#like constantly commenting on how cute their thigh rolls are

[muskoxen]

So I just reread The Hunger Games trilogy

And just think about the first time Katniss notices that she has just a little bit of pudge on her belly or on her thighs

What that would feel like. To be food insecure your entire childhood, then go through not one but two starvation-level acute stressors, and then a war with rationed food, and all the while you’re consumed with eating as much as you possibly can while also being hyper aware of needing to feed your sister first. And most everything you eat is just not very good, but when it is good it’s because it’s Capitol food and so soaked with blood that you can’t enjoy it

And then at the end of it all, there’s peace to rebuild and a home to rebuild and a mind to rebuild and a heart to hand over to the only good person you know

And then he feeds you bread, and cheese buns, and pastries, and beautiful cakes, and he gets a little soft belly, too

And you can lay down together at the end of the day, and be soft together

Secure in knowing that you have plenty of food, and you aren’t dependent on the weather or the mood of the police or the season or politics happening thousands of miles away

All I’m saying is that Katniss would find Peeta’s dadbod so super hot and comforting and, like, be proud of it. To know that even when a bad day comes around, they have the safety and security of being well-fed, and that their kids will never know what it’s like to worry about their sibling starving, or know that they’re only good enough for day-old bread.

[dancewithdeath11]

Say Sorry

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Summary: Jason reminds you nobody is allowed to talk bad about you, including yourself. 

Warnings: 18+ SMUT- (but not really, very self-indulgent) talks of body insecurity (stretchmarks, cellulite (specifically on thighs)), talks of wearing a skirt, mentions of prep & cunnilingus but none, 

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Fuckin- Stupid- Saying shit like that..”

It was your fault. Entirely. But how would you know what punishment your best friend would come up with?

It started out when you were about to go out. Constantly going from your bathroom to the thrifted full body mirror in the corner of your room. Midway through you trying to figure out what you were going to wear, he showed up. Jason was going to give you a ride. He huffed and sat on your bed when he saw you were still trying to pick an outfit. From there he was commenting on them, trying to help you out so the two of you could get going. 

One of the outfits you picked out had a cute skirt that went to your mid-thigh. It was a pleated, classic plaid pattern with a nice brown color. You were pairing it with a brown sweater as well. Only problem was that you couldn't find any nylons to go with it. “Shit-” Turning to look at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but focus on your own thighs. Hands tugging at the skirt to try and cover what you were focusing on. But that only made it look awkward causing you to pull it back up. 

“I like that one. Why haven’t I seen you wear that skirt before?” Jason asks as he sits up on the bed, giving you his attention once more. You turned again, looking from the other side. Either way you hated how you could see the cellulite and stretchmarks that patterned your thighs. 

“I hate it. I should’ve stuck with the jeans!” Your head shook back and forth as you went to go to the bathroom again. 

He stood up and stopped you, a firm hand on your upper arm. “Hey- Why do you hate it? It’s a good look, just do your makeup and we can go.” The man chuckled lightly. Looking up at him, you hesitated slightly before shaking your head again. “No..talk to me. What is it?” 

Your eyes rolled as he took your shoulders, clearly not letting you go till he got you to talk to him. Jason was just that kind of friend. He was sweet and tried to help you where he could. A shoulder to lean on, a trusted confidant. “I..My thighs and skirts just don’t go together.” You tried to laugh it off slightly. However, he did not like that. 

“Your thighs are fine.” It was his turn to shake his head, a deep frown pulling on his lips. Looking like he didn’t believe it. Like he heard the most obvious lie spoken to man. 

“No-”

“Why would you say that your thighs and skirts don’t work together? Is there some war between us and skirts I’m not aware of?” He joked slightly, head ducking down to catch your gaze as you looked away. It melted your heart a little at the way he said us. A frustrated huff left your pouted lips as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“It’s- You can see my stretch marks, and my cellulite, it’s just not a good look.” You once more tried to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. But now his face hardened, an almost angry frown on his face and brows furrowed.

“Don’t say that.” He said, his voice stern as ever. This tone is unfamiliar to you, but even then you wanted to argue back, opening your mouth to do so. But he knew you well enough to not let you get away with that. “Don’t.” That was all he muttered as he took you by the hips and turned you, walking you back towards the bed. “You’re so blind, I swear, ma.” He grumbled under his breath as he made you sit on your bed. 

But what started as a stern lecture from your best friend, quickly turned into more.

The evidence being the bites and hickeys on the insides of your thighs from when he ate you out till you couldn’t take it anymore. Slick coating them from when prepped you with his thick and long fingers. The pads of his fingers calloused from years of abuse, training, and killing. His grip on your thighs alone was enough to remind you what he was capable of. There would probably be bruises tomorrow. 

“Fuck-” Was all you could hiccup as he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. Finally fucking his entire length into you making you feel impossibly full. If you thought he was big before, this was a whole new definition. 

Jason was a brick wall of a man. That was clear. Tall and broad, biceps that looked bigger than your head. But now you know, he was big in other places too. No wonder he was so attentive with prep, but even now it was still a lot.

He was kissing and licking along your tits as he scolded you, waiting patiently for you to adjust. Your back arched as he hugged you around your waist and held you close to reach your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you whined to him, trying your best to watch him past his dark curls. 

He lowered you back onto the covers. Sitting back on his hutches as he watched you with hooded eyes that skated along your hickey littered skin. The same look you’d see when he’d read poetry or admire art. Large hands gently skating up your sides. Thumbs coming to rest just under the swell of your tits, fingers splaying out across your ribs. “Real stupid..” He comes back down and nips at the sensitive skin. Pressing a final kiss there before coming face to face with you. Resting on his elbows on either side of your head as he hovered over you, hiding you from the coldness of your own bedroom. He pressed a feather light kiss to your lips before staying there. Whispering against them, “Say you're sorry. Say you’re sorry for sayin’ something so stupid about my girl.”

God, his eyes were really intense. The way he was staring at you alone was enough to make your face flush more than it already was. 

“S-Sorry..” You whispered out weakly between shallow breaths. He chuckled slightly and nodded in approval, pulling out the slightest bit before stuffing himself back in. Your breathing stuttered as your hands searched desperately for something to grip, quickly latching onto his back. “Jay-”

“I know, ma...” He cooed softly as he sat up again, pulling you along with him. Your thighs draped over his leaving you pliant for him. Hugging around your middle once more as he thrusted slightly, pulling your back down onto him. Quickly you hugged around his shoulders not wanting to fall back. His lips pecked your jawline quickly before he locked you into a kiss. It was messy, uncoordinated and searing. Teeth clashing, heavy breathing and moans shared between the two of you. “God.. S’pretty for me, Princess..” He whispered against your lips as you pant softly. 

It was slow but hard. The push and pull, feeling the drag of his dick deep inside you. 

You’d never doubt your best friend again…

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Sorry, just another thing i wanted to clear out of my drafts ;)

[filled-with-fat]

The ultimate guide to making your boyfriend fat 🥓🫃🍕😍

First, ask for consent. For those who have never heard of gaining, or have fallen victim to society’s relentless fat phobia, it might seem slightly unusual to want to PURPOSEFULLY pack on a few pounds. So start gently; talk to your boyfriend about how boring it is having to constantly eat healthy, and how all you want to do is to just give in to your cravings. Ease him in to the fat-way of thinking, how nice it is to not be obsessed about body image, and to be able to eat whatever you want, whenever you want.

Then, after a couple weeks, switch it up a notch. Take him out to dinner 2x a week, pre-order him a large burger with a side of fries, and don’t forget dessert. Buy larger plates so that he subconsciously eats more, stock the fridge up with cans of coke, and always leave snacks out. Gradually, you’ll notice your boyfriend getting lazier. He won’t object when you ask to get take-out for the 5 time in a week, or when you can’t be asked to go for a walk so just stay inside all day.

After the second month, cancel his gym membership. If he asks why, say you did it by accident when you called the bank, and that you’re really sorry. Buy him a large chocolate cake and a stack of donuts to apologise. Keep getting take out and leaving snacks around the house, keep bringing him breakfast in bed, and keep him preoccupied, so that his friends don’t start to comment on how lazy he’s getting. It takes dedication to be a feeder, but it’s worth it in the end.

Eventually, you’ll notice he’s gained some weight. His pants fit more snug than usual, his shirt stretches and clings to his love handles, his chin fat looks tight around his collar. Buy him bigger clothes. Buy him the biggest sizes you can find, and make sure they look identical to his last ones. It’s important that he doesn’t notice his weight gain, or at least, he doesn’t think he’s gained ‘that much.’ He needs to be under the impression that it’s just “puppy fat” and that he could lose it at any time if he wanted to.

But the thing is, he doesn’t. He secretly loves his chubby belly, his fat rolls stacked on his side, his wide hips and big butt, his cute fat pad and thick thighs. He’s constantly eating now, devouring all the snacks you’ve left around the house. When you get take-out, he encourages you to order more. When he wakes up, he yells at you to bring him breakfast. Everytime you come home, he’s always on the couch, playing video games, whilst eating several packets of chips.

Soon he’s totally succumbed to the feedee lifestyle. His belly spills out over his thighs, reaching his kneecaps. His arms look like rings of fat stacked on top of each other. He takes up the entire width of your couch. Your boyfriend has become obese, and he loves it. He loves when you play with his moobs, or when you squish and poke his big belly. He loves it when you squeeze his chubby arms and play with his back rolls. He worships his new body, and so do you. He was meant to be fat, he was meant to be unapologetically obese, you just helped him get there.

Share this to anyone who wants to get their partner into gaining! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

[melodic-haze]

thinking abt sub firefly and how cute she would be !!!! even tho she's a stellaron hunter and could kill you at any moment in her sam form she'd still follow ur every command bc of her massive praise kink she's just like that!! 😓😓😓

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Firefly x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a dick/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I FINALLY GOT TO HER OUGGHGHH ANONNNN I DIDN'T FORGET YOU TRUST MEEEE I love Firefly so baaaaaaad

ANOTHER PERSON WHO CAN KILL ME WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT IF SHE WANTED TO 🥰🥰🥰🥰 oh how I do love power differences

God she's so cute despite being absolutely deadly, nobody can fault me for wanting to bully her a lil bit right??? :((((((

Firefly would do anything for you no matter what (or, well, for as long as the script allows it). You could make an off-handed comment about how you wanted this little thing and she'd come up to you w the exact same thing the next day. You could ask her to do something and she would drop whatever she was occupied with just to cater to you

She's sooooo unbelievably eager to please, it's like you could as her to do ANYTHING you asked and she'd eagerly meet your needs.......and that includes less-than-innocent exchanges too 🫶

Oh she'd be so perfect, always desperate to fulfill your every demand and going above and beyond to please you. If she were giving head, she'd tell you that you don't need to make any moves whatsoever bc she'll be happy to do it for you :(((( this sweet sweet girl ily

You consider yourself extremely blessed to witness the sight above you.

After all, it's not every day that someone has a Stellaron Hunter on their lap in pursuit of euphoric release.

So many people were afraid of the entity named SAM and the sea of flames he could bring upon those that needed it per the script that Elio gave him, and yet.. here 'he' was, in much more of a vulnerable state in the form of a lovely lady eager to please.

All you had to do was say it, relay your demands; she would give you the universe if you wanted it all to yourself. But for now?

For now you had settled upon commanding this supposedly feared servant to Destiny's Slave as if she were your own in this little tryst of yours.

(And hell, barring Elio's little group, she may as well be.)

You hear your lover moan, you hear her whimper, you hear her shaky exhales as she bounces on your cock over and over and over. Her pace alternates between a slow, tantalising grind to a fast, hard ride of desperation—the pace switching at the most perfect times due to a mix of your brilliant direction and the mental notes and drilled habits within Firefly's pretty little head from all the times you've done this erotic form of song and dance.

You can't help but stroke her cheek as she moves on you, can't help but to shift your hand over to toy with her hair lightly as she does her best to please you (and herself). And you just can't help but say those two words--

"Good girl..."

--when she reacts so delightfully: her breath hitches as her hips stutter in movement, though she still continues to move; she lets out a loud moan as her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head and her steadying hands gripped onto your thighs with a sudden increase in force.

She doesn't answer you back vocally but that's alright—she hasn't cum yet without your permission and she was still determined to please you.

She's such a good girl, and she'd do whatever it takes to deserve your praise and your praise alone.

She would take WHATEVER you give her. Soft pampering??? By god she's all OVER IT SING HER UPPP!! A rough pounding? She's durable, she says she can take it :3 Overstimming her until she can't think anymore?? Or maybe even edging her until she wants to go batshit wild but can't bc it's you?????? Go right ahead, she's all yours to play with ✌️

Makes EVERYTHING worth it for her, when you constantly praise her for allllll the good things she's done. Tell her that she's been so good to you, tell her that she's the sweetest girl ever, tell her you wouldn't have anyone else to tend to and be tended to, tell her that you love every bit of her and go into detail❗️❗️❗️ She'd go HILARIOUSLY red, both from sheer embarrassment and from the hot manifestation of her lust pooling in between her thighs

All you need is to say that she's fully and utterly yours, that you wouldn't have it any other way, and not only will she respond in kind, she'll go above and beyond....in any way you want her to

In short guys I love Firefly I can't wait to roll for her 🥰🥰🥰

[queenimmadolla]

its maiiisssie 💖💖

so the first time penny’s hair is long enough to put in bunches eddie melts on the spot, wants to cry, his baby is too fucking cute, he wants another one

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ♡

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒅!𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

“Hold still, baby.” Eddie quipped around the little scrunchy clenched between his teeth. The baby between his lap did not easily comply, she had no idea what he was saying as she let out squeals. In her hand was a set of toy keys that had gained her favor in the last few weeks, and there was nothing Penny enjoyed more than bashing them into whatever surface she was sat on–in this case, the couch–except, maybe sticking the brightly colored plastic keys in her mouth.

  Eddie much preferred that over trying to pry his keys out of her strong armed, six month-old grip. She cried something fierce every time he was successful (so always) which led to Eddie getting her her own pair. So long as she didn’t see his, or yours, they worked like a charm.

  Eddie’s thighs got a little firmer around her to keep her from wiggling as he used the brush to gently guide her short curls, wet from a spray bottle, into place. It was a feat, Penny’s curls were all the same length now that she had actual curls instead of the wavy hair all newborns seemed to come with, meaning there weren't many ways it could be styled other than slicking it down. And it wasn’t yet thick enough to hold the weight of a bow so you'd taken to putting ones that came with a headband on her instead.

  After a late start to the morning, you’d gotten started on the laundry while Eddie got Penny ready for the day and after putting her in a cute little outfit you'd picked out for her (it was the most adorable little dress that didn’t hide her leg rolls and those socks with frilly lace, even though she pulled off any socks you put on her–Eddie couldn’t stop cooing to her about how cute she was for a good ten minutes, and he was still making comments). Now, having missed your presence, he’d moved the next step in her routine to the livingroom to be closer to you. 

  While you were sitting on the floor, folding laundry onto the coffee table, Eddie was doing her hair, a sight your gaze constantly flickered back to. He was your husband and your baby daddy, yet somehow you were still vulnerable to the sight of him with a baby. A kryptonite.

  Eddie’s attention was focused on the task at hand, brows pinched as he concentrated. He’d been trying this for a while now, and he always fell short.

  Today was looking to be the day he and Penny didn’t. As he brushed her hair from the bottom to the top, it all just slowly fell, not yet long enough to reach. But the top stayed, in fact, he was able to gather a good amount of it there and he pinched it in place between his thumb and forefinger. He dropped the brush onto the cushion next to him and reached up to grab the small scrunchy from his mouth before he carefully looped it around the hair he’d sectioned off, twisted it, and looped one final time. 

  Then Eddie sat back against the couch to marvel at the tiniest ponytail he’d ever seen, sticking straight up like those little troll dolls with the ends curling.

  Penny seemed to choose that moment to become self aware and she craned her little body around in search of her dad, probably wondering why he’d stopped fiddling with her hair.

  When she finally found him–still exactly in place–her entire face lit up, drooly mouth parting to show off her gums in a wide smile as her eyes squinted.

  Eddie lost it.

  “YOU ARE THE MOST ADORABLE THING THIS PESSIMISTIC SCHMUCK HAS EVER SEEN!” He bellowed, scooping her up. Eddie launched an aggressive raspberry attack to where she was currently most ticklish, her neck. He alternated between them and pressing kisses to her chunky cheek while she squealed with laughter as she tried,  and failed, to raise her little shoulders in an effort to stop his tickles–though it was obvious to Eddie with the way she’d lower her shoulders immediately after he stopped that she wanted the tickling to continue. 

  Eddie’s booming declaration had surprised you, nearly causing you to toss up the pair of sweats you’d been folding but you managed to quickly regain your composure and your baby’s mystical laughter soon had you joining in on it too. The sight alone had you grinning from ear to ear, heart doing somersaults in your chest as Eddie cradled Penny to him, letting up to fool her into thinking he was done before he planted more raspberries on her while she giggled like a hyena.

  When he caught you staring, he sat her back up on his lap facing your direction, “Look, honey! Look!”

  You let out an amused scoff, hand reaching up to cover your mouth.

  Penny was now beaming at you, pretty brown eyes almost hidden because she was doing her hard smile which had her cheeks pressing up into her eyes. She looked so precious in her little dress but it was the teeny tiny ponytail sprouting on her head that caught your attention.

  Had it been on anyone other than a baby, it would have been a very pathetic attempt at one but considering how limited you were when styling your baby’s hair…a win is a win.

  “Oh my goodness, you are such a pretty little thing!” you cooed, setting aside the laundry to push yourself up.

  Eddie held her out to you and the moment she was in your arms, you were smothering her cheek with kisses, freehand on the other side of her face to keep her in place.

  You pulled back to admire the little bunch of hair and then went right back to kissing and cuddling her. It was cuteness overload, she was in your arms, curled up to you and you still couldn’t get enough of her. It was like you wanted to absorb her back into your body but that would make you sad because then you wouldn’t have her in your arms. 

  You pulled away after one last (it wouldn’t be the last) smacking kiss to her cheek before addressing her as you handed her back to Eddie, “Ma’am, did you know it’s actually a federal offense to be this cute?”

  Of course, she didn’t respond with words, eyes sparkling up at you as she babbled and grunted. You loved that she was trying to talk to you. It was obvious to both you and Eddie that she’d be talkative once she got the hang of words.

  Eddie twirled the wee ponytail around his finger just as you spotted the mirror hanging on the hallway wall and like a moth to flame, you were over to it and back with it, poised in front of Eddie and Penny. Her smile somehow managed to expand as she caught sight of their reflections.

  Eddie chuckled, as she gripped his shirt over his shoulder, “Is that you? Is that you, pretty girl? Is that daddy’s baby?”

  Penny’s eyes would dart between his and her reflection but Eddie’s warm gaze stayed focused on hers. He smirked as he observed her get shy, giving their reflections one hard, gummy smile before she was wiggling like a live wire in his arms and hiding her face in his neck. 

  You both started cooing and she pried herself away from her hiding space to smile again at the both of you before she ‘hid’ herself.

  After hanging the mirror back up, you plopped onto the couch and Eddie freed an arm for you to settle under, head resting on his chest as you offered Penny her keys and her pacifier.

  She took them both eagerly, babbling before shoving the pacifier in her mouth. Then Penny shook the keys by the ring, yanked the pacifier out and shoved the plastic ring in her mouth, instead.

  You both watched her with reverence, bliss wrapping around the moment and promising to be a memory you’d look back on.

  “It’s growing a little.” Edde stated and you craned your head up to look at him from beneath your lashes. His face and demeanor were suddenly so melancholic.

  You had no idea her lack of hair length had such an affect on him, “It’ll grow more, it just takes a while for hers to show since it’s curled. Aren’t you glad we didn’t listen to my mom–what did she say again? Shaving Penny’s head would make it grow faster?”

  “No, baby, I mean her hair is growing.” You blinked up at him without bothering to hide your confusion so he continued. “She’s growing. Pretty soon, I won’t have a baby anymore and those toy keys are gonna be real keys to a car she’s gonna pack up and then she’ll be leaving us in the dust.”

  You’d been pretty good at dodging postpartum depression, looks like Eddie hadn’t.

  “Oh, Eds, don’t make yourself sad, baby. Yes, she’s growing and it’s bittersweet, I’m sure it’ll never feel like we have enough time, but watching her grow is a pivotal part of our lives. Besides, she has to learn how to walk before she can leave us.”

  Eddie’s head rested on yours with a hearty sigh, “Feels like just last week we brought her home, this little bundle of everything good. Tiny fingers, always sleeping and eating, spitting up like half of your milk every time we burped her and when her poop didn’t stink because all she consumed was milk. I miss all that.”

  You were both silent as you stared at your baby, taking in the present while also reminiscing the past. You missed when she was that small, too. Her baby sounds, soft breathes, high pitched grunting, the baby scrunch she’d do whenever you picked her up, how she’d almost instantly relax against your breast the moment you started feeding her, eyes slipping shut as she nursed and her baby smell. Holding her on your chest as you rocked her to sleep, nose settled into her soft hair so her scent could fill you had been one of your favorite things to do. 

  “Have you seen the way she rocks herself when she pushes off of her tummy? She’s getting ready to crawl.” You mused and you felt Eddie sag under you. When you looked up, his head was lulled to the side, eyes closed with his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. One eye pried open to make sure you were watching him.

  “You see me? You see what you did?” Eddie went back to playing dead, “You just killed me.”

  You rolled your eyes, fond of the big goofball you’d married as you returned your stare back to your baby girl, your head nuzzling against his chest while Eddie continued.

  “Why would you tell me that, doll? You just heard me complaining about my baby growing up and you’re just gonna shoot me while I’m down? Why do you want to hurt me so badly? Huh?”

  “I’m just saying you can’t stop her from growing up.” You laughed, swatting his hand away from where it poked at your side, “It’s all happening, baby.”

  Eddie let out another sigh, this one defeated but there was a glint in his eyes that immediately made you suspicious. 

  “You’re right, you’re right. Newborn days are over. Until I put another one in you.”

dividers © @firefly-graphics.

[bachiras-toaster]

jjk bottom headcanons

JJK x reader — gojo, geto, yuta, inumaki

GOJO SATORU

Brat bottom. He loves being in control on top so when he has to bottom, he makes sure not to make it easy for you. It doesn’t matter how disrespectful you are to him, edging his sensitive cock until he can’t take it anymore, he won’t back down from letting those bratty comments slip. Maybe it’s because he hopes that it will egg you on and force your hand, meaning that you’ll be rougher with him, meaner. He’s secretly attracted to that dominating side of you, and if it means being the most annoying bottom in the world to get you to be a lot more harsh to him, then he will gladly do so.

GETO SUGURU

Is also a brat, but only for like— The first half of it. He’s a brat because he doesn’t think you’d actually be capable of topping him, but he’s greatly surprised with how… Mean you can get. You straddling his lap as you delivered a cold slap to his face, forcing him to look at you. You’d give him quick commands accompanied by a glare, and he would so gladly do so. When it finally settles in that you’re not taking any back-talk from him, he turns into that ball of mess you had envisioned, blushing and panting profusely as you bounce up and down on his dick, your fingernails clawing at his back.

YUTA OKKOTSU

He has to be one of the most submissive mfs out there. I mean kinky as in he is scared to be on top. He’s so fidgety and doesn’t know what to do, it’s so adorable. When you straddle his cock and roll your hips onto his length, he goes wild- Whining and whimpering uncontrollably as he desperately clings onto your thighs. If you gave him a command, he’d have that shit done in five seconds. From removing your clothes to opening his mouth to allow you to spit in it, he would do it with no hesitation. It almost pains you to see his cute little face contort as you deny him his orgasm.

TOGE INUMAKI

Surprisingly willing. You’d expect him to be just a little bit hesitant, but he seems very interested in the idea of you topping him. When you do, you playfully run your hands though his soft hair to gain a better look of his flushed face, which is drenched in sweat as you speed up your pace on his lap, his tongue and mouth glistening with saliva as he constantly felt the need to lick his lips at the sight of your skin colliding with each other.

[fatalattention]

trigun guys with a plus sized reader ! ◡̈

vash, wolfwood, knives, livio & razlo, and legato !

i feel like there is a criminal lack of plus sized representation and i need that to change asap!

mentions of ; can be read as pre-established relationships or not, body insecurity, skipping meals, non-sexual touching (but you can definitely read it as sexual touching cause oh goodness gracious!!!!),

VASH ;

- vash has a preference for chubby people when looking for a romantic partner, chubby people always seem to catch his eyes first! he loves the way clothes hug you just right and make you look even more irresistible

- he loves everything about you. your strech marks and curves, and how your and him seem to fit together like puzzle pieces. he loves it when you wear revealing or tight clothes, it shows off your spectacular body AMAZINGLY and he has to hold himself back from doing some.. unholy things !

- your tummy makes such a great pillow after a long day of walking in the scorching desert

- if he hears you talking negatively about yourself he immediately jumps to the rescue. his hands coming up to rest on your sides, his thumbs caressing over your rolls and strech marks as he kisses you over and over, whispers of praise slipping through his lips between every kiss.

- vash has a habit of skipping meals whenever he’s upset, and if he sees you doing the same he feels his heart shatter for you. he offers to buy you ANY food you want, even if it’s from a place an hour away or he’s a little short on money. if you don’t want anything from any restaurants, he’ll offer to cook for you! even though he’s not the best cook, he can make a mean boxed mac and cheese!

NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD ;

- i have a personal headcanon that wolfwood has a dad bod! he has a cute little tummy that he can’t seem to shake, and he’s overall soft all around. (his thighs especially awwoooooogaaaa…)

- wolfwood thinks body fat is sexy as hell. unlike vash, he’s a bit more handsy and almost perverted (respectfully though. if you are ever uncomfortable with it he stops IMMEDIATELY.)

- he likes to pinch your sides, slap your ass, pinch at your rosy cheeks, and he constantly has an arm slung around your shoulders or waist. he physically cannot keep his hands off of you.

- when the gang gets a hotel for the night, you and wolfwood usually stay in the same room together. wolfwood loves watching you come out of the shower, towel wrapped around you, water beading down you in the most enticing way. wolfwood has to excuse himself for a while.. wink wink!

- wolfwood is extremely protective of you. if he hears ANYONE mention a backhanded comment on your body, he is throwing hands. he will absolutely destroy them, and he won’t even blink an eye. he’s so crazy for you, and he isn’t afraid to show that.

- if he catches you skipping meals or under feeding yourself, he gets protective again. he’ll give you a stern look, sit you down, and force you to eat. it isn’t the BEST way, but he isn’t good at emotions, especially sappy ones. he’ll do anything to see you eat, even if it makes him look desperate. (he is by the way.)

- he’ll offer to do anything for you to eat. he’ll offer to spoon feed you, offer you a distraction so you can eat without a worry, anything. nothing is too big of a request if it means you’ll eat and be healthy.

MILLIONS KNIVES ;

- knives does not care about your body shape, at all. he thinks all humans are pitiful, all of their shapes and sizes are irrelevant to him. (he is in love with you…)

- knives, a lot like his brother, especially likes chubby people. he doesn’t admit it, but you can tell.

- you can tell by the way he looks at you, the way his gaze lingers on you. one thing about you that he especially likes is your stretch marks. your marks remind him of his marks, and he undeniably really likes it. if you’ll allow it, he likes to run his fingers across your stretch marks.

- knives doesn’t understand human beauty standards. he doesn’t understand the dislike around stretch marks, cellulite, big thighs, a big tummy, etc etc. knives sees those things as irrelevant to him.

- knives isn’t a man who relies on actions to express himself, and if he catches you not eating he won’t confront you at all. you will, however notice more small snacks placed in your room on your nightstand. the snacks are always ones that you’re particularly fond of, some of them being your favorite. if he sees you eating them, you’ll notice a small smile playing on his lips.

LIVIO THE DOUBLE FANG ;

- LIVIO IS CHUBBY! HE’S A BIG BOY!!!!!! SZA WROTE THAT SONG ABOUT HIM AND HIM ONLY!!!!!!

- livio is a softie, he’s such a softie for you. just looking at you makes him weak in the knees and suddenly feeling really hot. he is smitten for you, everything about you. livio could care less about you being bigger, he loves you regardless of any physical traits!

- livio is very easily flustered around you, no matter what you’re wearing. you could wear a trashbag out to dinner, and livio will be on his knees worshipping you (as usual.) he doesn’t have any favorite clothes he likes to see you in, but his favorite thing is when you’re confident and comfortable. no matter what you wear, he will be a flustered mess, sputtering out flushed compliments as he looks everywhere but you because you’re so breathtaking.

- livio loves when you wear things that make you feel good! he thinks confident is the sexiest thing in the world, especially on you. livio is intimidating to people who don’t know him, so even if you wear the most revealing thing, nobody will say anything.

- if he notices you skipping meals, he comforts you in anyway that you need. he’ll hold you to his chest, rocking you back and forth. he lets you cry, scream, whatever you need to do to feel better. when you’re ready to eat, livio will eat with you. he’ll do anything to make sure you feel good, holding your hand, letting you sit with him on the couch, nothing is too big of a request for him (especially if it means seeing you happy.)

RAZLO THE TRI-PUNISHER OF DEATH ;

(there is such a criminal lack of razlo content. i am determined to fix this btw!!!!!)

- razlo is like wolfwood but he’s so much more perverted and extroverted with it, he finds you so undeniably sexy.

- razlo is definitely a thigh and ass man. he loves slapping and squeezing your ass (with your consent of course.), and he especially loves squeezing your thighs.

- seeing you in shorts drives this man fucking wild. he will be so distracted, eyes constantly drawn to your ass and thighs as he dumbly nods and mumbles in reply. good luck talking to him because it takes him a good few minutes to even register your words, and then a few extra words to even get his words out.

- if anyone comments on your body, razlo will beat the shit out of them. he literally doesn’t care, he will destroy them. no one shit talks you like that.

- if he notices you’re skipping meals or eating less, this is when his soft side really shows for the first time. he’s an emotional softie.

- he’ll run his hands up and down your body, but with no sexual intent (at that moment.) he takes his sweet time as he presses kisses to every spot on your body. he traces his fingers on your stretch marks, and all the while he’s mumbling out praises. they’re not over the top praises, but ones like “you’re so sexy”, etc. (he’s not a softie like vash)

LEGATO BLUESUMMERS ;

(im just gonna say, i didnt like legato until i read his backstory on the wiki and now im like really sad……)

- legato is canonically gluttonous which is kinda teehee (love me a man with a big appetite)

- he appreciates someone with a big appetite its really attractive to him. he especially loves if you love food as much as he does, and you get even more points if you can COOK. legato will be at the table with a fork and knife and napkin tucked into his shirt for your food TT

- legato genuinely loves your body. everything you wear is incredibly sexy to him, it makes him insane. he’s that meme where its like “wear whatever you want, i can fight.”

- legato is so genuinely mesn to people who shit talk you. he’ll gently guide you away and use his power things whatever to snap their BONES BRO!!!!

- he’s not an affectionate or sentimental guy at all. if he catches you not eating, he will ask you to cook for him. while you’re cooking, he’ll slyly make comments about how he’s “so excited to share a meal together”, implying he wants you to eat with him.

- if you’re still not eating, legato will be like “this tastes good. here, try some.” and bring a forkful to your lips. he will make sure you take a bite, and another, and another, until his plate is gone. even if he doesnt get to eat, seeing you healthy is like the sweetest dessert.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Happy Birthday Old Man!

Min Yoongi/Reader (Part of the LS series)

Summary: It's Yoongis birthday and you can't help but pop into his live to terrorise him every now and then. Plus a birthday blow job.

Warnings: female reader, reader is from Europe but no country specified, aging?, oral (m relieving) kissing, fluff,swearing.

word Count: 1240 M.list

‘Presents, what did I get this year?’ Yoongi looked up in thought before continuing.

‘I can show you what Y/N got me, hold on.’ He stood up and moved out of camera view before coming back, your gift to him in hand.

‘She got me a few things but I have this here.’ He held a small jewellery  box up to the camera. Inside was a simple white gold ring with, my love and the date you met engraved onto the delicate metal. He was smiling coyly as he showed off the ring.

‘It’s a little big so we need to get it re sized.’ The comments were gushing about the cute gift, but ARMY wanted to know what else you had gotten him.

‘I think I’ll keep the rest private.’ He laughed lightly.

‘Are you going to Indonesia?’ Somebody in chat asked.

‘I’ll be going to Indonesia, Jakarta.’ He answered with a blank stare. It was then that your name appeared in chat. He quickly leaned forwards and narrowed his eyes slightly.

‘Oh Y/N is here.’ His eyes skimmed your message before he rolled his eyes playfully and leaned back, now with a wide gummy smile.

‘You know Europe is a part of the world too right?’ You are from Europe and were quite frankly shocked when he told you there were no European dates. You were offended on behalf of all European ARMY.

‘Yah! Don’t be bitter with me! We will go to your home town together at some point I promise.’

‘My mom likes my hair long. She was upset when I cut it.’ He was talking about how his hair was constantly changing and what he should change it to now that he was 30.

‘My mom likes it long but Y/N prefers it like this so either way I can’t win.’ He chuckled and crossed his arms.

‘Oh well. I can’t please everyone.’

‘I’m 30 years old.’ It was now past midnight so it was officially his birthday.

‘Happy birthday old man! I love you!.’ You typed out into his chat.

‘You really aren’t that much younger than me Y/N.’ He smirked into the camera.

‘Guys, Y/N is bullying me on my birthday.’

‘I’m going to blast 30 by Bo Burnham when you get home tonight!’ You once again chime in.

‘Aish...I’m not going home tonight guys. An ARMY out there want to take me in?’ Of course the chat exploded with people begging to take him up on the offer.

He did go home that night obviously. Even though it was past 1AM, you hadn’t been able to see each other all day, so you made the effort to wait up for him.

He found you sitting in the living room, flicking through his photobook when he entered the apartment.

‘Happy birthday Yoongi!’ You sprung up and threw your arms around his neck. He chuckled as he returned your embrace.

‘You didn’t have to wait up for me you know.’

‘Of course I did, it’s your birthday.’ You moved back and gave him a tight smile, before you swiftly pulled him down for an affectionate kiss.

‘I love you.’ You breathed against his lips. You felt him smile back.

‘I love you too jagi.’ You gave him another quick peck before fully pulling back and taking his hand in yours.

‘Come on.’ He followed behind as you lead him to the sofa. You stood in front of him, biting your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to sit.

‘You want a birthday treat baby?’ You tried to sound sexy as you sank to your knees between his thighs.

‘I’m defiantly not gonna say no to that.’ He smirked down at you, rubbing his thighs in anticipation. He  could already feel himself becoming hard in his pants.

You made short work of his trousers, tugging them down along with his boxers. He eagerly raised his hips to help you. You grasped his erection and started pumping to get him fully hard. Yoongi rolled his eyes shut and let out a small breath as he rested his head on the back of the sofa.

You stopped your hand movement at the base of his dick, leaning down and running your tongue along the underside and right up to the head. You fluttered your eyelashes at him as you placed a small kiss on his tip, before taking him fully in your mouth. Yoongi moaned out as you took him in, hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

‘Ah shit yeah Y/N.’

You smirked around his dick, bobbing your head up and down, wrapping your tongue around him as you did so. Your movements slowed for a moment allowing you to take him right to the back of your throat, lips connecting with his pubic bone. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips, causing you to choke around him and pull away for a second.

‘Fuck, sorry jagi.’ He was out of breath as he spoke, hand coming up to your head to push you back down. You slid your lips back over him, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat again. Yoongi’s breathing had started to become laboured as you worked, letting out breathy moans every so often. You could tell he was close, the way he was rolling his hips, eyes squeezed shut and loud moans escaping him. You took this as a sign to increase your movement speed.

‘Wait- wai- stop!’ He stuttered out, pushing your head away from him.

‘What?’ You looked at him in confusion, wiping at your bottom lip.

‘I want to cum on your tits.’ Luckily you had worn a low cut top that day, so he lent down and hooked his fingers into the front of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your breasts. He stood up and started jerking himself off above you. You gave him a sly smirk as you looked up at him, licking your lips as you did so. Your hands came up to your chest and pushed your breasts together, making sure to tease him by playing with your nipples.

‘Ah fuck, I’m cumming!’ He whined out before he let himself go, thick ropes of cum landing on your breasts. He allowed himself to catch his breath before pulling up his pants and underwear. He smiled at you as he reached his hand down to help you up.

‘Ag hold on.’ He stammered when he noticed the mess he made on your chest. He grabbed some tissue and started to clean you up, a warm smile spread across your face at the loving gesture.

Once you were clean, he fixed your shirt and opened his arms wide for you to step into, which you gladly did. You stood on your toes to bring him into a kiss, hands resting on either side of his neck.

‘Happy birthday again Yoongi.’

‘Always know how to make it special huh jagi?’ You rolled your eyes at him, before resting your head on his warm chest.

‘In the morning I was thinking we could order breakfast? I would make you something but I’d probably burn it.’ You giggled, thinking about your terrible cooking skills.

‘Ordering in sounds good.’ He laughed back, taking your hand and leading you to bed. Neither of you got much sleep that night.

@jjaelly

[silverynight]

The cheerleader's best friend

Zenitsu watches the scene in front of him trying not to roll his eyes; Genya has been offering Tanjirou to carry him over his shoulders so he can see his sister rehearsing her lines for the school play.

Now Zenitsu would gladly ignore everything in order to watch his beloved Nezuko instead, but this is getting so ridiculous he can't not look at it.

Genya is one of Tanjirou's best friends, but he's also in love with the redhead, like half of the school is, and it doesn't help that Tanjirou is constantly wearing the cheerleader's uniform with that red skirt that's a little bit too short.

He's a very good cheerleader, Zenitsu admits it and he's also very cute and charming and has very thick thighs. Not that Zenitsu would ever say that out loud; he doesn't have a crush on his friend, no, that's not the case at all because he's devoted to Nezuko.

However, he can understand why some of their classmates and other students react the way they do around Tanjirou. It's hilarious and annoying at the same time, especially because Tanjirou is very oblivious to everything that happens around him.

So Genya is not the only one in love, but he's so scary looking and intimidating that not everyone is willing to compete against him. Which gives him advantage.

"Thank you, Genya, you're really sweet!" Tanjirou beams as he gets carried and finally sits on Genya's shoulders, caging his face in between Tanjirou's thighs.

"Oh, man! That's not fair!" One of the boys watching the rehearsal complains, distracted by Tanjirou. "Shinazugawa always gets to touch the sunshine!"

"As if you could carry him over your shoulders," a girl comments next to him. "Although I must admit the Shinazugawa boy is very lucky indeed."

"Are they dating?"

Zenitsu knows they're not and Genya apparently likes to suffer in silence, but he's not going to tell those students that. Better if they believe Tanjirou is taken, maybe that'll calm them down.

"Who knows but if he hasn't asked him out yet he's an idiot."

"Maybe he has, you have to remember our Tanjirou is very oblivious."

"Yeah, you're right. But I wouldn't feel sorry for him if that was the case. Tanjirou's too hot for him."

"Stop being jealous and let us watch the rehearsal!"

Finally, Zenitsu sighs, relieved when those two shut up, at least is not Nezuko's turn yet.

"Are you okay, Genya?" Tanjirou asks innocently, trying to look at his friend's face.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine," Genya manages to say, which honestly surprises Zenitsu because the tall boy is completely red at the moment and looking like he's either having the best or worst time of his life. It's probably a mixture of both, because even though Zenitsu is sure he's enjoying the feeling of Tanjirou's thighs at both sides of his face, he probably doesn't know how to handle all the emotions that come with it.

It must be overwhelming to feel Tanjirou's skin against his, considering Tanjirou's wearing the short, red skirt at the moment.

Fortunately, it's Nezuko's turn and everyone gets distracted watching her, she's very good, but that doesn't surprise Zenitsu.

Tanjirou has a huge grin on his face the whole time and jumps off Genya's shoulders once the rehearsal is done to pull his sister into his arms. They both go back to where Genya is and start talking about the play as Zenitsu approaches them.

He tries not to look too excited when he gathers enough courage to hug Nezuko too.

"Thank you for carrying me earlier, Genya," Tanjirou says then, standing on his tiptoes to give the other boy a kiss on the cheek.

Zenitsu watches with amusement as Genya's brain stops working for a couple of seconds; Nezuko covers her mouth to muffle her giggles.

"Genya?"

"Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?" The taller boy blurts out quickly, but everyone around understands what he's trying to say.

"I'd love to!" Tanjirou says sweetly, probably having no idea Genya is asking him out.

Nezuko gently elbows Genya in the ribs and the boy nods at her, before rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Great, it's a d-date then!" He mumbles, prompting Tanjirou to blink a couple of times at him.

"Oh!" He says, almost in a whisper, cheeks turning slightly pink in seconds. Zenitsu must admit that Tanjirou looks absolutely adorable. "Right! I can't wait for our date!"

Genya looks like he's about to pass out from happiness, but he manages to nod and even smiles when he notices Nezuko giving him the thumbs up behind her brother.

"Let's go grab something to eat to celebrate my sister's performance!"

"It was just a rehearsal, Tanjirou," Nezuko chuckles. "Although I'm hungry..."

The four of them go together and Zenitsu notices Tanjirou taking Genya's hand in his.

They'll probably make a good couple.

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[sorcerous-caress]

Glad we shared human kink vision lmaoo

Come to think of it, high elf is condescending and they would be extra condescending toward human—while also secretly wanna tap that mayflies so badly

Imagine a high elf in the camp constantly talk shit about that one ‘lowly’ human but at night they are jerking off thinking about how they want human dick / pussy to corrupt them so badly

— RED Anon

Ikr! Like what are the chances that we both happened to have this extremely obscure and niche kink.

So you're a cute little human just minding your business, joined up with an adventurer party because strength in numbers and all that. Everything is dandy and you're fulfilling your role like any good human would.

But there's this high elf, who won't stop demeaning you for being a human. No matter how skilled you are or how strong you are, they always find a way to be condensing and completely ignore all of your valuable inputs because you're just a little human what do you know?

Smut below.

Sometimes borderline humiliating you in front of others, patting your head and telling you that "you should stay quiet while the adults are talking" no matter your age.

Touching your ears without permission, commenting on how short and pathetic they look. Shushing you when you start talking about one of your silly little human ideas, rolling their eyes when your human emotions become too much for you to bear.

Making comments about how it's around your bedtime and you should go to your bed so you wouldn't be a useless burden to the party tomorrow.

But after everyone went to sleep, and the elf finished their meditation hours ago. They can't help the rush that shoots through them as they admire your defenceless sleeping figure, the way your clothes are slightly lifted up because of your constant turning.

The tips of their ears turning red, heat pools up between their legs as perverse thoughts fill their mind. Their ancestors would be ashamed if they knew about how much they fantasised about this pathetic human.

Elves are so much more delicate, more slender and taller. So why does their gaze always creep up the humans back, taking in their plush thighs, their arms and their filled build. No elf would have something like that, no elf would be...built like they were meant for breeding. Purely a sexual toy for pleasure, that's all they can see when they look at the human.

Their sexual part are just so much more emphasised than any other race, their women's breasts are so filled and squishy. Their men's chests so sculpted and tantalising. Those child bearing hips that were meant for reproduction, that heavy bulge that looks so delicious between their legs.

The high elf can't be blamed, it's the human's fault for looking like sluts, just full on display for all others to see.

Since that cocktease of a human joined their party, they started invading their fantasies each night. Nothing else could bring the elf to orgasm anymore, Nothing besides the image of the human under them crying in pleasure.

They should be punished for attempting to lure a high elf from their race and corrupt them with lust. What's a better punishment than taking the human back to their grove and letting them spend the rest of their short little life as a sex toy for the high elf.

[pollypenname]

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Content Warning: Dry Humping, Grinding, PIV Sex, Riding, Female Domination, Power Dynamics, Begging

Be Gentle

[The Tinker, chapter 88]

Fuck. Finally, Bakugou thought.

How long had it been since he'd been able to kiss her? Really kiss her? The hospital seemed years ago, and it only felt longer when he realized how much he'd missed this. Kissing rules. Is that why all those extras are constantly down each others' throats? Yeah, he couldn't blame them now. He'd missed her more than he could say.

With one hand supporting behind her head and the other around her waist, Bakugou pulled his girlfriend in tighter. The kiss had started gently, and he knew it should stay that way to avoid exacerbating her injury, but damn was it getting hard to hold back. When he let his hands wander downwards to grip her hips and yank her closer to him, Y/N hissed slightly.

"Gotta be gentle, Kat," She reminded him softly. Her voice drifted into his head and did all sorts of evil things to the rest of his body. Everything about her made him ache with desire.

"Fuck, I'm... trying," He grumbled, trying not to show his frustration. Damn his rough movements– he really was trying, honest, but the excitement kept building and nearly forcing his body to get closer, tighter, touch her more and more...

Y/N couldn't fight back the small grin on her lips at Bakugou's struggle. It was... almost cute to see him like this; just barely on the edge of desperation. She wanted to see more of that side of him.

When she wrapped her arms around Bakugou's neck to pull him lower, moving her kisses to his cheek and then his neck, Katsuki started feeling a bit dizzy. It felt like the floor was spinning around him when her lips pressed softly into the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, I wanna..." He started. He was struggling to find the words. "I–I need more. Can we... can we go to–"

"Yes," Y/N whispered in between kisses. "But you gotta–"

As gently as Bakugou was able (which wasn't very), he wrapped his hands around Y/N's thighs and pulled her up so she was wrapped around his waist.

Shit. His dick, which was now really hard, pressed right in between her legs and the pressure had him seeing stars. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine as he carried his girlfriend into his old dorm room, using his leg to close the door behind him. He couldn't help but be in a hurry– after approaching his old bed, he let her drop onto the mattress below– and she yelped in pain.

Fuck.

"Oh shit, I totally– Fuck. Are you okay?" Dammit, Katsuki, he thought to himself. Gentle. Be gentle, goddammit.

Y/N's held the side of her head tenderly. "All good," She said through a grimace. "Gentle isn't really your forte, is it Kat?"

Guilt made his stomach drop a bit. "Dammit," he muttered. "We can't do this.I can't do this." His arms were on either side of her but he lowered his head, unable to look her in the face.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Relax, I'm fine. Just... slow down a bit."

"I..." Bakugou felt his cheeks getting a bit warm and he turned to look at the wall. "I dunno if I can like... hold back. I dunno if I can be gentle," He said breathlessly, his eyes darting to her for a moment to gauge her reaction. "Not when you uh... look... like this."

Y/N didn't want that comment to do things to her, but it did. Bakugou was having a hard time controlling himself, and it was... hot. It was really hot.

"If you can't, then I can."

Bakugou looked at her this time but his eyebrows were squinted in suspicion. "Huh?"

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck this time, causing another jolt to run downward. "Lemme be on top. If I'm on top, I can choose the pace, I can–"

"No," He interrupted before thinking.

Y/N huffed in annoyance. "Katsuki, you can't always be in control."

"Why the hell not?"

There was a pause before Y/N responded. "Alright," She sighed. "It's okay. You're not ready. We'll do somethin else, alright?" Y/N gave his chin a quick kiss, unable to reach his lips from this angle.

Before Bakugou could protest, she was shifting off the bed and crawled over to the small TV on his floor. "Imma go grab my switch, we can play some minecraft again. I still wanna find a cat. There are some in villages near our base, so if we..."

Katsuki was definitely not listening. Wait. Wait a second. He didn't want to stop. He just... needed a minute to think it through. Yeah, that's it. He just needed to process... what it would be like.

Y/N's hand was on the doorknob when he finally spoke up. "Wait," He grunted.

She turned to look at him but didn't let go of the door. "Wassup? Not feeling Minecraft?" Y/N glanced at her watch briefly. "I guess it's kinda late, huh? Maybe we just–"

"I don't like when I'm not in control."

Y/N stared at him, hoping he'd elaborate on whatever the fuck he was talking about. "Uh... huh?"

"But maybe... maybe I can, if..." He stuffed his hands in his pockets to try and ease his discomfort after being so honest. "If it's you."

She seemed to catch on now. She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not interested if you're not gonna like it."

"I would. With you, I... think I would."

Y/N's eyes squinted a bit in suspicion. "I dunno if I buy it. You sure, Kat?"

"Don't make me say it again," He grumbled. He couldn't stand how vulnerable this felt and the idea of expressing more made him feel physically ill. The blush on his cheeks was spreading to his neck now. Ugh, he looked adorable.

The silence that followed did nothing to make him feel better. Katsuki couldn't figure out where the hell he should be looking– it was too much to look her in the eye, but looking away felt cowardly.

"Get on the bed," Y/N said. It almost seemed like she was gauging his reaction.

Fighting pretty much every instinct Katsuki had built up over his 18 years, he obeyed, and backed up until his legs hit the mattress and he sat. He leaned back against his hands to avoid the decision of what he was supposed to do with them.

Bakugou watched, chest pounding, as Y/N made her way over to him and slowly straddled his lap, looking down at him. "This is gonna be slow," She breathed. "A lot slower than you're used to." Her head tilted a bit to the side and it made his breath catch in his throat. "Will you be able to handle it?"

"Can you just fucking touch me already?" He grunted. Her weight on his dick was making him throb impatiently. Maybe h ecouldn't handle it.

"Yes or no, Kat?"

"Yes. Fuck, just... just do something." His fingers itched to touch her– he could physically feel the nitroglycerin building in his palms with anticipation.

Finally, fucking finally, Y/N reached down to pull off her shirt. Bakugou could barely breathe when she reached down again to do the same to him. After the fabric slipped over his head his body tensed at the newfound sensation. He spent a few minutes letting his eyes drift over her body, wanting to memorize how she looked right now. "Can I take your bra off?"

Y/N smiled slightly and nodded at him, impressed at how polite and docile he was being. When his warm fingers brushed against her skin to unclip the item of clothing she inhaled sharply, which didn't go unnoticed. Bakugou smirked at her reaction before tossing her bra onto the ground.

This time, Bakugou didn't ask beforehand– he put his hands on her hips and let them glide upward as he leaned in to kiss her again– and just like their last kiss, he couldn't satiate his hunger for her. He nipped at her bottom lip to ask for access, and when her mouth opened slightly he let his tongue wander against hers.

Dammit, he was getting really good at kissing.

Bakugou's thumbs flicked against her nipples as he groaned into her mouth. Her hips shifted and he could barely help the way his hips jolted up to gain more friction; but it wasn't enough.

Katsuki's hands moved back to Y/N's hips as he began guiding her back and forth along his hard cock, and he wished desperately that there weren't so many layers between them.

Y/N seemed to agree, immediately sitting up to slip off her pants. Her panties followed after and he bit his lip when he got to see her this bare. That familiar rush of adrenaline made its way through his body as his chest started to rise and fall quickly– his thoughts were disappearing now, too. All that was in his head was Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, repeating like a goddamn prayer in his mind.

"You too," She said. "Take 'em off."

Bakugou knew he looked too eager when he pulled his pants off in a hurry, but he was getting to the point where he didn't really care. He remembered this feeling– his mind emptying as his actions were dictated almost entirely by how desperately he wanted his dick inside of her. She knew it, too, and was toying with him.

"Get back here please," He said impatiently, grabbing her hand to guide her back onto his lap.

She was going to quip back and tell him how much she liked hearing him say please, but when her thighs touched his as she sat, the reminder at just how warm his skin was shocked her out of it.

He put one hand under her thigh and the other behind her back as he pulled her tighter against him. "That's better," He whispered. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she grabbed his shoulders and began grinding against him again– this time with no layers of clothes between them.

Bakugou started panting at the feeling of his aching cock rubbing between her lower lips, back and forth, over and over again.Holy shit, this was heaven. Holy fucking shit.

That was when Bakugou started feeling powerless to what Y/N wanted from him, and he... liked it. She was using his dick to get off and it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen– but it was also starting to make him antsy. "Holy shit," He gasped. "Holy shit, Tinkerbell... you're this wet?"

Y/N couldn't help but cry out when his hands returned to her hips, trying to make her move faster along his rock hard cock. "There we go. Fuck. You look so fucking pretty grinding on me. Holy shit..." His words morphed into a groan as his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut.

Every little whine and gasp that came out of Y/N's mouth seemed to make his hips move faster and his grip tighten. His arm shot out to grab the back of her neck and pull her closer so he could leave sloppy kisses along her neck, his other hand still guiding Y/N back and forth along his length. "Fuck. Lemme... lemme put it in," Bakugou groaned. "Lemme put my dick in you, please?"

"God, I like when you say please," Y/N breathed out.

"Please, please, please," He begged. "I'll be gentle, I promise. Please lemme put it in." He sounded desperate at this point, but once again, he didn't really care. Not when she felt this good dragging her wet pussy against his erection.

Y/N halted her movements and Bakugou nearly moaned in desperation. He put his hands back on the sheets, gripping them in anticipation while Y/N sat up on her knees. "Katsuki," She said. He looked into her eyes, both of them flushed and panting. "Hold still, okay?"

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

Every muscle in Bakugou's body was clenched hard to keep himself from acting rashly. Don't move, he told himself. Don't fuck this up.

Y/N's fingers wrapped around his cock delicately, making Bakugou shiver as she pressed his tip against her entrance. A drop of her slick made its way down his dick and it took every fiber of his being not to pull her down onto him.

Instinctually his hand went to hold her hip, but with her other hand she snatched his wrist and held him there. "What did I say, Kat?" She said slowly, still not looking away from where they were about to join.

Before he could protest, Y/N finally lowered herself, his dick slipping in with ease at how wet she was. "Oh, f-fuuuckkk," He moaned, unable to stop himself. Once his entire length was inside of her, Y/N sighed out in relief at the intrusion.

"God, your dick feels good," She gasped. "Don't move."

He didn't. He stayed motionless while his entire body screamed at him to grab her and fuck her properly, fuck her deep and hard like he wanted. But he wasn't in charge this time.

Eventually, Y/N started moving; and when she did, Bakugou felt like his entire lower body was on fire. The pleasure was otherworldly. He felt his dick pulse and throb as she raised and lowered herself on him over and over again. He yanked his wrist out of her grasp and with both hands gripped the sheets for dear life.

"Breathe, baby."

Had she said something? Bakugou was pretty sure she did, but whatever it was couldn't be as important as what he was experiencing in that second on his cock. Everything was starting to go white.

A few taps of Y/N's hand against his cheek seemed to bring him back. "Kat, baby, you gotta breathe," He heard her say. Without thinking he started gasping for air– had he really not been breathing? Bakugou heard himself now, panting loudly. With his lungs no longer burning he started moaning.

Y/N's motions didn't stop, and they certainly didn't speed up. Katsuki looked down at where he was entering her and his body shivered at the unholy sight.

"Hey, are you okay?" Y/N's voice sounded miles away. The ringing in his ears from the overwhelming sensations were almost deafening. What did she say?

Then her motions stopped and he groaned. "Nonono, don't stop," He groaned in desperation. His hands seemed to come back to life and he grabbed her waist, the warmth making Y/N's eyes flutter shut as she sighed. "I'll go slow, I just need... shit..."

"Wait. If we..." Y/N interrupted. She grabbed Katsuki's shoulders and rotated both of them, then pushed him down to lay flat on the mattress. His head landed on his pillow as she'd planned and he took several deep breaths as she propped her arms up by his head, looking directly down at him. Then, she sank down again until he was fully inside her.

Bakugou's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation. "God, Y/N, you... you feel so perfect," He groaned. With his hands he lifted her off his cock slightly, then began slowly thrusting into her warm cunt. "Holy fuck..."

Y/N didn't mind him taking over like this, not when he looked this desperate. Bakugou's mouth hung open and his brow furrowed into the most beautiful, fucked-out expression she'd ever seen.

Katsuki's dick was pushing inside at the perfect angle, not letting up against that perfect spot that had her whining above him. "Does that feel good? Right here?" He panted. "Should I keep fucking you right here?" He ended his statement with several punctuated thrusts against her G spot and she nearly screamed at how good it felt.

"Shit. You look so pretty when I fuck this spot," He teased. "Should I keep goin?"

"God, yes," Y/N cried.

Confidence surged through Katsuki's veins and one of his hands left her hips to grab her jaw and force her to look at him. "Say please."

Y/N was too close to orgasm to care that he'd stolen the power back. Her core tightened in desperation. "Please, please don't stop–"

"Again."

"Katsuki, please make me cum, please–"

Bakugou was getting close too, but he wanted to feel her finish first. He let go of her chin and grabbed her hips once more, and instead of speeding up, he made his thrusts stronger and deeper, making sure to abuse the spot inside her that turned her into a mess.

"I'm close," Y/N whined. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop–"

"That's it, lemme feel you cum on me."

And she did. Y/N's orgasm ripped through her, her cunt tightening and pulsing on Katsuki's dick. It was unrelenting– there was nothing she could do as he pushed himself as deep as he could go to heighten her orgasm. Her legs shook while her pussy choked out her boyfriend's cock.

Feeling her cum on him was enough to send him right over the edge behind her. His lower body went rigid and seized, Y/N's walls milking him for all he was worth. "Fuck– Fuck, I'm cumming," He moaned. His cum pumped inside of her and painted her insides with his seed during what was easily the most euphoric orgasm of his life. His hips involuntarily thrusted one, two, three more times, both of their releases making it all too easy to glide in and out of her.

When he finally let go of her hips, Y/N leaned her head back and panted to try and get enough air again. "Holy shit."

His dick finally stopped throbbing inside of her and he closed his eyes in exhaustion. "Yeah... holy shit."

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[whats-wild-to-you]

ok id like to ask for one where the reader is insecure about her thighs being bigger so she has the habit of covering them or moving away when he tries to touch them

then he notices and is all cute and shit and reassures her

then adding in a ”plus… more of u to love while i f--k u“

smut is not needed but greatly appreciated

this ask is so long LOL sorry if its really specific

thank u if u choose to write it (:

why do I feel like Jay might be having a thicc thigh kink? 😏

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"Hey babe, wanna go shopping together?"

Whenever Jay sounded this excited about something, I knew I didn't stand a chance. Resistance was futile, so I nodded and we went on our way.

Strangely, Jay was dragging me towards the women's section of the department store, while I was trying to steer him towards the men's section.

"Wow, look! Isn't this a nice dress?" He asked, holding up a yellow dress that was definitely much too short for my liking.

"When did you start cross-dressing?" I joked in hopes of confusing him.

He ignored my comment and held the hanger in front of me. When I made a disgusted face, he quickly put it down.

"You're right. That's not your color! What about something like this then?" He said more to himself, holding up a pastel green babydoll.

"Not exactly your style, but I bet you can make it work!"

"Be serious for a second!"

"I am! I thought you wanted me to come with you for advice! Had I known you'd be dragging me to the women's section, I would've stayed at home!"

Furious, I stomped off, remembering we had passed by an ice cream place on our way here.

Summer was my personal hell. Not because I couldn't stand the heat, or because I was constantly sweating. No, it was because of my body. My thighs to be more precise.

While everyone told me they were fine, I was always hellbent on hiding them. It worked out better in the colder months, but in the summer I was suffering because of the maxi dresses and long pants I made myself wear.

'Who the eff cares about if your thighs are a little thick?', my best friend would say. 'Nobody's perfect!'

But the thing was, Jay damn near was. How he decided to ask me out on a date when he was surrounded by much prettier girls, would forever remain a mystery to me. But he did. He chose me, and after a while I learned to overlook the nasty, jealous looks I got from those girls. Those with the perfect bodies, not an once of excess fat and thigh gaps. I long suspected that Jay knew about my insecurities, especially since I never let him touch my thighs when we were getting frisky. Anything below my waist was off-limits for his hands.

"Here you are! I've been looking for you!"

"Please! Where else would I be?" There was sarcasm in my voice and Jay sighed before he grabbed my hand and dragged me out and onto the parking lot.

"Where are we going? You didn't buy anything!" Suddenly I felt bad that my immature, insecure self ruined Jay's shopping trip.

"I don't need anything. I wanted to get you something though."

"What? One of those outfits? The only thing you could've gotten me in there were their giant plastic bags."

Jay knew not to cut in when I was going on and on in one of my many self-descructive rants. All he did was place his right hand on my thigh, as he steered through traffic with his left.

Damn, he looked hot doing it! How the hell am I dating that guy? I immediately stopped mid-sentence.

"I think you would look incredible in those outfits! I want to buy them for you! In fact, I'll come back here tomorrow and I will."

"I doubt I'd be wearing such clothes, you know m-"

He squeezed my thigh lightly, which made me shut up once again.

"You're beautiful, your body is perfect. I love every inch of it!"

"Well, I don't."

"You should. I actually had planned the whole afternoon, but I think right now what I need to do is take you back home and up your bedroom, so I can show you what I mean!"

I rolled my eyes at him, but giggled nonetheless. "I mean, you could try!"

[lumivies]

ᴀꜱꜱ, ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ ᴏʀ ᴛɪᴛꜱ?

✿ feat.: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Itto, Scaramouche, Ayato, Albedo, Xiao

content: nsfw, thigh fucking, spanking, sucking on tits, tit fucking, mentions of pregnancy | reblogs & comments are much appreciated!

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SCARAMOUCHE is rather unashamed of how much he enjoys staring at your tits, especially whenever you wear tight clothing or forgo a bra altogether. His gaze is intense enough to make your cheeks flush with heat, and he's not shy to outright grope you either when he's in the mood.

He also shows his appreciation for your chest when he makes you kneel before him with just a simple order, only to thrust his dick, flushed and hard, in between your tits. His precum is sticky on your chest, his smirk is mean, and by the time he's done degrading you for being so eager to do this, you're tearing up.

“Come on, don't be a tease now. Squeeze those tits together some more, will you? There we go—, fuck, that's nice 'n warm. Stick that tongue out too. Fucking slut.”

DILUC prides himself on being a gentleman, but he can't help the way his eyes focus on your tits first before his gaze immediately flicks up to your face, his cheeks coloured red.

It's not his fault either that he grabs your breasts with calloused hands while he pounds into your tight cunt, his groans low and raspy with arousal. You're damn near sobbing when the head of his dick nudges against your cervix, and without even wanting to, Diluc imagines the way you'd look with your tits swollen with milk while you're pregnant with his child.

“You're so damn beautiful, dear. Archons—, ah, I'm close. Gonna fill you up, love, I promise. You're so good for me.”

KAEYA simply loves the way your thighs look, especially when you're wearing those thigh high socks that squeeze some of the fat of them just right. The sight has him staring unashamedly, his mouth watering, and he can't help but paw at your legs, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

Only an hour or so later, he's lying between your spread thighs and sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin, his breath hot against your wet folds as you squirm in need. His smirk is nothing short of teasing, even though his dick presses against the bed, his own impatience just as prominent as yours.

“Oh? Needy already, darling? That's too bad, you'll have to wait for a bit longer. I need to mark you up properly first, you know? So that everyone knows you're mine.”

CHILDE is utterly obsessed with your tits. They're so soft, especially compared to his own lean body, and he's got his hands on them almost at all times. Whether you're cuddling or you're busy cooking, it's certain that he's right next to you, with his calloused fingers kneading your tits or his head resting on your chest.

His eyes are glued to the way your tits bounce up and down and up and down while he thrusts into you, his hips slapping against your plush ones, and he swears he could cum from watching you take his dick so perfectly alone. Whenever he's feeling particularly mean, Childe smirks while pinching and rolling your pebbled nipples between his fingers, and he relishes in the way you cry out.

“Oh, did that hurt, babe? So sorry. I'd never be mean on purpose, you know that, right? Your tits are just so damn cute, can't keep my hands off them.”

ZHONGLI is a simple man; he just can't deny that your ass looks damn good. It doesn't matter what you're wearing; the second you bend over to pick something up, he's staring at you unashamedly, his expression unreadable. He's not shy enough to quickly avert his gaze when you turn back around to him, and because of that boldness, you don't even consider that he's checking you out. (He constantly is, though.)

Your ass looks especially good when it's rippling with the impact of one of his hits whenever he's got you bent over his lap for a spanking. It's not his fault that you behaved like a brat all day — your attitude was basically begging for some discipline. Besides, Zhongli's dick is already hard because of the way you're squirming, and he's sure you're all too willing to sink to your knees and worship your God properly when he's done with your ass.

“Shush. You can take more than that, darling. You have before. Besides, don't try and act like you didn't ask for this. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you were behaving like an insolent brat.”

While ITTO loves absolutely everything about you, he's got a slight preference for your ass, if only because it's so convenient for him to grab in almost every situation. Whenever you're walking next to him, he's got one large hand on your ass, and he holds onto it while you're bouncing up and down on his dick.

His fingers dig into the skin, the slight sting of his claws making you moan and mewl almost as much as his cock does, and he huffs out a laugh and delivers a playful slap to your ass when you suddenly cum with a cry.

“Fuck, babe, you're so damn hot like this. Wanna cum on my dick, baby? Fuck—, gonna cum, gonna fill you up, you're so damn tight.”

AYATO claims that he's a man of taste, which is why he can't deny the appeal of your thighs. Whether they're slim or thick, he wants to be crushed between them either way.

Besides, there's nothing better than your smooth skin glistening with his precum and your own arousal while he fucks your thighs, his flushed cock wedged snugly in between your legs. The way you writhe and squirm makes him chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement at your impatience. You're dripping wet for him, sure, but he can always enjoy your tight cunt later — there's no need to rush things.

“Look at you, darling. You're such a mess already — it's quite pathetic, don't you think? Don't you worry, though. If you beg nicely enough, I'll make sure to take care of you once I'm done, love.”

The way ALBEDO outright gropes your tits is purely for scientific reasons — right? It's only because of research that he has to knead your breasts between calloused fingers; he has to figure out anatomy so he can paint it the right way, of course.

It's less scientific, however, when he convinces you to sink down to your knees in front of him, naked, and to close your lips around the flushed head of his dick. By the time he cums, he spills onto your bare tits, sweat and his semen alike making them glisten, and the smirk curling his lips upwards can only be described as smug. It seems he has truly marked you as his property now.

“Oh my, look at you, all messy now. I guess that truly means you're all mine now, hm, love? That's adorable. Besides, your tits look really good like this — that sight is almost attractive enough to get me hard again.”

At first, XIAO doesn't get why exactly he can't help but steal glances at your tits, but it's not his fault either — right? At least you're not blaming him for it, just like you're not judging him when he asks to touch your chest for the first time.

He's shy about it, too, but eventually, he leans forward to suck on your tits on pure instinct while you're riding him, his lips closed around your tender nipple until you're gasping and whining. Soon enough, Xiao finds that the way you clench around his cock whenever his fangs graze the bud just the slightest bit is simply addictive, and he already knows he'll never be able to keep his mouth away from your chest again.

“You taste so good, ah, fuck—, Archons, I'm close, so damn close. Fuck, don't look at me like that. Come on.”

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[madamxrose]

Hello! Can I request douma with the 'there it is, there's that smile!' prompt? Feel free to ignore this and congrats on 100+ followers! 🎉🎊🥳

♡ Word Count: 547

♡ Warnings: none. just douma being an annoyingly (but cutely) needy lover

❥ A/N: thank you for feeding me more douma content (´͈ ᵕ `͈ ) hope you enjoy <3

Douma’s love was excessive. Mountains upon mountains of gifts; lips constantly kissing your skin; affectionately speaking your name with each breath he took…the simplest of gestures were never quite simple with him. In exchange, he wanted your unwarranted attention.

Douma was always needy, and he had no shame in expressing it.

He sat cross legged on his throne, thigh sturdying his arm, face supported by a palm. Staring at nothing in particular, his eyes flittered between you and different corners of the room. Per request by Douma, you sat in the corner—the sight of you put him at peace during the mundane hours of conversing with his followers.

But today was awfully barren. It had been almost an hour since someone came, leaving him with nothing but a lonesome silence, despite your presence. You'd usually make some small talk with him to fill the space, but you were busy tending to other things—things that didn’t involve him.

He didn’t like it one bit. The distance between you felt more than a few feet. It was a nuisance, really. All he desired was for you to look his way—to focus on him instead.

The constant shower of love and attention by his followers must've gotten to his head, because he'd hoped you'd drop what you were doing. Sure, call him possessive—he had no shame in admitting it. He detested the way jealousy crawled under his skin, like it was an itch that refused to leave. Emotions were supposed to be dream-like; his love for you was proof of it. So why did his fastened heartbeat feel nightmarish?

“(Y/N) dear…” he sweetly cooed. Those two words always hinted at one thing: he desired your attention. Not to mention, his gaze was heavily fixated on your back, neediness oozing from each hole his eyes bore into you. You're already on your feet before he can finish, watching as he pats his outstretched leg, motioning you to sit on his lap.

So you do. Grasping his shoulders, you take in his expression. It's almost pathetic the way his eyebrows raise, pouting his lips to emphasize his desperation. He looked like a lost puppy. You roll eyes, refusing to admit you're slowly caving into his charms.

"Yes dear?"

A hand gingerly holds your face, warmth proliferating throughout the cheek he's holding. His touch is gentle, reminding you that you’re his most prized possession—so beautiful that he didn't dare taint your beauty.

"I missed you~"

Laughter almost escapes your lips, but you refrain. Although it was entertaining to see how far he went for your attention, it would further encourage his needy tendenices. So you keep a composed expression, mentioning how you've been in the same room for him for the past hour, but he insists that even the smallest of distance causes rifts in relationships.

Douma's hand retreats, the cool air hitting your once warm skin. His iridescent eyes watch as his thumb caresses your bottom lip, slightly tugging at it to form a pout. You presume he's leading up to a kiss, but instead, his index fingers replace his thumb, tugging at the corners of your lips—eager to see you smile.

So you do. And he can't help but revel in your beaming expression.

"There it is, there's that smile!"

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masterlist

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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Ateez as boyfriends

Hongjoong: Hongjoong is a very romantic boyfriend, despite his busy schedule he always finds a way to make time for you, even if it’s just curling up with food and a movie. On his days off you can expect simple yet very romantic dates such as stargazing, beach walks and even a romantic dinner. This man wears his heart on his sleeve and is not afraid to show you how he feels, both the good and the bad. He’s not afraid to cry in front of you if he’s overwhelmed or upset, he knows you’ll listen. He’s also the type of boyfriend to write and compose a song just for you and sing it to you. 

Seonghwa: He will always be taking photos of you, if you’re aware of it or not, he mostly likes the ones where you’re not aware because that’s where you’re being your full authentic self. He’s so caring and will always ask if you’re okay and will know instantly when you’re not and would do anything and everything in his power to make you smile. He’d love shopping dates with you and would spoil you, any item of clothing you want, he’ll get it and he wouldn’t let you carry a single bag. 

Yunho: He’s such a baby, he’d love cuddling with you and showering you with kisses, but he’s also such a tease it’s annoying, he’d love to comment on how short you are compared to him, resting his elbow on your shoulder or head whenever you’re stood next to him and even picks you up and throws you over his shoulder unexpectedly making you squeal. He’d also give you cute nicknames like bean, shortcake and peanut. 

Yeosang: Yeosang is the boyfriend who doubles up as a best friend, he’s always cracking jokes, brings the best snacks and will ALWAYS bring the juiciest gossip for you to hear. You two together will be like two old women. Even though there are days where he’ll be relatively quiet he’ll let all of his actions do the talking, holding you close and loving pecks here and there to always remind you he loves you. His humour can also be very fry and at times you’ll think he’s being serious when in reality he’s joking.

San: He’s another romantic type. He’d love dates at coffee shops and museums and would always have a hand on you so he doesn’t lose you, not completely for your comfort more for him. He’d also be the type to quietly sing to himself no matter where he is, if he has a song stuck in his head be prepared to hear him singing it all day. He can also be quite emotional and will turn to you as his shoulder to cry on, there would be days he’d like you to tell him everything is going to be all right but there are also days he’d rather you not say anything at all and just let him ride out his emotions in your arms. He’d also be so loving with his words, telling you all the time how much you mean to him and how he doesn’t know what he’d do without you by his side.

Mingi: Mingi is such a supportive boyfriend, whatever you set your mind to he’ll be your number one supporter, even if he doesn’t think what you’re doing will last long he’ll support you to the end and will constantly tell you how proud he is of you and how lucky he is to call you his. He’d be the type to act like he doesn’t like PDA but you’ll always find he has his fingers laced with yours or his arm around your waist. He’s also such a sweetie with his words, he wouldn’t hold back on how he feels and would just let the words roll out of his mouth.

Wooyoung: HE’S A TEASE, he’s always poking fun at you and would laugh hysterically when you pull a face at him or act mad, he finds it too cute to see you all worked up to the point of wanting to lovingly kill him. When he decides to be nice he’s so cuddly and will constantly be attached to you, even if it’s just he has his hand on your thigh when you’re sat next to him, he always has to be touching you. He’d also love to make you homemade meals, he’d love seeing your face light up with how good it is and his heart would swell up with so much love. He’s also the type to come out with dumb shit in the middle of the night like “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Jongho: He’d be such a protective boyfriend, will make sure you’re close to him in public so he doesn’t lose you and will always have a hand on you not only to keep you close but to show others you’re his and only his, but he’s not too keen on PDA so his subtle touches will probably be his limit.. He’s also the very calm and laid back type and can be quiet at times but when he gets a hyper burst he’s HYPER. You two would have a lot of inside jokes and would always use them when you’re with the other members to see their confused faces and laugh even harder knowing they have no clue what you’re talking about.

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