#on a pillow of blue bonnets

[kalegreeneyes]

fun little excerpt from On a Pillow of Blue Bonnets by kalegreeneyes on ao3

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The image shown is Anna Alma-Tadema’s Girl in a Bonnet with Her Head on a Blue Pillow, 1902, watercolor and bodycolor with some graphite on board, The Ashmolean Museum, Oxford. Image © Ashmolean Museum, University of Oxford.

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How the JJK men sleep

Satoru

Gangly limbs spread, he takes up most of the space as he snores incredibly loudly (and in the morning, he’ll deny ever having done such a thing with an insulted gasp). He’ll be in luxurious pyjamas made of the finest silk imported from the valleys of somewhere he can’t even pronounce, with delicate embroidery and a deep blue shade that he swears brings out his eyes. 

He’ll have a hand in your face, a foot up your ass, a limb hanging off the bed, and drool dripping down his chin and soaking the pillow. Satoru is not a pretty sleeper at all. And he moves around a lot, too. God, does he ever.

One minute he’s spread eagle; the next, he’s ass up and cheek smushed against your pillow. When he wakes himself up snoring, he frowns and reaches for you, snuggling into your neck and muttering something random like date plans or how nice you smell. However, that lovey-dovey display never lasts very long before he’s practically kicking you off the bed and stealing the covers simultaneously.

Then, in the morning, he smiles, completely refreshed and ready to tackle whatever the day throws at him. He playfully pouts at your grumpy face and asks, “Hey, didn’t sleep well? Told you screen time right before bed isn’t healthy.”

Suguru

Very pretty.

He sleeps with his hair tucked into a silk bonnet and lips coated in an overnight moisturising mask, Sleeping Beauty style. On his back, he worries not that the position is giving him nightmares because he knows he’ll get them regardless. There really isn't a cure. He sleeps in a plain T-shirt and comfortable pyjama bottoms. 

On good nights, he’s still and quiet. He might mutter here and there but mostly, he keeps to himself and doesn’t take up more space than he needs. 

On bad nights, though…he’ll wake with a jolt, sweat-soaked and panting. His hand darts towards your body, feeling for heat, for smooth flesh, and he sighs when he finds it. Sitting up, he rubs a hand down his face and tries to catch his breath. Most nights, he can calm himself down by simply watching you sleep peacefully, but on his worst nights, he needs to get out, release his frustrations and do something. Anything. 

You’ll find him out on the balcony, smoking or sometimes just watching the fire of his lighter flicker and dance. He can’t lie to you when asked if he’s okay; the dark circles under his bags and the strain in his movements say it all. 

But, as he beckons you over and you sit in his lap, he soaks up your warmth and listens to your voice, eyes trained on the sunrise, feeling somewhat relieved of the heaviness in his body.

Choso

He’s a backpack. Pressed right up behind you, you try, even asleep, to shake him off, to no avail. The man is clinging to you like you’re a tank of oxygen. Wearing no shirt and just plaid pyjama bottoms, he shivers and shudders in his sleep when you force him to his side of the bed. You can’t sleep with the sound of teeth chattering, so rolling your eyes, you let him scoot back up with you, limbs wrapping around your body. 

Not the loudest of sleepers, he makes cute little noises as he dreams of whatever he’s dreaming of, his hands wandering and groping what they can. It’s not quite sexual; it just seems like he likes to know, even deep in REM, that you’re there. 

No matter the temperature, Choso is always cold without you. As soon as you get up to do whatever, he’s following, half-asleep and grumbling complaints. When you return to bed, he’s right behind, sighing into your hair and getting real comfortable on your side, leaving a huge space big enough for two other people. 

In the morning, you’re practically falling off the bed, held up entirely by his arm as he snuggles you off the bed. He smiles when you sigh and pinch his cheeks. Spending twenty minutes trying to convince you to stay in bed for longer, you’ll have to drag yourself and him out of bed for breakfast, which you spend the entire time cooking with him wrapped around you. 

Toji

Wears only boxers. Well, he used to go naked, but after an argument, or two, he’s learnt his lesson. Something about feeling claustrophobic at night and a man’s right to be in his birthday suit in his own home. Well, anyway, he runs hot, so boxers make sense. He’s the type to be able to sleep on top of the covers in the dead of winter and still get sweaty. He runs so hot, in fact, that cuddling with him can never last too long because soon you’d start feeling suffocated by his body heat. 

It’ll be no surprise to anyone that he snores. He snores pretty loud, actually. When he’s not snoring like a train, he’ll grunt, react to whatever dream he’s having, and scratch his chest as his brows furrow. Sometimes you have to shake him awake to tell him to shut the fuck up, and when that happens, he’ll roll his sleepy eyes and throw a heavy arm over you, pulling you into his chest, partly because he uses you as some sort of pillow and partly to shut you up. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t move around too much. He sticks to his side and doesn’t hog the duvet. But, what he does do instead is smother you. Heavy bastard lays on top of you because he thinks you’re softer than the mattress, and he holds you tight when he’s feeling chilly and needs your body warmth on top of all that ridiculous heat he radiates. 

Not a morning person, he grumbles when your alarm goes off and has, on occasion, been guilty of turning it off and getting you in trouble for being late. You’ll have to jump on him and slap him awake if you want to get started with the day with him. Most mornings, though, he finds ways to persuade you to stay in longer, but not all of them are very PG13. 

Kento

Before you, he used to wear sweaters to bed because he gets rather cold at night. But since you love to cuddle and slide over to his side of the bed, he’s learnt that going shirtless is perfectly fine and is, actually, preferred. Mostly by you, but who is he to argue with his wife?

He's a quiet sleeper. So quiet, sometimes you worry he’s not even breathing, and it sends you into a panic he rectifies when he’s shaken away. Cooing in your ear, he’ll hold your head against his chest so you can hear his steady heartbeat and feel soothed by his reliable heat. Lulled to slumber by the pats he gives your ass, you both find that nights are a very peaceful time especially as he doesn’t steal the sheets. 

No, you often steal his share of the blanket, encroach into his space, and threaten to push him off. When that happens, he sighs and rubs his bleary eyes before grabbing an extra blanket, draping it over himself, and scooting an arm under you so he can carry you on his chest and ensure that you get the closeness you desire and he doesn’t fall off. That wouldn't be very good for his back.

Naturally, he wakes up first. He hates waking you up, but he has many things to do before you get up, like making a fresh pot of coffee, preparing breakfast and lunch, ensuring that your clothes are warming up on the radiator, and having a fresh pump of toothpaste ready on your toothbrush. Oh, and how he loves making sure that the first words you hear are, ‘Good morning, sweetheart’ or ‘Hi, darling, how did you sleep?’

Sukuna

Wears nothing. Why should he wear anything to bed when being naked is fine? Modesty? What a ridiculous mortal notion. It is precisely this shame revolving around every second of your existence that holds back humanity from achieving anything of substance. 

Though he doesn’t snore, he is not a quiet sleeper. He sleep talks. Yes. Yes, he does. Mostly he mutters, and you can’t really make out what he’s saying, but sometimes he also makes proclamations of world domination and quenching his bloodlust. It’s kinda funny actually — he’ll even shake his fist in the air and yell out that he’s the King of Curses. Of course, he doesn’t believe you when you bring it up in the morning. He swears you’re lying or you’ve dreamt it. 

He hates it when you steal his blankets. You should know by now that he is not above snatching it from you in the middle of the night and turning around all frowny. He’s righting wrongs, he says, but the truth is that the corner of his mouth twitches when you get upset and cuddle up behind him to share some of the covers as you should have been doing from the start. 

Neither of you move around too much at night. Which is very odd because, although you fall asleep on your own side, somehow you always wake up up on his chest, cradled by one pair of his beefy arms, face tucked into the crook of his neck, and a hand on his heart. You don’t have complaints; his huge body is pretty comfortable. 

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

crew of the revenge halloween party where everyone goes as a different flavor of captain bonnet:

wee john goes as stede’s fancy party powdered wig 1.05 look (but with more glitter)

frenchie replicates the cursed red suit (it’s only a replica tho so it’s fine, it’s not cursed, don’t worry you guys)

jim goes as all-white gut-stabbed 1.03 stede complete with a loosely tied piece of rope around their neck. remember in 1.06 when they fake tortured a dummy during the fuckery? imagine that much gusto being put into pretending to be stede getting hanged to death at random intervals throughout the party

olu goes as leather pants + slutty blue shirt stede and honestly? he kinda wears it better than stede does

zheng goes as the same stede but with a wooden board tied to the back of her pants to commemorate the time she publicly spanked planked him

fang goes as stede wearing ed’s leathers. this costume involves putting flour on his face to simulate how stede was suffering from severe blood loss in that episode

the swede goes as classic pilot episode teal suit stede and does a dead-on stede impression (picture stede in the background huffing “i don’t sound like that!” and ed kissing his cheek and lovingly saying “yes you do, babe”)

roach goes as 2.01 broke era stede. this costume also involves a pillow and a blanket and occasionally moaning “ed, oh ed” out loud

lucius goes as 1.08 stede pulling an all-nighter to stare at ed and jack through a telescope. nightgown, pink robe, makeup to emulate the bags under stede’s eyes, gripping a telescope for dear life (stede tries to argue “it wasn’t all night” but olu is like “no i was there, it was literally the entire night”)

black pete goes as 1.02 stede with his shirt all ripped up (ed voice: man it’s a good thing he’s already dead bc i could literally kill izzy for not telling me about this)

ed goes shirtless and wears an orange skirt. the crew is like “that’s not a stede costume” and ed’s like “no listen ok. one time i had a dream where stede was a mermaid.” the crew is understandably confused and ed’s just like “had to be there ig” and they’re like “had to be there… in your dream?” and he’s like “yeah.”

archie panics bc she hasn’t known stede for long and everyone took all the good ones that she was actually there for. jim offers suggestions but it’s all s1 stuff and archie’s like “i can’t do the treasure hunt look, i wasn’t there.” eventually she gives up and just shows up fully nude and is like “im stede on the night of calypso’s birthday”

about halfway through the halloween party buttons shows up and de-birds himself, at which point archie sees that buttons is there and is also naked and is like “bro no fair, i called dibs on this stede costume!”

[cxvii666]

“morning sex”

college au! satoru gojo x reader

wc: 1.1k

no smut i was just inspired by the song

“i got too many problems i put off still. for the morning, i'm thinking bout your body.”

starting track...

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oh, the sun feels so good on his bare back, the rays of light dancing along like little fairies warming his body from the outside in. soft music playing in the background, the sound of the birds chirping, satoru gojo nestles into his surprisingly soft pillow and takes a deep sigh.

he's so warm. he could stay here forever.

his pale eyelashes flutter as he stirs and groans, not ready to be woken up from his peaceful moment. probably the best night of sleep he's ever had.

as he becomes more lucid, he inhales softly, and his nose crinkles. what the hell is that smell? it’s becoming more pungent the more his eyes open.

“you alright down there, bud?”

satoru’s eyes fly open and he looks down to see that his super soft pillow is your silky soft, creamy, brown thigh.

bare.

the gulp gets caught in his throat as he trails his head up to where your sat against your headboard, mid-yawn, in a mass of blankets, slightly rumpled and widely amused, looking down at where he's laying.

in between your legs.

the mild panic in his eyes makes you roll your own, as you tap out the ash on your joint. “relax, would you. we didn’t do anything last night if that’s what you’re thinking.”

last night...

satoru can feel the oncoming hangover as he tries to recall. last night? what the fuck happened? he can remember, heavy baselines, drunk cigarettes, laughing at shoko falling down the stairs, suguru laughing at him tumbling down the same staircase, umm, maybe a dare to chug a monster shot of straight vodka.

but you?

he’s trying his best to remember you, but the images in his head are all fuzzy. but if he’s here, in what looks to be your bed, then something must’ve happened, right?

one look at his puzzled face and you start snickering. it isn’t mean, actually, the sound is kind of pleasing to his ears, but it doesn’t feel any less like you’re not making fun of him.

“look at your face,” you snort and use your free hand to itch under your bonnet, “you don’t remember me at all, d'you?”

he scoffs. “of course i remember you,” his blue eyes squint in concentration, trying to picture where he’s seen your face before. “you’re, uhh, one of shoko’s friends, no?”

this time you actually laugh, and it really feels like you’re laughing at him. “no.” you stretch and sit up a bit more against your pillows. “nah, i have classes with your boy, suguru geto?”

“my boy?”

you push air out of your nose in an amused huff. the sunlight makes your face glow, “he’s not your boy?”

“he’s—yeah,” satoru clears his throat, so that’s where he remembers you from, you’re one of suguru’s friends, ‘what the fuck is going on?’, “yeah, we’re boys.”

“yeah, exactly.” you look really composed, maybe this is a common thing for you, or maybe satoru’s still out of it. “could you, maybe, stop that thing you’re doing with your hands? it’s kind of tickling me.”

satoru looks down to where his long, pale fingers have been tracing circles on your bare thigh. your skin is really soft. he flexes his fingers then reaches up to brush the sleep knots out of his hair. he thinks he’s being sly, but you notice his gaze crawl up your leg. you are wearing underwear, huh, and he checks himself quickly—he’s still wearing the joggers he had on last night.

“i like your pokémon boxers,” is all he says, he’s teasing, getting a rise out of people is what he does best.

he notes how your eyes crinkle as you half-smirk, then you move your leg to the side so his head goes smack into your mattress.

he takes the L and lies there face down for a minute until he hears you shuffle. when he looks back up at you with his piercing blue gaze, you’ve got a lighter in your hand and are resparking your joint.

he crinkles his nose again. “inside, really?”

you gesture your head to the doorway and satoru’s heart drops for a second because he thinks you’re about to ask him to leave, but then he sees the rolled-up towel jammed in the gap between the door and floor. you then lazily point to the incense stick lit on your bedside and reply with a yawn. “it’s all about technique, really. besides, the window’s open so hopefully, the smell won’t stick.”

you regard him curiously and wave the joint in front of satoru’s face with a playful lilt. “you want a pull?”

“i haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“c’monnnn, it’ll help with your hangover, maybe relax you a bit too.”

“i am perfectly relaxed,” he snarks as he takes the joint from you, purely to prove a point but, he really means it.

he is relaxed. more than he's been in a long time. the haze of your room is so soft and warm. the sunrise streaming in from blinds mixed with the soft music playing on your speakers paints the perfect scene. and damn, he's perfectly content to stay in your bed all day.

he locks eyes with you, like he's challenging you or something, as he takes a long drag. “so, you sure we didn’t do anything?”

your eyebrow raises as you huff, “wow, d'you really not remember?”

he shakes his head, you can smell his embarrassment.

“i’m not surprised. you guys got mad crossfaded, and then geto ditched you to go link up with the hot girl he’s been talking about.”

“no way? he ditched me for tongue-piercing girl?” he mutters, though his tone lacks any bite at his friend’s betrayal. “fucking bastard.”

“yeah, i bet.” you scoff at him and relax into your pillow. “you weren’t complaining yesterday though, all up in my personal space, kept trying to steal my vape. your rizz could use some work.”

“that was not rizz.”

“no, it really wasn’t- ” you say pointedly, he pinches your thigh with his free hand, and you swat him away. “watch it, and don’t get ash on my bed covers.”

he rolls his eyes and holds down his cough, gesturing for you to continue.

“but yeah,” you sniff. “we were both hella drunk, to be fair. made out for a bit, got to about second base, and then you passed out.”

“i passed out?!” he coughs, like violently. you take pity and pass him your water bottle.

“what? oh, not like pass out pass out. you just fell asleep."

“you don't mean-” satoru clears his throat, his eyes dropping to way your thigh curves, and his fingers tingle with the phantom sense of your bare silky skin, “i fell asleep before we could-”

“mhm.”

“oh, damn.”

“mhm...”

“clearly, you weren’t that exciting if I fell asleep in the middle of—ow," you smack the back of his neck, “okay, what the fuck, calm down woman, it was a joke.”

“whatever. you want the last pull?”

satoru lays back down shakes his head no and you, ever so softly, run your free hand through his hair, gently detangling.

he leans into your touch.

as the paper burn down to the roach, he props himself and watches you toss it in the tray.

“that’s cute.” the ceramic ashtray on your nighstand.

“thank you, i made it myself.”

“cool.”

“you hungry?”

“mhmmm.”

“you wanna get brunch?”

“sounds good to me.”

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[baby-yongbok]

You're So Pretty

Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- Genre: Smut - The Sugary Sweet Type

-`♡´- Summary: “You love seeing me in a bonnet?” -`♡´- Word Count: 3.3k -`♡´- Warnings: Unprotected piv (Safe sex is great sex) - [That should be it] -`♡´- A/N: This is 2000% self indulgent. I've never felt pretty when wearing my bonnet and I've always been so shy about it. I just thought of this idea out of the blue and I've been obsessed with it ever since! This might be some of the fluffiest smut I've ever written and it's really more about the connection than the smut (to me) I hope you enjoy because I love this! + the reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ . All feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading! 💗

-`♡´- Masterlist -`♡´-

The privilege of lazy mornings was not something that Seungmin came across often, so when he had the chance to lounge in the golden morning sunlight shining through the slightly broken blinds of your bedroom he took in every single second of it. It’s been weeks since he’s been able to lay in the tangled sheets with you, watching with starry eyes as you hug more than half of the blanket to your chest. It’s still early, his body has gotten so used to his insane schedule that his eyes opened right when the sun started to rise but he can’t find it in him to be mad about it. Not when he has the best view of his life right in front of him. 

He turns on his side, resting his cheek against his bent arm as he scans your sweet features. Your soft breathing and snores - that you won’t admit to - fill the air around him, a soft smile adorning his lips as he takes you in. Gosh, he’s missed you. Missed this. He reaches forward, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb and pushing away a stray strand of hair that escaped from your bonnet. The pale pink silk covering your hair shines in the orange glow as more of the morning light creeps into the cracks of your curtains. The butterflies on the print nearly come to life in the shimmering glow. 

He gently drapes his arm over your waist, shifting towards you so that he can embrace you properly. He’s never been one for skin ship but in the years that you’ve been together he’s found that you are his only exception. He can’t stand not having his arms around you, the feeling of your soft skin under his touch calms him like nothing else in this world. 

You shift under the new touch, snuggling into his arms and nearly shrugging your bonnet off. He smiles, reaching up to adjust the edge of the cap so that it stays on. You always tell him that your pink bonnet is your favorite and for this reason the elastic is looser than your others. It’s fallen off in the middle of the night more times than you can count, allowing your curls to sprawl out over you and Seungmin’s pillows. 

You hum sleepily as he pulls the bonnet down and he hums back, mimicking the soft sound and making up a melody to lull you back to sleep. His fingers trace over your face, cradling your cheek in his palm. A sigh of contentment interrupts his humming as he traces over your features, he’s already memorized every inch of you but he can’t help but to pretend like it’s the first time he’s seeing you every time his eyes land on you. Your eyelashes flutter as his thumb brushes over your lips and a gentle smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He leans in close enough to feel your breath on his face.

"I know you’re awake" He pulls back, watching as you fight the grin pulling at the corners of your lips.

“I’m not.” A husky chuckle escapes him, the sleep coating his vocal cords making him sound deeper than usual. “I’m sleeping.”

“Oh yeah?” You hum, scooting closer to him and snuggling into his white cotton shirt. “You talk in your sleep now?”

His arm wraps back around your waist, tracing imaginary shapes into your back through your thin tank top. “Mhmm.”

“She snores, she talks in her sleep, I wonder what’s next.” You earn yourself another chuckle as you pull back from him, a scoff leaving your lips as you glare at him. “There go those pretty eyes.”

“I do not snore.” He hums, hugging you back against his chest. 

“You do, don’t worry it’s cute.” It’s your turn to chuckle as your arms find a home around his waist, you mimic his earlier actions, tracing shapes into his back as the two of you lie in the warm silent morning glow. He rests his chin on top of your head, settling into your fluffy bonnet and allowing the scent of your shampoo to flood his senses. “Good morning, princess.”

“Good morning, my love.” Your bonnet starts to slip off again and he smiles against it. You sigh, fisting the fabric and pulling it off of your head, revealing your surprisingly tame curls. “Sorry about that.” A shy chuckle escapes you as you pull away a bit to catch his gaze. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“That thing is annoying and I bet it’s not that pretty to look at.” A deep blush paints your cheeks as you stare up at him. “You always say that you love my hair so I bet I look ugly in the -”

“Never.” His voice is soft yet firm, sweet but hushed. His honey pupils are wide and sincere as they stare back into yours. “You never look ugly, especially not when you're wearing your bonnet. I love seeing you in it, I've always loved it.”

“You love seeing me in a bonnet?” Your furrowed brows meet his slight pout as he slides down a bit to meet your eyes. You both lay your head on his pillow.

 “I do.” His big puppy eyes stay locked on yours as he twirls one of your curls around his finger mindlessly. “You’re stunning all the time but I love it most when you’re comfortable. When I see you in your bonnet, especially your favorite one, I know that you’re comfortable and that makes me the happiest man on this planet. I think that it’s cute.”

“Cute?” You can’t help the blush that runs over your cheeks. You’d be lying if you said that his words didn’t make your heart flutter and swell with love for him but it would be out of character for you to not tease him just a little. “I’m just cute?” He smiles at your pout, running his hand down the curve of your waist.

“You’re not just anything.” You blink up at him, his touch is waking you up faster than any coffee ever could. “You’re cute, You’re beautiful, stunning, hot, breathtaking.” 

His large hand squeezes your hip, pressing his pelvis - and morning wood - against you. Your hand rests on his chest, lazily fisting his shirt as he showers you with sweet nothings. 

“You’re right, you’re not just cute when you have your bonnet on.” He pushes his chest against yours and you move your hand so that your fingers are running through his blonde locks.

“What am I then?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and he mimics it with his response, leaning in dangerously close to the delicate skin of your neck. 

“You’re sexy.” He grins at the shiver he feels run up your spine, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. “Seeing you relaxed in your bonnet is the sexiest thing ever. I love knowing that you’re comfortable around me.”

You sigh into him, the sweet scent of him mixed with his words making you feel dizzy. “Are you comfortable around me, baby?”

“So comfortable, Min.”  He pulls you closer, his soft lips pressing against your forehead. You feel your body relax into his as his lips trail down the curve of your neck. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling safe and loved in his arms. 

“Do me a favor, please?” He reaches behind you, pressing a kiss to your temple and causing a chuckle to tumble from your lips as you press your own soft kiss to his neck. “Put it back on.” 

He holds the pink satin out to you, offering it with a smile as you take it from him. “Usually you’re telling me to take stuff off, this is a first.” He chuckles, his voice sounding more normal now. 

“We’re getting to that part.” He kneads the soft flesh of your thigh as you scoop your hair back into the cap, making sure to get every curl until Seungmin stops you. “Leave this one out.” He wraps the coil around his finger, pulling it down and watching it bounce back. 

“Why?”

“It always slips out when you’re sleeping. I love it.” A toothy school girl smile sweeps your features before you quickly hide it behind your hand. “Nuh uh, let me see.” He moves your hand, holding it in his as he studies your features once again.

“That’s my pretty girl. So cute. So sexy.”  He whispers as he pulls you flush against him, rolling over on top of you and hovering just enough to make sure that he doesn’t crush you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips brush against yours. You let out a small giggle at the sudden movement as he lowers himself onto his forearms. You blink up at him, feeling the sleepiness float away as you get lost in the moment, only able to feel the love and pure desire radiating from him.

 Neither of you speak another word as you simultaneously soul gaze and brush blushed lips over every inch of available skin. Short chuckles and lazy smiles make their way into the mix as your hands glide over the smooth cotton covering his board shoulder and back, you rake your fingers through his hair as he presses his hips into you. Before the two of you even realize it you start grinding against each other, his hips rutting against your dripping core.

 You aren’t sure when you got so turned on but you’re almost positive that your panties are ruined. Seungmin on the other hand knew that he wanted to feel you as soon as his eyes fluttered open and landed on you, he meant it when he said he finds you attractive in your bonnet. Your comfort turns him on more than you could ever know. You do so much for him on a daily basis, you support him through hell and back so when you both have the chance to take it slow and you slip on your bonnet he’s the happiest man alive. It just so happens that his happiness is accompanied by a hard on. 

His lips are relentlessly pressing against yours, kissing, sucking and lightly nipping at your bottom lip. “What are you doing to me, pretty girl?” He’s breathless, whispering against your lips before going in for more. “Making me so desperate for you so early in the morning.”

“I like when you’re desperate.” You smile into the kiss and he mimics you, grinding against your clothed cunt hard and slow. The drag of his cock against your panties is dizzying, your eyelids flutter shut before you can even think to stop them. “You feel so good against me.”

“Can I make you feel good while I’m inside of you?” Sweet kisses are planted along your jawline, an airy moan escapes you and your clit throbs as you try to think of a clever answer but the only thing on your mind is him. There’s only Seungmin. You offer him an enthusiastic nod that he appreciates but won’t easily accept. “Gotta give me more than that, princess.”

“Please, Min, wan’ you inside.” Suddenly you feel sleepy all over again, maybe you’re drunk off of him. His sweet kisses and gentle yet demanding touch, his scent, his voice, it’s all so intoxicating. 

He supports himself on one arm while the other reaches down to dip his boxers down and free his cock. It slaps against your inner thigh and you can’t help but to whimper at the warmth of it as the soft skin rubs against you. He follows but hooking his finger into the gusset of your panties, pulling them aside and hissing a curse once he feels just how wet you are under the fabric. 

“Do you always get this wet when I call you pretty?” His middle finger traces the lightest possible circle around your clit. One, two, three times before trailing down, parting your folds with the same finger and prodding your entrance with the tip. You buck your hips up into his touch, desperate to feel more of him. “Or is it when I call you sexy?” 

His finger breaches your hole, filling you with half of his finger and pumping a couple of times before slowly pulling out and teasing your clit again. “Seung, please, I need you. Wanna feel you, baby.”

“Your wish.” He eagerly drags the head of his cock along your folds, he’d never admit it but he’s glad that you asked to skip the teasing. Usually he’d keep it going but this morning he needs you just as badly. He misses you, all of you.

You gasp as the head of his cock stretches your cunt, your eyes roll back as the rest of his length follows and a moan drags from your throat as he bottoms out, filling you so deliciously that your breath stutters. “Is my command.”

He starts moving slowly, rocking his hips almost lazily into you. He fills you to the brim with each thrust, giving you every inch that he has to offer and making your eyes roll back in pure bliss.

“So pretty like that.” His thumb caresses your cheek as you moan beneath him, slowly coming apart at the seams. “So pretty when your eyes roll back for me, so sexy.”

“You’re pretty too, baby.” You reach up to cup his face in your hands, he melts into your palms. His hips stutter at the contact and his eyes flutter shut for just a second. Your touch is the purest thing in the world to him. You never fail to make him melt. “So pretty, so fine, you’re sexy.” 

“Yeah?” A quick kiss to the tip of your nose interrupts his strokes. An elated smirk adorned his features as he stared down at you with bright golden eyes illuminated by the morning sun. 

“Yea - oh my gosh” You’re interrupted by a moan as the head of his cock drags along your swelling g-spot. That’s when he knows that you’re ready for more. 

“You’re prettier.” He scrunches his face at you playfully as he pushes himself up, still settled deep inside of you. He shifts onto his knees. “You want more?”

“Please, Minnie, more.” You reach for him, intertwining your fingers with one hand while his other pushes your thigh back just enough for him to get a good look at how he’s stuffing you full of him. 

“I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt okay, pup?” All you offer is a nod but due to his own burning desire he decided to accept it this time. He rocks into faster than before, finding a pace that leaves you both throwing your heads back. “My princesses cunt is drooling around my cock. Takin’ me so well.”

Your free hand grips at the sheet while the other squeezes Seungmin’s hand. He leans over and plants sloppy kisses onto your knuckles while his other hand grips at your thigh. The way that you’re clenching around him has him seeing stars and the sweet sounds filling the air around him are only adding fuel to the fire inside his chest. Usually he’d want to tear you apart, fuck into you at a rough and unrelenting pace but not right now. Right now he wants to watch the way that the golden light makes your cocoa skin shimmer, right now he wants to stare into your caramel eyes and get lost in the galaxies inside of them while you squeeze around him so impossibly tight that he has to write songs in his head just to keep his composure or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll get so lost in you that he’ll forget the words to every song that he’s ever sung. Maybe that’s what he wants right now.

“Minnie - min, feel so good ‘s so full, baby.” He picks up the pace just a bit, filling you to the hilt with each thrust. 

“You like that, pup?” Your blissed out expression is all the answer that he needs but he still liked hearing you say it. “Wan’ give my baby the fuck that she deserves.”

“Oh god, right there, Min, please.” Your pussy is fluttering around him like you could cum any second. He shakes his head, smiling down at you with adoring eyes but you’re too busy biting your finger with your eyes screwed shut to notice. That’s fine, you look pretty like that, so pretty that his cock is twitching and he’s nearly ready to bust himself. “Min, Min, Minnie” 

You didn’t even have to actually ask him, he already knows what it means when you call his name like that. His hand abandons its grip on your thigh and his pointer and middle fingers softly - yet firmly - press against your swollen clit circling the bud just how you like it. 

“You’ll make me so happy if you cum on my cock, princess.” You prop yourself up on your elbow, desperately wanting to watch the way that his cock fucks you open so perfectly. “You see that? See how your pretty cunt swallows my cock?” 

You clench around him once his filthy words fill your ears. How could he fuck you so sensually while saying such erotic things? “ ‘S perfect. Was made just for me, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, baby it’s yours. Made just for you.” His hips stutter as you moan for him, his hand squeezes yours where your fingers are still intertwined. The energy around you is pure, loving, sensual, orgasmic. “M- Min I-I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, can I please.”

“ ‘M gonna cum with you, pup. Gonna fill your pretty cunt, okay?”

“Please please, yes.” You drop down, lying back against the pillow and Seungmin follows you so he doesn’t let go of your hand. He hovers over you, keeping the same pace as before while his other hand grips at your waist. 

“Cum for me, c-cum pretty baby, oh fuck.” He wants nothing more than to look into your eyes while you come undone underneath him, shivering and calling his name into the air like a prayer but he can’t help but to allow his eyes to flutter shut as he takes it all in. You feel so good, sound so pretty, so perfect. 

“Oh my- fuck.” You press your hands against his chest, fisting his t-shirt as he pants above you. A couple seconds of silence surround the two of you before you break it, a light chuckle leaving your lips. Seungmin smiles before he even opens his eyes, looking up to meet your sparkling orbs as your sweet chuckle fills the air. 

“I love you.” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear over your glee, you offer him a toothy smile in response as you comb his hair back with your fingers. 

“I love you more.” An airy scoff escapes him as he sits up, trying his best to gently remove his softening cock from your dripping core. 

“Impossible, I love you more.” He groans at the sensation and you sigh at the feeling of semi-emptiness. Seungmin watches for a second as his cum runs out of your cunt, hypnotized by the sight. 

“Nuh uh.” The sound of you closing the drawer of your nightstand and handing him a pack of baby wipes pulls his attention away from the beauty in front of him.

“Yuh huh.” He plucks a wipe from the package, warming it in his hand before starting to clean you up. “If you think you love me more than I guess I just have to show you how much I love you all day.”

Your walls clench at the thought, pushing more of his cum out of you and earning a chuckle from him. “All day, huh?”

“Yup.” He smiles as he throws the pack of wipes to the side, moving to cuddle next to you. You snuggle into his side, staring up into his bright eyes. The morning sun casts a glow over both of you. 

“Does the bonnet stay on?”

“Yes, pretty.” He leans in, pressing his lips against your forehead in a sweet kiss. “The bonnet stays on.”

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[kiraizuzu]

Chifuyu thinking he broke you after giving you a shaking orgasm.

"Chifu'...fuck, a-ah!"

Chifuyu sat behind you with his knees planted on either side of your hips.

His blonde bangs fell across his forehead, tongue lolled out of his mouth as he rubbed his thumb faster and faster in circles on your engorged clit.

Two fingers slipped inside you with very minimal resistance due to how wet you were.

"You're so wet, baby. Couldn't wait for me to get off of work so I could come fuck you, huh?"

His aquamarine eyes settled on the juncture between your spread ass cheeks and the creamy translucent substance coating your inner thighs.

"Mmm, Fuyu...feels s-so good..."

You murmured with your cheek pressed against the cool silk of the pillow. Your bonnet had slid halfway off of your head, but Chifuyu fixed it for you and laid a soft kiss upon your tawny cheek.

It was almost embarassing how close you were to cumming just from Chifuyu's fingers playing with your swollen clit, but he was so good at it that he'd often make you come several times from his fingers alone before he even put his cock in you.

"That's right, baby. You close to cumming all over my fingers, aren't you?"

He sped up his actions, thrusting deeper with the two inside and pressing his thumb down directly on top of the little button, moving it from side to side.

Your thighs enclosed around his hand and began to quiver which made Chifuyu grin like a Chesire cat.

"Come on, open up for me, babe. Trying to get you there, sweet girl."

"'Fuyu, I can't! You're about to make me cum, you-!"

A soft gasp left your parted lips as a harsh shiver raked through your entire body. Chifuyu's hand was definitely stuck between your legs now as you shook and convulsed.

His eyes widened in shock. Usually, you might shiver a bit while cumming but you'd recover quickly.

Panic began to sink into his chest and he ripped his hand from between your legs like he'd been burned when you didn't stop shaking. Your head twisted to the side and you drew your knees up towards your chest.

"Shit! Oh shit...baby? You okay? Y/N?"

Baji often spoke to Chifuyu about all the women Baji himself had fucked with and how he always had them shaking and cumming all over themselves, but Chifuyu just took his words with a grain of salt, attributing it to simple "locker room talk."

He didn't actually think that a 'shaking orgasm' was a real thing, which is why he was so horrified at your body's reaction.

Poor thing was getting ready to grab his phone and call an ambulance when you opened your eyes and smiled up at him sweetly.

"Y/N! Are you alright?!"

"Mhm. That was amazing, 'Fuyu. Why are you looking so scared?"

He grabbed your hand and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it.

"Because I was. You should have seen the way you folded in on yourself like you were in pain. I thought I hit the wrong thing and made you have a seizure or something."

You couldn't stop the giggle from leaving your lips as you looked up into his wide baby blue eyes.

"Oh, Bunny, you're so cute. I don't know if what you just said is possible but that was one of the best orgasms you've ever given me."

"Really?" He bit his lip shyly, cheeks warm and as red as cherry tomatoes.

"...Can I maybe try it again?"

[cindol]

cotton candy princess and her peppermint knight

gojo satoru x black fem reader

tw + — semi rushed , two timeskips, smut, more plot than smut, onomatopoeia used, candyland fantasy au ,

cw + — reader has a nightmare before, reader has a wet dream , reader and gojo having a past fling is mentioned , candyland fantasy au , slightly ooc, satoru’s hair is white with red highlights, gojo has a slight personality switch in the later half, gojo calls reader princess teasingly, gojo is a full human,

syn — reader helps his dear princess when she wakes up from a very detailed dream,

a / n 🍭 : had one hand on the phone and the other on my hoohah .

back to candyland . ​divider creds : @ / anitalenia

17+ ( but I can’t control anybody’s fingers so beware . )

When nanami wasn’t there gojo was for your lonley nights in the kingdom. He knew your frequent nightmares and he thought this would be one of those nights. Sitting outside of your door on guard for you tonight.

On this particular sunday knight while just fooling around on patrol outside of your room he heard you finally make a concerning noise made him jump up and open your doors.

You were there in your bed sitting up, your eyes wide, pink jello bonnet off, your pink cotton candy fro showing and you breathing heavily in a frightened state.

gojo ran over to you immediately coming to your aid. “Princess?! Are you alright?” His blue eyes were as wide and his aquamarine pupils small. If this was a different scenario he’d joke on you but now was not this time as your personal knight.

Seeing him come to your comfort made your heart beat relax. You coughed, clearing your throat. “I-I…- I think I’m fine, just a nightmare.”

gojo made a small chuckle, not at your feelings but just how he could relate.“know that all too, some monster came in your dreams or something?” He half joked now sitting on the edge of your bed.

His small quip got a smile on your face, joking in a serious situation was inappropriate but gojo knew just the perfect timing.

“Worse but I wouldn’t want them to bore that bjg head of yours.” your jest was more of you wanting to really not worry gojo, you knew how he wouldn’t keep quiet and tell the closest person to you that worries enough.

He whirred, scratching his white hair and the red highlights in them. He badly wanted to press the issue further but he knew just how you were and left it alone.

Still, he pouted at your little quip but played.“aw.. just when I wanted to fill this big head of mine with some juicy information.”

You made some small tittering at that.“wellll.. could use my good buddy as my personal body pillow, don’t think you mind do you? Not that you’ve ever mind the other nights…” the last part you murmured but that was loud and clear to gojo making him now grin like a Cheshire Cat.

“Oh? So now I’ve resorted from now the friend you fuck to your personal plushie.”

See, unbeknownst to nanami or anybody else you and gojo’s had such a good princess and knight relationship because you two had such a history of having a fling and such. You wouldn’t dare to announce this fling to the public because only god knows how terrifying the public spectacle would be. Nanami should know of this but you just wouldn’t.

“Just get that shiny peppermint armor off and join me in bed you ass.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.

You woke up again. This time from a very detailed dream about your friend gojo right next to you. You couldn’t help but just sit looking at his gorgeous face, it was rare to see him in just his white t-shirt instead of his white and red scented armor. His hair was messy with one strand of his red highlighted hair sticking up and light snoring.

On one hand you wanted to just let your knight sleep for once but on the other hand, your pussy just had to want attention after that vivid dream.

And you would unfortunately listen to the thing between your legs.

You thought gojo would be pissed that he had to be waken up just from you being needy but gojo wasn’t a normal man, he could be just as lustful as you and for you.

It didn’t take any convincing to get gojo to coax the aching warm feeling between your legs. Matter a fact he actually took action to put your leg on his shoulders to feast better.

When you looked down at him he had a toothy grin on his handsome face then did a tsking sound looking at your cunt.“tsk.. if it was this big a problem you should’ve woke me up a little while ago.” His tone was so cocking just tapping at your brown thighs that were on his shoulders.

a slight blush was on your cheeks at his almost teasing tone.“I’m not so hungry for it as you satoru, I can pace myself.”

“And yet you woke me up with your pretty face in my view.” You didn’t have any good bite back to that and just turned your face waiting for him.

He took you by surprise when his licking your cunt went from soft and slow to fast and him sucking your clit and holding onto your thighs more with his hands.

You gasped at how he was eating and licking at your box like he was starving for it as if he didn’t eat for days.

You couldn’t make out any words but sounds of moans and babbling while you looked for a loc of his hair to grab onto and pull for some comfort against him eating you out with such hunger.

“Mmph satoru! Please!” you didn’t know what you were begging for, just something to make him slow down but that just made him giggle and stop making you whine.

No amount of your whines and unintelligible babbles stopped him though. He was a knight, when you told him what you needed he was getting the job done.

While still munching and licking at you like a dinner plate his blue eyes met yours for one moment.

splat !

There was silence from gojo while he swallowed what cum you splattered on his tongue, an embarrassed look on your face then his boisterous laugh.

[ayeyolooo]

sharing a bed with them!

GOJO!

(gojo, inumaki, geto, yuji, choso.)

GOJO!

“Satoru MOVE!” you said nudging him in his bareback with your elbow. he winced. “Owww y/n you move!” he sucked his teeth and pushed you closer to the edge of the bed. “if you push me off i promise you you coming down with me.” you said sitting up and placing on your bonnet. “ouuu do you have another?” he pointed at your pink bonnet. “no..” you side eyed him, you seen his pout which caused you to roll your eyes and walk to your dresser. you grabbed a blue bonnet and threw it at his face. “AYEEEE PERFECT THANK YOU Y/nn!!” he said doing a dance before placing it on his head. satoru was spending the night at your house because he was your childhood bestfriend and this was something that the both of you did daily. spend the night to eachothers house every friday, go home on sunday.

“listen, do not kick me. don’t put your big feet in my back, do not snore in my ear—.” saturo cut you off. “—y/n your mouth is moving like a rat.. i don’t care what you’re saying because you can’t kick me out of your room.” he said clasping his hand over your mouth and rolling his eyes. “OUCH!” he retracted his finger back as fast as a retractable lanyard. you had just bit him and he just looked at you like you were crazy. “okay run me my rounds right now l/n.” gojo said standing up on your bed having his thin silver chain dangle in the air. “boy sit down before i go tell my momma n she whoop you.” you chuckled. “or what?” he lightly slapped your cheek in a joking manner. he’s joking guys

“oh no you didn’t.” you said eying him. “and did whatchu gone do about it?” he said slicking his thumbs in his ears and wiggling his fingers with his tongue out. “bet.” you replied standing up having gojo scream like a girl and run around your room. “WAIT Y/n WE COULD TALK SBOUT YHIS!!” he laughed. “NO!” you hopped over the bed and grabbed a pillow before jumping on him and attacking him with the pillow. ‘birds of a feather’ by billie elish was playing in the background as the room filled with your giggles and gojo’s warm laugh. your mom busted through the door with a black belt in her hand. mind yall you are almost adults (18 and 19) “why are yall in here making so much noise?” she played with her robe and looked at the both of you for answers. “well?” she asked tapping her foot and placing her hands on her shoulders. “i don’t wanna hear another sound from this room.” she said walking out of the room. both you and gojo looked at eachother and tried to hold your laughs in. by “alright let’s go to sleep sat.” you chuckled and fixed the bed, gojo . you laid on your side, gojo on his side. you turned out all of the lights having it be pitch black dark. you felt gojo’s long foot touch yours. “move biggie.” you said pushing his foot away with yours. “you should be the last one calling someone biggie ms. disco ball.” he said by placing his foot right back where it was. you just laughed and rolled your eyes, you shifted and turned to saturo who was just starring out of the window. “we have to say our prayers.” you whispered having him perk up. “i thought you’d never ask.” he smiled gently before grabbing your hand and started praying over the both of your sleep. “goodnight y/n.” gojo kissed the top of your forhead. “goodnight frosted flake.” you kissed his cheek and turned around to your side of the bed. before you know it the both of you were knocked out sleep.

awww she called him frosted flake😭😭🫶🏾. i hope you enjoyed!! jesus loves you :)

[obs3ssedd]

; this is his last visit.

❣︎ — 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 this is for all the shigaraki lovers (including me). this takes place in season 5 so slight spoilers but it’s not a big spoiler, so I hope you guys enjoy 🫦.

next story is bakugo!

❤︎︎# — SHIGARAKI this was going to be his last visit he did for a good awhile. It made his heart clench. a feeling that was entirely new to him, he won't be able to see, or even touch you..the thought of not being able to do those things made him irk but he had to do it. since his quirk— decay has gotten a lot stronger and more adapted the doctor agreed to giving tomura what he wanted.

the league or anyone else hasn't said anything to you yet from his order— wanting to tell you himself. so here he was, by your bedroom door watching you sleep. you looked so..peaceful. you were hugging a pillow with the covers half off your body wearing the little bonnet he had gotten you. he sighed walking towards the side of your bed crouching down a bit, luckily since he had gloves on he got to touch you one last time. he placed his hand on your cheek, with a short smile something he's never genuinely done before. you shifted a bit feeling a cold hand on your skin, groggily, you epened your eyes. It was blurry but once you gain vision you were able to see, tomura was in front of you and he looked..a bit different?.

his usual blue hair was now white, his face looked more sharper and clean and his body? he was more muscular, he was wearing a black shirt that hugged his body really well. what was he up to?. almost immediately you placed your hand on top of his, yawning. "you didn't break my door this time did you?." you joked, tomura shook his head with a small smile, "no, I didn't." and his voice too? more deeper and raspy. but you nodded your head, "you sound different..let alone look different. you hit puberty?." you joked now sitting up as tomura rolled his eyes with a sarcastic laugh, "funny. but no I didn't, I assume it has something to do with my quirk adapting.." you spoke a small 'oh' as you took a. strand in your hand. it looked nice. “would you be mad if I said this hair color fits you more?.” he shook his head with a small grin, you also smiled.

"good, because it does. I’ll miss the blue hair though” you chuckled “..but what're you doin here? aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?." he hoped you wouldn’t have asked this question, you seen the reaction on his face. he looked..upset? furrowing your eyebrows you grabbed ahold of his hand. "what's wrong my love?." your soft voice..his hand twitched against your own looking down, "this will be my last visit for awhile." confused. "what do you mean, last visit?." he looked up this time, "doc agreed to give me what I wanted after I proved myself to him." he looked down at his hand, but..doesn't that mean..your eyes widen a bit, "I don't know how long It'll take bu—!." you cut him off by hugging him tightly. he almost fell over by how fast your Impact was but Instantly wrapped his hands around you, his heart clenched again. he didn't want to leave you but after so many long months— years..he finally got what he wanted.

from the tremble of your body tomura knew you were crying but trying so hard to not make It noticeable. you clenched tighter against his neck not wanting to let him go, but you had to. shigaraki softly caressed your hips letting this moment sink In. never in a million years would he had thought he would feel like this, clenching heart, smiling..you were the only person to get him to break. to be so soft too, he would do anything for you, kill for you. he loves you. after a few minutes or so you pulled back from him with a smile of your own, tomura looked at you with soft eyes placing his hand on your cheek wiping away the remaining tears. you looked so pretty when you cried. "as long as you come back to me I'll be fine." you chuckled, he gave another small smile, "I always come back to you sweetheart."

"I'm holding this against you." you teased leaning In to take his lips with yours which he Instantly accepted. the kiss was soft and warm, yet so meaningful. the kiss you shared soon broke apart, leaning your head against his, ”you have to promise me one thing.” he spoke, you looked at him with a nod, “anything.” he breathed In then out, “stay out of the city. I don’t want you caught up in that mess let alone getting hurt. so promise me.” the look in his eyes were serious. despite being confused of this request you nodded your head, “I promise.” he nodded, “good.” — "despite that, how long till you leave?." shigaraki hummed, "not till tomorrow." — "then let's make the most of this.." when you said this, he instantly knew what you meant. you wanted to cuddle with him, laid in bed with him. right when you hit your comforter again laying on his chest, you fell asleep. even though you didn't want too, sleep took over you almost immediately. but as for shigaraki he couldn't sleep knowing this is the last visit before awhile, he traced a long your back and hip sighing. he's going to miss you so much. he knows the league will take care of you by his orders but it still ached him that he had to leave you. all the hate he has in his heart he was able to make a tiny space just for you.

his one love.

[latenightdaydreams]

I know you write a lot of Konig smut... But how do you feel about fluff? Like baking with Konig, or having a family with him or something like that. Your writing is so fantastic and I love reading it so much! You should write for yourself at some point too! You are an amazing awesome human! Have some snacks and water and get plenty of sleep! Have a wonderful day/night!

I do write fluff but then delete it because I think its corny 💀 I appreciate you so much! I am beyond thankful for all of your support and kindness! I hope you also take care of yourself and have an amazing day/night! I hope you enjoy this story!🥰

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Homecoming (fem)

Fluff!

Master List💗

>cw: fem/afab, pregnancy, glossing over pass lost but nothing deep

1.1k word count

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König has been deployed the last 4 months but today is his homecoming, and the day you get to share your big news with him. Your belly has been growing for the last few months since you found out you were pregnant right after he left, exactly 8 weeks at that time.

The oven’s timer goes off as you stand slowly from the couch and waddle over to the kitchen to the the cookies you made for him out of the oven. It has become a tradition to bake for him once he comes home. Grabbing the sifter, you dust the cookies with vanilla sugar, the kitchen smelling heavenly.

Your hair still in your pink bonnet and wearing one of König’s shirts that is covered in flour from baking, you decide to go upstairs to begin getting ready. The bathroom filling with steam and the smell of your lavender body wash as you gently wash over your stomach.

“Daddy is going to be so surprised when he sees you,” your voice so tender while talking to your unborn child. The sex of the baby is still unknown since you wanted to be surprised with König.

Once out of the shower you dry yourself off while deciding what to wear. You always like to dress up for when König comes home, it is a special occasion after all. After a while being indecisive, you put on a yellow summer dress. Styling your hair in the way you know he likes; you walk out of the bed room and make your way back down stairs.

It’s a bright and sunny spring day so you decide to open the window to let the breeze in. You look over at the clock near you, 11:23am, you still have three hours until he is supposed to arrive. Feeling exhausted you decide to take a nap on the couch. You set an alarm on your phone so you can be awake before he gets home, and you lie down.

One hour later König unlocks the front door, eager to see you again after months apart. As soon as he opens the door he is hit with the sweet aroma of vanilla. A smile comes across his face as he steps inside and begins to take his boots off by the door, dropping all of his gear. It felt good to finally be home.

“Liebling? I’m home.” He calls out to with, but gets no response.

He begins to walk into the house and makes his way to the kitchen where he sees the homemade Vanillekipferl you’ve left cooling. He pulls his mask down and places it on the counter as he reaches for a cookie and eats one. His eyes looking around for you.

“Liebling?” He begins to walk towards the steps, assuming that you’re in the craft room.

That’s when he sees you asleep on the couch in the living room. König stops in his tracks as he smiles looking at your face squished against the blue throw pillow, snoring lightly. His eyes trailing down to your breast in your dress and then… wait. He thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him for a split second as he begins to approach you.

Kneeling down in front of you his hand slowly reaches out to feel your stomach, swollen with his child. “Hallo mein Kleiner…” His voice so soft. His hand rest on the harden curve of your pregnant belly. His eyes drink you in and how your body was changed. A million thoughts running through his mind but all he can focus on his how he has never seen anything as beautiful as you pregnant with his child. He is the luckiest man in the world.

His eyes shift to your face as he reaches out with his other hand, “Liebling, I’m home.”

Slowly you stir in your sleep, feeling his hands on your body. You slowly open one eye and see Königs blue eyes. Instantly you feel energized and sit up.

“König!” You sit up on the couch and he leans in to wraps and arm around your body as the other lingers on your stomach, his lips eagerly finding yours.

He tastes your lips and he breaths your scent in. He can’t explain the ways in which he has missed you. He slowly pulls away and looks into your eyes and down to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

“Schatz,” his hand gently moves over your stomach. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“At first I wanted to make sure the pregnancy would stick,” you two have been through some losses together already, “then when it did, I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, I am surprised.” He chuckles, “You make such a beautiful pregnant woman…” His eyes trail over your changed body. He has seen your weight fluctuate over the years and he has never seen you as anything less than perfect. With his baby growing in your womb, you look like a goddess to him.

“Do you know what we are having?”

“No, I had the doctor write it down, put it in an envelope, and I haven’t opened it yet. I’ve been waiting for you to come home.”

König’s eyes lit up at the knowledge he gets to share this moment with you, “Wo ist es?”

“Its in my bed side table-” Before you could finish König jumped up to his feet and ran up stairs to grab the letter.

You stand and go towards the steps but König comes rushing back down before you go up. He scoops you in his arms bridal style and kisses your head before sitting down on the couch with you on his lap. In his hands he has the letter with your baby’s sex in it.

“Do you have a preference?” You ask as you caress the back of his head and play with his blonde hair.

“I don’t, do you?”

“No, I’m happy either way.” Your voice is giddy with excitement that the time has come.

“You ready Schatz?”

“I am.”

König opens the letter and pulls out first a sonogram. His eyes twinkle as he sees the 3D imagine of his baby’s face, blown away how he can see they already have his lip shape and your nose. You can see the emotions building that he tries to suppress. You both look through the sonograms until you get to the gender reveal.

“I- I have no idea what I’m looking at.” König says as he begins to laugh. You laugh along as you nod in agreement.

“He said he wrote it down,” You opened up the envelope again to see if we missed something. You found the slip of paper with the sex and You held up the folded piece of paper. “Ready?”

“Ready Liebling,” he kisses your cheek.

You unfold the piece of paper and his arms wrap around you tightly as you both begin to cry from excitement. The excited shouts can be heard from outside as you both celebrate the news.

[kalegreeneyes]

Hey!

when is the next chapter of blue bonnets coming?i really love the fic and am deeply invested in it. can you pls tell us to when to expect the fic being updated?

Hi anon!!! I have no idea when you sent this but I hope you can see the response! I’m hoping to have the next chapter up by the end of June!!

I know it’s been a long time and that’s a long time still, but I’ve needed the hiatus to get things done and work on a few other things, but it’s almost time to get back on it.

I’m so so glad you’re invested and that you’re enjoying blue bonnets, it’s my pride and joy and i cannot WAIT to get back into it 💜

[sleepnowmychild]

Hypnos fashion because I'm autistic about him.

Ok listen,,, I'm special intrest brained so heres my guide to adding Hypnos vibes into your outfits.

Personally, I see Hypnos vibes in Motute, Vintage nightwear and babydoll type styles. The sleepy motif comes through there. So I'm kinda using them as a basline here (also just becuase i like alt and vintage fashion).

Colours: white, grey, black, purple, blue.

motif/prints: poppies (ovbi), stars. swirls, moons, clouds, teddies, sleeping animals, stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, plaid (like classic pj pants), nursey print, characters like care bears/ little twin stars etc. sparkles, if you want a more gothic approach (bc of his nightmare associatons and being twin to death etc) make the stuffed animals all stiched up or posessed looking, patch work/ granny squares, wings, lavander.

textures: frills, soft and fluffy fabrics, fleece, wool, chiffon, flannel, silky, quilted, crochet.

styling: pyjama pants as regular pants, night gown slips over blouses or regular shirts, oversized coats and jumpers, eyemasks as headbands or around neck, bags/coats made from old quilts, fuzzy/frilly/slouch socks, frilly collars/ trims, peter pan/ sailor collars.

acessorries: lace chokers, bonnets, bows, beanies, stuffie backpacks, star/moon/cloud/swirl charms on jewllery, fluffy ear warmers/headphones, star/wing hair clips, poppy crowns,

examples:

for the best effect, find your nearest gothed out Thanatos devotee and walk around together like the twins from the shining :)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

By His Command 2

Summary: you meet the wife. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, possible pregnancy and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: Thank you for reading! Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

“Take your boots off,” the martha girds.

You unbutton the red boots and step out of them. You scoop of your valise once more and face the woman in green. She is already marching further inside.

The martha leads you down a long hallways without a word. You keep your head straight. The aunts always told you to keep your eyes to yourself. Those lessons did not come easy. Reflexively, you put your hand over your ear, expecting a blow at the very thought of peeking.

You pass open doorways but your attention is fixed on the hem of the martha’s dull green smock. She goes to the left, another wing of the hallway, not as far until she turns again, then stops completely. She steps to the side and puts her hand against her apron.

“Your room. You will sleep here and in the mornings you will not come out until you are summoned. Understood?” She explains sternly.

“Yes,” you answer.

“Go inside, put your bag down, and wait.”

You look at her but she refuses to meet your gaze. You quickly retract and turn instead to the closed door. She reaches to twist the handle and push in inside. You don’t miss the sliding latch on the outside.

You enter and she pulls the door shut. It brushes your skirt, nearly catching the fabric as it hits the frame. You spin and stare at the barrier, the metal bar on the other side scraping into the hoop. You’re locked in.

The iciness of the exterior seeps into the small room and nips at your layers. You shiver and place your valise on the low dresser against the wall, the paint peeling away from the aged wood. The weight of your bag causes it to creak.

You slip your gloves off and lay them beside the valise. You tuck your hands in your sleeves and retreat. Not far as the room isn’t very spacious. A bed with a rusting metal frame, a contrast to the pure white bedding pulled taught across the mattress. You push your hand beneath the pillow and feel the lumpy surface. It is at least a place to sleep. 

You look up and stare at the metal bars across the window. The frame was recently whitewashed but cannot hide the scratch marks etched into the wood. You try not to think of it.

Your steps groan in the floor as you carry on to the doorway to the left, the only aside from the entrance. A simple bathroom with only a toilet and a sink. There is a slightly dingy smell to it. Odd to think that in a house so resplendent from the outside, that it should hold such a pathetic cell.

You flinch as you hear a metal schlock and you back out of the bathroom. You turn and face the door as it opens. A woman in blue enters, a hat pinned to her spiral blonde locks, a hit of brown reaching to her ears. Her thick straight brows draw together as she raises her chin. You gape at her senselessly. This is the wife.

“Closer,” she beckons you forward with a fine leather glove.

You obey, edging nearer as her eyes bore into you. You watch the wall over her shoulder as you force your shoulders straight. You squeak as she yanks on the string of your bonnet and tears it away. She drops it and grabs your arms, turning you as she clicks her tongue.

When you face her again, she braces your hips and squeezes, feeling along your stomach as you try not to squirm. She lets you go but frightens you as she latches onto your chin, forcing you to look her in the face.

“Pray that you can do your duty,” she sneers.

You swallow tightly, trembling as her dark eyes pierce you like daggers.

“Blessed be the fruit,” you recite.

She glares at you, stepping forward as she bears down on you, walking you back as she grips tighter and tighter.

“I asked for a strong one,” she shoves you and you flail back onto the bed in a heap of flapping fabric, “don’t fear, it won’t be long. He’ll make short work of you.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and blink at her dumbly. She scoffs and shakes her head, turning on her heel and strutting out. She slams the door in her stead and the lock chafes into the ring. 

The hollowness of that place settles over you. Not like the center where the other girls cowered with you, where their weeps kept you company. It’s only you now.

[starryixora]

Gilded- Bucky Barnes x Female! OC

"My whole life, I've tried to avoid fighting, but it always has a way of catching up to me. Maybe that's because it's what I've alway been. A fighter"

Andrea Rhayn has everything. A successful career at S.H.I.E.L.D- the most renowned intelligence agency in the world, thriving friendships with the Avengers, and a lavish D.C. penthouse in the center of the city with her best friend. But when she becomes entangled in Steve Rodger's pursuit of the Winter Soldier, she's faced with risking everything she's worked so hard for. Will Andrea help the most ruthless assassin in the world seek peace, or continue to run from her own turmoil?

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PSA: there’s no trigger warnings or anything right now either! But it can get a little dark in the coming chapters

this is also not beta read too so give me some grace 😬

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Chapter 1: Promotions & Orders

Another S.H.I.E.L.D Victory: Captain America Stops Mercineries and Saves Hostages

Andrea’s eyes scan over the newsletter for the fourth time before she lets out a coarse laugh. Really? I’m the one who strategized the whole thing. Cap just followed my orders. She thought. Ever since being promoted to an Executive, Andrea’s noticed a trend in S.H.I.E.L.D: debriefing headlines don’t feature the real victors.

Andrea groans when her cell's ringtone goes off. She curses under her breath as she reluctantly taps the answer button from her bedside table.

“This is Rhayn,” Andrea answers plainly, wiping her palms across her face in an attempt to brush off her initial frustration.

“Andi! Where are you?!” Andrea’s shoulders relax at the familiar raspy voice blaring through her phone.

“Hey, Nat! I’m not in yet.”

Speaking of in, Andrea’s reminded that she should be getting up from bed. She turns over on her mattress and is met with the time- 9 AM.

“Crap,” Andrea whispers under her breath. Maybe her promotion is getting to her head-and sleep schedule.

“You’re not in?!? God, I thought you just got a pay raise, not a shift change.” Andrea scoffs dramatically at Natasha’s remark.

Along with Steve Rodgers, Natasha Romanoff was Andrea’s first friend when she got here, and the first to genuinely welcome her to S.H.I.E.L.D. Everyone else was too busy seeing her as an alien- although that’s not exactly far off from what she is. “No, I got both. I've actually been blessed with being the higher authority instead of taking orders from one. So I make my own schedule,” Andrea replies as she swings her feet off the side of her bed, already missing her soft duvet and silk pillow sheets.

“Something tells me that you’re not even out of bed, hun. Be here in 60 or I’m tattling to your boss!” Natasha hangs up abruptly as Andrea pads to her bathroom sink. She's left to her devices as she removes a mane of curly hair from under her bonnet. Andrea’s ringlets bounce to attention from under it, wildly sticking out from her head, disregarding her efforts to calm them the night before.

Yeah right, like she’ll be ready in less than an hour.

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As Andrea settles into her office at the Triskellion-S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, she glances at the gold-plated plaque perched on her desk. Andrea Rhayn (Level 2): Special Operations Executive Coordinator. It’s just a stupid plaque, words don’t mean anything. Andrea thinks, drumming a pen against her chin. But it means everything to her. Shows her where she came from and where she’ll go- if they can stop mercenaries from hijacking cargo ships.

“How’d we do?” Andrea whips her head from her desk and her lips curve into a smile as she's met with friendly blue eyes.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. America himself!” Steve Rodgers greets Andrea in a quick embrace.

“We almost didn’t pull it off.” He says, pulling away to make eye contact with her, his eyes glinting with their usual playful spark.

“Sure…” Andrea says flatly, rolling her eyes. “I saw your headline, Steve. I’m sure you were fine.”

“You know that's not true.” Steve objects, “You’re the brains behind every single mission. That headline is yours. We both know that, Andi.”

Andrea sighs, running a hand through the ponytail she slicked back earlier that morning. “Do you have a report for me? Where’s Nat?” She changes the subject, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her dress slacks as she sticks her head out of her office’s door frame, waiting for a scarlet-haired woman to appear.

“Nat’s meeting with Fury, giving more intel. Hostages are secured, and-”

“Good.” Andrea interrupts, “I expect nothing else. This is like breathing for you guys.”

“Yes ma’m.” Steve throws up a stiff salute, flashing a smile. “Well, I outta get out of here, Rumlow also needs a report.”

Andrea frowns. “Level 3 agents don’t have clearance for classified mission reports.” He’s lucky Fury even let him in on this one.

Steve shrugs. “So, should I give it to him? He seems pretty adamant”

“Yes. Just keep me updated if he asks for any more reports.” Andrea answers, walking Steve to her door.

Steve nods and retreats out of Andrea’s office, shutting the door behind him. What does Rumlow need with a report? Andrea asks herself, pacing across her room. Level 3 agents aren’t permitted to ask for reports. As suspicion rises inside of her, part of Andrea wants to let Fury know, but he’d just roll his eyes and ask her to deal with that “insolence” herself.

Rumlow isn’t exactly the nicest either. Most times, he ignores Andrea’s direct orders, often smirking in defiance. Oh, how Andrea wishes she could punch that smirk right off his face. And his posture. Rumlow struts around with nothing but arrogance, ego, and a little bit of sexism.

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“Rumlow’s a threat, but I’m sure you know that already.” Andrea states as she stands in front of Nick Fury’s desk, her 3-inch red bottoms clacking as she taps her foot impatiently.

“Then neutralize him,” Fury answers bluntly as he signs another mission report.

“I don’t neutralize. That’s not me.” Andrea quips, finally settling into the chair in front of Fury’s desk. Doing her best to bottle up her frustration and seal the lid. Tightly.

“I’m not asking you to kill him Rhayn. I’m just asking you to put him in his place.” Fury sets his pen down as he leans forward on his desk. “I can count the amount of people I trust on one hand. You’re one of them. Rumlow is not. I know something is going on, that’s why I want to put you in a position to investigate. The Helicarriers launch in less than a week, keep him out of our hair until then.”

“So you promoted me to keep an eye on your men?”

“That’s one reason, yes.”

Andrea sighs, crossing her arms. “I’m not one of your spies, you have Romanoff for that.”

“You’re not. You’re more to me than that. Listen, you’re practically sunshine and rainbows, and I know confrontation doesn’t come easy to you. But you can use that to your advantage-.”

“So you’re calling me timid then?” Andrea interrupts with a raised eyebrow, unconvinced by Fury’s statements.

“You're not like Steve or Natasha. They're direct. Defiant. Rumlow read your files, he knows your past. And because of that, he knows that you’ll follow my every word. He's looking for a weakness." Fury states.

“To do what?”

"Maybe knock you down a few pegs? He’s always wanted Level 2 but he’s given us no reason to give it to him. But I’m not sure, that’s what I need you to find out. You have forty eight hours." Fury picks up his pen and goes back to signing papers, a clear sign that Andrea's dismissed.

Andrea exhales in a heavy sigh, smoothing out her pant legs as she stands. “And if I’m compromised?”

“Neutralize him.”

[bittasol]

hi ive been playing around with a swap au! not super concrete on things yet but figured id share for fun~

im swapping character aesthetics/vibes but NOT personality? if that makes sense!! theyre the same bones just dressed diff! and im only focusing on misfits rn but could prob try the mentors etc later :o

Elizabetta IX • Sleeping Beauty

(swapped with Agares)

Similarly to canon IX, she’s a fan of love of all shapes and sizes! Growing up reading fairy tales, she’s endeared to the idea of a true love’s kiss. She’s either tired all the time from fatigue due to her bloodline magic, takes frequent naps bc she stays up all night reading love stories (or fanfics), is so invested in other peoples love lives that she gets overly excited and spends a lot of energy talking to them about it, or just finds the idea of beauty sleep to be very important. Some combo of any of these reasons, I’m not sure yet;;

Instead of a cloud, she sleeps on a teddy bear that can shape shift in size. It’s very protective of her, and does not allow any demon near her while she sleeps. She wears a pink night gown modified with Babyls first year triangles, as well as a silk bonnet and horn muffs so she doesnt poke anybody in her sleep.

Lied Shax • The Boyish Gentleman

(swapped with Caim)

Lied does not come from a noble, gentlemanly family like canon Caim does, nor does he share the same motivation (girls); rather his desire to be seen as a “gentleman” comes from his personal idea of being a good sport. The more comfortable his perceived opponent is with him, the more likely they are to rematch him! A gentleman is never a sour sport! He’s friendly to everyone, and sort of acts like a relaxed service demon, a peasant boy’s idea of an elegant, achievable type of demon.

He wears a modified version of the babyls uniform, a white undershirt, black pants and black loafers and a vest in the classic babyls blue. He can usually be seen carrying some type of handkerchief, towel, perfume bottle, or tray. Similar to canon Lied, he has crush on Elizabetta, and is usually trusted by her guard to get close and cover her in a cozy blanket, or leave a mint under her pillow.

i have some more ideas but they’re p vague, lemme know if u guys r interested in hearin em! thx!!