#he’s so bf coded

[folkloresthings]

last oscar blurb was so cute… scrunch + oscar plsss :D

[ scrunch ] for a kiss on the nose with oscar piastri.

“oscar! sit still,” you exclaim, tone nothing but gleeful. you hold his head in your hands, his hands holding your waist, finally stopping his squirming to let you smooth the rest of the face mask onto his soft skin.

a pamper night, you had suggested. he’d thought a movie, some food, maybe a massage — not you appearing with a basket full of skin care products. “it’ll be fun!” you’d promised when he raised his brows at you, and how could he deny that face of yours?

“it’s cold,” oscar murmured, inhaling the sweet smell of the product you were putting on him. rose, he remembers you saying — it smells like you, and that’s the main reason he likes it so much.

you shift a little in his lap, the most comfortable seat in the room, to be careful with where you’re spreading the mask. humming, you tuck a strand of his hair back under the hair—band. “don’t be a baby.”

he squeezes your waist in return, making you jump a little. oscar smirks, loving the reactions he can so easily pull from you. his gaze softens lovingly up at you, watching your lip pull between your teeth in concentration, finishing the last streak of the pink cream on his nose.

“there! smile,” you grin, reaching for your phone. you swipe to the camera, leaning back so you can get oscar’s pout in the shot. smiling down at the picture, quickly setting it as your new lockscreen, you look back to the real boy in front of you.

“so cute,” you muse, hands resting on his chest. oscar rolls his eyes, but sits up to pull you closer anyway.

“not as cute as you,” he smirks, swiftly kissing the tip of your nose. your face scrunches as you feel the rose face mask smear against your skin, unable to escape the attack when his arms tighten around you.

“what?” oscar blinks innocently. “now we’re matching.”

#🌙 ﹐ drabbles. #oscar darling #he’s so bf coded #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 instagram au #formula 1 drabble #oscar piastri drabble #oscar piastri #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader

[jacknives]

HAMISH LINKLATER in LOLA VERSUS (2012), dir. daryl wein

#lola versus #hamish linklater #2012 #henry (lola versus) #screencaps #my posts #he’s so bf coded

[sepherinaspoppies]

my lil pookie 🥹

i just won’t mention that i almost majored in art history lol

#michael gavey #saltburn #ewan mitchell #he’s so bf coded #my lovely wife

[all-good-all-ways]

#he’s so bf coded #i love him so much #bestie pato #pato o'ward

[hoonvrs]

the way i can hear it too

don’t 😵‍💫 my delusions

#inbox — new msg! #he’s so bf coded #lemme go finish that jake req #bia ! #iix — moots!

[jeonsupershy]

jeon wonwoo babo-nim��

#wonwoo #seventeen #fywonwoo #hourlywonwoo #17net #maddieblr #nanablr #jeon wonwoo #svt wonwoo #gam3bo1 #weverse live #nonu #k.stuff #he's so bf coded i feel dizzy #his hair!!!!

[minzbins]

#stray kids #skz #changbin #seo changbin #bystay #staydaily #staytay #usersun #userbeepls #usersa #userlau #meltracks #jennalook #majatual #userbinsuns #!melstuff #skz code #skz code ep.36 #rewatched this today and god he looks so bf coded...

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

what a pretty flower.

the single morning glory stands out, fresh spring sunlight accentuating its indigo hue, glimmering like a shooting star just behind the chain-link fence. in the peripheral of your vision, it almost seems to glow; solitary and ephemeral, as if coaxing you into stepping closer.

and you can’t resist its call.

suguru blinks, a little dazed, when he feels your hand slip from his. the warmth of your intertwined fingers follows closely behind, and the loss of contact leaves him feeling slightly vexed, replaced by the gentle chill of the air.

he doesn’t get an explanation, either. attention entirely fixed on that mesmerizing indigo blur, you don’t say a thing — and with an eager kind of giddiness, you skip over to the fence, ready to fish it out.

suguru just sighs, mildly amused.

it’s nothing out of the ordinary, really. if you see something that captures your attention, suguru has come to learn that you’ll drop just about anything to go get a closer look. does it exasperate him, ever so slightly? sure. the involuntary twitch of his fingers reveals as much, almost as if coaxing him into waltzing over and grabbing your hand again.

but suguru is a patient man. especially when it comes to you. and, above all else — any habit of yours is endearing to him, even ones that include you leaving his side for a moment or two.

so he simply watches over you from afar, knowing you’ll return on your own; with your jacket tucked between his arm and his torso, a can of cold, too-sweet coffee in hand. suguru hasn’t put his lips on the aluminium in about five minutes, saving whatever’s left for the inevitable moment you start whining for just one tiny sip, please?

(he’ll roll his eyes, and tell you not to drink yours so quickly next time, but still hand it to you with a smile he’ll make sure you don’t see.)

suguru’s gaze is unspeakably fond, as he idly admires how the sunshine wraps you in its embrace. you almost seem to sparkle, in his vision, like a butterfly dancing in the wind — fluttering just barely out of reach, too fragile to touch. too beautiful to sully with human hands. maybe it's a tad dramatic, but suguru couldn't care less.

the air is warm, full of life. cicadas chirp from afar. within his veins, his blood buzzes with joy and cheap caffeine, and everything smells like spring. like something new, something delightful. something that makes him think of you.

suguru watches as you crouch down, watches how your nimble fingers struggle to fit through the narrow gaps of the chain-link fence. he can’t see the little frown that tugs at your lips, and he can’t hear your little muttered grumbles — but he can somehow feel your frustration, all the same. something about the way you ducked your head just now, the way your fingers tap against your bended knee.

but then, finally, your valiant efforts bear fruit. with a number of failed attempts that you’d rather not mention, you manage to pluck the small flower, bringing it to your side of the fence without too much of a fuss. suguru doesn’t have to see your face to know that your eyes must be bright, lips curled up into a victorious smile. one that always makes him feel a little weak in the knees.

dusting pollen and tiny pieces of grass off your knees, you stand up straight, wasting no time in turning on your heel and making your way back to his side — with the precious morning glory in tow. 

suguru waits, patiently, for you to return to him. 

when you do, he doesn’t even get a chance to speak; you part your lips before he can give you the usual raise of his eyebrow, soft tilt of his head, teasing inquiry of did you see something nice, sweetheart? all he can do is lean a little closer, making sure he hears every word your lovely voice graces him with. seeking the feeling of your breath against his skin, the warmth of your body when it’s tucked into his side.

(but he can’t get too greedy. so suguru keeps his distance, eyes rich with affection, looking at you like you’re the first flower blooming out of spring.)

and you speak, nearly bouncing on the balls of your feet, eyes shining with something giddy and honeyed — all too eager to see your idea through, the idea that crossed your mind the moment you laid eyes on the little flower.

”suguru,” you smile, sweet and excited. ”lean down.”

a blink, and a questioning look sent your way. your boyfriend shoots you a lazy smile, paired with a raise of his eyebrow that you’ve come to associate with him and his love.

despite the vague confusion painted on his features, suguru obeys your command without hesitation. always so willing to indulge you. he bends forward, compliantly, until he’s at eye level with you — face just a little too close for comfort, dark hazel eyes staring into yours in a way he knows flusters you terribly.

the butterflies in your stomach erupt at the intimate proximity, wings tickling your ribcage like soft petals sputtering after being rooted up from the ground — but you don’t allow yourself to falter.

(it’s a little tough, though. he looks so pretty, with the spring breeze caressing his cheek, soft streaks of sunlight falling over the contours of his handsome face. so, so pretty.

but there’s something that would make him look even prettier.)

so, with a gentleness that never fails to have suguru’s heartbeat hitching in his throat, your palm goes to smooth along his jaw. his eyes never leave your face, gazing intently at the way you press your lips together in concentration, barely resisting the urge to lean forward and kiss you. patient, as he waits for you to be finished.

it’s a tender motion: the pads of your fingers against his sunkissed skin, tucking the little flower behind his ear, its stem resting between his soft, silky locks. the indigo colour blends together well with his black hair, like a shooting star blooming in the night sky.

you lean back to admire your work.

”hmmm...”

suguru bites back a chuckle, at the intense contemplation etched onto your features. seemingly very deep in thought, you furrow your brows and absentmindedly stroke your chin — studying him with a serious expression, a tilt of your head and narrowed eyes, as if you’re an art dealer examining a painting on display. 

(you’re so silly, he thinks. the thought is positively overflowing with fondness.)

finally, you seem to reach some kind of conclusion; and your eyes soften, crumbling a little at the corners, painted over with something suguru can’t quite place. whatever it is, he suddenly finds it a little harder to breathe — all that love crammed into the confines of his chest, clogging up his throat. your eyes crinkle when you smile, oh so sweetly, burrowing your way deeper into his heart.

(you’re already in so deep he doubts he could ever dig you out.)

”yeah,” you exhale, a little breathless. still admiring how pretty he looks, with the morning glory in his hair. like a princess, your princess. 

your pretty, pretty boy.

a smile rests on your lips, laced with adoration. suguru feels his heartbeat pick up with a jolt, and he somehow doubts it’s just the caffeine; the sensation only deepens when your smile shifts in the light, melting into a soft grin.

”purple suits you best.”

suguru blinks. giving him no time to respond, you turn on your heel and continue walking, expecting him to follow. thoroughly satisfied after seeing your sudden objective through to the end — he looks just as pretty as you knew he would.

but suguru has to take a moment to simply watch, as you skip on ahead. always excited and off in your own world. the sun personified, he often thinks, peeking out after a rainshower, shining as you please. bringing light and warmth wherever you go.

maybe he would feel embarrassed, if he was another person. someone more insecure in their masculinity, less in love with you.

fortunately, that is not the case. suguru lifts a hand to stroke the flower, delicately, careful so it doesn’t loosen and flutter away with the wind. his heart feels warm. cheap caffeine and sweet thoughts rushing through his veins.

”— suguru?”

his gaze flits up to meet yours, where you stand a little further ahead, confused eyes looking into his own. a little tilt of your head is all it takes for him to move; catching up to you in long strides, a smile on his face.

”sorry. got lost in thought.”

you take his hand in yours, fingers intertwining with his own, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. as if your hands belong together. his smile widens.

”don’t like it?” you ask, nodding vaguely in the direction of the morning glory. suguru squeezes your hand reassuringly.

”not at all. thank you, baby,” he soothes, a teasing tilt to his smile. eyes hopelessly softened. ”does it look good on me?”

a little chuckle flows from your lips. breathing out a silent response — don’t ask me questions you already know the answers to. but you opt to indulge him, all the same, turning towards him with an affectionate gaze. ”of course,” you coo. ”you’re the prettiest.”

suguru can’t bite back the soft grin that blooms on his lips, and he wonders if you notice the red hue crawling up his neck — faint, but awfully telling. to distract you from it, recognizing a glint of familiar mischief in your eyes, he reaches a hand out to pull your cheek. gently, not enough to hurt you.

the little wince that escapes you tugs at his heartstrings, though, even though he knows you’re just being dramatic to make him feel bad. he can only hope the teasing smile he sends your way will be enough to fluster you, his eyes smoothed over with a deep sincerity.

”you’re one to talk.”

it takes a second or two for his words to sink in. and he can pinpoint the exact instant that they do, from the way you avert your gaze, swiftly, face heating up adorably. suguru stifles a coo.

a little huff leaves your lips, vaguely embarrassed — muttering something unintelligible under your breath. you let go of his hand and take a couple long steps forward, to avoid his teasing gaze. 

suguru follows behind, dutifully, with a fond chuckle. it scatters away in the spring breeze, dancing up into the blue of the sky, caressing the morning glory in his hair.

he takes your hand in his, once more. 

you don’t let go.

#challenging myself by writing drabbles that dont turn into 10k fics #youve heard of the babygirlification of satoru gojo well get ready for the babygirlification of suguru geto #soft sugu my beloved !! <333 hes so dreamy. so bf coded. my pretty princess . #he is so….. acts of service. words of affirmation . do u see my vision #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #geto fluff

[lwdsial]

Seeing people sharing their partners being redacted-coded is so cute I wanna sob

#I’ve spent 10 mins trying to code my bf #so far he’s just Aaron 😭 #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted asher #redacted milo

[kylianwifey]

SHUT UP SOOOO CUTEEEE😩😩😭😭😭😻😻😻😿😿

#jude bellingham #is just me or he's so bf coded😩😩😩 #sobabygurlll #mama belingham #awwww my babygurll #jobe bellingham #ı need be the part of his insta dump fr😩😭🥲 #hate him cause he didn't give us his bereal #look at them 😻 #ı love this family sm🥹😭 #AAAAAA FAM😻😻😻😭😩😩😩😩

[eddiesxangel]

Eddie is so the type say “I love you” directly to your tits!!!! You’re saying good bye to him before he goes in for work

“Have a good day baby, I love you” you give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You pull away when he doesn’t say it back.

When you do he then cups your boobs in each hand to lift them up.

“I love you” he isn’t even looking at you. He is looking down at your chest.

You just roll your eyes with a smirk and push him out the door.

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #yes my bf did this he is so eddie coded #tj talks

[p4nishers]

"erm- actually 🤓☝️ he's innocent and did nothing wrong ever 🤭 guyyyysssss stop talking bad about my boyfriend he was just in a bad mood 😞"

#ofmd s2 #he has such an 'erm actually 🤓☝️' face on im levitating #go girl defend ur serial killer bf bc he's soft with u we all understand #he's so school girl coded its insane #ofmd season 2 #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #our flag means death s2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #gentlebeard

[gyuzgrl]

the sounds you make IIbskII

summary- Seungkwan's been working too hard these days. Your innocent plan to ease his aches and pains takes a heated turn when you find yourself growing aroused by the sounds he makes under you.

You didn't mean for things to unfold like this. Truly.

It had been an hour since Seungkwan got off work. An hour since you noticed how tired he looked. An hour since you sweetly proposed giving him a massage.

He rejected the offer initially, not wanting to tire you out over nothing, but after your endless pestering, he caved.

You should've known then, that feeling up a beautiful man late at night, with soft r&b playing in the background, was bound to get you feeling some kind of way.

Ever the good Samaritan, you did your best to make him feel good. You lit candles, put on soft music, brought out your favourite massage oils- really pulled out all the stops. He was precious to you. Of course you'd do this for your sweet boyfriend.

"bedroom-turned-private spa," you grinned, kneeling on the bed, "not bad huh?"

"not bad at all, sweetheart" His eyes widened as he looked around the room, taken aback just a little by how much effort you'd put in. "where d'ya want me?"

"bed, silly"

Seungkwan complied, wordlessly. He whisked his shirt off and laid on his tummy, sighing when his body sank into the plush mattress.

Straddling his lower back, you rubbed soothing circles into his shoulders, feeling how tense he was. A little massage oil was all you needed to warm up his skin as your hands glided across his broad back with ease.

A knot between his shoulder blades seemed particularly hard, and you pressed down with your thumbs to work it out. Seungkwan groaned against the sheets, voice muffled but still audible to you.

You pushed further, earning a louder response, and you swallowed thickly at the lump settling in your throat.

'this is about Seungkwan, not you. snap out of it.'

"I'm not hurting you, am I kwannie?"

"no baby, you're- you're so doing well, thank you" his voice comes out strained. It reminds of you of how how he sounds when he eases himself into y-

'down girl- you're insatiable, god'

That's pretty much how the next hour goes; with you trying to keep your thoughts at bay as the man under you groans in pleasure, unaware of the effect he has on your poor cunt.

Except he is. Seungkwan is, very much aware of your position. Your sharp inhales, your desperate pants, shallow breaths- he heard it all. And he intended to take full advantage.

"sweetheart," he sighs, "can you do the front too? my chest's still sore from that stupid workout regime Woozi Hyung's put me on"

He gives you the sweetest, most pitiful pout, and your heart twists a little against your ribs. How could you say no to your sweet boy? How could you, when he looked at you so prettily?

You hum, lifting yourself up so he can turn under you, and the sight you're met with has regret coursing through you.

Firm, hardened muscles were one thing, but that face- he was easily one of the prettiest men out there. Especially now, having grown into his features a little more.

You find yourself staring at his face for a little too long, and quickly lower your gaze to his chest. Lathering your hands with some more oil, you coat his skin with the scented fluid, gulping thickly with every sound he makes.

"fuck-" he hisses, biting into his lower lip, "you do this so well, baby"

Involuntarily, your hips roll forward against his own, and your eyes widen, unable to control the way your body reacts to him. His sly smile escapes you in your panic, and you cough to cover up the mishap.

You trail your hands lower, to his stomach- surprisingly toned. When you first saw his torso bare, you couldn't control the gasp that escaped you. Whatever happened to the fluffy, wholesome man you once knew?

"I hurt myself here today, y'know?" he rasps, tilting his head toward a little bruise on his lower abs. You pout, scooting lower to place a soft kiss to the spot.

He shivers.

"hurt myself here too," Seungkwan threads his long fingers through your hair, guiding your face up to his, "right here" He tugs you down to meet his lips, and kisses you slow.

Your lips mold against each other, pushing hungrily against one another's skin, until you pull away- panting.

"what are y-" he interrupts with another kiss, harder than the last. His tongue bullies its way into your mouth, hot breaths enmeshing as he forces your jaw open. "you thought I wouldn't notice?" he pants against your mouth, "how you squirmed with each sound I made?"

His hands ghost over your waist, trailing their way up to your jaw. They cradled your face so perfectly, made you feel so small for fitting in his palms with such ease.

"as much as I loved the massage, I think it's time you let me take care of you, hm? would you like that sweetheart? I bet that poor pussy of yours is aching right now"

You nod desperately, feeling your panties dampen with anticipation.

"words"

"please-"

"you're a smart girl, aren't you? you have such a way with words- such eloquence- look at you now" he pouts in faux sympathy, "poor baby, needs me so bad she can barely speak"

You'd slap him if he said this outside the confines of your bedroom, of course, but now, it sends heat rushing to your pussy and all you can do is nod dumbly.

"s'okay sweetheart, I got you- I'll give you what you need, okay angel?"

He tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare above him, and sits up against the headboard. "wanna ride my thigh, baby? hm? wanna cum on my thigh and make a mess on my sweatpants?"

You whimper out a small "yes please" and Seungkwan lifts you onto his thigh, hands gripping your waist.

"y'know what to do angel, follow my hands- fuck, just like that" He rolls your body forward, forcing you down onto his thigh, and finally you feel a sense of relief.

A moan slips past your lips when your clit meets the textured surface of his sweatpants, the sudden stimulation sending jolts of electricity up your back.

"f-fuck-"

He tenses his thigh, dragging your body back and forth, as his name falls from your lips like it's all you know. Like he's all you know.

Your moans get louder and he knows you're close. Altruistic as ever, he bounces his leg- for your pleasure, of course- and pushes you down harder against his solid muscle.

"I'm- oh my god- cumming, I'm cu-" you moan, cutting yourself off when your vision turns white. Seungkwan eases you through your orgasm, making sure you ride your high, and places a peck on the seam of your mouth.

"that's it, that's my girl," he praises, one hand leaving your hip to stroke your hair, "so good for me, aren't you?"

"mhm- all for you kwannie"

"think you can gimme one more?"

"yes," you breathe, smoothing your hands over his chest.

In one swift motion, Seungkwan flips you over, now hovering above you. He kisses you again, tracing his way down to your sex, placing wet pecks to your lips, your jaw, your breasts, and your tummy, before he reaches where you need him most.

His eyes flutter closed as he takes in the scent of you, savoring the way you smell with no shame. It makes you shy.

"kwanniee," you whine, closing your legs, "that's embarrassing"

"is it, sweetheart? don't get shy on me now, c'mon" His hands grip your inner thighs and push them open, reveling at the sight of your pretty pussy- soaked and glistening for him.

He lowers his mouth to you, tongue fiddling with your clit before lapping up the remnants of your arousal, and your body jolts up at the contact.

"nuh uh- you're gonna hold still for me," he warns, splaying one hand across your belly to push you back down. "fuck you taste like heaven"

"shut up" you whine. Seungkwan cocks a brow at you.

"can't eat you out with my mouth closed, sweetheart" He plunges his tongue into your cunt and you cry out, hands threading through his hair to hold him steady. "see baby? you like my mouth open- like when i fuck you with it"

The wet muscle pushes into you over and over, and you feel your orgasm build. Seungkwan's hand dips from your belly, to your clit, and he presses down on the hardened nub, rolling it under the pad of his thumb.

"oh my fucki- oh my god, please- please don't stop"

You writhe under him- limbs shaking, hips jerking forward- and in a flash, you feel your stomach uncoil, relief flooding your system like a warm breeze.

"good fucking girl," Seungkwan mumbles into your thigh, "cumming all over my face making those pretty sounds,"

Your chest heaves, breathing evidently unsteady. Seungkwan crawls back up to you, placing his lips on yours so you can taste how sweet you are. You moan into the kiss, grabbing his face, pulling him closer.

This was going to be a long night.

#seventeen smut #smut #svt smut #seungkwan #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan #thigh riding #boo seungkwan thigh supremacy #he's so yummy i want to cry #lowkey feel like he's the most bf coded out of all the members #dom!kwan agenda

[sporadictimetravelgarden]

im obsessed with the thought of jet and zuko (who are definitely dating but haven't said so yet) meeting the gaang in ba sing se and zuko is talking to sokka about his boomerang or something and getting along with him bc you know they're made to be besties and jet gets jealous and tells zuko to stop flirting with sokka but zuko just tells him that flirting with the water tribe is more jet's thing which shuts him up very fast

#is jet suave and flirtatious and etc. yes. he is also sixteen tho so i hc him as a jealous mf #he's so “dont talk to my bf >:(” coded idk #jetko #atla #jet is a sokka hater #sokka is a jet hater #zuko is just a hater

[ilycosy]

im kinda in love w this pic of him

#cosy yaps #he looks so !!!! bf coded here omg #like this is the type of pic u take when ur both being silly #hes side eyeing so hard what a sassy man

[gabriel19900]

you can’t keep them apart ☺️

#pierre’s a lucky man #he’s got kika + a yuki #my babiiiiiiies #YUKIERRE IN 2024 #yuki tsunoda #pierre gasly #f1 #they even share their racing numbers #come onnnnn #they’re so bf coded #yukierre