” Bradley noted silently that Bob without his glasses was a little less soft and cute looking, and without the birth control goggles shielding the view of his cheekbones, he found them to be more prominent, along with his jawline. Licking his lips, Bradley had to avert his gaze for a moment as he waited for an answer - he could feel his cheeks getting warm and ruddy. They unfortunately often did that around Bob.

“Nah, usually wear contacts on days off and on leave,” Bob chuckled, patting Roosters shoulder with one of his large hands before disappearing towards their shared bathroom. “Just gonna have a quick shower, and then you better knock me out with your choice of film, Bradshaw!” Bob grinned back at Bradley before disappearing into the shower.

“Fuck..” Bradley groaned to himself, squeezing his eyes shut and trying his damndest not to think of his roommate stripping out of his running shorts to shower.

He busied himself with setting up their usual movie night snacks, making some popcorn (Bob insisted that you could simply not have movie night without them), and making sure to put out some sodas for the two of them. Bradley felt like he craved a beer to soothe his nerves, but he hadn’t brought any home ever since Bob moved in. And honestly, he was happy to be without if it made Bob comfortable.

He’d put out some plain fanta orange instead, and a diet coke for himself. He’d found that his wizzo preferred fanta, and every time Rooster had brought out some for him, Bradley’s heart would leap at the grin that settled on Bob’s face, always exclaiming ‘you remembered!’ as if memorizing his drink of choice was rocket science.

As Bob emerged from his room in sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, he almost forgot to resist the usual impulse he had when he saw that Bradley had gotten everything ready for them. The impulse to softly grab onto his bicep, and plant a soft lingering kiss on his cheek as he mumbled his thanks. Instead, Bob smiled at Bradley before swiping some of his wet locks out of his face - his blue eyes landing on the drinks Rooster had put out.

“Oh, you remembered!” Bob’s exclamation this time was soft, and it almost sounded as if he’d been punched in the gut, a sort of somber emotion flickering behind the blues of his eyes.

“What’ve you got for us today, Chicken?” Bob grinned before plopping himself down on the sofa with a content sigh.

“Well, Bobby, I figured we could branch out,” Rooster replied with a small smirk, glancing at the other man, a sneaky look in his amber eyes as the blond man huffed out an indignant laugh at the nickname. There was still a distinct twinkle of happiness in those blue eyes though, which encouraged Rooster to continue.

“Today, we’re doing horror, Robby,” Bradley looked smug, waiting on his roommates reaction. Bob just raised a brow, a cool smile on his face. “Oh yeah?” leaning back against the cushions he said nothing else, as if telling Rooster to ‘bring it on’.

“Now, Bobby - there will be no judgment if at any point you should feel the need to hide your face in a pillow,” he paused before slowly putting his hands behind the back of his head, knowing that his biceps were now making the t-shirt he was wearing strain against their size “I’ve got plenty,” he smirked, knowing it would tick Bob off.

“Oh my fucking God, Rooster!” Bob groaned, putting his face in his hands as he laughed “That was so bad!” Bradley burst into laughter with Bob, the two of them naturally gravitating towards one another, Bob’s hand landing on Rooster’s knee to steady himself as the laughter subsided between the two, leaving them face to face with one another, eyes twinkling and ghosts of their laughters still upon their lips as they noticed their noses were practically touching.

Bradley’s breath hitched softly in his throat, and his eyes flickered down to Bob’s lips so fast he didn’t think that his roommate caught it at all. So he quickly cleared his throat and leaned back against the backrest, putting an impish smile on his face as he shrugged “Offer still stands, Rob,” he grinned wider as Bob rolled his eyes, shook his head and leaned back too, getting comfortable with the throw he’d put over his stomach.

Turns out, Bob would not be needing any pillows. In fact, what he needed was his own fist to bite down on. To keep from bursting into fits of giggles at the sight of Bradley’s brown eyes, open wide as saucers, lips slightly parted as he muttered long strings of creative curses and suggestions to the characters, only minutes into the film.

“Don’t go in there… don’t fucking go in there… don’t go– I fucking told you!!” the last part was shouted as his whole body jolted at the loud screaming coming from the TV. Bob closed his eyes, biting down hard on his knuckle, breathing steadily through his nose to not give in to the laughter that was bubbling deep within him, his stomach aching from the strain it took to keep it in.

It only got worse from there, and Bradley’s soft curses turned more and more into pained groans and face held in between his large palms. As a particularly nasty jumpscare came on, Bradley literally flew up from the sofa exclaiming;

“Holy shit! What the fuck was that?!” he blinked a couple of times, furrowing his brows slightly as he sat back down slowly, his breathing turned a little labored. Licking his lips he tried to heave a deep sigh to alleviate the pressure that had begun building in his chest, but to no avail.

“Bob…” he murmured, his breath starting to become a little shorter still. The room seemed to be getting smaller, and he could now only distantly hear the screams from the TV as his gaze was frozen on something far away.

“No…” he moaned softly, trying to shake his head and closing his eyes. That only made it worse though, as flashes of clear blue sky and pristine snow whirling towards his face appeared in jumbled succession.

His hands shook slightly as he tried to run them through his hair, but he found that he couldn’t differentiate the texture at all. He figured he must be gasping for air now, because he felt quite light-headed as that overwhelming feeling of dread and feeling of needing to do something came over him. He needed to do something, he needed to run, or he needed to get up, or he needed to–

“Rooster!” Was that Mav? Did he have to eject? Where were the handles? “Bradley!” he was trying, he really was! Why was Mav screaming at him again?

“Bradshaw!” 'Lieutenant Bradshaw!', was he in trouble?

“Hen! Chicken! For fuck’s sake, please!” Bob was pleading with Bradley, kneeling in front of his shaking form, trying in vain to bring him back. He’d turned off the TV as soon as Bradley had first murmured his name, noticing immediately that he’d gone. Bradley blinked at that, and suddenly amber eyes met blue. Bob sighed in relief, cradling Bradley’s warm cheeks in his palms.

“Hey, hey, Brad - stay with me okay, it’s Rob - yeah? Roomie?” Bob knew he probably shouldn’t be talking this rapidly, but fuck, he was scared. He wanted Rooster back.

“Rob…” Bradley’s brows furrowed, blinking again - Bob could see some of the far away fog lift from those beautiful brown eyes, and he sighed. “Hey, yeah - I’m here big guy. We’re just havin’ a nice little movie night, yeah?” Bob was talking slower now, letting his thumbs caress the other man's cheeks slowly. Bradley nodded slowly against Bob’s grip.

“I can’t breathe,” Rooster confessed, tears burning behind his lids as the slight reprieve from the dread he’d felt started to end. “Please, Bob” Bradley didn’t know how he’d voice that he needed help breathing. He hardly knew himself. Usually, these types of nights he’d just go until he passed out.

Contemplating his choices for all of ten seconds, Bob stood from his position below Bradley’s knees, gently guiding the pilot down on the sofa. Fear stricken eyes stared back at him, and he only smiled soothingly “It’s okay, Chicken - it’s only me,” Bob spoke softly before he laid the expanse of his body on top of Rooster, guiding his hands so they laid on top of his back, his cheek pressed against Bradley’s chest.

“Can you breathe with me, hen?” Bob spoke, letting his own palms gently massage over Bradley’s ribs, making a point of taking deep, exaggerated breaths. It was surprising how fast Bob’s tactic worked. His weight on top of Rooster calmed him down considerably, and soon Bradley’s breathing had slowed to normal. Peering up, Bob could see Rooster’s exhausted face, eyes lidded and vulnerable.

“Hey, we feelin’ better?” Bob inquired, feeling no apprehension about letting his hand glide up to caress Bradley’s scarred cheek. Licking his lips, Bradley nodded, shame burning within his chest. “Don’t you dare,” Bob whispered, and Bradley’s eyes shot to his in confusion.

“I have nightmares about that too,” Bob spoke slowly and deliberately. Bradley’s surprised “you do?” flew past his lips before he could stop it, and he could feel Bob's arms tighten around his chest as the WSO nodded, burying his face into Rooster’s chest. Well, now was as good of a time as any.

“Was scared I’d never get to see you again.” he murmured into Bradley’s t-shirt. The arms that had laid loosely against Bob’s sides came around him in a crushing hug, and the two men laid intertwined and embracing hard for a long time, Bob nuzzling his face into the crook of Bradley’s neck, relishing in the steady thrum of a pulse under his lips, and Rooster’s familiar scent against his nose. Bradley’s eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his face into Bob’s newly washed hair, breathing soft and slow. It didn’t take long before the two of them fell into a dreamless, comfortable sleep.

As the red rays of the sun filtered through the windows, Bob stirred awake in Bradley’s arms. Blinking softly, he raised his head from where it had still rested against Bradley’s chest. Bleary eyes taking in the sight of the clock on the wall showing him it was only just after four in the morning. He could feel Rooster stir underneath him, and he lowered his gaze to take in Bradley’s sun kissed face in the soft morning light.

“Hey,” Bradley’s voice was raspy and deep from sleep, and it made Bob’s stomach flip slightly. Again, their faces were so close, yet they did not move. There was a soft crease between Bradley’s eyebrows as his eyes roamed over Bob’s face.

Blue eyes held brown, before they slipped to admire Bradley’s soft looking lips, accentuated cupid’s bow hidden beneath his mustache. Just before Bob was about to look into Bradley’s eyes again, he had surged upwards, letting his lips caress against Bob’s in a soft and lingering kiss.

Bob couldn’t help the soft noise of longing that left him, the sound melting into Rooster as his hands went from having rested at Bob’s waist, to tangling into his soft curls as he deepened their kiss, nose pressing into Bob. Bob’s hands squeezed at Bradley’s hips as he pressed himself closer to his roommate's body, gasping softly at the feeling of Bradley’s tongue gently prodding at his lips, his own languidly meeting and caressing Bradley’s tongue.

“Bob,” Rooster sighed as he broke away for air, the wizzo continuing to place rapid kisses over his jawline before shyly nuzzling his face into Rooster’s neck again.

“Yeah?” there was a note of hesitance in Bob’s answer, and Bradley’s hands fell to Bob’s sides again as he squeezed gently - urging the other to look at him.

“Hi,” he said gruffly as Bob appeared above him again. Bob smiled, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. “I’ve kind of wanted to do that for a long time,” Bob confessed sheepishly, and Bradley chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

The two men smiled at one another, Bradley reaching up to caress his thumb across Bob’s cheek.

“I think I might’ve fallen in love with you,” he spoke quietly, meeting Bob’s clear blues with a small crease between his brows again.

Bob only smiled and leaned down to place another, lingering kiss on his roommate’s lips. “Well, lucky for you and your pillows, I happen to have fallen for your stupid charms too,” Bob smiled, gently pinching at Bradley’s bicep. The confession made Bradley laugh softly before sitting up, keeping Bob straddling his lap as he embraced and kissed him again.

“Chicken?” Rooster huffed at the teasing call sign “As much as I loved branching out, maybe we steer clear of the horror from now on?” he smiled down as Rooster’s innocent face looked up at him.

“What’re you talking about? Now I’ve got you to cuddle up to when I get scared!”

#robert bob floyd x bradley rooster bradshaw #bob floyd x bradley bradshaw #bobster #floydshaw #bradley bradshaw x bob floyd #bradley bradshaw/bob floyd #tgm fic #my writing

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cheerstotheelites-if · 8 months

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Weywey 😍💘

Dynamic: neighbours

Why they hate each other: They don’t, they’re just in denial about being attracted to each other

What forces them together: MC gets injured and Weylyn helps them

Dialogue prompt: “You consider us enemies? Really?”

🥺👉🍪

Enemies to Lovers generator

Oh shit now that's interesting *loud HEHE's in scheming*

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"Ow." Is what you immediately say with a pained hiss. You see Weylyn grimace as he guides you to your porch. You, an absolute genius, thought you were strong enough to endure a ten foot drop with grace and swag. Well... your ankle said otherwise. Hubris is such a powerful entity. Though to be fair on your stupidity, you wanted to impress prove to Weylyn that you can do parkour and he might've inadvertently challenged you to prove it. He was at the other side of the fence separating your houses, in the middle of cleaning his front yard.

"You shouldn't have done that." Weylyn sighs from beside you.

"You asked that I should prove it to you, and I did." You bluntly retort with a huff.

"And earn a sprained ankle?"

You scoff. "Uh, yeah? How else am I supposed to do it?"

Weylyn looks at you and raises a brow. "A forward roll would be enough."

There was a pause for a moment.

"I never said that I was smart." You state.

"I never said you weren't." Weylyn replies, helping you sit down on the porch steps. He sits down beside you once you situated, though with a bit of distance between you both.

The awkward air that comes next is... well, as edible as week old bread. It's okay, but not something you both completely enjoy.

It goes on for a while.

Neither of you making a move.

"We should call an ambulance," Weylyn says, fingers drumming on the porch step lightly, "to get your ankle fixed."

You hum in agreement. "I guess."

Silence again and neither of you actually made the call for an ambulance.

The awkwardness just keeps getting thicker.

You glance over at Weylyn, seeing him look out towards your front yard. Warm, golden gaze, and fluffy silver hair with streaks of the most royal of blues in them. Handsome to boot too.

... This is the first time he's been on this side of the fence, you realize. Usually he'd be on his, not even noticing or looking at you. Heck, even if you both were at the same spot, he still wouldn't bother looking at you. Does this man hate your guts? It's been like this ever since he moved into your neighborhood four years ago. Lumintoile isn't safe either, he still wouldn't look at you.

Well, to be fair, you haven't looked at him at all either. What's the point trying to get someone's attention when they're going to actively ignore it? It's just a waste of effort and time. So, why not settle for the mundane option? You don't hate him. Just... well, wondering why he wouldn't look at you. Surely, he has his reasons. and yet why does it sting when his gaze is directed on anywhere but you?

His eyes turn to you, and you freeze upon realizing that you've been staring.

"Yes?" He asks, turning his head to fully look at you.

You clear your throat, too loudly to your liking, and turn away. "Was just thinking."

Weylyn furrows his brows. "About what?"

You don't answer immediately, already wincing and grimacing from the words that'll leave your mouth. "I was just thinking if you, you know, hate me?" You glance over at Weylyn, and you see him still with confused, furrowed brows.

"Like," you stumble a bit to explain yourself, "what is this between us, exactly? Strangers? Enemies? You haven't even looked at me whenever we're both outside or in school."

His face turns beet red, and he looks away, gaze now focused onto his lap. "You consider us enemies? Really?"

... Alright, not an answer you were expecting.

"What?" Now, it's your turn to be confused.

"I don't hate you." He says, hands now tightly gripping the edge of the porch step. "I could never."

"Then why won't you look at me whenever we're outside or together? It's been four years."

"I..." His voice loses itself after, fizzling out like a dead campfire. You watch Weylyn open and close his mouth, trying to force out words from his throat. "... I can't stand your face."

You stare at him, unsure if you should be even offended or feel deeply stung by it, though that only brought you more confusion.

"You're just too much of everything." Weylyn continues.

"In a good way or a bad way?" You immediately interject before he could continue.

Weylyn whips his head back up at you, eyes wide with a panicked expression. "Good way! In a good way! I mean it! You're just so amazing, that it makes me smile for hours on end whenever I look at you, and, and I don't know why but...!" He trails off, his cheeks now dusted a deep scarlet. His throat bobs, and he opens his mouth again. "I... just think you're pretty cool... and that you made me feel things for so long."

Oh.

OH.

Your cheeks immediately heat up at what you just heard, and you quickly turn away.

"What the hell, Rutherford." You mutter as your brain tries to process this newfound information. "And here I thought..."

"I'm, I'm sorry if I came off as hating you." Weylyn quickly stammers out an apology as he clears his throat. "But that's the truth."

Ah.

Gods above.

You might as well die now for the flow of relief that just struck you. Wait, relief?! Relief for what?!

Silence comes again, no longer awkward but... something else. You glance over at Weylyn, and you see him staring at his laps again, cheeks still a dark shade of red as he sits tensely. You realize that you're sitting the same way, and you try to relaxe yourself, but your nerves refuse to calm down. Your quick beating heart refuses to cooperate too.

"I—" You hear Weylyn, but was immediately cut off by a small voice calling your name from inside your house. You both turn to see who it is as the door opens.

"There you are!" Emery chirps, smiling brightly and moves to sit between you and Weylyn. Gods above, when did it become so cramp? Did you and Weylyn move closer during the whole ordeal?

"What are you guys doing here, and why are your faces red?" Emery asks, looking between you and Weylyn with a curious look in his eyes.

You and Weylyn share a glance, to which you both immediately avert from as your cheeks heat up again.

"Nothing." You both say in sync. Emery hums in thought, squinting at you both, thumb and index finger holding his chin.

"Were you gonna kiss?" He asks, to which loud protests immediately arise.

#prompt #Weylyn #MC #sorry for the delay i fell asleep while writing💀

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