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[suskz]

reader x hyunjin based on the last skz code where they went camping - he looked so hot working on that tent 😯💨 - , going with the boys since it was all minho idea, reader doesn't like camping but she likes him so, building tension up bc that's hot too, and maybe he could switch places with reader's bff and sneak into their's tent? 🖤

pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

t/w: friends to lovers ; Hyunjin is a flirt ; fluff ; a little suggestive.

w/c: 2.1k

a/n: it was fun to write! And yeah, Hyunjin really looked hot (I mean, he always is). The way he rolled his sleeves up omg, I couldn’t not write this. Hope you like this, anon!

↳ Reader has with the members the same friendship they have with each other.

"I hate this." Jiwoo complains as she drops the bag she was holding to the ground.

"Come on!" You try to cheer her up, "It's nice to be out in nature sometimes!"

She shoots you a glare, "That's easy to say," she says bitterly, "You hate camping more than I— hey!" she exclaims when you nudge her arm with your elbow, silencing her.

"I love camping." You lie loudly, with the boys just a few meters away from you.

"I can't say the same." Changbin comments, slapping his arm to kill a mosquito.

And suddenly, an arm falls around your shoulders. You turn towards the person who has come up next to you and see Hyunjin, unconsciously shrinking under his close presence, "I agree with Y/nie, a bit of fresh air away from the city is nice."

A small smile forms on your lips.

"You say that because you have no intention to help with anything." Chan chimes in, opening one of the bags he carried.

"Clever of you to assume that." Hyunjin responds, smiling.

"That's why Hyunjin will help set up the tent." Minho states, biting back a smile.

"Huh? I don't know how!" Hyunjin complains, taking his arm off your shoulders and moving closer to the older guy.

You regret that the contact was so short, but you maintain your composure and watch him walk away.

"You'll learn." Minho closes the conversation in a tone that allows no reply.

—

“You need to pump it?” Hyunjin asks, looking for the pump to inflate the tent.

You watch him curiously, seeing him search non-stop for a while.

“Did you find it?” Minho asks him, watching in disbelief. There are only 5 bags, how can he not have found it yet?

He starts to approach him, but you are quicker.

“They have accessories here.” Hyunjin says in a pouty, hopeless voice, closing a bag. He turns to continue searching but almost falls to the ground from the jump he makes when you suddenly stand up in front of him, very, perhaps too, close.

You hand him the pump that you found in a few seconds, “You suck at finding things.”

He puts a hand on his heart, opening his mouth and sighing slowly with closed eyes, as if he has just seen a ghost, “You scared me.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatic behaviour, “Don’t thank me.” You say sarcastically.

He smiles, his front teeth slightly showing behind his slightly parted lips, “Thank you, Y/nie.” He blows you a kiss for show. You are used to this, yet you blush, while he bends down to attach the pump nozzle to the tent opening.

“Do you need help with that too?” you tease, smirking, trying to hide the visible blush coloring your cheeks from yourself, since he can't even see you.

“Huh?!” He stands up and rolls up the sleeves of the baggy t-shirt he’s wearing, showing his muscles, “I don’t need your help, these are enough for me.” He flexes his biceps.

You like them, don’t you? You think he’s cool, right? Hyunjin hopes so.

You chuckle at his words while he gets to work to really show what he’s capable of as you return to Jiwoo, who needs help with setting up your tent.

You don’t even realise you've been distracted watching him the whole time, as his muscles contract with the effort of pushing the pump handle, and soon small drops of sweat start to trickle down them.

Your eyes are fixed on the way his hands roll up the sleeves each time they unroll and on the way he lifts his head and pulls his hair back with one hand when it bothers him too much and prevents him from seeing. It almost seems like he does it on purpose so your eyes never leave him.

But someone's hand rests on your shoulder, waking you up. “He’s really handsome, isn’t he?” Minho smirks and holds back a laugh when you turn to look at him, blushing and trying to stammer out a response, but he stops you right away, “Wipe off all the drool you’ve spilled first.” He chuckles and walks away with your eyes on him, shaking his head slowly, amused.

Just then, you hear the sound of someone falling to the ground, and when you turn, you see Hyunjin sitting from exhaustion. His breathing is heavy, and pained sounds and light groans leave his lips, the heat of the sun making everything worse, while Jisung takes his place to finish inflating.

His friend hands him a black tank top to wear instead of the sweat-soaked shirt he has on, and that's what Hyunjin does.

He takes off the white t-shirt and uses it to wipe off the sweat covering his body. And once again, it seems like he does it to show off so that you watch and can’t take your burning eyes off him, off his body. But deep down, you know it’s not like that, and this thought forces you to immediately look away when his eyes meet yours, amused. It’s a quick contact, it lasts little but says a lot.

And you have to use all the self-control you have in your body not to set your eyes on that tight black fabric that perfectly hugs his body, making his muscles appear more tense and defined.

“That’s better.” he sighs with relief, soon returning to work and starting to add the stakes.

The silence is filled with the sounds of hammers, and you don't notice when he moves away from the group.

When you stand up after finishing setting up the tent, you look around, confused by his absence. “Where's Hyunjin?” you ask Jiwoo, who is taking out lights from a bag to use as decoration.

“He went for a walk over there; there's a river a bit further from here.” She points in a direction with the index finger of her free hand.

“Oh.” you nod in understanding.

Only a few seconds of silence pass before she speaks again, “Go to him, he's alone; I'll take care of decorating the tent.” It's written all over your face, what you want to do. She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes and winks at you instead.

And you don't need to be told twice.

When you arrive at the spot, you search for him with quick, darting glances. “Hyunjin?” you call out before finding him lying on a large rock with his hands on his belly and his eyes closed.

He didn't answer, so you gather that he's sleeping. You slowly approach him, trying not to make any noise, and sit down next to his sleeping body.

You look at his serene face and can almost hear his calm breath and sense the steady beats of his heart.

The place itself is very quiet. It's cozy, isolated from everyone else, and intimate.

You glance around a couple of times with furtive eyes, but you end up realising that you're alone. Then you look at him, his slightly parted inviting plump lips. You bring your face close to his almost instinctively, faces so close that you can feel his warm breath on your own lips, but then you pull away.

What are you trying to do? It's wrong and stupid. If someone saw you, it would be a mess.

And if you had done it, he would have noticed, because he's awake.

Your ears burn, your cheeks flushed with shame and guilt when his eyes open.

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, looking at you with distant irises, wrapped in thoughts, then he sits up, raising his torso.

"I heard you calling me but I didn't feel like answering.” he tries to smile to tease you, but what comes out is more of a grimace. You pretend not to notice though, lying to him as well as to yourself.

"I knew it, that's why I've been sitting in silence." You smirk, trying to push away the shame and alleviate the strange tension that has arisen.

However, the situation changes so quickly. There is still tension between the two of you, but it is different with his hand holding your chin and his thumb slowly, intensely stroking your lower lip. Intense, too, is the look his burning eyes give to your rosy lips.

When your eyes meet, his movements stop, and it’s difficult for you to tell what he is thinking. The eyes are the reflection of the soul, he likes to say, but at the moment his do not reflect much.

And then, he pulls away from you. His gaze, his hand, a moment later are no longer on you.

He stands up, "You had something on your lips." He looks around, normal, apparently enjoying the scenery.

You touch your lips, embarrassed, "Oh."

He looks at you and chuckles softly, sitting back next to you with a now more serene air.

One of his arms rests on your shoulder in a friendly gesture, trying to get as close to you as possible.

"I like this place, it's quiet and relaxing," he says. "I want to paint it."

"Hey lovebirds!" You hear someone say from just a bit further away from you. You immediately recognize it's Jisung's voice, who has joined you. "Get a room."

Hyunjin chuckles, and you try to do the same, but your mind is clouded by the memory of his gesture.

The fact that he didn't stop you when you tried to get closer to his lips, the way he touched yours with his thumb.

These images still flash in your mind while everyone else sleeps. You touch your lips with two fingers almost unconsciously, smiling sadly.

But apparently, you're not the only one lost in thought, as the entrance to the tent is opened and the little lamp in between you and Jiwoo is turned on. The latter gets up and leaves, letting someone else in.

And how could you not recognize that head of dark hair making its way inside, closing the entrance zipper after murmuring a 'thank you' and receiving a nod in response.

"Hyunjin? What are you doing here? It's late." you ask him, but receive no answer.

You receive no answer because instead, his lips crash against yours in a needy gesture.

Your eyes widen at the sudden gesture, but you don't push him away, not even when his lips start moving on yours shortly after. Instead, you reciprocate.

It's desperate. Your movements aren't even in sync, but it's okay. It's perfect like this; you couldn't ask for anything better.

One of his hands rests above your ear, caressing it so delicately that you barely even notice, as if you’re made of porcelain.

You break the kiss with quick breaths and uncontrollable heartbeats, emotions finally laid bare.

"I've wanted to kiss you for so long." he admits in a whisper, looking into your eyes.

You find the strength to speak, albeit lightly, "Today by the river… I didn't just watch you." You admit, and you can't help the hint of embarrassment you feel in saying those words to him.

"I know, and I hoped so much that you'd do what you were about to do, but you stopped." His smile doesn't falter for a moment. "You didn't have anything on your lip; I just used it as an excuse to touch you. I actually wanted to kiss you, but when I looked into your eyes, I didn't have the courage." He confesses.

"And here you are now." You chuckle.

He huffs a chuckle, "It wouldn't have been like this if you hadn't tried to kiss me first."

“Now I wish I hadn’t stopped earlier today, by the river.” you say, lowering your eyes to his lips and then back to his, licking your own lips. “I’ve always thought you have nice lips and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you, you know?”

“Now you know,” he says happily. “Or do you need to explore a little more?”

You don’t even need to answer; he already knows the response. And once again, your lips are on each other’s, in a kiss that quickly becomes fast and hungry.

Your hands roam over each other’s bodies, fingers tangled in hair, hands gripping cheeks, hips, ending up on thighs.

Your breaths are fast, and the tent heats up. You’re so lost in each other that you don’t realise you’re not being very quiet anymore.

It’s Changbin’s voice that wakes you up and makes you pull away. “Could you guys keep it down a bit?” he shouts from a couple of tents away from yours.

“If you two don’t let me sleep or wake me up at any hour of the night, I’ll put you in the air fryer.” Minho’s voice intervenes right after, annoyed.

You and Hyunjin lock eyes and then laugh silently.

“At least we’ll be put together.”

[heartofjasmina]

I can never decide with these games 🥴 but I’m missing bakugo a lot lately so let’s go with

👹 for bakugo

Demon!Bakugou who gets summoned accidentally by baby witch!reader. He's at least 7 ft tall, thickly muscled, covered in ancient tattoos, and completely- utterly naked. You didn't know where to look, his dick was girthy and hard already, but his eyes were a beautiful glowing red.

You would have worn more clothes if you knew what the result of your spell would be. But all you get is a grin full of sharp teeth before he's ripping off your tiny shorts, his deep growly voice telling you, "A worthy sacrifice."

"Hey! H-hold it, I'm not a sacrifice-" but he's already grinding his shaft between your folds, and to your embarrassment you get wet fast. He was gorgeous after all, blonde spikey hair falling around two massive horns, and a cocky expression on his handsome face. His brow raised as he took a deep sniff of you.

"You smell like one. Eager and untouched by my kind." His tip leaks pre all over your belly, marking you with a potent scent of smoke and burnt caramel.

"But-" you spluttered, finding it hard to focus when his heavy cock drags against your clit.

"Do object to this form? I can change it if you wish-"

"No!" The word escapes you a bit too desperately and the demon grins again.

"Then you'll be my concubine. And bear my spawn." The blunt head of his cock finally pushes between your folds, teasing your entrance but not giving you what you're starting to crave.

"I never said-"

"Your body says otherwise, human." And then you're being stretched wide in one smooth glide. The sticky mess between your thighs easing the way for him to bottom out inside you, his heavy balls smacking against your ass.

"Do you see how well we fit? You're meant to take my seed." His voice is triumphant and you'd tell him to go fuck himself if you had any breath left in your lungs. You could barely speak as he started to fuck you in earnest, the head of his cock hitting your spot almost too perfectly.

You keened as he finally put his hands on you, groping your tits and playing with your swollen clit as if he couldn't get enough of your reactions. His eyes glowed as he got close. Growls and deep rumbles escaping him as his hands gripped your waist so he could fuck you harder, deeper.

You came with a cry as he filled your womb with his hot cum, your whole body growing warm as the magic of your union was sealed.

"Perfect little sacrifice." He murmured smugly as he petted your head, not making any move to seperate your bodies yet.

He wanted it to take, and your cheeks heated with the realization.

[mydarlingclaudia]

Hello! I dont know if this count as request but something something about Leon slipping the heels for us and kissing the knees :(

No pressure my love💌

hi hi!! omg yes ofc I actually had something in my drafts to remind me to write something like this!! thank you so much for requesting here’s a little blurb <3 also I think this can be seen as any Leon after re2r but I imagined re6 Leon <3

tags : @lottiies @luvrgreyy wc : 672

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It’s late when you walk through the door, you’re not sure what time, but all the neighboring houses have their lights turned out, Leon must be asleep. You’re tired, thank God you didn’t pass out on the drive home. A night out with your friends had been long overdue, Leon was fine with it, he was just going to stay home and finish some paperwork, anyway.

You make your way through the kitchen and hallway to get to yours and Leon’s bedroom, you hear the hum of the tv through the door, maybe he fell asleep with the tv on?

When you open the door, he’s awake, sitting up against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes flicking to you once you step inside.

“Hey,” Leon sits up straighter, lifting the blanket from his lap and ignoring whatever news anchor he was watching before. “Have a good time?”

“Yeah,” You nod and set your purse down on the dresser as one hand rubs over your face. “Why’re you still up?”

Leon chuckles and stands from the bed, coming around it and making his way to you. “What, don’t want me waiting up for you?” You step forward and let him wrap your arms around you, you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Mm, no. I gotta get ready for bed, though.”

“Tired?”

“I feel like that’s obvious.” Leon snickers and presses kisses to the top of your head, you let out a hum of appreciation.

“I got you, don’t worry.” You let out a soft groan when he pulls away from you, watching him move to the dresser to pull out your pajamas, making his way to you again.

“You don’t gotta dress me,”

“Can I undress you, at least?”

“Yeah,” You giggle, Leon wastes no time in untucking your shirt from your shirt, you lift your arms up so he can pull it up over your head. “I hope you aren’t just trying to get me naked.”

“Would you complain?”

“If you make me do the work, maybe.” Leon chuckles and gently kisses you while he unclasped your bra and slides the straps off your shoulders. He says nothing else when he leans down to press kisses to your collarbone, sliding your skirt down your hips and letting it pool on the floor around your heels.

“Sit down,” He puts your pajama shirt in your hands, you sit down on the edge of the bed while you pull on your shirt. Your skin tingles underneath Leon’s fingertips when he trails them down your legs, kneeling down in front of you.

Leon’s quick to undo the straps of your heels, his forehead pressed against your knee while he watches his hands. You giggle when he lets out a small huff of frustration, grabbing your foot and putting it in his lap so he can see better.

He eventually gets your heel off, tossing it to the floor at the foot of your bed then moves to the other one. Leon sighs when he’s done and looks up at you, you smile down at him.

“I love you,” You tell him.

“Love you more,” Leon knocks his forehead against your knee, after a few seconds he starts kissing at your knees and calves, trailing his lips up and down, making sure to get the insides and outsides of your legs, too.

“That tickles,”

"Sorry," He doesn't stop, continuing to plant kisses over your knee-caps before giving the skin above gentle nips, then finally pulling away and standing up again. "You look tired."

"Then stop distracting me from going to bed." Leon sits down next to you and shuffles onto his side of the bed, patting the spot beside him for you to lie down. You don't hesitate, it's routine, one of his arms wrapped around you, your head buried in his chest or neck.

"This good enough for you?" You nod, his arm tightens around you while his hand absentmindedly runs up and down your spine.

[inkbybambi]

brain is mostly empty thinking about ghoap x reader 👅 soap is home with reader but ghost isnt. soap wants to put on a show and facetimes simon. simon is met with the sight of soap fully dressed and reader with no clothes on. r's legs are spread and theres a hum in the room. soap is using a vibrator on readers clit just abusing those nerves and her legs are shaking but he doesnt stop and simon gets to see it all. what a show

anon your brain !!!!

soap absolutely taking advantage of the time he gets alone with you, not letting you out of his sight for even a second after simon leaves. pawing at you, fingers trailing up your legs, panties pushed to the side so he can stuff his fingers in your cunt, still wet and warm and filled with simon's cum from just before he left. he wants to show simon their best girl, even if he wants to be selfish with you for just a little bit.

so he manhandles you to the bed, panties torn and tucked into his pocket for later, legs spread so pretty to show the mess of slick and cum coating them, using simon's good ties to keep you anchored properly to the bed so you can't move.

you hear the telltale ringing of the phone as he fishes your favorite vibe from the bedside table, simon biting out a busy, mactavish and the sound of shuffling papers.

aye, just watch, lt comes soap's cheeky reply as he steps back in between your legs, the vibe coming to life as he presses it to your clit, soft and puffy and oversensitive because he spent half an hour lapping at it.

your legs jerk, oversensitive and on edge because he didn't let you cum and you hear simon's intake of breath even over the line through the haze of your lust and the static filling your head as you desperately grind up against the toy, so close to your release and soap, the bastard, not letting you have it.

"think i should let 'er cum, sir?" soap asks, voice low and breathy as he watches you through the screen, hole clenching around nothing, making a mess on the bed that he'll happily lick away later.

"not just yet," comes the murmured reply, the squeak of the chair as he leans back and the zip of his jeans, the groan you could recognize in your sleep as simon takes his cock in hand.

you bastard, comes your sobbed moan, toes curling as soap denies you another orgasm, soap hissing as he sees simon's eyes narrow through the mask.

you're gonna pay for that one, bonnie, and you hate him too, but you can't do anything more than lay there and writhe as you toe the line of pleasurepain, desperate and exhausted and missing simon even more because you can hear his voice but you can't have him.

it takes soap an hour to tease you to orgasm, when simon's finally done playing and has to get back to work.

soap leaves you tied to the bed, pussy drooling with his own cum as a present to simon when he finally makes it home.

[my-my-onlyangel]

meow meow

bark bark🥰

[officialdaydreamer00]

Why can I imagine Ophelia vibing like :D

With Finn looming behind her lmao

it's actually so them lmao XD

[ladysdevotee]

80 72 65 83 69 32 51 32 72 65 83 32 66 69 71 85 78 46

Fay I'm clueless 😭

[yourlocalbeomslut]

nah nah nah GIRL CAUSE WHAT IS THIS OMG OMG SOOOOO SCANDALOUS NOW WHAT HEAR ME WHAT

LOWER UR VOICE SSSHHHHH

[translolibait]

Yeah ! It's not super hard , just remembering the characters is the hardest part . At least for dxll !

maybe i'll start on it one day . . what sorta stuff do u do to learn ?

[vwritesaus]

V HAVE YOU SEEN DEAD BOY DETECTIVES

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NO I HAVEN'T, BUT IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME WHEN

im down bad for these characters and i don't even know them yet

[sundew199]

19 and 28 for the soft asks! 🩷

19. Have you ever written or received a love letter? Yes, to both, I used to write them to my boyfriend who turned into my husband. I’m a very cheesy person and he wrote me one that he read as our wedding vows 🫶🏼 (I sobbed so bad in front of everybody lmao)

28. What are you proudest of? Tbh there’s not much that comes to mind other than getting “clean.” TW: I was very depressed in middle school and high school and used different methods of self harm (non physical, substances mainly) until getting help. So, I’m proud of myself for making it through that and getting to where I am now. (Not to get toooooo personal but ya know 🤭). I ended up channeling all of my experiences and emotions into my writing and seeing myself turn a bad thing into something good goes along with what I’m most proud of ☺️

Sorry that was long, but ty for the ask!! (I love doing these hehe)

Ask game 💕

[suskz]

anon ask: Hey pookie 💕 Can I pls request boyfriend Chan while his girlfriend is working on her bachelors project because I’m about to graduate and I’m STRESSED 😭😭😭 Can be any genre you want tbh, fluff, comfort, smut whatever you feel like atm

pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

t/w: fluff ; clingy Channie ; stressed reader ; reader is not good at taking breaks.

w/c: 1.4k

a/n: I hope you like it! And good luck with your graduation! 😊

When he returns to the living room, you're still sitting on the couch with your computer on your lap and the low noise of the TV in the background.

His hand stops rubbing the towel on his wet hair and he sighs through his nose, looking at you.

He approaches the couch slowly, getting behind you without being noticed. His hand lands under your chin and tilts your head back, gently lifting your face towards the ceiling, where he placed his smiling face so you can look at him.

You're taken by surprise, but you don't startle, you don't have the time.

"It's not good to keep your head down like that for too long." he informs you, observing your upside-down face.

"Nor is it good to keep it like this.” you affirm, easily removing his hand and returning to look at the computer screen.

He huffs, "I just wanted a kiss." He pouts and walks around the couch to sit next to you. And he looks at you.

For a while, you pretend his presence doesn't bother you, but you feel the weight of his eyes on you, and eventually, you give in. You turn towards him and kiss away that cute pout from his lips. "Happy now?"

He smiles at you. Finally.

"No, I want more." He tries to kiss you again, but you move away and don't let him.

"Later," you return to typing on the keyboard, "And you still need to dry your hair."

"I want you to do it for me. I prefer it when you do it."

"Chan, I can't right now, do it yourself." You try to make him leave, but he doesn't give up.

"Pretty please?" When you look at him, you can't resist his puppy eyes.

You sigh, "Bring the hairdryer."

At your words, he smiles widely and quickly gets up from the couch to fetch the object from the bathroom and bring it to the living room to you.

You put the computer aside and plug in the cord while Chan settles between your legs, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch.

You turn on the hairdryer and start drying his hair. Your fingers move through his curls, grabbing and slightly pulling them, while the warmth spreads, slowly returning them to their fluffiness.

His body relaxes at your gentle touch, his eyes close, and his mind empties. He loves it when you touch his hair; he could stay there all day with your hands caressing them.

But everything has an end, and you turn off the hairdryer when his hair is completely dry. When you're done, you ruffle his hair aggressively, affectionately.

His head gently falls back, resting on the couch between your open legs. When you lower your gaze, he opens his eyes and smiles at you, his dimples showing on his cheeks.

Your heart fills with affection. He's so cute and pretty and you just want to kiss him all over his face.

Instead, you smile at him and place your hands on his cheeks, gently stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs.

When he stands up, he steals a kiss from you before bringing the object back in its place. He's cuddly.

Indeed, when he comes back to you and notices that you've already returned to the computer, his face falls and he approaches you.

"Y/n," he whines, sitting on the couch and looking at you, again, "Give me attention." He buries his face in the crook of your neck, hugging your waist, consequently causing you to take your fingers off the keyboard and raise your arms a little to give him space.

"Chan..." you call him, exhausted, "I have to work on the project, you know; I can't get distracted." You affirm.

It's been a few days since you spent some time with him, but only because you have to work on your bachelor project for graduation. You procrastinated, thinking it would be easy, but you regret it because it turned out to be harder than you thought, and now you have so much to do, and you just feel stressed.

"Yes, you can," he says, looking up at you, "Leave the computer for a little while and be with me; I missed you these days." He says the last sentence with a lower tone, pouty.

Guilt washes over you; you didn't want to stay away from him, but you thought it was necessary until this period is over.

"I missed you too, but you know how hard this work is and it takes time." You explain to him, as if he hadn’t already understood.

He sighs. He's trying to get your attention so you’ll take a break. He's not actually good at it himself, but when it comes to you, he knows what’s best for you and he’s always ready to help you understand it. But you didn't listen to him, and now he finds himself having to force you in a way that doesn't make you understand his true intentions.

But you understood. "Are you trying to distract me from the project?"

He keeps his gaze low and he’s silent for a few seconds, and you can clearly hear the thousand thoughts running through his head as he searches for a good answer.

But he doesn't find it. "Why should I?" He asks instead.

"Because you've been trying for days, and you're insisting too much on needing attention, it's unlike you." It's true. Chan can ask for cuddles, but he's never too insistent if he sees that you're busy doing something else.

"Uh... maybe?" Then he groans, "Yes, you’re right." He admits, "Can you take a short break now and spend time with your boyfriend? Please?" He asks pleadingly.

You're ready to say no, but then you stop to look at him. You sigh and chuckle slightly at his desperation.

Actually, thinking about it, you're tired. It wouldn't hurt to detach yourself from the subject that has kept you busy and isolated from the rest of the world for days.

That's why after saving the progress of the work on the document you were writing, you lie down in bed with him.

Your head is resting on his chest, the steady beat of his heart serene and soothing to your ears as he places an arm over your body in an affectionate gesture.

His hand caresses your hair as you gently scratch his still arm.

“You should never forget to take care of yourself, even if you’re busy; it worries me otherwise.” he says seriously, looking at an indistinct point in the room.

“That’s why you’re here with me.” you indirectly thank him, kissing the bare skin of his chest.

“Yet you don’t listen to me.” he disapproves, but it’s more playful now.

“Now you understand how I feel every time you work too much and don’t listen to me.” you tease.

“I’ll listen to you more often from now on.” he promises, but you don’t believe his words. You won’t until you see actual actions, but you know he really wants to try and will do his best.

“You need to keep your word though.”

His legs shift in the bed, rolling to one side and then returning, “I will.”

You bring out your pinky finger from one hand and present it to him. He looks at it for a few seconds, surprised, then crosses his own finger with yours, smiling at your cuteness, “You know it doesn’t mean anything to me, right?”

“But it does to me,” you say, “So commit to keeping the promise.”

“Right now, it’s you who needs to keep that same promise, though.”

“I never promised anything.” you speak the pure and authentic truth, but naturally he doesn’t like this.

You understand it especially when you feel his hand on your hair stop at a point, grab some strands, and pull slightly but enough to cause you pain.

“Ow!” You complain, giving him a light slap on the arm resting on you, then sitting up to look him in the face, “Why did you do that?!” You snap at him.

He gives you a fiery look, “You didn’t promise, but you’ll do it anyway.” He tries to sound serious and threatening, but seeing how cute you look while massaging your head, he can’t help but chuckle and wrap his arms around you in a loving embrace. You always get your way with him, even without trying.

“What, you love me now?” You say, offended, making him roll his eyes and ignore your dramatic words.

“Will you give me those kisses I asked for earlier, now?”

[heartofjasmina]

🐈

Shoto Todoroki pls!

Shoto and his pure bred puppy girl, who knows all sorts of fancy commands and has the most perfect manners.

Except when it's time for your heat. Then you're panting after him and going through his dirty laundry to find clothes that smell strongly of him. He doesn't understand why he likes seeing you like that.

Desperate, needy for him.

So desperate you'll start humping his leg if he doesn't fuck you fast enough. It goes to his head, and he's rougher with you than he usually is. But you love it, it scratches the primal part of your brain.

Your pussy drenches his balls as you suck him in, and he can't help but ask,

"You want me to breed you puppy?" And to Shotos amazement, you go wild at the mere mention.

"Please master, please please please. I'll be good. I'll be so so good please!" You're actually in tears at the thought of being deprived of his seed.

You wanted to have his pups, and be his forever. Your brain was a mess of chemicals that made your desire to be bred almost painful.

"Then I will. I'll fuck you till it takes. You have my word." And he does just that, fucks you into the mattress over and over until you can't take anymore and there's a mess of your combined juices staining the sheets.

The pregnancy test isn't necessary for you, you trust your master. When your pups came out exactly 65 days later with dual toned fur, you smile to yourself. He always kept his word.

[mydarlingclaudia]

you're like a little trinket from the thrift store to me. i cant explain why or how you just are 😔

yay!!!!! I love thrift store trinkets!!!!

[my-my-onlyangel]

i’m purring on my phone can you feel it

i can :0 ur purring so much for me kitty

[officialdaydreamer00]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your followers, mutuals and all the wonderful people on here!

ough okay five things that makes me happy—

buying silly things

sweets and pastries

those insufferable fish bastards <3

books

my fluffy weighed blanket