#a sweater and shorts… so cute 😭😭😭

[sugisprout]

HOW AM I ONLY NOW JUST LEARNING THAT THATS WHAT DAWNS WEARING UNDER HER COAT??? ITS NOT JUST THE DP DRESS UNDER THE PT OUTFIT??? 😭😭😭

[thesingingrevolution]

when the outfit is atrocious but it’s winwin 😍

[targaryenluvs]

OH BABY!

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader, young!naive!tribute reader

summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) smut, FILTH THIS MAN IS DOWNBAD, possessive, corruption, pervy finnick, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist? degradation, oral (m & f), p in v, overstimulation, praise, mirror kink? spanking 👀 rough sex? tummy bulge, my first time writing smut be kind 😭

word count: 5k - this is literally the longest fic ive written.

a/n: this is what happens at 6am and i can’t sleep, thoughts are thunk -UPDATE HOLY CRAP THERE IS GONNA BE A NEW MOVIW AND BOOKKKSJSNABS

taglist: @coolchick333 @doublesideeye

“and the female tribute for district four, y/n l/n.” your eye involuntarily twitched at your name being called. the people around you, distanced themselves from you as a path was carved to your own hell.

as you walked to the platform you kept your head down. you were actually hopeful that you’d get through this reaping, your last and then never see the inside of the arena. but of course fate was against you. as you stood in front of the people you couldn’t help the silent tears that fled down your face.

your mothers face was tired and drained, she had a feeling you’d get picked. mothers intuition? your father was pissed, his little girl, his sweetheart, being thrown into an arena to die? and worst of all, there wasn’t anything he could do.

you felt alone, as if no one could help you. and as you said goodbye to the life you knew, you could only pray for safety, and a quick death.

as you were escorted to the train you fiddled with your sweater sleeves. pulling them down, rolling them up, just to focus your mind on something. it was chilly, most likely the air conditioning on the train and sometimes you had to hold down your skirt.

finnick couldn’t take his eyes of you once he saw you on the train. you looked so tiny in the chair and he couldn’t help but smile.

he practically had you all to himself.

“y/n?” your head shot up at your name being called and you were met with finnick odair in all his glory. “finnick? finnick odair?” even calling his name you sounded so unsure, so he smiled and nodded.

“i’m your mentor, and i promise to try my best to get you to win.” he sat down in front of you, spreading his legs and you felt your face warm up. he found you adorable, with a cute white sweater and a short black skirt. you had your hair down with the front parts tied up with a bow. his own personal present.

your shy demeanour reminded him of your young age, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. you were looking everywhere but at him and he loved it.

“do… do you think i can win?” god no. the tributes would eat you up alive, but he’d try his best. “i do.” with just two words of encouragement, you smiled at him for the first time.

finnick wanted you to smile at him forever.

“are you hungry?” the rumbling of your stomach answered his question, as you ducked your head in your hands in embarrassment.

he moved your hands aside, tilting your chin up, "it's okay to be hungry sweetheart, come on." he held his hand out for you and he laughed at your hesitance. "i don't bite, not unless you want me to.” the last part of his sentence came out hushed and you averted your eyesight from him.

there were so many foods laid out before you, and it wasn’t as if you were poor, but god, it all looked nice. the eclairs took your attention away as you reached for one, your finger sweeping cream off the top before placing it in your mouth. it was sickeningly sugary but you had a sweet tooth, you retracted your finger with a pop! and you somehow didn’t hear finnicks groan.

how on earth were you not realising how dirty it seemed? and it was there finnick realised how pure you were, “its so good,” you flashed him a toothy grin, “you'll have some won't you finnick?" you offered it up to him with two hands and how could he resist? the two of you spent the rest of your time on the train eating and talking, finnick utilising his time to get to know you.

you’d spent a day getting settled and were now to get ready for your interview.

after being prepped and readied, you were shuffled into your dressing room where analise, damian and sarah awaited. a range of compliments were thrown your way.

“oh isn’t she adorable?”

“i could pinch her cheeks forever!”

“you are precious!”

they were so nice to you and you loved it, but you barely ever learned how to take compliments so you ended up just nodding your head. “she is gorgeous,” you snapped your head up to the doorway and there stood your mentor, in all his glory. his compliment felt heavier than the rest, like he truly meant it, and you looked down at your hands as you fought off the blush threatening to rise on your cheeks.

in an hour you’d been through a whirlwind of makeup, dresses and jewels. orange, blue, black and all, you loved each one but for some reason after the four of them discussed you’d always be taken out of it.

it wasn’t until you were placed in an off the shoulder, floor length, white dress that you remained in it. and as you looked in the mirror you couldn’t help but stare. your hair was pinned up again, and small flowers were placed throughout. you felt like a princess and finnick agreed. you hadn’t even noticed that your stylists were gone until you heard the door shut.

it was just you and finnick.

“you look incredible.” finnick whispered, he was behind you now. his hand had a mind of its own as it placed a stray hair behind your ear. you turned your head his way, “really?” your voice was so soft and doused in disbelief. if he wasn’t next to you he wouldn’t have heard you. his hand trailed along your neck as he placed your hair behind, he nodded. “i have something for you.”

he pulled out a small seashell, and your eyes lit up, “oh finnick.” you sighed as he placed it in your hands. “it reminded me of you, small, gorgeous.” you looked up at him with doe eyes and he felt like grabbing you and taking you away.

you were breathtaking and you looked at him as if he was god.

“thank you finn, do you mind maybe putting it in my hair?” he took the trinket and placed it above your ear, entangling in with your hair. your heels were on but untied so finnick got onto his knees before patting his knee. he grabbed the straps before tieing them. his fingertips worked quickly and his face was concentrated. he was done and he looked up at you before turning you to the mirror.

finnicks hands were on your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “all done, you look perfect sweetheart.” you turned before reaching up on your tiptoes, “thank you finnick!” you kissed him on his nose before turning back and finnick grinned, “aren’t you cute?” he stood behind you, attached like a shadow. your skin felt soft underneath his fingertips and he couldn’t help but wander. down your arms, to your waist, he could feel you tensing up underneath him and he could feel his face trying to fight off his smirk.

“finnick?” you breathed out, “what’re you doing?” your voice was small, and unsure. “tell me to stop.” you should. you should tell him to stop. but all you could think about was finnicks hands and how good they felt.

“it’s time!” damian shouted out as you peeled away from finnick to open the door. damian was all too happy to see you as he clapped his hands together. “ah, my special girl you are truly an angel.” finnick knew that. finnick has already said that. finnick had you in his arms and oh so close and this idiot took you away. his sweet girl.

finnick was wondering where his trident was so that he could impale him through the stomach.

“come on y/n.” he ushered you out the door but you managed to slip another look at finnick and all you saw was pure rage.

the interview went well, in your eyes at least.

caesar was as upbeat as usual and it did mostly centre around your dress and looks but you felt you could try your best to use it to your advantage.

the audience was enamoured and you felt you did your best. “and y/n, tell us, what’s your secret strategy for the games? any tricks up your sleeve?” you patted his knee before pointing at him jokingly, “well caesar, it wouldn’t be a secret if i divulged now would it?” everyone loved your answer and caesar doubled over, “aren’t you cheeky! isn’t our diamond here so playful? but a sweetheart nonetheless!” the crowd agreed loudly.

“now, since you came out i think we’ve all been wondering where that seashell came from. it doesn’t exactly match the theme of your outfit.” you could hear the murmurs from the crowd agreeing with his words.

“am i right in suspecting a certain blonde mentor of yours?” you pursed your lips and a giggle began to form as caesar pumped his fist in the air, “i think we got it! can we expect the two of you together once you win?” you’d never even had a boyfriend and here you were being put together with the finnick odair, you were sure everyone could tell how giddy you were.

you felt as if you had a million eyes on you, your whole body was heating up as you buried your head in your hands. “ah we caught her out! someone’s got a crush! but then again it’s finnick odair so don’t we all?” a bunch of cheers erupted as you beamed.

“well it was a wonderful to meet you, truly! our diamond here, y/n l/n!” screams and shouts directed your way came in full force as you waved at caesar and blew kisses to all. as you walked back you bumped into someone.

“y/n right?” the boy from three, theo.

you nodded and stuck your hand out, “nice to meet you!” he looked down at your hand and back up at you before laughing, “very formal, i like it. i’m theo, your dress is nice but i think the girl wearing it is breathtaking.” you giggled before tucking your hair behind your ear.

finnick stood with the other mentors and held himself back from shoving haymitch out the way to get him to stop rambling on. his grip on his glass was solid, so it wasn’t a surprise when it shattered. “oh my!” effie yelled out as finnick apologised before someone came to clean it up. he stepped around the person before excusing himself to get to you.

you were laughing, hard. what in panem was so funny?

you were wiping tears away from your eyes as finnick joined the two of you, his hand on your back as theo nodded at him, “finnick.” he hated him. why the hell did theo speak as if he knew him personally? his smug face was unbelievably irritating. “finnick! how’d i do?” and the second you spoke he felt the anger dissipate, he adored the way you waited for his response as if it held all the answers.

“you did well.” finnicks answer felt snippy and made you feel as if you’d done something wrong. “we should get going.” he directed you away from the boy as you shouted out, “i’ll see you around!”

the entire elevator ride was, to put it lightly, awkward. it left you feeling confined in what little space you and finnick had. “finn? are you okay?” you placed your hand on his arm and stood in-front of him. you were hoping he’d explain what was wrong but what you didn’t expect was to be pushed against the side of the elevator and finnick kissing you. his hand was on your waist again and he shuffled your dress up, slithering underneath.

you moaned in his mouth, his hands playing and gripping at your ass. in reaction, your fingers thread through his hair and your grip tightened, “finn- not here.” the elevator was glass and you were scared of people seeing. finnick found it hard to care, drunk off your perfume. in a panic, you pulled away from him, your hands cradling his face to make him listen. “i’ve… never,” the whisper hung over the both of you, the tension in the air thick and hot.

instead of being met with judgment, he murmured, “i’ll make it good for you, i promise.” finnick had finally gotten a taste, and he could only crave more. his lips met your neck, his warm tongue painting wet desire into your skin. it was almost too much for little old you, letting out quiet whimpers as he explored you. his sleeves were rolled and you needed to ground yourself, your nails dug into his veiny arms. “finn-” you protested but he could tell you didn’t want to. just a little longer and he could get you to give in. “just let me feel you.”

the elevator stopping brought the two of you back as you fixed your dress and finnick fixed his own hair, running his hands through it. he directed you out of the elevator and nodded in acknowledgment to the people entering. as you walked onto your floor you were met with servants, stylists and others. it seems damian and analise had taken it upon themselves to invite some friends and you were eager to meet them.

whereas finnick wanted to rip your dress off and take you till the morning.

the same dainty hands which were running all over him were shaking others and waving as you all sat down to eat. as everyone feasted away you couldn’t help but play with your own meal. you were flushed and all you wanted was to kiss finnick again. he was sitting next to you and wasn’t hungry for food, he wanted to eat something else.

your dress didn’t hide much of your chest and when you reclined in your seat, crossing your arms and pushing up your breasts?

finnick needed to see more.

the clattering of his fork on the floor drew the attention of some, but they went back to their conversations and bets. “i’ll get it for you.” you pushed back your seat and got down to your knees, flicking up the tables sheet and searched around for it before hitting cold metal. you reached your hand out with the fork to finnick. his cock was throbbing at the image of you on the floor, chest on display and a sweet smile on your face. he bent down and grinned, “you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

his words went straight down between your legs and your mouth fell open at his words.

such vulgar words from such a beautiful man.

his hand came down to close your jaw. you felt, weird. as you sat back on your chair you felt warm? but a good warm? it was tantalising. you wondered if it was normal.

finnick would tell you right?

“finnick.” his head turned your way, “what is it y/n?” you leaned closer and so did he, your hands cupped around his ear, “i feel weird.” his eyebrows shot up as a sign of interest, “oh? what’s wrong honey? where do you feel weird?” you gulped, your throat felt dry and for some reason it felt dirty to talk about.

your eyes drifted downwards and as you looked up finnicks eyes seemed darker. “here?” his touch was soft on your thigh underneath the table as you gasped.

“everything all right dear?” sarah questioned as you nodded. it felt so good, his touch. but it wasn’t exactly where needed, his hand trailed closer and higher, until it was gone. your head snapped up at him as he smirked at you, mocking you.

for the rest of the night he didn’t even pay attention to you. and you had no clue why.

you couldn’t sleep after the day you had and all your mind was thinking of was finnick. finnicks hands, his arms, his mouth, his words.

“i don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

“yes, here.”

“i’ll make it so good for you.”

“just let me feel you.”

“you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

your room was too quiet, making it unchallenging for your thoughts to run wild at the anticipation of finnick odair. you couldn’t bear it, so you left to the busiest room you could think of.

your leg was shaking up and down and your mind was pacing whilst your body couldn’t. the butterflies were practically knocking around in your stomach and you hoped perhaps finnick could help. he’d help you right? but he didn’t before. maybe he was just tired? you were so desperate for help and answers that you’d forgone knocking and walked right in.

only to be met with an extremely wet finnick odair.

by your luck your eyes were probably poking out of your head at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but stare. it was your first time being in the same room as a man so, naked? for the lack of a better word, he still had a very short towel wrapped around his bottom half. was it small? or did he make it look small?

“see something you like sweetie?” god his voice was so saccharine, how the hell did his voice work you up? “i- i wanted to t-talk.” and you were stuttering, great! he walked closer to you and you stepped back, all the way into his wall. “yeah? does my pretty girl wanna talk?” you nodded along dumbly as your breath quickened. “words sweetie, use your words.” you swallowed, “yes.”

his thumb caressed your cheek before brushing along your lips, “you sure you just want to talk?” and there they were, the butterflies. you shook your head, “no? what do you want?” you played with your night dress, “you?” it was a soft murmur and finnick wanted you to beg. he’d been pining after you since the second he saw you, it’s only fair right?

“where do you want me?” his words were hot in your ear, his body was wet and your white night dress was suddenly see through. his hand rested on your ass, “here?” you shook your head, “no?” his thumb brushed over your nipple as your nails pressed into his neck, pulling him into yours. your breath was heavy and he was unrelenting.

his hand moved from your ass to cup your front as you gasped, “here?” you nodding along dumbly, “please finnick, i’ve been wanting you for the whole day, i’ll be good for you i promise.” your words were music to his ears, “yeah? you’re gonna be good f’me?”

“yes, yes, yes.” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck. standing on your tiptoes as you bit your lip. “you gonna let me use you yeah? do whatever i want?” you were practically jumping up and down at this point, your tits with you. your straps were pushed down as your dress fell down to the floor. his cock was throbbing at the sight of you, he’d been waiting for this.

“then on your knees honey.” you were quick to obey as he pushed you down to the cold floor, his towel quickly ripped off, courtesy of you.

it was your first time doing anything sexual so any cock was bound to be big in your eyes. finnick loved the sight of you on your knees, innocent as ever. fully nude, hands slotted nicely between your thighs. he wanted to ruin you. he ran his hand along his dick, pumping it before resting the tip on your lips.

as if you were on auto-control, your lips parted to let him through. a salty taste flooded through your mouth as he cooed down at you.

“you’re doing so well for me.”

“pretty baby on her knees, who knew you’d be such a slut?”

your eyes flickered up at him as you moved your head forwards on your own accord. “fuck.” he groaned as you replaced his hands with yours.

he wanted to go easy on you.

but kitten licks at the tip and soft kisses weren’t doing it for him. you opened your mouth again, gaining confidence and feeding off of finnicks praises. his large hand placed on the back of your head, fingers spread out as he thrusted down your throat.

the sounds that filled his room were lewd. squelches and groans as you tried your best to keep going. your cheeks hollowed out as finnick guided you, “relax your throat, try breathe through your nose. if it’s too much just tap my thigh sweetie.”

you retracted, catching your breath as you gazed up at him whilst simultaneously blinking away the tears in your eyes but a few fell free. he couldn’t help but moan. your messy mouth mixed with your saliva and his pre-cum. “you think theo’s this big? you think he could make you choke on his dick?” you shook your head immediately.

his member felt cold without the warmth of your mouth, but he was feeling nice so he let you take a break. “too big for you sweetie?” you shook your head furiously, “naw is my baby tough?” you giggled as you wrapped your lips around him again, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick as he eased himself in. “ah- fuck.”

but he can only hold out for so long as he began to fasten his pace, chasing his high. your fingers dug into his thighs right under his ass, for some reason you seemed to have something to prove as you took him all the way. your moans egged him on as his hips thrust forwards, “so good f’me, my s-sweet girl.” his praises fueled you on as your nose met his naval. salty tears fell down your cheeks and finnick was in his right mind to lick them all up.

god you were better than he’d imagined. and trust him, he’d imagined a lot.

“swallow for me yeah? be a good girl and open wide.” thick cum coated your tongue as you gladly accepted. finnick proudly gazed upon your painted face. watery eyes, sticky face. all for him. you gulped it down before wiping off the remaining waste on your face, eyeing finnick up before licking it off your fingers.

“what happened to the diamond? only a whore for me right?” your fingers were wet as you pulled them out. “uh-huh.” your agreed as he pulled you up. “do you even know what that means?” he teased as you puckered your lips before shaking your head. “thought so, you wanna be good for me?” you nodded, “on the bed baby.”

you sat down on the bed as you waited for finnick to join you. he situated himself between your legs, running his hands along them. “lean back for me. you took me so well, you want me to make you feel good too?” your eyes widened at the idea, “yes please finn.” his hands reached up and rested under your breasts, “i don’t know if you’ve earned it honey.” your lips twisted into a slight frown, your waterline glazing over.

“i was! i did what you asked finn, please.”

he palmed your breast, massaging it softly as you threw your head back, “please. please keep going.” your begging was more than enough for him, his baby asked so nicely no?

“yeah? you like me playing with you?” incoherent babbles fell from your lips as finnicks mouth kissed your breast. his hand trailed down to feel you, and he was met with warm wetness. the moan you let out was ungodly, “finnick please! oh god it feels so- so good.” he couldn’t help admire you, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the pristine white sheets.

“oh baby, can you be quiet for me? quiet for finn?” a string of ‘uh-huhs’ came from your mouth as finnick slid a finger into you, a tight fit. “oh my god!” you yelped before slamming your hand over your mouth. he was knuckle deep as he worked his finger in before curling it, then another, then another. his free hand was pushing your hips down into the mattress as your hips lifted upwards with every move he made.

“finnick, finnick. you feel so good.” you cried out as he retracted his fingers before curling them upwards. he knew exactly what to do, where to be, what to say. his name fell from your lips like a prayer and your nails raked down his back as he grunted.

now, finnicks fingers were one thing, but his mouth?

his tongue pressed against your clit and you swear you saw god, finnick was probably the god. his tongue flicked over your clit as his fingers entered your cunt again, the pressure in your stomach was building so high you were afraid of the fall.

a wave of pleasure fell over you as finnick talked you through it, “that’s it baby, let go.” he hovered over you as his fingers worked your cunt. your nails had bloodied his back, scratched raw. as you moved your fingers finnick hissed into your ear. “m’ sorry, m’ so so sorry.” your head was spinning and you wanted to rest, but apparently finnick had other ideas as he lowered himself to your core. your mind was hazy as your hand clutched the pillow your head laid on, the other twisted in his hair.

“what’re you doing?” finnicks green eyes pierced through you as he raised his head from in between your thighs. featherlight kisses trailed upwards to your pussy as your thighs twitched and closed around his head, still sensitive as ever. “just want a taste, clean you up.” he mumbled as he tongue breached your entrance and you were back where you were before.

this man was driven youd give him that.

“finn s’ too much, please.” your words were slurred as he delved inside. he couldn’t find it in himself to let up, you were so sweet, he just wanted a taste. so he kept going, his tongue, his hands, his words. if there was one thing you knew about finnick it was that he could talk anyone into anything. so you found yourself squirming underneath his strong arms, forearm pinning you down to the bed as he made your back arch and your toes curl.

“sweet baby, so sweet.” all attempts of getting away, only caused him to get annoyed with you, can’t you just lay down and let him ruin you? at this point it was for his pleasure rather than yours. your thighs were practically squeezing his head and neck but he kept going. you didn’t know where to put your hands, pulling his hair was no good. your hand somehow ended up on your clit, moving in a circular motion as the other palmed your breast.

each time he made you come you rested your head, energy depleted. but again he ended up between your legs and pathetic pleas from you did nothing to make him stop.

“wanna make you feel good.”

“just one more, you can take it sweetheart.”

when your fourth rolled around you were so far gone. “pretty baby, not a single thought up there huh?” you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, and he didn’t expect you to. he brushed away the stray hairs from your face and kissed you passionately. “you did so well f’me honey. made me proud, you got one more in you for me?” it wasn’t a question, his dick was painfully hard and he only knew of one solution.

you tiredly shook your head, “no more finny.” he grinned, “no? you don’t want my cock?” your breath hitched at his words and you knew you were fucked. “mhm. want it.” you were reduced to one to two words in a sentence.

“yeah you do. on your knees baby.” you tiredly rolled over, situating yourself on your knees and the palms of your hands as finnick kneaded your ass. his hands grazed over the skin before-

smack!

“think you should be able to see yourself baby.” his hand yanked at your hair as you found your reflection glaring back at you. “so pretty, aren’t you?” finnick knew you were horrible at accepting compliments and he was more than happy to use it against you.

smack!

you’d taken too long to answer, but based on finnicks smug expression you could tell he was hoping for it. “you have to answer baby.” finnicks arm came across your waist, pulling you up, flush with his chest as his hands pawed at your chest.

“you wanna be my baby yeah?” you could only manage moans and finnick was not happy. he threw you forwards as you caught yourself with your hands infront of you.

smack!

“fucked you so good you can’t even talk.” he taunted you as he dragged his cock in between your drenched folds. finnicks groans were deep, and so hot. “you know how long i wanted to fuck you baby? in that short skirt on the train? when you licked up that cream? my girls dirty huh?” you didn’t respond and it only fuelled his fire, he’d wanted you for so long and now you had the audacity to ignore him?

he thrusted into you without warning and you screamed out. “want to act like a slut? i’ll treat you like one. fuck!” your walls were squeezing down on him, sucking him in and he was more than happy to oblige. his hips snapped against your ass as you gripped onto the sheets for dear life. his grip on your hips bruised, leaving a fiery impression in their wake. finnick had stamina for days, he was strong and built. you were small and fragile, finnick was glad to be the one to break you in.

he pulled you up to him again as he kissed you frantically, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. he was relentless in his pursuit for his high, he marked up any place he could as he continued to drive into you with determination.

“bet you dreamed of this, of me.” his hand gripped your throat, his eyes bore into your own, finnick was inescapable. every touch, every thrust, all him. you were enveloped in his being and he worshipped yours. finnick continued to pound into you harshly, cock gliding easily against your inner walls. he was deep inside but he wanted to be deeper. “yes! yes! harder!” you cried out.

his hand pressed down onto your stomach, “feel that?” his breath was prominent by your ear, “oh god!” you exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you. thick, hot cum released into you as his and your moans were raising in pitch and his hips began to stutter.

the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, the promise of silence forgotten. “let go baby, you’re close. let go.” the two of you had eachother and it was more than enough. his groans were deep and animalistic as he spilled himself inside you. your hand reached behind you to caress his neck. thank yous spilled out from you, your whole being was ignited, you never knew you could feel so good.

the two of you lied together, entangled in sheets and a mess of limbs. you couldn’t tell where finnick odair began and y/n l/n started. all you knew was that he was yours, and you were his.

you’d fallen asleep a bit ago, your chest rising and falling steadily. finnicks arm curled around you as you rested on his chest. from the moonlight spilling into his room he could view the bruises tattering your smooth skin. as he traced over them he couldn’t help but grin, he could imagine you limping in the arena.

you sure as hell weren’t forgetting him anytime soon.

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

⁵ tangled in love, stuck by you (from the glue!)

୨ৎ

most people took years― decades― to realize they wanted to get married. it took schlatt four seconds. see, earlier in the day the two of you had been lazing around the apartment as you aww'd and cooed at the snow outside, going, "woah! how cold is it outside?" he absentmindedly checked the temperature for you, then made the short comment of―

"the cats are gonna freeze their asses off."

your face actually dropped like schlatt just said everyone on earth had died, and you gasped dramatically. "no! they cant'! that's― that's wrong!"

he chuckled, ruffling your hair. "what have you got yourself in a tizzy about now?" pulling you into his side, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "the two of 'em 'll be fine, don't worry your pretty little head about it."

but you did worry your pretty little head about it. you worried and worried and locked yourself in the bedroom. schlatt was fine to give you some alone time for a few hours― but eventually, and he would never admit this, if anyone asked you were simply a liar― but he knocked on your door and whined for some attention.

you opened the door, leaning against the frame. instead of looking sleepy like you'd just taken a nap, you had bandaids on your fingers and your hair tied up by a pencil piercing through your bun.

"whatcha been workin' on in that head of yours, hm?" schlatt raised a brow, ruffling your hair. but his jaw went slack as you proudly held up jambo (like that one scene in the lion king); but now he was dressed in a sweater!

"oh my god! aww. jambooo! he's so cute. this is― this is the best thing since sliced bread!" he absolutely lit up, one of the happiest expressions on his face you'd ever seen (though, spoiler alert, he looked happier at y'alls wedding).

he immediately whipped out his phone and posted it to instagram:

@/jschlatt:

↳ look at what my girl made for jambo. say nice things to her or else #thatsmygirl #jambo #we'redefgettingmarried #courthousebookedforjune29 #summerwedding #jambosmybestman #nottedfuckthatguy #awesomesweater #cutecat

↳ @y/n:

↳ wait we're getting married ??

↳@/jschlatt

↳ idk where u got that idea babe. must be seeing things. u should get ur eyes checked & go to bed.

↳ @y/n&schlattsfanclub:

↳ not him gaslighting her 😭 ill treat u better y/n <3

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divider credits: @omi-resources

[woongiesea]

🖤 ── 𝐿osing 𝒜ll 𝑀y 𝐼nnocence 𝐼n 𝒯he 𝐵ackseat

bttm!male reader x top!mingi (ateez)

in which after a heated club night, mingi teaches his best friend how to have sex !

content warning: gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, mingi's first time topping, virgin!reader / reader's first time, car sex, dacryphilia (?), fingering, size kink, unprotected sex (don't irl !), non-idol au (?) implied second round

lmk if there are any more :p

loosely inspired by addison rae's diet pepsi <33

author's note: hi everyonee !! tysm for all the love on the jiwoong fic, and im back with an anon req, sorry if this took too long im kinda busy with life :p. i wrote this in 3rd person instead of 2nd person this time so reading this might be diff from the first one. this is my first time writing for mingi so i hope its realistic lmao 😭

also mingichella ruined my life.

! MINORS DNI !

"So, where are we going?" y/n asked, curiosity laced in his tone. Currently he was sitting in front of the mirror, legs folded on the hotel room carpet as he dabbed a brush with black eyeshadow on the outer corners of his eyes, brushing through his black tresses, moving silky strands out of his eyes. "You randomly just told me to get ready without telling me anything..."

Y/n could hear shuffling around the hotel room. From the corner of his eyes he could see Mingi shuffling through his coats and leather jackets hanging in all their black and grey glory, waiting to be picked by him to go out in the cigarette-and-chanel no.5-smelling streets of new york.

You and Mingi were finally taking your "best friends" trip that the both had you been raving about since you learned about the existence of New York City. You could tell in Mingi's smirk that he was planning something, and you were scared what he was cooking up in that mischevious head of his.

"Should I just go bare-chested?" Mingi asked, from one corner of the hotel room, out of view from the mirror you peered into, searching for his face. You turned around from where his voice came.

Mingi ruffled his freshly dyed platinum-blonde hair, an impulse decision he made yesterday, claiming that it "would look hot". His leather pants stretched and wrinkled across his long legs and thighs with perfection, glistening under the harsh blindingness of the white hotel room lights. A black jacket draped his torso, with sparkling chains and necklaces adorning his neck. As he cheekily stated, it was obvious he was wearing no shirt underneath, a tackily zipped-up zipper threatening to reveal his lower torso and abs.

Y/n rolled his eyes, barely containing a gasp out of pure shock. "Fuckin' slut." he says, his tone laced with sarcasm. "It's a good outfit, but I don't know where we're going to, so I can't place you on the cunt-o-meter just yet."

Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Cunt-o-meter?"

Y/n rolled his eyes. "How much cunt you're serving. Depends on the occasion you're serving all this for." he says, eyes scanning over his 6 foot frame.

"Trust me, we need maximum point on the cunt-o-meter." Mingi cringed as the words came out his mouth, muttering a small "whatever that means."

"Well then, you're good to go, then!" Y/n says cheerily, his words accompanied by a quick "click!" of his makeup palette closing up. He fluttered his eyelids to show off his "edgy" eye look he was planning. "How do I look?"

Mingi smirked. "I like it, you look like a pretty boy." He giggled, showing off his gummy smile that made y/n heart skip a beat at his cuteness, despite how the other was dressed right now. Y/n got up, awkwardly twirling around to show off his outfit.

"Now, unlike you I am not a slut and do infact have self respect. How do I look?" Y/n's outfit was moderately simple - an oversized black sweater he borrowed from Mingi, with denim shorts cheekily teasing at his thighs, and the white knee-lenghts he was seemingly obsessed with.

At this, Mingi wrapped an arm around the shorter's shoulders, his arm seemingly overtaking his entire figure. He smiled. "Let's go."

timeskip

"Alright, that was the first and last time I'm going clubbing with your ass." Y/n groaned, practically collasping into the passenger seat of a somehow sober Mingi's car. Mingi giggled at his friend, who was currently rolling his eyes and proudly displaying him a middle finger. "And why didn't you tell me we were gonna go clubbing? I would've dressed sluttier!" Y/n whined.

"Wearing what, exactly?" Mingi raised an eyebrow in a cocky fashion. "You're scared to go to the pool shirtless. Heck, you can't even wear tank tops in front of me!" He teased. Mingi laughed at y/n's reaction, which was now both middle fingers being stretched in front of his face.

"Whatever. Atleast I don't have the lack of self respect that I let myself being tossed around between 4 guys !" Y/n exclaimed, pointing to Mingi's smudged lipgloss.

"Well, atleast I don't sit in the corner despite half the club trying to flirt with me!" Mingi replied with the same snarky tone. "And I remember that I don't own the glasses!"

"Song Mingi, I'm gonna kill you- and I didn't end up taking the glass with me, did I?" but Y/n's counterattack was ignored.

Mingi had a sinister look on his face. "You had atleast 5 guys foaming at the mouth to take you home, and yet you complain about being single." He smirked with a look of intrigue. "Could it be..." He leaned in closer to y/n till he ear brushed against his pink lips. "You don't know how to have sex, y/n?"

The flustered look on Y/n's face confirmed his suspicions. "Eyes on the road, idiot!" Y/n retaliated, causing Mingi to smirk as he continued driving.

"So, your innocent ass doesn't know how to fuck? How surprising for someone as freaky as you."

"Just keep driving or I'll cannibalize you."

Mingi's car suddenly came to a hault in some dark corner, in some street that seemed nowhere near the streets you memorized on the way to your hotel. Mingi leaned in closer, inhaling the smell of alcohol and your sweet perfume mixed with sweat that lingered on his sweater, currently draping your figure.

"Mingi, where are w-"

"Backseat. Now."

"What the fu-"

"Now."

smut below, minors dni.

"M-mingi, fuck!" Y/n's cheek was flush against the leather seat covers. In the darkness of the night. His shorts were thown away somewhere in the process, windows fogged up, the air conditioner's cool wind sending chills down Y/n bottom and thighs.

Mingi thrust his fingers in Y/n's hole scissoring him in an attempt to loosen up. Y/n's legs found their way to Mingi's shoulders, resting on them as Mingi held onto Y/n's thighs for dear life, imprinting the cool metal designs of Mingi's rings into the shorter's inner thighs. "Fuck, y/n, you're so tight~" He cooed, loving the whimpers that spilled out of the other's mouth. He didn't even bother taking off the other's pants, or his own, even. Mingi was impaitent to get to the good part immediately, simply choosing to unzip his zipper.

He trailed kisses down your neck - hot, open-mouthed kisses, leaving bites and marks across your collarbone and neck, nuzzling his hot face against the crook of your neck. "So responsive..." he groaned. "f I knew you made all those slutty sounds I would've wrecked you long ago..."

His words sent shivers down your spine. You didn't even have time to recollect yourself when Mingi pulled his fingers out, giving you a maximum of 5 seconds to relaxation before he forced his length into you. It wasn't the most girthy dick, but god, was it long and strong. You felt every individual vein, pumping up hard and fast into his erection. Mingi practically shreiked when you clenched around his lenght, hard and tight.

"God damn, so eager to get railed. I might just top more often." Mingi groaned, his voice hoarse and deep. He experimentally began thrusting in and out at a slow and then fast pace. His inconsistency drove you insane: He was trying you out, trying to see what got the best reaction from you.

That's when it happened: His dick slammed into your prostate, targetting a sensetive bundle of nerves. You twitched so hard you were surprised you didn't just cum right then and there. Mingi noticed your blissed-out expression and loud moan. He smirked. "You like that, pretty boy? Ya like when I slam into you like that?" You nodded desperately.

"Lemme do it again, then." A wicked smile adorned his face. And he did. Over and over, slamming down on your sweet spot. Estcasy claimed over you so many times as your velvet walls clamped down on his member. Both of you groaned in unison. Being on the edge of pleasure was so blaringly good that you didn't even realize when you tipped over, letting out velvet white ropes of your substance, coating Mingi and yourself.

"Cum for me, boy~" Mingi cooed, as he too, filled you with his load, blissfully rolling his eyes back as he bit his lip, riding out his high. His substance inside you was an intoxicating feeling. You never wanted it to end.

Mingi rested his forehead against yours, panting. "Let's continue this in the hotel." He smirked, and you nodded.

It was going to be a long night.

[wordsarelife]

heeey can i request some cute theo nott x reader? 💓 could be reader wearing his clothes for the first time or something 😭 i love this kind of stuff, thank uuu

—i'm only me when i'm with you

pairing: theo nott x gn!reader

summary: stealing theo’s clothes and getting caught

warning: suggestive at the end

notes: pretty short, but i thought it was cute

“hey” theo smiled, kissing you, before he stepped into your room.

“how did you make it up here?” you asked looking around in the hallway before you closed the door.

“i have my ways”

“right” you nodded. you sat down beside him “hi” you smiled kissing him softly, he deepened the kiss, but suddenly noticed a bit of white fabric peaking from under your sweater

“what is that?” he asked

“what is what?”

“that” he pointed to the hem of your shirt “under your sweater”

“a tshirt” you shrugged “why is that important?”

“it doesn’t happen to be my nirvana shirt that i have been searching for a month?”

“no?”

“i believe you” you smiled relieved and theo kissed your neck tenderly, before he pushed you back on the bed. you were too busy with kissing to focus on what he was doing.

“hah!” he exclaimed and you opened your eyes confused at the sudden loss of contact

“huh?”

“would you look at that!” he mused, pointing at the sweater that had ridden up and revealed his missing nirvana tshirt underneath

“this isn’t fair” you protested

“what isn’t fair? you stealing my shirt? i agree” theo smiled brightly, while you sat up and crossed your arms

“you distracted me”

“yeah” he smiled proudly “but you’re also a bad liar, so i only did it because i knew it was my tshirt”

you nodded “sorry”

“it’s fine” he smiled softly “get out of the sweater, i wanna see you in it”

“whatever you say” you quickly got rid of the sweater and your boyfriend smiled proudly.

“now would you look at that” he repeated his words from earlier “so pretty”

“thank you” you laughed “do you want me to take it off?”

“you can keep it for a few more days, baby” he came closer, so he could whisper in your ear “but right now i do want you to take it off”

let’s just say you didn’t wait for him to repeat that…

[boyfiejay]

Princess Treatment with Sunghoon 🎀

PAIRING : Sunghoon x hyper feminine Reader

GENRE : bullet points, sunshine x grumpy

Warning : reader wears skirts, mention of food, reader gets spoiled, hoon can't express his feelings well, kissing, a little suggestive at the end but nothing graphic

Word Count : 1.3k

Author's note : this is just me having a sunghoon brain rot...

●You two were friends for a long time before you got together. Everyone around you witnessed Sunghoon going from the cold, distant guy, to then a slightly more friendly guy to a completely lovestruck puppy

●You two getting together was inevitable tbh, you two just knew the other was the one

●Sunghoon is so whipped for you, the partner privilege is so intense

●If he sees his favourite tiramisu has a bite in it, he's all mad but if he gets to know that you ate it then he just gives the whole thing to you

●All it takes is a doe eyed look and man is folding

●Also he is always talking about you. Like everyone around him knows he has a partner, constantly rambling about anything that reminds him of you or dropping random facts about you

●It is to the point that Heeseung knew your go to order at your favourite cafe and the kind of drink you like

●Do not mention the way he just giggles and kicks his feet like a teenage girl when you do something adorable

●It doesn't even have to be anything cute, he just always finds you cute no matter what

●You just woke up? Beautiful. You are crying? Still pretty. You're dolled up all for him? Oh man...

●This man is obsessed with your skirts and knee high socks and sweaters, particularly if they are ruffled

●He is like drooling when you dress up just for him and do a little twirl

●Always insists on tying your bows and ribbons for you

●Then proceeds to tie one on his bicep and flexes it 😵 (he's so hot)

●He's such a gentleman, but one thing he loves to do is give you his jacket. It doesn't even matter if it isn't cold, or your outfit isn't short, the jacket just completes the look

●He also feels so giddy when you wear his clothes, goes through a mental crisis trying not to smother you with attention

●Fails at it, then continues to give you that whipped smile and just looking at you with so much love

●The attention makes you flustered and shy and that in turn makes him even giddier

●It's sometimes overwhelming how he looks at you with so much adoration

●But thats what makes you know that he does love you because he is not very good at words

●When anyone looks at sunghoon, let's be honest he's intimidating, tall and buff, anyone would be scared.

●But he'd be so so gentle with you, always making sure you're comfortable, holding your hand in crowds, and also giving you flowers :(

●Even his touch in general would be so gentle, he's always touching you as if you would break any second

●He's not great with pda, it makes him a bit uncomfortable to be so mushy with you with people watching.

●But behind closed doors, he's acting like your blanket, always all over you, not a single soul would believe that he's the clingy type

●Calls you cringey nicknames, but the one he likes for himself is 'hoonie' </33

●Literally if anyone else says hoonie, he's giving the nastiest side eye

●But if it's you, he's melting on the floor...

●Some might not like this one, but he's very protective over you. It's not that he doesn't believe that you can't defend yourself, but he can't help but look over you from time to time

●He never speaks up about anything, but if anyone makes you uncomfortable? Oh they're done for

●It's never a physical fight, rather a verbal one with him makes sure that person feels bad for even looking at you

●Thinks you're the cutest when you're mad or annoyed

●Bro just laughs when you are grumbling about something 😭

●Then you proceed to get mad at him and he just clings to you until you forgive him

●As obsessed he is with your clothing, he is also obsessed with buying stuff for you.

●He's always spoiling you, no matter how much you tell him to stop he still does it

●Sometimes you actually get mad and he just gives one pout or a puppy eyed stare and you forgive him. He doesn't even have to whine about spoiling you just this once

●You're just as whipped as he is...

●Sometimes he likes to give you handmade things, paper flowers, love letters, little album of your photos, bracelets and soo much more

●You have a huge box of things he's given, made it his mission to fill up that box by a set time

●He once broke your vase by mistake and then took a pottering class to make you a mini version of that vase (the bigger one kept falling apart) :(((

●Never ever raised his voice on you, like not even once. He can barely get mad at you, this man is never going to yell at you

●Even when you do fight, he tries his best to be calm and talk it out. There hasn't been a single time where he let you go to bed upset

●There are a lot of times when he's just quite and you're talking about something, at first you question whether he's listening or not but he nods along with your talking or hums at things

●It's a bit scary how he remembers stuff you just rambled so well, like you don't even like that new cafe that much but you're so in awe of how well he remembered your words

●He's extremely shy when it comes to professing his love to you, it just makes him annoyed that he can't say how much he loves you.

●What more annoying is that you never push him to say things, he doesn't like that you're so understanding about this

●That's when he started to write letters for you, he felt like he might combust with how much he feels for you. And not being able to say it out loud made it worse

●So he just writes out how he feels and puts it under your pillow, or on your desk or in your bag

●When he first wrote the letter, he insisted that you read in front of him, wanting his fears to at lower a bit

●But when you started tearing up he felt worse, he had tried to keep the letter a bit lowkey but you're tearing up from the bare minimum?

●From then on he tried to be more open about his feelings, and be more vulnerable around you. He wanted you to know that it was just you, it had always been you

●His family loves you so much, it's almost like you are the daughter

●His mom and sister love to tell embarrassing stories about him and make him suffer lmao

●'she's too good for you' his mom, apparently

●He was so shy when you two first kissed, skip to couple weeks later, hes basically devouring your lips

●Very very obsessed with kissing you, no matter what you're doing he's staring at your lips, no thoughts head empty just lips and kisses

●He has to makeout with you at least once a day, it doesn't matter if things never escalate, he just likes the feeling of you being close to him

●Practically melts if you stroke the back of his head or pull his hair

●He gets cock blocked by someone whenever you give him the green signal to continue, he once even chased Jake around because he just burst in without knocking

●He wasnt mad that he couldn't continue, rather it was because he was going to remove your shirt just before he burst in

●Very possessive about what's his but doesnt even bat an eye if you're the one asking for things

●The guys are honestly jealous about how sunghoon only laughs or smiles due to two reasons, either it's lame ass jokes or because of you

●I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA :ʼ(

[gracie-eilish]

party girl

an: ok so i love this little duo. as someone who used to be so uptight and scared and didn’t go to parties or anything until like my junior year of college, i would have LOVEDDDDD a night like this. anyways, i miss going out😭 being only 22 and post grad is not for the weak. the trashy college bars are calling me.

also this is so long but oh well.

The second Billie burst through your apartment door, you knew she was up to something.

She was grinning, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief, her jacket slung over one shoulder like she had just walked off the cover of a college magazine. You barely had time to glance up from your book before she bounded over to you, excitement radiating from her like an uncontainable force.

“Baby,” she started, practically bouncing on her heels. “Guess what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You finally learned how to sit still for more than five minutes?”

She let out a dramatic gasp. “First of all, rude. Second of all—no. But I did get invited to a huge frat party tonight. And before you start—yes, I already know what you’re gonna say, and no, I’m not accepting any excuses.”

Your stomach immediately twisted. “Billie—”

“Nope! Not listening,” she sing-songed, plopping down beside you on the couch and tugging the book out of your hands. “You study way too much, babe. You need a break. And what better way to relax than getting absolutely wasted with your super-hot, super-athletic, very fun girlfriend?”

You sighed, biting your lip. “It’s not that I don’t want to—”

“Uh-huh.” She smirked. “But?”

You sighed again, playing with the hem of your sweater. “I don’t really… do parties.”

“I know,” Billie said, her voice softer now, less teasing. “But that’s why I wanna take you. You’re always working so hard, and I just think—” She paused, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think you deserve a night to just be. No stress, no books, no deadlines. Just you, me, and a whole lot of bad decisions.”

You let out a small laugh despite yourself. “I don’t know, Billie…”

She pouted, leaning in dramatically. “Please, pretty girl? Just one night?”

You looked at her—the way her eyes sparkled, the way her lips curled up just slightly at the edges, the way she was looking at you like you hung the damn moon—and you knew you were doomed.

With a deep breath, you exhaled, “Fine.”

Before you could blink, Billie let out an excited squeal and tackled you into the couch, peppering your face with kisses. “YES! I knew I could convince you! My cute little nerd does have a wild side!”

You giggled, squirming under her. “Billie, get off!”

“Never,” she declared, grinning as she nuzzled into your neck. “Everyone’s gonna be so jealous that I get to take home the prettiest girl at the party.”

Your face burned. “Billie!”

She just laughed, sitting up and clapping her hands together. “Okay! Time to get you dressed. And before you even think about reaching for your oversized sweater, babe, no. We’re going sexy tonight.”

You giggled and groaned. “What did I just get myself into?”

✨

You sat on your bed, cross-legged, while Billie was rifling through your closet like a woman on a mission. “No… nope… absolutely not… too nerdy—no offense, baby—ooh, this is hot.”

She turned, holding up a short black dress with thin straps, giving you a smug grin.

Your eyes widened. “No way. Absolutely not.”

Billie pouted, walking over and holding it up against your body. “Why not? You’d look so good in this, baby. Just imagine—me, all over you at the party, everyone wishing they were me because I get to touch you.”

Your face burned. “Billie—”

“Please,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “For me?”

You hesitated, running your fingers over the fabric. It was pretty. Maybe too pretty.

But after a second, you sighed. “It’s just… it feels like too much for a frat party.”

Billie studied you for a moment before nodding. “Okay. That’s fair.” And then, with a glint in her eyes, she turned back to your closet and started digging again. “Lucky for you, I’m a problem solver.”

You frowned. “Billie, what are you—”

Then, suddenly, she gasped. “Babe.”

You blinked as she spun around, holding up a black crop top you had completely forgotten existed.

Your sister had insisted you bring a few of her going out tops to college, saying you needed “just a few things to push you out of your comfort zone.” You had shoved them to the back of your closet the second you unpacked.

Billie grinned like she had just discovered buried treasure. “What is this, and why have you been keeping it from me?”

You bit your lip. “It’s… just something my sister made me bring.”

“Well, she was right to make you bring it.” Billie held it up to your chest and smirked. “This. With your ripped jeans. This is the one.”

You hesitated. “Are you sure?”

Billie stepped closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Baby. You have to let me be selfish just this once. I need everyone to see how insanely hot my girlfriend is.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. But I swear, if I feel uncomfortable—”

“I’ll give you my jacket. Promise,” she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Now sit over here. Let me do your hair.”

You obeyed, sitting at your desk turned vanity, as Billie stood behind you, running her fingers through your hair, removing the elastic holding it up.

She hummed. “I say we ditch your cutie ponytail tonight. Let me curl it, yeah?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know, Billie, I always—”

“I know,” she cut in. “You always do the ponytail. Tonight, we’re switching things up. Trust me, babe. You’ll look so hot.”

You sighed but nodded. “Okay, fine. But if it looks bad—”

“—you’ll be the prettiest girl there,” Billie finished, pressing a kiss to your temple.

As she worked, you closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of her fingers gently styling your hair. Every now and then, she’d tuck a strand behind your ear or run her nails lightly against your scalp, and your heart would do little flips.

“That feel good baby?” She giggled at your droopy eyes and blissed out smile. All you could do was hum a response, making her giggle more.

When she finished and stepped back, she let out a low whistle. “Oh, babyyy. You look like a supermodel.”

You turned to the mirror, blinking at your reflection. The soft, cascading waves framed your face beautifully, giving you a completely different look. You looked perfect.

Billie grinned. “I might have to fight someone tonight.”

You laughed, reaching to take off your glasses, but Billie grabbed your wrist. “Wait.”

You hesitated. “What?”

She bit her lip, studying you. “Okay, yes, you look insane without them. But honestly?” She gently placed them back on your nose, brushing her fingers against your cheek. “I love your big doe eyes too much. Even when you’re looking all sexy.”

Your stomach flipped. “Billie.”

She smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now, come on, supermodel. Go get dressed.”

Billie went over to sit on your bed, twirling a strand of her own hair around her finger as she watched you hesitate near your bathroom door. “Baaabe,” she whined playfully, dragging out the word. “Go put the outfit on! I need to see my sexy girlfriend in all her glory.”

You fidgeted with the hem of your sweater. “What if I don’t feel comfortable in it?”

Billie tilted her head, giving you a soft smile. “Then we’ll find something else, no big deal. But at least try it on for me? Just once?”

You sighed, glancing at the little black crop top Billie had laid out on your bed earlier. It still felt like a lot, but the excitement in her eyes made it hard to say no.

“Fine,” you murmured. “But if I hate it, you’re letting me wear my sweater.”

Billie smirked, crossing her arms. “If you hate it, I will personally wrap you in my jacket all night. Now go, before I lose my mind wondering how hot you’re about to look.”

You rolled your eyes, but her words sent a flutter through your chest as you finally stepped into your bathroom.

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of your mirror, smoothing your hands over your ripped jeans and adjusting the hem of the little black crop top. It felt… different. More revealing than anything you usually wore. You weren’t used to showing this much skin, and your nerves were starting to creep back in.

Swallowing, you hesitantly stepped out of your room, fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt as you walked back into your room where Billie was waiting. She was scrolling through her phone, but the second she looked up and saw you, her jaw dropped.

Her mouth parted slightly, eyes dragging over you slowly, like she was committing every inch to memory. “Holy shit,” she breathed.

Your cheeks burned as you crossed your arms, shifting on your feet. “Is it… too much?”

Billie blinked, shaking her head quickly as she stood and strode over to you. “Too much? Doll.” She placed her hands on your waist, fingers brushing over the bare skin between your top and jeans. “You look insane. Like, actually unreal. Are you trying to kill me?”

You let out a nervous laugh, biting your lip. “I just don’t usually wear stuff like this.”

Billie’s teasing softened into something more tender as she tucked a loose curl behind your ear. “I know, baby. You don’t have to do anything different, don’t have to be anyone different. Just be you, and I promise you’re gonna turn heads the second we walk in.”

You hesitated. “You really think so?”

Billie smirked, leaning in until her lips brushed your ear. “I know so.” She let her lips linger just below your jaw, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to your skin. “But don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll be right by your side all night.” Her fingers squeezed your waist. “No one gets to enjoy this view but me.”

Your stomach flipped, and suddenly, the nerves in your chest felt just a little lighter. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

✨

The house was packed. Music thumped through the walls, the bass rattling your chest, and the scent of cheap beer and too-strong cologne filled the air. Groups of people stood around, red cups in hand, laughter and drunken shouts echoing through the space.

You were definitely out of your comfort zone.

But Billie? Billie was thriving.

She was at home in this chaos, her arm draped protectively around your waist as she guided you through the crowd. Every few steps, someone would call her name—girls from her team, random partygoers who had clearly seen her dominate the field—and she’d flash them that cocky, dimpled grin, giving them a wave but never once letting go of you.

“You okay?” she murmured into your ear, her lips brushing against your temple.

You nodded, gripping her hand tightly. “Just… a little overwhelmed.”

She squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I got you, baby. Just stick with me, yeah?”

You nodded again, feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

“Now,” she smirked. “What do you wanna do first? Dance? Drink? Make out in a dark corner?”

Your face burned. “Billie!”

She laughed, pulling you closer. “What? Just putting all the options on the table!”

You huffed, but before you could respond, someone shoved a drinks into your hands. “Drink up, O’Connell!” some guy called, grinning at Billie. “And, uh— girlfriend?”

Billie rolled her eyes but took the drink. “You wish you could handle my girl,” she shot back, shoving the guy away, smirking as she turned to you. “C’mon, babe. Just one?”

You hesitated, eyeing the cup.

“Live a little,” Billie whispered teasingly, scrunching her nose and smirking, her fingers brushing against your waist.

You took a deep breath smirking a bit… and knocked back the shot.

The burn was immediate, spreading down your throat and warming your chest. You coughed a bit, eyes watering making you giggle, and Billie grinned. “Atta girl!”

One shot turned into two. Then three. And before Billie knew it, you were the life of the party.

She watched in pure disbelief as you laughed, your once-shy demeanor completely forgotten. You were dancing—actually dancing—and her heart swelled at the sight of you, all carefree and beautiful and hers.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my girlfriend?” Billie teased as she came up behind you, her hands finding your hips.

You turned to face her, your eyes bright and a little hazy. “You wanted me to have fun,” you giggled, your arms looping around her neck. “So I’m having fun.”

She chuckled, leaning in close. “Oh, you are something else, pretty girl.”

You smirked up at her. “Your pretty girl.”

Billie’s breath hitched. “God, I love when you say that,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

For the rest of the night, she didn’t let you out of her sight. Every time someone looked at you a little too long, she tightened her grip around your waist. Every time someone tried to flirt, she pulled you into a kiss. And when you laughed, your head thrown back, your eyes crinkling at the edges—she swore she had never been happier.

Because this? Seeing you happy, seeing you let go, even for just one night? It was everything she ever wanted.

As the party raged on, Billie tugged you into a quieter corner, tilting your chin up with her fingers. “You having fun, baby?”

You nodded, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “Mhm.”

She grinned. “Good. ‘Cause I think I might be a little obsessed with drunk you.”

You giggled. “Drunk me is fun.”

“Drunk you is so fun,” she agreed, pressing a kiss to your nose. “But I think it’s time I take my girl home before she ends up challenging someone to beer pong.”

You pouted. “But I bet I’d win!”

Billie laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, I know you would. But I’d rather get you home and take care of you.”

You hummed, wrapping your arms around her. “You’re so good to me.”

She softened, brushing her thumb over your cheek. “Of course I am, baby. You’re my girl.”

You smiled, leaning into her touch. “Your girl.”

Billie smirked. “Damn right.”

And with that, she bent down so you could hop onto her back, wrapping your arms around her neck and shoulders—because, really, what better way to end the night than carrying her very tipsy, very cute girlfriend home?

✨

Now, as Billie carried you out of the frat house and toward her car, you arms were slung lazily over her shoulders, keeping you close. You were still giggly, still warm from both the drinks and the buzz of the night, and Billie was eating it up.

“You, my love, were a menace tonight,” Billie teased, shooting you a sideways grin as she unlocked the car.

You blinked at her, your big, glassy doe eyes blinking slowly. “Me?” You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest dramatically. “A menace?”

Billie laughed, opening the passenger door for you. “Oh, absolutely. My shy little bookworm turned into a whole different person after those shots.” She watched as you plopped into the seat with a happy sigh, your head lolling against the headrest. “I’ve never seen you like that before.”

You giggled, adjusting your glasses as they started slipping down your nose. “Maybe ‘cause I never did shots before.”

Billie smirked, leaning down so her face was close to yours. “I think I kinda liked it. My baby all carefree, having fun…” Her fingers ghosted under your chin, tilting your face toward hers. “Looking as hot as she did tonight.”

Your face burned immediately, and suddenly, the confidence you’d had back at the party fizzled out. You shrank back slightly, covering your face with your hands. “S-Stop.”

Billie just grinned, laughing as she helped buckle you in. “Oh no, no, no. You don’t get to hide from me now, sweetheart.” She tapped your knee before shutting the door and jogging around to the driver’s side.

Once she started driving, the car ride was filled with your soft giggles and Billie’s affectionate teasing. At one point, your glasses slid crooked on your nose again, making Billie glance over and chuckle.

“Babe, your glasses,” she said, reaching over at a red light to gently straighten them.

You scrunched your nose. “Why do they keep doing that?”

Billie smirked. “Maybe ‘cause you had a few too many drinks and your giggling so much you keep knocking them around.”

You pouted. “I like my glasses.”

She softened, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. “I love your glasses, baby.” She tapped the frame lightly. “You know I can’t get enough of these big, pretty eyes.”

Your blush deepened, and Billie loved it.

“Okay,” she said, steering the conversation elsewhere as she drove. “Tell me the truth—did you actually have fun tonight? I know this wasn’t, like, your usual scene.”

You hummed, resting your cheek against the cool window. “I did. Like… a lot.” You looked over at her. “I’m really glad I went with you.”

Billie beamed, glancing at you briefly before turning back to the road. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You twirled a strand of your hair between your fingers. “I even… kinda liked my outfit.”

Billie gasped dramatically. “Stop. My little bookworm liked the sexy outfit?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“Never,” Billie said, but she was grinning. “I told you you’d look amazing.”

You sighed contentedly. “And I even liked my hair…”

Billie reached over, running her fingers gently through your styled waves. “Good. ‘Cause you looked like a supermodel, baby.”

You turned your head to hide your smile, but Billie saw it. And she loved it.

When you finally arrived home, Billie helped you inside, keeping her hands steady on your waist as you wobbled up the steps. You were still giggly, still buzzing from the night, and Billie was adoring it.

As soon as she shut the door behind you, you collapsed against her, wrapping your arms around her waist and clinging like a koala. Billie chuckled, rubbing your back.

“You’re so warm,” you mumbled into her neck.

She smirked. “That’s ‘cause you’re all over me, babe.”

“Mmm. I like being all over you.”

Billie’s heart swelled. She could definitely get used to this.

“Alright, sleepyhead,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But before bed, let’s get some food and water in you, yeah?”

You groaned dramatically, your grip tightening. “Nooo. Don’t wanna.”

Billie smirked before effortlessly scooping you up into her arms. You let out a surprised squeak, but it quickly turned into delighted giggles as you clung to her.

“Why are you so strong?” you marveled, blinking up at her dreamily.

Billie grinned, carrying you toward the kitchen. “‘Cause I gotta carry my pretty girl around when she gets all sleepy and clingy.”

Your face burned, but instead of pulling away like usual when flustered, you just whined and buried your face in her neck. “Not fair.”

Billie just laughed, setting you down on the counter before grabbing a water bottle and a snack for you.

“C’mon, baby, drink some water for me,” she cooed, twisting the cap off and holding it up to your lips.

You pouted but took a few sips, making Billie smile.

“Good girl,” she praised, making your face burn.

After some light coaxing, you nibbled on the snack she gave you, still kicking your feet playfully. Billie smirked.

“You’re so giggly tonight,” she mused, running a hand up your thigh. “I love it.”

You giggled again. “I love you.”

Billie’s smirk softened into something more affectionate. “I love you too, baby.” She tapped your knee. “Alright, let’s get you in pajamas.”

She led you to the bathroom, where she attempted to let you brush your teeth yourself—but you kept missing your mouth, more focused on looking at her on the mirror with those big, drunk, bambi eyes.

Billie melted.

“Oh my God,” she giggled. “Okay, I gotcha, baby.”

She carefully helped you brush your teeth, laughing as you scrunched your nose at the taste of mint. When you were done, you wiped your face clean and changed into a big, soft t-shirt and sleep shorts.

Once she finally got you into bed, you immediately latched onto her, nuzzling into her chest and curling up like a koala.

Billie laughed, wrapping her arms around you. “Oh, we’re cuddling immediately, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, sighing happily. “You’re so comfy. I love you.”

Billie smiled, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too, baby.”

As you drifted off, Billie just held you close, feeling completely and utterly smitten. She loved when you got all sleepy and snuggly with her. She loved that she got to take care of you, that you trusted her this much.

Yeah. She could do this forever.

[seokminfilm]

cutie 🧸 lee seokmin

🧸 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🧸 warnings, non-idol au, very short, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, seokmin calls reader lovie (new seokmin pet name unlocked??), skinship (face touching & hair playing), lots of kisses and giggles, whiny seokmin (the crowd cries and screams)

🧸 summary, if you had to make a list of the cutest things, your touch-starved, whiny boyfriend would be number one on that list.

🧸 author's note, missing seokmin hours are so bad right now so i need to write something 😭 hopefully this fic will ease me back into writing for seokmin cause I've been having writer's block for him lately and it's not fun 💔 praying that i can finally write dawn's seokmin college au fic this weekend!!

🧸 now playing, sherbet lobby (nicopatty, bxnji)

🧸 word count, 521 | for @kstrucknet

you find yourself lounging on the couch on a lazy saturday afternoon, home before your boyfriend as you wait for his arrival. he had gone to lunch with some of his college friends and was on his way home as he had just texted you about 15 minutes ago.

the sound of keys jingling the front door's lock pulls your attention away from your phone, and you smile as the door cracks open, revealing your brown-eyed boyfriend in the cutest sweater you think you've ever seen him wear.

"welcome home, seokkie." you smile softly, throwing your phone somewhere on the couch as you stand up, approaching your boyfriend.

"hi lovie," seokmin's usual sparkling eyes are slightly tired, and he makes his way over to you after dropping his leftover food on the countertop, body falling on top of you as his head lands in your lap. he's still upbeat, his smile beaming as you kiss his forehead, but he seems slower and ready to nap.

"how was lunch? you look sleepy," you tease, tapping the end of seokmin's sharp nose as he giggles. his smile lines appear when he chuckles, and you kiss the dimple on his cheek, fingers already combing through his hair as he sighs in pleasure.

"it was good, really yummy. i missed you so bad though─needed you so bad, lovie," seokmin mumbles, large hand on your bare thigh as he nuzzles his face into your legs. you giggle at his warm breath on your skin, hands still running through his styled hair.

"did you now?" you ask teasingly, and seokmin nods, a little whine escaping his lips as he kisses your bare thighs. giggling, you softly take seokmin's chin in your hand, turning him to look up at you as you trace his jawline.

seokmin's quickly falling into whatever slow spell you're putting on him, blinking becoming slower as he smiles up at you softly.

"you're such a cutie," you brush seokmin's bangs back from his face, and seokmin shakes his head, sighing as his warm cheek tickles your bare skin. his cheeks are slowly turning a light red, and even the tips of his ears perk up, shyness written all over his face as he giggles nervously, covering his face.

"stop, lovie." seokmin's low voice has a whine to it, and you're already on a teasing streak, unable to stop. your hands are all over seokmin's features, tracing his nose, eyebrows, and lips as if you're trying to memorize his beautiful features.

"sorry, minnie. i'll leave you alone," you nod, and seokmin shuts his eyes, peeking out of one a few seconds later as he clears his throat.

"you don't actually have to stop." seokmin mumbles, and you kiss his lips again, softly breathing against him as you pull away, a warm smile on your face as you continue to card your fingers through his dark hair.

"god, you're so, so cute, minnie. i don't know how you do it," you whisper, and seokmin chuckles lowly, finally falling quiet and letting you do your thing, treating him with care and affection the rest of the afternoon.

[aventurineswife]

Is it getting sent? Its not? Just trying in case. I sent the same thing twice because i thought it didnt send..my internet is just bad, anyways in case it wasnt sent, in case you want an idea, my idea is to knit a sweater to them while they are on a work trip and their reaction to that once they are back.

“Both your hands in the hole of my sweater” | Part 1

Summary: While your partner is away on a work trip, you, as their beloved partner, spent the time knitting them a sweater. Upon their return, they’re met with the surprise of a handmade gift.

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Sweet Gestures, Knitting, Work Trip, Homecoming, Surprise Gift, Cozy Moments, Light Romance.

A/N: DON'T WORRY ANON!! I GOT YOUR REQUEST AND IT HAPPENS SOMETIMES!😭 BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST, ITS SO CUTEE!! 🤭 HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!🫶 KEEP THEM COMING!! I LOVE WRITING AND READING ABOUT THEM🤭

Part 2, Part 3

Blade

When Blade returned, he found a neatly wrapped box on the table, a card with his name written in elegant strokes beside it. He stared at it for a while, the ordinary sight feeling so foreign in his chaos-filled world. Carefully, he picked up the card, reading your short, heartfelt note.

Inside, folded with care, was a dark sweater, thick and soft to the touch, the colors subtly resembling the night sky. His fingers brushed over the stitches, a strange warmth spreading through him as he realized you'd made this by hand, stitch by careful stitch.

Later, when you found him, he was wearing the sweater, silent but eyes warm. "You don’t… have to keep doing things like this." he murmured, almost unsure how to express the mix of comfort and gratitude he felt.

But you only smiled, reaching to fix the collar. "I want to." Blade looked down, hiding a small, softened smile. In that moment, something in him felt less fractured.

Sampo Koski

Sampo was a lot of things, but genuinely speechless wasn’t usually one of them. When he saw the sweater, though, his usual charm faltered for a moment.

“Ohhh, look at this!” He held it up, the color and style fitting his flair perfectly. “Did you really make this? Just for me? You sure you weren’t thinking of another guy?” he teased, winking, but there was an unusual warmth in his tone.

“Try it on, Sampo.” you insisted, playfully rolling your eyes.

He did, grinning widely as he adjusted it. "Well, look at me, all cozy and stylish! This is priceless! I’ll bet this sweater’s gonna get me some deals. And, hey, it even makes me look extra trustworthy!” He spun dramatically, though he couldn’t quite hide his flustered expression as he pulled you into a spontaneous hug. “Thanks, sunshine. Gotta admit, it feels nice knowing someone’s thinking of me.”

Gepard Landau

Gepard was more than surprised to find a package waiting for him when he returned from his post. Unwrapping it, he found a perfectly tailored sweater, every stitch immaculate and precise. He touched it, admiring the way the thick, warm material felt against his calloused hands.

When he saw you, he was already wearing it. “I… I can’t thank you enough for this,” he said, looking down slightly. "It must have taken you a long time."

“Not as long as you’re worth.” you said, smiling as he blushed.

He cleared his throat, his usually stoic face softening. “You know, we don’t… often have people who think of us like this,” he murmured, his voice a mix of appreciation and humility. “But I promise to keep this safe. And warm.”

Aventurine

Aventurine returned from his business trip a bit weary but still grinning. When he saw the sweater you’d left for him, he smirked, instantly recognizing the effort and thought that went into every fiber.

“Treasure, did you really make this for me? Oh, you’re a gambler with your time, aren’t you?” he teased, slipping the sweater on. He admired himself in the mirror, watching the way it fit just right, from the shoulders down to the sleeve length.

You watched as his fingers lightly traced the stitches. "Only for you.” you replied, enjoying his pleased expression.

He winked, slipping an arm around you. “I knew I made a winning investment choosing you.” With a chuckle, he whispered, “I’ll be showing off this masterpiece everywhere. It’s my lucky charm now.”

Sunday

Sunday returned home after the festival, exhausted yet tranquil. When he found the sweater waiting for him, neatly folded and smelling faintly of lavender, he was deeply touched. His fingers gently traced over the knitting, imagining you working on it alone, stitch by careful stitch.

When he finally slipped it on, he felt a warmth far beyond the wool’s soft embrace—a warmth he rarely felt, a moment of peace. "Thank you." he whispered, though he’d yet to see you.

Later, when you returned, he was still wearing it, his serene smile brighter than ever. "This… this is like a dream." he murmured, as if speaking to himself. He drew you close, his arms encircling you as he let himself feel a bit of reality’s warmth, away from the dream he often clung to.

[shy-writer-999]

Omg so for the Christmas event maybe an NSFW x reader fic with Crocodile where he gifts her a baby banana gator 🥺

yes!! here it is, a Crocodile + a cute baby gator present one-shot! sorry this took so long 😭😭🫶 it's a bit fluffly, too? i just felt kind of in a fluffy mood with this one, and i feel like he could be very sweet sometimes. ~1250 words!

CW: afab reader, G/N language! sex! a teeny bit of choking? (just a whiff...) dirty talk, making out. nsfw content, minors dni please!

Sir Crocodile's Christmas Present

You used to think that Sir Crocodile (‘Croc’, as you called him) wasn’t one for gifts or affection. He was hard to read sometimes—even after all the time you spent together, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You knew he was fond of you when he started using pet names, when he put his arm around you in bed, and placed kisses on your forehead. But this year’s Christmas solidified it for you.

His present to you was heart-meltingly sweet—a baby banana gator, your favorite type, and he even gave it a little sweater, too. You were taken aback. You knew he had a soft spot for you but this much of a soft spot?

“How can I ever say thank you enough?” You smiled and leaned up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips. That hard exterior of his seemed to crumble any time you were around.

After the brief kiss, his response was gruff and short. “You don’t need to.”

“But I want to,” you responded and went for another kiss. He placed his hands on your waist and leaned in, meeting your lips halfway.

When he pulled away from you, his voice was raspy and deep. “Then I’ll allow it. Just this once.”

Crocodile had an air of seriousness always, but whenever you were around he felt a bit... giddy, thanking his lucky stars that you, of all people, were the person who spent the most time with him.

He picked you up and carried you to your bed. Sitting down on it, he made you straddle him.

"I can't get enough of you," you murmured and he hummed in agreement, bringing his hands to your hips and squeezing tightly.

You wasted no time, starting to rub yourself on him ever so slightly. Crocodile tried to keep back a smile. While this wasn’t necessarily his goal when he gave you that sweet present, he certainly wasn’t going to say no to any attention you were going to give him. Your affection was his guilty pleasure.

Moments passed, and it felt like his hands were everywhere. They crept downwards to grab strong, rough handfuls of your thighs, hips, and ass; then they snuck under the hem of your shirt and up towards your chest.

Every grind of your hips was met with a quiet groan from the man underneath you.

“I can’t take this anymore,” he grunted, voice thick and strained. In one swift motion, Crocodile picked you up by the waist again and flipped you onto the bed. He was on top now, pulling off your clothes first and then his, getting ready to spoil you with the affection you so tenderly showed him.

First, he traced his lips across your collarbone, brushing them up your neck and back down again to trace soft patterns over your breasts. He was being gentle with you, treating you like you were precious (something he was very good at). His lips found one of your nipples and he sucked softly, running his tongue in circles, eliciting goosebumps across your skin and quiet gasps.

Resting on your waist, the metal of his hook was initially cold. It warmed up slowly from contact with your skin, and as he got more worked up, he pressed it into your side more, until it was almost painful.

You could see in his eyes that he was about to completely let go. It had been a while, too, so you knew he was extra pent up.

“I need you,” he groaned quietly, pulling you into a kiss as his hand snuck downwards to run his fingers softly along your aching core.

Crocodile spent some time caressing your folds, petting your sensitive spots until you were dripping wet and needy for him. When you looked at him eagerly, nodded, and whined softly, he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed inside of you slowly.

He was ridiculously big—you already knew that, of course, but every time he did this to you it felt like he was stretching you out, filling you up in the most delicious way.

As he rocked his hips slowly, his hair came down in little cascades, shifting as he moved back and forth. Each movement from him was met with sparks of euphoric pleasure, causing you to squirm just barely.

He picked up the pace, getting faster with each thrust.

“Fuck,” he grunted, rolling into you with increased desperation. “Take it, just like that. Feels so f-fucking good.”

Crocodile reached a hand under one of your thighs, pushing it up so he could get an even deeper angle. The strength with which he pressed into you was overwhelming—you could tell you were going to be sore after this. Very sore.

“Say it,” he gasped, furrowing his brows in concentration.

You knew immediately what he was referring to. One of the things that surprised you about him, when you first became intimate, was that he got off when you called him “Sir.”

He could remember (and often did remember, when he touched himself) the first time you addressed him so formally. “Sir Crocodile,” you had said, nodding politely and bowing slightly. The memory of that first encounter made his cock twitch. It was in that moment that he knew he had to make you his.

“Say it,” he demanded again, bringing his hook up to your throat and pressing lightly into the flesh of your neck. He didn’t have any intention of hurting you. But he knew you liked the thrill of the metal on your throat.

“Sir—” you moaned, reaching up for one of his arms and digging your nails into his biceps. “Fuck, Sir C-crocodile, faster.”

He obliged, and the new pace felt so good that you knew you were going to cum soon. If you had to tap out before he orgasmed, you knew he wouldn’t mind—he was just as partial to your lips wrapped around his shaft.

Crocodile could tell you were getting close by the way your eyes started to flutter and the way your grip around his arm got tighter.

“Taking it so good for me,” he groaned. He knew that the dirty talk, the praise, would send you over the edge. He wasn’t the most verbose with his praise or affection outside of the bedroom (he was actually a bit shy, much to your surprise), so it was very precious to you.

A well placed, deep moan right in your ear sent you careening into orgasm like he wanted. His eyes drank up the sight of your orgasm greedily and with self-satisfaction—he wasn’t too preoccupied with his own climax, too busy watching the way your chest rose and fall with each pant, the way that your eyes rolled, and your mouth hung open in a pretty O-shape.

When you were finished, Crocodile pulled you and laid next to you, completely satisfied.

You nuzzled up next to him and he put his arm around you, just like you adored. He looked particularly handsome—his hair was messed up and ruffled, his face was glowy with a thin sheen of sweat, and his cheeks were dusted with rosy blush. It was very becoming.

“So, what are you going to name it?” Crocodile broke the silence, and you looked up at him from where you were nestled in his arms.

“Hmmm. How about Baby Croc?”

He tsked and cocked his head. “You can’t be serious. Surely, there’s another option you can choose.”

“I guess I need to think it over some more. But in the meantime, what are we going to do?”

Crocodile rolled his eyes. You were predictable. Already itching to go for round two and you had barely rested for five minutes.

"If you insist." His tone was flat but you could see a sparkle in his eyes. He could be as stoic and seemingly aloof as he wanted, but you knew that deep down inside, he was so tickled and thankful to spend any time with you. It seemed like you really liked your Christmas present--mission accomplished.

ok now what are we naming the gator?? tysm for reading as always <3 and thank you sam @walmartmihawk for the request and patience 🫶🫶

[meowzfordayz]

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Author’s Note: short and sweet, and hopefully a lil funny too. 😆

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: could you write comfort for when Their S/o like absolutely hates speaking up for themselves, like someone could be walking all over them and they'd be like "Oh, its fine" bc conflict= worst enemy? I would like to request Muichiro (love him sm) and Sanemi if that's okay, and the rest you can decide (-if you want to add more.)

~faqs~

Mitsuri will be all over the situation (in a good way, ofc 😌)

“Baby, didn’t you want your drink hot?” —> she’s already staring daggers at the barista who made your drink 😒

“Hm?”

You do your best to conceal the pinch of your eyebrows, as well as the goosebumps raising on your arms 🥶

“I thought cold drinks made you cold, and you don’t like being cold?”

… “Hm?”

She’s not buying your nonchalance 🙃

“That’s it.” Uh oh. “I’m getting you your drink made right.”

😳🫣🫠

“Nonono, Mitsuri, it’s fiiine.” 😭

Arms crossed, her lips purse, eyes narrowed as you weakly grin and take a big sip 😄

“If you won’t let me get you another one, then at least wear my sweater?”

🤯 “Okay!” 🤭

So maybe she’s wearing a cropped tank top underneath — you’re only a mere mortal after all 

— #oops my thirst made an appearance 😅

Short girlfriend = scary girlfriend

And that’s a compliment 😎

Shinobu doesn’t need height, bulk, or a dick to defend you

Her scathing tongue and unnerving stare are plenty

Not to mention, she’ll go full Karen if need be, but the more eloquent, calculating, deceptively sweet version 😌

She can make anyone feel like a complete idiot in 2-3 sentences, give or take 

Which does include you, but you don’t argue too often 😅

Basically:

It’s highkey hot when she speaks up for you 🤭

But it may or may not make you cry when her sharpness is directed toward you 🥲

Fortunately, you in distress is also one of few things that immediately softens her — at least, when she’s the reason for it 🥺

Kyojuro always tries to solve your problems for you

Not bc he thinks you’re incapable, and not w/o your expressed consent/prior communication

But he just hates seeing you unhappy, uncomfortable, unsafe — really anything that isn’t grinning and laughing

He understands there’s a time and place for more difficult and painful emotions, but why on earth wouldn’t he go out of his way to ensure those times and places are as few and far between as possible????? 🤨

So, obvi, he more than willingly goes out of his way ☺️

“Do you want me to say something?” his quiet breath warms your ear, softening the frustration growing in your chest

“I dunno,” you sigh, gesturing hopelessly at the person who’d just cut you in line, “We’re all going to the same place anyway.”

“True,” he shrugs, “But that was quite rude and noticeable of them.”

“Do you want to say something?” you tease, elbowing his side with amused fondness

“Not if it discomforts you.”

“It wouldn’t discomfort me,” you mumble, cheeks darkening nonetheless, “You’re so cute.”

Albeit, you aren’t sure whether to feel proud or embarrassed when he somehow intimidates the person who cut you into leaving altogether 😅

On one hand, you know Sanemi has your back ☺️

On the other hand, you aren’t 100% positive that that’s a good thing 😬

“I swear, does that bitch even know I exist?!” 😤

… 🫣

“I bet she doesn’t! Otherwise she wouldn’t dare treat you like-” 😤

“And this is why she doesn’t know you exist.” 🥲

“Pardon?” 😐

“Sanemi, I love you, and I so appreciate how ready to go to war you are for me, but-”

“Ooh darling, you have no idea. Go to war? I will be the war for you.” 😤

“So sweet,” your eyes roll, “How about you just let me handle it?”

“And how are you handling it?” he scoffs, “With smiley face emojis?” 🙄

…

“You deserve kindness and honesty. Not her manipulative bitch shit.”

“I’ll block her.”

“You what?!” 😳

“Would that suffice?” 😅

“Actually… yeah.” Sanemi is very surprised. Gushing now, “I’m so fucking proud of you.” 🥰

It’s kind of alarming when Muichiro speaks up for you

Bc you get a faint taste of what he was like before he’d really opened up to love 😕

And that Tokito Muichiro is sharp and cold as steel w/ a -139% tolerance for bullshit

Impossible to impress 😬

But your Muichiro hugs you when you’re feeling low, rests his chin on your shoulder while you do your best to draft a stern, confident text msg to your asshole “friend”, and is more than happy to tell you what he would do were he in your shoes

… you usually ignore his advice 😅

Buuut sometimes he reaches over and hits SEND before you can stop him 🫠

“MUI! I was going to delete some of that!” 😭

“Nah, it’s great as is.” 😎

[pupyuj]

[cw: g!p yujin (nobody’s surprised), puppy hybrid!yujin, puppy kink (duh), breeding, masturbation, praise kink, anal, oral fixation, breeding kink]

look at these pics and tell me she isn’t the most puppy idol ever 🤨🤨 i am going back to half of my roots and writing about pup hybrid yuj to get a momentum going 🤩💕 and the other half the roots in question⁉️ look at my pfp. MAYBE WE’LL GET JOCK!YUJ AFTER??? WINK WONK 😍🥰❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

yujinnie being your helpless whelp of a roommate who turns out to be a pup who has conveniently gone into a rut when you got home ☺️☺️

the moment you entered your shared apartment and didn’t find yujin snacking on some cereal while binge-watching some random show on the tv, you knew something was up! it was rare for her to not be waiting for you when you happened to be away—you have grown close over the years after all, it was only natural for her to be so clingy towards you 🥺 even when you called out to her, she didn’t come running! you figured she must be in the shower, which was a shame considering you had bought her favourite food and intended to share it with her over wine and a 90s romcom movie 😣😣 and you even got matching sweaters for the two of you! no matter tho you were just going to leave that gift on her bed and invite her over to the dining table after she’s finished… until you figured out that she wasn’t in the shower at all 🫣

with her door being haphazardly half-open and yujin herself being so loud that you can hear her from on top of the stairs even though her room was at the end of the hallway… yeah, you didn’t have to guess what the fuck she was doing in there! 🤭 ugh as perverted it was, you couldn’t help but be curious! hell, it wasn’t everyday you see this side of yujin… so why not take advantage of it?! and so you peek through the small crack her door had offered and there your roommate was… grinding on her pillow so desperately with her puppy ears and tail—how cute!

wait a minute… ears and tail? unfortunately you didn’t have much time to process that no, your roommate did not stop by a sex toy shop to buy fake puppy ears and a tail butt plug and that she is an actual puppy bcs yujin could smell your scent from a mile away! 😭 her mind was just so clouded that she couldn’t stop herself before she got caught :(( yujin, looking at you so shocked but all of that was quickly replaced with lust bcs she needed your help‼️‼️ there was no time for explanation nor to feel ashamed or anything of the sort—she needed to breed. breed you, specifically.

and oh! she was so pitiful ☹️☹️ looking at you with teary eyes and the cutest pout ever while she pleads 🥺 “(y/n), p-please…! i need help. j-just this once, i p-promise…” aww… there was no way you could say no to that face! and she was so nice about it too, it was practically impossible to turn away! ugh seeing her tail wag as you approached her melted your heart… but you found yourself rather surprised to see a wet little spot on her short, as well as her rock-hard bulge poking out 🫣 yujinnie being so adorable with her red cheeks as she tries to hide the fact that she was so horny even just a little bit.. but then you climbed onto the bed and sat across from her, all the more ready to give her what she wants and there she sat, so desperate to just have you ride her already but yujinnie knew she had to be patient! bad pups get punished after all!

“let me see it, yuj-ah,” you said as you tugged on the waistband of her shorts, looking at yujin in such a way that had her folding and obeying you immediately 🥺🥺 yujinnie eagerly slipping out of her shorts and underwear, revealing her cock, already so wet with precum you could practically take her without any lube! and it didn’t look like she intended to use any precautions bcs she just pulls on your shirt and purses her lips at you 🥺 “hm?” ofc you’d act all clueless just to tease her 🤭🤭 you ignored yujinnie’s whining and just went ahead and took her cock in your hand,, and suddenly, yujin just opted to sit back and not rush into anything! ☺️

“i knew you were big but fuck… i can barely close my hand around this,” you said as you slowly jerked her off, eyes boring into yujin’s soul while the pup helplessly moans into the air. and is she… yup, she’s drooling‼️ “you must’ve wanted this a long time, huh? poor girl… you should’ve said something! i wouldn’t have taken so long to go home if you just told me you needed to use me…” grabbing her chin and wiping the drool off with your thumb only for you to shove it inside her mouth, and yujinnie eagerly sucked on it!! “you really are like a puppy, huh?” you’d asked all amused while yujin made a mess on your hand.. she really can’t help it! :((

oh she just looked so cute with her little puppy ears that you had to grab her face with both hands and kiss her! as much as yujin loved the way your lips taste, she has to cum inside you before she goes insane‼️‼️ her pulling you to her lap, squeezing your ass and whining as you grinded on her 🫣 what you didn’t expect was yujin laying you down and mounting over you, practically ripping your shorts and panties off 🤭 still though, yujinnie would still have the time to admire your cunt.. licking her lips and getting impossibly harder at the thought of breeding you full of her pups 🫣🫣 but then she gets the genius idea of grabbing your waist and turning you over.. not even giving you a heads up before she inserts her throbbing cock inside you… her moaning so loudly at how good it feels and how your tight hole completely sucked her cock in 😣

ugh god she was so big that it would take a while until she was completely inside you… feeling so full that you can barely comprehend what was happening but yujin helped with that!! her thrusts being so overwhelming—deep and fast—that you had to try and get her under control :(( from what you could see (which wasn’t a lot), yujinnie had completely let her lust take over that she was hurting you in more ways than one 😣 her nails deep enough in your hips to draw blood, her other hand pinning one of your wrists down on the mattress so you could barely move.. grip so tight you thought she was going to break you 😓 “slow.. slow down…! yujin—it hurts…!” and thank goodness she hears your pleas! ofc yujinnie does what you asked of her.. even leaning down to your ear and apologizing 🥺

now it was sweeter! ☺️ her thrusts were just as deep but they were slower.. a lot more gentle bcs ykw yujinnie wants you to feel good too! and she knew she was doing something right when you started meeting her thrusts.. “go on, yujin-ah.. faster.” ah, that’s what she was waiting for! yujin making sure that you feel every inch of her cock, thrusting as deep as she can.. your moans were music to her ears—she has to hear more!

“a-ah… ah! good… good dog,” your praises only encourage yujin to do better 🥺🥺 bcs all puppy girls want to be is be good to their owner 🫣 and aww, you’d find her hugging you and burying her face on the crook of your neck as she fucked you, finding it a bit overwhelming to feel so good… reaching behind and patting the back of her head, letting her know that she’ll be okay and that she’s doing so well! “mmh… y-you gonna cum inside me, puppy? hm?” all you heard for a response was a moan.. cute, but no good 🤭

grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging on it slightly, making her meet your eyes from the mirror she had across the bed, “words.”

yujin, terrified of messing up, of course nods eagerly. “y-yes! yes.. i’ll—fuck..!—i’ll cum inside you… i will..” that was the plan anyway 🫣💕

“of course you will. good girl.”

firm believer that puppy!yujin doesn’t simmer down so easily 🤭🤭 even when she has filled your hole full of her seed, she wouldn’t get enough! so expect to be spun around again, this time she’s fucking you while facing her… so she can see your pretty face while she abuses your cunt and fills you up again… yujin becoming sensitive everywhere while she’s in this state :(( you’d reach out and touch her tits while she’s above you and she’d whine so loudly :((( she’s so adorable trying to gain control over you but she was so in over her head that she melts every time you do anything, even though she was the one doing the fucking…

ah, and you’d definitely wake up to yujin laying on top of you, somehow sucking on your nipples as she slept peacefully with her puppy ears laying flat on her head so adorably… but she would definitely get hard as soon as she opens her eyes, all the more ready to be a good pup again 💓💓

[sugawhaaa]

SEONGHWA HEADCANONS

Christmas with Seonghwa would feel like...

Warnings//genre:: fluff, I think that's it...

Pairing:: seonghwa x fem!reader

A/N:: sorry this is really short 😭 I might add to it here and there and you guys can comment your ideas too!! I just find with this christmas series is that I repeat myself a lot, like I feel like a lot of these idols would have similar ideal Christmases

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♡-Seonghwa is a cozy Christmas lover. To him, Christmas is all about the homey decorations, presents under the tree, and cuddling with some hot cocoa and Christmas blankets. It's all about the experience of Christmas.

♡-hwa loves to dance with you around the tree or on the sidewalk in the street. He likes taking you to Christmas markets, festivals, and parades, just really basking in the festivities with you.

♡-decorating the Christmas tree on December 1st with festive music and warm lights throughout the house. He loves to make popcorn, hot chocolate and est candy canes during the decorating.

♡-the decorations are all strategically placed to give the best view for the eyes.

♡-Christmas crafts and baking with him 🥺 he would specifically love it if you got him a Christmas Lego set and he would build it with you every year to put on display.

♡-he'd do a lot of cheesy romance things like write your names together in the snow with a heart around it.

♡-he loves it when you use him like a human furnace. Cuddles during the winter is the specialist thing to him, like the two of you are the only warmth needed for survive the winter.

♡-I think Seonghwa would lowkey spoil you with gifts but not expect much in return, he's pretty chill with what he has and though it is the thought that really counts, he has so much money that he has everything he wants.

♡-some gifts he would think of for you is of course things around your general interests like shows you like, books you read and so on. He'd get you an album that you've been wanting or the newest one they've made if you don't have it. Also he'd make you open it in front of him praying that you pull his pcs. Hwa would gift you a lot of cute things too, something like a taba squishy or that type of "kawaii" products. Of course skin care>>> no makeup though, unless you specify exactly what you want. And since he's a sappy baby he'd write you a letter or poem to fully express himself. He would read it out, his hands trembling softly but the sincerity in his eyes shows his hidden trust.

♡-ginger bread house is a must. Though he'd love a Lego one something is so special about making a gingerbread house together. He'd get one of those classic kits to make with you.

♡-matching ugly Christmas sweaters...that's it.

♡-cringy Christmas photos together, like those full body ones you take by the Christmas tree with your family on Christmas day 😭

♡-loves to sing your favorite christmas songs for you 🥺 even if they were ones he's never heard of he'd learn it and have a christmas karaoke night with you just to show off what he's learn to you

[hyunjuenthusiast]

can you write a headcanon about y/n and hyunju living together or maybe hyun ju finding y/n secretly crying about her insecurities, thank u~~

Yayayyayay of course! I'm just gonna combine both of these! Thank you anon!

- Since Hyun-ju won the games, (she will NOT die in s3, I refuse) she bought her small house that she's always dreamed of.

- She loves nature, so I can imagine she'd want to live somewhere like the gif above with her significant other. Where they both can garden and take walks in the forest kinda like....

-I headcannon that she was def on a walk when the recruiter found her, she wanted to be one with nature! Anyway...

-Once you and her start living together, she's so attentive 😩 she'll make sure everything is to your liking, you don't fuck with the wallpaper?! Tare it down and pick out something you like! She just wants you to feel at home in your shared space!

- One of her love languages is acts of service, so she'll mostly do all the chores and cooking, if you happen to get to it before her she feels guilty. So she makes it up to you, either by spending time with you (more than she already does) or giving you a massage.

- Yalls closet is PACKED😭 And you share clothes! Her favorite thing to ware is a pastel purple sweater (I will DIE on this hill. She has a favorite pastel purple sweater!) And she likes skirts, but sometimes doesn't feel comfortable to ware them outside of your house.

- You guys have a whole ass bedtime routine! Skincare, baths, face masks, hair masks, hair curlers, and matching pajamas. Her toothbrush is the Pink one and yours is the white!

- CUDDLES! She can't sleep without touching you in some way! Spooning is good yes, but she prefers when you sleep ON her, like a weighted blanket.

- Shes always up first. Being in the military gave her a strict sense of schedule, and she's a morning person...unlike you. She's up most of the time before the sun. She'll watch you sleep for a while before she brushes her teeth and head down to the kitchen to make tea. Yes tea. Not coffee. Tea.

- She loves the way you look when you wake up, so messy, so cute! But she hates when you refuse to let her kiss you when you have morning breath, she dgaf! She just loves kissing you :(

- Hyun-ju knows all of your favorite recipes, and she cooks them pretty regularly, she likes her sweet S/O to be well fed and happy. Her favorite thing to eat is Kimchi Stu, it's always been a staple (and she really grew a taste for it after the games when they all had dinner with Geum-ja)

-One night, after she finished the dishes from making a delicious butter chicken recipe, she heads upstairs to your shared room. Apparently quiet enough that you didn't hear her come in. She immediately softens as she sees that your laying on her side of the bed, crying.

- you practically jump out of your skin as she spoons you from behind, and you quickly wipe your tears. "What's wrong, sweetness?" Shed ask softly, gently sliding your hair away from your beck so she can place kisses there. If you say it's nothing she's softly talk you through it, asking about the day and if she did anything wrong.

- if you feel comfortable enough to talk about it....she's melting inside. You trust her enough to be vulnerable?! Marry her?! But the second you say something bad about yourself, she cuts that shit SHORT. No one will insult her baby, not even yourself.

- if it's an insecurity about your weight, bitch she's worshiping your body the whole night cause excuse tf outta her?! She knows she must have misheard you. Your body is perfect to her. You're her goddess. And she'll show you.

-(I KNOW for a fact that she is the best pussy eater idgaf.)

- if it's a different insecurity, like your height, or looks or even acne, she guides you to the mirror and explains all the reasons why you're wrong. Softly of course.

- She's just basically to good to be true, such a green flag. Love her.

I can definitely do some nsfw headcannons if yall want, just lmk!!

[michiviv]

comfortember, prompt: sweater weather

synopsis: katsuki has his own tradition with you.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

warning: reader has a little sibling (mentioned), reader and katsuki are married, katsuki towers over the reader, reader is referred to as wife

notes: i hate this one ughh, it’s cute though 🥹🥹but it’s also so short 😭

word count: 581

before you katsuki hated traditions. he refused to partake in them with his family. Mitsuki wants to go to a pumpkin patch? you best believe he would rather stay home and do chores than do such corny and cheesy things.

now, when the two of you started dating, he didn't think this would be any different. he’ll let you do your own thing while he does his… but how could he say no to you? you were so cute, so reluctantly… he agreed.

he agreed to do matching costumes with you for Halloween and hell, he even went trick-or-treating with your little sibling. He agreed to go to the pumpkin patch with you, his lover. he went apple picking, carved jack-o-lanterns, and went to the corn maze with his group of friends for the first time.

it wasn’t just fall traditions too, he started celebrating Valentine's Day, started having movie nights with you, and went to the music festival with you. any tradition you wanted to create with him he would be more than happy to have with you.

eventually, he felt the need to create his own unnamed tradition. something that didn't come from you and solely from him. which is how he began to make any excuse to give you his sweater when the weather cooled..

he's made sure to do this since your second year dating even to now when you're three years married.

“oi,” he starts, sauntering over to you. the sweater he wore barely concealing his muscles. “’yer not appropriately dressed for this weather.”

you look up from the pumpkins you were currently inspecting and raised an eyebrow at him. you have noticed how during October and November he always tries to give you his sweater. not that you’d ever complain about that. you get to show the world that you’re wearing your husband’s sweater, it smells like him and you get to watch his muscles flex as he undresses. it seems like a win all around.

“how am i not appropriately dressed, katsuki?” you asked chuckling softly, standing up to “meet his height”, but your darn husband towered over you. practically craning your neck to look up at him.

“you have no sweater,” he said rather smugly, crossing his arms with a smirk, “you can catch a cold.”

“i think ill be alright, babe. i have long sleeves and it’s not that—“

“the weather is cooling. you don’t know if the weather can drop,” he argued, uncrossing his arms as he began to take off his sweater. careful to not flip it inside out before handing— no, forcing it into your hands. “i don’t want my beloved wife to get sick.”

you gave katsuki a look, raising your brow at him. “and what if my husband got sick instead, hm? what is japan going to do without their best hero?” you asked, heeding his request however and putting on his sweater.

his sweater completely enveloped you, his musky scent immediately enveloping your senses. it was nice, he smelled faintly like caramel, burnt caramel, but caramel nonetheless.

“they’ll have to survive; my wife is more important.” he replied smugly, crossing his arms.

“you’re so lame, katsuki. i don’t think your sidekick will like that” you laughed,

“he can survive a week.”

rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to one of the pumpkins in front of you, “what do you think about this pumpkin?”

“it’s too small, i want our pumpkin to be terryfing this year.”