andrew seeing your room for the first time was such a shock. it was so… girly. for a man who grew up with brothers, with the exception of julia, and went to prison, it was much of a shock. all frilly curtains and floral bedsheets.
“it kind of looks like a grandma’s room,” he says, tone neutral as always. you turn to look at him, trying to decipher his tone. “it’s not a bad thing.” his eyes continue scanning the area.
he walks up to your vanity, fingers fidgeting with the makeup sprawled across it, organizing them into his own order.
pope loves watching you get ready. he’ll sit on your bed (or lay down, depending if you wake up before him. but that’s rare because he hardly ever sleeps.) and watch your reflection in your vanity mirror. if you’re doing your hair or makeup, he’s attentive. at some point you think he could probably do your whole routine from memory.
he notices things you like. your favorite lipgloss, perfume, food, books, whatever he thinks you like, he’ll get it for you. how? that’s not really important! andrew’s not very good at verbally expressing his affection most of the time, so he tries to express it in other ways.
“got this for you.” he hands you a small red heart shaped box. when you open it, it reveals a necklace with a dangling pendant.
you smile widely, “oh, andrew it’s beautiful.” wrapping your arms around his neck. his head leans on your shoulder, melting into your embrace.
haiii bae, can you write something about lngshot with a hyperfem gf?? your writing is soo good 🫶🏻
LNGSHOT and hyperfem!gf reader
— hiii anon, here u go n I hope u like it !! I also had fun writing this bc I'm a vv fem girl myself hirhueheieiei ... also not proofread huhu srry
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Kwon Ohyul
𖹭 Doesn't mind carrying your things and following you when you go shopping. Sees it as some form of workout while still being able to stick with you, a win-win situation in his eyes.
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"You okay there, baby?"
"Mhm, no need to worry about me." He responds almost instantly, "I don't work out for nothing."
Lies. His palms felt like they were rusting. But he'd never tell you that. Ohyul would rather eat shaved sandpaper than let you hold any bag other than the shoulder bag you wore. Believing it'd ruin your moment—walking around and looking as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.
Plus, it was a technically free workout. Testing his strength against nine shopping bags. He can already feel the embarrassment if he so much as caves in when he had bench pressed weight much heavier than all bags combined.
"Oh. Well... Can we go there next?" You point to boutique, spotting cute-themed press-on nails earlier. Trying to use your puppy eyes to make him give in—knowing he'd most likely agree either way.
"You and that habit." He teased, moving the bags to his other hand so that the free one could lightly pinch your cheek. You giggle softly, in return, he takes your hand in his and starts walking towards said boutique before you say anything else.
He wouldn't mind struggling a little longer, as long as you were yourself with those eyes and that smile? Everything was worth it.
Kim Ryul
𖹭 Completely whipped, ends up giving/buying you things just because you look pretty, and it reminds him of you. Loves seeing your eyes light up.
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His fingers shift by your nape, helping you wear the necklace he bought just for you.
"It's soo pretty, baby! Thank you so much!" You squeal in delight, admiring the pink clover necklace. Though it flickers into something else, "But you didn't really need too, but– but of course I still appreciate it! But y'know- I don't want you to think that–"
Ryul cuts you off, his voice soft and reassuring. "You deserve everything." He fixes your hair and the clover pendant. "Anything for my gorgeous girl... No need to worry about me."
He leans to press a kiss on your temple, soft and tender. His gaze maps out the curve of your cheek, the flitting of your lashes, down to the plush of your lips. Wondering how he struck gold with the privilege of loving you in the first place.
Jung Woojin
𖹭 He's very stylish, and because of that— he'd definitely help you with your outfits. Loves making you feel pretty and confident in yourself.
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"Do you think I should switch the top to this?" You mumble, just enough for him to hear you. Woojin's eyes lift up from his phonescreen to see you standing in front of the mirror. Pink glossed lower lip jutted out subconsciously, brows knitted together.
"What kind of look are you going for?" He asks, lifting himself off your bed. Propping an elbow on one of your pink plushies, squishing the poor cotton-filled cupcake creature thingy. "Cute? Pretty?" He adds, his eyes narrowing as he starts formulating different clothing combos in his mind.
"Both." Your eyes were glued onto your reflection.
A few seconds of silence, then you hear his footsteps, locking eyes with him in the mirror. "You're too greedy, you already look pretty!" He exclaims, wrapping his arms around your waist. Admiring your reflection. "The top is cute enough." His hand reaches for the bow that rested on the center of the tube top, idly playing with it.
He, teasingly yet lovingly, presses a kiss on your cheek, the type of kiss that smothers.
"Woojin!" You shriek, "My makeup!" You pull away, pouting even more. Checking if the blush smudged off and dusted on his lips.
݂ ͘ ౨ৎ sam winchester / cutesy! reader (gender, race, & size not specified, reader loves pink, collects stuffed animals, wears short shorts, skirts, tube tops, etc), fluff and smut.. .ᐟ ⟢ ۫
❀ song recs: bambaleo - red velvet, miniskirt - aoa, airplane mode, Limbo, shadow, f(x) .
❀ sam loves to watch you get ready for the day, his hair disheveled and his bare, tanned skin contrasting from the frilly plush of your duvet cover. he barely fits in your bed, but he manages to make it work. propped up against the palm of his hand, his large biceps practically crush the pillow underneath him as he takes in the sight of you changing into one of those ridiculously cute outfits he adores.
❀ he makes sure that you know that you can wear whatever you want. not once has he ever made you feel as if you should change or cover up. in fact, you can't think of a time where his face didn't light up instantly upon seeing you, or a time where a compliment isn't the first thing that comes out of his mouth.
❀ there's been a handful of moments where you noticed men staring you down, but the moment they realized the hulking 6'5" man next to you was... well, with you, their gaze shift away with either a grumble or a quick double take.
sam has no problem cutting in if someone makes you uncomfortable. he tends to walk in front of the other person and greet you with a "there you are, baby" and a protective peck to your lips. he acts as a physical barrier between you and the other person until they get the point — whatever conversation they were having with you? It's long since been over.
❀ sam, ever the gentleman, does everything he can to make sure no one sees more than they're supposed to. he stands behind you when you bend over, a protective hand on your back as he ensures that the only person to get a glimpse of your bright colored thong is him.
he gently pulls you into his side and whispers in your ear if your top sinks lower than usual or borders on indecent exposure. he walks behind you when you walk up stairs, intentionally blocking the way just in case someone were to try to sneak a peek up your short dress or skirt. he offers his jacket when you get cold and never chastises you for not covering up or prioritizing fashion over function. overall, he does his best to make you feel the best you can be.
❀ however, sam is still a man. he can't deny the lingering looks he gives your body or those brief moments before he prevents a potential wardrobe malfunction where he just... stares and lets his mind wander back to the memory of your bare skin grinding against his that morning.
❀ sam absolutely denies how horrible his impulse control was near the beginning of your relationship.
sam wasn't used to having someone so comfortable and confident in their body around, so when you started showing up in tight little mesh tube tops and short shorts that left little to the imagination? he definitely had to find something nearby to cover the growing tent in his pants. the fact that he's excused himself to rub out a particularly bothersome erection with you in the next room? on multiple occasions? he's taking that to the grave. his ears go red eith embarrassment whenever those moments crosses his mind.
❀ he genuinely thinks that you're adorable. even when he's moments away from burying himself balls-deep inside of you, all he can think about is how cute you look when you're out of breath and needy for him. he's a pretty big guy, so when your hands can barely wrap around his biceps as you struggle to breathe through the stretch he's giving you? his heartstrings tug the same time his cock throbs.
❀ if you get whiny and desperate during sex, he coos gentle words of affirmation at you, murmuring how good you're being for him against your forehead. he loves the small noises you make and encourages you to make more. he memorizes what spots inside you gives him his favorite sound of pleasure from you.
❀ if you're a dirty talker, he genuinely goes speechless sometimes. whether you're moaning about how big he feels inside you, how well he fucks you, or degrading yourself and begging him to fuck you like the cockdrunk slut you are, he's letting loose a strained groan and putting his hips deeper into you. the dirtier you get, the more breathless he becomes. honestly, he can come just from listening to you talk dirty to him.
in fact, sometimes when you're not around, he shuts his eyes and imagines you sitting behind him and your hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own (yk, like these porn videos? cw: p-link). he replays his favorite phrases he's heard from you and imagines you murmuring them into his ear as you jerk him to completion.
❀ if you're not that vocal, he does most of the talking. the closer he gets, the more he stutters. he's a moaner, so he's making the prettiest sounds against your skin as his hips stutter. he compliments you, your body, and how you make him feel the whole time, going on about how lucky he is to have you until he's pulling out and coming all over you.
❀ one time, you got shy and asked him to turn your stuffed animals around right when he was getting ready to pull you to the edge of your bed, drop to his knees, and wrap his lips around where you needed him most. he could've swore he fell for you all over again in that moment. depending on how horny he is, he'll either take his time turning each and every one of your stuffed animals around or press a kiss to your lips and ask for a compromise.
"let's js cover them up, yeah? that way they can't see."
he'll toss a blanket over the sea of plushies on your bed, careful not to squish any other them as he begins to eat/suck you like a man starved. in general, he's very respectful of your belongings and your wishes. he's never going to call your requests stupid.
‘she’s thunderstorms, lying on her front, up against the wall’
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➤ Hyperfem!reader who loved to spend hours getting ready. From doing her hair to choosing an outfit, it was her favourite part of the day.
➤ Hyperfem!reader who always wore matching sets under her clothes no matter what she was doing that day. She’s simply going to get some food? It’s the thought that counts.
➤ Hyperfem!reader who loved to be pampered and taken care od by her partner. She loves dragging them around a clothes shop and trying on everything she picks out, only to give them the clothes at the counter to pay.
➤ Hyperfem!reader who was fiercely witty and headstrong despite her soft appearance. She had no problem calling someone out the moment they done wrong, to her or to others.
➤ Hyperfem!reader who had the most delicate and soft appearance. If pretty was a person, it would be her.
➤ Hyperfem!reader who loved to do sweet domestic gestures for her lover. Baking them their favourite dessert or waking up early to wash their favourite shirt before an important day, no matter what it was, she always made them feel lucky and loved.
➤ Hyperfem!reader who adored and craved physical touch no matter how small. She loved looping her arm around her partners, cuddling close to them with a firm grip. The simplest touches made her feel the safest and most comfortable, like a hand on her waist while walking or on her knee under the table.
➤ Hyperfem!reader who was on the bottom more often than not. She was the biggest pillow princess ever and rarely topped if she was given the opportunity, but she’d never say no if her partner asked.
The sun was beginning its slow descent over the Outer Banks, turning the sky a soft color of rose gold and tangerine. You’d spent the whole Saturday at the beach with your friends, your hair in perfect curls, skin dusted with shimmer, and your favorite pink sundress swirling around your legs.
You couldn’t help loving the ritual of getting ready; lip gloss, matching earrings, a purse just big enough for your phone, lip gloss, and an emergency compact mirror. Everything about you was soft, bright, and intentional. You loved it that way.
You didn’t expect Rafe Cameron to notice. He was the sort of guy who moved through the world with a chip on his shoulder and his fist clenched, all restless energy and sharp glances.
But lately, he’d been showing up wherever you were. You'd never confront him about it, too scared to accidentally piss off the so-called 'Kook Prince'. Sometimes he was just watching, or cracking a joke, like today, waiting by his truck as you said goodbye to your friends.
“Hey,” he called, leaning against the hood, arms crossed, eyes glinting with something that wasn’t quite a challenge. “You want to get ice cream?”
You blinked. “With you?”
He smirked, like he knew exactly how that sounded. “Unless you’ve got better plans.” Glancing at your friends walking in the opposite direction.
You didn’t. Not tonight. And so, you climbed into the passenger seat, smoothing your skirt, feeling his eyes on you as you buckled up. The inside of his car smelled faintly of sea salt and cologne, a little more expensive than you expected.
The drive was quiet at first. You let the wind tangle your hair, your heart thumping louder than the radio. Rafe didn’t make small talk. He just tapped the steering wheel and glanced at you from time to time, as if he was trying to figure you out.
The old ice cream shack stood at the edge of the marina, painted in faded pastels and strung with fairy lights & seashells. It looked like something out of a dream, the perfect backdrop for a summer night. Something only an obx native would know about. You hopped out, leading the way, your heels clicking on the wooden boards.
Once inside, you ordered a towering cone of strawberry and vanilla swirl, with rainbow sprinkles, of course. Rafe ordered black cherry, no toppings, and paid without asking. He handed you your cone and watched as you took that first, careful lick, making sure not to smudge your lipstick.
“You always look… nice,” he said suddenly, almost awkward. “You're so different from the other girls here, it's like you actually care.”
You blinked, surprised by the honesty. “Of course I care. Don’t you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Most people just… don’t. Not really.”
You smiled at him, soft and a little sad, because you knew how it felt to be looked at and not really seen. “Well, it’s not for them,” you said. “It’s for me.”
For a while, the two of you just sat on the dock, feet dangling over the water. You talked about little things: music, old movies, your favorite shades of nail polish, how he secretly liked the way you dressed because it made his world seem less gray.
The sun melted into the horizon, and the air cooled. Rafe looked out over the water, ice cream melting down his fingers, and shook his head. “You make this shit hole seem different,” he admitted, “Better.”
You nudged his shoulder with yours, feeling bold. “That’s the point, isn’t it? Making the world a little softer, a little sweeter?”
He grinned, a real one this time, all the edge gone from his voice. “Yeah, guess so.”
When your cones were finished and your fingers sticky with sugar, Rafe helped you up and didn’t let go of your hand. You walked back to the truck together, the marina lights flickering above you, and for the first time all summer, you felt like you belonged right there, with him, in the soft Outer Banks twilight.
As he drove you home, Rafe glanced at you, then back at the road. “We should do this again.”His blue eyes glimmered in the moonlight.
You smiled, tucking a loose curl behind your ear, feeling the glow of the evening settle deep in your chest. “Yeah, Rafe. We should.”
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a/n: i was listening to sell me candy by rihanna while writing this can u tell
she’s a cupcake and smells like vanilla, she loves victoria secret and always has everything you could possibly need in her purse. she loves lace and her favourite color is pink, she laughs a lot and she’s quite shy sometimes.
whipped/obsessed!eddiemunson with hyperfem!bimbo!popular!reader where they can’t keep their hands off of each other.
he’s always kissing you, touching you, groping your body in some way.
the PDA is HEAVY.
you both just love each other too much.
one evening when eddie has a campaign meeting for hellfire, you go with him.. except this time, you’re really just meeting your cheer friends after their practice to go shopping with them and they’ll just drop you back off at the school when you’re done shopping for miniskirts and heels so eddie can take you back to his trailer.
however, you both spent a good 15 minutes making out in his van before he had to (begrudgingly) go inside. so, you find your locker to fix your makeup.
you’re reapplying some lipgloss in your little heart mirror that is hung up on the inside of your locker as eddie admires you, telling you how cute, pretty, or beautiful you are..
you, of course, giggle and blush, and he takes your free hand and kisses your knuckles, then peppers small kisses to your wrist and up your arm to your shoulder then neck as you squeal, your manicured fingers twirling and playing with his hair.
then, when dustin and the rest of the hellfire club come up to you both to tell eddie that they are ready to start (and have been for a good 20 minutes), he pulls away from you just as your cheer friends ask if you are ready.
you say yes, grabbing your pink mini purse from eddie and pulling away from him before pouting a little, “wait. kissie!” you say breathlessly, bouncing slightly on your heeled feet, giggling, as you stand on the balls of your feet--your heels don’t give you that much height with eddie’s height and combat boots in the mix; pulling him down as he smiles against your lips, his hands taking their position on your ass, then your hips, then your waist, and then your ass again as he smooths over your cute little outfit.
you both get kind of carried away, moaning softly and whimpering into each other’s mouths,, the girls behind you giggling and the Hellfire Club jealous that eddie is kissing you but also slightly grossed out when they see your tongues clash softly together--eddie’s hand prominantly gripping your asscheek as you mewl happily.
“oookayyy, c’mon, man,” dustin pulls eddie’s arm, forcing eddie off of you as you whimper, your lipgloss messed up again and in need of a reapplication job as eddie has his lips sparkling with his spit and yours, as well as the sparkly gloss that was on your lips.
“no,” you whine softly, and eddie pouts as he gets dragged away from you, making a grabby hand to you before he breaks out of dustin’s hold, pushing past his friend before grabbing your face, smacking your lips with a hard kiss that makes you giggle, along with a MWAH!
“have fun, baby, love you..” he whispers against your lips, kissing them again before waving bye to you and blowing you a kiss as you blush.
“bye!” you call out, turning to your friends as you see the club of his round the corner.
your friends squeal with you as you all walk out of the school, excitedly chattering away.
meanwhile in the hellfire club room...
“kissie?” gareth mocks, and eddie just smiles hazily, not caring one bit.
“hey, dude, you wouldn’t be complaining if you were kissing her..” jeff speaks, and eddie looks over at him, his eyes narrowed; tongue to the inside of his cheek, head tilted slightly to the side. “i-i mean--y-you know-- oh, whatever!”
“boys, boys, boys, enough. that pretty little lady out there is the love of my life, she can say whatever the fuck she wants..’ll give her that damn kissie..” he murmurs out, making the boys scoff jokingly and roll their eyes, knowing that their ‘dungeon master’ is COMPLETELY whipped for you.
