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khvlani · 2 months ago
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cookie monster — a calex short
— softies on their day off, one with raging stress and one who happens to have an obsession over sweets.
alex cabot is known for being notoriously good at many things. the squad, including her girlfriend, is often amazed by how she single-handedly tackles every inconvenience and has deemed her to be naturally skilled no matter what. she is just that good, whether in the courtroom, karaoke bar, polo field, and as casey would proudly flaunt, in the bedroom.
though despite her godly skills, the squad has learned that alex has her weaknesses and that there would always be one place where alex remains inferior, and that is the kitchen. she never understood how people got to smoothly create a meal for themselves, let alone a meal for her and her redhead. alex can vividly recall the last time she tried to make boiled eggs and ramen for casey but ended up causing a fire that eventually led to the pair deciding that casey would do the cooking and alex could set the table.
the squad has also had multiple encounters with alex disposing her mini fire extinguisher as they arrive at the couple’s place. they've also overheard casey, multiple times, talking on the phone with their repair guy to make a deal in regards to the burnt marks on the wall made by none other than alexandra cabot.
it may be put out in the world that alex can be disastrous in the kitchen, but she knows one recipe that for sure won't burn down the kitchen and guarantee her a good time in bed later that night, and those are sugar cookies. when alex found out about casey's love for sugar cookies, she made it her life's mission to figure out how to make a perfect batch that would make casey drool non-stop.
eventually, she did figure out how to do it and would occasionally make a batch for casey to eat at home or bring to work. casey has begged alex multiple times to make more than one batch but the blonde finds it challenging as she had tried it before and failed. her sugar cookies would become bitter cookies and sometimes it would even turn out salty. baking more than one batch makes her panic, which would then cause mishaps that can affect the entirety of her cookies.
today was different than her usual baking days, she was making 3 batches of sugar cookies, which was unsual for her. an orphanage whom she donated to and often assists, asked her to bake sugar cookies for their upcoming event. she had thought of turning down the favor but she was too shy to do so, plus, casey bragged too much about her mouth-watering cookies that even the kids—who casey plays with and gave cookies to—begged her for it. she was left with no choice but to do as told.
both casey and alex were on their day off, and casey left their place early to play softball with some old friends, leaving alex at home with her little project, and a fire extinguisher ready in the corner. the blonde was precise and careful about her measurements as she wants her cookies to be perfect, and she had to make a hundred for the little event, as requested. if her calculations were correct, 3 batches would make about 105 cookies—enough for the event and a little left for casey.
the redhead had just gotten home from her game when the smell of freshly baked sweets lingered in their duplex which tickled her nose making her smile. she followed the scent that led her to the kitchen where the blonde was caught focusing on her, what seems to be, third batch.
“are you making what i think you’re making?” casey smirks, leaning on the wall. alex looks up after pouring a cup of flour into the bowl, “the cookie monster’s favorite? why, yes” she smiles re-directing her focus to the batter in front of her. “i thought we weren’t interested in making big batches of cookies” casey says making her way towards her girlfriend, hugging her from the behind, slowly burying her face in her girlfriend’s neck, taking in her scent. “it’s for a charity event,” alex says turning around, facing her girlfriend who now, surprisingly, has a cookie in hand. “you can only get five though, so now you have four left” she says sternly.
“not fair.”
“i know, baby, but i’ll make you your own batch soon. after i finish this tedious ass task” she replies, cupping casey’s cheek and kissing her nose before letting go.
casey groans, rolling her eyes as she walks out of the kitchen. “i’ll be in the bedroom, scanning my cases” she says. “don’t think of anything stupid!” alex shouts from the kitchen. by the time casey had walked away from the kitchen, she had already thought of multiple ways to snatch more than four cookies. she had even thought of asking olivia to let her babysit noah as a distraction for alex while she baked. she looks at her pad paper, scratching out her little plans as she continues write more and more ideas.
she had already grown frustrated trying to plot her little scheme until she had her little light bulb moment.
“hey, baby” alex looks up at to see her girlfriend in her sports bra and boxer shorts, with her hair down, showing off her little curls. “yes, hon?” casey walks towards the kitchen island putting one hand on top of a tray full of cookies, sneakily grabbing two cookies. “i was thinking, for the charity event later, i’ll go with you” alex smiles,“that’s lovely, case. i’d love that” she says as she tips her toes trying to reach for casey’s lips who was at the other side of the island. “perfect. i’ll go pick out my clothes and i’ll be right back” casey walks away with two cookies in hand and a girlfriend who is unaware of the missing cookies in her tray.
a few minutes later, casey is back in the kitchen again, this time her choice of clothing has changed and she is more revealing. “alexandra,” she calls.
alex looks up raising her brows as she sees the redhead wearing only her panties. this was a sight to see for alex, except it was a view meant to be kept in the bedroom. she rushes towards casey, taking off her apron and putting it on casey who was all giggly.
“you like it don’t you?” alex was now red, distracted, and panicking. “yeah, babe, but this is for the bedroom only” casey chuckles, slowly pushing alex gently towards the island, kissing her just how she likes it before slowly moving her way towards alex’s neck. alex let out a soft moan, struggling to come up with a response “i-i- have co-cookies to finish” casey pauses before quickly letting go of alex giving her a soft but swift “okay”
“wait, so you’ll stop? just like that?” casey smiles, walking away farther away from the kitchen, “i mean yeah, you said you have cookies to bake so i’ll leave you to it” alex was baffled by the quick turn of event, which made her think, and all of a sudden, everything clicked.
“casey novak.” she calls, her tone low but not too aggressive.
casey stops in her tracks and stands stiffly. “yes?” she could feel the blonde getting near so she did the only valid thing to do in tense situations like this. “casey, nooooo” alex whines as she faces casey who now has 5 cookies shoved inside her mouth.
“ahm shory” alex sighs leaving the redhead and walking back towards the kitchen. “forget it.” alex starts cleaning up the kitchen and wrapping up the remainder of the baked cookies. “wait, baby, no. i’m sorry, we can make another batch,” casey says stopping alex’s hands from cleaning up. “no, we won’t. i’ll just give them not a hundred cookies and prove that i’m lousy and lazy and bad in the kitchen” she says moving casey’s hands gently. “they wont know” alex huffs.
“they will.” casey says walking towards her girlfriend and sliding her arms around her waist.
“they’ll be too busy eating your yummy cookies that they won’t know and even if you made a hundred or a thousand, it’ll never be enough. you know why?” alex stares into casey’s green eyes, relaxing her shoulders, “why?” casey smiles, moving alex’s loose hair to the side, getting a clear view of her beautiful blue eyes. “because it’s so good, they’ll be left wanting for more” she says before pulling alex closer and kissing her. “your cookies taste just as good as you babe, it leaves me wanting for more” casey says cheekily making alex laugh. “and if they notice and ask why there aren’t a hundred cookies?”
“tell them you have a cookie monster at home”
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ishouldgay · 9 months ago
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I think my problem with shadowzel is that I don’t tend to like the version of Shadowheart that’s paired with Lae’zel. Like I can see the idea behind it but most of the fics that do have it as a side pairing obviously tend to portray her rather cold and ruthless herself because that’s how she is with Lae’zel. So a lot of the time she’s just. Mean.
And because Lae’zel’s romance starts really sex heavy they’re always having sex way earlier than Shadowheart’s romance and it makes the sex all mean and vaguely degrading which is fine if you like that but since Shadowheart is portrayed really cold it just feels weird and bad.
I’m sure somewhere out there is a perfect fic that doesn’t hit on all those icks for me but honestly. It’s just going to be a blah ship for me.
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bunnis-monsters · 2 months ago
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I am so unwell about the idea of a bee/wasp hybrid ???? Absolutely CLINICALLY down bad.
They’d be so soft and squishy and fluffy but so angry. . . Like a poorly trained purse dog.
Trying to do literally anything but bee/wasp hybrid bf just worming his way into your arms, grumbling and buzzing in annoyance. Can’t you see your cute boyfriend wants your attention?
God you can’t bring this man out in public. To most he looks so soft and sweet, but if anyone even looks in your direction he’s threatening to skewer them. Wasps and bees are very protective, so combining them is like throwing gasoline and fire into a tornado.
He’s so clingy, you’d think he’s been surgically attached to your hip. So soft and fluffy, but handsy and a bit rough. You never know what you’re getting with him.
One second he’s snuggling into you, little purrs and buzzes as his wings twitch in pleasure, then all of a sudden he’s biting your neck to establish dominance and shoving his cock into your fat cunt, stuffing you full of his eggs.
He looks like any other bumble bee hybrid, but he’s a bit angular like a wasp if that makes sense, with a reddish tint instead of yellow. Kind of like a person with strawberry blonde hair that leans more towards ginger!
He’s got terrible separation anxiety and instead of getting nervous he gets PISSED when he can’t be with you 24/7. Will absolutely show up and start fighting anyone that tries to keep you away longer than an hour or so.
Now imagine an ENTIRE HIVE of these bee/wasp hybrids! They’re absolutely overbearing… some combine the best aspects of their differing species, while the others bring out the worst.
But god you love them, and they adore you. They’re just angry, fuzzy little things!
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opiopal · 4 months ago
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I love the idea of mammon just getting so soft with mc when it’s just the two of them, other times the two are running around, planning stuff, being little weirdos, but alone they get so soft and squishy with each other,
Like imagine mc holding his face and gently peppering his face with kisses, making sure to cover his entire forehead, every spot on his nose, his cheeks, especially his lips, and he just absolutely melts into it, gently rubbing his hands on their back as they both lay together.
And while cuddling they’re even bigger dorks, occasionally just stopping to go “I love you” “I love you to,”, eventually Mc acts like a little weirdo, so when he says “I love you” he gets a “mmmhmmm..” as they cuddle into his chest,
“Hey,”
“Hmmmm?”
“Say it back”
“Say whaat?”
“You know what!”
“Mm I love you,”
“:)”
Idk, just silly thoughts that make me smile:) I love the idea of just sweet silly domestic lovey dovey moments,
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merlucide · 7 months ago
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INSECURITIES THEY FIND ATTRACTIVE
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notes: lmao I was bored, NOT proofread so ik it’s kinda wonky lmao
wc: about 200 each
warnings: cursing
!! all of these “insecurities” are beautiful and unique! I’m just using some common insecurities, just bc they are listed doesn’t mean you should be insecure! You are perfect they way you are <3 !!
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SMALL BOOBS
He loves your boobs. They are just so cute! He doesn’t care about the size of them, beside’s smaller the chest, bigger the heart! He thinks they’re just the right size, he can perfectly hold them so that’s a plus! He’ll still take a nap on them, boobs are boobs, no matter the size.
NAGI, RIN, OTOYA, sendou, chigiri, ness, niko, reo
STRETCH MARKS
Pls he thinks it’s the most sexy thing ever. He’ll trace the lines up and down with his index finger, telling you how cool your marks are. It truly baffles him that you don’t like your stretch marks.  He thinks they make you look badass, like a lightning scar. 
SHIDOU, BACHIRA, OLIVER, KARASU, REO, yukimiya, barou
THICK THIGHS
The gravitational pull couldn’t keep him away from your thighs. His head nuzzled into the soft flesh, while his hands rub and squish them. After a long day, or really whenever he feels like it, he’ll plop his head down on your thighs and falls right asleep. 
ISAGI, RIN, NESS, reo, nagi, otoya, barou
Bunny/buck teeth
Omg he literally cannot function- he’ll just stare at your mouth while you talk with a big ol’ grin on. He just thinks it’s so cute! Or whenever you’re concentrating and your teeth poke out, he think his heart just might burst. If he ever catches you talking down about yourself he’ll just have to show you how much he loves them with a kiss.
BACHIRA, KURONA, NESS, YUKIMIYA, charles, 
PUDGE
Pls he literally thinks it the best. You’re just so soft and squishy! You’re his personal teddy bear! His favorite part of you is your tummy. The butterflies he gets from looking at is it is crazy. He loves resting his head on your tummy while your pet his head. He loves it when you were tighter clothing so he can see your cute little pudge. 
REO, SENDOU, SHIDOU, KURONA, bachira, nagi, barou, ness
BEING SKINNY
He thinks it’s so funny how loose his clothes fit on you. He thinks your body is so pretty and delicate. he likes hold slender hands and kiss them. He loves the feeling of holding your hands in his. He goes around smuggly telling people he’s dating a supermodel. It’s not good to lie buuut, you totally could be a model 🤭
CHIGIRI, KAISER, hiori, otoya, rin, sae, ness
THIN THIGHS
He thinks they are just the perfect! He thinks it’s cute how big his pants are on you, since his thighs are humongous. He likes to have you sit on the bed while he sits on the floor between your thighs. His cheek will be squished against you, as you combs through his hair. It’s one of his favorite things. 
ISAGI, CHIGIRI, OTOYA, SENDOU, kurona, hiori, karasu, ness, kaiser, sae 
MUSCLES
…he really wants to be dominated by you. Like manhandle, please, he is practically begging you. He thinks your muscles are so fucking hot. Seriously, he thinks it’s the sexiest thing about you, it makes him feel all sweaty and nervous watching you flex your muscles.
KARASU, HIORI, SHIDOU, NESS, reo, 
FRECKLES / BEAUTY MARKS
You cannot and will not stop him from kissing every mole you have. He thinks they make you unique, he loves connecting each birth mark to one another like constellations. He’ll give your “constellations” dumb names too and create a whole story for them. He loves kissing all of your freckles<3
OLIVER, KURONA, BACHIRA, NESS, SHIDOU, isagi, barou, karasu, (sae too but less cute cus yk, it’s sae)
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pls reblog/comment! Luv to hear what y’all think! And remember you are a sexy and gorgeous, don’t forget pooks<3
Made April 18th 2024
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borathae · 21 days ago
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↳ Index [Day 17 - Drunk Sex]
Pairing: Good Boy!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: new relationship!AU, Idol!Yoongi
Kinks: sex in his studio, romantic vanilla sex, consensual drunk sex, some dirty talk, lots of giggles and kisses, a quick breast worship cause it’s Yoongi, safe vaginal penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, dry humping, thigh riding, use of a vibrator, talks about male masturbation, he talks about using her moans in songs, Amazon position, they’re just drunk and horny and in love <3, he is The Man, like i need him so bad emotionally
Wordcount: 5.9k
a/n: if you voice me a wish of vanilla studio sex with some spice sprinkled on top, i take out my pen and deliver because i’m in a fact a whore for studio sex <3 fuckk i need to eat this Yoongi with a spoon no joke 🖤 i also miss him a lot :(
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He makes you laugh. He is funny, you really think that he is. His laugh is also addictive. Deep, unless you match his humour just right and it turns into a squeak. You love laughing with him. You have been doing so for quite some hours today, sharing food and beer in his studio. You can feel the effects of the alcohol by now. It’s warm and fuzzy and dulls your boundaries a little. You don’t feel the need to force your senses to stay sharp. Not in his presence. He is safe and kind and sweet. Home, that’s what he has become. 
And right now, he is also incredibly cute in your eyes. He is wearing a yellow sweater and brown pants and he clearly did his hair. It’s because he knew that you would be coming over for dinner. He smells like masculine cologne and he wears rings on his fingers. He put effort into himself because you deserve nothing less. He is very attractive and beyond tempting, but most of all, he is cute. 
You stop laughing, completely engrossed in his face and how it moves when he smiles. 
Yoongi notices your change of attitude instantly, fumbling with his earlobe.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, eyes suddenly struggling to upkeep contact.
“It’s just that”, you scoot closer, brushing the back of your hand down his cheek.
Yoongi’s breath hitches, his heart speeds up in his chest. 
“Your cheeks become red when you’re drunk. It’s such a pretty shade.” 
“Uhm”, Yoongi looks to the side. He stumbles for words and ends up laughing breathily instead. He clears his throat, scooting to the edge of the sofa to reach for his glass of beer. 
You smile, resting back against the sofa with your head on the edge of the backrest and your eyes glued to him. You giggle.
He glances at you and looks away, taking a big sip of beer. When you don’t stop looking at him, he finally speaks up.
“Don’t look at me for so long. I don’t know how to handle it”, he is pouting and using a cute voice for it.
“I can’t help it. I think that you’re so cute.”
He flusters, rubbing the side of his neck. 
“Okay”, he mumbles, eating a piece of fried chicken to distract himself from his nerves. The chicken is cold by now and he isn’t really hungry so it seems to never end in his mouth. He gulps it down when he suddenly feels your hands on his arms, feeling him up, touching him. Your kiss is placed on the round part of his shoulder. 
“Your shyness is very attractive. It makes me wanna ravish you.”
“___, oh my god”, he gasps, meeting your eyes because your statement shocked him. 
You simply flutter your lashes and smile playfully.
“Why are you saying this?” 
“Why not? It’s the truth.” 
“Yeah well, even if…oh my god.”
You laugh, closing the distance by putting your legs over his lap sideways and hugging his chest. 
You kiss his cheek, “I can’t get enough of you, Min Yoongi.” 
“You’re drunk.”
“Mhm, as are you.” 
He clears his throat awkwardly, rubbing his own ear again. You decide to match him by nibbling on his other ear. 
“Woah”, he gets out, tilting his head back as a surprise shiver shakes his body. He moves away instantly, widened eyes meeting yours. 
“Did you like that?” you ask him, playing with his earlobe. It feels so soft and squishy between your fingers.
“___, I don’t know what you’re trying to do but we have to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t wanna take advantage of you. You drank and your boundaries are down and I…I’m not that kind of man. I like you, a lot, and I care about you. I mean, not that I would take advantage of you if I didn’t feel for you like this, but I just. I guess, I just, what I wanna say is that I’m not one of those guys that get excited when a woman is visibly drunk.” 
“I know. I never thought that you were. You’re kind, sweet, respectful and a total gentleman. I trust you, Min Yoongi. I feel safe with you.”
“Please just call me Yoongi.”
“Well, I trust you Yoongi. And I like you a lot too.”
"You do?” 
You change the way you sit so you can talk. You and he haven’t seen each other for long. This is all new and exciting. You had your first kiss already, your first cuddle and shared some intimate moments with each other. But all of this is still new. The big L word hasn’t fallen yet although both of you burn to say it. You also haven’t really gone official to the people who matter. Your friends and family and Yoongi’s in return. You don’t want to give other people a chance to ruin this. Your last relationships have been a while for either of you and you both agree that the last one didn’t feel like this. It didn’t feel so electric and right and almost cosmical. As if some higher power brought you and him together. When you are together, nothing really matters and everything seems so much brighter. Yoongi only has a good morning when he can wish you a nice day at work and in return gets to read your funny morning texts. You swear you start to taste his kisses with every sip of coffee because so often he tastes like coffee when he kisses you. Sometimes Yoongi stops and stares when something reminds him of you and he always has to take a picture and send it to you. Sometimes you stumble upon a stray cat and see Yoongi in it and you always have to send him a picture as well. You and he became parts of each other’s days and build little houses in each other’s hearts. And it feels good and right to both of you.
“Of course I like you”, you say, taking his hand to kiss his knuckles, “I think you’re the most exciting yet mundane thing that has ever happened to me.”
He chuckles, squeezing your hand. 
“I’m serious. You make my heart race and at the same time, you calm me down like no one else has ever done.” 
“That’s…” He lowers his head. “Actually such a sweet thing to say. Thank you.”
You flip his hand and push his sweater sleeve up to reveal his wrist. The scent of his cologne lingers on it. You inhale deeply and kiss his wrist. 
Yoongi gasps, heart almost jumping out of his throat.
“I mean it. You’re like my everything currently. You’re every single thought taking up my mind”, you say and guide your kisses further up his arm. The skin of his inner arm is so soft and smells like him. Kissing it makes you droopy. 
Yoongi doesn’t know what to say, but his head is turning. His breath speeds up, his skin tingles. He is really sensitive on his inner arm and your kisses feel electric on his skin.
You manage to kiss him as far as his elbow and then the jumper punches up too much to go up any further. You nuzzle your nose into the slope of his elbow, sucking on his skin gently. 
Yoongi sighs. 
The sound makes you lift your head. You pull his sweater down mindlessly, holding the hem of his sleeve as your eyes race between his’. 
His pupils are slightly widened, his cheeks are even more flushed. He is gazing, looking utterly bewitched and droopy.
“I feel the same”, his voice doesn’t want to go above a breathy whisper. With a warm timbre such as his’, it is very attractive. “It’s all new to me. These feelings. I’ve never felt like this before. You are in my mind all day and night and it’s so good. I can’t get enough of it and of you.” 
“You can’t?” 
His eyes flit to your lips. He shakes his head, mouthing an honest “I can’t.”
You close the distance. His lids lower, his nose brushes yours. 
“Are you really sure?” he whispers.
“I’m really sure. Are you sure too? I’m not that type of woman either who gets off on taking advantage of a drunk guy. If I came across as such, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you.”
“You didn’t. I know that you’re safe. I feel, uhm, I guess I feel safe in wanting to be myself with you when it comes to, you know, sex.” 
You snicker, rubbing your nose against his’ in a sign of affection. He closes his eyes, enjoying it with a sweet sigh.
“You’re so cute. You always get shy the moment we talk about sex. You rap about making people cum with your tongue, but you’re different behind closed doors.”
“It’s ‘cause I like you, I get nervous.”
“Why? It’s just me.”
“Exactly. I don’t wanna disappoint.”
“You’re not. Sometimes when I’m trying to sleep, I keep thinking about what we did and I get excited about the next time.”
He sighs your name softly, eyes gazing at your lips so longingly the distance even hurts you unbearably. You heal yourselves by breaking the distance and kissing his lips.
Yoongi moans your name, cupping your cheeks and kissing you back eagerly. Your initial plan was to break it after a short second to build tension, but you can’t bring yourself to do so now that it is actually happening. You love kissing him. You could do it all day. 
There was a day where you almost did. He came over after work and then spent the night. You and he weren’t ready for sex back then, but you both felt comfortable in making out. You barely left the bed the next morning, spending hours kissing each other. It was so amazing.
He has the perfect lips for it as well. Soft and always moisturized. The shapes of them are beautiful. They fit his face as if they were made just for him, they are pouty and delicate and yet plump as well. When he applies lip balm, his lower lip always moves with the balm before it bounces back into place. When he talks, he tends to pout with his upper lip. When he sleeps, he keeps them slightly parted and when he smiles, they curl back to make space for his teeth and gums. You could fill books with poems about them. Never in your life have you been more smitten with a pair of lips than his’. 
To kiss them and have them kiss you back, is true heaven. Tonight it is tainted by the encouraging power of alcohol. It isn’t long until Yoongi darts his tongue out to trace your lips. You instantly part them, meeting his tongue with your own. 
He gasps, breaking the kiss surprisingly. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“Are you really sure?”
“Yes. You?”
“Yes, I am. I fucking am”, he breathes, pulling you back into the kiss.
You moan softly, pushing him back onto the leather couch. Yoongi falls with a purr, feeling electric tingles in his crotch when you claim the space between his legs and scratch your nails over his scalp softly. Yoongi nudges your leg with his own just obviously enough that you break the kiss.
“Too much?” 
“No, just…I’m here if you need something too”, he whispers, gazing up at you devotedly.
“You say such sexy stuff, damn”, you get out and kiss him. You take up his offer, changing positions so you could grind on his thigh. You make sure to keep one knee against his own crotch, hoping that he likes it. 
He does. He likes it. All of it. He likes your weight on him and how warm you feel between your legs. He likes how your knee grinds against his crotch because it feels fucking electric to him. He likes kissing you, holding you and touching you and being touched in return. Oh, he really likes you.
Yoongi purrs, running his big hands up and down your back. He lingers on the parts which are softest, kneading and squeezing them as if he wanted to memorise how it feels to hold you. It makes you burn up like crazy. It also makes you breathless, forcing you to break the kiss you don’t want to break. Yoongi chases you with parted lips and a sigh of your name. 
“Sorry, air, hah”, you breathe, giggling shyly.
Yoongi chuckles, lips curling into a lopsided smile, “yeah ”, he lulls, voice rumbling in his chest.
You snicker and bury your nose in his cheek, “I’m dizzy. Closing my eyes really made it obvious that I’m drunk.” 
“Same. Did you change your mind?”
“No. You?”
“No.” 
“Mhm”, you hum and feel the consuming need to kiss his neck. The scent of his cologne drives you crazy, you need to eat it off of him until your tongue knows how he tastes. 
Yoongi gasps, tensing up for a second before an aggressive shudder turns his entire body limp. He moans throatily, rolling his head to the side. 
You claim the newfound space instantly, kissing his skin as much as you lick it. The alcohol lowers your shame and makes you bold. You kissed his neck before, but not like this. You are sloppy and messy. Yoongi swears he might pass out from light headedness. It feels unbelievable, turning him on like nothing else. 
The only way he can handle it is by grabbing your buttocks and giving them a squeeze. You whimper softly, lips stuttering on his neck and hips trying to chase his touch. Yoongi slides his hand between your legs to test the waters.
“Yoongi”, you sigh, making him shiver with a moan against his ear and your tongue tracing the shape of it. Your hips grind down on his hand, giving him all the knowledge he needed. He moves on his own, rubbing your sweet warmth over the fabric of your pants.
You shudder, fingers twisting his hair gently. It doesn’t hurt, it simply makes his scalp tingle like crazy. The quiet moans you let out, he answers in a throaty purr. The giggle you produce in reaction to it, he answers with a chuckle. 
You lift your head, meeting his droopy eyes just as droopily. His hair is messy at the top because you played with it. His neck is glistening where you licked and kissed it. Your heart flutters, your stomach does too. You make a sound and grab his hair to tilt his head back and therefore reveal his throat to you. He allows you, purring deeply when you swirl your tongue up his sensitive throat. His voice tickles so nicely that you have to do it again and again and again and again until it naturally evolves into you kissing your way to the side of his neck along his jawline. Yoongi rolls his head to the side gladly, lungs working overtime to breathe and head turning incurably. The shivers reach their peak when you take his earlobe between your teeth to tug on it softly. Yoongi writhes under you, arching his back to bear what you make him feel. You never had him arch his back before so this is ruining you. You lift your lips, having to look at his face. It is flushed beyond repair, contrasting deliciously against his love marked neck.
“Did that feel good to you?” you ask him, breathing heavily as you wait for his answer. His hand doesn’t move right now, resting on your pussy. It feels so warm.
“Everything does”, he breathes out. 
“You arched your back.” 
Shyness washes over his features, he looks to the side. You make him look at you with two fingers under his chin. His lips part in awe, his eyes cloud over in devotion. 
“I want to go further. Do you want it too?” you ask him.
“I do.” 
You sit up and hook your finger under your shirt. Yoongi sits up as well, doing the same with his jumper. You throw your pieces of clothing to the floor at the same time, looking at each other. 
“Weren’t you hot?” you snicker, tugging on the fabric of the white t-shirt he wore under the jumper.
“I actually wasn’t. I was cozy”, he throws back sassily because he knows that you share his sense of humour and see it as him being playful.
You snicker, scrunching your nose. 
Yoongi smiles at you and hooks his fingers in his shirt to take it off as well. When he reappears again, he is greeted with your naked breasts and your eyes looking at him expectantly. 
“Wow okay”, he lets out, staring in awe. He stays completely still, making you laugh.
“Did you turn into a statue?” 
“Huh? I uh, no”, he shakes off his paralysation. “Sorry, you’re just so beautiful. I can’t believe that you’re real.” 
“You’re beautiful too. Can I?” 
“Yes. Can I?” 
“Yes please”, you allow him, placing your hands on his chest to feel him up. 
Yoongi purrs deeply, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. Sadly your hands have to slip to his shoulders for now, but you don’t mind because he makes you fucking arch your back and roll your head back with the way he worships your chest. His left hand is between your shoulder blades, while his right hand is between your legs, rubbing your warmth. The fabric is soaked by now. It turns him on so much. He moans and purrs, kissing and licking your breasts as if they were everything he needed to survive. Yoongi kissed your chest before, but not like this. Not with so much tongue and so sloppily. The alcohol makes him brave and bold, resulting in you almost wanting to cry from how good it feels. 
“You’re so beautiful”, he sighs, giving your nipples a break when they are swollen and sensitive. He marks your collarbones with his love instead, tastes your shoulders and repays the favour to your neck.
You collapse into him, knocking his nose into your neck and a laugh out of him. 
“What’s wrong?” he asks, hugging you when you hug him first. 
“I don’t know. Just haven’t felt so good with anyone before.” 
His heart speeds up. 
“I feel the same.”
“You do?” 
“Yeah”, he says and giggles cutely.  
It breaks you instantly and you match his drunk giggles. You and he hug and giggle, riding on the drunken waves of dizzy heads and giddy hearts.
He mewls and lifts his head by nuzzling into you first. It’s like a cat that asks for affection. 
“I’ll sound like a jerk, but can we go further?” 
“You don’t sound like a jerk when I want the same.”
“Really?” 
You nod your head. He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes widening in emotion. You smile and cradle his cheeks, pulling him into a giddy kiss. Just one more before you and he get naked. He accepts it happily, sighing and purring as his lips dance with yours. Like always when you break the kiss, he chases you. He is lovely like this. 
“It’s torture when you break the kiss”, he chuckles. 
“I know”, you snicker, “it’s for a greater good.” 
“Mhm fuck, I hope.”
You climb off his lap, almost face planting the floor if he didn’t hold your hips instantly.
“Are you okay?” 
You laugh, nodding your head. 
“Just dizzy as fuck.” 
“Sit down please, I don’t want you to fall.”
“I’m okay. Look”, you get on one foot to take off your pants. You lose balance and end up jumping around the small space between the couch and the coffee table as you try to take off your pants. 
Yoongi stumbles to his feet, calling your name and drunkenly wrapping his arms around you from behind. 
“Don’t hurt yourself, please”, he pleads, kissing your shoulder and neck. 
“I’m alright”, you sigh, taking off your pants with his support while your body feels electric. Yoongi has stronger arms than one might think at first. To have them around you as he drunkenly ravishes your neck is making you dizzy. 
“You can let go of me now, I’m naked.” 
“Can I feel?”
You gulp, nodding your head. Yoongi was never that bold before. You might ascend to a higher plain if he keeps being like this. 
Yoongi dances the flat of his palm down the middle of your torso. He stops. He takes your earlobe between his teeth. He tugs and moves his hand quickly, connecting it with your dripping heat. 
“Ah!” you moan loudly, arching your back. You throw your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself.
“It’s okay. My studio is soundproof. No one can hear us”, he whispers, voice tickling your ear as his long fingers part your folds in a slow and sensual massage. 
You drop your hand, using it to grab the back of his neck instead. He melts closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. He plays with your dripping entrance, increasing the speed of your pulse.
“And you don’t have to hold back for my sake. Just let it all out, please”, he says, making you moan by burying two fingers in your aching walls. He presses the heel of his palm to your clit, applying warm pressure as he curls his fingers inside you. They are so long that he easily reaches your best spots.
“A-ah, ahm, ah…”
“Don’t hold back, please. You sound so sweet”, he purrs, curling his fingers just right. You are throbbing around him, feeling so warm and soft. He goes crazy at the sensations, aching to replace his fingers with his cock.
You mewl softly, hips trembling on his hand and fingers leaving red marks on his neck. Yoongi fingered you before and quite frankly, you still haven’t properly recovered from that first time. His hands are too sexy. Masculine, strong, big and veiny. Yet at the same time, they are so tender and careful and touch you with such gentleness. They are also very flexible and have way too much stamina to offer. Quite frankly, your legs never shook as hard as they did when he first fingered you.
“Ah, wow, oh wow, ah…”
“I love your sounds”, he drags his words, which is way too sexy, “makes me wanna record them and put them in a song.” 
“Wait this is”, you croak, knees buckling.
“Too far?” He pulls out. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s just a lot to handle on my drunk legs. You’re so sexy right now.” 
He chuckles. You snicker, turning in his arms. You put your hands on his chest. He touches your lower back, gazing into your eyes. There is a constant warm throbbing between your legs. And an ache only he could fill.
“You never talked like this before.”
“Blame the alcohol.”
You and he share drunk giggles and soft touches. 
“Can I undress you?” 
“Yes please.” 
You snicker, making him snicker too. You and he sway drunkenly as you begin fumbling with his pants, not once breaking eye contact. You are trapped in a dance between little distance and more distance between your lips, but never take the last step to kiss. It’s addicting to share space and air and moans but to never give in to temptation. 
Soon his pants are open and you push them down over his round butt. He steps out of them, almost face planting the floor if you weren’t holding his arms so tightly.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?”
“It is. Fuck, I’m so drunk”, he laughs and hugs your waist, swaying with you to the melody of your beating hearts.
“Me too”, you chuckle, playing with his hair. 
He smiles, kisses your forehead before he rubs the tip of his nose against yours. You sigh, eyes closing from the loving affection. 
“You’re really sure about this?” he asks.
“I’ve never been so sure about anything. You?”
“I’m so sure. Just don’t expect a genius performance in my state. I think my hips are gonna have a mind of their own and forget how thrusting works in the middle of it.”
You snicker, letting him taste your next words by brushing your lips against his’.
“Then let me do the moving.” 
“Are you serious?” he almost whimpers the words, knees buckling. 
“Mhm very.”
Yoongi moans your name, trying to kiss you at the same time. You snicker, twisting his hair, lips parted and eyes half lidded. This is keeping you alive like nothing else. 
“Is that okay for me to do?” 
“More than okay.” 
“Then sit down”, you say and push at his chest gently. 
Yoongi falls clumsily, grunting in surprise. His eyes are comically big. 
“Oh! Sorry, are you okay?” You gasp. “I didn’t mean to push you that hard. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just got weak in the knees”, he assures you and laughs with you. 
“God, you’re so cute.” You climb his lap, playing with his hair and stubbing his face with your nose.
“You know that I need to get a condom first?” he smiles as he talks. 
“Then get it.” 
“I can’t do that when you’re on top of me.”
“Right”, you say and giggle, “shit, you’re right.”
You climb off his lap again, gazing at him as he waddles to his desk. He is still wearing his briefs. His butt looks so good in them. He bends down to open the second drawer of his desk. He grabs more than a condom.
“What else did you get?” 
He turns, showing off the black vibrator and lube proudly.
“Why do you have a vibrator in your studio?” you gasp.
“For when I get needy.”
“You use this stuff on yourself!?” 
“Yes? Why not?” he asks, cocking his brow up in question.
“It’s just really hot. Damn. So you’re telling me that you jerked off here before?” 
“Way too many times”, he confesses and chuckles.
“Hot. Wow hot. Damn.” 
He grins shyly.
“Do you want me to use it on you?” you ask him.
“If you want to, but it’s for you. If you need a little more to get there. Don’t worry, I sterilize my toys after each use.” 
“You’re so hot, holy fuck.” 
Yoongi steps out of his briefs and opens the condom, rolling it on his cock. You gulp, salivating like crazy. You never wanted him more than you do right now. 
“You’re so hot, oh my god. What the hell”, you murmur under your breath, making him chuckle. Your constant praise makes him confident so he gives his cock a few jerks just for show, purring deeply.
“Yoongi, oh my god, you’re so hot.”
“You’re hot too. Like a lot.”
“Oh my god, I wanna fuck you.”
He sits down and holds his cock straight for you. 
“Please? Do?” he begs with cute puppy eyes. 
“Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“Can I do something new with you?” 
“I didn’t clean out my butt if you’re suggesting that.” 
“What? Hot, but not what I”, you snicker and close the distance, “we have to talk about butt stuff another time, I might bust if we do that now.”
He laughs, eyes filled with fondness.
“Okay. What are you thinking then?” he asks.
“I’ll just show you, okay?” 
“Yes, okay.” 
You push him down onto the cushions and take his legs to bend them and push them apart.
Yoongi laughs in disbelief, head going dizzy. He looks at you in a mixture of shock, amusement and arousal.
“Too far?”
“No, it’s so sexy.” 
“It is. I’ll take you like this. Just like this”, you say and change position so you can take in his cock. You sink him into you carefully, watching his face change into an expression of surprised bliss.
“Mhhhhm”, he lets out in a purr, eyes going hazy.
You move your hips, grinding and rolling them into him with his cock deep inside you. It is as if you were fucking missionary. Except that he is deep inside you and there is nothing penetrating him. 
Yoongi doesn’t see a difference, having to gasp for fucking air and dimple his own legs as he holds himself open.
“Like this. What do you think of it?” 
He nods his head vigorously, letting out a high-pitched whimper. He never did this before so it is making you dizzy. You chase the warmth between your legs, staring at his flushed face obsessively.
“Yes? You like it?” 
“So much. Ah!” he drops his head to the side, rolling his eyes back and grabbing your waist. “so much….”
You drop to your elbows, kissing his neck needily. Your hips are sloppy in how they fuck, filling each of you with electric pleasure.
“This is insane, what the fuck”, Yoongi gets out, following it up with a moan and a scrunch of his handsome face.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, fuck yes. Ah ___ don’t stop, please”, he begs, arching his back.
“Yoongi, oh god”, you keen, clenching around him in excitement. You could get used to making him arch his back. He is so sexy when he does.
Yoongi breathes out and mewls at the same time, resulting in the sweetest sounds of pleasure you have ever heard. You get off on it so good, wanting for him to make another sound. You bury his cock in you as deep as the position allows it, writing your names with your hips. Just as you had hoped, Yoongi makes the sweetest sound, squeezing your waist. 
You moan his name, falling into pleasure with him afterwards. You move needily and definitely motivated by alcohol. It is a messy fuck, passionate and confident and so incredibly good.
Yoongi is glad that he is drunk, otherwise he wouldn’t last long. Alcohol makes his cock work just a little slower than if he was sober. At first he thought it would be a problem, but he sees now that it is a blessing. You feel so good - too good - and he wants it to last longer.
“It feels good, please fuck me, please don’t stop”, he begs you, arching his back and curling his toes when your walls throb around him. 
“Oh god, you’re so hot”, you mewl, fulfilling his wish with such vigour the cushions of his sofa squeak and croak. Truly, they have never witnessed such a sloppy, good fuck and the best part is that this is only the beginning.
But enough about the sweet future which awaits unknowing you. In the present, you and he have started to share heat and shaky breaths, bodies hot from the long, passionate fuck you have been doing by now. Your thighs ache, begging for a break. Your pussy is so wet that it started to drip down his shaft and plumb balls. It feels so good, constantly keeping you on edge and yet you can’t seem to fall over it. It’s driving you insane by now. 
“Fuck”, you are both laughing and moaning your words, tickling his ear with them, “I’m really fucking drunk, it’s hard to get there.”
“Same, ah, but it feels….so good”, he agrees, head dizzy to the point he has to grab the edge of the sofa for support. You have him on cloud nine, high, feeling out of this world.
“It does, you do. Just need more.”
Yoongi flails with his hand on the cushion, trying to find the vibrator. You hand it to him, just as you help him push the button to turn it on. The rest he can do by himself. He guides it between your bodies, connecting it with your lower stomach first. 
“Lower, baby, that’s my stomach”, you giggle, claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.
“Sorry”, Yoongi purrs, obeying your orders with such precision you growl and feed him your tongue. 
He welcomes it gladly, drooling all over your lips which in this moment is so goddamn sexy and endearing to you. To think you ruin him to the point of sloppy kisses being his norm. You are going to be so fucking obsessed with this man, showing him your growing fondness with deep rolls of your hips. 
He can feel the vibrations too, grabbing your upper back as his cock finally begins to work again. This is going to break him and he fears he might pass out from it. He digs his heels into the cushion, meeting your movements needily and without a plan. The only thing his body runs on is how he feels beneath you and the warmth of your tight walls around his cock. 
Your body trembles, unoccupied hand burying itself deep in his luscious locks. The kiss breaks but you stay close, panting and moaning into each other’s mouths. 
“This is getting me there”, you whimper. 
“Me too”, he croaks. 
“Yoongi, I…I love you”, you confess, finally falling over the sweet edge. It feels so good, so intense and soul-consuming that you find yourself sobbing and shaking. 
Yoongi breaks the second you dropped the big L word, deep voice coming out as little gasps of your name and fingers grasping you for dear life. He didn’t even think that he could orgasm that intensely, but your emotional confession makes it possible. He feels on cloud nine, curling his toes and arching his back.
You collapse on him after your high, dropping the vibrator on the floor accidentally.
“What was that?” he mumbles into your shoulder, cock still throbbing inside you and ears ringing.
“Toy”, you lull, walls pulsating in the afterglow.
“Ah.”
He wraps his arms around you, wiggling his hips a little to ensure his cock would slip out of you. He doesn’t want to risk it softening and the condom slipping off. Cuddling like this, you recover, sharing silence and warmth. You are both so drunk, heads turning even as you lie down. It is almost as if being so connected and sharing such a passionate moment made it worse. You don’t mind it however, you have each other’s presence and that feels very safe to have.
“So this just happened”, Yoongi breaks the silence.
“I know”, you say and break into giddy snickers instantly. Yoongi joins you without hesitation, sharing in the warm fuzzy happiness you and he get to experience together.
“I can’t believe I did that. We did that.”
“It was so hot.”
“It was.”
He hums, rubbing his hands up and down your back. You settle into him with a content sigh, playing with his messy hair.
“The studio is really soundproof, right?”
“It is. Trust me I was louder on my own. Nobody heard me.”
“You are so hot, it’s insane.”
He chuckles lazily, craning his neck to kiss whatever part of your head he reaches first. You purr happily, chasing his kiss by tilting your head closer to him. Another kiss is placed to your heated face, you retort it as best as possible.
“Soo, uhm”, he begins, eyes sparkly and droopy, “you dropped the L word.”
“Oh god, too soon? I’m sorry, please can we just forget-“
“Hush, don’t worry. I’m glad you did. I love you too, just didn’t wanna say it first and scare you away.”
You lift your head. Yoongi meets your eyes.
“You feel the same?”
“I do. I have done so for a while”, he says, smiling softly and reaching up to brush the back of his hand down your face.
“Wow Yoongi, I’m so happy”, you confess, claiming his lips in a giggly kiss.
And of course, because Yoongi is drunk and happy and giddy, he giggles with you. What you and he are having might still be new, but it is right and it is good and it will last. You are both so sure of it.
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tteokdoroki · 9 months ago
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listen ok i have beef with the rose shaped vibrators because there's so many poor quality versions out there it's hard to tell if you're gonna get a good one or not.
so i raise you...
this toy, that yuuji genuinely thinks is a squishy soft beauty blender until he almost crushes it with his brute hand strength and you freak out. and then he finds the power button and oop!
omg stop like !! yuuji he loves to help you with your makeup so when you ask him to go into your makeup bag n he asks if he can help you blend out our cream blush or something :( poor baby gets confused when you freak out and tell him that’s not what it’s for !! the thing is vibrating in his hand and he still doesn’t get it.
“so what is it for then?” gosh, he’s got you so flustered explaining to him what blender toy’s actual purpose is and before you know it, yuuji is wrapped around you from behind — pinching your waist, pulling at the soft meat of your thighs until they’re parted wide enough for his hands to fit between them and — “oh! s’that’s what it’s for.”
you can practically hear the smirk in yuuji’s voice when he nestles the toy against the seat of your panties :( he smiles watching the material darken against the vibrator in the mirror and laughs genuinely when you start to melt like putty in his arms. all shaky and whiny and messy against itadori’s chest while he stimulates your puffy little clit.
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sweets3rial · 3 months ago
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morning bliss
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summary: leon whispers sweet nothings into your ear as you sleep cuddled up into his chest
tags: pure fluff, mentions of smut, cuddles, sweet nothings, body/feature praises, etc.
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skin against skin, heavy breaths, the smell of fresh laundry, and mixed scents of vanilla and musk. a groan left his lips as he stretched out his limbs but he quickly became aware of the sleeping figure next to him. he didn’t even need to look beside him, a smile crept onto his face. 
he opened his eyes, rubbing at the crust in his inner corners and letting his mouth fall open into a yawn. beside him is your naked figure, curled up into his chest with your sweaty cheek pressed to the apex of his shoulder. the blankets were just below your ribs, showing off your plump chest along with the multiple purple bruises that littered your skin. 
remnants of last night evident on your smooth skin. your squished cheeks forced your plump lips apart, small breaths coming in and exiting in quiet snores. he stroked at your frizzy hair, stuck to your skin and his, smoothing it away from your face to get a better view of your face. 
bare face — no makeup, dried-up drool at the corner of your mouth, and puffy eyes. 
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered to your unconscious self. he couldn’t help but chuckle, who knew you could make him so soft? who knew he could adore someone as much as he does you? he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a second. 
“you’re so peaceful when you’re asleep,” it was odd when you were quiet. he knew it meant you were either upset or tired. when you were upset you gave short answers and avoided his questions — and him. when you were sad you did the same, except you’d instantly find the comfort of his arms and fall asleep. 
other than that, you ran your mouth to him 24/7. about work, about school, about the annoying bitch in your English class, about your family — anything. it’s when you were quiet that he could truly admire you. your relaxed expression, the curl of your lashes, and the curves of your body. 
“god, you’re gorgeous. truly,” he sighed, rubbing at your earlobe with his two fingers, “i love your cheeks,” he poked at your squishy cheeks, freezing up when your eyes twitched. “i like your eyes, even when they’re closed, they’re pretty,” 
he pressed his thumb into your lips, “i love your lips, i especially love to kiss them,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “they taste like cherry,” 
he twirled his finger through the coils and strands of your hair, “i like your hair, when you try new styles it turns me on,” 
when your hair is pulled back and he can see your face in full, he can’t help the animalistic instinct that surges through him. even when it’s down, all he can do is imagine it sprawled out in the sheets of his bed or tangled between his fingers. 
his eyes ventured down to your bare chest, memories of last night playing in his head. you sprawled out for him, clawing at his back and down his arms as you moaned out his name over and over. 
“god, you’re turning me on now,” he reached behind you, trailing his hand up and down your lower back, then down the curve of your ass. he gave it a small squeeze, loving the way the fat spilled through his fingers. 
"i don't know why you hate on yourself so much," he frowned, "i've never seen anyone more perfect than you,"
you groaned in your sleep, pressing yourself closer to him with your face now completely buried into his muscle. “are you waking up?” he whispered into your ear. no response. 
“wake up, baby, i want to see you and your beautiful face,” 
the venture of his hands not only woke you up but it was turning you on. the feeling of his hot breath whispering sweet nothings into your ear and his muscles rippling against your torso with each stir he took. you hid your flushing face in his chest, avoiding his eyes but also the bright sun. you wanted to sleep some more but he was just too … distracting. 
he groaned out your name, tickling your neck with the tip of his cold nose. 
“let me sleep, Leon,” you whined, pushing his face away from the crook of your neck and simultaneously pulling the covers over your exposed chest. 
“no, get up,” his tone suddenly cold, opposite of his antics earlier. “you promised to wake up early and spend the day with me,”
you huffed, balling the covers underneath your chin and turning away from him. “that’s before you wore me out,”
“what? you were the one begging for it,” 
“i hate you,” 
“you love me,” he rebutted. 
“kiss my ass,” you scoffed. 
“gladly,” you could feel him moving behind you but you were too busy grumbling to yourself to pay him any mind. suddenly, his large hands were now placed on your hips and you could feel his warm lips place a wet kiss on the center of your ass cheek. 
you shivered, thrusting your hips forward and away from him. 
“stop!” you chuckled but he continued to place kisses all over your butt, “Leon! that tickles,” you swatted at his back, kicking and writing underneath the covers. you could feel him laugh against one of your cheeks before he placed his lips against your skin again, blowing a raspberry. 
“you’re so gross,” you grumbled, kicking him away from you with your heel. he peeked up from under the covers as you rolled onto your back, he placed his chin on your abdomen — looking up at you with those baby-blue eyes. 
“you love it,” 
you were awake from the moment he stretched out his arms and legs, you were usually a heavy sleeper but your body was so desperate to be awake the moment Leon was. you wanted to peel your eyes open at the same time he did and you wanted to stretch at the same time he did. 
you heard everything he said, and it took every muscle in your body not to crack a smile or open your eyes to meet his. just like he loved every part of you, you loved every part of him. inside and out. this little bully was yours and you were his. 
“yeah, i do,” 
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preeningpisces · 8 months ago
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Nanami NSFW Headcanons
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18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby fem!reader
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☆ Starting controversial agaaaain, but like I said with Toji, I just don’t see him being a hard dom either. This man will never call you a whore, would be offended if you requested he call you a bitch or cumdump—I think he’d be okay with slut, but he wouldn’t say that unless you ask
☆ Very firm about his boundaries, he won’t do anything he doesn’t feel comfortable doing & you won’t be able to change his mind. Very respectful of yours & will never push them
☆ Lowkey loves to be praised & doted on. His ears turn very pink when you tell him how good he’s making you feel, or how big his cock is, or if you tell him his voice is sexy
☆ The fact you find his voice sexy confuses him—he thinks it’s too monotone, and he isn’t exactly the smoothest guy out there with his words. He’s not very talkative in general, and that extends to sex as well. Once you express how much it turns you on, however, he will dirty talk more, and more often as he builds confidence doing it (dirty talk is hard you guys, be patient with him!!!)
☆ Nanami is stiff, and awkward when your sexual relationship begins. He doesn’t have a ton of experience, and his stoic nature can make moments of passion challenging for him. If you’re more experienced, you’ll probably take the lead, and it’s something he’s very thankful for.
☆ If you’re less or equally experienced, he’ll take the lead. He’ll be honest about his own lack of experience, and the two of you will explore uncharted territory together—so sweet
☆ Even during the early stages when he’s awkward his intensity, observant nature, generosity, and thoroughness have an allure of their own
☆ He definitely warms up with time though, so don’t fret. Sex has never been at the forefront of his mind, so he discovers his kinks/preferences through your relationship
☆ As I said before, Nanami is a very generous lover; making you feel good makes him feel good. He’s the type that can come from eating you out, which is especially hot if he’s dressed in those formal clothes of his
☆ He loves toys, uses a vibrator on you almost everytime you have sex. Nanami is a very practical person; the vibrator makes you feel so good, and allows him to put more focus on other ways of pleasing you—why wouldn’t he use it? The notion that some men hate them bc they threaten their egos bewilders him
☆ Your vibrators are basically never dead because Nanami is on TOP of those things; he’s gotta make sure it’s ready for whenever the mood strikes you guys. The days you’re home and he’s at work you’ll occasionally get a ‘is the vibrator on the charger?’ text, reminding you like a parent would their kid about the chicken they’re supposed to thaw LMFAO
☆ Not a tease at all. If you say please he’s gonna do it!! If you tell him you want to be teased in the bedroom he’ll try his best but it doesn’t take much before he relents :/
☆ Breeding kink yes, but I just KNOW he’s a vasectomy man (unless yall decide to pop some kiddos out). He’s just too responsible to be risky, & doesn't want his partner to feel obliged to take on the responsibility of birth control all alone. Perfect man, truly
☆ Nanami loves some good ol’ fashioned missionary—who doesn’t? But he also really enjoys positions where he can just hold you close, and focus on the intimacy of the moment and the physical sensations rather than the visuals. Prone bone, and cuddlefucking are prime examples; when he rests his head in your neck, his free hand squeezing all your softness, he’s in heaven
☆ Nylons, pantyhose, stockings: wear them if you want to get destroyed. If you got thigh-highs that pinch your leg? Hoooooo boy. He’s not typically a biter, but the squishy parts hanging over the stocking will be gnawed on. Just accept they’ll be bruised, you’ll be ok
☆Nanami is very appreciative of lingerie, and does not tear it off, he’ll have you keep them on the whole time
☆ Huuuuge sucker for scents. Perfume, soap, laundry detergent—he appreciates good smells, and once he starts associating certain smells with you they get him going
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world0fmadness · 4 months ago
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MY GIRLS
lando norris x large chested! reader
♡ general dating headcanons for lando with a large chested partner!
୨୧ this is a bit shorter than usual stuff and it is very very very self indulgent, sometimes i love my girls and sometimes i hate them! reader is slightly hinted at to have been or be chubby <3
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♡ he knows how hard it is for you to find bras with your cup size in most stores so he asks you what your usual online store is and always buys you the prettiest and comfiest bras from the site, only wanting his girl to wear the best!
୨୧ sometimes you can feel insecure about your chest not being perky and “ perfect ” and he absolutely hates that you feel that way about yourself
♡ he’ll always make sure you know how much he loves your chest and you as a whole, you’re perfect to him
୨୧ he absolutely loves when you’re having a good day and feel confident to wear shirts that show off your chest, he’ll watch you change into it with soft eyes a loving smile on his face
♡ he’ll bend down and place a kiss on the skin, calling them his girls, making you laugh
୨୧ he goes absolutely feral when they bounce as you walk, he damn near drools like a dog…
♡ he just thinks they’re so hypnotising! not to mention when you wear a necklace with his initial on it and the charm rests on top of them, it just does something to him, it actives a neurone
୨୧ he’ll always help you apply moisturiser on your chest and lower stomach to help with stretch marks
♡ and whenever your back aches, he’ll give you a massage to help relive the tension without you even having to ask, anything to help his girl
୨୧ whenever you’re relaxing in the house without a bra on, he’ll always come up behind you, wrap his arms around your chest and gently hold your boobs in his soft hands
♡ not even in a sexual way, he just likes holding them, they’re soft and squishy!
୨୧ sometimes he’ll gently bite them too, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to leave small teeth imprints
♡ he says it’s because they remind him of marshmallows :,)
୨୧ he adores using them as pillows too! laying on the couch watching a movie? his head resting on them as your chest slowly rises and falls…
♡ safe to say you’re the big spoon most nights! but when you’re the little spoon, he’s guaranteed to have his hands encased around your chest
୨୧ he knows you feel like you kind of have to wear a bra when in public ( no matter how many times he tells you to “ let his girls breathe ” )
♡ but the second you guys are in a private area like his drivers room, he’s snapping his fingers and telling you to “ get that cage off my girls, now ” with a cheeky smile on his face… and you do, gladly! always letting out a soft sigh of relief as soon as you unclasp it and he gestures for you to sit on his lap so he can massage them
୨୧ sometimes you have days where you’re just really not confident about them at all and talk about getting breast reduction surgery someday and whilst lando would hate to see his girls get smaller and thinks they’re perfect the way they are, if you were really serious about it and it would make you happier, he’d definitely pay for it
♡ but for now, his compliments and love always bring your confidence way up…
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Who is in control? 
I just love when they have a gigantic gut that weighs them down. I love when a nice, flabby belly hangs between their legs when they sit. I love when that same hefty sack of a stomach bounces off their thighs when they walk. I love when they have a massive, blubbery, sagging orb of flesh for a belly. I love when a meaty, hanging apron gut balloons into a solid round ball of lard on top, so fully layered and encased in fat it just starts blowing up outwards. I love when a little pinch-style belly button starts changing shape and squishing together, and then becoming a deep, dark belly hole. I just love when a feedee’s fat gut gets fatter. A big, tubby belly gets tubbier. A smooth, pudgy, floppy dough ball getting so heavy and bulged. Thick side rolls, deep overhangs, folds forming, little clefts and creases. I love when a big bouncy ball of blubber is also a massively squishy, thickened blanket of meat sagging over their lap and heading towards their knees.
I love when they’re so fat it’s clear their belly dominates their life. Constant eating, constant indulging, constant gorging. I love when a body has to bend to that decision. When someone’s frame is dominated by their gigantic hanging gut. Their posture changes. They look like they’re losing balance. Either they’re bent over, desperately trying to lift up the weight and the heft, or they’re leaning back, arduously holding that massive sack of a gut up to hang off their hips. 
When someone gets this fat, the level of fat when they can barely fit through doorways or on chairs or in cars, you must wonder who is in control: them or their belly? 
Are you worried that this is you? The answer is simple. Look down. Does your heavy, blubbery gut fill your lap and your vision? Does it keep your thighs warm? Does it make every outfit a game of stretch out or bulge over? Do you love to squish it, and lift it, and flop it onto things? 
Still not sure? Answer this question: what would you do if I left your favorite food unattended next to you? A pizza hot and ready. A delicious cake, cut. Unwrapped sweets. A bowl full of your favorite pasta. A large, cool, creamy drink. I didn’t say it was for you. I just left them there and went out of the room. 
How long could you wait? Would you wait until your belly gurgled and groaned for them? Would you persevere until your mouth watered and a drop of drool escaped your lips? Would you be able to stop yourself until the phantom taste becomes inseparable from the aroma of your favorite foods and desserts? They’re in arm’s reach. 
Just stop worrying. Listen to your belly. Reward it. It’s your monument to your gluttony. It’s your reward for being a devoted, dedicated listener. It’s your prize for being so good at eating. It’s your trophy, your badge of honor, your pride for succeeding in proving you really are in tune with your desires. 
It’s your life: a hungry, sagging, soft, meaty, lardy, blubbery gut. Just keep eating.
You’re really good at eating. 
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moonstruckme · 1 year ago
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touchy bestfriend james makes my brain short circuit i love it so much
can u write a touchy bestfriend james and he’s lying on the bed while reader is in the bathroom and r comes in and sees him and he tells r to come over and lie with him then they fall asleep but she wakes up because he’s awake and playing with her boobs like stress balls and r asks what he’s doing then he just says that they feel warm and soft
Okay this was definitely a rough attempt, but I hope you like it!
cw: pg-13 level smut
bestfriend!James x fem!reader ♡ 618 words
When you come in, James looks nearly asleep despite the sunlight still streaming in through the windows. His face has gone soft and squishy, lips in a half-pout from how his cheek is smushed into his pillow. His hair is getting so long he’s had to push most of it to the back of his head to be able to see his phone screen where he scrolls idly in front of him, but one stubborn curl falls down his face and rests on the bridge of his nose. 
“What, do I have a massive pimple or something?” he asks without looking up. “What’re you staring at me for?” 
You cover your embarrassment with annoyance, rolling your eyes as you lean against the doorway. “Just wondering why you look like you’re about to drift off at four in the afternoon.” 
“Because it’s nice and warm in the sun,” he answers easily. “C’mere, love.” 
You do what he says (you always do, in the end), crawling onto the bed and laying down beside him. James shuts off his phone, setting it down in favor of sliding his hand between your waist and the mattress, big palm coming to rest at your navel as he tugs your back closer to his front. You don’t know about the sun, but James is certainly warm. 
“Your arm’s gonna fall asleep,” you point out. 
“Don’t care,” he says, already sounding drowsier. 
“Don’t we have to be up to meet Remus and Sirius in a couple hours?” 
“We will be.” 
You’re out of protests, and not unhappy for it. James’ palm is warm and comforting on your stomach, his other hand reaching over you to rest just below your sternum. His breathing evens out quickly, and it’s that steady rhythm that eventually lulls you into sleep with him. 
You wake, an indeterminable amount of time later, because something feels odd. You rouse slowly, aware first of the pleasant warmth at your back, then of the fact that you’re fully clothed in James bed, and finally of his hands on your boobs. 
He’s squeezing them, feeling about with curious but sure hands, one tit in each. You lie there motionlessly, unsure if James is awake, or honestly, if you are. His touch is oddly comforting, and while your best friend is a very tactile person, this level of intimacy is unusual enough that you almost wonder if you might be dreaming. Then he squeezes too hard, and you’re sure you’re not. 
“Ow!” you flinch back into James, hand coming up to grip his wrist. “What, are you trying to get milk to come out?”
“Hm?” James’ voice is sleepy, less so as he realizes the placement of his hands. His grip loosens. “Oh, shit. Sorry, love, I was half-asleep. Didn’t realize I was doing that.” 
He doesn’t sound nearly as embarrassed as you would be in his situation, but that’s James. “It’s okay,” you say (really, it’s more than okay). “Just, it hurts when you squeeze that hard. They’re sensitive, Jamie.” 
You feel him nod against the back of your head. “M’sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to hurt ya.” He doesn’t move his hands, though, and you make no move to encourage him to. “They’re just really warm and soft, y’know?”
You do know. The thing poking into your back is warm too, though not so soft. 
“I mean, I don’t mind,” you say, glad you’re facing away so he can’t see the intense blush spreading over your face like a blight. “It’s sort of nice. Just…don’t squeeze so hard, okay?” 
James’ thumb soothes over the skin of your breast, a comforting touch and a promise. He begins to knead at it gently. “Got it,” he says.
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Skully breeding his darling in his own coffin. Just watching and waiting till she passes by before snatching and pulling her in so he can rearrange her guts in peace. Or Skully being trapped with his crush in a locker, so close he can feel her nipples pressing against him. Aaaah he can feel her sopping wet hole leaking right on top of his still restricted boner.
Pulling you into the hole in the ground where the open casket lies uncovered,, resting you on the soft, pure-white interior of the casket……. gazing up at his face framed by the stars and moon,, he moves like he’s alive, but he’s cold like he’s dead. >_< the moans and groans coming from that plot of land aren’t from restless spirits or the undead. Rather, it’s lovemaking between you and Skully. <3 morbidly romantic and so symbolic to fuck with the intent of creating life in a place where the dead rest. (I just know Skully’s cemetery neighbors are wanting him to quiet down with all of that fun!!! >:( but maybe they’re also rooting for him,,, something something lonesome man who died young and never got to know love for himself.)
AND THE STUCK IN A LOCKER TROPE!!!!!! OOOOOO imagine it’s from his days at NRC. Loner Skully who is now trapped in this dark, stuffy, wooden locker with you, the girl he’s been crushing on but has never formally spoken to, and he’s so embarrassed and so sorry and he can’t form a proper, articulated sentence because he’s so worried you’ll slap him or think he’s a lecherous man with depraved thoughts and he promises he’s a gentleman!!!!! OTL and you’re pressed against him,, and your fingers are curling in his uniform vest, and his heart is beating so fast and you can definitely feel how hard he is. >_<
He’s making a grand effort to not touch you, but it’s impossible in this small space. Accidentally brushing against you and in the dark it’s impossible to see where he’s touching, but it’s soft and squishy and OH…….. he can feel your perky nipples through your blouse and suddenly his dick is twitching imagining you in (time-appropriate,,, perhaps Victorian) lingerie. The sheer, thin chemise……. the many layers he would peel away from you. AAAAAAAAA
Maybe you try to arrange yourselves in a position that isn’t so strange, but all it does is make the situation even more awkward because your front keeps brushing against his and he’s babbling apology after apology, and maybe at this point you’re just teasing him when you rub yourself against him. How are you this wet??? His head is spinning. Did you mix up the wrong potion in class? Did someone cast a spell on you? He wants to be inside you so badly, but that’s definitely wrong, right? Shouldn’t he court you first? Give you flowers and take you somewhere nice and meet your father and get his approval and and and and !!!!!!
The both of you stumble out of the locker absolutely disheveled. What an unforgettable experience that was… >:) steamy Victorian romance with Skully.
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bamboobooshark · 3 months ago
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LOGAN HOWLETT X READER
‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS
( PART TWO HERE )
A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!
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You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.
It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.
Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.
You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.
As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.
Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.
You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.
His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.
He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.
You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.
He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.
Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.
Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”
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luna-azzurra · 1 month ago
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Hii I love your blog sm ur an angel 🩷. Could you please do like a list or something with examples of nicknames for friends?
I write fanfics in english but it's not my first language so it's a bit difficult for me, thanks 🩷
Heyyy, I'm glad that my blog helps you! 🩷 I’ve written down a bunch of my favorite nicknames, along with what they mean and the vibes they give off. 
Adorable & Affectionate Nicknames
Sweetie: Simple and cute, it’s like the classic nickname when one friend is always comforting the other.
Pumpkin: It’s got that old-fashioned, “you’re my little ball of sunshine” vibe.
Honeybun: Ultimate cozy nickname. You’d call someone this if they’re the nurturing, always-got-your-back kind of friend.
Snugglebug: It’s for the friend who’s all about giving hugs or being there when you need emotional support.
Cupcake: You know that friend who just makes you smile? That’s your cupcake.
Button: This one’s cute for a friend who’s small or just makes you go “aww” all the time.
Playful & Silly Nicknames
Spud: A potato, but in the best way. Perfect for that lazy but lovable friend.
Bean: It’s random but super cute, especially for a friend who’s quirky and fun.
Squishy: For the friend who’s soft, either physically or emotionally, and just huggable.
Giggles: You know that friend who’s always laughing at literally everything? Yeah, this is for them.
Waffles: No reason. Just waffles. It’s silly, weird, and perfect for a random nickname.
Pipsqueak: For the friend who’s short but feisty, like they’re small but will 100% fight you.
Personality-Based Nicknames
Ace: For the friend who’s always on top of their game, whether it’s in school, sports, or life in general.
Firecracker: You’ve got that one friend who’s all energy and attitude? Yep, this one’s for them.
Tiger: Strong, fierce, and maybe a little protective, this is for a friend who’s bold and confident.
Champ: For the friend who’s always winning at life, no matter what they do.
Professor: You know that super smart friend who’s always dropping random knowledge? This one’s for them.
Rocket: This is for the friend who’s always moving a mile a minute, constantly going somewhere or doing something.
Sparky: For the friend who’s got a quick wit or just a lot of energy. It’s short, fun, and full of personality.
Scout: For that adventurous friend who’s always trying new things or planning cool trips.
Nature-Inspired Nicknames
Rosebud: Cute and delicate, perfect for a friend who’s sweet or still growing into themselves.
Buttercup: It’s soft and nurturing, like the friend who’s always there when you need a shoulder to cry on.
Bluebell: Dreamy and whimsical, like someone who’s got their head in the clouds in a totally charming way.
Clover: Lucky charm vibes. This could be for someone who just brings good things into your life.
Lilac: Soft, calming, and just pretty. It’s for someone who makes everything feel more peaceful.
Maple: This gives cozy autumn vibes. It’s for a friend who feels like home or just brings warmth wherever they go.
Food-Inspired Nicknames
Peach: For someone who’s sweet and sunny. It’s a soft, affectionate name for a friend who just makes everything better.
Cookie: Comforting, dependable, and someone who’s always there when you need them. Total softie vibes.
Marshmallow: Soft, squishy, and maybe a little sensitive, but in a totally lovable way.
Gummy Bear: Cute, bouncy energy.
Dumpling: Another soft, squishy one. It’s perfect for a friend who’s a bit quiet but full of warmth.
If you need even more, I’m happy to help! 😊
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iluvpjo · 8 months ago
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HII !!
HEAR ME OUT. Charlie is definitely a thigh guy,he loveeeees to just lay on ur thighs and kiss them and theyre js so squishy and UGH.
I think he'd be very sweet in general like if you had scars (Sh or just normal scars) he's definitely kiss them and tell you how beautiful they are
REMEMBER TO EAT ENOUGH AND STAY HYDRATED !! 🫂
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𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓖𝓾𝔂
Synopsis: Charlie being a thigh guy, basically headcanons but also not rlly ??? Idk what this is tbh
Warning(s): IT GETS NSFW! MDNI, thigh stuff, talks abt scars, talks abt sh (in its own seperate bit so ur able to avoid it, I’ll put a warning there)
Pairing: Charlie Bushnell x fem reader (could be seen as GN except for one part where he calls u a sweet girl but you can just imagine otherwise if u wish!)
Word count: 528 words
Notes: I tried to write this n tumblr closed on me n didn’t save my draft ARGH 😭 but I’m so sorry I been away for a moment.. on an unrelated note last night I dreamt abt cuddling w Charlie n omfg
ALSO I’m so sorry it’s a lil short ahhh
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(NSFW-ish!) Charlie whenever he sits beside you will always have a hand on you wether it be on your shoulder or on your knee, or other times where he’ll be squishing you’re thigh under the table in public somewhere. He of course does this at home too, and occasionally if he feels like it sometimes his hand will wander upwards. He still likes to do it nonsexually though, squeezing softly whenever he wants your attention.
(NSFW!) He would love to kiss your thighs while laying between your legs, often using it to tease you and not touch you where you need it the most. He also gets a little distracted, the feeling of your warm cushy thighs near his face can easily make him lose time. Charlie will kiss softly at your thighs, but he will also nip them gently too between his teeth just to watch you yelp and whine.
He would definitely get super hard from eating you out, I mean just in general, but especially when you cum undone and you squeeze your thighs around his head. Fuckkk he’d be in heaven, and he’d let you know that too when he dives back in for round two and has you repeating the same actions over and over. He will do it until you tell him to calm down, but if you don’t then I’m sure he’d be going on forever and ever until something inevitably disrupts the two of you.
(Scar stuff, more specifically sh) If he noticed you had scars on your thighs he wouldn’t be quick to point them out, maybe he’d spend a little extra time kissing over the marks or trailing them gently with his finger tips if they were healed. If they weren’t healed fully though maybe he’d ask about them, cooing softly for you to talk to him about what happened to make you do it. He’d leave it if you didn’t wanna talk about it though, simply comforting you with gentle kisses and cuddles.
“Don’t look at them..” You’d say, perhaps being a little insecure about them when his eyes would linger a little too long on your thighs, and Charlie would smile up at you dumbly before placing soft pecks to them and saying “Why not? Your thighs are so beautiful.” And you’d grow a little flustered. “No, they’re not, my scars-“ he wouldn’t even let you finish the thought about them, because he’d butt in and say “Your scars are beautiful sweet girl, I ‘dunno what you’re talking about..” and then his voice would get muffled n a lil quieter as he gets lost in the feeling of ur soft plushy thighs and he keeps leaving kisses all over them, his hands gripping at them like they’re his favourite thing in the world (and they are, after you as a whole of course.)
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