#can u just take these off for a quick sniff

[miupow]

big cock! hyukka with a sweet virgin reader. bonus points since he’s a little perv. like you and him are dating, he’s so sweet and attentive, will do anything for his sweet baby. he gives you innocent kisses, warm hugs, flowers and little things that make him think of you. he’ll also sniff your panties and jerk off with them, nuzzle his face into your tits when cuddling and pretend it’s just because he was sleepy, accidentally brush his face against your clothed pussy when he uses your thighs as pillows.

when you agreed to lose your virginity to him he’s elated but it goes away when you say “too big” through little sniffles. “that’s okay, it’s okay angel,” he reassures you. “just the tip, promise,” and he does just the tip, fucking into you shallowly. It’s addicting the way your tight little hole wraps around his head. he’s already telling himself he’ll be your first and last. hyukka tries, he really tries his hardest but you’re wet and he’s dribbling, it’s so slick, it would be so easy… with a smooth trust he bottoms out, your puffy pussy gets stretched around him and you cry out. “couldn’t stop it!” hyukka defends himself. “slutty pussy was sucking me in, it wasn’t me baby. see,” he pulls put to sink back in. “fuck…look at that, s’your fault baby,” he whispers against your lips. “little virgin cunt so tight it doesn’t want me to leave.” and if hyukka says it then it must be your true since your sweet boyfriend loves you so much.

@tigerhoshi25 ANNIE YOURE GONNA MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND i love when you come into my inbox you blow me away every time ilysm

i’ve been gatekeeping this one for a while because i just didn’t know how to respond. this ask legitimately left me speechless and on the floor

cw// smut, virgin!hyuka and reader, fem!reader, virginity kink, size kink, dubcon elements, kai is kind of toxic

BIG DICK PERV HYUKA YES 🙏🙏 i’m willing to die on the hill that is kai w a virginity kink, i know the idea of taking a cuties virginity would turn him on sm hehe >< esp if he was a virgin too!!

he’s such a sweet perfect boyfie in every way 💗💗 tries to hide his pervy tendencies the best he can, but he just can’t help it!! he’s buying you flowers and taking you out on the sweetest dates, gives you gentle kisses and the tightest hugs, tells you how amazing u are all the time >< but he feels guilty cos he’s also stealing ur panties when he’s left alone in your bedroom, fucking himself n his plushies to the thought of ruining ur virgin cunt <3 it’s all ur fault! you’re just so cute and sexy in ur little skirts and your big sweaters, makes him so hard at just the smallest flash of your chest or upper thighs hehe ^^ sometimes if he’s lucky he can even see ur cute panties when you bend over!! has to rush to the bathroom to cum thick hot ropes all over his fist hehe

he would never be the one to initiate sex for the first time, he’s too shy!! but when you bring it up, all nervous and blushy and making his cock throb he jumps at the opportunity!! so so quick to bend you over on his bed n rut up against ur soaked panties.. you trust him, right?? oh, but he doesn’t have a condom,,, it’ll be okay, he’ll pull out, he promises! just let him fuck you..

oouuu but your pretty tears and your pathetic squeaks of “too much, too big!” when he first pushes his cock into your virgin hole.. he can’t stop himself! shushing your cries as he keeps pushing in, stretches you open past your limit, you feel like he’ll split you open,,, oh but it feels so good when he starts up a rhythm, thrusting hard against your cervix n fucking your dripping pussy so good >///< you cant beg for him to go slower, gentler anymore, feels too good to speak!!

it’s all your fault that he ends up cumming hard in your throbbing cunt, paints your gummy walls white with his seed <3 you were clenching so tight around him, sucking his cock in so greedily! he couldn’t possibly pull out when your little virgin cunt was so tight and begging for him to stay inside <3

[nmakii]

“DO YOU THINK YOU’LL KILL FOR ME ONE DAY?” YES, OF COURSE I WILL, MY DARLING.

— manipulating yan!alastor + yan!vox was easy. after all, he’s a huge softie for you.

— lots of cursing + sex mention! (vox)

— lol!! after u read voxxy’s part, did u notice i said worse instaf of wordt? im super good at eng! 😈😈

— yan!alastor

you’d been acting out at this club for some time now— breaking property, starting a fight, and even lighting a fire. that last one did it for the owner, he finally banned you from the place, kicking you out indefinitely.

unfortunate, since it was your hangout spot for all kinds of mischief. perhaps— just maybe, there’d be a way to weasel your way back in? or, if not that, at least make him suffer.

a sniff came from you as you teared up, wondering about where else to have your fun. “ohh, my darling, is something the matter? you can tell me, i’ll make that problem go away.” alastor said as he walked into the hotel’s leisure room, his hand patting your back.

you tried to get the words out of your mouth, but it was simply too hard to breathe with the tears that poured down your face. “take your time, my doe… it’s okay.” alastor cooed with a slightly patronizing tone, as if he was the one in control right now.

“s-some club-owner… h-he called me degrading names, and then… he kicked me out…” you frowned at alastor, sniffing every now and then. “my doe, what exactly did he call you?” alastor asked, his voice slightly losing the static as well as having a more sinister edge.

as you listed the names the man had ‘called’ you, alastor pulled you closer to him as his anger began to boil. “it’s alright, my darling. a club with an owner like that is not worth it.” he smiled widely, brushing your hair gingerly before he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“besides, you’ll never see this man ever again. say, what did you say the name of this club was?” he asked before you whispered the club name to him. “i see… well, my little doe, it turns out that i must teach this man a lesson.” alastor stood up as his anger manifested into his body, elongating his limbs.

“you’re gonna kill him on radio? just… be kind… no one deserves a painful death.” you frowned in fake empathy. that fake empathy which would motivate alastor’s anger even more. “oh, dear, you are just too kind for hell. this man disrespected your honor, it’s simply fair that he receives something equally as humiliating.”

his hand rested on your chin, kissing you one last time before he left to find this disrespectful sinner. “now, if you’ll excuse me… someone has to be taught some manners. i assure you, love, that i’ll return by… dinnertime.” he promised before heading out the hotel, prepared to rip this man’s soul out of his body and make an example out of him for any other sinner who even dares to disrespect his little doe.

— yan!vox

are you the problem? nah, couldn’t be possible. if you were the problem, you wouldn’t have this lovely man as your boyfriend, now would you?

“ugh, then that bitch fucking unfollowed me! i don’t even know what i did to that fucker.” you sighed dramatically, frowning to your boyfriend through the facetime. “honestly, i don’t even know what you saw in her. you’re better off without, babe.” vox shrugged.

“and!! you wanna know the worst part?!?” you yelled out, face scrunching in pure dislike. “and what’s that?” vox asked. “that little bitch is yapping all over the city about you and i.” you rolled your eyes.

“ah..? she is? what exactly is she saying?” vox grunted as he glowed in anger. “she was ah… calling me your escort or whatever…” you scowled.

“tch, whatever! i’ll get over it— or, something.” you sighed, falling into your chair, as you closely eyed vox’s expression.

"aha... i'm glad you can let things go so easily, dear... now, i’d love to stay in call a bit longer, but i really have to take care of some important business right now." vox grunted, flying a quick yet lovely kiss to you before he ended the call.

okay, none of that happened— at least most of it didn’t happen. that girl... she was just pretty fucking annoying, always whining about how badly she wants to get fucked, jesus... close your fucking legs for once, yeah?

to be fair, on her own part, she was quite powerful. so, killing her yourself wasn't exactly a good option. instead, why not get your boyfriend to do it?

best case scenario, vox kills her, nothing else. worse case, vox simply hypnotizes her into selling her soul to him. ugh, imagine seeing that bitch's face everyday.

then again, you'd see her all sad and pathetic everyday cause she sold her freedom away.

either way, it's not looking too well for her.

[romana-after-dark]

(If u do not enjoy ABO feel free to disregard) what if Alpha!Logan got ahold of your pills that make you skip your heat and replaced them with some sugar pills 👀 you don’t really notice anything too far out of the ordinary until you start feeling that familiar body ache and are confused as to why it’s kicking in. You are in your room pacing trying to figure out what to do next when Logan “innocently” knocks on the door…

Something was wrong. Something was super fucking wrong. You didn't notice anything at first, then you thought maybe you were sick...

Now, as you stare down at at the next you made in your room of pillows and blankets on the floor...

Then a knock. You sniff, smelling Logan and fuck... fuck he smelled so damn good.

"Logan?" you call through the door, feeling warmth pool in your stomach at the memory of your handsome friend... or maybe it is the heat. "Lo, you better stay out there... somethings wrong."

His voice sounded worried. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" You're quick to assure him. "It's just... I don't think my heat suppressants are working."

A pause. "You're in heat?"

The sound of his voice, the obvious concern... You've always wanted Logan, thought of him when you stuffed your fingers in your pussy every night... but you didn't think he wanted you.

"Yeah, sorry, thats probably TMI but Lo- I really need you to go, you just... your smell, it's so much, kinda hurts-"

"You're in pain?" You can hear his hand on the door, and you're quick to trying and block it.

"Logan, no!"

But he's too strong. Logan pushes past the door and looks at you with concern. You try to control yourself, you really really do... but when he stood there in that slutty tank top and blue jeans it was all over.

"Need you."

"Wha-" But Logan's mouth was cut off by your kisses.

You beg for him. "Please, please, please fuck me, please Logan? It hurts, it really fucking hurts, help me?"

Logan quickly, kissed you back. "Of course I'll help you, bub." Logan picks you up, dropping to his knees to lay you down on your nest. "I'll take care of you..."

As soon as Logan pressed his cock into your warmth, you started to relax. He was glad he switched out your pills.

[luveline]

Omg what about reader talking to Eddie and she just starts crying bc she's just loves him so so much and Eddie is so confused what's happening and for a sec he thinks it's bc the joke he made hurt her feelings and he's just like "baby sorry no I'm sorry ur not too chatty" and like "ur crying bc u love him? Why is that making u cry??"

“And we went back to her place and slept four to a bed. I'm surprised I had it in me, but I guess I was, you know, sixteen.” You stab a particularly nice looking roasted potato with your fork and put it on his plate. “It's kind of crazy. I couldn't do that now, I'm too old. My back would hurt too much. I can only sleep in my bed or your bed.” 

“Mine, please.” 

You laugh and give him another potato off of your plate. He already has potatoes, but this is how you are. You won't accept them back —he's tried to stop you before, with less than optimal results. “Yours for sure. I'm too full to drive.” 

“That's what I like to hear.” He pushes his plate away in case a third potato is on its way, gesturing to your food with his knife. “Is yours warm enough?”

“Sure.” You wipe your mouth with a napkin and take the sip of your shared drink with a refreshed smile. “Ah, and that's really cold.” 

“We could still do stuff like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“You know, like you and your friends did. I know we're not sixteen anymore but we can still have fun.” 

“I do have fun.” 

He shrugs and stands, picking up your empty glass to refill for you. “And we'd get to sleep in our own bed at the end,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “We'll go out this weekend and do all that fun stuff. But with fewer felonies.” 

“They weren't felonies,” you say. 

Eddie laughs as he makes his way to the sink. He loves this, having dinner with you, letting you talk his ear off. “You're nonstop tonight, baby, somebody put a quarter in you or what?” 

“Two quarters,” you say. 

He makes a drink. It can't take long. He rinses out the glass, fills it with coke, grabs a handful of ice cubes from the fridge and wipes the counter when he's done. He sits across from you as he had been, waiting to hear more of your story or maybe whatever plans you'd like to make this weekend, but he stops cold, because you're crying in your seat all quiet and secretive, looking down at your lap. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, panic shooting through him, quick and unapologetic, “Hey. Hey, what's wrong? You're crying.” 

He reaches across the table for your hand. “I wasn't trying to be mean,” he says hurriedly. “You're chatty, but you're my chatty– uh, thing, you know? Not that you're a thing. You're not a thing.” Eddie squeezes your hand, swapping panic for a more serious demand. “What's wrong?” 

“Eddie, stop,” you say. 

“You stop. What's wrong, sweetheart? You gotta tell me.” His voice fries with pleading. 

“I just love you.” 

He stares at you. “What?” 

“I love you, Eddie…” You sniff and wipe your cheek. “Sorry, I'm not trying to be a loser,” —you laugh, and his racing heart starts to settle— “just you're the only person I know who'd sit here listening to me babble and figure out what I'm trying to say. I'm so lucky. I love you so much.” 

Eddie feels a heat growing along his waterline. “Well, hey, I love you too. You're the only person I'd wanna sit and listen to. You get that?” 

“I know.” You laugh wetly. “I don't know why it made me cry, I was just thinking, you kissed me and I was thinking hey, he really loves me.” 

“I really do.” 

He gets up out of his seat to hug you. While he holds you, you thankfully ride out the short lived bubble of tears, though you do turn into his chest and splutter another I love you. 

He's shocked that someone would feel that way about him, to love him to tears, especially you. So after he's hugged you close, he peels your face away from his neck to cradle your face, locking your eyes, ensuring that what he's about to say will stick. 

“I love you,” he says, nodding, “but you're not lucky. I like listening to you talk. It's the best.” He wipes your cheeks dry tenderly. “Don't waste your tears on me.” 

“Wasn't trying to.” 

He leans down for a gentle kiss. He knows you weren't upset, but he figures you deserve a soft touch anyhow. A very, very soft touch. 

[minecraftakis]

*+:｡.｡ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ | giyuu bf hcs!! pt.2

a/n: nao lets act like i didn’t disappear BUT ANYWAYS im gonna write some more hcs since this angst i had planned is taking way longer than i expected!! lmk who yall wanna see next or what yall see :3 (pt.1 here!)

pairing: giyuu tomioka x gn!reader

cw: doodoo, kinda short, fluff, sfw!, not proofread, blah blahh

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- giyuu as a bf! who asks for your hands to play with them, he’s the type to trace the creases on your palm, rub the back of your hand, and thumb at any scars or scratches you have. giyuu enjoys the feeling/or touching of things that soothe him.

- giyuu as a bf! never EVER hides your relationship, he’s private but he’s not secretive. like he’s not the type to be open about it just like thatt so somebody would have to literally ask him if he had a s/o to find out.

- giyuu as a bf! who gets very worried about your safety, especially if you’re in the demon slayer corp. he doesn’t doubt your strength but as someone that he deeply cares for, he wants to know that you are safe and well. this causes alot of issues and conflicts in the beginning of your relationship with him, but you eventually surpass this with time.

- giyuu as a bf! that only on a blue moon do the you and him ever get into disagreements and conflicts. it’s usually miscommunication, or a misunderstanding and a lot of times it’s cause of his pent up emotions that are very unpredictable. a lot of times you guys can talk about whatever’s bothering him or you, but when you can’t he gets really distant, and he usually gives you the silent treatment. he really only does this cause he doesn’t want to say something he’ll regret later, but you know that, so you’re not too worried!

- giyuu as a bf! writes and is always writing you poems or letters in his spare time. if you’re off on a mission he’ll send you long letters of anything that’s he’s been doing lately and how he’s waiting for your safe return.

- giyuu as a bf! lobes to cuddle. he is the most cuddle-bug of cuddle-bugs! he likes when you cradle him cause he can hide his face and sniff you, plus you can caress his big head and kiss his forehead. it could be in bed cuddling or just as you sit somewhere buttt he loves your warmth and the pressure of when ur on top of him, he says “dear, come here. get on top of me.” or he’ll just grab you and do it himself.

- giyuu as a bf! doesn’t get jealous a lot, but when he is he gets quiet. not like silent treatment, but he’ll get really questionative and start like interrogating you type… and by then you know he’s jealous so you’re super quick to reassure and comfort him. he’s like he’s like “what were you doing today..?” and then he’s like “who were you with today…?”

- giyuu as a bf! really likes when you play with his hair, he likes when you brush it and he really likes when you style it. you calm him a lot like that.

- giyuu as a bf! thinks that kisses are very special and intimate and he’s very certain with how and when he wants to kiss you. he’s not strict by any means but yk! he likes kissing your cheeks, anything around your neck and he loves kissing your shoulders and like that area. he goes crazy at your nape!! your hands,and your lips. he might be a man of a few words but he does so good at making you feel so very loved.

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a/n: highkey wanna write some freaky hcs now.. cause i’m in need of it but!! who knows!! lmk what yall think or if yall have some other hcs! >u<

[the-kr8tor]

Hi Katy <3

Could I get some arrowroot in a❣️ bottle?

I just want Mrs and Mr Smith cuddling after a hard mission

-🪦

Hell yea ofc!!! Thank you for requesting! Hope u like it 🩷

Pairing: Spy! Hobie Brown x Spy! Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Spy AU, Mr and Mrs Smith AU, John Smith! Hobie, Jane Smith! R, CW blood, CW violence mention, CW injury, FLUFF

A sequel to this

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

The helicopter rumbles, its whirring blades echo in your bleeding ear. You're covered in drying blood, mouth sickeningly dry, and incredibly hungry from the whole ordeal. Hobie sits across from you, uncharacteristically silent, a mirror image of you with crimson still dripping from his neck down to the collar of his shirt. His eyes are empty, staring outside at the passing lush islands.

You cough, mindlessly picking at the blood underneath your fingernails, and pulling at the rubber band on your wrist to release it in a harsh slap on your skin. Hobie sees your habit return, and then almost immediately, there's a sudden pressure against your ear, almost making you jump if not for his hand gently grasping your shoulder.

“You're still bleedin’” He yells, forgetting about the helicopter headset he has on.

“Please scream in my ear more so I continue to bleed!” You're annoyed from how shitty the mission went to how much chaos you and Hobie left in that bunker. Sure, it was considered successful to the company's standard, but you had to do drastic measures for it to be considered just that. You can still smell the smoke stuck in your nostrils, and the screams embedding in your mind.

Hobie takes his headsets off, the immediate sound of the blades pierces his ear drums. “Sorry,” he gestures for the seat next to you, to which you give him a quick nod. With a groan, he now sits next to you, dabbing the cloth in his hand along the shell of your ear. You don't mind how close he is, you've been partners with him for almost a year now. Technically ‘married’ for ten months, sixteen days, and twelve hours. But who's keeping count?

You stay silent even when he hands you a bottle of water. Hobie continues to clean the blood off your ear while you drink and watch how his hands are so gentle with you. Even after he watched you set flames to the occupied secret bunker. “Why?”

“Why what?” He replies, voice softer than before.

You sniff, glancing towards his mismatched yet gorgeous eyes. It reminds you of a stained glass window in a church, it's the closest you get to see heaven at this point. “Nothing.”

He doesn't pick and prod, perhaps he also knows how you feel. You thank him silently for understanding. “There, I think the bleedin' stopped a while ago, the blood was just covering your ears.”

True enough, you can hear much better now. Nothing's muffled but there's still a throbbing pain left. “Thanks.”

After finishing, he still doesn't leave your side. “No problem.”

“You okay?” Your voice is quieter than the voices in your head. You scooch closer to him, knee to knee, hand inching closer to his own hand atop his thigh. “I saw you get thrown.”

“Nothing to worry ‘bout. Y’know me, I can handle it.”

“That man was built like a fucking wrestler, Hobie.” You utter his real name quieter than the rest of your words, lest you want the company to know that you've broken the rules. Again.

“Yeah, d’you think he knows Hulk Hogan?”

You chuckle, “fuck off.” Laying your head on his shoulder, mindful of your injury. He smiles, reaching for your wrist, grasping at the raw skin where you always let the rubber band go in a smack. “He kinda looked like Hulk Hogan.”

“What if he was his kid or somethin’?” Hobie rubs along the angry lines left by the rubber band, smoothing you.

You snuggle closer, injury be damned, intimacy issues thrown out of the copter window— you need him and his touch. “Then we're fucked, Hogan's going to come after us.”

Hobie snickers, snaking his arm behind you to wrap you tightly in his embrace. He swears he heard you let out a relieved sigh, so he squeezes you once, twice, until you've fully relaxed. “Why? Is it because we killed him?”

“No, because we stole his lunch,” Hobie laughs, making you laugh against his shoulder where you've parked your head in the crook of his neck. “Yes, because we killed him.”

He hums against the crown of your head, kissing you softly and subtly that you almost didn't notice it. “You saved my arse back there. Our synergy was off the bloody charts. Let's see the other Smiths do that.” He boasts, mentioning the other pair of Smiths who practically threw you and Hobie into the mission that was supposed to be theirs.

“It was you, Hobie, of course I'd fucking kick his ass.” You pout as he smooths your worry lines in between your eyes. “Besides, they would've done better because they're so perfect and so in love.” You say the last words with bitterness.

Hobie tamps down a laugh, continuing to hum against your head. The vibrations from his throat calm you down like you needing white noise to fall asleep. You think you can never fall asleep alone now because of him. He has become your personal white noise machine. “So in love it's sickenin’” He says while he rubs your arm, and moves your head to pepper kisses on your temple.

“They're so sick, I hate them.” You take all his kisses, sighing with each peck.

“They're not perfect though.” He pauses, lips still on your skin, voice muffled by it.

“They are.” You lean away, leaving his lips still puckered up from his numerous barrage of kisses. “They're a level higher than us, and Jane's fucking wardrobe is amazing. God, I hate her so much.”

Hobie nods, listening to you ramble on about John's excessive love of ‘imagine dragons.’ “Like, ‘thunder’ doesn't even fit the mood of our dinner party when he played it on his phone. It was Italian for god's sake, we had prosciutto. The fancy kind!”

“Mm-hmm, he's annoyin’” while you talk, he carefully puts your head on his lap and you're none the wiser. It's not like he's not listening, he'd listen to you yap about bird migration in the north only because you're the one who's talking. But he knows you need to rest for the rest of the flight or you'd be knackered by the time the helicopter lands. Even covered in blood and complaining, he still finds you endearing.

You suddenly stop ranting, twisting around to fully face him. Hobie puts his hands up in surrender, you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Pettin' your head?”

You huff, turning towards his stomach, accepting his fondness while you embrace his middle. “Continue.”

“Alright,” Hobie beams down at you as your eyes start to close the second he rubs your aching back. You're curled around him like a cat, the seats are too small to fit your entire form so you're all shrimped out while you slowly fall asleep.

“I'm going to fucking kill them for throwing us here.” He thought you were asleep already, your sudden, angry yet sleepy voice almost made him guffaw in his seat.

“Especially Jane?”

“Especially Jane.”

“I'll handle John then.” His fingers make patterns on your back.

“You'd help me?” You ask, meeting his eyes.

“Of course, it's for you, love.”

You wanted to kiss him right there and then. “Good, because I don't want to do it myself.”

Hobie laughs softly, eyes just as soft while he looks at you. “Sleep first, revenge later.”

[miasmaghoul]

hear me out, speaking of the ghovie… what abt raindrop movie theater employees au? love u btw 🥺🫶

HIllll CRIM ILU TOOOO <3

Pls this is such a fun idea ugh. Kinda suggestive at the end, but mostly just raindrop being raindrop. :))))

"Whaddaya think makes 'em Swedish?"

Rain looks up from where he's hunched over his phone, finds Dew sitting on the counter with a baggie of Swedish Fish. He swings his feet and holds a gummy fish between two fingers, making it swim through the air. Rain can see how red his eyes are from here, and even though the air hangs heavy with with the scent of popcorn he can still smell the remnants of weed wafting from him.

"Dunno," Rain shrugs. He supposes he could look it up, but that would interrupt his valuable mindless scrolling time. There's only so much time between screenings in their dinky little theater, he has to take what he can get. "You should ask someone Swedish."

Dew hops off the counter, stretching both arms over his head. His uniform polo slides up, reveals a pale strip of skin above low-slung jeans, and Rain snaps a quick picture for future reference.

(He has a Thing for Dew's bony hips, so sue him.)

"You're no fun," Dew pouts, slouching over to Rain's side of the concession stand. He drapes himself over Rain's back, sighing heavily. The little baby hairs thay have escaped his bun tickle Rain's cheek, make his nose scrunch up.

"I'm tons of fun," he deadpans, holding up his phone and displaying an article about the mating habits of Atlantic salmon as though that proves something. Dew doesn't even glance at it, too busy snaking his arms around Rain's shoulders and nosing at his hair.

"You smell like coconuts," he giggles, woefully stoned. He sniffs at those dark curls until Rain starts to squirm, reaching back to poke him in the ribs.

"How high are you?" Rain chuckles, still tipping his head when Dew starts drifting towards his neck.

"This's what happens when you don't share with me," the blonde mumbles, chapped lips grazing Rain's throat. "I roll for two and have no self control."

Well, he's not wrong about that last part. Rain thinks back last week, when Dew had spent the night at his place. A quiet evening spent smoking and playing video games, until they were both too stoned to do anything but snuggle and watch TV. Rain had ordered them a pizza, grabbed it from the driver in a haze of smoke and set it on the couch with a quick announcement about needing to piss. He'd been gone for maybe ten minutes - most of which had been spent forgetting where he was while he washed his hands - and by the time he'd gotten back Dew had managed to scarf down six massive slices covered in pepperoni and pineapple all on his own.

"Don't I know it," Rain grumbles, reaching up to give the little guy an affectionate noogie. Dew nips at his jaw in retaliation, slinking around to Rain's front. Dew weasels his way into his lap, slinging his arms around Rain's neck with a smile. He leans in to lick at the spot he bit, and the way the ball of his tongue piercing glides over his skin makes Rain's eyelids flutter. He tosses his phone onto the counter in favor of holding the bony hips he loves so much.

"Y'know," Dew lilts, swaying in his lap, "we got some time before the next show." He scoots impossibly closer, until their chests meet and Dew can rub their noses together. Rain can feel his piercings through his shirt, and a little tingle runs through him. He slips one hand from Dew's hip to give his barely-there ass a quick squeeze, long fingers sneaking up the back of his shirt.

"We do," Rain nods, fingertips grazing the ultra soft peach fuzz at the base of Dew's spine. His eyes drift to Dew's mouth, wide and pink and curled at the corners in a mischievous little grin. "Wonder what we could do until then..."

Dew's smile gains a sensual edge, his eyelids drooping and the tip of his tongue poking out between crowded teeth. He slips his fingers into Rain's curls, blunt nails scratching at his scalp, and Rain shivers when Dew leans in close. He waits for a kiss that will undoubtedly taste of weed and raspberry flavoured candy.

Instead, Dew kisses his cheek and moves to whisper in his ear. His breath ghosts over Rain's skin, warm but shiver-inducing, and he makes his request.

Rain snorts.

"I am not fucking you with the popcorn butter, Dewdrop."

[raynehmms]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

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You wake up out of your sleep, just getting to bed after your long ass shift at Chili’s. “There’s no way” you roll your eyes as you answer your phone, your best friend’s name displaying. “I can tell you were rolling your eyes.” She squints her eyes at you, “Yeah cuz u were on a date what happened?” You laugh lightly your red silk bonnet eliminating in the light of your phone. She rolls her eyes at the question. “First of mind yours.” You laugh and sit up in your silk lined blanket falling off your body to your waist. “Ill mind mine when you actually get somewhere. How long have you been moping round bout a nigga that cheated on you?? I love you but this has to stop. Like immediately.” You stare into her eyes and watch as she looks down her eyebrows furrowed as tears threaten to prick her eyes. “And don’t you start crying again, go take a shower and go to bed I’ll call you tomorrow okay?” She sniffs a little “you right I’ll talk to you later byeee” you hang up the phone and put it on the charger falling back asleep. You wake up a little late, realizing that you rush to get up, having the opening shift after closing was hard as hell but you need the money so…who are you to complain? You take a quick shower and throw on a fresh uniform rushing out your house and damn near sprinting to your bus stop making sure not to miss the bus.

Couple hours later…

“Y’all niggas need to hurry up fo I leave y’all ass.” Ony says closing his car door. “You ain’t gon leave us.” Connie laughs. “Wanna bet?” Ony adjusts his hat and sunglasses as walks up to the Chilis , the rest of the group following behind. Adorning the same hat and glasses as he did. The bell jingles above the door as they walk in immediately getting bombarded with noise of families and waitresses rushing around the busy restaurant. “Hi how many people?” You say not looking up from the tablet In front of you already hearing the jingle. “Uhh 5 people, can we get a table away from people.” He lowers his head, his hat coving the view of his face. “”Weirdo”” you think, “well right now we are kind of busy so it’ll be hard for me to find a table away from people.” You look up at him and sigh, the tines from working to closing the previous night and opening this morning were hitting you like a truck. “We have a table it’s not clean right now but as soon as it is I’ll let you know. Can I get a name and number?” You look at him. “Uhhh well just go to table right now and you can clean it when we get over there.” You scoff, “that’s not my job sir, but whatever you like.” You shrug your shoulders and grab 5 menus and walk them to a dimly lit table in the corner of the restaurant. “I’ll be back give me a minute please.” You walk away as they sit down and ask the busser to clean the table and let the waiter know you sat a group in their section. You walk back up to the hostess booth, in the process walking past their table. “Aye can we get some water over here??” Connie yells a little. “Aye shit the fuck up, you the reason we got caught last time.” Jean rolls his eyes. You sigh and walk back over to them. “Sure by waiter will be with you shortly, anything else.” Annoyance lacing your tone. “Damn she fine asf.” Jean whispers just enough for you to hear making you roll your eyes. It also causes most of the group to look up at you. Ony’s eyes widened before settling back in the street outside. He speaks up. “Nah that's it, I wouldn't want to waste yo time.” You huff as you walk away walking to the waitress in that section, Aj. “Can you get table 14 some water so they can stop bothering me?” “You okay?” She asked, concerned. “Yea my head hurts a little, I’ll be ight almost time for me to go anyways.” You walk away and go back to the hostess area, sitting there doing nothing to your relief besides saying bye to the passing customers that are leaving the restaurant. After 2 hours or so you finally see the last group before you clock out and walk towards the hostess desk, Ony stopping before he walks out. “My bad for all the bs they be on. Can I get yo number? Maybe I can repay you or sum?” You laugh sarcastically. “Nah you good, have a nice night though.” You gesture towards the door not looking up, and clocking out via the tablet in front of you. And you walk away.

To clock out and grab your coat and bag from the locker, locking it after and walk out the staff entrance looking up at the bright sun as you slip your headphones into your ear and plug them into your phone playing the same playlist you’ve listened to since you were in middle school, and take out a pre roll you’ve had in your small ouch you keep in your bag for times of feeling down and drained like now. You walk to an abandoned park near your house and light your blunt while sitting on a bench away from the eye of people.

As you inhale you think of all the things that frustrated you that day, causing you to clench you unoccupied hand in anger, as you exhale you let it all go, realizing you have so much left of your day to be dwelling on stupid people with bland taste buds, you would know, you’ve tried the food at your job and to say there was no black people as cooks was obvious due to the unseasoned food they gave you. You put the blunt to your lips and continue smoking, not paying attention to the nature surrounding you, in your own world waiting for the bad memories to become numb to you, and the blissfulness to take over.

Word count: 1058

A/N- FIRST CHAPTER ngl I did take some inspiration from a Wattpad book I read a couple weeks ago cuz it was stuck in my head but nothing is completely direct (strike out by AMPj101 on wp)

[satorubrain]

Heyy <3

Can i have *another* request for the child eater Gojo~ how he would wake us up:

Normally (everyday)

To be sweet~

In an emergency~

and To be a pain!

Thank you!! i'm looking so forward to this!!!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff, slight angst.

Synopsis: How Satoru wakes you up.

A/N: WELL THEN I HOPE U ENJOY THIS BBY <3

Normally.

Lets consider this is the normal one but the real normal is "to be a pain"

He wouldn't. He doesn't even want to get up. But your phone is too far from his reach and it's too comfortable to leave. He nuzzles in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with your lotion.

"Babeeee" he whines. "Your alarm has been going off for the last 15 minutes? Think you can do something about it please?"

"Mn. 5 more minutes pleasee" You mumble in your sleep, head buried in the pillow, eliciting a giggle from him.

It's a daily thing and both of you knew that. The 5 minutes might turn into 5 hours and you'll still somehow manage to doze off without a worry in your sleepyhead.

He hugs you a little tighter before dragging you up along with him, rocking back and forth with you, saying sweet nothings in your ear waking you up (mostly because if he annoys you in the morning, he'd be found dead in the next two seconds).

To be sweet.

This usually happens when you return late at night from a week long mission or when he fully knows you've been having a hard time recently, he tries his best to be extra sweet.

He wakes up a little early, drawing you a bath so you can relax. While the water is filling up he gets you breakfast, since he's prohibited from cooking but at least he knows how to make your favourite kind of tea.

Giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek as he slides an arm under your back, helping you get up.

"Good morning, sweet. I've got you breakfast and drawn a bath for you. What do you want first..... Or perhaps you want me?" He mischievously jokes earning a smack on the shoulder from you.

In an emergency.

I dont really imagine what kind of emergencies he might have. But I can think of three to be specific.

Case 1:

If anything that wakes him is your phone ringing because someone called you at an ungodly time.

Thankfully before it could even bother you, he picks it up just to find out about an emergency exorcism of a special grade curse that appeared out of nowhere. All it did was annoy him, he was irritated by the higherups who decided to summon you at 4 in the morning.

No he still doesn't wake you up. Instead he decides to solve your problem and not bother your peace.

Giving you a quick peck on your forehead, whispering "sleep tight, sweets. I will be right back" to which you mumble random incomprehensible words, which was enough encouragement for him. It doesn't even take him an hour to finish up your work and return to your warm embrace, giving in to his sleep.

"Uhh what did I get paid for?" You question, mostly yourself while checking the text message as you got ready for the day.

"Well i wonder" he stands proudly in front of you grinning widely giving you an answer.

Case 2:

He's crying.

It's one of the days when his thoughts get the better of him, his past comes tumbling down, numbing his senses and leaving him so vulnerable.

He's holding you close, afraid that he'll have to lose you too- maybe that you'll leave him or something else. His past has left a deep wound in his heart that is far from being healed, which reopens from time to time leaving him whimpering and afraid.

You soon wake up to his silent sobs, his chest heaving, and his soft sniffs. It doesn't take you long to come to your senses and realize he's probably having an anxiety attack. You know what's aching him, he doesn't need to tell you nor do you need to ask.

You hug him tightly as you gently pat his head. "My love, my Satoru. I'm here alright? You'll be fine. We will be fine okay, love?" you try your best to comfort him, reminding him to regulate his breathing as you wipe his tears, and thankfully it seems to be working.

"P-please... Don't leave me" Satoru pleads, sounding so pained and broken. You feel your heart shatter at his words.

"Always my love, I'll always be with you" You assure him, cupping his cheeks as he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes while holding you tightly as he falls asleep.

To be a pain.

Exhibit A.

Another emergency being, him having a stupid question at 3 fucking 48 in the morning.

"babe babe as curses are developing they will start crushing too?" "Do you think Sukuna ever gets lonely? Nah maybe not hes a loser" "Babe will you love me if i was a worm?" "I had a dream of you!!! Did you dream about me too?" He shakes you awake, looking at you with his bright cerulean curious eyes.

"Gojo Satoru are you serious?!"

"My name is not Gojo Satoru, my name is, my love or something like that but not gojo. But what do you think about the question!!!!!!"

Exhibit B.

He has returned from a week-long mission at 4am and of course he wakes you up with a loud announcement of his arrival before he rushes into your shared bedroom, discarding his blindfolds somewhere. The door hits the wall with a loud bang while his throws himself on top of you crushing you with his weight.

"I'm love-starved" He explains cupping your cheeks, frowning and pouting slightly, his eyes a little watery. Enjoying your every movement and grunt that spill past your lips as you try to make space for yourself. Witnessing your beauty makes him realize how much he missed you as he cages with a tight hug.

Exhibit C:

"Rise and shineeeeeee" He declares as he slides the curtains aside causing you to wake up whining.

"Glad you woke up! I need my morning kiss now" He returns to you demanding a morning kiss just to be thrown off the bed when he comes close to you before you rush to the bathroom to get ready.

Oh, how he loves teasing you and annoying you. Knowing you won't even say a word before brushing and getting rid of that morning breath he could care less about.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[here2bbtstrash]

Since I’m in lovvvvve with Jimin being all subby… may I please request reader sucking/edging jimin off until he begs for her pussy🔥🙈

Thank you and I love youuuu happy jihope month 💜🫶🏼

HI JAZ ILY 🥺 i kinda cheated a little bc my brain...... really wanted to write fleshlight porn idk i have no excuse. but i hope this still gives you what you were looking for 🥰 stan sub!jimin forever and ever !!!!

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: sub!jimin x dom!reader wordcount: just over 1k but i won't tell if u don't contains: subbbbbby jimin, reader is pretty soft w him 🥰, edging with a fleshlight hehe, orgasm control/denial, crying, quick mention of brat taming, one face slap, dumbification if u squint, mentions of ownership, teasing, BEGGING, noona kink (sorry 🙈), unprotected sex, jimin comes immediately, we love him anyway

~*~

Jimin’s got his mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out, showing off the places where he’s soft and pink the whole way down.

Eyes closed, lids flickering, keeping time with the pace of his hips. Twitching, shaky, humping up into the toy in your hand as you work it over his cock. The slide is easy, his shaft slick from his own mess of precum and the thick squirt of lube you prepped him with.

There’s a loud squelch for every sloppy pass of silicone down his length, a dirty fucking sound, but Jimin is too gone for the sour-shame shivers that drew his nipples up tight when you first started pumping him. He’s chasing the feeling entirely now, all animal. Brainless.

You want to take him in your mouth and bite down– on the fat muscle of his tongue, the weeping head of his flushed-dark dick, everywhere.

Chew him up and spit him out, pretty baby boy.

“Y-yeah,” Jimin pants, tongue thick in his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

The muscles of his thighs roll and flex as he fucks himself closer, his cock rabbiting up into your grip, strokes punctuated by desperate little whines, wet gasps. His voice is wrecked, wrung out with pleasure. “Just like that, fuck, fuck–”

All at once, you pull the toy off and watch as denial crashes over Jimin like a wave.

He collapses against the bed, a shattered groan torn from the back of his throat. Shivering, hips still jerking with enough force to smack his useless cock against the flat plane of his stomach, like he’s trying to get himself over that so-close edge untouched. His balls are drawn up tight, surely heavy and aching with pent-up release, enough that a fresh, fat teardrop of it leaks from his slit.

When you drag your gaze back up his body, you find more tears glittering at the edge of his lash line.

You shift up to straddle Jimin’s spread, shaking thighs as his hips finally still; you’re so turned on you may very well be dripping wetness too.

“Are you going to be a good boy now? Not a little brat anymore?” you ask softly, and he nods, bottom lip twisted between his teeth.

“Use your words.” You know he’s not too far gone for it.

“Y-yes. I will,” he sniffs. “Be so good.”

It’s so easy, the pliant way he moves when you grab his jaw with your hand, tilting his chin up to force his gaze to follow. Doesn’t even flinch at the slap you deliver to his cheek, just because you can.

“Then tell me who owns you.”

“Noona does,” that sweet little broken voice mewls.

“Yeah? Who does your cock belong to?”

“Noona,” Jimin answers as you tighten your grip on him again, pressing the blunt edge of your nails into the smooth, soft skin beneath them. “To noona. My cock belongs to noona.”

“That’s right, baby. It’s mine to do whatever I want with. To play with for as long as I want, hmm? Even all day?”

“Love it,” he gasps. There’s a flush to his skin all over, blooming hot want; his chest heaves with it. “Love it when you play with m-my cock all day. ‘Cause it’s y-yours.”

“Aw, baby.” That deserves its own reward. “You are a good boy, huh?”

His fingers twist helplessly in the sheets when you flick a thumb over the brown bud of his nipple, just once. It kicks through him like an electric shock, you can feel it, his hips bucking up between your legs.

“Yeah,” he whines. Reiterates, “‘M yours.”

So fucking perfect. “Why don’t you tell noona what you want, then?” you purr.

A tear drips down Jimin’s face as he breathes his confession like a sinner. Like he’s ashamed to even ask for it, good boy that he is. “Want noona’s pussy.”

“Is that right?”

All it takes is your thighs spread a little wider for you to sink low enough that the folds of your cunt kiss his glossed-wet shaft. Jimin outright moans when you roll your hips, dragging your pussy along his needy cock once, then again.

“Just like this, baby?” You move slow for the delicious slide of him over your clit, and it’s torture good enough to have you both leaking slick.

It takes Jimin three tries to get the word out. “Inside,” he finally whimpers. “Want in, noona.”

“Yeah, you wanna fuck me? Is that it?”

A sob wracks his chest as you keep grinding your slit on him, slow-burn sparks popping in your gut as he loses it beneath you. “Please, noona. Wanna come, wanna fill it up, be a good boy. Please let me in.” He’s babbling, spine arching up like his body’s pleading too.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. “How can I say no when you ask for it so pretty?”

Jimin’s shuddering like a plucked string, as if every inch of him is hovering on the edge of indulgent blackout pleasure. He’s still begging, an endless pleasepleaseplease drooling out over his tongue until you finally, finally line yourself up to the fat head of his cock and let him stretch your pussy open.

You’re halfway down his shaft when he gasps, “I’m coming.”

“Good boy,” you rasp, greedy for it now as you take him entirely. “Give me what’s mine. Did so good, saved it all for me.”

You can feel the hot pulse of his cock squeezed tight by your walls, pouring out thick spurts of cum, giving back everything you worked up in him. Tears spill down his face, the sweet fucked-up relief kind, like his whole body is shattering to pieces, coming all the way apart.

Jimin takes his time with his long-denied orgasm, his hips shoving up in twitchy aftershocks until he’s worked his way through the last of it. His cock throbs, spent and empty inside of you.

“What do you say, baby?” You reach both hands up to swipe your thumbs over the tear tracks on his face.

“Thank you, noona,” Jimin breathes, his voice softer without that raw edge of need coloring his words. He nuzzles his cheek into the palm of your hand, smudges a kiss there too. The creases under his eyes deepen in an afterglow smile, all the desire shot through him now replaced by the molten warmth of praise.

“You know the rules.”

You tip forward to grab your small purple bullet off the nightstand, then let it drop carelessly onto Jimin’s torso, where it tumbles down to rest in the hollow dip beneath the swell of his ribcage.

“Keep that pretty little cock where it belongs and make noona come, too.”

[orangesaek]

hiii! could you please write fluff about haechan taking care of a sick s/o? im literally dying right now and something like that would be really comforting, thank u 🫶🏻

OMG i hope you're feeling a lot better now! Thanks so much for your request, and pls take care of your health 🥺🤍

a/n: slightly proofread

A loud clap in his face snapped Haechan out from his thoughts.

"Hey, focus!" Jeno reminded, chuckling at Haechan's distracted look. "Pull your shit together and do your best one last time."

Haechan only groaned in response.

"He's right," Jaemin chimed in. "You can finally visit your girlfriend once this is done. She's sick in bed, right?"

Haechan nodded in response before letting out a sigh for the nth time that day. He couldn't stop worrying about you ever since you got sick a few days ago, and he hated himself for being unable to visit you even once due to his packed schedules.

NCT Dream was waiting in the dressing room for their turn to perform for their final music show performance before they can finally take a few days of rest. Luckily for Haechan (and Mark), they had no other schedules lined up for the next few days as well for NCT 127.

"Don't forget to drop by the pharmacy to get her what she needs." Renjun kindly reminded. Haechan nodded again, feeling really grateful that his friends are just as genuinely worried about you.

After the performance, the boys quickly got dressed to leave, with Haechan being the quickest to get inside the van.

"Hyung, can you please drop me off over there?" Haechan asked their manager, pointing to the direction where a pharmacy was located.

"Just try not to get sick as well, alright? Inform me or Taeyong if you're gonna come home to the dorms tonight or not." their manager said before parking the van on the side of the road.

"Yes, hyung, I will." Haechan responded as he unbuckled his seat belt and quickly put on his disguise.

"Take care, and tell your girlfriend to get well soon." Mark said.

After saying a quick goodbye to his members and seeing the van leave, Haechan walked inside the pharmacy and took out his phone.

"Hi. Can I please have these?" He politely asked at the counter, showing a list of medicine and some other items for you.

"Thank you." he said as he left the pharmacy and rode a taxi on his way to your apartment, anxious to see how you were doing.

Meanwhile, you were peacefully sleeping in bed with a serious cold, not having the slightest idea that your boyfriend will be visiting you soon.

Haechan actually insisted for you to go to the hospital. But being a stubborn person that you are, you didn't listen to him anyway and just decided to stay in bed, assuring him that you'll be fine in a few days. 3 days tops, you said, which clearly wasn't the case at the moment.

A delicious aroma wafted in your room suddenly, disturbing your sleep, and prompted you to open your sleepy eyes and sniff the air.

"What...?" you mumbled to yourself groggily as you rubbed your eyes. Still lying in bed, you squinted your eyes to look at the window in case you left it open and the smell came from one of your neighbors in the apartment. Seeing that the windows were shut, you wondered where the smell came from and decided to check.

You (reluctantly) got up the bed and was just about to put on your slippers when the door to your room suddenly opened, revealing Haechan with a tray of food.

"Where are you going? Lie back in bed," Haechan said as he pointed to your bed with his lips, softly closing the door behind him with his foot.

You sat still on your bed in shock, confused as to why your boyfriend's in your apartment. Maybe it was just another extremely reaslistic type of dream, you thought, until he made his way to your bedside table and put down the tray.

"Are you seeing things? No. What am I doing here? To take care of your stubborn ass that I love. When did I get here? Half an hour ago. What about my schedules? They're all done and I don't have any other schedules for the next few days. What if I catch your cold? Doesn't matter." Haechan said with both arms on his hips and a smug look on his face.

"There, I've answered your questions, now lie back so I can start feeding you, naughty girl."

You blinked at him before snorting at his response in disbelief. Haechan just knew you too well.

You lie back in bed, adjusting yourself so you could sit comfortably. You looked up at Haechan, who was now sitting on your bed and pouring a glass of lemon water for you.

"I can't believe you're actually here..." you mumbled, affectionately placing a hand on Haechan's thighs. "Thanks, babe."

He put down the pitcher and held your hand tightly, heaving a worried sigh before looking at you softly.

"Don't worry about it, my love." he said as he softly brushed his thumb across your hand. "Just focus on getting better soon so we can go on a fun date, okay?"

You mouthed another thank you before Haechan picked up a spoonful of hot porridge, gently blew on it, and brought it to your mouth with his other hand positioned below to catch any spills.

"Mm, this tastes so delicious." you said, finally getting the source of the delicious smell earlier.

Although Haechan didn't usually cook for his members, he was actually pretty good. When you asked him about it some time ago, he said he can cook almost anything as long as there's a recipe he can follow.

"Glad to know. Eat up so you can take your meds and rest," he said as he brought another spoonful to your mouth. "Speaking of meds, when was the last time you took them?"

You actually forgot and just smiled sheepishly at him in response.

"Unbelievable." Haechan groaned and rolled his eyes at you in disbelief.

After eating and taking the medicine Haechan bought, he made you lie down in bed to rest as he scribbled down on your notepad.

"There," he said triumphantly. He brought the notepad to your face, showing a timetable he created for all of your medicine. "Oh, wait. I don't trust you enough, so I'm also going to set some alarms."

You only groaned in response, already dreading the amount of times your phone's going to blow off from all the alarms.

Haechan took your phone from the bedside table. A soft smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw your lockscreen—it was the very first picture you took together as a couple. The picture showed only your hands that was brought together to form a heart.

His smile grew bigger after he scanned his thumb on your phone for access, revealing his face as your wallpaper. It was a picture from one of his photoshoots that he loved.

"Aren't you such a big fan of me?" he chuckled teasingly. You chuckled dryly as a response but smiled after. Of course you love him with all your heart and soul. He's your everything.

"I seriously don't know what else I'm going to do with you if you still forget to take your meds after this." he said as he placed your phone back on the table. "I made sure the volume's in max."

"Should I be ready to get evicted from this place for noise complaints?" you asked jokingly. Haechan chuckled with a smirk before lying in bed with you. He placed his arm under your neck, bringing you closer, and you adjusted yourself comfortably in his arms.

"I'm really worried you're gonna catch a cold." you mumbled into his warm embrace, also taking in his sweet scent that you missed a lot. Haechan rubbed your back softly.

"I already told you, baby," he quietly said. "It hurts my heart to see you like this. I'd rather get sick than to leave you alone."

"I'm really sorry..." you responded, suddenly feeling guilt wash over you. You knew it was quite difficult for Haechan to manage between his schedules and personal life, so for him to come running to take care of you instead of resting or doing something relaxing in his free time made you feel guilty.

Haechan clicked his tongue in disapproval before gently placing his hand on your head and running his fingers through your hair soothingly.

"Don't even start." he softly reprimanded. "Just listen to me this time and focus on getting better, okay? I'm the happiest when you're healthy."

A comfortable silence filled the room for a moment, with Haechan's fingers still running through your hair.

"Anyway, I'm always going to be here for you. If you get sick again, then I'll just take care of you again." he added.

You didn't want to make him worried anymore, so you just hummed in response, feeling so grateful to have him by your side. Haechan placed a soft kiss on your forehead and started singing softly, his sweet voice being the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep.

- end.

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Levi NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He lays there, you leaned against his chest. Plays with your hair or you play with his. Talk about video games and then go for a bath

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hair and horns. He just thinks they look cool. You, he can’t get enough of every single part of you, he feels lucky you even notice him. But if he had to pick I feel like he’s a neck guy. He just loves looking at your neck and collarbones and imagining marking them up with love bites

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I THINK HIS CUM HAS GLITTER, yes you heard me glitter. I think it has a blue iridescent shine to it. Which makes it look really pretty when it drips out of your hole

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hentai? Not after he met you. Definitely jerks off to you and your pictures you post on social media. I don’t think he even likes hentai that much anymore because he can probably only get off to you. We all know he’s a big fat pervert so maybe he takes sneaky pics of up your skirt or you changing, for scientific reasons.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s SOOOOO difficult. Idk if he’s a virgin, but homie is definitely lacking experience. He’s like hella old tho. So he probably isn’t a virgin. But again, still lacking a ton of experience

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You riding but he moves your hips. He has a control issue and he always needs to be in some kind of control. Also doggy. He loves doggy. He will destroy your organs with his cocks in doggy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s so serious that it’s comical, like if you so much as smile in a goofy way he gets so insecure and insulted

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Blue pubes. And idk man. He might be waxed��..

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not great at intimacy but he enjoys it and loves the feeling of you being there emotionally as well as physically

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He takes your panties and sniffs them to get off. He wraps them around his painful erections and strokes himself up and down pretending you’re there with him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes being degraded. But he still doms, but he also does some degrading back at you. “I can’t believe you’re letting someone like me fuck you” and “you must be a real easy slut if a gross shut in can get in your pants”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed and his bean bag. The tub is a little bit inconvenient

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jealouslyyyy, is like the biggest one. If u even laugh at mammon he wants to claim you. He’s can’t stand it when you talk to others. Especially lord diavolo. He’s just so perfect and him and Levi are so different

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not hurting you, light hair pulling but he cannot bring himself to even lay a finger on you in a violent manner, he refuses. Even if you beg for it, nope. He’s just too infatuated with you to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has that snake tongue man, he’s a god at oral. Like better than he is at video games. When you go down on him tho, he takes a while to get comfy. He might cover his face the first few times, but after he knows you aren’t gonna judge him, he’s all cool with being loud and taking his hand away from his face

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. He most definitely enjoys just having you sit on him and cock warm him, but if you talked with mammon too much that day, or didn’t respond to his text quick enough he will find you. And when he does he’s pumping in and out of you so fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Eh. He feels indifferent to them. He would prefer to take him sweet ass time, but hey he’s not gonna stop u

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jealousy. He will make sure you’re extra loud when he pounds you in his room but he’s not to fond of doing it outside of his or your room. He doesn’t like the risk of someone else seeing you like that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sadly I think he has the second lowest stamina out of his brothers (after belphie ofc) and that’s not always a bad thing. He’s still a demon and still has a ton of stamina compared to you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A fleshlight. He he got one that has your skin tone and everything. He’ll use them during fun time. But u have to bring the extra things. He’ll let you do whatever you want. Or if u want him to do anything to you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Horribly inpatient. Not a tease at all. Not slick enough and not enough skill with the ladies. He might try sometimes but he’ll just get embarrassed immediately. Then u need to tend to his wounds

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s the one person louder than mammon. Literally whimpers, moans, yells. The whole nine yards. Even if he’s dominant. He still whimpers and moans like he’s the one getting his insides rearranged

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Idkkkk I know SUB LEVI is a big thing but I think he’s just a shy soft dom, maybe he’ll want you to dom him and degrade him sometimes but he stays in charge for 90% of what happens. Ahem I also am a firm believer in panty stealer levi

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

TWO DICKS. You heard me, two. I think the lower one is 8.5 and the top one is 9.5 roughly. And in his demon form the tip becomes a dark blue

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s so ducking horny, you breathe, he’s hard. You bend over, he’s hard. You say his name in a sweet tone, he’s hard for hours. He’s a total perv. He’s just a shy little perv.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. You’re long asleep before he even does. He’s probably playing on his Nintendo switch lol

[itsjaywalkers]

can I have regulus holding a little lamb 🐑 please

i don't know if this is what you had in mind nonnie but . here u go:

"Regulus?"

He startles a little, his jump making the tiny body between his arms shift slightly, a weak bleat that almost sounds like a protest dragging a frown out of him as he turns around. Regulus shushes the animal gently, rocking it against his chest before he finally looks at the person in front of him.

It isn't who he had been waiting for, considering he had called his brother, but taking into account Sirius' worrying levels of codependency when it comes to his friends, he supposes he should've seen it coming.

"Potter," he greets him, eyebrow arched. "Is my brother gonna make an appearance at some point or is he using you to elude his responsibilities? Again."

Potter starts shaking his head effusively even before Regulus has finished talking, the desperation in the gesture nearly making him roll his eyes. Always so quick to defend Sirius' honour.

"Oh, no, he's coming, I swear he's coming," James reassures him, offering him an apologetic smile. "He got held off at work, so he called me and told me you had an emergency and asked me to keep you company until he arrived."

"And couldn't he had called me to tell me that?" Regulus inquires.

James looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. "He didn't think you would've reacted well. He said it'd be... easier to just. Send me here without a heads up, to make sure you wouldn't refuse."

He cringes at the end, and even though it's the bare minimum, Regulus finds some satisfaction in Potter's obvious discomfort. It's nice to know that he isn't the only one who finds some of his brother's methods despicable, despite the usual good intentions behind them.

"So Sirius' reaction to me asking for his help is to bring his best friend to deal with the issue without consulting me about it first," he states blankly, disappointed at the fact that he isn't even that upset about the whole ordeal. Really, it's classic Sirius behaviour. They're okay now, usually at least, but part of him is always waiting for him to fuck up one way or another. "Nice to know."

"C'mon, Reg, you know that's not it—"

"Don't call me that."

Potter has the audacity to roll his eyes. "Okay, Regulus. But really, he wanted to be here, and he will be, as soon as he's done with work. This was out of his control. And he asked me to come because he didn't want you to wait for god knows how long on your own."

"Whatever," Regulus huffs, refusing to admit that hearing about Sirius' concern is enough to soften him a little. Just a tiny bit.

There's a beat of silence after that. Regulus isn't going to entertain a conversation with James Potter of all people, and besides, he's busy trying to calm the animal he's holding between his arms, which is still quite restless. Regulus doesn't blame it. He's pretty unnerved by Potter's presence himself.

Of course, and considering who he's with, it doesn't last.

"Potter," he calls him, making him snap his head up, one of his hands coming up to readjust his glasses. "Spit it out."

"What?"

Regulus represses the urge to scoff. "It's obvious there's something you wanna say. I can almost hear you thinking, and it's pissing me off, so just—fucking say it."

"Um," Potter starts, blinking a couple of times, eyes alternating between Regulus' face and his chest. "That's—a lamb. You're holding a lamb."

"Astute observation."

Potter snorts. "You gonna elaborate on that, or...?"

"I'd rather not," Regulus sniffs, raising his chin slightly.

Potter opens his mouth, more than ready to whine, maybe even push, but in the end, he simply lets out a deep sigh before closing it. The sound is resigned, which pleases Regulus, but also a little fond, which only manages to confuse him.

Although, if he's being honest, most of Potter's actions do. In ways he does his best not to think about.

"Can I at least touch it?" Potter questions, tilting his head to the right as he watches the lamb intently.

Regulus' first instinct is to refuse. But he doesn't know how long he's going to have to be alone with Potter, and antagonising the other man will probably just make this whole thing even more awkward. Tenser. Not to mention, the lamb is quite adorable, and if nothing else, he understands Potter's want to get close to it.

He nods, and Potter looks so taken aback for a second that Regulus is almost offended. But then, and before he has the chance to change his mind, Potter is moving, closing the distance in fast strides.

He's less than a breath away barely a second later, and Regulus feels dizzy all of a sudden, a woodsy scent filling his senses and a lovely warmth surrounding his limbs. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from letting out an embarrassing noise.

"Careful," he warns when Potter simply goes for it, eager and clumsy, the rushed movement dragging another weak bleat from the lamb.

"Sorry," Potter says in a whisper, so near his breath hits the side of Regulus' face. It sends a shiver down his spine.

He tries again, gentler this time, making a show of putting his hand in front of the animal. Potter waits a few seconds, and then goes to caress its head, slow and patient, watching out for any discomfort and stopping every time the lamb squirms.

As soon as the lamb looks relaxed in Potter's presence, he finally reaches out properly, touching softly and with care. The lamb barely reacts, apart from a tiny shift of his head, pressing against the contact. It makes him laugh delightedly, and Regulus hates that he can't look away.

Potter raises his head right after, a bright grin curving his lips. But they're so close that their noses graze each other with the movement, breaths intermingling, and his smile falls the moment he realises, hand stilling on top of the lamb's head.

Regulus feels his traitorous heart stutter in his chest. He wants to step back, needing to put some distance between them, but his body refuses to respond, no matter how many times he gives the command.

He's barely breathing when he licks his lips, throat dry and full of knots. And he definitely stops when Potter's gaze falls to his mouth, eyes darkening dangerously and body leaning forward, intentions more than clear.

Regulus doesn't think Potter is aware of what he's doing, and yet, this knowledge isn't enough for him to put an end to it. To pull Potter out of his daze. Push him away.

No, instead, Regulus also leans in, fingers twitching against the body between his arms. He gulps, heart beating wildly in his chest, and then he starts to close his eyes, the first contact of Potter's lips against his making him tremble. It's tentative, and so soft it can't even be called a kiss. But it still leaves him aching for more.

A needy sound crawls out of Potter's mouth, and when Regulus is about to press closer, crash their mouths together, a loud bleat makes them both jump apart.

Tending to the little lamb in his arms comes as a reflex, and Regulus is more than grateful for the distraction, even though it isn't enough to keep colour from rushing to his cheeks. He tries to focus on shushing the animal, on caressing it until it calms down, doing his best to make it feel safe. But his mind is somewhere else, on someone else, and before he can stop it, he's sneaking a glance at the other man.

Regulus' heart almost stops when he sees Potter's expression. Eyes dark and still fixed on him. Lips parted and shiny. Glasses askew. Breathing uneven.

When Regulus notices his closed fists resting at his side, knuckles almost white from how hard he seems to be holding back, he has to tear his gaze away, face burning.

Fuck.

[swifty-fox]

WIP MONDAY

tagged by @1343-40 who had a fun little hockey au snippet for u all (semi-canon to mine)

Little Beasts P2: Amoretti (7k WIP)

“Gotta be real quiet okay? Don’t want your daddy finding out.” he purrs. 

Gale rolls his eyes intentionally this time, but the flush that spills across the bridge of his nose and apex of his cheekbones is voice enough to the effect of John's words. John grins and crapes his teeth across one burning cheek.

He’s not ashamed of the shivering whimper he lets out as he fucks into Gale, and presses the noise into his skin so it doesn’t escape into the night. Gale's hands scrabble against the sheets, knotting in them so hard a few stitches pop and John doesn’t let up his pace. He could feel Gale’s rough exhale against his fingers, the agonizingly pleasured groans he was gritting out against his palm. He wants to kiss Gale, wants to swallow every single sound; let them be the only sustenance he never needs again.

Kingdom for a Kiss (42k WIP)

“I can feel your silent judgment from here Saint Cleven.” 

“I ain’t say nothing.” 

John takes a heavy swallow, smacks his lips pointedly and tucks the flask into the center console, “You’re really good at that.”

“Is it going to be one of those nights then?” Gale sighs, irritation prickling in his belly. One of those Stalag-owned nights where John was bitter and sharp. Unpredictable like a spooked horse and just as dangerous. 

John heaves a breath, the kind that brings ones shoulders up to the ears and back down. He rolls his head on the stem of his neck and turns to spit brown tobacco out the open window. Dip use was common in the army and Gale had seen many a man balancing the dried brown leaves in the hollow between pointer finger and thumb for a quick sniff up the nose, or tucked in the gap between lip and gum to chew on during flights. John had picked up the habit at Thorpe, mooched it off anyone who would spare a pinch because he refused the indignity of buying his own. 

“Hell,” John says “No.”

He pauses.

“I don’t want it to be. Just having all those girls paraded in front of me like they weren’t anything other than prize breeding bitches isn’t as fun as i thought it would be.”

“Imagined that a lot have you?” Gale asks dryly.

I'm tagging @bucking-mustangs-with-wings, @magneticghouls, @antiquitea and @sig-nifier

and anyne else who wants to!!!

[hyunsvngs]

idk if you'd be comfortable to write this but pervy roommate minho who takes pictures of you naked and blackmails u (but tgeyre all empty threats)

putting this under a cut because this is quite dark and this is a BIGGGG disclaimer for that! it does not make me uncomfortable but i do not want to make anyone else uncomfortable <3

so i’m putting my own twist on this.. hope thats okay anonnie <3 i’m making it maybe slightly more playful with an also pervy reader.. LMAO

pervy roommate minho who you finally had sex with. honestly, you were probably just as much of a perv as him but very very lowkey about it - he wasn’t as lowkey about stealing your underwear, and he wasn’t as lowkey as he thought when he was staring at your naked body sleeping post-sex.

in fact, he just couldn’t help himself. he had to take some pictures, just for himself - okay, no, he was lying. the evil streak within him just desperately wanted to blackmail you with them. he could get you to do anything with these, couldn’t he? no, he wouldn’t actually do that. it’d be so fun to mess with you though.

so he did it. pushing his dark hair out of his eyes, he’s snapping pictures of you on his phone, blanket just pushed down enough to show the curve of your waist into your hip. bare skin, just about visible in the dark bedroom and dusky pink nipples still pebbled from your antics a few minutes before.

just as minho’s deliberating over the pictures, thumb resting over the one where you can just about see the top of your pussy, your eyes blearily blink open. you lean over, looking at his phone before he can move it away. “‘s that me, min?”

he jumps at your voice, putting his phone face down on his chest. he sniffs before resuming his normal stoic expression. “yeah, so you better do everything i say, or i’ll send them to the boys.”

you stretch your arms above your head nonchalantly, the blanket falling off of your naked form. minho’s quick to focus his eyes on your tits, jiggling with your stretch. “i’ll do whatever you say anyway, min. you know that.”

“yeah? you a slut for me, kitty?” minho lets himself smile, moving sharply so he’s laying on top of you, caging you in with his arms. his phone has fallen elsewhere on the bed but you don’t care, giggling and wrapping your legs around his waist. the movement causes a new-forming bulge to press into your core and you sigh, placing a single kiss to his jaw.

“you’re a slut for me too, min. don’t deny it.”

“mm. yeah, you’re fucking intoxicating.”

“maybe you can take a video to send to the boys instead, huh? don’t need to take pictures while i’m sleeping.”

minho looks down at you, his eyes wide before his face falls into a cocky smirk. “fuckin’ perv.”

yeah, you’re both just as pervy as eachother.

♡ juno

how did i make this lowkey cute

[chilapis]

i just wanted to say that 1) i hope ur resting well and 2) im so enamored by the extensive analysis of both tartaglia's character and how you think he'd smell like i wish i had enough knowledge abt perfumes to do that myself ALSO i did NOT know there was a "tartaglia "perfume"" which is so endlessly funny to me ? even funnier how it doesnt match him as a character at all. they should just contact you to make his perfume instead for a new perfected release. also i thought that the one that had a handle that resembled a blade was really really cool and its rly interesting to see ur thoughts abt what he'd wear i chuckled imagining it as if u were giving him a whole presentation about what perfume you think he Should wear . sorry for rambling in ur inbox that whole post was just so cool

CLARA, hello! This is so sweet, hi; I hope you’ve been well. ♥️ Not to worry, I fell asleep literal . moments after sending the post because I was physically fighting for my life by the time I reached the conclusion.

Perfumes are quite easy to figure out if you know the basics of what you’re looking for. Is it masculine or feminine? Is it a clean scent or a dirty one? Is it floral, gourmand, woody, marine, leathery, something else — what is it? Search what type of notes make up such a scent. If you have any perfumes you really like (that is in your possession and you have experience with) or want something similar to, search that perfume up. Read up on the notes while you’re wearing the perfume and see if you can smell them; familiarise yourself with those scents. Find out what those notes symbolise, what they invoke, what effect they hold.

If you want a scent but have no “reference” perfume to work off of, that’s fine; follow all the steps prior to it. Search up perfumes that follow your description, but be careful to not buy a perfume entirely on the basis of its notes or ingredients. It’s always preferred to actually try the perfume out rather than blind-buy, because it might smell different to you or on you (because, again, personal body chemistry & body odour).

For example, I mentioned Russian leather as one of the “close but no cigar” special mentions; its notes include cedar, nutmeg, tonka bean, guaic; this leads you to imagine a warm, woody, spicy, scent. But it is not; I tried it in a fragrance store (I went to find Ocean leather, tried like seven different fragrances, and then left the place with Iberian leather which I am SO delighted with, it is such a thick and heavy scent I’m in love) and it wasn’t… spicy at all; it also had a few floral notes, such as rosemary and Pathouli, but I couldn’t smell the florals either. The basil, mint, pine and sage were TOO strong and it reflected a very, very… green mood. Maybe something that’d be a strong contender for Al-Haitham, but not really Ajax, and we don’t care about anyone except Ajax here so.

So I recommend just picking out a few fragrances that seem promising from their notes and accords, and then going to a physical store and confirming them for yourself before the purchase. Do not be afraid to ask if you can try out different scents there; I promise it’s all right to take your time deciding rather than making a quick, on-spot decision.

The presentation part is so funny to me though. Average Chilapis date. Me and the bad bitch I bagged through my autistic tendencies or however that meme goes.

I’m sick and tired of everyone treating Ajax like “oh my god my boyfriends so crazy 🥺” first of all, that’s my husband you harlot. And second of all I’m crazier than him. I will literally hold him in place and sniff him after dousing this man in perfume to see if it fits. And that’s not even MENTIONING the skincare routine and hygiene products I have to introduce this man to. I could not care less if you wish to conquer the world, you’ll do so smelling and looking good. This is peak Chilapis dynamic. v