#in a cute baby way you just want to pinch him and speak baby words to

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Okuyasu AMV

[onlygarden]

[noona, i'm not just a cutie] - nishimura riki

genre: fluff

description: ni-ki starts to grow tired of you babying him; he wants you to see him as your dependable prince-like boyfriend. ni-ki gets pretty dramatic but it's all meant to be taken lightheartedly. established relationship : )

a/n: my heart is GOING to explode i love him sooooo so much i wanna pinch his little cutie squishy angel face

ni-ki adored your every move to the extent that he couldn’t ever hope to properly describe it in words. with the way you always smiled at him so fondly, he knew your heart swelled with the same adoration for him, and that fact sent sparks of elation running through him. you were always so doting; you always lavished him with affection, and he truly loved it. he loved you so much, that he was sure his heart would stop beating without your presence. 

what he didn’t love, however, was the way you’d find the sudden urge to pinch his cheeks or squeeze his face in between your hands (especially when he smiled). sure, you were a little older than him, but that didn’t give you the right to handle him like he was a little boy. you always claimed he was your ‘little baby’, comparing him to all sorts of cute animals or soft inanimate objects. sure, whenever he grabbed your attention to tell you how pretty he thought you were it made a shy smile dance across your face, but you always bounced right back to treating him so delicately like he had ‘handle with care’ written across his forehead. 

your contact photo for him was even kiiroitori; he’ll never forget his confusion when you enthusiastically insisted he looked ‘just like him.’ these actions from you always left him utterly humiliated, feeling less like your boyfriend and more like a child. he grew annoyed at even the mere thought of you seeing him as a child. ni-ki was determined to prove to you that he was a chivalrous, dashing boyfriend and young man, not the squishy little baby boy that you painted him to be. 

“ni-ki, i made you a snack!” your cheery voice reaches his ears from your position in the kitchen. ni-ki stands up with the intention of approaching you, but he notices you already moseying your way into the living room with the snack you prepared for him. 

“just sit down baby, i don’t mind bringing it to you,” you tell him warmly, and he smiles a bit at your generosity before reclaiming his spot on the couch. 

as you hand him what you’ve prepared, his smile falls from his face. his hands now held a small bowl of various fruits cut into the shape of stars and hearts, and a glass of juice with a swirly straw gaudily perched inside. he stared at you as you traveled to another room in the house, happily oblivious to the embarrassment he was experiencing right now. 

you just couldn’t be serious.

it’s not like he didn’t appreciate you for graciously taking the time to prepare something for him with such thought. the sentiment was well received, but this was just way over the top. 

what was next, a tricycle? he was fed up. 

he gently sets down the two dishes on the coffee table in front of him before advancing through the house in search of you. he needed this to end.

he discovers you, carrying a basket of folded towels, and moves to grab them from you before you can reach the stairs. this was his chance to put a new side of him on display, he thought. 

“here, let me carry it for you,” ni-ki asserts, gently shifting the weight of the basket to his hands rather than yours. 

“it’s no problem ni-ki, i can carry it,” you smile with fondness, moving to return the basket to your grasp. 

ni-ki speaks again, interrupting your movements; 

“i can’t have my pretty girlfriend carrying this all by herself. let me do it,” ni-ki tells you, a charming lilt drifting through his voice. 

you blush at his bold, charismatic words, the deepness of his voice suddenly becoming more apparent to you as your cutie ni-ki shimmers like such a gentleman before your eyes. you manage to utter a “thank you, ni-ki,” as he ascends the stairs. what’s gotten into him? you ponder, moving to sit on the couch as you tried (and failed) to heave yourself out of your ruffled state.

ni-ki returns, plopping beside you, a sharp confidence surging through him and casting an evident smirk across his face. 

however, you once again send ni-ki plummeting meters below the glory he felt from showing you how dependable of a boyfriend he could be; you lift your menacing hand, patting the top of his head, offering him the same tender smile you would give a puppy. 

“stop babying me,” he abruptly requests, his deep voice ironically pouty. “i’m your boyfriend, not some little boy,” he adds.

a coddling expression of sympathy flashes across your face. “i just can’t help it ni-ki, no matter what you do you just look so cute!”

this is torture, you thought. here he was, sitting next to you with an adorably displeased expression scattered across his face, but you would only upset him further if you succumbed to your thoughts and squished him. how does he expect you not to? he surely doesn’t realize how cute he is, you thought. 

you felt guilty, but even as he sat pouting beside you, he still looked overwhelmingly adorable.

“is my baby upset,” you say with a teasing lilt in your voice, poking at his side, a frivolous tenor tracing your actions. 

at this point, you were just ridiculing him on purpose. ni-ki decides to ignore you. he fixates his eyes onto the tv in front of him. 

“ni-ki,” you finally say, your voice now tinged with a mild seriousness. “what’s the matter?” 

he finally turns to face you, satisfied with your kind (yet belated) decision to take him seriously.

ni-ki leans towards you, slowly minimizing the distance between your faces, urging his lips to place a kiss on your cheek with feather like gentleness. he was within such close proximity; your throat began to tighten, and your face warmed up along with it. as if your flustered reactions weren’t already enough, he grabs your face with a mildly tight grip as he ushers a kiss to your lips. ni-ki pulls his face away from yours just enough to allow his eyes to fall into yours, appreciating the way your face beamed so abashedly, as if the realization that he was truly your boyfriend just dawned on you. 

“i’m a baby, right?” he hotly teases you, your mind flustered as this sudden uncharacteristic display from ni-ki makes you dizzy. he smirks at the way you stare up at him, too stunned to form a response. 

you suddenly smile, turning away from him uttering a “yes” and he giggles at the way you stubbornly refuse to meet his eyes. he begins trying to force your eyes to meet his, positioning his face directly in front of yours as you persistently evade his gaze. ni-ki laughs, his lovely eyes sharing a smile with his mouth. “noona, you’re adorable!” he teases, poking your stomach repeatedly, as you futilely attempt to escape his torment. ni-ki wouldn’t dare allow the opportunity to taunt your endearing behavior to sail by him after the constant babying he endured from you.

[noveauskull]

How Male WUWA Character's React When You Make Them Mad! (NSFW)

characters: jiyan, geshu lin, mortefi, calcharo, yuanwu, aalto, scar x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, brat! reader, brat taming, mating press, spanking, use of toys, punishment, doggy style, overstimulation, passing out, age gap, anal, wall fucking, office sex, cock warming, teasing, orgasm denial, pet names (princess), sir kink (?), choking (asphyxiation)

SCAR:

Scar often finds your little acts cute. He likes it when you hit him or cuss at him, it always makes him feel warm and funny inside when you behave rudely to him, probably cause most of the time the others are scared of him. But even Scar has limits.

He finds you hard to talk with sometimes, whenever he wanted a genuine conversation with you, you'd just tell him to go away, and that does upset him, but he tries to be patient with you and try again next time.

Though he realizes that next time will never come, and he's starting to find your bold antics unamusing. His final straw was when he asked you if you had missed him while he was gone out, and your response was-

"What are you talking about? Stop acting stupid and fetch me the soda bottle"

Yeah, you regret it.

Scar had your knees all the way up to your chest while he fucks your cunt loose with his cock, your nipples and clit being pinched with clips that were connected together through chains, and your ass was stuffed with an anal plug.

He had all your holes filled and sweet spots touched, leaving your mouth gaping open to let your whines and moans free, gasping for air each time you feel the tip of Scar's cock breaking into you to meet with your cervix, you could feel yourself get dizzy from all the sensations.

The clips shaking with every thrust Scar gave you, having it stimulate you by theirselves without him needing to touch them.

Scar would have you talk to him while he rammed himself inside of you, cause if you wouldn't talk with him when he isn't fucking you, then you might as well say a few words when he is fucking you.

"Like I was asking early, did you miss me?" He would ask through pants in every thrust, which you would struggle to answer with.

"Hgh- nmph-! Ugh!" You'd try answering, but your mind can't even focus to tell your mouth to move properly.

"Answer me, baby. Don't make me wait" He'd give you a sharp smack on your ass, making you snap out of the daze he was putting you in.

"H-Hnagh y-yes!! Yes!" You'd cry before hearing him chuckle, giving you a long, wet kiss to reward you.

"You're so cute when you're crying for my cock, I guess this will happen more often if you keep your bratty behavior up~"

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JIYAN:

Cussing at him, hitting him, ignoring him, somehow he was fine with it all, he'd even go back to his general duties sometimes, knowing that when the two of you return home he'd have to give you a small talk on why you should be nicer to him, to which you'd just ignore him and flop yourself onto the bed that you two shared.

The one thing that made him snap, was when you poured water onto his head. In public. All because you were upset at him for taking too long with his subordinates at the Midnight Rangers.

You'd wish you hadn't did that to him though, it seems like he really made it clear that there is a limit to how much shit you could throw at a person, especially at him.

The side of your face would be pressed into the covers, ass sticking up for Jiyan's cock to thrust into your leaking pussy, you were probably at your 4th orgasm right now.

The noises your mouth made were lewd, no sane person should be hearing those slutty moans you're letting out as Jiyan destroys your cunt. Your hands gripping onto the sheets to give you some sort of relief from all the pounding he was giving you.

You felt his arms go under your waist to lift you up, making your back press onto his chest, his right hand moving to where your clit is and flicking it, the sudden action made you scream with tears rolling down your cheek.

"S-Sto-" You tried speaking, but it was no use. Jiyan had you right where he wanted you. He's made it clear that he was not going to forgive you unless you let out exactly 10 full orgasms.

You realized that this entire time, Jiyan was only showing you his lenient side, the side of a understanding boyfriend. But right now? He's showing you the side of a General. Harsh, strict and merciless.

Right on your 4th orgasm, you squirted all over his cock and fingers, the entire time while he was pounding you he never once took a break, both for himself or for you, definitely not for you.

He was pounding into you so much that you felt like the tip of his cock was going to pop out of your mouth with each thrust. He throws your body back onto the bed while still rawdogging you. And all you can do was take it and hope you had finished your 10th orgasm the moment you blinked.

By the time you were on your 8th orgasm, you started feeling light headed, and you couldn't feel your pussy, or your entire lower body anymore, even your voice began to sound weak from all the moaning you were doing.

So you gave one final orgasm before passing out. You definitely learned your lesson, to never anger Jiyan and take his patience for granted.

The next day, Jiyan acts like nothing happened. But you're limping with every step as you hold your back like an old lady, making Jiyan chuckle.

"I hope you learned something from this, though I don't mind doing it all over again if you feel unsatisfied"

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CALCHARO:

Since Calcharo was a few years older than you, it's natural he thinks of you as an annoying kid whose been raised spoiled your whole life. Which is why he doesn't think much of your poor behavior and tolerates it most of the time.

However, he does get bothered by the way you casually speak to him, such as when you called him an asshole for telling you to not talk bad about others.

His last piece of patience of you would shred to pieces when you called his underdog namplate ugly, disrespecting the tiny drawing of a dog.

You didn't know it was going to get him this upset though, to the point he's pressing your body onto the wall and fucking your ass deeply with every thrust, while your pussy was filled with a thick vibrating dildo.

He ordered you to not let the dildo fall off out, if you did, he'd add onto your punishment by two times, and he'll keep adding onto it until you either pass out or you finally get the hang of it while he cums inside of your ass.

Calcharo would be cumming inside your ass so much you could feel your stomach bloating, it's crazy how pent up he is, and you just happened to be the perfect person to help him relieve his stress.

When you felt yourself cumming, you'd try to hold it in, but having a vibrating dildo inside of you while Calcharo's dick was giving your cervix punches to the gut wasn't helping, all while you were standing too.

The moment you started twitching and shaking while letting out a long and loud moan, you'd try to clench your legs together in hopes that the dildo wouldn't fall off, making you having to overstimulate yourself.

"Apologize" Calcharo says into your ear, his deep voice sounding dangerously calm which alarmed you.

"Apologize now and I'll stop" He offers, his left hand brushing over the tiny bulge he made on your stomach, you could feel his cum in your ass sloshing with every thrust.

"S-Sor- Ungh! S-Sorry! 'M so s-sorry!" You forced out of your mouth in cries, you could feel the dildo vibrating itself out of your pussy, you silently begged that he would say something to excuse the mistake you were about to make by letting the vibrator fall.

But before he could say anything, the dildo drops on the floor, and his palm presses onto your bulge, fingers circling your clit, make your legs shake and your eyes roll back.

"I guess we have to keep going until you've learned your lesson, brat"

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MORTEFI:

It's not likely for Mortefi to get angry easily, but for some reason, you're just really good at it.

Like how you would suddenly barge into his room and mess with his paperwork, making his job harder than it is, and you only do this when you feel like he's been focusing on his work more than you, and that makes you very unhappy.

But he won't let you keep up with this behavior, so the next time you barge into his room expecting no one but his stack of papers on his desk, he's already sitting down on his desk, eyes immediately locking in with yours because of how he had already expected your arrival.

Next thing you know you're sitting on top of his lap with his cock buried deep inside you, legs sticking out on the sides of the chair, through the space where the armrests are, and a small vibrator right on your clit, however, it isn't on.

Well, not unless Mortefi wants it to be. Whenever you do so much as move or your pussy twitches around his cock he'd use a small remove control to turn the vibrator on, stimulating you to the point you feel close to orgasming, but stopping whenever he feels your pussy twitch and tighten around him too much, indicating you are close.

And he keeps this up while he does his paperwork, you could beg him to just fuck you but he won't even pretend like he's listening to you, and when you try to move your hips he just sends a sharp smack onto your ass, warning you to keep still.

Mortefi will make you go crazy for hours and hours, just by not moving a muscle, you're surprised he's even able to keep his dick hard all this time, maybe it's gone limp a few times but everytime you twitched around him it'd harden right back up.

The torture would be too much to the point you no longer had an attitude, instead you're hugging him and rolling your hips to create some friction, mumbling words like "I'm sorry, please let me cum" into his ear.

But he still won't move, even when you play nice.

"Sweet talking me won't make my mood any better, you know? You'll just have to wait until I'm done"

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AALTO:

He's often very playful with you, and doesn't particularly care when you get pissy with him, he knows he can make it up to you by gifting you expensive accessories or clothes, but sometimes, he would have his limits too.

And being able to make even the most goofiest guy angry is something else. Most likely whenever you call him names like idiot or stupid, you'd be surprised but Aalto isn't a fan of name calling. He finds it unfair that while your names are "Princess", "Sweetheart" or "Baby", his is just mean names that you'd call any nuisance of a person.

He even asked you to give him a cute nickname, but it's like you never heard him once. And at one point in those countless of names you gave him, he's already hit his breaking point.

Aalto would drag you back home, throwing your body that was smaller than his onto the couch and taking off your clothes, when he pulls down your skirt, he immediately connects his lips to your clothed cunt, licking over it to tease you.

You won't know whats happening, as long as you were getting pleasure nothing mattered, but that's what Aalto wants you to think he's doing, instead, he hasn't made any effort to take off the panty you had on the entire time, making it completely soaked with your juices and his saliva.

Even when you bucked your hips forward with your hands on his head to create more friction he wouldn't give you the satisfaction, lessening the pressure of his tongue on your clit or even stopping at times too.

"No can do, princess. I want to hear you call me a cute name, then I'll let you cum" He'd tease, he would be angry, but he's forgotten all about it after seeing your desperate face.

"W-What is it? What do you w-want?!" You panted, face burning from the embarassment you were having, and the inability to cum right away from his kitten licks.

"Hmm, how about sir-"

"P-Please, Sir!! Hurry up, please!!" You cut him off in whines, making him chuckle at your desperation.

"So cute"

He would use his finger to move your panty to the side, finally revealing your soaking wet pussy with juices leaking out of it, he grips your thighs to hold them open before diving in to force orgasms out of you.

You'd already be begging him to stop after 2 orgasms, but he wouldn't, even if you had called him "Sir" countless of times already. It doesn't seem like Aalto was going to back down anytime soon.

"Sorry, princess. But the more you call me that the more it riles me up, give me one more and I'll stop, 'Mkay?"

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GESHU LIN:

He doesn't tolerate any kind of behavior from you, and you know this. Yet you seem to always forget that. It's not your fault though, he hasn't been teaching you a lesson whenever you act up these days, of course you're going to forget the consequences.

You really wished you remembered though, cause earlier, you noticed Geshu Lin just walking by the nearby stores in Jinzhou, and you just happened to be walking around Jinzhou with General Jiyan, so you did something unspeakable.

You brought your hands to grip onto Jiyan's biceps, pulling him back to warn him about the cat that was passing by. A mere coincidence, not only did you had a reason to touch General Jiyan but he wouldn't suspect you of doing anything to him, it was just a friend helping another friend.

But Geshu Lin was not taking a single ounce of shit for it.

Before you know it, you're on to bed the two of you lay on, body pressed onto the sheets while your back faces him as he fucks your pussy loose on top of you, making you cry out begging he'd go slower.

Of course he wouldn't though. Instead he goes even faster than before, he would press his body onto yours before moving his arm to your neck, clamping it with the middle of his bicep and forearm while another hand on the top of your head, putting you in a chokehold.

His bicep would be squeezing your neck while he pounded inside you mercilessly, the weight of his body on your own making it even harder for you, it didn't particularly hurt since it was a gentle squeeze, hard enough to give you trouble breathing but not hard enough to leave a mark, yet you could could feel you're losing yourself when your eyes rolled back the moment his arms made contact with your neck.

You'd let out a small whimper, tears rolling down to your face then to his muscular biceps, you've probably already came twice by now while Geshu Lin hasn't even came once.

"Since you love biceps so much you don't mind dying from it, right slut?" He teased you, grinning at the way you struggled to form words.

He would finally cum inside you after you squirted out your 5th orgasm, you could feel yourself slowly passing out before he smacks your ass to wake you up. He wasn't letting you off that easy.

"Get up, brat. I'm not done with you yet, I'm gonna fuck the attitude out of you this time"

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YUANWU:

Of course Yuanwu was patient with you, whenever you acted up he'd just pat your head and give you a few kisses, mumbling words like "You're a good girl right? Then behave well" and most of the time you'd listen to him, however of course there are times when you don't.

You were incredibly upset that Yuanwu didn't get you a new dress, he did tell you that he would get it soon and that he was way too busy to get one with you at the moment, but you couldn't care less. His job and his attention to you are two different things.

That's when you decided to take it out on him while you two were getting intimate. Yuanwu would come back home wanting to have a taste of you every now and then and you'd comply just fine, but right now you wanted to make it known that you were not happy.

"Ugh could you go any slower?" You grumbled as he was fucking his cock into your pussy, he brought his head up to look at you with wide eyes, surprised by your sudden remark.

"Pardon?" The strands of his blue hair would cover his forehead, making him appear younger.

"You heard me, hurry up I want to sleep" You repeated, you didn't know what you were expecting, but you sure as hell wasn't expecting him to just smile at you.

"Okay"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, yelping at his sudden grip on your hips as he snaps his own forward. You didn't realize it before, but apparently he hadn't been putting his full size inside you a lot, until now.

You'd let out a small scream, feeling his cock plunge into your hole so deep and your cervix getting a hit from his tip, your hole immediately clamping down on his cock, a few of your juices leaking out in the process.

You wouldn't even have the time to let out a small breath before he's snapping his hips back onto your pussy, every thrust making you let out small cries and your eyes tearing up.

"W-Wai- Ugh!" You'd try to hold onto his arms to regain some sort of control, but that didn't help you one bit, instead he'd still have you your hole so used your face would be drenched in tears.

You wouldn't realize it, but he was holding back his anger from you this entire time. What he was doing now was just a small part of it, and the things he was about to do to you later were going to be even worse.

And yet despite him fixing your bratty behavior, he still does it all while smiling, and caressing you, treating you like glass one moment before treating you like a punching bag, thought of course, the only punching he'd be doing to you is when the tip of his cock is punching your cervix.

"You told me to go faster, so that's what I'm doing. What's that? You want me to go slow now? There's no need for that, I'm sure you can handle it, my lady"

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A/N: Sorry to the person who requested this! (the one with wuwa men reacts to you telling them to go faster) I thought it would be better to add it into this making wuwa men angry post, so yeah, hitting two birds w one stone 💀✨️✨️

[boorines]

what pet names (if any) do you think the svt members would use? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

this is such a cute ask ahh!! sorry it took literal ages to get to, i’ve had the worst case of writer’s block and i’m slowly working through my reqs!

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Pet names seventeen would call you

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SEUNGCHEOL

doll. you’re his world and he’d spoil you to no end. every thing you’d want would become yours and you’d never have to lift a finger. he’d dote on you so much and all he’d expect in return is your love, you’d be his lovely doll.

“look at what i got, doll. you like it? do you think it’s pretty? it’s for you”

JEONGHAN

angel. of course, the angel needs his twin flame. you’d be his angel and his partner in crime. you both have your mischievous, devilish streaks too, so the nickname would be perfect. to him you’re angelic and could do no wrong, even when you’ve baked a cake but won’t let him touch it yet.

“angel, you’re being so mean. just one look? i promise i won’t take a bite”

JOSHUA

love. simple and sweet. he prefers to use ‘love’ because it’s exactly what he feels for you and he wants you to know it, remember it all the time. you’re his love and he wants to shower you in it as much as he can.

“mm, i’ll be there in 10. of course, love, i’ll pick it up for you, i love you, too”

JUN

beautiful. jun is in awe of you. you’re breathtaking to him and he’s going to make sure you know it. he’d call you beautiful so often it becomes a nickname for you. neither of you realise when it happens until you’re being called beautiful for the 5th time in the day.

“there’s a fresh towel on the bed for you, beautiful. you don’t need to find a new one”

SOONYOUNG

babe. simple but sweet. he also uses your name often, he says it softly and gently, like it’s his favorite word. he’ll still follow up with a ‘babe’, though. and if he’s within arm’s distance of you he’s definitely punctuating his sentence with a squeeze of your hand or waist.

“babe, we can do the laundry later, it’s so warm in bed, stay just 5 more minutes? please…”

WONWOO

pretty. to wonwoo, you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. it comes so naturally to him, especially when you are the embodiment of the word in his eyes. you could be sat on the couch flicking through apps mindlessly when you’ll hear him call for you. whether it’s to ask for help or just for the sake of having your attention on him.

“want to play a couple of games later, pretty? or watch a movie? what are you feeling?”

JIHOON

your name. jihoon has a way with words, he pours meaning into every single one he speaks. so to him nothing comes close to the love and meaning he puts into saying your name. it would be tender and loving and it would be yours.

“do they fit well, does it pinch at your ankle? they’re very pretty, ____. i’ll get them for you”

MINGHAO

gorgeous. an almost sensual nickname that rolls off his tongue so easily. it shows just how lucky he feels to have you and it makes your cheeks heat up every time you hear it. he particularly loves seeing you flustered when he springs it on you when you least expect it.

“you’re at lunch with your friends today, right? need me to drop you and pick you up after, gorgeous?”

MINGYU

baby. a classic name for a hopeless romantic. something about you being his baby makes him melt and he just can’t get enough of saying it. you feel so cherished when he uses it and he loves the rush of warmth and pride he gets calling you it. often comes with a sudden back hug, maybe even a pout if he’s wanting your attention.

“please, baby, can we watch just one more episode. it’s only 2am… baby…”

SEOKMIN

buttercup. this is SO seokmin. you’re delicate and pretty like a flower to him. and combined with the fact that he’d love being called sunshine or honey? you both are so sunny and bright together.

“i found them! i found the keys, oh my god they were under the cabinet, buttercup. can you believe that?”

SEUNGKWAN

my sweetheart. seungkwan would use ‘my’ a lot, he would love the intimacy as well as the slight possessiveness that comes with the word. my love, my darling, etc. he’d be a sucker for calling you his and showing you off to everyone that way.

“you’re always the most beautiful in the room. let me introduce you to everyone, my sweetheart, hm?”

VERNON

babe. also keeps it simple. he’s more about subtle affection and wants his actions to speak louder than his words. a soft ‘babe’ accompanied by a gentle tap on your knee to wake you up when you doze off on the sofa, another call while he wordlessly points out something on his phone. he’s all about showing, not telling.

“babe, how many eggs should i put in for two ramen packs?”

CHAN

darling. he’s so affectionate with you it’s unbelievable. while he isn’t one for over the top romance, his affection comes through in so many other ways. when he wordlessly refills glasses of water for you throughout the day or throws a towel in the dryer so it’s nice and warm for you after your shower.

“i’ll tidy up, darling. you get ready for bed, yeah?”

[meowzfordayz]

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Author’s Note: short and sweet, and hopefully a lil funny too. 😆

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: could you write comfort for when Their S/o like absolutely hates speaking up for themselves, like someone could be walking all over them and they'd be like "Oh, its fine" bc conflict= worst enemy? I would like to request Muichiro (love him sm) and Sanemi if that's okay, and the rest you can decide (-if you want to add more.)

~faqs~

Mitsuri will be all over the situation (in a good way, ofc 😌)

“Baby, didn’t you want your drink hot?” —> she’s already staring daggers at the barista who made your drink 😒

“Hm?”

You do your best to conceal the pinch of your eyebrows, as well as the goosebumps raising on your arms 🥶

“I thought cold drinks made you cold, and you don’t like being cold?”

… “Hm?”

She’s not buying your nonchalance 🙃

“That’s it.” Uh oh. “I’m getting you your drink made right.”

😳🫣🫠

“Nonono, Mitsuri, it’s fiiine.” 😭

Arms crossed, her lips purse, eyes narrowed as you weakly grin and take a big sip 😄

“If you won’t let me get you another one, then at least wear my sweater?”

🤯 “Okay!” 🤭

So maybe she’s wearing a cropped tank top underneath — you’re only a mere mortal after all 

— #oops my thirst made an appearance 😅

Short girlfriend = scary girlfriend

And that’s a compliment 😎

Shinobu doesn’t need height, bulk, or a dick to defend you

Her scathing tongue and unnerving stare are plenty

Not to mention, she’ll go full Karen if need be, but the more eloquent, calculating, deceptively sweet version 😌

She can make anyone feel like a complete idiot in 2-3 sentences, give or take 

Which does include you, but you don’t argue too often 😅

Basically:

It’s highkey hot when she speaks up for you 🤭

But it may or may not make you cry when her sharpness is directed toward you 🥲

Fortunately, you in distress is also one of few things that immediately softens her — at least, when she’s the reason for it 🥺

Kyojuro always tries to solve your problems for you

Not bc he thinks you’re incapable, and not w/o your expressed consent/prior communication

But he just hates seeing you unhappy, uncomfortable, unsafe — really anything that isn’t grinning and laughing

He understands there’s a time and place for more difficult and painful emotions, but why on earth wouldn’t he go out of his way to ensure those times and places are as few and far between as possible????? 🤨

So, obvi, he more than willingly goes out of his way ☺️

“Do you want me to say something?” his quiet breath warms your ear, softening the frustration growing in your chest

“I dunno,” you sigh, gesturing hopelessly at the person who’d just cut you in line, “We’re all going to the same place anyway.”

“True,” he shrugs, “But that was quite rude and noticeable of them.”

“Do you want to say something?” you tease, elbowing his side with amused fondness

“Not if it discomforts you.”

“It wouldn’t discomfort me,” you mumble, cheeks darkening nonetheless, “You’re so cute.”

Albeit, you aren’t sure whether to feel proud or embarrassed when he somehow intimidates the person who cut you into leaving altogether 😅

On one hand, you know Sanemi has your back ☺️

On the other hand, you aren’t 100% positive that that’s a good thing 😬

“I swear, does that bitch even know I exist?!” 😤

… 🫣

“I bet she doesn’t! Otherwise she wouldn’t dare treat you like-” 😤

“And this is why she doesn’t know you exist.” 🥲

“Pardon?” ��

“Sanemi, I love you, and I so appreciate how ready to go to war you are for me, but-”

“Ooh darling, you have no idea. Go to war? I will be the war for you.” 😤

“So sweet,” your eyes roll, “How about you just let me handle it?”

“And how are you handling it?” he scoffs, “With smiley face emojis?” 🙄

…

“You deserve kindness and honesty. Not her manipulative bitch shit.”

“I’ll block her.”

“You what?!” 😳

“Would that suffice?” 😅

“Actually… yeah.” Sanemi is very surprised. Gushing now, “I’m so fucking proud of you.” 🥰

It’s kind of alarming when Muichiro speaks up for you

Bc you get a faint taste of what he was like before he’d really opened up to love 😕

And that Tokito Muichiro is sharp and cold as steel w/ a -139% tolerance for bullshit

Impossible to impress 😬

But your Muichiro hugs you when you’re feeling low, rests his chin on your shoulder while you do your best to draft a stern, confident text msg to your asshole “friend”, and is more than happy to tell you what he would do were he in your shoes

… you usually ignore his advice 😅

Buuut sometimes he reaches over and hits SEND before you can stop him 🫠

“MUI! I was going to delete some of that!” 😭

“Nah, it’s great as is.” 😎

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: heavy noncon / r*pe + drugs + stepcest + anal + manipulation kinda + somnophilia + breath play

💌: sorry if this is too dark but im DRUNK ans this thought is swimmin in my lil head

stepdad! jake sneaking into your room at night while your mother is asleep, he slipped something in your drink at dinner and has been waiting for you to fall asleep, knowing the drugs will keep you pliant and make it easy for him to take advantage of his cute little stepdaughter.

he locks the door behind him before propping his phone up on your dresser to get a clear view of your bed, afterwards making his way to you and taking his time groping your unconscious body, grinding his thick cock against your ass as his big hands knead the soft skin of your tits, taking your hardened nipples between his fingers to pinch and pull them, quiet grunts escaping him as he humps you faster.

perhaps he didnt do a high enough dose, because your sweet little eyes flutter open and your stepdaddy has to place a heavy hand over your mouth before you’re able to process what’s happening, tears filling your lashline as he cums and the sticky semen makes a mess of your cute panties.

you wrap your smaller hands around his wrist and tug, struggling against jake. “shh, princess ‘s okay. i’ll let you go but you hafta promise to be quiet, alright? can you do that for daddy?”

you nod your head and he releases you, on edge and ready to shut you up if you scream. “daddy we can’t do this, i don’t want to.. ‘s not right.” you whine, trying to put space between the two of you.

“you’re breakin’ my heart, baby, ‘course we can do this. i make the decisions here, not you, little girl.” he chastises, a stupidly attractive smirk on his lips. you tilt your head and think his words over; you’ve always wanted to fuck him but now that he’s done this, you’re not so sure you want to anymore, feeling icky and used.

jake flips you on your tummy before you can voice your denial again, ripping your shorts off and groaning at the sight of your bare pussy. “no panties, huh? you must’ve wanted this, sweetheart. don’t fight this and i promise to be gentle.”

he’s so much stronger than you, using his full weight to pin you down and it makes your cunt clench, arousal causing you to grow wetter despite how you shake your head no and sob softly. he teases your hole with his cockhead, coating his entire length in your juices. you prepare for the intrusion, shaking as you wait for him to fuck your pussy but he pulls his cock away and before you can sigh in relief he pushes past the tight rim of your asshole, the pain making you squeal and squirm.

jake grits his teeth and fucks into you, inch after inch of his thick cock pressing deep inside. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, princess. daddy couldn’t help it, ‘m so sorry.” it hurts so bad you feel like you could pass out any minute now, jake’s voice sounding distant as you try to focus on anything but how much he’s stretching your hole open. “fuck, it’ll be over soon sweet girl, you’re doing so good for me.”

your stepdad leans over, pressing kisses to your nape and whispering apologies as he violates you, wrapping a hand around your throat to ground himself, not wanting to cum just yet. he can feel your tears as they stream down your cheeks and fall onto his wrist, guilt flooding his mind as his cock twitches inside of his little stepdaughter’s ass.

“please stop, jakey, i don’t want this.” you whimper, voice raspy as you struggle to speak from the pressure applied to your neck. “if you love me you’ll stop.”

he lets out a guttural moan at your words, thrusting into you faster as his guilt is washed away and pleasure clouds his mind. “i do love you, baby, that’s why ‘m doin’ this.. you feel too good t’stop now, just take it, angel. be a good girl for me.”

his words cause something within you to stir, eyes unfocused as you lay limp, allowing your stepfather to continue using you like a fuckdoll and allowing yourself to succumb to the pleasure as well, mouth falling open in a silent scream when he pulls out to the tip, fucking into you in one go before his hips still, hot and thick ropes of cum spilling deep within you.

you hope jake doesn’t realize that his orgasm triggered your own, empty cunt clenching around nothing.

[svearehnn]

black violets and baby's breath pt. 2 | modern!azriel x bridesmaid!reader

summary: the tension between you and azriel heats up at feyre and rhys' wedding reception.

warning: smut babes, there's smut. and bad words. read at your own risk lmao

part one

You nursed your drink in the corner of the room, cheeks flushed from the red wine in your glass. Your eyes were trained on the male across the room, a soft smile adorning his lips as he listened to Cassian’s exuberant story. He had changed into a black button-up, sleeves rolled just above his elbows, displaying the tattoos that climbed up his arms like swirls of black smoke.

“Ask him to dance.” The familiar voice beside you scared you shitless, pulling your eyes from Azriel before you could see him eye you up and down in your little black dress. Feyre had a cheeky smile on her painted lips, eyes bright with joy. Your heart slowed, the shock subsiding as you rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“I’ve never seen him on a dance floor before. I doubt he would want to dance with me.” You muttered, eyes downcast as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. Feyre punched your arm, eliciting a yelp from you. “What was that for?”

“Stop being so depressing! It’s my wedding and I want the two of you to dance and fall in love and make cute little babies–” you covered her mouth, muffling her words as she continued to speak.

“Fey,” you whined, cheeks heating and this time it wasn’t from the wine. She giggled, her tangent well and done, so you removed your hand. Rather than her gorgeous smile, a smirk now troubled her lips, mischievous and scheming.

“Well, it looks like you might not even have to ask.” You whipped around, eyes wide and immediately locking with Azriel’s. His lips were mere inches from yours, breaths intermingling, the scent of night-chilled cedar invading your senses.

“Hey.” His voice rumbled gently, weakening your knees with its baritone seduction.

“Hi,” you replied, unable to hear yourself over the chatter of the other guests. Azriel’s hazel eyes were soft as they took you in, lingering on your lips for a second too long before flickering back up to your eyes.

“A little birdie told me you were waiting for a dance.” You swiveled, ready to snap at the brunette caught red-handed, but she was nowhere to be found. Azriel’s fingers skimmed your wrist, bringing your attention back to him.

“It wasn’t Feyre if that’s what you’re thinking.” He chuckled, umber eyes flittering to Mor for just a second before he turned back to you. You flipped the blonde the bird without a second thought. She responded with a wink and a laugh as she was whisked away by her own dance partner.

“So,” Azriel started, clearing his throat, “may I have this dance, Little Star?” His hand was outstretched between you, a silent offering. With a deep breathe and a nod you set down your glass and took his hand in yours, heart beating the same as it did when you and Feyre went bungee jumping that one time.

“Lead the way.” His fingers intertwined through yours as soon as your skin touched his, warm and inviting, sparks flying and escalating the tension that surrounded the two of you. He escorted you to the dance floor, his hands finding their way to your waist whilst yours locked around his neck. The soft song lulled your head against his chest, bodies swaying slowly to the tender piano escaping the speakers. His lips ghosted your ear, cool breaths sending shivers down your exposed spine.

“I know I said this earlier,” Azriel whispered, grazing the shell of your ear with his plump, pink lips. “But you look absolutely phenomenal tonight.” You skipped a step, stumbling into him, red accentuating the tips of your ears. He chuckled, holding you against him as if you would vanish if he let go.

“You’re already falling for me, huh?” You shook your head, more so an action of embarrassment rather than an answer to his question.

“Shut up, Az.” You grumbled, pinching his chest. He barked out a laugh, untangling your bodies so he could twirl you, eyes raking up and down your figure, admiring every single detail he saw. He brought you back into him, one hand on your hip and the other on the small of your back. Az drew you closer, a growl escaping his throat before he relaxed. He shut his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours, exhaling through his nose, swallowing thickly.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Little Star.” Before you could respond and throw two years of friendship down the drain, the sound of ringing glass gathered your attention.

“Gather round, everyone.” Cassian’s boisterous voice filled the room, garnering all attention. “For I have a story to tell. A treacherous tale of love, betrayal…”

“There was no betrayal, Cassian.” Rhys’ bored intonation boomed throughout the room, causing a few chuckles to sound.

“Okay, okay. Anyways.” You giggled, glancing up at Azriel only to find his sparkling eyes already on you. His arm, now wrapped around your waist, squeezed you closer to his side, fingers tracing patterns into the cotton fabric of your dress.

The two of you stayed like that as you listened to Cassian’s best man speech, only separating when Azriel went to fetch the two of you drinks.

You listened endearingly as he slurred about the love and adoration that tied your best friend and her soulmate together. Inconspicuously, you dabbed the tears from your eyes, a smile adorning your lips. 

Cassian’s speech eventually ended and was followed by two body shots that ramped up the party rather swiftly. The near-empty floor of slow dancers became a clustered pile of sweaty people, writhing against each other to the beat of the bass. Your head was buzzing from the alcohol and the music and the feel of Azriel against your back. His hands slid up and down your hips whilst yours reached over your head to play with the brunet curls on the back of his neck. His lips ghosted over your ear, voice a mere figment in your mind.

“Why don’t we step out. Get some fresh air.” You nodded, head swimming. Azriel took hold of your hand and led you through the crowd easily before pushing through a familiar pair of french doors. The garden looked ethereal at night. Even in the middle of Velaris, the stars shined as brilliantly as they would in the country. You could hear the gentle rush of the Sidra, the lull of the wind as it brushed against you, bringing with it a slight chill. Azriel wrapped his arm around you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm in an attempt to offer you warmth.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, in awe of the night that you saw every time you stepped outside. Yet, somehow, it seemed even more magical tonight than it had ever been before.

“What is?” Azriel queried, words filled with the air in his lungs.

“Everything.” You responded, finally tearing your eyes away from the sky to meet his, only to realize that he was staring at you as if you were the stars of the night incarnated.

“You want to know what I think?” He was closer than you remembered–so close that you could see the honeyed-highlights in his dark hair, the freckles on his cheeks, and the saliva on his lips. You responded with a hum, irises twinkling, lips twitching up in a light smile. 

“I think you’re the most beautiful piece of art I’ve set my eyes on tonight.” A blush coated your cheeks, invisible in the darkness of the night. You involuntarily leaned in, lips just barely grazing his own.

“You think so?” The words fell from your tongue in a soft murmur, and you could feel the hitch in his breath as you spoke. Instead of responding, Azriel placed a hand on the back of your neck and placed his lips against yours, meeting you in a slow and sensual pace that made your knees weak and your heart race. He commanded the kiss, holding you to him, pressing your body against his underneath the moonlight. All that could be heard was the sounds of your breathy sighs and the muffled bass that reverberated through the ground. 

“Gods, I have dreamed of this for a lifetime,” Azriel groaned as he pulled away from you, eyes swirling as they stared into yours, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he dove back in for another taste.

It was all teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. He pushed you back to one of the chairs, pulling you onto his lap without separating his lips from yours. You rolled your hips eliciting a growl from deep within his throat. Your hands tangled in his hair whilst his roamed your body, sliding up and down your sides, inching up your thighs and disappearing under your skirt. His lips left yours, instead choosing to trail down your neck, leaving rosy marks all over the plush skin amidst your mewls of pleasure.

He tongued the shell of your ear and blew cold air against it, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine as his fingers inched closer to your clothed core. You could feel his rock hard cock twitching beneath you, begging to be let out of its constraints. Your hips moved involuntarily, rubbing against his length, desperate for its touch. Azriel sighed and finally brushed his fingers against your sweet spot, halting your movements instantly. 

“You’re soaked,” he groaned as he slipped your panties aside and swiped a finger through your folds. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned your head against his shoulder, lips caressing the spot between his shoulder and neck.

“I need you, Az,” you sighed. He obliged, pushing one digit inside of you as his thumb worked your clit. A gasp fell from your lips, hips bucking as his middle finger joined his index inside of you. “Fuck.” His supple mouth was against yours once more, tongues dancing, his giving a show of protection and authority as he continued to work you closer and closer to an orgasm.

You pulled away from him, gasping for breath, sparks flying behind your eyes as your core buzzed and your stomach flipped. A loud whine was muffled by Azriel’s hand as he covered your mouth. 

“Shh, don’t want anybody to hear us now.” He chided, speeding up his movements as you squirmed on his lap. Your hands now clutched at his shirt, knuckles bone white, eyes lidded and hazy. A smirk graced Azriel’s lips at your dazed expression and rosy cheeks. “Are you going to cum for me, Little Star?” 

You nodded and hummed around his fingers as that coil within your belly pulled taut and finally snapped. The bliss was harmonious, filling your whole body with unprecedented adoration for the man in front of you. It seemed as if the stars were falling around you, swallowing you whole–you were shaking in his lap, lips clamped around his fingers as you tried to keep quiet. His eyes never left yours as he pumped his digits inside of you, working you through your orgasm and enjoying every second of your ecstasy as if it were his own. 

“That’s my baby,” he slurred, drunk on you, pulling away as you started wriggling and pushing at his chest from the overstimulation. You were panting, eyes shut, hair mussed and dress wrinkled. When your lids opened and you caught sight of him, Azriel had his fingers in his mouth, sucking up every drop of your release, savoring the taste on his tongue.

A giggle slipped from your lips and his eyes twinkled right before you dragged him into one last kiss. When you parted, Azriel began to smooth down your hair, pushing the strands behind your ears with his rugged hands.

“We should probably get back,” he muttered, yet he made no move to get up. You smirked and rolled your hips, his cock still stiff beneath you. When you leaned in, lips against his ear, you felt the shiver that ran through him.

“I don’t think anybody would miss us if we took some more time to ourselves.” You purred, eyelashes tickling your cheeks as they fluttered. You leaned back, taking note of the growing smile that you revered.

“Hmm, I think you might be onto something, Little Star.” He mused. With that he swung you up into his arms, a squeal leaving your lips as he took you somewhere a bit more private than in the ethereal garden under the stars.

[hayakawalove]

mommy geto?

A/N: I don’t really do requests but I just needed to write this. Writing kinks I don’t even have, although mommy suguru wakes something in me.

CW: Vaginal sex, mommy kink except you call Suguru mommy but he is still male, creampie, gender neutral reader, discussions of gender

W/C: 832

Credit to adornedwithlight for the banner

Suguru knew he was pretty.

It wasn’t a secret by any means.

He knows he looks feminine, with his long luscious locks and soft grin. It’s never bothered him before, no matter how many times he’s been teased for it (usually by a certain white haired man).

He’s comfortable with his sexuality, comfortable with the way he presents himself.

He never went out of his way to appear androgynous, it just sort of happened.

And it has its upsides.

Mainly being the way you react to him.

The longing look in your eyes is not lost on him, nor is the way you linger to gaze at his hair when he’s freshly out of the shower.

And it’s entirely possible he goes out of his way to buy that one conditioner you like, he tells himself he likes it too, and he does - but he’s convinced you like it a bit more.

Suguru is undoubtedly a man, but he doesn’t see any harm in experimenting with the way he presents himself.

You haven’t ever really commented on it, not until now that is.

His hips are starting to ache with the pace he’s set, which is saying something, Suguru has great stamina and he knows it.

Sweat is beginning to form on his forehead, lining his pale skin, demonstrating just how hard he’s working.

He doesn’t mind being on top, doing all the work, in fact he likes how you look beneath him. Always perfect, if not a little helpless.

“So good, so good,” you’re a babbling mess.

Suguru can hardly form out the words you’re mumbling. He thinks it’s cute, though.

Your fingers are digging into his back, the burn of it going straight to Suguru’s cock.

How are you so perfect? He wonders, grinding his hips against yours.

Suguru almost loses himself to the pleasure, but he hears you speak again, so he forces himself to strain his ears.

He leans down closer into you, no doubt practically suffocating you, just so your mouth can be beside his ear.

“M-mommy…”

Wait.

Did he just hear what he thinks he heard?

His lips part, he’s about to ask you to repeat what you said, but you get there first.

“Mommy, h-harder” you wrap your legs around his hips tighter, subconsciously picking up on the fact his pace has faltered.

Suguru’s chest pinches at the sound of your voice, at the word you just spoke.

You had never discussed this before.

Yet Suguru still finds himself interested, his cock stirring at the foreign name.

“What was that, baby?” Suguru murmurs next to you.

You freeze beneath him, shaken from your cock drunk stupor. Suguru can nearly hear your brain rattling, trying to come up with some excuse.

“I um, I didn’t,” you flounder.

Suguru arches a brow, not that you can see it, and grins next to your head. So damn cute, he wants to say.

Suguru wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t tease you just a little bit.

“You want mommy to fuck you harder?” He coos, pressing his lips against your cheek before he pushes himself up to look down at you.

He feels your pussy clench around him, tighter than he thinks he’s ever felt before. Shit, you must’ve really liked that, huh?

Suguru’s realizing he did too, if he wasn’t completely engulfed in you, you would be able to see the way his tip is leaking at the word.

You look up demurely, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. Suguru can see that you’re starting to get nervous, the sight making his heart clench.

He wants to make you feel better. It’s all Suguru’s ever wanted to do.

Your lips part and it looks like you’re trying to form words, but Suguru can’t hear you.

“Come on baby, speak up. Tell mommy what you want.” He keeps his voice low in an attempt to disarm you.

It works, because not even a second later Suguru watches the way your eyes roll back into your head. Your nails start to dig into his back once more, scraping his tender flesh.

“Harder mommy, please please I want,” you groan.

Suguru smiles to himself and starts to slam into you, his own body shivering at the feeling. He can’t take his eyes off you, you look so damn beautiful beneath him. Your moans are filling the room, the sound so perfect Suguru almost thinks you can���t be real.

He can tell you’re close by the way you’re beginning to shake underneath him. He isn’t very far behind you, the momentum of the night completely turning, bringing him to orgasm faster than anything else has before.

“Fuck, fuck!” You’re sobbing, teeth digging in your lip as you finally fall off the edge.

“Shh, shh, mommy’s got you.” He murmurs, fucking you through it.

He holds off long enough for you to finish, before he follows shortly after. He silently tells himself to remember to ask you to call him that again.

[miguelhugger2099]

OMG HIIIII I HAVE A REQUESTTTTT

I LOVE UR STORIES

So imagine Fem reader just going through her closet throwing out old things along with miguel and she finds an old shoebox of hers opens it and its her retired vibrator and pink dildo that she hasn’t used since she started dating Miguel and she’s looking at him awkwardly since she said that she totally threw them away so miguel gets back at her by taking the toys and making her use them

ANYWHO BYYEE THANKKZZZ

Pretty in Pink

me when you appear in my inbox, throw a smut prompt in my face and dip: ∑(; °Д°) i genuinely had fun with this request i made him speak more spanish than usual idk why lol but as always, if you don't like it, i'd be more than happy to make another one <3

Miguel x Reader, Smut, Word Count: 2,777

You stare up into your messy closet; old clothes, old photos and yearbooks and maybe some plastic shopping bags you forgot about were all scattered inside. Hands on your hips, you blink at the cluttered mess while Miguel is behind you and crosses his arms with an unamused look. “You really let it get this bad?” He asks, looking down at you. Miguel had called to say he wanted to see you but you told him it was cleaning day for you and you decided to deep clean. He assured you he still wanted to come over and even help you but when he arrived he wasn’t expecting to see how even the smallest places needed organizing. Life got in the way, you told him. You shrug and let out a deep sigh. “Just help me.” You grunt with a roll of your eyes and go on your tiptoes to reach the top shelf in your closet. There was a big heavy box filled with god-knows-what and you huffed as you slammed it down on your bed. Miguel takes a peek through it while your hands empty out the contents. A two year old angel halloween costume, childhood belongings for sentimental value and a local shopping bag that held your graduation gown. “How do you even still have these?” Miguel scoffs a laugh while he digs through with you, picking up a stack of old movie tickets you used to collect. You snatch the wad of crumbled tickets back with a pout on your face. “They have sentimental value.” Miguel chuckles and teasingly pinches the tip of your nose. “I know but stop being a hoarder. C’mon. Pick what you wanna keep and pick what you don’t. I’ll get a trash bag for the stuff you don’t want.” Miguel then steps out of the room, leaving you alone to set up two piles. You huffed out a big sigh and got to work. Carefully, you picked things one by one to decide if you really needed it.

Some old shirts that didn't fit you were tossed in the don't want pile and the cute headband you thought you lost was placed in the keep pile. Any other things like some old bags or trinkets you grew out of were placed in a different pile on the floor for trash. When the top shelf was fairly cleaned out, Miguel came back with two large black trash bags and began helping you stuff the things away for donation, trash or something along those lines. You then sat on your knees to start on the floor area of the closet, picking out shoes that were too small now and tossing them to Miguel. You reached for a small shoe box in the corner and opened it up to see if any shoes inside were still usable. You didn’t expect to see a matching set of your old baby pink vibrator and hot pink dildo catching dust inside. You gagged on your own spit in surprise, feeling the color drain from your face. You were sure you threw it out. You didn’t need them anymore, not since your first time with Miguel just a little over a year and a half ago. “What’s that?” You hear Miguel peek over you, curious since you stopped handing him things. You slam the shoebox shut. “Nothing!” But he had already seen it. “It’s nothing–haha.” You strained, standing up to open the trash bag Miguel brought to throw it in there but he stops your wrist. With his other hand he takes the box and you screech, trying to take it back. He lifts it open and inside are the familiar toys he’d seen before.

He remembered assuring you that you didn’t need them anymore–not with him around. So he made you promise something to him that day. He made you promise to throw it away after you both had sex; that while you had him, no flimsy toy could ever satisfy you like he could. You kept most of that promise. You really hadn’t picked them up since, you just forgot to actually throw them out. “I thought I told you to trash these.” He glared down at you. You pause reaching for the box, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as you try to excuse yourself. “I-I did—I was!” You stutter and feel yourself get smaller and panic when he cocks an eyebrow up. “I haven’t used them!” “At all?” “At all.” You grip around his forearm, hoping he wouldn’t be pissed you broke your promise. He glances back down into the box, the sight of it pissing him off. “Sit.” And so you sat on your bed, looking up at Miguel. Miguel picks up the small baby pink bullet vibrator in his hand. He turns it around to find the button and playfully clicks through the different settings. The buzz of the bullet makes your face burn, slightly angry and embarrassed how he’s just fucking around. “Okay, I get it! I’m sorry–just throw it out.” You groan and reach for it again but he snaps his head to glare down at you and you freeze. His eyes narrowed. “How’d you like it?” He asks, turning to face you, your eyes meeting his stomach before you look up.

“Huh?” You ask. He presses through the settings again as if guessing. “Did you like it slow?” He clicks to the first vibration. “Or maybe fast?” He hums as he clicks to the fifth vibration. He guesses you like it faster. You’re stumped. You weren’t sure where he was going with this. You don’t think he’s angry but he’s quiet–there’s something about him that’s changing the shift in your conversation. You cross your legs together when you hear the small buzz increasing. “Fast,” You mutter. “Start at one or two then to three or four.” You look away from him playing with your old toys, your heart speeding up at the sight of the two things that gave you pleasure these past few years. Miguel tosses the box on the bed. You yelp when Miguel pushes you down onto the bed, his knee already forcing your legs apart. You gape up at him, open mouthed in shock when the look on his face is more sinister, head full of ideas of what he’s planning to do. It makes you gulp nervously. “How ‘bout I try them out? You let me know if they’re just as good as me, yeah?”

“Huh?” You squeak out and before you know it, Miguel crashes his lips onto yours. Your eyes flutter close and your hands find purchase in his hair, a dance the two of you knew like the back of your hand. His tongue easily slips through to the inside of your mouth, entangling itself with your own tongue. You moan and roll your eyes back, kissing his back with equal fervor. You buck your hips up to grind yourself on his knee, you can already feel yourself getting wet. He helps alleviate that pressure by rubbing his knee to your aching pussy and you sigh in relief. His left hand holds your waist then moves up your body to cup a tit in his hand that makes you moan his name between kisses. Miguel then slides that hand under your shirt, lifting it up to show your bra. His kisses don't relent up, instead pushing your bra up to reveal your breasts to him and freeing them from confinement. He massages your breast in one hand and ghosts his thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden from the soft touch. Miguel moves his hand to tug your pants down and you lift your hips up to help him rip them off. He clicks the button of the vibrator and ever so gently presses it against your clothed cunt, the small wet patch making it easier to feel through the fabric. You jolt from the buzz, gasping and holding onto Miguel’s wrist. He rips your hand off and collects both of them to pin them above your head. Just one hand from him is enough to render you helpless. He then pushes your panties aside to slip the vibrator right on your clit. You choked on a gasp and tried to pry your hands away from him but he wouldn’t lend up. Your hips squirmed around to try and get away from the sudden stimulation. “I bet you missed this feeling, huh? Is it better than my cock?” He hums against your neck. You shake your head, your face burning up with desire. “N-no…” You whined, nothing was as good as Miguel but he tsks under his breath.

“No? But look at you making a mess on it already. I barely even started.” He whispers, leaning up to bite your earlobe and you moan. His voice had gotten deeper, more husky–just how you liked it. He rubs it gently, applying pressure a few times to find the spot that hits your nerves. You moaned his name when he found the exact point and he began circling around your swollen nub. His action made you jump from pleasure, the shock of it hitting your chest and down to your pussy. “Un poco de vibración y ya estás mojadita en mi mano.” He murmurs, clicking the bullet to a faster pace. You writhe and struggle between deciding to close or open your legs. Miguel struggles to keep the small bullet in his hand, the toy being incredibly tiny compared to his large fingers especially when it was wet from your cunt. Growing frustrated, Miguel pulls the vibrator off your clit making you whimper. He lugs your nimble body up and he moves to lay back against the headboard laying you to rest against his chest. You can feel his strained cock behind you but you barely have time to properly register it before he places your familiar hot pink dildo in front of you. “Muestrame cómo lo usaste antes.” He brushes his lips behind your ear. He helps you hold onto the base of it and you weakly look up at him with a lustful and dazed hum. “Miggy…” You whimper.

“Hazlo.” He growls as he places the silicon tip at your weeping entrance. He rubs the girth of it between your folds to lube it up, especially at its tip. He then lets go of your hand to move up to your breast and starts fondling the round flesh in his palm, using his fingers to roll and flick the nub. It sparks pleasure to your stomach and you bite your lip. You take a firm grip around the dildo and slide it inside your folds, your pussy sucking up the toy into its walls slowly. You moan and lean your head on Miguel’s shoulder. He leans down to nibble on your neck, his canines catching your flesh in between them as he suckles gently while playing with your perky tits. Miguel’s left hand holds the baby pink vibrator and he sets it at its lowest setting before placing it over your clit again. You gasp and arch your back off of Miguel’s chest, bucking your hips to meet the vibrator which makes you also shove the dildo further inside your cunt. “Hnngh! Mig–uel!” You mewled, closing your eyes as you submit to ecstasy. Miguel chuckles, kissing your jaw. “Que te pasa? I’m barely doing a thing. That’s all you, mami.” He rubs the toy around your swollen clit while you pump the dildo in and out of you. Your hips thrust in time with your hand with the vibrator slipping and even smearing your juices from around your labia. Miguel turns up the speed of the buzzing and you let out a high-pitched moan. “No–no, please–” You squeal. “Wait–wait…” You pleaded and grabbed his wrist but Miguel didn't budge. “I thought you liked it fast.” He teased.

“‘s..’s too much…” You mutter, slowing down the dildo into soft long strokes, fucking it up into yourself to hit that sweet spot Miguel always hits. Even with a toy, you’re thinking of him. Miguel pulls on your hardened nipple and you cry out, clenching on the dildo. “Too much?” He scoffs. “You’ve taken a lot more, nena. C’mon, make it faster just how you like it, yeah?” He mutters, moving your hand off the silicon to replace it with his. With your hand now free, you reach up and behind you to grab onto Miguel’s locks. Miguel then pumps the dildo deeper inside you causing you to scream and pull on his hair, bucking your hips against the toy. “Miggy, Miggy–!” You whined, looking down at the sight of his hands using the pretty pink set of adult toys filling and playing with your wet pussy. “Oh, fuck…” You groan, thrusting yourself wildly onto the silicon. “More…” He smirks. “There she is.” He groans and clicks the vibrator to a higher setting, the buzz becoming louder as it surrounds your sensitive clit and folds, the dildo pounding into your cunt at a fast yet hard pace. It was like Miguel was fucking you with his cock himself. “Is it better than me, mami? Did you miss stuffing these inside you?” He murmurs against your ear as he continues to thrust it inside you, slipping the vibrator in circles and pressing it against your puffy entrance.

You shake your head while sweat beads down your forehead. “No…” You whined. Miguel doesn’t believe you. “No? Should I stop?” He slowed his hand down and was about to turn off the buzzing bullet when you squealed and grabbed his wrist tightly to stop him. “Don’t stop.” You pleaded, panting since you finally got the chance to regulate your breathing. Miguel tuts in disapproval. “It’s only good when you do it…” You murmured and his smirk grew back on his lips. “Oh yeah?” He kisses your cheek, slowly starting up his pace again, staring at the way your slick glistens against the hot pink color. You relax on his back again, stuttering your hips as they thrust up. “Mhm..” You moan and gasp when he pounds the toy into you, its soft balls slapping against you. In the middle of fucking you with your own toy, Miguel’s hand gets drenched with the overwhelming amount of juices that you leaked out of your wet pussy. He resists the urge to rip the dildo out from you and dive between your legs for a taste. He settles for licking his chapped lips instead and fucks it into you faster. Your body begins sweating profusely, squirming about as you try to reach your high as fast as you could. Miguel presses the vibrator at a faster pace and you screech, your nails digging into his skin. Your face scrunches up in pleasure and your breathing becomes uneven, panting heavy breaths as your mind gets clouded with the goal of cumming.

“Already close, mama? Go ahead.” He urged you further to your release. He watched as he hands made quick work to fuck and please you, bewitched with how perky your nipples got and how your body bounced and grinded on some plastic dick. “Miguel, harder…” You whined, spreading your legs further apart. With a kiss to your neck, he thrusts the dildo into you and clicks the vibrator to its highest setting, shocking your nerves and getting the breath knocked out of you as it makes you see stars. You screech out a high pitched moan, stilling and shaking your legs while your pussy clamps on the toy and drenches it in your cum. Miguel slips it out with a wet shlick and sets the vibrator to a lower setting to ease out your orgasm. With now one hand free, he wraps his arm around you and cups your left breast, giving it a small squeeze before pushing your bra back down over them. He kisses along your neck and jaw, murmuring praises to you. “Así es, hiciste bien…” He whispers as you slowly come out from the haze. You pant softly and twitch when the vibrator buzzes on your now sensitive clit. Miguel turns it off quickly and sets it to the side with the dildo and rubs your inner thighs comfortingly. You hum and lean back against him, catching your breath as your cheeks slowly stop burning as well. “Do you still wanna keep them?” He kisses along your neck, feeling your blood pump through your veins. You gaze over at the box and to the abandoned toys to the side. “Maybe the vibrator. The dildo wasn’t big enough.”

A/N: how r we feeling ? ┗(･ω･;)┛

[riaki]

winner | satoru gojo x reader

"i hate you."

three words that destroyed the very world satoru had spent building with you for the past nine months. his footing gives way beneath his feet and he can feel himself slipping, scrambling for purchase on an icy slope while your cold words bite at him like an icy, bitter wind.

his world is collapsing. it hurts to think, and it hurts to look at you, and the way you're looking at him hurts. like he's chewed gum on the bottom of your shoe, mangled and ugly.

you've always been easy on his eyes. god, it normally never hurts to look at you. the burden of his cursed gaze feels a little lighter when the world around him is brighter and sweeter and softer because of your pretty smile. suguru eats sweets to wash away the taste of cursed spirits, and you're the eye candy that relieves the migraines behind satoru's six eyes.

at least, you were.

the hot summer sun beats down against the cement of the sidewalk; the streets blur and waver with shimmers of heat and the mirages of puddles on the road. the two of you stand to the side, shirt pinched between your fingers as you fan yourself to try to alleviate the heat on your skin, wondering why you decided to go out today.

tokyo is hot during the summer. the value of yen is lower than normal, so tourist season swings about like a tsunami, flooding the streets with families and travelers who explore on the trail of their wanderlust. shibuya is crowded and there are foreign footprints all over akihabara. the cute shop awning you're standing under reminds you of a beach umbrella, but the image of hot white sand and pristine crystal waters only makes you feel dizzier with the heat.

satoru is used to the summer heat, and the complaining that comes with it. it doesn't help that lately, it's all that suguru ever talks about. he's starting to think he should've bought a popsicle for his best friend, too.

but then you speak again, and he's immediately snapped back into reality like a slap to the face; your voice drips with venom, normally so sweet but there's poison in your veins, polluting your heart.

"i can't believe you won. of all people." you complained.

satoru gets under your skin like no other.

satoru looks down at his popsicle; a baby blue, soda-flavored. everything seems to come with a soda flavor. icy sweetness melts away, dripping down the wooden stick and sliding over his fingers, blue against his skin like veins of sugar. he rubs his forehead, scowling and squinting. the heat is giving him a headache; the popsicle helped, but your angry glares make him want to hide in the freezer box you both picked your lucky desserts from.

his popsticle stick has one word etched into it; when he looks over at yours, it's just smooth, tanned wood. no marks.

'winner'. that's what it says on satoru's popsicle stick. suddenly, the syrup feels as sweet as strawberry jam in his mouth and the sour look on your face makes it all the better. an unabashed, unbridled grin spreads across his lips stained blue, shit-eating and awful and it only makes you despise your boyfriend more.

so that’s what you’re so pissed at him for. he looks like the cheshire cat with white fur and shades. suddenly, his world is right as rain again and everything is brighter when you look at him like you want to rip his guts out and cook them on the burning hot sidewalk. ah, true love.

he opens his mouth to speak, swiping his soda-stained tongue over his lips, reveling in the way your jaw clenches in irritation as your ice pop melts in your hands under the searing summer heat.

“well, guess we know who’s side the gods are on today—”

“shut up.”

satoru just grins, leaning in and pushing the hair away from your face to press a quick, syrup-flavored smooch to your forehead. the heat clings to your skin, but the little imprint of his lips on your skin leave a cool, tingling feeling that has you smiling, even though you hate that he won and you didn’t.

satoru gets under your skin like no other, and finds his way to your heart.

my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and / or plagiarize !

[dokries]

Hello! Lovesick soonyoung anon here again!🤗 I would absolutely take you up on your offer to write more for him! I don’t have any ideas myself sadly as I feel like you’ve covered all the bases with “home,” so all I can ask is: go nuts!!! Hit me with all the wholesome rays you can!💕🫶

10:10pm

pairing: kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, married au, a lil comfort if you squint

word count: 448

warnings: mentions of cooking/food, a knife (cause. cooking.), soonyoung gets in trouble, petname (babe), latte gets blamed for something she didn’t do

author note: hi anon!! you’re so sweet omg 🥹 yeah, i did cover a lot with home but…not cooking! well, it was supposed to be just a cute lil cooking fic but…anyway, i hope it lives up to your expectations 😭 lots of love <3 also i couldn’t think of a title so timestamp it is :D (well kinda, i like to keep my formatting lol)

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“am i allowed to—”

your husband barely starts before you cut him off, and the tunic of the onion in your hands. “no.”

he pouts, and mutters about how you’re being unfair under his breath until you sigh, looking up from the cutting board in front of you. “kwon soonyoung, we both know you’re not to be trusted around fire.”

you put your knife down to look over at the pot of ramyeon that’s slowly coming to a boil, and nod, satisfied with its progress. it’s your turn to make dinner, as usual, because you can’t trust soonyoung around the kitchen–one way or another, he’ll end up burning the place down, and you really don’t want that to happen.

meanwhile, your husband tries to defend himself, protesting, “hey, i only preheated the kettle one time!”

“if it happened once, it can happen again,” you casually say with a shrug, and he sighs, giving up.

soonyoung moves to grab a drink of water behind you, and looks at you from the side of his eye. “would you at least let me wash the dishes? i feel bad for making you do all the work, so i wanna help in any way i can.”

you coo, turning and reaching over to pinch his cheek. “oh, my soonie’s all grown up now!”

“yup, i am!” he giggles and smiles proudly before biting his lip. “babe, i promise i won’t flood the kitchen again.”

“what?” you pause, and your husband freezes, knowing you’re about to unleash hell on him…right, he didn’t tell you he did it, and instead blamed it on his dog, who’s over at his sister’s for the weekend.

your eye twitches as you try to speak calmly–keyword being try (soonyoung can hear the thinly veiled amusement behind your voice though, so he knows you’re not too mad). “kwon soonyoung, are you kidding me? was this the reason i found weird stains on our old carpet? i thought you said latte did that by accident!”

soonyoung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before pouting. “wait, so latte gets a pass but i don’t?”

you nod, looking at him as if it should be obvious. “well, duh. that’s my baby.”

“she’s our baby, not just yours!” soonyoung gasps, putting a hand to his mouth.

you raise an eyebrow before sighing, reaching out to grab your husband’s hand. “tell me next time, okay? i will be a little mad but at least we can solve whatever problem there is together, right?”

“i’m here for you. always.” you whisper, placing a kiss on his forehead, and he smiles softly before repeating your words back to you.

“i’m always here for you too.”

[louloulemons-posts]

Haircuts and Water Fights

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : You’ve always had long hair, how will your boyfriend, Eddie, react when you cut it off?

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings : Fluffy, many swears, it gets a bit saucy but no smut, just Eddie and reader being cute, talks of cutting Eddies hair (love his curls lmao)

Authors Note : Purely just rambles and fluffy stuff cause I had a haircut 🤍

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You’d always been someone with hair on the longer side, it had never been cut above your lower back. You decided you wanted a change, a big change. You had graduated highschool and decided you wanted to do it.

Walking out of the hair salon you couldn’t help smiling, your hair was now resting above your shoulders, cut in a similar style to Robins.

Speaking of Robin you decided to go and pay her and Steve a visit. Pushing the door open to FamilyVideo, you waved over to Robin. Her jaw dropped, “Holy shit! It looks great!” she almost shouted.

“Thanks Robs,” you smiled. She came over and played with the short strands slightly, “It really suits you. Dingus come look!” she called to Steve who was in the back.

“Wha- Woah,” he stopped, putting a box of tapes on the counter. “Now I wasn’t expecting that, you’ve had Rapunzel hair forever.”

“Thought it was time for a change,” you shrugged.

“Has Lover boy seen it?” Robin asked.

“He’s working today, I’m seeing him tomorrow. He doesn’t know either.”

“Well if he has an issue, I’ll hurt him. You look great,” Steve smiled, ruffling your new cut.

“Thank you, now do either of you want lunch?” she asked the pair, who nodded eagerly. “Write it down and I’ll go to the dinner and get it.”

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You had worked at the diner for a few years now, originally as a summer job, but now the shifts had picked up. It wasn’t too busy, as you wondered through. “Hi how can I help- Wow!” Your coworker Millie said. Chuckling slightly, “Good wow?”

“Yes! It looks great.”

“Thanks Mills. Do you think you could put me an order through?” you asked, handing her the piece of paper. “Sure, you sit tight.”

“Can I hear my favourite girl?” Andy the owner of the diner asked, coming to the front. “Hey Andy,” you smiled.

“My oh my look at you! Honey you look stunning!” he said, pinching your cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You got an order for me?” he asked.

“Just sent it to Millie.”

“I’ll get on it then, you staying?”

“Not today, Im going to eat with my friends at Family Video.”

“Sure thing.” You got comfy on a stool and waited for the food. Millie slid you a glass of lemonade, “Thanks Mills, how much do I owe?”

“$12.60”

“That’s way too cheap!”

“Employee discount,” she shrugged, winking at you.

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“Right I am going to leave you two to do your job,” You said, jumping off the counter, throwing your stuff in the trash. “Thank you for the lunch.”

“No worries, I’ll see you around. Robs I’ll call you later.”

“Course, I’ll speak to you then.”

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Parking up next to Eddie, you saw him washing the van. You couldn’t help but pause and watch him, topless, hair pulled in a bun, tattoos on show, decorated in chains.

“Hey pretty boy,” you called him. He turned smiling, “Hey gorgeous.” He stilled for a second, taking you in, noticing your hair hanging by your shoulders.

“Holy shit.” Dropping the soapy sponge into the water filled bucket, he wiped his hands off. Jogging over, he held your face in his hands. Playing with the shorter strands, he was in awe.

He brown eyes never leaving you, “You look so fucking pretty baby,” he smiled. “So beautiful.” “Thanks Eds,” you said, cheeks becoming rosy. Feeling shy under his gaze, you tried to hide from it.

“Let me look at you, please,” he said, almost begging, “Please just let me look at my beautiful girl.” He kissed your mouth gently.

You couldn’t help giggling at him, your stomach fluttering.

“Eds.” He hummed, kissing your nose, then your cheeks, then your forehead. “So fucking beautiful baby.”

“It’s just a haircut.”

“And? Who said it was the haircut, I’m talking about you. Not just your face or your body, but your soul, your heart. So beautiful. So perfect.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop it.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head, and pulling you into his arms. Wrapping your own around his waist, resting your head on his bare chest, you listened to his heartbeat.

“I love you Eddie.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.”

“Want help washing the van?” you asked, looking up and meeting his chocolate eyes.

“Sure babe, I’ll go grab another sponge for you.”

Heading inside the trailer, you wandered over to the van, waiting for him to return. You tied up as much hair as you could, but most of it fell back down again. Leaving it in a half up half down bun thing, you didn’t really know.

“Here you go Sweetheart.” Eddie appeared again, handing you the sponge and kissing your mouth once more. “Looks cute like that,” he nodded to your hair. “Not sure what to do with it now, forgot about it when I woke up and freaked slightly.”

“It can’t be worse than my mane of hair, you’ll figure it out. Besides hair grows back,” he shrugged. You began washing the side of the van, up to where you could reach.

“Think I should cut mine?”he asked.

“No!” you almost shouted.

“No?”

“Love your curls, don’t get rid of them. They’re so pretty.”

“Fine, fine I won’t.” You smiled at him.

You didn’t notice Eddie wander around the other side of the van. Bopping your head along to the Metallica song playing in his van, you wet your sponge again.

Soon feeling your whole head get wet. Squealing you looked up, “Eddie!” you shouted as he cackled, hose in hand. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t resist.” He continued laughing.

Running towards him you squeezed the water out of the sponge above his head. He let out his own shout. “You little shit!” he laughed, as you ran away.

“You started it!” Eddie sprayed the hose in your direction again, wetting your t-shirt and shorts, making you scream again. Running back to the water, you dipped the sponge again.

“Don’t you dare!” he warned. Giggling, you ran back in his direction, smacking the sponge into his chest. “Baby!” he became distracted, picking up the wet object. Grabbing the hose from him he paused, “Shit.”

“You’re in for it now Munson!” Turning the water pressure to the max you soaked the boy.

“Come here you little terror!” he shouted running towards you, fighting to get the hose out of your hand.

“No, you started it!” you laughed.

“And I’ll finish it!” he countered. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and lifted your feet off the ground. “Put me down!” you screamed.

“No! Never! I’ve got you now babe.”

Eddie pried the hose from your hand and turned it off. “You’re a little shit!” he cackled.

“Says you,” still wiggling in his grip. Throwing you over his shoulder he took you inside the trailer.

“Eddie!” you hit his back lightly, “Put me down!”

“As you wish,” he said, throwing you into his bed, making you bounce slightly. Crawling over you, he grinned at your smiling face.

Leaning down your lips met one anothers, pulling him closer by his soggy curls, you moaned as he kissed you deeper. He detached one of your hands from them and linked his fingers with your own, grinding down on your slightly.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. He made the same movement, deeper this time, making your legs fall apart. He lay between them, bare chest resting on your clothed one. “So fucking beautiful,” he said as he pulled away, playing with your short locks once more.

“What time is Wayne getting home?” you asked, slightly breathless. “He said 5:30 why?”

Flipping him over, you sat on his hips. “Because,” you started, leaning down and ghosting your lips over his.

Pulling back, he chased your kiss. “Because?” he whined. You pecked his lips, and jumped off. “We have a van to clean and I don’t think he’ll appreciate the mess,” you said, walking out of his room. Leaving him on the bed.

“You’re a little shit!” he shouted after you.

“It’s what you get for spraying me with the hose Munson.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[awill2live]

I’ll miss you ★ Onya

y/n getting some cya soon DIYUUK!

short fic + nsfw

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your feet padded quickly across the soft carpet floor of your bedroom, plopping on your bed as you eagerly tore open the package. Inside, nestled amongst layers of crisp tissue paper, folded in a plastic bag lay your new gray dress, simple but cute. the fabric felt cool and soft against your fingertips as you held it up, admiring the stretch and softness.

It was perfect for the upcoming beach weekend you and your friends had planned for a while. you were already picturing how to style it: with your favorite sandals, a bag, and sunglasses. sliding off the bed to try it on you pull off your tank top and shorts. slipping the dress over your head, letting the fabric glide over your body.

as the dress fell into place, it hugged your curves just right. you stood in front of the mirror, taking off your bonnet you run your fingers through your hair, posing slightly.

It was the perfect match for the dress. you snap a pic of yourself, sending it to your group chat. your phone chimed fast sasha and mikasa replying. you swipe up to read it, texting back before sitting your phone back on the dresser.

you continue checking out the dress in the mirror, now wondering if you should post while your out. mid thought you hear ony coming in from the front door. what time is it? you tap reach to tap your phone leaning against the dresser 2:16? was he done with his drops already?

you were kinda glad he came home early, able to show off your new dress to him right away. you shimmed your hips pinching the dress to stretch out leftover wrinkles, running your hands down your waist smoothing out any bumps as you heard the door open.

“baby?” ony called, the front door swinging shut behind him, shoes padding down the hallway and the bedroom door creaked open.

“hey ma” ony said with a smile, his eyes immediately drawn to your reflection. “It finally came in?”

“mhm” you hummed, still checking yourself out in the mirror. your eyes followed as you watched a pair of hands appear in the mirror, sliding around your waist from behind. ony stepped closer, his nose nuzzling into your neck, breathing in the body butter you had applied earlier.

“you look good, y/n” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

you leaned back into ony’s embrace, a sly smile playing on your lips feeling his body press against you. you knew exactly what was happening and was all for it. turning around, eyes meeting his own.

“thank you, baby.” you cooed, hands sliding over ony’s arms and up to his shoulders.

“you wanna help me take it off?”

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“hngh—shittuuuh”

you let out a sob dropping your head on your pillows. ony grips your waist tight and holds you in place, setting a fast, ony speaks to you, but you can't make out words, too gone on the dick that's filling you up. you moan at the pressure of it, at the feel of heavy balls slapping against your pussy.

biting your lip you hear ony’s low curses, a shiver running down your spine as he wraps a hand around your neck, trapping you beneath him. the bed creaking softly as he put his weight onto you.

"m’gonna miss you," ony groaned, feeling the knot in his stomach, he loved fucking you like this. he loved smacking your ass and watching your juices flow right down his dick and mess up his pelvis, the way your eyes would roll back in your head and your plump lips would part ever so slightly.

“you gonna miss me ma?” ony asks, kissing down your neck. you nod, moaning out a "y-yesss" as he continues slamming into you. feeling every inch of him as he hits your sweet spot over and over again.

your body is on fire, clit sensitive, muscles tense and nerves sparking with pleasure. you arch your back, pressing your ass up to meet his hips, wanting more, deeper, harder.

“good” ony moaned pulling your head back, lips immediately on yours in a sloppy kiss.

“so close..ony” that was your last warning before cumming, juices rushing down your thighs, that was your last warning before cumming.

"nut on your dick, ma" ony groaned deeply in your ear, the hand on your throat giving one last squeeze before he came, he stays in you feeding your pussy with every drop of cum he’s got.

"you gonna have a good time?” he asks pulling out , already knowing the answer.

“mhm” you nod looking back at him, swaying your hips back and forth, gliding your fingers over your still throbbing folds. you let out a soft moan at the sensation, wanting more of him. ony watches you, his eyes dark and hungry again. you slap at your cunt cum coated fingers move up and down, spreading the puffy folds.

"wanna go again?" you say softly, a giddy smile plastered on your face.

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˗ˏˋ⭒ kisses with shotaro!⭒´ˎ˗

wc: 0.98k+ | genre ? fluff, cw ? none!

types of kisses series [1/7] - routine kisses, gentle makeouts, lazy mornings

shotaro x gn! reader

⋆ note: new series!! excited for this one

you feel his hair tickling your face before you're even awake enough to open your eyes. the smell of his shampoo wraps around you like a blanket, and you hum with contentment as you snuggle further into the sheets. his heavy arm is draped across your middle, lithe fingers softly playing with the hem of your shirt, your head tucked into the crook of his neck to hide away from the sun shining through the blinds.

“baby? you awake yet?” a voice speaks just above a whisper, still coated with a layer of sleep, and you can already feel the hint of a smile creep onto your lips at the sound.

“no. ‘m still asleep,” you murmur back, wanting to savor this moment for as long as you possibly can. you feel shotaro’s chest vibrate with quiet laughter at your antics, his fingers splaying out against your back to hold you impossibly closer to him.

“okay. then i’m still asleep too,” he replies, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head. you bite your lip to repress the giant smile that’s slithered onto your lips, shaking your head a bit in response.

“actually, i am awake. i haven’t given you your kiss yet.”

at the sound of your words, shotaro pulls back with an exaggerated humph. as you open your eyes to meet his, those sparkingly brown ones are already on you, watching as you move away from his chest to sit up. you rub your eyes with your fist, giggling when he wraps you up in his arms to pull you back on top of him, chest to chest now.

“was waiting for you to wake up. you know i can’t start my day without a kiss,” he speaks with a little smile; one that bunches up his eyes in the corners in that way that you love. you lean down to kiss his cheek a few times before cupping the side of his face.

“what time is it?” you ask, and a sheepish look falls onto shotaro’s face at the question, his nose scrunching up cutely.

“almost 11…” he admits quietly. 

you let out a tiny gasp, lightly swatting his chest. “taro! you have to go to work!” 

shotaro pouts at your response, shaking his head against the pillow as he gazes up at you.

“i need my kiss first.”

you can’t help but melt at the pleading eyes he sends you, and you reach up to brush some of his messy hair away from his face. his perfect, perfect face. every day, you wonder how you were so lucky to be loved by such an amazing person. 

“why didn’t you just wake me up? you big baby,” you mumble, pinching his cheek. he sticks his tongue out at you and you do the same to him. 

“didn’t want to,” shotaro speaks after a moment. “you looked too pretty.”

“am i still pretty now that i’m awake?” you exaggeratedly bat your eyelashes at him, effectively earning another laugh from his lips.

“you’re pretty no matter what. my pretty baby,” and his voice drips with such unexpected sincerity, your stomach swarms with butterflies. “c’mere.”

finally, he reaches up to trail his fingers against the sensitive skin of your neck before gently tugging you down to meet his lips. 

shotaro’s lips are warm and plush against yours, and you feel your heart clench in all the right ways as he kisses you. every kiss always feels like the first, your head beginning to grow foggy as you soak him in. his thumb faintly strokes the back of your neck and he tilts his head a bit to press closer to you—like your body being on top of his was simply not enough. 

your mind spins and twirls with adoration when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking permission for your lips to part. he cradles you as if you are a piece of fine china, his hand leaving your neck to find your waist, holding you against him. you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt and he sighs into your mouth, his limbs growing lax when you reach to rest your palm against his chest.

you knew that if you kept going at this rate, shotaro would never leave your side, so with a few tiny kisses to the corner of his mouth, you slowly pull away from him. 

“noooo!” shotaro whines dramatically, sprawling out on the sheets like a starfish. “this isn’t fair.”

“life isn’t fair, babe,” you giggle, leaning down to kiss him on the nose. “you have to go now.”

“don’t wanna…” shotaro huffs, trying to tug you back toward his lips. you smile as you give him another tiny kiss before rolling to the other side of the bed. shotaro is quick to follow you, but you stop him with a soft push to his chest.

“if you don’t go, then how are you gonna get your after-work kiss, hm?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. shotaro scrunches up his nose at you before deflating.

“you’re right,” he sighs. “one more kiss? for motivation?”

rolling your eyes fondly, you grab his chin and give him one long, sweet kiss. when you break away, there’s a goofy grin on his face that puts the sun to shame. 

shotaro reaches up to brush his thumb over your cheek fondly. “see you this evening, baby. i’ll call you during my break, okay?” 

“okay. i love you,” you yawn, snuggling into the sheets again.

“i love you,” he says back, but makes no move to leave once he sees you falling asleep again. “now i really don’t want to go.”

“taro, go!” you swat at him blindly through your laughter, trying to push him out of the bed.

“fine, fine! i love you! you’re so beautiful! i’ll miss you! and you better answer my call or i’m coming home early! i love yo-”

“taro!”

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love languages: hong jisoo

hong jisoo × gn reader fluff, headcanon warnings: mentions of food, soft shua word count: 463 author's notes: i think it's kind of unfair that there's only one joshua in this world.

words of affirmation:–

in times of trouble, hong jisoo becomes your personal hypeman. he's always quick to notice any changes in your behaviour. when you seem unusually quiet and disturbed, he's by your side in a moment, asking you what the matter is and how he can help. no matter what the trouble is, he makes sure you know how much he loves you, and that he's always by your side to assist you, or to let out all your frustrations to. he uses his whole vocabulary of endearments for you, if that's what's needed for him to have you feel better.

"things just feel so wrong to me right now. the work i am doing, the assignments i'm completing, the food i'm trying to cook... none of it is going well." "you know, baby, sometimes, things don't go the way we want it to. but that's okay. because we can figure it out together."

acts of service:–

for jisoo, actions speak louder than words. when he feels he cant express his emotions through words, when speech fails him, he acts according to them. he makes breakfast in the morning if you went to sleep late last night; he charges your phone if it's dead; packs you extra heat packs when he expects it to get cold later; pre-booking a book of your favourite author. for a man with 999+ unread messages, he responds to yours instantly. if that isn't true love, then i don't know what is.

"shua, what are you..." the question is left hanging as you walk to the dining table and see jisoo standing there, arranging the bowls of cereal. "you were sleeping, so i decided to make breakfast this morning."

physical touch:–

just like actions, jisoo loves to express his love through touch, more so when he's drunk. he's almost always holding you somehow; either he's holding your hands, or your waist. he gives you little head pats when he's feeling especially enamoured by you, little nose boops when you're too cute for him to bear, or little pinches on your cheeks when he's feeling goofy. when he's drunk, he becomes extremely clingy (i've been seeing so many in-the-soop-drunk-shua vids), leaning onto you, or running to pull you into a bear hug, cuddling you as he tries to sleep. but when the mood is a bit more serious, he pats your back to calm you, or caresses your face in his hands when you're wallowing in self-doubt. hong jisoo is just someone who'd rather show his love, than speak of it.

"ynnn...," shua slithers towards your side of the bed, where you're scrolling though the phone. "i love you," he says with a cheeky grin. "i love you too, shua." "really?" he says and cuddles into you. "really."

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Good Morning my love, I hope you're feeling better <3 if you're could you please write readers dad's best friend Patrick X submissive reader who does what she's told until it comes to Patrick that one day she's home alone and her dad has gone out to work while Patrick and the reader is all alone in the house, making Patrick a coffee he stands behind her and whispers dirty things in her ear making heat creep up her neck💗I love you ma'am, thank you for being you!💗

— PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

— A/N: My dear, thank you so much for your kind words and your request! I hope you like it! I really couldn't help it! 🖤

— LINKS: [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST] 

God, you shouldn't have stayed alone with him, you knew you shouldn't, but you stayed, feeling yourself burning like a match just by looking at him.

With his natural haughty smile, Bateman asked you for coffee, and a good girl like you couldn't refuse his offer. He caught you in the kitchen just as you were about to ask him if he wanted some low-calorie cream.

"What is it, baby girl?" His velvety voice flowed through your body like a hot chocolate you drank a few hours ago.

"Mr. B-Bateman, I was just about to ask you if you wanted me to -" You gasped as he pushed you a little harder against the counter, the big bulge in his pants brushing teasingly against your hips, making you lose your ability to think, to speak, to breathe.

"C'mon, honey," he purred directly into your ear, tickling your sensitive skin with his hot breath. "Don't be shy."

Panting audibly, you turned around to face him and almost immediately regretted it - his brown eyes were so mesmerizing that your mind was about to collapse. "Would you like me to put some cream in your coffee, sir?"

Patrick chuckled before tracing his long finger across your cheek, but you recoiled as if he had given you an electric shock. "Cream would be nice."

Fuck, the way he said that sounded so nasty and sinful that your legs were about to give way while your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. Bateman couldn't take his eyes off your embarrassingly cute face, his digit now roaming over your clavicle, before he finally reached your shaped breasts.

"Mmm, I didn't know girls as innocent as you didn't wear bras." He mused, pinching one of your nipples, causing your whole body to shake.

"S-stop," you closed your eyes and tried to pull his hand away, but he only pressed you harder against the counter behind you. "Mr. Bateman, mhmm!"

A quick move and his warm, pouty lips were on yours, kissing them hungrily, while his large palms were busy caressing your juicy tits. Fuck, no one had ever touched you like this before, so when Patrick slid his hand under your t-shirt, a loud moan broke out from your lips and he used that moment to shove his tongue into your mouth.

"Mmm, I can't believe your father was hiding you from me for so long," Bateman murmured as he nuzzled your neck, shamelessly groping your hips and making you almost go limp in his strong arms. "Now be a good girl and show me where your room is. Daddy wants to play with you, little one."