#anony writes

[anonybaby]

Randy and Cody have always been endgame in my heart and are my OTP. When I’ve written Cody with other people (Roman, Drew, The Rock) it is to show the difference between the way they use, abuse and simply lust after him in direct contrast to the way Randy lives for and loves Cody fervently.

In case y’all ever wondered WHY Cody chooses Randy over and over again even when the whole world fawns over him, this is why:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66143776

[hanafubukki]

Lilia either directly or anonymously getting you a vibrator or other toy and then, when you're not home, using his unique magic on it to see how you've been enjoying it 👀

CW: Smut/lemon/lime (or whatever citrus fruit people use nowadays lol)

Hello Anonie 💞🌺💚

You’re trying to kill me here Anonie 😂💞 in the good way of course.

Let’s say Lilia directly got us a vibrator/toy.

(Because let’s face it, if someone got me one and I didn’t know who it was? I would find that creepy. Unless it was hinted at that they would get me one lol)

I can see Lilia getting the toy and telling you to enjoy it. He can’t always be around to see to your needs no matter how much he wants to. So think of him when you use it.

And think of him you do. Whether it’s a vibrator or some other toy. You use it to please yourself. Moaning his name. Getting yourself ready until you release. Imagine edging yourself over and over.

It gives you pleasure, but it also gives him pleasure. It’s one of his favorite ways to have you beg for him.

You know his plan to use his UM, he’s thinks he’s being sneaky but you know him. So you make sure to make it that much harder for him later when he watches.

Why watch? When he can come to you instead? Why deny both of you that pleasure?

Now?? What if I say that your toy works both ways? Whatever you do to it, it does to him. He feels it.

Imagine it being in the warmth of your body as you bring it in and out. He feels that warmth. The heat as you repeatedly take it in and out. Feels it as you move the toy in a specific way.

He can feel the release building and then…you stop.

Oh. Oh he can’t have that.

You riled him up and now deny him release? Deny you both that release? He knows you are teasing him

I can see his eyes turn dark wine red, he’s going to have you on your knees begging for release after he’s done with you.

[baekhyunsbestie]

Are your requests open ? If so can you do What it's like having baekhyun as your husband ?

hubsand!baekhyun is the absolute sweeeeetest 😭🥹💘💞💓💖💗 (these r all facts btw bc it’s me i'm his wife n can confirm everything below is true) — gets nsfw under the cut!!!

✶ a menace, but he's your menace – baekhyun is the type of husband who makes life feel like a never ending sleepover. he teases you endlessly, whether it’s stealing your food mid bite, tickling your sides when you’re focused on something, or singing exaggerated love songs about you in the most ridiculous voices just to see you roll your eyes. but you can always tell—it’s adoration disguised as mischief.

✶ clingy, always touching you – always finding a way to touch you no matter what you’re doing. cooking? expect a back hug with his chin resting on your shoulder, swaying you side to side like a lovesick puppy. movie night? forget personal space—he’s pulling you straight into his lap, arms wrapped tight like you might float away. even the tiniest moments don’t escape him. passing each other in the hallway? forehead kiss, no second thought. like this man just needs to be touching you, even if it’s something as small as hooking his pinky around yours. it's like you’re his personal source of oxygen, and ofc he wouldn’t have it any other way.

✶ insists on a goodnight ritual – no ifs, ands, or buts. it’s something sweet and silly, maybe a very specific order of forehead, cheek, and nose kisses or a whispered “i love you even more than yesterday” before bed. and if you ever try to skip it? oh, he’s pouting. full on, arms crossed, huffing dramatically until you give in and make it right. he swears he just can’t sleep without it. and honestly? neither can you.

✶ the most competitive lil shit alive – you really thought just cus you're married, he'd mellow out? LMAAAOOOO nope. board games? video games? who can finish their drink first? it’s all a competition, and he has to win. and if he doesn’t? suddenly, you cheated. somehow. even if you’re playing something as foolproof as rock-paper-scissors. and don’t even think about beating him at mario kart unless you’re ready for war.

✶ loves when you wear his clothes – like actually forgets how to function for a second. his oversized hoodies? his t shirts drowning you? yeeeaaah, he’s obsessed. he’ll pause whatever he’s doing just to admire you, eyes shining with pure smugness before he pulls you into his arms, all warm and satisfied. “jeeeeez. you just love smelling like me, don’t you?” he teases, grinning because he knows he’s being insufferable. (and yes, he’s definitely smirking. yes, he’s eating this shit up.)

✶ has made it his personal mission to find you the cutest, most random little trinkets – ever since you mentioned liking them, he’s been on the lookout everywhere he goes. he could be out running errands and spot a tiny keychain shaped like a strawberry and immediately think, yep, that’s for my baby. now you have a growing collection of the most useless but ridiculously adorable knick knacks, all because he saw them and thought of you.

✶ dramatic when he misses you - gone for two days and acting like he’s been stranded on a deserted island for years. sends you voice messages full of exaggerated sighs, texts “i miss you” every hour on the dot, and makes you pinky promise you won’t forget about him while he’s away. but the second he’s home? he’s tackling you onto the couch, clinging onto you like a koala, whining about how unbelievably heartless you were for making him suffer this long.

✶ marriage does not mean he’s letting up – in fact, it’s only made him worse. if you thought slipping a ring on your finger would slow him down, think again. baekhyun still flirts like he’s trying to seduce you for the first time, still backs you up against the counter just to murmur the filthiest things in your ear, his breath warm, his voice all silk and sin. and then he just walks away, leaving you flushed, thighs pressed together, and completely at his mercy.

✶ has no shame about needing you – when he wants you, you’ll know. doesn’t matter if you’re busy, he’s sliding in next to you, fingers already tracing slow, lazy patterns up your thighs. his head rests heavy on your shoulder, lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “baby, i’m so fucking hard it hurts… fix it for me, yeah?” and if you even think about ignoring him? oh, he only gets bolder—hands wandering, voice dropping, teasing you until you give in just the way he likes.

✶ teases you just to see you get impatient – drags it out just to watch you squirm—he loves making you unravel. slow, so agonizingly slow, barely touching, just enough to make you whine, to make you crave. his lips brush your ear, voice dripping with amusement as he whispers, “hmm? what's wrong, baby? not enough for you?” like he doesn't already know the answer, like he isn't enjoying every second of your frustration.

✶ talks you through it – bc if there’s one thing this fucker loves, it’s running his mouth. and in bed? oh, he’s even worse. he keeps his eyes locked on you while he ruins you, voice all low and smooth as he murmurs, “you feel so good, baby,” “love watching you like this,” “yeah? you like that?” he’s greedy for every little sound you make, chasing your reactions like they’re his lifeline. and if you try to bite back your moans, try to stay quiet? yeah, good luck with that—he’ll just push deeper, go harder, until you have no choice but to give him what he wants.

✶ gets so smug when you’re needy for him – cocky grin, slow, lazy touches that never quite give you what you want. the second you’re the one reaching for him first? oh, he’s fucking insufferable. lips brushing against yours, teasing, barely there, his head tilting like he’s amused. “hmm? what’s this?” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. “couldn’t wait for me?” and then he just—stalls. watches you squirm, drinks in every little impatient sigh like it fuels him. “say it, baby,” he demands, voice low, lips ghosting over your skin. “tell me how bad you need me.”

✶ possessive, but in a devotional way – he doesn’t give a damn about anyone else looking, bc he knows you’re his. but when he’s got you to himself, when he’s showing you exactly what that means, that’s when it gets dangerous. his grip on your waist turns bruising, his breath hot against your ear as he drags you closer, voice thick with need as he mutters, “mine. every inch of you. every fucking part of you—mine.”

✶ fucks you like he’s obsessed, like he can’t believe you’re real – like he’d drop to his knees just to taste you if you asked. he never shuts up, either, murmuring filthy praise between ragged breaths, telling you how fucking gorgeous you are, how tight, how warm, how you were made for him. even when he’s fucking you rough, when his fingers dig in hard enough to leave bruises, there’s that same reverence in his voice—like he’s been aching for this all day, like he exists just to make you cum, like nothing else in the world matters except the way you fall apart for him.

✶ lives for aftercare just as much as he lives for wrecking you – bc as much as he teases, as much as he pushes, he’s even softer when it’s over. he gathers you up in his arms, pressing slow, lazy kisses all over your face, whispering sweet nothings like he didn’t just have you trembling beneath him. “aw, was i too rough, baby?” he murmurs, fingers tracing over every mark he’s left. “lemme make it better, yeah?” and he does—tending to you with warm hands and soft words, like he’s making up for every filthy thing he just did to you.

[b1mbodoll]

im sO looking forward to seeing you write again!! something thats been stuck in my head lately is shotgunning w nicholas 🫠🫠 the thought of a friendly little smoking session turning into a heated make out is making me SICK 😵‍💫😵‍💫 need to hump his thigh until im crying out of frustration tbh 🫣🫣 no bc putting into words how badly i want this man would create a new sin in the bible ngl

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pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: drugs + dryhumping + dacryphilia

💌: ur brain is so yum, i’m sick!!! i love the thought of mean dom nicho so much 😞

okay but smoking for the first time with nicholas 😵‍💫 you’re a little clueless ‘nd coughs wrack your body, feeling embarrassed by how intently he’s watching you and shrinking under his gaze. but he’s not to be mean, it’s because he’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around the blunt and how pretty you look, eyes glossy and a dopey little smile on your face as the weed affects you. and yeah, he feels a little bad so he decides to help you out, definitely for your benefit and absolutely not because he wants to kiss you.

“c’mere, pretty girl,” he says, seating you on his lap, placing a knee between your thighs. “let me help you.”

nicho takes the blunt from you, ashing it before taking a hit and placing a hand on your cheek, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb as a sign to get you to open up for him. “be a good girl ‘n make sure to inhale for me sweetheart.” he states, voice low and raspy.

he takes a hit and your eyes widen as his face comes impossibly close, blowing the smoke into your open mouth while you do your best to inhale, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

he does it a couple more times, taking pleasure in how flustered you look and the needier you get, biting back a smirk when you subconsciously grind back and forth on his thigh, quiet moans like music to his ears when his jeans catch your clit just right.

you’re so gone n so needy, you can’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes, peering up at nicholas through wet lashes with a sweet little pout adorning your face. he wants to help you out but he’s enjoying the show, flexing his thigh at times just to hear you gasp n moan, so close to reaching your orgasm but ‘s just not enough, unwillingly edging yourself the more you rut against him.

[miabbh]

Baekhyun and the reader have a big fight because Baekhyun thinks she's being unnecessarily jealous. He unintentionally says hurtful things to the reader and she cries a lot. But the real thing is that when Baekhyun goes to apologize to her, she says, "You're not ashamed of making your pregnant wife cry, are you?" and shocks him with this news.

I would be happy if you could write such a story. Thank you and have a nice day! 🩷

Don't Make Me Wait ⌛

husband!baekhyun x reader

Genre: slightly angst, jealousy (by the reader), pregnancy | ~2,6k words

The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful nor heavy, stretching between them like an unspoken truth you didn't want to acknowledge. You sat curled up on the couch, staring at the untouched dinner still warm on the table, the candle you had lit hours ago flickering weakly.

Baekhyun was late again.

Not that he had done anything wrong—not really. He had texted earlier, saying work ran long, apologizing like he always did. But lately, the apologies felt routine, like a script he repeated without thought. And maybe that’s what hurt the most—not the lateness itself, but the growing feeling that you were becoming an afterthought in his life.

Not that you could make yourself blame him anyway—although maybe it could explain the feeling punching in your chest in an easier way. He was just doing his job, being the hardworking man you felt in love with and were perfectly aware of the consequences when you said I do. And if you were realistic, he was practically sent home to rest since the new company, so you really have a lot of time together.

The last weeks, though... you just barely saw each other awake—the biggest frequent glince you had of him was his cute and serene pouty face as he whines as you moved away from his arms, the morning starting early to you; and his soft smile through your heavy eyeleads as he carried you to bed whispering something your mind couldn't quite understand. Besides that, some calls, texts, some silly and cute selfies; some teasing angles of him proving he was giving his best on getting ready for the new season.

But.... his best was when he arrived home, announcing himself and just wait long enough for you to greet him back before looking for you around the house if you took a too long time to answer, and then kiss you like he needed to, like you were the oxygen that he did not breathe all day.

He was breathing lately, it seems. Breathing the sandwiches he ordered because a dancer of his said it was good; breathing the horrible green drink that allegedly helps to eliminate toxins because a dancer of his other dancer said was extraordinarily efficient; breathing the short documentary he watched during the break with his friend; breathing very deeply the last tiktok trend with his choreographer and staff.

It was bitter, the taste of all this at the end of so many days—or it was simply some change in your taste buds that made everything but tasty, as you read this afternoon in an ebook about pregnancy and maternity.

You wanted to tell him today, taking advantage of being so thoughtful and nervous about that that sleep would surely not come before he arrived. You knew him, you really did, and you were not scared of his reaction; still, your heart was beating so fast at the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you—again, even though it was not exactly because of you, keept you in check.

The sound of keys and the door opening took you from the thoughts, and you had to take a deep breath, reviewing all the words you thought about saying.

He wasn't alone, though. No, he was alone—but he was talking on the phone. He walked in, his eyes widening as he saw you awake sat on the couch. He murmured a "hey, love" under his breath, leaning in to kiss your forehead before signaling he was going to the bathroom.

Okay, okay. Sometimes business come home.

As he came back, though, typing something on the phone, a bumpy smile on his face, it was a bit too much. You sat on your seat on the table, following suit as he took off his jacket.

"We're going out tomorrow morning with the boys." he said, his tone betraying the enthusiasm for the plans. "We finally managed to get matching schedules after like- a month and an half?"

You hmm in response.

"But are you going to come home earlier, then?" you asked, the food in your plat untouched.

Baekhyun frown, chewing. His phone buzzed on the corner of the table.

"Probably not, babe, I still don't feel a part of the choreo and Kasper is stopping by to help."

You nodded, lips pressing into a thin line as you stared at your plate. His answer wasn’t surprising, but it still stung. But still, you didn't have the heart to confront him about it. You just couldn't, somehow... not like this, not right now.

“I see.” you murmured, poking at the food with the fork.

Baekhyun glanced up at you, sensing something off in your tone. His phone buzzed again, and you caught the flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he reached for it. He unlocked the screen, quickly typing a response, that same shadow of a smile on his lips—but if the plans were getting great, he didn't say a thing. You exhaled slowly, trying to steady the weight pressing against your chest. And the table trembled again, and you couldn't help back.

"Is Kasper going too?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, quiet but sharp enough to make Baekhyun pause mid-chew.

He blinked at you, caught off guard.

"What?"

You shook your head, setting your fork down, looking at everything but this eyes, wishing he couldn't see you fighting the tears. The heat went up through your cheeks, warming the ground for your almost inevitable crying. No, you would hold back!

“Never mind.” you managed to say.

“No, hold on.” He put his phone down, sitting up straighter. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, feeling ridiculous now that the words had left your mouth. But it was too late to take them back. It was not like you, to get.... jealous of how time with other people.

“Nothing.” you said again, forcing a small smile. Nah, it was the hormones, you silently blamed. “Forget I said anything.”

Baekhyun wasn’t having it.

“We don't know yet. But you have any objection on Kasper going too?” His voice wasn’t defensive, but there was an edge to it—like he was trying to make sense of something that hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“It’s not about that.” you admitted, rubbing your temple, the tears seemed to sisappear fast this way.. “It’s just…” You sighed, searching for the right words. “Lately, it feels like you have so much space in your life for everyone and everything—except me.”

Baekhyun frowned, his gaze softening.

“That’s not true.”

"Isn't it?" You let out a quiet sigh, almost a mocking laugh with it, shaking your head. “Looks like it."

“Babe…” He reached across the table, but you leaned back instinctively, putting just enough distance between you that he noticed.

"You don't see it, do you?" You exhaled, eyes locked onto his. "You come home, kiss me, ask how my day was, but you're not really here. You're thinking about work, about schedules, about dances, about—" You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to calm down. "I don't doubt that you love me, Baek. But lately, I feel like I'm just… part of your routine."

Baekhyun’s expression shifted, frustration creeping in.

"That’s not fair." he muttered. "I’ve been working hard, trying to balance everything—”

"I know that!" Your voice cracked slightly, emotion bubbling to the surface. "And I’m proud of you. I always have been. But when was the last time you asked me how I felt and actually listened? When was the last time you noticed that I’m not okay, or that I want more kisses, and that I need your help for—? I never had to ask and now I struggle in front of you but you do nothing until I have it almost done!"

Silence.

His brows knitted together, as if he was about to say something—but he didn’t. And that silence said more than words ever could.

You inhaled sharply, feeling your chest tighten. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Baekhyun rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling deeply.

“I didn’t realize you felt that way.” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But… babe, I can’t constantly reassure you. I need you to trust me. We're married, I literally carry proof of that daily. I can't just– check on you all the time, you know how to ask for help when you need it, babe.”

You froze.

The words hit like a slap, not because they were cruel, but because they implied something that made your stomach turn—like you were being unreasonable, overreacting.

Baekhyun must have realized it too, because his eyes widened slightly.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like—” But it was too late. Your throat felt tight, and before you could stop yourself from actually crying, you stood up.

“I think I’m done.” you whispered, your voice unsteady pushing your plate away. ��Good night, Baekhyun.”

And you walked away before he could even say another word, blinking back the sting of tears as you made your way to the bedroom with a blurry vision.

Baekhyun didn’t follow you. His footsteps didn't rush to get to you before you closed the door. For the first time in a long time, he let you walk away. And somehow, that hurt even more.

Baekhyun sat frozen at the dining table long after you disappeared into the bedroom. The plate in front of him remained half-eaten, but he had lost his appetite completely.

The silence in the apartment felt heavier now, suffocating. The buzzing nerve wracking by its sound and the constant shake of the glasses on the wooden table.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. What the hell just happened?

It wasn’t like you to get upset over something like this. Sure, you were sensitive sometimes, but you always talked things through. This time, though… this time, you had walked away.

And the worst part?

He had let you.

Baekhyun rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of regret settle in his chest. He replayed your words in his mind—your voice, tight with emotion, the tears swelling in your eyes, your cheeks red as you tried to hold them back. The way you had looked at him, like you were tired of fighting… of fighting for his attention.

"When was the last time you noticed that I’m not okay?"

His stomach twisted. Had he really been so wrapped up in everything else that he failed to see you slipping away? You we're more tired lately, that's for sure: the weird positions in which you fall asleep speaking by themselves. The cause behind it, though? He really didn't know, but he should.

He pushed his chair back with a quiet scrape, glancing toward the bedroom door. The light was off.

Maybe he should give you space.

Maybe—

No.

He needed to fix this. Now.

Baekhyun stood up, making his way to the bedroom. He hesitated just outside the door, hand resting on the handle. For the first time in a long time, he felt nervous about stepping inside.

Still, he took a breath and pushed it open.

The room was dark except for the soft glow of the hallway’s light filtering through the open door You were lying on your side, facing away from him, curled up beneath the blankets.

“Babe?” His voice was quiet, hesitant.

You didn’t answer. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I know you’re awake.” he whispered.

Still nothing.

Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, close but not touching you. He wanted to reach out, but something about the way your shoulders were stiff, the way you held yourself so still—it told him you weren’t ready.

“I’m sorry." he murmured, staring at his hands. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel like you don’t matter. That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

Silence.

Baekhyun swallowed hard, pushing forward anyway.

“I didn’t see it.” he admitted. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve been neglecting us. You’re right. I’ve been so caught up in work, in making sure I do everything right there, that I didn’t notice I was doing things wrong here.”

You shifted slightly under the blanket, but you still didn’t speak.

“I love giving you smooches. And hugs. And help you although I know you can do whatever it is on your own—most of the times, sometimes another pair of hands are really needed…” his voice grows quieter, his chest heavy with scenarios of you feeling so lonely, even when he was there. It reminded him of the past, when nothing seemed right nor fair in his life—he wasn't alone, but he felt like he was. You living the same feeling? He couldn't have that. “I'm sorry…”

Baekhyun sighed.

“I’m an idiot, huh?”

Finally, you exhaled a soft, humorless laugh.

“Sometimes.”

He smiled a little at that. A small victory. Encouraged, he turned toward you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder.

“Can you look at me, please?”

You hesitated before finally rolling onto your back, blinking up at him. Your eyes were puffy from crying, and Baekhyun felt his chest tighten with guilt.

“My love…” his thumb gently runned down your cheeks. “I am really sorry. I'll be managing the next week differently, alright? Make time to have dinner together and hear you complain about everything everyday. I promise you. Share the tea too, while some shitty show plays on TV...”

You nodded slightly, your eyes still glassy, but you can't help but roll them.

“You’re not ashamed of making your pregnant wife cry, are you?”

The words slipped from your lips softly, but they might as well have been a right twinge. Baekhyun froze, the colour of his cheeks ghosting for a moment.

His brain completely short-circuited.

“W-what?” His voice cracked, eyes widening.

Your expression was unreadable, but your fingers instinctively rested on your stomach—a small, almost unconscious gesture. Baekhyun followed the movement, his gaze locking onto your hand. His heart pounded.

Pregnant?

His mouth opened, but no words came out. A thousand thoughts crashed into him at once, but none of them formed into anything coherent.

“You… you’re…” He swallowed, looking back at you, completely overwhelmed. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded slowly.

Silence stretched between you.

Then—

“Oh my god.”

Baekhyun surged forward, pulling you into his arms before you could say anything else, the cool air on the room cooling your back. His grip was tight, almost desperate, as if the reality of your words had just hit him full force.

You felt him exhale against your shoulder, his body trembling slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was muffled, thick with emotion.

You hesitated, then whispered.

“I wanted to. But we kept missing each other. And then… we started fighting.”

Baekhyun pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the remnants of your tears. His eyes were glistening, filled with something raw and unfiltered.

“I’m so sorry.” he breathed. “For everything. For not seeing you, for making you feel alone—God, baby, I should have been here. I will be here.”

You searched his gaze, and for the first time in weeks, you saw him—fully present, fully yours.

“Promise?” you asked, voice small.

Baekhyun leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I swear.” he murmured. “You and our baby… you’re my whole world.”

His hand slid over your stomach, hesitantly at first—like he was afraid of breaking the moment. When you placed your hand over his, guiding him, his breath hitched.

A tear slipped down his cheek, but he didn’t care.

“I love you." he whispered. “Both of you!” a smile illuminated his face. “I'm taking friday as a day off. I will need to rotate but I will take a day off to do the deep cleaning of the week. And tell me about the appointments, okay? I'll go with you.”

And for the first time in a long time, you felt truly seen—with Baekhyun mentally rearranging the schedule, making plans for you both, a conversation of something you both could look forward to, while resting in each other's arms, feeling every touch.

[brwnsugcr]

oh darling, just kiss me (under the cherry blossom tree).

word count: 1.1k rating: teen

for anonie. ♡ mwuah

naruhina + a sneaaaky sakura-chan. canon divergent blank period era.

preview.

hinata thought that by fulfilling her duties as the future hyuga clan leader, she could put her feelings for naruto on the backburner, locked safe and away, her precious secret to keep and take to the grave. but oh did she think of him. and she did so fondly. sakura catches her eye from where she sits against the tree and gives the girl a wink. naruto doesn’t notice this exchange and leans back on his hands, his eyes on hinata. “so! old man hiashi killin’ ya, yet? sakura-chan told me he hasn’t been goin’ easy on ya since you started training, too.” “that’s one way of putting it. father’s never been one to… go easy on someone.” and she gives a little sigh of frustration, despite herself, the knit on her eyebrows coming together as she reflects on her own weakness, how she has had to push and push and push to get to where she is now. but there are moments like these with naruto, where she questions everything. there’s no possible way in her eyes that he could ever reciprocate such tender feelings, and yet when he leans in to smooth his thumb over the wrinkles in her forehead, he makes her heart flutter with hope. she forgets that sakura is even sitting with them, her cheeks blossoming into a pretty pink as naruto uses that same hand to play curiously with her windblown tresses as they fly. “you got this, hinata…” "oh, naruto-kun..." hinata sighs, gazing back into his eyes. that's right! he has always believed in her, even when no one had. he does care about her, he values her, he - “dooo I need to leave?” “no!” hinata squeaks the same time naruto blurts, “yes!” “huh?!”

[solifloris]

headcanon that xavier loves making out w ur pussy. he treats it like a second pair of lips fr. he loves resting his head against one of ur thighs and sloppily making out w ur folds the same way he does w ur lips. he’s so sloppy!!

i also like to think he’ll do that when ur occupied on ur phone to grab ur attention 🤭

ANONIE YOU GET IT. YOU GET IIITTT. he is ABSOLUTELY the type to get pussy drunk, i've said it before and i'll say it again but he would definitely love to spend hours down there ✋ and it's like? messy, lazy, chill vibes? there's something about having your legs spread all prettily for him when you're doing the most mundane things... how he's able to drink you up without really thinking about it, getting all the fuck in there and not caring in the slightest if he's being sloppy (and hell yeah, he will be), eyes closed and everything like he's genuinely enjoying it... plus those? little hums that he'd make against you bc? he's really just there reveling in how good you taste, he doesn't care about much else!!!

feels like more of something he'd do when he wants to, but he'd 100% also start doing it to get your attention when he realizes how much you enjoy it 😭✋ it's a win-win situation for him that way 😭✋

[elllisaaa]

Was quite hesitant in asking but how are teachers pet y/n and yunho like are they still keeping it on the low ??? It’s okay if these are not your type of asks I’m sorry

ah no no you're totally fine anonie ! actually, i love when people ask me about this (and that gives me the perfect occasion to talk about my favourite fic <3).

they definitely kept their relationship on the low until y/n finished college and got her degree, but that didn't stop her from soft-lauching yunho on her instagram. yunho also had to announce to his and hana's family that they had broken up, and obviously, that sparked up a really big argument. he mostly doesn't talk to his family anymore and it pains him, but he knows it was for the best since they weren't really good people. once y/n found a job, they definitely made it more official. they're not really showing to the world but not hiding it either, you see ? as soon as y/n handed back the keys of her dorm room, she moved in with yunho in his new apartment and they still go to miss mc millan's bookstore once a month (she's now waiting for the day yunho will propose to y/n).

[ropebunys]

do you ever think about what kind of house/apartment you want to live in eventually? how you'll decorate it, what you'll have in there, etc (i mean a wire kennel or cozy dog bed will probably be in there somewhere, but the domestic side is nice to think about too.) it feels good sometimes to think about what you hope for and escape into the future, if that makes sense

ohh what a cute ask. I often daydream about what kind of cozy reading space I’d have, with lots of bookshelves. I always loved plants so I’d love to have soo many. I have 20 back in my bedroom at my parents house. I painted the wall a nice green, not neon or lime but like this pretty light camoish green. it matches cause my undercut is dyed green (I think the hairstyle is called peekaboo hair or whatever) and then the other hairs are dark brown (I just got it redyed so my hair looks black rn but it’s a very very dark brown) so I like to match things with my green hair. I saw this misfits shirt in the store and it had the band name in green and I got sooo excited

I wanna have a pet room too for multiple hamster cages. I can currently only own one at home because we don’t have space for another huge cage in my room, so when I have a steady income and my own place I want to have a cute pet room where I can hopefully have more hammie enclosures <3 my old man is turning 2 in two months 😭😭😭😭😭 he’s my 4th hamster since 2019/2020 ish when I started taking care of them. they’re such incredible animals but they’re so mistreated, especially online for views and likes :( it makes me really sad

I also daydream a lot about having a play area for when I age regress. maybe a cute lil plushie corner and a space for books for when it’s sleepy time. maybe a cute little colorful rug

those are my main wishes for a home. I’d also love to have a garden and a decently sized yard with pretty green grass and flowers like we do at home at my parents house

and OBVIOUSLY a dog kennel with a cute lil warm fuzzy doggy bed for me to sleep in and dog food bowls for me to eat out of and doggy toys for me to play with duhh

[anonybaby]

Anony_Baby’s Master List

I’ve decided to list out all the fics I’ve written thus far; including the pairings in case anyone is new to my blog and is interested in giving my stories a read. (Kudos and comments are always appreciated) 1,000 and 1 thank you’s to all my mutes who have been here from the beginning and encourage me to keep on going!) There are no stories without all of you lovely, lovely readers. 🤍 📖

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Green - Randy meets Cody for the first time and they have a consequential encounter before Cody’s debut match. After this, he accepts his fate and decides he will make all of the tough choices and perform any of the necessary actions if it means Cody will be by his side Told from Randy’s perspective and chalk full of angst, lust and melancholic feels. [Takes place in 2007-2010]

Pairings: Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes

Stories in this series > Green, Once I Saw Him (ongoing)

You Know Me Like I Do (one shot) - Cody and Randy have a conversation about Drew’s promo and Cody reveals what he chooses to hide away. [Takes place in Jan 2023.]

Pairings: Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes

Self Chosen (one shot) - Randy makes peace with the notion that he won’t be there for Cody’s dramatic injury storyline. [Takes place in December 2024.]

Pairings: Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes

˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ The Pulp Fantasy Collection ❝ ᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚

The following stories take part place in a realm I’ve dubbed “Pulp Fantasy”. These stories are in an alternate universe. I write with the intention of making these stories sound like myths, the language is a lot more floral and indulgent in tune with an adult fantasy with plenty of smut. I pull from kayfabe and character work of the wrestlers involved.

Omen - A prequel to kick things off. Dusty Rhodes has a talk with his son Cody about his concerns over the blossoming friendship between him and a certain young man. [Takes place in 2007.]

Pairings: Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes

Fa’ate’aina (Dethroned) - These stories are all about the power struggles in the WWE Universe between the royal families. Reigns, Rhodes and Orton battle externally for glory and internally with jealousy, rage love and conquest. [Stories take place amongst various years]

Pairings: Roman Reigns/Cody Rhodes Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes

Stories in this series > Babygirl, Gata i le mutia, Fifteen, Submission, Renegade

Hellfire - Drew McIntyre confirms his suspicions about his tag team partner Cody Rhodes the night they won the Tag Team Championship while being “The Dashing Ones”. [Takes place 2010.] The other two stories are of a darker nature, where Drew McIntyre seeks to make his twisted dreams come true. [Takes place 2023- current day.]

Pairings: Drew McIntyre/Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes

Stories in this series > Cathú Trom, Hellfire, Trom-Laighe

[hanafubukki]

I'm a sucker for the "kissing scars" scenario and I just saw your tag about Lilia having them and now I can't stop thinking about it!!! aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA

[about this post]

YOU AND ME BOTH ANONIE YOU AND ME BOTH AHHHH 🫂🫂💞💞

I headcanon that Lilia has scars. I mean how can he not? He fought in war. He was shocked by thunder. There is no way he doesn’t have scars. Inflicted on him or through training, he has them.

Look at his outfit? Love the outfit. Chef kiss. Sexy sexy fae. But you can’t tell me that armor will protect him from everything (unless it’s magicked?? Or something?? 🤔)

His general outfit is more speed and brunt force attack than defense (from what I can tell) so he has to have had some injuries.

I can see Lilia hide his scars with magic. He didn’t want his boys to worry. Even now, centuries later, he can feel them.

The pain has dulled but it’s still there, some days it hurts more than others. But he sees the smiles in front of him and he’s know each one was worth it. For this moment right in front of him.

When he attends NRC, the diasomnia uniform covers them without issue, and the moments they aren’t? A little magic will do the trick. Beside, he looks cuter this way, wouldn’t you say?

Can you imagine then? The vulnerability of him revealing these scars to you? You running your hands over them? Feeling the uneven skin.

Some scarred red as if new; some darkened with time. All of different sizes. Some too close to places that, for anyone else, would have been fatal.

Can you imagine then? Taking those hands and kissing them? Each and every scar? Can you imagine kissing the scars on his back. Those over his heart? The one by his neck, any deeper it would have spelled his end.

Imagine running ointments over his scars. Him blissfully sleeping. Lilia waking up refreshed for once in many years.

Aches nearly gone. All these years he had kept them hidden, managed the pain on his own, but with you; he has finally been able to rest and recover in a way he hasn’t in a long time.

He finally allowed himself to be vulnerable.

I can see Lilia, after book 7, not hide it anymore. There’s no point. The truth is known and he would rather reserve his magic than waste it.

He might not show it out in the open but in the dorm? In his room? When he’s with family and you? He doesn’t hide it anymore.

His scars are a part of him. They spoke of his past. It spoke of his sacrifices. A constant reminder of what led to his present.

It’s something he doesn’t need to hide anymore.

Not now and not ever again.

He is Lilia Vanrouge, the one who loves his family.

[baekhyunsbestie]

this might b silly but can you write something where you meet mongryong and baekhyun gets jealous bc youre only paying attention to the dog😭

you barely take two steps into baekhyun’s apartment before you hear the jingle of a tiny collar, followed by the rapid pitter-patter of paws against the floor. in the blink of an eye, a small, fluffy corgi comes barreling toward you, his little body wiggling with excitement, ears perked, and stubby legs working overtime to close the distance.

“oh my god,” you gasp, immediately crouching down, arms outstretched like you’ve been waiting your whole life for this moment. “hi, baby! who is this handsome little guy?”

mongryong doesn’t hesitate to jump into your lap, licking at your fingers, your wrists, anywhere he can reach. you giggle, running your hands through his soft fur, completely enchanted. “you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen,” you coo, scratching behind his ears as he nuzzles into your touch.

baekhyun, standing behind you, clears his throat. loudly. obnoxiously.

you don’t even look up.

“so this is what betrayal feels like,” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

still, you don’t acknowledge him. you’re too busy letting mongryong lick your cheek, melting at the tiny excited noises he makes.

baekhyun scoffs. “are you kidding me? i invite you over to introduce you to my son, and you forget i exist?”

you finally look at him, blinking innocently. “oh, were you saying something?”

his jaw drops. “are you being forreal right now?”

mongryong lets out a little yip, almost like he’s laughing at baekhyun, which only makes you giggle more. you hold his tiny face in your hands and pepper kisses all over his forehead. “sorry, b, i’ve made my choice. it was nice knowing you.”

baekhyun groans, dragging a hand down his face. “i brought mongryong into this world, and now he’s stealing the love of my life.”

“seems like a skill issue,” you tease, finally standing up with mongryong still cradled in your arms.

baekhyun glares. “i hope he sheds all over your clothes.”

“worth it,” you hum, pressing another kiss to mongryong’s fluffy head while baekhyun watches, utterly defeated.

the rest of the day is war.

baekhyun starts off subtle. or at least, what he thinks is subtle.

you’re settled on the couch, legs tucked comfortably beneath you, scrolling through your phone with mongryong curled up in your lap like a tiny, fluffy king. baekhyun “accidentally” bumps into you as he plops down beside you, stretching so dramatically that it looks more like a performance than a casual movement.

his arm just so happens to land over your shoulders.

he exhales loudly, head tilting back like he’s carrying the weight of the world. “wow,” he sighs, voice rich with manufactured exhaustion. “i’m just so tired.”

he sneaks a glance at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for some kind of reaction. any reaction.

you hum—barely—still scratching behind mongryong’s ears, completely absorbed in your screen.

baekhyun’s eye twitches.

round one: unsuccessful.

his next attempt? food.

he marches into the room with a plate of neatly cut fruit, holding it up like he’s a divine provider, a generous god bestowing gifts upon his most precious disciple.

“babe,” he sings, stepping in front of you, blocking your view of mongryong like some kind of desperate human eclipse. he waves a strawberry in front of your face, tone dripping with sugary temptation. “open wide.”

you glance up for half a second, pluck the strawberry from his fingers, and pop it into your mouth without ceremony.

“thanks, babe,” you mumble, chewing, before immediately turning your attention back to the tiny ball of fluff in your lap.

baekhyun stares at you. that’s it?

his lips part. “what about me?” he demands, voice full of the betrayal of a man scorned. “you’re supposed to feed me too.”

without even looking away from mongryong, you reach for another strawberry and offer it to him blindly.

baekhyun blinks. he accepts the fruit in stunned silence, placing it in his mouth, but it tastes bitter.

round two: complete and utter failure.

by midday, he’s desperate.

he creeps up next to you on the couch, too close, his thigh pressing insistently against yours. the air shifts as he leans in, radiating heat, his presence demanding to be noticed. but you? you’re unfazed, still cradling mongryong in your lap, fingers idly scratching behind his ears like baekhyun isn’t suffering beside you.

he clears his throat. “hey.”

you hum, barely acknowledging him.

“hey,” he tries again, nudging your leg. “hey.”

you exhale a slow, amused breath. “what?”

his lips ghost along the shell of your ear as he lowers his voice to a husky whisper, words dripping with mischief.

“i’m not wearing any underwear.”

he pulls back slightly, waiting—no, anticipating—your reaction, the scandalized gasp, the flustered glance, the way you might finally look at him.

instead, you snort. “okay? good for you.”

and then, as if to drive the humiliation deeper, mongryong sneezes.

baekhyun gapes.

a sneeze? a sneeze gets more of a reaction than his most devious, shameless confession?!

he stares at mongryong, betrayal etched across his features. the fluffy traitor snuggles closer to you, completely unbothered, while baekhyun sits there, shattered.

round three: humiliating defeat.

by the time evening rolls around, baekhyun has reached his limit.

you’re sprawled on the couch, warm and content, with mongryong curled up on your chest like a tiny, fluffy prince. the soft rhythm of his breathing rises and falls against you, a gentle weight that makes you sink even deeper into the cushions. and then—

a shadow looms.

baekhyun stands over you, arms crossed, his silhouette cutting sharply against the golden glow of the living room light. his lips press into a firm line, his gaze flicking between you and mongryong, who—completely oblivious to the brewing storm—nestles closer into your embrace.

“alright, that’s it,” baekhyun declares, voice thick with exasperation. “hand him over.”

you blink up at him, eyes wide with feigned innocence. “who?”

his eye twitches. “you know who.”

with the precision of a man on a rescue mission, he reaches down, fingers just brushing against mongryong’s tiny body—only for the little traitor to burrow deeper against you, whining in protest.

baekhyun recoils, clutching his chest like he’s just been stabbed. “you’re turning him against me.”

you fight back a smirk. “i didn’t do anything.”

his arms flail. “exactly! that’s the problem!”

before you can respond, he collapses onto you, draping himself over your body with all the grace of a man who has truly lost it. the weight of him presses mongryong between you, and the pup lets out a soft huff of displeasure, but baekhyun doesn’t care—he's too busy whining into your shoulder.

“baby, please,” he muffles against your skin, dragging out the last syllable in pure agony. “i need love too.”

you laugh, the sound vibrating through both of them. finally, finally, you give in, threading your fingers through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

“you’re so needy,” you tease.

he perks up instantly, lifting his head just enough to flash you a triumphant grin. “you finally noticed!”

you roll your eyes, but the fondness in your touch betrays you. with a sigh, you pull him closer, letting him tuck himself against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. mongryong wiggles between you, but ultimately, he stays put, resigned to sharing.

baekhyun smirks against your throat. “guess i won.”

without hesitation, you flick his forehead.

“shut up.”

he grins, but there's a softness to it now, something quieter, something full. his arms tighten around you, a content hum vibrating against your skin.

“love you,” he murmurs, and just like that, the fight is over—not that it ever really was one.

you sigh, exasperated but helpless against the warmth blooming in your chest. your fingers slip back into his hair, slow and indulgent.

“yeah, yeah,” you mutter, pressing a lazy kiss to his temple. “love you too, you big baby.”

[strawbrrycuteblog]

omg hiiiii

niki with insecure reader smut when?? Like reader is a lil thick (thick thighs, stomach fat, love handles all that yk) and she’s a lil insecure but Niki makes her feel all better with some kisses, and more then kisses and omg body worship 100% the entire time he fucks reader he is just, compliment after compliment :(

also can I be ur 🌀 anon? (I just did a binge read of ALL ur works, it’s all amazing)<3

Hi!! Ofc you can be 🌀 anon! Ty for the compliment on my works 🍓 (I won’t do Niki but I’ll make it with no name so everyone can imagine whoever they want!)

He watched the way you looked down at your thighs, not touching them but definitely judging them. He hated seeing this so he walked over.

“Something up love?”

You looked up at him and shook your head, he also shook his head “please tell me…” you took a heavy deep breath and let it out before talking in an unsteady voice.

“What makes you love me?…I don’t see why you like me, I don’t even like me..”

“How could I not love or like you? Babe you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t lie..”

He furrowed his eyes and pulled you up, “Niki wh-“ “shut up and let me worship your body.”

You stared at him while he trailed his hands to down your sides, to your ass. “How could you hate your body?” He laid you down on the bed and got on top of you, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck.

“Baby what could you possibly hate about yourself?”

“My thighs…they’re so big, and my stomach is just ugh, it’s annoying and not flat. It’s not attractive..”

“Not attractive? If you didn’t have those love handles what else would I hold onto when I fuck you? Pound into you the way you love so much?”

Your face flushed when his words hit your ears, he smiled at this and kissed your cheek, his hands now going up to your breast under your his shirt, groping them and pinching your nipples, you whine at the pain but it felt good nonetheless, he pushed his clothes bulge against your cunny and you whine bucking your hips up to get more friction.

“Fuck that feels so good, you’re pretty little cunny needing me?”

“Please…please just touch me..”

He obeyed immediately and held onto your love handles, pressing you onto his dick more until he got up and started to unbuckle his belt, he pulled off his jeans and his boxers.

Your hands trailed up his shirt feeling his subtle abs, biting your lip to control your moans just from the touch. He put his hand over your mouth, “open.”

You spit into his hand and he smirked pulling it back, rubbing his dick a few times, he pulled your hips up and lining himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in.

“Fuuckk, damn baby so tight..”

He let out a deep breath while he looked down at the thighs and wrapped them around his slim waist, squeezing them.

“Look at These thighs love, they’re so pretty aren’t they? So beautiful..especially when you wear skirts, or when you wear those silky dresses…”

He spoke gently as he kept hitting your cervix all you could do was moan and whine, he gently took your hand so you’d look at him

“You’re so beautiful baby, I don’t care what you think because I know every cur- fuck..” he stopped when you clenched around him.

He caressed your stomach and pulled you up — he pulled off your shirt and brought you closer, he sucked on your breast until his tongue met your nipple, letting it go with a loud pop and smiled.

“Such sweet sounds..”

He thrusted faster as he reached his own climax soon, burying his face in your neck as he whine, “feels so good, wanna mark up this body, your body, all mine, so pretty so so fucking gorgeous.”

He kept riding out his high until you came on his dick, your hands gripping his shoulder as you arched your back

“S’too much!”

He chuckled and nodded

“I know baby…I know..”

He pulled out and kissed your nose.

“I’ll be right back”

He goes to the bathroom and you sit up on your elbows, he then came back with a warm wet towel, he wiped your small sweat off and your pretty pussy.

“Whenever you have those hateful thoughts please just tell me okay?”

“Thank you babe..”

“It’s my pleasure love..”

He kissed you and moved you to lay under the covers properly then getting in with you after he put the lights off.

“I love all your curves and chubbiness okay? To your thighs, love handles, tummy and more. I love all of it and that’s not gonna change..”

You just nodded and smiled at him.

“I’m so glad im with you…I love you..”

“And I love you my little gremlin..”

Okay honestly I think I can do so much better with this but I was multitasking with this, I might do a rework on this later when I have much more time since it’s Christmas Eve! But I hope for now it’s to your liking! If you want me to change some parts just tell me and I will! 🍓

[rodolfoparras]

been very low energy these past few days... zzzzz

so anyhow have this ask where i write a fic for the fic writer 🫶🏼 little gift

thinking about price who isn't very vocal in bed, not because he's insecure or anything, he knows how much you love the noises he makes. you make it obvious, taking it as encouragement that you're doing well

he just... isn't. it's not something he's used to, having taken a dominant role in past relationships (heteronormativity the worst enemy of gay whimpering men).

that was until you two tried something new, price was reluctant at first, never having been... submissive like this. it felt a bit jarring at first, not that he didn't trust you, of course he did! with his life, even

but all those thoughts oh so quickly melted away, as your hand gently pumped his length. price hadn't expected you to be so gentle with him... so slow and sweet, whispering all the praise in the world into his ears, that he "was taking it so well", "so good for agreeing to this" and "you're so handsome, all nice and hard just for me" needless to say, this was driving him insane.

price wasn't a vocal man, but when you suggested he gives up control, "just to try it out", you'd tell him, it's like a switch turned in his head.

now, he's riding your dick all pretty, soft tears flowing down his cheeks... and so, so loud. he squeaks, whimpers, at basically every movement you make, your cock sliding against his warm entrance and gods, it just filled him up so good.

it was like it brushed against his prostate every time he merely shifted to get a better grip. price really tried to keep his noises in at first but every thought of his was melting into nothing as you thrust inside.

you guided his hips up and down your length, he's so so close, and you, so merciful, lets him cum all over your chest because he has been so good and pliant.

the mess he makes of himself is worth everything you've done to him, begging and moaning your name while his cock spurts small streams of cum after he's so spent and there's nothing left.

FELT SO SILLY WRITING THIS

love u?!?!? /p enjoy

- 🌷

Anonie when I say I have tears in my eyes from how beautiful I found this I’m being 100% serious

Thank you so much you don’t know how sweet of a read this was I’m going to read it over and over and over 😭 literally all I want in life is to be the one to care for price and have him go on auto pilot

Imagine your whole life being the one to take care of others putting everyone before yourself even in bed and sure while it’s absolutely a nice feeling sometimes he just wants to be taken care of, believe it or not at first he thought he couldnt be submissive because he’s always been the one in charge that is of course until he meets you you’re much older yourself a captain as well and beside the fact that you’re a wonderful soldier you’re also a wonderful person

After every harsh mission you’ll be the first to check upon him even though he’s told everyone he’s fine if it’s been a practically hard day you’ll see it on his face won’t mention it but you’ll instead offer to go on a walk with him and he loves it so much, going on long night walks where you talk about everything and nothing sharing cigar and leaving the work and worries behind

Or how you’ll always remember his food preferences and bring it to his office when you see that he hasn’t frequented canteen for the day you’ll even sit with him while he eats and he’ll feel shy about eating alone so he’ll offer you a bite but you’re just happy to spend time with him

You’ll even take time out of your busy schedule to take him away from the base have him visit some places he’s always wanted to visit whether it be a restaurant, somewhere up in the mountains or wherever else his heart desires to go

And out on a mission it feels so different with you sure he has 141 to check up on him but it’s different with someone older someone who’s also in charge keeping an eye on him or an iron grip on his hips to make sure he stays close by and nothing hurts him

Sure he’s been a captain and spent many years in the industry and knows damn well how to take care of himself but it feels so nice to be cared for once

And when he tumbles with you in bed he ends up in a headspace he thought he could never visit, falling so submissive, feeling so safe allowing you to care for him til he’s sobbing in your embrace

[westanthewaterman]

Thank you!!!! I swear I looked at pyers stuff but I'm so sleepy rn I probably blew past it lmao

I can't wait to see what you've got cooking up, it's always nice to get a notification for your stuff!

Happy to help a Murdock enjoyer in need.

Thank you for the kind words, my anonymous friend. It's nice getting back into things and interacting with people again.

(P.S. If you're a Murdock enjoyer you will enjoy my Kinktober finale fic wink wink)

[elllisaaa]

i am soooooo looking forward to the perv! unit fics, that's my favorite genre 😈

aaah that's one of my favourite too !! i don't have a lot of time lately, but as soon as my midterms are over, i'm getting back to it, promise ! i hope you'll like it when it comes out !