#barely barely barely around rn bc finals BUT!

[heartual]

[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...

[gf2bellamy]

HIHI

so i was just watching compilations on yt and i saw a clip from season 7 episode 23 (i havent gotten that far into the series yet) (also the doctor who convention ep which i LOVE) and this is where i find out that this man KNITS AND KNITTED HIS FOURTH DR SCARF (hilarious bc thats what im literally knitting rn)

anyways..... i was wondering if you could write a fic where reader is helping him put together his cosplay for the con

cant wait to see what youll do :p

-🦔

convention — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: established relationship and literally just the fluffiest fluff a/n: hiii !! i love that scene more than anything spencer is so cute - i hope you like this !!!

Doctor Who played in the background as Spencer sat beside you, his long fingers working quickly as he looped the yarn, the half-finished scarf draped over both of your laps. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips pressing together.

You watched him for a moment, mesmerized. But then, he let out a small, distressed noise. “Oh no,” he muttered, his hands pausing. 

You barely lifted your head from where it rested against his shoulder. “Spencer, you still have a couple of hours left,” you murmured sleepily. “Stop rushing.” 

Your fingers traced absentmindedly over the red section of the scarf that had pooled onto your lap. It was soft, carefully stitched.

Spencer sighed, his frown deepening. “I still have about ten centimeters left,” he grumbled before resuming his work. 

“And you’ll be able to finish it,” you reassured him. “Besides, Penelope is going to be late, like always.” 

At that, Spencer finally tore his gaze away from the scarf, turning his head toward you. His eyes lingered on your face for a second before he leaned in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to the tip of your nose. The corner of your lips curled into a smile as you leaned further into his shoulder, letting out a quiet, content sigh.��

“Do you think it looks good?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer this time, tinged with the faintest trace of uncertainty. 

You tilted your head slightly, glancing down at the scarf once more before meeting his eyes. “I think it looks amazing,” you said, and you meant it. Spencer's lips twitched upward, just the tiniest bit, before he turned back to his knitting, 

You were right. An hour later, Spencer had finished knitting his scarf, and now he stood in front of the mirror, carefully draping it around his neck. You sat cross-legged on the bed, watching him with a soft smile, warmth blooming in your chest. 

“I love it,” you said, your voice full of admiration. 

Spencer turned around, his eyes lighting up at your words. A big, boyish grin spread across his face. “Really?” 

You nodded without hesitation, pushing yourself off the bed and walking toward him. “Wait,” you murmured, reaching for his tie, adjusting the knot and smoothing out the fabric. “This is loose,” you added, concentrating as you tightened it properly. 

Spencer didn’t say anything at first. He simply watched you, his gaze soft, his heart full. The way you did this, these little things, the way you took care of him without a second thought, it was something he never thought he’d have. But here you were, standing close, helping him get ready for a doctor who convention like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, a small smile on his face.

“You’re forgetting something,” you mumbled, patting his chest as you reached back to grab his hat from the bed. Standing on your tiptoes, you carefully placed it atop his curly-haired wig, adjusting it just a little, trying to make it sit right. The hat looked a little ridiculous on top of the wig, and you couldn’t suppress a small laugh. Spencer caught your eye, his lips curling into a grin. 

“Wait, sit down,” you said, tugging gently on his arm, guiding him toward the bed. 

He obeyed, sitting down and spreading his legs just enough for you to stand in between them, giving you more room to work. You bent slightly, trying to push the wig down so it would fit under the brim of the hat. 

“Stop,” you squirmed, feeling a squeeze at your waist. Spencer grinned mischievously, repeating the action, making you squirm even more. “Spencer, you’re going to be on your own with this hat if you keep doing that,” you warned with a smile.  He only chuckled in response, clearly enjoying your reaction. 

Two minutes later, you managed to press the hat firmly on his head, securing it in place. You stepped back, admiring the look. 

“There,” you said, wiping your hands together. You reached for his hand, gently tugging him toward the mirror. “You look great,” you said, leaning against his side, your smile wide and sincere. 

Spencer tugged at his scarf, adjusting it with a little nervous energy as he studied himself in the reflection. “Yeah, thanks to you,” he said with a warm smile, glancing down at you. 

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, breaking the moment. Both of you turned toward the sound, and you hurried to open it, revealing Penelope standing there in her own costume. 

“Hello, you two lovebirds!” she called out, practically bouncing on her feet. She pointed at Spencer’s outfit, her eyes wide with excitement. “Love it, Doctor!” 

Spencer blushed slightly but couldn’t hide his grin. “Thanks, Garcia,” he said, adjusting his scarf once more. 

“Well, are you ready to go?” she practically jumped in excitement, her hands clasped together at the thought of the convention. 

Spencer nodded, but before heading out, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between you and Penelope. His gaze softened as he turned to you, a shy and affectionate look crossing his face.  He stepped closer and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering there. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he whispered, his voice low and sweet. 

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. “Have fun, Doctor,” you teased, your hand resting lightly against his chest. Penelope grinned, her eyes twinkling as she shot you both a playful look. “Seriously, you two are adorable.” Spencer blushed, scratching the back of his neck, while you just laughed, shaking your head.

With one last affectionate glance, he followed Penelope out the door, and you waved them off, your heart full. 

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Hells greatest Demon ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : You've had quite a rough day, so Alastor tries his best to cheer you up with some food and a broadcast.

Pairing : Alastor x Reader

Word count : 1305

Genre : Sweet Fluff

Warnings ➵ Hinting of cannibalism (Alastor)

a/n : Very self-indulged bcs Alastor is my comfort chara rn and I'm currently having a rather hard time.. Also I'm very very new to Hazbin Hotel, so I'm so sorry if smth doesn't match up or seems out of character! Decided to write this simply for comfort!♡

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It was another hellish day, like always work was keeping you on your toes, Charlie had yet another plan and of course activity everyone at the hotel had to join in. Niffty was keeping you busy more than any other day, it was slowly getting to you. On top of that, your ex had to show up at your workplace today.

So with all this happening, you decided to get a bit of peace with a tea in the kitchen, but your mind was running a race, ending in simply resting your head on the kitchen table and closing your eyes for a second, trying to tune out Angels and Husks banter at the bar.

"Greetings my dear!" A cheerful, yet accompanied by a radio static sound, voice sounded behind you, you wanted to groan but swallowed it down again. It's not like you despised Alastor, quite the opposite, he was rather lovely and nice to you, shocking. But he sometimes loves to play into someone's despair and you're no exception. "Oh darling, you look rather doomed, haha, why don't you smile, you know you're never fully dressed without one!" Alastor walked past you, shrugging off his coat and laying it onto the back of one of the chairs, his sleeves being pushed up by his hands now. "I'm not really in the mood for smiling right now.." He took a quick glance at you, which you didn't notice of course, before he turned around again to the stove. His staff was now leaning against the kitchen cupboard, soft jazz music was now playing, which was calming you down a bit more.

"Mind sharing your thoughts darling? You look rather lost in them." It was weird for Alastor to care for others problems, yet he asked you, still his back turned to you, your eyes open yet again, following his movements. Getting ready to cook, probably his favorite, Jambalaya. "It's just been a really hard day, Niffty almost got me killed, my boss just dumped a week's extra load onto me which I shall finish in three days, and then on top of this all my stupid fucker of an ex decided to show up at my work." At the last words, just slightly, barely noticeable, the red-haired demon tensed up a bit. "That does seem like a rough day my dear, how about I make you some nice new tea and when I finish cooking you'll get the first plate." Turning to you now, his signature smile was planted on his face, you doubt you ever saw him without one, it can be unsettling at times, but mostly it was fine. Alastor grabbed your teacup, and set up a cattle with fresh water, as he scooped some tea into your cup, all the while starting to prepare to cook. It was calming, he was calming. Despite hearing the others all around the hotel, the jazz music, and the soft sounds of Alastor cooking, you could swear you also heard him hum softly to the music but you didn't dare mention it to him, were drowning everything out.

A hot steaming cup was swiftly set in front of you, the tea a different one now than you had before, but it still gave of a soothing and calming smell. With a thank you, you took a sip of the porcelain cup.

It was quiet in the kitchen for the time being, only the soft music and Alastors cooking, you two were merely enjoying the presence of the other, it was calming your mind and you finally felt your shoulders relaxing. Soon a plate was placed in front of you, it was Jambalaya, which you already ate countless times since staying at the hotel, Alastor loved to make it often. He himself now sitting down beside you at the table with a plate of his own, coat still on the chair, sleeves still pushed to his elbows.

"Thanks!" Thanking him for the plate, you immediately dig in, the taste was amazing like always, Alastor truly is a master at cooking. Soon the others joined in the kitchen, the kitchen was now booming with voices and laughter, but this time it didn't bother you, it was nice to eat all together. Laughing at some joke Angel just made, before talking with Charlie about some idea how to get new guests for the hotel. All the while the eyes of a certain demon were on you.

After the good meal, everyone together started cleaning their dishes, Nifty almost threw her fork at an insect on the floor, but Husker took the fork away before she could accidentally harm someone. In the end, it was just you and Alastor left, as you put away all the clean plates now, Alastor putting his coat back on, as he took his microphone staff.

"So how are you feeling dear? Better now?" Jumping a little bit at how close his voice suddenly was, turning your head just slightly, noticing how Alastor was now standing behind you and leaning over your shoulder. "Y-Yes! Thanks a lot again!" Stepping away from him, he simply watched you with his usual smile. "Splendid! How about you join me for my broadcast?" Eyes going wide now at his offer, he never allowed anyone to join him when he goes on air, hell, if someone were to disturb him they shall never be seen again. So to say you were stunned was an understatement.

"I would love to but.. are you sure?" You often listened to his broadcast when you had time, or sometimes put it on when you go to sleep, but to listen to him live? That would be amazing. "Well of course my dear, if I wasn't sure I wouldn't have offered! Well then! Let's get going!" A big smile was now stretched on his face, as he was leaving the kitchen in tow with you.

Arriving at his radio tower, which you never saw from the inside before, so you're actually a bit hyped to join him. Holding the door open for you like the gentleman he is, you enter and immediately start looking around. Walking over to the big windows, you could see the city below, from up here it looked so small, it was amazing. "Well my dear, do take a seat wherever you like, we're soon going on air." Looking back at Alastor with a smile now as you nod, taking a seat on the couch on the wall. Overall the room wasn't that big, his room, which you saw before a few times, was definitely bigger than this. Leaning against the wall a bit, you wait for Alastor to start his broadcast.

"Salutation hell, good to be back on the air today..." You were listening closely, he was playing some soft music in the background while talking. Slowly the exhaustion from today was creeping on you more with every minute that passed. And before you knew it, your consciousness slipped away intdreamlandnd.

Alastor kept the broadcast going, ending it after a good one or two hours, looking over at you, his dear darling. A smile wide on his face, as he puts everything he used away to his original place. Slow steps were made over to you, as he was shrugging his coat off and laying it over your body carefully. "Sleep well darling, hope you liked my broadcast." A strand was pushed behind your ear, that fell in front of your face.

Turning to the door now, the soft smile he wore for you, slowly turned into a sinister smile. "Now to that ex of yours.." Leaving the room, he closes the door behind him, and let's just say, he had a nice midnight snack this time and your ex to your surprise never showed up at your workplace again.

[meowkunas]

walking in on you with your favourite toy !

w/ sukuna and choso (separate)

warnings/tags: implied fem! reader (bc that's how i'm thinking about it in my head rn), suggestive, 18+, no curses AU, in a relationship with choso, it's anyone's business who you are to sukuna (housemates maybe??), definitely not in a relationship with him though and you probably have to deal with him walking around shirtless all the fine and looking fine, the toy is a vibrator

a/n: thinking about them a lot recently

Sukuna is not amused. This is not his fault.

If you were going to be doing such private things, then you should lock your door.

"I can explain." You say.

Sukuna gives you a once-over. You're extremely calm for someone who's just had a ruined orgasm. The vibrator is still buzzing a little away from where you'd given up on trying to turn it off and just thrown it to the side for hopes of bringing some small sense of decency back onto your naked form. The blanket is haphazardly tossed over your legs.

It barely covers you.

You're wearing a big t-shirt and nothing else on the bottom half. He got a pretty good glimpse in your panic anyways — wet, wanting, twitching... He can't seem to get it out of his mind anymore.

An eerie acceptance settles over your face. It must be the adrenaline, Sukuna deducts.

"Okay." Sukuna says, crossing his arms and pushing the door closed behind him. "Explain."

"Well." And you have the audacity to hesitate on your words still, as though he isn't already wasting his time and attention on you. "You should knock." Pause. "Next time."

Sukuna lets out a barking laugh. "There won't be a next time, brat." He stalks over to you. It's a bit more imposing than you would imagine, especially when his eyes are scanning over your form as though he's already eating you up in his mind. He decides to toss a side-glance to your vibrator in an attempt to embarrass you further, before drawing his attention back to you.

It works, a brief flicker of panic exposing itself on your face as you seem to finally catch up to the situation.

"Just ask. But don't try to be cute about it." Sukuna continues.

"Sukuna?" You ask timidly, still trying to figure out what he's actually proposing.

"I told you not to be cute about it."

That seems to rile you up, and you feel a flash of annoyance run through you. "I'm cute about everything."

You just get to finish your sentence, before he cups your jaw dangerously tight, tilting your face to look up at him. Perhaps you weren't such a quiet and innocent housemate after all. The way your cheeks squish together is kind of cute actually.

He thinks you might look better crying.

A sound between a questioning mumble and a choke leaves your throat. You open your mouth to say something else, but his fingers are already tracing down to your collarbone. He tilts his head slightly as he feels your breath hitch.

"Lie back." Sukuna says, nudging your shoulder a little.

It's a final warning, you realise. A checkpoint in deciding whether you want to continue or not.

You do follow his instructions, jerking slightly as he manages to slide his hand onto you and press down onto your sensitive clit. His hands quickly move to keep your legs open.

He stops moving for a bit and you peek up at him to see what he's doing. The vibrator is in his hand, looking rather small and pathetic.

"We'll see how easily you cum from this, and depending on whether you impress me..." His eyes travel from your lower half up to your eyes. "I'll show you how good it'll feel to take me."

Choso is polite about it. Every kiss you've shared with him has been soft, sweet even. He's never shown any particular interest in furthering it. It's why you're so oddly embarrassed when he walks in on you with your vibrator pressed against your clit.

"Choso!" You manage to slip the vibrator out of your hands and turn it off, ignoring the urge to pull the blankets over your head.

His face reveals no surprise, nor a blush. A feeling of insecurity runs through you and a stinging starts behind your eyes. Huh.

In the silence, he's staring very intently at your closed legs. He takes a step into the room, still saying nothing.

You jump slightly when he sits beside you on the bed. He's uncertain, bordering on nervous as his fingers twitch slightly.

It's quiet enough that you think you should say something.

"Choso—" You say again, in a softer, more reassuring tone.

He cuts you off. "I'll help."

The matter-of-fact tone makes you blush. You forget how straightforward he usually is.

You shake your head. "It's fine. If you're uncomfortable with it or you're not really sure, you don't need to—"

Choso reaches under the covers from where you've thrown your vibrator. The top of it still glistens with your slick. He takes it out, twisting it in his hand as though to investigate it. He presses the button until it vibrates a bit too loudly.

It's not a setting you usually would have set it on to start with.

"Just tell me what to do." He says.

Good thing there's a lot of different settings for him to play with under your guidance.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Van!! I hope ur doing well!! Sending u my love and good vibes!

Anyways…I came here to talk about something very important. Pervy Logan.

I am obsessed with Logan just being a total perv and proud of it. Obviously just with you like when ur dating. He’s shameless though. Slipping his hands up ur shirt or down your pants or skirt.

Saying super dirty things randomly just to fuck with you. Him wanting a quickie at every moment of the damn day bc hes so insatiable

I need it

ROSE!! All the hugs and kisses for you babes!!! 😘😘😘😘

I LOVE PERVY LOGAN!!! I made a pervy logan headcanon post awhile back, but i honestly think im gonna need to make another one (i wish i could rn but im fried and its not going to get better until im home tomorrow night)

Some thots, for now 😉

I just love the thought of him just being perverted about everything you do. He thinks everytjing you do is an invitation

Eating a popsicle? "You wanna lick something else princess?"

Doing yoga stretches? "Wanna try those poses with me?"

Bend over in front of him, just trying to pick up something "tryna tell me something babe?"

Existing? "I wanna fuck you so damn bad."

He likes watching the wind blow up your skirt. Hes probably stuck his phone between your legs while walking to get some photos. Hell take your panties from you whenever you wear a skirt or dress. Wants to know youre bare underneath (he'll NEVER let anyone see tho)

And youre spot on- WILL just slide his hand up your shirt to grope you, coming uo behind you and pressing kisses to your neck as he plays with your tit and youre telling him to stop (but really dont) and within seconds hes dragging you into a closet for that quickie. Only to want another one an hour later.

Loves to watch your tits jiggle, watching the skin ripple as he smacks them around and gives them a shake. Same with your ass. Big or small, hes obssessed with your body. Definitely stares at your ass and tits if you jog around him

Dont get me started on when youre actually having sex too. That man is SICK when hes fingering you, or fucking you. Will literally drown himself in the puss juice. Sputtering and gasping for breathe as he finally breaks himself from burying his nose and mouth against your cunt before just going back at it again.

Will figure out a way to fuck every part of you. Has fantasized aabout covering you head to toe with his spunk. He wants every type of job from you, footjobs, thigh jobs, hand jobs, tit jobs.

I might write a fic too.....

[tojisun]

i saw this and was IMMEDIATELY reminded of biker!simon.

like imagine reader casually sneaking her hands up and palming his torso oh lord.

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNkyRyKB/

HE IS SO??? RESPONSIVE??? MY STOMACH FLUTTERED???? no because u are right!!! that is sooo biker!simon

AND!!! CHASE ATLANTIC??? YEAH OH MY GOD YEAH!! i thought biker!simon would be more into atmospheric rock but i can so see him jamming to chase atlantic while out on a ride. got the walls on repeat or right here or (and just imagine him thinkin about u as he plays this song) church teeheee

and beloved anon omg?? calling my silly lil drabbles magic got me swooninnn. u after my heart sweet luv?? bc u can have it rn <33

!! suggestive - minors dni; groping in public; somewhat body worship // im sorry for how short this is :(( hope u would still like it my luvs

you’re handsy today, simon muses, feeling his blood thrum at the slow glide of your hands along his hips. they’re just gentle touches with no purpose – mindless swirls of your acrylics against his sweats, your fingers spread out on his thighs and simon almost coos at just how small your hands look against his legs. 

simon loves it when you’re like this – tits pressed against his solid back, your hands lax as they find purchase on his hips. it took you a while to trust yourself to hold instead of just wrapping your arms around his middle, and simon thinks how he would never want to go back to those days when your hands aren’t mapping his body.

because there is something so addicting to the way you touch him – soft. gentle. reverent.

he melts into you, his eyes fluttering with every slide because, and god simon wonders if he can ever find the words to tell you so, it feels like your perfect hands are cradling all that he is – scars and bruises and once-jaded heart and all.

he groans when your hands dip closer to his pelvis, massaging at the crinkles between his thighs and his hips. your hold gains strength, it gains power, but simon feels it all so gently, like you are showing him the parts of his body that you adore. 

he feels choked up, overwhelmed all of a sudden. 

you tap twice on the edges of his lap – can i?

simon lets go of the handlebar just long enough to tap twice on the back of your palm – go on.

and so you do: your hands drag along the inside of his thighs, greedy as they tease his parted legs, your palms warm as they hitch closer, higher. even more daring.

simon moans, his head falling back and bumping against your helmet when your hand finally falls on top of his chub, the pads of your fingers swirling against the sensitive head of it. he bares his neck at the quiet pleasure, the drags of ecstasy crawling in an almost muted way as you continue to just paw at him softly.

there is no buildup of desperation or carnal lust licking up along his veins, just sensual touching.

worshipping.

you stroke him through his sweats, your hand turning into a loose fist to cup his rising tent. a groan reverberates from his chest before it slips from his lips, and he wonders if you felt it with how much you are pressed to him. if your body could feel just how much you affect him – your dauntless supremacy unquestioned even as simon navigates the roads.

he feels you tap twice onto his thigh again – more?

and simon pretends he isn’t shaking as he responds with his two taps – please.

[pinkaditty]

(let's conveniently ignore his curse)

rui and marathon sex. that's it that's the ask

no anon you're so correct

every time y'all send in an ask that's juicy like this it lights a fire under my ass. i can't decide if i love putting this much effort in2 silly asks or hate it. regardless, enjoy:

a/n: probably the last time im writing smut 4 a little while. i need 2 get back 2 writing some romance bc im no longer proud of my smut rn and i wanna write something sweet or biology-based </3 im burnt out of smut man i need haku 2 hug me or something

summary: marathon sex with rui. he's so needy.

cw: slight dom!reader, sub!char, reader is receiving and is afab, penetrative sex obviously, etc etc. MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

Marathon sex with Rui. Walk with me here:

The touch-starved, lonely womanizer finally gets his hands on someone without fear of sucking the life out of them. Old habits die hard, y'know...he's gonna suck the life out of you another way.

You're not sure how long it's been. If you had to guess, it's been anywhere from two to seven hours- either way, it's been a while. A long, long while. You'd love to complain, but you were certain your complaints would fall on deaf ears, and you were much too weak from back-to-back orgasms to say much. You were somewhere between being held hostage and being an enthusiastic, willing participant. It depended on whether your brain was clouded with pleasure or not. You couldn't tell whether Rui had experience or not, but regardless, his precise yet desperate ministrations with his tongue seemed to do you in pretty quickly.

He'd chosen to bury himself between your thighs at one point, and you'd lost count of how many orgasms you'd had since he started. His hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs, fingers sinking into the plush skin before releasing and finding another area to knead. He was desperate to touch all of you, and despite being at this for a while, still hadn't seemed to get enough. His tongue still wasn't tired, forming gentle circles around your clit, lapping at your folds from top to bottom, softly sucking at the juices that sprung forth from you. A mix of his saliva and your juices dribbled down his chin and soaked the sheets of his bed. Your hands were pressed against his head, gripping at his blonde hair and futilely attempting to push the ghoul away from you. It hasn't escaped your attention that he's enjoying this, his hips rolling forward into his bed, seeking friction. Despite your weakend state, you feel another one coming on. He must know it too, as he hums excitedly and returns his focus to your clit. You cry out, your hands gripping his hair harder and switching between pulling him closer and pushing him away, his head barely following your hands. The coil in your groin grows tighter, and your clit quivers in anticipation. Your vision blurs all over again, and you brace yourself, feeling your legs tremble. One more gentle stroke of his tongue against your clit, and you're bursting, arcing your back and pulling his head further into you. He gladly follows your pull this time, letting you ride it out on his face, his hips still thrusting into the bed beneath him.

As your orgasm finally simmers down, you let go of his hair, your arms collapsing on either side of you. You pant heavily, your legs still trembling with aftershock. You are only allowed a few moments of respite before Rui starts again; slow, gentle licks upon your clit. You cry out again, and reach for him, pushing his head away urgently. "Rui. Rui, baby, please, please. I don't think I can take anymore. No more." You words are punctured by loud moans, your clit beginning to feel sore and your mind overwhelmed with overstimulation.

Reluctantly, at your pleas, he pulls back, his hips ceasing their movements as well. He stares up at your face, licking his lips clear of your essence and wiping the rest of it off his chin. He shimmies himself upwards, pulling himself over you and laying his head between your breasts, giving you a soft pout and puppy eyes, pleading silently. His eyes are clouded with lust, his cheeks are flushed red, and his lips are swollen from working at your folds for so long. You're certain you probably appear the same way, feeling heat flush through you from his gaze boiling with hunger.

You manage to resist him, shaking your head. "Noooo. No. Bad boy." You push your palm into his forehead, rejecting his advances. He groans, but doesn't concede. He shifts his head, brushing his lips over your hardened nipple. You don't have any time to react before his mouth suddenly closes over it, sucking harshly. He pushes himself further up your body to steady himself and you feel his leaking tip press against your thigh. You stiffen, biting your lip to stifle a moan. Your sore clit jumps as Rui teases your nipple, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it as he does. Your hands fly to his head, gripping his hair tightly. He moans deeply and you feel his cock jump against your thigh. You can't tell if he's doing it on purpose or not, but his tip shifts across your thigh, getting dangerously close to your folds.

"Come now, Rui..." Despite your tone, your voice is soft, weakened by the continuous moans forced from your throat. "What did I tell you? I can't take any more." You watch him helplessly as he eagerly sucks at your nipple, releasing it and catching your gaze at his words.

He pouts and moves closer to you, staring at you insistently. "Come on, please," he pleads, lowering his head to the crook of your neck, speaking between gentle kisses, "I promise I'll be good. I'll stop if it's too much." His voice is somehow still clear, flirty tone present in his words. His kisses become licks, his tongue trailing down your neck. You shiver in response, appeased by the promise of more to come, but simultaneously apprehensive about your already sore clit. When you take some time to mull it over, he pauses, lifting himself up to gaze down at you. He's pouting again, looking at you pleadingly as though that would be enough to change your opinion. It almost works.

His gaze darkens just slightly, and he dives by your neck, lips pressing into the shell of your ear. "Come on, please?" He begins to thrust his hips forward, his hardened length rubbing against your swollen core. "I have so much more to give you..." His words trail off into a soft moan, his tip nearly slipping inside you. He continues moving his hips, rubbing himself against you, pleading with you for permission, sultry tone to his voice that works to melt you every time.

You sigh, combing your fingers through his hair. "You're so needy." His tip once again presses against your folds harshly, just enough pressure to not slip in.

Rui nods into your neck, mumbling as his mind becomes clouded with need. "Yeah, I am. Please, please please please, come on, I'll be good."

Without a word, you wrap your legs around him, trapping him. You cling to him, preparing yourself for his needy thrusting.

He murmurs multiple 'thank you's into your neck, muffling them with kisses along your jawline. He reaches down to maneuver himself inside, pausing only to rub his head up and down your slit. You feel him twitch excitedly. His breaths puff against your skin, hitting just below your ear. You were excited too, feeling your body tense up as you wait for him. Your walls clench eagerly around nothing, waiting to be full. At last, he pushes inside, slowly filling you up with his length.

It doesn't matter how many times you've done it. To Rui, it will always be like heaven. It shows in how he hardly waits to start thrusting, how he sucks multiple hickeys into your neck to muffle his moans, how he keeps a bruising grip on your hips with one hand, the other teasing your breasts or running down your sides or holding your lower back. The seemingly endless sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with Rui's muffled moans and your not-so-muffled ones. The sensation of his length sliding back and forth along your walls always sends you into a frenzy, your eyes beginning to roll back and your nails clawing into Rui's shoulders. Eventually, Rui's pace becomes erratic, his thrusts stuttering and his moans growing louder. You wrap your legs around him tighter, squeezing your walls on him. He lifts himself from your now bruised neck and whines, holding your hips tighter. He faces you, his eyes swimming with lust and his lips parted and wet with saliva. "Gotta cum, gonna cum..." He warns you, keeping up his pace despite being out of breath from speaking alone. His voice is so whiny. "Let me... please, fuck, let me cum, please..." Anything past that point turns into incoherent pleas, his eyes rolling as he tries to hold it together.

You shakily reach up and hold his cheeks, nodding at him. You could barely hold it together yourself, his cock pressing into the same perfect spot with each thrust, rubbing sweetly against your walls, stretching you open wider and wider as he bottoms out. Your voice comes out breathy and punctured with moans, but neither of you care. To him, you've never sounded more angelic. "Go on darling, you've been a good boy." Rui almost crumples at your words, moving his hands from your hips to hold your cheeks, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours. His sweaty bangs stick to your forehead and his breath puffs against your lips. He keeps up his pace, too far gone to even thank you for your permission. He finally stills within you, pumping himself to a slow stop, moaning loudly as he does. You feel his cock twitch multiple times within you, a warm liquid seeping into your walls. He shivers, pressing his lips against yours urgently, his hand moving to angle your jaw upwards. You happily oblige, kissing him back eagerly. You let your legs collapse on the bed, no longer trapping him. You have to pull him back to break the kiss, huffing out a quiet laugh. "Good boy."

He smiles shakily before nuzzling himself into your neck again. He still hasn't pulled out, but you don't pay that any mind, happy to let the peace continue, aftershock running through both of your bodies, causing the occasional twitch.

You are only laying there for a few minutes or so before Rui pulls himself back up again, pressing his lips behind your ear. You are pliant to his gentle kisses, enjoying the neediness and attention. That is, until he shifts again, and moves his hips yet again, setting a slow pace. You exclaim out of confusion, returning your hands to his hair and shoulders, holding on for dear life. How could he be ready to go again?

"Come on, Rui—fuck!"

a/n: this was so ASS i feel it in my bones but 4 whatever reason i cannot convince my body 2 rewrite it which means it must be good enough 2 post i fear. god i hope this lives up 2 ur standards anon bc im kinda disappointed in this one.

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So Take It

sukuna x f!reader

poll decision - double winner bc im down bad rn 🫠

Summary: The second Sukuna saw you he took you as his. To his surprise you take everything he gives you eagerly and always beg for more. 

Warnings: 18+ true form like fr, swearing, vulgar language, size/bulge kink ofc, bondage(might as well put the two extra hands to use), spanking, oral(f+m), masturbation(m), p in v, dp in v, breeding kink, he’s a lil soft at the end 

Authors Note: i didn’t think i would write monster porn in my lifetime but like c'mon it’s sukuna 🤭 AHHH also first time writing for him and this fandom in general so be gentle w me unlike dude in this fic 

Word Count: 2.9k there’s no plot to this btw just straight depravity 

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It’s been months now since you first encountered Sukuna but you’ve been seeing him everyday since. Instead of leveling cities with his anger he levels you into your pillows. Your friends tease you but still know that you’re the reason the king of curses has been semi contained. You keep your time with him private but it doesn’t stop them from asking and making you a flustered mess.

“Just tell us.” one of them groans. 

“She can probably barely take him now, let alone his true form.” another retorts. 

“I can take him in any form.” you put your hands on your hips with scrunched brows. “It’s none of your business what we do.” they grin at your words but are looking up and behind you. “Wha- Oh.” you know that rough touch on your waist as his hands land on them. You go to turn to him but another hand covers your mouth. A third hand?

“We’ll be back.” why does his voice seem so much further away?

You lean back into him and your surroundings warp back into his domain. He must be particularly upset if he’s bringing you here. He’s been content enough to take you in your apartment but the energy coming from him is charged and excited. When the surroundings finally settle you turn to him and he grins as your eyes widen. He’s so big. You blink up at him and he watches you walk around him before coming to a stop in front of him, craning your neck. 

“What’s wrong?” your head snaps down to the mouth on his torso. 

“It can talk?” your brows furrow.

“It is me.” he steps closer. 

“And you can move all these arms?” you blink up at him. 

“I can.” he smiles with both mouths. “Take off your panties.” his lower mouth licks it lips. 

He watches you reach under your skirt and pull them down. You step out of them and bend down to pick them up before holding them up to him. He plucks them out of your hand and shoves them into his pocket before two of his hands lift you up. He watches as you look down over his shoulder before turning and looking at one of his eyes. You lean further back and study the changes to his face, softly touching and caressing. 

“You got so tall. So big.” you whisper watching his grin widen. You gasp when two of his hands grab each of your ankles and spread your legs. He lifts you further up and you grip onto his shoulders. “Sukuna,” you press your forehead to his chest as his lower tongue slides between your thighs. 

“Why are you so wet?” he chuckles as his tongue presses through your wetness. “Hm?” your legs tremble in his grasp. “Speak or I won’t let you come.” one of his hands leaves your waist and lands on your ass. 

“Cause of you.” your voice is already wrecked and he smiles satisfied. 

The hand that remains on your upper body presses into your lower back, smashing you against his upper chest. His grip on your ankles tightens as your legs start to shake when he focuses on your bud that always elicits his favorite sounds. He starts to press a thick finger into you and you look up at him with heavy eyes. You lean up to try and reach him but he’s just too far away. 

“What are you whining for?” he starts to pump his finger listening to your whimpers. 

“Wanna kiss you.” you reach up for his face. 

His tongue speeds up as he presses a second finger into you. He chuckles when your eyes roll back as he starts to slam his fingers into you. The sounds of your wetness and constant string of whines cause him to laugh at how truly desperate you are for this. Of course you wouldn’t shy away from his true form you would just want him to fuck you even harder. His perfect little fuck doll. 

“Can I?” your words pleasure slurred. 

“Can you what?” he slows his fingers down to almost a nonexistent pace watching your face fall. “Can you what?” his tongue is still lashing against your throbbing bud. 

“Come. Can I come?” you shake in his arms as he starts to slam his fingers into you again. “Kuna I-“ you cut yourself off with a scream as he starts to press a third finger into you. “I- 

“Then come.” he watches you go limp in his arms. “Look at you.” he chuckles. “Fucking yourself dumb on my fingers.” your hips are jerking against his hand as you fall apart. “Pussy squeezing my fingers like they’re gonna fill you.” he laughs, still slamming his fingers into you. “Gonna have to wait. Don’t think you’re ready for my cocks yet.” he relishes in your soft cry as he stuffs a fourth finger into you. 

“Kuna please,” your nails dig into his skin. “I’m gonna-“ his tongue and his fingers are sending you into overdrive. 

“You’re gonna what?” he chuckles. “Already making a mess all over my hand.” his fingers tighten around your ankles when you start to press open mouthed kisses on his chest. “Tell me.” he curls his fingers and you dig your teeth into his chest as you pulse around him. 

“Naughty girl,” he tsks, pulling his fingers out. “You’re supposed to ask.” he spanks you and hears your pleasure drip onto the ground. As he continues to spank you he pushes his tongue into your fluttering core. “One more right here then I’ll take you home.” he leans down and whispers. 

“Here.” you pant, peeling your eyes open and looking up at him. 

“Here, what?” he chuckles, feeling your legs continuously shake. 

“I want.. mm,” you can barely form a word. “Lemme come, I.. Sukuna,” his hand on your back pushes you closer as you tremble when his hand lands on your ass again. “Please, please,”

“Since you asked so nicely.” he points his tongue and flicks it against your bud and you go taut against him. 

“Thank you.” you whisper. “Thank you.” you press your forehead against him. 

“Look at that.” he shakes his head when he lets your legs go and they fall back together and dangle limply. He sets you down and your knees buckle and he chuckles bending down to you. “Come on.” he offers you his hand with a smirk. 

“Kuna,” you pant reaching up. “Just here.” you blink up at him. 

“Just here, what?” he sighs and picks you up. 

“Fuck me here.” you scoot up trying to reach his lips. “Please.” he lifts you further so you can reach his mouth. 

“You’re gonna want your pillows.” his lower mouth answers while he’s occupied with your mouth. “I’m gonna set you down or all your friends will see the mess you made under your skirt.” he chuckles and lowers you down as the sun starts to speckle in. You lean back against him with a furious flush as you friends snap their necks looking at the both of you. 

“Are you serious?” their eyes widen. 

“My little princess needs her pillows.” he tilts your chin back to look up at him. 

He turns you both and you lean into his side as he leads you back to your apartment not caring if anyone thinks you're walking funny from your tilt. When you both make it to the front of your building your legs feel like jelly and you're trembling from the things he’s telling you he’s going to do. After you push open your front door he has you picked up and striding into your bedroom. 

“Take your clothes off.” he sets you down. 

“You too.” you blink up at him pushing your skirt down your hips. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.” he shakes his head with a smirk. 

“I want to see you.” you whine pulling up your shirt. “Please, please,” you step closer, unclipping your bra. “Please?” you push your bottom lip out and you grab his waistband.

“Go on.” he nods down to you. He lets out a low chuckle as you pull on the fabric and let out a gasp before looking back up at him. “Hm?” one of his hands trace your jaw. “They’ll fit.” his lower mouth grins. He pushes his pants down and watches your eyebrows raise as you take in both of his cocks. 

“Kuna.” you step closer. “I don’t..” you grab onto one of them. “They’re both so big.” you lean down and press your lips to the side of one of them. “Lemme try.” you drop your jaw and suck one of his tips in your mouth. 

“That’s a good girl.” he wraps one of his hands around his other cock and strokes himself watching you try to take him in your mouth. “Your little pussy is going to hug them so nicely.” you look up at him with big eyes. 

Your lips are stretched so widely and you feel spit leaking out the sides as you try to bob your head. One of his hands is moving your hair back all while still jerking into his other hand. You pull back and he has you pressed against your bed the next minute. Two of his hands grab your ankles, spreading your legs as he leans over you. 

“Still weeping for me.” he chuckles when his lower tongue licks up your slit. “I’ll start with one.” his voice unusually soft as he bends down and takes your mouth for his. “But you will take both.” you nod against him bucking your hips up into his lower tongue. 

“Oh,” you gasp into his mouth as you feel the head of one of his cocks pressing at your aching core. “Kuna,” you cry into his mouth as his lower tongue quickens as he starts to press into you. 

“Little pussys just sucking me in.” he chuckles watching your face scrunch. “You’re doing so good.” you turn your head to the side and see a mouth on one of his palms. “Know you wanna kiss me.” the mouth chuckles and he snaps his hips into you at the way you let his hand cover your face as you desperately kiss at another one of his mouths. 

With every snap of his hips you whine into his mouth and scoot up the bed. You feel his other cock sliding up the side of your slit and the anticipation is sending pleasure through every inch of your body. The tongue on your bud is relentless and you feel him everywhere. Wherever you need pleasure he has a mouth or hand at the ready. He watches from above as you tremble below him and arch into his touch. Your pussy is making a wet mess all over him and he needs to be fully inside you. 

“Gonna start stretching you.” he groans, bringing one of his hands down and pressing a finger in next to his cock. “So fucking tight.” he brings a second finger next to his cock and you whine. “Shh, you’re fine.” his tongue quickens on your throbbing bud and your pleasure slams through you. “I’ll let that slide this time.” he grunts. 

“Sorry, ‘m sorry.” your words slurred as your hips start to jerk against him. “More,” you mumble. 

“More what?” he chuckles watching your eyes roll back. 

“Just gimme the other, ’m ready,” you nod, reaching up for any part of him he’ll offer. 

“Remember you asked for it.” he laughs lowly and you grab onto his hand pressing your mouth to the one that you find on his palm. 

Sukuna watches you tremble and shake beneath him. He can’t believe how desperate and needy you are for this. Sure you said you’d take it but he never expected this. He moves his fingers from beside his cock and pulls out and begins to press both tips at your entrance. He chuckles when your eyes snap open but he leaves his palm on your face. He watches your little pussy stretch open for all of him. The way he can feel you squeezing around him has him shutting his eyes momentarily.

“What are you mumbling about?” he grits through his teeth before he moves his hand. 

“So big.” he watches you press a hand to your lower tummy. “So full of you.” you manage to peel your eyes open. “Think I’m gonna come.” he feels your legs tremble in his arms. 

“Ask.” he pushes deeper into you still nowhere near bottoming out. 

“Can-” he pushes a couple more inches in. “I..” you shake your head the stretch and the pleasure catching up with you.

“You come again without asking and I won’t be gentle anymore.” you let out a choked laugh at his words. 

“This is gentle?” his tongue flicks against your bud one last time knowing what’s going to happen after. “Ku- Kuna please,” you burst around him and he slams the rest of the way in you, stealing your breath. 

“Even bigger now.” he grabs your hand and presses his on top of yours on your lower tummy again. “Taking all of me like the good girl you are.” he starts to rock his hips. 

Your mind goes blank as he starts to pound into you. All you can think about is the curse above you and his two cocks slamming inside of you. Small noises and broken words spill from your mouth and he brings his hand back to your mouth to quiet you down. He watches his harsh thrusts bulge in and out and how his cocks come out coated with your juices. His tongue licks up from your bud and circles one of your nipples. You arch off the bed and he uses his other hand to lift you and press you against his chest. The new angle pulls a scream from your throat. 

“I don’t.. don't know if I can.” you’re limp in his arms as he ruts up into you. 

“Oh no, no, little girl.” he laughs. “You said you could take it, so take it.” your nails dig into his arms as he feels you pulse around him. “You have quite the punishment coming up for how much you're coming without permission.” all you do is press your lips against his chest. 

You try to respond but your words are lost. Your mind is lost. All you know is Sukuna and his two cocks splitting you open. You find the energy to peel open your eyes and tilt your head up to him. You reach a weak hand up and grab at his chin and he looks down at you with flushed cheeks. This is your favorite time, when he thinks you’re too fucked out to notice his blush and his soft noises. Maybe you are too fucked out and you’re just imagining this softness, his pink cheeks.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours as he continues to break you in two. “Little pussy was made to take all of me.” one of his mouths pant as he moves you up and down as he pleases. “Doing so good.” you nod knowing he’s about to burst soon. 

“Kuna,” you pant feeling your high quickly approaching. 

“Then come,” he grunts, thrusting up into you faster. “Gonna fill you so good it’ll come outta your mouth.” his eyes crazed. “And I’ll scoop it out and shove it right back in this pussy.” you fall apart around him and he digs his fingers into your ass. “Carrying around my cursed babies in your tummy.” he watches you nod your head. 

“Please Kuna,” he hears you whine as he’s shooting his pleasure inside you. “Mm, so much,” you rest against his chest. “So full.” you whimper as he starts to lay you back on the bed. 

“You did so good.” he slowly pulls out. “Besides coming without asking.” he groans watching your pussy flutter and cry with his come. “You asleep?” he tugs on your leg.

“Mm,” you have no energy to form words or open your eyes. 

“And you’re expecting me to stay?” he looks down at your still heaving chest. 

You barely lift a hand up before you feel the bed dip next to you. He always stays, he just asks so he can say you begged him to. He looks down at you curling into his side and wraps two arms around you. He brings another hand to wipe off the hair sticking to your forehead. He watches you sleep soundly while coming up with different ways to punish you. 

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❛ I'VE GOT YOU ❜

Uchiha Itachi X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.8k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, oral -> female recieving, reader is feeling a lil sad and itachi makes her feel better, ofc don't do this irl (if smo is feeling down the solution is sex, bc no it is not, this is purely fictional)

˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) hii hope you’re well! can i request itachi x fem or gn reader comfort sex? i need him so bad rn it’s not even funny - ANON

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You get home to your apartment and you see your man in the kitchen, seems like he just came to see you because he was still donned in his Akatsuki cloak.

"Itachi," you whispered.

"It's late," his voice was soft, concern laced in his words, he must have realised that you had come home from work later than usual.

You didn't have a good day, not at all.

You sink into the couch, your body against the plushness of the cushions. You feel the couch shift as he sits beside you, his cloak discarded to only grey pants and a shirt underneath. For a moment, there was no speaking. He didn't push, didn't ask what was wrong. He just knew when to give you space.

You tried to steady your breathing, but when he sat down beside you, you let it go. Your shoulders shook and a choked sob escaped before you could stop it. Your cheeks streamed with tears as the weight of the day crashed on you all at once.

Itachi leaned in closer without a word. His hand reached out and lay against your back, reassuring in its touch. Warm fingers mapped slow, comforting circles across your back as he let you cry.

"You don't have to explain," he said softly-barely more than a whisper above silent. "I'm here."

His words snapped something in you, and then you knew you had turned into him, burying your face in his chest. His shirt felt cool against your skin, while his body was warm. You clung to him, your hands clutching the material of his shirt, as your sobs wet the cloth. He held you tightly, yet tenderly, never once drawing away.

"You're allowed to feel this," Itachi whispered some time later, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "You don't have to be strong all the time."

His arms wrapped more closely around you, his fingers threading softly through your hair. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the beat of his heart beating now to the same speeed as yours. He pressed his chin against the top of your head.

After a few minutes of this, your sobs finally died down and left you with deep exhaustion. You just remained there, tucked against him, not wanting to move yet.

"Itachi." you whispered, your head rising just slightly so you could look up at him. His eyes met yours, deep, dark eyes that always seemed to understand you in ways no one else did.

His hand brushed against your cheek, wiping away one errant tear with the pad of his thumb. He leaves his hand there long enough that your breathing hitches a bit, a warmth starting to build in your chest. His fingers trace along your jawline-soft, unhurried.

You leaned into his hand, closing your eyes for a moment as one let the sensation wash over him. The light caress of his fingertips danced down your back; a soft shiver overspread you, and opening your eyes again, you found him watching you, his gaze steady yet deeper with something that quickened the beat of your heart.

His forehead finally came to rest against yours. His breathing grazed your lips, and your heart was racing with the thought of how much closer the distance between them was getting. His hand tracing around your cheek a moment before now made its way down to rest on your neck. His thumb lightly brushed over the sensitive pulse point of your neck. The simple touch sent shivers across your skin, and you swallowed hard while trying to steady your breathing.

"Itachi...", you whispered lowly.

His hand on your neck tightened infinitesimally, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he tugged you closer to him-you felt the firm warmth of his body through his shirt.

"Itachi," you said again, but with a lot more purpose this time as your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and you looked up at him, searching eyes for what came next. There was something magnetic in the way he looked at you; his silence a great deal more than any words.

He leaned in toward me, his lips barely touching mine-light as a whisper-but to his nerves, it was a raging fire. It seemed he waited, tested the waters gave one the chance to retreat if so wished-but I did not. That light teasing touch from his lips had sent a surge of heat through me, and before I knew it, I leaned the rest of the way in, closing the gap completely.

The kiss was slow, deliberate. His lips danced against yours, leaving you out of breath, his hand on your neck guiding you with ease. It was as if the world melted away and, in its place, there was only the two of you.

His heart rate showed in the clutch of fingers that closed on your waist, pulling you closer still until no space existed between bodies. A soft moan escaped your throat, his kiss deepening, his tongue slipping past your lips to taste you with a languorous sensual intensity. You gasped against him, your hands shifting from his cloak onto his chest-hard muscle beneath his shirt. His lips left yours, trailing down your jawline, down toward your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Itachi..." His name fell from your lips again this time more breathless, more needy as you leaned to the side, granting him further access. He required no further encouragement. His mouth found the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing and nibbling lightly, sending waves of pleasure across your body. His hands slid lower, coming to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking over the skin just beneath your shirt. The light touch was enough to set your senses alight, and you arched into him, your body responding to every one of his movements. "You're beautiful," he murmured against your skin, low and husky, the words sending a thrill through you. His lips moved back up to capture yours once more in a kiss that was hotter, more urgent this time. His body pressed against yours in a way that left no doubt about where this moment could lead. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, voice low a hum, eyes searching yours for confirmation. His thumb brushed over your lower lip. You nodded, breathless, lips swollen. "Yes, Itachi... And with that, his lips were back on yours again, and the world faded to black once more as you let go, completely, into his arms. "I'll take care of you, don't worry, you want me to, darling?" he asks.

"Please," you whimper as his teeth graze your neck before he strips the clothes off of your body. 

And now, your legs over his shoulders and your head thrown back against the plushy pillow beneath your head on the couch. There was also a smaller pillow propped underneath your hips, Itachi said that it would make it more comfy for you and it did. He always worried about your pleasure and comfort.

"I-Tachi," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit.

"Are you okay?" he asks, worried about how much your voice was whimpering at the small amount of contact with your most sensitive area.

You squirm under the hold Itachi's hand on your thighs, back subtly arching into his face, wanting to indulge further in his touch.

"Yeah," you say breathlessly.

"You'll be alright, my love," Itachi reassures, placing soft and fluttery kisses on your stomach.

You shiver underneath the simple gestures, awaiting when he puts his tongue and fingers to use.

"'M know, Itachi," you replied, your fingers interlacing with his long black hair which was now free from his hairtie. 

Itachi descends once more to your most sensitive area, your soaked cunt. "Tell me if it's too much."

"You never hurt me, 'tachi," you said while a shaky breath leaves your mouth.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Itachi's grip keeps you in place.

"L-Love," you moan out.

"I know, darling," Itachi reassures. "It's okay, I'm here, tell me if it's too much."

Once more, Itachi's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips.

"Are you okay?" he asks before licking a long stripe up your folds and you moan, your back arching and your cunt pressing further into his face which he relished in.

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Yeah, 'm am, Itachi."

He loves you so intensely it hurts, and your response makes his heart sing. His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his constriction, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit. Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it.

"Itachi, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

"You're okay?" Itachi asks.

When you feel a thick finger push past your closing walls, you furiously nod your head, your eyes expand, and you cry with delight. It felt so fantastic that you never want it to finish, even though you thought you would break because he was so huge.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Itachi was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.

"You're being so good, you're doing so well," Itachi moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the mattress, this was your pleasure, not his own.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

His motions become more rapid and needy as you cry his name through broken letters, and the one hold he held on your leg tightens. Your stomach coil tightened, and your fingers wrapped around his locks to stop him from moving and make him sigh deeper into your folds.

The only thing the groans did was push you over the edge, and when he placed his tongue firmly against your clit, a quiet scream from your lips. Your stomach coil unwound, soaking his face completely.

He slowly removed his fingers from your drenched pussy, your cum spilling out from your puffy folds. Before rising his head, he places a kiss on your clit and your mewl softly in overstimulation.

"Are you alright, love?" he asks worried, kissing away the pleasure-caused tears streaming down your cheeks and the side of your face. "Do you feel better."

You were so tired just after that one orgasm and Itachi seemed to notice and he lifted you from the couch so that you were able to rest on him, snuggling up against him on the couch now. "Thank you, Itachi."

"Anything for you."

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[neuvistar]

no bc imagine gamer blade with virgin/inexperienced reader 🥹🥹 (im in my gamer blade brainrot rn omg)

INEXPERIENCED.

— featuring ┊gamer ! blade x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual btw! not proofread cuz i’m a lazy bum, virgin!reader obvi.. blade referred 2 as “yingxing” bladie being all gentle with u but then it goes wrong (he loses 2 his demons), mating press, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊oooo ngl i lowkey feel like he would also be a virgin, like it’s his first time too but he knows more than u do, ykwim? (this has been rotting in my drafts for awhile here u go!!)

honestly.. it’s not like you were experienced in this sort of thing.. and it’s not like you were thinking about doing this kind of thing when you’re ready, you had knowledge about it but you weren’t told that it was gonna probably gonna hurt for the first time?!

here you were, hands gripping at the sheets from beneath your sweating frame.. trying your absolute best not to squeeze and clench around blade’s cock that was carefully buried deep inside your drenched cunt, it’s not like you weren’t enjoying it.. you loved it. you absolutely love the fact that it fits just right, filling you up only a few inches deep! he was not even barely in and you were already moaning out his name, nuzzling your nose against the flesh of his neck to hide the blush that crossed your face. it was embarrassing really, atleast that’s what you thought. you were inexperienced and blade knew that, he said he was as well but you didn’t quite understand just why and how he’s so good with using his dick, you didn’t know if he did this sort of thing before and he was lying or he watched played or watched some.. pornographic film, you didn’t even know! you were so deep in thought that you almost didn’t even feel the pain of him fully sliding himself into you so easily, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

out of reflex almost, your pussy pulsed around his cock.. the walls of your insides pulling him in even closer as blade threw his head back at the sudden movement, fighting the urge to thrust into you completely and break you tonight, but that’s not happening.. no.. not tonight at least. blade wanted to take it slow with you, be sweet.. but the way you were clenching around him made it more difficult to control those urges. “e—easy sweetheart, eaasy.. yeah that’s it..” his voice sent a line of electricity through your body, making you jolt. aeons, he really knew how to use his cock.. he knew how to use it pretty well and he knew how to show you just how good he can use it.

“yingxing.. y—yingxing ‘s too much already.. dunno if i can take it..” you whined to him, clutching tight on the cotton black shirt he always wore until your knuckles turned white, squeezing your eyes shut when you finally feel his cock sliding in and out of you, his thrusts were slow and sweet.. passionate and full of love. but yet, it was your first time and you had such a tough time trying to accommodate his length.. it’s like you could feel tears forming from the ends of your eyes already from how good it felt, yet it hurt like a bitch. you didn’t know if your tears were from the pleasure or pain, but it’s safe to say it was from both.

“you can take it, big girl. i know you can. c’mon, keep going.. you got this.” he praised, well that was a surprise. blade had his hands on your knees to help your legs spread out more, letting the cold air brush against your soaked pussy as you whined again, he bit down on your shoulder to try and restrain himself from ruining you for the night. sweat trailed down all over your body from how hot it was, blade could almost feel like his body was melting and burning from the heat of the moment, running his fingers through his hair as he looked down at you with a dangerous stare. that sight.. that sight of you beneath him.. how sweat dripped down all over your body, how your breasts were slightly bouncing from the impact of his gentle thrusts, how sweet you sounded every time you whispered “yingxing..” under your breath, how you had your hand on your mouth to prevent you from making any more noises.. oh how he stretched your poor pussy out from his cock alone, how lewd the sounds of squelching were.. it drove him crazy.

well, you weren’t wrong when you thought about how good he was with his cock! and there, blade lost control as his slow passionate thrusts became more quickened and desperate ones, his grunts growing louder the more he slammed himself into you, tightening his grip around your knees. “yingxing..?—“ “sorry.. i need this.. i need this now, angel. i’m sorry— ah..” was all he mumbled before his dick practically hit every spot inside your walls, you could’ve sworn you could feel your eyes gouging out of your eye sockets as his pace quickened further, grabbing ahold of your knees and forcefully pinning them against your chest, keeping them in place as he proceeded to dick you down, the sound of creaking from the bed increasing as well as your moans and the noise of skin slapping against each other, fuck.. he was getting more and more desperate the more he fucked his dick into you, egging you on to take more of his length and girth.

“fuck fuck fuck.. yingxing please!” your voice was muffled against him, wrapping your arms around his neck as blade bullied his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt, his tongue flicking against the skin of your neck as his fingers gently squeezed your breast. “mm.. does that feel good?" blade asked softly, his tone now filled with lust. “yeah.. more? you want more? i’ll fucking give you more..”

blade was completely out of it now.. squeezing you in a mating press as he pushed your knees further down your chest, the new position allowed his dick to access your deepest areas.. the pain soon disappearing as it was replaced with pure pleasure and euphoria, the euphoric feeling deep within your veins.. that euphoric feeling of how good he was fucking ypu to oblivion. “don’t squeeze around me like that.. you’re gonna make me cum, [name].. i can’t—“ blade bit his lip as he grabbed your knees, pinning them even further as he pounded inside your aching pussy, the position could make him come alone from how flexible you were.. damn. “yingxing!” the way you said his name, the way his named rolled so gently off your tongue, your teary eyed expression.. he wanted to see even more of it.

honestly.. you were inexperienced but you don’t think that.. you were inexperienced enough to take his cock. you knew damn well that night.. you took him like it was nothing.

perhaps.. maybe you can do it again more often?

[heizouz]

nsfw sub!kazuha x gn!reader, needy kazuha, semi public

another kazuha thing bc i love my baby and i need him rn i think. nothing else to say. rushed ending and v heavy word vomit basically

the ship’s back room on the deck was freezing at night, but kazuha feels so hot. your hands on his bare skin burn, your lips pressing against his jaw, down his neck, so soft but desperate against his lips sting. he's so needy, leaning into your touch, chasing your lips when you pull away and panting hotly against your skin.

you'd been so touchy and needy for each other all day, but work on the ship had been a lot and there'd been no time for each other all day. so you'd pushed him into the first empty room you could find when you'd finally finished your jobs, pulling him into a desperate kiss before you'd both made it to the floor with needy touches.

your legs are now trapping his hips against the floor, grinding every so often against his clothed cock to hear his breath hitch and whimpers get needier. his hands are everywhere, on your hips, covering his face, curling into fists at his side. but when the tips of your fingers start to push his shirt up towards his neck, kazuha’s nails grip the wood of the ship’s floorboards and he writhes needily, back arching and hips pressing up into yours.

“sssh, kazuha..” your voice is soft and muffled by pressing kisses down kazuha's chest, hands bunched into his shirt to expose his skin for you to cover with kisses and pretty marks. the boy whimpers, eyes flicking down to glance at you, meeting your eyes and getting flustered, arm flinging over his eyes with a quiet moan. to tease, you crawl down his body, nails gently brushing down his sides, trailing your lips down to his stomach.

you pull at his pants, blinking up at him when kazuha gasps, involuntarily lifting his hips to let you have access. you smile a little, leaning down to press kisses over his cock over his pants, “so needy today, darling.”

kazuha responds with breathless pants, scratching at the floor and bucking his hips when you finally tug his pants down. he gasps at the rush of sudden cold air against his hot skin, eyes wide and needy when you crawl back up to meet him again. you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips but stopping just before they touch. kazuha arches to meet your lips, wanting so badly to kiss you but a whine rips from his throat when your hand wraps around his cock, thumb teasing his leaking tip. you can't help but grin against his lips as he gasps and whimpers, trying to push his hips more into your hand.

“quiet, my love.” you whisper, capturing his pretty whines with your lips against his softly. he melts into you, eyebrows scrunching in pleasure when you start to move your hand along his cock, trying to keep up with your pent up kisses but he feels so hot and overwhelmed and needy that he's just whimpering into your mouth. he feels so exposed even though he's still clothed, but you're fully covered and his bare skin is out and covered in your desperate marks and you're teasing his dripping cock in a random room on the ship where anyone can walk in.

when you pull away, glancing down between your bodies to squeeze his cock gently, kazuha drops his head back against the wood and moans quietly, “please..”

“hm?” you glance back at him, head tilting and thumb teasing the underside of his pretty cock. kazuha’s eyes are hazy and hooded, cracked half open to stare at you and he can't say anything because the breath has been knocked out of him from how you're stroking him. you raise an eyebrow, pressing small kisses along his jaw, “answer me, darling.” you press, but you trace the pad of your thumb over the head of his cock to tease him.

kazuha obeys, however, through pretty whimpers, “please.. need you-” he bucks into your hand, his own fingers brushing over his chest, “need to cum, please.”

“you do?” the quiet wet sounds of your hand speeding up along his cock is the only sound you can hear other than kazuha’s needy, gradually growing in volume whines. you press giggly kisses over his cheek, before throwing your thigh over his and straddling him, hand still working on his cock, “you've got to be quiet if you want to cum, darling. don't want anyone coming in do you?”

kazuha shakes his head at that, but can't help the soft moans from his parted lips at the feel of your hand around him. quickly, your hand goes to cover his mouth, pressing him against the floor and stifling his noises, yet quickening your fist around his cock. “there you go,” you coo, “now you can cum all over yourself, pretty boy.”

[greenxgloss]

Hello hello!! My first time requesting here <3 Can i request a bf g dragon x reader where its the morning after boom shakalaka-ing (take my phone away whats wrong with me—)

A/N: im laughing maniacally rn bc i loved the way this turned out and I hope you do too. also this was literally so funny and guess what they're def gonna boom shakalaka again. sooo sorry for how short this is I didn't know how to change it up or add to it

Summary: What began as a fleeting night stretches into something harder to leave behind. When paths cross again, curiosity outweighs caution—and neither of you pretends it meant nothing. Word Count: 2.3k Themes: Explicit References, Alcohol Consumption, One-Night Stand Turns More

You try to slip out unnoticed, clutching your heels and dignity. But he’s already awake, propped against the headboard, tattoos half-covered by the sheet and a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

"Leaving without breakfast?" he asks, voice low and smooth like the jazz still playing from last night’s playlist.

You means to say yes. But then he’s in the kitchen—barefoot, shirtless, cooking eggs like he’s done this a hundred times. Like youre not strangers. Like you belong here.

He doesn't press for your name, just hands you coffee in a chipped mug and brushes a kiss to your shoulder like it’s second nature.

And just like that, youre not sure it was a one-time thing after all.

With a quiet sigh of resignation, you set your purse down on the edge of the tiny kitchen table, its chipped paint barely visible under the morning light bleeding through the small window. The view outside is nothing but a blur of rooftops and motionless traffic, but you barely notice it.

“I… I had a good time,” you say, your voice soft, a smile tugging at your lips as a faint blush colors your cheeks.

Jiyong doesn’t turn around. He’s standing at the stove, barefoot and shirtless, the tattoos on his back flexing with every movement. He cracks an egg into the pan like he’s done it a thousand times, the sizzle a sharp contrast to the silence in the room.

“Do you mean that,” he asks, tone calm but pointed, “or are you just trying to escape gracefully?”

His voice is teasing, but it’s laced with something sharper—curiosity, maybe. A challenge. You hesitate for half a second before standing, feet silent against the hardwood as you make your way back into his room. His shirt is crumpled on the floor, the same one he peeled off last night without much ceremony. You slip it on—it swallows you whole, still warm from his skin—and return to the kitchen.

“No, I meant it. It was… really good, actually,” you reply with a shy laugh, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt as you sit down again.

Jiyong glances at you over his shoulder, smirking. “Thought so,” he says, flipping a strip of bacon. “Never heard someone scream like that before. And the way your legs were shaking—”

“Okay!” You laugh, eyes wide with playful embarrassment. “Jesus.”

“What?” he grins, finally turning to face you fully, holding your gaze as he sets a plate in front of you stacked with bacon, eggs, and two slightly burnt Eggo waffles. “There’s no shame in knowing you did something right.”

You open your mouth to reply but come up short, caught somewhere between a scoff and a smile. You pick up your fork instead, trying to keep your composure while he makes no effort to hide his amusement.

“I don’t even know your name,” you murmur, eyes dropping to your plate.

Jiyong leans in then, slowly, his own breakfast forgotten for the moment. His bare knee brushes yours under the table as he slides his chair closer—intentionally, unapologetically. When you glance up again, he’s already watching you.

“You don’t remember my name,” he corrects, his voice velvet-smooth. “You said it plenty last night. Screamed it, actually.”

Your mouth opens in protest, but no sound comes out. He chuckles and finally extends his hand like he’s meeting you for the first time, all over again.

“Jiyong,” he says, eyes dancing. “Pleasure to formally meet you.”

You hesitate only a second before placing your hand in his. His grip is warm, confident. And lingering.

Something in your chest tightens.

Maybe this breakfast is more than just a courtesy.

Maybe you are, too.

You take his hand, trying not to think about how good it feels. His palm is calloused, warm, grounding. His thumb brushes over the back of your hand in a lazy circle before he lets go, but not before he gives your fingers a little squeeze that leaves you rattled in the best way.

“Do I get yours?” he asks, cocking his head slightly. That half-smile returns—mischievous, a little dangerous, but easy to fall into. Just like last night.

You finally offer it. Your name slips from your lips a little slower than you intend, as if saying it somehow makes this more real.

He repeats it back to you, low and deliberate, like he’s testing it on his tongue. Like he already knows it by heart.

“I like the way it sounds. Especially when you're out of breath,” he adds, sipping his coffee with maddening calm.

You roll your eyes and take a bite of the waffle, which is a little overdone but tastes better than you expected. Or maybe it's just him. The way he moves, unbothered, like he's completely at home in this tiny apartment with a stranger wearing his shirt and no pants.

“I don’t usually do this,” you murmur, chewing slowly.

He hums, unfazed. “Sleep with men whose names you don’t remember, or eat breakfast with them the next morning?”

You shoot him a look. “Both.”

“Then I must be special,” he grins, leaning back in his chair. “Unless you tell that to all your one-night stands.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you retort, smirking behind your coffee mug.

His gaze lingers on you for a beat too long, eyes flicking from your mouth to your legs curled under you on the chair. There’s heat there—undeniable, unhurried. But something else, too. A curious kind of attentiveness. He isn’t just looking at you. He’s studying you.

“I would,” he says, voice lower now. “I’d like to know everything, actually. What makes you blush like that. What makes you laugh. What you’re thinking about right now.”

Your breath hitches, and you glance away, embarrassed at how easily he disarms you.

“I was thinking about leaving before you woke up,” you admit softly.

He doesn’t flinch. Just tilts his head again, watching you carefully. “Why didn’t you?”

You hesitate. You could lie. Say the waffles smelled good. Say you were too tired, too lazy to slip out the door. But the words that come out are the truth before you even realize they’ve left your mouth.

“Because you were warm,” you whisper. “And you… held me like you meant it.”

Jiyong’s expression softens, the cocky edge to his smile fading into something more intimate.

“I did,” he says simply. “Mean it.”

He leans forward then, elbows on the table, his knee brushing yours again, slower this time. “You don’t have to run. Not yet. Finish your eggs. Let me make you another coffee. And if you want to pretend this is more than what it started as—just for a little while—I won’t stop you.”

Your fork hovers above the plate. You blink. Slowly.

“Would you?”

“What?”

“Want it to be more?”

He gives you that look again—like he’s peeling you open, thought by thought.

“I don’t say this often,” he murmurs, “but I’d like to see you again. After today. Clothes on, preferably. But if you insist…” He trails off, that devilish smirk returning as he reaches over and gently plucks a crumb from your lip with his thumb. “Either way, I’m not in a rush to forget you.”

The air between you feels charged now, humming with possibility.

You glance at the clock on the wall, then at your phone lighting up with unread messages.

And then you look at him. Barefoot, shirtless, tattooed and calm as ever. Sitting across from you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And suddenly, leaving doesn’t feel so urgent anymore.

-

Three days later, you spot him across the room before your brain fully registers it. You’re standing in the corner of a dim bar downtown, wrapped in soft laughter and secondhand smoke, a friend’s drink in one hand and your phone in the other—when a shift in energy pulls your gaze to the far end.

And there he is. Jiyong. In all black. Rings on his fingers, tattoos peeking past the rolled sleeves of a button-down shirt that doesn’t belong in this dive but looks obscenely good on him anyway. He’s got a glass of something dark in one hand and a lazy grin on his face like he owns the place—or maybe just the moment.

He sees you before you can pretend otherwise.

His brows lift in subtle recognition, like, well, well, look what the universe dragged in.

You brace for a nod, a polite smile, maybe a wave if he’s feeling generous.

Instead, he starts walking toward you. Of course, he meant what he said the other morning. How could you doubt that?

You try not to panic.

“Twice in one week?” he says when he reaches you, his voice smooth enough to drown in. “I must be dreaming.”

“I could say the same,” you reply, sipping your drink to give your mouth something to do. “You stalking me now?”

“If I were, I’d be better at it.” His grin widens. “I would’ve ‘bumped into’ you with better lighting. Maybe coffee. Less noise.”

“You make it sound like a date.”

His eyes skim down your figure—slowly, appreciatively, with enough heat to make your stomach flutter. You loved how he didn't have to touch you, reach for your hip or even pull you close to entice you. it was the way his eyes trailed you and the delay in his words because he was studying every minor expression, making sure to catch every little way your nerves peeked through to him.

“It could be.”

You scoff, trying not to smile. “Pretty bold for a guy I only spent one night with.”

“Pretty bold for a girl who stayed for breakfast,” he counters, and your cheeks heat instantly.

You hate how easy it is with him—how his presence nudges something loose in you. Something that hasn’t felt this alive in a long time.

“What are you drinking?” he asks, already flagging the bartender over without waiting for your answer.

“You don’t even know if I want to keep talking to you.”

“Then tell me to walk away,” he challenges, voice lower now. “Say the word and I’ll vanish.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. And he knows. Damn it, he knows.

He leans in, breath brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Didn’t think so.”

A drink is set in front of you. Your favorite, somehow.

You stare at it, then back at him. “How did you—?”

“I remember more than just how you sound when you fall apart,” he says, soft but wicked. “You talk in your sleep, remember?”

You shake your head, exhaling a laugh. “I really shouldn’t like you.”

“But you do,” he replies, clinking his glass gently to yours. “At least a little.”

You sip. He watches.

It’s dangerous, this game. But the pull is magnetic, impossible to ignore.

You can still feel echoes of the night—his hands on your hips, grounding you as if he needed you steady just as much as you needed to fall apart. The way he looked at you in the half-light, eyes dark and unwavering, like he wasn’t just seeing your body but memorizing every way you moved beneath him.

You remember the way his breath stuttered when you whispered his name, the way he slowed down right before you shattered, like he wanted to make it last. Like he wanted to remember the exact moment you gave in.

And the way he held you after—arms tight, heartbeat steady, no words exchanged but everything said. Peppering soft kisses on your shoulders. That kind of sexual chemistry is rarely produced on the first time together. You think that might be why you can't stop thinking about it.

“Tell me something real,” you say suddenly, voice steadier than you feel. “Something not smooth or sexy. Just… real.”

Jiyong pauses. And then, without flinching, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

He says it like a confession—quiet, raw. Not just words, but truth with teeth.

And just like that, your breath catches. A heat appears in your stomach and slowly drips to the spot between your thighs. Fuck he's got you.

“I don’t do well with what-ifs,” he adds. “I like answers. So tell me—are you just a night I got lucky with, or are you someone I’m going to keep finding in every crowd I walk into?”

You avoided this question the other day, though you knew what you wanted, but you couldn't be sure that he was telling the truth. Men are... men.

You don’t answer right away. Not because you don’t know, but because the world seems to still itself for a moment—like it’s holding its breath, waiting alongside you. The clatter of glasses, the hum of conversation, the low thump of bass-heavy music—it all fades into something distant, muffled beneath the sudden rush of your pulse.

His eyes are steady on you, searching, quiet but intent. His hand rests on the bar, just inches from yours, and somehow the space between your skin feels more alive than touch itself. It would take nothing—just the tiniest lean—for your fingers to brush. But neither of you moves. Not yet.

Your heart is louder than the music now, beating against your ribs like it wants to answer before your mouth does.

You take another sip, mostly to ground yourself, partly to stall. The drink is smooth, familiar. Comforting in a way nothing else here is. You let the silence stretch, let the moment thicken, until the words come out softer than you mean them to—fragile, like a truth you weren’t quite ready to speak aloud.

“I guess that depends,” you say, lifting your eyes to his. “On how good the next breakfast is.”

For a second, he’s still—just watching you, like he’s replaying the words in his head to make sure they’re real. And then, slowly, that grin breaks across his face. Not cocky. Not playful. But warm. Quietly stunned. Like you’ve just handed him a second chance he didn’t know he was hoping for. Like you’ve made something possible that didn’t exist a moment ago.

And just like that, the night shifts.

Something unspoken settles between you—delicate, uncertain, but undeniable.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “You haven’t even tasted my pancakes yet.”

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[star-girl69]

As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

like

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

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[hyuckswoman]

“as i said before, i’m going to send an email later on in the day with the groups. before anyone asks yes i assigned them but you can switch if you want to. this class is made of pairs so as long as you’re in a pair i don’t care who you’re with. just make sure to update me with the new list” your professor says as you pack your things to leave

“do you hope we’ll be together? cause i hope we will it would be super funny” you hear jisung say right behind you. this man will not leave you alone it seems “oh you’re still ignoring me? you’re lucky i’ve got things to do cause i would’ve followed you for your whole trip back home” he says getting ready to leave you alone

“that’s called stalking weirdo” you hear a voice say. you turn around just to see mark. not very surprising as you were supposed to meet with him to hangout “she likes it, don’t worry” jisung replies before leaving “man this guy’s so weird” you hear your friend whisper (more to himself than you) “you don’t say”

“hallelujah i am NOT with jisung in my group this is bliss. i want to thank the lord, my family and friends for getting me here. i am so proud to be here today besides you. this moment is so much bigger than me.” nothing could begin to describe the amount of joy you felt when you opened your email and saw that your name was nowhere near jisung’s. even mark was tense, he had his fingers and toes crossed for you. when you saw that your partner was this really nice (you assumed, you barely have any friends so you didn’t talk to her)

“do you feel relieved?” mark asked finally letting his fingers and toes un cross “fuck yea i do, i literally can avoid jisung for the rest of this semester this is what i dreamt of my whole life dude” you take your phone to text your partner seeing that she had already texted you. “no fucking way” was all you could utter

10. no fucking way

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notes: i moved to seoul lmao and it’s just so fucking weird?? like i arrived yesterday at like 10 am and i lowkey (highkey) want to go back home. idk i just know that i’ll have a hard time here and knowing that the next time i see my family is in months makes me sad lmao. plus it’s hard bc everyone is like omg you must be so excited n stuff and im like noooo i want to go back homeeeeee. plus i have to take classes that are harder so even academically wise im gonna struggle. but anyway im done complaining! i know this is someone’s dream probably so i should be more grateful but it’s a bit hard rn ngl lmao

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[ayatosschlong]

FRAT BOY AYATO SAKAMAKI HEADCANONS (ft. frat boy Yuma)

warnings: some nsfw. mention of alcohol, drugs, and spiking.

got accepted into university with bare minimum grades but what really got him in is basketball scholarships and dad's money/connections

now this is a very important detail. he wears a backwards hat and he has a tongue piercing

one of his frat's traditions is having girls take polaroid pictures of their tits and they hang them up on a wall in the frat house. whoever is voted best tits by the frat is the fraternity sweetheart for that year

like he and his frat bros just sit at a table passing tit pics around and they each give a rating

Ayato: "this bitch is a chichinashi. i rate her tits about a 2"

Yuma: "but shape over size bro.."

he probably keeps some of those polaroids under his pillow and goons to that shit

dorm roommate is Yuma

Ayato is definitely the messy roommate and Yuma is more responsible with the cleaning. like there are several times Yuma has to sit him down and be like "alright bro listen i'm glad you're getting bitches but can you please stop leaving used condoms on the floor"

and whenever Yuma is on his ass again about his poor housekeeping he'll text you and be like "yo wanna come over? my roommate's being a buzzkill rn but i'll kick him out" just to annoy Yuma and because he's horny

and oh yeah there are many times he's had to kick Yuma out just bc he wanted to fuck (and vice versa lol)

the inside of his car is full of empty energy drink cans, ripped plan B boxes, random panties from girls he's hooked up with and whose names he doesn't even remember, and a Black Ice Little Trees car freshener but it barely works anymore

does not take his first 1-2 years of university seriously. all that matters is that he fucking finally has a taste of freedom and he loves the college experience

he spends those years partying and getting shitfaced like there are so many times he shows up to his 8 AM classes with a hangover

would experiment with every party drug ever

is very competitive at drinking games especially beer pong

at parties he probably spikes girls' drinks or takes advantage of them when they're drunk tbh

JUMPS OFF THE ROOF INTO THE POOL AT PARTIES EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. he just loves the attention and people hyping him up

probably does stupid shit at parties like throwing a bathtub out the window

he and Yuma shotgun or chug beer at parties and they peer pressure Subaru to drink more than he can handle (poor Subaru)

they've also once made Yui do a keg stand at a party

Yuma usually has more control of his alcohol intake at parties and the next day he has to be the one taking care of Ayato whenever he has a hangover

like sometimes Ayato accidentally skips his morning classes bc he's still asleep in the dorm recovering from a hangover and Yuma has to burst in and be like "oi! wake the fuck up man"

he and Yuma are gym rats. other than the basketball court and parties he can also be found at the campus's gym a lot

he loves chill carti songs. like i can imagine one of the best memories you'd have with him is going on a night drive with him and his friends and while you're in the backseat with him he's teaching you how to hit a bong for the first time while this song is playing and he makes fun of you for being inexperienced with things like smoking but omg you feel butterflies and you just wanna kiss him. DO YOU SEE THE VISION

other times you accidentally get high bc he keeps blowing smoke at your face and he teaches you how to inhale by blowing the smoke in your mouth before kissing you so you don't cough it out (literally got this hc from twitter oomf)

around his 3rd year or so is when the academics start getting harder and that's when he has to start settling down with all the parties if he doesn't wanna get kicked off the basketball team for having poor grades. he's like "shit i fr gotta lock in right now" and becomes more responsible and starts taking his future more seriously

but bc he never learned to develop good study habits during his first 2 years he never gets enough sleep and he starts getting addicted to energy drinks from constantly having to pull all-nighters to study (i'm in the same situation as a junior in uni right now so i get him aw)

he also can't focus on studying unless you're with him or unless you're in his bed bc your presence is just comforting to him for some reason?? and bc he just CANNOT stand silence like he needs someone to talk to or else he'll go crazy

there are many times he gets warned that he could get kicked off the basketball team bc of his grades slipping but somehow and some way he always gets back up and does better bc he can do anything he puts his mind to <3