#i wish i had cute pins

[seungsuki]

hair pins - nagi has long hair.. so why not make it look pretty? (gender neutral)

warning: none

note: sorry this is short but i'm low on ideas

“you know, your hair is pretty long” 

“i know”

“let’s decorate it!!”

and that is where nagi seishiro froze before tilting his head to his left. his game had a big ‘win’ written on it yet he didn’t care. he was taken aback at what you said to him 

“decorate..? my hair?”, seishiro asked as he unconsciously touched his bangs

you didn’t answer him and ran to your room. a few minutes later seishiro swore he heard things falling and moving but he shrugged his shoulders and went back to his game. you were a weirdo so it was pretty normal for these random moments. you came back with a box full of hair clips and other hair accessories 

“can i?”

seishiro looked up to see you holding the box with a big smile to persuade him. oh god, he wanted to say no cause he knew you would take a picture and upload it on your socials. 

keyword: wanted 

seishiro didn’t have the heart to say no. with a heavy sigh, he nodded and let you do your thing. that's how he ended up having pokemon hair clips on his hair and a random fluffy hairband to match.

“hope you’re happy”

“i am! thanks, sei! now smile for the camera!!”

© seungsuki 2024-25 -- do not repost, translate, alter, etc on any platform without permission. Any characters used in my work do not belong to me, they are created by their original creator

[flufflecat]

this is the most beautiful creature on earth and I will kill someone if it asks me to

[damnamour]

luznhoa + rainbow pins ― 8th august 2023

[candyheartedchy]

Just wanted to show off my new candy-heart pins on my ita bag!

[meownotgood]

my itabag is here...... I decorated it with aki..........

[truethes]

ive had enough of gacha just in the genshin game. i have now brought a mystery box irl.

[carcarrot]

do i need the noel badges. do i have to have them

[ashestoshadows]

Mega Audino pin on my DS (ngl I miss the Arcade Bunny :c)

[liketheletter-l]

i bought a 13 year old mint condition 8bit leonardo funko pop @ con last weekend and i took it out of the box because

A. it was cheap and i couldn't give less of a shit about collector culture if i tried and

B. i wanted to give him little kisses

[punkcherries]

hunter just gets fucking everything taken from him huh !!

[vergess]

Bro my mother just straight up lied to me constantly about my own physical body and I'm still trying to untangle all that

[pink-icedcoffee]

I have a Thumper pin!

And a free Hulk pin! ^^

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Simon "Ghost" Riley’s Breeding Kink 💘

just smut, breeding kink, praise, mdni

Simon had never brought up wanting kids, and you’d sort of assumed that he didn’t want them - with a background like his, and the hardened man that he is (when he’s not feeling poorly, and trying to be close to you 24/7) it would be totally understandable if he didn’t want to bring a whole new human into the world. Maybe the trauma just ruled that out. Even he had never really, consciously wanted children.

That was until you were pinned below him, with your pretty legs hoisted up to your chest and your hands wrapped around his body, digging into his back, dwarfed by the size of him. Simon likes to fuck you deep - he can go fast or slow, he doesn’t mind, but he needs to make sure that cute little cunt is taking all of him. He’d never wanted children, but the sight of you on his dick, little gasps slipping from those lips… you’d look so pretty carrying his babies.

"I want t’get you pregnant," he grunts, a tattooed arm moving up to the side of your head to support him as he fucks into you. You’ve been with him before, but you never get used to the sheer power of him, your lips forming a little O as you struggle to form your words.

"Wh- but I- Si-" you whine. You only wish he’d slow down to let you speak, but your flushed mumbling just encourages him, his fat tip making a bulge in your stomach.

"Can’t talk, love? Is my pretty girl struggling..?" A little, nasty glint in his eyes tells you just how much he’s enjoying seeing you struggle like this.

"Will you le’me give you a baby, darlin’?" he groans, gently brushing your hair out of your face. Faint words try to escape your lips but it’s futile, and your boyfriend grins as he watches you splutter and nod for him.

His strokes only become faster and deeper, causing your toes to curl when he touches parts so deep inside of you that you didn’t think possible. He let out little grunts of appreciation as your walls gripped him tight.

"Fuck…" he groaned, his brow furrowing, "y’feel so good… fuck…"

This man makes sure to take his time (and savour the view) and when he finally shoots his cum inside of you, he stays in there for a little while - just to make sure nothing can escape and undo all his hard work. If it did, it wouldn’t matter, he’d just fuck it right back into you.

"Such a good girl… takin’ my kids so well…" he whispers gruffly into your ear, his large hands stroking your back gently as you catch your breath.

"You’ll look so pretty with my babies, darlin’," he kisses your forehead softly.

i’m very new to writing smut so i hope this was ok 😋 love you lots

[donatellawritings]

୨୧ based on this submission from @sageworld

boxer!rafe & shy!reader bc they are cuties xx

a big fat reason why you were such a shy and mousey little thing was due to your thick latin accent and broken english. sure, you could hold your own with basic conversations, but your doe eyes never missed the way people squinted into over-exerted focus as you spoke. you were well aware of how you mispronounced words and the way you subconsciously elongated the wrong consonants, so you completely despised having to speak, unless you were spoken to. after spending about an hour with you, rafe was fully aware of your cute quirk and welcomed it with open arms.

quite frankly, the way your tongue carefully sang each word with practiced effort was heart wrenchingly adorable to him … and he silently wished that you’d never stop talking.

“okay, mama — y’gotta use y’words, just like i’ve been teachin’ you, yeah?” rafe calls out from the bathroom, steam leaking through the opened door, his voice raised, thanks to the toothbrush that rested between his teeth.

with a frustrated huff, you quickly blinked back the tears of defeat that welled in your bambi eyes, tilting your head back in a desperate attempt to stop your whiny tears from ruining your makeup that’s you’d spent a whopping hour and a half doing … it was so pretty, soft, and sparkly — messing it up would just send you over the edge.

you remained with your head tilted back for about a minute before the pinned up curls that covered your head became too heavy for your neck, “don’t want to, papi — i feel stupid,” you pouted your lips, swollen from the glittery plumping gloss that you’d applied just a few minutes prior.

rafe had taken it upon himself to be proactive when it came to breaking you away from your shy shell, and he figured that if you tackled your largest insecurity first — the rest would be a piece of cake. so, rafe decided that he simply wouldn’t talk to you, if you only gave him one worded answers or hummed responses.

“hey — fix y’face, no reason to be havin’ an attitude,” rafe enters his bedroom, towel hung low on his semi-wet hips as he snaps a corrective finger in your direction, his glassy eyes glaring into yours as you nod obediently.

adjusting the hem of your powder pink skims bandeau top, or lack thereof, to sit just a bit higher on your perky and swollen tits, you comply, “the pr-press thingy — yo no quiero ir,” you speak, your voice shaky as you approach rafe, bare feet padding against the polished hardwood flooring, “s’too many people,” you add in a low mumble.

acknowledging your concerns with a simple nod, rafe rolls his shoulders, the towel that once hung around his hips now replaced with grey briefs as he glances over at you, before letting out a hum of feigned thought, “that’s what had y’all fussy? jesus, baby,” he sighs, allowing his tight shoulders to soften as he nudges the tip of your chin with the knuckle of his index finger.

letting out an embarrassed whine, you closed the gap between you and rafe, swinging your arms around his tense neck as you jump from the tips of your painted toes, snaking your legs around his waist, earning a knowing sigh from your man, “y’know i can’t have you sitting here alone — need to keep an eye on you, mama,” he coos, keeping a free arm curled underneath the fat of your plush ass and thighs as he continues to make his way towards your shared closet, hiking you up to sit up a bit higher on his buff and toned frame.

“no soy una niña — y’not being nice,” you speak against the side of rafe’s neck, earning a quick slap to your bare ass, “raafe, that was hard,” you moan, lightly swatting your hand against his firm pecs.

rolling his eyes, rafe grabbed ahold of a the crisp navy blue suit jacket that hung neatly, his voice monotone as he searches for his matching slacks, “not a little girl, huh? y’sure as hell are actin’ like one, princess,” he comments blankly, his squinted eyes widening as he nudges your waist with the metal part of the hanger that held his jacket, “hold this f’me.”

with a bratty roll of your eyes, your small hand grips the hanger, your chin resting atop of rafe’s flexed clavicle as your makeup remains in tact.

fisting his slacks and louis vuitton belt in his grip, rafe walks out of the closet, leaving your legs to cling tightly around his waist as he walks towards his king sized bed, spinning lowering his frame to sit down on the edge of the bed, with you straddling him as his loving gaze met your sparkling eyes.

“okay baby, who’s the man that keeps a smile on y’face, huh?”

biting back a blush, you quickly peck your tingling lips against rafe’s, “rafe cameron,” you speak confidently, oblivious to the way the man before you’s dick began to tent within the thin fabric of his briefs. fuck, he loved the way your latin tongue rolled over each letter with innocent seduction.

“yeah?” rafe raises his eyebrows, “and who is rafe cameron,” he pushes, tonguing the inside of his cheek, eyeing the way you fiddled with your fingers as the cogs in your pretty little head began to turn.

batting your wispy lashes, you take a small breath — you practiced this, “rafe cameron is th-the future uni-unified champion and the el-dest son of w-ward cameron,” you exhale, immediately breaking eye contact with rafe as you force yourself to focus on your freshly manicured nails.

“there you go! see, y’talk just fine, hm?” rafe praises, sealing it with a playful nudge to your jaw, just as his free hand snaps the band of your thong to slap the skin of your hip.

with a sharp gasp you sucked your teeth, craning you neck to see the light red marking left by the skin-tight fabric, “ay, rafe dejarme quieta!” you whined, pathetically fighting your way out of rafe’s grip, much to no avail.

securing both of your wrists in one of his hands, rafe patted the meat of the side of your ass cheek, “a’ight, cut it out — was just playin’ around,” he grabs your cheeks with his free hand, silencing you with a sloppy and slobbery kiss.

annoyed whines left your mouth as you felt the sticky gloss smear off of your lips and onto your chin, “hmph — papi, my lipgl-” you were quickly cut off by your own needy moan as rafe slid his tongue up your lips, before swallowing your mouth into a deeper kiss.

“i know, baby,” rafe mumbles into the kiss, your concealer and lipgloss painted on his chin and jaw as you tightened your arms around his neck, both of your tongues lazily lapping at each other.

the messy and sticky kiss continued for a few more minutes, before you ran out of breath — your once flawless makeup now left smeared and patchy as your lips, now red and swollen, and a bit sore stretched into a cheesy smile. a few of your pinned-up curls had fallen, some wild strands of hair sticking to your lips as you wiped the messy corners rafe’s sticky and glittery lips with the pad of your thumb.

“thank you, sweetheart,” rafe chuckled, not missing the way you still couldn’t maintain direct eye contact with him.

who would even begin to think that he still hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet?

[shaguro]

or!! mutual masturbation with roomie!geto 🫶

‧₊˚TEMPTED 2 TOUCH .ᐟ ⇀ SUGURU G.

�� synposis: geto comes home from the grocery store and is met with a pleasant surprise.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: roomie!geto x roomie-fem!reader, mutual masterbation, pet names used, (girl, pretty, baby) geto has a dick piercing (prince albert), fingering, handjobs. teasing, dirty talk. ⇀ wc. 1.6k. | MDNI.

⤿ an. hope you enjoy it twin! ♡

“i got the lemonade you asked for— oh.”

when suguru stepped back in from a quick trip to the store, he wasn’t expecting to come back to this — you on the couch in all your naked glory, legs spread wide with two fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy.

the fridge had been empty for days and with your busy schedules, there was usually no time for grocery shopping. coincidentally, you both were off for the day and when suguru asked if you’d tag along to the store, you declined. he wasn’t sure why at the time but now, his answer was right in front of him.

“s-suguru!” you gasp and within a second, your sodden fingers part from your cunt with a wet schlap that you nor suguru miss. “i . . .didn’t realize you’d be back so s-soon.”

“well yeah, i can see that, girl.” he chortles, his tone oozing sarcasm as he rests the plastic bags on the kitchen counter.

you couldn’t meet his eyes, not when you’re this embarrassed. that little smirk he adorned only made it worse and truly, you wished you could melt into the floor.

“so this is what you do when i’m gone? finger yourself on our couch?” he teases and you clamp your thighs together, a hand in your face in a fruitless attempt to your shame. “never would’ve thought you were nasty like that, (y/n).”

“i’m not.” you sigh so deeply that geto almost felt bad. almost. “suguru, please don’t tease me.” suguru quirks an eyebrow at that. you were making it hard for him to not tease you. ”i’ve been real stressed lately . . just needed some relief.”

oh, suguru was well aware of what you needed. you keep him up at night — your strained moans ringing in his ears, resounding through the thin walls of your apartment until you finally give up, another failed orgasm while suguru tends to his raging hard-on. it’s starting to feel like you’re teasing him.

“seems like you’re struggling with that, hmm?” he murmurs lowly, smooth like honey. that warm timbre had you heart fluttering, all words caught in your throat as he sauntered over, his bottom lip pinned under his pretty row of top teeth. “i can help you out, y’know… since i interrupted you and all that. if you’ll let me.”

he was leaning forward now, your faces only inches apart and you push your shame to the side, finally meeting piercing onyx irises. it’s a no brainer that suguru is handsome, infuriately sexy without trying. there was always underlying sexual tension between you but he was your roommate, why not avoid any potential drama and unneeded issues? keeping geto at a distance and being cordial has worked for this long — but how could you say no to his proposition? suguru offered a solution you’d be a fool to refuse.

fuck it.

“uh-uh, let me hear that pretty voice or else i’ll stop, baby.” suguru purrs. and you’re struggling to breathe, each push of lithe digits into your gushy pussy makes you mewl, helplessly rolling your hips into your palm.

“s-suguruu, feels s-so good.” you moan out, lulling your head back against the armrest. suguru hums prior to cascading wet pecks down the side of your neck, filling you with his thick fingers up to the knuckles, strategically angling his palm onto your neglected clit. “s-so much better when you d-do it.”

“oh yeah? poor baby, can’t even make yourself cum.” he taunts, faux pity itched into his handsome features. you pout cutely and feebly grasp his wrist, the scattered veins pop in tandem with the motion of his hand. “look so pretty like this, just fallin’ apart f’me..”

his kisses trail upwards, stopping mere centimeters from your lips. your lips pucker almost immediately and suguru chuckles, you’re so damn eager for him. his dick twitches when you whine for a kiss, your viscidly grooved walls cling on his digits, coats them in a thin, milky-white veil.

“gotta tell me what you want, girl– hmph!”

tired of waiting, your other hand is on his nape — pushing him down until your lips meet. “shit.” suguru groans, your teeth graze his bottom, nibbling on the soft flesh and suguru wants more. his free arm bends against the armrest near your head, leaning his body closer to yours, prodding his tongue into your mouth.

that’s when you feel it, his clothed erection pressed against your thigh. you can tell how big he is from how it contours on the grey cotton fabric, stretching it to its limits.

you shift your leg a bit and suguru gasps, his body jolting from the sudden friction. he pulls back, a single string of saliva stretches as your lips separate. suguru quirks an eyebrow with a playful scowl on his lips. “what d’ya think you’re doing?”

you chew the inside of your cheek, you eyes flickering between his eyes and his bulge. “wanna touch y-you, sugu.” and you reach down, fingertips dance along his clothed shaft before you firmly grab him. suguru grits his teeth, an airy moan rips from his throat. “wanna m-make you feel good t-too, if you’ll let me.”

what a fucking tease.

suguru scoffs and watches you intently as you toy with the waistband of his sweats. “got some nerve, girl. teasin me like this..”

with your hands this close to his dick, suguru was feeling antsy. throbbing sporadically as your hands grip and feel on him. it’s safe to say suguru can’t handle what he disses out, at all. “if you wanna see my dick that bad, go ahead.”

to his relief, you waste no time, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion while he holds the hem of his shirt up. his dick springs out against his toned stomach, reddened tip just touching his belly button. it was so pretty — perfectly tanned, a shade darker than his skin with a prominent vein bulging on the left side. while lengthy, the girth is more impressive — can your hand even fit around it fully? but that wasn’t the most surprising part. your eyes stop at his tip again, this time widening at the shiny silver metal that poked from the underside of the head and his urethra.

he had a dick piercing?

your hand reaches out, fingers hesitantly brush against the solid jewelry. suguru’s breath hitches, stomach flexing at your gentle touch. “starin’ real hard.. like what you see?” he quips, arching a brow as you nod dazedly, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“yeah.. it’s so big, sugu.” you hum and lean forward, lips hovering over his tip, coating it in a glob of spit before holding the thick shaft, pumping him languidly. “so pretty.”

suguru groans, head tipping back slightly as you work on him. his hips jerk with every swipe of your thumb on his weeping head, glossing over the steel, pearly white precum spread on his slit .his fingers are still inside you, regaining their pace as suguru watches you with heavy-lidded eyes.

he’s so sensitive it’s almost embarrassing, a light blush layers his cheeks, mouth agape as he rocks and rocks his hips into your fist, unfiltered soft pants fall from his lips. he looks so pretty like this and his eye contact is unwavering, only egging you on further.

“so sensitive, sugu.” you coo, your own hips meet his fingers halfway, creating a delicious friction, your eyes nearly cross. “feels good?”

“s-shut the fuck up.” his threat is empty, muttered so shakily, you can only giggle in response. a sweat bead trickles down his temple as he bites down on his bottom lip, unsucessful at silencing himself. “you’re such a- fuck.”

suguru lets out a strained moan when he feels a second hand at the base of cock, your movements smooth and synchronized from all the saliva lathered down his length, shiny and sticky. his body swayed as you applied more pressure to your hands, tugging him forward every pull towards his tip.

oh, he was not going to last.

“i can tell you’re gonna cum, suguru.. it’s ok, don’t hold back.” suguru hates how right you are but it’s obvious — he’s hunched over you now as that familiar coil forms in the pit of his stomach, knuckles white from his grip on the armrest and he’s basically heaving, no longer able to suppress the low whines you force out his chest as your pace increases.

no air left in his lungs to counter your taunting, let alone formulate anything coherent, he relents. he withdraws his wrinkly digits from your cunt, too far gone to maintain any rhythm. suguru was on cloud nine, everything felt so fucking good. his mind was blank, focused solely on the heat inside that grew rapidly.

it was when your hand cupped his swollen balls that the coil snapped, stars blanket his vision as his release peaks. suguru’s abs tense, whole body still as he shoots ribbons of thick, creamy cum over your hand and abdomen, shuddering as your fingers still dance along his tip, entirely too sensitive as he swats your hand away.

his eyes narrow at you while he catches his breath, he can feel himself getting hard once more as you lap up his semen off your hand, maintaining eye contact as you giggle, your eyebrow raised.

“what happened to helping me out-?”

“shut the fuck up, (y/n).” he sneers and in an instant, suguru’s on his knees, adjusting himself between your thighs before tossing one over his shoulder. you gasp when his warm breath fans your pussy, his eyes blown over with lust. you wanted help? shit, suguru was ready to make you cry.

“gonna make you regret ever pulling that shit, baby.. now, lie the fuck down.”

this took me forever to write yall omg. | @preciousamethyst

[yeetskeetstreet]

Changing Perspectives

MV1 - Max Verstappen

max verstappen x reader

summary: in which it takes 7 instagrams posts from his long term partner to completely change the perspective of the reigning WDC. also known as the events of June 22.

the posts have rough dates, but in case I mess it up, it would be like scrolling down someone’s timeline, so post 1 occurs latest in terms of choroloigcal order, and 7 is the oldest post.

——————————————————————————

When your account is public, your profile and posts can be seen by anyone, on or off instagram, even if they don’t have an instagram account.

Switch to public account?

YES/NO

instagram post 1

y/n.jpg33: setting our forever into stone forever. the love i have for you grows stronger everyday. 🤍

tagged: maxverstappen1

comments:

maxverstappen1: wouldn’t want you anywhere else but right by my side. 🤍

danielricciardo: congratulations, guys! wishing you all the best!

landonorris: ENGAGED? CONGRATS GUYS!

christianhorner: Congratulations, Y/N and Max. Wishing you guys all the happiness offered in this new chapter.

comments on this post have been limited.

instagram post 2

y/n.jpg33 - him 🤍

tagged: maxverstappen1

5 days ago • monaco, monaco

comments:

user: brb gonna go take a nap on a highway

user: damn.. twitter wasn’t lying

maxverstappen1: you 💛

y/n.jpg3: come home please

danielriccardo: about damn time.

instagram post 3

y/n.jpg33 - ok, fine. you deserve your own post. you’ve come leaps and bounds, keep it up. thank you for keeping my boy company when i can’t be there. continue to carve your way into history. 🧡

tagged: landonorris, maxverstappen1

comments:

landonorris: thank you y/n, to both you and max, for everything you have done for me. 🧡

| maxverstappen1: of course, mate. anytime.

instagram post 4

y/n.jpg33 - another to add to the collection. proud of you bub 💛

(thanks for the second landonorris)

tagged: maxverstappen1

29 March 2022 • jeddah, saudi arabia

comments:

maxverstappen1: all for you, my love. 🤍 • pinned

user: wish i had this

landonorris: soo… how many races do i have to win to get a cute post?

y/n.jpg33: win a WDC and i will

user: NOT MAX SCOLDING DANIEL LOL

danielricciardo: where’s my congratulations post?

maxverstappen1: you don’t get one. just for me. get your own

y/n.jpg33: max, don’t be mean. danny, one day, i promise :).

instagram post 5

y/n.jpg33 - holiday time with the family

3rd January 2022 • home

instagram post 6

y/n.jpg33 - happy birthday charles! thanks for always helping me fine my way when i’m lost at the paddock. max and i appreciate you!

tagged: charlesleclerc

16 October 2021 • monaco, monaco

comments:

charlesleclerc: thank you y/n! happy to help out whenever i can. see you and max soon.

maxverstappen1: happy birthday man!

y/n.jpg33: looking forward to it!

landonorris: HE GETS A POST? BEFORE ME? BUT BUT

y/n.jpg33: he comes to find me when i’m lost. you sent me a meme.

instagram post 7

y/n.jpg33: you never cease to amaze me, baby. continue to prove them wrong, prove to everyone you deserve all you have worked for.

keep proving to yourself that you are enough, and worth the fight. i love you, max. 🤍

tagged: maxverstappen1

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my first ever F1 piece, (and my second piece ever!!) let me know what you think :)