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[itty-bitty-sunshine]

@pillowspace I was looking thru my ibis and found an old doodle from the first time ive ever interacted with you

As a fellow artist I've followed and liked for a while while it was needless to say the biggest jumpscare I had that night

Anyway I'm so sorry for this but I find the buff doodle of you hilarious

[jflemings]

— warmth

pairing: jessie fleming x reader

synopsis: it’s still chilly in portland, but jessie’s always warm

warnings: none!!

a/n: inspired by the fact that it’s cold AS FUCK rn. this shit was meant to be a cute lil thing but noooooooo i had to go and try to outdo myself like ???? stupid ass

you were forced to leave jessie lonely in bed this morning after you snoozed your alarm for the third time. you’d reluctantly pulled yourself out of jessie’s hold and slithered out from underneath the covers to get ready for work, looking back at your girlfriend who couldn’t decide if she wanted to take advantage of the extra hour and a half she had to sleep or if she wanted to see you off to work.

she decided on both: laying around in bed whilst shamelessly ogling you as you got dressed. she had looked so sleepy, so cute, that all you wanted to do was crawl back under the covers and cuddle up to her again. you were left moping around as you put on your work clothes, grimacing once you took one look outside.

“it’s raining” you had said flatly “i can’t believe it’s raining”

“it’s fine” jessie said sleepily “just don’t get wet”

you knew by the way the end of her sentence slurred that she was well on her way back to sleep’s embrace, and there was no way you could be mad about it. between the nwsl preseason, international break, and olympics prep, it was safe to say that jessie was due for a well-earned lie in.

you made yourself a coffee to go, brushed your teeth and slipped on your shoes before going back into your bedroom to bid your canadian goodbye. she had grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you in a way that left you dizzy, before turning around and snuggling further into your pillow.

your day from there couldn’t have been described with any word other than dull. it was full of revisiting work that you had already done and taking phone calls that ended up being long-winded and drawn out — ones that could’ve just been an email had your clients had the forethought to do it.

a chill trails it’s way up your spine, the icy fingertip’s of portland’s cold air pushing themselves into every minute crack and cranny they can get through. all it does is make you want to do is crawl into bed with your human heater of a girlfriend and lay there until you physically cannot anymore. when you look at the watch on your wrist you have to resist the urge to run out of the building. instead, you pack your bag hastily and ignore the shrill call of your coworker chris begging to get drinks with everyone from across the room.

you double check — triple check, because that’s a habit you picked up from jessie — that you’ve got everything you need before speed walking to the elevator. you bounce on your toes impatiently and shoulder your way into the (thankfully) empty elevator, hitting the button for the parking garage numerous times before willing the doors to close quicker to avoid awkward small talk with max, a guy that you’re certain doesn’t realise you’re a lesbain despite the photos of jessie plastered all over your office.

you see his unruly blonde hair pass you as the doors close and let out a breath before watching the floor numbers go down. the concrete cold air of the parking garage makes you shiver again when the doors open, making you curse yourself under your breath for not just bringing the extra jacket like the little voice in your head told you to. you tell the little voice to shut up before you get to your car and crank the heat, hastily pulling out of your designated parking spot and almost speeding out onto the main road.

three red lights, someone who doesn’t know how to use their indicator, and a frustratingly slow start to the afternoon rush hour later you’re pulling up to your apartment building. the rain has let up long enough for you to from work to home, but as soon as you step through the threshold of your new home, it’s pelts again.

it hammers against the windows and you slump against the door. you were cold, tired, and in desperate need of jessie cuddles, something that you were keen to seek out once you heard the tv in your bedroom going.

you pad down the hall and see her exactly where you left her: snuggled up in bed, head laying on your pillow and hair thrown about like she’d been trying to get comfortable. she pulls her attention away from the tv and immediately opens the covers up for you, only to frown when you don’t immediately jump into her arms.

“what are you doing?” she asks as you toe off your shoes and begin to unbutton your trousers.

“i’m getting out of these clothes” you say not looking at her “i’ve been in them all day and i can’t be in them for a second longer” you stress, throwing your socks, trousers and shirt into the hamper.

jessie frowns as she watches you grab out an oversized chelsea hoodie and an old pair of pyjama pants she’s tried to get you to throw out multiple times. you also grab a pair of fluffy bed socks — the ones she got you this past christmas after you’d stolen hers when you went to canada — and flip the bed covers up at the bottom.

she watches you crawl up her body under the covers, flinching slightly when your cold fingers graze the exposed skin of her hips. you settle on-top of her, your legs straddling her hips as your head lays firmly on her chest.

one of her hands is instantly in your hair, massaging your scalp slightly as you settle all of your weight on top of her.

“bad day?” she asks quietly.

you nod against her “too cold. needed jessie time all day”

a laugh vibrates through her chest as her heart skips slightly at the sound of you saying you needed her. you love hearing her heart do that, it makes her all the more real when she feels like a dream.

“you can have jessie time whenever you want” she says as she wraps her arms securely around you.

you slide off her front and mould yourself against her side, one leg thrown over her own as your head finds it’s spot in the crook of her neck. jessie pulls one of your arms around her middle before wrapping her own around your back, pushing you slightly onto her.

you hum in her neck and breathe in deep before placing small kisses along the side of her neck. the midfielder can’t help but giggle at the ticklish contact, squishing her cheek against you “stop” she whines whilst pulling you further into her.

you relent and bury your face further into her neck “can we order in” you mumble into her warm skin “too cold to move, need to stay on top of you”

jessie scratches your scalp with her blunt nails whilst also running a hand up and down your thigh idly “thai sound good?”

“thai sounds amazing”

[judecole]

caught on film. cp20

pairing: you x cole palmer

summery: you’re a famous retired footballers daughter and have been dating cole for a few months. the media hasn’t caught on to your relationship just yet but your appearance at the euros final in a certain players shirt causes quite the stir.

word count: 2114

authors note: idk

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

You’re not exactly sure what you did in your past life to end up here, in this beautiful grand hotel in central Berlin. Despite your luxurious lifestyle, being born with a silver spoon in your mouth and having everything you ever wanted, you never took a single thing for granted. The hotel foyer is vast and grand, great marble columns dwarfing everyone in sight and traditional historic paintings in huge gold frames hanging on every wall. It’s beautiful. You stay in these kinds of hotels regularly but they never cease to amaze you. Your family PA is checking you and your family into the hotel as the several concierges begin collecting your luggage. You smile warmly at them and thank them before the manager greets you to show you to your suites. As soon as you enter your room you lay flat out on the bed, exhausted from your day travelling. You’d been flying back and forth from the UK to Germany for the last month. Any major footballing tournaments were a big deal in your family, you’ve been to pretty much every one since you were born. You can remember being a small child, wearing a shirt with your father’s name and number on the back and feeling so proud every time he stepped on the pitch. However now, things were a bit different. Your family were now invited as special guests and given all the best treatment, a private box in the stands where members of staff would meet your every need. You did truly feel blessed and very appreciative for everything your parents had done for you and your siblings.

You pull your phone out from your trouser pocket and check for any messages. Nothing. You bite your lip and open up iMessage and clicking on Cole’s name. You had been dating Cole for about six months. Things were going very well for the two of you, your parents loved him, especially your dad who was amazed by his talent on the pitch. You’d initially met him when he played at Manchester City after being invited to watch an U21’s match. You loved his laid back style and calm manor when he was playing. You smile as you remember the first time you spoke to him, all sweaty after the game. You’d gone down with your dad to congratulate the boys on their win and chatted with them. You swear you’d fallen for him right then and there, not being able to get his stupid grin out of your head. You begin typing a message to him when your younger sister walked into your room, plopping herself next to you on the bed. “You texting Cole?” She asks, a smirk on her face. She loved to wind you up about your relationship with the football player, often saying that the pair of you made her feel sick. You roll your eyes before replying, “Yeah, I’m gonna see what he’s doing after training.” You type out the message, “I know ur probably training rn but what are u doing tonight? I wanna see youuuu.’

You place your phone down on the bed and lay back, resting your head on the soft pillows. “Are you nervous about tomorrow? I hope Cole gets to play.” Your sister says, actually not being mean or sarcastic for once. “Yeah. I hope he does too.” You hear your phone ding. Picking it up, Cole’s name flashes on the screen. ‘Defo getting an early night but i can see you in the afternoon. Love ya.’ You smile at the words. You know how serious he takes his job, but he never fails to make time for you too. You text him back quickly and lay back again, smiling. “You’re so in love with him it’s gross.” Your sister playfully hits your arm causing you to slap her back.

A few hours later you’re getting ready to head to the England Squads hotel, a little trip planned by your father’s management team that conveniently lined up with your plans to meet Cole that afternoon. Your mum comes in to your room as you’re putting on some makeup and compliments your outfit, a simple pair of jeans and a top that was sent to you by a company that no doubt cost more than a night in the hotel itself. You smile and thank her, pulling her into a gentle side hug as she kisses your head. Your mum was definitely surprised when you told her about your relationship with Cole. Given your previous dating history he would never had been your type. But there was just something about him that instantly pulled you in, you still don’t know what it was to this day but you weren’t complaining.

Arriving at the squads hotel you check your hair and makeup in a compact mirror, brushing a few stray hairs into place with your nails. Your sister rolls her eyes, something that had now become the norm and makes a comment under her breath you can’t really hear. You get out the car and are greeted by some of the staff who lead you in through the hotels modern entrance. The hotel looked more like a spa than a hotel, every piece of furniture placed exactly, in a way to promote relaxation. You follow through the entrance into a board room, filled with players, staff and other prolific footballing legends and their families. You scan the crowd, looking for Cole. It doesn’t take you long as you see your dad pulling him in for a hug and patting him on the back, obviously congratulating him on reaching the finals. You grin as lock eyes with him, quickly wrapping your arms around him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, surprising you. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, even the smallest things like holding hands made him panic. Maybe it was the fact you were one of the most famous people in the world which constantly occurred to him but never to you. You noticed some eyes laying on the pair of you which made you release him. You quickly returned to your professional manner and wished him good luck before finding your mum. She nudges you and gives you a cheeky smile when you reach her. “You two are silly. Why does it matter if anyone finds out?” She says. “It’s not that. I want to be public with him but not now. I want him to focus on football and I don’t want the media circus for him right now.” You say and give her a small smile. “Well that’s very thoughtful of you but make sure you’re public before Christmas because I’m not editing him out of the Instagram pictures.” She wraps an arm round you as you approach more people and chat about the final tomorrow.

Later that night after an expensive dinner in a posh restaurant near the squads hotel, you text Cole and tell him you want to see him before he goes to bed. He replies almost immediately and you ask your driver to wait outside the hotel and that you were just going to take a quick walk. You could see his tall figure on approach which made you speed up, not wanting to waste any more time not having his arms around you. “Hey.” He says softly when you reach him, extending his arms out and enveloping you in them. “Hey.” You almost whisper. “Wanna go for a walk?” You nod your head and begin walking hand in hand. It was dark now but the city of Berlin was still bustling, what with the warm weather. You walk past busy restaurants and bars packed with what you could only assume were England fans based on the noise. Cole squeezes your hand every so often, he can feel his palms become clammy when you look up at him. He still couldn’t believe his luck. After the first time he met you he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He was glad you made the first move though, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have been in this position now. Once you reach somewhere quieter Cole lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple at the same time. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” You ask him. You almost knew what he was about to say, “Not really. You know me.” He cracks a smile.

“I hope Southgate plays you, Cold Palmer.” You joke and poke his side playfully. “Me too. Hopefully I’ll get some time.” You end up sitting on a bench overlooking a river, the hustle and bustle far behind you now. “It’s really pretty here.” You mutter. “Not as pretty as you.” He winks as you roll your eyes. You continue talking for a while before Cole regretfully tells you it’s getting late and he probably needs to head back now. He places a quick peck on your lips and stands up, offering you a hand. “I’m so excited for tomorrow. Are you gonna score a goal for me Palmer?” You tease as you approach the hotel. He shakes his head at you and smiles. When you return to the hotel entrance he turns to face you, you look up at him and he swears his heart starts beating a hundred times faster. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? I love you.” He places a soft kiss on your lips making you blush. “Good luck babe. I love you too. You’re gonna smash it.” You wave him goodbye and open the door of the car, getting in and thank your driver for waiting.

You wake up the next morning with a nervous feeling in your tummy. It sticks around for pretty much the whole day. You feel especially nervous when getting dressed. You grabbed your England shirt that you’d hung carefully in the hotel wardrobe and put it on, turning around in the mirror to see the back. You’d always wanted to wear his shirt to a game. You snap a quick picture and keep it for later, maybe to post on Instagram. You knew the absolute carnage that would take place when you did. You arrive at the Olympiastadion Berlin in your families usual fashion, through the back in all blacked out vehicles with staff waiting for you at the other end. The nerves had well and truly kicked in now. You check your phone to see if Cole had texted you. You knew he wouldn’t be nervous, very sure in himself and the team’s quality but you wanted him to text you to ease your nerves. Your dad shook the hands of the staff that greeted you and you thanked them as they took you all up to your private box. You were sharing with a few other well known people, you eagerly greeted them with big smiles.

(We all know how the game went so we’ll just leave it at that.)

A devastating loss for England. You were gutted. But also immensely proud of Cole. He’d been subbed on in the seventieth minute and scored only three minutes later. The only goal for England that game. You headed down to the pitch once everything had calmed down and spotted Cole in the stands with his family. His eyes were glassy with tears as he spoke to his dad. You approach slowly and he notices you, standing up immediately and wrapping you in a tight hug. You could hear the snapping of cameras behind you but neither of you cared in that moment. “I’m sorry baby.” You spoke quietly as you pulled away, cupping one side of his face with your hand. “You were amazing.” He sniffled slightly, trying not to cry in front of you but failing miserably as he pulled you in again. You rubbed his back reached up to kiss his cheek. His dad walked towards the both of you and pats Cole on the back before sitting with Cole’s mum. “I can’t believe we lost.” He reaches up to dry his eyes as you pout and rub his arm. You turn around slightly hearing his sister call your name. “Love your shirt.” He smirks a bit, it clearly cheering him up. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you begin chatting with his sister.

You’re on your way back to your hotel when your phone begins to blow up. Story after story about your relationship with Cole, using the picture they clearly got when you were consoling him after the game. You save the picture, setting it as your lockscreen and then posting the picture of you in his shirt from earlier to your Instagram story.

[peachhcs]

good thing it was a rainy day

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

summary: part to 2 to rainy day at the lake house where some pent up sexual tension escalates between samy and will after being forced to stay away from one another due to everyone's obnoxious teasing

2k words

warnings: 18+, SMUT, this is literally like all smut, sub!will, sub!reader, switch, oral (m receiving), p in v (protected!!), riding, making out, hair pulling, slight praising, hickeys, consensual!, getting caught at the end

soooo here’s part 2!!! this is very explicit so read at your own risk! (warning u now before u hit read more lmao) publishing things like this genuinely scares me bc i know people can write so much better smut and i've never published smut before 🫣 but hope y’all like it?? idk i’m not the best at writing sex but like yeah! (p.s. pic 1 and pic 3 are from tumblr) (p.s.s. working on my requests rn too!!)

au masterlist | part 1

will's hands glided across samy's back as they deepened their kiss. the boy desperately tried ignoring what was going on down in his pants because if he focused too hard on it, he'd for sure cum before anything really happened. the brunette wasn't making it easy either. she bit and tugged on will's bottom lip like her life depended on it and the little tugs at the root of his curls had him losing it fast. samy's little comment from a few minutes ago had will trying to keep his sounds in—one, because he didn't want to get caught and two, he was trying to prove he wasn't the loud one.

although every time samy grinded her core against his own or kissed particularly hard, will struggled strangling his little whimpers and groans. she definitely wasn't making his easy for him.

the girl's hand started wandering lower again. she moved slowly and calculated like she was intentionally teasing the boy beneath her. will was desperate for her touch and her slow pace was killing him.

"s-samy, please," will's blue eyes met her own where a smirk replaced the gentle smile.

"desperate, huh?" she mused, finally reaching will's waistband again.

"mhm, god—" he couldn't stop the whimper this time. she was so close, yet so far still.

samy grinned. she reveled in those sounds her boyfriend made. he was so tough on the outside, so knowing this was how he got for her was a treat. she finally decided to have some mercy and allowed her hand to make contact with will's bulge. he immediately jerked his hips into her touch, biting his lip so hard he started tasting blood.

"this okay?" samy wondered, always double checking.

"yes, yeah. it's perfect," will breathily got out. she smiled, pushing his curls away from his somewhat sweaty forehead.

for it being so rainy and cool outside, the temperature inside of samy's room was hot.

she palmed will through his shorts for a few more moments before slowly pushing them down. his cock came free in one go, making will hiss at the sudden air against it. samy's eyes widened even though she's seen him multiple times before. each time was always as good as the first—always so red and throbbing for a release.

"so, so pretty, will," samy praised as she carefully took him in her hand. she used his pre as lube, slowly running her hand up and down his length in soft strokes.

"mm, yeah. feels so good," will muttered, head falling back onto the pillow in relief.

the brunette leaned down to leave gentle kisses to will's tip. the small feeling of her mouth on him had will's hips stuttering, trying to keep them under control.

"shit, hughes."

samy pumped him for a bit longer before deciding she was ready to attach her lips to him. his pre was enough lube and by the way he twitched in her hand, she knew he was already close. her pretty lips took him in one go resulting in the most guttural moan from her boyfriend. will's hands gripped onto the sheets, struggling to keep his hips still.

"fuck," he cursed a little too loudly. her lips were like heaven and the feeling was something will tried engraving into his mind forever.

"so good for me, will," samy hummed, meeting his gaze. the boy nearly lost it seeing her like that with his dick in her mouth. he took a mental snapshot, wanting that memory until he died—messy hair, glossed over eyes, hickeys on every inch of her skin—he was so, so fucked.

she picked up her pace, bobbing her head a little faster than before. her hands splayed across will's hips as purchase and leverage to help with the speed.

"i'm close already," will moaned, feeling that coil in his stomach about to snap.

"cum for me, will. it's okay," samy urged and her words were enough to send him over the edge and see stars.

his hips bucked up on their own as he released right into samy's mouth. "oh fuck. shit," he got out.

his chest heaved in deep pants in attempt to get his breathing back under control while samy just grinned. "d-did you swallow all of it?" the boy wondered, dragging his hand back up her thigh.

the brunette stuck her tongue out to show that there was nothing left. will groaned and that sight was enough to keep his dick hard. his other hand tugged samy back down to his mouth, kissing her particularly hard being no where near finished with her yet.

"god, you're so pretty," the boy muttered against her lips earning a small blush across samy's cheeks.

his hands tugged at her waistband as an indication that he wanted her shorts off. samy kicked them down her legs being left in her swimsuit bottoms that left little to the imagination. will's hand wandered across the exposed skin and took handfuls of her ass. he moaned at the feeling of her flesh in his hands while samy kissed him deeper.

the hockey player flipped them over so he now had the upper hand. a smirk lined his lips while he let his hand wander further down to her own waistband again. samy read the look in his eye, a smile crossing her lips as she tugged her boyfriend down for more kisses.

will took that opportunity to push her swimsuit aside and slowly slide one of his fingers into her warm walls. his action had a loud moan escaping samy's lips which brought a grin to his lips.

"fuck, will," samy's eyes closed, nails digging into his arms.

"this okay?" the boy breathed against her neck.

"mhm, more than okay," the brunette's own whimpers started escaping her lips as will's finger picked up speed before deciding to add a second one. he smirked to himself—who was the loud one now?

will found a good pace while peppering more light hickeys across his girlfriend's chest. they were for sure never going to hear the end of it from anyone after this. the sounds she made had the boy going crazy—all of it going straight to his now throbbing cock. every time samy's mouth opened will twitched, desperately searching for his second orgasm.

"need you so bad, pretty girl," he breathed into her ear earning another delicious moan in response.

"me too. need you inside me, will," samy's voice broke. she really couldn't look more gorgeous to will. her tear stained cheeks and kiss swollen lips made the boy go completely numb.

he slowly pulled his fingers out while samy dug through her nightstand for a condom. will's gaze fixated on her as she tore the wrapper open with her teeth and carefully rolled it on him. his hips jerked at her touch, a low chuckle escaping his lips between the breathy pants.

he grabbed ahold of samy's face, both of them falling back onto the bed again as he devoured her lips once more. in the next second, samy straddled will's hips.

"i'm so in love with you," will mumbled between kisses.

"so, so in love with you. so handsome," the girl replied.

she began lining will up with her entrance. as soon as the tip was in, each of them let out probably the loudest moans ever that would definitely let everyone else in the house know what they were up to. will's grasp on her hips became bruising while sang tugged harshly on his curls.

the further down samy went, the harder it was for will to keep his hips still. he used whatever self-control he had left to stay still as he bottomed out. the two were so desperate for one another they nearly came immediately.

"oh my god— fuck," a broken moan escaped will's lips as his eyes squeezed shut.

"you can move," samy urged. her walls stretched themselves out around the hockey player's thick cock—the feeling making her head spin.

"fuck, i can't. not yet. gonna fucking cum if i move," will panted, desperately trying to think of unsexy things so he wouldn't blow his load in the first five seconds.

after another few seconds, will found it in himself to start moving. he slowly bucked his hips up, hands digging into samy's flesh that would for sure leave marks. the brunette met his thrusts with a roll of her hips. the two began finding a good pace and samy's grinding turned into bouncing.

"yeah, fuck. so good for me will," the girl's head tipped back exposing all of the hickeys under her jaw and down her throat.

will felt his cock throb at the sight knowing he left all of those and they'd be impossible to hide.

"so fucking hot. shit hughes," the blonde moaned out. his hands went back to her ass—her bouncing turning his brain to mush.

it didn't take long for the bouncing to become too much for the hockey player. that feeling in his stomach returned and samy knew will was closed with how his cock twitched inside of her. she used her hands pressed against his chest as leverage to bounce faster and making sure her cleavage was on full display to try and get will to his orgasm.

"close will?" the girl wondered.

"mhm, so close—fuck—gonna make me cum," the boy got out in broken pants, eyes clued to her chest on full display for him.

samy smirked, working herself faster and ignoring the burn in her thighs form all the work she was doing. the sounds will let out was enough to push her to her own orgasm. she moaned out as she clenched around his length, riding out her high.

"cum for me will," she urged. her words and orgasm was enough to push the boy to his second orgasm.

he spilled into the condom with a string of curse words and samy's name leaving his lips while he held her down against him, riding out his own high.

"god, fuck. came so fucking hard," will panted once he regained some of his breath.

samy grinned, pushing his curls away from his sweaty forehead, both of their skins were glowing with moisture as the room filled with sex.

"did so good for me," the girl praised which had will's cheeks flushing.

"i love you so much," he mumbled and samy leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

suddenly, there was a rough knock on the door that had both of them tensing. the two exchanged a glance, waiting for someone to say something on the other side.

"just so you know, eth and i heard all of that. you guys are disgusting. you're so glad you don't have a room next to mom and dad," luke's voice came through while they could hear ethan's little snickers.

"fuck off," samy called back to her brother while will's cheeks turned a deep crimson. he'd never be able to look luke in the eyes for the rest of the summer.

"i gotta appreciate it though. will's got hella game," ethan spoke now and they could hear luke slap his friend on the arm for that comment.

"next time y'all need to get off take a drive somewhere," luke said before him and ethan walked away.

bonus:

will's eyes were glued to samy as she dragged him through the kitchen. they had smiles on their faces and the same look in their eyes while the girl searched for her car keys in the mess of everyone else's.

the boy's lips were already nipped at her neck as they stumbled their way to the garage. her hickeys from a few weeks ago hadn't even faded yet, but will was determined to add more.

as the two made it through the kitchen, they caught luke's gaze where he sat at the table eating some throw together peanut butter and jelly sandwich, his eyes widened when he saw samy's car keys, the look in their eyes, and will's slight bulge down in his shorts already.

"you fucking whores!" the middle hughes yelled, dropping his sandwich in disgust.

suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore nor will he be anytime soon.

[reveluving]

omg phillip graves and his shy wifes first time together pls

Anon, baby! You're playing with my meow meow rn!! 😭💗 BUT LET'S GO

Includes: soft dom!graves (dating/pre-marriage), implications of virginity loss/bad past experiences, petnames ('pretty girl'), fingering, licking & marking, unprotected sex (p in v)

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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It starts with a kiss.

Kisses after kisses. He wants to ease you into the moment. To let you know that time wasn't of the essence and he won't (and would never) rush you into things to the point of scaring or downright pressuring you.

He'll be rougher or freakier with you some other time. When he knows you're more open to newer things, curious of what sex—no, making love has to offer. 

“Y'sure you want this?” You nodded into his chest, and as cute as it was, he needed verbal confirmation, “‘M gonna need t’hear you say it, pretty girl.” 

“Yes,” It was breathy, almost whispering, but your tone was pure need—he'd know hesitation when he hears or sees one, “Please, Phil. I need you… I–” 

You paused, “I've always needed you.” 

He effortlessly carried you to the bedroom, holding you up at the foot of the bed before gently laying you down. 

He straightened up to remove his shirt, ‘taking the lead’ in undressing in hopes that you'd feel more comfortable with the idea.

“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He gestured to your shirt, kissing your jaw while waiting for your response. Even when you uttered a ‘mhm’, he didn't take them off immediately. Instead, his lips wandered wherever he could reach, then tested out with a few nips here and there.

Hearing your whimpers, barely able to cover up your moans, one could only imagine his self-restraint, dying to make an appearance to make you his. It was evident in the way he gripped the sheets next to your head.

He does the same with your pants/skirt, trailing kisses down your leg as the bottomwear slides off, leaving you in your undies. 

He lets you cover yourself, only looking at you with a smile, despite the half-lidded gaze as he whispers in your ear. 

“Always knew y'had a fine body,” He emphasized, unable to resist running his hands up and down your soft skin. He helps you with your bra—slowly, then your panties, teasing you with his tongue and noting the spots that make you jump, “Always so soft against me. Makes me fuckin’ hard just thinkin’ about it.” 

He chuckles when he sees you cover your eyes, failing to control the rush of heat coursing through you.

Seeing this side of you, still so shy but also waiting to be ruined. It may not be his first time but damn, he could've fooled himself by the control he was nearly lacking.

He rests his head on your tummy, peering up at you through his lashes as he slides a finger in between your folds, pulling it away and delighted to find it wet and shiny. You can’t help but shiver when he groans upon easing his middle finger into you, the tiniest squelch reaches your ears.

He won’t stop until you’re finally used to three of his fingers, caressing your head and face as your face contorts in slight pain, then comes his favourites; eyes rolling back, lips parting and back arching, babbling against his lips ‘yes, yes, yes’ or begging him not to stop. 

His cock looks painful at this point, holding himself back against the sheets despite the slight precum on the tip. He asks again, “Inside?”, and at this point, you have your arms around him, almost as if praying to just have him in you.

It’s hard not to stare at his body, especially as he throws his head back. His muscles flex as he wraps your legs around him, slowly bottoming out and letting you get used to his size; the girth is one thing, but the length is another. 

A fraction of his resolve begins to chip away when he looks down at you, digging your nails into the sheets and throwing your head back into the pillow, and in a daze, he lunges, nipping and sucking on your neck. Licking up the thin layer of perspiration that covers you in amidst the heat. Giving into your desires, your carnal pleasure.

To finally have him as close to you as possible.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[fawnhunter]

lover boy behavior.

Just some Plug! Connie thoughts [MASTERLIST]

warnings- fluff fluff fluff, mention of weed

- Plug! Connie who grew up with you and has always adored you. You guys grew up on the same street, he remembers the days when he used to knock on your door and ask when you'd be home so you guys could play outside together. ever since those days he’s made sure to stay by ur side ever since.

-He carries around a picture of you two as kids in his wallet, it's a picture that your mom's took of you guys together at the beach building a sandcastle, and then there's another one in the back of his phone case that is just a picture of you, its one of ur your senior portraits and he adores it

- Plug! Connie who makes sure all ur drug experiences are good ones. that ur shits not laced and ur safe and sound under his watchful eyes. Can you make sure to keep you comfortable and probably asks if you're ok way too much

- He rolls all ur joints for you beforehand and he likes to stick around while you smoke from time to time. orders food for you both and keeps you hydrated on the down low. His favorite part is when you guys argue about what you were gonna watch together

- Plug! Connie who is could honestly care less about what’s going on if ur not involved. he could be out with eren and ony and his only thoughts are “what’s y/n doing? i wonder if they home yet? fuck lemme just text em-

- Plug! Connie who takes you to parties with him and just about everywhere else. he enjoys ur company like no other, even when y’all just chilling in silence, he really wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

- he sits on the couch making conversation all the while keeping his eyes on u, dancing with ur friends, one of Megan’s songs u loved blaring through the house, watching the sway of ur hips and the smile on ur face, he sighed totally in awe (meanwhile ony just laughs at his simpin ass

-Plug! Connie who would stop what he’s doing and come to ur rescue if he had to. it does not matter what else he got going on rn, he’s on the way baby

- one text, to come get u, is all he need to be in the car and on the way to ur location. pulled up, out the car already mean mugging everyone in sight till he finds you

-Plug! Connie who uses some of (a large portion) of the money he makes to pay for ur college classes, dares you to try and stop him “you gon be great one day mamas, whether u like it or not.

- Plug! Connie who “takes off” some nights so you guys can get dinner and hang out. he comes over all comfy and shit just to get high and watch movies.

- Plug! Connie who should really be sleepin on the couch, but fakes sleep when you check on him when the credits start to roll. he fakes those loud ass snore you complain about so he can stay in bed with u for the night

-Plug! Connie who swears nothing is better than breakfast with you in the morning. watching you eat, sleep all in ur eyes, bonnet forgotten on the pillow. He could definitely get used to this.

- Plug! Connie who’s totally not carving out a space for you in his heart.

thx for reading, pls consider leaving a request!!

[daisynik7]

Any smutty headcanon you want about Eren pleeease, I’m in a brainrot for him rn and Iooove how you portray him. I should study for my exam but this is definitely better ilyyyy

Author’s Notes: Sorry this took a while! I hope your exam went well and I hope you enjoy these smutty headcanons for everyone’s favorite: Frat Boy!Eren. I can never get enough of him! ily too nonnie! thanks for the request. 😘

Frat Boy!Eren is as stereotypical as they come. He walks around campus in his letters and backwards baseball cap, a smug grin on his face whenever he walks by a group of girls, head following them as they pass, checking them out. 

Frat Boy!Eren is obnoxious in the library, surrounded by his bros, doing the bare minimum to be quiet as they snicker loudly, tossing crumpled pieces of paper at each other. Eventually, the librarian comes to scold them, but, as usual, he works his charm, apologizing with his sweet smile and emerald eyes, enough to get off with only a warning. 

Frat Boy!Eren is the life of the party. He’s the self-proclaimed frat star of his brotherhood, always the first to get things started with a round of shots. How does that saying go? Beer before liquor makes you sicker, liquor before beer you’re in the clear? Well, he takes that to heart, downing shots of cheap vodka first, then moving on to shotgunning beers, which, of course, he’s the fastest at. And it’s not a party without a keg stand. He does it with ease, Connie and Jean on either side of him, chanting, “Drink, motherfucker, drink!” as he hangs upside down, chugging it. 

Frat Boy!Eren sobers up outside, inhaling the crisp night air into his nostrils. He spots you, the shy girl from one of his classes, standing on the other side of the balcony. Looking as cute and innocent as ever. And, as his reputation precedes him, Frat Boy!Eren adores virgins. He wants to be the one to corrupt you. 

Frat Boy!Eren approaches you, breath heavy with liquor, whispering in your ear, “What’s a sweet girl like you doing here?” And when you reject his advances, claiming he’s too drunk to even get it up, he chuckles, saying, “If I’m sober the next time you see me, do you promise to let me fuck you?”

And while you’re usually not attracted to assholes like Frat Boy!Eren, something about him arouses you, aside from his obvious good looks. Maybe it’s the way he thinks he’s got you figured out, when in reality, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. 

So, as promised, the next time you see Frat Boy!Eren, he’s sober for the first time at a party, waiting for you to approach him. When you find him, you immediately drag him to the closest bedroom upstairs, locking the door, hungry for his cock. He lays his head back against the pillows, arms resting behind his head, watching as you strip naked for him, rubbing your clit eagerly. When you sink down on his throbbing dick, he moans. “Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“You like this sweet, virgin cunt, don’t you?” you tease him, rocking your hips back and forth. Frat Boy!Eren nods, eyes shut in ecstasy, hands gripped to your waist, bouncing you on his lap. His thrusts quicken, your ass smacking on his thighs lewdly. And with your mouth sucking on his ear lobe, you whisper to him, “Fill me up. Breed me.”

And Frat Boy!Eren shouldn’t be turned on by this. In fact, he should be totally freaked out. He’s too young to be a daddy! But as you squeeze around his cock, milking him for everything he’s worth, he can’t help but want to do exactly what you tell him. He shoots his load inside you, too fucking intoxicated by your wet pussy to pull out. He reaches for your clit, rubbing it with his thumb, and soon enough, you’re creaming around him, your combined mess slowly spilling onto his lap. He doesn’t panic about coming inside you, because as you cuddle in bed, you reveal to him with a small laugh that you’re actually on birth control. However, he does panic at how okay he is with it even if you weren’t. Or how happy he is to be snuggled in your arms. 

Frat Boy!Eren doesn’t do relationships. But with you, he’ll make an exception. 

[manlywitch]

Hi! Could I make a request? Monoma x Male reader smut.

Where Monoma is jealous seeing that her boyfriend spends more time with class 1-A? The rest I would like to leave to your imagination!

I am so sorry if my request is not understandable, English is not my main language. If you don't find this request comfortable, you can ignore it if you like! Thank you!

Sure thing dude ^^

Also, we don't judge English here. It's not my main language either /srs( ￣▽￣).

I've been noticing a pattern where I only have written for blonde guys rn.. (excluding Alastor)

<🏵Type- Smut {🔞}

<🏵 NSFW -16 dni

<🏵reader- Male!reader.

<🏵character(s)- Monoma Neito.

<🏵warnings/TW- degration, NSFW content, suggested humiliation?

<🏵proofread?- ❌️ (I was too tired..)

Fem aligned dni

◇ °▪︎¸,ø¤º°ᴹᵃⁿˡʸʷiᵗᶜʰ °º¤ø,¸▪︎° ◇

ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦

Monoma clenched his fists in anger as he stared at his boyfriend, who was happily talking to some morons from class 1-A.

He was grumbling and cursing under his breath as he complained about it to Kendo, who just ate her lunch trying to ignore the blondes childish antics.

"I will not tolerate him talking to those freaks..." he said to the red-head who wanted to leave this idiot alone but couldn't since she cared too much about him.

『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

And here you laid you're ass being rammed up by Neito's dick as you couldn't make any noises since he gagged you with a piece of cloth.

You're body was littered with freshly made hickeys and other marks that made everyone know you were 'claimed' by someone.

You were laying on the carpet a pillow under you're bottom so Neito had better access to you're ass. Also...You were laying infront of a mirror.

Neito smirked as he sped up, muffled moans coming out of you're mouth as his dick hit you're prostate.

He was squeezing and rubbing you're balls as he also had put a cock ring around you're dick not letting you have you're release.

He groaned as you tightened around his cock making him almost cum.

He groaned and put both his hands on you're hips as he came inside you.

Muffled whines and moans escaped you're mouth as he started stroking you're cock with one hand, the other hand on you're hip.

He pushed his cock in deeper his balls slapping against you're ass as he sped up even more making you feel overstimulated.

He loosened his grip on you're hips when he was done cumming.

He came down from his high.

He pulled out and looked as his white seed dripped out of you're ass.

He smirked and sat you down on his lap looking at you.

He grabbed his phone and started making pictures of you're lewd expression.

He smirked and let go of you making you fall weakily onto his chest.

He removed the cock ring and smirked as you came instantly you're white seed squirting onto his stomach and you're thighs in long ropes.

He stroked you're thighs as he whispered.

"Such a little slut.." he said as he stroked some of the hickeys on you're thighs muffled whimpers coming out of you're mouth.

He put you down onto his bed and looked at the pictures he took.

"Look at how much of a whore you look here.." he said as he scrolled through the pictures.

He noticed you fell asleep and decided you didn't deserve cuddles since you were such a whore, oh, and the fact you talked to Class-1a still bothered him.

He slept on the couch in his room that night.

『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

The next morning he woke up noticing you were gone, probably back to you're dorm room.

He put on some clothes and walked out the door.

He went to the common room with the elevator.

He then saw Vlad king and principal Nezu standing there...With the entire class around them.

He walked to the group wanting to know what was going on.

Nezu started talking about how they think there might be a spy at UA and said that he and Vlad king were gonna check everyone's phone for evidence.

"And we'll start with photos and videos" Nezu said.

"First of, Monoma.." Vlad king said as he signed Monoma over to give him his phone.

Let's just say....

You and Monoma had a nice time explaining stuff to the both of them.

I always love new requests, so absolutely send them in when you get an idea!!🌻

[heyiwrotesomethings]

DEMON SLAYER CUZ YESSSSSSSS.

shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

[pumpkinsy0]

Could you elaborate on your Pony and Curly sleeping together (but like actually sleeping not like the other thing) head canons.

idk if u want me to elaborate on just them sleeping together or like specifically them sleeping together and being caught by the gang so ill just do a bit of both!!!

��compared to everything else, i dont think the gang would be too up in arms about pony and curly sleeping together, theyre just sleeping, however that isnt to say that they arent thinking its a bit weird for curly shepard of all ppl to b acting like that w someone else

•no matter where he is curly will always want a sweet treat in the middle of his sleeping time, there was one point where curly woke up to get into the kitchen and everyone just watched him, so confused cause he looked like he was one long blink away from knocking out, and tim was aloofly like “yea he does that sometimes dont worry about it”

•sleeping is a very generous way to describe the way pony and curly sleep together, they both more so nap, wake up, then go back to napping

•so basically, everyone would be chillin, they hear mumbles of pony and curly in the room, then they hear nothing again, and u just rinse and repeat that for a while

•curly would get all comfy like he was in his own house, he took off his pants and jacket before going to sleep w pony, he refuses to sleep in his jeans, if he was feeling even more exhausted, his shirt too, like he really WAS at home

•literally anyone who walks in that room to check in on them notices that his jeans, maybe shirt, r just on the ground and theyre all like “?!?!?!?!” cause why r u getting THAT comfortable rn man

•speaking of him getting comfortable, curly drools quite a bit and hes on sodas side of the bed, hes fucking drooling on sodas pillow, yes he knows it, does he care however??? ABSOLUTELY not, he’d sleep on sodas pillow out of spite just to leave his drool and scent behind, what a dog

•both of them have this odd habit of moving very suddenly in their sleep, they both have accidentally hit each other and wake up w like bruises and stuff

•pony and sodas bed is a twin size bed, even if they DIDNT wanna cuddle they have to if they dont wanna bust their ass falling outta bed, but what made them sleeping together a lil, hmmmmmm, was pony being on top of curly, sleeping, like yall aint gotta do allat now, get off each other🙎🏽‍♀️

•bc it takes pony just a bit to fall asleep, he would lowkey hear what the gang was saying about them and he was dreading fully waking up, hell, he was somewhat up when ppl would come in the room to see how they were doin, he just looked asleep cause he didnt wanna face anyone just yet, also bc he was very comfortable w curly but shhh

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey you don't have to respond to this but I just wanna say I'm one of the folks who hopped on your patreon today and I can't afford to stick around in the long term (I'm between jobs rn so money is tight tight) but I really enjoyed getting to read your thoughts on the new album and it made an otherwise kinda grim bus journey significantly better so thanks for that and for the music recs at the end of the post, really enjoyed name your sorrow 🩷

hey as someone who's also likely to be between jobs soon I totally get it! it's very gratifying that you were curious enough to check it out, and I'm glad to have brightened up a bus ride :)

also so so glad to have sent someone to listen to the Pillow Queens EVERYONE GO STREAM NAME YOUR SORROW

[wooahaes]

hi! for the prompt requests, 22 (“i don’t hate you”) & 27 (“i’m right here”) with s.coups please :)

right here beside you

pairing: non-idol!housemate!s coups x gn!reader

prompt: 22 + 27 from this list

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: v bad day that results in reader crying. some vaguely implied feelings between cheol + reader. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: need me a cheol rn...

today was maybe one of the worst days of your life so far, and the only saving grace you had was that everyone else was out.

you’d shuffled out of your shoes when you finally made it in, seeing that your three housemates slippers were in their respective places near the entryway. as much as you liked them, you needed the alone time. most days you worked from home, shut away in your room... but the days you were called in? those always seemed to be the worst out of your work week. breathing out a long sigh, you slipped into your slippers a moment later and made your way to your room (tiny, but yours) to abandon your things and then maybe make dinner.

after, like, ten minutes of laying on your bed and just dealing with your frustration. sometimes burying your face in a pillow and screaming for a minute helped. you were alone, you didn’t have to worry about joshua or jeonghan knocking a minute later and asking if you were dying.

(it happened once. the embarrassing part of having to explain it was a rough day to a slightly-worried jeonghan had melted away after the initial mortification, but you still swore you wouldn’t worry anyone you lived with ever again.)

you searched through the fridge for ingredients you could use to make something for dinner. when your list came up short, you let out another sigh and changed your attention to making yourself a cup of tea and then order takeout. everything was going to be okay.

then you turned away with your mug of tea, only to slip and drop your mug in an attempt to catch yourself on the counter. all in a moment, one of your favorite mugs was in pieces on the floor. you gasped, immediately kneeling to see if you could potentially fix it until everything finally hit you all at once. you sniffled, tried to hold back your tears, and then the dam broke.

the sounds of your crying drowned out the sound of a door opening, and before you could process what was going on, seungcheol was already next to you on his knees. his hands found yours as he gently pulled you back, throwing a dish towel onto the floor to start soaking up the tea. despite your best effort to stop your crying, seungcheol had turned to you and spoken softly.

“i’m right here,” he said, “it’s okay. what happened?”

something about how gentle seungcheol was speaking to you threw you off. despite the way you’d grown closer to jeonghan and joshua over the past few months, you never felt like seungcheol liked you. the two of you were cordial, but he wasn’t the kind of person who really sat down with you--unless jeonghan or joshua had called him over while he was passing through. he was polite, sure, but he never really bothered you--despite your few attempts to try and speak to him alone. if you were shut up in your room, it was typically one of the others who checked on you. yet seungcheol had started picking up pieces of the broken mug to dispose of properly, nudging you away again. he paused once he was done, turning to you and taking your hands again. you watched the way he turned your palms up, looking them over for any injury.

with your crying quieting down, seungcheol pulled you up to your feet. “do you want hot chocolate?”

hot chocolate sounded like heaven. you nodded, and he merely instructed you to go sit down. soon enough, seungcheol had sat down next to you at the dinner table with two mugs--yours piled high with whipped cream and marshmallows. you gave him your thanks, and stared down at the small dusting of cocoa powder atop the whipped cream. he did... far more than you expected.

“do you want to talk about it?” he said after you took a sip.

you let out another sigh, feeling as though part of your stress was evaporating from the hot chocolate alone. “work sucked,” you simply said. “i had to go in today.” then you paused for a moment, looking back up to seungcheol’s face. “why do you care? i know you hate me.”

seungcheol frowned. “i don’t hate you,” he said. “i’ve never hated to you. i didn’t want to bother you. i know jeonghan and joshua try to include you, but you seem like you enjoy your space.”

you did. you couldn’t really deny that.

“i’m sorry if i did anything to make you think i hate you,” he said. “i like you a lot, actually.”

something about the way he said it warmed your heart. you traced your thumb alongside the side of your mug. maybe you didn’t want to be alone tonight. seungcheol’s presence was comforting you...

“do you want to get dinner?” you finally asked, looking up. “i mean--i was going to order something. we could watch a movie...”

“i’d like that,” he said. “you can pick the movie,” he stood up. “i’ll get the couch ready. let me know what you want to eat, okay?”

maybe things would be different with seungcheol from now on. he didn’t seem to mind when you ended up snuggling closer to him during your movie, merely draping an arm around you to let you seek whatever comfort you needed.

(and when you dozed off not long after finishing dinner, seungcheol merely let your head drop onto his shoulder... even through it’d mean enduring the light teasing from jeognhan and joshua later, asking if he’d finally decided to stop pretending he didn’t want your attention.)

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[jackhues]

peanut's world! au - eras

based on this request, slightly changed it up!

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peanutsmama: eras tour, here we come!

jackhughes: we as in me and her, everyone! i'm the lucky one! -> peanutsmama: no, we as in me and my child -> jackhughes: so basically me -> peanutsmama: no the one i birthed -> jackhughes: psht technicalities

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[tisayemate]

More than enough

Remus Lupin x Reader

Angst, comfort

summary: After a difficult visit with her parents, a struggling student at Hogwarts finds solace and comfort in Remus Lupin, who reminds her that she is more than enough just as she is.

AN: I’m struggling rn so I wrote this initially picturing Professor Lupin but I realised it didn’t really make sense so this is during the marauders era. But to heck with it, you can imagine whoever you’d like.

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It was one of those nights when everything felt too heavy. You had used the Floo powder to sneak out of Hogwarts to see your parents, hoping for some reassurance or a little warmth to ease the ache in your chest. But instead, you’d been met with harsh words, criticisms that dug deep into your skin. As you stepped out of the fireplace back into your dorm, your heart felt heavier than ever.

The dormitory was empty. Everyone else was still out enjoying the evening, but you had slipped away, too drained to pretend that you were fine. You threw yourself onto your bed, the thick blankets absorbing the weight of your exhaustion as you buried your face into the pillows. The tears came fast, and before long, your sobs were muffled by the comforter as you tried desperately to be quiet, your heart breaking in silence.

You felt so small. So misunderstood. You curled into yourself, whispering to no one in particular, a prayer, a plea, anything to make the hopelessness go away. "Why do they never understand? Why is it so hard to just be good enough?" Your voice cracked, barely audible over the lump in your throat. "I’m trying... I’m trying so hard, but I feel so lost."

A soft creak echoed through the quiet room, the dorm door opening. You quickly pulled the covers tighter over your head, not wanting anyone to see you like this. Not like this.

“Y/N?” A familiar, gentle voice called out, making your heart skip. You stayed still, your breath catching as you realized it was Remus.

“Y/N,” he said again, softer this time, the bed dipping slightly as he sat on the edge. “I know you’re there. I can hear you.”

You wanted to shrink further into the blankets, but his voice was so calm, so understanding, that it was almost impossible to hide. Slowly, you let out a shaky breath but stayed silent, hoping he wouldn’t push.

“I… I heard you come in,” he said, his tone gentle, yet tinged with concern. “You didn’t look okay. I just— I wanted to check on you.”

You were so still, unsure if you could speak without breaking all over again. But then Remus shifted slightly closer, his hand resting lightly on the blanket covering you. He didn’t pull it away or force you to come out from under it, just left it there as a quiet reassurance.

“I don’t know what happened,” he murmured softly, “but you don’t have to go through it alone. You don’t have to hide.”

A fresh wave of tears stung your eyes, but something in the warmth of his voice made it easier to breathe. Slowly, cautiously, you pulled the blanket down just enough to peek at him. His face was soft, filled with worry but also with so much kindness that it almost made you want to cry again.

“I feel like I’m failing,” you whispered, your voice barely there, your words shaky. “My parents— they don’t understand. I’m trying, Remus, I really am, but it feels like no matter what I do, it’s never enough. I just… I just want to be good enough.”

His brow furrowed with a deep empathy, and before you could retreat back into the safety of your covers, Remus shifted closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a tear from your cheek.

“You are enough,” he said firmly, his voice steady, filled with conviction. “You don’t have to prove that to anyone, not even to yourself. I see you every day— how hard you work, how much you care. It’s not about being perfect or meeting anyone’s expectations. It’s about being you. And that’s more than enough.”

You sniffled, your breath hitching as you tried to steady yourself, his words sinking in but still fighting against the overwhelming doubt swirling inside you.

“I’m just… so tired, Remus,” you admitted, voice cracking. “I feel like I can’t keep up with everything.”

His expression softened even more, and without a word, he slid closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his embrace was immediate, grounding you in a way that made the weight in your chest ease just a little.

“You don’t have to do it all alone,” he murmured, his cheek resting gently against your hair as you leaned into him. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

For the first time that night, you let yourself believe it. Maybe you didn’t have to carry it all on your own. Maybe, just maybe, there was a place in the world where you could be yourself— flaws and all— and it would be enough.

And for now, wrapped in Remus’s arms, you felt like that place was right here.

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AN: to anyone reading this in need of comfort, I hope you find your solace. You’re not alone and you’re more than enough. You’re always free to rant— I always make time to listen. I hope this helps you feel better, so enjoy.

[shaampoo]

saw that someone who reblogged Smiling Critters followed me, so i thought that maybe i should give a sneak peak on my Smiling critters fic that I'm working on rn, just cause

So its basically kinda a crackfic(?), where theyre reincarnated (inspired by this fic) and its all the critters reincarnated, but they don't know everyone else reincarnated, they just think that they were the only ones who reincarnated (or at least some of them reincarnated), and they're trying to find out who reincarnated or not without giving away they reincarnated (since the others might worry for them if they weren't reincarnated), and its just weird shenanigans, whatever comes to mind guess lol

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Crawling, crawling, crawling inside him, it was hell, all he could remember after that was chasing the ex-employee, then his body couldn’t handle it anymore

And everything went black.

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Slowly, Dogday opened his eyes, he was lying down on a couch, and he felt a weight on his stomach, but he didn’t look down, he just stared at the ceiling, wondering what just happened, he felt a bit sick, who wouldn’t if you had literal toys go inside you? If Dogday focused enough, he could still feel them inside him.

He took a deep breath, first, he needed to calm down, if the sound of snores meant anything, it meant that there were others with him, and he didn’t want to just freak them out, whoever he was with, he hadn’t checked yet.

He died, he was sure of that, there was no way he survived, so, where was he? He looked at his hands, it was his hands at the least, though, smaller and rounder, he looked down, trying to get a look at his body, maybe it was smaller as well, ri-?

Dogday froze, his breath hitching, a purple cat was on him, and there was no mistake on who it was.

He took another deep breath, he looked around, and again, froze, his friends were all lying down, asleep as well, how were they here...?

Unless, he did die, and he was...reincarnated? That was...an interesting theory, but if that was the case, did everyone else reincarnate as well? Or was it just some of them? He never really knew if his friends died as well, for all he knew, he was the only one who died among them.

He gently lifted Catnap (whether or not this was his Catnap, he wasn't really sure) and got Catnap off him, setting him down next to him on the couch, he removed the blanket covering him and covered Catnap, then tried to hop off the couch

Emphasis on tried

Once his feet hit the ground (oh, right, he had feet now, that was neat) he fell over, thankfully, a pillow cushioned his fall.

Right, it's been a few years since he had legs, Dogday got up to his feet, using the couch as a way to help himself up, he looked around

The place seemed…familiar, it clicked, it was his house, or…well, the house he has on TV, it seemed like this was after the episode where Catnap used the gas on them so they could fall asleep, seeing as everyone was asleep on the floor, so…this was some second life or something? There was no way the scientist would give them a second chance like this after all, if there were any scientist left, and he doubted the Prototype would do any of this.

He carefully walked his way to the kitchen, well, might as well act normal, if the others weren’t reincarnated, there was no reason to make them worry by telling them

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Thats it for now lol, but ill be working on it :3, critism, thoughts, and suggestions (and suggestions for scenarios cause these are like, little one shots with a timeline) are welcome, actually, I'm begging for it rn cause I really want to know what you guys think,

[smores100]

hey.

so. haven't been around for quite some time, mostly due to my health issues (the usual + muscle aches and joint pains, i'm having a great time), but also in part due to The Situation. it's hard to care about anything with everything that's been going on, it all seems so pointless and meaningless, i'm living in a completely different universe from everyone else here. wish i could be that privileged, but alas. it's also hard being around here, and on other social media platforms for that matter, and seeing the raging antisemitism and sheer hate everywhere. i haven't checked my dash in almost 2 months, haven't checked specific blogs like i used to either, and have no plans on doing so anytime soon. i know what i'll find, i don't want it.

i was gonna stay quiet like i ususally do, especially since i genuinely don't have energy for anything rn, but it's been 2 months and i've been biting my tongue and screaming and crying into my pillow daily and i just need to get some of it out before i implode. there's only so much ignorance and hate that one person can take before snapping, so. here i am.

i have so much i want to say, i've written a million posts in my mind in the past 2 months, but i'm too Tired to actually write them down, and it'll just be one big messy ramble anyway, so i'm just gonna reblog a couple of other people's posts and make do with that. just a couple, don't worry, i know these are issues most either want to avoid dealing with or the opinions shared in those posts are a complete 180 degrees from what's trendy to believe in today. but i have to share it anyway. for 2 months i've been terrified, frustrated, bitter, angry and absolutely heartbroken, but there's one thing i haven't been, and that is ashamed. i'm proud of who i am. i'm proud of my people and their spirit. you will never understand what it's been like for us, what it still is like for us, but let me just say this: they wanted to break us, they wanted to break our spirit. they failed. we've never been more united. they just made us stronger.

so i'm gonna reblog some stuff so i can get it out of my system and move on. at worst i hope you just ignore and scroll past it; at best i hope you keep an open mind and maybe for the first time read things from a different pov instead of just the one sided propaganda everyone is continuously exposed to. maybe you'll see it isn't all black and white, maybe you'll see there are nuances you're not even aware of, maybe you'll realize you've been fed a lot of misinformation, half truths and even lies over the years. maybe. if you have questions or want to have a mature and civil conversation about it, feel free to msg me and i'll try and reply when my health allows me to, i'm open to discussion. if you want to unfollow me after this, feel free to do so. i'm not gonna force my truth on anyone, but i'm also not gonna change who i am for anyone either.

and on a more personal note, i wanna say thank you again for the msgs i've received last time and haven't replied to (due to health, Situation etc), and for the ones i've gotten since (will get to those soon i hope). i do feel the need to say this tho - i did have a peek or two at my dash and on twitter earlier on and saw some things. i was in a super sensitive state at the time and it was pretty disheartening ngl. it's hard nowadays, with all the hate going on and public opinion being what it is, to know whether or not you're still welcome in these spaces, whether or not people still like you and care about you, or if you've officially become persona non grata. most days it feels like the latter tbh. i just don't know where i stand. i said i'm not gonna force myself on anyone and i'm not, so if you're still ok with me…i guess the ball's in your court? 🌻

thanks for reading. thanks for sticking around, to those who decide to do so. take care y'all. never again is now. am yisrael chai. 💙