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bratbby333 · 29 days

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oh em GEEEE IMAGINE GAMER BF SUKUNA WANTING TO PLAY MINECRAFT W YOU BUT HES STUBBORN SO HE DOESNT ADMIT IT BUT YOU CATCH HIM PLAYING BY HIMSELF ON HIS OWN PC AND YOU TEASE HIM SAYING HE COULDVE JUST ASKED 💔💔💔💔💔

gamer!bf sukuna fluff—sfw !! cw: language. smau + blurb

with a quick kiss on your forehead, sukuna informs you he’s running competitive games on COD for a cash prize and emphasizes that he needs you to leave him alone so he can focus. god, he can be such a diva.

you’ve been curled up on the couch for an hour or so, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. sukuna is holed up in the office, most likely talking shit and being a menace online.

a brief yell echoes through your apartment, followed by a quick slam of his fists against his desk.

“im done with this shit,” he exclaims, most likely quitting the game he was in. it seems he didn’t win his competition.

you giggle to yourself, shaking your head. you find it amusing how angry he gets during his games. but, you do feel a bit bad that he lost, so you decide to invite him to a voice call on discord.

as you navigate to your private chat with him, you watch as his status changes from “playing COD” to…wait. that can’t be right…minecraft? no way. that’s impossible.

you give it 30 minutes to see if it was just an accidental click. when you check back, his status remains the same.

you smirk as you open up your messages, eager to see if he’ll confess.

you giggle to yourself as you stand from the couch, taking quick steps down the hall.

as you push open the office door, a cheeky grin can’t help but pull at your cheeks as you approach him.

you join him at the desk, taking a seat in front of your monitor. “you’re so stubborn, ya know that?”

“i told you not to speak of this ever again,” he muttered, aimlessly walking around minecraft as he waits for your computer to boot up.

“lemme just hear you say it,” you tease.

“say what?” he asks, turning to face you, a look of annoyance on his face at your adamance to continue this conversation.

“you like minecraft,” you replied simply, raising your eyebrows. “just admit it and i’ll never say another word.”

he stared at your for a minute, his jaw clenching and unclenching. with a heavy sigh, he turns back to his monitor, grumbling an almost inaudible, “i like minecraft,” with a roll of his eyes.

but it’s a lie. a dirty little secret. he doesn’t just like it, he loves it. he especially loves how happy you get when the two of you play together, as much as he tries to deny it.

the two of you spend the next three hours running around minecraft. sukuna is clearly enjoying himself, though you can tell he’s attempting to hide it with an abrupt clear of his throat or a quick cough to cover up his laughter.

a warm feeling spins around your stomach, giggling as you watch him fight back a persistent smile the entire time.

an: thank you for your request my sweet anon. this was adorable.

i really want to start doing smau’s ugh they’re just so cute and fun to make. i have a full-length fic coming up that incorporates them into the story!! this is my way of experimenting w that format…please let me know what you think! in a way, i feel like it makes the story more real.

thank you for all your support 🥺🫶🏼 i wanna give every single one of yall a big ole smooch on the forehead

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luveline · 4 months

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Hiiii sugarplum. I would absolutely adore some stripper reader x Hotch maybe like some of him comforting her or just coming to visit like outside of the case and some fluff 🥰🥰

ty for requesting!! fem

You’re texting on the wall outside of work when a shadow cuts across the streetlight illuminating your lap. Your head flinches up, phone to your chest, but the man standing in front of you isn’t one you’ve ever been scared of. “Fuck, Aaron, you scared me,” you say with a nervous laugh.

He smiles at you in his gentle, unassuming way. “Sorry. I took care to scuff my shoes as I walked.”

“Oh, you took care,” you say. Your smile is far less gentle than his; your cheeks apple, your words coloured with it. “I was in my own world.”

“I thought we talked about you coming outside alone.”

“Did we?” you ask, the short wall you’re sitting on biting into your hands and thighs as you tip back to grin at him teasingly. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner, I can’t seem to remember any such talk.”

“Mm.” He rolls his eyes. “You don’t remember that?”

“Don’t recall, no.”

“So you also won’t remember the conversation we had about flowers.”

Your first date, your only date, and your first bouquet. He’d given you flowers and read the embarrassment on your face immediately. You aren’t the kind of girl who gets flowers.

What’s wrong? he’d asked.

You’d held the flowers to your chest, something in you worried he’d take them away, though you’re almost positive he’s incapable of being cruel like that. Do I look stupid?

Of course you don’t.

There hadn’t been much else to say about the flowers, until after the evening had gone well, and he’d asked you for another date. High with the delight of knowing Spencer’s nice, handsome boss doesn’t just think you’re pretty, he likes you, you’d said Sure, if you bring me another lovely bouquet, we can go on as many dates as you like.

Aaron pulls the bouquet from behind his back. Petals bounce off of his tie, pinks and whites and baby blues against his black blazer and pristine white shirt as he taps his chest. They’re beautiful, and far too many.

“Are they really for me?” you ask. You’ve never seen such a big bouquet in your life. It’s a wonder they fit behind his back.

The strangest thing about dating him has been his sudden propensity for moments of shyness. “That depends,” he says, the slightest hint of nerves in his otherwise dulcet tone, “are they nice enough?”

“They’re the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen.” You stand up and hold out your hands, pull them back to your chest, and then hold them back out again. You can’t not want them.

He hands them off to you.

It must be weird for him to meet you like this. He’s very high up the ladder of his career, and it doesn’t make much sense for him to fall for you. You’re younger, less educated, less prestigiously employed. You hadn’t understood what it was about you that pulled him in, but you can remember how clearly he told you he was interested in you. No shame. Not a hint of reluctance. He’s bringing you flowers outside of the stripclub, ignoring the fact that you’re in sweatpants and a tight corset-type bra, and he hasn’t looked at your body once.

“I was just texting you,” you say, opening your phone to press send on the text waiting in the hot bar.

Aaron’s phone immediately pings.

He reads it quickly. It isn’t a long message. Hi, handsome. Want to pick me up tonight?

If he’d said yes or no didn’t matter, because you’d just wanted to talk to him, and here he is.

He finally ducks in. A half side step into your reach, his face angled down, he kisses you chastely on the lips and everything fades away. The neon pink at your feet, the buzzing streetlights and the passing cars, the steady thump of music from three different buildings, it all disappears under his warm hand. He kisses you, and he hugs you to his chest, careful not to crush your flowers. You could glow from the inside out.

He’s still smiling as he pulls away. “Are you hungry?” he asks softly.

“So hungry.”

“We can get anything you want.”

“Really? What if I want the same as last time?”

It had been expensive and you’d felt vaguely underdressed. Aaron doesn’t baulk. “Anything you want… You may need to wear my jacket, though. I don’t think your current outfit adheres to their dress code.”

You push the flowers just under his nose. “Funny.”

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 2 months

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bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much 🥹

anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if you’re still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if you’re reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33

fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !

katsuki regrets planning this surprise.

it’s been one month. exactly 31 days since he’s last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.

katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since he’d gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.

except it involved him going abroad for a month.

you’d congratulated him when he’d told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, you’d made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ‘rise to stardom’ as you’d called it and he remembers chuckling about it. you’d even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.

he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when you’re lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you can’t fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, he’s committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. he’d seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.

so stupid. you’re stupid. and he misses you so much.

despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.

you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and you’d hound him about his, asking him if he’d eaten well and if he’d beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were you’d always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, he’d be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, you’d get mad at him for overworking himself.

he misses you so much.

he’s on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before he’d told you he would be, his surprise. you’d been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldn’t wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.

“ou, i can’t wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !” you chirped, he couldn’t wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.

“yeah, missed you too sweets” he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.

“you better be ready cus when you get back, m’not gonna let you go for a whole month.” you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as he’d fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.

“uhuh~?” he muses “better be ready for me when i get back. yer not goin’ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.”

“ew,” you snort “what am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?”

“that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.”

you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldn’t wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like he’d told you he always would be when you’d accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.

except now he’s starting to regret not just coming home on time.

don’t get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. he’d meant it when he told you he wouldn’t let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.

but right now he’s way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how he’ll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.

it’ll be worth it. at least that’s what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..

who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!

he can’t sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesn’t bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember he’s coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.

it’s pitch black by the time he’s off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees it’s 2:09 am and you’re no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.

his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he can’t help feeling nervous. katsuki knows it’s stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.

he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why he’s been gone for exactly 31 days.

he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because you’ve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (he’s forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)

katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. he’d managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming it’d lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.

he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didn’t care. he’d do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and that’s why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, he’d pushed through.

katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.

you’re fast asleep like he’d expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he can’t help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasn’t feeling all mushy he’d be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute he’ll put that off for now.

your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.

“katsu..?” you mumble sleepily “ ‘m i dreamin’ ?”

katsuki chuckles, eyes soft “glad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.”

you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up “katsuki !” you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both don’t care.

katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks you’ll suffocate him but he couldn’t care less, squeezing you like he’s trying to mold you to him.

you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like he’d hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. he’d hang up the moon and the stars and more.

all for you.

“you’re back !” you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest he’d smiled in a month.

“how’d you figure that one out ?” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.

“i thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow..” you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.

“it is tomorrow.” katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you can’t wipe off the happy look on your face.

“you know what i mean, asshole” you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek “later tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and you….out-surprised, me” you pout at your ruined plans.

he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks “was gonna, but couldn’t wait anymore. needed to see you.” he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point “felt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.”

you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly “ don’t be mean.” you scold.

he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides “you mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didn’t miss me ?” he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.

“of course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..” you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."

"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."

your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.

and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.

you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.

after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.

bonus :

"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.

"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"

you stiffen.

"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.

"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.

"fuckin' traitor." he growls.

"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.

"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.

"i'm soooorryy !!"

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peachsayshi · 5 months

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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ being wrapped in your arms feels like coming home ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

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minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

notes: here is a little drabble in honor of toji's birthday! this piece was originally titled as "adoration" but I changed it to this instead. I'm taking a small posting break, but I'll be back to my regular schedule within a week! I'm sorry if I haven't been responding to tags or messages, but I will do so soon <3 I hope you're all having a wonderful time and I'm sending all my well wishes out to you! xo

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: widow toji; age gap (reader is 30 while toji is in his early 40s); a little angsty; toji attempting to break up with you but failing because he's oh so in love

toji overstayed his welcome which was only supposed to last the scorching heat of summer, but he found himself lingering through the quiet stillness of fall. winter came in with a brisk chill and gloomy skies, and that's when toji knew it was time for him to end things with you.

he’s lost interest far quicker in previous relationships. they served their purpose of healing over the wound in his heart, of soothing away the ache of loneliness. he oftens forgets that he was once a loyal, loving husband whenever he abandons yet another fling.

the difference, however, is he at least had the guts to verbally cut things off before.

fucking pathetic, he thinks as he scolds himself. he's been a coward, reducing his actions to disappearing before the sunlight peeks through the horizon, and avoiding any chance of waking you up. he ensures that he is never there to see the way your brows furrow with concern when your hand meets the cold pillow, because otherwise he would falter in his attempt to escape.

this has been going on for over two weeks now but last night was the first time you've actually snapped at his cold, detached behavior. he approached the argument with nonchalance to wither you down, shrugging off the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach and then walking out halfway through the fight.

he stayed at a motel thinking that maybe you have finally taken the hint that he's done.

he arrives back to his apartment only to be met with unfamiliar silence. the entrance of his home is dark and lifeless, and it's so quiet he can even hear a pin drop. there's a tightness in his chest, followed by a wave of disappointment that runs over him like a feverish shiver.

despite his hard headed decision, he's still anticipating on hearing your lovely voice to greet him as he walks through the door.

he knows it's selfish.

toji expected many things to happen after last night's fight. he figured the reaction to him leaving you (again) would be far bigger. a screaming phone call or a string of cursing text messages to call him out on his shitty behavior.

after all he deserves it for acting like an insufferable asshole.

he tries to swallow his guilt but it remains lodged in his throat when he acknowledges that this might actually be the end.

the expression on his features falls.

it’s better this way, he consoles, dragging his feet across the floor to approach his kitchenette. he shrugs off his beaten up, oversized coat and tosses it over one of the chairs. he opens one of the cupboards, and grabs a mug to prepare himself a cup of tea.

she’s too young to settle for a guy like me, he continues. widowed with two kids who he barely sees anymore, working paycheck to paycheck just to make ends meet…

a deadbeat.

he exhales, swirling his brew in his ceramic cup. the aroma of sweet leaves dances up the spiral of steam to kiss his nose.

she deserves more than me.

he places the kettle down but stares at the cup mindlessly, losing all train of thought as his hands grip onto the edge of the counter.

he can acknowledge that his insecurities are clouding his judgement on something truly special, even though this was only ever meant to be purely physical.

except, the sex was growing more intimate. the experience wasn't about pleasure for him anymore. he would find himself losing all focus to the depth of your pretty eyes, stealing kiss after kiss like your mouth was the source of where all his happiness belongs.

belonged.

it’s over now, he thinks again. it has to be.

a faint patter of footsteps distracts him, prompting him to ease his hold on the counter as the muscles on his face relax. his heart steadies itself, and he draws in a breath when he feels two arms delicately twine around his waist.

“you’re...still here...” he points out in shock.

he feels you press your forehead into his back. “of course, where else would I be?”

he clears his throat to release the guilt then spins on his heel to face you.

"I thought you might have taken off," he bluntly states as he rests his lower back against the counter.

his heart swells, emanates flurries of golden sparks when he meets your gorgeous irises. the will to carry on with his decision crumbles when he catches the corner of your mouth tick into a slight grin.

"I thought about it," you reply casually, loosening your grip to place your palms flat on the side of his stomach. "but the truth is I'm worried about you and I just…want to talk things out…make sure you're okay...”

“I’m the one acting like a jerk and you’re worried about me?” he blurts.

you quirk your brow at the slip of his question. “so, you know you’re acting like a jerk?”

toji’s eyes widen slightly, a hint of pink tainting his cheek. “I asked the question first.”

you purse your lips playfully, aware of the crack that's been revealed and ready to swing once again with another blow.

“it’s because you’re acting like a jerk that I’m worried about you,” you explain, “you’re not yourself when you’re unsettled about something…”

his face warms, the hue of pink deepening into a stronger blush. the familiarity of pointing out his personal traits feels all too homely. seven months shouldn’t feel like a forever but in this bubble with you time ceases to exist.

you trail the pads of your finger tips up his torso, your hands clasping around the back of his neck as you press all your soft and sweet parts right up against the frame of his body.

the brush of your lips on his scar prompts him to flutter his eyes close. he fails to stop himself from holding you then, his firm hands reaching for the outline of your waist

“so,” you murmur with a tempting kiss as you return to your question, “you know you’re acting like a jerk then?”

please don’t make me say it, he thinks, please don’t make me unravel right in front of your eyes.

he squeezes your side, whispering a defeated “listen…”

“did I do something wrong?” you question, a hint of pain laced through every vowel which only makes his heart ache further. “did something happen?”

toji shakes his head.

“it’s not you,” he grumbles. “look, you asked me a couple of weeks ago if this thing between us was serious and…it shouldn’t be.”

you narrow your gaze, tilting your head with adorable confusion that makes toji want to kiss you right there on the spot.

he can feel you pluck at the fabric of his sweater nervously, “why not?”

toji drops his head and sighs.

“c’mon, doll, let’s be real. I’ve got nothing to give you other than a good fuck in this shitty apartment. you're better off finding someone else and I don't want to waste your time”

you press your mouth into a firm line. “your behavior…” you reply, nipping your bottom lip slightly as you gather your thoughts. “are you acting like this because you…want to end things with me?”

toji has never felt smaller. you’ve reduced him into a shriveled pea rolling around his scuffed up boot. “look, it’s better this way, alright?” he admits with a raise of his head, still refusing to outwardly say what you easily deduced. “it's better to move on before things get too complicated…”

the silence hangs heavy in the air, the tension so thick toji feels like he can’t breathe properly. his heart rattles with no restraint, and he finds himself suddenly lightheaded. an apology rests on the tip of his tongue, ready to take back everything he just bombarded you with but his throat simply tightens once more when your hands cradle his strong jaw.

“I like your apartment,” you quietly speak, “your bed sheets always smell so good, and you fixed the water pressure after I complained that it sucked…”

toji blinks back his surprise.

“I also notice that you burn the candle that I got you and that you switched laundry detergents when your old one gave me that weird rash,” you giggle and toji couldn’t help but huff out an embarrassed laugh himself. “the windows let in the best kind of sunlight, and it’s always so cozy in here…”

you press your lips against his mouth to leave a chaste kiss, “as for the company…” you add on, nuzzling the tip of your nose over his, “I consider you more than just a good fuck.”

toji can physically feel himself wilting underneath the heat of your gaze. “I’m just looking out for you, doll.”

"you can look out for me by making me breakfast instead of running away from me..."

he looks serious but his eyes are sincere, holding a level of tenderness that he only reserves for you. his palm moves to seek out your lower back, a hint of pressure pulling you back into his warmth.

your lover has stayed tight lipped about his past, but over his period with you he's found himself spilling out a few secrets here and there.

"I haven't done this in a long time," he vulnerably admits.

"I know," you reassure him, "but...the real question is, do you want this?"

he parts his lips ready to seal the last nail in the coffin, ready to give you the chance to walk out of his life for good. but you're gazing up at him from underneath your eyelashes, your determined stare an opening of your own mercy. your plush, supple lips summoning his cowardice into oblivion.

"toji?"

his breath hitches, his apprehension silenced by the urgency of his desire.

you're so lovely, he thinks. you feel like home.

"I want you," he reveals, his deep voice smoky and untethered, releasing enough sentiment in those three words that he can feel you tremble in his arms. "I just don't deserve you. I don't want you getting caught up in my bullshit..."

""you're a lot sweeter than you look, you know?" you run your fingers through the streaks of his black hair, combing it back to reveal his forehead. "you deserve to be happy, toji, and...and I think I can make you happy..."

your aura beams with delight when he flashes you a wolfish grin in return. a smile you've grown to adore so deeply. his apology comes in the form of a kiss, one that's gentle and slow. a stroke of fire burns up the back of your neck, making you quiver in places when he glides his tongue across yours. you hum softly into his lips while he releases a content sigh, the barrier he's been keeping up turns to ashes beneath your feet.

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angelinpiink · 7 months

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❥ Note: a little thirst! Inspired by some head canons I have coming soon for all the jjk men :3

Ex!Husband Nanami Who despite having been divorced from you for over 3 years still makes sure you’re taken care of. Part of this is because he feels guilty for being responsible for the fall apart of your marriage due to his line of work. Another motive being the fact that no matter what he’s always going to love you and though the marriage is over– he plans to remain true to the vows he spoke on your wedding day. so, as long as you're comfortable with it, he still provides for you. Sending you money whenever you need, whatever you need he’s the one you call. That includes when you’re feeling needy, an itch that only he can satisfy. It takes one simple text message or a picture of you in lacy lingerie—that he more than likely paid for. (if you’re feeling bold, that is) and really want him to rush over the second he’s free. Regardless he won’t ever deny you, even if work leaves him forced to keep you waiting for a while. Eventually, you’ll be in his grasp... When he lets himself into your apartment, already having a key being that he is the one paying the rent. Your loving ex-husband, Nanami, who is so quick to bend you over and pull your panties out of the way with gentle hands. One steadily caressing the flesh of your thigh as he pushes you into the mattress. His face straight as ever while you’re a flustered mess from the fact that you’re dripping and ready for him—in part to the fact that you had been touching yourself well before he arrived. Something that he’d punish you for had he not been too exhausted from a day's work to care. “I’ve Missed you so much.” You’ll breathe out, your fingers gripping at the sheets, once he’s finally inside you. Being the considerate man he is, he gives you a moment to adjust to the fact that he’s practically splitting you in two. His lips move against your neck, as he finally moves, thrusting himself deeper at a steady pace. “Did you, dear? my sweet little wife couldn’t wait for a chance to cream on my cock.” he’ll say, his warm breath fanning across your face and sending shivers down your spine. His words are followed by other sweet nothings in your ear. With complete disregard for the fact that you are no longer his wife. He’s hitting all the right spots, his thumb rubbing steady circles in your clit making you feel so high you couldn't even correct him. “M-more…please..” He’ll have you begging, through your tears in a quivering. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven't i?” Nanami’s voice is kind in a way that feels almost taunting. He finds it adorable that even after everything you still have no shame in asking for what you want. Because you know he’ll give it. He gives you everything he has fucking into you with rabid pace. “shh, it’s okay. I’m here to make up for it now.” Nanami is a man of his word, after all. So he does just that, a hand gripping at your jaw as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. He’ll spoil you rotten, giving in to every plea that leaves your lips. Until your voice is hoarse, and you’ve soaked the sheets with every orgasm he draws out of you.

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shxtodxroki · 2 months

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Your knocks are quiet, soft with the effort of not waking the others in the house as a sappy grin plays on your lips. The hallways are almost eerily silent at this time of night, and the only sound that rings through the air at this time is the soft grumbling coming from Lucifer’s office down the hall. Though your knocks breathe a sudden spark of energy into the room in front of you now as well, as rustling sounds grow louder and you’re able to briefly catch the sound of something (or someone) tumbling to the floor in the occupant’s haste to open the door. Even without being able to see the commotion you let out a small giggle at the thought, knowing the man in question must know it’s you who’s come to see him this late at night after the way he left off your conversation over text only moments ago.

“Hmph. Thought I told ya I was going to bed.” Mammon grumbles as the door clicks open and reveals his disheveled form behind it, clearly flustered as he stands in his room, clad in only his loose-fitting pajama pants. Despite his standoffish ruse and his flustered expression, though, he leaves the door open for you to join him in his room as you make your way over to him with a knowing grin.

“Well, you ran away before I could respond to what you said.” You retort as you close the door behind you, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into him as you embrace the musky scent of his cologne. Your eyes easily flutter closed as you press your head against his skin and feel his arms wrap around you on instinct. “I had something I wanted to say to you too, you know.”

The easily flustered demon quickly begins to sputter in response to your words, floundering for a moment before settling as his arms rest around your waist with a comforting warmth.

“I love you too, Mammon.” You lean in further to whisper in his ear in response to his earlier message, a smirk unfurling across your face as you can feel the heat emanating from his cheeks in response to your flirtations.

“Uh yeah, obviously. Ya didn’t need to come all the way here to tell me that.” He grumbles out in response, though he’s unable to hide how flustered and giddy he feels at your words despite what he says. You can feel how quickly his heart beats beneath his skin as your head leans against his bare chest, and when you tilt your head towards his and cup his cheek in your hand, you can feel the way his skin burns with a passionate fire as he stares back at you in eager anticipation of what he knows you’re about to do.

And despite his nonchalant act, the second your lips begin moving towards his he’s quick to meet you halfway, cradling the back of your head in his large hand as his lips tangle gently with yours. The kiss is short and sweet, little more than a peck, but you both pull away with obvious lovestruck grins across your faces, despite Mammon’s brief attempt to appear unaffected by the affection.

"…..Alright, alright. If you’re gonna come all the way here, ya may as well spend the night. Come on, let’s get to bed.” He mutters after standing awestruck for a moment following the kiss, and you’re quick to reach down and lace your fingers with his as you allow your stubborn boyfriend to drag you to bed. His attitude and his words do little to mask his affectionate nature as he clings to you all night long, but you can’t bring yourself to tease him for it, not when you’d rather focus on simply enjoying the small, adorable moments like this you get to share with your childish lover. These are the moments you wouldn’t trade for the world, and as his strong arms encase you in their hold from behind and his soft snoring echoes in your ear, all you can do is smile as you allow his love to engulf you.

A/N: Hey guys, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten any writing out but I’ve had this one sitting in my drafts for a while so I finally decided to edit and post it :) I just got this idea a while ago while reading the text above in the game, but I’m also doing a bit of a drabble game for all the fandoms I write for rn which I’ve linked above, so please feel free to check that out! I’m having a pretty rough week right now, so I may write slower than usual, but still feel free to send in any requests you have and I’ll do my best to get to them as soon as I can :)

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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mingyu boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: after spending lots of time inside due to the city being frozen during the holidays, my brain is on the domestic!mingyu agenda. i'm so :-( i love him :-( also pics not mine~

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!mingyu x gn!reader | requests: open

this is going to be a long one i'm so sorry i'm just so in love with mingyu as we all should be tbh

thinking about a tweet that said something like "any boy can be babygirl, but it takes a man to be a wife" AND MINGYU IS THAT MAN

yes he is your wife while he is your boyfriend. no further questions.

he's the sweetest angel ever. he can be a little shit with flirty pickup lines or his whining, but it still has all the energy of a sweet baby angel

when he's tired, he is actually so whiny. like boy pLEASE chill but he will not!! all he wants to do is lie down and hold onto you for dear life

you are his favorite teddy bear (he has definitely said this to you on multiple occasions) and when you are in his arms he never wants to let go.

falls asleep holding you and, if you drift apart, as soon as he feels you move he will pull you back towards him and probably give you a kiss on the forehead because it's pure instinct it doesn't matter if he's asleep it WILL happen

when he's feeling low, sick, or extra sleepy, he will want to be your teddy bear though. he loves being held by you because it makes him feel so safe and warm and loved

giving him lil forehead kisses or pats on the head or backhugs also make him feel so safe and warm and loved and no matter how long you've been together he will blush when you do that

and probably giggle!! you hear him go "hehe" more than you would ever think is humanly possible. he's just filled with utter delight when he's with you :,-)

it started somewhat early in the relationship, partially as a joke and partially as a way to show how often he thinks of you, but, whenever y'all are watching tv or walking around outside or simply existing, mingyu will point at something and say "that's you <3"

like the main character in the film you're watching says a joke and he smiles and goes "that's you!" and then another character trips so you point and say "that's you :-)" and mingyu pouts but his heart is beating a million miles an hour because he loves that you love him the way he loves you

he will definitely do it with cheesy stuff too like he sees a rainbow or a pretty flower and without thinking "it's you" falls out of his mouth :-( he sees you in everything :-(

when you're not together, he will send you pictures/videos of things that remind him of you

he's also the type to send you voice messages to tell you jokes or things that happened during the day if timezones/schedules mean he can't call you

he also really wants you to do that too because he loves hearing your voice ! he will listen back to old voice messages when he's away and missing you :-(

mingyu is such a clumsy baby

after being around him enough, you know to have a mini first aid kit ready at all times

and he L O V E S when you take care of his injuries

he always insists that a kiss will make it better

if he scratches his knee and you put a bandaid on it without giving it a kiss, he will feign intense pain until he gets that kiss and then a warm smile lights up his face he is so dramatic istg

as we all know, he is a big acts of service kind of guy

don't be surprised if you hear clamoring in the kitchen early in the morning. there isn't a burglar; it's just mingyu making your coffee/tea and cooking a lil breakfast AND tidying things up for you

he's wearing an apron over his pj's !!!!!! so cute <3

when you're doing the dishes, he will always roll up your sleeves if they start to fall, and he is looking at you with the most lovestruck eyes. like he thinks you're SO beautiful and it shows!!!

absolutely adores cooking for/with you. that's one of his love languages for SURE. really anything domestic that you two do together will make his heart soar because you're his home!!!

he also loves feeding you oh my GOD he thinks you're so cute when you eat and he is always willing to give you the last bite :-(

grocery store dates !!

if either of you are grocery shopping separately, the other will make a shopping list and leave lil notes with it too because you two are always being cute and silly

sometimes mingyu makes up dumb names for the things he needs because he thinks it's a fun game and loves when you call/text him because you have no idea wtf a sparkly wheat mattress is it's a loaf of multigrain bread

strikes me as the type of guy who will kneel down to tie your shoes whether you're in the doorway about to leave or in the middle of the city like he will drop everything to make sure your shoes are snug so you don't fall

i also think if he scolds you on things like not wearing enough layers he'll lowkey use a baby voice because he doesn't want to upset you and is just genuinely worried because he wants to protect you at all costs

he's also a big fan of holding your face in both his hands and kissing you on the forehead, nose, cheek, lips because he wants all your attention on him always <3

if you're hanging out in a group of people and you haven't looked at him in a while he will poke/nudge/squeeze you to get your attention. if you're too far away for physical contact he will wave at you until you look at him i'm crying

he's the absolute best at comforting you !! do not be surprised if he cries when you cry like you're his world so seeing you upset breaks his heart :-(

talks about you CONSTANTLY. he thinks you're the funniest, smartest, most talented, most amazing person in the world and he will tell absolutely anyone and everyone about you

good luck telling seventeen any anecdote about your life because mingyu has already told them 3 times <3

when he gets scared or embarrassed he will hold onto you for dear life and/or hide behind you

it doesn't matter if you are a whole foot shorter than he is. he is standing right behind you hiding his face in his hands or the crook of your neck like mingyu we can still see you ?? but he's like nope! no one can see me i'm safe behind the love of my life! they can protect me from everything!

sometimes he will use sweet pet names like love/angel/dear but he often uses your name because he loves the way it sounds and feels to say it

your name feels safe in his mouth if you know what i'm referencing you can probably hear me sobbing right now

he LOVES holding your hand. sometimes he will swing it as you're walking or bring your intertwined hands up to his lips for a lil kiss. if you look at him like ??? why are you so cute :,-) ??? he's looking at you completely clueless because he has no idea that he's doing these things they're so natural to him

so thoughtful on dates/anniversaries/birthdays or any occasion that's important to either of you

will give the most special gifts and they're often accompanied by sweet and heartfelt notes/cards/speeches

truly mingyu spends every second expressing his love for you and everything is so tender and heartwarming because he's just a big ball of love and that love is all for you <333333333

he looked at you with heart eyes the first time he saw you and that look of adoration never fades

sorry this is a mess and i could probably write hundreds more but i have to stop now because i genuinely need to lie down on the floor and kick and scream and cry now. i hope everyone gets the mingyu they deserve <3

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cheezbites · 9 months

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Habits

✎: You guys have been eating good with my posts, thanks for all the notes kiddies! 🫡

♡Summary: Johnny Price subconsciously picks up on your habits <3

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Bf!Price noticed your one-sided conversation with your beloved dog, Cooper. You were sat cross-legged with a bag of treats in your hand, his tail tersely wagging in the air. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” You cooed, a playful tone lacing your words. You then seamlessly switched to a higher pitch, one that resonated with your dog more: “I am! I’m a good boy.” When John witnessed this heartwarming interaction, a smile tugged at his lips knowing that you and Cooper had an inseparable bond.

And so when you noticed Price having bantering one-on-one conversations with Coop, which he never did before, you couldn’t help but chuckle at your newfound discovery.

Bf!Price loved it when you made him breakfast in bed, he never asked you to, but you still did it voluntarily. You leisurely got up from bed, veering off from startling or waking him up and entered the kitchen. You were half asleep - but still committed to the task at hand, you made him eggs on buttered toast, fluffy pancakes with maple syrup, orange juice and a side of freshly sliced strawberries.

“Wake up sleepy head,” you muttered, placing the tray of food onto the nightstand. The delicious scent of the breakfast wafted through the room. He grunted and drowsily arose in response, as you nestled his face in your gentle hands. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, blinked open to find you sat next to him, and the food perfectly framed in the soft morning light. The love and care you committed to the food you prepared made him feel loved and appreciated.

“All this… for me?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

You nodded, “Of course, all for you.”

He sat up, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I love you so much.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, as you pulled away his eyes remained fixed on you, causing your heart to skip a beat or two.

“Thank you…” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear “For everything.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

Bf!Price was beyond grateful for your kind gesture, he didn’t tell you this, but years of military training caused him to instinctively wake up even at the slightest sound or movement. He had grown accustomed to being a light sleeper during his time in the army, he saw you try extremely hard to not startle or wake him up, he knew how early in the morning it was when you fled to go make him breakfast - all the efforts you put into it made him appreciate it even more. He couldn’t fight the urge to make you breakfast in bed this time.

As the morning sun lightly filtered through the curtains, he silently rose from the bed. Today, he was going to return the sweet gesture and he was determined to. With careful consideration, he mentally noted all the little things you loved. He knew you adored the bittersweet taste of a fresh milk coffee, he knew you loved waffles with a crispy exterior and a soft, sweet centre. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he remembered your affinity for blueberries, adding them generously to a separate bowl. He most importantly remembered that you were a light eater with a sweet tooth every morning, so he was going to keep it simple.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he greeted softly.

As you gradually stirred awake, he presented you with the tray - a mix of excitement and affection visible in his eyes.

Bf!Price rarely sends emojis; his texting style is monotone, but when talking to him face to face, he's a ball of sunshine. When it comes to you, you don’t shy away from embracing your personality in text messages as well. Sending emojis galore, using capital letters, abbreviations …

When texting him, you observe the way he messages you gradually shift. It became more and more alike to the way you text. For example, when laughing, before it would be something along the lines of:

“Ahah”, or reacting to the message.

Now it was:

“Hahahaha😂☠️”, maybe you were delusional, or, you detected him picking up on another one of your habits yet again.

Bf!Price endured a healthy lifestyle and a consistent routine in the gym, and you started naturally gravitating towards it. As days passed, you took note of his passion for staying fit and his morning jogs. The way he talked about his favourite exercises and the happiness it brought him was contagious. Without even realising it, you began joining him. You laughed at how effortlessly you slipped into his passion for fitness, it wasn’t just about staying in shape, it was about the bonding experience. Not only have you embraced his routine, but also strengthened your connection.

Bf!Price was overwhelmed at how underwhelming your workspace was, papers in neat colour coordinated stacks, pens arranged into meticulous rows, even the array of sticky notes seemed to be in their proper place, an abundance of files to make it easier to stay organised …

What was once an unorganised jumble (his workspace), was soon enough a space that fostered clarity and focus. He appreciated the positive influence you had on him, even if it was as small as just staying organised. He felt a newfound sense of accomplishment every time he looked at his now-tidy desk.

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munsonluhvr · 4 months

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THE CANDY GRAM CONSPIRACY (DAY #1: LOVE LETTER EVENT)

contents: SFW (light cussing). Steve, your secret admirer, sends you a candy gram with a compelling message. word count - 2k

notes: happy first day of the love letter event. I'm soo excited to share this, and all the other fics written for this event, with you. happy love week! - Helen

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“You’re an idiot, Steve.” Dustin Henderson says, shaking his head as he stands with Steve at the candy gram table. “She’s going to be totally freaked out if she gets a message from someone anonymous and you think she’s going to want to show up to the restaurant? Dumbest way to waste ten dollars.” Steve fumbles with his pockets, searching for the paper bills he made sure he brought to school for this exact occasion. Finally, Steve grasps the money in his pocket, pulling it out swiftly and handing it to the girl behind the table. “But she’ll find out it’s just me, I mean I think she already knows I like her.”

“Steve, you’re completely missing the point.” Dustin says.

The girl running the candy gram table puts Steve’s money in the metal lockbox, taking a pen and a note card to give to Steve. As she listens the two boys converse, she can’t help but roll her eyes. “Write a little message if you would like. It’ll go with the candy gram.”

“It’s going to work, Dustin, you just watch.” Steve says, glancing at Dustin. Steve bends down, strands of his hair falling across his forehead. He sticks out his tongue between his lip, captured by concentration.

From afar, I watch you shine, In every step, a dance divine. Though hidden deep, my feelings soar, In this secret, I adore you more.

Your presence, a joy that lights up my day, Secretly admiring in every single way. So, here’s a small poem, a whisper, a sign, Of a love that’s deep, and ever so fine.

Love, Your Secret Admirer (Meet me at Enzo’s, tonight, at 9)

Steve leans back, positively satisfied by his poetry skills. He hands the small notecard to Dustin who takes it in his hand, his eyes pinched in analyzation. After a minute, Dustin drops his hand, his face expressing how impressed he was; he hands the card back to Steve. “I didn’t know you could write poetry.”

You slump in your desk chair, your elbow resting on the tabletop, your chin resting in your hand. You watch as the candy gram girls pass by your desk, showcasing that you’re one class closer to realizing you were an idiot for thinking Steve Harrington would buy you a candy gram.

It was your fourth class, only two periods left in the day, and you had only received three candy grams: one from your parents, the other two from your best friends. Of course, you were grateful for the ones you got, you loved the thoughtful gifts from your parents and friends, but was it so terrible to wish Steve would demonstrate that he feels the same way as you do?

You and Steve were friends, of some sort, existing in an ambivalent grey area. Steve and you had experienced many ‘close calls:’ your lips brushing his once or twice, a couple kisses here and there, and many, just so many, instances of touches on each other’s arms and hands that lingered for a little too long. However, Steve never told you he liked you, never made the effort to ask you out.

You’re zoning out in class, whispers going on behind you as girls receive candy grams from their boyfriends or friends distracting you from your geometry class. Just as your mind is going around the bend to being mad at Steve, about to promise to never talk to him again, a presence next to you jolts you out of your mind. A girl with long blond hair, tied back in a ponytail, a chubby cheek smile on her face, places a tiny, plush teddy bear holding a small bag of conversation heart candies on your desk. “It came with this,” the girl says, placing an envelope onto your desk as well. She saunters off quickly, squeaking ‘bye’ to your math teacher, closing the door behind her.

You sit still, your eyes trained on the teddy bear that stares back at you. It’s white, pink hearts scattered across it’s body. It’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

For a moment, you’re excited again, the potential of the bear being sent by Steve sending your hopes soaring up to the sky. You tear the flap away from the body of the envelope, sliding out the small note card. Your eyes scan the page, flying down to the bottom to find Steve’s signature – except it’s not there; ‘Love, your Secret Admirer. Meet me at Enzo’s, tonight, at 9’ is in its place. You frown. You look above the signature line, your eyes reading a poem scribbled across the page. Your heart swells, pulsing with toothachingly sweet emotions. Who wrote this?

As you put your textbooks into your locker, exchanging them out for the textbooks for your next class, your best friends Rena and Steph are bent over the secret admirer note. “Listen, if you don’t want whoever wrote this poem because you’re stuck on Steve, I’ll take him.” Rena says, shaking her head as she begins to read the poem for the third time.

“And he’s taking you to Enzo’s. My dad told my mom he’d take her there for their wedding anniversary, my mom got super dressed up and everything, and he made them leave and go to Benny’s Burgers instead because it was too expensive.” Steph says, glancing up at you. “Aren’t you curious to find out who sent you the candy gram?”

You shrug, closing the door of your locker. “I guess but I just don’t understand Steve. We have all this tension between us, but he won’t ask me out. Do you think he’s seeing someone else?” You ask, frowning.

“Who cares? You have someone writing you poetry and you’re giving a fuck about Steve?” Rena says with a scoff. “That head of hair lost his chance, now you have someone confessing their love for you through poetry. Say ‘Sayonara Steve’ already.”

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Steph wraps an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to her, while shooting a look at Rena for her abrasiveness. “How about this. Rena and I will come over later and help you get ready for your date – it’ll be fun, I promise.”

You nod, leaning into your friend. “Come over early, I’ll need a total makeover.”

“I wonder who it could be?” Rena says, a fistful of your hair in her hand, a brush in her other hand. You sit at your vanity table, your hands resting on your lap as Rena strokes the brush through your hair, dividing sections of your hair to begin styling it. “Maybe it’s that Gareth guy, he’s always staring at you from across the cafeteria.”

Steph laughs from across the room, her body stretched out across your bed, one of your magazines in her hands. “Gareth wouldn’t have the balls to write poetry and send it to a girl.”

You sigh listening to your friends create conspiracies about who wrote the note, making fictitious reasons for the secret admirer to go such lengths to ask you out. You were curious too, your stomach twisting with anticipation. What if you didn’t like who the secret admirer was once his identity is revealed. “Are we sure this isn’t a prank?” You ask, beginning to worry.

“That would be one expensive prank; I had to empty my piggy bank to send you both candy grams.” Rena mutters, beginning to put pins in your hair.

Steph hums. “It’s not a prank, y/n, just someone who’s trying to be unique with asking you out to dinner.”

You sigh again, staring at your reflection. You notice your pout that’s settled on your mouth, the disappointment of no candy gram from Steve bumming you out. Maybe this was a sign to let Steve go, allow others into your life. You take a deep breath, deciding to change your attitude.

“What do you guys think I should wear?”

At the same time, Rena and Steph begin to ramble, Steph getting up from her seat on your bed to flip through the hangers in your closet. Rena steps away from you, looking at her work on your hair: your hair is half up, half down, framing your face perfectly. She hums, satisfied, and picks up some of your makeup on your vanity. “I think you should wear that pink dress; you know the one that goes to your mid-thigh, the little bows on the shoulder.”

“This one?” Steph says, pulling the exact dress out of the closet. “It’s perfect, you have to wear it, y/n.”

You look over your shoulder, smiling as you nod. “You’re right it’s perfect.”

Nine o’clock comes around faster than you were prepared for, your friends climbing into Steph’s station wagon to drive you to Enzo’s. The ride over was short, bringing you passed downtown Hawkins, the dark streets illuminated by the lit-up streetlights. Your stomach twisted with anticipation and nervousness, the emotions rising up in your throat. In several minutes, Steph pulls up to the front of Enzo’s, the grand sign hanging above the restaurants entrance.

“Be brave!” Rena says, turning in the passenger seat to look at you in the backseat. “You look stunning, whoever it is will be blown away.”

Steph turns to look at you too, an encouraging smile on her face. “Give whoever it is a chance, the poem was amazing, they might surprise you.”

You nod, unlatching the car door. “Thank you guys for everything, I would never look this good if it weren’t for you both.”

They laugh waving goodbye to you. You shut the car door behind you once you’re out, propelling yourself towards the restaurant door. “Don’t forget to call us and tell us everything when you get home,” Rena exclaims, hanging out the passenger window. Steph begins to pull away from the building, Rena waving until she pulls herself back into the car. And you’re left alone.

Your friend’s advice echo’s in your mind; ‘give whoever it is a chance.’ No matter who it is, you’re going to have a good time tonight, appreciating the kind gesture of a sweet poem and an amazing dinner at Enzo’s. Your friends had put a lot of effort to make you feel good about yourself, preparing you for such a unique situation. With one last deep breath, you pull the restaurant door open, immediately greeted by the mouthwatering smell of Italian food.

The restaurant is dark, and busy, Valentine’s day proving to be one of their busiest days of the year. The tables are all crowded, the low hum of conversation passing through the building. There is a glow that illuminates the inside, candles lit at every table adding a soft, romantic essence. Your eyes scan the tables, in search of spotting a familiar face. Your fingers grasp each other, your digits squeezing together with nervousness. How will you ever find your secret admirer?

Just then, the room goes dark, your sight blinded by a pair of hands that cover your eyes. You didn’t know if you should scream or jaw your elbow backwards into the person that stands behind you. Your shoulders ease when a familiar voices murmurs into your ear. “Guess who?”

You smile wide, spinning yourself around. Steve stands before you, wearing a crisp tux, his hair slicked back, a flower bouquet in his hand. “Steve?” you say, throwing your arms around him. “You sent me the candy gram?”

Steve nods, his arms wrapping around your torso. “Were you hoping it was someone else?”

You shake your head, leaning your body against him. “No, I was wishing it was you.”

Steve leans back from your embrace, brushing the back of your hand across your cheekbone. “You look absolutely beautiful, y/n.” Steve says, his eyes taking in every inch of your face. “I should have asked you to be my girlfriend sooner, but I wanted it to be special. Asking on Valentine’s day seems cliché, but I liked the idea.”

Your eyebrows raise, your mouth opening slightly. “T-To be your girlfriend?”

Steve nods, flipping his hand over for the pad of his thumb to brush across your bottom lip. “Will you?”

Leaning on the tip of your toes, you push your lips into Steve’s, doing away with all the ‘almost’ kisses you’ve had with him. “Of course, I will,” you murmur against his mouth.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader

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severelystrangewriter · 8 months

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First Kiss (Flufftober 2023 Day 8)

Pairing: takashi mitsuya x female reader

WC: 578

Warnings: none

Summary: short drabble about you and mitsuya sharing your first kiss

Note: it's super short and probably could've been better but oh well

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“Truth or dare, (Y/n)?” Emma asked.

You were currently having a sleepover with Hinata and Emma, the latter being the one who came up with the brilliant idea of playing the game.

“Truth.”

Emma hummed thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “What was your first kiss like?”

“I…” You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked away, and you cleared your throat awkwardly, “I haven’t had my first kiss yet.”

“Really?” Hinata tilted her head curiously.

“Didn’t you start dating Mitsuya two months ago?” Emma asked, also surprised.

Your face grew hotter and you nodded shyly, “We’re taking things slow.”

“Well there’s nothing wrong with that,” Hinata shrugged with a kind smile, “It’ll happen when it happens.”

Emma nodded in agreement and just like that the subject was changed as you moved on with the game.

But that didn’t mean the question left your mind.

The fact that you had never been kissed before used to not bother you, but lately you’ve found yourself thinking about it more and more. Sure, you and Mitsuya agreed not to rush things, but you were starting to get antsy. You tried not to let self-deprecating thoughts sneak in, along with trying not to worry about whether he even wanted to kiss you in the first place.

Logically, you knew Mitsuya wasn’t a mind reader, so it’s not like he knew you were waiting for him to make the first move.

So you started thinking of ways to communicate exactly how to bring it up. Because after thinking about it, you decided that you really wanted to kiss your boyfriend. The opportunity arose when you two went on your next date. He picked you up with his motorcycle and you guys rode to a park, where Mitsuya had a little picnic planned.

You loved spending time with him like this; he was always so thoughtful and it really was the little things that made you fall for him. The fact that he always checked up on you, sent you good morning and good night messages, and gave you flowers, all of it.

Together you sat side by side on a blanket and watched the sunset- well, Mitsuya was watching the sunset, but you were watching him. The sky’s golden hue was washing over him in a breathtaking way.

“You’re staring,” He commented, and your eyes flickered to his lips as they moved.

“I can’t help it,” You shrugged, sending him a smile, “You’re just too pretty.”

Mitsuya shook his head with a laugh, “Well thank you, but I think I should be saying that to you.”

You hummed and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Takashi,”

“I love you too,” He replied without hesitation, and it made your heart flutter. It felt right to say and hear those words.

You lifted your head up again and made a choice, “Hey Takashi?”

“Hm?” He was looking at you with the kindest lavender eyes and you knew that you didn’t have to worry about what you were going to ask.

“Can I kiss you?”

He smiled softly and nodded his head. Then he reached up and placed his hand on your cheek to bring your face closer to his. And with one last look of adoration, he closed the distance.

Your first kiss with Mitsuya was everything you imagined it to be. It was soft and sweet and you knew right then that it wouldn’t be your last.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #x reader #fanfiction #tokyo rev #fluff #flufftober #kace writes

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wzy3ka · 7 months

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| busy彡 Y.JW ( 양정원)

idol!jungwon bf!jungwon x reader

warnings: none

Jungwon has been missing your phone calls lately because of work.

He's preparing for their world tour and he always comes home very late at night.

You hated him being away from you. you were slowly losing your patience.

When he came home, he was exhausted and couldn't even walk properly..

"Babe... I'm sorry." he said as you faced your back at him pretending to sleep

"Are you mad?" He pouts as he walks over to you

You never spoke a word to him as he plays with a strand of your hair.

"I'lI make it up to you. I promise!" He said

You look at him with a grumpy expression.

"I'm sorry I couldn't pick up your calls, I was practicing too much that I even forgot to eat.." he chuckles making you sit up

"What???" You yelled

"Are you okay?? Why didn't they feed you?? You're overworking yourself!! Stop doing that!!"

Jungwon laughs and gives you a peck on the lips

"I'm just playing.." he laughs

"Why you-"

"Well, that's the only way I could get you to talk to me.." he shrugs

“I'm kinda hungry though,"

"C'mon, I'll make you something.." you said

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"You always say that and end up sleeping halfway through the movie."

"I can't help it..the couch is very comfortable. Really showed its' purpose. This is a good couch!" He said and pats the seat beside him

"What movie are we going to watch?"

"She would've ended up with him if she confessed. right, ba-." you look over at him and he was fast asleep

"You're the one who suggested we should watch a movie, now you're sleeping again.." you mocked

You couldn't stay mad at him because of how adorable he looked under the covers.

"I'll make it up. to you. y/n.." he was sleep talking

You let out a laugh and rested your head on his chest as you slowly drifted to sleep.

Once you woke up, you noticed Jungwon wasn't there beside you anymore and left for work.

You were about to pick up your phone and found a note beside it.

Good Morning, My love! I already made breakfast for you. Meet me at the train station at 8. I promise I'll make it up to you!

P.S. dress nicely!;)

Love you always, wonniewon!

"Silly guy." you thought

A notification popped up and it was jungwon sending you a message.

I’ll see you there! ;)

"If you would actually be there.."

you joke

It was nearly 8 and you've finally arrived at the train station.

Memories suddenly hit you like a bullet train. This was the place where you and Jungwon first met.

Two teenagers very passionate for their future, never thought would end up together.

You let out a laugh as you recall all the memories with him at this place.

Raindrops start to fall.

"Ugh! I forgot to bring an umbrella.."

The main was too far away and you wouldn't want to miss Jungwon if ever he'd come.

You were having second thoughts if you should stay where there is roof or just wait for Jungwon.

"What's taking him so long. " you said

You suddenly hear footsteps behind you..

You were suddenly covered with an umbrella.

"Missed me?" He asked

"Where have you been?!" You turn around and punch his shoulder

"And I love you too!" He laughed

"Wait, you're soaking wet." he said and takes out a napkin from his pocket

He wipes all the water off your face and gives you his coat.

"I was a little late because.. I got you these.." he said and handed you a bouquet of tulips

"Tulips reminded me of the first time we met here.I was crying about my first crush and you were listening to For you by Leehi and Crush while drawing tulips on your arm."

"Oh yeah. and I handed you my earpiece because I didn't know how to comfort you.." you laugh

Tulips look good on you, my love."

He smiled

"Really? Thanks, babe.." you gave him a peck on the cheek

"I should be given an award for this," he said as he celebrates his victory

"Why?" You laugh

"Because I'm the one who remembered our anniversary."

"It's today??" You were shocked

"Happy Anniversary, Babe!" He said and kissed your forehead

"I totally forgott... I'm sorry.."

"It's fine.. satisfaction check, did I make it up to you?"

"You sure did!"

"Were you satisfied?"

"Very!"

"Do you still love me?"

"Ofcourse! And it would stay that way till the day I die!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get you any gift. " you pouted making him chuckle

"That's alright, maybe next time you could get me one if you could still remember when our anniversary is." he said as you smack his shoulder with your pouch

"Hey, give the man a rest! I've done so much for this to happen!"

"So, what are we gonna do next?"

You asked him

"Well, better get ready. Our adventure awaits!" He said and holds your hand as the train finally arrives.

#enhypen #enha #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enha imagines #enha x reader #enha jungwon #yang jungwon imagines #jungwon angst #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon #enhypen jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon scenarios #jungwon #enhypen imagines #enhypen x you

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automaticllamacycle · 11 months

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Hi lovely, I ADORE your coffee shop au Matty and can’t wait for the next part and I have a couple of concepts for it that I would love to see your take on!! So the first one is Matty being a boob guy in general lol. And the second one is Matty guiding you as you ride him for the first time because you’ve never done it before xoxox

Omg this concept really does give me brain rot, and I wasn’t planning on having riding be in part two so it works out perfect for a concept. I hope you enjoy this <3 I incorporated both! This is also absolutely filthy (also this is my very first concept ily) this was way more words than i was expecting i got carried away with this concept.

Content: 18+, general filth, praise kink, unprotected sex

word count: 1706

You find yourself sitting on Matty’s lap in the middle of your bed. His mouth is on yours, tongue prodding at your lower lip. You let him in, licking into his mouth. Your hands are at the base of his neck, nails scratching at his scalp and tugging on the brown locks. He’s hard underneath you as his hand runs up your back under your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt, really. The calluses on his fingers send a chill up your spine, your back arching into his touch. Skillfully, he unlatches your bra clasp before pulling your shirt over your head. He stares for a moment, a boyish grin on his face. His lips are red and bitten raw, eyes blown wide as he stares at your breasts.

Out of instinct, your hands go to cover your face. “Matty, can you not? You’re making me nervous.” He always has that effect on you. It felt like he could see straight through you, all the way to the bone. Like you couldn’t hide anything from him, even if you wanted to.

He moves slowly, taking your wrist into his hands, and kissing your palms before placing your hands at your sides. “Can’t help it, darling. Fucking love these tits. I’ll prove it to you.” His lips attach to the skin of your chest, sucking lightly. His other hand goes up to your other breast, completely engulfing it in his grasp, squeezing gently. Your head falls backwards as small gasps leave your mouth. Soon, his gentle lips are replaced by his teeth, tentatively grazing the soft skin, making you jolt. A deep chuckle leaves his throat at your reaction. He loves getting those reactions out of you.

Matty doesn’t let his mouth linger in the same place for long, moving to your other tit. This time paying special attention to your nipple. He takes the bud into his mouth, switching between using his tongue and teeth. “Fucking hell,” you gasp with your hands back in his hair. He is unrelenting, desperate to see your chest marked up. Tongue swirling around the bud before sucking.

When he finally detaches himself, he simply stares at his work while he holds your waist. Eyes carefully examining the red marks all over your chest. “There we go. That’s perfect,” he grins, looking up to meet your eyes. You flush under his gaze, cheeks tinged with pink. Your hands make their way under his shirt. His lower stomach is tense, breathing hard from your touch. Matty gets the message though, leaning forward to pull his shirt off before pulling your lips back to his mouth. He moves with fervor, mouth hot against you. He groans into your open mouth as you grind down onto him. It’s becoming too much for him, and you know it by the look on his face when he breaks the kiss, leaning against your forehead.

“You look so pretty on top of me like this.” His voice is shot, rough and deep as he talks. “I want you to ride me. You up for that?” You’ve been with him a few times now, but never on top. You worry you won’t do it right, that it won’t be good enough for him.

“I don’t know…” you trail off, unsure of yourself.

He’s quick to try and quiet your worries. “I’ll guide you every step of the way. You’ll do great, always so good for me,” he pauses briefly to kiss you. A simple sweet kiss to comfort you. “Is that okay?”

“Alright.” Both your clothes and his are taken off with haste, thrown to the bedroom floor. You sit on his lower stomach, waiting for his guidance. He decides to tease you first, though. “Can feel how wet you are for me, practically dripping.” Your breath hitches at his words, but you retaliate quicky, reaching behind you to stroke his cock. You know what he likes, moving your hand just right to get him moaning and gripping at your waist. “Fuck— love. I need to be inside you.” His hands on your hips lift you off his stomach while you line up his cock with your entrance, bracing yourself on your knees on either side of his waist. “Whenever you’re ready, go as slow as you need to, baby.”

A whine leaves your lips as sink down onto him. “Shit, Matty.” He’s just as affected, fingers digging into your waist as he curses. Bruises would be left in their wake for you to find tomorrow. A reminder of how his hands felt on your body for the next few days. Of how eager and needy he was with every touch, never quite close enough to your skin.

When you finally bottom out, he’s deeper than he ever has been, filling you up in every way possible. He waits patiently as you adjust, taking the time to nip delicately at your neck. Rough hands soothing up and down your sides, making you melt into him. You look at him, he could tell you didn’t know what to do next. “Move when you want to. Whatever makes you feel good will make me feel good.” His hands push your hips forward, showing you what to do. “Move your hips like you’ve been doing all night.”

You start grinding, pushing him even deeper into you. The pleasure is instant as his cock presses into that spot inside, sending heat to your stomach. “Yeah, yeah. Just like that,” he encourages seeing the ecstasy on your face. His hands at your hips move along with you, signaling for you to go faster. Your confidence grows, and the speed of your hips increases, chasing that feeling slowly building inside of you.

If you didn’t think Matty could hold you tighter, you were wrong. Groans leave his lips continuously. His brown eyes go back and forth between your tits, the spot where you both connect, and your face. He’s not sure what he would rather stare at, burning the image of you into his mind.

You take him by surprise when you rise on your knees, before grinding back down onto him, starting a slow pace. “How’s that?” you ask, struggling to get the words out. Head already fuzzy. “Is this good?”

“Fuck—yes that’s good. Always so fucking good around my cock.” He’s lost in the feeling of you, cursing every time you pulse around him. Your hands grip his shoulders, aiding you as you speed up your thrusts. His hands stop guiding your movements, letting you fuck him all on your own.

The feeling you chase is getting closer. Heat builds up in your stomach and runs through your veins. The heat burns all the way to your fingertips, setting you ablaze. Every moan that leaves his mouth emboldens you, as your hips begin to bounce onto him, desperate for that high. “Look at you, taking me so well,” he begins babbling on, words barely coming to him. “Such a good girl for me. So fucking beautiful on my cock like this.” It was taking all of his strength not to come in you right there. Tits bouncing up and down right in front of his face, driving him crazy.

You cry out a choked sound, leaning into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. Your thrusts are growing sloppy, tired and exhausted. All you can do is beg. “Matty, please,” you plead in his ear. Your nails scratching down his back. He’ll have his own set of marks to remember you by for the next few days.

“Want my help, darling?” he asks with a groan. You nod vigorously in the crook of his neck.

“Please. Need to come so bad, please.” The sensations are becoming too much. His skin raw against you.

“Alright, baby,” Matty replies before his hips begin to pound into you at a brutal pace. He wastes no time to get you to your high. One of his hands leaves your waist, splaying across your lower stomach before pressing down, hard. You whimper into his neck at the pressure. “Feel that?” you nod again at his question, not trusting the strength of your own voice. You’re not sure you could find the words if you tried, completely drowning in the feeling of him. Everything else is hazy. All that exists right now is Matty.

You are right there, and Matty knows it by the way your pulse around him. He takes his thumb and moves it down to rub fast circles on your clit. Complete and totally pleasure shocks your system. “Matty, fuck—I’m about to come—”

“Look at me,” his voice interjects. You do as he says. Anything to please him. Barely fighting off the orgasm you’re rapidly approaching. His warm brown eyes bare into you, wide and overcome with adoration for you. Your body is perfect for him, reacting to his every touch. No one he’s ever had can compare. His thumb goes faster while his eyes remain locked to yours. “Go on, come all over me,” he pants, nearing his own completion.

You fall apart on his cock, losing yourself on his body. His movements split you apart yet put you back together again all in an instant. The pleasure overwhelms you. Your vision fades black as you melt into him, shockwaves pulsing through your muscles. His thrusts continue at a rapid pace as he reaches his climax. He lets out a loud groan as he spills inside of you, holding you tight to his body. He pants, gasping for air as he holds you, kissing your forehead gently while rubbing your back.

“Did so well for me,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss. You two lay like that for a while. You, on top of his chest, not ready to be apart from him again.

“I don’t wanna move. Too tired,” you say, head resting on him. He chuckles at your words. A huge smile on his face at the fact you’re all his.

“Gotta get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed, okay?”

“Only if you carry me to the bathroom. Don’t think I could walk if I tried anyway,” you mumble.

“Alright, sweetheart. I can do that.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy #matty healy fanfic #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #asks #my writing #matty healy smut #i was not expecting this to be long #however i miscalculated #i started writing and didnt stop #this also made me really excited for part two #so literally thank you for your request mwah

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latenightdaydreams · 11 days

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Oh, Author. To be in your presence (asks) one again is such a delight. With you and your divine power (writing)... Will you care to bless this lady by fulfilling her simple request? 🙏

Upon your Sub!König revelation (headcanon), a thought - a need - has been lingering in my mind for far too long. According to the scripture, it has mentioned König loves to be financially dominated. If this is true, grant us with the vision of Reader purchasing the best and the most expensive items - cough, toys and lingerie, cough - in the market as some sort of surprise for König. But it comes off as shocking news to him when he finds out whose is it for... It isn't meant for Reader at all. It's all meant for him. I am quite sure we know what ensues next: Our supposedly intimidating giant in lingerie, being teased and pleasured by toys 🤭

Sigh, what a sight to behold. A sight I shall engrave in my mind. Oh, and to add a little bit of a personal spice preference: Konig addresses Dom!Reader as "Meisterin (Mistress)".

Why such an absurd request? Unfortunately, I have quite the fascination for pathetic submissive men. And what better candidate to push into such abyss but our man König 😮‍💨🤌

Anyway, breaking out of my weird, poor attempt at formal speech. I hope you have a great day/night ahead and have been recovering from the pain you mentioned before 🫂 Take plenty of rest, stay hydrated and eat well, alright? Here's plenty of love that hopefully breaks your device screen and ends up san mothering you: ❤️💕💞💓💗🩷💖💝

You're so sweet🩷 Thank you for wishing me well! I also love how you wrote this hahaha

Submissive König is such a baby girl. I always think of this artist work! @ marndraws on twitter😮‍💨 They draw amazing sub/soft König.

A Little Treat (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

Sub Head Canon

>cw: fem/afab, bondage, toys, oral, sub/dom

1.4k word count

🪀

While sitting at his desk in the office, his phone goes off. The ringtone he has set only for you. He pushes himself back from the desk to check the message.

“Send $1,000🩷,”

König can’t help but to smile and he sends you 2k and text back, “I sent extra just in case. Love you.”

Standing in the middle of a high-end sex shop, you look down at your phone and smile. König is always so sweet. You walk forward to a classic maid outfit on the rack inspecting it. A kind woman wearing a black suit comes over with a kind smile.

“May I help you in any way?”

“Yes, actually. Do you carry this in XXXL?”

Once you get home, König hears the car pull up. He quickly abandons his work to rush downstairs and assist you. His eyes land on you ask you wait for him inside the car. In a hurry, he opens the driver’s door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.

“The bags are in the back seat.” You say as he kisses your hand.

“I’ll grab them.” König lets go of your hand and grabs four bags out of the back. His eyes widen as he sees where the bags are from. Excitement rushes through his body. “Liebling, what do you have planned for tonight?”

A small smirk crosses your lips. “You’ll see.”

You walk ahead of König as you both enter the house. Going straight upstairs to the bedroom, you sit on the bed as he places the bags on top of your shared dresser. His eyes gloss over you as he walks to you.

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You turn your head up for him as he leans down and kisses your lips tenderly.

“Danke…” His voice was low as he pulls away from the kiss; looking at you with such adoring eyes.

“Are you ready to see what I got?”

“Ja, absolutely.”

“Sit.” You stand and walk over to the bags and bring them to him.

König sits wide eyed as you pull out a riding crop. He can feel his dick tingle slightly, thinking of your ass jiggling once he hits it. Then a pair of handcuffs; his eyebrows raise in surprise. He continues to watch as you pull out many types of toys and his cock gets hard. Then you hold up a maid’s outfit…clearly not in your size. He tilts his head.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately; I want to treat you.”

“Das ist für mich?”

“All for you.” You say, holding the outfit out to him. “Try it on.”

He stands slowly and grabs the outfit. You sit on the bed opening the packaging to some toys as he gets dressed. König stands there looking at himself in the mirror. His muscles bulging in the tight outfit.

Stepping out of the bedroom, König sees you fully undressed. His jaw drops as he looks up and down your body.

“You look so hot König.”

He blushes and looks down at his own body before bashfully looking back up at you. “Ja?”

“Yes… come here.”

He walks to stand in front of you, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you. You reach up to caress his body, feeling his muscles underneath the fabric of the outfit. A hand dropping down to go under the skirt of the outfit, grabbing his hard cock.

“My handsome boy…” The words leave in a whisper as you walk around him, grabbing the cuff and placing them on his wrist.

You turn and walk to the bed, beckon him to follow you. The giant war criminal listens to you, no questions asked. “Bend over.”

He bends over the bed. His muscular ass showing from underneath the skirt of the maid’s outfit. You rub your hand over his ass before spanking lightly. Reaching for the riding crop, you step back and lightly tap his ass. No reaction. You reach back further and hit him with it again. He jumps slightly before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?”

“Ja.”

“Yes what?” You hit him again. A small red mark appearing on his pale skin.

“Ja Meisterin.”

“That’s my good boy.” You spank him a few more times. Reaching down, you grasp his balls and tug on them slightly before spanking him again. His body jumping slightly, making you giggle as you spank him once more.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Meisterin.” The tone of his voice so tender.

“Good boy. Now lay on your back for me.” He maneuvers himself further onto the bed, rolling on to his back as he waited for your next move.

You go through one of the bags and find tape, nipple clamps, and a small pink vibrator. In one hand you hold the items and walk to the bed. With one finger you begin to flick his nipples, getting them hard. Once his pink nipples were erect, you place the clamps on them.

König winced slightly, but then bit his lower lip. “My little pain slut.” You giggle as you tug on the chain connected to the clamps. Standing off the bed, you walk around it, lightly hitting his abdomen with the riding prop.

König’s eyes are following your every move, watching as you walk in front of him and lift the skirt again, exposing his erection. Your hand wraps around it and begins to stroke his cock every so slightly. Spitting on it to lubricate it. König lets out shuttered breaths as you so this, the tip of his cock leaking even more precum.

Letting go, you get the small vibrator out, turning it on the first setting, then rubbing it on the underside of his cock’s head. His eyes go wide as he feels the vibration. He’s never tried touching himself with a toy before.

“You have to tell me which setting you like best.” You say as you switch through all five settings. On the third quick burst of vibrations, you see König begin to twitch.

“Tha- that one.” He manages to get out. “Bitte meine Meisterin.”

“Perfect.” The tape was easy to pull as you begin to wrap it around his boner, securing the vibrator to him. His legs twitch as he closes his eyes. A firm hand reaching down, grasping his jaw. “Open your eyes.”

He listens, his eyes instantly falling to your breasts. His mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation he is feeling right now. Without breaking your eye contact, you climb up on to the bed and staddle his abdomen. You begin to grind your wet cunt along his solid belly, covering him in your arousal. A moan escaping your lips as König watches you do this with an intense gaze.

“Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Please Meisterin, please let me taste your pussy.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” Your legs move up until your lingering over his face, but facing to you can see his body. “Rub your nose in it.”

König uses his strong core to lean up and bury his aquiline nose deep into your pussy; taking in a deep breath as he does. Your smell is like candy to him, he can’t get enough. Slowly his tongue comes out and begins to lick between your pink folds. Thick globs of your creamy arousal being scooped up by his tongue.

In response you begin to rock your hips, matching his rhythm. Fingers going through his hair and pulling tightly. “Just like that.”

You lean forward and begin to stroke the shaft of him cock, his hips beginning to buck up into your hand rapidly. “Someone wants to cum…” You tease, feeling his head nod underneath you as he moans into your cunt.

“Will you cum for me?”

His hips begin to thrust quicker into your hand as his moans become louder. His tongue movements less precise and more erratic, like he is only focused on getting a taste and not actual pleasure for you.

“Good boy, cum for master.”

You lead forward so your ass if hoovering over his face instead of sitting on it. His balls tighten as his cock throbs. He tries his hardest to put his face back into your pussy while he cums, but you don’t give him that satisfaction. Toes curling as you leave him with only the view of your tight ass hole and creamy cunt.

His cock shoots out cum, the thick creamy cum falling on to your hand and his abdomen.

“Oh fuck!” König moans loudly. The vibration on the tip of his now extremely sensitive head was driving him wild. “Please, it’s too much now.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you sit back down on his face. “Cum again for me."

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dirtysvthoughts · 3 months

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f*ck your status 🌙

tags/warnings: friends with benefits! mingyu, female! reader, slight pwp, slight angst (?) (not sure about that, really just moody), caressing, kissing/making out, groping, hair tugging, sitting in gyu’s lap, sexy music video kinda vibes, reader gets partially nude - let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 0.6k

author’s note: i’ve been listening to chloe’s new song a lot lately, and then this was birthed 😋 for some reason, whenever i listen to this song i imagine mingyu playing the attractive male lead in a music video, so why not write my thoughts out! i’m linking the audio below if you wanna listen!

it’s a chill friday night, rain pouring outside your bedroom window. you lay in your situationshp’s lap as you straddle his legs and your head bury your head in the crook of his neck. you kiss his skin ever so softly as he wraps his arms around your waist, embracing in your warmth. he lowly groans, but it’s audible for you to hear. you smirk and your hips take a mind of their own as you start grind on him, the lower half of your body moving in delicate circles.

you and mingyu have been friends for three years, but took your friendship to a new level for the past six months. you both couldn’t deny your physical attraction to each other and one night of intense, intimate pleasure at a party led to where you are currently. you’re still friends yes, but do you fuck on a regular (every other week)? of course. he was the fix you consistently craved, the man who had you missing him even when he was right in front of you.

“shit,” mingyu breathes out, “you feel so good, shit!” he gasps this time as your fingers work his way to the ends of his hair and lightly tug on it, tilting his head back. “mmm, keep moving on me like that, fuck..”

“i can feel you getting hard, gyu,” you whisper. “can’t wait to feel that big dick inside of me, touching me in all the right places, squeezing you tight.. can’t wait to come all over you.”

mingyu nearly growls as he tugs at the hem of your crop top and pulls it over your head as your breasts come into his view. god, he doesn’t know if he should cry at the sight of your beautiful boobs or if he should start licking and nipping on your mounds.

even though you both had established that being friends would be best, lately you couldn’t help wanting more. you wanted him to take you out on dates, to send you sweet, romantic messages in the morning, to have him be there with you on the lonely nights, and to be more that just your fuck buddy. you wanted to be the one he loves, the one he trusts, the one he needs.

but you couldn’t tell him that.. at least not in this moment, even though it was tugging at you. bothering you if you were being honest.

you push your thoughts to the side as you press his lips against yours, deepening the kiss to where your tongues start to fight for dominance. mingyu loses all self-control this time and his hands grab your ass, palms firmly holding your backside. your hands continue to roam his hair, caressing his face in need and adoration. he separates from your mouth and he kisses your neck, tongue making stripes down your throat.

whatever noises you were trying to hold back were clearly audible now, stretching past the confines of your bedroom walls. you just prayed and hoped that it wasn’t loud enough for your neighbors to issue a noise complaint.

“mmm,” he grunts, his fingers swiping across the core of your panties. “so wet, and it’s all for me.. f-fuck, promise me you won’t give this pussy up to anyone else.”

you feel your body freeze for a moment. no one else? did he want you the same way you wanted him? no, no - you were being silly, you’re both caught up in the heat of the moment. unless he starts dropping hints or he directly tells you, this feeling of wanting more, of being more will just have to be one-sided.

“i won’t, mingyu. i promise. now fuck me.”

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arabellavernierwrites · 1 year

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take this to the bath. s.r.

summary : after a long day at work , spencer asks you to take a bath with him.

word count : 711

warnings : mentions of nudity , slight allusion to sexual acts

a/n : hello everyone ! i want to start this by saying thank you so much for being so incredible to me with the things i post. it genuinely means so much to me , and it makes me smile seeing everyone engage with my stories in such sweet ways. i wanted to make something a little more intimate for you all , so this is what came of that. i’m thinking of possibly delving into smut , and have even been tossing around the idea of making a version of this story that involves smut ? if that interests you , please let me know ! i would also love to hear some requests from you guys , my ask box and messaging is open if any of you would like to send anything in ! thank you all so much again. each and every one of you is so greatly appreciated and i really adore how kind you all are. have an amazing and wonderful day ! love you all !

spencer’s finger gently traced the skin of your thigh.

you both had had a somewhat exhausting day, and found yourselves seeking refuge on the couch. bodies entangled, hands glued to each other, one mouth searching for the other every once in a while. the living room was dark, the whole house was. the sun had set hours ago, but neither of you wanted to escape the comfort of your lover to turn a light on. so you stayed sewn together.

“would you like to take this to the bath?” spencer asked quietly, his voice innocent and thoughtful.

you smiled, turning to place a soft kiss on his lips, “i’d love to”.

his hand came up, lovingly placed against your cheek. the pad of his thumb rolled across your skin, back and forth again. his eyes were sweet, swirling around as if he were searching yours. a small, slightly timid smile came across his face, brought on by its own volition.

spencer carefully slid from your grasp, placing two sturdy feet on the ground. he reached out, grasping your wrists, pulling you up from the depths of the couch cushions.

in the bathroom, spencer kneeled down at the side of the tub, letting the hot water run. his fingers splashed beneath the stream, waiting for the temperature to be right. you stood back, unable to help yourself from watching in adoration. the way his brows came together in focus, his toes tucked beneath his feet to hold him up, his hand wrapped around the edge of the tub, it made your heart swell in an indescribable way.

your reflection slowly disappeared as a cloud of steam overtook the mirror. the small, tiled room was foggy, the air thick and sticky.

“it’s perfect,” spencer stated, standing and turning around, “what?”

“what?” you grinned.

“what are you smiling about?” he inquired, his hands gathering the fabric of your shirt at your sides.

“you’re cute,” you chuckled, placing a hand over his.

“may i?” he asked, pulling at your shirt.

you nodded.

spencer gently lifted the fabric over your head, placing it on the counter behind you. he stopped, reaching down to place a well-meaning kiss on your lips.

“may i?” you asked in return, unbuttoning the top of his work shirt.

“of course,” he stopped himself from stuttering, his face threatening to turn red.

you and spencer fully undressed each other, nothing more than the blanket of steam from the bath wrapped around your bodies.

undressing in front of spencer differed from what you had experienced in the past. no part of you ever felt vulnerable when you weren’t clothed in front of him. you knew you were safe from judgment, any sense of harshness or unkindness was absent from his mind. his gaze never felt disapproving or animalistic. around spencer, you always felt safe and equal.

he lowered himself into the bath, his bare back pressed against the cold tiles. a caring hand reached up for yours, assisting you as you carefully stepped into the tub. spencer spread his legs as you slowly sat yourself down between them. he adjusted slightly as you moved in his lap.

you allowed yourself to lean back, your shoulder blades flush against spencer’s chest. his body radiated heat. his long arms coming to rest against yours, thoughtfully rubbing circles on your elbows. you turned your head to the side, laying it against spencer’s collarbone. he nodded down, kissing the top of your head, his lips lingering.

“are you comfortable?” he asked, moving to meet your eyes.

“very,” you smiled quietly.

you and spencer met in the bathroom often. it wasn’t rare for the two of you to finish the day with a bath or shower together. sometimes it resulted in something more, but for the most part, you found comfort in such a simple activity. spencer’s sweet hands always had a place to call home on you. his touch was special, always gentle, and residing in the right places. and when you two were together like this, he always knew how to touch you.

“i love you, spencer,” you stated, lips pressing to his shoulder.

his fingers ran along the tops of your thighs as the warm water gently sloshed against your stomach.

“i love you, too”.

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