#k thots

[bby666k]

i feel like a lot of girls want to be a specific kind of girl that fits a specific aesthetic and are afraid to be multidimensional because we tend to forget that we’re people and we’re not single faceted like media portrays us as. you can wear all black and listen to gloomy music and read in cemeteries and still be bubbly and loud and friendly and happy. you can wear all pink and frilly mini skirts and knee socks and like makeup and fashion and still play videogames and be a football fan and slouch in your chair and be gross and unhygienic sometimes. you don’t have to be mysterious or gentle or mean or sweet or insane or put together, you can just be you and be EVERY part of you, including the parts that seem to contradict the aesthetic you want to fit. you’re allowed to be more than one thing, because you’re a person, you’re not a character.

[littlelioncub43]

Reader is a super powerful assassin/fighter/avenger/super hero but doesn't say anything smart but only says really realistic things that regular people would say. No sassy one liners, smart ass remarks, or jaded comments— pure normie.

*is getting shot at*

"AAAAAAAH!"

*saves teammate(s)*

"HOLY SHIT, ARE YOU OK?!"

*plan that they thought of barely works*

"OH MY GOD THAT WAS TOO CLOSE HOLY SHIT!"

*gets told the plan and teammates are walking away to execute it*

"Wait, what do I do?"

[bby666k]

i write a lot of stories with themes of sexual assault, which i know is something that a lot of people have a major problem with; portraying SA in movies or stories because it’s “unnecessary”. SA is something that i’ve personally experienced, so it feels cathartic for me to express my feelings through characters that are not real. the usual argument for it is that you are automatically romanticizing sexual assault by writing about it and it’s triggering to SA survivors, so it’s wrong to write it.

i find it interesting that (unless in extreme chronic online cases) people have no problem with topics like violence, murder, drugs, alcohol, cheating, etc. which are all topics that could easily be triggering to the right people, but the line is always drawn at something that we as a society feel very uncomfortable mentioning or talking about. topics like sexual assault, suicide, abuse, and self harm are ridiculed because they can be triggering, completely disregarding the fact that literally anything can be triggering from someone throwing up on screen, a cheese burger, a kitchen knife, a dark alley way, anything. just because something upsets you, that doesn’t give you the right to call the writers immoral and “romanticizing” something by simply talking about it and not acting like it doesn’t exist.

art is often supposed to make you feel uncomfortable. you don’t get to decide where to draw the line just because you don’t like watching something that you chose to watch.

I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.

[bimboprincess111]

me n who ??

[secretfreakyblog]

what if I get high and then we have sex but everytime I moan I have to hit my weed vape jkjk unlesss?

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

⋰ ⋱✮ minors dni — suggestive ✮ ⋰ ⋱

♡ notes; been thinking about davids clark since the trailer — movie not out until july be damned, i had to write something

⋰ ⋱✮

Clark Kent is easily amused, throwing on a little red lace was more than enough to get a blushed reaction out of him, happily crawling into his lap as soon as his laptop was out of the way.

Superman is harder to read, harder to get ahold of. the second he was in the suit he gained a determination even the passionate, mild-mannered journalist couldn’t grasp.

Of course it didn’t usually make much difference to you, only really seeing the superhero side of him on a screen or in the paper the next day, but it was intriguing. call it curiosity, fantasy, greed even — you couldn’t help but wonder if that side of the man you cared so deeply for was doing more than just protecting you. what if he was holding something back?

you worked up the courage to say something about it when the familiar headline came across the tv; Superman saves! he looked as charming as ever, smiling and waving at the crowd of cameras and heads surrounding him. he was looking right at the camera intentionally, like he was looking right at you.

the blue and red covering him accompanied by the still somehow well-kept hair looked better every time you saw it. the reporters lucky enough to be there were going on and on about how incredible it was but truthfully it was hard to pay attention. the lack of breathlessness, the way he played it off as not a big deal like he didn’t just save the city again, the size of him towering over everyone else, all of it had you completely dazed.

you were all over him as soon as he stepped through the door, standing up on your toes to reach him for a kiss.

“hello to you, too.” a big hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you away from your impromptu attack on his own, tilting his head at you when you frowned in protest.

“I’m all sweaty and gross, let me take my suit off first, alright? then you can kiss me as much as you want. promise.” he punctuated his words with a kiss on your head, unnecessarily picking you up for just a second to move you out of the way before you tugged his wrist to stop him.

“wait, I actually- kinda wanted to talk to you about that.” you let go of his wrist as quickly as you’d grabbed it, anxiously clasping your hands together as he turned back towards you.

“about..?”

“that.” you pointed to his suit like it was obvious, nervously looking up at him.

“my suit? what about it?” you nodded, collecting the words in your head that seemed much more rational when he wasn’t standing over you.

“i think you should keep it on.” he didn’t seem to quite understand what you were getting at, large hand moving over his face in thought as you searched for a way to say it without flat out begging him to keep the suit on and bend you over.

“keep it on.. for you? like, here?” he looked around your shared apartment, eyes wandering over the living room like he was looking for clues until he got back to you, dancing around your words.

“just for a second? you’re always so.. i dunno, different, when you have it on.” you were speaking to him like you’d just gotten together this morning, your eyes stuck on the way the fabric shaped his arms.

“yeah, that’s sorta the point, honey. that’s just to protect my identity, to protect you.” he crossed his arms when he noticed the direction of your pointed gaze, daring you to say just what you meant.

“i know, but don’t you think that’s still you? like that’s just some deeper part of you?” it was glaringly obvious that you really just wanted him to throw you around a little bit — rough you up for the sake of your own filthy desires, but he wanted to give you time to rethink it, and just as bad, he wanted to hear you say it.

“what are you asking?” he stepped closer to you, boots not yet discarded by the door creaking the hard wood floor under them.

“i want to see it. to feel it- that part of you, i mean. i just.. don’t want you to feel like you have to hold anything back from me, clark.”

“sweetheart. that’s real nice but-“ he was trying to avoid the obvious; he didn’t want to really hurt you. it was hard enough avoiding deep bruises from his hard to manage strength just being clark, letting go completely seems almost irrational.

“you’re a lot stronger than me, i know. i can handle it. let me show you, please?” you took his steady hand, your own shakier than you’d like to admit — but you weren’t scared. you’d thought about it for so long it just excited you, clark was always so gentle and sweet with you — and you loved it! but he’d also do just about anything you set your pretty little mind on, and this was no exception.

“that’s really what you want?” he was just about as close as he could get now, listening intently to your heartbeat speeding up as his hands closed around your waist.

“please.”

[svtiddiess]

Hi! May I request smut prompts 129 + 133 with S.Coups? 🙂‍↕️

"Your Breasts Are Cold. Can I Warm Them With My Hands?" + "Don't You Like Being All Marked By Me? Look At You, Everyone Will Know You're Mine."

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive, non-idol! au, established relationship, drabble

Rating: suggestive/mature

Word count: 0.3k

"Baby~" Seungcheol whines, his voice dripping with playful desperation for what feels like the hundredth time.

The two of you have been curled up in bed, with Seungcheol nestled as the little spoon, when he suddenly declares that you're cold and insists he needs to warm you up.

"Cheollie, I'm not cold," you sigh, though the warmth of his body pressed tightly against yours makes it clear you are anything but.

He pouts, his eyes wide and pleading. "But your breasts are cold. Can I warm them up with my hands?"

You shoot him a deadpan look, already seeing through his little game.

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeease?" he drags out the word, his voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness.

You exhale deeply, knowing there's no winning this argument.

"Fine, but stop staring at me with those sad puppy eyes."

A triumphant grin spreads across his face as he eagerly pushes up your (or rather, his) shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your body shivers slightly at the sudden contact, but Seungcheol doesn’t waste a second; his hands immediately find their way to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and drawing a soft whimper from your lips.

"You know what would warm you up even faster?" he purrs, his voice low and teasing. "If I marked you with my teeth." Before you can respond, he leans in, leaving a trail of love bites across your sensitive skin.

A mix of pain and pleasure courses through you, pulling gasps and whimpers from your lips. His hands continue to massage your breasts as his mouth works to leave his mark, and you can feel your body heating up, your panties growing damp from the overwhelming sensations.

"Don’t you like being all marked by me?" he growls against your skin, his voice possessive. "Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine."

You moan his name as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts, his smirk evident even as he looks up at you.

"Don’t think I’m done with you, baby," he says, his tone dripping with promise. "I’m going to mark you everywhere."

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[eddiesghxst]

thinking about the way eddie coos when he sinks his cock into you for what feels like the millionth time in one night just to hear how wet you are, you’re whining in embarrassment bc you can hear the loud squelching noises of arousal and air pushing its way out of you but eddie just pushes your thighs out wider and hums, “hear that, baby? listen to your sweet little pussy talking to me— fuck�� give me one more, come on.”

[junkissed]

member — woozi x f reader genre — fluffy comfort smut word count — 0.4k synopsis — soft sleepy bedtime sex with jihoon warnings — descriptions of female anatomy notes — based on this pic of woozi bc i thought @onlymingyus could use something nice. i whipped this up on my phone super fast so pls forgive the formatting sorry it's short

imagine soft sleepy sex with woozi: it's late at night, almost totally dark with just a soft lamp on in the background. he's laying on the bed looking up at you as you straddle him, his gaze lazily following your movements as you slowly roll your hips back and forth. it's quiet, the pale moonlight filtering in through the cracks in the window blinds and the only sounds the hushed gasps and soft moans as his cock kisses your walls with each circle of your hips.

the room is cold enough to keep the covers pulled up around your hips as you sit atop him, completely covering his bottom half with the big white comforter without getting overheated. you're wearing one of his big cozy t-shirts, and he slides one hand up your shirt to play with your boobs while his other hand is in your mouth letting you suck on his fingers. he loves to praise you like this, telling you how good you're riding him and how sexy you look in this lighting right before bed, how soft your tits are and how wet your pussy is around him, doing all the work and letting him just sit there. he loves the way your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking him in the same way your pussy sucks him in, so warm and wet and wonderful.

and then when both of you can't take it anymore he grips your waist and rolls you over onto your side so he can rut into you from behind, slow and lazy and smooth while he kisses your shoulder and nibbles at your earlobe. his hands are draped over your body, one hand resting on your stomach so he can feel the motion of each thrust as he enters you. his warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he whispers more praise into your ear, how perfect you are for him just the way you are. 

and then you feel his body tense and he lets out a soft groan under his breath and he cums inside you and you feel your whole body flood with warmth inside and out. and then after a few soft seconds he leans behind him to shut off the lamp with a satisfied sigh, and he wraps his arms around your body again and snuggles into you, spooning until you both fall asleep. 

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[bby666k]

i’ve come to the conclusion that movies made w women as the target audience usually just don’t do well regardless of how good they are. i’m so sick of watching a movie that was fucking bomb as hell but bc it has a “feminine” demographic all the film bros trash the reviews. barbie is genuinely the only exception i’ve seen so far and it sucks

[belledr3am]

showerrrfun

[sugarhigh1]

"What do you want to be for Halloween " i want to be railed from behind in a short mini skirt

[bimboprincess111]

my only purpose is to worship daddy like he's a god 🤍૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

[cozifromanothergalaxy]

Do you mind snacks in bed?

[alittlemxchievous]

Someone needs to fuck me until I'm pregnant.

No I am not able to get pregnant.

Keep going until you do it.

[svtiddiess]

Hey! Can I request prompt

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

With cheol? Maybe they're sworn enemies (one-sided)? Thank youuu

"This Is My Wife!"

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: non-idol! au, spy! au, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 0.4k

Note: This was super fun to write. I might make this into a full fic one day.

Your heart pounds in your chest as security guards close in around you. This wasn't part of the plan. You weren't supposed to get caught—slipping into the black auction undetected should have been easy. But the invitation your spy agency secured for you turned out to be a bust.

Your eyes dart across the men surrounding you, mind racing for a way out.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The voice cuts through the tension, deep and unmistakably familiar. A voice you've come to know all too well since becoming a spy.

Choi Seungcheol—leader of the biggest mafia in all of Asia.

The guards stiffen, turning toward him in alarm. To your complete surprise, Seungcheol strides over and wraps an arm around your waist.

"This is my wife," he announces, his tone sharp with warning. "And I don't appreciate you making her uncomfortable."

You stare up at him, utterly bewildered, heat rushing to your face. But if this is your only way out, then fine. You’ll play along.

"Yeah…I'm his wife," you say hesitantly.

The men exchange wary glances before backing off, clearly unwilling to test Seungcheol’s patience. Scoffing, he guides you into the building.

"You're welcome for that, kitten," he purrs in your ear once you’re inside.

You scoff right back, shifting in his grip, but his hold is firm.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he murmurs. "Unless you want to end up dead. This place is crawling with security, and I’m the only thing keeping you safe. So be a good wife and stick close to your dear husband." A smirk tugs at his lips as he pulls you in even closer.

You glance around, dread pooling in your stomach. He's right. Guards lurk at every corner, ready to swarm at the first sign of trouble. Like it or not, Seungcheol is your best bet.

"Fine," you sigh, reluctant. "But don't try anything funny, Choi. Or I’ll make sure you're locked up for good."

He chuckles. "You've been trying to lock me up for months now, kitten. Doesn’t seem to be working out too well for you."

You roll your eyes, but before you can retort, he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Don't worry, darling wife," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "I'll make sure you're very well protected under my watch."

With a firm squeeze of your waist, he leads you deeper inside. You can only hope this won't end in disaster.

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