#꒰ issysh3ll ꒱

[mattscoquette]

What do you think Matt & Chris’s favourite romance tropes are

i feel like matt loves a good friends to lovers !!! tbh i feel like it really suites him - like being best friends with a girl and then realizing he has feelings is just so :( like i love it

same kinda thing w chris - but more so "everyone knows we like each other but us." bc i can soooo see him kinda being in denial ab liking someone and not accepting his feelings for her

[issysh3ll]

Dom! Matt P Links

✧˖° All links are NSFW twitter links ✧˖°

。Couldn’t wait until he got off the game

。Ruining your favourite pyjama pants

。Making u squirt on the kitchen counter when u come back from a Halloween party

。Lazy nights creaming on Matt’s dick

。Matt loves how you look in your yoga pants

。Early morning sex

。Making you squirt all over his sleeves after an event

。The kind of videos Matt sends you

。The ‘hidden’ folder in your camera roll with Matt

More P Links -> here Masterlist

Not sure how I feel about the vibrator one… lmk your thoughts

[itadoreyu]

“Smile,” Katsuki says out of nowhere, aiming his digital camera at Jay.

She takes the chance to lean against his propped up leg, a smirk spreading across her face.

“Like this?” she teases, tilting her head and giving him a sultry look that pierces right through the lens. Her eyes lock onto his, completely mesmerizing him.

Katsuki feels a flutter in his chest, momentarily losing himself in her gaze.

Snapping back to reality, he steadies the camera again. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs instinctively, as he finally snaps the picture.

happy birthday to my beloved katsuki!!! stunning art commission by @/m.iikaii on instagram! 💝

[sturnioz]

Bun standing on the table or counter to hang Xmas decorations and Chris holding her waist bc he doesn’t want her to fall but he’s complaining the whole time too

perched on your tiptoes on top of the kitchen counter, you feel the cool surface beneath your feet as you concentrate, your tongue poking out slightly as you carefully drape the green tinsel shimmering with tiny lights over the top of the cabinets, making sure that every piece is secure and won't fall down to ruin that festive idea you had in mind.

beside you, nate stands with a cardboard box in hand, filled to the brim with christmas decorations and he glances up at you expectantly, a goofy turkey hat sitting on his head as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, ready to follow your quiet instructions.

with a quick gesture towards the box, he immediately hands you a cluster of red bows, and you begin to clip them to the strands of tinsel, spacing them out evenly to your desire.

"y'should hang the mistletoe in 'ere too," nate suggests with a murmur as he pulls out a mistletoe branch from the box, holding it up like a trophy with a grin on his face. "right there, on the light. all danglin' 'n shit."

"mistletoe?" you repeat quietly, glancing over your shoulder to follow his gaze to the overhead light. "why?"

"do you know how many people stand in this kitchen? think about how funny that'll be."

you blink, thinking about it for a moment, and your lip twitches slightly. "but what happens if you stand under it with one of the other brothers?"

"i'll kiss the bros." he answers without missing a beat, and you giggle softly, shaking your head as you turn back to your decorating.

he tucks the mistletoe back into the box, and once you finish clipping the last red bow, you carefully navigate across the counter, reaching out for another piece of tinsel that nate holds out for you.

just then, a loud curse fills your ears, and you glance over to see chris rubbing his forehead, his expression grumpy after it collides with some hanging baubles you'd placed earlier in the day.

his tired eyes narrow when they land on you, and his brow furrows deep as he snaps, "fuck you doin'? get down."

"i'm decorating." comes your refusal, a frown settling on your face as chris trudges over, pushing nate aside who stumbles, almost dropping the cardboard box and the turkey hat on his head.

"you wanna break your neck or somethin'? get down, m'not playin' around, kid."

you shake your head a little stubbornly, determined to finish the kitchen just like you envisioned. there's no way you're leaving this room half-decorated.

turning back to the cabinets, you resume draping the tinsel over the empty spots, your focus unwavering. suddenly, you feel chris' hands slide up to your waist, his grip tight, and you brace yourself for him to yank you down — but instead, he stays there, keeping you still as you continue your work.

"you piss me off, y'know that? big time," chris grumbles under his breath, his thumbs digging into your flesh. "standin' on the fuckin' counter bare foot too—y'know how gross that is? we eat here, kid."

you frown at that, unable to stop yourself from muttering, "you've done worse on this counter—"

your retort is cut off as chris suddenly moves his hand and pinches your ass in warning, and the surprise causes you to wobble, your heart thrumming in your chest as you almost slip off the counter. if it weren't for his steady grip resuming on your waist, you would have toppled over completely, landing in a possible broken mess on the floor.

"careful," he drawls, his voice dripping with feigned concern, as if he wasn't the one who nearly sent you flying. you can hear the smirk in his tone too, and it makes your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "and watch your attitude, kid."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[chaaistained]

☕︎ my better cr; intro •°

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the recipe to my better cr ≈

name : ℳ

age (when i shift) : 17/18 — i’m planning to either shift to dec 2021 or aug 2022 , wtv my subconscious chooses

occupation : university student — double degree in law and arts, majoring in media law and craft of writing & literature, respectively

+ part time tutor for english and maths, at the same private tutoring company i went to in high school

+ (eventually) part time stock acquisition and youth advertiser at a telecommunications company near my campus which is technically a nepo hire bcs my aunt works there

+ (eventually) paid internship at the australian taxation office for the study of torts and contracts and even tho i got in genuinely bcs of my marks and my interview it also feels a little nepo bcs another aunt (a family friend) also works here.. anyway

side hobbies/hustles : blogger (tumblrina in every reality if i can help it) , tiktok + youtube cover channel with two of my high school friends , fic author (ao3 curse does NOT exist here come at me) , occasional columnist for my uni’s student newsletter

my s/o : childhood family friend — lost contact and reunited ten years later — not revealing his name apart from the first letter bcs . he’s real .. anyway it’s 𝒜

౨ৎ meet ℳ

a sun kissed cinnamon bun personified — she is the smile that blossoms between warm cheeks during the burn of a sunrise ≈

in this dr i don’t change my name, and for that reason i’ll stick to the first letter (just like my pinned post) which is ℳ.

i’m nothing more than a normal girl, waking up each day already tired but willing myself to either go to uni or work, staying up late to catch up on the hours i spend doing other things, i have a closet full of clothes and yet i have nothing to wear, i have three of the same shades of lip gloss but they’re all from different brands so ofcs they’re not the same, i just bought a new journal but i’m yet to finish the one i got four years ago, i have ink stains on the tips of my fingers and chai stains on the pages edge of the novel i’m currently reading.

i just take every day like a new pot of tea leaves, waiting to be steeped to perfection.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ the metamorphosis

with frayed edges and tear stained cheeks, she undid the binds of a life once lived, a life once loved, finding the holes to be too much to bear in the everlasting winter of the cold reality that was thrust upon her, opting to take the needle and thread between her own fingers and stitch up the seams, to reinforce the realm of her existence into one that can hold her hand rather than hold her down

quite often i approach the concept of reinvention with a quivering hand, unable to part ways from the comfort — or perhaps the codependency — of that familiarity.

but eventually i took a step back and realised, there is no shame in finding freedom in what already feels right . after all, our souls are not dependant on this realm or this body, our consciousness is an ever expanding universe on its own, and our power to wield it is something that we have grown to understand and control in a way that allows us to live the lives we truly desire.. that’s all that this dr represents for me.

a life that i truly desire.

i’m not that different here, i have the same name, the same birthday, the same family. but it would be a lie to say everything stays the same.

i do admit to changing my appearance a bit, i’m nothing if not a perfectionist and whilst i do think my features have potential, i actually reach said potential in this reality. my upbringing has been revitalised to be something that enriched me rather than keeping me sheltered. my parental unit is less overbearing and more understanding, my brother is less of a jerk and more of a friend, my family relationships are less immature and more genuine.

i revise my failures in education, i revise my anxieties around success and the fear of that success being unreachable, i revise my health, my athleticism, my willpower and the general energy i have throughout the day to achieve everything that i wish to accomplish, everything that i could not bring myself to take a step towards in my previous reality.

my passions aren’t shamed here, they are encouraged. not just with the wary caution of a simple hobby but rather as an actual proper lifestyle, a feasible choice to make for a career, a skill that is supported as something from which i can make a name for myself.

and in this growth, in this metamorphosis, i find stability and comfort in not just my family but also my friends — people that i lost contact with, people that i drifted away from, people that i couldn’t bring myself to keep close because of the shame in my own progression or lack thereof — i’m not an aspect of shame, i never was, i know what i deserve and what i’m capable of and in this reality, i am all those things.

that’s why this is home, even after i break out of the cocoon and open my eyes in a world that’s familiar, it will also be different, because i’ll be different — no longer experiencing the slow sluggish state of what once was, for i now have a marvellous symmetry of splendour that holds me high, the equilibrium of my reality, where the scales finally tipped in my favour, levelling out to be amiably sound, with every flap of a butterfly’s wing.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ sugar heart cookies

it’s an inexplicable pull, an intangible tug on the heartstrings, a firm grip, a gentle ache, a deep longing. you can’t help but feel that there is something more out there for you, that there is someone more. someone that feels less like a piece and more like a whole person. someone who won’t complete you, but will help you complete yourself. two halves of a heart leaves you vulnerable when you’re apart, but when it’s two hearts beating alongside each other, the only thing left is to hold onto you

he sat beside me in his mother’s car. we were six (me) and eight (him). he sat in the drivers seat while his mother went inside the house to pick up a few things before taking the three of us (his little sister sat in the back) to a gathering of family friends.

his mother had bought us britannia little hearts. i can still remember the minuscule sugar crystals stuck to the tips of my small fingers while i dove inside the aluminium cover every few seconds to reach for the next tiny biscuit.

he asked me where i was that day — i’d stayed home from school because i felt unwell — when i told him, his first reaction was to nag me : “you know, if you’re sick, you shouldn’t be eating these. this is pure sugar.”

“yeah but i don’t want to listen to you!” — i was .. never really good at listening to people, especially not cute boys who were a little older than me.

he always seemed a bit uptight, but i guess i forgot how much he cared. because i can’t remember what happened two years later, during my last day in my old school. i remember crying, and i remember being comforted by people. but i guess i forgot that one of those people was him. i guess i forgot that he told me “it’ll be alright. i’m sure we’ll see each other again someday.”

it took us ten years but we got there.

this time, he was upstairs, in the house that was hosting a dinner among friends. i was distracted by my brother’s antics, one foot inside the threshold past the door and one foot on the pavement outside. with a flick of my head, my gaze turned up, up past the stairs in front of the door, up to the railing on the second level, a lookout point for the entrance.

he was leaning against the railing, blue button up shirt tucked into his black jeans, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, taking a quick glance to his side before doing a double take.

the silence felt like the calm before a pattering evening of rainfall, where you can feel the change in your future from the way the air seems electrified, from the way the clouds seems to churn around each other, like they’re brewing together, ready to erupt and explode into thunder, like the way you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

he seemed familiar, he seemed important, he seemed to be everything i could ever ask for and i didn’t know why the sirens were singing in my skull but i knew in my gut he was meant to be important to me. i knew he was meant to be somebody.

it took me a second to look away, but that entire night, and every night that followed, and every day that came along with it, i can’t ever forget the sugar crystal glimmers of light in his eyes. and for every moment to come, i’ll hold the little heart biscuits of our love in the palm of my hands, because i’m not someone who listens to people very well, i don’t care if i’m not allowed, i want them . i want him.

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

this dr is very near and dear to my heart and i can’t even begin to put everything i wanna say about it into one post so .. there will be more abt this dr

it’s literally home. it’s my life.

i’m so grateful for it xx

chaai brews; tea assortments — dr archive

2025 © chaaistained

[sexlapis]

℘ i care

✮ cecil stedman x gn!hero!reader

mild angst. arguing. cecil being mean and rough. suggestive at the end.

⤷ cecil has had enough of your reckless antics.

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i love aggressive cecil too and honestly i write him way too nice sometimes bc he is genuinely pretty mean 😪. don’t be fooled by the title this is not fluffy.

submitted by @jjfishsworld

masterlist

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With the way Cecil’s jaw clenched at every word he spoke, the way his eyes would squint each time he glared at you, the way his fists were clenched in his pockets, the way his voice would boom, his tone harsh and grating with underlying, bubbling fury and irritation, you already knew you were in for a hot scolding. And sadly, it was well deserved and well overdue.

You wouldn’t call yourself disobedient. Most of the time, you do what is ordered of you, expected of you. You’re a good hero, a strong hero. But sometimes - no, many times - you go overboard. You dive head first into situations where the scale of danger is unknown to you, confident in your abilities to handle anything thrown at you it’s worrying - coming out bruised and battered and only ready for more. Sometimes you even ignore your teammates, believing that you know what’s best for the mission.

And worst of all, sometimes you ignore Cecil.

Sure, he’s given you warnings, threats of suspension that you never take seriously because…well, it's you, one of the most valued members of the guardians. Your presence alone can be the defining factor of whether a mission is a success or a failure and you think that’s why Cecil’s been so easy on you thus far.

Your luck has run out.

He dismisses all the fatigued heroes and they lumber towards the showers, exit or wherever they go after a mission. You walk right past him. He stares straight ahead.

“Not you.”

You come to a halt. Your heart hammers at your chest. This was expected but that doesn’t make you any less nervous.

The other heroes glance at you, weary on your behalf, though they say nothing. They don’t want to be a part of this anymore than you do. One by one they leave until it’s just you and Cecil standing in the grandness of the GOTG Headquarters. Yet it’s Cecil’s gaze that makes you feel so small and so vulnerable.

Your body veers towards him.

Cecil’s lips are in a thin line, the spider-web scar on his cheek even more prominent due to the nasty frown on his face. He looks worse for wear - his signature red tie is missing, leaving just a loose, unbuttoned collar and the usually crisp white shirt is slightly untucked from his slacks.

It seems like you’ve really worn him out.

Neither one of you speaks for a moment. Silence rings in your ears. You’re exhausted, jaded, a consequence of the impulsivity that Cecil despises so much. Your molars grind together, weighed down and crushed together by the boulder that is your jaw. You can already feel the brewing tension, churning and boiling like a kettle on a stove until it screams.

“You wanna die?”

Your heart jumps and for a second, a microscopic, irrational second, you think he might actually kill you.

You blink, breath hitching. “…What?”

Cecil huffs. He strolls around you, slow and casual, like a friend, as if he isn’t about to give you the reprimanding of a lifetime.

“You wanna die?” He repeats. He doesn’t like to repeat himself. “There are quicker ways to kill yourself. Easier ways.”

You’re rendered speechless for a moment.

Cecil doesn’t seem too bothered by your lack of response. He simply…watches you, inspecting and patient. The calm before the storm. The blue of his eyes are hard - the blues that are usually the clear azure of the sky towards you are now the callous and unmerciful rigour of the ocean.

Though quiet, you finally find your voice.

“No.” You reply, shaking your head. You bite the inside of your cheek. “No, no, I don’t.”

Cecil raises his brows. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You furrow your brows, feeling a flame of anger rise within you. He got what he wanted, right? The villain is gone, intel acquired and if he’s lucky, maybe he can even be best buds with the guy. You’ve done what he asked, he just doesn’t like your methods and, frankly, that's not his problem. He should only concern himself with the results, like he does with every other hero except you.

“Why’re you so pissed?” You ask, crossing your arms. “You got what we wanted, didn’t you? I don’t know why you’re bitching about me not-“”

Cecil barks out a laugh, baleful, mocking, shaking his head. It stops your little rant in its tracks. He can’t believe your audacity, truly. You’re a piece of fucking work, the most difficult hero he’s had the misfortune of working with. One who thinks they can do what they want, whenever they want, however they want and suffer no consequences whatsoever. It’s like you’re proud to disrespect his authority at every turn, twist and corner. You need to be taught a lesson, really, you need a firm hand. You need stern, strict discipline.

“I’m “bitching” because you treat every goddamn fight like a suicide mission. I told you to get intel, not to engage with two of the strongest villains we know of.”

“No, I-“”

“Yes, you do!” Cecil bellows. His voice rumbles and echoes around the emptiness of the headquarters. It silences you. “You’re not only endangering yourself, but also your teammates and the civilians around you. You’re not being brave. You’re not being heroic. You’re just being plain stupid. And the worst part is that you think it’s something to be proud of.”

Now that really shuts you up.

It’s shameful to admit, but you weren’t thinking about your teammates on the field. You never do. They can handle themselves like you can, can’t they? They don’t need to be watching your every move nor you theirs. But the fact that your desire to achieve the mission, your overconfidence and impetuousness may actually be a threat to the safety of your teammates, your friends and other innocent people? That doesn’t feel good. It doesn’t feel good at all.

It almost scares you how Cecil is acting - he is angry with you, genuinely angry, something he’s never been towards you. It’s unnerving.

You won’t admit this to Cecil, though. The pride you possess will not allow such a shameful thing.

“I’m not a babysitter. The team can handle themselves.” You grunt. Your mouth is dry. “And it’s easy for you to say all that shit considering all you do is sit behind a big screen and shout my fucking ear off!” That last part ends in a yell, your annoyance getting the better of you. “You don’t know what it’s like being out there on the field, not-“”

Cecil moves with a quickness, crossing the distance between the two of you in a second. Before you know it, he's right in front of you, glowering and domineering. A shadow is cast over his brow and eye.

“You think I’ve never been out on the field before?” He hisses. A vein throbs in his forehead. This is his last straw. “Hm? Because I have. Just because I have no powers doesn’t mean I’m weak. Clearly. And just because you happen to have powers doesn’t mean you’re invulnerable. Far fucking from it.”

You don’t have a real response to that. You know he’s right. You knew he was an agent before he became the director. You just wanted to insult him, offend him like he’s been offending you for the past five minutes. He’s good at that - offending people.

You roll your eyes, going to turn away from him. You’ve had enough of Cecil for one day.

Instead, a hand grabs you. More specifically, Cecil grabs your jaw, the broadness of his hand cupping the expanse of it. He forces you to look back at him. He’s not done with you yet.

You could have pushed him away. You’re a superhero for god's sake. You could kill him with one sneeze or a flick of your finger. He’s just a human after all. But you just stand there, trapped within his grasp, like a mouse in a trap, waiting for him to speak again, to scold, berate, to rail. For someone with no abilities, he sure has a considerable amount of power over you in ways that don't just pertain to his official position.

“You want to stay on this team?” Cecil asks. “Help ‘save the world’? Get a good salary? Good benefits? A pension?” You don’t respond, too shocked by him even touching you. You think that he knows you have nothing to say.

Cecil leans in, nose to nose, whispering. “Then you listen to me. Only me. You follow my fucking orders without question. No debate. No compromise. This isn’t a democracy. You do as I say. Nothing more, nothing less. Can you at least understand that?”

You stare at him. For once, you have no comebacks, to witty quips, no snarky reply. He’s shut your mouth. You simply nod.

His eyes soften, the anger in his face melting away. His jaw unclench, his brows raise. He looks relieved.

He sighs. “That’s what I like to see.” He releases your face. You let out a sharp exhale. You didn’t even realise you were holding your breath.

Cecil steps away from you and lifts his wrist, looking down at his watch. He sighs, turning and walking away from you.

“If you were always so docile, maybe you’d actually be an S-tier hero.”

With a buzz and a flash, he’s gone.

You’re left alone in the grandness of the headquarters, your legs trembling and your hands twitching.

You try to ignore the newfound heat that’s brewing in your lower stomach.

*

a/n: i need him pregnant

[baekhyunsbestie]

⠀ ALL MY WORKS ARE NSFW

⠀AND FOR 18+ READERS ONLY

🚨 ‼️ QUICK PSA ‼️ 🚨 if you’re a minor or don’t have an age indicator on your blog and i catch you in my notifications interacting with any of my posts, i will block you. it’s super simple—just drop a “not a minor” or “adult” in your bio, and you’re good to go! i reeeaaally don’t like blocking anyone, but i’d rather be cautious and avoid any chance of minors stumbling onto my content. i know this might not keep every minor away, but it’s one way to set some boundaries. thanks for understanding! 🥹💞

now, for my ADULT besties, please feel free to continue!!🫡 just make sure to check out the content warnings and summaries first, as there could be potential triggers.

˗ˏˋ and please remember that YOU are in full control of your online experience!! so if you choose to explore my blog, browse through my fics, and click that "keep reading" button, know that it’s totally on you and your choice! ˎˊ˗

but i’m so glad you’re here and i hope you enjoy all the smut!! happy reading and be safe out there, lovies!! ଘ(ᵕ˵ ૩ᵕ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

⠀⠀ ⠀⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ series .ᐟ

sparks and vows (ongoing)┊current wc: 18k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyunx f!reader, romance, wedding!au, angst, fluff, exos and oc’s, pussy whipped!baek, ex-playboy!baek, ceo nepo baby!reader, smut probs every chapter ngl, p in v, oral (both f+m receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight exhibitionism, language, scenes with alcohol +/or smoking, pretty tame tho tbh!!!

ALL MINE! ┊ wc: 8.5k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. no specified age, but i'd say they're somewhere in their early-to-mid 20’s cus i can only imagine people w/o fully developed frontal lobes behaving this way, respectfully 😭🙂‍↕️ bff's to fwb's to bff's again to strangers to lovers. fluff, angst, and it ain’t a baekhyunsbestie fic if it don’t got some good ol’ nasty smuuuttttt. pet names, praise kink, cheating, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie after creampie after creampie (baekhyun deffo has breeder balls, don’t @ me), overstimulation (both f + m). you both are just two big meanie idiots who are in love with each other.

easy peasy┊wc: 4.6k

⟢ prequel to all mine :') ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. scenes with weed + alcohol, mutual pining, friends to fwb, pet names, lots of swearing. SMUT!!! porn w plot literally, masturbation (both m + f), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, praise, p in v. baekhyun is pretty obsessive in this.

hopelessly devoted to you┊current wc: 1.2k

⟢ an ex-husband!baekhyun x ex-wife!reader series ⟢ content: SFW (for now), angst, longing, yearning. divorce. explicit language. pet names. jealous baek.

LOVERBOY┊current wc: 1.5k

⟢ a fratboy!baekhyun x f!reader series ⟢ content: rated E for everybody........for now :)

⠀⠀ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ONE-SHOTS .ᐟ

home┊wc: 4.4k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyunx f!reader, established relationship, pet names, language, baekhyun’s a lil yandere and pussy-whipped (i mean ofc i cant imagine him any other way), a REAL EATER iykwim, v v v intimate, fluffyyyyy. reader and baek take a huge step in their relationship <3

do you like scary movies?┊wc: 5.3k+

⟢ ib: this anon (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. language, ghostface!baekhyun x f!reader--baekhyun is a psychologist and reader is a bakery owner, no ages specified, but i was thinking mid-late twenties!! they're also next-door neighbors 🙂‍↕️ hehe

the boy is mine ┊wc: 1.9k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. established relationship, language, pet names, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie

god is a woman┊wc: 5.6k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. you’re a milf, baekhyun’s a dilf, and he calls you “ma” + “mama” :’), married!au, new parents, slice of life, angst + fluff, pet names, body worship, breastfeeding kink, fingering + oral + overstim (f! receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, and a whole lot of baekhyun talking you through it 😮‍💨 phhheeeeewwwww

been away┊wc: 1.3k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. facetime sex w/ baekhyun x f!reader. ⟢ BONUS 🤭

truth be told┊wc: 24.2k

⟢ requested by this lovely anonie <3 :') ty baby! ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. pediatrician!baekhyun x f!reader. chanyeol x f!reader. baekhyun x f!oc. lovers to strangers to co-parents to lovers again. angst, slow burn, fluffy, then we get reaaaallll smutty ⟡ pet names, praise kink, body worship, unprotected sex, p in v, bulge kink, creampie, slight breeding kink (y'all should know me by now 🤟🏼😣) ⟡

choose┊wc: 22.5k

⟢ an arranged marriage au req’d by this qt anonie <3 :’) ty lovie! ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. baekhyun x f!oc. sehun x f!reader. arranged marriage au. strangers to friends to lovers. the trifecta: angst, fluff, smut ⟡ alcohol consumption, explicit language, jealousy on both sides, solo masturbation (baek), pet names, praise kink, body worship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, creampie ⟡

CHILL BABY┊wc: 19.3k

⟢ a continuation of this :') switched up on the setting but the plot’s still p much the same hehe <333 ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. jongin x f!reader. mentions of other exos. jealous!baekhyun. corporate!au. enemies to lovers. fake dating. ⟡ fluff & smut ⟡ alcohol consumption, explicit language, pet names, praise kink, body worship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, creampie ⟡ 

⠀⠀ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ misc .ᐟ

ᡣ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 drabbles, thirsts + headcanons can be found here!!!!

TOUCH IT!┊wc: 955

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun and those damn fingers x f!reader

WAKE UP┊wc: 764

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. f!reader waking baekhyun up w/ her mouth, language, pet names, somnophilia, oral (m receiving)

BACKhyun┊wc: 422

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun and his back 😵‍💫 x f!reader

muse┊wc: 958

⟢ content: no warnings (ikr who am i). suuuuper soft n fluffy! baekhyun is a landscape photographer and f!reader is his muse :')

DROWN┊wc: 2.5k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun's lips x f!reader.

raw┊wc: 450

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader's "first time" lmfao

boy dad!baekhyun┊wc: 433

⟢ content: no warnings <3 just baekhyun as a boy dad

girl dad!baekhyun:┊wc: 434

⟢ content: no warnings <3 just baekhyun as a girl dad

hair┊wc: 186

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. hair pulling, oral (f!receiving)

picture you┊wc: 1.6k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. baekhyun calls you when he’s going through his hidden folder on his photos app 🤭

©️ BAEKHYUNSBESTIE

[bernardsbendystraws]

Why do they look 6 & 60 at the same time

[sweetshuga]

Smash, smash and smash (he's so cute)

[katanaski-main]

⛇ 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒. ⛇ 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈. ⛇ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉|𝓉𝒷𝒶

Decorate my 🎄?

𝑀𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉. 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓈/ 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 / 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒟𝒩𝐼

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈 & 𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒾-𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃™. 𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉

[mattscoquette]

Matt in pink >>

i just woke up i’m gonna do something VIOLENT i love when this man wears pink

[issysh3ll]

Dom! Chris P Links

✧˖° All links are NSFW twitter links ✧˖°

。Chris loves watching your ass bounce on his cock

。Chris loves watching you squirt all over his hands

。Dealer!chris smoking while you fuck yourself on his dick

。On the flight back to Boston

。In the back of Matt’s car

。Chris with a breeding kink

。Munch Chris

。Riding him

。Chris loves seeing how deep he is in you

。Riding his face

。Fucking your panties

。Lazy morning sex

。Netflix and chill

。Loves hearing your moans while he’s eating ur pussy

。Halloween costume sex

More P Links -> here Masterlist

[itadoreyu]

— 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 & 𝒋𝒂𝒚.

you showed me love, even when i was too stubborn to see it.

[sturnioz]

Bun usually wears casual/everyday underwear or if she wears lingerie it’s simple and light colours like white or pink with a little bow

The one time she wears something darker or more lace/more sexy Chris loses his mind

you're in chris' room, peeling off your warm sweater and jeans to change into something more comfortable and loose, only to pause when you hear chris' hum followed by a sharp click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

you turn your head, your eyebrows raising with a quiet, confused noise as you silently urge him to share what's on his mind, but instead, chris pushes himself off the bed in silence, moving towards you in an almost predatory-like way as his eyes trail down to the delicate black lace of your panties.

"what's this, huh?" he drawls as tilts his head to the side, his hand reaching out to trace over the lace before his finger dips beneath the waistband—smirking when he pulls it back to hear it slap against your skin. "haven't seen this one before, bun."

you wince at the sudden stinging sensation, your hand reaching down to soothe your skin as you stammer a little, feeling flustered and put on the spot. "i um.. it's new—i don't... the others are in the laundry and i just—first pair i grabbed."

"yeah?" chris drawls again, the smirk on his lips widening as he gives you a once-over. "should... should wear these more often. i like 'em."

chris proves to you how much he likes them when he has you on his bed a few moments later, your lacy panties pulled to the side as he pounds into your puffy pussy, one hand pressed down on your tummy as the other slides beneath the lacy material, rubbing quick circles over your clit as you wail loudly—you walls spasming around his cock.

"might have to buy you another pair—shiiiit..." chris grits through his teeth, grunting with each pump of his hips, keeping you pressed to the bed as you try and arch your back, panting and mewling heavy. "gonna ruin these ones, bun."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[ayatxt]

[sexlapis]

# lollipop

ʚoɞ cecil stedman x gn!reader

suggestive. drabble. rex being horny.

⤷ sometimes, you don’t realise what you’re doing.

wc: 423

masterlist

*

“Oh yeah. That’s right, baby.”

Rex gawks at you shamelessly as you go to town on your candy. Well, you’re just eating your lollipop, but Rex sees something else entirely.

You stare into space, sucking on your lollipop mindlessly. Sometimes you get like that - lost in the congeries of your thoughts, about the future and the past, wondering around in your own conscious. It makes you blind to the world around you.

Like now.

“Oh, yeah.” Rex moans as you start to rub the lollipop up and down on your stuck-out tongue. “Oh, that’s right. That’s-“”

Rex damn near jumps out of his skin when he hears a pang of electricity and is flashed by a blight of white light. It’s Cecil.

Rex shouts. “What the f-“”

“Once you’re done mentally jacking off, I want you downtown to deal with that robbery crew.” Cecil glares down at Rex. “They hit the same bank. Again.”

At least Rex has the sense to look embarrassed. He blushes, grumbling but he does as he’s told promptly.

“Jagoff.” Cecil insults once he’s gone.

He draws his attention back to you. You, who’s still lapping at the lollipop in your mouth.

He sighs. You’re too oblivious for your own good.

He begins to walk over to you and you notice immediately. You shoot up straight, eyes wide.

“Hey, Cecil! What are you-“”

“Robbery in progress. Downtown. Same guys as before.”

You deflate. “Again.”

“Yes. Again.”

“Alright. I’ll get going-“”

You go to put the worn lollipop back in your mouth but Cecil intervenes, prying the piece of candy from your hands.

You frown at him, face morphed with confusion.

“Huh? Cecil, what-“”

“This,” he lifts the lollipop to eye-level, gesturing to you and it, “is very distracting.”

“…Huh?”

Cecil eyes your shining, reddened lips, no doubt stained from your work on the lollipop. He thinks back on how you wrapped your lips around the bulb of candy, rolling your tongue around the circumference like an expert, sticking your sweet little tongue out to catch all of its tangy juices.

Cecil blinks.

He sticks the lollipop, your lollipop, in his mouth, never breaking eye contact with you. It’s a mere marble now, already slick with your saliva.

He gulps.

He turns away from you, almost afraid to see your reaction.

“Hurry up. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Cecil teleports away, leaving you by yourself once more.

You stand frozen in place, arm still raised from your once-held lollipop, mouth agape and flabbergasted.

Did Cecil just steal my lollipop? And eat it?

“…What?”

*