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[expia]

₍^. .^₎⟆ girlfriends, you, and... him? ft. t. yuki, k. nobara, i. utahime, i. shoko cw, profanity, alcohol, steamy kisses, shoko's got a supersoaker & f!reader ⋆ mature!

you love yuki, of course— just, she’s gotta do something about him in your shared apartment everyday. he makes himself at home, hell he’s in your home more than the two of you combined. “my favorite part of the movie.” her voice is breathy and a small smile on her lips, fingers dancing up your sides, leaning in gleefully. her teeth take your bottom lip between them, teasing you and pressing harder. you’ve got all night for her. happy that you moved in— crunch! the sound makes you jump as no-one was invited over, no-one unless it’s… “todo!” aoi's already stretching out his buff limbs over the cushions, bowl of pretzels and chocolates in his lap. yuki smiles instantly as her beloved student is here after school again.

“i finished up my mission, was pretty boring!” his voice is a bit muffled by all the popcorn in his mouth. she giggles at his antics and gets comfy. you’re sandwiched in between them, maybe missing yuki biting your lip, but… her delight when she’s with him is everything. she’ll tell you she made aoi from scratch, therefore she has to look after him. so… you suppose he can stay. you just hope he doesn’t want to have a sleepover anytime soon, spooning is your thing.

nobara thinks you love yuuji more than her. how?! she’s the most adorable girl in the world, who can say no to her? well, yuuji goes everywhere with you two. nobara made the one mistake of letting yuuji tag along for a shopping day and it’s become apparent now that you two have become besties.

she hates it!! you are hers, not yuuji’s!! she’ll do little things to ward him off of you. she’s doubled the pda, arms around your waist the second she sees you, flirting in front of him disgustingly, even pet names. but no— yuuji never leaves!! come onnn, throw her a bone! she wants her girlfriend all to herself, but suddenly yuuji is always with you guys! “babe, ducky, baby, ynnn!!” nobara whines endlessly, fingers laced with your left hand and wanting your attention. you smile and laugh at something yuuji sent you, head thrown back before showing it to nobara. she pouts with big sad puppy dog eyes and pushes your phone away. “pay attention tooo mee!” her fist clenches, shaking it in front of you. “you’re a big baby.” you point out and nobara accepts it proudly, her face cuddling into your chest and arms squeezing around your waist with an insane death grip, she’s never gonna let go... “m’your big baby. forget him.” you sigh, petting your girlfriends head. “course' baby." she knows that's right.

utahime is in real physical and mental anguish. how could you do this to her? why in the world is gojo satoru here? why is he sharing the chocolates she just bought you for valentine's day? she should probably end him, right here, right now. there's smoke coming from her ears, cheeks puffed, and her arms crossed.

"meiji or kitkat?" his head is back as he ponders between the two, your hands snatch the kitkat. "meiji sucks." well, point one for utahime! satoru brought the shitty meiji chocolates. her mouth gapes when satoru bites half, giving you the remaining half of the chocolate. "oh.." her lips close around his fingertips and teeth biting his knuckles practically, your half in her mouth. "babe.." you pout, brows pinched. "my half!! of the chocolate!! you took it!!" you both stand up straight in front of satoru, bickering about every little thing that's happened today. he's very entertained. this is why he loves you two, well you more. "i can buy way more than this guy! you said meiji sucks!" utahime points out, your pout deepening. "chocolate is chocolate! i wanted that!" you two are in each other's faces and arguing, feeling your breath against her face and neck. you are impossibly cute when angry, tastier than chocolate... her fingers pull you close by the belt loops of your jeans. her lips press against yours, her tongue softly sweeping your bottom lip and your lips opening at the sensation. you taste chocolate, instantly but utahime had coffee earlier too. "did you get it?" she pulls away and you're pouting at the loss of her. "i don't like coffee." her hands trail down into your pockets. "well, it's basically like you two kissed me, so technically speaking—" you and utahime spin back to face him, matching angry expressions and utahime pushes his face away with her palm. in unison, "no we didn't gojo!"

shoko loves a good drink with you, her girlfriend who is usually a good time after her third beer of the night. after three? well, you're a light-weight. which brings her to this moment, "you texted?" she stiffens in her seat. nanami is already laying his jacket on the back of the chair next to yours. "nanamin! you came! how d'ya know i was heree? with shoko!" your words are slurred and whiny. "of course you sent me a text, of all times, inebriated." he sighs, still taking a seat.

you spend the night rambling to both of them. it seems like you will never run out of things to say, happy as a clam and changing subjects every other second. you do all of this, clinging to nanami from shoko's lap. shoko did say you're a good time, even if it means you wriggle in her lap the entire night. every time you shift well, it does feel good, you rub against her and warm, in that outfit she loves to see you in. "i can feel it..." you murmur, your lips glossy with beer and saliva. "what?" nanami questions your drunken stupor. "shoko's kitty. it's purring. it's talking, saying—" her hand clamps over your mouth before you can go any further. she doesn't need nanami to know what it is you're feeling. he can guess it to be fair. shoko swears she'll murder you and bring you back when this night is over. you're already drooling in her lap, fast asleep, arms wrapped around her waist. shoko can't believe that her panties are soaked over you, her idiotic drunk girlfriend whose a light-weight and called her co-worker here. on a perfectly good drinking night. she's giving you a piggy-back home, "sho..." your cheek squishes against her shoulder with a sigh. "i'll trade you panties." you mutter, dozing off slightly. "your pink ones?" "mm!" "fine. you can have these." your smile is so sleepy yet bright, "yay! here kitty-kitty!" her face is red hot. shoko will never invite you out for a drink again.

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[expia]

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 2

nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader

bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 1

The hallway was loud in that late afternoon way—sneakers squeaking, lockers slamming, voices overlapping with end-of-day laughter and plans.

You slammed your locker shut a little too hard, and of course, because the universe hated you or just liked messing with you, half your shit tumbled straight onto the floor. Notebook, pen, lip gloss, a crumpled worksheet you didn’t even remember stuffing in there.

You sighed through your nose, already crouching — except someone beat you to it.

Ellie.

Hoodie half-zipped, guitar case strapped to her back, a mess of books pressed to her side like she was trying not to drop them too. She crouched down silently and started picking up your things like it wasn’t weird.

You stared at her.

She didn’t say anything. Just gather your stuff with careful fingers and then stand, holding it out.

“Here.”

You took it. Didn’t really look at her. “Thanks.”

You turned back to your locker to re-slam it shut properly and spin the lock. You glanced at her. She was still there. Looking at you. Kind of.

You raised your eyebrows. “What?”

She looked like she was about to say something—her mouth opened just slightly—but nothing came out. Her gaze flicked down, then back up. Whatever it was, she swallowed it.

Turning, she walked off fast, slipping into the crowd of students in the hall like she hadn’t just hesitated in front of you for too long.

You frowned after her.

Then, right on cue, your friends slid up beside you like sharks sensing blood in the water.

One of them leaned against your locker, twirling her keys. “Ew. Were you talking to that lesbo?”

You didn’t even blink. “No.”

You started walking before they could say anything else, bag swinging off one shoulder, the hallway stretching ahead.

“Are you coming to Tyler’s party or not?” another one of them shouted after you. “You said maybe!”

You rolled your eyes and didn’t answer. You didn’t want to go to another party. Not tonight. Not with them.

Not when — you pulled your phone out, thumb brushing over the screen — you had more interesting things to do.

Like talk to E.

Your room was quiet, save for the low hum of music from your speaker—some indie playlist you didn’t even recognize anymore. You were lying on your stomach, legs swinging idly behind you, chin resting in your hand.

Your phone sat right in front of you. Screen still lit.

E:

I’M IN CLASS T_T

ur insane for this (i’ve been blessed)

how AM I supposed to FOCUS after this ???

You smiled.

One of those dumb little smiles that slipped out before you could stop it. The kind you’d hide if anyone else was around. But no one was. Just you. And her. And the heat still humming under your skin from earlier.

You were about to finally reply when the dots popped up again.

She was typing.

One message.

two. three, four—

E:

care to reply?

i wanna ask something, can i?

what did you think when you sent that pic to me…

what are you thinking now? ?

BRO

don’t leave me hanging

You let out a short laugh, pressing your cheek to the back of your hand. She was spiraling. A little desperate. It was cute.

You waited a beat. Then started typing.

You:

what was i thinking?

nothing really.

just wanted to show it to you ;)

She didn’t respond right away. You watched the read receipt hover.

E:

u always send stuff like that to ppl on here?

You paused. Fingers resting above the keyboard.

You:

what

no

ur the only one who gets to see that

Maybe it was too honest. But you didn’t unsend it.

This time, the three dots didn’t show up right away. You just stared at your screen. Waiting.

You grinned at the screen, still resting on your elbows, fingers hovering as you typed slow—on purpose.

You:

do u wanna see the other one?

You watched the “delivered” turn to “read” almost instantly.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Came back again.

E:

what other one…

A pause.

E:

U HAVE TWO NIPPLE PIERCINGS??

You snorted so hard it startled even you. You dropped your head into the crook of your arm, shoulders shaking as the messages kept coming in.

E:

why would u say that to me

how could u drop that like it’s casual

i’m in distress

i’m literally sweating rn

oh my god do u actually??

You didn’t answer right away. You let her spin out.

You:

u okay over there?

Another pause.

E:

no.

u can’t just hot girl drop that and then vanish.

not when i have a brain

and nerves

and a vivid imagination

this is cruelty. actual cruelty.

You were fully grinning now, cheeks warm against your arm, kicking your feet behind you like you weren’t being a menace on purpose.

You:

i’m just saying

you asked for weird

and i deliver

xx

E:

okay then what's your favorite color

i am just a fragile nerd go easy on me

You rolled onto your back, holding your phone over your face now. As much as you liked getting reactions out of her, there was something genuinely fun about it.

Like she made it easy to be just a little unhinged.

You:

pink :p

what is your favorite color?

The dots appeared instantly.

E:

green :B

(but like the gross kind. forest green. sweater green. mossy swamp witch green)

You laughed under your breath, thumbs already moving.

You:

that is such a weirdly specific shade

u could’ve just said “green” like a normal person

E:

normal is boring

u said so yourself

You paused, smiling a little.

You:

okay moss witch

what’s ur favorite movie

E:

wtf

why is this suddenly 20 questions

r u trying to date me or smth

You rolled onto your side, tucking your pillow under your cheek as your smile stretched into something smug.

You:

idk

maybe

depends on ur answer

Three dots. Pause. Then—

E:

spiderverse

but if you tell anyone i’ll lie

You:

that’s such a loser pick

i respect it tho

10/10 taste

E:

good

i was worried ur opinion might ruin my whole night

You giggled softly, shutting your eyes for a second. It was late now—later than you realized. You rolled onto your side, phone cradled in your hand, the screen's soft glow painting your pillow in blue light. Music still hummed low in the background.

Your thumbs hovered before you typed, casual like always, even though your heart tugged just slightly.

You:

i feel like we'd get along in real life, if ever. don’t u think?

She read it quickly. Typing bubble appeared immediately, like she’d been waiting.

E:

uh, well... u have a lot of friends

i mean

it's obvious

with what you’ve told me before

You blinked.

Friends?

Yeah, you had them. Too many, maybe. But somehow, the way she said it—it didn’t sound like a compliment.

Your brows pinched.

You:

does it really show?

E:

yeah

you’re like the type of person everyone wants to be around

You:

not really. some people hate me

say i’m a bitch

which is true

There was only a one-second pause before her reply landed.

E:

bitch is cool

i don’t mind u bitching me around

JK

Your laugh broke out, a little too loud for how late it was. You buried your face in your arm to muffle it, shaking your head.

You:

what

what did u say

really huh

E:

i mean

it’s u

Your fingers froze for a second. Your stomach did a weird flip.

You:

me??

u don’t even know me like that

There was a long pause—just long enough to make you think maybe she wasn't going to answer at all.

E:

i know things

You scoffed quietly, rolling your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips gave you away. It was stupid. She was stupid. But God, she was good at this.

You pulled your pillow closer, half-buried your face in it, then typed:

You:

sounds creepy when u say it like that

E:

we’ve been talking for two weeks

i like… have a little voice of u in my head now

like a little devil

whispering shit i shouldn’t do

You blinked, smiling slowly. There was something shameless about that last part. Something that curled warm in your stomach. She didn’t even try to sound casual. She just… said it.

You:

what kind of shit?

👀

E:

nope

not letting u turn this around on me

u already sent me to horny jail once today

You laughed into your pillow, your cheeks heating again even though you were totally alone.

You:

fine

but admit it

u like having me in ur head

E:

maybe

depends

does the little devil voice wanna come over and ruin my life more

You bit your lip, heart doing that dumb lurch it always did when she got bold like this. And God, she was getting bolder.

You:

that depends too

how ruinable is ur life rn

E:

hanging by a thread

try me

You closed your eyes for a second, just feeling your pulse, your grin, the way your legs kicked lazily behind you like you were thirteen again and falling in love with someone you hadn’t even seen.

You:

u flirting with me?

E:

no

i’m letting the devil in

You stayed up talking to her until 3 a.m. It wasn’t even deep shit. It wasn’t I had a rough childhood or let me tell you about my dreams kind of talk. It was mostly stupid stuff. Like whether grilled cheese should be dipped in ketchup or soup. Which celebrities you’d punch if given the chance. What your weirdest recurring dream was. (Hers involved being chased by a swarm of bees through IKEA. You still weren’t over it.)

Somewhere around 2:17, your jaw started to ache from smiling so much. Not even joking. Like actual muscle fatigue. And yet you kept texting her. Kept laughing into your pillow like an idiot. Kept rereading her replies while the night blurred and softened around the glow of your screen.

By the time your alarm went off at 6:15, you were practically in mourning.

Now, here you were.

First period: Calculus. A.k.a. hell.

You were slumped in your seat, hoodie pulled over your head like armor, the room lit in that offensive fluorescent way that made everything feel worse. Your chin was cradled in your palm, elbow sliding ever so slightly with each nod of your head.

The teacher’s voice was doing that thing again—half English, half pure math. Something about integrals. Limits. Derivatives. You didn’t know. You weren’t listening. You were floating somewhere between consciousness and dreaming of accidentally sleeping.

Your eyelids fluttered.

So close. And warm.

“Miss Williams. Forty-five minutes late.”

The sharp voice sliced through your haze like a ruler to the knuckles.

You lifted your head just enough to blink toward the front of the room.

Ellie.

Hood up, headphones half-shoved into her backpack. She looked like she’d just walked out of a crime scene and into a math test.

The professor didn’t even let her sit down yet.

“Just because you’re good at calculus doesn’t mean the rules don’t apply to you,” she snapped, arms crossed. “It’s called structure. You should try it.”

Ellie didn’t look up. Just gave a low, mumbled “Sorry,” and slid into her seat like she was trying to disappear into it.

You watched her from behind your sleeve. Her hair was still messy. Hoodie sleeves too long. Her fingers drummed quietly against her notebook, eyes half-lidded but still pretending to care.

Your head started to dip again.

Just a little.

Almost resting.

“And you,” the teacher snapped suddenly, her voice slicing sideways now. “If you’re so tired you can’t keep your head up, maybe you should’ve just stayed home and slept.”

Your heart did a lazy flip as you blinked up, caught off guard.

She was talking to you.

Of course she was.

You straightened, barely. “Wasn’t sleeping.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” she muttered, turning back to the board like she hadn’t just publicly executed you. “Some of us actually care about your education.”

You resisted the very real urge to groan. Instead, you blinked slowly and stabbed her in the forehead with your eyes. In your head.

Can’t a girl be sleepy in peace?

What is this, the military?

You tugged your hoodie further over your eyes and sank back down.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Just once—soft, stealthy, like it knew you were in the middle of being very publicly humiliated and wanted to offer comfort.

You pulled it out, just enough to see the screen under the desk.

E:

good morning :>

how’s ur morning so far?

You stared at it for a second, lips twitching. You could still hear the teacher yammering on at the whiteboard, numbers flying across the screen like you were in A Beautiful Mind but with less genius and more exhaustion.

At least I get good morning texts like this.

Some people have coffee. I have this girl.

You ducked your head a little lower and typed back.

You:

hell

the teacher just publicly executed me

im texting u from the afterlife

Three dots popped up immediately.

E:

LMAOO

i told u not to stay up

now ur a corpse

a hot corpse

You bit back a laugh, teeth sinking into your lip as you stared at the screen. Your cheeks warmed, because it was stupid—but it worked. She worked.

You:

i’m haunting this class

spreading sleepy bitch energy

ur next btw

E:

oh i know

i got reaped by the attendance lady this morning

she called me “wasted potential”

i feel like a tragic poet

You:

u are

i bet ur writing limericks in ur notes

E:

nah

drawing boobs on the back page

stay humble

You pressed your fist to your mouth, hiding the very real giggle that almost escaped.

From the front of the room, the teacher said something about derivatives again. You didn’t care. E was texting you about boobs at 9:03 a.m. and somehow it felt like a gift.

E:

u look hot rn i bet

You blinked, then huffed quietly through your nose. You typed back.

You:

nope. i’m wearing a hoodie :( i look like a tired thumb

E:

and? it suits u

You bit your lip, eyes flicking up toward the front of the classroom where your teacher was scribbling something on the whiteboard that may as well have been ancient code.

You:

i don’t wear hoodies at school

it’s illegal

E:

i’m wearing a hoodie rn :)

You:

lmao that suits u

You settled back in your chair, hoodie still over your head like armor, as you typed again.

You:

i only wore it now bc i have bags under my eyes the size of my regrets

E:

aw :[

last night worn u out huh

let me buy u something

what do u want

You squinted at your screen, half amused, half melting.

You:

wait fr

ur buying me coffee??

E:

duh

i take care of the girl i ruin

You:

YEY

i want a croissant and like

a gallon of sugar

You grinned stupidly at your screen, letting your cheek fall against your hand again. You didn’t even know where she lived. For all you knew, she was across the country, or halfway across the world.

But the thought of her—wherever she was—thinking of you first thing in the morning?

That was enough.

E:

done

now look dramatically out the window like ur waiting for me

You snorted, resisting the urge to do exactly that.

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[expia]

—Boyfriend girlfriend

❥ Rubbing clits with Fem!Toru after a curse turns him into your girlfriend!

A.N. Super short drabble but I might write more...

“Uuughnn– I’m gonna hah, miss this when I transform back,” Fem!Toru gasped, grinding her hips forward to smother both of your pussies in each other's juices. You two whine when your clits bump together, sliding and slotting against each other perfectly.

You twitch, every feeling of Satoru's pussy on yours having sparks of electricity shoot up your spine. Through the haze, you lean forward, mouth finding purchase right on Satoru’s small, perky tits that bounced just right whenever she’d rut against you roughly. The action has Satoru arching her back and into you, head thrown back as she lets out a loud moan, grabbing your hair as your hand plays with her other nipple.

“Fuck baby!” Satoru’s higher-pitched voice keens, eyes rolling to the back of her head as your warm tongue toys and licks her nipple. “No wonder you like that so muuuuch– Ah!” You hum, brows furrowed in concentration as you suck on the soft flesh, bringing your other free hand to rub Satoru’s clit as she grinds down onto you.

You release Satoru’s tit from your mouth with a wet pop! Licking your lips as you watched your saliva slick right on your pretty boyfriend-turned-girlfriend. “You’re so pretty as a girl ‘Toru,” You coo, sighing as the stickiness in between the two of you intensifies, having both of your clits throbbing against eachother. “I almost like you better like this.” You joke, giggling breathlessly.

“You don't mean thaaaatt—” Satoru whines, pouting down at you but making no sign of stopping. “I’m better with a dick, right?”

You shrug, a taunting smile gracing your features. “That's debatable baby.”

Satoru’s pace slows, beautiful blue eyes growing dark. “Hey, I might not have a dick, but I can still fuck you stupid.”

“Try me.”

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the lack of fem x fem fics is sickening ig I gotta take this into my own hands 😔😔

[expia]

Are you accepting ask/ request for fanfics?

yes yess pls do send me requests 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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i NEED farm ellie from you

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG POST but tysm for this ask bc i js love the south wanna be a southern bell so bad 😭 so now my brain is rotted with country life with el 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[expia]

Simp Ellie: Farmer Edition

In which Ellie & Y/N are cute Southern newlywed high school sweethearts 🌾

• Ellie—who, even though she was raised in the same farmhouse you both live in and has been running the farm her whole life—is still the one who needs you to wake her up early every morning so you can start the day together.

“Els, get up,” you whisper, always trying to wake her up sweetly.

“Ughhhh,” she groans, turning over in bed. “It’s too early,” she whines, eyes still shut. “I made you breakfast,” you add, trying to tempt her. “I even made your favorite—blueberry pancakes. And I waited until 5:30 to wake you up, so no more laying in bed.”

You tug her up gently, pulling her to sit.

• Simp Ellie, who just sits there pouting until you give her a few kisses—doesn’t even care that she hasn’t brushed her teeth yet.

• Simp Ellie, who also doesn’t care that you’ve already been up, washed your face, brushed your hair—she’s gonna make you stand next to her while she does her routine like a clingy baby.

“I’m gonna quit,” she mutters under her breath as you both eat breakfast in bed—a mini compromise you made once that somehow turned into a daily tradition.

“Yeah, yeah,” you tease, rolling your eyes. “Says the girl who hated when we moved to the city for my freshman year.”

You think back to about a year ago. You both had just graduated and decided to try something new—moved to the city, got a cute little apartment. You started school while Ellie worked a 9-to-5 in some warehouse. It looked cute on Instagram, but in real life? It sucked.

Ellie hated having a boss who barked orders at her all week. Hated not getting to see you. And you? You were drowning in classes and absolutely hated being cramped in such a tiny space. It didn’t feel like you. So once your freshman year ended, you packed up and moved back. It felt right. Like you were meant to be there. Plus, Joel had just started getting sick around that time. A year later, he’s doing much better and lives ten miles down the road, fully in retirement mode.

You snap out of the memory when Ellie grumbles, “Yeah, beats some dick telling me when I can and can’t take a break.” You chuckle softly, nodding in agreement.

• Simp Ellie, who doesn’t play about her mornings with you—so it’s no phones allowed before 8AM.

• Simp Ellie, who recently started reading the morning paper that gets tossed onto the porch—just so she can show you the tiny comic strips on the back. She swears they’re dumb, but she loves how you smile every time.

• Simp Ellie, who makes a mental note when you casually mention wanting to get a house pet “to add to the family.”

• Simp Ellie, who always washes the dishes after breakfast as a thank-you.

• Simp Ellie, who asks begs you to shower with her every morning.

And before the day starts, she gives you the biggest, fattest, sloppiest kiss like she won’t see you again in 5 minutes.

Ellie usually handles the physical labor between the two of you—tending the crops as the sun rises while you feed and care for the animals. That’s your usual rhythm.

About three hours into working, Ellie starts wondering how you’re doing. She glances up from her spot in the fields and spots you over by the animal pens, giggling at the pigs. You have this habit of talking to them like they’re people, and Ellie thinks it’s the cutest thing she’s ever seen. Something about the sight—your pretty hair glistening in the sun, your soft laughter floating through the breeze—sends her right back to the days when you were just best friends in high school. When she used to stare at you across the lunch table and wonder what it would feel like to wake up next to you every day.

She wipes the sweat from her forehead and snaps herself out of the daydream. She’s gotta finish her morning quota—fast—so she can sneak off and spend time with you.

A few more hours go by and she looks up again. You’re gone. Totally normal. You usually finish earlier and head inside to make lunch. Right on cue, she hears the soft chime of the front door through the open windows, followed by your voice calling out:

“Baby, I made you a sandwich if you’re hungry!”

Ellie smiles instantly, calling back, “I’ll be there in a second, doll.” She sets her tools down, wipes her hands on a rag, and heads toward the house—boots muddy, heart soft. She kicks them off at the door like always.

• Simp Ellie, who always makes sure her hands are clean before she feels you up.

• Simp Ellie, who has to (her words, not yours) make out with you after lunch as a thank-you.

• Simp Ellie, who stares at the ring on your finger sometimes like she can’t believe she actually won you.

• Simp Ellie, who wears her wedding ring on a necklace so she doesn’t scratch it at work.

• Simp Ellie, who’s secretly planning to get your initials tattooed on her ring finger for your anniversary.

meowww I’m definitely gonna make a another part but a lil smutty bc farmer Ellie with a breeding kink goes brrrr , n e ways lmk if you like this simp Ellie series kisssesss <3

[expia]

Mechanic Abby ily come save me

This is not how you wanted to spend your afternoon driving up to a small town about 30 minutes out from the city to go find a limited edition book just for your car to break down in the middle of the highway right after getting said book and having to go push your car to the nearest mechanic, which thankfully was only about a five-minute push, but it was still hell to push a car for five minutes.

Finally getting to your destination, you look up at the sign ‘Redline Garage’. It doesn’t look like there are many cars in the shop, but also it’s a random Tuesday, so you guess you shouldn’t expect much, not really knowing anything about the mechanics, always having your dad take your car to the shop when needed.

The smell of rubber and engine grease hits you the second you step into the garage—and so does the sight of her. The first thing you see is her back—broad, strong, sweat glinting off her exposed shoulders in the open bay light. She’s bent over the open hood of some beat-up truck, muscles flexing beneath a grease-stained tank top that used to be white, hair tied back in a loose, low bun.

You can’t help but pause at the doorway.

She doesn’t notice you at first, too focused, arms deep in the engine like she’s fighting it into submission. There’s a streak of black grease running down her forearm and another smudged across her cheek. She looks like a walking Home Depot lesbian fantasy. Strong. Quiet. The kind of woman who could lift you and your car, then fix the engine while you recovered.

When she finally glances up, wiping her hands on a dirty rag tucked into her waistband, you swear your knees go weak. She blinks once. “You lost?”

And suddenly, you remember your car broken down outside. “no ma’am” you force yourself to spit. “I- um, I think I broke my car?” Abby raises an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching like she’s holding back a smirk. “You think you broke it?” You nod, fighting the urge to melt into the floor. “Yeah. Like, smoke was coming out of it, and it ended up breaking down. I had to push it here.”

She chuckles—actually chuckles—and you swear it sounds like gravel and honey. “That’s usually not a good sign.”

She tosses the rag onto the workbench, wiping her hands one more time on her jeans before stepping closer. And now she’s right here. Bigger in person. Hotter, somehow. Her eyes scan your face for a beat too long before she jerks her chin towards the lot. "Which one’s yours?" she inquired, her voice a mix of curiosity and mild amusement.

"Uh—the yellow beetle," you replied, pointing to the small car that looked like it was on its last legs, its bright paint a stark contrast to its pitiful condition. "The one crying for help."

A sly smirk spread across her face, a spark of interest lighting up her eyes. "Alright. Let’s see if we can figure out what’s wrong with her, sweetheart."

With that, she turned on her heel, her confident stride leading the way as you hurried to keep up, your heart pounding with the sudden realization that you'd developed a full-blown crush in under sixty seconds.

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And I’m finally posting a new simp Ellie hc turns out i only feel like writing fics when I’m in love ??

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lol and then the day after I watched Burke leave Christina at the alter and nowI refuse to finish it 

I wrote a 12k fic based of greys anatomy and my baby daddy nanami as a surgeon 😛

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pervy husband!nanami, but he doesn’t realise just how perverted he is for his wife, you.

excluding the panties that disappear from your drawer when he leaves for business trips, the way he likes to duck his head beneath your skirt and bury his face into your clothed cunt just to take a deep inhale through his nose, or how he likes to ‘subtly’ cop a feel or two whenever you’re outside. . . it is nothing compared to kento’s favorite thing to do whenever you’re intimate.

the thing he loves to do the most is dumping loads of his cum inside your pussy before eating you out for hours on end. kento’s a sucker for it—lapping up your mixture of juices, tasting the product of your lovemaking and pushing the left-over sticky semen back inside you with his tongue.

kento literally cannot stop once he starts. he gets so lost in the taste of your sweet cunt after he gave it a passionate and rough fucking. you have to physically yank his head away from your puffy folds once you get too overstimulated after your nth orgasm, or he just won’t snap out of his pussy-drunk daze.

and when you do pull your husband away, his tongue is lolled out of his mouth, half-lidded eyes still hyperfixated on your soaked pussy lips like a man addicted, his head stubbornly pushing back against your hands to try and dive between your thighs once more to get a final taste.

and trust me, if you do let him get that ‘final taste’, he will not leave your creampied pussy alone for another hour.

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I wrote a 12k fic based of greys anatomy and my baby daddy nanami as a surgeon 😛

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Your best friend, Yuta Okkotsu

Best friend!Yuta, who buys you gifts like pendants, bracelets, and plushies, saying, “It reminded me of you!” 

Best friend!Yuta, whose hugs with you last a little longer than they should — not that you really mind, though. You wish that you could just stay in his embrace forever. 

Best friend!Yuta, who gets worried when he doesn't see you around campus. He immediately texts you, but only gets more anxious when you don't answer. Maki tells him you were in your dorm, as you have unexpectedly caught a cold. Toge believes that Yuta’s worry scale might have gone through the roof when he sees the latter running to your dorm at full speed. 

Best friend!Yuta nurses you back to health whenever you're sick or injured from missions, saying you're his responsibility no matter what (and that he would hate to see you suffer).

Best friend!Yuta, who realised how his heart seemed to beat faster whenever he was with you, or how his stomach would feel all funny, but not in a bad way. Or how he keeps recalling your smile and the sound of your laughter, which unconsciously also brings a smile to his lips. 

Best friend!Yuta, who rants all of his newly discovered feelings for you to Toge and Panda. The two eventually get tired of his endless ramblings and Panda tells him, “Just tell her,” to which Toge replies with “Salmon”. 

Best friend!Yuta, when he finally confesses to you, asks you, “may I please be your boyfriend?” (instead of the usual ‘will you be my girlfriend’ question.)

Best friendBoyfriend!Yuta, who can’t stop getting enough of you and keeps wondering how he’s managed to be with you. The poor boy sometimes wonders whether he’s good enough for you, to which you reassure him with lots of hugs and kisses, saying that yes, he’s more than good enough for you.

Boyfriend!Yuta, who just falls in love with you even more every single day.

Note: happy new year !! Sorry for not posting lately😔 I’ve had a lot on my plate, but I’ll go back to writing, woohoo! This is one of my fave works so far, enjoy !!<3

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puppy boy!yuuta ^^ tw: a little nsfw (pre-estab relationship, dub con??)

puppy boy! yuuta who's the clingyest, cutest thing !! he loves spending any amount of time with you. he's always padded right behind you whenever you're in the kitchen, laying on the couch or in bed (even though he's not supposed to be on the bed because he sheds too much)

puppy boy! yuuta who has to be touching you in some way. whether it's holding your hand, a hand on your thigh, or even just his pinky intertwined with yours. he just loves you so much and he doesn't know how to show it. he's like a bubbling pot of affection.

puppy boy! yuuta who takes it upon himself to be your own little guard dog whenever you both go out in public. holding your hand as he carries your bag, shooting protective glares at anyone who's eyes linger for a little longer than he'd appreciate. you were his, after all. and he was yours.

puppy boy! yuuta who lays on you like you're his personal mattress. just full on flops down on top of you for cuddles. but be careful if he gets too rowdy, poor baby's gonna try to bite you. just nudge his head away gently !

nsfw under the cut!!

puppy boy! yuuta who fishes your used panties out of the dirty laundry whenever you're not home. stuffing them in his mouth as he strokes his dick, his tip a lovely hue of vermilion as it leaks pre all over his sweats. drooling all over your panties as his eyes roll back, eventually he'll spit them out, instead using them to aid in getting off. wrapping the lace around his needy cock as he eagerly thrusted up into his own fist.

puppy boy! yuuta who ruts into the side of your thigh while you're dead asleep after a long mission. he just can't help it !! he's been needing you all day, and now that you were home— you were asleep? he continues grinding his hips against your thighs as you laid on your back. his hands were hesitant to touch you, not wanting to stir you awake. he knew how tired you were, of course. sweet thing, he didn't want to interrupt your rest. so he'd stick to humping your leg until he came in his pants.

an: i haven't written smut for the public eye before so like tell me if this is ass 😃‼️ anyway, live laugh love my darling yuuta !!

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{💌} BF ARMIN HCS

armin as your boyfriend hcs 😁 (fem reader)

— sigh you already know he’s the purest boy on earth so him as a boyfriend?? that’s your husband even in the first 2 weeks

— gets you “just because” flowers at least 2 times a week

— he gives you the dictionary thesaurus encyclopedia definition of PRINCESS TREATMENT.

— he will hold your hand everywhere, kneel down to take your shoes off/put them on for you, knows the side walk rule, sends you $$ without you even asking for any and oh my god he’s just so perfect.

— likes to do your hair for you regardless if your hair is pin straight or super curly, he will learn your exact routine in order to take care of it for you

— you’ll never stop hearing “why do you need to do that when i’m here?” nonstop. even for the stupidest things like getting the remote across the sofa. 😭

— his love language is words of affirmation and acts of service, he’s just always there to help you

— will trail behind you like a lost puppy at all times, literally follows you almost everywhere just in case you ever need him to do something for you

— his whole instagram feed is just you, you and you ** EXHIBIT A

— his follower ratio is also insane i’m saying like maybe 10 following (you and friends + fam) and then a good 60k followers

— most definitely has an “i ❤️ my girlfriend shirt” and wears it proudly with a pretty smile

— in public terms, he’s definitely touchy but not as touchy as when you guys are alone

— holds your hand, guides you with a hand on your lower back, has a hand around your waist, and wants you as close as possible to him in public but keeps it to a minimum

— when you guys are alone however, lord you can never get rid of him >>>

— will whine out a “where are you going? 🙁 i’ll come with you” at 3am when you need to pee.

— his favorite spots to kiss you are on your forehead, and yours cheeks, just because he likes to see your eyes go all dazed and happy when he does

— he does that hot thing where while he kisses you, you can feel the smile start to form on his lips

— his favorite pet names to call you are the typical domestic sweet and cute ones that just make your heart melt: baby, princess, love, pretty girl, calls you a good girl when praising you 😸

— your personal photographer everywhere, he knows to get all the angles and most of the pictures on your ig are taken by armin

— loves hugs, hugs are loved by him and just likes hugs, did i mention he loves hugs?

— does that thing where he hugs you from behind, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest esp when you guys are with friends or at parties

— he loves when you run your hands through his hair, he has the fluffiest softest hair ever definitely whimpers when it just feels way too good

— the most soft spoken boyfriend ever, he will never raise his voice at you even when he’s mad or upset (which is rare)

—takes you out on dates often and they’re always the best planned out dates ever (candle lit dinners, picnics

— will hold your heels in one hand after a date where your feet hurt while clutching your hand in the other

— whenever you start talking he sometimes just blanks out staring at you and how pretty you are which then just ends up with him blabbering “mhm’s” and “yeah yeah i get what you’re saying” while being completely zoned out staring at your face

— he always blushes when you show affection towards him first out of nowhere like when he’s talking to you about something and you just reach up and kiss his cheek, he’ll completely lose his train of thought.

— i’ve mentioned this before and i’ll mention it again, he’s a golden retriever boyfriend

— i mean he literally follows you around like a puppy already, he just acts like one in general whenever he’s around you

— he’s definitely a naturally quiet person around people he doesn’t know and kinda reserved but he just falls apart around you with a soft look of fondness in his blue eyes

— i just think of the childhood bestfriend trope when it comes to him or academic rivals

— he takes pride and hangs on to every single compliment you say to him. like throw one “you’re so handsome” at him and he’ll keep it like an id in his pocket

— like if eren said to him, “you’re ugly as fuck” armin will just shrug and smile saying “ _______ doesn’t think so 😁😁” just so smiley god he’s adorable

— in the domestic aspect of armin as your bf, he’s definitely super sweet and just soft with you

— breakfast in bed, cooking for you on the daily, + cleaning the dishes after too, taking care of you when sick

— helps you get dressed when you’re tired, does your hair for you, brushes your teeth for you while softly tilting your chin up between his thumb and pointer finger JUST UGH I NEED HIM SO BAD

— he will get on his knees for you any day of the week 😁 (for anything not just that guys)

— final conclusion and something i think he does that’s really cute

star moments of armin as your bf

★ keeps your hair tie on his left wrist in case you would ever need one

★ gets on his knees to take off your heels or shoes for you

★ never lets you open the car door by yourself and when helping you out or in he always kisses your forehead

★ took it upon himself to memorize every order of food or drink you have and your whole makeup collection to replace it if you ever ran out

★ cried happy tears when you told him you love him for the first time back (he defo told you before you did LMAO)

— overall just the sweetest boy and boyfriend ever 💞💞💞💕💕💓💓💗💗

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my man has morphed me into a Freak! y’all so anything crazy y’all see me post or repost don’t mind me 😕

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Thinking about puppyboy!yuji who will attempt to lick your face clean everytime you eat