#writing him always feels like slipping back into a comfortable shirt 🥺

[hoshifighting]

Hi. I love your writings. After I discovered Tumblr and your account... I don't know if I've had any day without coming back here... I had a request.

Bathroom sex with Minghao. It has been going on in my mind all day... Either bathtub or shower.

Even though he's not so masculine like others... I feel like he has an incredible core strength. So maybe putting the reader against the wall? Also if you're comfortable, could you add the reader as someone who's overweight and gets insecure from time to time.

It's like Minghao is comforting them through showing how beautiful they are through intimacy? Feels like something he would do.

Love your writing. Take care

bath sex with minghao

WARNINGS: bath sex, insecurities, praising, nipple sucking, penetrative sex, a tear dropping here or there...

a/n: thank you my love for making me part of your routine 😭🙏 I luv seeing you here, you are soooo sweet!! sorry for making u wait for so long 🥺 love you too, take care of yourself, and drink lots of water plsss

you’d been spiraling about it all damn day. the way minghao’s hands just felt—long fingers brushing your skin in passing, his touch so casual but also so intentional. it stuck to you like a tattoo, made your brain fuzzy. you didn’t even realize it, but the itch of your insecurities had been gnawing at you. maybe it was that girl in line earlier with the perfect ass and the confidence to match, or maybe it was just the mirror, the way it always reflected every single thing you couldn’t fix.

but minghao sees you, actually sees you, and it ruins you every time.

“you’ve been quiet all day,” he says from the bathroom doorway, his head tilted like he’s already piecing you apart, trying to read the shit you don’t say. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

you don’t answer right away—can’t, really—because he’s standing there in just his sweatpants, waistband hanging low, hair still damp from his post-workout shower. fucking unreal. and you hate it, the way you almost flinch at the word “pretty,” because yeah, he means it, but your brain won’t let you believe it.

“nothing,” you lie, but your voice cracks. his eyes narrow.

“bullshit.”

you huff, looking anywhere but him. “it’s not a big deal. just—ugh, i don’t know, okay? can we not do this tonight?”

but of course, minghao doesn’t take that. doesn’t let you slip into your head and drown in it. instead, he steps in, closing the door softly behind him, like he’s locking the world out. “you know you can’t bullshit me, baby. talk to me.”

and then he’s right in front of you, hands sliding over your arms, thumbs skimming your skin like he’s earthing you.

you mumble, “i just—i don’t feel good today, okay? like… about myself.”

his brows pull together, and you hate that he looks hurt on your behalf. “y/n,” he says, his voice softer now, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“you wouldn’t get it,” you mutter, but the words catch when he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“try me.”

and fuck, he’s patient, doesn’t rush you, just waits while his thumbs start rubbing little circles on your hips. finally, you crack. “i just… sometimes it’s hard, okay? i see all these girls who look perfect, and then there’s me. i don’t even know why you—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, firmly. “don’t finsh it, don’t do that. don’t talk about yourself like that. do you know how fucking beautiful you are? like, actually?”

you laugh, but it’s bitter, because it’s not something you believe. “hao—”

he doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you, like he’s trying to rewrite whatever nonsense’s looping in your head. his lips move with yours, one hand sliding up your back, the other curling around your waist, and it’s so easy to melt into him, to forget everything else.

“i’m serious,” he murmurs against your mouth. “you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. i love every. fucking. inch. of you.”

you want to argue, but then his hands are tugging at your shirt, and the air shifts. he pulls back just enough to look at you. “can i?”

your nod is shaky, he peels your shirt off like it’s a ritual, and when he sees the hesitance in your eyes, he leans in to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, every patch of skin he uncovers.

he’s backing you up against the shower wall, his breath hot against your neck as he trails kisses down your jaw.

“hao,” you whisper, barely able to get the word out before he’s hooking your legs around his waist, his strength catching you like it’s nothing. “wait, i’m—”

“you’re fucking stunning,” he says, cutting you off, his lips crashing into yours again. “and i’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

the sound of the water hitting the tile was loud, drowning out every thought in your head except him. minghao was everywhere—hands firm on your thighs, lips pressed to your chest, tongue teasing your nipples until you were squirming. the spray soaked through what little clothing you both had left, making the fabric cling before he shoved his pants and boxers down with one hand, the wet heap hitting the floor with an exaggerated plop.

“didn’t know your pants were that heavy,” you giggled. he smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“focus,” he murmured. his hips pressed forward, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your pussy—hard and ready, like it always was when it came to you. it was one of those things that made you feel… better, somehow. like maybe he really did mean all the things he said about how he wanted you, how he needed you. not that you’d ever admit it—god, no, he’d never let you live it down.

you squirmed against him, suddenly hyperaware of how high he had you hoisted. “hao, i—”

“relax,” he interrupted. “i’ve got you.”

“but what if—what if i fall?”

his jaw tensed, his hands tightened on you. “you won’t fall, y/n. do you trust me?”

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. his eyes narrowed. “say it.”

your voice cracked. “i trust you.”

“good,” he said, but there was a shimmer of guilt in his expression when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. his voice softened immediately. “hey, baby—fuck, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to sound so harsh. you’re safe, okay? i promise.”

his lips brushed your cheek, catching the tear that spilled over, and you sniffled, clinging to him tighter. his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, “you’re safe with me. i swear.”

and then he rolled his hips, sliding into you, and whatever insecurity you’d been holding onto was gone—just gone. all you could feel was him, thick and deep, stretching you until your head spun. he groaned, his breath hitching as he bottomed out. “you feel so fucking good, baby. perfect. perfect.”

your fingers dug into his shoulders, a whimper slipping past your lips as he pulled back and thrust again, deep. the angle made you gasp, made your whole body shake in his arms. “hao,” you choked out, overwhelmed, and he just smiled against your neck.

“that’s it babe,” he murmured, picking up his pace, his hips slapping against yours. “see? i told you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything. i’ve got you. always.”

his words melted into the steam around you, and soon you weren’t sure if it was water or sweat trailing down your body. he fucked you, his grip on you steady and unrelenting, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like you were his.

“shit—fuck, hao, i’m gonna—”

“i know,” he cut in, his voice thick and breathless, but that smug grin never wavered. “let go for me, baby. you’re so fucking beautiful when you cum. let me see you.”

and when you did—when your body clenched around him and your moan echoed in the steam-filled space—he followed right after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go. his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close, neither of you caring about the water still raining down around you.

“see?” he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you. his smile was soft now, tender. “told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

[lalunanymph]

Imagine Kakucho folding you in half so he can breed you deep and nice, izana want to be an uncle 😔 so kaku-chan must full you all night especially when you're ovulating 🥺 even in his office before a meeting with his boss and izana is really happy ( imagine reader is izana's sis )

+ anon asked: Hey Dawn, I’m having major Kakucho withdrawals with the manga ending. Please.. please help with headcanons of daddy kaku with his breading kink “I got you baby”,,,, #apologiesformyslutera

anons,,,,, PLEASE I MISS HIM SM .... i did and now i cant stop thinking about it 😭 tw for lots of sloppy unprotected seggs

His stamina would always leave you breathless.

From the rugged handsomeness of his features to his body carved from the careful hands of the gods themselves, Kakucho is nothing short of a divine specimen worthy of your highest praise.

“Please… you’re—mmm—making me feel so good, baby.”

Kakucho doesn't care if your cries slip past the tightly closed door of his office, or that the sloppy sounds of his dick thrusting into your tight, wet heat was far too loud. Too lewd.

He doesn’t care that he’s suppose to meet Izana in exactly an hour to discuss an update on a weapons trade. Bonten’s third man doesn’t even blink at the idea of his superior being disappointed at his lack of numbers and data.

There was only one thing and one thing only that mattered for him in his lust-addled brain.

"K-Kaku—ah!" you sob, burying your face into the crook of his neck, his grip on your hips bruising.

Too much… it was all too much.

Kakucho was fucking up into you like he had something to prove; like he had a goal to reach and he was severely lacking behind.

He leans forward, stealing your lips in a soul-stirring kiss. The sound of his mouth on yours fills the room with wet kisses, his hot breath caressing your cheeks and chin. The taste of whiskey and mint is strong on your tongue, and you're starting to get dizzy.

"'Zana wants to be an uncle."

Huh? You pry your eyes open, but it was a mistake; your entire mind losing its train of thought at the unbearably hot sight of his abs undulating as his shiny, slick cock thrusts in and out of you. Your stomach clenches, and you have to put a hand on his broad chest to steady yourself.

Kakucho groans (low, deep and lustily) from the grip your walls have around his cock.

“C-can't disappoint him."

So, this was what it was all about.

Izana and his childish antics. You would've chuckled if Kakucho didn't start to increase his pace, knocking every coherent thought from your mind.

"So tight and hot," he pants, palms flush on the desk as he feels your thighs tighten around his narrow waist. "Can't wait to fill you with my babies—see you so round and pretty."

"K-kaku..." you trail off, head lolling back and tongue too heavy in your mouth. There was no way you could stop him; not when he had a purpose to this madness. Hot sparks of pleasure traversed down your spine, eliciting a shiver from you; you could barely breathe, head as light as cotton.

So close...

He feels your walls contract around his huge length and grins. "G'na cum? F-fuck—do it, baby. Lemme feel you. Cum for me. Make me a daddy, angel."

Like a trigger, those words set the room blazing in white light and your scream echoes off the walls. Kakucho's low growl touches the shell of your ear, and you shudder, about to push him away when the first tremour settles in your veins and he tightens his grip on you.

Pulling you closer. Not giving you a chance to squirm away.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Your breathy gasps resound throughout the space, and you tremble, walls fluttering and nipples hardening when he pinches and plays with your perky buds.

The cheeky gesture seems so out of place with his usual stoic demeanour, but it appears as if a different man has inhabited his body; one who hitches your legs up his shoulders and places a soft kiss onto your ankle before pushing his cock deeper into your creamy heat, bringing you both towards the sharp, almost painful edge of overstimulation.

"We have to make sure this takes," he murmurs. "Come on. Give me another one; let's make a baby tonight, angel.”

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[star-centric]

Hello, Dream! ☺️ May I have Ranpo (bsd) with the prompt "[ 🛁 ] - taking a bath together" please? 🙏🥺 (my bathtub is very big, so imagine all the duckies Ranpo would throw in the bath 🥰)

PAIRING: Ranpo x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: This is such a cute request omgggg! I always remember the bath episode from Wan and it just makes my heart melt everytime 🥹 and finally got some motivation to write so sorry if this is a little rusty (which is why I decided to write it as a drabble I’m sorry 😭)

CW: gender neutral reader, reader’s a little stress/tired but Ranpo’s here to take care of you <3 sfw only!

You are so exhausted.

Your body was sore from the mission, your muscles still feeling raw with every move- even trying to lift your arms had you hissing in pain. All you wanted to do was rest and forget about the stress and (physical) pain you went through today.

And that’s what Ranpo was trying to do.

You figured he was tired of waiting on you as to why he was already gone when you got back to the agency. You weren’t surprised to see him to greet you at the door, but you were a bit taken aback when he started to drag your ragged body straight to the bathroom.

The true surprise was the sight that greeted you when he opened the door.

A soft scent filled the air as you took in the mass of bubbles gathering at the edge of the bathtub, bits of yellow peeking out from the foam, which looked like…rubber duckies?

You didn’t have time to question or say anything when Ranpo was already tugging at your clothes, whining that the water was getting cold. It was hard to hold in your laugh when you finally realized what he was doing.

You winced a bit when he helped pull your shirt off, but you could tell he was being as gentle as he could. But when your body finally stepped into the tub, all of the pain started to melt away. The warm water against your skin felt heavenly, a sigh escaping your lips before you even noticed.

Ranpo chuckled, slipping in behind you as you sunk further into the water. He was already lathering up your back, rubbing smooth circles into your skin. He could’ve used this moment to tease you, scold you for taking so long getting home, but only a comfortable silence filled the air.

You lost track of time as your fingers toyed with the rubber duckies floating by, any lingering tension and stress on your body faded as Ranpo washed away the dirt and grime. You didn’t realize just how tired you were until you blinked and no longer felt water and instead something soft wrapped around you. Your mind didn’t even register that you were already out of the tub and in a towel, Ranpo chastising how out of it you were, but was still getting you dressed regardless.

You and Ranpo have had intimate moments before, but this felt…different. You were always the one providing this type of care for him- not because he couldn’t take care of himself, but because you wanted to. You’re so used to being the one doing all of the pampering that it almost felt foreign to be on the other side.

He shows his form of affection through his words more so his actions, but there would still be times that he would catch you off guard like this, even if it was rare.

But as you grasped onto him in bed, already back to sleep, you already know that you would appreciate his efforts- and him- always.

[meowzfordayz]

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Author’s Note: tried to write these a lil silly, a tad awkward, and very sweet. 🥰

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Word Count: ~1,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: This may be a silly request. I decided to knit my boyfriend a sweater and like I tried my best but when I gave it to him he thought I bought it and went on about how I should return it because it looked awful and was laughing. I didn’t have the heart to say I did it and it shattered my heart 🥲Is it possible you could write a lil something of how the hashira men react to an f reader giving them a sweater they made for them? I feel silly requesting something so dorky. 

~faqs~

Will it fit? is Gyomei’s first concern as his fingers peruse the fuzzy material shoved shyly into his awaiting hands

—HEHEHE 😏

—Will it fit? 😏😏

—Why do I always get struck by Horny Cupid™ whenever I hc for Gyomei? 🥲

—The man’s a stud 😏😏😏

—That’s why 😌

—Anyway

He doesn’t recall you asking to take his measurements

But then he remembers how often you borrow his clothes

#you don’t need to ask

#it’s OUR closet tyvm 😃

“What’s the occasion?” he questions softly, slipping off his current shirt in favor of trying on his new sweater

—HELLO ABS 😳🫠

—Nothing wrong w/ your partner undressing in front of you, nothing at all 🫢

“Y’know you can wear it over a shirt, right?”

So sue you if you’re suddenly a tad breathless 😅

Gyomei smirks at the hitch in your voice

He’s onto us you 😵‍💫

“I thought you’d be more appreciative of my method.” 😎

—Hrr 🥵

“Does it fit?”

“You tell me,” he chuckles, “Does it look okay? I’m not bursting at the seams?”

*cue unapologetic glance downward*

“N-nope, not bursting at the seams.” 🙃

“I’ll wear it,” he promptly answers your silently hovering question, “I’m honored by the time and effort you put into this gift. Thank you.”

“How honored?” you squeak

“Extremely,” as he reaches for your face, his mouth curving into a gentle smile as you settle your jaw into his cupped palms, “You are simply the best.”

He kisses your nose knowing it’ll make you giggle ☺️

“I can’t accept this.”

Help this man

Obanai is already a tomato 🍅

Say something nice, and he might just squirt 😃

“What is that supposed to mean?” you huff, eyes narrowed at his immediate rejection of your hard work

“I don’t deserve it!” ☹️

“The hell you don’t deserve? Is my effort not worthy of your wear? Am I not worthy of you?”

You don’t mean to play dirty or harshly, but c’mon

Immediate rejection of a gift stings, yanno? 😕

“No, no, no, your effort is more than worthy! Too worthy! I just-”

Obanai shuts up, grabs the sweater, and tugs it over his head in one only slightly tangled motion

“CnIhvesumhep?” comes his garbled voice from somewhere inside the sweater

Rolling your eyes, you guide the collar around the top of his head, exasperated smile tugging at the corner of your mouth when his head finally pops through

“I graciously accept your gift,” he mumbles 😅

“Yeah?” you smirk, arms crossing, “That was so gracious of you.”

Pouting, he flicks your forehead faster than you can step back, cheeks dusted rose as he murmurs, “I’m working on it.” 🥺

You vow then and there to shower your sheepish, brilliant man in more gifts, more often

Nothing like a lil exposure therapy to quicken his progress 😇

(ofc, you don’t go too overboard, bc respecting his boundaries and comfort is foremost)

“I love it!” Kyojuro declares, dazzling grin on his face, eyes wide with delight as he hugs the sweater to his chest ❤️‍🔥

“You haven’t even tried it on!” you giggle, shoving playfully at his bicep, “If it doesn’t fit, then I can make adjustments.”

“If it is too small for me, then you are welcome to keep it for yourself, and I will commission you to make me a bigger, matching one!”

You blink once, twice

He really likes it that much?

“Is this you being generous, or sincere?” you ask, not unkindly

“I am being both!”

Damn his beautiful, brain-slowing smile 😭

What were you about to say? 🙃

“What if it’s too big?”

“Then I will be all the more cozy, and I will still commission you to make yourself a matching, oversized sweater!”

“If you’re so interested in wearing matching clothes, then you could just say so,” you snort, cheeks warming at the sight of Kyojuro’s skin peeking out from under his shirt 🫢

(bc he did the whole arms-raising-to-put-on-the-sweater-and-oop-there’s-his-sexy-midriff thing)

“I am interested in supporting you and your creative ventures!” striking a pose, “This might be the most comfortable sweater I have ever owned!” 🤗

“You’re exaggerating.” 🥴

“Perhaps,” he admits, closing the gap between your skepticism and his enthusiasm, lips planted firmly on your forehead, “But I meant it when I said I love it, and it fits perfectly fine.” 🥰

“Is this homemade?” he demands

… 😬

“Yes, Sanemi.”

“I can tell.”

Oof 🥲

But he puts it on faster than your embarrassment can react

“It fits,” in his typical gruff-w/-hint-of-pride/affection tone

—Truth be told, he didn’t expect it to fit 💀

He makes sure to wear it at least once a week 

Informs you about all the compliments it receives

(you can trust he isn’t lying bc he gets flustered and grumpy)

Doesn’t tell you about how he ~mildly threatens anyone who dares to even glance at it oddly 😃

Maybe it’s not his favorite sweater, but you’re his favorite person 💞

Sanemi’d never tell you this lest you took advantage, but: he’d swap out his entire wardrobe (and that includes his expensive items) for clothes handmade by you and only you 🥺

If you so desired to make him an entire new wardrobe, that is 😆

#he’d pay you, ofc #and he’d only miss his grey sweatpants ~a lil 😏 #emphasis on grey sweatpants 😏

—I need help

“I have a gift for you too,” Muichiro smiles, ears pink, nose crinkled happily

“Oh?”

“It’s not much,” as he wiggles into the sweater, “But it reminded me of you,” rushing off to fetch his present

“Tada!” he returns moments later, a mug cradled carefully against his chest, “I found it at a thrift shop.” 😁

Its coloring reminds you of the ocean after a storm, large and tall with a thick handle, textured sides providing dimension and uniqueness 🌊

“I thought you said we didn’t need more mugs,” you manage to mumble, cheeks already beginning to hurt from how widely you’re smiling 🥺🥰

“We don’t,” he shrugs, entirely unbothered, “But I’ll always need your happiness, and this makes you happy.”

It does 💓

—As a mug hoarder, Muichiro’s hcs are only ~very self indulgent of me 🤪

“You haven’t told me what you think about my gift to you!”

“It’s a bit tight around the shoulders, but the overall construction is phenomenal.” 👌

“I can adjust it.” 😅

“Yes please. I’ll wear it plenty if it fits properly.” 👍

Forwardness may not feel uber romantic, but well meaning honesty warms your heart all the same 😌

“It’s not holiday season,” Giyuu tilts his head, brow furrowed 🤨

“Are you calling it ugly?” you scowl, lips pursed, “Sweaters aren’t specifically for the holidays, Giyuu, they’re good for layering and style,” eyes narrowing, “Although perhaps the issue here is your overall lack of style?” 😐

“I��m not calling it ugly,” he deadpans, lump in his throat when he notices how shiny your eyes are, “Are you going to cry?” 😳

“NO.” 😖😢

“I’m not calling it ugly!” more urgent now, his expression softening as cool fingers brush gently against your cheek, “I suppose I do lack… style,” gruff tone coaxing a watery smile from you, “Will I regret asking for your expertise?” 😶🫶

“Maaaybe,” you finally crack an exuberant grin, turning your head to press a tender kiss into his palm, “There are a lot of rules.” 😃

“A lot of…” doing his best to conceal his noticeable grimace, “Rules?”

“There’re three main facets of fashion: comfort, utility, and just because.”

“Just because?” 🤔

—Confused Giyuu is my fave Giyuu teehee 😇

—Also: take my fashion ~advice w/ a grain of salt

—My main concern is color coordination

—Beyond that, I’m (almost) as oblivious/do-not-care as Giyuu 😂

“Sweatshirt and sweatpants combo? Comfort. Raincoat and rain boots when it’s raining? Utility. Athletic gear while working out? Utility. The incredible sweater I painstakingly made for you? Comfort and just because.”

Amusement flickers in his gaze as understanding slowly dawns 👀

“And what about pajamas?”

“Comfort and utility.”

“And,” his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Nude?” 🫢

“All three,” you wink, “Especially if it involves both of us in bed.”

Giyuu may lack style, but he does not lack the ability to end up in bed—nude—w/ you 😵‍💫😈😉

Tengen: Does it light up? 🧐

Suma: It’s gorgeous! 😍 *squeals excitedly*

You: Excuse me? 😐

Tengen: *pondering* Can you add glitter? 🤔

Hina: Tengen… 😕

Tengen: Don’t get me wrong! I love the design, and the fit is comfortable, but-

Makio: Did you not notice the interwoven tinsel yarn?

Tengen: *huffs* Is that what’s so itchy? 😒

You: TENGEN. 😑

Tengen: *pouts* I have sensitive breasts. 😞

You: *scowling* So wear a damn shirt underneath it.

Tengen: *wistful sigh* But then your love and affection won’t directly touch my skin. 🥺

Suma: Ooh babe, could you make me one next? ☺️ *bambi eyes*

Makio: Hold up, ME next! 😁 *gripping your hand*

Hina: *patiently* I’d love one too, please and thank you. 😇

Tengen: One of you could have mine, and then I could get a new one that doesn’t irritate my br-

Everyone sans Tengen: TENGEN! 😡

Hina: Be grateful, not greedy!

Makio: Shut up about your breasts.

Suma: I’ll take yours, and give it the appreciation and attention it deserves!

Tengen: *thoroughly berated* Thank you [y/n], I apologize for my insensitivity and selfishness. 😓

You: *amused* *Makio is tucked into your left side* *Suma into your right* Is it truly that itchy?

Tengen: *quietly* No.

You: I’ll make sweaters as your birthday gifts, does that seem fair enough? 💝

Makio: *thinking hard* Fine.

Suma: *wetly smooches your cheek* Perfect! Thank you!

Hina: If you wouldn’t mind teaching me, then I’d be content to make my own. *eyeing Makio, Suma, and Tengen* You already have your hands full, after all. 😝

You: *giggling* *meanwhile, the aforementioned trio glare @ Hina* It’d be my pleasure. 🫶

Tengen: Alright, alright, group hug! 😤

You: *cooing* Aww, do you feel left o- 

Tengen: *proceeds to squish you, Hina, Makio, and Suma into a gigantic hug* *aka he most certainly does feel left out* 🙄💗

[aris-ink]

hii ari! i hope you are doing good! make sure to take care of yourself <3 your step bro fics are such faves of mine , omgg you are such an amazing writer <33 if you are doing requests, could you please write about step brother jungkook and same age reader , where the reader is sad or crying for some reason and jk ends up comforting her thru f*cking ?

hi! 💕 tysm, I love you and yes please 🥺 this wasn't very specific so I hope it's close to what you wanted <3 take care of yourself too angel <3

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: allusions to violence (not towards the reader), allusions to depression, pseudo incest, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of fingering & oral sex, praise kink, rough sex (but also very soft somehow bc jk is a total simp in love), creampie

Rain trickled down the windows of your bedroom, tapping rhythmically against the glass and blurring out the night. You felt blurry too, distorted, cheeks stained from tears, the wetness stuck in your eyelashes. Grabbing your face, Jungkook tried to kiss it all away. A tinge of color spread throughout your bones. The blurriness seemed to dissolve, clearer thoughts and sensations emerging. His warmth seeped into you, melting away the frigid numbness that had encased your soul.

He moved forward, knees bumping against yours, kissing you so desperately there was not an inch of space left between your bodies and not an ounce of air left in your lungs.

It wasn't always like this.

Usually, Jungkook took his time with you, relishing in every shallow breath and every little twitch of your limbs, sucking on your neck until it bruised. He liked to switch between finger fucking you in his lap and burying his face in between your legs, until you quivered under the sheets and his tongue made you forget your parents were sound asleep in the other room. Drunk on you, he used your mouth like a toy, praising you all the way through it, thighs tense and hard dick twitching in your throat.

There was no time for any of that tonight, though. You just wanted to feel real, wanted the heat and the weight of his body pinning you down, holding you together; and as always, Jungkook was there to provide. His hands were all over you, palming your ass before he pushed you down onto your bed, lips refusing to part from yours. He unclasped his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans, aching to be inside you, to take all your pain away and leave behind nothing but his marks. You received no warning and no time to prepare; your soaked underwear was pulled aside, and the next thing you knew Jungkook filled you up to the brim, groaning lowly into your mouth.

You arched beneath him, gasping, your cunt clenching so tightly he broke into sweat. With a quiet grunt, he pulled back out, cock pulsing and leaking; only to shove its entire, thick length back inside, wasting no time in setting an aggressive pace.

You squealed, grabbing onto his broad shoulders for support, legs wrapping around his waist for no more than a moment before the force of his thrusts made them slip back down. Even so, there was no escape from his powerful frame trapping you beneath him. Not even the clothes, messed up from being tugged at, seemed to create any barrier between you. You could still feel the heat of his skin bleeding through the cotton of his t-shirt, and each ripple of his muscles as he fucked you. The rest of the world was mist; the mattress groaning beneath you, the ticking of the clock that signaled your parents would be home soon, the stress and the weight of every long day dragging on. It became nothing but a cloud ghosting through your fingers, too close to the ground to bother you. Up high, the only thing you felt, heard and remembered was Jungkook. His tongue entwining with yours, the hoarse moans bordering on whines, barely muffled by his kiss; and the hot, white rapture coiling deep in your abdomen, spreading through you like a fever.

How selfish it was of him, to drag you down into the shadows where you did not belong. And yet they seemed kinder than the harsh, blinding light you were expected to walk in, welcoming and understanding of your sorrows. And sometimes, Jungkook couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you'd decide to leave one day and make a home with someone you didn't have to be ashamed of loving. Someone much less twisted and much more deserving of you. Someone who didn't need to stain their hands with blood out of a monstrous fear of losing you.

Hopeless, he ended the sloppy kiss, eyes dark and blown out when they looked into yours.

"Pretty," he choked out, swallowing down a whimper. "So pretty. Love you, love you, love you- fuuucck-"

The way you clenched around his cock made him pound you faster, the sound so wet and lewd he couldn't stop twitching inside you. He had a feeling your hips were going to get bruised, and with the way you clawed at his back and moaned his name, god, he hoped they would.

"Come with me," he breathed, voice shaky, ringed fingers grasping your chin.

You mewled, nodding your head, incapable of providing any other answer. Pressing his lips to yours, Jungkook used his free hand to hold on to your thigh, digging into the soft flesh.

"I got you, baby, I got you."

The soothing promise melted into a deep groan, the thread he was hanging on snapping unexpectedly when your cunt squeezed him tighter, gushing onto his cock. He stilled abruptly, letting the velvet heat of your walls massage him through his orgasm, emptying himself inside you completely.

A sigh.

Not bothered cleaning you up, he disconnected himself from you just to get undressed. Even if he had the energy for it, he was much happier knowing you were full of his cum, sated, your pretty pussy wet instead of your pretty eyes. He knew you had classes in the morning; he did too, and you both needed some sleep. He also knew he couldn't stay in your bed, because soon his father would walk in through the door, your mother following right after.

But just as much as Jungkook didn't want to leave you alone, he didn't want to sleep without you either. It was two am when he sneaked back into your bedroom, doing his best not to disturb your rest.

You stirred anyway, curling up to him as he wrapped his arms around you, his chin finding rest on the crown of your head. Wide awake, he laid in the dark, holding you close to his chest.

Tap tap tap.

It was still raining. His lips brushed against your hair as he glanced down at you.

"Baby?"

You hummed so softly he almost missed it. He ran his fingers down your thigh, like touching you eased his aches too, made spring bloom in the bleak winter of his own bones.

And it did.

"I wish I could-" he tried, then paused. So many words, so many languages, and yet nothing felt fitting enough. "... Sorry I can't love you the way you deserve," he whispered. "But I'll love you the way you need."

There was no reply; only the ongoing sound of rain and the softness of your even breathing. He didn't mind. He pressed a kiss into your forehead and closed his eyes.

Some secrets and promises were better off left in the dark, too.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Shifters AUUUUUUUU!

"No one ever cared about me like you." 🩷

Pando my loves

Shifters au my love 🥺

Lando wasn't sure what time it was exactly, but there were stars in the sky and the yacht they had rented for the break was swaying softly, making him relax. They were lying on the outdoor seating of the deck, the padded seats were comfortable under them but Pierre's chest was the comfiest. He was lying back against it with Pierre's chin resting against his curls. Pierre's arms were wrapped around him loosely as they listened to the waves, and just existed. He was making patterns out of the stars, tracing the with his eyes and a finger pointed at the sky. His voice soft as he made ridiculous comments that had Pierre laughing underneath him, jostling Lando a little with the force of it. There was something just peaceful, and intimate about this as Lando felt a hand sneak under his shirt to rest against his stomach. It had butterflies fluttering in stomach, and his eyes closing. The heat of Pierre's hand warming him against the chill in the air, and making him feel loved. It was always the small things Pierre did that made Lando feel like this, like he could break into song at any moment or that he could put pen to paper and write Pierre a love letter of all the little things that made this relationship special. Sometimes, Lando was still waiting for the other shoe to drop or for someone to yell 'prank' because it was too good to be true, but that never happened. Pierre was unlike anyone he had ever been with, and Lando was so overwhelmed by it sometimes that he didn't know what to say, but tonight, it slipped out anyway. "No one has ever cared about me like you", Lando whispered, turning his head so his cheek rested on the others chest. He could hear his heartbeat like this as Pierre hummed, encouraing him to continue, "It's all the little things you do. You love me in a way no one else ever has, and I love you for it. I fall for you all over again every day, Pierre. I don't want it to ever stop" There was a kiss pressed to his head, and Pierre's heart was beating wildly under his ear, soothing him like the waves had done before. "No one has ever loved me the way you do, either", Pierre whispered back, fingers tracing a heart on his stomach, "You make me feel like I'm in a fairytale sometimes, and I hope it never ends" Lando could only smile wider at that admission. His own heart fluttering at the words admitted to the stars as he tried to find something else to say but Pierre was shifting under him. He moved them softly until they were lying side by side, eye to eye, and then he kissed him under the stars. And Lando made a wish that his would last forever.

[sunlightbabe]

Hi Emily 💕

Congrats on the 1000 followers, you deserve every one of them.

I won't annoy you with my terrible taste in music ... But I love the idea <3

And I'm torn between please make me laugh and break my heart .... So ....

List 1, number 15 and with Thomas. Please and thank you 🥺💕

hi foxy 💛 this is super late but i've always promised to write all the things i have asks for hehe. i hope you enjoy the angst <3

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It's quieter out here on the back porch. Behind you, back inside the house, you can only faintly hear the ongoing party- the din of people talking, people laughing, music blasting on the speakers, too faint to know what song but loud enough that you can still hear the bass through the glass sliding door separating you from all the noise. The view out here isn't so bad, you suppose. The grass is a little overgrown and it looks like the flower beds could use a watering, but from here you get a decent view of the night sky. The stars are nearly twinkling and there's a story-book-esque wispy cloud drifting in front of the full moon. It's relaxing. You're grateful that you're alone-

But as soon as the thought enters your head, you hear the door slide open behind you and the relative quietness of the moment is ruined as the noises from inside filter out and disturb your peace.

Sitting on the steps of the back porch, you close your eyes and inhale slowly. Maybe it's just someone out here for a quick smoke. Maybe soon you'll be alone again-

"Got a light?"

Who knew three simply words would jolt down your spine like an electric shock, stomach dropping. You would recognize that voice anywhere. You've spent enough nights falling asleep to it's late night ramblings, a familiar warmth pressed along your back, a wandering hand trailing lightly down your side and easing you into sleep.

Ignoring the sudden ache in your chest, you turn to look over your shoulder. Thomas is standing there in the moonlight, his slightly too large shirt slipping a little off one shoulder, his fingers nervously tapping against his thigh where his arm hangs loosely by his side. His back is to the door and so it's hard to see his face, to see what he looks like. Maybe it's better this way.

"No, sorry." You can feel the weight of your lighter in your pocket.

You turn your head and focus back on the yard, on the wilting flowers around the porch, on the scattering of trees and bushes at the end of the yard. A moment passes. You don't hear the door open again.

You do hear the creak of wood as Thomas walks towards you and sits beside you- a respectable distance away, as if you were strangers. As if you didn't know how nasally his voice got when he was sick, as if you didn't know his comfort foods or how engrossed in his work he could get, as if you didn't know he was so laughably bad at directions but it didn't matter because no matter where you went, there was always fun to be had, always an adventure waiting for you, always something new and exciting and-

You stop your rambling brain. There's no point in treading such familiar paths, not when you know what lays at the end.

You sit on the steps. Thomas sits on the steps. No one makes a move until-

Until.

".. how have you been?" he asks, voice a little quiet, a little unsure. As if he maybe shouldn't be asking you this. You wish he wouldn't, truthfully, but just hearing him against makes you shift a little more towards him. There's always been something within you pulling you to him and you fucking hate it.

"I'm alright," you lie. "You?"

A moment of hesitation. You refuse to look at him but from the corner of your eye, you see Thomas slump a little, elbows against his knees. You want to reach out and smooth your hand against his back, maybe scratch a little at the back of his neck and into his hairline just like you know he likes.

Your hands clench in your lap instead.

"I'm... busy," he says with a shallow chuckle. "Feels like I can't catch my breath, you know?"

You do and you don't. You haven't been in his place, but you've traveled alongside him. You remember the jetlag and visiting places you can't actually see before heading off somewhere else. You remember the late nights and early mornings and all the work between them both.

Thomas continues.

"I'm grateful, of course. For the chance to... to live out my dreams. I can't imagine me doing anything else- can you?" he asks with a little scoff. He fiddles with the rings on his fingers and you watch him. "It can just be a lot, at times. It's thrilling and I never want it to end but..."

He trails off. He doesn't finish the thought, but he doesn't have to.

It's stressful. You remember the nights where he couldn't sleep, working too hard, putting himself so fully into the music. The closer the deadline, the more stressed he would get. You remember arguments, harsh little comments thrown at each other- Thomas stressed about the music, you stressed about juggling your own life while juggling his, making sure you went to work on time and called your mother and paid your bills while making sure Thomas ate and got enough sleep and-

In the end, it hadn't felt much like a relationship. You had become a burden to each other and resentment had blossomed between you. Neither of you addressed it, not until it was too late, and you wondered how things would have turned out if you had. If you had taken a moment to talk about your feelings, taken a chance to hear each other out, to listen and grow.

There's a cricket somewhere in the backyard, chirping quietly. The song inside changes and you ca hear the party whoop excitedly at whatever song is now playing.

The silence between you grows.

"I shouldn't be here," Thomas says after a moment. "I should be sleeping. We're flying out first thing tomorrow, so..." He shrugs a little and you fight the urge to shift closer, to rest your head on his shoulder.

Things had fallen apart at the end but looking at him still hurts. Being so close to him makes your chest ache and you remember all the laughter and smiles, all the kisses and touches, all the joy between you two.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

"Just another thing to regret, yeah?" he asks with a sad little laugh.

You bite your cheek harder. What else do you regret? Do you regret letting us end? Do you regret letting me go?

So many things you wish you had said, when you could have said them. But that was months ago and you should know better than to dig up the past.

Thomas looks at you, and you look at him. He's waiting for you to say something, you know it. It almost looks like he's desperate for it, desperate for you to actually talk to him, to hear your voice, for you to open yourself up to him, even if it's just small talk at someone's party.

You look away and stand up, wiping your sweaty palms against your thighs.

"... go home, Thomas," you say, fighting the urge to look at him. "Go home, get some sleep."

He says your name, hardly louder than a whisper, and you can feel his fingers brush against yours. You take a step back, then another, distancing yourself from him.

"Leave. Leave before you have something else to add to your list of regrets."

The noise he makes, small and wounded, follows after you as you head back inside. Even the music blasting from inside isn't enough to drown out the way it echoes in your head.

[pervysenpaix]

Can you do something with Kaminari? Really anything, I’ve been feeling shitty and I need a distraction

Hello, nonnie. I’ve been having a tough time too; wanna talk about it ? m’all soft and sad and normally when i’m like that i wanna write boys being mean cause ✨trauma✨. So how about I continue my little bully!kaminari au minus the piss kink cause i dunno if you’re into that. I hope terribly written psuedocomfort porn makes you feel better; if it tickles your pickle pls let me kno cause praise kink 🥺

Pairing | Denki Kaminari X Black Reader

TW!DubCon, Bullying, Degradation, Praising, Comfort , Chubby Reader , College AU— so quirks exist but UA is a university. , All characters 22 (senior year).

18+ NSFW content- MDNI

Denki Kaminari is alot of things. He’s incredibly handsome. He’s super popular. He’s a future pro hero.

He’s also bullied you since freshman year.

Typical bully stuff— pulling your hair , bumping into you, making you do his homework, having you bend over so he can fuck your thick thighs since you you’re being so stingy with your virgin cunt.

You know, the usual.

The man is high key obsessed with you but he’s shit at having conversations with girls that go past whether they’re on birth control or not. That’s why he always ended up teasing you until tears pricked the corner of your eyes just to “make it up to you” later.

But there was something different this time.

Usually it’d take a lot more than a whispered “ hey chubs” with a squeeze to the tummy to get the water works started.

“You cryin’?” He spins you around to get a better look at you when he hears a sniffle. Both hands on your cheeks to to pull your face closer to his. You whine in protest as you try to get away but he holds you steady. “Asked you a question, right dummy ?”

His tone holds no malice. Golden eyes brimming with concern. It’s almost tender the way he brushes the tears from your face.

“Just not feeling very good about myself, Kami” you hiccup, locked in place by his crystalline glare.

Denki pouts, hands dropping to your shoulders as he ponders something. Then he repositions one on the back of your neck and pulls you up for a kiss. Soft and sweet making you chase after him when he pulls away.

“Wanna show you something…”

It’s so embarrassing the position that he has you in. Sitting in his lap with your legs thrown over his. Him resting against the headboard with one hand placed on your tummy and the other moving between your thick thighs. He pumps fingers in and out of your heat at a steady pace, pausing ever so often to lap at the sheen coating them. His name falls off your lips in breathy chants, begging him to let you cum. He tsks, pulling his fingers out to slap your cunt. “No, dummy” he sneers, “I’m gonna keep teasing this fat lil pussy until you do as I say”. You groan in aroused frustration— out of all the torturous things he’s done to you, this has got to be the worst. Slowly, you open your eyes and your cheeks are immediately set ablaze as you meet your reflection. You look wrecked. Hair frizzy. Shirt unbuttoned. Panties slipped to the side with pale ringed fingers swiping through your slick. Arousal bloomed in your midsection and you’re panting—desperate for release. “P-please , Kami. I wanna— I need to-..” He shushes you with a kiss behind your ear. “You know what you have to do, babe” he cooed, voice syrupy sweet. “All you have to do is say it”. You bite your lip, stomach churning from the mixture of embarrassment and arousal. With a deep breath you lock gazes in the mirror and whisper “ I’m b-beautiful, smart and capable. Denki’s perfect little chubby b-bunny. The only ….” You pause, thighs trembling as he rolls his thumb over your bundle. “Keep going, dummy” he growls, pinching your clit for emphasis. “T-the only thing that should make me cry is Denki’s fat cock”.

“Good girllll— now cum”.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I finished your chris evans reader insert on archive AGAIN 😳🥵 can has another? 🥺👉👈 im in dire need of it 🤲 something related to the sluttiness chris has been embodying recently? 😍

related to my Chris Evans × Reader (both fem and masc chapters available) on AO3 called: "You Heard The Rumors 'Bout These Legs, Well I'm The One Who Spread 'Em"

Also, aw, thank you sweetheart, it's always lovely to hear that people go back and re-read my fics! I have my own fics that I read again and again and again so it's fun to be that for someone else <3

And, while not an entire fic (mostly because I don't know how to write anything brief haha)... you can certainly have a drabble! Inspired by all the recent sluttiness as you wish 😘

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader (with dirty talk, grinding/humping, outdoor hooking up, and hand jobs) under the cut

"How're you doing, big guy?" You purr, climbing into Chris' lap and settling yourself there, one hand on his shoulder and the other carding through his fluffy hair. There's no gel in it today - keeping it slick and in place - instead, some of it has fallen out of its usual style and onto his forehead. Partly the reason there's no product in his hair is because he's been in and out of the pool all day. Swimming, lying in the sun, and running Dodger around the yard, playing chase, in just his swim trunks, sunglasses, and his pendant necklace swinging or hitting his tattooed, untrimmed chest- glinting in the sun. You told him earlier, jokingly, that he's gonna have a tan line from it if he keeps it on, he still hasn't taken it off though. Not that you mind. You take your hand out of his hair for a moment, righting the pendent to sit in the middle of the chain.

"Mmm-?" he hums, sitting up more now, propped on his elbows. You hadn't realized he was napping, eyes shut under those dark shades.

You chuckle, "sleepy?" you ask while ruffling his hair. Amused and so, so entranced. He's so handsome.

"A little." He breathes in hugely, impressive chest rising and falling deeply. You can't help but place both hands on his bare chest. You feel the thump, thump, thump of his heart and the soft scratch of his chest hair under your spread fingers and palms.

"I always pegged you as more of a dog, but here you are, sitting in the sun and stealing cat naps so I'm not so sure anymore..." you say, smiling. And you don't say it but you do think it- that it's fair for him to be sleepy. He's been working hard. Acting as he normally does but also voice acting, working tirelessly on his website, plus doing press for the on-screen acting and voice acting. You know well that press takes the most out of him. He deserves a lazy day in the sun.

"Yeah. 'S better with you here now though," he charms, sleep still clinging to his voice. He's playing with the waist of your shorts as he slips his hands around you. Encircling.

You haven't been out with him the whole day, some of it, sure, whenever you needed a break from your work-from-home job, but not the whole time. So you aren't dressed for swimming or lounging in the sun as he is. Still, his hands find your naked skin as if you are dressed to lay out, caressing your sides and back. The breadth of his hands on you is familiar and comforting.

"Is it?" You breathe, not thinking about what you're saying, just trying to get more of that deep, rumbling timbre out of his mouth and in your ears. His morning (or generally post-sleep) voice is fantastic.

"Always is," he murmurs back, sliding his hands out from under your clothes and up your back, over your shirt. Once his hands get to your shoulders he takes ahold of them to bring you down against him. And he sighs, satisfied when you're laid flat against each other. Chest to chest.

Chris' beard is soft and vaguely scratchy just like his chest hair. It tickles your face as you lean in for a slow, sun-melted kiss. Chris tastes like himself and a little like chlorine plus the beer he's been drinking all afternoon. And, actually, he might just smell like chlorine from swimming so much- sweat and chlorine and just the barest hint of his cologne that hasn't been washed off yet.

He kisses you harder. More force and more lust behind his intent. Waking up. Yeah... waking up more for sure.

One of you parts your lips, then the other.

Then you're licking into each other's mouths. Kissing harder. Kissing sloppier. Chris' beard rasps against your face. His lips are soft and plush against yours. It's intoxicating. His teeth nip at you teasingly. Your lungs burn, needing oxygen bad but you're unwilling to give this up. Not yet. Not without a fight. You push just a little harder.

Then break away, panting. Just for long enough to get enough air into your system, then you dive right back in- desperate. Starved for it.

Your noses hit together a little too hard. It doesn't stop either of you. You have to keep going. Keep going.

Amidst the ramping up kisses, getting hotter and hotter between you both, his hands slide down to your ass. They feel massive on you. His heavy hands.

His hands grope you through your clothes until he becomes too impatient and slips his hands underneath your shorts and underwear.

You rip your mouths apart to gasp. His hands on your bare skin makes you gasp. He pinches you. Just changing things up. You gasp again, louder this time. And he laughs, low and shiver-indusing with the how dangerous and teasing it feels. "Chriss-"

Against your mouth he rumbles, kissing again, just a passionate and burning, "what?" Then, "you got more work to do or somethin'? Somewhere you gotta run off to, huh, baby?"

"N-no," you pant hard against his mouth, wishing he was kissing you instead of using that wonderful mouth to talk.

"Then what?" He challenges.

"Nothing," you puff, "I- I just like saying your name." You haven't been out in the sun long enough to get burned but you feel like you might've been. Your cheeks flushed.

Chris' lips curl into a cocky smirk, "yeah?" He grabs you harder, his fingers digging into your ass and his impressive erection digging into your front. "Say it again then. C'mon sweet thing," he coos, "say my name."

"Chris-" you obey with a shiver.

Chris groans for your trouble, nosing your jaw. Leaning closer. You drop your head to reach his lips better, aching to kiss him more.

You kiss him hard. Gasping at the electric heat zapping between you and now pooling low in your stomach.

His tongue slips between your lips, fucking into your mouth. Wet and hot and- your toes curl as his mouth and hands envelope you wholly.

You can't think about anything but this.

Just this.

"Chris-" you say it right into his mouth this time. Barely audible and chasing the obscene sound of his name coming out of your lips by biting his lower lip. He makes another hungry sound, tilting his face up more to get more of your mouth. Hotly needy. Loving it when you both cut loose and get little rough.

You bite him again. You chase the hurt away with a flick of your tongue. He groans so lowly, so roughly it comes out as a growl.

Fuck.

Chris is restless underneath you. He's just woken up and he's moving up into you in an uncoordinated fashion, like he really did just get bumped out of his dreams. Early morning... moving with what feels good. Aninal. Instinctive.

His hips are twitching up against you like he can't control them. His breaths are coming out unsteady and rough from that huge, gorgeous chest. His lips haven't closed yet from his last groan- his last growl.

Now, he makes another little sound though. High and desperate. His face, neck, and chest are a beautiful, flushed pink. You squirm intentionally on top of him, grinding a little, panting at how hot and heavy and thick he is under you. His swim trunks do nothing to conceal his cock. You love it.

You run your fingers through his hair and then push his sunglasses up into his hair so you can see his eyes...

They're dark and heavily lidded, almost shut as he stares hungrily at you. He doesn't speak. Just stares, lips gaped and breathing heavily with his fingertips digging into your sides.

"Feel good?" You whisper, moving a hand between your grinding bodies so you can cup his heavy, hard cock.

"Uh-huh," he puffs, nodding jaggedly. Moaning when you grab him more firmly. He throbs in your hand.

You squeeze him harder through his swim trunks. You stroke the impressive length of him. Hot. Heavy. He lets out another moan, throwing his head back on the deck chair he's reclined on. The motion makes his sunglasses hit back down over his nose. You'd laugh at it, especially at the shocked look he suddenly makes, not expecting the shades to be there, but you're too focused on making him feel good. Massaging him. Thick, hot, and heavy under your hand.

You lean down enough to bite his bearded jaw.

He makes a wordless sound that almost could be your name.

Encouraging it, this obscene show he's putting on by just being him and enjoying himself, you keep using your mouth. Biting his jaw. Kissing his neck. Nipping his collarbones. Taking that stupidly attractive little pendant on his necklace between your teeth. And working your way lower, lower, lower. All the while you have one hand on his cock. Stroking him gently but mostly focusing on squeezing and drawing your thumb across where you know the sensitive head of his cock lies. You love the way he twitches when you touch that part of him. All of those nerve endings. Right there. Sensitive and red-hot.

"God," he pants and his hips jerk up hard. Your gut swoops with arousal. Between sloppy kisses over his clenching abs, you bite your lip.

Fuck.

He's so hot.

"C'mon baby," you murmur, lips to his skin, tasting of sunscreen and sweat and chlorine, "tell me about how you feel."

"Feels good," he breathes as you get to the waistband of his swim trunks. Kissing. Licking. Pulling at the damp fabric with your teeth only to let it snap back against him. He hisses. He gasps. His hips jokt forward, wordlessly begging for it. It's heady, making him react like that.

"What else?" You demand.

"Feels... feels good," he puffs, having a hard time keeping it together with one of his hands now in your hair and the other at his side, balled into a fist. "Your hand, oh God, baby, it feels so good." You massage his cock with the heel of your palm just for that. Making it good for him. More good. "And- and your mouth. Your mouth is- mmm, it's so good. It feels so good. You're doing so good for me. Please don't stop. Don't stop. Ngh-!" He rambles.

His slurred words and cute, outrageously attractive pleads don't go unnoticed. You pull the band of his shorts down, exposing his cock to your eager eyes and the open air. You make a fist around him, kissing his hip, his v-line tattoos, and intent to put your mouth around the crown of his cock to work at swallowing him all down (you always have to be gentle and go slow because of the size of him) but-

"Oh, oh, God, baby-!" He whines as you stroke him, convulsing as he busts. His hot, wet release gets on your face and neck and over his lower stomach as he moans, pants, and swears through his orgasm. You don't mind. You don't mind the free show even as he breathlessly apologizes for it, saying he doesn't know what came over him, he just got caught up and- he should've warned you. He should've let you blow him like you were gonna but-

It doesn't matter. Squeezing his flagging erection now that he's cum, you watch, gleefully, the way he twitches once or twice, sensitive, before you crawl back up his body. "I don't care," you purr, watching his eyes catch the stain of his release over you, claiming you, "I just wanted to make you feel good, big guy, and it's good to know that I don't even have to try." You wink. He blushes. "I got you there so easy you couldn't even stop yourself..."

"Shit, baby," Chris growls, grabbing you with weak hands, pawing at you, sliding you in close, "you talk like that an' I'm not gonna stay soft for long," he threatens, then launches into that overwhelmingly attractive tone of voice that only seems to come out at particularly... intense... situations, "you want it? You want your turn? Whaddya want, honey, I'll give it to you. You want my mouth? You want my dick in you? My fingers? C'mon, whaddya think? Whadd're you craving, baby?"

[thebangtancloud]

One + One = Three

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst (to taste), Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Two months into your relationship and Taehyung has a special request :)

Warnings: Taehyung being the softest, most genuine boyfriend ever. He voices every thought without hesitation. He talks a lot and you're thoroughly enjoying it :)

Requested by @kimtaeshiya : Hii so I have a request if you could write an imagine where Taehyung convinces (y/n) for trying for a baby. And if you could add fluff and some romance too 🥺👉👈

A/n: I'm not too sure if this is what you had in mind, but I really just got carried away with that one video where Taehyung wipes away the tears of that little girl from the set and comforts her because she's crying. I've said this a million times and I could say it again, Taehyung is just going to be the best father on this planet.

"Hmm..." You smirked. "Would you care to explain what that was?"

Taehyung couldn't help but look away, his hand still in yours and his steps faltering ever so slightly.

"It's self-explanatory," he stated.

"Oh really?" Your head tipped back with a laugh. "What you said was self-explanatory?"

"Mhm," he adjusted his cap with his free hand.

"I'm not asking you to explain what you said, I'm asking you why you said what you said."

Taehyung paused momentarily to slip his hand past his knee to scratch at an itch, sniffing indifferently and tugging your hand to pull you back into the walk. Your house was 15 minutes away from where you both were right now, and Taehyung had insisted that he wanted to walk you back home instead of driving. So here you were, walking hand in hand down the footpath at half-past midnight with the man who had just admitted a desire that left your world shaking.

"It's true," Taehyung bit his lip. "I've always wanted to be a father."

"And you will, someday," you squeezed his hand gently. He looked to the side to catch a glimpse of your eyes staring back at him, a soft frown evident on his face.

"I want to have a child," Taehyung got straight to the point.

"You will."

"I want to have a child with you."

By then, he had pulled you to a stop, his hand guiding you to face him and gently tugging at your fingers enough to bring you a step closer to him. His black coat hung heavily over his shoulders, the collar of his cream shirt bent and sticking out rather awkwardly.

His hair was quite long, you noticed. Dyed a dark shade of brown after months of electric blue, his hair looked softer than his features, shining under the yellow glow of the streetlight above the two of you. His cap sat cushioned over his head, hiding almost half of his eyes under its shadow, yet the close proximity allowed you to properly gauge every reaction of his with ease.

"I know you do."

"I'm sorry, I made you uncomfortable, right?"

Taehyung looked nervous like he had just made a big mistake. His words were sincere over the dinner table, eyes looking for approval from his bandmates but both his hyungs mirrored his reaction because they could see how taken aback you were.

"No, I was simply surprised," you reassured him.

"I'm sorry," he repeated again.

"Taehyung," you called out to him to bring his attention back to you. "Don't worry about what you said, I wasn't uncomfortable, I promise."

"Yeah?" He looked hopeful.

"Mhm," you nodded. ""It really just surprised me.”

“I know all of this is like – too soon. Like, really soon. I shouldn’t have even said what I said, but I can’t help but be honest with you. That’s how I’ve always been with you, (Y/n).”

“And I appreciate that, my love.” You smiled encouragingly at him.

“You’re my best friend,” he admitted sincerely. “You have been the closest person to me for the past fourteen years and I don’t want this new chapter of our lives to change the bond that we had.”

It’s quite true. It was only recently that the two of you became aware of the growing feelings that you had for each other, and unlike most situations, you and Taehyung found your way to each other in your own time.

Three months ago, under the stars one night, Taehyung had spoken his heart out to you in the rawest, most vulnerable form, admitting that his love for you – as much as it had always been there – suddenly had a different tone to it.

A tinge of affection in the sense that he wanted to squeeze your cheeks every time you said something funny, unlike his usual playful slap to your arm.

A hint of possessiveness every time someone would turn back to take a longer look at you as they walked past, his hand automatically pulling you into his side and brushing off your questioning gaze with a broad grin.

A strange feeling in his tummy whenever he would hear the glorious laughter that would bubble out of you, a feeling that confused him and made him fall just a little silent to take a moment and reflect on the source of his nervousness that would suddenly overtake him.

A sense of jealousy whenever a guy would approach you for reasons he had no mind to pay attention to, an urge to simply stand up and tell the world that he did, in fact, have a reason to protect you behind him, a reason that once did not exist but he wanted it to. He wanted to be called more than just your best friend.

He wanted to be called your boyfriend.

He wanted to be your boyfriend.

And just as he went on about how much he longed to hold your hand and never stop looking into your eyes and simply lean into you and just kiss you – you showed him that he could. Because that night, under the stars, you shut him up with the softest, most amazing kiss the two of you have ever had. So soft and so filled with love that Taehyung actually began to cry, but he had assured you that they were tears of happiness because he just could no longer contain his love for you.

Taehyung had always been honest that way. Brutally honest; if you will. He spoke what came to his mind and rarely put much thought into whether or not it would make you feel good or bad until he has said it.

So of course, even though you and Taehyung had been best friends for fourteen years, Taehyung just had to confess that he had been dreaming of becoming a father. And even though you and Taehyung had been dating for a mere two months, Taehyung just had to tell you that he wanted to do that with you.

“It won’t change us, Tae,” you murmured gently.

“Is it so wrong to want that? To have a baby with you?” He wondered with a small voice.

“It really isn’t,” you smiled fondly.

“I’ve known you for what feels like a lifetime, and these past two months haven’t felt any different because it’s you. You’re the woman that I love, you’re the woman that I’ve loved and you’re the one that I’ll always love. I will marry you one day, and I want to have a family with you.”

Your heart began to swell with love at his words, absolutely loving this feature of your boyfriend. Honest, brutally honest, and vocal about every little thing that’s on his mind. You loved it so much.

“Do you see us that way, too?” He finally asked you.

You really just couldn’t take it anymore, so without a word, you stepped forward and wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into your embrace. He sighed into your neck, melting into your touch and breathing out a soft hum.

“I do,” you mumbled into his coat. “I do see us that way.”

“I should’ve talked to you about this in private,” he began with the tiniest shake of his head, nuzzling his face deeper into the warmth of your skin. “But that little boy that ran past our table really made me feel like one day - I want our baby to run around like that too.”

“I saw the expression on your face,” you spoke softly, running a loving hand across his back. “I knew what you were thinking at that moment.”

“You did?” He pulled back but held you close to him, looking at you with wide eyes.

You nodded with a grin. “I did.”

“Were you thinking the same thing as me?” asked Taehyung.

“Not exactly the same thing,” you smiled softly, reaching for his collar and straightening it. “I was thinking of what a lovely dad you would be one day.”

“You think I would?” His smile widened in fascination, eyes glazing over at the thought of it actually happening someday.

“I know you would.”

“Ah,” he giggled a little, feeling on top of the world. “I’m really hoping for that to happen soon.”

“It just might,” you ran a gentle finger over his cheek. He looked back down into your eyes after the little daydream that he had slipped into, eyebrows raising ever so slightly.

“Am I wrong to assume that you’re wanting the same?”

Your head shook, letting your fingers intertwine behind his neck. “You’re not. I want to have a baby with you, too, Taehyung.”

“You do?!” He shrieked, instantly lowering his voice after noticing the little echo, a mischievous giggle slipping past his lips when his shoulders raised sheepishly. “Oops.”

“That was loud,” your head tipped back in laughter.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, gazing down at you fondly. “You do?”

“I certainly do.” Your nod of confirmation made him gasp happily.

“I really love you,” he admitted sincerely, leaning just a little into you so that he could kiss the skin beneath your eye. “I love you more than I could ever describe.”

“And I love you more, Taehyung,” you responded genuinely. “I love you so much.”

“Now that I think of it,” he wondered, eyes beginning to travel around the place distractedly. “I know that I want to have a baby with you, but I want to do things right. I want to ask you to marry me first. Then I want us to plan every little detail of our wedding and also our home. We’re gonna have the best home ever. We’ll make it so beautiful that even our kids will never want to leave it.”

You could only gaze up at the man of your dreams in awe, too speechless to say anything.

"It's probably weird that I've already thought of all this, and whenever the boys and I would talk about the time we would finally settle down and have kids, they all really wanted their first child to be a boy."

He caught your eye briefly, a distracted smile lifting the corners of his lips. He was still deep in thought, too excited to tell you all that he had been thinking about, so without any hesitation, he reached for your hand and pulled the two of you back into a walk again.

"But I really want a girl," he whispered gently. "I want to have a daughter."

"You do?" you mumbled in fascination, allowing him to guide you because you were too lost in the light that twinkled in his eyes.

"I do, (Y/n)," he nodded. "I want to be able to braid her hair and buy her little dresses and boots. Maybe even those flower hair clips that we saw in the store that day."

Your heart leaped at the thought.

"I want to be able to sing to her and let her fall asleep on my shoulder knowing that her daddy would always be there to take care of her. I'll let her take the school bus instead of driving her there because my little girl will learn how to become strong."

"You've thought a lot about this," you observed with a fond smile.

"A man can dream, (Y/n)." Taehyung turned to glance at you with the most genuine smile, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

"I've always pictured you having a daughter, too," you murmured. His steps visibly slowed, giving you his full attention.

"I saw you that day. With the little girl from the set. You comforted her when she was crying and I swear I almost melted into a puddle when I saw you wipe away her tears. You were so gentle, it made my heart skip a beat or something."

Taehyung chuckled at your words, a long sigh coming from him soon after.

"You know? I've always had this thought in my mind. Like - I don't want to spoil my kids rotten. I want them to grow well, I want them to become independent. I want them to play around and fall and scrape their knees or elbows because ten years later they'll look at those scars and know that they've truly lived their childhood well."

"That's...true actually," you noted with a little nod. "Wow, I never thought of it that way."

"I love children," Taehyung finally finished with a grin. "I love kids, and I really can't wait until I have my own."

"You're going to be such an amazing father, Taehyung." You pulled his arm closer to yours, linking it with your own and attaching him to your side. Taehyung couldn't do much but smile, a glaze over his eyes making them glisten as if he had tears in them.

But he was happy. You were happy. This moment, as real as it was, felt like a dream. A dream that was finally coming true.

"I could only do that with you by my side, (Y/n)."

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Not me realizing that I now have 4/7 stories about Taehyung as a dad omg. Is it too much? No, it's not.

Should there be another part to this to see the aftermath? After they get married? It's got me wondering :)

[bucksfucks]

i’m just thinking about super lazy morning sex with biker!bucky

maybe he’s hungover and you’re half awake but it’s all consensual and you both just want each other

⟶ wake up call • biker!bucky

warnings || lazy sex, morning sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, pubic hair, pet-names, teasing, hungover bucky, drinking, praise kink — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

word count || > 1,000 words

notes || i couldn’t help but write a short blurb 🥺

Sunlight slowly flitted in through the curtains of Bucky’s—and now yours, apartment as you let the warm summer breeze dance over your skin until goosebumps jumped up in joy.

It was mornings like these where you really felt at peace.

Nothing but you and Bucky. Bucky and you.

He had a few too many beers, stumbling and then falling into bed and taking you with him as he delivered sloppy kisses over your face before mumbling a soft good night, angel as soft snores soon fell from his lips.

Now his arm was draped lazily over your waist as your eyes were still closed while you drifted in and out of sleep.

“You up, angel?” Bucky grumbled, his voice was dee and raspy and you knew he had to have some sort of headache.

“No,” you giggled, still drowsy and half asleep but a smile on your face as Bucky ran his cool fingers down your sides.

“You should really wake up then,” he purred in your ear as you felt him pull you tighter against his body and...oh.

So there was a reason as to why your hungover biker boyfriend was up early.

You hummed in response, wiggling your butt against his crotch as he groaned while his cock twitched.

“Now angel,” he teased, “that’s not fair.”

You felt his soft kisses against your shoulder, slowly trailing their way up your neck and over your jaw and you relaxed into the old, but comfortable mattress.

The way his hands explored your body made you shiver as they slithered up the shirt you were wearing. It was his old one, tattered and had a few holes in it.

But it was your favourite.

“Mmm, Bucky,” you hummed as he cupped your naked breasts and squeezed them gently.

The ache between your thighs caused you to squeeze them together to relieve it slightly. But what you really wanted was something else now.

“Gonna let me fuck you, angel? All nice and lazy, jus’ savourin’ the way you feel ‘round me?” Bucky purrs, hands now travelling to the tops of your panties.

His fingers slip beneath the cotton fabric, meeting the hair that covers your mound as his digits run through your folds.

You whine at the sensation, bucking you hips as he chuckles lowly—the vibrations felt against your own back.

“That’s a good girl, angel. Gonna have you nice ‘n full.” His words aren’t nearly as filthy as they usually are, but they leave you tingling.

He pushes his own boxers just far enough down so his cock springs free, wrapping his hand around his shaft until...

“Fuck,” he hisses, sinking into your warm heat as your mouth falls open and you’re finally connected.

“Can’t ever get you off my mind, baby. Not even in my dreams,” he moans shamelessly, rocking his hips into you as you’re gripping onto the hard forearm of his bionic appendage.

“But my dreams could never compare to the real thing.” He whispers, letting himself enjoy the moment.

It’s a soft, lazy moment that you never want to end as your moans tangle with his until you can feel him twitching inside of you.

He’s holding you tightly as you fall apart, shuddering before he’s spilling inside of you desperate for his own release.

“Mmm, thank you, angel.” Bucky mumbles with droopy, tired eyes as he’s still buried deep in you.

Slow mornings have been and will always be your favourite because you can ignore the rest of the world and fall deeper and deeper in love with Bucky.

[balmacedapascal]

julie, hii!! idk if you're still accepting prompts but I've had this sudden urge of rhae and the boys in the single dad!harwin verse 🥺🥴✨ so, if you're feeling like it, "pinky promise" between the three of them? 🧡 i just need rhae, jace and luke being the bestestestests of best friends 🥴🥺🧡😭

(I am ALWAYS accepting prompts. Just sometimes I'm slower writing them is all.)

Sitting on the well worn couch in Harwin's living room, it was hard for Rhaenyra to think that it had only been a few weeks that they'd been doing this. It was the third time that week that she'd wound at his house after work, changing into comfy clothes that she'd started keeping in a little gym bag in her car and enjoying a simple meal fish and chips he made for them and the boys. She'd sipped a cider through dinner, listening as Jace told a story about how he finally managed to hang upside down from the monkey bars at recess and leaning over to inspect Luke's first loose tooth that was bound to fall out any day now. She'd slipped up twice, using adult language that had both boys shouting for a dollar to the swear jar kept on the kitchen counter and hiding her own smile as they giggled away at the funds being added. At least ten dollars had been added since she first started coming over as she worked on making herself a bit more kid friendly but Harwin was never upset with her. After all, the jar had been two-thirds full before she'd ever set foot inside.

And now she was sitting comfortably on the middle cushion, Harwin to her right and Jace laying with his head in her lap. The television was playing one of the Marvel movies, although she hadn't been paying much attention. The early morning at her office had left her as sleepy as the boys seemed to be as the night went on but she was happy to enjoy the time with them nevertheless.

It wasn't until Harwin moved to stand up that she realized Luke was fast asleep in his lap, the little boy drooling down the front of his dad's shirt. "I'm gonna put him down, I'll be right back," he mumbled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek before disappearing down to the boys' bedroom.

Looking down at Jace, she was sure the older boy wouldn't be too far behind his brother, eyes drooping as he watched the action sequences on screen. Her fingers dragged gently through his mess curls, an affectionate touch that she'd quickly learned both father and sons enjoyed and she had found herself doing more often than not. Seeming to sense her eyes on him, Jace shifted on her lap, looking up at her with sleepy eyes.

"You should come over more often, Nyra," he mumbled softly, eyes closing for a moment as he seemed to struggle with the sleep creeping up. Her heart warmed at the words, knowing how important it was that they like her if this was going to continue on in any form. "Dad laughs more when you're here. And we get more ice cream. It's pretty nice."

She couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped at his explanation, thinking back to the sundaes that had been eaten once dinner was finished two nights earlier. "I think it's pretty nice too."

There was a lull, muffled sounds of Harwin most likely telling Luke a quick bedtime story filtering down the hall. She smiled at the sound before glancing back down at Jace. His expression was serious, or as serious as six year old could be. "Promise not to make him sad? He was sad after mom left. We don't want him to be sad anymore."

There hadn't been much talk about his ex-wife since they'd reconnected, just that she'd left him with the boys and hadn't shown her face since the paperwork was finalized. But it was clear Jace had noticed his father's moods and she couldn't help but think back to the things her own father had tried to hide from her after her mother's death, about the way he'd wanted to hide his grief from her. But she'd seen it all the same and it seemed Jace had experienced something similar.

"I promise," she told him softly. "Pinky promise, even. Your dad is a very good man and I don't want to see him sad anymore than you do."

He smiled at that, hooking his pinky through hers before settling back down. As predicted, by the time Harwin had returned from putting Luke to bed, Jace had fallen asleep on her lap and was quietly snoring away. She waved him off as he bent to pick up the boy, taking his hand and telling him to leave the boy be for a bit. She was perfectly happy to keep carding fingers through his hair as he dreamed for a while longer.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

I dunno if ur taking any benkei requests along with your original series (feel free to ignore if not) but I think Benkei has become my comfort character.... my request is for nsfw where his s/o struggles with body dysmorphia due to a skin condition (or you can keep it ambiguous) and feels they can't have sex with him because their body is too disgusting. It would be so nice to have Benkei being so sweet and patient and trying things out in the bedroom, and reminding their s/o that they're safe and that they're attracted to them.... Sorry I know this is very specific lol, but the way you write Benkei has me wishing on nights when I feel particularly horrible about myself and just want someone to tell me I deserve to be loved 🥺

Hidden: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 876

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

You love the deep kisses exchanged with your boyfriend on late nights.

The couch is your place of refuge, where you find yourself - big sweater, baggy sweatpants, unsure - wrapped up in Keizo with his tight shirts, jeans, confident swagger.

The two of you don't really say anything in these moments except for whispered "I love you"s and "please". (You say more of the latter, of course). Though, many times, you find yourself wondering what you're saying "please" for. You've never gotten past the heavy petting stage.

Keizo cradles your head with one hand, brushing his fingers across the nape of your neck as he holds you close enough to breathe the same air you're exhaling.

"I want you tonight," he exhales. You inhale sharply.

"I--" The sound of the TV on in the background doesn't distract you, but the rapid beating of your own heart takes you out of your body for a moment. "I don't know." Keizo nods, understanding your words to mean "no".

"Any particular reason why? You don't have to explain, of course," he amends, stroking the back of your neck thoughtfully. "You can always leave it at 'no'."

"It's just..." You've waited a long time to say these words, but it never felt right. Telling him your secret never felt like a pertinent thing until now, when what you both want is aligned, but what you'll let yourself have is not. "My skin. It's not... I look gross."

Keizo's brows furrow, then he tilts his head.

"Gross? Who told you that?" His voice is calm, but you can feel the blood pumping a little faster in his chest.

"No one," you reply quickly. "I just know that's how I look." A gentle smile crosses the man's face, and for a second, you wonder if he's gone mad.

"I disagree wholeheartedly," he replies. "You're not gross. And I've seen you naked, babe."

"When?" you gasp, and Keizo's eyes widen. He slipped up.

"You were taking a shower after the rainstorm last Friday, and I don't think you saw me accidentally walk in on you." You look away, unsure of how to respond. "B-but I left as soon as I realized my mistake. Trust me." A thumb courses across your cheek. "I think you're beautiful. And besides, we don't have to have sex with the lights on, if you're uncomfortable with that. You can keep your shirt on, we could invest in crotchless panties, there are endless--" He's cut off by your lips pressing against his, just once.

"We can do any of that," you repeat.

"I just want you to feel safe," he whispers. "So let me know if you want to try it at any point in time. I'll wait for you to be ready."

"Let's try the lights off for now."

Keizo undresses you in the darkness of his bedroom, kissing down your neck and letting his fingers roam across your skin lazily. "So soft," he breathes into your ear. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," you answer, closing your eyes. "It feels good."

"Good." He bends you over the side of the bed, sliding your pants down to your ankles. "Tell me if something doesn't feel good anymore."

Hands rest on your asscheeks while Keizo's tongue dives into your cunt, licking at the juices gathered there.

"And you taste so good."

Your hands grip the bedsheets as he licks at you, and you try your hardest to be in the moment and not think if he's doing this just to pity you. As if Keizo had heard your thoughts, he pulls back, murmuring:

"God damn, that's a pretty pussy. You're so fucking sexy."

You moan, angling your hips back and relishing the feeling of Keizo's tongue and fingers working you so well. Nothing could compare to this moment.

"Please, Keizo," you cry out, feeling your orgasm speed onward as his thick fingers rub at your clit and another one slides into your ass, lubricated by your slippery pussy. "Ah!"

"'S good, isn't it?" Your response is a whine, one that you ride out with your climax as he stimulates you as much as he can. Part of you is sent into overdrive and your legs give out as you're halfway to your next orgasm, stacking the pleasure on top of the other one.

"Fuck!" Your lips part and drool slides down onto the sheets, but you don't give a shit. Keizo is doing what you'd imagined he'd do since forever, it seems.

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum again, pretty girl."

"Oh, big daddy," you gasp, your foot coming down onto the floor as the second orgasm rips through you like a sword and sets you on fire. You clench your asshole around his finger and rock your hips on the circular motions of his other hand on your clit. "K-Keizo!"

You very nearly blackout, eyes rolling to the back of your head while you slump against the bed. Keizo removes his fingers from your body, stepping back to admire the sounds of his handiwork.

"Next time you forget you're absolutely stunning," he mutters, pulling his shirt over his head. "I want you to remember this night. Remember what I said. Because this is how I'll make you feel every time."

[meowzfordayz]

picnic

Author’s Note: planned to write an emergency request tn, but this suggestion begged to be written instead. 🙋🏻‍♀️

picnic

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: none

Suggestion Fulfilled: Imagine having a picnic with Rengoku and it’s fluffy and a perfect date :3 

~faqs~

Picnic!Kyojuro who brings up the idea of a picnic date early on in your relationship, but doesn’t actually get around to planning one for ~months

He’s busy, yanno ?? Planning all your other dates 😌

Not that you don’t plan dates as well !! But like- He wants to do everything w/ you

If you give him your weekend, then you’re up at 7am, and in bed by 11pm — not a minute wasted, and still a full 8 hrs of rest 🤓

Picnic!Kyojuro who spends weeks scouting for the ~best spot

Picnic!Kyojuro who knows you like the idea of grass more than the actual experience of it (don’t mind my self insert lmao… grass is itchy), so he’s sure to bring a waterproof tarp (he doesn’t want you to stress about ruining any blankets) + plenty of blankets + cushions

Picnic!Kyojuro who finally decides on a sunlit patch underneath an old willow tree situated in a local nature reservation

Picnic!Kyojuro who almost settled on the field at the local library, but worried that public = less PDA, and why would he consciously deprive himself of PDA ??

Picnic!Kyojuro who loooves PDA 🥰

Subtle and not so subtle — depending on your comfort

Picnic!Kyojuro who rouses your suspicion when he allows you to sleep in on a Saturday: “What time should I set my alarm for?” Alarm? Sunflower, there’s no need for an alarm. 😃 “Excuse me?” 🧐 No alarm! Just rest. 🤗 “Are you feeling okay?” 😶 Of course! 😇 “Okay…”

Suspicious or not, you’re absolutely cashing in on this rare opportunity to NOT watch the sun rise 🙃

Sunrises are glorious, buuut so is SLEEP

Picnic!Kyojuro who silently slips out of bed no later than 7:01am, even tucking your favorite stuffed animal of his under your arm lest you desire cuddles amidst your slumber

Picnic!Kyojuro who texts you

7:04AM Kyojuro: Good morning darling! I am fine! Go back to sleep!

Juuust in case

Picnic!Kyojuro who puts together a hefty basket of everything you often want to buy/eat, but can’t normally justify spending $ on it

For me this means: crisp baguette, fancy cheeses, fresh fruits, avocado, and smoked salmon

(I was going to specify what was in the basket, but food is such a vast, unique, sometimes painful topic, so to each their own imagination 💓)

Picnic!Kyojuro who’s grateful you rarely check the second fridge (c’mon, this man eats — he 100% owns a second fridge), bc that’s where he hid all the goods

~flashback to last night~ I am home❣️ “Do you want help bringing stuff in?” 💪 NO! 😳 “... okay ??” 😆

Picnic!Kyojuro who packs another basket w/ aforementioned tarp, blankets, and cushions; and plates, utensils, and napkins

If you think he’ll let you carry one, then think again 🤠 He knows you’re strong — he just lowkey wants to flex 😎

Carrying ~stuff ≠ Showing off 😤

Picnic!Kyojuro who loads everything into the car’s trunk before returning to wake you

Picnic!Kyojuro who feels somewhat guilty as he presses himself into your back, his heat seeping through your body, slowly nudging you to consciousness

“You said I could sleep in,” you mumble drowsily, grumpiness softened by the touch of his thumb across your cheek

“You did! It is 8am! Time for today’s activity!”

Picnic!Kyojuro who usually has a plethora of activities on the agenda, so you’re borderline hopeful at the lack of plurality in his statement

Maybe you’ll get to nap afterwards ??

I don’t mean to make you seem ungrateful btw 😅 I just hc Kyo to be an enthusiastic go-go-go-! partner… frequently to an endearing fault 🥴

You can always say no! But like… it’s Kyo !! so it’s also just… hard to say no 🥺😂

Picnic!Kyojuro who hands you cozy sweatpants (autumn breeze + autumn sunshine = perfect weather), a cotton shirt, and one of his sweatshirts

Picnic!Kyojuro who—once you’re dressed—happily interlaces his fingers w/ yours, squeezes gently, and leads you to the passenger seat

Picnic!Kyojuro who opens the door for you

Duh

Picnic!Kyojuro who doesn’t tell you where you’re going, drives patient and steady, and chuckles when you inevitably nod off

Picnic!Kyojuro who manages to set everything up while you’re snoozing in the parking lot (for the sake of fanfiction: nobody’s around yet — you’re safe and sound)

Tarp, then blankets, then cushions; colorful tupperware organized neatly by genre (of snackage); forks, knives, and spoons arranged on napkins; speaker placed nearby, his cheesiest playlist queued

“Sweetheart?” he hums quietly, poking at your shoulder; you grunt; “Everything is prepared!”; you huff; “Rise and shine!”; you swat at him, blinking groggily, “I’m hungry.”

Picnic!Kyojuro who grins triumphantly, “Breakfast is mere minutes away!”

Picnic!Kyojuro who pouts when you mutter, “We better not be foraging for it.”

Picnic!Kyojuro who guides you toward the It is a surprise! — sweaty, pulse quickening, gaze darting

Picnic!Kyojuro who nearly panics when you stop abruptly

I should have let them sleep in another hour…

Picnic!Kyojuro who promptly melts with satisfaction when you audibly gasp, Oof as you immediately hug yourself to him, your nose digging into his chest

“When? How?! Why?! KYO!!”

Picnic!Kyojuro whose laughter caresses you warmer than the sun, arms toned as they embrace you, lips promising as they nuzzle against your forehead: “Because I love you.”

Picnic!Kyojuro who sits beside you, introducing the variety of pickings to you, heart bursting at its seams as the contented gleam in your smile only brightens

Picnic!Kyojuro who ~eventually remembers to turn on the speaker

Picnic!Kyojuro who doesn’t bother pretending to be bothered when you grab his bicep This song, Kyo! This song !!!!! and tug him up to dance

Picnic!Kyojuro who dips you so low you feel like he might drop you, but he never does

Picnic!Kyojuro who knows you’re more beautiful than the ombre of foliage blurred in the background of his vision

Picnic!Kyojuro who swears he sees the outline of your soul as he holds you

Picnic!Kyojuro who kisses your earlobe, voice a shy murmur

“Thank you for letting me love you.”

Picnic!Kyojuro who starts planning his proposal (or some grand gesture if you’re not one for marriage) as you whisper

“Thank you for loving me.”

[taixju]

Please could you write 45 + 54 for Gojo? 🥺

CONTENT/WARNING: exhibitionism, finger fucking, vaginal sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, slight hate fuck?, jealousy, semi toxic relationship lmao, unedited as usual

NOTES: hi anon!! So sorry this took so long, I’m making my way though all the requests slowly but surely 😣 buuuut going back to thisssss...gojo would be such a fucking playboy you can’t tell me otherwise; and the amount of toxicity that comes with it HAHAHA but ended up being kind of hot and I went a little overboard 🤪 the amount of times YALL had hate sex likeeeee come on 😩🥴 anyways enjoy <3

#45 + #54 [Gojo Satoru]

“Y/N!” Gojo calls, you hear his footsteps, quickly catch up to your speedy pace, “Wait up!”

Not sparing your boyfriend another glance, you huff wanting to increase the distance between the two of you. He was such a fucking asshole. He knew you were watching him and yet he continued to flirt with the waitress from the restaurant. And to think, you were having such a pleasant evening. Leave it up to him to completely fucking ruin it.

He calls for you again, this time much closer. Grabbing your smaller wrist in his large hand, he pulls you to a stop.

“Hey,” he says, barely out of breath.

You frown, snatching your wrist out of his grasp, “You’re such an asshole!”

“Babe, come on,” he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “I was being friendly.”

“Oh yeah, that’s fucking rich,” you seeth, “Accepting her fucking phone number is nothing but friendly.”

“You’re overreacting,” he scoffs dryly, finding amusement in your riled up state, “Me and you, both know it meant nothing.”

Impulsively, you raise your hand, driving it forward to deliver a slap. But before it reaches his cheek, Gojo swiftly deflects your strike, grasping your other wrist and pulls you into a comforting embrace.

“Why do you always tease me like that?” Your voice wavers as you mumble into his shoulder, soaking his white shirt with tears, “Y-you’re always so m-mean to m-me.”

“There, there,” his voice is an octave softer than before as he strokes the back of your head lovingly, “You know I only have eyes for you.”

You sniffle, clinging onto him, wrinkling his perfectly ironed shirt, still hurt from his teasing, “Why do you always bully me?”

“I can’t help it,” he coos, cupping your face in his large hands, “Your reactions are too cute.”

Pouting, you relax, burrowing your tear soaked face into his chest and wrapping your arms possessively around his abdomen. You hear him chuckle above you, pulling you closer to him. Leaning down, he brings his lips to the same level as your ear.

“You sure caused a ruckus in the restaurant,” he whispers, his silky voice darkening, “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and showing you how much better you are than that bimbo waitress.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you pull away to look up at him innocently. The moonlight illuminated his silver hair, cerulean eyes glinting mischievously. Leaning down, he buries his face, peppering ticklish kisses into the crook of your neck.

“S-Satoru!” you manage to squeak, trying to pull away from his playful pecks. He squeezes you harder, keeping you from running away and holding you captive. Letting out a possessive growl, he grabs his round curve of your ass, lifting you up effortlessly, and wrapping your legs around his torso.

“Stop struggling,” he grunts, purposefully dipping his fingers under the hem of your skirt, slipping digits into the fabric of your thin panties. You panic, feeling as though your whole ass is on display for any passerby. Embarrassed, you reach around trying to pull your skirt back down as Gojo continues down the street.

“Stay still,” he repeats himself, digging his fingers deep, spreading the supple cheeks of your ass apart. As he continues his usual pace, the cool evening breeze tickles your exposed sex, making you shiver.

“S-Satoru,” you cling onto your boyfriend desperately, “W-What if someone sees?”

He grins deviously, inserting a thick finger into your cunt; beginning to fuck you at a torturous pace. The sudden foreign intrusion makes you unintentionally moan and dig your heels into his lower back. The occasional rock of his hips after every step makes his fingers glide in even further, making it harder for you to contain your cries.

“Lemme hear you baby,” he stuffs a second finger into your sex, pumping them sensually against your gummy walls, “There’s no one here which means you can be as loud as you want.”

You grip a fistful of his hair as you grind your hips, matching the fast pace of his fingers.

“F-fuck baby,” you sputter, “S-sooo g-good-hngnnn!”

“Good?” He coos, he pulls out to give attention to your throbbing clit. His caresses are excruciatingly slow, leaving you wanting- no, needing more.

“D-Don’t tease,” you grit out, clinging onto the man for dear life.

“Oh?” He chuckles darkly, “Hmmm, should I fuck you right here in the middle of the street? Everyone will know what a little slut you are - how fucking good you take my cock.”

You groan, his words making your insides clench around his fingers as they continue to drill into your gooey walls.

“Please,” you whine.

“Please what?”

“...Please daddy-..hnggghh!” you’re immediately cut off as Gojo sheathes his entire length into your sopping cunt, fucking you in the middle of the street, just like he promised.

“Fuck,” he groans, making a sharp turn into a dark alleyway. Your back hits the wall but before you can cry out at the sudden pain, he silences you with a heated kiss, dancing his tongue along yours, giving it sensual sucks.

“You’re so tight,” he hisses against your lips; his thrusts, carnal, bruising the outside of your cunt. Your needy whines only encourages him to fuck you at a senseless pace; stretching the walls of your pussy deliciously.

“Come inside me daddy,” you plead, feeling your own orgasm approaching. Slipping a hand in between your sweaty bodies, you rub furiously at your clit, wanting nothing more than to relieve the throbbing ache between your legs.

“Such a dirty girl,” he grins, grinding his hips into yours as he dips down so he can whisper his dirty words into your ear, “If you’re a good girl, you’ll get daddy’s cum. I’ll stuff your belly full until it’s swollen with my seed. S’that what you want?”

“P-please,” you babble, “S-Sato-ru...f-fill me up-p-please-“

He groans at your shameless pleads, “I’m gonna come if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“P-pleas-“ your tongue lulls out instinctively; Gojo immediately takes the wet muscle into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. You feel his moana vibrate against your tongue making you mind become hazed with pleasure.

“Come for me baby,” he pants, slipping a hand under your shirt, playing with your erect nipple, making you cry out; the pleasure completely overwhelming your mind. Your body convulses, spasming uncontrollably around his thick cock that continues to fuck you at its backbreaking pace.

“That’s it baby,” he groans, “Cream all over daddy’s cock.”

“A-ahhnn!” you squeeze your legs tightly around his torso as you come violently; your orgasm ripping your body causing it to stiffen; grabbing onto anything and everything around you to keep your body up. At the same time, Gojo releases his seed into your cunt, just as promised, coating your pink fluttering pussy with his hot, thick load.

“T-too ‘uch,” you slur, drool pooling out of your numb libs, unable to form a coherent sentence; your brain is completely fucked out.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, before rutting his hips upwards once again. The sudden stimulation makes you yelp.

“S-Sato-“ you protest, placing a shaky hand against his chest, doing your best to shove him away.

Proving that his grip is too strong, he retracts his hips before quickly stuffing your cunt with his cock once more.

“Oh baby,” he groans; you feel his length throb inside you, “I’m not even close to being done with you...not until it’s fucking ingrained in that silly brain of yours, that you’re the only woman for me.”

[lesbianlovelanguage]

Hi, umm 🥺

If you feel inspired, would you think of writing a POV steve for the proposal “billy didn’t know they were dating,” ficlet?

It’s 100% okay if not, but a bimbo has to dream 🖤

As a disaster lesbian, I sympathize with the dreaming bimbo 🥺💛

Part One Here (Or I guess Billy’s POV?)

Steve was very familiar with stress. As a seventh-grade social studies teacher, he kind of had to be. 

This was a new kind of stress though. He was going to propose. To Billy. The person he’d been in love with for over a decade. And it wasn’t stress that he was going to be rejected. He knew Billy, in and out, bad and good. They were basically married already, it was just adding a label to a thing that had already existed. A legal label. He was so excited.

No, what was stressing him out was the fact that there was five years of history behind this proposal. Of Robin pestering him about it, Heather casually dropping Billy’s ring size in conversation over pizza bagels and shitty reality tv shows, of Dustin giving him a hard stare when Nancy had announced her and Jonathan’s engagement. Five years of him saying It’s not the right time or Don’t want to steal Nancy’s thunder. 

But now, it felt perfect. A marriage wouldn’t just be ceremonial, it would mean something. Steve could be put on Billy’s healthcare package, which was way more forgiving. Steve could take leave from school if Billy ever needed him, instead of stressing about lesson plans and if Billy’s eating okay. And the tax deductions.

Who said Steve was never the practical one? Billy, when he brought home the kitten he found in the drain on the way home. Or when he bought 25lbs of glitter to prank Dustin. 

So, now it felt right, but after five years of teasing he knew the story had to be perfect. He spent his lunch breaks and off periods watching proposal videos and scrolling through wedding blogs for ideas. All of them were too much though. Flash mobs and scavenger hunts and rooftop picnics? It was too much. He just wanted it to be them. Billy and Steve, as they were, messy and domestic and casually intimate. 

So he decided to just do it while they were being them. He took some tips from all the blogs, and videos, and Tobey Maguire who they both loved. He took Billy to their normal Friday night spot, snuck away to give the waiter his Billy’s ring and instructions, and waited for the moment. 

And it was everything he hoped. It was them. 

It wasn’t until the Sunday after that he realized why Billy was just so surprised though.

“You what?”

“Yeah,” Billy continued casually, sneaking his icy toes under Steve’s thigh. “I had no idea we were even dating. But, like, it makes sense. Guess we’re basically already married, too.” Steve just blinked and slowly turned back to the episode of Cake Wars they were watching, too confused to even protest the blocks of ice Billy called feet.

They lapsed into comfortable silence until the commercial break. “So, you, just thought we were what? Just roommates who kiss and share a bed?” Billy shrugged.

“Guess I just never thought about it. After all the shit we’ve been through, don’t really apply other people’s normals to us.” Steve guessed that made sense.

“But- Then- You don’t remember confessing at the party do you?”

Billy looked at Steve like he’d grown three heads. “What confessing? What party?” 

“At our house-warming party in college? When we were all playing two truths and a lie? And you said, and I quote ‘My name is Billy Hargrove, I love Stevie, and Heather makes the best fucking cocktails’?” 

“She does make awful cocktails, and I did have a lot of them. ‘s probably why.” 

“But, Bill. I still don’t understand how you didn’t like... We’ve celebrated our fucking anniversary for ten years! How did that not clue you in?” Billy shrugged again, the blanket slipping off his shoulder this time and revealing that Billy was literally wearing Steve’s shirt.

“Always thought we were celebrating moving in together. Seemed like a decent enough reason.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Steve muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot.” Billy hummed and moved closer to Steve, snuggling up under his arm and dislodging his hand from his nose. It instinctively curled around Billy’s shoulders and squeezed him closer.

“Think you meant engaged to a fucking idiot, Pretty Boy. Love you too.” Steve sighed, and dropped a kiss on to Billy’s mess of curls. Cake Boss came back on, and they ended up watching four more episodes before deciding to go to bed. Together. Like they did every night. 

also for @ihni @chrisbitchtree @king-ratboy