#💌 love mail 💌

[etherealhoneypie]

🩷 welcome, read before interacting 🩷

✨ about me ✨

- you can call me honey or darling

- 25 years old {pisces sun, sagittarius moon + rising)

- bisexual/pansexual, she/her but i use they/them too sometimes, poly, hedonistic, and taken

- full time stoner, online slut, irl loser, VERY mentally ill (lots of triggers for things like depression, anxiety, and body image), neurodivergent (at least ADHD), and have been called a political radical once or twice (if you’re a nazi or facist i think you should die if you don’t agree block me and leave me alone).

- this blog is mostly for me to explore my body and sexuality as well as learning to love myself. so if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. but there are also VERY hard kinks ahead be warned. i am a very sexual person and will reblog porn every now and again if that bugs you i’d go ahead and leave.

- kinky stuff i’m into : bdsm, bondage, anal, cnc, somno, knife play, etc.

- non kinky stuff i’m into : movies, tv, reading, music, cats, cheese stuffed crust pizza, vinyl records, jigsaw puzzles

- spam liking my posts is fine but if you do like what you see please give me a reblog! don’t hide me in your likes. also do not add captions to my posts that makes me angry.

- all my posts are under #me or #enchantinghoneypie i also have a reddit with some more nsfw content at u/enchantinghoneypie. if you’d like even more of me, i have a snapchat for $10. i plan on making a backup blog soon (and maybe even a new nsfw 👀).

- if you want to tip me or get me a gift my cashapp is $Enchantinghoneyy (will be updating my throne soon)

❌ DNI if: no age in bio/pinned post, blank blogs, racists, homophobics, transphobics, etc., feeders/feedees, fat fetishists

this is a work in progress more to come ✨🥰

[toji-sweetheart]

(Firstly, I'm sooo excited for your Kinktober 😍)

Secondly, I'm having Toji thoughts again. Just imagining having a cute, little house with him and giving him permission to free use whenever he wants. You know he's not gonna pass up breeding (or eating) His pretty pussy whenever he wants. (Which you already know is absolutely gonna be often, definitely every single time he sees you bent over)

18+ only content - mdni

yeeeeeeeeeee me too 😭 a bit nervous but overall excited! I got four done so far! it will take me three months to get them done I'm sure lmaoo so it's a very extended kinktober btw the use of his pretty pussy is so ksfjjstrrt

tags: fem reader + free use kink + explicit smut

When you and Toji started looking at houses you always teased you'd walk around naked and he told you to be careful or you'd end up face first in the floor with your ass perched high in the air for him.

Every single living room you looked at you pictured him bending you over pieces of furniture and all the positions he could get you in.

Then you both finally found the perfect home, a two-bedroom nestled close to town that was in a good neighborhood. "Now that we have a home that's just ours, I am giving you permission to use me however you need me at the moment," You told him with a grin.

That was on moving day and it's only been three days since then but you were sure Toji had taken you on every surface in the place claiming you over and over in your shared home, his place with you.

He really wasn't expecting to come home after work to see you stripped bare, flaunting everything you have to offer and Toji couldn't pass up on pushing you over the arm of the couch that evening.

His hands felt warm on your ass as he kneaded the flesh while kissing the globes, barely sinking his teeth in before dragging his lips and kissing where you really want it making your knees weak.

Toji is such a tease making you squirm as he holds you still to eat your cunt until you're a crying blubbering mess unable to stop yourself from coming again and again before he fucks you nice and slow.

[wondeurwall]

Idk if u've seen rafayel's new oracle story BUT IT HAS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND

"What if i make it up to you like this yeah?"

MAKE UP SEX WITH RAFAYEL.

TELL ME DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE IT OFTEN?? But ones in a more playful sort of way not really full on arguments if you get what i mean 😩💗💗

oh my god please, nonnie, rafayel's oracle story is literally the only thing on my mind. i've been so unwell

i went in with one dream and spent everything i had because my luck is abysmal. and, the worst part?? I CAN'T EVEN BE UPSET ABOUT IT 😭🫵🏻 it wasn't what i expected. it's kind of funny ASKDDJKD!! i thought it'd be myth related. instead, i was blessed with rafayel.... kisses... 🥰

itty bitty nsfw 🔞 mdni.

rafayel would 100% down for playful makeup sex 😵‍💫💕 honestly, he'd pull any kind of excuse just to get you undressed and fucked out in bliss. he loves how pretty you look when you cum 💕 even more when he and you can get a good laugh in between because he'd appreciate lightheartedness in intimacy. after all, he wouldn't have sex with anyone else! he needs trust to do those sweet, silly things too, and he can only ever do that with you.

because i think he'd find a lot of fun with it, he'd do it often, but the sex doesn't necessarily need to be absolutely mind-blowing once initiated. banter is fun, even better when it leads to sex, but he just loves being close like that: naked and a tangled mess of limbs with the warmth coming from your body to his.

he's a night owl, so he's unintentionally ignoring your texts. maybe, even misses a few phone calls or immediately ends an incoming one, thinking it's an alarm he set up before. part of the day goes by and you're coming into his home to make sure he's doing alright. there's no use in pretending that you aren't upset. because you are upset! you didn't hear from him 💔 but, you find that he's just now out of bed after finishing a new piece of art.

"were you asleep this whole time?" you ask.

he rambles on about a sudden inspiration he had and that, "it'd be wrong to rest when the idea was too good."

you listen, nod, but truthfully some of his words go in and out the other ear. you frown at him. and, when he asks why you have that look on your face, you're quick to say, "i'm sure you can figure out why."

he knows. of course, he knows. he reads you well, just like you do him. then, his shoulders are a little hunched over, and he's laughing!

"i've really spoiled you," he says softly. his hands are on your hips the next second, pulling you close. "mm, why not let me make it up to you? i'm awake now, and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

he lifts you and lays you on the couch. kisses you while he thinks about how many times he can get you gushing on his fingers and tongue before his cock.

OR, if you're the one making it up to him 🥹

accidentally spilling paint on a good shirt of his? you're panicking as soon as it happens. your hands move faster than your mouth, and you're halfway with unbuttoning his shirt before telling him he needs to take it off.

his laughter is what stops you. it dawns on you! but, to be fair, your thoughts don't have anything else besides: the shirt must be washed before it really stains.

"someone's being bold," he chuckles as your eyes meet. "did you plan this?"

"what?" and, the fabric drops from between your fingers. rafayel doesn't miss the way your gaze falls briefly, catching the sight of his bare chest, last 2 or 3 buttons barely laying over his abdomen. "me, ruining a piece of clothing that's probably over three times my budget? i don't think that's planning. it's called being clumsy."

your face feels warm. you take a deep breath, reach out to him, "c'mon. i'll wash it. take it off before the paint makes it unsalvageable."

rafayel clasps your wrist with his hand, steps into your space, voice deepening with a tinge of playfulness, "no, i can think of a better idea. how about me and you have matching clothes?"

he embraces you, gets you wearing blotches of paint too, and you want to argue. but, you can't find the energy to when one hand is guiding your head back and the other is tugging on your neckline. rafayel's lips move to your throat first. then, trails open-mouthed kisses along the rest of your neck, jaw, the base of your shoulder, before whispering, "it's a good idea, yeah?"

since you're the one to make a mess of his shirt first, he wants you riding him as compensation. to make him feel good? yes, sure, he loves that. though, the reason for it, most of all: he wants you using his cock like you own it. wants you aching and desperate for him. cum all over him, feel good because of him. nothing gets him going more than watching you bounce on top and moan his name so sweetly 🥰

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[frillyre-archived]

❁　　bibi reden pngs ！　☆ 　 —　self indulgent！ 　 ♡⃞ 　 　like/rb if using

[cyber333angel]

[romihearts]

HI OP, IM V EXCITED FOR THIS EVENT :) For the love letter event, may I request one for Malleus? But the letter details how he’s been doing his best to court the reader the whole time (likely with fae customs lol) but to no avail. So he decides this letter is his last chance to show he’s serious about courting.

💌 . . . A LETTER HAS ARRIVED!

synopsis. recieving a letter from malleus draconia!

content. i tried my best matching thr font to the canon handwriting

check my event here!

opening the envelope..

[crazyunsexycool]

Imagine Lottie is in Kindergarten and she gets expelled because she stood up for a kid who was getting bullied.

She thinks that she did something bad because now her teacher is really mad.

But Sugar and Bucky made her understand how proud they are of her for standing up against bad people and cheer her up and encourage her to do the same always!

I don’t think she would get expelled but maybe suspended just because she has super strength and maybe she pushed the bully a bit too hard. I also think she wouldn’t give two shits that her teacher was mad at her. Activate mini winter soldier with her scowl as she sits in the principal’s office. I think her and Henry would both stand up for the kids that were being bullied no matter what the consequences were.

Trigger warnings: Bullying, talk of illness, implied mention of cancer

Mini Avenger

Arms crossed over her chest. Anger flashing in her eyes. A frown on her lips. Charlotte was angry. She didn't understand why she was in trouble when she was only protecting a classmate from a bully. She was also mad at her teacher who had been mean to her. Then she was sent to the principal's office and Lottie was told that her parents had been called. When Bucky walked in through the door Lottie ran to him.

"Daddy." She got teary eyed the minute he picked her up.

"Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. Thank you for coming in on such short notice." The Principal, Mr. Giles, stands to greet you. "Charlotte please wait outside."

You had been standing next to Bucky trying to make sure Lottie was ok and you turned to glare at him.

"We need a minute to make sure our daughter is ok."

"Well, it's very important that we-"

"It's important for us to speak to our daughter and make sure she's ok first. Where can we speak privately?" Bucky says, leaving no space for discussions.

"I will give you a few minutes Mr. Barnes."

Mr. Giles walks out and closes the door behind him. Lottie reaches for you and you happily take her and give her a reassuring hug. You take a seat and settle Lott down.

"Am in trouble?" Lottie looked from you to Bucky with a sad look on her face.

"Tell us what happened. Why did you push that boy?"

"He's a bully. He was being mean to Gracie." She explains.

"Ok but did you follow our rules?"

"I did mama, I pwomise." She sniffles. "I tell him to stop. Then I tell the teacher. But he push-ed Gracie an Gracie is sick she can't be push-ed. Am in twouble now?"

Bucky reaches out and wipes away a stray tear. "No doll, you did the right thing. But now we have to talk with your principal."

"Kay."

Lottie hops off your lap and together the three of you walk out to the hallway. There you see Gracie, who Lottie defended. She looked exhausted, her hair was thinning and she wore a face mask. Immediately you got even more angry at the situation. This little girl was being bullied and instead of the teacher protecting her, the bully gets protected. The boy you assumed was the bully, Connor, was also their with his parents.

"This way please. My secretary will stay with the children."

It took half an hour and Bucky holding you back from launching yourself at the bully's mom. She had the nerve to call Lottie a freak. In the end both Lottie and the bully were suspended. The bully's mom didn't want to have her son apologize because in her words he did nothing wrong. You saw Gracie's mom deflate and the lack of empathy. She quickly got up and left to find her daughter. You were right behind her only to find Lottie and Connor arguing again. The secretary was trying to separate them.

"Mrs. Barnes will you please take Charlotte?" The secretary pleaded.

"Come here sweet angel. What happened?"

"He's being mean again." Charlotte glared at the little boy.

Connor's mom walked out of the conference room next and grabbed her son to leave. Everyone else walked out into the hallway with Bucky being last. The principal didn't bother to see what happened now and headed back to his office. Even though Gracie was silently crying. When it was just you, Bucky, Lottie, Gracie and her mom you spoke up.

"I'm so sorry this happened." You say.

"It's not your fault. I just hate that Gracie has suffered so much. As if being sick isn't enough, now she is being picked on and she had no friends." She was on the verge of tears. Before you can even reach out to her Lottie is tugging on her pants.

"That's not true. I'm Gracie's friend. And I won't let anyone be mean to her, I promise."

That does make Gracie's mom tear up and smile.

"Mama can Gracie come over and have a tea party?" Lottie looks at you with hopeful eyes.

"Only if it's ok with her mom, sweet angel."

Lottie turns back to Gracie's mom who can only nod in agreement before Lottie runs back to her new friend.

"You'll meet everyone, it's gonna be so fun."

Gracie's tears are long gone while Lottie tells her everything they can do when she comes over. She talks about Henry, Peanut, Alpine and her dear Steebie. You exchange numbers with Gracie's mom and plan a playdate soon before you head your separate ways.

"I'm very proud of you, doll. You did so good standing up for someone that needed help." Bucky says as he buckles her into her booster seat.

"I do the right thing."

"That's right. You're a mini Avenger."

[wosemi-sama]

bestfriend! asmodeus, who begs you to tell him who you have a crush on. hes just curious!!

bestfriend! asmodeus, who upon finding out who you like, has frown on his face. but before you realize, he smiles, as if the disappointment was never there.

bestfriend! asmodeus, who will wingman for you, giving you confession ideas and drawing hearts on fogged up windows with yours and your crushs first initial just to fluster you.

bestfriend! asmodeus, who helps you write a confession letter and quietly watches as you slip it on your crushs seat, wishing it was him.

bestfriend! asmodeus, who painfully watches as your crush accepts your letter.

bestfriend! asmodeus, who slowly begins to distance himself from you, unsure of what to do.

[arabaka]

i promised more reigen and gojo (I'll get back on that grind soon) but I'm thinking about a follow up to messing with roommate denji, specifically telling your friends about it afterwards. like

"denji finally did something and we fucked after he caught me getting off on his pillow. I wonder how I can mess with him now."

and this is very specific but imagining him holding you up against a wall while he holds your legs and presses his forehead up against yours while fucking is doing something to me like hdhfhfhhfhf

(this fic changed my life BTW highly recommend if you haven't already read it https://www.tumblr.com/tteokdoroki/709164167622508544/%F0%91%8A%A1-hi-hi-pussy-drunkdenji-who-has-a-habit?source=share)

-sculpture anon (manifesting ask worthy gojo horny thoughts)

"denji fucks like a rabbit slay!!" is killing me i need more of this in my life...

can we both just live in this roommate!denji world together?? please??? im salivating...................

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ aged up!denji x afab reader. nsfw. wall fucking. cunnilingus. vague mention of possible possessive behavior.

your legs dangling off his forearms, muscles tensed from how much he's bullying his cock into you. your bodies sticking together with sweat, every inch of your skin glistening with either your juices or globs of his cum from his earlier orgasms because the thing about denji is... when you get him started, you're in it for the long haul.

he's a huge fan of edging, though i imagine this is something he learns because of you. let's be honest, you're taking that man's v-card- er, actually he'd be giving it to you FREELY.

"pussy so fuckin'... tight, shit. can barely move... open up, will ya?" he's nipping on the shell of your ear, fangs greeting your flushed skin before his tongue. man is nasty and depraved when he ruts into you, hips oscillating in a waving motion and smacking your cunt full of his long (and i mean long) cock.

probably eats your pussy against the wall all sloppy like too. he doesn't have a rhythm and honestly, probably isn't that good at it because he's focusing on the taste and just wants it ALL so there's no method to his madness. but he pops a finger in your pussy, thrusting it to the knuckle and the most loud and wet shlicking sounds coming when he decides to extend it to two.

the only bad thing about fucking your roommate on the regular is the man can't shut up about it. he's far too proud to keep it to himself. probably territorial too... so watch your back when you host another party and try cozying up to a rando.

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

I have been meaning to yap to you about this because I am a certified mafia jjun enjoyer but….listen!

two things: one (1) reader is hired by said mafia group to protect the leader (yeonjun) gosh I imagine like enemies to lovers? she hates yeonjun at first, and thinks he’s so so mean. At first he thinks “how is she going to protect me?” but she’s protecting him more than physically. he eventually eases up on her and ends up being mean to everyone but her. gahhh something about meanie jjunie that has a soft spot gets me.

two (2) this might be quick but reader and mafia boss tyun being from rival families, but they cross paths and end up falling for each other. aaaah forbidden romance <3

ASH I LOVE YOUR MIND. Thank you for feeding me with this. I’ve been craving gang txt ever since the new gbgb choreo, the part where it looks like they’re fighting 🫢 Number two (2) with Taehyun is so yummy, just imagine the banter they'd have with each other!

words: 1.8k oops

warnings: a bit of workplace discrimination, mentions of attacks, criminal activity, blood briefly, treating wounds, probably too soft at the end

If there’s one thing you’re going to do, it’s do your job damn well regardless of your personal feelings towards the man you’ve been hired to protect – and especially if said man seems to think you’re not fit for the job. It appeared Yeonjun was not pleased when you first showed up to work, pulling a member of his team aside and having what looked like a tense conversation. It only made you more intent on proving your position. You often butted heads, unable to agree on the right approach to many things. Yeonjun prioritized quick gains, confrontations and aggressive plays, recurrently willing to forgo his security or the safety of the more expendable members of his organisation to get what he was after. On the other hand, you wanted him to undertake less risky tactics, ones that were better for his reputation, his long-term safety. There were a couple of instances where he tried to plan some dealings without you, locking you out of his office and leaving you to stand outside fuming and trying to hear what little of the discussion you could through the crack in the door. The men took you even less seriously after that stunt – if the boss didn’t respect you, why should they?

Using your intel, you cleverly plan out routes for the driver to take that steer clear of trouble. At first Yeonjun is annoyed and questions the detour, but later that night, he learns through his informant that police were doing a random car check on the usual route, due to the crimes of a gang in the area. When he thanks you the following morning, you think you've earned the respect you've been craving. However, the good feeling doesn't last. As the day goes on, not only does Yeonjun give you his drink order, as if you're a simple assistant or coffee runner, he also laughs at a joke one of his men makes about you, right in front of you.

And maybe from time to time you fantasize about the young, stupidly good looking, ridiculously well dressed mafia boss getting what he deserved; about letting his laundering fall through, letting his shipment go to the wrong country, or turning a blind eye to the betrayal of one of his most valuable men that you have discovered. But you're a professional, and professionals don't let their sour thoughts derail their career.

It's only when the truth about the disloyalty of Yeonjun's right hand man is laid out for him that things begin to change. You had supplied all the proof, having hired a private investigator of sorts to get the incriminating photos you needed, accumulating dirt on the man who was Yeonjun's favourite, his oldest friend in the business, until there was no room for doubt in his mind.

What you hadn't expected was for the boss to show up at your place a few days after your exposé, looking more exhausted than you'd ever seen him. The betrayal had hit him hard. He seemed despondent as he glanced around at the place you lived, showing no reflection of his opinion. You weren't even sure how much he was taking in with those tired dark eyes. His hair was not to his usual standard, and his coat which was usually tied fashionably at his waist hung open and loose on his thin frame. You felt more awkward standing before him in this state than you ever had when he'd been laughing at your expense. You offered him a seat but he turned it down. All you could do was stare and wait for him to speak.

“I'm very grateful,” he began. His voice was hoarse, bringing a deepness to it you'd never known. Finally he looked you straight in the eye for the first time since he'd arrived. “I never would have seen it for myself. I was blinded by my… If you hadn't disclosed this to me…” It was the first time you'd seen him struggle to articulate himself. You nodded in understanding, and he seemed relieved.

After that, you were given a raise – a silent one, since he applied it without saying anything to you about it – and an office of your own. Not only did the jokes and snide comments from the other men stop, but they seemed to eye you with caution, some with reverence. You had become the one Yeonjun trusted most, the one he came to with his concerns, and nobody would ever question your value again. Not unless they wanted to face the boss's fury.

Things have been good for a while: you love your job – and maybe, as much as you hate to admit it, your boss, just a little bit? – when something unforeseeable happens. You're busy handling communications when you spot Yeonjun's ride pull up in the underground lot on the security monitor. Watching as the two front doors of the vehicle swing open and both the driver and the ridealong dash to open the back doors, your anxiety is thrown into gear. Then Yeonjun stumbles out from the back seat. You're on your feet before you see them check him over, out the door before he can wave them off.

By the time he's in the building, there are more men around him, asking questions and putting their hands on his shoulders in concern. He shakes them all off in annoyance, ordering them to get back to work. As the men fall away he spots you standing by, and he softens. When he approaches, you see the sharp red lines that are scratched into the side of his face, notice the bloody cuts on his hand as it sweeps his black hair up over his forehead.

“What happened?” you ask when he reaches you, even though you have a pretty good idea in your mind. You need to know anyway, as you keep a record of all offenses committed against him.

“It was an ambush,” he says simply. He watches your hands take his bigger ones from his sides and turn them over, inspecting. His hands suddenly feel cold in contrast to your warm skin as you make contact.

“Are you okay?” You glance briefly up to his eyes, indicating that your question does not refer to his obvious abrasions.

“That bullet proof glass might need a touch up,” he states rather matter-of-factly in reply, looking away from you. He sounds so nonchalant, as if it's not a big deal. Your heartbeat has picked up significantly, an unexpected reaction to hearing about danger that has already passed, and you realise that a threat to Yeonjun's safety means more to you than it should; more than a professional responsibility for his security.

You usher him into his office and locate the medical kit. This is the first time you'll be putting your first aid training to good use, you muse silently as you pull the lamp down close to Yeonjun's face. It's an intimate position you've found yourself in; Yeonjun seated on the large plush sofa while you hover above him, one knee on the seat of the sofa to steady yourself. You don't even register that your knee is between his spread legs, so focused on treating his injuries. You've never touched him before, and yet it feels like one of the most natural things you've ever done as you work instinctively, the fingers of your non-dominant hand along his cheek without your noticing. His warm eyes, which had seemed distant just a moment ago, check your face occasionally, until he abandons subtlety and they unabashedly train on you as you treat him, lit by the glow of the lamp. You try not to notice it, though you definitely do.

“I usually do this myself,” he says quietly as you reach for a new cloth and the bottle of disinfectant once more. The tug of a lazy smile appears on his mouth. “This is much better.”

Your eyes meet his, and all at once you feel much too warm. Now that you're not concentrating, you notice the placement of your knee, and your whole body seems to come alive. Retracting it as casually as possible, you hold your hand out to him, hoping your flushed state will go unnoticed. The feeling of his palm against yours sends sparks through you, making you feel like a stupid high schooler. He's still smiling, which makes it even harder to ignore. You suppose he's used to his life being threatened, used to targeted attacks, and that's how he's so calm after the ambush. Unless the starry look in his eyes speaks of an oncoming concussion.

He doesn't flinch once as you disinfect his scrapes and cuts. You're glad there's no glass to be picked out of the wounds. He watches everything you do quietly, and you find yourself having to remind yourself to breathe occasionally. It's new to be this close to him, and you don't hate it – not in the slightest. Most of his wounds are superficial, thanks to the bullet proof glass, and once you've applied coverings to the cuts on his hands, you're all finished. When you go to move the lamp away, you notice that his face has changed. He looks drained now, all his earlier charm and blasé attitude abandoned, maybe a little paler than usual even under the warm light, and you wonder if he's starting to feel the effects of the ordeal.

“I'll get you some water,” you tell him. Before you can move away, you feel his fingers softly grasp your hand. Your eyes come back to his face in surprise.

“Wait,” he says, a little weakly. His eyes are looking away from you, his brow quirked as though he's trying to figure something out. “I'm fine. Can you- can you just…”

There's only been one other time he's not been sure of his words before, and he'd been through something rough then, too. Something inside you begins to warm up and slowly melt as you realise that Yeonjun is not as unbothered on the inside as he plays on the outside. He may be tough, but he's not invincible. He may have had this kind of attack on his life before, he might even be used to it or expect it, but his body still undergoes the shock, even if it’s a delayed reaction.

His eyebrows are still slightly furrowed as he looks up at you. Without words and with the gentlest, smallest tug at your hand which you may not have noticed in another circumstance, which could probably have been played off as nothing if it had been rejected, he asks you to stay. You can't hide the smile that twitches at your lips. With something that feels like courage coursing through you, you step towards him. Turning slightly, you set yourself down on his lap and feel him relax. His arm winds around you to keep you snug to him and you lean your head onto his shoulder, getting a breath of expensive cologne. He sighs deeply before breathing evenly, dropping into a deep rest.

You're content like this, though you never imagined being this close to him, glad that he's resting when he clearly needs it, and proud that you could help. If this is how you can protect him physically, even if it's only in this small way, you'll take it. Though, in your head you've already begun thinking through methods of retaliation to whichever rival faction made this attempt on his life.

[tteokdoroki]

omg have you seen those parents on tiktok where they pack lunch for their kids? i feel like bkg gets a tiktok account dedicated to packing lunch for them, some special tiktoks packing lunch for mama too hehe

please im chewing bricks rn :(( i love this

like katsuki with his cute little set up— his phone with your merch as his phone case on a tripod so he can get the right angles, and such, he’ll always introduce himself as “katsuki bakugou, dynamight, father of three— and no i won’t be yer fuckin’ daddy. ‘m married.” in his gruff voice, which is either sleepy if he’s doing a school run or pretty chipper if it means he gets to see you at the agency.

like okay, bakugou being a stay at home dad after your third kid ‘cause they’re like a miracle baby and he had a serious injury so he’s got time off— and kirishima suggested he make some kind of ‘parent tiktok’ to pass the time when the little one is sleeping. OKAY I DIGRESS BACK TO THE POINT

so bakugou is in charge of making cute little bentos :( two for the eldest whebever he’s taking them to school— preps a healthy main meal and snacks ‘cause “they’re growin’ kids, eat like a fuckin’ rugby team ‘n only two of them can have solids.” but he’ll say it with such pride, because bakugou loves nothing more than his children, if not you.

“kayako’s havin’ extra today since she wanted to try out fer her middle school’s football team. gonna make her something special, for good luck ‘n shit.” STOP? katsuki smiling at the camera so wide as he shows off the fresh batch of strawberries he picked with the kids at the weekend while you were away on a mission. he probably dips them in chocolate and puts them into those cute little fruit cases in the bottom layer of his daughter’s bento— happily chatting away about her, carefully explaining what he’s doing before he writes her a sweet note like.

‘good luck princess, knock ‘em dead - love dad’

in one of his other videos, katsuki rants along about his middle child— his son, the picky eater and how much you worried about him when he first started eating proper foods, you’d both tried everything until he was old enough to have rice and bakugou’s mother in law made your son— onigiri. ever since then, big burly dynamight in your cute and kiddy destroyed kitchen goes onto explain, he’d learned every way to make the perfect onigiri for his son and goes onto make them in dinosaur shapes as he packs them up for your boy.

sometimes, in the tiktoks where bakugou visits you at work, he’ll let your youngest sit with him on the counter and eat the veggies katsuki cuts up for the curry for you— he’ll let her help write a chicken scratch note saying they love you. he’ll film both of them walking to the agency with baby girl strapped to his chest and your surprised face when you see the loves of your life :(

it’s just so happy and nice <3

[cyber333angel]

(spoiler!!) i know they did NOT just kill my girl

[peachsayshi]

Oh to be Nanamis' arranged marriage wife. It's an adjustment for you both, but little by little, a bond forms. Nanami is being VERY considerate of you the whole time... until the day he hears you crying on the phone to someone you trust that he hasn't made a move on you yet. And then the flood of all his feeling for you come rushing out

*sigh* oh heavens, can you even imagine?

he's been cordial, a gentleman, so considerate over this arrangement that neither of you could control. he knows that he's lucky to be matched with a beauty as yourself, but he doesn't want to take advantage of the situation. yes, you've both created a bond but he would never want to abuse his power into thinking that you didn't have a choice regarding the intimacies in your relationship.

so of course it breaks his heart when he hears you crying, when you he hears you call yourself undesirable - because the man was trying his best all the while fighting against his instincts with every ounce of will he has. the way your voice breaks sits in his mind for the rest of the day, and eats him up from the inside out. he absolutely will not stand having his wife be so upset.

you've been sleeping in separate rooms since you started living together, so you're completely caught off guard when he asks you to join his bed for the night. you don't even want to move once your are tucked under the sheets, so painfully aware of his presence and your racing heart which only stills when you feel his palm gently reach for your waist.

"is alright if I move closer?" he asks, and you shift onto your side to face him completely, lips parting at how beautiful he looks with the moonlight bathing his skin and his golden locks tousled in front of his eyes. you swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head, feeling the mattress dip as he seals the gap.

you arch slightly feeling his hands roam just a little lower and rest on the small of your back, and he gives you an encouraging smile before whispering "you can touch me, it's alright". your hands mindlessly reach for his broad chest, placing them flat against the firm muscle and feeling the echo of his heartbeat reverberate against your palm.

shivers run right through you when he leans a little closer, his lips brushing along your bow as he places the tiniest kiss. "this is nice, isn't it?" he asks, firmly massaging your tailbone and making your thighs clench.

you tilt your chin up, tucked comfortably in place where your lips are only inches away from his neck. you nip at your bottom lip before leaning forward to return the kiss, allowing your mouth to linger just a few seconds longer and drawing out a hum from your husband who tightens his hold against your lower back.

"yeah," you breathe, "this feels really nice."

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[jeonbunnie]

just finished crying my eyes out to love is gone & why do i lowkey want oc to have a major glow up, run into jungkook months later & him realizing he made the biggest mistake of his life like i want him to grovel so bad for her just so he feels a little bit of what she felt … omg 😭

I can totally see it 😌

He runs into you six months later, and the realization hits him like a truck. He fucked up.

You're out with your friends sitting at the bar, looking hot as fuck in tight little number he'd love to peel off you if your were still his. But you're not. And the only person he has to blame for that is him.

And maybe he's had a few drinks, but all he can think about is how pretty you look. Your skin is glowing, and your smile is brighter than he's ever seen, radiant like the sun. Suddenly, it hits him that this smile is not for him. That you'd smile might never be his again, and he's desperate.

He'd do anything to have that kind of sunshine in his life again.

“(Y/n)?”

It's not even a choice to call your name. It just happens. And yeah, maybe he's a little drunk, and if he were sober, he'd have the decency to leave you alone, but he just can't.

One minute, you're locking eyes; the next, he's chasing after you in the crowd, asking you to wait, to just hear me out.

You don't stop for even a second. It's not until you're out of the club and halfway down the street that Jeongguk even manages to catch your jacket and bring you to a pause.

“(Y/n), please. Just wait—"

"What? What do you want, Jeongguk? What could you possibly want with me now?"

Jeongguk wants so much he doesn't know where to start. He tried to apologize, to tell you it was a mistake. He was so, so stupid to think he could ever live without you.

It's been a couple of months since Jeongguk left your bed and walked out of your life. The moment he left your side, he regretted it. And with every step he took away from you, the feeling of dread only got stronger.

He tried to brush it off, tried to reason it out. Things were still fresh; of course, he'd still feel an emotional connection to you. It would pass. Right?

Except it didn't. That empty, hollow, missing feeling didn't go away.

Not when he moved out. Not when he got his own empty, lonely apartment. Not even when Jeongguk tried dating again. Because no one he dated could compare to you.

That ache for you stayed. Always.

He wanted to tell you all of this, but he can't tell by the look on your face that he only has a couple of minutes—hell—seconds before you turn around and leave him behind. This time for good.

So Jeon Jeongguk kneeled, his knees pressing into the hard concrete beneath him. It was gravelly, and he could feel wet spots sink into his jeans from when it rained outside earlier, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about the mess.

All he cared about was you.

Jeongguk begs. "Please. Please give me another chance."

"What? You broke up with me, remember?" You moved to pull away, but Jeongguk held your hand, anything to keep you near.

"It was a mistake. Ending us was a mistake."

"Jeongguk… you're drunk. You won't even mean this in the morning."

"I mean it! I mean it."

I regret it every day." Jeongguk leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek against your thighs. Maybe it's a little pathetic, but he can't help himself; he needs to be close to you in any way he can. "Can't we just start over?"

"Jeongguk…"

Jeongguk looked up at you then, his nose red and his lashes wet with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He means it; he really does. Jeongguks hasn't been more sorry about anything in his life.

"If you give me another chance, I won't ever let you go again. Say yes. Please?"

Please, please, please?

[crazyunsexycool]

Lottie after following Fury around for a day. 🤣🤣

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Bucky would be livid, Sugar would low-key find it hilarious!

Potty Mouth

Lottie would decide one day that she will follow Fury around just for fun. At the beginning of the day Fury does his best to not curse in front of her but at some point some dumb agent makes a really stupid mistake and he just says it. It just slips out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Yeah, the fuck is wong with you?" Lottie is looking up at the agent, hands on her hip and a scowl on her face.

Fury sighs and dismisses the agent.

"You can't say that word."

"Is kay. I says bitch." Lottie shrugs and goes to sit at her self appointed desk which was really just the coffee table in his office. Fury shakes his head and goes to his own desk to get more work done.

****

"Oh fuck."

The conversation you and Bucky were having stops immediately. Both of you make your way to the living room where Lottie had spilled some water on herself and the floor. She looks up as you both walk in and gives you a sheepish smile in hopes of not getting in trouble for the mess.

"What did you say, doll?"

"I says 'oh fuck.'"

"Where did you learn that?" You struggle to not laugh.

"Fuw-e says it too. An says muthafucka a wot."

Bucky takes a deep calming breath and lets his shoulders slump. This wouldn't be the first or last conversation he would have to have with Charlotte about her potty mouth. Two things will always stand true with Charlotte, she's sweet as can be and she curses like a sailor.

[lix-ables]

I think overstimming subby Lix would be the prettiest sight🥴 I think he looks so pretty when he cries and I literally would give my soul to see it and experience it for real, any thoughts?😁

OOOOOOOOH?? omg omg okay see LISTEN OKAY hear me out

SUBBY!LIX would look so pretty, so innocent and im talking 'bout femboy!lix here okay, but oh his mind is oh so so perverted. his constant thoughts about you? yes please. wishing it was your hand stroking his hard dick instead of his fingers? hell yes.

SUBBY!LIX loves overstimulating himself, and being overstimulated by you. he just loves the idea of you calling him your pretty little slut, and how well he's doing even when he's begging you to stop.

SUBBY!LIX loves the idea of being teased, and in what form? either edging or overstimulation. the way his eyes flutter when he comes for you? the way you make him look into the mirror in front of you as you stroke him, your fingers rubbing circles on his already twitching dick? omg its a sight to see.

going back to him and his pervy thoughts, he would be so shameless, when it comes to taking your panties, rubbing the material on his length, wishing he was deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around him. he loves the idea of him getting caught?? jerking off to your panties?? because you would tell him to continue, and you watch him spurt over his stomach, and in a second you're in front of him, helping him come once again. ( and maybe two more times that night ^^ )