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dixons-sunshine · 1 day ago
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Sweet Dreams ‘Til Sunbeams Find You | Young!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
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Summary: While being wide awake at 4am, you took the opportunity to admire your sleeping boyfriend. In the midst of it, he did something you had yet to see—well, her—him do, and it was the cutest thing to you.
Genre: Fluff.
This is part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe, but can be read as a standalone.
Warnings: Some allusions to Daryl’s home life, nothing else otherwise.
Word count: 1k.
A/N: My babies! It’s been so long since I’ve written for them. This was requested by @mayday2007. I hope y’all like this!
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There was no reason to be awake. It was barely after four in the morning, the crickets still chirping outside the window of your small bedroom. The moon was still shining brightly, the stars were still twinkling merrily, and absolutely nobody was awake at that hour.
Well, almost nobody.
You sighed softly as you stared up at the ceiling, cursing whatever deity decided that you would not be able to stay asleep past three o’clock that morning. It was not like you had gone to bed early the previous night. Quite the contrary, you had gone to bed later than usual, yet despite that, you had awoke at an ungodly hour. And when you had tried to sleep further, your brain had decided against it.
So there you were, wide awake, completely bored out of your mind, but you refused to move. No matter how much your bladder would soon beg you to relieve it, or how much the sound of watching some movie in the living room sounded appealing, you would not move. Not until your boyfriend moved from your chest himself.
At the thought of the Dixon boy, you lowered your gaze from the ceiling to look at your dirty blonde-haired boyfriend. He was sound asleep, his head resting on your chest, his legs intertwined with yours as he laid more on top of you than on the bed, one of his arms lazily wrapped around you. His breathing was steady, his face relaxed and free of any frown lines. It was a sight you truly treasured, your heart warming at the fact that he felt comfortable enough to be so vulnerable with you.
You still could not believe how lucky you had gotten with him. Daryl Dixon was amazing to you. The boy you had known since you were merely twelve years old, your best friend turned boyfriend. He was not necessarily everybody’s cup of tea, but he was your’s. He had his flaws, but he also had his strengths. You loved him despite everything. Because of everything.
You brought one of your hands to thread your fingers through his hair. The boy mumbled something incoherent in his sleep and tightened his grip around you, burying his face deeper into your chest. The action made you smile. You were practically Daryl’s human teddy bear at that moment, and you loved it.
You pressed a soft, tender kiss to the top of his head, before leaning your head back against the pillows. You closed your eyes and thought about nothing in particular, trying to distract your mind enough so that you could hopefully slip back into the comforting depths of sleep. If even just for a few hours, it would be amazing.
A soft snore sounded from Daryl. The sudden, unexpected sound caught you off guard. You could not help the fit of giggles that erupted from your chest. You tried to stop it. You really did, but your attempts were futile.
The shaking of your body woke Daryl. He groaned and raised his head, his eyes squinting as he tried to focus. He could just barely make out your features in the relatively dark room, only being somewhat illuminated by the natural light of the moon.
“What?” was all Daryl managed to utter, his voice gruff and laced with sleep. The confusion was evident on his face, and he looked absolutely adorable to you.
“Nothing,” you began softly. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.”
Daryl shook his head and lowered it back to your chest. “S’alright,” he yawned. He blinked a couple of times to clear his mind of the fogginess. “Why were ya laughin’?”
It was your turn to shake your head. “It’s nothing.”
“Mhm,” Daryl hummed, clearly not believing your little lie. “You think m’stupid? That I don’t know ya better than that?” he joked, playfully pinching your side.
You laughed and jerked away from the ticklish feeling. “You really wanna know?”
“Wouldn’t’a asked if I didn’t,” he retorted, raising his head to look at you again.
You smiled at him. “You have the cutest snores.”
Your boyfriend groaned and dropped his head once again. “Shit. You heard me snore?”
“I did,” you confirmed, bringing a hand to brush through his hair. “It was adorable.”
“Ain’t adorable,” he scoffed, although he could not help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You’re just sayin’ it to spare my feelin’s.”
“I swear I’m not,” you promised him. “No lies, right? Even about little things?”
Daryl nodded slowly as you reminded him of the promise the two of you had made when you were fourteen. It had been made roughly a week after he had first made you aware of his home life. You still held him to that, even almost five years later.
“Right,” he mumbled, his words being punctuated with another yawn.
You smiled softly at him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Go back to sleep. It’s late… or is it early?” you wondered aloud, before stopping yourself from the rabbit hole you would descend into if you kept thinking about it. “Doesn’t matter. Just go back to sleep, okay?”
“What ‘bout you?” your boyfriend inquired, his eyes already closed as slumber tugged at the back of his eyelids.
“I’ll try to get a couple of more hours too,” you reassured him, touched by his considerateness. “Now get some more sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. This time when the sun is up.”
“Alright.”
After a few minutes, Daryl’s soft snores emitted through the air once more. The sound brought a strange sense of comfort to you. You closed your eyes and made yourself comfortable against the pillows, intending to keep your promise to the Dixon boy. Surprisingly, sleep came easier that time around.
You sighed and let your body relax underneath the comforting weight of your boyfriend’s body. Right before you allowed yourself to drift off, you pressed one final kiss to Daryl’s head. “Sweet dreams.”
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starz-bee · 8 hours ago
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I just finished watching Good Omens season 2 with my Dad who is slightly homophobic, and his reaction to the final fifteen was a bit confusing?? This might be a little long sorry :)
When Crowley was doing his little speech, my dad was confused and was asking me what he was talking about. When the kiss happened my dad told me "Oh my god, he (Crowley) did not just do that" and after the "I forgive you" he said he understood why Aziraphale would leave Crowley and he asked me why I thought it was sad, and which I told him that they both love eachother and now Aziraphale had to leave.
And this guy really said "You mean they love eachother as friends, right? Because Aziraphale is not gay, like I didn't get the impression they loved each other like THAT" but basically he thinks that it was Crowley's fault that Aziraphale left since he kissed Aziraphale when - according to him - Aziraphale doesn't love Crowley like that.
He also got angry when I tried to convince him otherwise sooo yeah :,)
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clownakai · 2 days ago
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Omg okay 💚 yay 💚
Rough ideas I'd love to include somehow, in no particular order:
Technically, Akai is already an engineer. That's what he chose to study in the USA so he'd meet the requirements to apply for the FBI
Subaru has to be good but not that good or he'll be noticed and his cover will no longer be inconspicuous. This means he has to actively make an effort to not let out that he already knows the curriculum. He fails at this by doing things like infodumping to other people about a subject he just failed an exam on
Akai actually likes engineering and for some reason he gets an actual thesis idea. Of course he starts writing it. Because he's an idiot (and also it's an excuse to spend more time at the library on campus which is coincidentally where Araide also spends a lot of time)
At some point he takes to wearing his Engineer's Ring and people are like ??????? and even though the ring is on his pinky they ask him "wtf Okiya-san are you married" and Akai goes "yeah to my work"
One time he sees a student try and fail to get something from the vending machines until she gives up, going "asshole ate my money... my protein...." and then coming to sit right across from him and Araide and getting into a lovely discussion about sea bunnies with the latter
He arrives late/misses so many exams with so much consistency that an automatic message is sent to his student e-mail about it. Unfortunately for Akai, Jodie is the one now keeping track of everything so she also sees the e-mail. She immediately realizes that this is eerily similar to when she and Shuu were still students in the States (for timeline reasons, mainly irl FBI stuff, Jodie is the same age as Akai in basically all of my AUs) and he used to also miss/arrive late to his exams bc he was too busy snogging her. This is how she concludes that Shuu must be snogging someone instead of taking his goddamn exams
Akai comes back to the Kudous' one day only to find Jodie already in the house and as soon as she sees him she goes "Shuu why did you miss three out of four exams" and Akai goes "I was. Otherwise occupied" and she says "are you kissing someone instead of taking your exams" and Akai goes "alright it was nice seeing you goodbye"
Araide isn't technically supposed to know about Okiya's real identity. But also he isn't stupid. And kissing latex isn't what he's here for. So one day he just goes for it like "hey when can I kiss your real face. The latex is getting old" and Akai almost chokes
Jodie refuses to give up on the Shuu is snogging people theory so she starts sending random guesses to him at 3am until he cracks (sleep deprivation won once again). And then Jodie's like. Shuu you know ily but are you fucking stupid we're supposed to be keeping that guy away from anything that can possibly tie back into BO business. What if your cover gets blown. And Akai just goes 🤷 (the power of love and whimsy. And clownery)
I'm ngl this year's resolution is probably going to be writing the delightful Araide/Okiya AU
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ickypuppi3 · 2 years ago
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i do think it’s funny how, canonically, billy is kinda shitty at flirting and has the most god awful pick up lines but it just works for him because he’s pretty
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bachirasbodyguard · 2 years ago
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Shoutout to one of my favorite Blue Lock beefs. No cunning, no grace, no restraint with these two. Just throwing hands ON SIGHT. God bless.
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also shoutout to Shidou for being the only person who actually makes Rin lose his composure like that (and so easily too). king
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((this post by @bluelock-textposts inspired me))
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danielnelsen · 3 months ago
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so if you romance and ascend astarion you can kick him in the balls when he tries to turn you and it’s just very funny, he’s so pissy about it. so much for the most powerful vampire of all time or whatever, he stamps around like a toddler and then leaves forever
#i’m glad i saved before that choice so i can go through all the scenes i wouldn’t have got otherwise#(‘that choice’ meaning ascension)#im Fascinated by a whole bunch of stuff if you ascend him#like if you succeed on the detect thoughts (or maybe insight i forget) before he turns you to see what he think of you#it says something like ‘he will always see you as degrading yourself while you choose to be with him’ which is just BONKERS INSANE#like not confusing or anything. just wild to include. in a good way; like yeah of course that’s how he feels#and then the narrator follows it up with something like ‘but isn’t that what you want?’#like i’m glad they do actually try to impress upon you how fucked this dynamic is. they’re not trying to make you think it’s a good outcome#(i know there’s discourse about this and it’s very annoying)#(people who are like ‘actually it’s romantic and kinky’ uhh 😬)#(but then people who are like ‘how can anyone think this is ok’ and direct that towards anyone who enjoys playing it)#(like no it’s fun and genuinely interesting and i can see the appeal. just not when it comes to analysing the relationship)#(most people are aware that this is a bad dynamic they’re just playing a game chill out)#(like when i said 😬 about it being romantic/kinky i mean that from the perspective of analysing the story not personal enjoyment)#(anyway. moving on)#like i did that specific bit of dialogue probably a month or more ago and only once (because the test was really hard)#and it’s been creeping around in my head ever since. i love it lmao#i saw a video of that kiss where he makes you kneel a while ago and didn’t quite believe it was a real thing#but no it’s one of his actual default kisses. amazing#like i’m definitely gonna do a playthrough where i get everyone to make the power-hungry soul-destroying choices#and i might have to romance astarion again for that one because he definitely seems to have the most bad-decision relationship content#although he has the most relationship content full stop so it’s not surprising#but i think that’s the only one that notably changes your character during the playthrough rather than just the epilogue#personal#ash plays bg3
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nbstevonnie · 1 year ago
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only you - good film
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suguann · 11 months ago
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Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 
"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”
The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.
"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.
Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.
He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.
"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”
You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.
Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.
His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”
Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.
“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.
Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.
Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 
“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”
Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.
“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”
Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.
Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"
You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 
"Ah, fuck—b-but–"
Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 
"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.
Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.
He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."
The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”
Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.
Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.
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hiraethwrote · 5 months ago
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Nanami is more of a listener than a talker, and would happily listen to you ramble on and on about anything that would pop into your mind. And no matter how little it really concerns him, he’ll always pay attention to when you explain something so enthusiastically — even if it’s a silly internet trend or drama.
Nanami is definitely not the guy to have TikTok, but would on occasion lift his attention from his book when you’re both laying in bed to quietly watch along for a few minutes.
Nanami is not the type of guy to really form any defining opinion on said internet controversies — except the videos of grooms disrespecting their brides at the alter in their vows. When you tell him about the men who only spew vulgar statements to their future wives, you witness Nanami get incredibly angry, going on a long and serious tangent about how these boys are immature and have no business getting married at all.
Nanami is the type of guy who would spontaneously pull you out of the chair in the calm hours of the evening to slow dance with you around the living room. Sometimes he’d put on some calm and beautiful melodies to play in the background, but sometimes he would just slow waltz without the music, casual chatter filling the void instead.
Nanami is the type of guy who’d pull your feet in his lap to massage them after a long day, without you asking for it.
Nanami is the type of guy who looooves to cook for you, and he does it as often as he possibly can. And when he does, he loves to feed you small bites during the process for you to taste everything.
Nanami is, of course, a respectable man — meaning he doesn’t engage all that much in pda. But he’ll happily walk beside you with your fingers intertwined with his, or he’ll have a tender hand on the small of your back to guide you when has to let go.
Nanami however, has one physical need and that is kissing the back of your hand, which he will do wherever and whenever. Walking the grocery store; lift your hand to his lips. Meeting up for lunch; lift your hand to his lips. Waiting in line for a restaurant; lift your hand to his lips.
Nanami is the type of guy that would love being a girl’s dad. It would be the highlight of his day to come home from work, only to squeeze into one of her small chairs in her bedroom and would put on the most convincing act of sipping tea from the empty cup, a pretty tiara at the very top of his head.
Nanami is the type of guy who would love planning the wedding along with you. He hates the idea of loading all the responsibility on the bride, because he wants to celebrate your love just as much as you do.
Nanami is the type of guy, who once he falls in love, he’s settled.
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gay-dorito-dust · 9 months ago
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Would they or would they not catch you…
Dick: yes. 100% yes but he’s -no pun intended- a little bit of a teasing dick about it.
He will catch you but then act as though he’s going to drop you by loosening his grip, making you scream out of surprise and cling onto him tighter, all the while beaming that bright and beautiful smile of his as though he wasn’t about to willingly let you fall flat on your ass on multiple occasions.
‘I fucking hate you!’ You whined, smacking Dick on the bicep.
‘Oh do you now?’ Dick inquires as he slowly begins to losses his grip on you, smirking.
‘Did I say hate you? I meant love you, a lot! Please don’t drop me.’ You cried as you tightened your grip on his neck whilst struggling to keep your feet from touching the floor. ‘Awww I love you too gorgeous.’ Dick coos as he pressed kisses into your face as you could only glare at the cheeky bastard.
You hate him sometimes but you weren’t going to complain about the affection you were being given. So you guess you’ll suffer for now.
Side note: he might even try and see if you can catch him. 💀
Jason: He will catch you but makes it a big deal whenever he can. He loves holding you in his arms.
He could keep you in his arms forever if he could but knew that he can’t, so he settles for going about his day carrying you throughout the apartment instead.
‘You can put down any day now.’ You’d tell him but that only makes Jason tighten his grip on you as he moved in his makeshift library for a book to read.
‘No.’ He simply replied, scouring the many book titles in front of him in the hopes that one might speak to him. You pout. ‘What do you mean no?’ Jason then looks at you and says. ‘No means no. As in no I will not put you down because I do as I like and will not be told otherwise, so the cutie currently in my arms has to deal with it.’ He then smiles as he presses a kiss to your forehead before looking back towards the bookshelves.
You end up falling asleep in his arms and Jason couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, even if you did look like the living dead.
Damian: says no but will in fact catch you without hesitation.
However if you do try to tease him about it, then he will drop you without a second thought. ‘You can catch yourself next time.’ He would say as he walks away, leaving you with a bruised ass. Titus -who saw the whole thing- would come up to you to make sure you weren’t genuinely hurt and encourage you to get up by nudging you with his head.
Don’t test him because he will do it and then act like the whole thing didn’t happen if you were to bring it up.
‘Dick.’ You’d say as you stood up.
‘I heard that.’ He’d call back, his voice echoing off the walls. ‘You were meant to.’ You reply. ‘And at least Titus came to check up on me to see if I wasn’t hurt.’ You’d add while scratching Titus behind the ear.
Needless to say you were more cautious when choosing Damian to catch you. However he does apologise for dropping you on your ass by gifting you something he himself drew by hand; He secretly doesn’t like it when you’re upset with him and will do anything to rectify it.
What a sweetheart.
Bruce: he’s too use to you pulling this type of shit that it’s basically muscle memory for him to catch you as you’re running towards him, all with a straight face mind you.
Be grateful because he risked a much needed bowl of Mulligatawny soup just to catch you in his arms, but then again the kisses you bombard his cheek is more than reward enough, a small almost missable smile appears on his lips as he then proceeds to carry you for the rest of the day as “punishment.”
( this only occurs when Bruce is feeling particularly affectionate or playful)
Much to your batkids -Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cass and Steph- dismay. They’d want to use this as blackmail, but they know that it will backfire as you’ll probably hang the photo on a wall somewhere in the manor, reminding them of how disgustingly their parents can be when given the opportunity.
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larphis · 1 year ago
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Me with:
“So I reckon, what makes at Ed happy is… you”
i will never be normal about the you wear fine things well scene. i will pause that shit five times and rewatch it again and again and rant at my screen about every single thought going on in ed's head and how fucking perfect the music and taika's acting are
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seungcheorry · 8 days ago
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thinking about mingyu, laid in bed with an arm behind his head and you on his shoulder as he tries to catch his breath after sex.
his skin is glowing, and the way his hair stucks to his damp forehead alone could make you lose your breath too. he closes his eyes for a minute, fighting the urge to just wrap you inside his arms and fall asleep because he knows he still has work to do - otherwise the sheets won't change itself.
but you can't help but touch him. your fingers slide down mingyu's bicep, nails slightly scratching his armpit as it goes down his skin, making him instinctively close his arm and yelp like a little kid.
"baby~", he whines, wide eyes looking down at you and a smile on his face. "it tickles!"
"i'm sorry", you laugh, resting your hand on his chest though, quietly noticing the way he gets goosebumps just by the simple touch.
mingyu turns a bit to his side, reaching down to kiss your forehead. his arm that is wrapped around your waist as you use his shoulder as a pillow brings you against him just a tiny bit too.
"are you feeling okay?", he whispers, smirking when you nod. "you feeling good?"
it's a bust for his ego, to know that you are satisfied and that he quite literally changed the chemicals of your brain all by himself.
"yeah", you whisper back when you feel him kiss your forehead again.
"great", and mingyu means it.
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crushmeeren · 4 months ago
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˚ · . ༉‧ ⋆ kiss me until my lips fall off.
┊͙ This song reminds of Katsuki is such an odd way, I can’t explain it and I will be taking no criticism of my nonsensical rambling about it, thank you. ꒦꒷ FEM READER ꒦꒷ (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
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Katsuki, no matter the circumstances, finds time to kiss you.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you when he arrives home late into the night after patrol.
The cicadas sing redundantly outside your window and the stars are the only guiding light in the otherwise pitch black sky. The hero presses a lingering, chaste kiss onto your cheek when he climbs under the blankets with you. He noses along your jaw affectionately, smoky voice quietly dancing in your ear with an “I love you pretty baby,” until you hum in your sleep and he tugs you into his chest.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you whenever you leave home.
He snatches your wrist as you pass by him in the hall, eyebrows pinched with agitation until you press your thumb between them and smooth it out. You rest your hands on either side of his neck and kiss him sweetly, lips meeting over and over until the tension bleeds from him. You pull back just to admire his softened features and the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you when you shower together.
Firm, calloused hands eagerly find your hips and press you into the opposite wall ruthlessly. His body is one long, lean line of muscle as he pushes to leave no space between you. Steam curls in the air while the spray hits his back and Katsuki kisses you as if he means to devour you, biting your bottom lip and letting his hot tongue slide against yours.
You give as good as you get, sinking your nails into his biceps until you almost draw blood, eating him alive until his cock thickens and twitches incessantly against your belly.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you when you need him as an anchor.
Whether it’s because he’s got you folded in half, thighs pressed to your chest and the only sensation you can hope to focus on is the delicious drag of his cock in and out of your pussy until you cry out his name and he swallows it — or because you’ve been sobbing as stress threatens to drown you and he kisses your forehead and holds you in his lap until the tears slow and your breathing evens out.
ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 Katsuki kisses you, because he loves you.
There are a million and one other reasons he does this, but you can be certain Katsuki will kiss you until he starts to rot.
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dilfdicks · 2 months ago
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cw: infidelity
gojo just can't bring himself to care that you're dating his best friend. he's had all the late night guy-talk sessions with suguru and he knows that the man doesn't treat you good enough in bed. suguru is always confiding in satoru about how you seem to fake your orgasms, and how long it takes him on the rare occasion he is able to make you cum. it's not like his friend is bad at sex, he just hasn't taken the time to learn your body.
you're so pretty, satoru knows you'd look so good wrapped around his cock. he can't believe your godly presence is wasted on a man that doesnt care to earn the ins-and-outs of your body.
so when you and suguru fight one day, satoru is the first to step in and offer you his comforts. a hand on your shoulder that aches to trickle down and squeeze at your tits. god you're so pretty when you're all teary eyed and vulnerable.
"he can't even make me finish," is a sentence that leaves your lips before you can stop it and god is satoru thankful for your slip up because otherwise he'd have no opportunity to move in.
you're taken aback when he kisses you, gentle and loving and not at all mean and hungry like he wants to. you pull back, shaking your head and mumbling about how this is wrong but your thighs are squeezing together and you chase his lips when gojo pulls back entirely.
you realise with a tearing guilt in your chest that you want this, to taste what the strongest is willing to give you. and whatever bad feelings pool in your heart are numbed for the time being when satoru hauls you onto your back and parts your knees with his hands.
he's a horrible friend, and you're a horrible partner, but he makes you cum twice on his tongue before even daring to push his dick into you. your orgasms are full bodied and eye-opening and a testament to your guilt because when satoru reaches over for a condom you stop him. you never took suguru raw, always made him wear a condom and pull out just to be safe: but in that moment you think you'd die if you weren't pumped full of his best friends cum.
and you might die, because the stretch of gojos girth is a shock to your system and you think the afterlife might not be so bad if it tastes like him. you take him fully after a few minutes to adjust and the rest is history: you're infatuated with the first stroke and in love with the second.
satoru fills you up with his cum after only a few minutes, though you don't mind his quick climax because you're at heel and cumming on his cock in the same minute. and he pulls out, lets his cum leak out of you onto the sheets beneath you before ramming his length into you again. and again. and again.
and all he can think about as he fucks you for the second (but not last) time of the night is how much better he is for you than suguru. and, if you're awful like he hopes you are and keep him around, how the next time you let suguru fuck you it's 'satoru' thats going to fall from your lips.
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kachowden · 10 months ago
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Thinking about a yandere!artist painting you while you suck him off beneath the easel.
And you can’t move too much because otherwise you’ll mess him up, so your just cock warming him with your mouth and your jaws starting to hurt and there’s drool dripping down your chin that he wipes away with a small huff. Like YOU’RE the one being difficult.
At some point he thinks you’ve gotten too relaxed so he moves to using his brush with one hand, and letting the other lightly touch and trace the curve of your back, tickling you just slightly and always narrowly missing wherever you need him the most, claiming to be “mapping out your features, love, just hold still.”
And in the end it’s all for nothing because next thing you know your back is against his chest and your bouncing on his cock while holds your jaw and makes you stare at the drying paint. Fucking you dumb until just seconds away from your peak he pulls out and shoots his cum all over the painting. And your just made to watch hours of your aching jaw become covered in white seed while he peppers mean kisses against your shoulder.
“Hm…looks like we’ll have to try again.”
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classyrbf · 5 months ago
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ᯓ★ TIED UP! — TOJI + SUKUNA
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thinking about tying up big and beefy men like toji or sukuna, pretty rope wrapped tightly around their bodies. His muscles are straining against the rope, marking his skin and he’s getting so frustrated just watching you get undressed in front of him, teasing him. He’s growling and cursing under his breath, feeling so uncomfortable when his dick jumps and pre cum oozes from his swollen tip because he can’t touch himself or you.
He’s shaking in anticipation, a dark, lustful look in his eyes when you start riding him. Your hips are bouncing up and down, walls squeezing around him so deliciously and he can’t help but fight against what’s holding him in place. “You’re so fucked once I get out of these,” he growls, balling his fists up and trying to pull away only to fail. When you know he’s close to his orgasm, you slow down your movements and earn a devilish look from him. He can’t wait to get his hands on you, fold you in half and fuck you until you’re crying.
And god does he lose his mind when you laugh in his face, giggling and mocking him. He knows you’re only being so bold because he can’t get a hold of you. He’d like to see your brave little act once he has your face pushed into the bed and your ass high in the air. But no, that thought never crosses your mind. You’re too busy teasing the head of his cock, just fucking the tip. You know exactly what to do to drive him crazy.
And that mean, dominating behavior drops so suddenly when he’s cumming in your pussy, and you’re kissing down his neck. He hates not being in control but his dick is saying otherwise. You’re smirking against his sweaty skin, still clamping down on him, your walls gliding up and down his shaft. “F-fuck!” He groans, gritting his teeth. He’s so sensitive, so overwhelmed with pleasure, he’s tipping back and forth between melting into your touch and wanting to ruin you because how dare you try and make him submit to you?
His chest heaves up and down, panting heavily, the whites of his knuckles showing when he clenches his fists yet again because he’s so close to cumming again, filling up your pussy just to feel it leak down his heavy balls. “Keep fucking—nngh—laughing. I dare ya,” he huffs, sucking in a breath through his teeth. He can’t wait to see the look on your face when he’s loose, because little do you know…one of the knots untied.
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