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nanaslutt · 7 months

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gojo's first time meeting you and instantly noticing your freckles. like nothing other than your freckles, not even the clothes you're wearing rn or your hair or eyes.

freckles.

and im absolutely sure geto would be so fed up with gojo ranting about how he wants to kiss every single one of them.

oh my god this is so cute???????? this reminds me of gojos cannon reaction to seeing geto for the first time and thinking “bangs” lol

contains: fem transfer student!reader, 3rd year satosugu, geto choosing to stay at jujutsu tech au, the boys are both 19 here, Geto has morals, gojo uhhhhhh, crackkk, fluff, perv!gojo, masturbation, caught masturbating, fantasizing

note: the toji fic will b posted later tonight or tmrw morn :p

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Freckles………

If you looked close enough you might be able to see the white orbs floating around Gojo’s head,

“Uhhh, sorry is there something on my face” you spoke up when he didn’t say anything after you introduced yourself.

Satoru getting jolted out of his trance when suguru landed a mean smack on the back of his head, pouting at his dark haired bestfriend.

“Sorry about him,” geto apologized on his behalf, “he can be quite oblivious to how his actions affect other people.” suguru grit behind his teeth, looking out the corner of his eye to see satoru shooting daggers at him.

“Asshole…” the white haired man mumbled under his breath, looking up from under his white lashes, gaze set back on your face, watching you rub the back of your neck, saying something to geto.

Words leaving your mouth sounding muffled as his gaze dropped to your neck, noticing that the brown spots trailed further and further down the length of your neck, even traveling under the collar of your shirt, where the cloth obstructed his view.

Lip twitching up breifly at his annoyance, wanting to see just how far the freckles really went.

“Right satoru?” Suguru laughed, both of you directing your attention to the albino, “god da-“ smacking him harder once more on the back of his head, sending him his body curling in on himself on the ground and groaning, “manners satoru jesus christ.” suguru smacks a heavy hand over his face at gojos antics.

—

Gojo let his head fall of the edge of sugurus bed, silky hair falling around his ears, suguru laying against the headboard, flipping through some magazine, sugurus low-fi playlist playing softly in the backround.

“God….did you see how her frek-“ Geto swiftly cutting him off by kicking his foot into his shin, “satoru i swear to god if you say one more thing about her fucking freckles i’m going to cut out your tongue.” he spat, not looking up from his magazine.

For days after your first meeting he would not shut up about how cute he found your freckles.

Learning when you wore a skimpy tank top when sparing with shoko, that the cute spots not only covered your pretty face, but your arms and hands too.

Watching the light hit your skin as your body moved swiftly, shirt lifting when you flipped and twisted yourself, seeing the freckles and moles scattered across your tummy.

Shirt barely having lifted for a couple milliseconds, but he didn’t have good eyesight for nothing. Gojo quickly memorizing the placement of the dots and engraving it in his brain.

Brain practically short circuiting when the sun was beating down on the school a little too how one day, meaning he got to see you in shorts.

short, skimpy, tight, shorts.

It was like you wanted him to look, leaning over the counter, knees perched on the stool and elbows on the counter, cradling your soft cheeks in your hands as you spoke to shoko over the table.

Twisting your hips on the swivel stool, making the fabric of your shorts raise, letting him see even more brown spots on the insides of your thighs from his place on the couch behind you.

“torruuu,” geto caught him off gaurd, whispering into the shell of his ear, “quit bein a fucking perv.” turning to look at the not so friendly looking smile plastered on the dark haired mans face. ugh. buzzkill.

Taking them back to the present, “I know I knowww, you hate beauty we get it..” gojo drawled, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes. Lucky the bed blocked geto’s view of gojo’s face from here, as he probably would’ve hit him.

“I just cannot stop thinking about kissing her cute little face, maybe her neck..” pausing for a second, getting too absolved in his words, “below her neck…” he whispered.

“Satoru, stop telling me about your perverted fantasies about our new classmate, please.” letting the magazine drop into his lap as he finally let himself look down at the man.

Geto quickly noticing the extremely obvious tent in his pants. “You have 2 seconds to get you and your boner off my bed or your not gonna like it.” geto growled.

Gojo let his body slide of the bed backwards headfirst into the hardwood floor. “You hate meeeee,” he dragged out his words dramatically, “You hate my happinesssss” he continued, geto closing his eyes and shook his head, feeling a headache come on at his antics.

“I hate your penis.” Geto corrected. “She has a mind of her own, it’s not my faul,” gojo defended, sprawling his limbs out on the floor.

“Did you just refer to your dick as ‘she’?” Geto asked, needing to clarify the insanity gojo was spouting, leaning over the end of his bed to get a better look at the white haired freak.

“Well yeah,” he stated like it was obvious, “cant be a ‘him’, that would be gay.”

Geto blinked at him, glancing at the ceiling to center himself before he looked back at the man on the floor. Leaning back out of view, he picked up the magazine, throwing it straight at gojos crotch. Of course now of all times when geto decided to assault him, he had his infinity on.

“Oh that would’ve hurt so bad,” gojo closed his lanky legs together, covering his crotch with his hands. “I cant believe you really went for my nads.” gojo bit his lip in offense, faux crying at getos meaness.

Geto just rolled his eyes in response, flopping back into the bed, folding his hands over his chest as he was left entertain-less.

—

When the two of you finally exchanged numbers, he used the opportunity to ask to take a picture together; for your profile picture of course!

Definitely not because he wanted to stare at the picture by himself for hours; pinching the screen between his fingers, zooming in and out of on the photo as he now could really map out each and every one of your freckles.

Blushing when his brain compared them to the constellations, how romantic he thought.

What happened next was… less romantic.

Phone laid out on the bed underneath him while his hand laid next to it, bracing himself as he hovered above it, other hand rapidly stroking his cock.

Staring into your eyes unabashedly, no geto around to tell him off as he engraved whatever piece of your face he wanted into his brain permanently.

Squeezing over the tip when he looked at how big his hand looked compared to your shoulder, palm resting on it in the photo.

Twitching at the mole placed perfectly on your cleavage, getting a great view of the crack between your breasts from the high angle he held the phone at. Mentally patting himself on the back for that.

He had zoomed in onto your half of the photo, not wanting to look at himself while he masturbated.

Mouth watering with the urge to press his lips against every single one of your freckles. Imagining you giggling and blushing while he tickled your face with his soft lips making him dizzy.

Gojo imagined your hand instead of his, wrapped tightly around his cock. He imagined pressing his length against your plush lips, rubbing the tip over them, feeling your tongue dart out and lick his tip.

Groaning out your name when he came, abs clenching when ropes of cum spurted out of his dick, and all over the sheets underneath him.

Grimacing when he watched some of it land on his phone screen; disgust being slightly overpowered by how erotic your pixelated face looked with his cum decorating it.

“Satoru did you take my charger again? Swear i’m gonna kill you-“ Suguru cut himself short when he slid satoru’s door open, taking in the scene in front of him.

Geto wasn’t able to fully see his phone, but he knew full well what his jerk off material was.

Satoru gave him a dopey grin, practically seeing smoke emit from atop getos head as he slammed the door shut, kicking his foot against the wood and yelling out, “cant believe i’m best friends with such a pervert!” down the hallway, voice getting quieter the further he got away from gojos room.

Satoru didn’t care though, gazing back at his phone, picking it up in his palm before using his thumb to smear the cum over your smiling lips lewdly.

He absolutely needed to get his hands on you, and he would make sure he did.

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planettnibiruu · 2 years

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My hcs on what the boys look like

Tw for discussion of weight and body types

Luci <3

First of all, he's got a really sharp and angeled face. His nose is sharp and long, cheekbones prominent as well. He looks like one of those Roman statues. He's got really nice lips, the bottom one is slightly bigger then the top on, and they've got a natural pinkish colour. His eyes look dark gray from afar but if you see them unclosed they're mixture of blues, green and brown so light it looks like gold

He's got alot of muscle mass, but he also doesn't have the most time to workout, so his body is a little softer then he'd like. Hes kind of slim thick tho, and his chest is pretty defined. Its the thing he likes best about his body. Hes got really nice v lines too, and nice thighs as well. His body is kind of like this.

He has really nice hands though, big slightly callsoued palms, long fingers with a small scar on the left index one. His nails are clean, cuctiles mostirised and nails painted nicely (thanks asmo <3.) There's also a couple veins on each hand, and a ring or two aswell.

I also hc he used to have acne when he first fell but asmo helped him out with it. Also Lucifer has freckles and moles dotting his body (they're very cute features idc if you think not lol)

Mam <3

I hc him to be Filipino/Dominican, so he has a softer/flatter face. His nose has a really nice curve aswell (I'm totally not basing his features off of mine, no, no, no) and his nostrils are wide, slightly upturned too. He's got really nice lashes though, long and thick. His eyes are blue and swirl in a way that look like whirlpools. He has plump slightly upturned lips, they're also two toned.

Mam has more of a toned body then muscular. He has a line going down from the middle of his chest, and he has slight abs as well. He is still quite scrawny, so he doesn't build muscle easy, and cardio being his favourite way to exercise doesn't help either. He has really nice legs and a phat ass tho, guess running good for something. He feels a little insecure about his arms tho, so he does try to pay special attention to then and his back.

He has nice hands, a lil chubby but just enough to be soft. They're free of scars and callouses, he needs to be picture ready. He does wear rings tho, pretty gold ones with big jewles. Mam is constantly finding with them, and he also cracks his knuckles every hour on the dot.

Levi <3

HE 👏 HAS 👏 ACNE 👏. It's so cute though, spotted all over his cheeks. He hates it, thinks it makes him yucky. His eyes are a really deep blue/Gray, and they're just *muah*. His face is on the softer side, but he does have a big nose with the bump in the middle. His cheeks also always have a blush, it's really cute.

He's got a lil tummy pooch. That's it.

No okay but he's just soft all around. He does have muscle but a deit of ramen and anime themed chips does not allow for a 6pack. He is boney though, he's also extremely pale. He is super lanky, and tall, which is why he hunches so hard, he doesn't like to be noticed. I like to think that when he gets told he'll be returning to his navey role he trains up, when he does, he looks like Lucifer with a bit more chub

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me levi headcanons #obey me levithan #levi x reader

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Can you do a one shot fluff smut with 6,26,30,31 were Harry is tipsy 🥰🥰🥰🥰

24. “Hi goofy are you drunk?” “This is goofy and I’m drunk.”

10. “Call me that one more time and see what happens.”

26. “Please shut up, so I could kiss you my love.”

6. “Pardon. What were y'sayin’ darling?”

30. "Stay, I need you more than you think."

31. "Don't say a word silly, just dance with me."

“Whimpy!!” Y/N opens the door hearing the squeal for her, pushing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose that slipped from the elation of her bestfriend's sight.

Her bestie. Harry. Whose nose she broke with the her elbow because he called her a wimp, despite the fact she beat the shit out of his bully for calling Harry a nerd box.

The cold was ceased to end when Harry (with a bandaged nose – three days later) brought her caramel apple lollipops as an apology, to this day they’re besties for life.

Eachother’s love of life.

His whimpy. Who he loves with his ever young soul.

They're childhood sweethearts.

She giggles when Harry whispers a, “Peek a boo ...” appearing from behind the bunch of magenta coloured lady tulips, his marble of eyes glassy, his cheeks pinched pink, tuffs of curls almost bombed, his cardigan half tucked in and the shirt underneath riding up his tummy.

“Hi goofy are you drunk?” Y/N embraces him warmly when he tumbles in intoxication all over her. His lips wet and puckered against her neck as he murmurs, pointing beside him with flowers in his hand, “This's goofy and I’m drunk.” Coy loud laugh bounces through Y/N’s threshold at her boyfriend’s silliness.

She tows him towards her kitchen with all her mighty strength and huffs a lil when he whines that how he has walked all through the town, drunk to get her these flowers but she’s more concerned about something else, though it’s floating above his head -- whatever it’s.

“No. Seriously Harry, you shouldn’t have done that. It’s too dangerous!!” She scolds him. Sits him on the small wooden chair and pours him a glass of chilled water.

“You’re too precious f’me, bub.” She pouts fitting herself between his knees and runs her fingers through his sweaty hair, the funny suckling noises he was creating from taking tiny tiny sips of his water stops immediately and he looks up at her smugly.

“Pardon what were y'sayin' darling?” Her lips quirks up into a pout from not letting her smile slip and she looks away with her arms folded, “Not repeating that f'ya. Knows it’ll bloat your ego infinity folds.” Harry giggles standing to have his face inches closer to his lovin’ and spurts through those giggles whilst creeping his warm palms up to cradle her cheeks lovingly as she tries to blabber more.

“Please shut up, so I could kiss you my love.” He muffles her teensy gasps and smashes his mouth against hers, his fingers blindly searches for her elbow to flush her chest against his’s and tips her chin to deepen the kiss and her tongue swipes the tinge of limes and vodka from his soaky plump lip -- his hand rakes up her neck to get lost into her hair when she suckles on his lip like it’s the most favourite flavours of her.

When he pulls away he doesn’t gazes her with pure infatuation and bliss as he usually does but rather cuddles himself into her, his swollen lips patching smol kisses down her neck and she squeals when he sways them side by side humming a song.

“Hm?” Y/N hugs him tighter and their kitchen fills with her laughter when he grumps out with a bunny grin feigning a frown, “Don’t say a word silly just dance with me.” He weaves their hands together and moves them to the centre of kitchen gently.

“But I did not!” She cranes her neck to look at him with a bemused expression as he twirls her around like a fairy on spin, “Said hm....” He points out and Y/N almost melts into a puddle of hot chocolate at the cuteness of her boyfriend.

“My nerd box.” She smiles fondly and smooches wet kisses all over his face when he pulls her back into him, “Call me that one more time and see what happens.” He quips, catching her mouth into a tender kiss when she was dotting the corner of his lips with her love.

“What?” She asks him smugly.

“Would smack this pretty bum of yours pink and make y’sit on my cock, would be a lesson f'you wouldn’t be it bubbles?” He rasps out brushing away the fringes dropping in her eyes.

“Ne –--,” Her teasing evaporates into a breathy gasping whimper when Harry sneaks his hand under her sweater and fills his palms with her plummy tits, tweaking the nipple that perked up from his feathery graze.

“Hm?” He mimics her pressing his forehead to hers and strokes his nose up and down her cheek, leaving a peck where his lips could reach, her golden freckles and her silken moles, that chin of her that trembles anytime she’s too overwhelmed and joyed.

“Fuck off.” She grumbles pinching his knuckles. Her cheeks blushed and her eyes twinkling with hope that he grabs her and takes her as he wishes.

He couldn’t get her flustered like this when he’s the one drunk till his toes! How dare he!

“Okie.” He hiccups, raising his palms in air and gallops away from her only to be pulled back from his loosey cardigan and she smashes her lips against his's in a sticky needy kiss this time. Putting hands on him as he’s the Greek mud she’s carving out, just for her, and for her only.

“Stay, I need you more than you think.” She murmurs folding her elbows around his neck and he smiles into the kiss sweetly, his thumb feeling the raiding pulse trailing down her throat.

Harry did what she was expecting.

Shrilling squeals and murderous giggles bounces through her small stairway when he rushes upstairs with her petite self thrown over his shoulder like a doll while he sings-songs ignoring Y/N's threats for him to put her down.

“If we roll down, we g’na roll together babyyyyyy.”

A/N: I know I've been inactive for ages and I've no idea what I've been writing lately :( sorry for that lovins.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles #cute harry #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles fanfiction #fluff #harry angst #hsh #dom harry #harry styles prompts #naughty harry #harry styles vampire one shots

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anticapitalistclown · 3 years

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Hello, I really like your writing, can I request lookism characters liking something about their s/o body? Can be something random. Thank you~

Oh~

This is really beautiful~ I am in favor of body worshipping, let's do it.

What do lookism characters like about their s/o's body, a body positivity headcanons.

Vasco

He adores stretch marks, the way they hug the body, how it feels when he traces them with his fingers, how they look like art on their skin, how it makes them look so natural and beautiful.

Jake

Hear me out, he loves his s/o's tummy, it's cute, beautiful, comfortable and is a sign for him that they're healthy. He loves hugging them and resting his head on their tummy, hugging from behind and placing his hands there, he likes too see how good it looks when they wear crop tops and tight clothes.

Sinu

Tooth gap, he likes it, he thinks it's cute and fresh, the way when they smile showing a cheerful look has him enchanted.

The first time he saw their smile he had it clear, he will make his s/o smile for the rest of their life.

Samuel

Monolids, the way the eyes look so fierce, generally the way they look at him, he loves it.

Goo

A lot of people may think it’s ridiculous, but he loves the moles and freckles distributed over their skin, he enjoys tracing them, playing to connect dots, comparing them to the night sky.

Gun

hip-dips, they are literally a real life art representation, even Aphrodite is representated with hip dips, he finds this trait beautiful and sexy.

Zoe

Gummy smile, she's another one who falls in love with cute smiles, seeing their s/o's smile brings happiness to her.

Mary

It's literally canon that she loves big ears, how cute they look, how they make their s/o look so beautiful and secure, she also loves to touch them.

Jace

Also canon that he likes people who wear glasses, but what if he also loves big eyes? How he finds the way cute glassed eyes or big cute eyes look lovingly at him, he feels so appreciated and comfortable.

Eli

Scars, every scar has a story behind it, he appreciates hearing about his s/o stories, he doesn’t mind if it is about a sad or happy past, just enjoys listening about it and tracing them, he will also share the stories behind his scars.

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thorfemmes · 4 years

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Cloudy

in which harry hates summer storms, but she loves them.

Hi everyone! I know I’m not really a fan account, so please feel free to skip over this post if you don’t want to read fanfic! I’ve decided to take part in @helladirections ‘s Summer Feeling writing challenge, and this is what I came up with! Feedback is greatly appreciated, I’m trying to hype myself up into writing again. Also thank you @jasline-arod for being my beta reader, I love you endlessly!<3

Prompts: summer reading & ice cream

Rated 18+: fluff, SMUT, soft dom!harry, teasing, edging, punishment, impact play, light bondage, condescension kink if you squint, cute aftercare!!!

Word Count: 3.8k

Summer storms were quite melancholy.

Harry supposed he was being a bit dramatic, considering (y/n) loved the rain. If it weren’t for the possibility of getting a cold and the wandering eyes from their surrounding neighbors she would be out dancing and skipping around the backyard in the puddles and mud. But alas, their neighbors were a bit too nosy and she couldn’t afford any sick time off at work right now, so she was using this day to clean the house. Some last minute spring cleaning as she called it.

Harry, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to roll around in the sheets all day with her. The young couple had planned a nice date out for the day: a stroll around the neighborhood, a picnic in the park, maybe some window shopping in the plaza. Their car was currently in the shop so anything they wanted to do would have to be within walking distance -(y/n) really didn’t like Ubering around. Mother Nature apparently had other plans.

Which leads us here. Harry had seen the storm die down and in all of his stubborn brilliance had insisted on making an ice cream run. ‘S just a little drizzle! He maintained. I’ll be back before you know it, Poppet. It turns out “a little drizzle” can easily turn into torrential downpour in the twenty minutes it takes Harry to bike to and from the grocery store. He couldn’t believe his luck, and now as he approached his front door sopping wet and dragging his bike up the steps, he was silently cursing himself for deciding Ben and Jerry’s was worth the trek.

“Babe? Is everything alright?” (Y/n) proffered over the soft music she had put on when he left. She could hear his frustrated grumbles and sighs from the living room and had of course seen the storm pick up.

“ ‘M fine, sweetheart, just a bit wet ‘s all.” Harry griped from the kitchen. He quickly dried off the pints of ice cream and stuck them in the freezer before pouring a bowl of uncooked rice for his cell phone. Flicking off the lights in the kitchen, spotless and dust-free thanks to (y/n), he walked into the living room to find her tucked into the corner of the couch reading a book.

Peering over the pages, her eyes softly danced over her lover -damp and frumpy from the rain outside. He had a slight pout on his face that made her giggle playfully, eyes glittering with nothing but adoration and humor.

“My strong love, fought the rain and thunder just to get his girlfriend ice cream.”

He snorted at her, trying his hardest to hold back a smile. “Think I deserve a prize, don’t you think? It was quite brave of me to go out there, I could’ve gotten swept away by the flood of puddles!”

Her laugh rang like a chime. It was times like this, soft and quiet and domestic, that made his heart skip a beat. She made him delirious and dizzy with love.

“Of course, my love. Your prize is in the bathroom, hanging from the towel rack. I saw the rain pick up and figured you might come home a bit soggy,” She said with a laugh. “Go get changed, when you come back we can lounge about and read together.”

Harry’s heart fluttered as he shuffled out of the living room. When he came back, now changed into a crisp crew neck shirt and some washed worn sweats, he quickly popped over in front of his love. She looked up from the novel in front of her, stars in her eyes. Harry quickly leaned down and showered her in kisses. Anywhere he could reach was covered in smooches. She wiggled and whined playfully as he threw his leg over her waist, but not before grabbing the book and laying it on the coffee table face down. They grappled and playfully dodged kisses until she cried “Alright! Fine you win!” with a ridiculous pout and her hands pinned to the couch under Harry’s grasp.

“You’re so mean,” she pouted through puffs of air.

“Mean ‘m I? Would a mean boyfriend have gone out in the harsh winter storm for-”

“It’s the middle of July!”

“For pints of Chunky Monkey, Phish Food, Karamel Sutra, and Tonight Dough? I don’t think tha’s very mean, d’you?”

Harry swore the sigh she let out sounded harmonious. “No, I suppose not. It sounds like you’re spoiling me, huh?” She tried to loosen his grip again. “Let me up, please?”

He grinned down at her. “Kissy first?”

She leaned up the best she could for a smooch before he let her get back up. Harry laid down on the couch and patted his tummy with the hand not resting under his neck.

“C’mere, let’s read.”

(Y/n) crawled between Harry’s legs and laid between them, her head resting on his soft stomach. “Mm, nice and comfy.”

Harry chuckled with her, loving the warmth and comfort the weight of her gave him. He wrapped an arm around the front of her chest and softly rubbed his thumb over her shoulder.

“Do you want me to start the chapter over?” She asked, perfectly content to reread for him.

“Course not, Petal! Just pick up where you left off, please.”

“ ‘I’m going to America. To seek my fortune.’ (This was just after America but long after fortunes.) ‘A ship sails soon from London. There is great opportunity in America. I’m going to take advantage of it. I’ve been training myself. In my hovel. I’ve taught myself not to need sleep. A few hours only. I’ll take a ten-hour-a-day job and then I’ll take another ten-hour-a-day job and I’ll save every penny from both except what I need to eat to keep strong, and when I have enough I’ll buy a farm and build a house and make a bed big enough for two.’ ”

Harry began to lose focus on the story, instead concentrating on his petal’s voice, soft and clear enough for just the two of them. Almost as if the bubble around them might burst if she spoke too loudly. She began to alter her voice, adding in dashes of accents and key changes as the characters varied. Harry let a heavy breath fall from his nose as he smiled and bit his lip with a smile.

“ ‘Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?’ ”

Harry held his breath.

“ He couldn’t believe it. ‘Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If your love were-’ ”

Now, Harry knows he has a very specific taste in literature. And while he may personally prefer obscene prose and Joan Didion, this line -from a novel built on fantasies -was embroidered on his heart in bright yellow thread. The millions of grains of sand could not even begin to embody how dearly and how fiercely he loved her. His heart physically ached at the thought of her; her presence, her laugh, smile, ambition, everything. He loved (y/n) in a way he never imagined possible. Harry could not even begin to fathom a world without her. And if the little velvet box hidden in an old shoe box behind a ton of winter coats in the upstairs closet was anything to go by, he didn’t want to begin imagining it.

“Lovey, are you okay?” (Y/n) spoke up. She noticed him stiffen up immediately after she finished reading that paragraph.

Silence followed her question. She stuck the loose playing card she had found into the book to mark her place and gently sat up to shift herself in his lap, setting the book down on the coffee table again. Harry was pulled from his thoughts of navy blue suits and white lace gowns when she softly called his name again and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Is everything alright Harry? You zoned out for quite a while there.”

Harry looked at the heavenly sight in front of him. Her hair was a bit mussed up from the cleaning and the sweat that had no doubt appeared in the slightly humid house. She sat in an old cropped cotton shirt that proudly touted a faded improv club logo from college on it (she had gone to one meeting and of course it was the meeting where they gave out free t-shirts) with wrinkles and dried stains from cleaning spray. Her gray pajama shorts had little line drawings of bumble bees on them, and were currently riding up her thighs as they sat straddling Harry’s hips. He dragged his eyes to look at her face. He swore she was glowing in the grayish sunlight streaming from the windows. Little moles and freckles and acne scars dotted across her makeup-less face. Her eyes were wide and her lips were gaped open slightly in worry as his silence continued.

Harry finally, finally took in a breath (he desperately needed it, he didn’t realize she had literally stolen his breath away) and mumbled “ ‘M fine, petal. I just love you so much,” and with that closed the all too wide gap between them.

Her eyes widened just a bit more before kissing back, her eyes fell closed and her hands held tightly to his cheeks. Harry swore the kiss was meant to be gentle, but then he found himself nibbling on her bottom lip and soothing the slight sting with his tongue when she whined against him. She pulled away breathlessly and looked over his face, now flushed crimson with their movements.

“I love you too!” She breathily laughed. “Let’s-”

Her thoughts were lost as Harry began to kiss a trail from below her ear and down her neck, one hand squeezing her soft hip and the other holding her head in place as she squirmed (she was a bit ticklish). He sucked and softly bit at the junction between her neck and shoulder as she let out a faint moan at the attention being given to the sensitive skin. She ran her fingers through his loose curls and gently led his head back up to meet her lips. She tenderly rolled her hips against his -his hands quickly following the motion.

“Ah, fuck baby. You’re so fuckin’ sexy m’love,” Harry groaned against her lips. They were breathing in each other's air, hips thrusting against the other and hands grasping at fabric and anywhere they could grab. Harry lowered his hand to cup her hot pussy over her shorts, rubbing his palms against her clothed clit.

“Mmf, please Harry please!” She wanted him so badly, she was this close to ripping his clothes off at the seams.

“What d’you want baby girl? Hmm? Ask me nicely ‘nd maybe I’ll give it to you.”

The air shifted between them. She knew he would give her whatever she wanted, but the power was now in his corner. She whined loudly and bucked her hips up as he teased the waistband of her shorts.

“Don’t be a brat, petal. You won’t like the outcome.” Harry grinned up at her, running his thumb over her bottom lip that had stuck out with a pout. “Why don’t we run upstairs so I can fuck you properly. Tha’ is unless you want to stay down here with a sore bum ‘nd nothin’ else? Hmm, petal?”

“Harry, I swear if you don’t do something I’m going to screa- ah!” Harry’s hand came down on her ass with a loud smack!

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as she scrambled off of his lap and up the stairs to their “guest” bedroom, Harry not far behind. Harry giggled at her antics. Of course he wasn’t planning on leaving her needy and wanting, but she was being bratty and he couldn’t have that now could he?

(Y/n) all but threw herself onto their bed and ripped off her clothing, absolutely desperate for whatever Harry threw her way. She’d ride his thigh if that’s all he’d give her. She was that needy right now.

She scrambled up the bed and sat down with her legs crossed, patiently waiting as Harry stood at the foot of the bed.

“I think 10 swats on your bum are an appropriate punishment for you steppin’ out of line. Don’t you think, baby?”

“Yes, sir.” (Y/n) watched as he walked around the side of the bed. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of shea butter lotion and the pretty pink ribbon she was all too familiar with.

“Lay down on your tummy, petal,” Harry said, setting everything on the table.

(Y/n) quickly laid down, grabbing her pillow and nestling her cheek into it. Harry grabbed one of the extra pillows and shoved it under her hips. He then pulled off the t-shirt and shrugged off his sweats, leaving him in a pair of heather gray briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

“You’ve such a pretty bum, sweetheart. ‘M so excited to see it marked up with my hand marks,” Harry caressed and massaged her cheeks carefully. “Count aloud for me, lovie.”

(Y/n) was about to answer when Harry’s hand came down on her left cheek, hard. “One!” She squeaked out.

“D’you know why you’re bein’ punished, lovie?” Smack!

“Ah! Two! Yes sir! I was being bad earlier. I was being naughty and begging without saying please!”

Harry rubbed over the sore area. “Very good, baby. Are you going to do it again?” Smack! Smack! Smack! Three spanks came in succession.

“Three! Fou-, Four! Five! No, Sir! I won’t!” She squirmed and hid her face in the pillow as her grip tightened on the material. She was a bit embarrassed at the fact that she was already getting teary eyed, but it had been a second since she'd been punished like this.

Harry paused and moved her hair out from around her face. “How are you doin’ (Y/n)? Gimme a color, please.”

“Green, Harry. I’m good, please keep going.” She wiggled and lifted her ass up towards Harry's other hand.

“Okay, lovie. Just makin’ sure.” Harry quickly kissed her cheek then pushed her head back into the pillow. She moaned loudly at the forcefulness.

The rest of the spanks came and went, leaving both of them breathless and stinging. Harry reached up and grabbed (Y/n) by the hair to pull her on all fours, his other hand removing the pillow from under her hips before running his fingers over her pussy.

“Y’not gonna do tha’ again, are you, petal?” He said smugly.

“No sir,” She hiccupped.

A jolt ran through her as he gathered her wetness and began circling her clit with two fingers.

“So sensitive, petal. Bet you almost came jus’ from me spankin’ you. Maybe you don’ need my cock after all? Maybe I should jus’ take care of myself and leave you here, what d’you think, petal? ”

She let out a pitiful moan. (Y/n)’s whole body was shaking; she was desperately trying not to come, her arms were shaking from holding herself up, and her breath was shaking from the stimulation of it all. She was almost there, almost ready to come when Harry suddenly let go of her hair and stopping playing with her pussy. Her arms gave out under her as she whined desperately at the loss of stimulation.

“Please! No, don’t leave me!” She sobbed. “I need it! Please give me your cock sir! I’ll be so good, I won’t come without askin’ please! Ple-”

“Okay, shh baby. Shh, ‘m gonna make y’feel so good. Y’such a good girl f’me.”

Harry leaned down and kissed up her spine gently. As he reached the base of her neck he grabbed the pink ribbon and ran it teasingly over her shoulders. “Color?”

She sniffled a bit before answering confidently, “Green, sir.”

“Tha’s my girl.” He pulled her up so she was kneeling and grabbed her arms, skillfully tying a cute little bow around her wrists. She wiggled a bit to make sure it was comfortable. Once she was settled, Harry pushed her back down into the pillow.

“What a sight. Must’ve been savin’ this for a rainy day, huh petal?”

She snorted at his joke but was quickly silenced by his finger sinking into her pussy. She hissed at the sensation, already a bit sensitive from the first orgasm he denied her.

“Y’always so warm for me, lovie. So warm ‘n tight. Can’t wait for my cock, can you?”

She whined and pushed back on his fingers as he added another, thrusting in and curling to find her g-spot. “Please! I’ve been so good, I’m ready!”

He chuckled at her begging, letting his thumb pet over her clit again before pulling his fingers out of her after one final thrust. “Y’think you’re ready, baby girl? I know I am.”

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “I’m ready, I promise.”

Harry used the wetness he had gathered from fingering her and stroked himself a few times, exhaling heavily as some pressure was finally released. He grabbed the ribbon where her wrists were tied and lined himself up, pushing gently into her soaked cunt.

They both released a guttural moan as he moved in her; her walls tightening around him and his length rubbing inside her perfectly.

As she felt him bottom out she let out a sob that was stuck in her chest. “Fu-ck. Thank you! You feel so fuck-fucking good!” He growled in response, reaching around and playing with her clit again while he waited for her to get accustomed to his size. She choked out another moan and squirmed, crying “Please! You can move now, please fuck me!”

He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained in her cunt, and then thrusted back in experimentally. Her moan spurred him on, allowing him to continue to set a slow and rough pace.

“Holy fuck, bunny. Y'feel so good,” Harry grit through his teeth. “I love this fuckin’ cunt, this ‘s all fo’ me, huh?”

She moaned and nodded as she squeezed his cock as tight as she could like a good girl. She wanted to behave, be his good girl. (Y/n) wiggled her hands at him as he continued to thrust. He got the hint and laced his fingers with hers. She let out a contented sigh that melted into a moan as his thrusting sped up. He loosened one of his hands from her grasp to reach down and stroke her button of nerves.

She wailed in response, tears brimming in her eyes again from the overwhelming sensations attacking her. Harry was all that existed. He surrounded her, stopped playing with her bundle of nerves and reached his hand up to wrap around her neck, pulling her up to meet his kisses. All she could feel, smell, taste as he paused thrusting to slide his tongue into her mouth before slamming back into her and letting her drop back into the pillow.

“Sh-shit baby girl. I can feel y'squeezin me, you’re almost there aren’t you?” She nodded in response, unable to form words. “Hold it jus’ a bit longer, I know you can do it. Fo’ me please, petal. Wanna feel tha’ cunt come with me.”

She shuddered as she fought to hold her orgasm back. Her cunt clenched and dripped down her thighs as Harry pounded into her as quickly as he possibly could without hurting either of them.

“N-now! Come now, petal! Give it to me, baby. Come for me!”

(Y/n) came with a shout, her eyes shut as tightly as possible. Her whole body clamped down onto Harry’s cock as she came and came and came. Her orgasm pulled Harry’s out of him, milking him for everything he had. One final thrust had him filling her with his cum, both moaning at the feeling of her pussy being filled even more.

She slumped into the pillow, body feeling like pudding. Harry leaned over her as they both took a moment to catch their breaths, both spent and relaxed after their afternoon delight. Harry recovered first, gently pulling out of her cunt. She clenched around him as he left her, almost as if she was inviting him to stay.

He quickly untied her wrists, mind set on dealing with his spilled seed later. He delicately rubbed the tender area, gently kissing the indentations.

“Y’did so good for me, (Y/n), thank you baby,” he whispered to her. She looked at him with foggy eyes, the afterglow finally settling in. She hummed in acknowledgment of his praise, smiling softly at him. “I’ll be ri’ back, petal. I’ve gotta go grab stuff to clean you up.”

He ran as quickly as possible to grab water bottles and snacks from downstairs, before stopping for a wet washcloth and a change of clothes for her on the way back. He set the food and spoons on the bedside table before cracking open a water bottle for her.

“Can you sit up a mo’? I know your bum’s a bit sore.” He helped her sit up enough to drink the water he gave her. As she gulped down the water, thankful for the cool drink to sooth her heated throat, he gently wiped up the mess he made of her pussy. He ran and tossed the cloth into their ensuite sink, quickly returning to his love.

“Can I rub some shea butter on your bum and wrists? It’ll help with the soreness, lovie.”

She sleepily nodded before asking “Could you please pull my hair back? It’s sweaty and itchy now.”

He laughed at her cloudy state and grabbed one of their scrunchies off of the dresser and carefully tied up her hair. He then pumped some lotion into his hands, warmed it slightly and guided her to lay down on her tummy again so he could soothe the red marks. After a few moments, when her fogginess had cleared and they were giggling and cracking jokes as he jiggled her bum in his hands, he helped her get up and walk to the toilet so she could relieve and redress herself before heading to their bedroom with the snacks.

(Y/n) climbed into bed, mindful of her sore bum, and excitedly grabbed the remote to turn on a movie for the couple to unwind to. Harry followed closely with two pints of ice cream and spoons -Chunky Monkey for her and Karamel Sutra for himself. They giggled again and settled down under the blanket as the opening scene to Clueless started on their television.

Taking a bite of the ice cream, (Y/n) looked over at her boyfriend. “Hey Har?” He looked at her, mouth full. “Thank you for getting us ice cream even though there was a storm. And for letting me read to you. I hope you enjoyed your prize.” She winked at him with a huge grin.

Heartily laughing, he leaned over and landed a loud smooch onto her cheek. “Of course, anything for you my love.”

As she cuddled into his side, snacking on ice cream and watching this cheesy rom-com, he knew he needed to find a reason to excuse himself to the closet that evening.

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day6imagines · 7 years

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Sunday Morning

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word count; 800

genre; fluff - too much fluff, soft, fluffy wonpil

summary - Wonpil fluff where you both spend a lazy Sunday, cuddling and enjoying each others presence.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as the bright, morning sunlight streamed through the blinds. She lazily rolled onto her right side to be faced with Wonpil. His eyes were still shut, but you could see a small smile on his lips. After Y/N lay there for a few minutes just happily staring at her boyfriend, his eyes slowly opened. “Morning,” Wonpil said, his morning voice deep. He coughed to clear his throat. Y/N scooted closer to him, placing her hand in his disheveled hair to smooth it out. Wonpil grinned goofily at her whilst she had her hand in his hair.

Taking Y/N by surprise, Wonpil picked her up by the waist causing her to laugh. She closed their heads closer together, placing a small and soft kiss onto Wonpil’s forehead. He wrapped his arms tightly and lovingly around Y/N’s back, holding both of them in a warm embrace.

A few moments of comfortable and peaceful cuddling was interrupt with the buzzing of Wonpil’s phone. He sighed as he rolled over to the bedside locker to pick up his phone. Y/N moved back over to her side of the bed while Wonpil read his texts. Wonpil’s brows scrunched together as he read the message.

“What’s up?” Y/N asked, propping herself up with one elbow.

“It’s about meeting the guys for movies today,” Wonpil replied, looking up at Y/N. She lay back down and swung her arm around Wonpil and nestled her head into the bedsheets.

“I don’t want to go, I want to stay here and cuddle all day,” Wonpil pouted, looking at Y/N and then back at his phone.

“It’s up to you,” Y/N said, her voice muffled.

“I’ll cancel. I’ll just say that you're sick and I want to stay here with you,” Wonpil decided, immediately typing back a reply as to why he was cancelling on meeting up.

“I just said you had a tummy bug and that I would have to stay and take care of you,” Wonpil stated, shutting his phone closed and turning back around to face Y/N. She stifled a giggle at Wonpil’s excuse as to why he was last minute cancelling. However, this cute and foolish side to her boyfriend was something she adored.

“I want to stay like this forever,” he said, wrapping his arms around Y/N once again and snuggling into the crook of her neck. Y/N drew shapes on his shoulder with her index finger, something they had always done. Wonpil enjoyed guessing what she was drawing on his back and would complain if he couldn't guess correctly. Wonpil playfully pinched Y/N’s face and scrunched his nose at the adorableness.

“D’you want some coffee?” Y/N asked, leaning closer to Wonpil. He nodded his head in agreement, causing his already messy hair to look even more unkempt. They stared at each other for some time, both content with just one another's presence. Y/N cherished Wonpil’s deep brown orbs and the life and stories they held. She loved how dark they could sometimes be; sometimes so dark almost black and other days they looked bright, with flecks of gold and orange evident in them. Wonpil adored everything about Y/N too, particularly the freckles dotted delicately over her nose and the small mole beneath her right eye.

Y/N pushed herself up from underneath the cosy mess of bedsheets and swung her feet down on to the floorboards. Wonpil gently grasped her wrists in an attempt to bring her back, but Y/N smiled and shook her head. “Come on, let’s get some breakfast,” Y/N announced, shrugging her dressing gown on. Wonpil playfully rolled his eyes defeated, following Y/N out of the bedroom and into the small kitchen of their shared apartment.

Both of them happily went about their usual morning routine of shuffling about the kitchen. Y/N usually put on tea or coffee while Wonpil usually chopped up fruit, poured cereal into bowls or on occasions, made pancakes.

Neither of them had any plans to do anything that day, not that either of them wanted to. They had decided to just enjoy their Sunday with each other's company.

After clearing up from a nice, simple breakfast both Wonpil and Y/N padded back into the bedroom and lay back down. They decided to watch some films that afternoon. This resulted in conflict, since they both enjoyed different genres of films. After brief, yet playful bickering, Wonpil and Y/N finally came to an agreement and settled on some new, highly acclaimed thriller. Wonpil had an arm draped around Y/N’s petite shoulders. She snuggled closer into him, slinking an arm over his stomach. Moments like these were when both were most happiest. All they needed was each other's presence and nothing more.

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solohux · 7 years

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ABO verse: when Hux gets pregnant with Kylo's pups, he has vivid dreams of the future, of what their children will look like and sound like.

Kylo has told him that he may see some snippets of the future whilst pregnant. “They’re Force-sensitive,” Kylo had said, rubbing over Hux’s pregnant tummy one evening, feeling thekicks of the twins beneath his touch. “Ican feel it. They’re making your mind more adept to feel the Force.”

And as Hux opens his eyes to stare down at two littlefigures playing in a wide, green meadow, he knows this is the future thatawaits him. The children—a boy and a girl—chase after each other through thelong grass, laughing and leaping after one another. Hux can’t help but smile ashe sits down atop the hill he’s found himself on, watching his twins play.

Both the same height, both children look incredibly happy,their laughs and cries sending flutters across Hux’s chest. The girl’s messyred hair wafts around her as she runs, brushing it out of her freckled face asshe tries to avoid her brother, a tiny black cape whipping behind her. The boy’shair looks a little darker—almost brown to Hux’s eyes—and is short, though mostof it is hidden underneath a small version of a pilot’s helmet.

“Mother!” The girl shouts, throwing her arms in the air,waving at Hux. “Mama! Come play!”

The boy leaps upon his sister, pinning her to the groundroughly, shouting ‘I win! I win!’ asthe girl laughs.

“Roux! Elora! Play nice.”

Hux turns and looks up, seeing Kylo approaching him, hisdark hair tied back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, but Hux can’ttake his eyes off the third child held in his alpha’s arms.

“They promised they’d stop play-fighting,” Kylo says,sitting down next to Hux, the small boy in his arms cuddled close to his chest.“Triplets, eh.”

“T-trip—” Huxgapes, eyes wide, hand instinctively going to touch his flat belly.

“Mama,” a small voice says, and Hux feels the patting of asmall hand against his arm. “Hugs.”

“Here,” Kylo says. “Jace wants you. I’ll entertain theother little rascals.”

Arms open, the boy leaps over into his mother’s arms,quickly settling down with a content hum as Kylo skids down the hill to wherethe other two await.

The boy—Jace—looks so much like Kylo. His hair is dark,tiny freckles and moles dot over his cheeks, his ear stick out ever soslightly, but his green eyes are Hux’s; sparklingwith a curiosity that Kylo has spoken about seeing in the omega’s eyes. Jacenestles himself in Hux’s arms, his thumb finding its way into his mouth.

Hux smiles, kissing the top of the boy’s head, feeling awarmth spreading through him, ignoring the fact that this is the first time he’s seen these children, buthe can feel his attachment to them, feel Kylo’s protectiveness of themradiating through their bond.

“Oh no!” Kyloshouts suddenly, and Hux looks up with worry, only to see Kylo lying in thegrass, Elora and Roux climbing on him. “The knight and the pilot have beaten me!They’re too strong together! Oh, stars,help me, Hux!”

“Papa, you’re so silly,” Elora laughs, taking hold of herbrother’s hand. “We need Jacey to help!”

Jace whimpers at the sound of his name and Hux rocks him,almost being able to sense his shyness.

“Should we go and help Elora and Roux, Jace? They need you,”Hux smiles as he feels the names of his children on his tongue for the firsttime, and they feel—and sound—absolutely wonderful.

“Okay, Mama,” Jace nods, words muffled slightly by histhumb in his mouth. “But, they aren’t hurting Papa, are they?”

“No, darling,” Hux says, standing up, resting his son onhis hip, and walks over to where the rest of his family are.

Kylo smiles at him; a big grin showing all of his teeth,and Hux melts just like he did the first time. Elora and Roux giggle, theirbrown eyes deep and emotional justlike their father’s.

If this is the future that waits for him and Kylo, then Huxcan’t wait to get started.

Hux wakes the next morning to the feeling of Kylo’s warmhands stroking across his tummy, fingers tracing over the stretch marks on hisskin.

“Sorry,” Kylo whispers, leaning over to kiss his omegasoftly on the cheek. “Did I wake you? Or was it the twin’s kicks?”

Hux sighs, smiles, one word beaming around his mind like abeacon in the darkness.

“Triplets.”

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