#also his pink pillow hehe

[lumberjerk]

thinkin about michael's lil dolly guy on his bed.. i wonder if it's supposed to be him? dark hair, white face, zipper mouth (doesn't talk), and he was shot in the eyes in 2?

[kissforyouu]

finding your boyfriend sleeping in your hyperfeminine pink room ! <3

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pairing : jungkook x sanrio girl!reader

genre : fluff

warning : nothin just pure fluff 🥰🥰 , oc babies him , reader calls him princess , he calls her nicknames (baby/princess) , he sleeps on her tits

unedited.

exhausted, tired, that's what you were.

you just finished tutoring 2 little kids. one of them was an absolute angel sent from heaven to make your shift easier, but the other, oh god, that little she-devil. don't get me wrong, you still liked the other kid, but she can really become a handful at times. doesn't matter, at the end of the day you get paid and at least one of them learns something. right?

right now, all you could think of was about your boyfriend who should be at your home right now. your parents aren't home tonight, so you figured why not invite your boyfriend in and have the whole house for you and him.

cute, right?

speaking of cute, you clip your hair back up into a messy bun using your newly bought my melody hair clip. jungkook, your boyfriend, always liked the way your overgrown bangs fell down to frame your face. and he also made sure to buy you all of the cute little hair clips he saw, because he knew you liked cute stuff. hair clips, plushies, figurines, clothes, make up — you name it.

jungkook always called it childish, though. you found it funny. and cute. cause he always got you anything you liked, despite his thoughts on it. hehe.

you make your way through your living room silently, eyes scanning around trying to spot jungkook.

what would he be doing right now? it's 3.03pm, the clock read.

"gguk?" you murmur while nibbling on your lower lip — a habit of yours.

shrugging your shoulders, you hum a small melody to yourself while making your way to your room.

the first thing you notice the moment you open the door to your room was the fact that the A/C was on. that could mean only one thing.

your eyes shift to your bed to find your boyfriend practically suffocated and wrapped up with all your blankets around him.

your heart just—melted.

the sight of your big, buff, muscular boyfriend on your bed, wrapped up with your pink blanket with flowers all over them, curled up in a ball hugging your cinnamonroll pillow. (look at the header.) made your heart squeeze multiple times.

the sheets were covering him from his chin to downwards. so all that was visible was his head and the outline of his arms and legs—oh, aWWW! his toes were also peaking out due to the blanket being not big enough to cover his entire body.

if you listened carefully, you could hear his soft light snores escaping. you scrunch your nose up, letting out a small giggle.

he is so cute!

you quickly pull your phone out to take a few pictures of your boyfriend. you're so gonna tease him about this later.

you walk to your bed, sliding your slippers off slowly get on the bed. you measure each of your movements, not wanting to wake up the sleeping beauty on your bed.

coming to think of it, you were quite sleepy yourself.

laying next to your boyfriend, you grab one of your kuromi blankets and throw it over yourself. grabbing one of your plushys that were placed around the bed, you hug it close before throwing your arm over your boyfriend's figure.

snuggling your face into the junction of his neck and shoulder, you gently kiss it, then close your eyes.

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you squeeze your eyes, slowly opening them after. you had woken up after your lil nap. squinting your eyes, you look around— oh yeah! hehe. your boyfriend! he was still sleeping like a baby, making you snort a little.

suddenly, jungkook shifts positions and turns around to your side. he was still sleeping, but his eyes were slowly fluttering, adjusting to the light after a long nap.

jungkook opens his eyes, nose scrunching as he licked his dry lips.

"baby?" his voice sounded so crispy.

"slept well?" you tease.

"oh." jungkook groans, rubbing his eyes. he takes off my flower printed blanket off of him as he sits up on the bed. he doesn't let go of my cinnamonroll pillow though, hugging it closer to his stomach.

"stop it." jungkook rolls rolls his eyes.

"no, you were cute!" you giggle.

"yeah, yeah, whatever" he murmurs, looking away from you.

"mhmmmm..." you hum with a sarcastic tone.

"have you, uh, always had that poster? is it a new one?" jungkook asks. he scratches the back of his neck. clearly he's trying to change the topic. cute.

"mmm, no, i've always had it."

"ah, really? never noticed."

the air was awkward for a few seconds, then you break the silence with a giggle. stop he's so cute.

you sit up on the bed and scoot closer to jungkook, throwing your thigh over his to balance your body over him. he is still looking away, the little annoyed expression on his face making your heart squeeze over and over (in a good way!).

kissing his cheek once, twice, thrice ;

"awww, ggukie. i love you so much!" you coo.

jungkook groans, his hand flying to your face to push it back, but you see the small smile creeping up his face.

you laugh, pointing at his face.

"see!"

"shut uuuupp! i had no choice but to sleep in your little princess bed, okay?" you watch him lazily rub his face.

"it's okay. you're my princess after all." you smile.

jungkook lifts his eyebrow at you, the corner of his lip curling upto a smirk.

"yeah? what are you, then?"

"me? uhhh, could be your princess. we can be princesses together, kook."

you probably sound so stupid right now. doesn't matter, it's jungkook whom you're talking with.

jungkook leans forward to grab your wrists to pull you towards his chest. his palms sneak under your skirt to settle on your ass cheeks, pushing your whole body up. strong.

"gimme a kiss, princess."

happily, you cup his cheeks press a big fat kiss on his lips. you pull away just to kiss him again, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. jungkook's palms rub your flesh, squeezing it.

he leans to give another small peck to your lips once you pull away.

"bubblegum lipbalm?"

"mmhm! bought it, uhhh, last week? i think."

jungkook hums, nodding his head.

"lay on the bed, 'm sleepy" he signals.

you squint your eyes, confused.

"but you just woke up? why're you sleepy again?"

"just am— ah, top off."

ohhhh.

you proceed to take off your top but leave your bra, then laying on the bed. jungkook smiles wide, settling himself in between your legs and his head on your right breast.

you giggle, loving this moment. you pull up the cute flower blanket of yours over the both of you to cover you both up. jungkook clutches onto your cinnamonroll pillow again, hugging it with his arm as he drifted to sleep.

"best sleep i'm ever gonna have..." he mumbles.

cute.

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(photo from pinterest)

[slvtforoldermen]

Pedro’s Characters: The Dick-tionary

How big are Pedro Pascal’s characters and some NSFW headcannons

(WARNING: DETAILS OF PENISES AND TALKS OF SEX - MDNI)

Part Two <3

A/N: Sorry I never continued Fluff February :(, I lost motivation so I’ll just write them and post them as a prompt list for whenever…

Joel Miller:

Okay, all his characters are big, it’s a known fact, but Joel is 100% the biggest. Probably about 8.5 inches, with a pretty pink mushroom tip, and GIRTHY AGH! There’s a vein on it that is really visible when he’s hard. Oh and his balls are big too. Everything about Joel is just big. Not only is he big but you best believe he knows how to use it too. He’s got a daddy kink… Fav positions are missionary and cowgirl, however when he’s angry doggy or the mating press are a no-brainer. Daddy kink! DOMINANT!!! There’s no way this man is a sub, it just doesn’t work, he’s just so dom yknow, and when he’s soft, he’s the sweetest he’s ever been, but if he’s angry, hard dom Joel comes out and that’s a man you don’t wanna piss off if you wanna cum. He’s got such a daddy kink. “Fuck babygirl/boy, you’re so fucking sweet, sugar. So fucking good for daddy. Yeah baby? You like that? Such a good little girl/boy, so fucking sweet.” Daddy kink is such is a big thing for him. Hair wise? Well it’s the apocalypse so it’s probably hard to find the Manscaper 3000 or whatever. He trims his hair with some scissors, honestly he didn’t really care for shaving before you, so he just let it grow, but once when you were sucking him, you almost sneezed from how much it tickled your nose and made a little joke about it after, which made Joel feel a little bad so he cut them just a little shorter. Oh I’m sorry and did I mention… DADDY KINK!!!

Javier Peña:

(Here I’m purely writing about Javier Pena in a fictional sense AS PEDRO, not the real guy, this has nothing to do with the real Javier Pena)

Okay, Javier, my baby daddy. Um, who said that- ANYWAYS! Javier is probably the second biggest, in joint place with Oberyn, definitely about 7-7.5 inches, as he’s nicknamed by moi, the Pussy Slayer of Medellin. It goes without saying that Javier is rough, as we’ve seen, side note: I don’t know why I thought watching Narcos with my family would be a good idea… I was sat on the couch like “😀 okay, I’m watching Pedro have sex next to my mum, just a normal Saturday morning…” anyways back to it (hehe Negan reference) but Javier is rough, doggy and cowgirl are his favourite positions, but sometimes when he’s feeling a little somber he likes a little missionary. As how domestically-kinky I like my men, I’m a little disappointed that Javier isn’t a committed man, but he does have a tiny 🤏 breeding kink, he defo isn’t a fan of being called daddy, in fact just call him Javi and he’s yours, and he’s dom obviously. “Oh carino, you take my cock so well, you good little whore… fuck… my sweet little angel.” I mean, we’ve all seen his hair, so do we really need address it, that also might genuinely be my fav sex scene in all of cinema history.

Oberyn Martell

Okay, admittedly, I haven’t seen any proper scenes of Oberyn, because I’ve just started GOT, so I have no clue what his character is like apart from being a HUGE BISEXUAL SLUT, so he’s just like me 🤭

Oberyn, tying with Javier, is about 7-7.5 inches, and I feel like his cock is definitely a lot more tan than others, idk why, it’s just an instinct. Defo uncircumcised. His fav positions are definitely cowgirl OH and dude is the literal definition of a pillow prince, again, just like me. Suck his dick, please, just suck his dick. Again, I don’t know how he’s presented in GOT, but I’m like 74% sure he’s dominant? From the clips I’ve seen 🫣 Hair wise, do razors exists in the GOT world? Or does my man just shave himself with a sword.

Javi Gutierrez:

Oh my sweet baby Javi… he’s so kinky. I’m fully convinced he’s into full BDSM, not so much where he has to do it every single time, but maybe like once a month. When I was watching TUWOMT for the first time, when Nick is about to go into the room with all his merch and stuff, I was dead convinced it was gonna be a sex dungeon. There’s no way a man is this sweet and adorable without being into some freaky shit.

Anyway, Javi is about 6.5 inches, with a sweet pink tip and he’s definitely a giver not a taker, don’t get him wrong, he ADORES you with his dick in your mouth, but he prefers to eat you out/suck your dick for hours on end. Oh and he’s a sweet talker, when you guys aren’t being full kinky, he’ll praise you to hours on end, mumbling in your ear how good you are in that sexy accent of his. Is a little bit of a switch, but mostly dominant, soft dom if it’s a normal night but if it’s that special night, only your safe word will pull him out of hard dom space. Definitely the type to overstimulate you in a sweet way “you can take it right sweetheart? Mi amor~ just take my cock nice and good, ahí tienes.” Um, daddy kink for surely, but not like every single night like Joel. But when he’s between your legs, and he’s stimulated you so far into sub space, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, and you’re reaching up for him, babbling how good his cock feels in your hole, he can’t help but coo down at you and praise you so hard. He’s not bald, but his hair isn’t long, just trimmed to the point where it tickles your nose when you suck his cock.

Din Djarin

Okay, so I think it’s canon that Din hasn’t really ever felt human touch, so I feel he’s really inexperienced… but the dude’s got a pretty dick. Like it’s just so… pretty. About 6 inches with a sweet baby pink tip, he’s so sensitive too. He loves head but he really can’t say it, he’s just too embarrassed. I just get the vibe that he’s mostly subby. He tried to be dom once but the poor baby couldn’t handle it all. But then he tried again and he did so good, but it tired him out, so if he’s domming, which is once in a blue moon, he’s going to be soft, maybe even softer than Javi. Mommy/Daddy kink!! “Please, I’m good right? Please, please tell me I’m doing good… you always feel so so good, I love you so much.” Please, he’s so sweet I love him. It’s rare that you guys get off together because of reasons due to his upbringing and stuff so he just likes being taken care of, the sweet boy. Before you, he never really cared for shaving, so when you first strip together, he’s a little nervous about it, and then after that he trims it, quite short.

Marcus Moreno

If anyone says this man is a hard dom they’re just kidding themselves, this man is the sweetest man out there, obviously not as much as Din ofc <3.

Marcus has an obsession with using his hands, making you cum just by fingering you. Then when he’s inside you, he slips his fingers into your mouth, or around your neck, or on your cheek. His dick is about 7 inches, and like everyone else, knows how to use it perfectly. Angel is one of his favourite nicknames to call you. “My perfect Angel, taking my cock so good baby…” whilst hes thrusting into you ever so gently. Would never EVER do it when Missy is around, so quickies before picking Missy up from school are his go to, but he loves the days where his mom can take her out for the day or even a grandma sleepover so he can be with you for hours. You under him, over him, him inside you, his good girl/boy, his good angel. Pleasuring you until you get numb. The armpit hair in the scene of the gif gets me and idk why, I have never had a thing for armpit hair but maybe I’m just really horny, but his hair down there is nice and trimmed, not bald, never bald.

Tim Rock(Hard)Ford

Here we go…

Oh Tim man! I have a teensy 🤏 detective kink so when Pedro played this role it was over for me.

Maybe it’s the greying, like Joel, but I feel like he’s huge, just like Joel. He’s 8 inches, living his best life. But he’s just a tired old man, so when he gets home, please just get on your knees for him, he’ll just lay there, stroking your hair, praising you, telling you how good you suck his cock. Then he’ll bring you up to the bed and return the favour, making sure to always get you to tell him about your day as he does so. Saturday nights are always his favourite time to rail into you, he’s had the whole day off, just resting, watching you walk around, getting him so worked up. He has a domestic kink. So seeing you do chores get him so hard. Loves fucking between your thighs when you’re sleeping because he gets home so late and just needs a little relief, but you look so cute and peaceful while you sleep and because he’s so considerate, he doesn’t wanna wake you. “So good for me baby, so good for daddy, gonna fill you up, you’re not gonna let any of my cum slip out right, gonna keep it all in your tummy, yeah, that’s it, cum for me.” TALKS YOU THROUGH IT!!! Sleeps naked. Not trimmed, not shaved, just grows it out, he’s old so he doesn’t care, it’s not like anyone but you would be seeing him like this anyways.

Dieter Bravo

I love Dieter, he’s so cute.

Not dom, but not sub either, just dom enough to see you break under him but sub enough to whimper and get soooo desperate. Such a huge pillow prince, he loves it when you suck him, especially when you grab his balls and caress them, he cums so quick when that happens. He’s about 6.5 inches, and it loves fast, not as in quickie, but he loves seeing you fall apart as he jackhammers into your hole. When you ride him he gets so sweet, and he can last long, don’t worry, but you just look so pretty on top of him, he can’t help it, please don’t be mad at him. Has a thing for dry humping, especially in the morning when he’s too lazy to move properly. “So good baby, oh yeah, fuck, grind against me just like that, mmmf fuck…” loves to beg and watch you beg, he’s so good to and for you, don’t doubt him ever. He doesn’t shave, he trims it, but he’s so goofy, so once he shaved it into a heart.

[hwaslayer]

butterflies (smg) | one shot.

—summary: life with your husband & daughter is always full of butterflies.

—pairing: song mingi x f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) established relationship/marriage, parents au | fluff, smut

—word count: 3.2k

—content/warnings: cussing/mature language (away from the baby!), quick neck/shoulder massage, innocent shower lol, lots of sweet kisses/making out!, unprotected sex, missionary, cowgirl, oral (f. receiving), fingering, sprinkle of breast play, multiple orgasms (two), it's incredibly soft and sweet smut though!!

—a/n: happy birthday to our mingi mangi, but also - happy birthday to my entire soul, my favorite person in the world, my other half @persphonesorchid. i love you more than you can even comprehend!!! 💞 whipped this up as a secret little bday present hehe

—on rotation: butterflies pt. 2 x queen naija

“Daddy!” Harin squeals when Mingi plops the tiny pancake onto her pink princess plate, setting the pan aside so he could place blueberries in a shape of a happy face.

“There, babygirl. All done!” He smiles at her and gives her a kiss on the top of her head. 

“No!” She pouts and points towards the fridge.

“You don’t like it?” It’s Mingi’s turn to pout.

“It's not done.”

“Hm.” Mingi hums as he stands there with his hands on his hips, pondering on what the 3 yr old is trying to tell him. Then, it suddenly dawns on him, snapping his fingers in the sudden revelation. “Ah! You’re right. I’m sorry, daddy’s fault.” He says, taking the can of whipped cream out of the fridge. “Here.” He chuckles, spraying a bit around the edges. “Better now, right?”

“Mhm.” Harin nods as smiles up at him, eyes twinkling as the three year old looks at him in pure adoration. She was daddy’s girl, and daddy’s girl at best. 

At this point, you’ve headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, watching your husband plop a small amount of whip cream on your daughter’s tiny little nose before she does the same on his cheek. You giggle as Mingi swipes the tiny trail of whip cream with his finger, plopping some more onto her nose.

Butterflies.

It’s the way Mingi looks at her like she’s his entire universe, like he adores her and loves her more than words could ever capture. It’s the way Harin constantly yearns for him and asks for his company, his jokes— making him smile and laugh in return because of her silly antics.

They give you butterflies.

“Mommy!” Harin is a giggling mess as she lays eyes on you, her dad smiling innocently off to the side.

“Daddy making a mess, huh?” She sticks her tongue out to try and lick the cream from the tip of her nose. “Silly girl.” You chuckle as you wipe her nose with a napkin.

“Goodmorning, beautiful.” Mingi pulls you close and smiles down at you, brushing the hair out of your face before kissing your forehead. “Sleep okay?”

“I think so? I think a need a new pillow. My neck is kinda bothering me.”

“Hm. Does it hurt pretty bad?” Mingi asks as he turns to grab your plate and hands it to you. “Made you a plate, by the way.”

“Thanks, baby.” You press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips before sitting beside Harin. “And no, nothing a new pillow can’t fix. I think.” You shrug and settle down to eat.

“I’m sorry, love. Maybe I can give you a massage later to help?”

“If you’re not too busy.” You smirk as he sets his plate down and sits on the opposite side of Harin.

“Never.” He begins to dig in just as you do. “So, what does the princess wanna do today?” Mingi turns to Harin and she laughs.

“Can we go to the park please, Daddy?” 

“You wanna go to the park?”

“Mhm, with mommy too.”

“With mommy, too?” He repeats animatedly. “Sounds like a plan to me.” You laugh a bit as you brush Harin’s hair back and let her finish eating. 

“Okay, lovebug. We’ll go on a walk and head to the park together, but you’ll need to finish your food first.” You boop her nose. “Deal?”

“Deal!”

“There you go!” You cheer her on to make her laugh. 

Her laugh brings you butterflies.

Once the three of you have wrapped up with breakfast, Mingi takes the plates and washes it along with the bowl and pan he used to make breakfast this morning. It’s a crisp, cool morning, but nothing entirely unbearable. You’re dressed in a loose cropped sweater and sweats, while Mingi is in a shirt and track pants. He helps Harin into a light jacket and puts a beanie over her head, locking the door behind him once he’s gotten you both out of the door. 

The park is a close walk from the house, and it’s Harin’s favorite park of all time. The play structure is huge and updated, with features that most playgrounds nearby don’t have. For a minute, she’s walking in between you and Mingi, holding the both of your hands until she requests to be propped up on Mingi’s shoulders.

He willingly does it without complaint, always doing his best to make you and Harin the happiest.

When your family arrives at the park, there's only two other children playing around— giving Harin the ability to make use of her time at the playground wisely. Mingi joins along and plays with her, never showing signs of exhaustion or boredom even when he follows her around. He pushes her on the swings, plays tag with her, helps her down the ‘big girl slide’ and helps her cross the monkey bars confidently.

He is the sweetest, and even as time goes on, the butterflies you feel for this man only seem to increase— never dies, never goes away.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Harin yells for you at the end of the monkey bars, both your husband and daughter waving and yelling that she’s made it to the end. You laugh and eventually join in on their playground shenanigans before the hour quickly flies by.

Luckily, Harin must have enjoyed herself a little too much that she doesn’t complain when it’s time to go. She happily hops back onto Mingi’s shoulders as they sing a song with you on the way back home, running into the bathroom for a quick wash-up before plopping onto her usual seat at the dining table for a small snack.

You clean around in the kitchen, occasionally watching as she eats away at her strawberry snack bar. It doesn’t take long before she’s exhibiting signs of exhaustion and sleepiness:

One, she continues to rub away at her eyes.

Two, she begins to mumble her responses and pouts more than usual.

Three, she constantly asks for her dad to hold her.

“Alright, let’s get you outta here and into bed, babygirl.” He lifts her in one swift motion, bringing her over to you for a quick kiss. Once Mingi disappears upstairs and into Harin’s room, you finish up in the kitchen and head to your room to rest a bit. You change into shorts and a cropped tee once you’ve stepped inside, plopping onto the bed to get comfortable in the meantime.

“Phew.” Mingi says, quietly stepping into your room and shutting the door. “She knocked out quick. As soon as I tucked her in and gave her a kiss, she was out like a light.” You giggle.

“She had a blast at the park. She’ll have a good nap.”

“Yeah, she will.” Mingi plops onto the bed next to you as you try to sit back against the wall and put on a show to indulge in— feeling content with the fact that you don’t have much to do around the house today.

“Babe, we do need to get groceries when Harin wakes up though.”

“Okay.” He looks up at you as he continues to lay on his stomach at a weird angle on the bed, his hands gently tracing circles on your knee. “But, we have an hour? Maybe an hour and a half, until she wakes up? What can I do for you?” He places a quick kiss against your knee. “Neck still bothering you?”

“Kinda?”

“You sure it’s just your pillow?” Mingi looks at you with concern. He knows you’ve been having some rough, long days at work; though, you’re incredibly great at masking it because you don’t ever wanna bring that stress home.

He knows you, and he knows you well.

After all, you are his other half.

“Maybe? I think I’ve just been exhausted from work overall.”

“Come here.” He finally gets up and fixes his position, motioning for you to settle in between his legs. You comfortably sit with your legs crossed, while Mingi begins to massage your neck and shoulders; easing the knots you have felt from the past days. “Does this feel okay?”

“It feels perfect.” You breath out while his hands continue to do the work. You feel his breath against your skin, sending tingles down your spine.

“Good.” He chuckles as he watches you shift in your position, enjoying every moment of this surprise massage from Mingi. “What else can I do for you, love?” He asks softly, close to a whisper. “Can I make you feel better in any other way?”

“Hm.” You hum, his voice hitting a certain feeling in your gut, hitting you down to your core. “You make me feel better, Mingi. Just having you is enough." He hears the way your tone dips a bit, catches the way you subtly bite onto your lip and expose your neck more. He smiles to himself when your body continues to relax in his hold— lips grazing the surface of your shoulder, the nape of your neck.

“Yeah?” He finally plants a few kisses on your shoulders, moving to your neck, gently nibbling on your earlobe. “Does that make you feel better?” He hears the sigh you let out, feeling your hands rest along his thighs. “Or, this?” He asks, kissing your jaw.

“Babe, Harin.”

“The princess won’t wake up. I promise.” He chuckles a bit. “Let me take care of you.” 

“You always do.” You slightly turn to him and meet his eyes. He stares at you for a second, eyes darting between your lips, eyes, nose, mouth— everything about you that brings him butterflies. He smiles and brushes your hair back before caressing your cheek with his thumb, allowing you to sink into the palm of his hand and melt in his touch.

“And I’ll continue to do it, time and time again.” He responds. “Come here, baby.” Mingi brings your chin forward to kiss you on the lips, wasting no time to deepen the kiss. He swipes his tongue at your bottom lip before biting down and pulling back with a gentle tug. He quickly chases after your lips, tongue now dancing with yours and fighting for dominance. He lets out a soft sigh against you, moving you in between kisses so that he has you pinned to the mattress and underneath him.

God, you look good underneath him. 

Butterflies.

“So beautiful.” He mumbles against your skin, moving down to pepper kisses on the other side of your neck. You let out a small whimper when his hands trace the hem of your cropped tee, giving him full permission to remove it. He tosses it to the side, fumbling with your bralette next. You giggle when Mingi pauses and furrows his brows, not finding the hooks on the back like your usual bras. “Where’d they go?” He pouts a bit.

“I wore my lazy bra today.” You continue to laugh as you remove the bralette and toss it aside to join your shirt somewhere on the floor.

“Shouldn’t have worn one at all.” He smirks against your lips before diving in for another kiss.

“Definitely had to for the park.” 

“You wore a loose sweater anyway, pretty girl. Nobody had to know.” You chuckle at his remarks, running your fingers through his hair. He makes his way down to your collarbone, nipping and sucking on the surface before moving down to your breasts. You let out a tiny gasp when his tongue circles a hardened bud, closing in on it and pulling back with a pop. He repeats his motions on the other, taking more time when he feels you squirm underneath him. He plants a trail of kisses down your sternum— to your stomach, reaching your waist. His hands settle on either side of your cotton shorts, meeting your eyes as he tugs both your shorts and panties down and sets them aside. 

You are so beautiful.

Everything about you gives him butterflies.

“Fuck.” He lets out a breath. “How’d I get so lucky?” You shyly smile when you hear him ask while removing his shirt, settling in between your thighs in no time. His thumb is planted on your clit, easing in with a slow, circular pace. He watches as you slightly arch your back in response to his touch, biting onto your lip when he picks up his pace. He lowers his lips onto you, other hand settled against your inner thigh to keep you open for him. His tongue laps at your clit just as he inserts two fingers to prep you, spending his time just to continuously build that pressure for you. “Already so wet.”

“Mingi.” You call for his name as you tighten the grip on his hair, his fingers pumping in and out of you and keeping a steady pace. He continues his work, licking down every bit of you until he feels your breathing quicken, chest heaving up and down as your legs almost try to close him in.

“That’s it, baby.” He mumbles against you, hearing you let out a moan when you cum around his digits. “Good girl.” He praises, slowing down to give you time to gather yourself. He smiles and plants a kiss on your inner thigh before shedding off his sweats, aching to be inside of you sooner than later.

“God.” You whimper, watching him as he pumps himself a few times.

“Ready for me?” He lowers himself and whispers against your lips, hand still gripping his cock— running his tip in between your folds, nudging your clit to tease you.

“Yes. Need you.” The moment the statement leaves your lips, Mingi is inserting himself into you; the both of you let out silent moans against your lips, Mingi easing himself in until he bottoms out. He stills for a second, adjusting to the feeling— to you— relishing in every bit of the moment.

It’s the way you feel against him, the way your eyes flutter, the way you grip his biceps.

“Babe, please move.” You plead as Mingi presses his forehead against yours. He nods, beginning to work his hips at a slow pace while keeping his eyes locked onto yours. 

“Shit.” He lets out a moan. “You feel so good.” He picks up the pace, hitting you in all the right spots—

In and out.

Deeply, passionately.

You moan against him when he snaps his hips against yours, steadying the headboard with a hand as much as possible. Your nails are digging into him, and he loves every fucking bit of this.

The way you arch against him, feeling your warmth against his.

The way your eyes roll back every time he hits a spot.

The way you chase after his slips for a sloppy kiss in between the whines you let out.

You are perfectly crafted by the stars, holding the universe in your eyes, down to every inch of your body.

Mingi’s thumb starts to circle your clit just as he feels your walls clenching tighter around him. 

“Just like that.” You breathe out. “Mingi, please.” You beg and beg, hoping he’ll continue to work his way with you. You feel your stomach start to tighten, the coil within you threatening to unravel soon. Suddenly, Mingi removes his thumb from your sensitive nub— only to rest back on his ankles and let you sit on him. You carefully wrap your legs and arm around him while he kisses you, not wanting to break away from his lips. He has a hand tangled in your hair, while the other navigates down to your hip and gently encourages you to rock against him.

“Baaaby.” He hisses and breaks away from the kiss. “So fucking good. So perfect for me.” He continues to praise you as you roll against him, building enough friction to heighten the pleasure you feel. 

“Fuck— ” You whine as Mingi sucks on your neck. You tug on the ends of his hair just as you quicken your pace, feeling yourself tipping over the edge. “Gonna cum—” You moan, probably a little too loud for your liking, but it is what it is; you’re too into your man at this moment.

“Let go for me.” He says before letting out a low groan. “Let me feel you.” And in a two, three deep rolls against him, you find yourself unraveling at the same time Mingi fills you up. Mingi holds you close as you tremble against him, watching as your face contorts in pleasure, nails digging into his back as you let everything go. He caresses your back and runs his fingers down your spine, planting sweet kisses on your cheek, eyes, nose, lips.

Anything to ease you, soothe you.

“You okay?” He chuckles as he brushes your hair back and kisses you once more. 

“Mhm.” He looks at you so tenderly and lovingly that it drives you crazy, wondering how lucky you were to have him and Harin in this thing called life.

He will always give you butterflies.

“Let’s get you cleaned up?” He helps you off and leads you into the bathroom for a quick shower together. Mingi continues to shower you with love, peppering you with feathery kisses in between soaping you up and rinsing you off. Once you’ve both gotten cleaned up, you throw on some comfier clothes to prepare for the rest of the afternoon, while Mingi—

“Daddy.” The both of you hear Harin call for him. “Daddy?” She repeats with a slight whine, and you can only imagine the pout she’s sporting while waiting for her dad to come and get her.

“That definitely wasn’t an hour, babe.” He laughs a bit as he tosses on a new hoodie and matching sweats.

“Close enough.” He swings the door and finds Harin standing near her room in the hallway, waiting for Mingi to swoop her up into his arms.

“Had a good nap, princess?” You hear Mingi ask as he holds Harin in his arms and walks into your room. 

“Mhm.” She rubs away at her eyes before they land on you and she smiles. “Hi mommy.”

“Aw, sweet thing. Hi babygirl.” You walk over and kiss her on the cheek while rubbing her back. “You ready to have a little snack and head to the store with mommy and daddy?”

“Yes. May I have yogurt, please?” You giggle hearing her politely ask for her favorite snack. She gives you butterflies.

“Yogurt it is!” Mingi answers animatedly as he bounces her in his arms. “We’ll meet you downstairs?” He looks at you. “Does mommy need a snack too? I think she’s a little tired.” You playfully hit him on the arm and shake your head.

“No. I’ll be there.” 

“Okay.” He kisses your forehead and heads downstairs with Harin, making you chuckle to yourself as the two hum another song together.

They always give you butterflies.

[hyuckiefluff]

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1.2k

cw: consensual somno, unprotected sex, fingering + oral (fem receiving), reader’s boobs fit in mark’s hands, usage of terms like baby, princess and slut, a bit of cockwarming so no aftercare rlly

a/n: thank you for the request @jaemnationnn <333 !! hope you like it! i rlly wanted to get this out by today so if it feels kinda rushed it’s cuz it is T.T also i’ve never written anything like this so all feedback is appreciated!! also omgg i’m at 777 followers rn :0 feels like an important milestone hehe

Mark found you sleeping when he got back from practice. He checked the clock on the nightstand and realized it was almost 3AM so he thought it best not to wake you. But as he turned to leave for the shower, he noticed that you were wearing nothing but a shirt of his. You were also missing your underwear, he noticed as he carefully peeled the blanket off you. He cursed under his breath, struggle visible on his features.

He told himself he shouldn’t act on his perverted thoughts. You were both tired and he would hate to disturb you knowing you had to get up early.

"Hmm... Mark," you softly mumbled, interrupting his thoughts. You stirred a bit more, but within seconds your head fell back on the pillow as your body relaxed again.

Or so he thought, but then your hand suddenly ventured from where it rested in your stomach down between your legs.

You were having a wet dream, Mark gulped.

“God, you're gonna be the end of me," he muttered, walking closer to your snoozing self. He was sweaty from practice, but if he didn’t do something about the painful bulge in his pants, he was scared a blood vessel might actually pop.

He hesitated to touch you at first, even though you'd given him the green light to do this before.

"Mm… Mark…please..." you let out a soft moan, shifting slightly and revealing more of your soft skin to his hungry eyes.

He groaned, undoing his sweatpants and letting them drop to his feet. His dick sprung free in a violent manner, the tip blushed a painful pink.

He couldn't help but wonder what he was doing to you in your dream. Was he just touching you, or was he already balls deep inside you? His mind went wild and his body just followed along, silently stalking over your form.

He let his nose nuzzle your neck and you sighed in response. The sleepy sounds you made every second only fueled his actions, he left a wet trail below your earlobe with his tongue and let his hand wander down, fondling your right breast, replacing your own.

"Mark..." you moaned.

He murmured "M' right here, baby..." into your neck. His fingers found the warmth of your cunt as they moved between your thighs. He let out a sated sigh as his finger entered you with ease. You shifted lightly, spreading your legs wider. Even in your drowsy state, your body reacted to him so well.

"So wet..." He grunted and rutted against you instinctively. He didn't want to wake you, but he couldn't help himself.

"I guess my dirty girl had a dream about me." He bit your jaw tenderly and murmured. "Calling my name in your sleep like some slut in heat?"

You slowly opened your eyes, furrowing your brow in an attempt to focus your vision. "Mark?"

"Yeah, baby?" He was slightly out of breath, with heavy eyes on you.

"You're home… mngh" You moaned as his finger curled inside you.

"M’ sorry, baby...I couldn't help myself.” He whimpered, rutting against nothing.

"Mm...so sleepy," you mewled, gently reaching for his untidy hair.

"It's okay, you don't have to do anything baby." he cooed. You simply nodded, closing your eyes again.

With this, he wasted no time pulling your shirt up and locking his mouth around your already perked nipple.

He was quite obsessed with your boobs— how could he not be when they fit perfectly in his hands and felt even better in his mouth. He delicately bit, sucked, and kissed every inch of your chest, gradually moving down until he hovered above your heat. His mouth latched onto your core as if drawn by a magnetic force, groaning at the feeling of being engulfed by your scent, taste, and warmth. The man seemed to have an insatiable appetite for eating you out, clear by the fact that he would do it even in your sleep.

Mark enjoyed burying his head between your legs but what he really needed there right now was his dick so he pulled you down to eye level, glanced at your slightly open mouth, and took the chance to kiss you while positioning his tip in your entrance. God, it was ridiculous how tight you were even after he had prepped you with his mouth and fingers. Your gummy walls were practically swallowing him, causing his hips to waver and forcing him to grasp onto the sheets for support.

He tried to keep a slow pace, but this vice-like grip you had around him made it hard to control himself. He knew he’d cum early if he kept going at it like this so he switched to a position behind you while lying on his side. This was more comfortable for you and also reduced the impact of his thrusts so as to not shake you as much.

Nuzzling into your hair, he breathed in the sweet scent of your coconut shampoo. Coupled with the soft moans and occasional whimpers escaping your lips, it created his own little paradise.

There was something about seeing your most vulnerable reactions to his touches that had him utterly hooked. Maybe he needed to do this more often.

"So damn good, princess," he groaned, the sound of his skin against yours softly echoing in the room. His hands firmly gripped your hips, guiding you back so he could be (impossibly) closer. Meanwhile, his other hand snaked around your chest, toying with your nipple.

"Mmm..." you were mumbling something he couldn’t quite make out.

He didn’t know if you were fully asleep or just lost in incoherent thoughts before reaching your orgasm. Regardless, he sensed his own release approaching. Gripping your leg, he lifted it slightly so his thrusts could reach deeper.

"Fuuck..." he moaned, your walls coaxing the orgasm from him. The way you spasmed around him, milking him for all he had, had him seeing stars as he shut his eyes.

So much cum was dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets but Mark was utterly spent, the exertion of doing this right after practice taking its toll so instead of getting up and cleaning you with a wet towel, as he normally would, he simply took off his shirt and carefully wiped away what had dripped down your thighs.

After that, he found himself so comfortable in his current position that, before he could think to pull out, he was already dozing off with you.

[hyukassubi]

Txt when their s/o has chubby cheeks!!

A/n: AAA as a person with very cute chubby cheeks I just had this thought, so I had to write it down lol. Also this isn't proofread 🏃‍♀️💨

Genre: fluff<3

Warnings: none. (Tell me if there is any tho!!)

Summary: you got big ol' squishy chubby cheeks and the boys LOVE it 🥰✨

Yeonjun

Everytime you both do your facials, yeonjun would go behind you and wash your face for you, squishing your cheeks in every way possible infront of the bathroom mirror.

"Junnie, stop, I look like a dumpling!"

He doesn't stop. "My cute little dumpling." <33 He squeezes your face more.

He likes that name so much he calls you that pretty much everyday now

"Sleep well, dumpling."

You secretly find it cute but never tell him.

And do expect big fat kisses from him.

Especially after a big win, when Yeonjun's very proud of you or himself he just goes on over to you and places the fattest smooch on both your cheeks. (Yassss, we stan equality‼️🙌🙌)

Soobin

Soobin noticed how cute and puffy your cheeks looked, sorta like a rabbit.

And when the both of you started dating and he tried kissing you on the cheek, his world came to life.

Legit sparkles and rainbows in his eyes while he's trying so hard to keep a straight face.

From then on, he kept kissing your cheek. There was never a day he didn't kiss you on the cheek.

Not when he greets you with a kiss.

You'd be making breakfast and he greets you with a kiss. You'd come home from work and he walks up to you and kisses you.

It's second-hand nature at this point.

Sometimes he forgets whether or not he's kissed you yet and would ask you if he did.

"Y/n, did I kiss you just now?" 🧍😗🫶

"Yes, sweetie, yes you did." 🫶😊

🤨🤨 "I didn't? Darling I'm so sorry." He gets up from the dining table and walks over to you.

"But- baby you did-"

He kisses you anyway and you get all pink 💖💖

You're suprized how you kept track of his kisses up til this point.

Beomgyu

This man bites you.

He'd just walk over to you randomly then proceeds to suction cup your cheek with his lips

Legit you'd just be standing like 🧍 and then all the sudden you see this next to you: ✨👄✨

When he's in public he literally fights the urge to just nibble you.

He really likes the feel of your plushed cheeks on his lips, on his cheeks.

Yes he'd see you laying down and he'd lay with you, head on top of yours, cheek to cheek.

And you'd kinda just stay there, not moving, very much enjoying this 'cheek kiss'.

You'd play with his hair while you're at it and put on a show until the both of you sleep 🥰🥰 all cuddled up and drained from a long day, this is what the both of you need <33 (mostly what beomgyu needs, though)

He probably sleeps on your cheek better than any pillow (though you do tell him not to do that too much or for too long because health issues 🫶🫶)

Taehyun

Taehyun is more of a starer. You get me?

Like he won't necessarily knead your cheeks or stretch them out.

He kinda just stares.

Until you notice.

"Hi hyunnie!!" 🥰🥰

"Taehyun?" 🤨😦 "Taehyun are you alright?"

Man hasn't blinked in the last five minutes. "Hm? Yes sweetie of course I'm doing great." 🥰🥰

😭😭 you tell him not to stare for too long because sometimes things like this happen more than you expected or would like it to last.

So he pokes your cheeks.

Occasionally.

He leaves quick pecs if he's feeling a little bit lovey dovey that particular day but then quickly covers his mouth at your sheer softness like this 🤭🤭🤭

His lips still tingle after kissing your squishy cheeks <33

What he loves most is when you eat! Because you chew so cutely with your food kept in your cheeks making them even poofier and he just turns all pink and fluffy on the inside 😭😭

Literally imagine eating three times a day everyday with this man- this dude across the table smiling and blushing because of how adorable you are.

(but hey, you do kinda like it when he's totally focused on you hehe)

He couldn't help it!! You're too adorable 😭😭💞

Huening Kai

Like Yeonjun, Huening Kai likes to grab your face and play with your cheeks like playdough

Except he doesn't like anything getting in the way between his fingers and your cheeks.

Lotion, face wash, sunscreen, no to all of that

Mans lives for that skin to skin contact 👏👏🤩

Because of this, he kinda just rubs your face all the time.

Didn't matter what you were doing.

He could walk in a room and immediately cup your face

You would be eating lunch and your cheeks are EVEN CHUBBIER than normal and he'd poke it gently 😭😭

Here's the cutest part

You'd be sleeping peacefully right? And Huening Kai gets you all snuggled up and ready in bed

But before he sleeps with you, he snaps a picture of your angelic sleeping baby face 🥰💞💞

AND IN THE PHOTO HE'D LIGHTLY PINCH THE TOP CORNER OF YOUR CHEEK AAA 😭😭🤧🤧💞💞💞

Bonus: he'd send it to the Txt gc, and the other members would spam crying and heart emojis wishing they could touch your cheeks too 🫶🫶

KSMAJLAJA I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!

Reblog and review if you like my work 🫶🫶 they are greatly appreciated!!

[schlattsdoll]

Schlatt from the otk iq test video with school girl reader (praise/corruption kink)🙈

mine. all mine. - jschlatt

fem/afab reader

minors dni

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, schlatt calls himself daddy, rikki sucks at writing endings

notes: im thinking college au?? innocent!girly!reader x fratboy!schlatt??? inject it into my veins. i felt like a FUCKING GENIUS naming the frat hehe. also this is WAY LONGER than i wanted it to be, i got carried away again

it wasnt his fault you looked so good in your pastels and short skirts, paired excellently with knee high socks. your innocence adding to how badly he had wanted to corrupt you, to ruin you. truthfully, this was meant to be a study date, being paired with jay to do scene from romeo and juliet for an acting class. as you read the lines, your face flushed knowing what came next. sensing your nervousness, schlatt stopped you. "hey, you know we don't have to do this." his hand "unintentionally" on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. you shook your head, "n-no. we're gonna have too. it's not that i don't want too, y-you're very attractive its just, i uh, i've never done this before."

bingo. something as small as taking your first kiss would be more than enough to satisfy him until he could fully ruin you, make you his.

"i'd be more than willing to help doll." he winked, causing your face to flush again, hiding behind your hands. "don't hide that pretty face from me. i mean it, i won't bite. unless ya ask me too." his hand coming up and holding your chin in his hand. he leans down and kisses you gingerly, a soft moment between you too. as you melt into the kiss, schlatt's hands make their way to your face, holding either side of your cheeks. "wow..." you whispered breathlessly after pulling away, smiling. jay smiled too, "how was that toots?"

"can we do that again?"

you two had practiced the kiss, several more times than needed, each time increasing in force and passion. hands wrapped in each others hair, at one point you wound up in his lap.

thats how you wound up in his bed at the omicron theta kappa (otk) house. your back against his pillows, legs spread and skirt hiked up while he sat between them. his large fingers tracing the wet patch in your pink panties, teasing your soaked core while you wriggled under his touch. "j-johnathan." you whined out breathlessly. "is all this from me kissing you baby? look at you, ever touched yourself before dolly?" you hid your face in your hands ashamed and his smirk grew. "nothing wrong with making yourself feel good baby, lemme make you feel good. can i toots?" he started to pull your underwear down as you nodded your head, words lost in your throat. "use your words doll. i won't do anything unless i hear you say it." you manage to choke out a yes, very weakly. schlatt helps you wiggle out out of the now drenched panties, and smiles down at you. "if it gets too much, let me know."

schlatt takes a headband off his nightstand and pushes his hair back, and tentatively licks your sopping cunt, causing you to bite back a moan. "doll, lemme hear you. wanna hear all the pretty sounds you're gonna make." his mouth returning to your pussy, giving little kitten licks to your clit. normally, he was a complete munch, but he has to hold himself back to not overstimulate you. he brings his hand down to slowly insert a finger into your wet heat. you squirm and a little moan escapes your lips as he smirks once again. "you're so tight baby, gonna have to stretch you out before i can make you mine. that's what you are right, my little dolly?" he leans up to kiss you while he fingers you, tasting yourself on his tongue. he deepens the kiss when he adds a second finger, loving the way you moaned into the kiss. he pulls away to instruct you, "grind your hips down baby. that's it, my good girl."

jay caught how you had reacted to being called that. "oh you liked that didn't you? my good girl, love this tight fuckin pussy. can't wait to taste more of you." his thumb reached up to up to rub your clit, his fingers curling and hitting that sweet spot you've never been able to hit. he felt your walls clench around his fingers and he sped up just a little, "gonna cum for me toots? go on, cum for daddy."

your orgasm hits you like a brick wall, cumming hard around him leaving you breathless. schlatt pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, "so fucking yummy. wanna taste you everyday."

you go to sit up and get on your knees, when he looks at you like a confused puppy. "whatcha doin toots?" you look up at him, "a-aren't i supposed to do something for you now?" his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of ruining your pretty makeup and your pretty glossed lips around his cock, but he was eager to have you a moaning mess under him again. "next time baby, right now it's all about making you feel good. lay back f'me." you listened to the bigger man, laying back down, legs spread again. "such a good girl, listening to me. bet if i asked you to you'd play with that puffy clit again." schlatt pulled down his gray sweatpants and boxers in one fell swoop, so ready to stretch and mold you to his dick. your eyes widened at the sight of him, it was bigger than anything you've seen before in videos. you audibly gasped, stroking his ego. "don't worry doll, i'll be gentle with you. don't wanna break you. not yet at least."

he stroked himself, getting his knees onto the bed and lining himself up with your entrance. he barely put his tip in before you were moaning and writhing under him. slowly, he went in inch by inch, letting out a few guttural grunts and moans himself. "fuckin hell, s'fuckin tight baby. his hand went down to rub your clit gently, and you relaxed a little, letting him slip inside you more. once you gave him the all clear to move, his hips slid back and forward, pulling out just enough to have you whining before sliding back in.

"so good f'me doll. such a good girl, best fuckin pussy i've ever had nd its all mine isnt it? say it. say who you belong to."

you whine at his words, managing a pathetic whine of "you, oh fuck." he smirks and knows what he wants out of you, "say my name baby. fucking say it."

"johnathan!" you borderline screamed as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming on. "that's it, my good girl, cum for me." he felt himself getting close, balls tightening. "fuck, 'm gonna cum." he pulled out and stroked himself until he finished on your thigh with a groan.

running to the bathroom, he grabs a clean washcloth to clean off his sperm and clean off himself. then, he lays down behind you, holding you by the waist close to him. "i wasn't kidding when i said i wanted to make you mine doll. i really do, so whaddya sa? will you be mine?"

"'m yours jay."

as always, my inbox is open!! send in requests 💚

[fyodorloveclub]

thoughts on sigma? Can be sfw or nswf but im desperate for anything crumbs :')

i'll provide sfw and (n)sfw for u hehehehe. minors DNI !

✰ sigma is a very gentle lover. his touches, words, and actions are all very gentle and considerate he is just such a sweet boy

✰ sigma's receiving love language is words of affirmation. baby just wants to be told that he's doing a good job and to be reminded how much u genuinely love and appreciate him for who he is :") his giving love language is definitely acts of service though. he has a hard time expressing himself personally with words, he feels much more confident showing his own love and appreciation through his actions. he'll get your chores done for you if he gets home first, cook for you, always makes you tea in the morning, etc.

✰ sigma fucking loves when you play with his hair. he'll sit there and purr if you run your fingers through it, brush it, braid it, scratch his scalp, anything. (he also likes when u pull it)

✰ sigma had a hard time warming up to physical touch and intimacy when you first started dating as it was a completely foreign concept to him, but as he gets more comfortable he gets so clingy. he still needs space, but it's not unusual to find him in a state where he just constantly needs to be either near your or touching you - whether that be holding your hand, your thigh, the small of your back, leaning his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind as you cook, the list goes on. he just loves the physical reminder of you being there.

✰ sigma LOVES to read. he likes the classics but his guilty pleasure is YA novels - he fucking loves the hunger games

✰ sigma snores. just a little bit. its endearing more than anything

✰ sigma isn't overtly possessive, def doesn't control you in any way, but he is very very protective of you and likes to keep you close. not many things or people in life are his, but you are, and he's not going to give that up easily !

✰ sigma is a soft dom. no doubt he loves pinning you down and fucking you senseless, but he will also fucking melt while you ride him, unafraid to let out little moans and whimpers as he holds your hand and presses his face into the pillow

✰ when you and sigma have sex, he likes it when the both of you are completely naked. he likes the intimate, vulnerable, almost primal feel of nothing in between you

✰ sigma LOVES your thighs, no matter the size. he just wants to kiss and bite and lick them, and def wants to fuck them. he has such a thing for thigh jobs, he has a huge thing for thigh fucking pls it turns him on so much

✰ sigma eats pussy like NO OTHER

✰ sigma's cock is relatively average length, prob around 5.5 to 6 inches but def thicker, like there's some stretching and burning for you for sure !! it's also slightly curved and the tip is very pink hehe. he has a very light dusting of hair around the base and the wimpiest little happy trail but its so cute

✰ sigma loves to mark you up. its his way of being possessive without actually being possessive. you'll find yourself covered damn near head to toe in bites and hickeys and scratches and bruises (very much concentrated around your thighs)

✰ sigma's 2 fav positions are missionary (bordering on mating press, he likes having you very much on display) because he really wants to see your face and be able to kiss you, and spooning. he's a big fan of lazy morning sex, no pressure or high expectations, just hugging you close to his chest as he slips himself inside of you with a sigh

✰ sigma is a big fan of aftercare, and doing it right. when you get rough, at the end he's always making sure you're okay and if you need anything, will rub your back and kiss on you or take you to the bath because making you feel good does not end as soon as you both cum!!

[subskz]

FEFEEEEEEEEEE🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🩷🩷🫂🫂🫂🩷🩷🩷🩷🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

my cutiest baby boy🫶🏻🩷🫂🤭 body worship w fefe🩷🩷🩷🩷 keeping his fave shade of lipstick near and you press smooches in between his thighs, even biting down every now and then but gently bc its fefe🫂🩷🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 reapplying it and holding his hips down to leave smooches on his tiny hips, even a few kissies to his cute leaking dick😽😽 moving up and pressing smooches to each (PINK!!!!) nipple🥰🥰🥰 biting them gently while fefe squirms, all the attention on him

lying fully on top of him and cradling his face in your hands as you press a bunch of smooches around his face, only detaching yourself to reapply lipstick again 😽😽 meanwhile you feel his dick twitch between you, trapped not in one but two tummies🤭🤭 then taking a cute picture of his face all covered in lipstick marks and cute blushy cheeks and ears and a happy, embarrassed and dazed grin plastered on his cutie face🩷🩷🩷🫶🏻🫶🏻😽😽😽🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰

fefe ㅠㅠㅠㅠ him having a favorite shade of lipstick just for body worship it the most perfect thing in the world…imagine if it was the same shade as his pretty pink nipples <3 custom ordered just to cover his body w his own special color hehe

smooching in between his beautiful muscular thighs and feeling them squeeze a lil bit around your head bc he just can’t help himself when you sink your teeth into his sensitive skin, you’re the only one who eve touches him there 🥰 he squeaks out a meek apology each time but still does it over and over again like he has no control over his own body. i also like to think lixie has some freckles on his thighs so when he starts to get all giggly and restless from all your kisses you just pry his thighs apart and tell him to sit still bc you have to give every freckle the kiss it deserves!!

his cute lil dick would be twitching and dripping like crazy against his tummy but no matter how bad it aches he’s still your ditzy, pliant good boy smiling up at you waiting patiently for what u might do to him next! snapping a picture of him like that, sprawled underneath u w his hair spread out on the pillow, face covered in pink smudges, and big eyes looking so awestruck…he’d look like such an angel </3 i can perfectly imagine the way he’d giggle and scrunch up his nose into the sunniest smile when you show him the photos u took

[the-banana-0verlord]

hello! I saw that you opened requests ^^ if that's okay with you, I'd like to order some funny hdcns for the dorm leaders (if you want all except idia and kalim, since there are a lot of them) when mc decides to dress up as a bat for halloween because he thinks that that's cool and it means getting noticed ✨ but it ends up looking more funny than scary, even so, mc is proud of her costume and will spend her time proudly modeling everywhere because in her mind she still thinks she looks cool~ despite the laughs hehe thanks <3

Thank you for the request! The dorm leaders are probably going to be the exception to the 5 characters max rule.

How the dorm leaders would react to a reader who dresses up as bat for Halloween but it ends up more cute/funny than scary.

Notes: gn reader, reader gets low-key bullied lol.

🥀🥀🥀

Riddle Rosehearts

🥀Doesn't hesitate to tell you your costume isn't scary when you try to startle him by jumping in front of him in the doorway when he was passing.

🥀This boy cannot read a room because he was sheltered his whole life.

🥀When he realises your feelings are hurt, he tries to make it up to you by helping you make it even more scarier.

🥀It's fruitless, but you have so much fun you don't mind.

🦁🦁🦁

Leona Kingscholar

🦁Your pout is cute, and he's not one to pass the chance to tease you.

🦁You would look cuter in a lion costume but that's just his opinion...

🦁Actually, now that he thinks about it, you look like one of those Diasomnia scums.

🦁Yeah his smuginess is tainted.

🦁If you wear little cat ears maybe he'll forgive you~

🐙🐙🐙

Azul Ashengrotto

🐙Acts cool but inside he's completely melting.

🐙Holy shit you're cute Holy shit you're cute Holy shit you're cute Holy shit you're-

🐙Honestly, you should monetize your cuteness.

🐙Wait it's supposed to be scary? Honey, he deals daily with the Twins. You've got nothing on him.

🐙But he can play along if you give him something in return~

☀☀☀

Kalim Al-Asim

☀Immediately squeals and jumps high and down about how cute you are.

☀He stops when he sees your pout.

☀After you explain everything to him, he starts screaming in what's supposed to be fear, but he stills has his bubbly smile and demeanor.

☀So yeah, you're not convinced at all.

☀Jamil, however, runs into the room panicked. When he arrives he's not very happy and asks if you got your costume from the dollar store.

💅💅💅

Vil Schoenheit

💅He recognises the efforts you put in your costume, but he simply cannot let you walk around in that ridiculous thing.

💅Still, you refuse to get it off. You made it yourself, you're keeping it on.

💅Since you're the only person who's more stubborn than him, he gives up eventually.

💅At least put some accessory to lessen this fashion atrocity!

🎮🎮🎮

Idia Shroud

🎮OMG you look like a cute anime character!!!!

🎮Now he just needs you on a body pillow.

🎮Actually, strike the pose, he IS putting you on a body pillow.

🎮That is if he has the courage to ask you. Because right now, his hair is bright pink and he isn't able to utter a word.

🐉🐉🐉

Malleus Draconia

🐉It's funny how you thought you could scare him, fufufu~

🐉But he'll let it slide since you're so cute.

🐉Others would also find you cute, but Malleus's stance beside you is enough to make them cower.

🐉He absolutely knows this, but he lets you live in the blissful impression of having a scary costume.

🐉Also god forbid someone tells you about it.

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Hope you enjoyed it!

Have a good day/night!

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi, this is my first time requesting anything on this site holy fuck.

could you write a Sukuna x M!Reader? it's a struggle finding any lol. I don't really have anything specific in mind but it would be cool to read a fic where he's not to OOC and lowkey treats the reader like shit, but it's completely up to you hehe

I am so sorry this took so long! I re-wrote this like ten times before finally deciding to just keep it simple and spicy!

Be warned: This is Sukuna people, it toes a line, it gets suggestive, no actual smut though. Proceed at your own risk.

You groaned, reluctant to be awake at this hour, much less to the sound of someone sneaking into your room. Again.

'Dude, it's like 8:30, what're you doing in bed?'

You cracked one eye open, scowling at the pink haired vessel stood over your bed. He had no idea what the hellspawn he hosts does to you after dark.

Yuuji has total control of his body, most of the time, except, as you've learned, if he sleeps too deeply. Sukuna can occasionally slip through, and though he can't go running wild and waking up Yuuji, he can, and will make his way to your room, and keep you awake until all hours.

You won't be telling Yuuji about this because the poor guy would trip over his own guilt, so this leaves you here, sleep deprived at eight in the fucking morning.

'Sleeping, what's it look like?'

'If you don't get up Gojo-sensei's gonna come poor water on you again.'

You whined, driving your head into the pillow before reluctantly throwing the covers off yourself. 'Fine fine, stave off the blindfold demon.'

Yuuji chuckled, throwing your uniform at you, followed by an apple. 'Just hurry up, you promised Maki you'd spar with her today.'

'Oh fuck!'

Eyes wide, you dressed in a panic, hoping the adrenaline would help wake you up. Sparring with Maki is not something to be half asleep for. Never mind that you only had ten minutes to meet her.

Yuuji rolled his eyes, throwing an apple at you next, oblivious to the fact that he's the reason you've been struggling to be a functional human being.

He's also the only reason you manage to get to any one class these days, so as far as you're concerned, he evens out his evil twin pretty well.

'You were impressive this morning.'

A sigh left your lips, spitting into the basin as you hurriedly finished brushing your teeth. 'Evening to you too, your majesty.'

'Attitude, brat.' Sukuna purred, his claws brushing across your bare back, watching the shivers shoot down you spine and the gooseflesh ride in his wake. 'Why you bother covering up during the day is beyond me.'

'I'm well aware of your opinions on shirts, Sukuna.'

Slowly, you turned to face him, wary of any sudden moves the curse may interpret as an attack. He's half naked, as usual.

His upper lip curled in a sneer, sharp teeth almost reflecting the moonlight pouring in through your window. 'Ridiculous things, how you fight in them is beyond me.'

'Is that true? Or you just wanna show off?'

Over the weeks that Sukuna's been paying you these night-time visits, you've grown desensitised to the danger you're actually in. You know you'd be dead if he wanted you dead, so why not have a little fun with it?

The curse's grin could have swallowed you whole, his hand suddenly clasped around your throat, forcing you to his eye level with his other hand digging into the flesh of your back, leaving you to wonder of he drew blood.

'You like what you see, twisted little brat.' His breath fanned your face, presence looming over you. You can feel the power rolling off him in waves, power you couldn't possibly rival. You were helpless compared to this creature.

So why go out crying?

A smile curled your lips even as he restricted the air in your lungs, making your head feel floaty. 'I'm starting to think you do too. You haven't killed me yet, bastard curse.'

Sukuna laughed, and now, you're sure he's drawn blood, you can feel it sliding down the curve of your back in tiny rivulets from where his nails broke your soft skin.

'You don't have the power to back up this kind of foolishness, boy!' He snapped.

Your heart stuttered with the growl in his voice, and despite any kind of better judgement, you melted into it further.

'Then why come here every night?'

'Why haven't you told the sorcerer?' Sukuna countered, his grin turned knowing. 'The brat, the Six Eyes, any one of them could stop me from doing this, you've had ample chance, and you've told, no one.'

You averted your eyes, ears growing warm as Sukuna eased his grip, only to yank your head back by your hair, teeth and tongue assaulting your neck.

This. This is why you've told no one. Gojo would know in an instant that you'd let the King of Curses in your pants, or worse, Sukuna would tell everyone himself, and you couldn't stand that kind of embarrassment, even if the choice had been amazing sex, or die.

Sukuna laid you out on your bed, stealing the breath from your lungs as he nipped at your ear lobe.

'You'll tell no one brat, because you're mine now.'

[hopleii]

bsd characters (of your choice) x reader who loves bows, baby pink, and dainty things <33 love ur profile and aesthetic so i think you'd have fun with this one

pretty pink ribbon . . .

content: chuya x fem!reader, dazai x fem!reader (separate), not proofread (I'm writing this while watching a math tutorial hehe), kindaa ooc?, a bitt suggestive on dazai's part hihi, lmk if theres more!

a/n: HWUHWUEHWUIHYUSG SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I COULDN'T LOG IN , i love this request hehe :33 I looooooooveeeee bows and dainty things and baby pink and and and and EEEEKK !! >___< ANON I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS I LOVE YOU MWAAAAAAA

OSAMU DAZAI

yk that tiktok trend where you put pink bows on random objects, articles of clothing, OR on ur s/o's biceps?

would def let you do that on his bandages OR his hair <33

dazai walking around with frilly pink bows tied around his wrist and on his hair

the first time he entered your house, it was expected that you'd have alot of pink items but not THAT MUCH. . .

doesn't complain tho cuz he thinks its cute!

baby pink pillows, blankets, shirts, socks, curtains!

and bows everywhere

he thinks your room is an actual fever dream because HOW DOES A PERSON HAVE THAT MUCH PINK LIKE??

115% convinced you have pink in your veins

loves seeing you wear pretty pink dresses with the fluffy skirts and the lace

in instances where he finds cute dainty jewelry or clothes, he'll buy it! he's got enough money saved up from the mafia so why not spend it on you<33

"ahh! I love it, I love it so much!" you squealed, spinning around watching the fluffy skirt of your new dress spin around with you.

dazai had bought you a new dress, it was a beautiful baby pink dress with a bows all over it. the soft fabric of the skirt made it look and move along with your small movements like a cloud.

you took a look at the mirror one last time before hopping onto dazai's lap as you placed delicate kisses all over his face, "I love it just as you do, doll" he whispers softly as he held you close, playing with the hem of your skirt, "thank you~ ! aah! it's so pretty" you say excitedly before kissing him again

"you're beautiful, y/n" he whispers again as he tucked stray locks of your hair in your ear, "but I think you'd look even more pretty with that dress on the floor, no?"

CHUYA NAKAHARA

THIS MANNN AEDHWUIHIAJ

makes sure to buy you different jewelry, shoes, dresses for your dates so he can show everyone how pretty your style is

but mostly because he wants you to get dolled up and dressed all fancy because he loves how excited you get seeing yourself in dainty pink outfits<33

also, if ur hair is long enough, he'd tie your hair in that half up half down style with a pink bow<33

got pretty good at tying bows because he loves assisting you when you want to put them in the most mundane places !

wanna put a ribbon on instead of a belt? he'll tie it for you. wanna use a ribbon instead of your regular shoelaces? sure! he's putting ribbons on all your shoes!

every gift he sends is either wrapped in pink paper adorned with a bow, or the gift itself IS pink and has a bow (I WANTTT)

just like with dazai, he buys you tons of dainty jewelry and other things ♡

but he likes buying you hats the most so you guys could both wear hats together!

his favorite one though, a pink beret with a long dainty bow on top

he thinks it's adorable on you! like SURE the bow gets caught in a few things sometimes when the two of you are out, but it looks so pretty :((

also buys you a crap ton of shoes just because he's scared you'd find a good pair of shoes but it doesn't come in pink and you'd probably paint it pink

okay wait what if you DO paint a pair of shoes pink LOL

"baby, why would you ruin a pair of perfectly good shoes? we'll just get it in pink!" chuya groans as he tries to take away the can of pink spray paint from your hand (that's also probably adorned with pink accessories and/or nail polish HEHE)

"it doesn't come in pink! it only comes in black, white and blue!" you whine, trying to get the can back, "but I couldn't help it~ ! it's so cute! look at the bow and the straps and the heel!"

chuya sighs and gives you the can back, letting you do whatever needed to be done to satisfy your insatiable need for pink as he excused himself, saying he has something to do.

"fine...I'll be right back, okay? just...do whatever you need to."

the next day, you wake up to find a box instead of your boyfriend beside you on the bed. it had a (pink) sticky note attached to it;

To my darling,

Enjoy your new pink shoes and throw away the ones you spray painted.

Love, Chuya

you opened the box and immediately fell inlove with the pair of shoes inside. pink, with a bow, and a pretty strap. just like you wanted.

© — hopleii

[kazuwhora]

— PURE/HONEY

⨳ WARNINGS. afab!reader, gn!reader, vibrators, dubcon I guess, roommate!hawks, creep!hawks, panty stealing, panty fucking, panty sucking, yk fun stuff <3

⨳ WORD COUNT. 1k+

⨳ NOTE. before one of u anons comes down my throat for a tense switch ITS INTENTIONAL LEAVE ME ALONE anyways heres sum hawks <3 this is also my submission for @decayish’s scumbag collab hehe

THE FIRST TIME hawks heard it, he didn’t know what to think.

the first time he heard the whirr of electricity and the shuffle of sheets and blankets through the thin walls, he almost let himself in— until a tiny chorus of whimpers and moans flooded beneath the doors and made his eyes go wide.

deviance was always his strong suit, but this? these were new bounds, even for him. but even so, night after night keigo found himself with an ear pressed to the door, listening for the switch of the vibrator and your sweet little moans to fill his fantasies once more.

every night was the last— that’s what he told himself while his hand traveled past the waistband of his pants, gripping his cock with a desperation that only you could bewitch his body with. every time his fingers teased the tip of his length, creating a web of precum that dribbled down his cock, he swore he would stop. that this would be the last time. that he would surely get caught if he kept doing this.

but no matter how hard he tried, nothing could stop him.

his desperation spread like a virus— it infected every part of his mind, every part of his body until even the most mindless tasks had him daydreaming about what you might have looked like behind that door, head thrown back against the pillow and maybe even a bead of sweat forming at your hairline as the vibrator pressed down against your clit. and it got worse, when you’d peek around the corner for a glass of water late at night, tiptoeing around keigo who’s hands desperately hid the bulge of his cock that ached for your relief.

and soon enough, hawks needed more.

he hates himself for doing it— he hates himself for what he’s resorted to, inquiring about your plans for the evening as if he cares enough to engage any further. he hates himself for the way his eyes gloss over as you talk, paying mind only to the timeframe of your absence as his mind wanders to all the things he can do with that time. his cock is nearly hard thinking about it, as it pulses and throbs the more you draw out your words and struggle to sling your coat over your shoulders.

“see you later?” you sing, peering around the corner of the door, waiting for keigo to say goodbye.

“don’t have too much fun without me!” his voice coos with a cheerfulness that makes you smile as you click the door shut behind you— he’s always been good at pretending.

hawks can’t help but wonder how long is long enough to wait until you’re gone, but his senses betray him just as they do every time. he can only hold himself back for a few minutes before his heart starts to race and his head spins with anticipation and arousal. adrenaline courses through his veins bringing an excitement to his body that can’t be quelled, and his wings shiver as he pushes himself away from the counter’s edge and sets off to your room.

he’s never seen past your door before, not even when you moved in. he’s always been respectful of your space, restricting himself only to his imagination when his ear is pressed against your door. but birds are known for their excellent hearing, and hawks knows almost exactly where everything in your room is.

he starts with the drawer of your nightstand, pulling the handle and nearly gawking at the array of toys you keep stashed under pieces of cloth and bottles of vitamins. his cock is already hard— it throbs in his hand that slips below his waistband once again, palming and pumping his length in slow motions as he reaches for the pretty pink bullet sat closest to the edge of the drawer.

at first he tries to hold back. he tries to pace himself, holding the vibrator to his mouth as his eyes flutter shut and he imagines once again, what you might look like splayed out on the very bed he sits on now. he tries to pace himself, but he can’t stop his fist from moving faster and faster, and his mind slips as his tongue takes the cool pink plastic into his mouth, swirling around the tip as if it were your clit. he thinks about all the places it’s been, all the times you might have used this very vibrator to get yourself off while he listened, and the thought alone nearly pushes him to the edge as he chokes out a moan and frees his cock from the constraints of his pants.

he’s desperate now— his wings shudder and shake as tiny feathers fall to your bed. he’s consumed by his senses, overwhelmed with the thought of you spread out for him, making yourself cum as he watches, and his fist tightens around his cock pulling whimpers and moans from his lips until something makes him stop.

his eyes flutter open, looking around the room as if he had heard a sound. on the floor below him, is a pair of your panties discarded in a scattered pile of dirty laundry, and keigo’s face heats up with an indescribable sensation he can barely contain.

he wants you so bad— he wants to taste you, to lose himself in your body, and this is the closest he can get, for now.

“fuck” he grumbles, using a feather to lift the panties to the bed where he weaves his fingers between the fabric and presses it against his nose.

his eyes nearly roll back in his head as his cock begins to ache again, leaving him no choice but to tend to his needs as his tongue sucks and laps at the fabric now soaked with his spit. he can’t help himself, and he needs more. he needs to taste you more than this— he wishes he could suffocate himself right there, desperate to get closer and closer, to envelop his senses in you until he can barely breathe. his cock is already throbbing and red, tip swollen and leaking as he pumps viciously with desperate moans that get lost in the fabric.

he’s just so needy, so pathetic and lonely. he needs you to help him— to guide him and make him cum all over himself, but the most he can do is pant against your panties, biting holes in the fabric as he pushes himself closer and closer to his high.

“f-fuck I—” keigo stutters as his core begins to shake and his wings spread more and more behind him. “n-need y-you t-to—” he continues, begging into the fabric as if you were there.

hawks can’t hold himself back any longer. he can’t stop now, and as his vision grows fuzzy and white, he throws his head back as he milks himself dry, wings fully spread and eyes knocked back in his head the more his cum spills onto the blankets below him.

his breath is hard to catch— it wavers and gasps as his fingers fail him, letting the soaked panties drop back down to the floor as his wings tremble and shed behind him. he can barely hold himself up, resorting to staring up at the ceiling until his legs work just enough for him to drag himself out of your room. a sense of shame looms over his aura, but hawks doesn’t care. the most energy he can conjure is dedicated to bringing himself back to his room, where he slouches against the headboard of his bed until his eyes flicker off into rest.

you’re quiet when you come home, opening the door only enough for you to slip past and set your things on the counter. and as you tiptoe to your room, there’s no sign of hawks. not a sound of the tv coming from his room, not a dish in the sink he left behind like always.

of course, nothing but a pile of feathers left on your cum soaked bed.

[batterygarden]

Haha would you ever do.. Denji with a Gyaru Gf… haha wouldn’t that be crazy… 👀👀 (turning notifications on)

YES! Denji x gyaru girlfriend.... a lil fluffy drabble

note: I honestly hadn’t heard of a gyaru aesthetic before this ask but it seems very feminine y2k w lots of pink when u look it up! I <3 it, Pls enjoy cutie! ! lil get ready w Denji fic… Also thanks @p00pdev1l for inspiring some of it heehee sending infinite hearts to u!

m.list this is sfw but still no minors on my page pls...

Your perfume. That’s the first thing Denji notices when he walks into your room. It’s sweet and fruity—reminds him of walking by a bakery. Or even one of those fancy beauty stores he’s let you drag him into, was it kush? That can’t be right. LUSH. The smell kinda reminds Denji of that lush store. Or maybe the store reminded him of you since he’s known you longer…

Regardless, it’s nice. Then he always notices the walls, covered in art and cute little decorations, a perfect reflection of your interests. Girly. It’s girly. It feels refreshing compared to his room—not that he doesn’t appreciate his room for what it is. His room is practical, his bed is big enough to comfortably sleep two, there’s a calendar on the wall, he even has a nightstand with a picture of you and him on top. 

His mattress certainly doesn’t have a skirt though. Nor will you find a pretty little vanity next to his closet, or printed curtains over his windows. Your room feels like the type of place where he should be barred entry—a no boys allowed sign would fit perfectly on your door, sealing all pink tidiness inside a safe haven.

So he’s flattered everytime you take him in. Butterflies and everything when you tug his arm through the doorway, guiding him to sit on the bed while you go to grab your speaker. He has to shove stuffed animals out of the way to make room—noting the familiar button-eyed faces, his heart skipping a beat when he sees the giant Kuromi plush he won for you at a fair next to your pillow.  

You turn music on then, playing something lo-fi for the morning, and Denji expects you to continue getting ready—you’re still in your pajamas and fuzzy slippers—but then you’re crawling onto the bed next to him. 

“Good morning, Denji,” you say all sweet, smushing your cheek into his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him. He melts against you while his heart skyrockets.

“G’morning.” He feels your pretty long nails drag up his back the way he likes—the way you know he likes. Suddenly his plans for the day seem unimportant—if he could just lay in your bed while you scratch his back forever he’d be content to never leave. 

He heaves a deep sigh, grabbing one of your squishmellows to lean his head on in his lap. “love when you do that.” 

You giggle and widen the circle you’re drawing over his spine. 

“You love when I claw you?” 

“Mhm.” 

You smile to yourself, running your acrylics over his shirt with a little more pressure for a minute before leaning over to kiss his shoulder blade. 

“Need to finish getting ready.” 

Denji’s eyes open—they’d drifted closed to the feeling of your hands on him—and he sits up with a subtle blush. “‘Course! Finish your makeup or whatever.” 

“Actually my makeup’s already done,” you say, standing in front of him and grabbing his cheeks with your face right in front of his. You close your eyes and turn to show Denji different angles of your masterwork. 

“Woah.” 

Denji would honestly be lying if he said he noticed the carefully applied lines around your eyes before you pointed it out—he’d just thought you looked pretty as always. But now that he’s really looking, he can appreciate how tough it must’ve been to make the lines so straight. He’s thoroughly impressed. 

“I like this part.” He points to his eyes, gesturing to his outer corner to refer to your wings.

“Hehe thank you!” His smile grows at your maintained proximity, his cheeks warming when you plant a little kiss on one of them. 

You frown then, looking at his clean skin where you kissed. 

“Wait, I’m forgetting something.” You turn to rummage through your vanity while floating hearts twinkle around Denji’s head. You pull your pink, bubblegum-flavor lip gloss out of a drawer.

Denji nods knowingly—this is the one makeup item Denji can always recognize, thanks to its ability to grant extra messy kisses. 

“You want some?” You ask with a mischievous grin. 

“You’ll get some on me either way, I hope,” he grumbles. He doesn’t like wearing lip gloss on principle, but for you he’ll tough through it. 

Soon you’re scooting up next to him on the bed, applying a generous amount of product before pressing your lips to Denji’s, careful so you don’t smudge it everywhere. 

When you pull back, he’s wearing a cute expression, trying to pout through a smile. 

“Aww you look so cute!” 

“I better! This stuff’s more pain than it’s worth in my opinion. Leaves ya all sticky.” 

“Whatever, meanie! I like it,” then you’re tugging his hand up towards your closet. “Now help me pick my outfit for the day!” 

HEHE .. i think i can guess who requested this and sending u LOVE baby, i hope ur into it

[weixuldo]

Enigma// Ch 11

Anakin x F!reader

(a/n: this chapter is decently long, but for the next chapter be prepared for several time skips… gotta get to the climax of the story hehe)

NSFW

Unexpectedly, Anakin invites you to an impromptu dinner

Warnings: Sex, Cursing, vaginal sex, Oral sex

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After Anakin opened up to you he started to contact you more frequently…much more.

He would ask you about your day, text you encouragement about your classes, or just text about random things on his mind. Not that you minded, but you were a bit surprised that he was initiating more interactions than you were. 

Recently your mind had been racing with thoughts, what were you doing? Was this ok? Why did you feel this way?

You would lie on your bed and just look at the ceiling and think.

Yes, this “thing” you had with Anakin was questionable to an outsider’s opinion; an almost 40 year old army vet and an underclassman college student who doesn’t have her life figured out.

But you really liked him and genuinely felt safe with him. Hopefully he felt the same about you; you really wanted to believe he cared for you.

Almost as if he could sense your thoughts, your phone lit up with a text from him.

“Hey, if you’re free tonight, would you want to get dinner?” 

Your heart was racing, he had never asked to do something with you other than maybe come to his house. Before you could think, your fingers had already pressed the small letters on your phone screen.

“Of course!”

Fuck, you sounded too enthusiastic…

You tossed your phone to the other side of your bed and hugged your pillow tight; your mind raced with trivial anxieties.

What if I responded too fast?

Did I sound too childish?

I should have just said “sure”...

What if he thinks I'm too interested?

But just as quickly as you responded, your phone dinged again. 

“Ok, would you like to meet there or would you like me to pick you up?” 

Pick you up? You didn’t think he could drive…

“Actually my car is having some work done right now, so would you mind picking me up?”

You tossed your phone once more and watched anxiously as the three gray dots blinked across the screen to indicate he was typing, which, you knew took longer because he had to speech-to-text it, but damn were you on the edge of your seat. 

“If I minded I wouldn’t have asked.”

Typical Anakin, you laughed at how worried you were over a stupid text. 

Soon enough the sun began to set and Anakin was on the way. Your heart pounded as you anxiously waited in your dorm… What were you doing… no really. What were you doing?

You and him were in totally different places in your life, you were still in college for fucks sake.

You didn’t know what you were doing with him, did you ever want to date him? Why were you doing this to yourself? 

Even if it did work out, how would you navigate life with him? Would you be able to help him with his accommodations? Would he-

Your phone buzzed, scaring you.

“Hello?

Hey, I'm here. Should I park, or..

“No it's alright, I’ll be right out” 

Alright.

As you gathered your stuff you took one last look in the mirror. You looked good, you tried not to get too fancy but also not too casual. Afterall, who’s to say this “dinner” was even a date…

You locked your door and headed out to the lot. 

The weather was nice and the sky was painted with beautiful shades of oranges, yellows, and pinks. You spotted his car outside of your hall, it seemed to be pretty normal from the outside. As you got closer he turned his head to the side and nodded to you. 

The car had a lingering scent of fresh eucalyptus, most likely from the cooling gel he used on his limbs; not that you minded. You closed the door and smiled at the man beside you.

He was dressed in gray sweats, a white shirt, and a forest green zip up; his hair seemed to be a little more kept than usual and you could smell hints of cologne.

“Hi,” you said as you buckled your seat belt. 

“Hey” he responded, looking back over your seat to pull away from the curb.

His right arm sported a hook-like mechanism that fit onto a steering knob in the center console. He rotated the peg to steer the car as his other hand controlled the speed and brakes. You were quite astonished as to how the car functioned, it was remarkable that technology allowed for him to drive, a few years back it would have been impossible. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” he said, eyes not moving from the road. 

“Huh? Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean..”

“Relax, I’m just being an ass,” he said lightly, shooting you a teasing glance. 

You smiled and looked out the window at the darkening city. 

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You arrived at this italian restaurant downtown that was pretty well known for having the best spaghetti in town, not too fancy though. That's good. Keep things neutral.

Anakin drove up the row looking for a spot, there was one available one at the front of the establishment, it was a handicapped one; but he continued to go for the spot.

Oh.

He could park there, how did you forget? 

He headed towards it when another car quickly cut him off and claimed the space. He cursed as he slammed on the breaks. 

“Fuckin idiot doesn’t know how to drive” he huffed, swiveling the steering knob away from the spot. You watched intently as an arrogant looking guy got out of the parked car, he didn’t even have a handicapped sticker or tag.

What an ass.

The only other spot left was at the end of the lot, farthest away from the restaurant, you knew Anakin could walk there, but you still felt bad that you had to park so far; though you decided to keep your mouth shut, he already seemed embarrassed enough that he was robbed of a spot (a handicapped spot, no less) and you were still figuring out how to navigate his ill temper. 

Instead, once the two of you were out of the car, you gently wrapped one of your arms around his left, garnering a surprised look from the older man. 

“Something wrong?” he asked, almost worriedly.

You smiled up at him, “no”.

He pursed his lips slightly and nodded his head before returning a small smile to you. If he had given you that look when you first met him, you wouldn’t have been able to notice he was even smiling at all. 

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The two of you shared a nice meal in the dimly lit restaurant talking about random topics that came to mind. Most of the time a wide smile was plastered on your face and the rest of the time was you just observing the man in front of you; he was sweet- caring even, you never would have imagined the guy you met at the bar could have as much heart as the man in front of you. 

“Well, I guess that's what I get for being a smart ass,” he laughed, finishing an intriguing story from the other day.

You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his gloved one that was lying palm down on the table; as he saw where your destination was, he looked up to meet your gaze.

“Well I like your smart-assery” you giggled at your made up word.

‘’Smart-assery’?” he questioned with a playful grin.

Rolling your eyes you nodded, “Mhm, the quality of being a smart ass”.

His starry blue eyes trained on your glowing face as he grabbed his wine with his free hand; he lifted the glass and announced “well. Cheers to a new phrase, coined by no other than our own y/n” he teased. 

You felt your cheeks heating up, but you joined him in his comedic toast.

Soon after he paid for the meal and the two of you set off; he offered for you to go to his place or back to the dorms and obviously you went with the handsome man who you had taken a particular interest in. 

After starting a random movie in his living room, you found yourself inching closer….and closer…and closer.

Before you knew it, you were practically lying in his lap, you divert your attention from the tv up to him. He actually seemed pretty into the show, but you chose to be bold; lifting yourself up on your elbows, you gently tilted his jaw towards you and let out a breathy sigh when he looked into your eyes. 

His brows upturned in interest and you slowly brought his lips to yours in a sensual kiss. A stifled moan escaped his throat as you reveled in the feeling of his cool stiff arm dragging itself up your body. 

He shifted his position so that you were straddling his lap, his quickly hardening member pushed up against your core.

The kiss broke and you drew yourself back to take in the sight of the man that was under you; a light blush flushed across his charming face, his sandy hair falling nicely around his face, and his chest increasingly rising up and down.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“No reason, but if you don't like it, i'll stop” you teased the older man, though you already knew what his answer would be.

“I never said I didn’t like it” he responded, eyeing your plump lips. 

Soon enough you were riding ing his thigh and had a handful of his sandy hair in your hands.

As you rolled your hips against him you could feel the top part of his prosthetic and the way he trembled a little when you would moan.

His mechanical hands gripped your back as best they could and his face was plunged into your chest, kissing all over you. 

“A-anakin” you called drawing him closer to you.

“y/n you are so fucking beautiful” he said grabbing the clasp of your bra. 

You smiled and leaned down to his ear as your dominant hand brushed over his bulge,

“I want you Anakin”.

He halted his movements and his brows furrowed a bit causing you a shred of worry.

“All the way?” he asked gingerly.

“All the way. ”

“Please don’t tell me that unless you really want to… last time we were drunk…i- I don’t know, I don’t want you to regret-”

You knew he was coming from a place of insecurity, he felt like less of a man because of his disabilities; you remembered after the first time he immediately covered his body and went back to defensive responses. But this time he was actually communicating his concerns, he was allowing himself to be vulnerable. 

You felt a swell of pride… he trusted you.

You placed a gentle hand on his left cheek, “Anakin, I won’t regret this, I want to…I want you” 

That seemed to flip a switch in him, because he took in a sharp breath before turning you over on his couch so that you were underneath him. Your eyes widened at the sudden motion and you drew in a breath. 

He grinded his clothed cock into you as he continued to make out with you. Soon you helped him discard his pants. He hovered over you and lowered his gaze southward then back to you, “may I?”.

You nodded and before you knew it he was between your thighs, a strong grip on both of your thighs and his skilled mouth, hard at work on you.

As his tongue passed over your most sensitive regions you gasped and writhed under him. You lost track of time as your mind went fuzzy from his mouth; you felt your climax approaching, just a little longer….just a little..

You gasped at the cool gust of air that passed over your pussy as Anakin sat up. You looked at him with needy eyes and he stared back mischievously.

“Ani?” you panted

“Did you think I was just gonna give you what you wanted that easy? Hmm?” he mused, tracing a metallic finger down your stomach. 

“Well, I do think you’re ready to take me,” he inquired, wiping you off of his face with a smile.

He situated himself over you and waited until you nodded for him to go in. Once you did, he pushed himself into you and both of you couldn;’t contain your moans. You were tight. Maker, You were so tight. You felt so good around his cock. 

Shivers ran through his body with every thrust he delivered. 

He felt like his old self with you, he felt young and hopeful. And it wasn’t solely from the sex;  he had no thoughts of self hate or felt like you were treating him any differently than any other human. You were special. 

His mind was consumed by fantasies of spending his days with you, not that his pride would ever let him admit that, but the sight of you under him just felt right.

On the other side of the duo, you felt conflicted. Of course you were wrapped up in how good he felt, but you worried you were becoming too attached.

For fuck’s sake, you were in college and he was in his late 30’s, how could you be sure he wasn’t just hanging out with you so he could hit?

Though, no matter the age or his possible intent you still wanted him to like you…and possibly, even more than “like”.

Your thoughts were severed by the knot in your stomach snapping and the following flood of pleasure that filled every part of your body.

Your back arched and his hips snapped to yours. You moaned at the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you, his warm cum started seeping out of you as he slowly pulled himself out of you with a groan. 

He was breathing heavily and slumped himself against the other side of the couch. He reached for the tissue box on the end table next to him only to find the box empty. He sighed and rested his elbows on his knees before hoisting himself to his feet and heading down the hall.

You were left still an overstimulated mess on his couch; where was he going? You definitely were not supposed to follow him, but you also didn’t wanna get cum on his couch (even if it was his own doing). You began to get up to go to the bathroom when he returned with some towels. He handed you one and used the other to clean himself.

Once the two of you were finished you threw the discarded towels on the ground and both respectively got lost in your thoughts. 

Usually he would go back to being an inconsiderate prick, so you were surprised when he called your name to come to him. Of course you followed and ended up with your head against his chest as he stroked your hair. 

He grabbed a blanket from the chair to his left and tossed it over you and grabbed the remote to resume the show. His uncharacteristically sweet actions surprised you as you felt yourself drifting asleep next to his warm chest. 

No matter the fact that he would probably go back to his normal asshole self tomorrow, or the fact that your encounters were always unpredictable, you just couldn’t pull yourself away from the enigma that was Anakin Skywalker.

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a/n: i’ve been so busy recently, but i really miss this story!! i hope you all still enjoy this one because next chapter imma speed up the timeline a bit to get to the juicy plot points heheh- as always, ty for reading!!

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Soulmate Markers

Just a short fluffy lil soulmate AU for today's chapter :). I hope you like it! I love writing my fluffy Adrienette hehe. Plus, I always loveee writing soulmate AU's. Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

Adrien lay flat on his stomach in bed, a smile slowly stretching across his lips as he watched Marinette’s doodles come to life on his own arm. He delicately traced over the little flowers and stars that she had drawn, breathing out in awe. 

Every day he was grateful that he had found her. That very first day when he crashed into her and found that the little sketches she doodled on her arm matched the ones his soulmate had drawn on his own arm was everything.  

After finding each other, the two could barely stop writing little notes and messages to each other. Most of the time it was Adrien teasing Marinette that she was late. Again.

He shot a longing glance over at Plagg, wishing he could transform and head over to see her. But, alas, his kwami was passed out on the pillow next to him, snoring as dreams of cheese were surely filling his head.

Not wanting to disturb Plagg, Adrien quickly grabbed for a pen, scribbling on his unmarked arm.

You seem to be doodling instead of working on our physics homework there, Mari.

He bit his lip to stifle the large smile as the doodles suddenly ceased. There was a slight pause before his arm began to tingle as Marinette began to write back.

How do you know I haven’t already finished it yet and am taking a much-needed break?

Adrien snorted at the idea of Marinette having already finished all of her homework. Usually, she waited until the last minute for the classes she disliked the most.

Do you mean besides the fact that I also haven’t finished the whole assignment yet? 

He took a short pause, letting Marinette read the words that he had scrawled across the inside of his wrist before he struck an even bigger point.

Or, how about the fact that you haven’t stopped doodling since we left school? Did you have time to even start the physics homework yet?

Shush you! I’ve only just gotten home! I don’t need to worry about the homework yet.

Marinette's protestations were met with a playful chuckle from Adrien. He knew her procrastination tactics well. There was a brief enough break from her scribblings that Adrien felt a twinge of sadness in his chest. It hadn’t even been five minutes yet and already he missed talking to her. He couldn’t imagine what life would be like if they didn’t have this constant method of communication.

Soon, though, the tingle on his forearm appeared again and Adrien eagerly stared down at the words that were slowly appearing.

Have you gotten the answer to number 3 yet?

Hold on!

Springing up out of bed, he raced over to his desk. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out the piece of scratch paper that he was using to solve the equations. 

Together, they began working on the problems, their minds synchronizing as they tackled the physics problems. Adrien marveled at Marinette's ability to grasp concepts quickly, her work clear and concise even as they used their arms to describe the answers they were getting. Quickly, with both of them working together, the two finished their homework.

Great work, Mari! 

Can I go back to doodling now, teacher?

Only if you keep doodling on your arm so that I can see.

Adrien could only imagine the light pink tinge that would light up her cheeks and for about the millionth time he wished he was with her so he could see it. This time, no reply of words came from Marinette. Instead, just as he requested, a trail of doodles began to replace over the words that they had previously written to each other.

He sighed happily, rubbing his thumb over the tiny images that were blooming along his arm. His father was certainly going to yell at him about his soulmate's pictures again. Something about how it tainted his perfect skin, but Adrien didn’t care. Not with the way Marinette was currently sketching a tiny heart with the letters A + M scratched into it.

Adrien beamed before he gave a series of happy cackles. Every day he sincerely wondered how he had gotten so lucky. His soulmate was the best one of them all and no one could ever... would ever get in the way of that.