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arminsumi · 8 months

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fogging up nerd armin's glasses.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

NOTES: damn i rlly be making my entrance to hell with this 🫡 kidding. ENJOY MY FELLOW NASTY BXTCHES 😈 the poll ain't even finished but i whipped this up in preparation for the armin prompt winning so i can satisfy our nerdmin craving lol

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — nerd armin being pathetic for u until he snaps 'n puts u in ur place and does a full 180 :)

WARNINGS — smut, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader / "pathetic" min -> mean min

SMUT WARNINGS — nasty kinky smut, implied experienced reader, namecalling (bxtch — both ways, he uses your own spells against you like some mf sev. snape, slvt,), stereotype kink (?) if that's what it's called, calling him/you pathetic, (mean) (nasty) dirty talk, oraljob (m. receiving), cvm swallowing, unprotected sex (implied taking the pill tho), creampie, dom/sub dynamics (switching), mean reader -> mean armin later, slight overstim, slight size kink, mentions him watching/learning from pxrn + mxsturbating with a pillow, please lmk if i have missed a warning!!

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

gold-framed, oversized, round glasses slip down his nose. there's a slight fog gradient creeping from the bottom of the lenses, owed to the searing heat coming from his dampened cheeks.

he's never felt this good in his life and you know it, that's partly why you offered to give him head in the first place. the other reason was to pay him back for helping you study for the past couple of months. he's showed up at your dorm room every weekend, textbooks clutched tight to his chest, back of his hand pushing those round glasses up his nose by the rim. there's faded freckles speckling his face and an ever-present boyishly red blush adorning his cheeks and ears.

that blush becomes more prominent when you have him like this. head tilted back, fistfuls of your bedsheets clutched tight in his delicate hands, head spinning. he's got the most picturesque blissed-out face, a real erotic expression straight out of a hentai. you don't need to even ask if he's ever gotten sucked off before, because the answer is clearly no. no way he has. he is the most straight-laced, uptight student — valedictorian, of course, and when he's not the best in school he's upset with himself. self-esteem so low, but your mouth is doing wonders to bring it back up. because he's receiving a sloppy blowjob from the most popular girl in school.

"oh my g—o–oood that's s-so fuck-fucking good!" he chokes.

the poor boy started out so quiet, able to swallow every moan and erotic noise. but when you really got into it? he lost it. he's been whimpering on your bed with you between his spread legs for an hour now.

"please don't fucking stop — fuck! — please 'm begging you, don't stoppp! yesyesyes fuck, ahhhah — oh my god i'm gonna go crazy if you lick it like that."

you give your jaw a break and pop off his cock, earning a startled whimper from him. he is so fucking pretty laying there, wettened blond bangs stuck to his forehead, blue eyes half-shut, textbook being nudged off by his elbow. and just an hour ago that textbook was being held in his hand while he taught you in that know-it-all voice of his.

now all his voice sounded like was pathetic, and you made sure to tell him that. "you sound so fucking pathetic." you smile up at him. his dick jumps and throbs, precum beads out and you swipe your tongue over his slit to collect it.

" 'm pathetic for you, 'm all for you — ouhhh fuck!" he goes into another lust daze, it looks like he's slipping from reality when your plush lips engulf his cock. and you haven't even shown off your deepthroating skills yet. how is he gonna survive that?

the answer is; he doesn't. he squirts out three hot, thick jets of cum the split second he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. the slight contractions of you swallowing made him let out the most broken, nasty whimper you've ever heard a man make.

you pull off and gulp all his cum down. "jeez, 'min, you moan like a bitch." you giggle meanly. he's absolutely getting off to your dirty talk. he wishes it was right in his ear.

but there's some hidden part of him that wants to throw you into a fatiguing position and bliss you out with some mean strokes. that secret little part of him seethes when you call him pathetic. oh you think he can't make you cum? he could ruin you with his cock. he knows it.

so when he goes home after your 'study' sessions, he watches porn and learns how to stroke right, how to play with that lil kitty of yours, how to lick it how to fuck it and how to ruin it. it's like a study session itself. he even practices with his pillow, thrusting his hips into it, mimicking the rhythm of the pornstar on his screen. practicing his smart mouth on his fist or fruits, learning how to control his tongue better, pretending it's your pussy.

your next few study sessions with him are riding practice.

you're teaching him everything he needs to know to destroy you, and you don't even realize that he's absorbing the information with the intention of using it against you. oh, you like your clit rubbed like that? you like it fast, like it slow? you like dirty talk? creampies?

"you're fucking nasty." he talks back to you for the first time when you're demonstrating how to hit it from behind.

you're caught so off-guard, all you can do is smile in shock.

"what'd you say?"

"nothing." he lies sweetly.

with that, he snaps his hips flush against your ass. those delicate hands that you taught many things to are now squeezing your hips with a nearly bruising grip, just how you told him you like.

those pretty lips that you taught how to french kiss and taught how to eat pussy are now brushing against your cheek, muttering dirty talk just how you told him you like.

"mmm who's a bitch now?" he seethes, cock sinking so deep that you kick your feet around.

"oh m- oh fuck! hahhhh, 'min 'min 'min! f-f-fuck don't stop! don't you fucking stop talking to me like th-that — oh my god that's the fucking spot, right there right there, harder please right fucking thereee!!"

he chuckles behind you, genuinely amused by how you sounded like a bitch in heat. it's like the both of you swapped places completely.

that pretty fat cock pumps in and out at an eye-rolling pace, the deep strokes he's hitting are something you never taught him but for some reason he knows how to do it well. your body slowly feels like it belongs less to you and more to him as he bullies his cockhead into that mushy spot. now that spot really fucks you up, and he learned that quick when you taught him. he listened to your every word and put all the theory into practice.

so that's why you start gushing and creaming around him. there's juices running down your thighs. sweat and heat searing across your bodies. hell, even armin's got your juices running down the front of his thighs as he fucks into you from behind.

"god you're making a fucking mess, have some shame. my fucking cock is getting painted white. 'gonna clean it up for me with that mouth of yours afterwards? yeah, you're damn right you are. uh-huh, i'll call you my bitch. can't believe you fucking like that, you're a fucking freak."

that last line is what makes you cum. oh, that was so funny to him; weren't you the one who used to call him a freak?

"look at that fucking back arch, wow..." he admires breathlessly, expression feral as he approaches his own high. "gonna cum inside, just how you want, 'sure you still want it?"

"yesyesyes! gimme your cum!" you cry, feeling slightly overstimulated with each stroke of his cock. it was so fucking thick, you felt so full that it's all you could focus on. so full. and he was gonna fill you up even more.

"oh my fuckin' god 'm gonna cum in this slutty fuckin' pussy, take it like a good slut — m-my slut, yeah? you're my slut? say it, please. yeah. say it again, 's gonna make me cu- fuck! ohhh god 'm gonna cum. take it, fuckfuckfuck 'cumming, 'cumming mmm!"

armin's never orgasmed that hard, or shot out that much cum. now if you weren't on the pill, you would have absolutely gotten pregnant from that session. he's a boy with breeder balls, that's one of the first things you told him and he remembered it.

he pulls out and relishes in the sight of his cum dripping out and running down your slit.

"that's so fucking beautiful." he smiles naughtily, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. "hey, up for round two?"

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wolfythewitch · 1 month

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Hello! I wanted to say I love your Satan in the latest painting. Hooked noses are often used as a shorthand for Evil Untrustworthy Guy in a way that is... frustrating, but here Satan's just a cheerful guy! Just a cheerful little guy full of joie de vivre (although the French haven't been invented yet, of course). His entire deal is that he looks earnest and charming and like he's honestly offering you something that he thinks is neat! That man could be showing a neat rock or a three step plan to conquer Earth and either way I would be tempted to believe he has the best intentions. Peak design of all time I think

Satan: quit your job

Jesus: what?

Satan: join my emo band

Ouhhh I didn't even think about the possible implications of hooked noses I just really like drawing them fdjkggffd. I do enjoy drawing Satan a charming guy. Anyone who comes up to the son of god and triple dog dares him to turn a rock into a loaf of bread has Got to have some sense of humor. Technically satan is supposedly evil but shrug let a guy have fun while tempting you to sin. The best charmers to me are always the ones too charismatic to resist

#wolfy tedtalks #writing-is-a-martial-art #wolfy religious tedtalks

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sinning-23 · 14 days

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Glass Chandelier

Warnings; 18+ swearing, some hints at masturbation, buggy is a drama starter, sanji is failing at keeping his hands off your body.

Link to Chapter 3

Enjoy-

Chapter 4

"Wow, you got another one? Already?!" A fourth and more....irritating voice speaks.

You tense again, brows angled down. Firstly, who was speaking, and second what the hell did he mean another one?

"I mean at least she's not ditsy like the rest of you idiots."

You raise a brow at Sanji then the rest of the so-called crew. Zoro sighed heavily, taking the bag you hadn't seen previously off his hip and slamming it rather aggressively onto a barrel.

The reveal was far more interesting than you anticipated, a severed head adorned with a large red nose and a red and white striped bandanna. It beams up at you, the face paint around its lips only accentuating his cheshire grin. You mutter a light 'the fuck...', leaning in a bit to truly try and figure out what the hell you were looking at.

“Not too close sweetheart, I bite.” It wiggles its brows, the innuendo making you scoff.

“Dickless and still talkin'.” You shoot back. The clown head is quicker.

“My mouth can do plenty honey, trust me.” It flicks its tongue and...detaches it?!

Oh wow gross-

“Why are you even speaking right now? Unless you have something useful to say, shut up.” Zoro interrupts.

The clown head rolls its eyes and does an awkward hop/shuffle to turn and look at the map.

“This one knew where to go without me even saying anything. Which meannnss?”

You tense, shuffling back and forth a bit, truly debating if you should punch this thing in the mouth or, better yet square in the nose. That'd shut it up. At this point Zoro has his gaze locked on you, it's somewhat unreadable but serious no less. Next is Luffy, then Usopp, and lastly Sanji. Wow, staring contest of the goddamn century.

"She's obviously been there before and could even be working for the bastard. God you guys are stupid. If I were you I'd ask pretty crucial questions before just throwing any random board my ship."

Luffy is quiet, looking from the map, and then back to you.

"You're already dealing with the aftermath of that as we speak HA! You'll end up doing it again if you keep bringing these random broads. " The clown head speaks, that same grin on his face.

"Yeah well, it's not like the fishy bastard took a chunk out of this 'broads' shoulder. You were stuck in a fuckin bag for that part though, huh Ronald Mcdonald?" Ouhhh the irritation in your voice is wicked.

His jaw drops as he fiends offense. This jackass has been active for no more than 5 minutes and he's already worked his way under your skin. Speaking of which, it's practically melting off as the rest of your 'crew' continue to stare for an answer. The clown had a point, they hadn't asked any questions and you'd just ended up being aboard with Sanji.

"Now's a good time to start talking," Zoro speaks finally, his hand ready at his sword. The last thing you wanted was tension among the people you'd most likely be spending an extended amount of time with. Despite this, your finger itches towards your picks in response.

"Oh yeah 'cause you talk plenty, don't you. I know the way because I've seen Arlong before. I made an assumption if you were even listening that he MIGHT be there still. That'll be the last time I call myself trying to be helpful. Or is 'useful' more of a term you'd like?" You'd hardly realized how close you'd gotten to the man, the sneer ever-present on your lips. Sanjis' at your side, giving a touch over your hips to try and reel you back.

It's quiet again but that clown's laughter rings loud and clear enough to offset the current debacle.

"Ha! Struck a nerve there. Listen, she is right though, you're gonna head in that direction. We get to the island and sing kumbaya, I get my body you get the girl, and everyone's happy!" He jokes, hobbling again to turn his head.

What a fabulous start to the tip. A panic attack and almost a fight. Simply fucking splendid. God, you needed a drrink.

It's dark now, and you hadn't left this room since you'd found it hours ago. You needed to reset. Gods know the longer you stay and interact with these strange characters you'd fucking explode. For some odd reason, in your newly adopted quarters you can still feel his phantom touch.

It lingers, something you make note of. The small of your back tingles, as does your waist and shoulder. Your neck and chin tinge and tingle in delight, resulting in a shiver that shimmies its way up your curves spine. Oh right...that's why they so prominent right now. Becaus you were filthy and couldn't help but let your fingers slip past your panties.

The ship rocks and creacks and with each splash of waves against the hull, much like the waters, you drip.

Promiscuous and touch-starved.

How long had it been since someone had been gentle with you, let their hands ghost over your skin. It didn't matter, you'd found ways to satiate the need, even if it was just temporary. You freeze when there's a knock at your door.

You take a breath, notn quite trusting your voice.

"One moment."

Slipping on a spare night dress in a hurry, you open the door.

She's beautiful. Her eyes were low and glossy, and her pupils were blown wide. Her chest rises and falls as the ruffles on the nightdress adorn her body so prettily. What is it she reminds me of? I can't seem to put my finger on it.

"I saved you a plate. Luffy was supposed to come tell you but he sid you didn't respond." I speak, seeing her breathe catch for a second.

Her lips part just a pinch and it finally rings in my head.

A doll.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't join you sooner, bad attitude still."

I smile, my hand clenched in my pocket. Fuck my palms are sweaty. Shaking my head in response, I panic at the silence that follows. It was just like earlier when we first parted. I wanted to ask her if she was okay. If anything I'd know what a panic attack looks like and with the way her face seemed paler than before, and her hands shook, I couldn't be far off. Or maybe it was just sea sickness. Didn't matter, some things just were my place to ask. But I can't catch the question before it's out my mouth and in the air.

"Are you alright?"

She breathes heavily, shoulder slumping in exhale as she avoids my gaze. There it is. Whatever it was she was either gonna tell me a half-truth or a lie.

"Splendid."

Lie

I nod looking down the hall as if it'd help me escape and prevent any further questions I had from prospering. I was wrong.

"Fancy a drink?"

It's simultaneous and we laugh, so natural and her laugh is damn melodic.

Sanji was without a doubt one of the most talented chefs you'd ever had the pleasure of eating from. The food in front of you was proof of that. You can't help but melt at every bite of the dish before you, it was just so freaking good. Maybe it's cause you haven't had a proper meal in about a day or two as well. Mix that little fact with the wine he keeps pouring and you're done for.

Conversation flows easily, the two of you letting whatever comes to mind simply pass with each moment.

"So, about what he said earlier.." Sanji begins, inhaling from his cigarette as you swallow down the wine you'd just drank.

"The clown or Zoro? Either way, they were right to be cautious. I'm not a threat that's for sure though." You explain.

He hums in response, leaning against his hair with spread legs. Fuck his thighs look good strained against the fabric of his slacks.

"It's been a long time since I've been on a ship. I... I was on one years ago and I traveled to the exact island were going to. Arlong was stationed there and I guess I just never forgot my way back." You explain, tracing the rim of the glass. Not like you had a choice to forget where it was...

"You don't have to explain to me. We've both got trauma, we grow and we get better. You seem to have gotten better." He admits, gaze unwavering.

"Damn, I should be an actress then cause I'm one traumatic event from falling apart." You spoke as he laughs

Sarcastic humor seemed to be his forte and you couldn't help but feed into it, each giggle that slips past your lips creeping its way closer to a full belly laugh. And when he smiles like that, so pretty it makes your chest squeeze. His piercing peeks out just a little, mouth wide with a smile as he tilts his head back.

You sigh, sipping at the wine again, your both a bottle in, the second one nearing its end.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're spoiling me Sanji." You hum, his smile was still present, blue eyes scanning your frame.

He stands, taking your empty plate before approaching the sink and speakng.

"You think so? Pretty girls shouldn't have to eat alone. Thought you'd like company" He admits, washing the dish, awaiting a response.

You finish off your glass and set it in the sink. He pauses for a moment, realising just how close you were, almost pressed against his back.

"Not a girl blondie." You whisper, the wine definitely sinking into your system if it hadn't before.

He swears, squeezing the sponge and plate. Any harder and it'd shatter.

The veins in his forearms are strained and you let yourgaze linger. As if your thought weren't far from ur at the moment this was only making it worse. You reach around him, just barely missing the curve o his hips.

"What're you-"

"A woman."

You shut the water off, stepping away from him with coy smile

"Thank you for the meal and the wine. It was lovely, Sanji."

He swears again, trying to cove it up with a laugh and another smile. Too late, you can see right past the facade.

"Ah, of course. Get some rest, Y/n"

Safe to say you love how Sanji says your name.

Morning comes quick and docking is quicker. Sanji is carrying the clown head sack this time and he doesn't seem too thrilled about it. You figured it best not to these him cause you could very well end up carrying the damn thing yourself if you didn't find his body. You manage to slip into some extra clothes, considering the ones you were wearing when this little excursion started were thoroughly torn from the fight.

Your shoes weren't practical but they'd have to do for now. A simple cream-colored blouse with a neckline that dipped almost too far down paired with some pants that were almost too tight was what you sported. Until your next docking point, you'd definitely have to make this last and maybe not have it get fucked up in a fight.

Though you didn't know much about this 'Nami' besides her name, you could feel whatever anxiety from the rest of the crew sink into your skin and turn your tummy. No one really spoke. Well, besides Usopp trying to convince everyone that he should go back to the ship.

You try keeping pace, Luffy and Zoro at the front, Sanji in the middle, Usopp and yourself lagging behind. Since he was the only one really talking, it wouldn't hurt to chat back.

"Soooo Nami, you guys know each other long?" You ask, slowing down so that you're side by side.

"No, but it feels like I have. I know she wouldn't do this to us just because. She's not that kind of person." He speaks, eyes solemn. If you were thinking correctly, each one of these 'crew' members, yourself included was picked up from somewhere else.

"I see. How did you end up on this crew anyway?" You ask, opening a door you had no idea about.

Usopp was about to tell you the story of a lifetime.

Authors note: heyyyy everyone here's chapter 4 a little longer than chapter 3. I'm really trying to like build this up before we get to the super 18+ parts but uhhh we got our first little taste lol. As stated before lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist :D

Taglist: : @waannty @strangermeats @nymeriiia @noom147

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dalvs-wife · 30 days

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1, 8, and 17 for you and Dalv!! (The "this or that" ask game)

HUZZAHHHHH CHEERS LOUDLY

(ask game)

nose kisses or forehead kisses?

ouhhh mann thats tough.... probably forehead kisses mostly... maiz herself doesn't really have a defined nose so DHSJKHJK,, also forehead kisses just feel so tender and domestic and sort of like you're taking care of that person yk? but nose kisses r good too !!!

8. constantly bragging about dating each other or keeping the relationship relatively secretive?

a bit more secretive i'd say! not like actively hiding but probably not very show-offy. that's not dalv's style imo... but i think maiz would end up spilling her guts about dalv to anyone she's close to. she's too excited about him HSJDKHD

(pov you're starlo listening to her raving about how amazing her boyfriend is for 2 hours)

7. love at first sight or slow burn?

ohhhh man this burn is SLOWWWWW. they first meet at honeydew resort and start to get along there to the point of a friendship before dalv disappears. they only reconnect when maiz finds out he's been hiding in the ruins all this time. and at that point dalv is actively self-sabotaging to keep his isolation.

maiz certainly tries to reach out best she can (using letters) and for the most part it works, but dalv still limits connection bc of his mental state. and frankly when maiz realizes she's got a crush on him, she's the one to withdraw, and dalv is left wondering why he hasn't gotten a letter in so long (it's just because maiz is being Stupid and In Love and Doesnt Know How To Deal With It)

that causes a small rift but it does get fixed once they start talking again :] honestly, because their relationship is aro4aro, neither of them has a perfect grasp on romance in general. so the relationship is naturally a bit slow but they both like it that way !!!

#ask game #ask #frozenhi-chews #cornyletter #selfship

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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okok first of all, HI LOVELIE!! omg im so excited the ask box is open!

second of all,,, i dont have a request BUT i wanted to know what was the first thing that made you fall for your favs!? was it love at first sight? did they grow on youuu?

when i saw reiner and his ADORABLE nose, i was like,, hooked!

OUHHH WHY HELLO LOVELY DOVELY!! 🥰🥰🥰 so glad you could join the parrttyyyy! honestly this is such a great question because i think im genuinely ‘head in my hands’ about sm of these characters so itd be amusing to see the origins???

atm my faves are Jotaro, Reiner and Endeavour! If I’m being very honest, I got into every single one of them because I’m a sucker for Buff And Hot men…………… BUT!

I fell in love with most of them for their ability to be dependable? They may not be able to display their emotions the best but they’re dedicated to the things they feel instructed to do

➡️ more specifically with jotaro, he’s usually dubbed as misunderstood but i think falling for him was because i believe i understood him well enough to know why he did shit. not that i agree with much of his reasoning but if jotaro says hes punched someone, i know he’s done so for a reason he deems valid. i believe its his assurity in his beliefs but willingness to learn that made me fall in love

➡️ there’s a vulnerability to reiner that id always love to see explored with a lover. and i think what really made me fall for him was his constant capacity to think of otherwise. to the extent where its that that saved his life. even with no will of his own, his belief in others just showcases the beauty of his heart and it’s that which drew me to him.

➡️ with endeavour its almost as if there’s always a constipation of emotions going on sjskd he just goes about things the wrong way 80% of the time but he genuinely has the spirit of someone who wants to do right. however i think what made me fall for him was how hes just a large loser of a man who just loves winning 😭😭😭 nothing practically about it and i think if anything the relationship would very much be overdriven by a size kink and his ability to over size me

#thanks for the question sweets it was really interesting #you made my day beloved #i love youuuuu 🥺❤️#reiner braun #jotaro kujo #mha endeavour

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oreo-hong · 2 years

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i pepper his lips in little kisses, nuzzling into him contently. “good morning, my love,” i whisper, cupping his cheeks. “happy father’s day,” i smile, pulling back just a little to admire his face. “sit up a little and i’ll bring you your first surprise,” i whisper, kissing his cheek before i get up, setting the tray of food across him lap before going to get jiho. the little girl was wearing a cute onesie that had “daddy’s princess” written across the front, something jaehyun had mentioned wanting to see at least once. 🎱

jaehyun begins to eat but at the sight of jiho he sets the tray aside and reaches out, “ouhhh my baby so cute..” he scoops her up and bounces her, bopping her little button nose

#fiance!jaehyun #🎱 anon

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sunshinejins · 3 years

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ouhhh dreamnap cooking together,,,,but its like 2am and one of them wanted pancakes

hiiii jude!! sorry this took so long my week got a lil crazy and intense. here's some dreamnap softness for you <333 i'm a sucker for this ship.

Dream thinks he read a poem once about nights like this: where midnight seems to melt into the creases of the kitchen and soak into the whispers of socked feet against the ground. He’s tired, the kind of light sleepiness that clings to the corners of eyes and tips gravel into voices, but he can’t stop the smile from spreading as slow as syrup across his face. Sapnap’s sitting at the kitchen island, glassy eyes half trained on Dream’s face and half closed with exhaustion. He’s wearing one of Dream’s hoodies and a pair of sweats that make him look equal parts endearing and cozy. His hands are clasped in front of him in barely suppressed joy as he watches Dream crack an egg against the side of a mixing bowl.

Honestly, seeing his boyfriend so excited at the concept of 2am pancakes is enough to fill Dream’s heart with powdered sugar and sunshine for the rest of his life.

“Remind me again why I’m doing this for you?” Dream teases, voice heavy as he tips milk into the bowl and whisks. Sapnap gives him a smile filled with pearly teeth and unabashed sunflower yellow happiness.

“Because you love me and you’re my sugar daddy?” Dream snorts, nearly spitting out the sip of orange juice he’d been attempting to take.

“Sugar daddies give you money. I’m making you shitty pancakes”

“I’ll be the judge of if they’re shitty, excuse you,” Sapnap mocks, leaning back on his stool. They both know he’ll never judge Dream’s cooking, not when he’s literally the only one who cooks around here. Besides, there’s no heat behind Dream’s faked annoyance anyhow: regardless of how close he’d been to sleep, nose tucked into the chestnut of Sapnap’s hair and dreams pressing at the backs of his eyelids, he’d drop anything to make Sapnap smile. Which, now apparently included late night pancake dates.

“Next time, we’re going to Denny’s,” Dream threatens as he tips the batter into a sizzling pan. Sapnap shrugs, having sidled out of his seat to mold his front to Dream’s back and press searing tiny kisses across his neck.

“I’m a Waffle House man, myself.”

“You’re a menace is what you are.” Sapnap giggles and Dream half turns to meet his lips in a kiss that tastes like sour Skittles and mint gum. He drinks it in, grinning when Sapnap pouts as he pulls away.

“The pancakes will be burnt if you keep this up,” Dream chastises, flipping the bubbling cakes quickly. He feels Sapnap’s shrug against him, slow and fluid.

“That’s a price I gotta pay for some sweet smooches then,” Sapnap kisses wetly, obnoxiously, against Dream’s throat and he can’t help the bubble of laughter that explodes from his chest. It’s the middle of the night, his boyfriend is ridiculous, and the warm feeling in his chest feels like coming home.

Dream has the sense to flick the stove off before gathering Sapnap into his arms and kissing him like he’s stolen his heart from his ribcage. Fluttery bubbles build in his bloodstream as they kiss; Dream leans into the sensation like he could live off it.

“Your pancakes are gonna be burnt and cold now,” he teases against Sapnap’s lips. Sapnap grunts, threading his fingers through dirty blond hair and tugging.

“Fucking worth it. Now shut up.”

Dream does.

#dreamnap #dreamwastaken #sapnap #pandasblr #asks #joylight writes

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aiiwa · 3 years

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ouhhh for your event,,,,fmk:

iwaizumi, kuroo, atsumu (my three faves 😋)

lex!! this was so hard for me shdkdkkd i used (still do) simp so hard for kuroo and atsumu is my kinnie shdkdkkd - and iwa is iwa ofc <3

FUCK - kuroo tetsurou. wanna give him a real reason for that bed hair.

you had only just gotten out of your hot shower after a long day at work, fluffy towel wrapped around your body as you walked into your room find kuroo spread out across your shared queen bed. he rolled onto his side, hand holding his head up, as he sent an appreciative glance over your frame.

“what are you scheming, alley cat?”

the affronted look across his face was brief, as a smirk easily took over. “why don’t you come here and find out?”

well curiosity may have killed that cat, but satisfaction definitely brought it back. which is how you found yourself hovering over his face, towel thrown away, with your thighs pressed against his ears. the tip of his tongue drew lazy circles around your clit, the teasing almost painful, before his arms wrap around your thighs to tug you right down on his face with a gasp. breathy mewls escape past your lips as his tongue delves into your little cunny, tongue fucking you so good you can’t help but roll your hips in response, grinding against his face. and when his nose nudges against your clit for th nth time, your hands find themselves in his inky hair, tugging the strands as you come undone and gush all over his face.

“shit, y/n, you always pull my hair so hard.” kuroo groans from underneath you, your juices dribbling down his chin. glancing down you you chuckle at his hair sticking out every which way.

“i like your hair better like this.”

“oya? let me give you a new hairstyle then.”

MARRY - iwaizumi hajime. do i even have to explain hehe.

being married to an athletic trainer who lived up to his status as the resident gym junkie, was fine until he started incorporating quality time with you with his dedicated gym sessions. but you didn’t mind spending two days in your week joining iwa; in fact you had even started to enjoy yourself...but iwa? not so much anymore. and that was mainly due to your teasing.

it started off with subtle touches as you passed by him, or maybe you’d stretch yourself a little too much in front of him, mimicking moves you had only shown him in the privacy of each other. but what really took the cup were the tight shorts you had taken to wearing, the ones that accentuated the curve of your ass, and had stolen the attention of every male in the vicinity’s attention. iwa was never the type to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear, but when you were hit on again for the umpteenth time, he had begun to...hover.

“oh, hi haji, how can i help you?” you had been working through your sets of barbell squats, halting when see him approach you from behind in the mirror’s reflection.

“need me to spot you?” he doesn’t wait for answer before his large hands take hold of your waist, the feeling ticklish against your sides. and you hiss, almost dropping the weights, shooting a half-hearted glare at him.

“that’s not how you spot someone.”

“yeah but it’s how i spot my wife.”

“you just wanna touch me.” you tease, giggling as he rolls his eyes and makes grabby hands for you. you’re playfully smacking his hands away, when a throat clears, bringing your attention to none other than the guy who had hit on you just before.

“excuse me miss, is this guy bothering you?” it takes you a moment to process his question before you’re keeling over, laughing at iwa’s irked expression.

“i’m her husband, dip shit.”

KISS - miya atsumu. just wanna smooch him.

as much as atsumu loved to come off as the alpha male to the outside world, behind the closed doors of your shared apartment, he was like a little puppy. just a baby who was eager for all your love and attention, and of course you were willing to give him everything you had to offer.

he was just so big and so cuddly - constantly needing to be in your space and touching you. whether it was when you were doing some laundry, he’d sit on top of the washing machine, manspread, just playing with your hair each time you bent down to load the machine; or it could be on the nights he was cooking dinner, he would have you pressed against his front as he used one hand to stir the contents in the pot, while the other rubbed small circles on your hip. but most of all, atsumu could never sleep unless you had performed your nightly ritual, as he called it.

so on a night where your boss had asked you to stay back for overtime, you had arrived home to find atsumu curled up on the couch, restless and shifting around uncomfortably.

“‘tsumu? you’re still awake?” he had woken up early in the morning for training, and usually by this time he would be fast asleep.

“couldn’t sleep…” he grumbles. “needed you.”

you felt yourself melt, before telling him to wait in bed for you. after finishing off your bedtime routine, you slid under the cotton duvet; atsumu was quick to roll over and lay his bulky frame between your legs. with his chin propped up between your breasts, his tired eyes staring up at you expectantly.

holding his head between your hands, brushing away the blond strands that flop into his face, you lean into him; pressing a kiss to both his cheeks, and then one on each closed lid of his eyes as he sighs contently, one on his forehead, and the last against his own plump lips.

and he’s already half asleep as you whisper a soft, “g’night ‘tsumu.”

send me three haikyuu characters to fmk!!

#💖 nona hits 500 #lex❣️#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader

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Sayeoung 28+34 please! <3

28 - Love confession + 34 - “It’s 2am. Go back to sleep.” ouhhh thats a cool one!! okay i try not to think to much about it and just start writing :3 hope you'll enjoy it

The ginger tossed around in the bed restlessly. Why did he drove here? Why did he agree to lie down next to you? How did it happen? Sigh.

Saeyoung turned around again while trying to stay away from you. But on the other hand, you looked so calm and peaceful in your sleep. and cute... and lovely... and... so much more. To be true, you always looked like that, even though he tried to scare you away, to hurt you, so that you would stay away from him. Away from the dangerous life he led, but it didn't seem to matter to you. In fact you reached out for him like nobody else did before. You cared for him and spoke to him - accepting his real self.

Lost in your deep sleep you rolled over, bumping into his torso and immediately cuddled into him. His face turned red in an instant. He tried to wiggle himself out of your grip but failed. All these thoughts of you returned to his mind. You lying in his arms, you kissing him softly on his cheek, your hands drawing circles on his chest, tracing his scars. and. Saeyoungs heart began to race.

He could never let that happen. "Nope, nope, that's too much." he grunted and tried to free himself again. Interrupting your deep slumber with his efforts, your eyes fluttered open. "Seven? What are you doing?"

"I... uhhhh... nothing. Can't you roll over on your side again? It's really warm. ehehehe..." He chuckled.

A little bit lost in the trance of your deep slumber you shook your head. You couldn't move - no didn't want to move, lying in his arms felt so perfect to you and you didn't want it to end. Instead of moving you nuzzled your nose into his chest.

"Listen I'm kind of dying over here, ok?" you looked up at him and even through the darkness you could see his face was as red as his hair was.

"What's up with you?" you murmured again, arching one of your eyebrows.

"Look, just keep your distance from me ok? I don't want to put the person I love in danger. And Like i said before it's gtting really warm in here." he blurted out and stared at you. Only then he realized what he said.

"Seven, it's 2am go back to sleep, we can talk about it in the morning ok?" you answered and rolled back to your side of the bed.

"fine." he whispered and turned away from you, facing the wall. How the hell did that happen? Why did he say that? The young man pressed his face into his hands. How will he get out of this situation? He thought about running, but you were still in danger, because of the hacker. Maybe he really just needed to talk to you, to claim that it was a mistake, that he didn't mean it. But he didn't want to lie anymore. All he wanted was you. His mind jumped from thought to thought before he finally fell asleep again.

Meanwhile, his words echoed in your head. The person he loves. The butterflies in your stomach were flying around like crazy, and you couldn't stop thinking about him.

#mysme #mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #mm 707 #luciel choi #shitty longcat #short drabble

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