#stopppp im giggling

[bucky-barnes-n-noble]

this is actually so adorable 😭

morning glory

pairing: spencer reid x reader

description: following the events of drunken confessions. the next morning after spencer tells you he loves you, albeit drunk and half asleep, you don't know if he means it.

tags: fluff, gn!reader, hangover but i dont dwell on it, whiny!spencer (lol), so so soft, r is so unsure but she just needs reassurance.

a/n: omg my first pt 2 as per popular demand (3 people asked), happy reading!

wc: 1.6k

i love you. 

three words that bounce from one end to the other in your head, like a pendulum, reverberating across the hard surface of your skull. it echoes through the small space of your ear canal, taking up entirely too much space. it repeats with the beat of your pulse, heart thudding in a steady rhythm. 

suffice it to say, you barely slept. running the words over and over for some kind of clarity. instead you preoccupied yourself with watching spencer sleep, like you are now.

with the sunrise, came light. light that filtered through the curtains just enough that you could see his face. his lips are slightly parted, soft puffs of air that don’t quite reach you. they’re pulled down minutely, in a little frown, seemingly how his face falls when he's unconscious. it's sweet. his eyebrows twitch, creasing momentarily, you wonder if he’s dreaming, or if it's a nightmare. 

your fingers itch to reach out and touch him, soothe the line. but he's so peaceful, you don't know if you want to wake him up. you never get to see him like this, without the weight of the world on his shoulders, unthinking. so you stall a bit, let the wave of serenity pass before it comes crashing down in the form of a violent hangover. 

you probably stay like that for an hour, an hour spent admiring his features. it's easier than confronting what he said. he’d stayed in the same position all night, curled up on his side, facing you. you’re leaning on your elbow now, looking down at him from above. his face moves, nuzzling into the pillow beneath his head. it causes that same stubborn strand of hair to fall loose. 

you give in and touch him this time, tucking the piece behind his ear. you trace a finger over his brow bone and then down the slope of his perfect nose. this causes him to stir, eyes fluttering open as he takes in his surroundings before they land on you. they instantly soften.

“morning,” you whisper, wary of your volume.

“hey,” he croaks, voice riddled in sleep. all his features pull up, twisted in a grimace as his head throbs. he rolls onto his back, bringing his fingers up to his temple, rubbing the pads of them in between his eyebrows. 

“where's your aspirin?” 

he hums in thought, or in pain, it's uncertain. “the um- drawer,” he points beside him aimlessly, eyes still closed. he's about to move to get it but you stop him, leaning over his body to reach the bedside table next to him. you reach over him, hovering awkwardly over his body. you shiver imperceptibly when his hand settles on your waist for support, an unconscious action, you suppose. when you find it, you give him a pill and he swallows, his hand falls back to his side.

“what time is it?” he grumbles.

“quarter to twelve,” you respond, barring a quick look at the analog clock that sat on his dresser. 

he harrumphs, something of acknowledgement. you didn’t think he’d be this grumpy waking up but you don't mind, it's awfully cute.

“it’s so bright,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut further, if possible. 

“your eyes are closed.”

“my retinas are burning,” he whines, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield him from the sunlight in a thespian flourish. 

“so dramatic,” you huff as you get up to close the curtains, the smile in your voice irrefutably evident. you peek out the window first, your car is still parked outside, you stayed the night!

when you sit back down on the bed, his head seeks you out, laying gently on your lap. you card a hand through his hair, the action seemingly appropriate. he lets out a hum, satisfied.

“do you remember much from last night?” you ask, trying to come off casual, the question is loaded to say the least. plus, you don't know if alcohol affects an eidetic memory the same way. maybe he remembers everything, like always.

“no,” he says with a little shrug. “well, i remember going to the bar and morgan spilling a shot on his shirt but that's it.”

oh. so not that differently.

“well, i'm sure he’ll appreciate you remembering that,” you chuckle, ruffling his hair. with a long sigh, you decide to not bring it up. it’ll come back to him, surely. you’ll wait for him to come to you about it. 

you lift his head off your lap and let him sink back into the pillows. “how about you freshen up and i’ll make you some toast?”

his eyes peek open, barely. “yes please,” he replies meekly, a small smile in tow.

-

you put slices of bread into the toaster on his counter, leaning against it as you wait. what happens if he doesn't remember? will you tell him? how do you even bring that up?

hey spencer! last night you told me you love me. do you?

the loud spring of the toaster startles you back to the moment. behind his bedroom door, you can hear the faint sound of his shower running and you remember you’re still in his clothes. god, you're gonna have to wear yesterday's clothes back home. you mindlessly take the hot toast out and set it on a plate, wincing when you hold them for too long. you put 2 more slices of bread in, for you of course. 

you decide to make some eggs too, pulling the carton out of the fridge and getting a pan from beside his sink. you move with surprising ease through his kitchen, like you’d been there before. you haven't, but again, it's so easy with spencer, it apparently extends to his home too. you hum absentmindedly, cracking an egg into a bowl and beating it with a fork. you don’t know it yet but spencer's watching you, having finished his shower.

-

it all comes back to him slowly, as he puts on a new change of clothes, skin still a little damp.

asking penelope for a drink, drinking it, thinking, thinking about you, you showing up? maybe he was magic. you sitting with him, talking to him, taking him home. he remembers stumbling up the stairs, his arm thrown haphazardly over your shoulders and yours hooked around his waist.

“you're so nice, y’know?” 

“yeah? you won't think so tomorrow morning.”

you tucked him in, stayed when he asked you to. you told him about your breakup and he told you, oh, he told you he loved you.

shit. 

he has to make this right. he's quick to feed his arm into the last sleeve and walk out of his room. however, he stops when he sees you. swaying lightly, humming a tune he recognises from last night, standing there in his clothes. he thinks he might die. clearly, he wasn’t paying much at all when he woke up earlier. damn headache. 

-

“i told you i loved you.”

your head snaps in his direction, unaware of his presence. you jump a little before calming. “yeah... you did,” you confirm, trying to keep your tone light. it wasn't a question but you still answer. he remembers.

“and you told me to tell you again when i wake up,” he recalls.

you chuckle quietly, “i didn't realise you heard that.”

“i did.”

you nod, slowly, expectantly, for him to say something else, anything else. 

“i love you.” there it is.

“you mean that?” your voice comes out way smaller than you intended. he still hasn't moved.

“of course i do,” he says with a sigh, inching his way closer. you look like you're going to spook.

“okay,” you breathe, looking down at your fingers, you begin to ramble. “it's just, last night- you were drunk and sleepy and well, tired and i didnt know if you were being honest or just saying it on whim.” 

he's suddenly in front of you and you can't look at him. he's fine with that, it makes it slightly easier.

“hey, i mean it. i love you. i’m sorry i said it how i did, it wasn't fair. and you don't have to say anything back, i just- want you to know.”

you look up at him now, eyes searching, and when you find sincerity in his eyes, you soften, muttering out a quiet “okay.” your lips twist to the side, trying not to smile, but glee fills out every nook and cranny of your body. he takes this as a good sign and lets out the breath he didn't realise he was holding, smiling back at you.

“so,” you start, seemingly casual. “how do you take your eggs?”

spencer laughs, amused by your change in topic. he nods toward the bowl of already beaten eggs, “scrambled.”

you nod, firmly. you pick up the bowl and move to the stovetop, but not before grabbing his fingers with your free hand and pulling him with you. 

your thumb glides along the curve of his forefinger as you hold it between your bodies, waiting for the pan to heat up. you’re biting your lip so much, you think you might draw blood. you’re unbearably happy. and you think you’re doing a good job of hiding it but you’re not. spencer can see the way you giddily twitch by his side, opting on not saying anything about it as he smiles softly.

“you love me,” you tease, singsong, dragging out the ‘love’. your head leans against his shoulder. 

“mhm,” he confirms. ”you’re never gonna let me live this down, huh?”

“nope,” you chirp, pressing a chaste kiss to his shirt.

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[ghoulishcreep]

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[wulfhalls]

You are too beautiful to be this unhinged. You cant be both. Stop being funny now.

[chrono-art]

Also heres one (1) sketch of Master Kogha. He just woke up and. Is trying not to fall asleep again. I am completely normal about him. *sounds of teeth grinding together*

[sm-baby]

I DON'T KNOW IF IVE REPLIED TO THIS YET PINETREE BUT IVE BEEN GIGGLING AT THIS FOR SO LONG OMG

Finished! I had to draw this lol

@sm-baby

[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

[agepl0yer]

daddy’s a tease - soldier boy

warnings - daddy kink, age gap, age play/age regression, innuendos, ben being ben, perv ben, brat!reader, brat-tamer!ben, softcore!reader, ben tries his hardest to be the best CG. consent is key!

words - 760 !

you looked up at him as you sucked on the lollipop in your mouth. “huh?”

soldier boy’s smirk only grows wider at the sight of your lollipop, his gaze darkening slightly. he steps closer, his arms folded as he sizes you up, still smoking his blunt.

"oh, so you are paying attention," he teases, his eyes raking over your frame. "I was starting to think that lollipop had your undivided focus."

he leans in, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly murmur.

"care to share, dollface?"

you giggle as you rolled over, the skirt sliding up slightly.

“nope, all good!”

ben smirked as his gaze went straight down to your breasts.

“why don’t you come here you pretty little thing.”

you squealed as the lollipop came out of your mouth with a pop sound.

“bennnn, stop calling me that! im not little.”

“well to me, you are. inside and out.”

the innuendo in the middle had ben smirking as he spoke.

“yuck! you’re so gross”

you stomped off towards butcher and frenchie

ben watched your hips as you walked off, his hand rubbing across his crotch

“jesus christ.”

—————————

ben was laying across the couch as you picked out a movie.

your back was slightly bent as you searched for a horror movie, due to ben being ben, his eyes wandered straight to your ass, the skirt lifting up.

ben smirked, his hands moving across crotch.

“bennnn! i can’t find it?”

“it’s somewhere in there sweetheart, maybe go in some more.”

you groan before looking back at him.

“you just want to see my ass!”

“that’s true.” ben smirked as his hand rubbed on him.

“perv.”

—————

(BEN IS A PERVERT WE ALL KNOW THIS but!!! he’s not a pervert without consent!!)

—————

ben’s hands scrubbed your body as you huffed.

“ben, just because im injured doesn’t mean, you can touch me all over, like i can shower myself”

“nope, you’re just a beautiful little thing, let me take care of you.”

“um, you know what. im pretty tired so, have fun.”

ben’s hand squeezed on your thighs, his hands gently washing in between your legs, but not brushing up against your middle.

ben washed your hair as he scrubbed across the cut on your back gently.

“ow!”

-

“oh come on, it was an accident!”

-

“shut up ben!”

ben and you fought like an old married couple, but ben was a lot older than you due to him being born in the 1900s and you’re like born in the 2000s.

frenchie and MM made so much fun of you guys, but thanks to you!! you made sure ben never got too mad.

the group loved you, they definitely loved ben, sometimes?

——————

ben’s lips travelled down your neck as you giggle, ben’s hands gently grip your hips.

“heeeheee! bennnn stopppp!”

“you’re moving so much, calm down pretty, acting like im biting you.”

“sorrryyy, tickles!”

ben smirks up at you as his head dips between your thighs as you let out a little gasp

“daddyyy! don’t teaseeee!”

ben laughed as he kissed her inner thigh before going back to work.

—————

ben would be called a ‘brat tamer’ by butcher all the time.

—————

ben smirked as he watched you stomp and yell at him.

“i hate you so much! you’re acting like it’s the end of the world! i feel fine!”

ben smirked

“i know pretty girl, but if you don’t take it, you’ll feel like absolute shit or just nothing at all, i love you a lot so im making sure you take it, it’s for your mental well-being.”

you stomp as you groan

“im not having it ben! make me.”

ben smirks before standing up and looking down at you

“be a good girl and take it.”

you huff

“no!”

ben brushes your hair back as he strokes your cheek.

“please?”

you rolled your eyes before stomping off to the kitchen.

“fineeee!”

ben shakes his head as he smirks

“damn brat.”

—————

“you’re pulling my hair daddy!”

ben was a little bit annoyed but he knew you couldn’t help it, while in a subspace you got more sensitive

“baby, im sorry, you know i am, i don’t mean to be so mean to a pretty little thing like you.”

you huff but stayed still while ben brushed your wet hair, slightly whining at the roughness.

“daddyyyy?”

“yes?”

“im hungryyyyy”

“okay pretty, let me brush your knots out, and then we can eat, whatever you want.”

“okay daddyyyyy!”

you giggle, knowing he’s wrapped around your little finger.

—————

if this makes you uncomfortable, simply don’t read my stuff! no need to be mean.

[ssahotchnerr]

OKAY SO AH

Trying to get a belly laugh out of Ellie for the first time. LITERALLY MY HEART IS melting

You saw on some webpage or a book that once you see more of the smiles your baby gives you, you can pull a laugh out of them and eventually a belly laugh (yes this is true I did my research 😭)

So, Ellie being about 4-5 months old, you started to notice that she's been smiling more and trying to laugh like you and Aaron and Jack do and you immediately think that it's time to try and make your baby girl laugh 🥹

You and your little family sit down with Ellie in Aaron's arms trying to figure out what to do

Eventually you start brainstorming and the first time you pull that sweet giggle out of her is when Aaron lifted her slightly so his face was at level with her belly and he pressed kisses on it and blew raspberries (I think that's what it's called) making her squeak giggle and try to pry Aaron's head away at the same time

Aaron is ECSTATIC and you and Jack just stare in awe that a sound this cute came from her

And then comes the famous belly laugh

Aaron has Ellie against his chest, his large hand on her belly to prevent her from falling (that image made me scream I can't) and you're holding pieces of paper cause your mother told you that's how she got your first laugh. You start tearing it into pieces comedically slow, getting a few giggles out of your girl when eventually you rip a new piece and do it quickly, so not much sound was made

But it did for her. She had her first belly laugh and you SWEAR you saw tears in Aaron's eyes now that his baby girl was laughing. Hers, jack's and your laughter being his favourite sounds in the entire world

And of course Jack's all like "me too, me too!" tearing the paper quickly to pull a laugh out of his sister - which he successfully does - and it's now his favourite activity 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

THIS CAME OUT SO LONG IM SORRY BUT I HAD TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD

- 🌻

STOPPPP I'M SCREAMING

first that visual of aaron holding ellie 😭😭😭😭😭 I'M SOBBING. his big hand nearly spanning the entirety of her 🥹🥰🥰🥰💓💞💕💓 i can't think of anything cuter oh my goodness 😭

and omg omg omg the amount of videos aaron takes of her laughing???? like this is over the course of the weekend, so come monday morning - he's showing everyone. he's so smiley and proud of his little girl's recent milestone as he scrolls to each video, explaining everything that went into making her laugh like that, as if it's not already seen in the video 😭 hehe he also tells the team that jack spent the wholeeee day yesterday just doing whatever he could to get her to laugh 🥹 ripping paper, making silly faces, hitting aaron with a pillow 😭 and you're obsessed too 🫶🏻 you have even more videos than he does, and you've told already aaron you just neeeeeed to have more babies to witness this over and over again 🤭🥹

and of course, penelope's instantly begging him to get you to bring ellie in so they can all witness her delightful little laughs in person 🥰

i love them so bad THANK YOU FOR SHARING!!!!!!!

[bbyquokka]

Toy

pairing: han jisung x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: jisung uses you for his own satisfaction

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, dom jisung, sub reader, established relationship, oral sex (m + f rec), unprotected penetration (piv), reader is used as & called a 'toy' by jisung, degrading kink, degrading names (whore, slut), spit kink, throat fucking, deep throating, face sitting and riding, cum on body (face), cum sharing, creampie, subspace, pet names (darling, baby girl, etc), multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare

words: 3.1k ~ (3153)

do not repost and/or translate! feedback & reblogs are highly advised and appreciated

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your eyes flutter shut, mouth stuffed to capacity. hands on either side of your head to keep you still, knees sore and tender from being knelt on the wood floor for too long.

your lips are swollen, drool and tears stain your pretty face. hair dishevelled, hickeys decorated on your skin as well as soft bruises and red marks on your ass cheeks and inner thighs.

your eyes flutter open to glance as the fucked out man who is currently using your mouth for his own satisfaction. beads of sweat run down his temples, his blonde hair sticking to his shiny forehead. his head is kicked back, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut as he basks in the warmth of your mouth.

your hands clasped together on your lap due to jisung giving you clear instructions to not touch him. his cock abuses the back of your throat, your gag reflex activating more than once. his sides stroke your cheeks, your teeth gently scraping the skin of his penis as his cockhead continually hits the back of your throat.

you cannot breathe. you feel light headed and dizzy, body tingling with shockwaves of pleasure. tears fall down your cheeks, mixing with the saliva that's bubbling and dripping down your chin and onto your lap.

“this mouth is so good. such a good toy.” jisung pants, glancing down at you. you shiver, your gaze meeting halfways. you dig your nails into the palm of your hands to stop yourself from touching jisung when really, you just want to reach up and massage his balls, dig your nails into his soft thighs.

you let out a strangled moan as you rub your thighs together. jisung clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at your actions before roughly tugging your hair at the roots. a sharp pain shoots down your spine making you squeeze your eyes shut and tears to fall past your lower lash line.

“you're such a desperate girl, y/n.” jisung hums, his head tilting to the side. “are you my needy and desperate pup?” 

you hum in agreement, your head spinning with thoughts of him and only him. you're not in the right headspace nor aware of your surroundings. all you care about is making jisung feel good and being the best ‘toy’ for him you can be.

“so obedient.” he purrs, letting go of your hair to grip onto the sides of your head again. he thrusts his hips fast and powerful, your tongue stroking the underside of his cock. he lets out a peripheral of moans and groans, his head kicking back making his neck outstretched, showing off his heart shaped adam's apple.

you want him. you want him so bad that it hurts. you're drenched, your core begging to be filled. your clit aching to be touched. it's painful and embarrassing how bad you need jisung right now.

“i just want to cum on your cute innocent face. degrade you some more.” jisung hums, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. you look at him with doe eyes, a hint of hope in them. “do you want that darling? do you want your sungie to degrade you like that? disrespect you and treat you like a whore?”

he pulls his cock out of your mouth to allow you to speak. you swallow the pool of saliva, a string of it connected to your swollen lips and his angry cockhead.

“p-please. want it. i want it sungie..” 

“you want it?” he purrs, eyebrows raised. he grabs the base of his cock, pumping himself slowly. his palm becomes soaked in your saliva, your eyes fixated on his swollen cockhead and the way his pre cum flows out off his slit.

“look at you. so fixated on my cock. i bet you're already soaked, juices coating your pretty pussy. are you throbbing, baby? are you aching for me?” jisung coos in a teasing manner.

you let out a shaky whimper, nodding your head slowly. your eyes flicker up to him before flickering back down to his cock. the way his hand wraps around himself, hand slowly pumping and rotating at the tip. his cock throbs and twitches in his hand becoming increasingly red and angrier.

he's rock hard, ready to burst. his veins protrude along the sides. he rubs the pad of his thumb against his tip, smearing his pre-cum around before nudging his thumb against your lip.

you automatically open, tongue flat out and ready to take him. he shoves his thumb inside, your lips instantly wrapping around it as you suckle. he hums, a look of satisfaction and approval laced on his face causing you to shiver.

“my pretty girl.” he coos before grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. you whine at the pain, jisung rolling his eyes. he pumps himself fast, hips bucking in his hands. his cock twitches, pre cum seeping. his legs shake and burn, his actions becoming desperate.

he pants unevenly, chest rising. he chews his bottom lip as that burning knot in the pit of his stomach tightens with each pump.

“c-close. fuck, i'm going to–”

“sungie.” you coo before closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out. he moans loudly, his grip on your hair tightening as hot ropes of cum shoot out on your face. some of his cum lands on your tongue, jisung bucking his hips with each release, his muscles and cock twitching. he lazily pumps himself through his high before releasing your hair.

cum drips down your cheeks and chin, your eyes fluttering open. you look jisung in the eyes as you put your tongue back in your mouth and swallow his cum. he clenches his jaw, crouching down to your level.

he cups your cheek, thumb swiping along it to collect his cum. you swallow thickly, whimpering loudly as he puts his thumb in his mouth before licking your cheek, collecting his cum onto his tongue.

he roughly kisses you, pushing his tongue inside your mouth without warning. you grip onto his arms, whimpering at the salty taste of him. he pulls away slowly, licking his lips before smirking.

“you've been such a good toy for me, y/n, letting me use your mouth but you must be dripping right now.” you nod slowly, thighs rubbing together. “Up.”

you shakily rise to your feet, jisung taking your wrist and dragging you to the bedroom

“lie down.” he instructs. you do as he says, resting on your back with your legs wide open. jisung crawls between your legs, licking his lips hungrily as he gazes at your pussy.

“my oh my…” he coos, two fingers sliding between your folds. you buck your hips at the feeling, mild feelings of pleasuring making you shiver. “you're drenched, y/n.”

“s-sungie…” you whimper, biting your lip harshly. without warning, he slips his middle and index finger inside your aching core, curling them up against your walls instantly.

you grip onto the bed sheets tightly, bundling them up in your fists as your back arches off the bed. your thighs shake as pleasure surges through your veins. jisung pumps his fingers fast inside you, his fingertips hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“j-ji… good, can't. so much…” you cry out, your toes curling against the sheets. jisung purrs before dipping his head low and pressing his tongue flat against your clit. your legs threaten to close around his head.

your soft cries and moans of his name ringing in jisung's ears. his tongue kitten licking your swollen bud, fingers pumping ruthlessly. it's too much for you, the pressure building and building. it's embarrassing how close you already are but with the way jisung has been treating and using you, you've been holding on since the very beginning.

jisung pulls his fingers out of you slowly, much to your dissatisfaction. he lays flat on his back, pulling you on top of him so you're straddling his face.

“sit.”

“but i might–”

“you won't baby, trust me.” he gently soothes, stroking your thighs. you nod slowly, holding onto the headboard as you lower yourself down on jisungs face. he hums softly, greedily licking at your clit and entrance. his tongue collects your juices, desperate and scared to miss a single drop. he grips onto your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin. 

you kick your head back, moaning his name softly before tangling your fingers in his hair. normally, he wouldn't allow that but considering how much of a good girl you've been for him, he'll allow it just this once.

he reaches behind you, gripping onto your ass cheeks and rocking your hips to encourage you to rut against his face. you look down at him, whimpering softly as your brows furrow together. his eyes silently tell you to do as you please, to use him like he used you.

you tilt your head to the side, rocking on his face. his tongue pokes and prods your entrance before sliding deep inside you. your thighs shake beside his head, your free hand gripping your own breasts to massage and tease your own nipple.

your clit bumps against the tip of his nose, your movements becoming more and more desperate and erratic. you gently tug at the stands of jisung's hair, a soft growl rippling in his chest.

your slick coats his chin and lips, jisung's cock hard once again. he's drunk on the way you taste, sound and smell. his senses are on overdrive, mind foggy and hazy. he wants to take you, fuck you hard to the point where you're dependent on him but he also wants to treasure you, treat you with the utmost care and affection.

“can’t… sungie, so much… too much.” you whimper. jisung simply hums, acknowledging your statement. the burning knot tightens and snaps suddenly, your orgasm hitting you in waves. your thighs shake uncontrollably, stomach clenching. jisung laps and slurps up your juices before pushing you flat on your back once again.

you don’t have time to calm down. jisung is towering over you, cock in hand as he rubs his tip between your folds before tapping it against your clit. you try to push him away, body screaming at you as your sensitivity is too much for you to bear; but jisung simply smirks.

“let me fuck my baby dumb, mhm?” he hums softly, pushing his tip inside your tight cunt. you hiss at the stretch, your walls tight around jisung's cock. he bottoms out in you, stroking your waist as you pant heavily.

“j-ji… big and thick.” you mewl, doe eyes gazing at him. he shivers, cock twitching inside your sensitive cunt. you give him a dumb grin, purposely clenching around him. he clenches his jaw, gripping onto your waist as you spread your legs wider.

“are you going to let me use you again, slut?” you nod your head, giggling in a dumb yet innocent manner.

“use me, sungie.” 

“you're going to be the death of me, y/n.” jisung growls, hips slapping against yours suddenly. you pant, silent and heavy moans leaving your lips as your body jerks upwards. your breasts bounce with each ruthless thrusts, skin slapping on skin. the sounds of your sloppy cunt ringing in jisung's ears, making his mind fuzzy.

beads of sweat roll down his temples. he pushes his hair away from his face, brows furrowing as he angles each thrust differently in an attempt to hit your g-spot; which he does.

you cry out his name, back arching up off the bed. your head shakes from side to side, lips parted. you're unable to make any sound as you enter your sub space. you lazily palm your breasts, tugging your own nipples; much to jisung's delight.

he leans over you, grabbing your cheeks in his hand gently and tilting your head to him. your doe eyes look up at him, fucked out expression plastered on your face. drool trickles down the side of your face.

“jisung.” you repeat his name over and over again, like a chant. jisung bites his lip, loving the way you look and behave for him. he wipes away your drool, swiping at your bottom lip.

“open.” you oblige instantly, mouth open wide. he spits into your mouth, his saliva and your own mixing together on your tongue. your walls clench around him from the action, a low grunt hitting your lips.

“swallow.” you close your mouth, swallowing the saliva before opening your mouth again, wanting more. he tsk, rolling his eyes but still gives you what you want. he spits in your mouth once again, letting it slowly fall onto your tongue.

you swallow once again, tears welling and falling from the corners of your eyes. your body and mind so consumed with pleasure, so consumed with him. he's all over you, consuming your mind and body, making you feel hazy and drunk on love and pleasure.

“love. love you… love you so much sungie.” you mewl, shakily reaching up and wrapping your arms around his broad back. he grunts softly, pressing his chest against your own. your soft breasts squish against his chest, the new position making it easier and capable of him to thrust long and deep.

“i love you too, my sweet, sweet girl.” he purrs down your ear, licking it slowly before planting kisses on your neck. you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside with your heels. he chuckles softly, biting your earlobe.

“more…” you whine.

“i'm balls deep inside your greedy cunt and yet, you still want more. are you that desperate darling?”

“not desperate, just needy.” you whimper.

“needy?” Jisung hums, licking the sweat off your neck slowly.

“always needy for you. you consume me, s-sungie. think about you all day, every day. want you t-to fuck me all the time, whenever… wherever. don't care where.. just please.” you shamelessly admit

“you're so adorable. fuck, i love it when you're like this.” jisung raises back up on his knees, grabbing your legs gently. he holds them together, letting them rest against his chest and over his shoulder. 

you grip onto the sheets, the new position allowing jisung thrusts into you with power and speed. his cockhead continues its abuse on your g-spot, juices spilling from your cunt. 

“c-can't! close, so close!” 

“cum darling. cum around my cock.” jisung hums. the knot snaps, orgasm hitting you hard knocking the air out of your lungs. your walls spasm, juices spilling and squirting out on jisung and the sheets.

jisung pants, watching the events unfold before his very eyes. jisung fucks you through your orgasm, the over sensitivity getting to you.

“sh, just let me use you a bit longer.” jisung pants. 

“cum inside me, sungie.” you coo, licking your lips.

“don't tempt me..”

“please?” you beg, voice sickly sweet and ‘innocent’ “let my cunt milk your cock, sungie. i want to feel you filling me up.”

“i swear y/n..” his movements become uncoordinated, his orgasm fast approaching.

“please sungie? please!” you beg again. jisung squeezes his eyes shut, head hanging low as he empties himself inside your sensitive cunt. you hum at the warm feeling, his muscles and body twitching with each release. his thrusts turn languid to ride out his high. he drops your legs, letting them fall to the side.

“it's so much.” he whispers to himself, pulling out off you and watching his cum trickle out of your swollen cunt. he blushes red due to embarrassment, a soft mewl from you catching his attention.

“more.” you whimper, attempting to grab him. jisung shakes his head before grabbing the wet wipes from the bedside table.

“no more darling.”

“why!?” you whine loudly, on the verge of tears. it's clear to jisung that you haven't managed to come out of your headspace. as much as he would love to give you more, the look of your sensitive and swollen pussy says different.

“because it's time to wash up and cuddle, darling.” jisung pushes his hair away from his face before delicately wiping your swollen folds.

“bu–” you hiss at the sting plus sensitivity, your legs closing automatically. 

“i know baby, i know. i'm sorry my love.” he gently pries open your legs, wiping up the bodily fluids. you cry out his name shakily.

“done. i'm sorry darling.” he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “are you okay?”

you nod slowly, coming back down to reality. your body feels heavy, merging with the bedsheets. your muscles ache, eyelids heavy. 

“let's get cleaned up, mhm?” 

jisung carries you to the bathroom, filling a tub up with warm, soapy water. he helps you into the tub before getting in himself, sitting behind you. he helps you to bathe, washing your hair and body as well as his own before helping you dry yourself.

he laughs softly at your attempt of walking to the bedroom, your legs feeling weak and wobbly.

“bambi on ice.” he teases with a wink. you flush a deep crimson red, glaring at him with a pout.

“shut up.” you mumble, taking your underwear off him. you use him for stability as you put on your underwear before crawling into bed. jisung follows shortly after, placing the laptop on the bed and putting on Howl's moving castle; a comfort movie you both watch after having sex.

“hungry?” jisung asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you rest your head on his naked chest, embracing in his warmth and comfort.

“mhm.” you simply hum. jisung chuckles softly, ordering your usual take-out. he rakes his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

“have i ever told you how safe i feel with you?” you look up at him to find him looking down at you.

“you do?”

“mhm. you're my safe space sungie. you make me feel safe and warm as well as comforting. i love you for that.” jisung smiles lovingly at you, his heart fluttering.

“you really feel like that with me?” he whispers, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“yes. i find solace in you sungie. whether it be you as a person or in the music you write. you've always been my safe space.”

“i– thank you darling. truly, it means a lot to me to know that. all i ever want is to make you feel safe and loved.”

“and you do sungie. i can't explain it because there aren't enough letters or words in the english language to describe how loved and safe i feel with you.”

jisung pulls you closer to his side. he kisses the top of your head gently, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. the sudden confession from you makes him feel overwhelmed, his love for you bursting at the seams. his heart swells with love, a burst of joy, pride and happiness hits him. 

“and i hope you will always feel like that, my darling.”

note: i am feral for this man. have been and always will be. i've been a million percent delulu over him the past few days and this is the result. a million percent self indulgent but what isnt, hehe. i also started writing this at midnight and finished it in two hours, so uh yeahhhh. don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. enjoy!

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[tomatoswup]

hello? 1

summary: walking through the deserts of No Mans Land, you encounter an odd creature in the sand

the plushie series: 1 , 2 , 3

warnings/tags: none, cute vash plushie rights!!!

A/N: im so sorry i just love this lil mf plushie bro im so excited when they ship them out ohmygodngklsdnfnsf also imagine small vash plushie being your companion sTOPPPP HE'S ADORABLEE

when you had first started traversing the sandy plains of the deserts of No Man's Land, you thought about the people you may run into, both known and unknown

"HELLOO!!!" A squeaky voice shouted.

Well, you had thought of "people" at first...

The....thing stared up at you, its tiny plushie hands waving around to get your attention, a cute little red poncho covering him like a blanket and blue beady stitched eyes looking at you in wonder. This..plushie? oddly looked like your crush, the infamous human typhoon, the one you hadn't seen in the last two years.

"H-Hello?" You stuttered out in disbelief as you crouched down, the cowboy hat you wore covering your eyes from the blinding suns, giving it the needed shade to observe the small thing. "How'd you get all the way out here?"

The little guy did a cute small twirl in place before running up to you "Thank god!" He said, his voice more high pitched than you had expected it to be "I thought I was gonna be stranded out here! Oh thank you!"

You couldn't help but cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the adoration you had for the cute poor thing.

lOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD

He was so small and so.. "Oh my god you're adorable!" You gasped out as you put both of your hands out, the little plushie climbing up and onto your hand and into your palm.

"I was originally in a box with other plushies but.. I was the only one that was able to talk and move!" He chirped out "But when the truck was driving, I accidentally fell out..." He sighed animately, his small pudgy shoulders drooping down.

You tilted your head in curiosity, who the hell was mass producing Vash as a plushie? You wondered what Vash would've thought about this. To the thought of your former friend, you somberly smiled at the plushie "Hey, if you want, you can come with me, if that's okay. It'd be pretty mean to leave you out here little guy." The two nibs of his arms flew up to his mouth "R-Really?! Oh I would love that!" You giggled as he jumped up and down. But you came to a bit of a dilemna.

"Now...Where am I gonna put you?" You thought out loud, before another thought came to you "Do you get hot or anything like that? Or do you just not feel the heat?"

The plushie shook its head "Not really! It just feels really warm!"

"Oh good.." You breathed.

Now, where could you put him....Oh! You looked down to your chest to see the small pocket of your shirt "Maybe here?"

You put your hand up to the pocket of your shirt and... 'Vash' jumped in, rustling around before his head poked out and the nibs of his hands held the top of the pocket.

"Perfect! Now let's go!" You smiled out before fixing the bag on your shoulder and restarting your stride through the dry sand.

"...Can we get donuts?"

goddamn it...

[facefullofsadness]

okay I js snatched these pics from twt but like could u actually imagine yunjinxwinter dating fr AAHHHHHH IM SCREAMING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET REAL TIME OMG OMG LIKE THEY WOULD BE THE PERFECT COUPLE STOPPPP 😩 it's not like me to ship idols!! but get this!!! ROCKSTAR GFS AAAHHHHH IM UNWELLL OMG AND THEY'RE SO CUTE IM MELTINGGGG

also also au possibilities think ab it, them dating each other bc chaewon and karina won't give them a chance oouu, plus points bc chaewon and winter twins so yunjin picked someone who looked like her OOOUUU IM COOKING ARENT I??

[vamp4kaulitz]

Can u please do a grumpy Tom in the mornings like how u did for bill please no smut it can be seen as any reader if u want♥️

MORNINGS WITH TOM

thank you for the request! <3

Y/N’s POV

I woke up, the sunlight barely out. I stretched and then checked the time. It was 6:30. I looked over at Tom and he was snoring slightly. I giggled slightly and took a picture on my camera and put it away. I went to brush my teeth and then wash my face too.

“Tom? Tom?” I started to wake up Tom slowly. “Mmmm..” He groaned while moving around. “Come on, you have a busy day today. We have to be there by 7:30.” I said softly and he groaned. “Give me 10 more minutes…or possibly let me sleep for eternity..” He complained while turning around. “Tommmm!” I said while shaking him. “Stopppp!” He whined and I sighed. “Fine. Want me to get georg?” I said and he groaned. “Finee!” He sighed and then woke up fully.

It was 7:25 by now and we all got on the tour bus. “Tom, can I have some of your water?” I asked while grabbing his water bottle but he snatched it away. “Nooo! You don’t deserve none.” Tom said and I sighed. “Come on, just a sip??” I pouted but he ignored me. I rolled my eyes and then got up to find another water bottle. “Bill can I have some of yours? They ran out of water.” I sighed and Bill nodded. I thanked him and drunk some and then went back to sit with Tom.

Tom glared at me and then moved away from me. “What?” I said and he ignored me. I sighed and then put my head on his shoulder but he moved away. “Tom!” I complained and he rolled his eyes. “What? Go sit with someone else your bothering me.” He complained. “Okay then!” I said and then went and sat with Bill. Bill looked at me confused. “Why you not sitting with Tom?” He asked and I sighed. “He’s grumpy right now. Don’t tell me you are too? I know you don’t like waking up early either..” I said and he shook his head. “Nuh uh, I’m not that mad. I just wanna sleep more.” Bill said and we both started to talk and laugh about some other things.

Third persons pov

Y/N excused themselves and went to the bathroom. When Y/N walked out, they saw Tom standing there, waiting to go to the bathroom. “Hi Tomie.” Y/N smiled and Tom ignored them and went to the bathroom. “Rude.” Y/N shouted while he was in the bathroom and rolled their eyes and went back to Bill.

It was the afternoon by then, and you’d remind Tom how he acted while laughing and showing the picture you took of him in the morning. “And you didn’t even want me to sit next to you. Your own partner.” You pretended be sad and Tom laughed. “Well that’s what you get for waking me up!” He shrugged his shoulders and you hit his head playfully. “Oh shut up! No apologies for how you acted? Wow..” You pretended be mad and walk away but he grabbed your arm and kissed you.

“Take that as a apology, liebe?” He smirked and you rolled your eyes and smiled. “I guess I’ll accept it.” You smiled and kissed him. “Get a room you two!” Bill yelled and ran away. You and Tom chuckled and held hands and walked to the car that was waiting for you guys.

sorry that was short pookie😞💔 im actually getting so lazy it’s crazy..but yeah ill find some time to do everything and stuff:) once I’m done with all requests ill open them back up!

taglist (i forgot oopies): @bored0writer @saumspam @ilovebill-and-gustav

[ilovejoll]

This is literally me rn how could youdo this

i need everyone to tell @spinnydraws im straight and homophobici hate queers !!!!!!!

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

ugh the julien bunk pic now im j picturing reader being an opener for them and getting homesick or something and crawling in w julien bc she hears her upset and everyone looking for her in the morning bc she has to get ready first and they find her just cuddled up w julien in her bunk

STOPPPP THIS IS SO CUTE !!! MY HEART

i love this so much. like imagine reader wakes up in the middle of the night like tossing and turning and julien hears and goes over to readers bunk and like opens the curtain to readers bunk and sees reader like hugging themself trying to soothe themself.

juliens like “hey reader, are you okay?”

reader shakes their head and junkies climbs in, holding reader. they both eventually fall asleep while cuddling omg.

i bet it’s like phoebe that finds them in the morning and is all giggles and teasing the rest of the day. later when munagenius and you are all together phoebe keeps like winking at you when your next to julien

omg i could go on forever about this

[connormccafferyhater]

STOPPPP im picturing nika kicking her feet and giggling reading her fanfics 😭😭😭

that's so her (idk her) 😭

[osarina]

I remember one ask you answered and said you’d be really happy to receive incorrect quotes like a really long time ago…..so i have some inspired by class of 09 clips that have been floating around and ones I’ve seen around the internet 🎉 (starting with our favorite teen trio‼️)

Dazai: Really Chuuya, you should work on that foul language of yours, it’s why girls are scared of you.

Chuuya: Work on getting a fucking therapist and maybe Reader would actually date you, holy shit.

Dazai: 😦

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Reader: Sooo…what’s up with the text you sent me last night?

Dazai: Oh, that was autocorrect.

Reader: Autocorrect wrote “You're so hot, please step on me”?

Dazai:

Dazai: Yes.

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Dazai: Now hold on, what’s another personality i could pull off to impress reader?

Chuuya: Quite a few……😒

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Dazai: So…i think i might be seeing reader in a romantic way, a way i have never seen anyone before and i feel weird and uncomfortably out of control of my own emotions.

Chuuya:

Chuuya: I said “how many people are we catching for boss” and you just replied with that.

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Dazai: Do you wanna be a freaky sexed up couple?

Reader: No????

Dazai: Why not? ☹️

Reader: Cause you would do all the freaky shit.

Dazai: Oh like what?

Reader: Just weird shit? you’d like- put a cigarette out on my neck and lick the burn mark.

Dazai:

Dazai: ……so you wanna try it?

Reader: NO.

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Mori: is there….something between the two of you that you may not realize..?

Dazai: what does any of that even mean?

Reader: he’s asking if we’re dating Dazai. 😐

IFHASUIFHSAUIFUHDSA STOPPPP IM CRYING THIS IS SO THEM. THE FIRST DAZAI AND CHUUYA ONE HAS ME DEAD LMFAO AND THE SECOND ONE GOODBYE HE'S SO EMBARRASSING I HATE HIM. THE FREAKY SEXED UP COUPLE ONE LOLLL I HEARD THAT AUDIO ON TIKTOK AND THOUGHT OF THEM RIGHTTTTT AWAY YOU'RE SO IN MY HEAD PLS IM GIGGLING SO HARD YOU MADE MY DAY