#if you see this nonny sorry it took me so long to answer >_<

[theysangastheyslew]

if there’s inspiration or anything, is it possible to have a LH “In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you." Art 😭

Hi anon! I’m sorry I didn’t know if this meant showing them desiring that life w/ each other, or if you wanted to see them actually living it but! since it’s Hange’s birthday I went with the latter bc they deserve it and breakfast in bed is a far better present than the one Isayama gave to them :')

[flowercrowngods]

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

hi there! sorry i’m only getting to this now, i know it’s been in my ask box for a while now but unfortunately i do not control the brain 😔🤍

🏷️ is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

oh i’m always looking for hurt/comfort first! i think the first tag i searched for in this fandom was Steve Harrington Needs A Hug. and then i love to go through the fandom-specific tags, yknow, get the tone of the fandom kinda. Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart is also top tier tag!

so yeah, always the hurt/comfort ones, whatever they look like specifically in whichever fandom we’re talking :D (and ofc hurt/comfort on its own)

🦈 which character is the toughest to write?

this might come as a surprise, but steve is pretty tough to write sometimes in the time travel au (i’ll try. i’ll try. (but i couldn’t be better)) because he’s Going Through It and all that angst can be very emotionally draining sometimes (but i love it still)

i think i can find tough aspects about everyone tbh, and when i think about it hard enough, i’ll say everyone?? i don’t usually think too hard about voice or getting it right, because i will lose myself in it and then just not write at all. all those characters can be super tough to write, depending on what you wanna achieve. mostly because they’re teenagers. or tweens. they don’t make sense because they don’t have to, they can communicate or just not, they can do the most batshit things or just not, they can be completely out of character on purpose or not — lord knows i feel like i’m a different person every month, and that was worse as a teenager.

so uh. i think the toughest thing is finding a voice i like for whatever story i’m going for, get the basics of the character right, and then just hope it adds up. sorry for the non-answer 😅

🚦 what sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

oh isn’t that the million dollar question :D i’ll be nice and say ambiguous. but in the sense that the heaviness of whatever they went through is still there, still palpable, but it’s over. it’s a bittersweet sort of ending where they acknowledge that they should never have had to go through what they went through, and will never quite get over it, but they’re not alone anymore, and they won’t have to go through it again.

i love those kinds of endings. the john green kind, if you know what i mean.

realistically and statistically, though, i write happy endings much more often — because i too am here for the catharsis of creation a lot of the times. i just personally don’t believe in happy endings after immense trauma. life itself will have a bittersweet aftertaste, i think. it’s just the ambiguity that differs from story to story (and it lies in the eye of the beholder too)

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[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Imagine mando’s reaction to seeing fem!reader playing with or being sweet with grogu- and seeing how grogu takes a liking so quickly to her (if they just met)

I just feel like it would make his heart flutter

Hi, Nonny, sorry it took me so long to answer this. I tried my best thinking about how it would go. I hope you like what I came up with.

The Stowaway

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

A/N: Feedback is always welcome. It's almost 5am so any typos are my bad.

Warnings: none

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You sat there fidgeting slightly, your nerves getting the better of you. You shifted in your seat again as the stranger, the Mandalorian, you had heard others call him, stalked towards you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he stopped in front of you and glared at you - as far as you could tell, you couldn’t see his face through his helmet - but you swore you could feel him giving you an icy cold stare.

“How did you get in here?” he asked you again. 

Yeah, he’s definitely glaring, you thought. 

You sighed and shook your head. “It was an accident,” you told him again. You had told him this at least four times, but he kept asking you as if your answer was going to change. 

You hadn’t meant to sneak onto his ship. You were running from raiders and had hopped in the first thing you saw. You didn’t know nor care to whom it belonged, you just needed to get away and fast. 

You heard him sigh. “Well, I’m taking you back,” he told you. “I don’t have any more room.” 

“No,” you said, shaking your head. Your home was gone, you didn’t have anything to go back to. The raiders had destroyed everything. “There’s no back to go to. I don’t have anything left. Besides,” you looked around, “you have plenty of room. I was in here for two days before you even noticed.”

You couldn’t tell, but you were more than sure he had frowned at that. 

“Next stop, I’m dropping you off,” he told you. “I don’t need anyone else on this ship.”

“Fine with me,” you said. You had planned to hop off when he made his next stop in the first place. 

“It’ll be three more days,” he told you. “Just stay out of my way.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “So, where can I…?” you had started to ask him where you could bunk, but he just turned around shaking his head and walking away. You shrugged and reached into your pack for something to eat.

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You managed to stay out of each other’s way for a day, but your curiosity had gotten the best of you by the second day. You had gotten out of the niche you had made for yourself and decided to stretch your legs. 

You wandered around, making sure to keep quiet. You didn’t see anything interesting, really it was your typical ship, you seen one, you’ve seen them all. You were about to go back to your niche when you heard a noise. You stopped and listened again. 

What was that? It sounded like a small child or something. That’s interesting, you thought. Maybe that’s what he meant about not having room for anyone. He already has someone in here. You walked towards where you thought it was coming from. There was a curtain covering a section, you pushed aside and peered around the corner. 

“Hello?” you called out softly. In response, you heard a cooing sound. 

You looked around and didn’t see anything. Nothing but a pile of some things and a small hammock strung up. You walked into the space and called out again, “Is anyone here?”

The cooing noise answered you again and then, to your surprise, a small head popped out. You bit your tongue, so as not to yell out. You had never seen anything like this creature before. It was small and green with big ears and wide blinking eyes. Once you got over the initial shock, you smiled. It was kinda cute. You kneeled down to get on eye level with it.

“Um, hi,” you said nervously.

It cooed again, and reached out a small hand to you.

“D-do you have a name?”

The creature blinked at you and tilted its head as if to ask you who you were and what you were doing in its space.

“I’m guessing you can’t talk, huh?”

It made another noise, this time, you figured, it was a happy one. You reached out and touched its outstretched hand. The noise it made this time was definitely a happy one and you were sure it smiled. You grinned down at the creature and it came out from its hiding spot. You repositioned yourself and sat cross-legged on the floor. The two of you studied each other for a bit.

“What are you doing here?” you asked it, knowing that it couldn’t answer you. It just made another noise.

 “Are you friends with that Mandalorian?” 

Another cooing noise. 

“Guess that means yes,” you said, looking around. “I mean you have a pretty nice set up here. A room, kinda, hammock…”

The creature looked around and then back at you, tilting its head again. You took it to mean that it was asking you what you were doing there.

“I hid out,” you said. “I was running from raiders, they destroyed my home. I didn’t think it was a big deal, I was gonna hop off as soon as your friend made another stop. Thought I could hide out. Didn’t know it would be three days. He caught me. I was trying to stay out of his way but I just wanted to look around…”

“What are you doing?” a voice asked from behind you, making you and the creature jump in surprise.

You hopped up quickly, spotting the Mandalorian. “Oh, I was just, um…”

“You were supposed to stay out of the way,” he said. 

“Right, sorry,” you mumbled and scrambled out of the way, making your way back to your niche.

A few hours later, while you were snacking on some of the food you had, you heard the sound of the little creature cooing. You peered out from where you were and saw it blinking up at you. You smiled again.

“Hey,” you whispered, “what are you doing here?”

It made another noise then climbed into where you were. The two of you looked at each  other for a bit before the creature looked at the food in your hand.

“Are you hungry?” you asked, handing some of your food to it.

It smiled and took the food from your hand and gobbled it up quickly. You laughed and it made a noise that you assumed was a happy one. 

“You need to slow down,” you said, handing it another piece and taking some more and eating it yourself.

After you finished eating, the creature stayed around where you were. You talked to it, telling it about your home, your family, and some happy times and you assumed it enjoyed your stories because it listened intently for a bit. Then it went searching in your pack pulling out some of your things. You showed it your stuff, explaining what each thing was and where they came from and any stories behind them. 

Soon, you could see it getting sleepy. You reached out your arms and the creature went into them immediately and snuggled against you. You talked to it softly, telling it a story your mother had told you every night to get you to sleep. When you finished, you looked down and saw it was sound asleep. You got up carefully, then looked around, checking that the Mandalorian wasn’t anywhere around. Once you were sure that the coast was clear, you tiptoed back to the space where you found the creature and placed it carefully in its hammock and covered it with a blanket. You looked down at it for a second, watching it sleep peacefully, before heading back to your niche.

Unbeknownst to you, you were being watched by the Mandalorian.

The next day, you were awakened by the creature, gently tapping you. 

“Hey!” you said, stretching and yawning, then smiling at it.

It made a cooing sound, then turned and walked off. You figured it wanted you to follow it, so you got up and did. It took you back to his space. It went and dug through some things before producing a small silver ball. You looked at it curiously. The creature settled down and you did the same across from it. It stretched out its hand with the ball in it and you took it. You watched it as it closed its eyes, concentrating, and then you felt a small tugging in your hand. The ball flew out of your palm and into its hand.

It opened his eyes and made a triumphant noise. 

“Woah!” you exclaimed, “you did that? How?” You took the ball again. “Can you do it again?” you asked.

In response, the creature closed its eyes and did it again, making you cheer.

“This is so cool!” You reached in your pocket and pulled out a charm that once went on a necklace. “Can you do it with this too?”

It closed its eyes, stretched out his hand and the next thing you knew, your charm flew out of your hand and into the creature’s. You cheered again, making the creature excited. You two did this for a few hours, before, you guessed, the creature got tired. It climbed into your lap and snuggled against you again, looking up at you with its big eyes. You smiled down at it.

“Wanna hear that story again?”

It made a sound that you assumed meant yes and you began to tell the story, watching as the creature drifted off to sleep.

You had forgotten that you were supposed to be out of the way, but you were soon reminded when, again, the Mandalorian’s voice startled you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, but this time sounding not nearly as upset.

“We were just, um, playing, I guess,” you said softly. “Then it got tired and fell asleep.”

“Oh,” he grunted. “I see.” 

“Right,” you said, getting up carefully and putting the creature in its hammock and covering it. 

The Mandalorian had watched you and marveled at the tender way you played and cared for the child. He felt something stir inside him.

“Well, I guess I’ll go back to my…”

“He has a name,” he said, interrupting you.

“Huh?”

The Mandalorian nodded to the hammock. “The child, he has a name.”

“Oh, um, what is it?”

“Grogu.”

“Grogu? Huh, that’s interesting. Do you have a name?"

“I was watching you,” he said, ignoring your question. “Watching you talk to him, and play with him. He likes you.”

“Really? It… I mean, he does?” you asked, shocked. “How can you tell?”

He shrugged. “I just can. It’s nice.”

“Oh, well that’s good then.”

You both stood there for a minute staring at each other.

“Well,” he said. “Have you eaten yet?”

You shook your head. “No, I…”

“Come on, I have something,” he turned to walked off before stopping and glancing back at you. "You can call me Din," he told you before walking off.

You glanced back at the tiny, sleeping form of the child, Grogu and smiled, then turned to follow Din.

[thisismeracing]

Mick + groaning + smut please (congrats baby❤️)

Groaning | MS47

⸺ the one where your boyfriend wants to help you with cramps. ✓ mentions period sex/blood, p in v, and unprotected sex. Typos - not proofread. +18! Minors DNI!

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Yn cried silently, or so she thought it was silently because Mick woke up no longer after, having heard her shuffling and small whines.

“Babe, what's up? You ok?!” He asked, sitting up and rubbing the back of his hands on his eyes.

“Cramps,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep.”

“Did you take your painkillers?” He ignored her command, getting ready to leave the bed and go get it for her.

“I did, I tried everything, the heating pad, the pain killers, the pillow,” she sounded exhausted.

Mick took a second to search in his brain for a solution, or at least a distraction because he hated seeing Yn in pain.

“You want me to massage your tummy like I did last time?”

“No, babe, go back to sleep, you’re tired and-“

“Stop being stubborn. I wanna help, Schatzi. Now, lie on your back and hand me the lotion on your side of the nightstand.”

So she did just that, and Mick made himself comfortable before getting to work on her belly. He spread a thin coat of body lotion and with one of his big hands, he made the movements that made Yn moan his name.

The athmosphere shifted.

“Is it working? Is it good?” He whispered, for some reason, and she could only nod her head, biting her lips. “Answer me, Schatzi. How does it feel?” One of his hands moved her blouse to the side and his oily hands massaged her boobs too, playing with her nipples before taking one into his mouth.

“So good, don’t stop, Mick. Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded and he obeyed.

“You know, I saw somewhere that sex could help with cramps, You wanna try it?” His mouth was on her neck now and his voice was muffled by the kisses he was littering on her skin.

“You don’t mind the blood?”

“It’s just blood, Yn. I don’t mind. Besides, I wanna make you feel good, better than you’re feeling now,” he stated before crashing their lips into a heated kiss.

They made quick work out of their clothes and it wasn’t long before Mick was on top of her, hard and expectantly at her entrance.

Mick gave Yn one last look to which she nodded, and he finally slid in groaning right on her ear when he buttoned out. Yn contracted her pelvis and laced her legs around his waist, letting a moan slip past her open mouth.

“Is it good? Is it hurting?” He asked and she shook her head, moving her arms around his neck and hiding it in the crook of his neck.

Mick groaned again when Yn started moving and he took her command, thrusting lightly but rhythmically.

“Babe- it’s so good, please, keep going.”

And that he did. Mick thrusted and grinded, kissed, and licked her neck and collarbone until she was scratching his back and letting out whines of pleasure instead of pain.

“Thank you,” she breathed, after reaching her orgasm and feeling her pain reduce.

“Anything for you, Schatzi.”

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I’m on my period and so I couldn't help but project again 😩 thank you, nonny! I hope you guys liked it anyways *forehead kiss* don’t forget to reblog and leave me a comment, I love to see it 💜

[hatkuu]

omg omg loving sex w kylar after he gets jealous seeing you talk to someone else and you remind him youre not going anywhere youre all his <333

oopsies sorry this took so so long nonnie!! i am wading my way through so many good asks lately hehe i vow to finish them all soon!!

tw: gen! reader (no specific genitals mentioned), m! kylar, pregnancy talk, breeding kink, make up smut, mention of starting a family with kylar...

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"Kylar?"

Your hand trails down his cheek, fingers tracing against acne-scarred flesh as your thighs wrap around his bony mid-section.

Even as you touch him so lovingly - with so much reverence that he has to bite back a jaw-straining smile - Kylar refuses to forget what you pulled today. You pause, surprised that your boyfriend isn't instantaneously melting in your hands. Eyes squinted in confusion instead of your previous sultry expression, you pull back to meet your boyfriend face to face.

Kylar's lips rest in a heavy pout, brows creased with ire as his eyes stare back at your own half-closed ones. He huffs, loudly, obviously upset with you over something or someone you interacted with today. His pout doesn't falter, not even as you fight back a giggle - subsequently, as Kylar continues to uphold his seething - you burst out into a scene of hideously contagious laughter.

You wheeze, falling backward onto the headboard of Kylar's bed as he mumbles, turning his head away to stare at the wall to the left of you.

"Don't be like that, baby!"

Your hands quickly redirect Kylar, quickly pressing a laugh-sweetened kiss against his sour ones. "If I did something, you should tell me instead of just getting upset, okay?" Despite the seriousness of your question, you don't stop pressing quick pecks against his lips. Kylar's pout falters for only a second; and that's when you know you have him.

"Who's bed am I in right now, hmm?"

Kylar's face flushes heavy and his pout quickly morphs into a shy smile. His breath hitches, eagerly tugging you back into his lap. "M-Mine," He breathes out shakily, always so eager to respond to you. "Y-You're in my bed."

"Mhm," you murmur lowly, pressing a much firmer kiss to Kylar's lips to show your appreciation at his obedient answer. "I'm in Kylar's bed right now," You smile against his skin as Kylar laves at your own, tasting you rather than kissing. He's desperate for you, so appreciative of your cooed out affirmations of his position as your lover.

"So Kylar shouldn't get jealous over people who don't matter—"

Kylar quickly pulls back, gripping at your shoulders with a concerning intensity.

"But—"

"Nooo," You tease, unphased by the jealousy behind his eyes - the same jealousy that has him pulling knives on people - continuing your loving carresses despite the concerning situation. "I'm your's - and if you're so jealous—"

"'m not jealous—"

"—maybe you should make everyone know I'm your spouse, hmm?"

"M-My spouse," Kylar shudders, his grip loosening as his gaze morphs from jealousy into pure, unadulterated lust. "Y-Yeah," He groans, face falling into your neck, lapping and biting at the tender flesh on your collarbones. "My spouse..." He talks to himself more than to you, too busy marking your skin with an artwork of purple, splotched hickeys.

"We'll get married and have so many babies," You whisper, purposefully riling him up with the mention of starting a family, something that Kylar rambles about daily - something that he'd do anything for.

"Y-Yeah, I-I'll give you as many as y-you want," Kylar shivers, quickly pulling your underwear to the side to prod at your entrance with his fingers. You whine at the cold touch and Kylar presses an apologetic kiss to the side of your throat, sucking at the skin as he does so.

"Two sounds nice."

Kylar pulls back, smiling so wide at you that your own expression morphs into one that mirrors his. You gasp, back arching as Kylar's fingers slip inside of you. He doesn't break eye contact, committing your face to memory as you quiver just from his fingers.

"M-Maybe we'll even end up with m-more than just two!"

You squeak as Kylar's arousal presses hot and heavy against your bare thighs, twitching in excitement at the prospect of breeding you and having so many babies with you—

"Ah— You'll j-just have to be thorough, won't you?"

Kylar nods eagerly, pulling down his briefs to press his cock against your entrance, dragging it along the sensitive skin, relishing the twitching heat beneath him. He giggles as you arch your back further, aching to feel him inside you.

"I promise. I'll fuck you so good that— that you'll have no choice but to get pregnant a-and be mine forever— Y-yeah, I promise, m-my love."

You know for a fact that Kylar would never break a promise to you - especially not a promise as special as this one.

[navybrat817]

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Florist beefy Bucky and Petal maybe👀

Oh, sweet nonnie. I had to do some kind of variation of this.

Grandeur

Pairing: Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky is thankful to have you in his life, especially after a long day. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Sugary sweet fluff and love, established relationship, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: A little for something for my favorite florist. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, mentally ticking off one more thing on his checklist. He closed the shop a little while ago, but still had a couple of things to complete before he could leave. It was admittedly not the best day. Blame it on the rainy weather or just an off day, but it seemed like a portion of his arrangements underwhelmed his customers. And with the system going down temporarily, one of his deliveries running extremely late, and an employee calling in sick, he was going to miss his dinner with you.

"Sorry, Petal. I don’t think I’ll make it for dinner. I'll call you later." He sent, tucking his phone away before he could see your response.

It was the first time he had to break plans with you and it broke his heart a bit.

With another sigh, he took his ponytail out to rake a hand through his hair. He tried not to sweat the small things. Life was too short for that. Even with the shock of losing his arm, he did his best to look at the positive. It helped put him on the path that led to something he was passionate about. It was something that tied him to his past and would help define his future.

The best part of all was that it brought you into his life.

Bucky just wished you were there tonight. Not so he would complain or rant to you. He just wanted to see your smile and know there was something right about his day. But he kind of screwed that up by pushing off dinner plans.

Sorry, Petal. I’ll find a way to make it up to you.

He bent down to grab something behind the desk when he heard a knock at the door. "Sorry, but we’re closed!" he called out, not sure if the person standing there would even hear him.

"But I brought dinner!"

He jumped up so fast he had to grip the desk when his head spun. You smiled and waved through the glass as you held up a bag of food with your other hand. A true sight for sore eyes, you looked thrilled to see him and he was so entranced it took him a few extra seconds to go to the door.

"Okay, I know you had a long day and the back office is probably the last place you want to have dinner," you began as you went inside, your sweet and familiar scent washing over him like a soothing mist. "But I thought you could use some company and I brought your favorite."

He swallowed a little, touched by your thoughtfulness.

"Is that okay?" you asked when he didn't answer right away.

How did you know I needed you?

"Yeah, thanks," he whispered, gently stopping you before you could go to the back. "Wait. You aren’t upset that I couldn’t make it for dinner?"

He regretted asking when hurt filled your eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was imply that you would hold something like that over his head. After the kind of day he had though, he just had to be sure you were okay. Your feelings mattered to him.

"Bucky, no. I'm not upset. I know you didn’t push dinner off on purpose. I just feel bad that you didn't have a great day," you gently assured him, giving him a quick kiss. It wasn’t long enough for him. He wanted to get drunk on the taste of your lips. "Would you hold it against me if a meeting or something ran late and I had to postpone a meal?"

"No," he said, knowing you had a point. You were one of the most considerate people he knew, especially when it came to him and his feelings. He tried to give you the same consideration in return.

"Then don’t expect me to hold it against you. I know you and I know you would’ve come over as soon as you wrapped up here," you smiled, sneaking another kiss. "I’ll get this set up. Let me know if I can help you with anything out here."

He watched in awe as you went to the back office, his chest tight as he silently followed. You cleaned off a spot to spread out the meal and gave him another smile when you caught him staring. You were there for him and weren’t going anywhere.

Petal, what did I do to deserve you?

He wasn’t sure why he teared up. Maybe he wasn’t used to someone caring that much about him that they would spend the evening in the shop just to be close to be close by. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and say in your ear how much you meant to him. He wanted to sweep everything on the floor and lay you on the desk so he could bury himself so deep you’d feel him days from now.

"What’s wrong?" you asked when he blinked away the tears, even though he knew you wouldn't judge if he cried.

He could show you the ugliest parts of himself and you would find a way to make them beautiful.

"Nothing. I was just thinking of how much you mean to me," he said in a quiet voice as he removed his apron and tossed it away. "How you mean everything to me."

"You mean everything to me, too," you promised, holding a hand out for him.

He took it without hesitation.

"Do you remember our first date?" he asked as he pulled you close. It seemed like yesterday he took you to the restaurant and held you in his arms for a dance, uncaring of who was watching. "I thanked you for taking a chance on me."

"I remember," you smiled, reaching up with your left hand to touch his cheek. "Shouldn’t I be thanking you for being the best boyfriend in the world?"

"Boyfriend," he repeated as he brought your hand to his lips, letting them linger on your bare ring finger. It didn’t sound right to him anymore. Not when he was meant to be more. "I’m going to be your husband one day, Petal. I’m going to put a ring on your finger and make you my wife. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life thanking you for being mine."

He already had the perfect ring.

"Bucky," you whispered when he brushed his lips against yours. "All that because I brought you dinner?"

He chuckled at the astonishment in your tone. "No. Just because I love you."

"I love you, too. And when you ask me one day, I’ll say ‘yes’," you told him before he swept you up in a deep kiss.

While Bucky didn’t have the ability to predict the future, he knew that the two of you were meant to be together. He would continue not to sweat the small stuff with you by his side. And maybe he could convince you to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. Because, besides your company, the sweet nectar between your legs was exactly what he needed after a long day.

Where do I get one? And how do we think he'll propose? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[bbunivxrse]

AHHH I LOVED UR "HATED HIM" GOJO FIC ITS SO CUTEE🥹 I WANNA SEE A PART 2!! im curious will the reader date gojo or js continue to hate him lmao

❥ IMPROVEMENTS - SATORU GOJO

pairing: gojo x f!reader contents: pt 2 to this fic although you dont need to read it to understand this one. no warnings js fluff here !!! word count: 2.5k on the DOT a/n: HII NONNIE IM SSOOO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!! im sorry this took so long ive been busy with work and exams coming up :( hopefully i can post more often soon :((( ANYWAZ ENJOY

so maybe you don’t hate Satoru Gojo. not anymore. since that moment you shared with him, you thought everything would go back to normal, and for the most part it did. well, you think it did, but everyone else saw the changes clear as day.

as time passed, from an outside perspective it seemed like the two of you suddenly had a… “stable” friendship. both “stable” and “friendship” being used very very loosely. although gojo prefered “happy relationship” and “loving marriage”. the yelling matches (you yelling at gojo while he just sits there and smiles like an idiot) that used to occur multiple times daily went down to only once a day, if at all. you didn’t seem to shoo him away as much or rant about how annoying he is. it was almost like you were warming up to him.

if nobody knew what had happened between the two of you it would’ve seemed like a random switch that went off one day, except everyone did know what happened, cuz gojo’s big mouth went and told everyone the next fucking day. to escape being made fun of to no end, you told everyone you only kissed him so he’d shut up and there was no feelings beyond that, which was half true. the other half of you knew that being all bandaged up by him after a mission gone wrong, sitting in his bed while he tells you how much he cares about you, a man who’d usually piss you off and act all goofy. to see him like that was like a breath of really fresh air and kinda changed the way you saw him.

obviously he was still super annoying and pissed you off, but he seemed to finally get the memo and tuned it down so that it was actually manageable. his laugh was suddenly cuter, his face was less punchable and his flirting was almost starting to fluster you. almost. he still made those stupid comments and monologues for waaayy too long but he got a lot sweeter in his teasing and actions. he somehow found out what your favourite foods and places to eat were and bought you food after long days of school, training sessions and missions and took you to places around tokyo on outings “dates”. your friendship with him was finally tolerable. 

waking up on a sunday morning, you hear the sound of buzzing from your phone on your bedside table. 

incoming call from gojo.

its way too early for him to be bothering you already, but you know very well that if you don’t pick up now he’ll keep calling til you do. you silently curse shoko for giving him your number when he asked her, since he already knew you’d say no to him. “what do you want?” you answer his call, putting the phone to your ear as you sit up in bed. “good morning to you too i guess..” you can hear the pouting in his voice. “what are you up to today??” 

“i’m training a bit with nanami and haibara later.” you check the clock on the table, mentally starting to plan when you’re gonna start getting ready to meet the two of them. “nanami!? why would you train with him!? he doesn’t know anything.” he seemed to completely tune out the second name you mentioned

“he knows more than you.” you laugh at his dramatic gasp over the phone, picturing the look on his face. “whateverrrr. you should train with me instead!” 

“no.” 

“what!? why not?? im soooo much better than him!” you can hear the passion in his voice and you begin to wonder how he can have so much energy so early in the morning, especially on a sunday. “please humble yourself, and i already told nanami i’d train with them anyway.” you glance back at your clock, continuing to consider how long you can stay in bed for. “fiiineee. we can train together next time. what’re you doing after that?” 

“after training i’m gonna…” your voice trails off as you think back to earlier this week, trying to recall if you had made any other plans with anyone for today. “not doing anything later. i’m probably gonna go back to my dorm.” you confessed, forgetting exactly who you were on the phone with. “oh so you’re free later? perfect! we sh-“ 

“no, i’m not free. i’m going back to my dorm gojo. and i’m staying there. all day.” you make sure to give him the details of your plan to stay in your room so he doesn’t have any wiggle room to plan anything. “hmmmm.. okay! ill just come over then!” 

“what?? n-“ 

“cyalaterbye!!” you hear the phone beep as he hangs up, now looking down at your lock screen. 'god he’s sooo annoying.'

getting out of bed after looking down at your clock again, you decide you have more than enough time to watch a bit of the show you’ve been catching up on. maybe about two and a half episodes?

checking the time halfway through the first episode, you decide you’re not in the mood to continue watching and you’ll watch a movie instead after training. you get up and begin getting ready for the scheduled training session you had, lightly fixing up your hair so you looked presentable and throwing on your uniform before heading out. 

training with nanami and haibara went well, and you were all surprised gojo didn’t show up to bother you but you figured he was busy with his own thing. coming home you immediately threw your uniform onto the floor and went to take a shower, feeling all gross and sweaty. ‘ill pick it up later.’

you turn the water on, allowing it to get hot before stepping into the shower. you decided to use your favourite body wash that smelled like heaven in a bottle, the scent filling up the entire bathroom and making all the air around you smell like your favourite fragrance. you linger in the shower for a bit, the hot water feeling therapeutic against your skin. once you were done you headed back to your room, throwing on some comfy flared sweats and a random tank top from your wardrobe. looking in the mirror, the outfit was surprisingly cute, and really comfortable.

in a good mood from the nice shower and already feeling pretty after only putting on some  random clothes, you decided to have fun and do some light makeup. maybe you’ll run a few errands later? you were a bit low on snacks at the moment.

finishing off your makeup with a pretty lipgloss, you look in your little snack drawer to see what you had left. some gum, a few candies and one bag of your favourite chips you’re planning to save. maybe it was time to restock. 

you throw on a light jacket and grab your bag, gathering your essentials and getting your shoes on before leaving your dorm. you decided to go to the little convenience store only a few minutes away since they had all the snacks you like. 

within a few minutes you made it to the store, picking out a bunch of snacks and candies you liked. as you were looking at the new flavours of candy they had, the bell by the door jingled as someone entered the store. “y/n!!” you heard a familiar voice behind you. “why are you here?? you said you were staying in your dorm. all day.” gojo mocks the tone you used with him on the phone earlier. “i changed my mind. why are you here?” 

“satoru wanted to get some candy on the way home.” suguru appears from behind him, giving you a smile and a polite wave. “hmm.. they have a nice selection here, what do you think i should get?” gojo puts a hand to his chin as he looks through all the candies. “the sour green apple candy from this brand is really good. and the lemon flavour too, they’re my favourites.” you say as you point to the candies. “then they’re my favourites too,” gojo immediately picks up two of each flavour you recommended, before picking a few other candies he knows you like.

“you do not need all that sweetness. think about your health.” suguru grimaces at the amount of sweets in gojos hands. “i’m not gonna eat all of it! do you really think that low of me? i’m sharing with my girlfriend.” he plops his purchase on the counter for the cashier, smiling down at you “and i’m still coming over,” 

“i didnt agree to that, nor do you have girlfriend.” 

“don’t care,” gojo shrugs as he takes his bag full of your favourite candies, cheerfully skipping out the door followed by you and suguru. the two of you followed as he happily pranced down the street and back to school. 

“you’re really not gonna leave me alone?” 

“nope!” you and gojo stand outside your dorm as he waits for you to unlock the door. you sign at his persistence, grabbing your keys from your bag and opening the door. he had never actually been in your dorm before so this was like a new world to him. “kinda messy in here. you needa clean up a bit y/n” gojo steps inside as if it were his own house, yet looks around at your space as if he were at a museum. “do you ever shut up? and take your shoes off. don’t step on my nice carpet. if it gets dirty i will kill you.” 

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed as if his life was truly in danger. you take off your own shoes, putting your jacket and bag away before plopping yourself on your bed. you watch gojo pace around your small dorm room, picking up random objects to inspect before humming and placing it back down. you know he should be monitored carefully while in proximity of your stuff but you really can’t be bothered to babysit right now and just allow him to stimulate himself.

after a few minutes of replying to missed texts from a few of your friends, you hear gojo sigh, dropping the bag of candy on the floor and placing his glasses alongside the makeup you put on earlier. you realize he hadn’t said a word for those few minutes. “you’re being too silent, what are yo-“ gojo fully drops himself on top of you, his hard head hitting your chest so hard you swear you heard a rib crack. “holy fucking shit you fatass, get off me!! you’re heavy.” you try to push him off you but he doesn’t budge. “but ‘m tired baby,” he whines as he made himself more comfortable on top of you. “i will kill you.” 

“m‘kay..” gojo yawns, wrapping his arms around you. now you’re stuck, great. you honestly didn’t think the word ‘tired’ existed in gojo’s vocabulary since he somehow always has energy. you had never seen him sleep before, which sounds somewhat normal until you remember the overnight trips and missions you and your classmates went on frequently, where gojo never slept. or he never let anyone see him sleep. you didn’t really realize it until now, with him on your chest already seeming close to knocking out.

as much as it annoyed you that you couldn’t get up to eat the candy he’d bought for the two of you to have, you figured if you woke him up he’d just bother the shit out of you until you let him sleep again, and you honestly realize how cute he is when he’s quiet. sighing in defeat, you open up your laptop that you had left on your bed earlier and throw on a movie you had already wanted to watch today. “hm..? what’s that?” gojo mumbles as he’s half asleep. “the movie suguru recommended me the other day. the one about the samurai?” 

“ohhh.” gojo turns his head away from the screen to rest on the other side of his head “that one sucks. and the main character dies.” 

“ugh, spoiler warning next time??” you flick the top of his head as he laughs. you scroll through the selection of movies on the site, humming occasionally while adding interesting movies to your watch later list. eventually you find a random movie that you had never heard of but it looks interesting enough and decide to watch it. the large boy laying on top of you turns his head back to the screen once he hears the new film playing. this time he doesn’t say anything, but you notice his eyes struggling to stay open as he yawns literally every waking minute.

“gojo why don’t you go back to your dorm to sleep? you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle at him as he tries to look offended but clearly doesn’t have to energy to. “mn-mm. ‘m watchin… with my wife.” he yawns mid sentence. “well i’m not your wife, soooo…” 

“you are my wife… we’re married… you remember.”  you know he normally only says stuff like that to get under your skin, but sometimes it sounds like he truly believes it, which is a bit scary. you can’t even pay attention to the movie with how hard you’re contemplating to get him off you and in his own bed, but it seems there’s truly no solution. he’s a freakishly tall and muscular man with 100% of his body weight on top of you, so you obviously can’t push him off. and he clearly wont willingly get up, and you know you can’t convince him to get up, so you begin to accept that you might actually be stuck here. 

“ill let you stay if you grab the bag of candy for me,” gojo seems to be too tired to remember that there’s nothing you can do to force him to leave and he easily could’ve refused. he lazily throws the bag onto the bed beside you before plopping himself right back where he was before. “now lemme stay.” you roll your eyes instinctively, grabbing the bag and picking out one of the candies gojo had picked for you. he lets out one last yawn before allowing his tiredness to consume him.

as you open up the sweets and start eating, you look down at gojo. you never really took a moment to actually realize how pretty he really is, and especially how cute he looks while he sleeps. as creepy as that sounds. you think it’s because his mouth is finally shut and he’s not saying the most annoying sentences he can come up with, or constantly blabbering to you about stuff you never asked him about and have no interest in. you honestly didn’t mind this heavy man peacefully asleep on top of you as you eat candy and watch a movie. it was quite nice, actually. maybe you’ll start to allow gojo to do things like this more often. 

i really had no idea how to end this :SOB: but it turned out well i hope. pls send requests btw i have ZERO idea what to write neext

[mncxbe]

hi hi! could i maybe req bram (if u write for him), sigma and ranpo with a cuddly reader pls?

hi dear nonnie♡♡ sorry it took me so long to answer it's been quite a busy time for me. hope you like it^^

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𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎

sweet boy; he's not used to physical touch

the only human contact he had in a while was Fukuchi grabbing his collar and Aya carrying him around the airport like a backpack

so naturally, it takes him a while to get used to your affections

in time he grows fond of your sweet and clingy personality; Bram loves cuddling with you at night, falling asleep in your embrace

he's the little spoon most of the times♡

Spooning, I see. So what am I supposed to do? Just wrap my arms around you like this... this isn't as bad as I thought.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

the clingiest man in existence; he can't be with an s/o who doesn't love physical touch

ofc he's thrilled when you cuddle him

he likes it when you sit on his lap facing him, your laced with his hair, gently massaging his scalp while he works on cases, or when the two of you watch a movie in the evening, wrapped in each other's embrace i'd die for this

most of all tho, Ranpo loves waking up next to you, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist, sleepy face buried in your chest. he gets so pouty when you tell him you have to get out of bed

Sugar... just five more minutes please I want you to hold me~ What do you mean I gotta go to work? I'm the greatest detective in the world I can afford to be late to work.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

another shy baby

Sigma gets so flustered when you shower him with hugs and kisses. he has quite a low self esteem, always doubting his worth and the fact that you're so affectionate towards him means a lot. it's the best form of reassurance

he loves loves loves it when you walk by his side, snuggling his arm to your chest, or when you hug him from behind while he makes breakfast in the kitchen

not to mention that he's the type of lover who still has a crush on you even months after the two of you get together, so you always get that adorable reaction out of him when you cuddle

Y/N wait what are you~ aah wait but I just got out of the shower you can't just hug me like this. Damn you... I love you. // live Sigma reaction

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Helllooooo!!! I hope you're having a good day!! 💕💜✨

Can I submit a prompt where Lloyd calls in his normally mousey assistant on one of her off days and is blown back by her casual attire? Maybe she's on her way out of hang with the girls and she's got her hottie/freekum dress/attire on.

Bonus if she is as completely I bothered as she normally is and even teases him a bit for his audacity 😈😈

I appreciate you're brain and the time you spend sharing it with us!! ☺️💕💜

Hi nonny!! So sorry this took so long, but here it is! And just as a warning, this one is a doozy and I will not be earning bonus points based on your ask.

Is getting negative points a thing?? (Because this thing went off the rails...)

Title: Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

Warnings: horrible boss Lloyd, pet name (Mouse), power imbalance, multiple threats of violence, non-con, forced oral sex (f receiving), slight dacryphilia, forced hand job (m receiving), dub-con p-in-v intercourse, vaginal creampie, forced oral sex (m receiving), oral creampie, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: I apologize to nonny who asked for something (I think) completely different. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

You’re at home getting ready to go out with the girls. It has been ages since you had a free night to let your hair down. But tonight was the night. 

You made sure to ditch the wool sweaters, drab colors, and sensible shoes that you usually wear to work. Instead, you opt for a form-fitting pinstripe dress that ends just above your knee. Large hoop earrings push through your hair and demand attention. Your feet are covered in strappy heels that are cuter than they are comfortable.

But beauty is pain, no?

Just as you are exiting your apartment and entering your car, your phone buzzes. You pull your phone from your purse and growl at the text message from your boss.

Your boss, your reason for migraine medication, the bane of your existence. Lloyd Hansen. Getting an internship with Hansen Government Service was supposed to be a summer gig to help you pay for odds and ends during your last year at college. But no, you had to go ahead and impress the CEO with your problem-solving and the way you covered your former boss’ ass one too many times. 

And now here you are, the personal assistant to this deplorable caricature of a human being. Amazing vision and dental benefits aside, you were the glorified babysitter to a sociopath with an inferiority complex. But you keep your mouth shut and your head down because you know where your bread is buttered.

The text from Lloyd is still sitting in your inbox unread one minute later when your phone starts to ring. You were hoping he would think you were asleep or something, but you remember Lloyd doesn’t observe normal business hours. And he doesn’t give a shit if you have a day off either.

“Yes, Sir,” you answer with Lloyd’s preferred moniker.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” he asks, his annoyed tone unmistakable.

“I apologize for not being available to you, Sir. What can I help you with?” you acknowledge, wanting him to get to his point of bothering you.

“Hmmm. I’m gonna ignore you being rudely polite. For now. Need you to get my dry cleaning, Mouse,” he advises, using that nickname that boils your blood.

“Sir. It’s almost 9 p.m. Are the dry cleaners still open?” you wonder aloud.

“I called them, and they agreed to re-open so that I could get my shirts. Wasn’t that nice of them? You don’t wanna keep that sweet old lady waiting this late at night, do you?” he persuades, a sinister chuckle sending a chill down your spine.

“I will pick up your shirts for you, Sir,” you question.

“Had to pull a late night at the office, but I’m leaving now. Meet me at my place, Mouse,” he replies.

“Yes, Sir,” you say, holding back the urge to scream in his ear and ending the call. 

By being at the office, he is within walking distance of the shop where his clothing is being held. 

Deep breaths. Don’t let him take your joy.

You pass your office building and veer into the small shopping center. Stepping into the shop, you realize you don’t have a ticket, but you also know that the place is staying open for only one reason.

“You here to pick up Hansen?” The old woman behind the counter smiles at you and you nod stepping over to her, “Very particular, that one. Don’t let him work you too hard, honey.” 

“Oh, thank you,” you greet, smiling when she handed over the hangers of shirts covered in plastic material, “May I just apologize for him keeping you open past your hours?”

Before you can apologize, the sweet woman comes around the counter and pats your hand.

“How long are you going to apologize for him? Just go home, honey. And good luck with that one,” she reasons, and she scoots you out of the store before you can tell her that you’re only his assistant, not his long-suffering wife.

You give up trying to explain yourself and turn around to get back in your car. With the shirts hung in the back seat, you speed until you get to Lloyd’s gated community. Pushing in the code to the outer gate, you squirm in your seat as the gate slowly opens.

Driving through streets with pretentious names, you end up at the cul-de-sac where his McMansion sits center-stage among the other Stepford homes. You park next to his vehicle in the spacious driveway, a BMW M8 Competition Convertible in Alpine White. Not a scratch on her sparkling surface.

You stuff down the urge to put a scratch on his car because he will notice it. He notices everything. And with the level of neat freak that he is, he probably would notice a single fingerprint on the car’s hood.

Walking up to the door, you see the Ring camera and press the doorbell. The porch light comes on and the door opens to reveal your boss talking on the phone with one earbud in his ear. He pauses and looks you up and down before letting you walk in around him.

“I’m gonna have to go, something just came up,” he purrs, adjusting himself in the two seconds you were looking away from him. He pulls out his earbud, ending the call and turning his attention to you, “Mouse, glad you could make it, but you didn’t have to dress up for me.”

“I didn’t. Here are your shirts. Can I help you with anything else, Sir?” you explain, holding his dry cleaning out so he can take them. 

Once he reaches out, he bypasses the shirts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him. “Maybe there is one thing you can do for me, Mouse. It is quite a big job though,” he dares, ghosting his thumb over your pulse point.

“Hmmm. Sir, I didn’t come all this way to do whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you warn, putting your hand on his chest to push him away as you feel his increased heart rate. 

His eyes are dark, with barely any blue left in the iris. You can almost feel how hungry he is for you.

“Well, I was gonna say I wouldn’t mind a blowjob from those perfect glossy lips. But I think I wanna hear your mouth moan for me while I eat that pretty pussy instead,” he admits, taking the shirts out of your hand before hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Sir! No! Put me down, you fucking psycho. What are you doing?” you demand, pounding your hands on his back and landing a harsh blow directly to his ass.

“Fuck, Mouse! Hands to yourself, or I won’t keep my hands to myself, ok?” he cautions, surprising you with a hard slap to your ass, “And you got that wrong anyway, I’m technically a sociopath, not a psychopath.”

You’re in a state of stunned silence as he walks up the grand staircase in the room and brings you into a bedroom down the hall. You don’t have time to wonder what all of the other rooms are used for as you are dumped on his bed. The silk sheets underneath you are comfortable, but they seem creepy once you think about being thrown down on top of them. Before you can scramble off of the bed, Lloyd grabs you by the hips and traps you under his weight. 

“Mouse, mouse, mouse. Why don’t you ever dress like this for me?” he breathes, his clothed erection nestled against your hip, “You wearing this for some asshole? Should call him up and tell him I got to you first.”

“Sir, please. I was just going to hang out with my girls. I promise I won’t say anything about this if you just let me go,” you whimper, your hands going to his chest again trying to push him away.

He grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed. His nose takes in your RiRi perfume as it glides along your neck. Kicking your legs open, he nestles himself in between so he can rock his hips into you. Feeling his hardening dick against your panties as your dress rides up, he groans as he feels the heat coming off of you.

“Kinda funny you want me to let you go. But I bet if I dipped a finger into that cute snatch I know you have, I would find a little honey pot full of delicious sweetness waiting for me. Shall I test that out?” he counters. Holding both wrists in one giant hand as he trails a hand down your body until it disappears between you.

You feel his bruising fingers pushing your panties out of the way to find his prize. His touch turns almost delicate as the tips of his fingers find your wet pussy; your body’s betrayal is evident in the puddle forming on your netherlips. The look in his eyes when he finds what he’s looking for is bordering on sheer joy.

“There it is, Mouse. Just like I knew it would be,” he beams, pulling two fingers coated in your essence to his mouth and sucking them clean, “Fuck. I knew it would be delicious. You’re gonna sit on my face and give me all your sweet cream.”

He rolls your body over so that you are straddling him. You debate trying to scramble off of him, but he pinches your thigh and brings you back to the task at hand. You crawl up his body and hover over his face until he locks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down over his eager mouth.

Looking down at him, he looks serene with his eyes closed as he goes to work on your sensitive folds. For a while, you feel nothing when he licks up your slit. Circling your nub with his tongue, he moans when your clit twitches. When kitten licks against your clit turn to sucking it into his mouth, you can’t restrain the urge to grab a handful of his hair.

If he wants to hear you moan pretty for him, he’s gonna need to do better than this. You grind your pussy into his tongue and sigh when he sticks his tongue directly into your hole. Fucking into you with his tongue is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

You tighten your fingers in his auburn hair, unable to hold back your orgasm for much longer. Visions of all the times he looked at you like you were a piece of meat flash before your eyes. The way all of his other assistants quit the job after short stints. And you just about gift-wrapped yourself for him tonight.

You should have never answered the phone. But it’s kind of hard to think about that now with the way your resolve is slowly slipping away. You feel the metaphorical rubber band being stretched to within an inch of its life. Until pop!

The wave of your climax washes over you like a warm blanket. Your keening whine is music to Lloyd’s ears as he holds you tighter when you try and extricate yourself from his grasp. He laps up everything you have to give him and makes obscene sucking and licking noises. Once he lets up on your pussy, he lets your weak body roll to the side on its own. You don’t notice you are crying until he licks away one tear.

He looks down at you as he wipes his mustache clean of your juices. “Every part of you tastes amazing, Mouse. Even your tears. Fuck, that’s so hot I got you crying for me,” he hums, wiping away your tears with a thumb as he lays next to your limp body.

You’re quiet as you lay in your boss’ bed, him having just defiled your body with his tongue. Not knowing what to think, your brain just replays everything trying to find where you went so wrong. Because not only was that an Earth-shattering orgasm but it was given to you by your boss. That kind of thing is frowned upon in most companies. But Lloyd is the CEO, are the rules different? You don’t have the time to keep thinking when Lloyd chimes in.

“Now, Mouse, I’m sure your brain is going a mile a minute. But let me make one thing clear: I am going to need you to come into work dressed just like this from now on. You wear something tight, something that shows off this body, something that I can pull up or down and fuck you in while we’re in the office,” he chuckles as you look over to him with tears in your eyes at your new fate, “We’ll put that into your contract. What do you think? From Personal Assistant to Fuck Toy. That’s a step up, huh?”

You say nothing, content to shed tears and wish that the Earth would open up and swallow you.

“Don’t be so gloomy. At least you got to come, unlike some of us. You can help me with that, can’t you Mouse?” he pleads, as if he didn’t just change your job title to fit your new duties. He unzips his pants, pulling out his thick length and reaching for your hand to wrap around it, “I won’t need much help. I could’ve blown in my pants like a fucking teenager when you came in my mouth.”

You wish his mouth would just fucking stop. You don’t need the commentary. You unenthusiastically jerk him off until he spills rope after rope of jizz painting your hand and his pants. At least he was right, he didn’t need much help. 

“Good fucking job, Mouse,” he gushes, throwing an arm over his brow as he catches his breath, “Can’t wait to take that cunt for a test drive but I can wait until my balls are not so fucking empty. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom.”

You rise and walk into the attached bathroom all without a single thought in your head. You use the toilet, wash your hands, and splash water on your face. You avoid the mirror like the plague.

Coming back to the bedroom, you are greeted by Lloyd lying on his side and crooking a finger at you. You swallow your spit and take a deep breath, moving to join him on the bed. 

Once there, you let him manhandle you in every position he wants. You close your eyes, wishing you were somewhere else. Until he has you on your back. He makes you stare into his eyes as he fucks you like the little puppet you are. When he takes you over the edge again, he doesn’t stop his onslaught until you beg him to stop.

But begging only drives him to go harder. Flesh slapping against flesh painfully until he pushes himself deep within you and stills. Every twitch and spurt felt inside of you like a slap to the face. You’re not on birth control and you fear asking if he is snipped but he speaks up before you can ask.

“I pay you enough to afford the morning-after pill, right?” he asks, his dick softening and sliding out of you.

Fucking asshole. The thought of murder crosses your mind more than once, but you know people might come looking for him. And the thought of having to trade in your freedom for a life behind bars makes you rethink killing this nutcase.

So, instead, you just say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Right. Good. Alright, well it’s not too late for you to go out with your friends. Don’t stay out too late, you have work in the morning. Bright and early, Mouse. I expect you to be there tomorrow,” he remarks, acting like he didn’t just use your body for his sick pleasure, “That means you’re good to go home now, Mouse. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gets off you, climbing off the bed and adjusting himself, pulling you up and escorting you to the front door. He all but pushes you out of the door into the night, as if you were trash. When you get back inside your car, your phone has tons of messages from your friends wondering where you are.

You send a mass text that you weren’t feeling well, and you needed rest. It wasn’t entirely untrue anyway. You make it back home, shedding your clothes as you walk to your bedroom. You pull back the covers and wrap yourself in warmth, willing the events of the night to just go away. But they don’t go away.

The next morning, you shower and dress like Lloyd wants. The looks of your coworkers cause heat to rise to your face. You don’t usually get this type of attention. Or any attention when you think about it. 

When you get to Lloyd’s office, he is sitting behind his desk on a call, and he waves you over. You walk around his desk and see his pants are already unbuttoned and his half-chub is sticking out. You spare yourself the embarrassment of being asked and go right to work on him with your hands. Unsurprised when he puts a hand on the back of your head, you just lower yourself and take him in your mouth.

Little does he know; your head game is strong. And within about three minutes, you have him spasming down your throat. His softening cock is sensitive as you tease him by swirling your tongue around the head. He ends his phone call and holds your face in his hands.

“What’s my soul taste like, Mouse? I’m sure you sucked it right out,” he praises, his dazed eyes focusing on you while he catches his breath.

“If you had a soul, I’m sure it would taste as bitter as your cum,” you snap, uncaring of whether or not he was offended.

“Good point. Watch that pretty mouth, though. My precious feelings might get hurt. And then you might get hurt. So, play nice, Mouse,” he cautions, lightly clapping his hand against your cheek, just hard enough to jerk you out of misbehaving.

“Yes, Sir,” you sass, putting on a fake smile and Lloyd rolls his eyes, shooing you away.

You can do what he says, doesn’t mean you have to make it easy for him in the slightest. And isn’t that the best way to get back at him? Give him everything he wants but with no enthusiasm. Of course, you know this little plan of yours won’t last long. But when you’re faced with a demon like Lloyd Hansen, you’ll take any little victory you can. As few and far between as they may be.

A/N: This got way out of hand. I don’t know what happened. Um, I’m not sorry though. Because I love this and if it ends up being just for me, then so be it.

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sub eren and hair puller y/n because eren is such a whiny little bitch when they’re alone 🥰

yeaaaaah, turn it up!! Slutting out pretty boys is my favorite thing and I will not be normal about this at allll! Bless you nonnie and I’m sorry it took this long to answer this beautiful request.

content warnings: subby eren, handjob, hair pulling, spit play, choking, nipple play, slapping, edging, dom (y/n), use of mama and mentions of pegging 🤭 (he is our bitch in this BAD)

“Oh fuck….ah—haaa, baby! F-feels so—hghhh.”

the pretty, high pitched wails of your producer and artist husband not falling on deaf ears at all as he belted out them out better than any high note you’d ever heard him hit. Those mellifluous moans serving as mere inspiration to continue on your journey to doing all the things to make him tick. Your smaller hands and long nails tracing up and down his chest, slowly circulating his abs..only to find home on his nipples; which you’d gently twist to truly get him shaking. Your legs, coiled tightly around his waist like a snake to prevent him from going anywhere. But you didn’t have that to worry about all too much. Especially with your other fist enclosed around his shaft..slowly stroking that big cock between your fingertips.

“What’s that, sweetheart? Speak up f’r me..use your words, okay?”

cooing to him in a sort of patronizing tone whilst precum emitted from his tip and trickled down your knuckles. Serving as even more lubricant to add to the collection of saliva you were making him spew as you watched his mind go completely dumb and his face go blank. That tattooed chest and chiseled abs heaving with each breath; his entire erect twitching from within your grasp..just waiting to burst. He could barely contain himself right now but you had him exactly where you wanted him..much like he had done you a plethora of times when the roles were reversed. But now, you were going to have your way and enjoy toying with him. Because the opportunity for you to be in control wouldn’t come by often!

“Eren..honey. I know you hear me talking to you. Don’t be rude..”

prompting him to open his eyes with a gentle smack to the cheek..enough to make him alert again. But alas, all you were greeted with were more pathetic moans. His Adam’s apple jumping in his throat and his breathing labored because truthfully, he wanted to come. He wanted to come so badly, he could practically taste it! However, you couldn’t grant his request until he gave you explicit orders to do so. As you told him, using his words would be the only way. But it would seem that you had him frozen in ecstasy; unable to convey his message clearly. “S-sorry! I just..” Exactly the goal you were looking for! All that talk..bragging about how he was such a domineering man that could never be controlled. Only to be crying like a little bitch because you had edged him along for nearly thirty minutes! Hands behind his back, spitting into his mouth only to have him regurgitate it back into your hand..handling him as you saw fit and having your way. “Shhh..it’s alright.” That’s when a grin would break across your face once more and that same set of digits that were once massaging his chest found home in the thick wefts of his shoulder length hair, tugging his head around, causing him to gasp even louder. Oh, if only the world could see him now. Completely helpless and caught in your blissful touch. A submissive headspace. One he didn’t want to come out of. He loved the feeling…the rush he got from being handled by the woman he looked at so delicately and precious any other time. Instead though, you were flicking your tongue around his earlobe; nibbling gently at the flesh as you filled his head with filthy, perverse desires of wanting to truly break him. From telling him how pretty he’d look getting pegged. How much pleasure he’d feel from getting fucked by a toy whilst you jerked him off. The possibilities of the heights you could take him to knew no bounds and by the time you finished, he was panting like a dog in heat, begging for you to do your worst.

“Good boy..now tell mama what you want..”

[satrs]

SAME, i love that man fr 🙈 so what about you give us some geto cock warming, pretty please 🏃‍♀️🚶‍♀️🧎‍♀️🐩

🐥 (Lol i think i request too much but i can't help it 🙈)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ I love you for this 🐥 nonnie om gahhhhd I am so desperate for him I think I might go insane. I’m literally over here doing backflips bro

Now Suguru and cockwarming….

He’s always on high alert when it comes to you and your needs, rushes to your side immediately, and aids you with complete devotion.

But there were times when he questioned his morals - and his behavior towards you. Because the sweet little girl you usually pretended to me sometimes got caught in a crossfire with the dark corners of your mind. Corners where you wished to test the limits of his unconditional love and care.

But you soon realized that you should've kept those thoughts at the back of your mind, preventing the torturous treatment you had to bear.

"I'm always so nice and sweet to you, princess." You squirmed in his hold, unable to move because of his bruising grip against your hips, his cock lodged deep inside of you.

You try to move, earning some kind of friction, feeling full of his thick girth not enough, longing to receive the addicting pleasure he always gave you. Always didn't include now.

"I'm talking to you, princess." An unoccupied hand took your chin in hand, firmly turning your head to face him, piercing dark eyes not leaving yours, expecting an answer. "It's rude to not answer, you know."

You whine, nails digging into his shoulders and your senses on high alert. "Yes, Suguru. Always so good to me. I'm sorry for acting like that, I didn't think about it. Just, please. I need you."

You felt your heart sink at his low chuckle, stern expression now replaced by a menacing smirk, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as silence followed, eyes roaming over your body.

"You are?" You nodd eagerly, eyebrows frowning as you search his for mercy in his eyes, your eyes lighting up in excitement as his grip left your hip, finger now rubbing tight circles on your clit.

He suppressed a moan once your cunt clenched tightly around his length. "You sure?" You nod again, head falling in the crook of his neck, a shacky moan escaping you, carefully rocking your hips against his. "Yes. I'm so sorry. Never gonna act up again, promise."

You cry out in impatience at the loss of contact, eyes widening at the sight of his dark expression. "Don't you dare move, you lying brat."

Movements stopping, you didn't dare to move any further, too scared of what other punishment he had in store for you, apologetic look on your face as you stay silent.

"See where your shit got you now?" Your sorries fell on deaf ears, his attention now fading from you, as he occupied himself on the phone.

"The more you clench or grind that needy cunt down on me, the longer this will take."

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[middleearthpixie]

Hello! ^^ Can you write a first time smut for Lindir x female elf reader? They both fell in love with each other and they take their time exploring each other's bodies. Super soft and gentle, from Lindir's perspective. Please!🙏 Thank you 💙

Hi there, Nonny! I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Moonlight

Summary: You and Lindir consummate your romance…

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Lindir x fem!elf reader

Warning: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k

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A cool breeze wafted gently through the treetops, the rustle of the leafy canopies blending seamlessly with the chirp of crickets and the throaty growls of the frogs that called the various lakes and fountains home. The night sky looked spangled, the sparkling stars looking like diamonds that had been strewn about along a bed of inky black velvet. 

Lindir cupped a hand about a thick white pillar candle, trying to shield it from the wind as he attempted to light it. It took several tries, but finally, the wick caught and held long enough for him to slip the glass cylinder over it to protect it from the wind. He set it on the low, white stone wall that ringed the small courtyard just off his chambers, where it joined nearly a dozen of its brethren, their small golden flames flickering every now and then, but their dance did not include bending to the wind or succumbing to it, thankfully.

His gut churned with a nervousness he’d not felt in what seemed like a lifetime. He could not recall the last time his stomach was in such knots, which was silly, really. You had been a couple for a while now, and saw one another on a daily basis. You’d shared a few kisses, but that was all.

Until this night. 

He looked over at the large fleecy blanket spread out across the lush green grass. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket to the side. Two goblets stood beside said bucket, just waiting to be filled. He’d set out the candles.

Now, he waited.

Then, he heard your steps on the grass and smiled even as his heart sped up. Even as his mouth went drier than it had ever been. Even as those knots instead became butterflies and without even seeing you yet, his blood seemed to rush warmer through his veins.

“Oh, how lovely.”

His heart skipped a beat as you came into the courtyard by way of the gate. The moonlight shone silver upon you and he knew he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you were right then. “I thought the candles might be a bit too much. Are they?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.” 

You crossed over to where he stood, stopping before him to smile. “I think they look lovely.”

“Good. I was a bit… nervous. I should hate to have to explain to Lord Elrond how and why I burned down the whole of Rivendell.”

“What would you tell him?”

He reached for you, catching your hand in his, and drew you into his arms. “I’d blame you.”

“He would never believe it.”

“Never say never. I can be quite convincing when need be.”

You gazed up at him. “I’m a bit nervous, I confess.”

“You needn’t be,” he assured you. “But, if you’d rather not tonight, we can always—”

“No, I didn't say that,” you were quick to reply. “I am just being silly.”

“Would it help if I was to ask for your hand first?” A hint of teasing wound into his smooth, low voice. “That way you’d know I am not going to disappear on you come sunrise.”

“Lindir! What a thing to say. Do you think that is what I’m thinking?”

“I hope not. But, just in case. Will you marry me?”

“You know the answer is yes.”

“Very well. Now you have no reason to fear, my darling. You have said yes and you are not forever stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” you replied dryly, trying, but failing, to look utterly serious, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

“Liar.” He leaned in to sweep your lips with his. He’d meant it to be but a gentle, innocent kiss, but the moment he felt your soft lips against his, he had no choice but to press his a bit harder to yours. 

You melted against him, parting your lips and he released a hand to slip his arm about your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your firm breasts pressed against his chest, heating his blood as it slowly changed course in his veins, tightening every fiber, every sinew and tendon, as he responded to just that pressure. 

You wound your arms about his neck, welcoming the silken soft stroke of his tongue along yours. His kiss deepened, and when you traced your fingernails lightly along the back of his neck, he shivered against you and sighed heavily into your mouth. 

He could resist temptation no longer, the hand he’d splayed across your back sliding down to curve against your backside. He cupped a cheek, pulled you firmly against him, and it was your turn to sigh as that telltale bulge of his erection ground into you to create an altogether new and delicious ache deep inside. 

His hand slid up, the other one joining it at your shoulders, where his nimble fingers made quick work of the row of tiny buttons that trailed from the neckline of your gown almost to the small of your back. The fabric parted, the cool breeze skittering across your bare skin as he skimmed his hands outward and the material poured from you to pool at your feet.

You stood naked before him and he almost moaned aloud at the sight—at the high, proud breasts with their already-beading nipples, the curve of your waist and the slope of your hips. Just the sight of you was enough to make his blood scorch through his veins as it flowed south now, his manhood responding to give him away, should you lower your gaze.

But you didn’t. You held his and that served only to fire his lust further. Without shyness or hesitation, he let his gaze roam over you and smiled as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then you caught your bottom lip between your teeth when he reached out to cup your left breast. He was so gentle, his fingers dancing along the delicate skin, his thumb slipping lightly about your nipple, which tightened even further beneath his touch.

His fingers tightened about that breast, kneaded it gently, and then leaned in to sweep his lips down along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow easier access, and his kisses came softly hot against your increasingly sensitive skin. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing nip, and soothed that with a flick of his tongue. 

His thumb slipped about your nipple again, then caught it between thumb and forefinger to roll until you gasped. It was amazing to see how tight it beaded beneath his touch, how you responded when he gave a gentle tug, and when he leaned over to take it in his mouth? You shoved a hand into his hair, twisted your fingers into the length, and gave a tug that sent a sharp zing across his scalp. But that only heightened his arousal for you, only made him want to explore you further, to see what else would make you pull his hair and arch hard against him.

He took his time, let his lips caress each delectable inch of you as slowly as he could, which was no easy feat, as the very sight of you, the scent of you, the feel of you—warm and soft—against him was enough to drive him mad with desire. But, he wanted you to feel that same fairy desire, wanted you to ache for him the way he did for you. This was not only your first time with him, but your first time ever, and he wanted it to be as magical for you as he could make it.

He caught you in his arms, maneuvered you onto the soft blanket, and came over you gently. His lips found yours, his kiss hot and teasing and slow and he fought back a sigh as your lips parted and he slid his tongue along yours again. You tasted of sweet strawberries and he took his time exploring your mouth, drawing your tongue back into his own to savor that heady sweetness for himself.

He swept his lips down over your chin, down the front of your neck, which bowed as he caressed the sensitive flesh. He continued down, moving slowly along you body, kissing his way along your creamy soft skin, burnished ivory in the candlelight, his lips smoking a path along the inner curve of the breast he’d been teasing. With each sigh that wafted to your lips, each hitch of your breath, he grew bolder. Your body fascinated him, so soft and curvy, and as he kissed his way down, he sank to his knees before you. A hint of wildflowers and musk floated up to tease his senses. Your scent. Yours and yours alone. 

“My love,” he breathed, drawing back to gaze down at you, at the way your hair glinted in the moonlight, fanned out beneath you. Your eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, your lips full and pouty from his kisses. “You have no idea how often I’ve envisioned this moment.”

“Do tell,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering against the pale expanse of your cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed of it. Of you. Lying just as you are now, bathed in silvery moonlight, a temptress amongst women.”

Heat crept into your cheeks even as you smiled. “You do have a golden tongue, my love, know you this?”

“I speak only the truth,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail lightly along the rise of your left breast. You sucked in a sharp breath, and he repeated the motion, smiling as he held your gaze even as he cupped your breast, slid his thumb harder about that aching bead, then worked down along the curve of your waist, over the rise of your hip. Each caress left you more languid than the one before it. Each one had you pressing your thighs together because the sensations offered up a hint of relief from the maddening tightness of arousal. You wanted to grab his hand, to guide it to that ache between your legs, but hesitated. What if he thought you wanton for aching to be touched there? What if he found you too brazen for wanting that arousal sated?

So, you bit down on your bottom lip as he continued his leisurely exploration of your body, as he moved slowly down along your thigh, over the back of it, to that sensitives patch just behind your knee. You couldn't help your sigh, which made him smile and switch direction, now skimming long the back of your calf. Up toward your backside. Over the rise of that cheek. Back down. You shivered against him, which spurred him on even further. As he drew closer to those curls at the apex of your thighs, he looked up and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, a hand curving against his cheek as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

He winked then, and moved lower, his lips following in the path of his fingers—thigh, knee, calf—each kiss followed by a hot, teasing swirl of his tongue. 

He moved over your thigh and you bit down harder on your lip now. You ached with wanting him, the achy tightness between your legs growing damper with each caress. Everything inside you hummed with the need for him to quench the fires he sparked to life.

Your soft mewl didn't pass unnoticed and it took every bit of will he had to keep moving slowly. He felt your dampness. The scent of your arousal grew stronger still, as if trying to guide him to where you wanted him to be. 

He followed that guide, leaning in to graze your inner thigh with a teasing kiss. Your legs parted of their own and he almost signed at the heavy musky scent that filled his nose. Wildflowers. Honey. The most enticing of perfumes greeted him, welcomed him.

Lured him in.

He bent to you, his nose brushing the damp curls between your thighs. Fire swirled through him at the soft gasp that reached his ears when he slipped a fingertip into that wet heat. Slick. Hot. Enticing. He ached for a taste and so bent to you to slip the tip of his tongue into your folds, tracing along the curve of that satiny bead nestled within them. Your hand sank into his hair, spurring him on, encouraging him to caress you slowly, increasing the pressure against you as you sighed and moaned beneath him. 

Your hips moved with him, and he responded by flicking the tip of his tongue over that silken pearl, and when you grew wetter still, he let his fingers slip through that slick, stroking toward your opening. You moaned softly again as he eased his finger inside you, teasing you, caressing you inside and out, as you quivered around him. You thrust your fingers into his hair once more, twisting even harder now, your hips rolling slowly toward him to meet each caress. He was in no hurry, savoring every moan that bubbled to your lips, every drop of arousal that clung to his tongue, and he knew you grew close to your release in the way you moved with him. 

“Lindir…” Your breathless whisper rose into the gilded darkness. You trembled against him, your fingers twisting harder now, your breath rapid as you arched to meet each slow, teasing thrust of his tongue. He laved along that delicate pearl, gentle at first, but as you whispered “Yes…” he licked harder. Faster. He slipped his fingers into your slick, and when he found what he sought, he slid a finger inside you and smiled as you tightened around it. You sank against him as he continued his onslaught, stroking until he found that small swelling along your front wall and teased it as you pulsed around him.

“Lindir!” You shattered, your release as sweet as your arousal and he was relentless in his caresses as you throbbed around him, trembling and pleading with him to not stop. As if he would. Your cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears and while he ached to find his own relief, he was in no hurry to end yours, either.

He slipped his finger free as you stilled against him and when you sank to your knees to meet his gaze, you whispered, “My turn,” and offered up a smile that turned his knees to jelly.

A hand pressed into his chest urged him onto his back on the soft blanket and he smiled as you straddled his hips and caught his hands in yours before pinning them to the blanket on either side of his head. 

Your lips claimed his and as you deepened your kiss, you slid your hands free to catch his tunic by its hem. You shoved upwards, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisk it over his head and then, when you came flush against him, he couldn’t hold back his moan. Your breasts, with those rosy beaded nipples, pressed into his skin, made the ache twisting his insides even worse. Your heat beckoned him, his hips rising to meet it, the pressure offering a bit of relief, but not nearly enough. 

His eyes closed as you moved down along him, trailing kisses over the smooth, warm skin his bared chest, and when you swirled your tongue along his left nipple, it was almost his undoing. He had no idea how sensitive his own were until then, and his entire body ached with the need to be inside yours, to feel that wet heat tight about him. 

Your hair spilled across his chest, warm and silken, and he buried his hands in it, let the gossamer strands caress him as you did. His head spun from the slow, teasing kisses you rained down over his belly, to the waist of his trousers.

Then you looked up and smiled as you unfastened them. As you gripped them. As you tugged them down and he sprang free from them, hard and proud and begging for your attention. 

Your name rose to his lips as you bent over and your lips closed about him. Your tongue moved slowly up from his base to his tip, your lips teased where your tongue did not, and when you gave a gentle pull…

He twisted his fingers in your hair as ever fiber in his body tensed, as the need for release tightened about him like a powerful fist, squeezing and pulsing with each stroke, with each teasing pull. White lights danced before him, and when you traced your fingernails along his sides? His moan rose like a mist into the air. His hips rose to meet each caress. The ache inside him grew stronger and more demanding and he had to force his eyes open as he gazed up at you. “Please… I need you…”

You pulled away, a look of utter satisfaction on your face as you whispered, “Need me for what?”

He smiled. “I think you know, love.”

He came up then, his lips seizing yours, his chest pressing into yours to urge you onto your back once more and as you obliged, your legs parted to let his hips settle between them. 

You felt the silken steel of his erect member slip into your folds, slide along your aching, overly sensitive flesh, and you shivered beneath him as he moaned above you. You teetered on the precipice. There was no going back now.

He caught your lips in a lingering kiss and you felt the gentle probe as he positioned himself. You were so tight about him, the resistance greater than he’d thought it would be. He drew in a deep breath and thrust, and you cried out at the brief sting of his breeching you. Then he went still, and you whispered, “What is it?”

“I love you,” he whispered back, then began moving inside you, each thrust slow and controlled, and little by little, the stinging ebbed and only pleasure remained. 

And what pleasure it was! It swelled within you both, fiery and hot and sweet, and with each thrust, that pleasure grew. It engulfed both of you, driving you both closer to the edge of madness. 

Your heat fed his. His fed yours. He surged harder now, tensing as his climax took root. It began in the soles of his feet and worked its way up like a rolling wave of thunder, and all he saw was you, your eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed. You were close. He felt it in the way you tightened about him, the way you pulled him deeper still and throbbed around him once more. 

Everything inside him tightened. Twisted. Threatened to drive him insane as his climax bore down upon him. He couldn’t put it off, had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable as you squeezed him with a powerful rhythm and your fingernails dug into his chest. You tensed about him. 

He twisted his fists into the blanket beneath you, arched hard, and climaxed with a blazing fury that had him moaning and shuddering above you, that had him going rigid from the force of spilling hard inside you and you eagerly accepted it, pulsing and throbbing around him. You clung to him, your fingernails digging deep into his back. Your surrender met his and as he sank against you, you wrapped him in your arms as if you would never let him go. 

You fought for breath, as did he, and you held him as he trembled against you. Smoothing his hair away from his temple, you murmured, “I do love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too…”

“I think we should do this again.” 

You smiled as he lifted his head to stare at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Well, perhaps we should wait a few minutes,” you amended. “At least my head clears. I might faint otherwise.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I thought so.” You tightened your arms about him, and it all just felt so perfect, so right. You were where you belonged and you were not about to let him go. Not ever, if possible. No moment had ever been so perfect, as the one you shared with him in the moonlight on the most romantic night of your life. 

[thisismeracing]

OUR BABY ANGIE | MS47

Pairing: mick schumacher x fem!reader (she/her)

Warnings: mentions of long-distance relationships; not proofread; tooth-rotting fluff.

Word count: 1k

A/n: This was written per this request. Nonny, I'm sorry for taking forever to answer you, honey! I hope you guys like it, let me know your thoughts 💜

my masterlist and my taglist * requests are open!

When you started dating Mick you knew half of your relationship would be long-distance, not only because of his racing weeks but also because you always found yourself super busy with school and work. As the saying goes, it takes two to tango, and well, didn't Mick decide he was the best dancer in the world?!

He did.

Mick Schumacher was not only the dancer figuratively speaking, but he also made sure the music would be there, and that the band would play as you two went.

It felt great to have him as a partner, to share the good and the bad of life and not be afraid of judgment. To Mick, it felt exactly the same, except although your relationship was, to some extent, new, he knew you were there to stay, or at least that he would make sure you stayed as long as possible because life after you made his heart squeeze in sadness. Everyone from his personal life loved you and loved your connection, his mom would ask about you, his sister always talked with you, and his friends would share how happier he seemed whenever you were around or the subject of a conversation,

And then there was Angie, Angie was obsessed with you, she would wiggle her tail excitedly every time she heard your name or your voice, and she went as far as stealing a pair of clothing of yours from Mick's closet to sleep with it in her little dog bed.

That was one of the reasons why Mick thought it would be a good idea to ask you to watch her during this racing week. You loved her and she loved you and he was well aware of how lonely you could get studying non-stop and getting home to an empty apartment. It was joining the useful to the pleasant, everyone would be happy.

When Mick asked if you were okay to stay with his dog for a week while he was away you were surprised and flattered because that meant he trusted you to watch over something he loved and cherish deeply. He trusted you with Angie, it is not the same as when someone lets you borrow a car or a bike, it was a dog.

His dog.

His precious dog.

It was Angie.

And you loved Angie so of course you loved the idea of having her around. When Mick left, after making sure to remind you of her diet, and the little habits you were still getting used to, Angie curled herself on your side and just chilled with one of her toys while you took notes to get ahead for an important class.

Things went smoothly during the week. She would make sure to stay around you, and sometimes it felt like she was watching you and not the other way around. You two would go for walks before you left to work and then when you got home from uni. You would eat together, her little bowl of dog food close to you while you were seating on the sofa or sometimes even on the ground beside her. Your bond just got stronger and you were starting to wish to have her around all the time. It was common to see her when Mick was around, but it wasn't the same as getting home to her or seeing her happy wiggle when you gave her a treat or let her run in the park.

When Mick got home you were laying on the sofa watching a movie after a stressful college day. Angie was laying right beside you, her little head resting on your belly while you scratched mindlessly behind her ears and ran your fingers through her soft fur.

You were almost sleeping when you heard the keys jiggling and the door opening. Angie was already at the door, tail excitedly wiggling for her best friend. Mick got in and dropped his luggage at the entrance before crouching down to pet and hug her.

It felt domestic whenever he decided to come straight to you from the airport instead of going to his own house. It felt like your home was his home, and you loved that. Having Angie around now only amplified the feeling.

"Hi, my angel!! I've missed you too!!" Mick scratched her ears while she tried to lick all over his face, "How was it staying with mommy this time? Did she you enough treats? Did she spoil you, Angie?"

You froze on your spot. Mick had just referred to you as Angie's mom. The mom of his dog to whom he was the dad. And you were the mom.

Your heart rate picked up and everything just combined: how much you missed him, how he was always the best boyfriend you've ever had, how he trusted you, and now, how he saw a future with you, how serious he was about it. You felt almost like crying.

"Hey, meine Liebe," you were so lost in your thoughts you did not see when Mick approached you. A huge grin on his face.

"Hi, babe," you managed to answer while getting up to hug him close to you. His arms circled your waist and smashed your bodies together.

"I've missed you so much," he breathes, distancing himself just enough to find your lips with his in a passionate and longing kiss.

"I've missed you too," you whispered, hands on his shoulders for support.

Mick didn't miss a beat before laying both of you on the couch, your body propped on top of his, his hands imprinting themselves around you.

"Did you refer to me as Angie's mom?" you blurted anxiously after some minutes of silence, too many feelings to be kept inside.

Mick studied your face for a beat, his fingers caressing your jaw and chin, "I-I did, I'm sorry if it-"

"No, no need to be sorry. I'm Angie's mom, she's my baby," you happily exclaimed and Mick chuckled.

"She's our baby," he corrected pecking your lips.

"I love you," it was a whisper, but he was watching your lips and he saw the exact second it scaped between them.

"I love you," he repeated and you kissed him one more time before making space for Angie to cuddle you two on the couch.

You couldn't be happier.

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

I’m so sorry if this question is ignorant or stupid I really just want to understand so I can become educated. When someone is asexual would they still gain something from reading explicit fic scenes? Again sorry if I’m ignorant

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

SO SORRY it took so long to reply to this one... Kind of started and then it got forgotten, and I am sorry for that. No better time than Ace Awareness Week to help you understand!!

So, short answer to your question, is YES, SOME aces do, whether to facilitate in self-pleasure, or because seeing their faves happy, or as placeholders because some aces take pleasure-by-proxy, or a variety of other reasons, it just simply makes some of us happy. You'd be surprised how many of those smutty authors are actually ace themselves. It's one of those funny misconceptions that aces are all woobie-uwu-innocent-pure-thoughts-only magical creatures, and I'm here to shatter that illusion... Aces are some of the smuttiest-minded people you will ever meet. Why, I have no idea, maybe it's because we don't fantasize about sex the same way allos do that we can come up with increasingly hornier ideas? LOL No idea.

The thing about asexuality is that it's a HUGE spectrum, and no one ace is exactly the same. A sex-negative ace might get something out of reading smut because it's not involving them. Or they might not at all. Same with sex-positive/neutral aces. It's ALL a matter of what makes us tick.

BUT here's where I go into my LONG answer, and get you REALLY into the Ace Lore™.

I want to introduce you to the microlabel of Aegosexuality (formerly autochorisexuality), which is a term that loosely translates to "sexuality with oneself". The expanded definition, from the Sexuality Wiki, bolding is mine:

It is [...] a disconnect between oneself and a sexual target/object of arousal; may involve sexual fantasies or arousal in response to erotica or pornography, but lacks desire to be an actual participant in the sexual activities therein.

Aegosexuals are known to:

Become aroused by sexual content (at times) without wanting to personally engage in sexual activities.

Masturbate, but feel neutral or repulsed by the idea of having sex with another person.

Fantasize about sex (with varying frequency), but envision people other than themselves, and/or view it in third person, as if watching it on TV, instead of imagining it in the first person, through their own eyes.

Predominantly—or exclusively—fantasize about fictional characters or celebrities in place of people they know personally.

Identify as asexual, feeling little-to-no sexual attraction to people though enjoy masturbating (with varying frequency), are aroused by sexually explicit content, and/or fantasizing of such.

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Basically, smut turns them on, but some aces don't want to engage in the smut for-reals. This microlabel makes it ESPECIALLY confusing for newly-figured-out-aces because there hasn't been a lot of information about asexuality's huge spectrum until recently. Aegosexuals can initially believe that they AREN'T ace, BECAUSE they get turned on by porn or smutty stories, but then they're SUPER confused because the idea of having sex themselves is appalling or undesirable. It's a bizarre contradiction, understandably, to outsiders, but it makes COMPLETE sense once an ace figures this out, I promise you.

This is the microlabel I myself fall under. It's not from any trauma or past problems or medical issues. It's just me. That's it. And because of the confusion that this sexuality can bring, it often takes us a LOT longer to have ourselves figured out. For me, it was an accidental stumbling upon the "autochorisexual" label (before it became Aegosexual) and reading up on it that EVERYTHING fell into place. Before that, I thought I was maybe demisexual. After learning about it, I felt okay FINALLY calling myself ace, that I finally found the "right fit" for me. It was the piece of the puzzle that I was missing. I felt really liberated of my self-doubt after that.

And, of course, aros have their version as well called Aegoromantic, which is exactly the same but in a romantic sense.

Here are some more resources for Aegosexuality, if you'd like to learn more about this lesser-known branch on the spectrum:

What Does It Mean to Be Aegosexual? (Cosmopolitan US || November 24, 2022)

WHAT IS AEGOSEXUAL? MEANING, HISTORY, AND USAGE. (Gayety.co ||July 11, 2022)

History of Aegosexuality (The Michigan Gayly || February 1, 2021)

EVERYTHING YOU NEED TOO KNOW ABOUT AEGOSEXUALITY (Live Love LGBTQ+ Blog || October 27, 2017)

VIDEO: 5 Signs You Might Be Aegosexual (Lynn Saga, YouTube || August 6, 2022 || 6m20s)

VIDEO: What is Aegosexuality? | Aspec 101 (Slice Of Ace, YouTube || July 15, 2022 || 3m54s)

VIDEO: Asexual Identities: Aegosexuality (Ace Dad Advice, YouTube || May 22, 2022 || 12m27s)

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AGAIN, I'm SO sorry I put this ask off for SO long, but I'm glad that I did, so that I could educate you guys on my brand of Asexuality during Ace Awareness Week!

And, finally, no offence taken at ALL! I LOVE educating y'all about stuff I learned through my journey, and you were very respectful in your ask :)

Hope you are well, Nonny, and hope you're still here to see this 🖤💜

[ifangirlalot]

Hi! Can you do 10, protective with Richie tozier or Boris pavlikovsky X male! Reader?

(also can I be 🏳️‍⚧️anon?)

╭─────────────────────────.★..─╮ (\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ╭・🎈 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ━O━O━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ・:。𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝! 「 ✉️ 」・:三 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╭┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╮ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘙𝘌: protective ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛: "how long has it been since you've eaten?" ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎: richie tozier x male!reader ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋: 🏳️‍⚧️ nonnie ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎(𝘚): reader has an eating problem (can be assumed to be an ED, but doesn't have to be ｡˚ ⋆ ╰┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╯ ╰─..★.─────────────────────────╯

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Richie Tozier was not an observant guy. At least, not usually. He could probably walk right through a tornado and not have the foggiest idea until it was too late. But that all changed when it came to his loved ones. For instance, he was well aware that his boyfriend [Name] had issues with eating. He had first noticed during lunch at school one day. [Name] was just pushing the food around his tray with his fork, not eating it, just sort of.. rearranging it so that it looked like he had been. In fact, that was what he was doing now. His fork swirled different patterns into his food, but Richie noticed that not one single bit of it made its way to his mouth. "How long has it been since you've eaten?" Richie asked quietly, not taking his eyes off his pretty boy. Surprised, [Name] dropped his fork. "Sorry, what?" "How long has it been since you've eaten?" Richie repeated, slower this time. He fully expected a lie. He didn't get one, but [Name] didn't answer, which told him everything he needed to know. Richie nodded his head, pursing his lips slightly. "Thought so... Okay, I've got a proposition. How about we eat together, yeah? You take a bit of your food, it doesn't have to be a big, giant bite of nothin' like that, just a little one. And when you swallow it and show me you did, I'll give you a kiss." And this new technique worked wonders. [Name] took a small spoonful of food into his mouth and Richie watched with pride and adoration as he chewed and slowly swallowed. [Name] opened his mouth to show Richie he had swallowed and Richie smiled and leaned forward to peck his boyfriend's lips. "There now, see? So good. 'M so proud of you, baby. Okay, can you give me just a few more bites, please?"

[azulock]

Heyy hows your day/night been??

I saw your looking for reqs so i just thought why not?? and decided to req something for yolos. Also im not really used to sending in requests so i hope im saying the right things.

I was wondering if you could do like a headcanon of the bllk characters (your choice) with fem!reader when they see a familiar face. Like a previous one night stand ykwim?? But then that was like one of their most special moments or something like that.. SORRY im really bad at explaining but if you refer to the song 'A Night to Remember' by laufey and bea it might make it easier to understand..

if this request is way too hard to write about or uncomfortable for you, feel free to ignore it !! i just thought itd be a new idea:))

TY!!

Sorry for the time it took nonnie, this was a little hard for me to tackle, and you are totally fine sweetie, it's ok <3 This isn't much but I hope it is what you wanted, or at least matches a bit!

Kunigami

The one who doesn't wanna talk about it, he is over the whole thing of course but he feels bad for even remembering. It's not that he felt desire when he saw the person but the sense of nostalgia feels wrong for him. He feels like it shouldn't even cross his mind, really, so it feels to him like a betrayal of sorts. If you don't notice he lets it go, might mope a little bit but ends pretty quickly. But if you catch on and ask him he will tell you what's bothering him but will try to talk as little as possible.

Shidou

The one who will openly talk about it, no problem what so ever. There is a chance he wouldn't even notice the person, to be honest, but if he does, he really doesn't care that much, thinking of the past isn't for him. He doesn't consider talking about the past a problem and doesn't think that remembering something that was good is any type of betrayal. So long as he isn't desiring the person it's fine. If you ask he won't have a problem about telling you but he also might not think it could upset you. It doesn't come from a bad place, he is just blunt.

Nagi

Chances are he won't notice the person, no matter how good it was he isn't one to notice things or people unless they are straight up in front of him. But if he does notice he will probably take a while to actually remember, he'll feel like he should remember and it'll take a while for his brain to catch up. Just shows you that he doesn't care, sure it was great, but he has something else now, thinking of the past is a hassle. If you notice, he'll tell you what he is thinking about, might hesitate though, thinking that your reaction could be troublesome.

Reo

Another one who won't want to talk about it and feels bad for even noticing the person in first place, and remembering what they had as that good when he has you makes him feel a bit sick with himself. Really does make his insecurities flare up, the feeling that if he is even thinking about the past he isn't being a good boyfriend to you. Will try to compensate his anxieties by being an extra good boyfriend, which could alert you. If you ask him seriously he will answer, he's gonna tell you about it and be all apologetic as he does.

Oliver

Ok so Oliver is a special case, if he is still a trash bag, oh well, this isn't gonna go over well at all. But if he has matured over his slut era at this point, he won't care. He will laugh about it even. He's gonna remember, sure, but in that weird way where you feel like your past was so different that it's alien to you. Wouldn't have a problem telling you about it but will also say that it feels like a lifetime away from him. It will probably just work to leave him struck with the notion of how different he was before to what he is at the moment.