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⌗︙・gangster geto ⸜⸜・

one thing gangster geto does is sitting manspread while holding his crotch. he looks like a slut but he doesn't care because he has you. his eyes are clouded with smoke and he can't say that he enjoys the company of his friends. but that all dissappears when he sees you running up at him. the bar he's sitting in is creepy that's why you try to get to him as fast as possible. his eyes turn soft and his arms stretch out so you can jump on his lap. he hugs you close to his body, kissing your cheek. all of his friends look pissed off to have you at the meeting but he's more than delighted to have you with him. he can see the looks his friends are giving you - hungry and jealous. he quickly places his hand right where your butt ends so push your skirt against your body.

"i missed you, suguru." you say, kissing him on the lips. he smiles into the kiss, his tongue meeting yours. his other hand travels to your neck and he squeezes it. he can't help but to breathe in your scent, his cock getting harder. he unzips his pants, pulling out his cock. you gasp at the gesture as you try to hide his cock with your body.

"i need to be inside of you." he whispers into your ear. geto pushes your panties to the side before burying himself inside of you. you try not to moan and you only let out a breath against his neck.

"what are you looking at?" geto growls at his friends, "the meeting can continue."

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nanami is the kind of bf to hold every door open for you ever :/ like u will not touch a door handle if he’s around you

like even before the two of you started dating he would hold the door open, giving you a small smile and saying ‘no problem’ when you thank him.

he’s locking the car doors when he steps out for the sole purpose of being able to open the passenger door for you.

“you shouldn’t have to worry about things like that, not when I’m around” he’s say, looping your arm in his.

nanami kento most gentleman man ever <3 !

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UNDERCUT

a/n: based off a tweet that said gojo would purr if u touched his undercut. listened to peace piece while writing ☆

wc: 0.7k

there is something about lying on sheets that match gojo satoru’s hair, while the gentle breeze of the autumn morning filters through your blinds. there are both birds singing in the trees and butterflies in your stomach from merely having your lover close to you; it’s second nature to wake up and crave his warmth.

undercut’s getting long. we’d have to trim it soon.

and when your silence and thoughts are interrupted by someone’s morning groans and hums from the glare of the tokyo sky, a smile naturally graces your lips. even now, your hand hasn’t stopped brushing through his locks.

“good morning, my love,” the expression he gives matches yours exactly: his chest immediately feels tight when he sees you, morning breath and all, he gets giddy and tingly and wants to kiss you all over. you’re wondering why he hasn’t done it yet.

slow like the morning, slow like these words, satoru props himself up with his elbows, easily reaching for your face before you both sink into a gentle, slow kiss. it’s so sweet that you’re sure it could turn (faux) insult into ardour and you don’t even notice you need air until the both of you break away and giggle softly at your flushed faces. 

“your undercut is growing fast, y’know. we’d have to cut it soon,” the tips of your fingers run over the short strands of hair subconsciously, mouth gaping open a little when satoru closes his eyes and hums at the feeling.

“do it again.”

you laugh, “okay,” and you do, softly guiding your hands over the fuzzy hairs and gaining content sighs and soft moans from the man. gojo has to hide in your stomach, needing to be closer to you as you continue your hypnotising gesture.

“like it when your hair’s touched, huh?” the other hums yet again.

“only when my baby’s doing it.” there’s a ghost of a smile in your stomach, possibly from hearing the flutters of the butterflies in your tummy.

his embrace tightens around you when he sits up, towering over you now as the sky turns dark for a morning shower. fickle-minded weather, satoru would say, click his tongue and shake his head and you grin harder imagining it; your lovers asks why.

“nothing, just thinking.”

“of me? you better be, darling,” gojo thumbs your waist under the shirt you’re wearing, sleep still evident in his voice in the way he slurs his words — it could also be that he’s terribly, deeply in love with you and is simply high off of your presence.

and if that wasn’t the case before, it is now when he leans in again for a rougher kiss, moaning into your mouth as you continue to stroke his undercut. he can taste the sun on your mouth and the imminent rain to come all on you.

“i love you like how poets write,” satoru whispers against your lips in between kisses, and he runs hot, the back of his neck heating up from how much he adores you; it almost burns like flames licking at paper. “how the rain chases the sun.”

gojo tears a little because how the fuck would he have gotten this much love under the home of one of the most powerful clans? essentially nothing — and now he has the closest resemblance of a deity in his arms who knows exactly how many spoons of sugar he likes in his tea and how kikufuku is made from one of his rambles.

“you’re okay, i got you.” you mumble, fingers prepared at his eyes (you heard him sniffle). “i love you too.” 

gojo’s heart is full when you reply to his confession, kissing you again (favourite thing in the world) and stifling smiles as the rain makes its first fall in the serenity of your room. he thinks of declaring his love, but is certain his love would overflow later at breakfast, at reading hour, at movie night.

satoru merely settles for calling you his sweet, sweet girl in between saccharine pecks and making sure he loves you louder than that morning downfall and every other downpour that’s sure to come.

if you know me i think you’ll know i have a problem with this gojo obsession

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Look at me, Look at me

MDNI 18+

CW: Forced eye contact

Boys who like to fuck you in missionary because they get to watch the way you fall apart on their cock. One hand holds your jaw keeping you in place while the other pins your hands together above your head. He’s focused as he stares at you with lust pooling in his eyes. His cock plunges in and out of you leaving you withering beneath him. Your eyes flutter open and shut as the pleasure overtakes you. His grip on your jaw tightens.

“Keep your eyes on me doll” he demands. 

You feel weak from his thrust. You manage to open your eyes just enough to look up at him. His stare is unfaltering. You feel yourself growing shy under his stare. Your eyes glide down his body, watching the way his abs flex with each thrust.

“Look at me” He growls “Now” 

You whine at his demand. He likes to watch every emotion that crosses your face. He loves the way your nose scrunches up just a bit whenever he pushes his cock deeper between your folds. The whimpers you let out along with the tears forming on your waterline leave him yearning for you more and more by the second.

“You want to cum on my cock don’t you?”

You nod your head vigorously. Your brain feels  clouded with thoughts of only him. 

“Please” you slur out

“Then keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Your eyes manage to meet his. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands. His cock stretches you out so perfectly. The way he feels inching into you, cock massaging your gummy walls leaves you feeling weak. Your legs tremble as his thrust picks up speed. 

“Please, Please, Please” you were begging for a release. 

“Go ahead doll, make a mess on my cock, just keep your eyes on me while you do it”

Toji, Matsukawa, Osamu, Sukuna, Daichi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Getou, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Tendou, Nanami, Sakusa, Ushijima (I said what I said)

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when he comes back up from between your thighs for a breather, his eyes notice your clutched hands at your sides, nails digging into your palm and he wasn’t having it. leaning down to continue from where he left, he takes your hands in his and places it on his head, a gesture telling you to just pull his hair already.

or or or!!!!!!

he entwines your fingers with his, placing kisses on your wrist, your palm or wherever possible.

“fuck baby, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind”

that was the last thing he said before diving down between your thighs to resume his ministrations.

eren jaeger, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, gojo satoru, miya atsumu, aki hayakawa, matsukawa issei (all characters aged up!)

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✩ ˛˚ . 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓣𝓔𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓞 𝓑𝓔 𝓐𝓢𝓛𝓔𝓔𝓟 𝓐𝓡𝓞𝓤𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓜 & 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡 𝓒𝓗𝓘𝓛𝓓𝓡𝓔𝓝 feat. JUJUTSU KAISEN!

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ characters: gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento & geto suguru!

warnings! sfw, dad!au, all characters written age 22+, f!reader (they’re referred to as ‘mommy’) ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! guys i literally found these hcs written & finished at the very bottom of my drafts so i’m posting idc, theyre v old & short so they may suck but pls accept my love!

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU

you hear him gossiping to your daughter who’s only a toddler when they return home, hearing her gasp dramatically at his words as they get closer. “sweet thi— oh?” gojo cuts himself off, followed by a few seconds of silence before you hear him whisper “hm, looks like mommy’s all tired out, princess. maybe we should just forget movie night and eat dessert before dinner.”

his words are goading and you try to hide the pout on your lips when they’re followed by a few of his heavy footsteps as he approaches you, like he’s trying to size you up for a reaction — looking for it as he pays careful attention to your features like he doesn’t have ever inch of you mapped out by memory.

it seems like an instant before they’re by the side of the couch, crouching down slightly to place a gentle kiss to your cheek, soft despite the way his lips linger on the skin as they move against you — enough for you to be able to feel the signature smirk you can only assume paints his pretty features right.

“really, sweet girl? i thought you knew me better than to pretend to be asleep.” gojo drawls and you almost jolt when he whips the blanket off of you with a gasp. “awake? all this time? princess i just don’t think they wanted to watch movies with us.” his tone laced with teasing as his lips curl into a smug grin — while you watch him turn to your daughter with a hand on his hip, yes you’re roped into it, not that you’re complaining.

✩ ˛˚ . ITADORI YUUJI

you hear their shared footsteps running up the hall as you quickly pull the blanket over your body, closing your eyes just as they burst through the door, closely followed by a gasp from your husband before you hear your son copy him — you always found it charming the way he truly seen him as his idol.

“oh no, mommy’s asleep so we gotta be quiet okay?” yuuji whisper shouts, a smaller voice piping up after with a just as excitable “bu’ you said we should never sleep with no goodnigh’ kiss.” your son tries to whisper back and you want to laugh at how loud they’re both talking while also trying to be quiet.

“you’re right! good job remembering!” you’re trying your best to bite back the smile you can feel twitch at your lips — the interaction making you feel warm in the best sort of way, but you hear them both begin to approach you before there’s a suspicious silence and you wonder if you’ve been caught.

“okay you go first then i’ll go!” you finally hear your husband say and you want to smile when you feel your sons lips press against your cheek before he pulls away again, whispering as he does “goodnigh’ mommy” followed by yuuji’s shortly after with a “goodnight baby.” hearing them leave after with a very quiet high five “wanna play a game now?”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO

you hear your husband’s chuckle as he returns home from picking up your daughter from school, your daughter rambling about what she learned before they enter the living room, noticing you asleep on the couch before nanami shushes her gently.

“how about you tell me all about it in the kitchen, princess? let’s let your mom rest.” he grumbles and it’s silent for a moment until you hear a cabinet close, feeling the familiar touch of your husbands lips on your skin when he leans down to place a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“sleep well, sweetheart.” nanami breathes, calloused thumb smoothing over your cheek soothingly incase he woke you, but allowing your daughter to kiss the same place he did before she’s copying her dads movements and tracing over the same spot with her smaller hand.

“that’s it, good job, princess. you want to help daddy make them some tea?” he grumbles, followed by a whispered “yes” before they move quietly to the kitchen.

✩ ˛˚ . FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

it’s quiet when you hear megumi and your daughter return home from school, her smaller hand still wrapped in his bigger one as he carries her pink bag pack over his shoulder with a pout on his lips (he knows he spoils her).

but as soon as they meet your figure draped so dreamily on the couch, pretending to be asleep — all sound dies down before you’re only met with light shuffling, the noise accompanied by the feeling of a soft blanket being draped over you a few moments later.

“like this.” megumi whispers, tucking it underneath you gently, he’s being careful not to wake you and you can’t deny the way it makes your heart swell. but not as much as it does when you feel the same movements on the other side — except by a smaller pair of hands this time and you can almost imagine the soft, proud smile on his face with the little. “is mommy warm now?”

your daughter tries to whisper, the sound comes out a little louder than intended, but you don’t mind when you hear your husband huff out a laugh after. “almost.” megumi hums, silence following his words before you feel him rest his lips along your forehead a few moments later with a soft breath. “there, perfect.”

✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU

you hear the gentle of hum of geto’s soft laugh as he returns home with your daughter after the school run, both of their shared footsteps shuffling down the hallway as you work to quickly make yourself look comfortable on the couch. you lie back, pulling the blankets up to your chin just a few moments before their careful steps stop in the doorway, followed by a gentle shhh from your dark haired boyfriend as you hear them both fall silent.

“is mommy sleeping?” your daughter asks before it’s followed by a set of heavy steps—confirming that’s it’s exactly who you think it is when you sense his presence squat down at the side of the couch as his dark eyes probably settle on your features.

“seems that way.” geto grunts and you give it a few moments, hoping he hasn’t picked up on your little act before you feel his fingertips brush along your cheek, followed by a sigh before he’s falling into his place beside you softly. he moves you carefully until you’re pressed in his lap and you feel his other arm raise as your daughter asks “what’re you doing?” despite the way she approaches anyway.

“hm? i think i should get to cuddle with my favourite girls. cmeer.” and you think maybe you should keep up your little act a while longer as you nuzzle yourself into his chest with a content sigh when his lips press softly against your temple. but then he speaks against your skin and you can’t help the way you have to bite back a grin. “you really think you can trick me, pretty girl? i thought you knew me better than that.”

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Calling Them “Bro” After Sex - Dabi

♫ pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x f!reader

♫ word count: 1.3k

♫ warnings: y’all are married, praise kink, biting, breeding, daddy kink, use of “good girl”, no bleeding but mention of blood, brief acknowledgment of Touya’s self-destructive tendencies/allusion to suicide, this is ridiculously self-indulgent & I refuse to apologize for it

♫ notes: listen, idk. I have a few of these I’ve been working on when I can’t write anything else, bc I just think it’s a funny concept. this one got a teensy bit serious for a second & then it got sappy, bc I have too many feelings about Touya. so, sue me <33

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Touya! M’gon–ah..!”

“That’s it, doll,” he rasps, letting out a particularly lewd groan when he feels your walls clamp down around his cock as it pumps in and out of your spasming cunt. “Shit, you feel s’fuckin’ good, baby.”

His warm breath tickles your ear as he drapes himself over your back, the staples adorning his seams pressing against your skin while his arms wind around your middle and his teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder.

It always feels like this with Touya: like he’s trying to consume you. But that’s only because you’re consuming him. His time, his energy, his every waking thought. Your love is eating him alive and he doesn’t wanna stop you. He just wants to even up the score a little.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmurs through grit teeth, trying to hold onto his senses long enough to hear you beg.

“Want you. N-need you to cum inside me, daddy, please. Fill me up, Touya. Breed me. Give it to me, p-please!”

A wicked smile tugs at the corners of his mouth when you oblige, giving him everything he wants and more even as your knees shake and you have to bolster yourself against the wall with your forearms.

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls the praise before his breath is stolen from him, ripped away as he empties himself deep inside of you with a primal growl.

His hips stutter and he holds you tighter still, his forehead pressing against your shoulder for fear he would have drawn blood had he bitten you again. He pants against your spine, sinful sounds slipping onto your skin and off again, carried by the beads of sweat generated from your spontaneous afternoon romp in the living room.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he sighs when he finally straightens himself up.

The tip of his nose trails along the top of your spine, moving across the nape of your neck before he nuzzles his face into your hair. His tired, blissed out eyes hang heavy and half-lidded, so he briefly lets them close while he places a long kiss to the top of your head.

“Better me than yourself, I s’pose,” you half tease, half prod at the elephant that’s always in the room with the two of you. His lips curl into an almost imperceptible smile.

“I love you,” he hums against your scalp before relinquishing you from his grasp and reluctantly withdrawing himself.

“I love you too,” you softly reply as you let yourself linger against the wall for half a beat longer while you summon the strength to peel yourself away from it.

He bends down to swipe his discarded shirt off of the floor and unceremoniously begins to wipe himself clean.

That’s when you hit him with the, “Good talk, bro,” which is punctuated by a playful swat to his behind.

“What?” He whips around to look at you in clear and utter disbelief of the words that just left your mouth. He’s positively indignant in the most adorable way. Not that adorable was a word that many people used to describe Touya, but it’s one that you found yourself able to use often with how expressive he allowed his face to be when it was just the two of you. This was no exception.

“I said, ‘Good talk, bro’,” you shrug, as if that’s all there is to it. Playing dumb to continue to get a rise out of your partner, who was no stranger to being a smartass.

“No, yeah, I fuckin’ heard ya. I just don’t understand who in the hell you’re calling ‘bro’.” He tosses his shirt aside on the couch and now he’s just standing there, stark naked in the middle of the living room, eyes narrowed squarely at you.

“It’s just a nickname,” you explain as you retrieve your underwear from the floor, turning away so that he can’t see the amused smile on your face.

“I’m also well aware of what a nickname is, doll.” He snatches up his boxers, stepping back into them to cross his arms. You can still feel his eyes on you as you grab your shirt, so you glance over your shoulder and feign innocence when you turn back around.

“What?” You laugh, pulling your shirt back on as you maintain your oblivious act. “What’s wrong with me calling you that?”

“My dick was just inside you.” He deadpans.

“And?”

“And?!” He balks, sounding like he might have choked on the rest of the words he intended to say as his eyes quickly dart around the room. It seemed like he might be searching for who exactly you think that you’re talking to, because he knows that it certainly couldn’t be him.

But his eyes return to your face and he just blinks at you, stunned almost into silence. Almost.

“And so I’m not your ‘bro’!” He says indignantly as he tosses up his hands, palms lifted towards the ceiling before they clap down at his sides again.

“What are you then?” You take a step closer, wearing a challenging expression that thoroughly confuses him.

His body responds differently than his brain. His brain doesn’t quite know how to respond, but his dick does. Despite having just emptied himself into you, it twitches, threatening to stir to life again as he narrows his eyes down at your face, cursing himself for what had to be the thousandth instance of him wishing that he wasn’t so painfully attracted to you. Even when you were being a brat.

He was used to being the one riling you up. He was good at it. Great at it, actually. On the battlefield or off, he knew how to poke at just about anyone the right way to get a reaction out of them and, apparently, you’ve managed to pick up a thing or two by watching him. He hasn’t decided yet if he loves it or hates it, but he’s leaning towards the former.

“I’m your husband.”

You smile, looking sweet as ever when you step closer still and reach up to cup his stapled cheeks in your hands. The pads of your thumbs run along the healthy skin that remains between the seams on his face and you swear that you see those areas flush, but you don’t comment. He doesn’t like when you draw attention to the effect that you have on him, despite how obvious it may be.

“You are my husband..” you say softly, guiding his face closer. His hands find your waist, strong arms slipping around your middle as he pulls you flush against him, hanging off of your every word.

His flames could melt anything, but only you could make him melt this way.

“And I’m so lucky to be able to call you that. So lucky to be able to call you mine,” you whisper, words as soft and warm as your lips against his when you kiss him.

“M’lucky that you put up with me.” You add with a giggle, eyes still closed as your mouth lingers on his and you can feel the stretch of his mismatched lips as he mirrors your truly infectious grin.

He wraps his arms around your entire form, cradling you against his chest while your hands move to his pecs. You rest your head to listen to the music of his heart beating and his eyes fall closed while he just holds you. Just enjoys you for a moment. He promised you forever and he meant it, but he also understood all too well that even forever would never quite be enough time with you.

He kisses your temple and whispers a truth that will always be undeniable in his eyes.

“I’m always gonna be the lucky one, doll.”

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NSFW!!

sukuna has a soft spot for you, especially regarding sex. he’ll never say he wants to fuck you, he says he wants to make love, and every time he does, it’s more mind-blowing than the last.

he takes things slow, almost painfully slow, but it’s all the while worth it in the end. he’s kissing along the side of your neck while making small circles on your inner thigh—bulge pressing firmly on your clothed cunt as he grinds slowly into you. his lips now move to yours, catching you in a heated but passionate kiss. 

your moans become whiny as you now move on your own accord, bucking your hips into his and moving against the thin material that separates your sex.

“hold on, baby,” sukuna moans, smirking slightly against your lips as he moves his hand down to your heat, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit. “i got you.”

when he finally pulls at your panties—pulling them slowly down your thighs, he nearly cums, looking at how strings of your arousal connect to the fabric and your puffy cunt. 

“fuck, look at that. all for me?” he clearly knew it was for him. no one has ever taken care of you the way he has to the point you were soaking through your panties. he just wanted to be reminded that, yes, this was all for him. so you bit your lip and nodded, making him smile as he pulled his cock out—spitting on his hand and smoothing it over his thick length, he pumps it a few times and positions himself between your legs. he rubs the head up and down your slit before pushing into your warm cunt, and it earns a satisfying moan from the both of you. 

finally bottoming out into you—tip reaching the further it could, he bends down and places a tender kiss on your plump lips. pulling away, he looked at you, and you were breathing taking. he took in all your subtle features as if you were the most beautiful being he’s ever laid eyes on. he wanted to keep you close, so he treated you right in every possible way he could, even if that meant blowing your back out when needing to.

“i love you,” he says, eyes dilating with each second his gaze stays on you. he then slowly rocks his hips into yours, swollen tip kissing your g-spot as the thick shaft rubs against your tender walls lovingly. and you whispered an “i love you too” as he fucks you makes love to you until you beg for him to give you a break.

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lee junho seeing youngwoo smile: aw my baby is happy 😊🥰

also lee junho: *sulks in jealousy remembering that another man is the reason for that smile*

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“Holding hands can wait” don’t kill me. Do not kill me. Lee “we have our entire lives ahead of us” Junho. Lee “I don’t ever see us breaking up” Junho. Lee “I like you so much I feel sick” Junho. Lee “that’s disappointing” Junho. Lee “we’re on a date so go away” Junho. Lee “what tf did you say about my girl” Junho. Lee “I’m going to love you even if it’s hard” Junho. Lee Junho bro.

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Lee Jun-ho is hot secretary trope you cannot change my mind. he is just out here with his pretty eyes and his long legs and his broad shoulders! being helpful! smiling!

here Choi Soo-yeon take my coffee i will make more no problem. here Attorney Woo i have some documents let me arrange them for you while i bend over so you can see my big chest. i will roll up my sleeves just so while i am driving so you can see how good my forearms look with my bracelet. i will carry these file boxes so you don’t have to hold anything heavy you can just look at my biceps. he just follows Woo Young-woo around carrying her stuff! (why do you think he went so puppy dog eyed when she tried to carry the boxes for him??? that’s his job!!!)

our girl Woo Young-woo literally takes thirty minutes out of her day to just. Stare At Him. (i love this for her.) everyone in the office has a crush on him this is canon day one. bonus he is also sassy! and a flirt! ‘oh because you got what you wanted youre going to leave now?’ ‘that’s disappointing.’ ‘i think it would be better if you opened your mouth a little.’ ‘you have an eyelash, let me get that for you’ (sir it does not take that long to remove an eyelash i had one today it took TWO seconds. you took TEN.)

Woo Young-woo hardworking attorney calling him at night from the office, he is in bed reading a book in his little pink shirt like oh honey you must be working so hard i miss you. the ultimate Woo Young-woo simp and the hottie of the office i love this for him.

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Hi breezy! Could may order an an tea with cinnamon, Cappuccino? Mabye a little fanfics or Headcanons with Eijirou, shinsou, shoto and mabye aizawa with an reader (fem) who is insecure about their chubby thighs.

Take your time and have a lovely day/night!

Stay healthy!

-Tiniwini

Hi my love, this was such a cute request, and I had fun writing it! I'm such a simp for these boys

cw: body insecurity, fem reader, a tinge of angst, really just pure fluff, some suggestiveness

Eijirou Kirishima

Kiri is the sweetest boy, and his love language is definitely words of affirmation.

Not to mention that he most definitely praises the ground you walk on

You could just breathe, and this man would fawn over your being, spewing on and on about how perfect you are and how lucky he is to have you

So, of course, he is utterly shocked when you mention that you’ve been feeling insecure regarding your plushy thighs

You express to him that it is hard to feel confident about your body when all of the models that you see on instagram have a thigh gap and no stretch marks to be seen

This man just stares at you blankly before melting into a puddle and instantly comes to comfort you

At first, he’s like, “how dare you call my baby anything other than the magnificent goddess she is?” but he moves on to the actual comforting part

He is just so shocked and confused as to how you could see your thighs or anything about yourself as not perfect, and god-forbid unattractive 

He’s definitely the type to lay you down and massage your thighs, whispering soft praises and reveling in how squishy they are

He explains that the models you see are specifically picked to be the extreme of what society considered beauty, and they in no way represent what he sees as beauty and the general public’s appearance.

He encourages you to unfollow the people on instagram who make you feel self-conscious as you don’t need that on your feed.

If he hears you start to talk shit about yourself again, he will one hundred percent bend you over his knee and give you another thing to complain about (in a soft way ofc)

Shoto Todoroki

Okay lets be honest, this man can be an airhead sometimes (a himbo indeed)

So, he probably isn’t going to be the one to notice when you are feeling self conscious or unhappy with your appearance

In his mind, you are the most beautiful and radiant girl on Earth, so why would she feel any different than what she is

However, if you ever let him know how you are feeling, he will 100% give you an honest answer

When you explain that the way your jeans never fit you the way you want them to because of how thick your thighs are, he will simply shoot back by saying that your thighs make the jeans fit you better

I also see him as the kind of person to remind you that you shouldn’t be fitting the clothes, the clothes should be fitting you and that if you are not happy in your clothes, then don’t wear them

He will look you dead in the eye with a serious, set-in-stone face, and tell you all the things he loves about you, and if you try to counter those with your insecurities, he will come back just as hard and begin to list at least 10 ways each of them make him love you more

You guys also bond over each other insecurities, confiding in one another and comforting on another, with no judgment only love.

Shoto is the kind of guy to have his head between your thighs, kissing every inch of skin he can reach and leaving little love bites every once in a while.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Unlike Shoto, Hitoshi is very intuitive and he’s an observer.

He listens to you, he watches you, and he knows you. He notices when you mention a negative thing about your body in a passing conversation, he if you are merely saying it to yourself, and he sees if you stay in front of the mirror clawing at your body like you are a piece of clay you can mold.

So he will definitely confront you on it if he can tell that is hurting you overall

Don’t get me wrong, he respects your boundaries, but it upsets him to see his Kitten so upset over something so stupid and superficial, so if he needs to set some things straight, he will.

He definitely doesn’t want to just spring his questions on your like he is some kind of interrogator, so he will just try and find when you are in your head about your appearance and ask you what's on your mind.

When you confide in him, he’ll try to act surprised, but he saw this coming a mile away.

He will talk you through your insecurities over a cup of coffee, rubbing your thighs firmly while you two sit on the couch.

I totally see him having you strip down to your underwear (or nothing at all ;)), and making you stand in front of the mirror, admiring yourself and pointing out three things that you find attractive.

Like maybe he does that every night, and you are not allowed to repeat a feature from the night before, and if you don’t say it with your chest, then you have to try again

After that, he will do the same thing, pointing out everything (literally everything on your body) that he finds attractive, smothering you with praise, and kissing you wherever he can reach

Shouta Aizawa

Okay, once again, we have another observer on our hands

He knows every inch of your body. Every. Fucking. Inch. So when he observes that you are clearly self-conscious, he is genuinely stumped

He has no idea what it could be

I feel like he is a lot more blunt than Shinsou, needing to confront you on it as soon as possible so he can eradicate whatever insecurity that has you so distraught

When he finds out that it’s your thighs that make you so upset with your body, he is honestly a little sad

He loves your thighs; they’re plush, warm, and make the perfect cushion to nap on

So he makes it his life's goal to make you love your thighs again

He’ll praise them, give massages and kisses, always have at least on hand on them, even while driving, and will always whistle when you wear anything that is close to tight clothing 

He’ll also talk you through your self-doubts, reminding you that its okay to not look like all the K-pop stars, and that all that matters is that your healthy

If you need a little more convincing he will be more than happy to oblige.

Will always be down to leave bruises on your thighs while doing certain, ehm, activities, so that when you look in the mirror you remember that the most important person in your life loves your thighs

a/n: this was super cute, and I'll probably do more characters for this headcanon if it gets popular enough!

[breezybubbles]

y/n's habits skz adore

pairing: stray kids x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food [minho], i haven't found any other warnings, but if you feel like something needs to be mentioned here please don't hesitate to tell me about it!

word count: 1414

💌 author's note: i am on a roll these days hahaha. on a serious note though, i'm enjoying being able to write as much as i am. i think i'm going to upload a request i'm currently working on next! i hope you enjoy reading as always <3

take care of yourselves my darlings <3

💌 you can check out my other works here! enjoy your stay!

chan adores everything you do, but if he had to choose a habit of yours he loves the most? definitely when you play with his hands. it sounds so simple, but to this day, its one of those things that send his heart flying out of his chest, doing somersaults. he's noticed its something you do out of habit, like when you're watching a movie and his hand's on your thigh, you'll slowly start to toy with his fingers and draw little patterns on his palm. or how when you're both sleeping and somehow end up at a distance from each other, you're always holding onto his hand. sometimes when you're both working, you take a hold of his hand and make doodles on it, writing little 'y/n loves chrispy' notes. he probably even has a separate folder in his gallery solely dedicated to the little doodles you make on his hands, he loves them all so much.

minho loves it so much when you offer to cook with him or cook for him. grabbing things off the shelves and handing him utensils whenever you're cooking together. always listening with all your undivided attention, making him feel very special and heard. and when you cook for him? he could marry you right then and there. sure, he loves cooking, especially for people around him, but sometimes he just wishes to be on the receiving end of it too. so when you showed up to practice one day with his favourite meal, he swore he fell in love with you all over again. you were saying something along the lines of 'i'm sorry if it doesn't taste the best, but i just wanted to do this for you so i hope you still like it,' but how was he gonna tell you nothing mattered to him in slightest other than the fact that you went out of your way to do this for him? its become a weekly thing since that very day.

changbin loves when you smile in your sleep at his touch. he usually always tries to get back home to you as early as possible, but there are of course somedays his schedule is too busy and eats up all his time. on days like those, when he comes home, slips into bed next to you; the first touch of his against your skin always has you instantly snuggling into his chest, and he feels your lips stretch out into a beautiful smile against him. it has warmth blooming in the pit of his stomach every time, seeing you recognise him by his touch. some nights if he's lucky, he feels you whisper his name, pulling at his heartstrings. now whenever he sees you smile at him, his mind flashes back to how you smile at him in your sleep, and he's blushing, wanting to coo at you and pinch your cheeks. but he refuses to let you know of this, he only wants to keep it to himself; he falls in love a little more every time it happens.

hyunjin loves it when you literally do anything to his hair in anyway, shape or form. you've always been very vocal about your love for his hair, constantly running your fingers through it whenever possible, recommending him new colours and styles, even tying it up for him and braiding some strands whenever you could. one particular little habit he gushes over every time though, is when your hand subconsciously travels upto his hair, pushing it behind his ears for him. every single time you do it he falls in love a little more, and you do it often. when he's painting and he's got paint all over his hands, you watch him struggle for a moment before he turns to you for help with his lower lip jutted out and you make quick work of fixing his hair; when you wake him up in the morning you stroke his hair and get it out of his face to plant kisses; or when he pulls away from kissing you and your hand rests on that one spot where his jaw meets his neck after you push his hair back.

jisung loves it when you sleep talk. he first noticed it when you came over to his studio and ended up falling asleep while waiting for him to finish up. you'd started mumbling incoherent words at first, so he'd turned towards you, asking if you were okay. the moment you'd heard his voice you'd called out his name and told him you loved him. even to this day, he smiles thinking about the way you'd said his name that evening. you used to talk pretty often before, but these days you just do it once in a while. and if jisung's there to witness it happening? he will indulge in a conversation with you every time, almost forgetting that you're actually sleeping. every time you hear his voice, your reaction sends his heart whirring. you smile at his voice whenever he speaks, and tell him you love him. this habit of yours is something he swears he'll only keep to himself, never even once mentioning it to you, and he really doesn't plan to either.

felix loves it when you plant kisses on his face. more specifically his freckles. when the two of you had began dating, he'd noticed your fascination with the little dots, when you'd touch his cheeks and gaze at him with adoration. he still remembers the day you'd pointed at each of them, smiling and giggling as you named them after stars and constellations. 'lix there's stars on your face, so pretty,' he remembers you saying one night. there's never a day where you forget to mention just how beautiful you find his bare face. every single night, before bed, you kiss your favourite 'stars' goodnight, then turn to him and whisper a 'goodnight lix, i love you and all your stars,' with a kiss to his lips and he feels like he's over the moon. you've been doing this same thing for almost as long as he's been dating you, and every night he lays there, next to you, a swarm of butterflies in his stomach and nothing but love for you in his heart.

seungmin is so fond of the little notes you leave for him all around the house. usually you wake up & get out of the house earlier than he does, so it gives practically no time for you both to communicate, the only time being at night, after work. it sucks not being able to wake up with you, but your 'morning seungmo, i hope you have an amazing day, remember i love you the most :3' always makes up for it. sometimes you make him an iced coffee, & leave it in the fridge with a note. you slip in notes into his work bag, and he especially loves the notes you hand him when you visit him at work. he's probably never going to tell you this, but he has a box under the bed, where he keeps all the notes you give him. reading those notes makes him feel so special, and now they're such a crucial part of his day, he feels really empty without them if they're not there. he even writes about them in his journal, at the end of each entry he writes about your notes for the day. he adores it so much, he probably cannot describe it in words.

jeongin loves it when you help him choose an outfit every morning. clothing is something he puts effort into, & his fashion sense is something he takes pride in, so for you to join in on this activity he adores? skimming through his closet to find clothing articles you like, asking him to try on an outfit you'd been planning in your head since the previous night, sometimes purposely picking out sleeveless shirts just so you get to ogle at his arms, also sneaking clothes from his side of the closet to yours, then clapping your hands and cheering for him after you guys manage to find 'the outfit', proceeding to help him style his hair, choose accessories and pick out shoes; he really doesn't think he could possibly love you anymore than he does in those little moments when you're so engaged in an activity he loves, for him, just to make him happy; in return it also makes him the happiest.

💌reminder: requests are open! feel free to lmk if you wish for me to write anything! have a good day/ night! <3

[breezybubbles]

BNHA Masterlist (Cappuccinos)

Jasmine Winds- All Might | Yagi Toshinori x fem!reader

Body Insecurity Comfort Headcannons | E. Kirishima, S. Todoroki, H. Shinsou, S. Aizawa x fem!reader

[breezybubbles]

HI Breezy! Can I get a Grande Decaf featuring All Might and a woman reader in an Aladdin AU please? I imagine All Might as a prince who decides to take the reader on a date. I'd also like a Brew of the Day regarding the activities they do along with what type of occupation the reader has. What do you think?

Hello my dear, I love this order, and I had a blast writing for it as well. I took a bit of creative liberty and left the ending open to the readers' interpretation (it also leaves it open to a pt.2 if you'd like).

Jasmine Winds

cw: All Might | Yagi Toshinori x fem!reader, brief mentions of torture (nothing descriptive), MINOR character death. slight enemies to "lovers word count: 2.5k like, reblog, comment, and enjoy :) - breezy

Somewhere deep in the desert lived a lush and vivid kingdom ruled by the Yagi family. The Yagi royals had built their empire from the ground up over centuries of hard work so that it could eventually thrive. The next in line to the throne was Toshinori Yagi, or as the kingdom had deemed him, “All Might,” and he was always the talk of the town. Women and men alike fawned over Toshinori, dropping to their knees and bowing at his feet in his presence. He was loved and idolized, and he knew it, flaunting his power in riches with all his might, which is how he gained his namesake. Everyone in the kingdom was captivated by the young Prince’s aura, everyone but you.

You were quite the opposite. You had never been fond of the royals within their kingdom, often finding their riches gaudy and their power authoritative. This could be because you were a scoundrel, never on the good side of the authorities yourself. You were living proof that not everyone got what they deserved, and you believed the Prince was proof as well. It bothered you how he got everything so easy and took his way of life for granted so many times. While he complained that the chef’s chicken was slightly underdone, you were lucky if you could steal a loaf of bread to eat for the day. Not to mention the many problems that your town was facing, which had yet to be addressed by the Prince himself.

You never wanted to live the life you found yourself in, but you needed to survive, you know, gotta steal to eat, gotta eat to live. So that’s how you found yourself where you were, sneakily tiptoeing your way around the vendor of the apple stand, who was currently chatting with a customer. You were just about to grab the apple when a small pair of eyes met your own. They belonged to a child you could only assume to be the customers. Her eyes widened when she found you in your compromising position. You silently begged her to remain quiet, shaking your head desperately when her mouth opened. She then released a loud wail alerting everyone within a two-mile radius of your antics, including the vendor.

This wasn’t the first time you had been caught by that specific vendor. Still, he did say that it would be the last if he ever caught you again, and by the look in his eyes when he turned your way to face you, you could tell he really meant it. 

“Guards! Guards! Arrest her, she’s a wretched thief!” he called, prompting you to grab as many apples as you could and make a run for it.

You climbed poles, crossed roofs, and dodged people successfully before stumbling on your own foot and crashing down. Unfortunately, your fall gave enough time for your pursuers to capture you, evilly looking you in the eye before placing a linen bag over your head. 

It was dark for a long amount of time before you were blinded by new light when the sack was removed from your head. Your hands were restrained behind you by a rope and on each arm a guard held you. One look at the gaudy gold accents and tan marble flooring and you could tell that you had been taken to the Yagi palace. Great. You knew that the royals were somewhat strict with their punishment regarding thievery, considering what you heard from the town gossip while you relaxed on rooftops, but you’d never actually heard of what they did. For all you know, execution was on the table. 

“Are you going to kill me? For a few apples? Pathetic,” You scoffed, annoyed at the fact that both of the guards remained looking forward and gave no response. 

“Are we waiting for someone? Please tell me it's not that god awful prince. That spoiled brat has probably never thought twice when he grabbed an apple from the kitchens,” You were thinking aloud at that point, finding more comfort in your own voice then the loud silence of the seemingly empty palace.

It didn’t take long before you heard footsteps echoing throughout the mosaic walls. It looks like they were waiting for someone, and for some reason, you had an inkling that, based on the sound of his gait alone, Prince Toshinori was that someone. When you saw his stupidly handsome face, you’d never been so upset, to be correct.

Okay, you’d admit that Prince Toshinori Yagi was attractive. Still, it makes you dislike him more. He was handed everything on a ruby-encrusted platter, including his good looks. He held an arrogant smile as he approached you.

“Ah, we finally meet. The pesky village thief. I’ve heard many tales of you, you know?” God, even his voice was arrogant to you, even if it did have a lilt of attractiveness. Still, you held your ground, not giving the prince the satisfaction of eye contact or a spoken response. Your attitude prompted one of the guards to gesture toward Toshinori to lean in before whispering in his ear. The prince chuckled at the guard's words, causing you to turn your head and look pointedly at the pair.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s all good things. My good fellow here was merely telling me of the distaste you have for me,” You rolled your eyes and scoffed at the man, “And based on your reaction, I can conclude that he does not lie.” Although Prince Toshinori has just discovered that one of his subjects does not like him and that she was stealing from the people, his smile did not drop. What you would suffer to be able to wipe that smug smile off of his face.

“In any other setting, I would have you punished a traditional way immediately, but you intrigue me. Besides, I can think of a much more entertaining and effective punishment for you. Guards,” He nodded to the men on your sides, leading them to release their iron grips on your arms and begin walking away. Once their footsteps could no longer be heard, it was official that you and the prince were utterly alone. You had lessened your pride to look him in the eye, only making you regret doing so when his blue irises seemed to cast a mesmerizing spell on you. You shook off the effect when Toshinori turned on his heel and began walking away, clearly wanting you to follow. When you stayed put, he used his arm to hear you in his direction, never really touching you, but hovering his hand over the small of your back. 

You had no idea where he was guiding you. As the silence settled over the two of you you began to fear that his punishment may actually be cruel. For all you know, he was leading you to a torture chamber and your ultimate demise. All because of a few apples? Maybe you shouldn’t have been so stand-offish to the future King of your village.

“Where are you taking me? I only stole a few fruits,” You called out, your voice much too small for your liking, but given the circumstances, it was warranted. The Prince paused at your voice, halting your footsteps as well, his face blank and empty.

“So you do talk. I was starting to worry I had a mute on my hands,” His smile returned, and his eyes turned up in a way that you never thought you’d be happy to see. Still, he did not answer your questions.

“Are you really going to kill me over a simple thing? There are men out there hundreds of times worse than me, robbing and pillaging families who need what they have. So what if I take a farmer's apples, he can grow more, I–” Your fiery passion that your mother always warned you would cause you trouble was back, but Toshinori cut you off before you could rant any more.

“Do you think me that ruthless of a future king that I would kill someone over a crime so small?  I wonder what has tainted your image of me that badly. No, I am merely taking you to the courtyard. I figured that there is no better way for someone to be punished than to place them with a person they despise,” The tone behind his words sounded truly hurt, like he was shocked you would even assume he would hurt you. Still, you were too busy trying to figure out why his tone made your stomach flutter to figure out why you hurt his pride. All you could give in response was a soft ‘oh.’

The rest of your walk to the courtyard was quiet, with no words or even glances exchanged between the two of you. His hand had found its way onto the small of your back as it must’ve been tired of hovering in the air. If it was any other man’s hand, you would’ve snapped, but for some unexplainable reason, you didn’t hate that it was his. 

Upon arriving to the garden, he prompted you to sit on a sandstone bench in the middle of the greenery. The courtyard served as a kind of oasis among the tans and creams of the palace and its surrounding land. The grass and bushes provided different hues of green, and different colored flowers placed throughout gave contrast. In the back of the circular atrium was a fountain that had glistening turquoise water pouring from its spout, creating an ambient trickling noise.

“It is beautiful, yes? My mother has been tending to it since she was a little girl,” Toshinori reached up at a jasmine tree that cascaded over the bench; the way his fingers stroked the leaves was gentle and mesmerizing. “I must’ve been three or two when I planted my first tree. She helped me tend to it until I was able to do it on my own. She had to wean off of her help, claiming that I would have to do the same when it came to ruling this kingdom one day. I never understood what she meant until she passed,” You’d had never seen the prince so genuine, often only exposed to the lavish and expensive side of his lifestyle.

“It’s exquisite,” you said in pure awe; whether you were in awe of the flowers or the prince is anybody’s guess.

“Now would be a good time for me to ask why you dislike me so much. What have I done for you to look at me as if I have done you wrong,” He turned to face you, meeting your eyes for the second time. “Though, you are not looking at me like that now,” His words made you blush and look away, your face growing hot.

“Perhaps it’s my good looks? Or maybe the extravagant parties I throw? Any sane person would be jealous of those,” Whatever you were feeling previously was replaced with annoyance as soon as the words left his mouth.

“No, it is that. That right there! What you are saying. I mean, for god’s sake, do you even hear yourself? Or maybe that’s the problem, you don’t hear other people. Where were you during the drought a few months ago? Perhaps at one of your parties? Or maybe the village healer became ill, he couldn’t afford to travel to another healer, and he didn’t make it. We have no one to heal us. And where were your good looks when the children put on a fundraiser for a school budget? We have been suffering while you have been rejoicing. And what’s worse is that I am the only one who seems to see it. Everyone else is jealous or enamored by you; they are too distracted to see that you are a part of the problem. And how could they not be? Your looks are what every husband wants and what every wife wants to marry,” Once again, you were ranting, but this time he did not interrupt you. There was no smile or chuckle after your words, only silence. He looked at you seriously, sternly even, his brow and lips set. Had you upset him?

“I see,” He said after a few seconds of staring at each other. “You are upset because you see that I am not helping solve any of my kingdom’s problems, and how right you are. Can I confide in you? I was unaware of these issues in the first place, My father, he–well, since the Queen’s passing, has been shut off. He began leading me in the complete opposite of how my mother wanted, encouraging me to have no interest in the crown and let him make all the tending, the ruling. I thought nothing of it after a while,” His words stunned you. He didn’t know of the quarrels the townspeople were facing when he was parading around as prince.

“Toshinori, while part of that may be your father’s fault, your ignorance regarding your surroundings is also to blame. If what your mother taught you really mattered to you, you would’ve noticed the strangeness of your father’s behavior as soon as it happened. How can you expect to be King when you have nothing of your Kingdom?” His brow furrowed at the un-formal-ness of your agreement.

“Some men would be killed for addressing their Prince by his name,” His tone would’ve fooled you if you didn’t see the smile that lay beneath it. “Do you know how refreshing it is to hear someone tell me off? Goodness, you are just what I needed. Thank you, er, I never got your name. How arrogant of me,” You chuckled at his realization and held out your hand to him, properly introducing yourself.

“What a beautiful name,” He murmured while kissing your hand, once again, your cheeks heated at his actions. “You have quite the head on you for a petty thief,” his words hit a nerve with you, prompting you to wind up for a punch. Instead of hitting you in the face as you planned, he caught your hand, tugging you closer to him so that you could see every detail in his eyes. “Did I say petty? My mistake, I meant pretty. Pretty and daring, I will say. We could use someone like you in the royal court,” While you were utterly stunned at his actions, you had found a new wind of confidence in your close proximity to him.

“Your words flatter me, my prince, but–”

“My prince? What happened to Toshinori? I thought we had gotten passed formalities,” He cut you off with a smirk in his words.

You smirked in return, “But, a petty, pretty, daring thief like me has no place in Royal Court. I’ve been destined to steal apples and piss off the prince’s guards,” He hummed at his words, somehow getting closer to you.

“Does this thief enjoy telling and pissing off the prince as well, because, by the look in your eye, I believe she might,” you snickered softly at his foolish banter, reveling in it nonetheless.

“She does,”

“You know, as soon as I laid eyes on you, I wondered how such a pretty flower could do something to warrant me being called. I believe that in any other instance, I wouldn’t have been called down at all,” You looked at the prince curiously, ignoring his complimentary words.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you believe in fate?”

a/n: AHHHH, I know the ending is kind of bad, but I didn't want to speed anything up too fast, and I enjoyed writing this quite a lot, so I left it open for more parts!

[breezybubbles]

Welcome To The Cafe

Hi my lovelies. Now, I’m not gonna say too much about myself here just because I’ll make an about me page soon, but to sum things up, I am finally dipping my toes (dogs) into posting on Tumblr. 

I wanted to make a place that would cater to people who shared interest in similar fandoms to me, as well as create a safe and comforting space to share ideas and love. Incase you haven’t caught on yet, my blog is coffee/cafe themed, which adds to the homey and cozy aesthetic that I am trying to reach with this platform. Think of me as your magical writing barista who will whip whatever your reader heart desires. 

So, who/what do I write for?

Well, I have two sides of writing, the Kpop side and the anime/manga side. 

On the Kpop I write for (click on the links to see the masterlists and guides for each fandom):

Stray Kids <3 (Iced Americanos)

As for Anime/Manga, I will write for :

 BNHA (Cappucinos)

Haikyuu!! (Mochas)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Lattes)

So, let’s talk about requests!

I’ve found that it is hard for me to put my work out there without there being somewhat of a demand, and one of the best ways to gain demand is via requests! 

I’d like to preface that I will never be judgmental or rude when it comes to requests, and that you should never be afraid to ask (I promise I don’t bite). So please, please, feel more than free to place an order surrounding any one of the items on the menu that you find interesting.

I’ve come up with a fun system of labeling my fics/works, and of course it is coffee related so I’ll share that with you.

So here are our genre keywords:

Decaf- this would be a primary fluffy shot, with no smut or angst unless stated otherwise. SWF

Tea- this would be a comfort fic, SWF, unless customized to include NSFW concepts

Dark Roast- ANGST, ANGST, and more ANGST. Dark concepts can be found under this category, once again, these will be primarily angst based

Triple Shot- NSFW, smut, there is no turning back now, this is what most smut-shots would fall under

We also have toppings, which is what you can add on top of your main order if you want a more specific story:

Sweet Foam- would you like some fluff with your angst or smut? top your Dark Roast or Triple Shot of with some sweet foam. This means I will sprinkle some fluff into your fic

Cinnamon Powder- do you want to add some suggestive tension to your fluff or angst, cinnamon powder will do just that

Then, we have my personal favorite order:

Brew of The Day: writers choice!

I also have sizes! (yes I got carried away)

Tall-  is can just be an imagine or simple headcannons, I don’t like to put word limits on my categories as I feel like things can vary, but overall this would be a shorter work.

Grande- This category is pretty large in my opinion, as I feel like it covers what a lot of fics are on tumblr, which are decently sized stories that have an over-arching plot with goals to be met at the end, which can all be written in one part.

Venti- I would consider Venti’s to be multi-part series, though I think it should only be considered a Venti if it fits the criteria of a Grande as well. This is because I may write mini series/headcannon series, which, even though they are multiple parts, still fall under the tall category.

This may all seem a bit confusing, but don’t worry, I have some examples of what an order could look like. (Remember that just because my blog is themed like a cafe does not mean you have to participate in that and that you are more than welcome to request something while using the terms that are more widely used!!)

Examples:

Hi Breezy. I would like to order a tall, decaf, iced americano. Preferably a head cannon series of what skz’s reactions would be to their s/o falling asleep in their arms.

Hi Breezy. Can I get a grande Latte, with Gojo please! Perhaps a scenario about what happens when reader gets sick, you can had as much sweet foam as you would like!

Hi Breezy. Could I get a Haikyuu fic, with Kuroo please. It doesn’t have to be long, just a short headcannon of what you think he would be like in bed. Thanks!

All of these requests are perfectly acceptable and will be acknowledged.

Now with that all out of the way, you can find my rules, about me, and fic recs, here, here, and here. Thank you so much for reading this and please enjoy your visit at that cafe.

PS, I am aware that there are no functioning links right now, but that is because there is nothing to be linked! LMAO, it’ll get there