#and he’s too cute for you to even be properly mad at

[when-wulf]

People compare Gale to a puppy dog because of his sweet personality and big sad eyes and not for the true reason which is that if you don’t provide him with enough attention and mental stimulation he will become incredibly destructive.

[jungwnies]

f1 grid | serving yourself less (tiktok trend)

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : serving your formula one boyfriend more than you serve yourself

୨ৎ : genre : comedy - tiktok trend ୨ৎ : word count : 1547

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i got a final exam tmrw and i already know im beyond cooked

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

immediately looks at your plate, then at his, then back at yours.

“that’s it?”

scoops food onto your plate without asking. “you didn’t see me doing that.”

mutters under his breath the whole time: “ridiculous. you think i’m gonna eat all this while you nibble on two leaves?”

makes you sit down while he fixes you a proper plate.

“you’ll thank me later when you’re not starving in two hours.”

yuki tsunoda

jaw drops. full betrayal.

“why is your plate sad? do you hate food?”

takes food off his plate and puts it on yours like he’s rescuing it.

“you need to eat or u will be grumpy. and you know what happens when you're grumpy.”

glares at your plate for the rest of the meal to make sure you don’t sneak food back.

will literally feed you if he has to.

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

stares at your plate like you’ve just insulted everything he stands for.

“darling... that’s not a meal. that’s a sad sample.”

immediately puts his fork down. “what’s going on? why are you eating like a bird?”

gives you a speech about nutrients. you don’t even make it five minutes in before he’s switching your plate with his.

“eat. i’ll make us smoothies after. with oats. and peanut butter.”

glares at anyone else at the table who doesn’t say anything.

kimi antonelli

freezes mid-bite and just blinks at your plate.

“...wait, is that all you’re eating?”

awkwardly tries not to panic but can’t stop glancing at your food.

“you want some of mine?” pushes his whole plate toward you like a puppy offering a toy.

you say you’re not hungry and he goes quiet.

five minutes later: “okay but… what if i just gave you half of everything i have?”

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

eyebrows instantly scrunch together.

“bébé… where’s the rest?”

literally keeps waiting for you to go back for more.

when you don’t, he starts panicking gently: “is this about something? are you okay? are you mad at me?”

puts things from his plate on yours like it’s no big deal.

whispers “please eat, i hate when you don’t” like you just told him you’re leaving forever.

kisses your temple and goes “merci” when you take a bite.

lewis hamilton

side-eyes your plate with a little smirk.

“you planning to go back for seconds… or is that a cry for help?”

smooth as hell while sliding his fork over to your plate, spearing some of his food, and holding it to your mouth.

“open up, baby. i know you're hungry.”

if you say you’re not, he tilts his head and gives you the look.

“don’t make me get up and fix you a real plate. because i will.”

makes you finish at least half of his meal too, while rubbing your back the whole time.

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

stares at your plate. then stares at you.

“what’s that?”

full dramatic gasp. clutches chest. “you’re joking. that’s the appetizer, right? where’s the rest?”

scoots your plate next to his and starts transferring food over like it’s a formula one pit stop.

“you’re not doing this ‘cute portions’ thing again. eat properly or i’ll call your mum.”

makes airplane noises while feeding you a bite just to be annoying.

you try to glare but you’re laughing too hard to stop him.

oscar piastri

doesn’t say anything at first, just silently eyes your plate… then yours again.

“that’s... all?”

furrows his brows slightly. “is something wrong? are you okay?”

super calm but will not let this slide. adds food to your plate like he’s just “helping,” not completely panicking inside.

casually: “you can finish mine too if you want.”

when you finally take a real bite, he visibly relaxes and says, “thank you” like you just took your meds.

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

pretends not to notice at first.

then eyes your plate like it's personally disrespecting him.

“you’re kidding. right? that’s not dinner. that’s—snack behavior.”

takes your plate, loads it up himself, and hands it back without a word.

“eat,” he says, deadpan.

if you protest, he hits you with the eyebrow raise and mutters something in Spanish under his breath like “mi vida está loca.”

cuts your food into pieces and says “better” while sipping his wine like the crisis has been handled.

lance stroll

instantly frowns when he sees your plate.

“hey… where’s the rest?”

full concerned rich boy mode: “did the chef mess something up? do you want me to order something else?”

scoots closer and starts offering bites of his meal.

“you want a bite? actually—here, have all of it.”

if you take even a few bites, he goes, “that’s my girl” and kisses your forehead like you just saved his life.

100% sneaks extra dessert onto your plate later. plays innocent when you call him out.

ʚ・williams

alex albon

dramatic gasp. like cartoon-level gasp.

“okay, what is that? no really, explain. is that a bite? a sample? a decoration?”

“i’m calling your mom. i’m calling your best friend. we’re staging an intervention.”

takes your plate and starts adding food while lecturing you.

“you’re hot and smart but your portion control is a war crime.”

kisses your temple like he didn’t just drag you and says, “eat up, pretty girl.”

continues feeding you from his plate like a clingy golden retriever boyfriend.

carlos sainz

freezes when he sees your plate. stares at it. stares at you.

“is that all you’re eating?”

you shrug. he sighs and sets down his fork. full concerned boyfriend mode.

“mi amor, that’s not enough. seriously.”

pushes his plate toward you and waits until you take a bite. then goes soft.

“tienes que comer bien, cariño.” (you have to eat well, darling.)

“te necesito fuerte y feliz, no con hambre.” (i need you strong and happy, not hungry.)

spoons extra food onto your plate every time you’re not looking. smiles like he’s done nothing.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

gasps like you just insulted his entire bloodline.

“wait wait wait. THAT’S your plate? you’re kidding.”

points at it dramatically. “someone get the girl a real meal!”

piles food on your plate himself while mumbling, “she thinks that’s gonna get her through the day? she’s insane. adorable. but insane.”

offers to feed you personally if it means you’ll eat more.

“open up. no, seriously. i’m not letting you leave this table hungry.”

won’t let it go for a week. “remember when you tried to survive on three leaves and half a tomato?”

esteban ocon

doesn’t say anything right away. just side-eyes your plate with increasing concern.

“is that enough? are you sure? you’re sure?”

when you insist it’s fine, he just sighs and very gently starts moving food from his plate to yours like it’s a covert operation.

“just in case you get hungry later,” he says softly.

watches you eat like a hawk. when you finish, he smiles like it’s a personal win.

mutters to himself in French the entire time — something suspiciously close to, “elle va me rendre fou.” (she’s going to drive me crazy.)

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

does a double take. then slowly turns to you.

“so you hate food now? or is this performance art?”

chuckles but immediately adds more food to your plate. “this feels illegal.”

makes jokes the entire meal, “you need a magnifying glass to see that portion.”

but side-eyes you so hard every time you put your fork down.

halfway through, scoots his plate between you both. “just share mine. easier.”

whispers “you’re actually feral for that” in your ear, but kisses your cheek while handing you a bite.

isack hadjar

absolutely scandalized.

“quoi?! that’s not dinner. that’s—what is that!”

full-on offended. places a hand on his heart like you’ve betrayed his entire French culinary heritage.

literally gets up and remakes your plate. “you eat what i give you. this is criminal.”

gives you a “look” every time you try to protest. you know the one.

softens immediately when you take a real bite. “bon. merci, mon cœur.”

kisses your head like a reward and mutters, “don’t scare me like that again.”

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

immediately dramatic. like, eyebrows raised, jaw dropped, wine glass in hand.

“you trying to break my heart? because that’s what this is.”

pokes at your plate with his fork. “this is… decorative. c’est rien.”

slides his plate next to yours and starts serving you from it.

“eat, mon ange. i need you strong enough to carry this relationship.”

flirts relentlessly until you give in.

“you’ll eat for me, right? be my good girl?”

smirks like he just won the Monaco GP when you take a real bite.

jack doohan

doesn’t say much. just blinks at your plate.

“is that enough?”

you say yes. he nods.

five minutes later he’s quietly refilling your plate like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“i just thought you might want more.”

casually puts a piece of his food on your fork and waits.

won’t push you, but his quiet worry is palpable.

kisses your temple when you finish and mumbles, “thank you,” like you saved his appetite.

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

raises an eyebrow. says nothing for a full thirty seconds.

“...that’s it?”

sips his drink, pretending not to care. he cares so deeply it’s physically hurting him.

eventually breaks. sighs and says, “give me your plate.”

doesn’t ask — just starts adding food to it.

“you’ll thank me when you’re not lightheaded later.”

kisses your forehead once and mutters something like, “don’t do that again, yeah?”

gabriel bortoleto

visibly stressed.

“babe? love? angel? why is your plate empty?”

starts rapid-fire listing all the food options: “do you want rice? bread? i can go get something else—”

won’t start eating until you’ve got a full plate.

watches you take every bite like he’s tracking your hydration levels too.

ends the night making you tea and saying “you scared me,” while cuddling you for the next three hours.

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[fleuryns]

交 : STEALING THEIR CLOTHES . . THEY LOVE HOW CUTE YOU LOOK IN THEIR STUFF

엔하이픈 & 𝑓!r . . 82O reaction ꪆৎ fluff established relationship pet names physical intimacy — ARCHiVE

fawnie : quite proud of this one ngl . . . again, posting the requests after at least one written work

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HEESEUNG a playful smirk tugs at the corner of heeseung's mouth as he catches you standing in front of his closet, seemingly deep in thought. “what are you doing?” he asks eventually, tone teasing, stepping in the room. “i'm cold” you say simply, not even looking up at him and pulling a hoodie past your head. when it gets stuck, he's in front of you immediately, helping you put it on properly and even smoothing it out for you with a small smile that truly shows how deep in love he is. “you could have just said so” he grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you know i would give you the moon, darling”

JAY he turns to you when you enter the kitchen during a lazy morning, and his smile grows wider as he sees you're wearing his shirt again. “good morning, princess, you comfy?” he chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as you hug him. you reply with a quiet hum, still groggy from sleep, and it tugs at his heartstrings even more. “yeah, i bet my shirt is the comfiest” he says softly, and he presses his lips against your forehead while rubbing your back soothingly. “you should just keep it at this point” he looks down at your half asleep face, and a fond laugh escapes his lips when his words seem to wake you up instantly.

JAKE whatever hoodie jake is wearing, it will always end up on you by the end of your hang outs. he still doesn't know if you do it on purpose or if you're just forgetful, but he would rather lend you whatever he's wearing and freeze every time, if that meant keeping you warm and happy. you don't even have to ask anymore, you shiver a little and he hurriedly takes his hoodie off and hands it to you with an expectant smile. he checks you out after you put it on, his grin widening to the max as compliments start flowing from his mouth. “you are the cutest ever, my love” he muses, hugging you tight.

SUNGHOON sunghoon hates when people steal his clothes, but he could never get annoyed at you for doing that, you're just too adorable. it's one of your privileges, and you know that. every time he sees you wrapped in his hoodie, the length almost making it seem like a mini dress and the sleeves reaching way past your hands, his heart melts a little. “you look so cute, baby” he says while cupping your cheeks with his hands, unable to hold in the lovesick grin that spreads across his face. “you're not mad?” you giggle, knowing full well that he would let you raid his whole closet without batting an eye. “no, it looks way better on you anyway”.

SUNOO you will never go unnoticed when trying to sneakily wear sunoo's clothes in front of him. he blinks twice, looking at you suspiciously as soon as you step foot in his line of vision. “hey, is that my jacket?” he raises an eyebrow, the bright smile on his lips betraying his thoughts. “i was looking for it the other day, when did you take it?” he whines, but his hands already move to fix it for you absentmindedly. you just shrug, a hint of mischievous little smile on your lips. he sighs and shakes his head, how could he ever deny you when you look this cute? “fine, you can have it, but only because it's you.”

JUNGWON “baby, did you see my-” he stops mid sentence, freezing at the threshold of the living room as he sees you dozed off on the couch, wearing the exact shirt he's been looking for. he approaches you quietly, mindful not to wake you, but he just can't resist climbing near your spot on the cushions. he lays next to you, and you wake up a little just to nuzzle against him instinctively. “you like my shirt?” he asks in a whisper, already smiling down lovingly at you. “it's cozy” you murmur, and he just accepts it with a hum, resorting to comb his finger through your hair and kissing your head, lulling you back to sleep.

NI-KI his head whips towards you when he sees you walking around the apartment with his big shirt hugging your more petite frame. his mind short circuits, and he tries to act normal at first. “where did you get that?” he asks casually, hanging his arm over the couch's backrest. “your room!” you respond cheerfully, proud of the new achievement. he gets up and wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind and pressing his face to the top of your head. “will i ever get it back?” he tries, but he immediately gets stopped by your puppy eyes sparkling back at him. “fine” he grunts, but with no real disappointment “who am i to say no to you?”

[dollyichi]

JUST SHUT UP!

kirishima eijirou always talks you through it. maybe a bit too much. ᯓ★ 1.8k words. m—dni. f ! reader / established relationship / f!ngering / unprotected (don’t be like them!) / reader’s very impatient and a little mean / sappy in one bit / not proofread

eijirou who’s doing his best to ignore his own cock that’s all twitchy and needy. already leaking with so much pre his cute red boxers had a big damp spot that you unfortunately couldn’t see. you’re laying on your chest with your ass up for him. face buried into the pillows as you bite into the cushion every time his fingers teased your hole.

however, he’s so fucking talkative it’s pissing you off. “baby you touched yourself lots didn’t ya?” he says with a huff, angling his fingers to that sweet spot you like so much. you groan into the pillow, grasping on the sheets. “you’re so wet and soft you don’t even realize i have three fingers in.”

“h-hahh! kiri just put i-it in… f-fuck-” you’re so sure your mouth is covered in your own spit from how long he’s kept you in that position. kneading your ass with one hand, fucking your pussy with the other. his fingers always felt better than your own and anything you use on it but it’s never enough when he can just fuck you with his dick.

“you mad at me baby? you don’t call me kiri remember?”

wasting so much time, unnecessary riling you up when you’ve been ‘so good’ for him preparing yourself so he could just jump you when he came over but no, he’s taking his sweet, sweet time prepping and fingering you as he pleased.

“don’t bite the pillow baby, i wanna hear you.” it’s so condescending almost. leaning over, whispering in your ear while his fingers continue to reach further and further. “come on, tell me how much you like it, wanna hear you some more.” this was probably the third time he’s ever fucked you ever since you’ve been together. the first time was nice, the second time was even better. a week has gone by and he was just so occupied that you made yourself busy.

you’re sick of doing it all alone and even when you mewl and whine, telling him whatever he’s doing ‘isn’t necessary anymore’ he refuses and tells you “awe hold on a little more i gotta do this for you baby~ just wanna take care of you.” and you huff and squeal, hiding your face away because you’ve really had enough. “searched up on it so i can make you feel even better.”

you really wonder how he gathered so much confidence in just a week when the past two encounters were him acting all shy. but then again, he could say the same for you. suddenly pulling him in a kiss and turning around so he could finally hold and touch you… though less holding as you wished.

he’s touched you so much you’re more sensitive than ever. you’ve lost all strength in your hands while you knees start to shake. “fuck baby your pussy’s so naughty. even louder than that pretty mouth of yours.” you don’t even know if your eyes are rolling back cause you’re so overwhelmed or frustrated. “you’re taking s’damn long eiji…” you croaked out, trying to lower your hips so you could turn around but he gets grip on you.

“hah… wanna fuck you so bad.” you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers to get some type of release. “wanna do it like this baby? or you wanna see your boyfriend make a mess of you?”

“wan-want to see you… eiji… p-please?” you ask with tearful eyes, looking back at him while your mouth quivers. he immediately gives in when he sees the drool at the corner of your lips. he pulls out his fingers and it’s still so slow.

he turns you around with ease, laying you down properly. kissing you all over your face, moving your hair out of the way. “i’m sorry baby i teased you too much didn’t i?”

you click your tongue, “you’re a d-dummy.” he chuckles, bringing his hand to your face that’s covered in slick. “you looked so good i wanna eat you out.”

“i’ll kill you if you make me wait again.” you sneer.

he takes his cock out of his boxers, teasing them in between your folds while he sucked on his fingers. “hahh baby you taste so good.”

“bet you’re just gonna gush around my cock when i finally put it in.” you wished he just shut up. “look how easy my cocks gliding through, so damn wet.” god you really wanted to shut him up.

so you swat his hand away from his own cock, lining him up yourself and pushing slightly, already engulfing his tip inside. he’s already moaning when he gets the feel of your walls clamping around him. “n-no baby~ i didn’t get to put a condom!”

you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and he had no choice but to move. his inches getting further and further up inside. breathy moans escaped his lips cause you’re still so tight even when he fingered you longer this time.

when he’s fully in a whimper escape his lips. ducking his head at the side of your neck, staying still for just a little while because he was sure he was gonna cum right there. “s-shit… your pretty little cunt’s just so good for me baby. s’too good for me.” your wrap your hands around him. a hand rubbing the back of head. it was sweet, as if you were the one comforting him. but you never recalled caring even a little bit.

you move by yourself, bucking your hips upwards, making sure you feel all of him. “s-s’big eiji~” he hisses when he’s balls deep in. and you’re moaning so sweetly whenever his tip hit that extra special spot that only his cock can reach.

“hnghh no baby don’t move y-yet~ just wait a little bit-“ as if you were gonna listen to him like he refused you earlier. your grip on his is just so deliciously tight he’s really gathering whatever strength he has in his head to not cum. definitely not manly when his lover doesn’t cum first.

“please s-stop baby i’ll move okay? we’ll p-pace it out together.” and you don’t listen. again pathetically rutting up against him. but he stops you just in time with his hands on your hips. pushing it down while he tries to distract himself by the wallpaper you have in your room.

you groan in his ear, whispering how much you needed him. complaining about how much he teased you, how he’s wasting so much time. “eiji just fuck me.” god even your voice alone’s gonna make him cum.

eijirou takes a breath through his nose, proceeds to leave kisses at the sides of your head as he finally thrusts.

in and out, in and out. you’re already scratching at the skin of his back. “h-ahh you love this baby? w-when i- when i f-fuck you like this?”

you hum, knowing your voice would break if you even muster up a sentence. your eyes flutter when he angled his hips. he’s just so deep inside. “could do this forever you know? fucking into your pussy.”

“pretty baby say my name so i can fuck you e-even harder.” he grunts. breathy and short while he’s busying his mind. it was a week for him you know? a week without you—he didn’t think he’d be this reactive to you. “e-eiji~” it’s so adorable to think how you were acting all mean earlier. “mhm baby. gonna fuck you so well to make up for lost time.”

eijirou’s jaw clenches with every thrust, building up the momentum, hips rolling against your that has you weaker and weaker. the sounds of your sex all wet and gushing around the room while the creaks of the bed echoed. you were sure of it that if any of your next-door neighbors were at home they’d hear you both fucking like rabbits. he’s fucking into you so hard you’re almost worried that the headboard would snap in half.

“i love you so much baby.” he’s so damn cute. you couldn’t help but sniffle on his shoulder. burying your face at the crook of his neck while he continued to exclaim his affection.

you admit, your impatience was just a facade under all that sadness you built up over the week. one message a day, no calls, an empty bed space, a lonely dinner—you’ve missed him so much. touching yourself was even worse because all you could see when you close your eyes is your lover talking to you. finally in such a warm embrace you’re hearing him. but in your defense, he just talks to much (you don’t hate it though!)

just a few more thrusts you knew the tight knot in your tummy’s going to snap any second. the more frantic you’re grasping onto him the easier he knew just how close you were. “tell me how it feels baby~”

“i love it!” was all that got out of you. repeatedly in between soft screams and whines. sobbing underneath him while you’re waiting for your release. “th-think i’m gonna cum too baby.”

“k-kiss… together…” he smiles, cupping your face to kiss you. smashing your lips against each other.

hips start to stagger. thrusts getting sloppier, sounds getting wetter. you’re both moaning on each other’s tongues that you had to pull away, “hnnghh! cumming! eiji!”

“i’m here baby, i’m here, let it all out. cum for me- cum for me baby.” and it hits you, crying out while you pull him onto your chest, walls gushing and twitching around him who’s fucking you through your orgasm. “you’re so perfect fuck.” his breath hitches when you clench around him again. your eyes continued to flutter, still in your own high.

“just a little more okay?” you whimper, this time no longer able to respond verbally. letting him use you despite how much it’s overwhelming you, how you could feel your slick and his tip hitting with his every movement, how his skin turned sticky against your because of the sweat.

kirishima rolls his hips a little more before pulling out swiftly. pulling you in a kiss while he jerked himself off, “gonna- g-gonna cum baby.”

you’re getting all worked up again seeing him desperately jerking himself off. “you’re so sexy eiji.” was the last thing he heard before his cock squirting pretty thick white lines of his cum on your tummy.

he plops down beside you and you play with the cum on you, slowly scooping them up with two fingers, sucking them off on your mouth and eijirou watches you with a gulp.

teasingly you tell him, “awe eiji~ you taste so good.” returning the ‘favor’ from earlier. he’s put himself in a trap, all out in the open like this. you just had no choice but to eat him all up again, this time with his mouth shut.

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note : ohmygod writing this was like... i was in a trance. pls do not mind the minor mistakes it's like just typing one word after the other i just wanted to let this out!!!!! anyways i miss him so much actually can we please talk about him more >< also tried a gray theme for this one lmk if it’s nice ><

[enhaflixer]

reaction: when they’re pissed off (in a cute way) with you on Valentine’s Day

cw: skinship, upset enha, kissing, explicit mentions wc: 1.7K TL: @naurwayyyyy @ziiao @somuchdard AN: LMAO REPOST CUZ ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE LAST ONE

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

"I’m not mad."

Heeseung has said this at least seven times now.

And yet, he hasn’t looked at you properly all evening, has been scrolling aggressively on his phone, and is eating his food like it personally offended him.

"Baby, you sure about that?" you ask, watching him.

"Yep."

"Then why are you stabbing your steak like it’s my fault?"

"I always eat like this." He shrugs, looking down at his plate with a blank expression, before adding, "Totally normal. No problems here."

You roll your eyes. "Okay, then why have you barely spoken to me?"

"I’m just thinking," he says vaguely, taking a sip of his drink like he’s in a drama about betrayal.

You squint at him. "Hee. Just say it."

Heeseung finally exhales, setting his fork down. "Fine. I just think it’s interesting that I planned this entire Valentine’s surprise, wrote you a whole letter, and took you out to this fancy place—but you didn’t write me anything."

You pause. "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." He takes another dramatic sip.

You reach for his hand. "Baby, I can write you a letter right now—"

"Nope. Too late. The damage has been done." He leans back, closing his eyes like he’s processing deep betrayal.

You laugh, sliding into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Will a thousand kisses make up for it?"

He pretends to think about it. "Hmmm… I guess I can be persuaded."

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

Jay had a vision. A Pinterest-worthy, cinematic romance kind of vision.

And you? You ruined it.

"Wait." He blinks at you, utterly betrayed. "Where’s my Valentine’s Day gift?"

You freeze.

"Jay—"

"Oh my God, you forgot."

You panic. "No! I mean… yes. But! But I have something planned—"

"Mmm. Sounds fake."

He leans back, crossing his arms, lips pursed in the most dramatic pout.

"I got you roses and your favorite chocolate. I even wrote a handwritten letter. Meanwhile, my thoughtful, loving, caring fiancé—"

"Okay, okay!" You grab his hands, laughing. "I’ll make it up to you."

He tilts his head, eyeing you suspiciously. "You sure? Because this was a pretty deep wound. Might take a while to heal."

You bite your lip, stepping closer. "I’ll do anything, baby."

His jaw tightens slightly at that, his hands twitching at his sides.

"Anything?" he murmurs.

You nod, brushing your fingers along his collar.

Jay exhales sharply, then grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips graze your ear as he whispers,

"Good. Because I plan to collect that apology. All. Night. Long."

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

"I’m so mad at you right now."

You barely step inside before Jake is grabbing your waist, pinning you against the door, and glaring at you like you just personally ruined his life.

You blink up at him, confused. "What did I do now?"

He lets out the most tragic sigh you’ve ever heard. "Oh, I don’t know, babe. Maybe just COMPLETELY neglectING ME on Valentine’s Day??"

You squint. "Jake, we literally spent the entire day together."

"EXACTLY!" he exclaims, gesturing wildly. "We were together ALL DAY and somehow, SOMEWAY, I have not been dicked down once. Not once. Do you understand how that makes a man feel?"

You stare. "Jake—"

"No, no, let me finish." He steps back, running a frustrated hand through his hair like he’s on the verge of a breakdown. "I have spent the last twelve hours waiting, hoping, praying, manifesting some kind of fucking physical affection from my own girlfriend, and what do I get? A pat on the back. A little forehead kiss. What am I, a fucking toddler??"

You burst out laughing. "Baby, you’re being dramatic."

"Dramatic? DRAMATIC?" He grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. "Babe. My dick is in distress. It’s been in distress ALL. FUCKING. DAY."

You snort. "You poor thing."

"YES, actually!" He grabs your hand, placing it over his chest. "Feel that? That’s a broken heart. A heart that thought tonight was gonna be different. A heart that thought you were gonna throw me on the bed the second we got home. A heart that—"

You kiss him, effectively shutting him up.

He pauses for half a second before immediately kissing you back, his hands gripping your waist like he’s making sure you don’t escape.

You pull away, smirking. "Better?"

"Mmm." He tilts his head, looking you up and down. "I mean… it’s a start. But, babe—" he leans in, voice dropping— "I'm gonna need a lot more before I forgive you."

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

Sunghoon isn’t mad.

At least, he tells himself he’s not mad.

But he is currently sitting on the couch, arms crossed, jaw clenched, scrolling aggressively on his phone like someone who is very much mad.

And you have no idea why.

"Hoon." You nudge him. No response.

"Babe, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

You narrow your eyes. "That’s a lie."

He finally exhales sharply. "You didn’t wish me at 12:00 AM."

You blink. "Wait. What?"

"It’s fine," he says, standing up, walking away. "Just thought my own girlfriend would wish me at midnight first, but nope. Jay texted me before you did. Even my mom beat you to it."

You burst out laughing. "Hoon, we were asleep at midnight."

"You could’ve set an alarm," he mutters.

You chase after him, grabbing his wrist. "Hoon, baby—"

"Nope. Don’t ‘baby’ me now."

Then, suddenly—he grabs your waist, spins you around, and backs you into the nearest wall.

Your breath catches.

His eyes flicker down to your lips. "You wanna make it up to me?"

You swallow. "Yes."

His fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your chin up. "Good."

Then he kisses you—hard, deep, devastating.

And when he finally pulls away, he smirks.

"You should make mistakes like this more often."

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

Sunoo is dramatically sprawled across the bed, one hand over his forehead like some tragic K-drama lead.

"Sunoo, baby, what’s wrong?" you ask, sitting beside him.

"Oh, nothing." His voice is eerily calm. "Just thought I was going to be wined and dined. Taken somewhere extravagant. Pampered like the prince that I am."

You stifle a laugh. "Baby, we had a really nice dinner—"

*"IT WAS A CAFE." He sits up, glaring at you. "You took me to a CAFE."

You bite your lip. "But it was a Paris-inspired one…?"

"WHERE WERE THE CANDLELIGHTS? THE VIOLINS?"

You sigh, pulling him into your arms, stroking his hair. "I’ll take you somewhere fancy this weekend, okay?"

He sniffs. "And buy me dessert?"

"Anything you want, baby."

"And feed it to me?"

"Yes, Sunoo."

"And post me on Instagram?"

"Sunoo—"

He squints. "Do you love me or not?"

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

Jungwon isn’t just mad—he’s mad and confused.

And that’s a dangerous combination.

You realize something is wrong when he suddenly stops replying properly to your texts. Then, when you finally meet up for dinner, he just stares at you blankly, arms crossed, jaw tight, looking equal parts irritated and baffled.

"What’s wrong?" you ask, frowning as you sit across from him.

"I don’t know," he says.

You pause. "You don’t know?"

"Nope." He picks up his drink, takes a slow sip while keeping eye contact, then sets it down carefully. "Because if I knew, then I would at least understand why my girlfriend—who, mind you, is supposed to love me—decided to completely ignore me all morning on Valentine’s Day."

Your eyes widen. "Wait—"

"No, no. Please." He holds up a hand, silencing you. "Let me finish."

You press your lips together.

"Do you know who texted me first?" he asks, tilting his head.

"Um—"

"SUNOO." He sits back, folding his arms. "Sunoo texted me first. With a big, pink heart emoji and everything. But my own girlfriend? Nothing. Silence. Like I was just another irrelevant man walking this earth."

You stifle a laugh. "Jungwon—"

"No, because seriously!" He leans forward, exasperated. "Did you hit your head this morning? Did your phone break? Did you forget I existed?"

You grab his hands across the table, laughing. "Baby, I was literally asleep."

"Set an alarm next time," he grumbles.

You kiss his knuckles softly. "I’ll text you first every day for the rest of the week. Deal?"

He sighs, pretending to think about it. "Fine. But I expect dramatic good morning messages. And at least three heart emojis."

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

Riki has been staring at you.

Not in a cute, "I’m so in love" way. Not in a "Wow, my girlfriend is so pretty" way.

No. This is straight-up judgment.

"Riki," you say cautiously, side-eyeing him as he sits across from you, arms folded, jaw tight. "Are you good?"

He lets out the most condescending scoff. "Me? Oh, yeah. I’m GREAT."

You pause. "…Okay?"

"Yeah. No, I was just sitting here, thinking about how interesting it is that I’ve gone all fucking day without so much as a kiss on the cheek from my own girlfriend. But it’s fine. Really. I love being treated like some random side character in your life."

Your eyebrow twitches. "Riki, we’ve literally been together all day."

"EXACTLY." He throws his hands up, glaring. "And somehow, SOMEWAY, you’ve managed to avoid kissing me like I have a fucking disease."

You stifle a laugh. "Baby, we were literally in public the whole time—"

"Bullshit," he interrupts. *"You had time to fix your hair. You had time to take cute pictures. But you didn’t have time to kiss your incredibly hot, incredibly kissable boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes. "I think you’ll survive."

Riki narrows his eyes. "Oh. That’s how we’re playing it?"

Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, yanking you forward so suddenly that you stumble into his lap, your hands bracing against his chest.

Your eyes widen. "Riki—"

"Shh." He leans in, nose brushing yours, voice low and taunting. "You had your chance. Now it’s my turn."

Your breath catches as his fingers dig into your waist, holding you in place.

"You’re gonna make this up to me, babe," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours, teasing, torturing. "And I’m not letting you go until I feel properly appreciated."

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[callikari]

I LIKE ME BETTER ⭑ WHEN I'M WITH YOU

。 to be young and in love is to cherish the moments. (like when sunghoon gets jealous for your affection)

박성훈 x fem!reader 、 fluff · 🪷 893 wc ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) caution ! established relationship light jealousy skinship kissing

REBLOG FOR A KiSS

it started with something small.

you were just joking around with riki during practice break — ruffling his hair after he nailed a difficult move, tossing him a bottle of water with a proud grin. riki beamed at you, laughing when you ruffled his hair again and called him “good job, baby riki!”

completely harmless. sweet, even.

but from across the room, sunghoon saw the whole thing.

and he did not look happy.

he watched with narrowed eyes, arms folded tightly over his chest, jaw slightly clenched. he didn’t say anything — just turned dramatically away like a prince betrayed, grabbing his phone and pretending not to care.

you noticed immediately.

after practice, when the others were packing up, you made your way over to him, smiling softly.

“hoon,” you called gently, tapping his shoulder.

he barely glanced at you. “what.”

your heart squeezed at how grumpy he looked — brows furrowed, lips set into a thin line.

“are you mad?” you asked, amused but careful.

“no,” he said quickly. too quickly.

you crouched down in front of where he was sitting, reaching out to brush his bangs out of his eyes. he flinched, like he wanted to lean in but was too stubborn.

“you’re mad,” you said, laughing a little.

“i’m not mad,” he repeated, but now he was pouting. full-on, shameless pouting. “just… go baby riki. he seems to need you more.”

you gaped at him, realization dawning. “you’re jealous?”

he shrugged, looking absolutely miserable. “you were giving him head pats. and compliments. and calling him ‘baby.’”

you couldn’t help but laugh — not at him, never at him, but at how ridiculously cute he was when he got like this.

“sunghoon,” you cooed, crawling into his lap without warning. he tensed for a second in surprise, then immediately melted when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“you’re my only baby,” you whispered against his ear.

he shivered slightly, arms coming up to hold you tight.

“promise?” he mumbled, voice small.

“promise,” you said, kissing the tip of his nose. “now come home with me, and i’ll prove it properly.”

sunghoon was even clingier than usual.

he dropped his bag by the door, kicked off his shoes, and immediately followed you around like a lost puppy — trailing behind you to the kitchen, to the couch, to the bathroom door while you washed your hands.

every time you turned around, he was right there, looking at you with big, sad eyes.

finally, you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the couch.

“c’mere, hoonie,” you said softly, settling down and opening your arms wide.

he didn’t need to be told twice — he flopped onto you with a heavy, dramatic sigh, his entire body curling into yours like he was trying to merge with you.

you laughed, running your fingers through his hair immediately, knowing that’s what he needed.

he buried his face in your neck, mumbling, “baby me.”

“already on it,” you said, smiling.

you cradled him in your lap, one hand stroking his hair in slow, soothing motions, the other tracing gentle shapes along his back. he sighed contently, the tension finally starting to leave his body.

“you’re my one and only,” you whispered, pressing soft kisses along his hairline. “my favorite. my sunghoon.”

he hummed, still hiding his face, but you could feel the way his body relaxed even more.

you kissed the crown of his head. “my handsome boy.”

kissed his temple. “my talented boy.”

kissed the corner of his forehead. “my baby.”

sunghoon finally tilted his head up to look at you, cheeks flushed pink, eyes glassy with sleepiness and love.

“more,” he demanded quietly.

you smiled, cupping his face in both hands and squishing his cheeks. “more?”

“yeah,” he whispered, sounding almost shy. “please.”

you leaned down and kissed him properly this time — soft and slow, like you had all the time in the world. his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you.

when you pulled back, you peppered more kisses across his face — his nose, his cheeks, his jawline — making him giggle in that rare, breathless way you loved so much.

“hoonie,” you murmured against his skin, “you’re everything to me.”

he blinked up at you, lips trembling slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

so you just held him tighter, giving him all the love he needed without asking for anything in return.

he deserved this. he deserved to be loved so fiercely, so obviously, that he never had to doubt it again.

you shifted slightly so that he was lying fully stretched out along the couch, his head resting in your lap, your fingers threading gently through his hair.

he sighed again — a long, content sound — and looked up at you through heavy lashes.

“can we stay like this forever?” he asked, voice soft and sleepy.

“forever,” you promised, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you stayed like that for a long time — cuddling, kissing, stroking his hair — until eventually, sunghoon dozed off completely, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear.

you leaned down and whispered against his hairline, “i love you, baby.”

and even in his sleep, he smiled.

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[loveanddeepsecrets]

Aftercare after surgery 🦷

How the LADS men would care for you right after you get your wisdom teeth removed.

OG credit goes to @jinwoosbabyboo. Ty anon for making me aware of this!

tags: sfw, fluff, gn! reader, Sylus, Rafayel, Caleb, Zayne, & Xavier x reader

word count: ≈1,045

Caleb

He'd be the most entertaining knowing how you bore easily. From card games, to video games, to tv marathons, the first few days of recovery fly by.

Insisted you get the procedure done in Skyhaven so you can recover at his place, it’s a lot roomier anyway

Is in stitches laughing on the ride home as you both joke around while you’re still high from the anesthesia

Bought a special recliner for you to sleep on the first night post op

Very attentive caretaker; routinely fluffing your pillows, changing your gauze, and refilling your glass of water 

Likes the challenge of cooking a “no solid foods” meal

Is absolutely teasing you over how swollen your cheeks are

Still makes a point to tell you how beautiful you are

Boy, can this man YAP 

He knows he can be quite chatty, but can’t resist annoying you a little when you can’t talk back. “…There was that one time I lost a bet with Gideon, but that’s a story for another day. I’ve been talkin’ your ear off for 10 minutes.” “mmph..” “What’s that? You wanna hear more about the bet?  Okayyy pipsqueek…”

Massages your temples when the pain meds wear off before you can take them again 

Ends up falling asleep next to you in the giant recliner during a Food Network marathon 

Rafayel

Raf’s probably the most smothering of the five since he admits he’s not the best at taking care of others and would be mortified if he had any part of your recovery not going well. He’s a lavish man after all, your comfort is important to him.

You resting anywhere other than his California king bed is out of the question!

Is incredibly gentle and soothing when changing out your gauze; lots of words of encouragement

Constantly checking in to make sure you’re comfortable 

Tries really hard not to laugh when he uses bags of frozen vegetables as cold compress on your cheeks. Says you look like a cute puffer fish 

Keeps forgetting you shouldn’t talk for the first 24 hours but then gets mad when you try answering him when he asks you something 

Is really excited for the next couple of days when you can eat more solid foods. He’s been meaning to make you a special fish soup he discovered on one of his exhibitions abroad 

Drew a tiny sketch of you as a sleeping puffer fish during your nap

Would literally fan you if you felt too hot 

Loses kitty cards on purpose 

Since he has you bedridden, he bought several magazines to take silly quizzes bc “That’s what they do in the movies, yeah?”

Zayne

Easily the most equipped to take care of you in this situation let’s be fr. He’s firm, yet gentle and your downtime is quick and painless.

Has you on a tight schedule: nap, rinse, gauze, meds, nap, rinse, eat, gauze, repeat

You don’t even bother trying to speak. He already had a white board and marker placed on your nightstand when you got home from surgery

Has you pick whatever drama you want to watch when you finally slept off the anesthesia 

Is even more lenient with the amount of sweets you can have since smoothies are the only “healthy” meal you can eat right after surgery 

Is really all cuddles outside of the strict routine of dressing your wounds/taking meds

Shadow puppet show (again 🥲)

Lots and lots of kisses! Cheeks, forehead, eyelids, nose; he just wants you to get better

Places his hands on your cheeks and uses his evol as a cold compress just this once

Secretly counting down the days til he can properly kiss you again 

Is still a workaholic and reviewing reports on his laptop, but takes your temporary silence as an opportunity to listen to some of your favourite music together. In a way, it’s like you’re still talking to him

Xavier

He's no medical professional by any means, but he's not as clueless as he lets on. When it comes to your safety and well being, he takes looking after you pretty seriously. Under his care, you get the most sleep you've gotten in your life.

Sets up the pull out couch so you won’t have to walk around as much

Still brought you flowers and a “Get well soon” card, despite the fact that he’s the one taking care of you 

Thinks you look especially cute with swollen cheeks and surrounded your sleeping form with plushies mid nap 

Is especially proud of himself for making you breakfast and dinner— it’s really hard to mess up instant oatmeal and mashed potatoes 

It takes everything within him not to poke your cheeks and say “chubby bunny”

Chooses to play collaborative 2-player games bc he knows you hate it when he lets you win

Gets in bed to join in on your (med induced) naps

Has you snuggle his waist as you two look through comic books

Follows along with your mushy diet because he’d feel so bad eating solid foods in front of you

Thought refrigerating a face mask would be a relaxing alternative to cold compress packs (and of course he tried one too)

Sylus

Full on princess treatment. Quite literally wouldn’t let you lift a finger. It’s as if you had hip replacement surgery.

Refuses to let you walk, even after the anesthesia wears off. He carries you to any and every room

He knows it’s a minor surgery, but it didn’t stop him from buying the fluffiest pillows, comfiest weighted blankets, plushiest robe, and smoothest silk eye mask 

Brushes/ plays with your hair while you sleep 

Despite your temporary dietary restrictions, you still eat like a Michelin inspector thanks to his private chef

Spoon feeds you 

Is the only LI aside from Caleb who can understand your muffled speech 

Programmed Mephisto to set reminders to take your meds and switch out your gauze

Tucks you in *every time* you decide to lay back in bed

Turned one of his rooms into a spa. Dark, yet calming from the soft lighting of candles, crystal singing bowls from a white noise machine, and aromatherapy 

Relishes in you earnestly needing his help

Bought out a full service salon for the next day to give you every service they offer

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no longer | j.jh

🎧 slow down . chase atlantic

✩ jaehyun x reader

⋆ 18+ mdni!

⋆ word count! 2.4k

oneshot, nonidol!jaehyun, afab!reader, roommate!jaehyun, dom!jaehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, brief breast play, dirty talk, fingering, lots of kissing, creampie, jaehyun’s a bit possessive, use of pet names (baby), porn w/ little plot…

synopsis . your boyfriend did you dirty and upon learning it your roommate can no longer hold back his desires for you.

likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!!

author note: finally got to writing this! tbh, idk how i feel about it.. hopefully you like it!

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn’t proof read and english isn’t my first language. enjoy!! ><

Jaehyun's head shoots up from the kitchen when he hears the door of the apartment slam shut. You left about an hour ago, telling him you were going to a party and probably not coming home for the night. So what were you doing here?

"(Y/N?)" he calls out, as he walks towards the door.

You just give him a hum in answer as you take off your heels.

When Jaehyun comes to face with you, he feels his heart skip a beat at the sight of you in that dress. His dark eyes quickly fleeting over your features, forcing himself to look away from your curves as he reminds himself of your boyfriend. He can't help but feel a flicker of anger at the thought of him. Your boyfriend was clearly a douche, Jaehyun knows he could do so much better. He clears his throat before speaking up. "You're back early?"

"You look.. good by the way," he says, his voice dropping lower, "really good."

You feel your cheek heat up at his comment, but it's quickly replaced with frustration as you remember the reason you're back.

You were supposed to meet with your boyfriend at the party, with plans of getting laid by the end of the night. You really needed that after surviving the stressful week of finals. Seems your boyfriend also did, since you found him some room, balls deep in a random girl you don't even know the name of.

Honestly, you weren't even sad, you only dated the guy for a few months. You were mostly angry at his audacity. He practically begged you to be with him and you had to convince yourself that he was cute, just for him to pull shit like this.

"Yeah, well, the night didn't go as planned, okay?" you say, tone harsher than you intended it to be.

Jaehyun raises a brow, a bit confused. "Why? Sum' happened?"

You let out an exasperated sigh as you drop your other heel to the ground, "Let's just say I didn't expect to be single by the end of the night."

Jaehyun opens his mouth, but you offer him the explanation before he can ask. "Caught him cheating."

Jaehyun's brow furrow in anger, "Fuck, I'm sorry." He says, but he's not really sorry, that guy didn't deserve you anyways.

You wave him off and shake your head as you make your way into your shared apartment. "It doesn't matter, wasn't like I was in love with him anyways, just pissed." You rant to him, always having been comfortable with your roommate.

"Pissed?" he asks, "Not even sad?"

You shrug as you grab yourself a glass of water, "Mmh, pissed. Was expecting to at least get some dick tonight. Guess it's better like this though, fucker can't even please a woman properly."

Jaehyun's eyes darken briefly at your words. He doesn't answer, lost into his thoughts about the many ways how he could please you. And he would—but no matter how many hints he seemed to drop over the years, you never seemed to catch them, and if you did, you didn't acknowledge them.

You set the glass down on the counter, the silence getting loud. Were you too blunt? You lift your head to meet his eyes, only to find him already looking back at you, eyes dark. "Jae?"

He closes his eyes and forces himself to focus on the conversation at hand, "So you wanted to get fucked, that didn't happen, and now you're mad." He states.

When he puts it like that... "Yeah, basically." You reply.

Jaehyun swallows dryly. Fuck it, he thinks. "D'you still wanna get fucked?" he says, his deep voice thick with an emotion you can't name.

He asks it so casually, you almost choke on your own spit. I mean, there's no way your hot roommate of two years was really suggesting that, right? "What- what do you mean by that..?"

"I'm asking you," he starts, "Do you want to get fucked tonight, or not." His hands twitch at his sides, itching to touch you. The way you're looking at him—with those same eyes he'd fallen for years ago—it's making it all to hard to control himself.

"I- uh," you're too flustered by his sudden straightforwardness to say anything. Jaehyun was always a gentleman, always kind and respectful the two whole years you've been living together. Hearing something of the such coming out of his mouth, it does more to you than you'd like to admit.

This whole time, you forced yourself to bury any feelings you might feel for him. He was hot, too hot for you, and way out of your league. Or so you thought. Not to forget the fact that he was your roommate.. Yeah, you didn't want to make things awkward, but the way he was looking at you right now...

He takes a step closer to you, never breaking eye contact. "Two years," he starts.

"Two years of pretending you don't affect me the way you do. Two years of holding myself back from doing something I'd regret. Two whole years of loving you while you keep going back to those shitty guys, Y/N."

When he's finally done, his jaw tenses, fighting the urge to pull you against his chest.

You're left speechless, his words too much to take in all at once.

He takes another step closer, body almost pressing against yours as he leans in near your ear. His breath comes out ragged against your neck as he whispers, "Tell me to stop, or I won't be able to."

Your breath hitches, and you don't answer. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to see where this would go. "Don't.." you whisper back.

Those whispered words seem to shatter whatever restraint he had left. His hands coming to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him, closing the distance between you.

"Say it again," his grip on your waist tightens as he speaks, his body tense against yours with years of pent-up longing.

"Don't stop.." You whisper more clearly this time.

When he pulls back slightly to look at your face, his dark eyes are filled with emotion—desire, jealousy, and something more?

The feeling of your body pressed against his after countless nights dreaming about this, it's too much.

"Fuck.." he rasps, voice breaking slightly as he lets his head fall against your shoulder.

His hands roam over your back, taking in your curves through the fabric of your dress.

"Not one day goes by I don't think of having you." he confesses, "Not one fucking day."

His eyes are burning with intensity as they flick between your eyes and lips. The way you're looking up at him.. it's driving him wild.

"Gonna make up for all that time now," he murmurs, hovering just above your lips. "Can I?"

You nod frantically, desperate to feel his lips on yours.

His lips crash down on yours in a searing kiss, pouring his years of longing into it. You kiss him back, loving the way his lips move against yours.

Jaehyun pulls back briefly, his breath warm on your lips, "I don't think I'll be able to stop now," he whispers.

You answer by pressing your lips against his once more. He kisses you back—this time deeper, hungrier. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip before tangling with yours in a messy kiss.

His hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you flush against the hardness of his arousal.

When you finally break apart, he presses his forehead against yours, "You're mine," he whispers. "Starting tonight"

His mouth crashes down on yours and without warning he lifts you up effortlessly, your legs instinctively coming to wrap around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom.

The soft press of your lips against his make his breath hitch. For a moment he just savours the sweetness of it—the way your mouth molds perfectly to his, like you were made to fit together. One of his hands come up to cradle your face as he carries you, thumb brushing your cheekbone as he depends the kiss slowly.

His fingers tangle gently in your hair, tilting your head just enough to take the kiss deeper. His tongue slides against yours in a slow, sensual dance, savouring every taste, every sigh you give him. When he finally pulls back, his breathing is a bit uneven, dark eyes hooded with desire.

His foot kicks his bedroom door open, and he wastes no time dropping you on the bed. The second your back hits the mattress, he’s on you again—lips pressing against yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless.

His hands works to rid of your clothes, fingers playing with the hem of your dress. “I need this off,” he rasps out, a tinge of desperation in his voice.

You lift up a bit, allowing him to remove the article.

His touch is desperate—hot palms skimming up your bare thighs, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you against him. The hard length of his arousal pressing against your core through the thin fabric separating you.

“Gonna ruin anyone else for you” he promises lowly, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “Make sure you never forget this night.”

“I won’t” you assure him, voice coming out weaker than intended.

His hands slide up your sides, calloused fingers tracing the soft skin of your stomach before moving higher—finally, finally—cupping your breasts with a small groan as his thumbs brush over your already hardened nipples.

His mouth follows his hands, mouth sealing around one perked nipple, licking and sucking hard enough to make you arch off the bed. His free hand slides down your legs, fingers pressing against your clothed heat.

He lets out a shaky breath, “Already wet for me.” he comments, voice thick with satisfaction.

His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs with a single rough pull. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you before him—spread out beneath him, completely at his mercy.

“Perfect,” he whispers, stripping off his own shirt in one swift motion, his toned torso on full display. “Fucking perfect.”

He climbs back over you, his lips finding yours again in a deep, filthy kiss as his hand slides between your thighs, fingers teasing your slick folds.

“Gonna make you feel good,” he promises against your mouth, two fingers sliding inside your tight walls without warning, curling just right.

His thumb circles your clit as his fingers pump in and out, his dark eyes locked onto yours—watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face.

“Say your mine” he whispers, voice tinged with something you can’t exactly pinpoint, “Even if it’s just for tonight, say you’re mine”

A choked moan escapes you as your voice comes out whiny, “Y-yours,”

“Fuck—” his voice is wrecked, his cock throbbing painfully against his pants as he continues pumping you full of his fingers.

His fingers press deeper inside you, thumb pressing against your clit in tight circles. His lips crash down on yours, swallowing your whimpers as he drinks in every shudder, every twitch of your body beneath him.

His hips grind down against your thigh, letting you feel just how hard he is for you.

He spreads your legs wider apart, settling himself between them with a groan. His fingers withdraw, glistening with your arousal, and he gives your pussy a light tap before bringing them up to his lips with a satisfied smirk.

“Taste fucking perfect,” he growls, licking them clean before freeing himself, gripping his cock and giving it a slow, tortuous stroke.

Without warning, he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up until you’re on your knees. Any self restraint he had left is gone, one hand coming up to grip the back of your neck, pressing your face in the mattress as his other guides his cock to your entrance.

“Gonna fuck you so deep,” he starts. “You’ll feel me for days.”

And then he’s pushing in—one brutal, unforgiving thrust—burying himself to the hilt in one go and you have to hold back a scream at the sheer size of his length. A ragged groan tears from his throat as your tight heat envelope him, tight walls fluttering around him like you were made just for him.

“Fuck—” his hips snap forwards, setting a punishing pace from the start. “So—” Another hard thrust. One of his hands coming to tangle in your hair, “Fucking—” His grip on your hair tightens, “Perfect.”

His free hand snakes around to your front, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing rough circles as he fucks into you with single-minded intensity.

“Come on my cock,” he groans, “Let me feel you squeeze me as you come undone—”

His thrusts grow erratic, his own breathing ragged as he chases his own release—but he won’t let himself go until you do. Not after waiting for so long to have you.

“That’s it—” He chokes out, feeling your walls start to flutter around him. “Come for me, baby”

And you do, coming with a muffled scream in the pillows, knuckles turning white from how tight you’re gripping the sheets.

The sight of you unravelling beneath him—your body trembling, your fingers clawing at the sheets—sends a surge of raw, possessive pride through him. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you still as he fucks you through it, his thrusts unrelenting even as you shudder around him.

His fingers dig in the soft flesh of your ass, spreading you wider as he drives into you, harder, deeper. The wet, filthy sounds of your bodies joining fill the room, mixing with your breathless whimpers and his ragged groans.

He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as his lips find the shell of your ear.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, “Can I, baby—?” his voice cracks as his hips start to stutter, his control slipping.

You whine and nod against the pillows, and that’s all it takes for Jaehyun to reach his peak.

With a final, punishing thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. A guttural groan tears from his throat as he spills into you, his body shuttering with the force of it.

He collapses over you, his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as he struggles to catch his breath. His fingers trace lazy patterns over your hip, his voice rough but satisfied.

“Mine…” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the sweat-slick skin of your back.

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Demon Slayer Characters React to Y/N Wearing Their Clothes

🌸 Hashira

🔹 Giyuu Tomioka → Freezes. STARES. His haori on you?? It’s too much. He turns bright red, avoids eye contact, and mutters, “You can… keep it if you want.” Secretly dying inside. If you tease him about it, he’ll stammer out a weak, “It’s just a piece of clothing,” but the way he keeps glancing at you says otherwise. If you fall asleep in it? He’ll carefully adjust it around you, making sure you stay warm. (Soft boy alert.)

🔹 Sanemi Shinazugawa → Spits out his drink. “The hell are ya wearing my uniform for?!” but he’s BLUSHING HARD. He snatches his coat back, only to put it around your shoulders properly and grumble, “Looks better on you anyway.” If you wear it again later, he’ll act like he doesn’t care, but his ears turn red. If you playfully say, “I just wanted to smell like you,” he short-circuits and storms off.

🔹 Kyojuro Rengoku → SMILES SO BIG. “AH! IT SUITS YOU MAGNIFICENTLY!!” Definitely wraps an arm around you and tells everyone you’re his now. If you try to take it off, he’ll insist, “No, no! You must wear it for the rest of the day!” He’ll even compliment you in front of others, making them jealous of how much attention he’s giving you.

🔹 Tengen Uzui → Smirks. “Well, aren’t you just the flashiest thing I’ve ever seen?” Teases you endlessly but LOVES it. Will not take his headband back. It’s yours now. If his wives see you in his haori, they giggle and whisper about how cute you two are, making Tengen extra smug. “See? Even my wives approve!”

🔹 Muichiro Tokito → Blinks. “Oh.” That’s all he says. But later, when he thinks you’re asleep, he mumbles, “You look really nice in it…” If you catch him staring, he’ll turn away and pretend he wasn’t looking. If you say, “You should let me wear it more often,” he’ll just nod absentmindedly. But if anyone tries to take it off you? He suddenly gets possessive and tells them to leave you alone.

🔹 Mitsuri Kanroji → SQUEALS. Runs up and hugs you, saying, “You’re soooo cute! We match now!!” Might actually cry happy tears. If you wear it around other people, she’ll cling to your arm proudly and show you off. “Doesn’t Y/N look adorable?! Ahhh, I could die from happiness!” She’ll also probably make you matching outfits in the future.

🔹 Obanai Iguro → “...Take it off.” You think he’s mad, but really? He’s just so flustered he can’t function. Will turn away but sneak glances at you the whole time. If you pout and say, “I thought you’d like it,” he’ll groan and give up. “Fine. Keep it. But don’t let anyone else see you in it.” His snake Kaburamaru, on the other hand, seems to approve and curls around your arm.

🔹 Gyomei Himejima → Smiles warmly. “It brings me joy to see you in my robes.” Places a gentle hand on your head. Will let you wear it whenever you want. If you ever say it makes you feel safe, he will literally MELT and offer to let you have one permanently.

🌓 Upper Moons & Muzan

🔹 Kokushibo → Freezes mid-breath. Looks you up and down in complete silence. Finally, he just exhales, “...Hmph.” (Translation: He’s losing his mind but won’t admit it.) If you wear it while he’s training, he won’t be able to concentrate. He’ll eventually sigh and say, “You may keep it,” but if you watch closely, you’ll see his fingers twitch slightly like he wants to adjust it for you.

🔹 Douma → Smirks and immediately pulls you into his lap. “Ooooh~ aren’t you adorable?” Probably sniffs the fabric and claims, “It smells like me now. Perfect.” If you try to give it back, he’ll refuse. “Nope! It’s yours now, my dear~ You look too good in it!” Expect lots of compliments and mischievous teasing.

🔹 Akaza → Breaks. He stares, jaw slack, face burning red. “Y-Y/N… why…?” If you tease him, he will short-circuit. If you say, “I just wanted to be close to you,” he’ll get SO flustered and suddenly become the softest thing ever. If anyone dares to comment on it, they’re getting punched.

🔹 Muzan Kibutsuji → “You’re wearing MY coat?” Raises an eyebrow, then smirks. “Very well. That means you belong to me now, doesn’t it?” 100% possesses you. He’ll wrap an arm around your waist and let everyone know that you’re his, daring anyone to even look at you the wrong way.

🎴 Main Three + Genya

🔹 Tanjiro Kamado → Gasps. “That’s my haori!” He’s flustered but beaming. Will say something sweet like, “It suits you beautifully.” If you wear it on a cold night, he’ll wrap his arms around you and say, “Stay warm, okay?”

🔹 Zenitsu Agatsuma → FAINTS ON THE SPOT. When he wakes up, he clutches your hands and cries, “Please never take it off!!!” If you say, “Do I look good in it?” he’ll wail dramatically about how you look like an angel sent from heaven.

🔹 Inosuke Hashibira → “YOU DARE STEAL FROM ME?!” Acts dramatic but secretly thinks you look better than him in it and gets grumpy about it. If you challenge him to a fight for ownership of the clothes, he’ll actually go along with it just to mess with you. But if anyone else tries to take it off you? They’re getting drop-kicked.

🔹 Genya Shinazugawa → STUTTERS LIKE CRAZY. “T-That’s…my jacket…” Crosses arms and refuses to make eye contact but is actually super soft inside. If you keep wearing it, he’ll pretend to be annoyed, but one night, you’ll catch him staring and blushing. If you confront him, he’ll just mumble, “...You look really good in it, alright?”

[piroulinewafers]

HELLO FELLOW FREAK /affectionate :P i was wondering if u can do a fic w calebmc and guided masterbation...basically the readers inexperienced and its her first time and calebs had his fair share of experience maybe? KSJSKSJSJ hopefully my point gets through, idm u adding ur own elements to it, thank you have a lovely day<333

psssstttt i LOVE ur fics btw ♡

𝐚/𝐧: waaa hi fellow freak 😏 your brain is so big... i wasn't sure if you wanted something more specific, but i lowkey had so much fun writing this... when is it my turn for gege to teach me how to pleasure myself sigh.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! inexperienced! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, overstimulation. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the regret was surely getting to her.

the second the words slipped past her lips, she wished she could chase them down and lock them away. her cheeks burned hot, her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to look at him.

 caleb hadn’t said a word yet, but she could feel the weight of his stare— steady, unreadable and just a little amused.

she squirmed beneath it, twisting the hem of her shirt between her fingers. “i… i shouldn’t have told you anything. it was dumb,” she mumbled, voice barely over a whisper. “just forget i said anything.”

caleb didn’t move at first. he stood by the edge of her bed, one hand still resting on the waistband of his uniform slacks, the other braced on the doorframe. his dog tags shifted when he tilted his head, catching just a glint of light.

“you think i’m gonna forget you said somethin’ like that?” he asked, tone mild— teasing, but not unkind. there was a sparkle of something in his voice too. gentler. steadier.

she fidgeted more. she wished she could just disappear into the floorboards. 

he finally stepped forward, closing the distance with quiet, even steps. “you’re nervous,” he said, not as a question, but as something already known. his voice lowered, soft but firm. “and you’re beating yourself up over it.”

he knew her too well. she gave a tiny nod, still not meeting his eyes. 

caleb stopped in front of her and gently tilted her chin up with two fingers. his touch was light, careful— like he was afraid of pushing too hard and making her retreat, despite wanting to do so badly.

“i still shouldn’t’ve said anything— i sounded pathetic, i just— “

caleb cut her off with a look. gentle, but firm enough to close her mouth without another word, brows drawing to a furrow. 

the mattress dipped as he moved to sit on the bed, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his uniform jacket. he reached for her, slow and easy, guiding her to sit between his legs like it was the most natural thing in the word. his. hands found her hips, warm through the fabric, thumbs brushing her waist as he leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath at her temple.

“you don’t sound pathetic, just honest. i’m glad you told me.”

her shirt wrinkled beneath his fingertips as he toyed with the hem, almost absentminded. the silence was thick, the space between them warmer than it should’ve been. 

“you’re nervous still,” he murmured, caleb murmured, lips brushing just behind her ear. “but i can smell you, pips.”

her breath hitched. 

“i could teach you, you know,” he added, voice soft like he was making an offer, not a demand. “show you how good it can feel… if you’d let me. i can’t believe my meimei’s never properly learned how to make herself cum… it’s cute.”

caleb leaned back just a little, enough to look down at her, framed between his legs like she’d always belonged there. 

the creases in his uniform pants were sharp and pressed perfect, every line rigid and clean where hers were soft and uncertain. his tie was still knotted, though a little loosened now, collar open just enough to let her see the bronze of his throat.

he traced a slow circle on her thigh with one hand, the other resting firm at her waist. not moving further, just… holding.

“y’know,” he said, voice low and thoughtful. “it makes me a little mad.”

her eyes flickered to his, wide and unsure. “what does?”

“that no one ever took the time,” he murmured. “to show you. that you’ve been tryin’ to figure it out all by yourself, feelin’ like you’re broken or something just ‘cause you couldn’t get there.”

she lowered her gaze, shame prickling up her neck, but his fingers tightened gently— just enough to keep her grounded.

“i don’t like that,” he added. “hate thinkin’ of you feeling that way.”

but then, his mouth curved into something quieter. something warmer.

“still,” he said, almost to himself. “part of me is glad.”

“glad?” she blinked, parroting his words adorably.

caleb nodded slowly, like he was chewing on the words before saying them out loud. “means no one else got there first. means you’re still all soft and untouched in all the ways that matter.”

he let that sit in the air for a moment, thumbing the hem of her skirt again, this time with a little more purpose, his voice dipping lower. “it means i get to be the one who show you and teach you how to make yourself feel good. the right way. won’t you let your gege help?”

and maybe he shouldn’t enjoy that thought as much as he did, shouldn’t feel that selfish little swell of pride in his chest— but he did. because she was his, even if she didn’t know it yet. and if she was going to learn anything about herself, about her body… it’d be from him. only him.

caleb’s thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her inner thigh, his hand warm, even through the fabric of her shirt as he pressed again her back. she could feel the strength in his fingers, the calluses that spoke of a life spent in service and discipline. it was a touch that promised both control and comfort and she ocouldn’t help but lean into it, craving more of that intoxicating mix. 

“you’re overthinking again,” caleb murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. his other hand slid up her spine, the heat of his palm seeping into her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “stop trying to analyze everything to death. just… feel.”

his fingers tapped at her thigh. “i know you’re curious, pips. i can practically hear the questions spinning in that clever head of yours. so what are you thinking?” his words were muffled.

the heat of his breath fanned against her jaw, making her eyelids flutter. she let out a shaky breath. “i’m thinking a lot of stuff…”

caleb’s voice was low and patient, almost brotherly in its gentle guidance. “here, let me show you,” he murmured, taking her hand and guiding it to the soft swell of her breast. he encouraged her fingers to knead the supple flesh, shaping and squeezing in a way that made her breath catch. “like this, don’t be shy now.”

his other hand trailed slowly down her body, calloused fingertips skimming over her stomach, her hip, before reaching the hem of her skirt. 

with a deft motion, he bunched the fabric in his fist and tugged it upwards, exposing more of her thighs to the cool air. 

“spread your legs for me, pips,” caleb coaxed softly, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth unfurling in her belly. his thumb pressed against the centre of her panties, right where she was already slick and aching. 

the friction made her gasp, her hips twitching forward involuntarily. “caleb,” she breathed out, his name falling from her lips like a plea. her chest heaved with each shaky inhale, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. the sensation of his touch, so intimate and new , set her nerves alight with anticipation.

he rubbed slow circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her even through the barrier of her underwear. “shh, i’ve got you,” he soothed, thumbing her clit with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made her toes curl. 

her hand moved from her breast, but caleb was quick to use his free hand to grasp her wrist, watching the way it twitched and squirmed under his touch. 

“ah ah, i didn’t tell you to move it, did i?” caleb hummed out, leading to a faint pout to settle on her lips. 

beneath her panties, she could feel her clit swelling, the delicate flesh throbbing with a desperate ache. caleb’s touch, his guidance, the low timbre of his voice urging her own… it was all too much and not enough, all at once. 

caleb’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her panties, brushing against her sensitive folds. he could feel the slick heat of her arousal, the way her body trembled under his touch. his thumb easily found her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made her arch her back against him. 

“mm, you’re not shaved down here,” caleb murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “all prickly and untouched…” 

he could feel her squirm with a sudden shyness, trying to clamp her thighs together. “caleb, don’t…” she protested weakly, embarrassed by his intimate discovery. this was already quite embarrassing as is, having her childhood friend see her like this, and now…

but caleb was having none of it. his strong arms pinned her in place, holding her hips steady as he pressed firmly against her back, chin practically propped against her shoulder. 

“hey, hey… none of that, pips,” he soothed, his voice gentling. “it’s cute, really. i like getting to see you all bare, so natural. ”

to punctuate his words, caleb rubbed her clit a little harder, a little faster. his fingers dipped lower, teasing along her slit. “i like it,” he declared again, as if that settled the matter. “it’s perfect on you.”

she whimpered, her hips twitching as she fought to urge to grind against his hand. caleb’s touch was electrifying, setting her nerves on fire until she thought she might combust. she could feel every inch of herself, from the aching swell of her breasts to the throbbing heat between her thighs, and it was all because of him.

“caleb…” she gasped out again, her voice high and breathy. her fingers moved up, digging into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading and squeezing just like he’d shown her. the sensation of her own touch, combined with his, was almost too much to bear.

caleb’s fingers stilled for a moment, and he looked at her with a quirked brow. “tell me something, pips,” he murmured. “ have you ever fingered yourself before? i’m curious.” 

she immediately burned red, shaking her head and trying to hide her face away from him as best as she could, but with him sitting behind her, there was little she could do.

“when i put my fingers in, it’d just feels like… i don’t know. weird. not in a bad or good way.”

caleb chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest as he processed her shy confession. “wait… you’ve never actually done it properly, have you, pips?” he teased, eyes sparkling with amusement. “you just stuck a finger in there and wiggled it around until it felt weird?”

she scowled at him, brows furrowing as she pouted. “well, yeah… i mean, it did feel strange!” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “it’s not the same as when i see it in porn…” she blushed hard, realizing her admittance. 

it was strange. caleb and her had known each other since they were kids, practically siblings, so all of this… it was foreign and a bit embarrassing.

caleb’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flashing through them before his expression settled into a more thoughtful one. “you shouldn’t try to compare everything to porn you know.” he let out a huff, almost sounding a little jealous. “you should have just asked your gege for help with this stuff.i could’ve shown you how to make yourself feel good ages ago.”

without waiting for a response, he slowly, steadily, eased a finger inside of her, groaning softly at the way her walls clenched around the thick digit.

“fuck, pips… you’re so tight,” he grunted out, pumping his finger in and out of her virgin hole. “no wonder it feels strange for you. your little cunny is gripping my finger like a vice.” 

she moaned softly, hyper-sensitive from his teasing and his fiery-hot touch, a needy breathy sound. she pouted at his language, flustered and overwhelmed. “don’t… don’t call it that…”

he curled his finger slightly inside, brushing against a spot that made her feel stars. “shh, don’t pout,” caleb cooed, his thumb coming up to rub soothing circles on her lower belly. “i know its a lot to take in. the feeling of being touched like this… it’s overwhelming at first.” he gently pushed in a second fingers, stroking her insides in a way that had her toes curling and her breath coming out in sharp pants.

caleb watched her face intently, eyes roaming over her features, noting the way her nose scrunched up and her eyes were shut. “tell me, pips,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “has it ever felt this good when you helplessly rubbed your little clit all by your lonesome?” his fingers pumped steadily, curling and stroking along her walls in a way that made her thighs quiver.

she quickly shook her head, strands of hair swept across her forehead as she whimpered out. “n-no… it’s never felt like this before, gege…” her voice was breathy and high, straining with the intensity of the new sensations coursing through her. 

caleb could feel her body tensing, her walls starting to flutter and clench around his invading fingers. he could sense her impending release, could feel the way her little cunt was already starting to spasm and tighten. his eyes darkened with lust as he watched her teeter on the brink of climax.

“that’s it, pips… just like that,” caleb encouraged, his thumb rubbing firm circles over her swollen, throbbing clit. “don’t fight it. let yourself feel this, let yourself cum for me…”

he knew he was supposed to only be helping her, and yet, he couldn’t help himself from inserting himself in the narrative to ensure she at least vaguely understood that he was the only one who could make her feel this way. she was his, forever and always and he had no plans on letting anyone touch— let alone see— her in this state aside from him. 

with a sharp cry, she came undone, body convulsing as her very first real orgasm crashed over her. her inner walls clamped down round caleb’s fingers, gripping them like a silken vice as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. 

caleb couldn’t help but groan, feeling the way her cunt spasmed and quivered, dripping with her premature release.

“fuck, pips…. you cum so easily,” he growled, a hint of pride and possessiveness in his voice. he kept stroking her through her orgasm, fingers pumping steadily as he worked a third digit into her fluttering hole. “such a good girl, summing so hard and fast for your gege…”

she could only whimper and mewl, her body writhing beneath his touch as the intense pleasure consumed her. she’d never felt anything like this before, never known her body could feel this way. 

her whole bottom was buzzing as caleb continued, her hands clumsily moving to push at his, but he paid no heed to her feeble attempts, easily overpowering her weakened efforts as his fingers kept pumping steadily. 

“shh, shh, don’t fight it, pips,” he chided, voice a low rumble. “you can’t be humming already… so fast and sloppy, drenchin’ my fingers like this.” 

he held her hips down, with his free hand, pressing it firmly where her hips and thighs met. her slick, swollen walls were so sensitive, still fluttering from the aftershocks of her climax. each thrust of caleb’s fingers sent bolts of electric pleasure shooting up her spine, making her writhe and whine helplessly.

“gege… please…” she gasped between ragged breaths, face flushed and eyes glazed. “it’s too much… too much… ahh!” her protests turned into a sharp cry as he increased his pace.

“too much? or not enough?” caleb countered, practically feeling her juices dripping down his fingers, her arousal making obscene squelching noises as he fingered her overstimulated hole. her panties, of which he had elected not to take off, were drenched, a very obvious damp spot against him that soaked into the sheets beneath them.

“look at the mess you’re making, pips,” caleb taunted, holding her chin and forcing her to meet his heated gaze. “squirtin’ all over the place, humming before i even got my fingers all the way inside…i swear, you’re going to be the death of me.

despite his words, there was clear pride in his voice, knowing he could reduce her to such a desperate dripping state. she was all his.

caleb’s fingers never slowed, never stopping their merciless pumping. he could feel her second climax building, body tensing and tightening as she hurtled towards the edge once more. 

“that’s it, give me another one,” he commanded insistently. “show your gege what a needy little thing you are, humming over and over again on his fingers.” caleb punctuated his words by burying his fingers as deep as they could go, grinding against that spongey spot that he knew would make her completely collapse in his arms. 

her lips parts in a. silent scream of pure ecstasy tore from her throat, her limbs trembling and chest heaving as she came again. finally, only then, did caleb retract her fingers, noting the way the evidence of her arousal clung to them in a sticky mess.

“good girl,” caleb praised, a rare softness entering his voice as he took in her utterly debauched state leaning against him. he gentled his touch, bringing his fingers to his lips and making a show of licking her essence from his digits. 

“delicious,” he purred, holding her gaze. it only made her scrunch her nose up in faint disgust, a huffy sound leaving her. 

too tired and sated to argue, a blissful smile played at the corners of her lips. she leaned heavily against him, small frame molding to his larger one like it was meant to be there. tilting her head back, she pressed a sloppy open mouthed kiss to his jaw, a muffled “thank you” whispering past her lips.

“you always take care of me…” she whispered, her voice barely a sound, fragile and full of trust.

“i always will,” caleb replied without hesitation, tilting his head to press a kiss to her temple. he shifted them both just enough to lay her back against the pillows, guiding her head to rest over his heart. he was still dress in his uniform, the material stiff at the this rate and vaguely damp with her body sweat. caleb ran his fingers slowly through her hair, brushing it away from her face with a tenderness that made her sigh. 

“you’re too good…” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. “don’t deserve you.”

that made him huff, something low and amused, but he didn’t let it slide. “no,” he said softly, tipping her chin up so she’d look at him in her bleary, sleepy state. “you deserve everything.”

she looked up at him through her lashed, tired, but so, so content. 

caleb watched her like she was the only thing that mattered. and maybe she was. he stroked his thumb over her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her forehead— slow, warm, reverent. 

she was already half-asleep against his chest, her breath warm and steady through the thin fabric of his jacket. her fingers twitched faintly where they rested on his  stomach, like even in sleep, she was still clinging to him.

caleb’s arms stayed wrapped around her, firm but gentle, his thumb tracing idle patterns against the curve of her spine. he could feel the faint flutter of her heartbeat through her back. slower now, relaxed. safe. 

she trusted him. with this. with herself. that thought alone made his throat tighten.

she’d never been touched like that before and it had shown in every flinch, every shy glance, every nervous little laugh and embarrassed pout.  she’d let him guide her, let him take care of her, let him love her all the way through it.

he knew it wasn’t fair. knew it was selfish. but as he held her, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest, caleb found himself clinging to the one truth he couldn’t shake. 

he wanted to ruin it. all of it.

ruin sex. ruin pleasure. ruin any touch that didn’t come from him.

not necessarily out of cruelty, but out of love. a possessive, protective kind of love that rooted itself in the deepest parts of him. he wanted her to forget anyone else had ever existed before him. wanted her to only feel this full, this safe, this undone, this good— with him.

if he could rewrite the way she saw herself— teach her what it truly meant to be adored, desired, cherished— then he’d do it a hundred times over.

only him. only ever him.

she stirred slightly, sighing gin her sleep and caleb leaned down to press a kiss into her hair. 

she didn’t know it yet. but she was his forever. 

and he’d make sure she never wanted it any other way. 

[rafeandonlyrafe]

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words: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, face sitting, female receiving oral, cockwarming, unprotected sex

your back is pressed against the arm of the couch, feet slung onto rafes lap, his hand resting on your shin, thumb occasionally swiping over your skin, giving you the bit of attention you need to keep you satisfied, even while he chats with barry.

you barely listen to the conversation, using it as background noise while staring at your boyfriend, his side profile making you bite your lip, a pair of gold framed aviator sunglasses sitting atop his nose.

“rafey.” you sit up, bending your knees as you scooch closer to rafe. using the distraction of the girl that barrys been seeing walking up the stairs onto the balcony.

“what is it baby?” rafe hums, placing an arm around your waist, tugging you in until you’re properly sat sideways on his lap.

“you look so handsome.” you coo, bringing your hand to his face, thumb massaging over his jawbone, before moving up, rubbing over the smooth plane of his cheek.

“means a lot coming from you, pretty girl.” rafe says, tilting his head to the side to press a kiss to your palm, before leaning forward and moving down your wrist before bypassing the rest of your arm to kiss your neck, glad that your hair is pulled up in a bun to give him easy access. “what brought this up?” he asks, murmuring into your neck, eyes briefly moving to barry, making sure he's still occupied by his new girl.

“you just look so good.” you take his cheeks in your hands, moving to press your lips against rafes, his tongue flicking out to swipe against your bottom lip. “want you so bad.”

“oh, is that it? my baby horny for me?” rafe teases, not bothering to lower his voice, making you whine and glance over to barry, who is still too wrapped up in his new girl. you think it's cute, that he's found someone that he likes, who seems equally as interested in him, and not just for the drugs.

“are you done? can we go inside?” you don't bother fighting back against rafes claim that you're horny for him, not when he looks so handsome, hair cropped short and skin deliciously tanned.

rafe nods, grabbing your hips and twisting you so your feet touch the floor, standing you both up. “hey man, we will continue this later. feel free to hang out.” rafe glances between barry and the girl, who is now batting her eyelashes at him in an extremely unsubtle way.

“alright, see you country club.” barry nods as rafe grips your hand, tugging you inside.

“this what you wanted pretty girl?” rafe asks as soon as you're in his bedroom, door closed and locked, finally just the two of you.

“not quite…” you reach to rafes face, grabbing the frame on either side of the sunglasses and sliding them off his face. you slide your hands lower to push at his chest, backing your boyfriend up towards the bed.

rafe smirks, instantly knowing what you're craving, what you've been wanting to do since you first had the thought of ripping the sunglasses off his face.

he gets himself quickly into position, lying flat against the bed while you take your shorts off, sliding your underwear down as well.

“been wanting to sit on your handsome face all day.” you admit, crawling up his long body. “looking so good in those sunglasses.”

“gonna have to wear them more often if it gets you like this.” rafe says, licking his lips as you place your knees on either side of his head, hovering your cunt over his face.

rafe doesn't give you even a second to compose yourself, hands grabbing your hips and tugging you down onto his face, smashing your pussy against his mouth.

“so yummy.” rafe says against your cunt, tongue flicking out and swiping through your folds.

you grab the headboard tightly with one hand, moving your other hand to rafes head, missing the long strands that you used to grab onto, but he looks so handsome with the buzzcut you can’t find it within yourself to be mad.

rafes lip wraps around your clit, sucking while your juices soak his chin and face, his hands keeping you pushed down, not even caring about getting air as his kisses over your clit.

“fuck, your mouth is so good.” you moan, tilting your head back. you reach up to undo your bun, letting your hair fall around your shoulder as rafe mouth lowers, tongue pressing against your hole.

rafe buries his tongue in your entrance, flicking the tip over your walls as you grind down, your clit rubbing over his nose while he obediently eats you out. you grab the hem of your tank top, tugging it off and tossing it away as your body starts to heat, needing to get naked even if your boyfriend is completely clothed underneath you.

you take your bra off next, gripping your tits with both hands as you undulate your hips, circling around his tongue still stuck inside your hole while the tip of his nose brushes your clit with every movement.

“how long were you thinking about this, huh?” rafe asks when he pulls his mouth away, purely to tease you. “thinking about sitting on my face while i was talking with barry.”

“the whole time.” you admit, pushing rafes face back into your cunt, letting out a squeal when his teeth graze your clit before his tongue soothes over it, licking wide stripes over your folds. “not my fault you looked so hot.”

you can feel rafe smile briefly before going back to eating you out, tongue occasionally dipping into your hole, but mostly focusing on your clit.

“close.” you admit, grinding down. “so close, keep going, please.” you whine, letting your head fall backwards as you moan, not caring that it’s so loud barry might be able to hear it on the balcony outside.

“cum for me.” rafe says before sucking at your clit, pushing his tongue against your skin so intensely it’s like he’s trying to bury it inside of you. you cry out, back arching as you cum, wetness spreading over rafes face as he licks you through your orgasm, feeling the pulsing of your clit underneath his tongue.

you fall to the side, unable to hold your body up any longer. rafe wipes his chin before rearranging your pliable body, too tired to even move yourself as rafe gets your head onto the pillows. he works the blankets out from underneath you before draping them over your body to make sure you don’t get cold as you cool down from your orgasm.

“wait, rafey, i want your cock.” you complain. you may be exhausted from the intense orgasm, but that doesn’t change your need to have him stretching you out.

“okay, okay.” rafe kisses your forehead before sliding off the bed. “while you nap-” rafe undresses quickly, revealing his hard cock to you, already fully erect from eating you out. “you can cockwarm me.”

you hum out happily as your eyes flutter closed as rafe gets back into bed, pulling you close as the blankets drape around your bodies. you sling one leg over rafes hips, giving him easy access to your soaked cunt as he lines his cock up before helping you slide down.

“so tight and warm for me baby, good girl.” rafe coos, pushing your hair out of your face before kissing your nose, his eyes closing as well before yawning, most likely as a result of staying up too late partying the night before.

it doesn’t take long before both of you fall asleep, legs tangled together while your bodies are joined.

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[jifloulette]

reo brainrot is plaguing my mind so here's some short bf hcs !!!!!

note ; oh my god this was rotting in my drafts since NOVEMBER. finally got the energy to finish the last one my gosh..

bf reo mikage whose mood completely depends on yours !

his classmates find it silly how you could be sitting on your chair feeling down because of a low test score you got and reo would be there beside you, seemingly sad too, but because of what?? he got an A+ on the same test after all..? his family finds it relieving to see reo smiling beamingly whenever you're smiling, you wouldn't even be smiling directly at him yet he'd still look gleeful! his teammates find it weird how reo could be mad at them, yelling and yelling, shouting and shouting, reminding them to play properly and get their act together and then you come in unannounced with a box of cookies and that same smile reo adores, suddenly his eyes light up and he's squealing when you come closer to him as if he just didn't swear the living shit out of his teammates. if reo could do cartwheels and frontflips, he would've done those on the way to you because he is just so madly in love with youuuuu!!!!

bf reo mikage who absolutely loves hearing go on and on and on about your day !

he especially loves it more when you're spilling tea about people from your class. i mean yeah he knows it's bad but he can't help it? the way you're so focused on telling him an almost 3 minute gossip about this one girl in your history class is all he needs to just lay there on bed with you as he caresses your hair. those moments seldom happen, it usually has you having him lay on your chest while you talk about the funny incident at math class where your teacher forgot about the quiz that was supposed to be taken today and how you got 2 drinks from the vending machine instead of one because you had stumbled over air and hit the machine harshly which caused another drink to fall down. oh and he sees your eyes glimmer up and how you almost always run out of breath because you just have so much to tell him! even if he's always clinging to you either by interlocking arms or grabbing your waist, you'll always have some stories to ramble that even he doesn't know off!

bf reo mikage who impulsively buys anything he sees in stores that remind you of him !

it's a bad habit of his but is it really that bad when he gets to feel you embrace him when he shows you the new matching keychains he bought the two of you? though you tend to scold him for spoiling you rotten, nothing will ever stop him from buying you gifts and trinkets because that's his love language! passing by popmart and sees the mofusand hippers? automatically buys FIVE because he thought they looked like you whenever you were zoning out which is a telltale sign that you badly needed reo to give you a piggyback ride home, not that he minded it though. he's scrolling through facebook and an ad for a jacket pops up? he's already buying two versions, one for you and one for him so that you guys can match! reo def gets offended when you ask him how much they cost and that you'll pay him back because he is your BOYFRIENDDD, he will buy those gifts with NO intention of getting something back.

bf reo mikage who lets you do all sorts of hairstyles on him !

he will also proudly show it off when you guys are at school too, he could care less about what other people think because why would he? his s/o did that hairstyle for him so why should he be ashamed? you would see a cute hairstyle post whilst scrolling through Tiktok and wanted to try it out, but before doing it on you, what better way to see if it was cute by trying it out on your boyfriend? reo wouldn't even try to say no because he wouldn't mind it at all, plus it was a good way to spend time with you. you would let him hold your phone as you try to follow the steps in the video as quickly yet properly as you can. after a few mistakes and redos, you had finished the look and dare you say, it may fit him better than you.. reo looked really good even though the hairstyle was a bit on the feminine side. he'd keep it on for the entire day, not caring or doing anything when the teachers tell him to take it off (rich boy privileges LMAO) oh and later on, you'd also put pins and hairclips on him too! the ones that matched his hair and eyes! this would also be a frequent sleepover activity the two of you do, reo would set up a space in his room dedicated to THIS specific thing!!!

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[pomefioredove]

having a crush on you

summary: how they would act having a crush on you type of post: headcanons characters: pomefiore (vil, rook, epel) additional info: reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, rook is rook, not proofread, hi I'm insane and I love pining, I NEED to write another fic but with rook. might write this same prompt with other dorms

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

don't take his calm and collected facade as apathy

he's slowly losing his mind about this

"pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself, falling asleep thinking about you" kind of losing his mind

it's my personal belief that Vil hasn't been in love before this

hasn't even really thought about it

so when you enter the picture it kinda throws him off balance

and with the exception of Rook, no one can even tell

he is an actor, after all, he can play the part of "totally platonic friends with room for Jesus"

(maybe a little too well)

but Vil isn't entirely emotionally repressed

he keeps things to himself, yes, but he's quite conscious of his own wants and needs

so when he realizes he's been craving your presence more than usual he does acknowledge it

in his head

and then does nothing about it for months

...what? he's busy

things like this can wait for him, and he doesn't want to put a rift between you two in case it might be a passing feeling

well... it doesn't pass

he becomes keenly aware of how much he wants you around him, how much he thinks about you, how much your very presence is enough to make him happier than he's ever... really felt

and you know what?

he is totally cool about it.

just kidding. he drives himself insane trying to think of the perfect way to confess, something that will impress you and meet his standards

he's dropping hints left and right and you don't seem to be picking any of them up

which again, just makes him crazy

(some days he really wants to ask you how oblivious one person can be, but he restrains himself)

I mean, how many times can he send you red tulips before you finally get the hint? he's practically spelling it out for you!

there is... a tiny, little part of him that worries you don't reciprocate

is he not your type? are you interested in someone else? perhaps he'd been too harsh on you, after all...

the fact that one little potato can make him so worried absolutely drives him mad

he is the vision of poise and grace and you are ruining him

and this sort of mood comes and goes in waves

just when he thinks he's pulled himself back together, you'll smile at him or say something cute and suddenly he's back to square one

(you're so adorable it's annoying -_-)

while he's sorting out a good way to express his feelings properly, he'll be spending all his free time with you

you need some new things? he'll be glad to take you shopping

you came over to see Epel? oh, well, he's not here, but you should stay for some tea, anyway!

your afternoon is free? he has some new lip gloss he's been dying to test out...

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

contrary to popular belief, I don't think Rook would be so open about it

he still compliments you, of course, and sings praises of your beauty and elegance, and has little regard for personal space, as always

but he's like that with a lot of people, so it's hard to really tell when he likes someone

the truth of the matter is that Rook Hunt can be just as reserved with his feelings as anyone else

when he really, really likes someone, he keeps it to himself

why?

he's hunting you he's learning more about you before making his true feelings known

he feels it's necessary to have an adequate amount of information on his target before making a move, after all

for reference: you catch his eye at orientation, and do not have a single conversation with him until after winter break

(of course, after that, you start mysteriously running into him everywhere)

is he kinda weird about it? uh. yeah.

this is Rook we're talking about

on the other hand, he's completely lovesick about you and it's almost cute

he's definitely the type to write your initials in a journal with a glitter pen while kicking his feet back and forth and giggling

seeing if you would sound better with his last name or he with yours...

definitely has a very weird photo collection of you somewhere in his room

along with stacks of poems, pressed flowers, and little gifts he intends to give you once he's won you over

(when, not if. Rook is nothing if not patient)

you may find a rose left outside Ramshackle every so often

or a few cans of tuna for Grim

all while acting like the same old eccentric Rook, no discernable difference

except when you can feel his eyes on you at random places in the middle of the day

Ace and Deuce call you paranoid but you can't shake the feeling

though, every once in a while he'll get a little grumpy

Rook is easily jealous, and while that sort of possessiveness never extended to untouchable idols like Vil and Neige, he's already decided that you're his prey

and he'd kindly ask everyone else to find their own, thank you

he hasn't exactly planned the confession yet, but just know it's probably going to be the sweetest and craziest you've ever heard

𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫

first of all he's going to fight you for making him like you so much

second of all he's going to beg for a chance

maybe not in that exact order

Epel is constantly at war with his own emotions and having romance thrown in the mix is. uh. not optimal

not only does it ruin the stoic, strong male persona he's been trying to build, but it's also making him feel all soft and gushy

suddenly he cares about looking nice

(much to Vil's approval)

and now he wants to do nice things for you?

he's gonna bite you

how dare you make him think about kissing and holding hands!

don't you know he's supposed to be above all this romantic stuff? what is he, Rook?!

then, after his initial temper tantrum, he starts coping. hard.

he might be able to stomach the idea of being an item if he gets to wear the pants in the relationship

...yeah, right? right.

if you let him be the man, if you let him protect you...

he might be okay with it!

obviously he starts trying to show off his manly strength (seriously) every time he sees you

starts making comments about how tough practice was on him

will literally never let anyone else carry anything for you ever again

he even provides for you (in payments of apple juice)

obviously this backfires 'cause the second you do something that gives him butterflies he's back to giggling

(you'll have to ease him into the idea of being soft and romantic together, but he'll get there)

but, to his credit, he'd be the first out of all the above to confess

super suddenly and out of nowhere (and he ends up shouting it cause he didn't want to sound chicken) but it's sweet in its own way

[scribbledswans]

could yuo possibly make.... uuhhh..... shedletsky x healer reader like where the reader bandages up shedletskys wounds they shed on my let till i sky

yea sure

it'll happen again.

Shedletsky finds himself yearning for your touch often, even when your hands are pressing gauze against his chest to stop the bleeding.

Warnings: Percieved one-sided pining / percieved unreciprocated emotions

this work is also up on ao3

"It's like you're TRYING to get yourself hurt!" You scold quietly, stitching up a laceration on your companion's side.

Shedletsky monumentally whiffed a stun on Jason earlier that evening, and recieved a punishing gash from said killer's machete. He listens to you lecture him on how he shouldn't be stunning unless its absolutely necessary, how resource intensive caring for wounds is, the likes. He absolutely would not say it to your face, but as much as you scold him and maybe even handle him a little harshly, he finds your worrying cute. One could say he DOES get hurt on purpose, just so you can patch him up.

A sharp poke into his side rips him out of his admiration of you with a yelp, a quickly mumbles apology falling instinctively from your lips as you close the stitch. Then it's on to gauze and the likes, making sure the stitches are stable before wrapping him up.

He honestly hates getting wounded like this. It's seriously humiliating! Even then, the closeness of being cared for... the intimacy of this, even, is enough for him to not really care. You rolling up his shirt, hands on his chest, carefully nursing the wounds that bring him to you– It's intoxicating, and he develops addictions easily.

Hell, you look hot when you're mad, too.

By the time you had finished wrapping him up and making sure the bandages were secure, Shedletsky had come to several jarring realizations about himself, not noticing your silence. You tap lightly on his shoulder, bringing him out of his head.

"You're all done. I keep telling you to be careful." You say, pointedly.

Shedletsky rubs the back of his neck thoughtlessly, "I'm sorry. It'll probably happen again."

You sigh, turning to leave the room when he grabs your wrist. The act startles you so badly that you turn to punch him, barely managing to stop your fist from meeting his jaw. He flinches, giving you an apologetic smile and beckoning you to come sit on the bed with him. You frown.

"Elliot still needs to be patched up,. Later"

"But—"

"I promise we'll talk after, okay? I'll be back. Hang tight." You say, heading out the door quickly with your medkit.

Shedletsky stares as the empty doorframe where you left, a strange coldness calcifying in his chest. He knows it has to be done, but so much of him selfishly wants to have you alone. You're always so busy bouncing between the other survivors, making sure their wounds are properly addressed and treated, it's only natural. That selfish part of him aches for a private moment that isn't just a medical visit, Another part yearning to feel your hands against his body in a way meant only for him.

He swallows down his desperation to feel any part of you at all. It sits heavy in his stomach with the jealousy he feels when he hears you laugh in the other room.

Winded by his own thoughts, he leans back on the bed beneath him, staring at the ceiling as though it were the most interesting thing in the universe.

[obsesssedblerd]

being the jjk villains' favorite 🖤🩸

incl: toji x f! reader, geto x f! reader, and sukuna x f! reader

smut under the cut [MDNI]

toji knew that you were tracking him long before you even found him. he was dangerously good at what he did. usually, he'd kill anyone that even dared to track him down, but oh, you were so pretty. he had to have you. within a few days, he let you find him at a bar. he had to bite back his chuckle at how excitement glimmered in your eyes. you truly believed that you, a beginner assassin, were going to be the one to catch and kill toji fushiguro. fuck, you were so cute.

he spent the entire night flirting with you, obsessing over how you slightly fumbled over your words and tried hard to hide how flustered you were. he could tell that you were attracted to him, especially with the way you were gently pressing your thighs together. eventually, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, "you can either continue with your hopeless plan to kill me," he enjoys the small gasp you let out when he reveals that he knew what you were up to the whole time. "or you can come find me later so i can help you with your little problem. your choice, doll."

that's how you ended up against the wall of his place with your legs wrapped around him, crying out his name as you cum on his cock multiple times. he mocks your whines, degrading you as he savagely thrusts into you. "dumb slut. can't even focus on your job 'cause all you were thinkin' about was getting your pussy filled. wouldn't be surprised if this was your plan all along." when you figure out that he's about to cum, you sink down to your knees, looking up at him expectantly as you stick your tongue out. "attagirl," he praises as he strokes himself. "didn't even have to tell you." he cums in your mouth with a grunt, and you swallow every drop, despite your body still trembling from all of your recent orgasms. "oh, you're filthy, i like you," he chuckles as he grabs your chin. "think 'm gonna keep you, doll."

---

suguru knew that it if he wanted all you, he'd have to change your mind first. despite him stealing you from jujutsu society and keeping you close, you were so stubborn; so deeply committed to saving non-sorcerers. that's okay. he was patient. he'd change your mind, and he was excited to do so. (one of my fav hcs is that he has a corruption kink.) he knew that you loved him, and he intended to use that to his advantage.

every time you begin to snap at him for killing non-sorcerers, he would just interrupt you with a small kiss. it's feather-light, but enough to fluster you and stop your mind from working properly. then he'd gently push you back so you were lying underneath him, giving you an easy smile. "aw, my love, did i make you upset?" of course, he doesn't care about the monkeys that he's killed. he only cares about you. before you know it, he's tugging your pants down and spreading your thighs, his thick fingers rubbing where he knows you're sensitive. his smile grows when you begin to moan. "there you go. let me make it all better, yeah?" getting you to forget what you were mad at him about was too easy.

soon, he's fucking you deep, whispering every filthy, depraved thought in your ear as he does. how he's not gonna stop what he's doing, how beautiful you are completely ruined underneath him, and how he's never ever letting you go. he chuckles when your body twitches, and your pussy begins to flutter around his cock, eventually making a wet mess on the sheets. "aw, did that make you cum? i knew it would." he puts two of his fingers in your mouth, and you suck without a word. "you're not actually upset about those monkeys. you just needed me to fuck you, didn't you?" satisfaction rushes through him when you nod, too fucked out to protest like you did earlier.

when he cums, it's deep inside of you, with his hand against your tummy. he imagines it swelling with the child you'll give him once he's finished creating the perfect world.

---

sukuna wanted you from the moment he saw you through itadori's eyes, and his blood would boil each time he saw you wrapped in satoru gojo's arms. the first night he fought with you, he had you pinned to the ground, and he whispered in your ear that you'd be his eventually and that he'll devour you once he gets rid of gojo. he enjoyed the way you'd blush anytime he teased you with flirtatious and sometimes lewd comments.

the day he does get his hands on you, he keeps every filthy promise he made. he makes you cum within two minutes with his fingers, then makes a mess out of you with his tongue. with four arms, it's so easy to hold you down and maneuver you into any position he wanted. "you've cum four times already, and i haven't even cum once," he says, watching your breasts bounce deliciously with each thrust as he fucks you. "such a greedy little thing, aren't you?"

he makes you watch your reflection in the large mirrors he takes you in front of so you could see how beautiful you are when you're all fucked out. if he's not showing you off to audiences in lavish clothes and jewelry, then he's fucking you in front of them, enjoying their jealous stares. every sorcerer and every curse on the planet will know that you belong to sukuna.

[brights-place]

You write for so many fandoms! I don't even know what to request! I'm so excited! Your blog is so beautiful!

Can I request a fanfic with Jade Leech or Kokonoi Hajime (my favorite boys 🥺) with a cute and innocent reader? Reader loves wearing bows and wearing cute things, besides being very innocent and naive.

Can you make it NSFW too? Thank you very much for your attention! Have a great day! Sorry for my English, it's not my first language.

[TWST & TR] Jade & Kokonoi x Reader (separate) Warnings: Smut, NSFW!!, shibari, Gagging, Praise, Masochisim, Corruption, cursing, Dacryphilia, Cream pie and Dumbification

A/N: I can see a repeat of your taste in men gaalaxy and ngl I agree with your taste in men personally I love the kawata twins I think that also explains why I like the leech twins... Heads up BTW!! I cannot control if minors read this or not or if your un-comfy with smut don't read this I do not recommend if you do not enjoy these topics and if you IGNORE my authors note and my simple instruction to click off this tumblr post and get mad at me if you don't like it I will tell you off for not READING a basic instruction from my typed out words. I write smut I write angst I write fluff I write what you request because I enjoy it so if you get mad I will shake my filipino fist telling you "TO GET OFF MY BLOG" like an old white man now ENJOY if you still wanna proceed

Summary: Jade Leech & Kokonoi Hajime with a cute and innocent reader? Reader loves wearing bows and wearing cute things, besides being very innocent and naive.

Jade Leech

- Jade is kind of interesting to write for smut because he may seem sweet yet we all know that its cannon he's much more... interesting then floyd in aspects probably enjoys to toy with you - Jade finds you such an easy target to pester to toy with - He finds you fun to use but if you don't suffice he'd probably throw you away like floyd does when he has his fill of well you - but so far that hasn't happened he's to pussy drunk on having you sobbing infront of him body tied by the red shibari that clings to your body - Seeing your tears streaming down your face but not in pain most likely lust while he makes sure to position you properly and also keep the good view of the tears that come from him overstimulating you - He loves seeing your cute outfits as you both would be standing beside each other so Innocent anything could be happening and you two aren't phased but you'd know jade would be taking you somewhere hidden lifting you up and ripping your cute skirt and taking out your ribbons to tie your hands and/or legs together - Azul would be telling you to do something and jade would be always hovering around making sure your alright - Jade likes to help fix your appearance later on just to ruin it when you go to his and floyd's shared bedroom - He looks well maintained and calm but this man is a FREAK caling you pet names praising you while he dry humps you over your vanity when you try to put on your makeup and do your hair - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he praises you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways how you grab anything you could hold onto before gagging you with his dick before you get too loud he wouldn't want Azul to hear nor Floyd he'd just like to keep you for himself for now - To continue with the shibari Bondadge he enjoys watching your body wrapped by it held back restraining you as he feels more in control in these situations doesn't matter if he sees it touch the rolls of your stomach cling to your V line your thighs squished and getting slight marks he just enjoys seeing you in such a state - Eels know everything is fair game as they bite with enormous force so imagine him biting you harshly to keep his grunts quiet as he fucks into you clawing into your skin - Jade is content to wrap himself around your body muttering things to your ears enjoys and tells you how you'll make a wet, warm, soft hole for breeding pressing his hand on your stomach. - His dick is prehensile and he can wrap himself around you swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his cock continuously pounds into you - Though he can't help but smirk sometimes when he sees your ribbons come undone if he feels like it he'll let you wrap the ribbon around his ahem... baggage - Enjoys the added texture this comes in with an extra for his love for ropes, ribbons, and other types of restraints - When he bites into your neck and shoulders to make his claim on you don't worry most morays bites aren't venomous and even if they are you have him to care for you - He is able to treat them but he had to get you to Professor Crewel to hep you for a bit of a too deep of a bite from one night where you both got TOO into it

Kokonoi Hajime

- Kokonoi is kinks aren't bad nor are they good it's more like I'll see what makes you squirm more - Think he'd love to fuck you till you go dumb thats where the dumbification kink comes from - loves fucking you until you're so dick drunk that all you can think about his him and his dick pulvarizing you - He wants you to love his cock so much that you're bending over and spreading yourself open for him with hearts in your eyes when he gives you a certain look - No thoughts head empty and focusing mostly on him and his cum that will be shoved deep into you every time it tries to spill out - He loves whenever you wear cute lacy white underwear and bra he loves the thoughts of corrupting you with impurity - Your so Innocent so Naive and such an easy fucking target for him to fill up and grab by the hips to bounce on his dick - LOVES when you beg for him to eat you out more tugging his hair as his snake like tongue drags through your pussy as he enjoys lapping his tongue - he can’t fucking stand it when you just sit there look pretty so he makes sure to make your pretty little dressed up self is using yourself properly - Kokonoi bites his lip as he would be gripping your thighs panting heavily flushed face staring down to your messy and dishevel appearance - It’s really rare for Koko to have any sort of down time, but when he finally does, he spends it with you - Kokonoi has always bought your cute outfits little ribbons and enjoys stuffing your body as he fills you up as you thank him for whatever he buys you - this man will wave you off and tells you Go get your nails and hair done all pretty for me and use my card to go and buy a new outfit and shoes maybe some ribbons for him to ruin you in - He loves to buy you those cute short ass dresses you’re obsessed with just so he can see that little glint of joy in your eyes as he then fucks into you later that night like a drunk man - Kokonoi likes sticking his tongue out at people and it being the same tongue that was lapping at your wet folds the night before as you were gone dead numb in your mind sobbing as he can't help but get into it more - Leaves hickies and bite marks onto your body as he smiles sometimes wrapping the ribbons around your body lifting them up to left hickies or bite marks there - he loves seeing you get messed up and gagged by his hands as he enjoys seeing the bliss on your face as if its the only thing he can enjoy yet he does get annoyed when some moments get messed up when he's called to go gang activities

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