#flower!reader

[prncesschloe]

—𝜗𝜚 how rafe cameron and flower!reader met 💭

previously; flower!readers intro

god, how good did rafe cameron feel to be back in good ol’ obx, and not whatever tropical country ward had tried relocating the camerons onto. he’d already handled and checked off a few of the things he needed to do aswell.

convince barry to help him steal the cross? check. actually steal the cross back? check. make it clear to ward that he has the upper hand now? check. melt the cross down? work in progress.

so now— here he was, at barry’s place going over all the shit they would need to achieve this step of this whole cash grab. and i just want you to imagine the look on rafe’s face when you— someone he’d never seen— and almost took for a touron, just walks into barry’s crib, not even muttering a single word before barry’s up and abandoning their conversation. grabbing what seemed to be a shoe box, which he didn’t know existed until this very moment, that was decorated with white lace, glitter and words titled ‘blythe’s magic grass’ written in big dainty cursive on the top.

and too make everything even more of a mind fuck, you hadn’t even seemed like you knew who the hell he was. he thought that you were just playing games at first, acting all on edge in his presence. (which was just your irrational fear of kooks in general) to which he thought was in results of his return and the whole peterkin situation, only to find out it wasn’t after he’d asked you what your name was. he was immediately shot back with, “what’s your name?” he didn’t know wether to be glad that this odd looking pouge— that he was slightly intrigued by didn’t know who he was and what he was known for, or to be taken back at the fact.

but if there was something rafe cameron did know, on this new path of exploring life without having wards iron grip on him— chaining him down and shaping him to be a obidient dog. was that whoever this chick that he had never seen a single day in his life, was a once in a lifetime opportunity take now— or a never see her again type of girl.

as soon as you left the trailer, picking up the dropped beach bicycle out on the front of barrys patchy front yard.. rafe didn’t hesitate to ask all the details about you, barry having to stop himself from knocking the light out of him at the mention of ‘a hot, odd, piece of work.’

AN : this is my first ever fic so i hope u guys enjoy ^w^!!!

[obsesssedblerd]

the first time you see your young daughter return from the garden to have lunch with you with flowers neatly braided into her hair, you assume that it's uraume's work. they usually keep an eye on her while she's out playing. that night, as you're getting ready for bed, you turn to your husband, sukuna, and ask him, "did you see the flowers in her hair today? uraume was so sweet to do that for her." the king of curses nods with a quiet hum of agreement.

two days later, you decide to take a stroll through the garden in the afternoon, and you're met with the most precious sight. sukuna is sitting on the ground with your daughter comfortably sitting on his lap, and next to him is a basket of small flowers that look freshly-picked. he skillfully and gently braids them into the little girl's hair, and you realize right at that moment that it was never uraume.

your daughter tilts her head back to look up at him, her scarlet eyes bright with excitement. "are there mostly purple ones in there, papa?"

"yes, little flower," he replies softly, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "now face forward. i'm almost done."

you smile to yourself, then keep walking on the path, allowing them to have their moment together.

[zenithsturniolo]

⮱ teach me how to whimper - chris sturniolo

1.8k words — swearing, sub chris, dry humping

a/n: I love edging horny bitches

you’ve thought about it way too many times. the way chris's jaw clenches when he’s annoyed, the cocky little smirk he always wears, and how he’s always pushing your buttons. but now, as you stand in front of him with that teasing grin on your face, it’s different. it’s a whole new thing, this pull between you two, thick and heavy.

“you sure you wanna do this?” you ask, a teasing edge in your voice. you're leaning against the doorframe, watching him stand there, all riled up but trying to act unaffected. his eyes flicker over you, full of that same damn cocky confidence he always carries around, like he could take on the world and still look effortlessly hot doing it.

he shrugs, his smirk widening. “i mean, i’m always down to show you how it’s done.”

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “you’ve got a lot of confidence for someone who has no idea how to whimper.”

“pfft. i don’t need to whimper,” chris shoots back, his voice dripping with that typical arrogance. “i can make you beg without doing that.”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the laugh that bubbles up. “sure you can, hotshot. but let’s make it fun. let’s see if you can do it.”

chris looks at you for a second, lips curling up at the corners. “and what do i get out of it?”

“you get the satisfaction of knowing you can do something i’ve never asked anyone else to do.” you let the silence hang in the air, letting him feel the weight of it. “that’s a pretty big win in my book.”

he tilts his head, his gaze flickering over you like he’s weighing whether he’s about to make a mistake. then, with a smirk, he shrugs. “fine. show me what you want me to do.”

you step closer, slowly, every movement deliberate. the tension between you is practically crackling now, and you can feel the heat from his body pressing against yours as you stop in front of him. there’s a challenge in your eyes, something teasing, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts.

“start by making it soft,” you say, your voice low, like you’re coaxing him into something. “a little needy. think desperation. you want to sound like you need it.”

he frowns, confused for a second. “you’re insane,” he mutters under his breath. but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “this is gonna be a joke.”

“just try,” you insist, taking a step back and watching him closely. “don’t overthink it.”

he shifts, awkward at first, trying to wrap his head around what you’re asking. he lets out a forced noise, barely anything at all, before glancing up at you like he’s waiting for you to approve.

“seriously?” you ask, your lips curling into a smile. “that’s not even close. you can do better.”

“you’re being impossible,” he grumbles, but his voice is tight, like he’s trying not to show that it’s getting to him.

“i’m being serious,” you say, crossing your arms again. “i don’t care about the ‘cocky act.’ you’re gonna whimper like you mean it, chris.”

you’re so fucking close to him now, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body. you’re not even touching him, but the electricity in the air is enough to make your heart race.

he takes another deep breath, clearly trying to get out of his own head, and you watch as he closes his eyes for a second, focusing on the task. then, the sound comes—a quiet, almost imperceptible whimper. it’s there, but barely.

you tilt your head, not impressed. “nope, not it. you can do better.”

he mutters something under his breath, and you hear the frustration in his voice now. “this is stupid.”

but you’re loving every second of it. watching him falter, watching him try to get this right, it’s turning you on more than you want to admit.

“think about it,” you say, taking a step closer again. “you’re supposed to sound desperate, chris. needy. think about how bad you want it.”

he glares at you, eyes flashing with something almost too intense. “you really wanna hear it that bad?”

you lean in, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. “i do,” you whisper.

he hesitates for just a second before letting out another sound, this one deeper, a little more genuine. it’s better this time, and you can feel the heat between you two shift, that invisible line you’ve both been skirting finally beginning to blur.

“better,” you say, your voice almost teasing as you step back again. “but you’re still not there. come on, chris. i know you can do it.”

he takes a sharp breath, looking at you like he’s trying to figure out whether this is all some big game or if there’s something else happening here. and you know exactly what that look means. he’s not sure if he’s winning or losing, but he’s in it now.

“you’re insane,” he mutters again, but this time there’s something softer in his voice, something almost pleading. “tell me what you want.”

you smile, leaning in closer again, your lips brushing his ear as you whisper, “whimper like you fucking need it.”

he shudders, eyes closing as he lets out a real sound this time, a soft, needy whimper that makes your heart race. the tension snaps between you, and for a moment, it feels like everything stops. just the two of you, and this moment that’s been building forever, finally reaching its breaking point.

he opens his eyes, staring at you like you just broke him. “there,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “happy?”

you nod slowly, your smile turning into something darker. “yeah. i think you’re starting to get it.”

the tension in the air is thick enough to choke on. your bodies are still pressed close, the heat of him radiating against you, his breath ragged against your neck.

but now, it’s your turn. you don’t know what exactly comes over you, but you need to feel control. you need to see him break, feel him under you. you’re done waiting.

you pull back, just enough to meet his eyes—wide, searching, desperate. his lips part, like he’s about to say something, but you don’t give him the chance. without warning, you shift, climbing onto his lap, straddling him in one fluid motion.

his eyes widen, like he wasn’t expecting this. his hands immediately grip your hips, but you catch his wrists, holding them there for a second, feeling that subtle tension in his muscles. he’s trying to stay in control, but you can see it now, the way his chest rises and falls too quickly, the way his breathing betrays him.

“don’t even fucking think about moving,” you murmur, voice low and teasing. you could practically taste the power in your words, the way he freezes under you, like he’s waiting for permission. waiting for you to make the next move.

you roll your hips experimentally, and the groan that escapes his lips is all you need to know—you have him. you can feel his breath catch, his hands twitching against you as you continue to grind against him, slow at first, just enough to make him ache. his eyes flutter closed for a second, and you watch, intrigued, as his lips part, desperate for air.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, barely audible, but you catch it. you’re not letting him get away that easily. not now.

“say that again,” you tease, your voice dripping with the control you’ve taken. “what was that?”

he swallows hard, his hands now attempting to move again, but you don’t let him. you press his wrists down, holding him firmly in place. he doesn’t resist. “you’re such a tease,” he whispers, but there’s something in his voice—something that tells you he’s not in control anymore. the tables have turned.

you don’t respond. instead, you give another roll of your hips, this time harder, faster, making sure you feel every inch of him under you. the low whimper that escapes his throat is enough to make you shiver, his head falling back slightly as he bites his lip, like he’s trying to hold something back.

“you like this, huh?” you ask, voice dripping with a hint of mockery. but there’s no hiding the way your body reacts to him—the way your core burns with the friction, the way the tension in the room builds higher.

chris’s hands twitch under your grip, and he stares at you, pupils blown wide. “fuck, please,” he breathes, and you feel a rush of desire at the way his voice cracks, the desperation clear in every syllable.

you grind down harder, feeling the way his hips instinctively move with yours, but you don’t let him take control. not this time. this is yours.

“tell me what you want,” you purr, your lips brushing against his ear. your hips continue their slow, deliberate pace, making sure he feels every inch of the movement. “say it, chris.”

he gasps, his chest rising and falling too quickly. “please—i need—”

you don’t wait for him to finish his sentence. instead, you roll your hips even harder, the pressure building in both of you. the sound of his breath catches, and it’s impossible to ignore. you can feel his muscles tense under you, the way his hands twitch, wanting to touch you, but you keep them in place, making him stay at your mercy.

the way his body reacts to every little movement makes you want to tease him more. you slow down just slightly, pulling back to watch him squirm. his eyes are dark now, pupils blown wide with need. “c’mon, chris,” you taunt softly. “you’re so desperate for it. just tell me what you want.”

and that’s when you see it. his entire demeanor shifts. he’s breaking, giving in. his hands finally leave yours, but they don’t go anywhere. instead, they land on your thighs, gripping tightly as he meets your eyes.

“please, don’t stop,” he mutters, his voice trembling. “please—i need you.”

and god, you can’t hold back anymore. you roll your hips one last time, the pressure and friction too much to ignore, and you both collapse into it. the feeling is too much. he whimpers again, and this time, the sound is louder—more desperate, more broken.

“that’s it,” you whisper, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “you’re doing so well.”

you keep going, slow and steady, watching the way he reacts to every single movement, every single roll of your hips. you’re in control, and he’s giving himself over to it.

his whimpers grow louder, more frantic, and you can feel him getting closer, his grip on you tightening, his breath shaky. he’s so close now, and it’s almost too much. you want him to break for you.

but for now, you’ll keep him right where he is—on the edge, begging for more.

no taglist yet but I might make one

divider by @enchanthings

© zenithsturniolo

[solviae]

try & tell me this isn’t tamino!rafayel buying you fresh flowers after you moved to verona together

[yukinohiko]

something about caleb being pleased when you cry to him. it isn’t so much him drawing satisfaction from your hurt, your frustration, or whatever else it may be causing you to curl against him, wet eyes like drowned flowers and pitiful.

no, his pleasure is more contrived than that. it’s from the way you seek him out purposefully. seek your gege out for something only he could provide.

and there’s something so sweet about that, isn’t there? so fulfilling?

a lifetime together, for him to indulge and coo and spoil you, and it’s blossomed so well. the desire in you, at every twist of the day, to return to gege for consolation and adoration in equal measure.

he gathers you in his arms, concealing the warmth in his pleasure. he masks it with tenderness, doting on you so lushly.

“there, there,” he murmurs, his lips shaped in a smile against your forehead. “you’re all right, aren’t you? don’t fuss. gege’s here.”

he kisses away your tears, humming as you hiccup and get your words out. it endears him so much, makes him tighten his arms around you, prompting you to press your face into his neck. you breathe in his familiar scent, homely and sharp, clear as the blue skies outside.

violet eyes gaze down at you with a love that feels too great to hold. but he will bear it — he’s always bore it for you.

[karinamariee]

celibate

pairing: drew starkey x fiancé!fem!reader

summary: you’re as innocent as it gets, promising celibacy. but when your boyfriend drew comes into your life, you can’t help but yearn for him.

warnings: smut w plot, mdni!!

authors note: this is my 100 follower special, plus it is such a hot idea, i love it

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drew first was admired by you when you stepped in one of his acting classes, taking him by surprise. it wasn’t your face (though it was beautiful) or your body (which made him instantly hard), it was the fact that you walked into the acting classes, dressed in all pink, and you walked into there with such kindness and respect that drew immediately needed you.

it took drew months to get you to go on one date with him, it was actually fucking with his pride, but he didn’t give up. eventually, you ended up going on a romantic date with him where he brought flowers and your favorite (though you never told him, he just assumed) chocolates. how could you say no to that?

but oh, when drew kissed you for the first time, he knew he wanted forever with you. he knew he wanted to get married, to have children, to grow old together. he wanted every single flaw, insecurity, fear and pain, and he would take that and throw it all into his heart.

he had just wanted all of you.

so he asked you any question under the sun like: “what’s your favorite color?” in which you answered pink. “who’s your favorite music artist?” in which you said gracie abrams. “what’s your favorite thing about yourself?” eyes. “why do you wear pink all the time.” i love wearing pink. all those questions were answered, and he immediately knew, you knew how to not be shy, being as open as your are.

by the time three months hit, he got down on both his knees, arms wrapped around your torso, cheek on your belly, your hands in his hair, and telling you how much he loved you. your response had been what he needed: you loved him too.

by ten months, you had been able to sit in silence, enjoying each others company.

by one year and a half, you two both officially moved in with each other, finally planning your life together.

by two years and three months, he proposed to you in which your answer was yes.

everything seemed perfect, but one thing kept on flashing in drew’s mind, and oh did he feel so dirty. he always wonder what it would be like to see you naked, bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you from behind as you moaned his name. so when he did think of those thoughts, he would shake his head.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” drew got the courage to ask one night.

you turned to him, closing your clothes drawer, and you walked to him, standing on your side of the bed.

“oh,” you said, “i guess i never told you this. im celibate, which means—“

drew quickly crawled over to your side, grabbing your waist, resting his head on your belly. “i know what it means, babe. it was just a question.”

but it got harder and harder for him, having seeing you in those mini skirts and dresses, seeing you in heels, seeing you change, seeing you do anything turned him on so much he had to jerk himself off in the bathroom.

but little did he know, it was hard for you too.

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“please,” you whispered, “make sure to go slow. i’ve never done this before.”

drew snorted. “don’t worry, baby. you’re gonna have the best time with this.”

you nodded as drew took his cock out of his underwear, throwing them to the side. you looked down and audibly gasped.

“it’ll fit,” said drew, “trust me.”

he slide himself inside of you very slowly. going inch by inch, listening to when you told him to go. eventually he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. you got into the rhythm of it, moaning when he was at a perfect pace.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good around my cock.”

you moaned loudly at that, pulling him closer by his buttocks. you couldn’t get rid of this feeling he was giving you. he was so good at this, so good that he threw his head back, going faster, but not that much.

“faster,” you demanded.

“fuck.”

he quickened the pace, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, your head throwing back into the pillows. you had never felt a feeling like this before.

“drew…”

“fuck i’m close.” drew said.

you moaned loudly, scratching on his back as he quickened the pace, on a mission. he repeated himself over and over again and you started whining, tears falling down your cheeks.

you came all over his cock, toes curling, never feeling like this.

“i guess you’re not celibate anymore,” said drew later that night.

you laughed, turning to him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[zephyrchama]

Leviathan aims to gradually raise your affection meter by bringing you one (1) small gift each day. He will get you something nice on occasion, but those presents are typically reserved for special events such as birthdays and holidays, during which any increases in affection are doubled.

You once mentioned a sticker at a discount store looked cool and he proceeded to gift you that sticker 26 days in a row. He called it min-maxing.

[snowywolf1005]

So you all know, shadow milk, burning spice, and mystic flour cookies creepy smile, right?

But what about corrupted (Y/BN)?

What do you think?

[rosepinks-world]

DUDE! SHE LIKES YOU BACK

spencer reid x fem! reader

synopsis: in which reader has returned from a field injury and Spencer surprises her.

Being shot wasn’t the badass experience all those cop shows made it out to be. It hurt, like a bitch and the recovery made you feel weak and useless. You werent allowed to work and were limited to doing paperwork from home.

However, today was the first day Hotch had allowed you to come into the office and work. Everything remained the same, the vending machine in the hall still required a good kick for it to actually give up the food inside, the ladies bathroom still had that one out of order stall and all your employees hadn’t changed one bit.

The thing that did catch you by surprise was the sight of beautiful spasms of colour put into a glass full of water.

Flowers.

They looked way too particular to be the generic $5 bouquet that had been bought from a supermarket. There were pink tulips, a few stems of lavender, peonies and a delicate sunflower in the middle of them all and the stems were wrapped in a white bow which was now drenched into the water but was further proof for its individuality.

You took a seat at your desk picking up the flowers and inspecting them closely, an attempt to see if anyone had left a note- a clear sign as to who sent them but your question was soon answered when a familiar voice sounded behind you.

“Oh! Do you like them?”

Spencer.

Before you could even say anything to him he started rambling

“I read up about botany and found out many believe that pink tulips symbolise affection and care, lavender represents healing and that peonies present good luck.” He paused his explanation by pulling his lips into one of his straight lined smile and nodding his head nervously.

“Oh! And the sunflower was just because I thought it looked pretty and you have Van Goughs portrait in your apartment.”

You smiled laughing at the clear thought he put into them. He looked like he want to say something else but you interrupted him by pulling him into a hug pressing your head into his neck. He seemed surprised at the hug but willingly reciprocated and wrapped his arms around your lower back. You both ignored the wolf whistle clearly made by Derek.

“Thank you, Spence, they’re beautiful.”

He blushed at the gratitude, “It’s the least I could do after your injury. Speaking of can I help you with anything?”

You laughed sitting down, ”God no. Thank you. But seriously, everyone is making this way big of a deal than it actually is. I’m not running a marathon I’m just writing files.”

He laughed again the blush still evident on his cheeks. You stood up and announced you would be right back - fleeing to grab more files from Hotch. The coworkers who saw all began heckling Spencer at what just happened.

“My man! Who knew pretty boy had this much game?” Derek hollered slapping Spencer’s back. Whilst Penelope almost jumped up and down in delight. “Oh my god they’re gonna have baby geniuses.”

“Garcia I gave her flowers not an engagement ring.” Spencer stated.

“Who’s getting an engagement ring?” Emily asked finally arriving for work.

“Nobody…yet” Penelope answered wiggling her eyebrows and walking back to her lair.

Spencer was so pleased with himself but a question Emily asked made his blood run cold.

“Yikes! Who got L/N flowers?”

“Me. Why? Is that a problem? Oh god is she allergic? I should have known!”

“No it’s just she hates flowers. I offered to get her some after she told me her had cat passed but she told me not to and that although she was grateful she couldn’t imagine a worse gift.”

Spencer’s eyes were practically gouging out of his head with anxiety and Derek couldn’t help but laugh as he joined the two.

Spencer looked between them rapidly and stuttered out, “What? But she gave me a hug and said they were beautiful? Do, do you think she lied?”

Emily raised her eyebrows mouth opening as she let out a knowing laugh. Derek looked at her and soon reacted similarly.

“What?” Spencer asked growing annoyed feeling like a child being left out of a game by their peers.

Derek offered an explanation. “You know how you’re a germaphobe but had no problem making out with Lila Archer that one time in the pool?”

Spencer blushed with embarrassment, “Why do you always bring that up?”

Emily rolled her eyes brushing him off and added to the point. “Spencer I think this is one of those situations.”

He furrowed his eyebrows confused. And Emily leaned in waiting for him to get it. His brows remained furrowed as he spoke again.“I don’t get it. Is this supposed to mean something?”

Derek rolled his eyes all concepts of being subtle gone out of the window.

“Dude! She likes you back.”

[prncesschloe]

ϧ୧ someones knocking at the door, welcome in.. flower!reader

white soft sand god is a woman

colored tattoos & matching piercings

flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers

will always question the meaning of life, gets a new hyper-fixation on different philosophers, poets, authors, artists, singers etc

smoking>>drinking ethereal-being

spring showers, part of her gets high off just being in the rain

high-key finds kooks scary

decorating her long locs— puts them up in pigtails with long ribboned bows

loves dying her hair, each time she colors it represents a different stage of her life

hand-made clothes sza and beabadoobee

her heart aches for long soft sex, but only receives harsh fucks. she blames it on the fact she does onlyfans and only attracts ‘losers’

both a girl and boy kisser, don’t get her started on that one girl

deeply connected to mother nature, being nude constantly in the solitude of her small house— resided on the cut, providing her a quiet life

a frog in another life polaroid pics gardens in her surprisingly large backyard

ϧ୧ her real name is blythe iyora, whos single mother cut her off at the ripe age of 16 all marren yearly type of shit

ϧ୧ believe it or not, but has the kookiest mom— she even lives on the mainland, or she did last time flower!reader checked

ϧ୧ has two dogs, both adopted— don’t shop. a dalmatian who’s spots are brown instead of black, and a cream colored, long haired dachshund

ϧ୧ not only does her social media portrait her aesthetic, but her onlyfans does as well. posing in her lush backyard full of flowers and tall grass, or just posting a random pic of a squirrel on a log. her subscribers love it

ϧ୧ speaking about her backyard, she absolutely adores it. references to it as the ‘garden of eden’, a big large pond on the side that took days of convincing barry to help her build it, home-grown fruit + vegetables, flowers that she considers her children, etc etc

ϧ୧ is so self-kept, that when her name gets mentioned anywhere. It’s 85% chance they’ll have no idea who she is, and if they do, the only words they describe her with is ‘that one fairy lookin bitch?

ϧ୧ flower!reader who gets her weed from barry, he even wraps her shit up in lacey bows— he has no clue on why he does it. only excuse is that he thinks of her as a sister

ϧ୧ flower!reader who is still oblivious to the fact that as soon as she left barrys trailer, he almost knocked out rafe when he asked barry for her number, and said she looked like ‘a strange hot lookin’ girl’

ϧ୧ thought she was tweaking every time she saw rafe out in public more often than the week prior, then proceeded to be even more tweaked out everytime he tried to make his advances on her. would hit him with the “are you talking to me?” line as she looked around for anyone around the two of them.

ϧ୧ she finds herself up at night sometimes, sitting on her hammock wondering what her mom was up to, in to which her wondering turns into her getting reheated all over again at the fact that she left her all alone.

ϧ୧ her house is whimsical as shit, blames it on the fact that she missed out on half of her teenage experience. and overall being forced to grow up and get her shit together.

ϧ୧ whenever any of her onlyfan subs asks flower!reader about all the toys n stuffed animals she owns, she tells them that she’s a collector, when she knows damn well that all 19 of her stuffed animals are named and cared for

ϧ୧ brushes off the fact that she hallucinates a tad bit, barely though.

[dykesevika]

Happy Valentine’s Day <3

Men DNI

[dreamyblanket]

Can you draw shadow milk with y/n in alice outfit in his style? Can't helped how the spire remind me of alice in wonderland. Might as well do teatime with him

Hope you don't mind I used deceit y/n for this ^^

[thephantomsdream]

Y/N: I'm not that much of a romantic, really.

Y/N: If you buy me flowers, I'll be very thankful, of course, and display the bouquet proudly. I do like flowers.

Y/N: It's just...

Y/N: Instead of passing by a flower shop and think of me, maybe pass by a shawarma shop.

Y/N: Also look at the fries section and think of me. Extra garlic sauce.

Y/N: With diet cola, please.

Y/N: Maybe pass by a pastry shop too.

Y/N: I like strawberry shortcakes. Or any cakes. Or pastries. Just get someth—... Just think of me when you see something sweet.

Y/N: (happy, proud smiling)

Ghost: (slow baffled blink)

Ghost: (speechless)

Ghost: (in love)

[vandal-flower]

Rin's cheeks are soft and squishy, a trait that never changed since the day he was born. Sae used to tease him about this, but not that Rin minded.

As he got older he forgot about how perfect his cheeks were until...

"Rin can I bite your cheeks?"

To say he was surprised by your request would have been an understatement. He was baffled and disgusted.

"No."

After begging him for over 10 minutes, he relents.

"Fine, but if you go hard I'll bite you ten-times as hard."

"Deal!"

The regret of his decision filled his body as you inched closer to his face. He was fully expecting you to rip his face off. Until he felt you gently teeth his cheeks.

He would've told you to stop a few seconds ago, but he just can't help but... LIKE IT??

By the time you've done what you've needed to do, his face is scrunched up like an angry cat. He looks at you, and he thinks to himself before looking back at you.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yeah! Your cheeks are so soft, looks like you never really got rid off the baby fat.", you tease him by pinching his cheek. Rin gives you a glare, but doesn't stop you.

"You don't mind if I do this often?", you ask.

Rin scoffs. "Do whatever. Not like I'd care."

He means yes.

[madaqueue]

KISS IT BETTER — satoru gojo x f!reader

request | event masterlist | fluff : warm drinks

“do you like it?” satoru smiles at you from across the table, long arms and elbows resting on the wood.

steam warms your face, your palms cradling the ceramic mug.

“i haven’t even tried it yet!” you laugh, holding the cup to your lips. a little whine escapes him as he waits, aquamarine eyes watching you intently. through a chuckle, the hot chocolate - ‘his signature hot cocoa,’ he touted - slides past your lips.

it’s smooth and sweet and rich, and then suddenly all too hot.

as you swallow, your chest erupts in flames, struggling to breathe beyond strained coughs. tears brim in your eyes and you pant, the air doing little to cool your scratchy, aching throat.

satoru is by your side in an instant, brows arched up and pouting.

“my poor baby, what happened? was it too hot? did you burn yourself?”

with a nod, round tears begin spilling down your cheeks.

“let me see, let me see,” he urges, palms resting along your jawline.

sticking your tongue out, you breathe through your parted lips. he frowns at the raw, reddened skin.

“my poor girl,” he coos, his skin melting into yours. with a soft grin, he murmurs, “let me make it better.”

cool lips land on your cheek, trailing across your nose, down your jaw. peppering light pecks across your skin, satoru traces every inch, warmth shared between you. he reaches your stuck-out tongue and you can’t hold back a giggle.

“‘toru,” you whine, giving him a gentle shove.

“what?” with a tilt of his head, snowy hair shuffles across his glimmering eyes. “i’m just trying to kiss it better!”

your laugh is bright, winter sun warming your cheeks.

he places snowflake-light pecks over your face as you giggle before his gaze returns to yours.

“i have to ask though,” his tone now serious as he pauses. “did you like my hot chocolate?”

“i love it because you made it.” through a smile, you blow over the top of it, the liquid rippling below. “even if it burned the hell out of my mouth.”

giddy, satoru smiles, rubbing his nose against yours, leaning his lips down. he tastes sweet and warm, all chocolate and love.

a/n: THANK YOU TO MY BELOVED BIBI FOR REQUESTING THIS I LOVE YOU SM HOPE YOU ENJOYED SATORU BEING A GOOFY LITTLE SWEETHEART :33

[karinamariee]

sweet

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

warnings: smut w no plot, mdni!!

a/n: idk what i’m doing w my life😭i also rushed that’s why it’s so short. I HATE THIS!!

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“fuck yeah,” whispered drew quietly as he pounded into you not so quietly. you had nothing to say, nothing was coming out of your mouth, you couldn’t even moan. everything was just so overwhelming. the way his dick would squelch inside you made your toes curl.

“i love you, i love you,” you moaned loudly. drew lowered himself on his elbows, both of them trapping you in between, but the way your legs laid on his shoulders, him hitting the right spot, you could care less. your arms moved to his back, nails digging into the white skin.

“you feel so good,” said drew. “so fuckin’ good.”

he moved his hand down to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making your arch back. your eyes crossed and moved to the back of your head. you could feel your orgasm getting close.

“you’re so fuckin’ sweet,” groaned drew. you heard his breath on your neck. he went quicker, trying not to cum too quickly. he would rather wait for you.

“right there,” you moaned, “just like that.”

he picked up the pace. you could hear him groaning in your neck as you came silently. it was too good to make you say anything. your toes curled and uncurled as it was overstimulating you.

“just like that,” drew said. “this pussy is so fuckin’ sweet.”