#sweet reader

[jewbeloved]

This was a fun little idea that came to mind

What about Stan and Kyle (separately) with a motherly like girlfriend? Like she's super kind and sweet, always taking care of her boyfriend. But she's also a Mama bear and can be super protective whether it's him getting into a fight or being sick

Thank you <3

Stan and Kyle with a motherly s/o💖💖

Warnings: None

Gender: Female

💙 Stan Marsh 🍼

Legit, every time he comes home from school you're always waiting by his door to greet him while holding some snacks and treats you made for him.

If you ask me, I don't think Stan has ever seen or been with anybody that is this generous and kind to him.

He really admires your talents and hard work you do for him.

Whenever his parents and sister aren't home, you both always hangout together. You always made sure that he was eating healthy and took care of his chores for him.

Oh my god, he loves your cooking!!!

He will eat anything you make him! Cookies, cake, donuts, pie, soup, pancakes, waffles, and etc.

He probably also talks to Kyle about you all the time.

Whenever you gave other people snacks that you made, Stan might get a little bit jealous because he always wanted to be the first to try whatever you make.

You're also very protective of Stan as well.

You always make sure that he doesn't get in a fight or hurt at all.

You also always show up and shoo away the 6th graders whenever they're bothering him or his friends.

Maybe the world isn't as shitty as he thought it would <3💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🧃

AHHHHHHH CUTENESS OVERLOAD IS GOING TO BE ON A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL NOW!💖💖💖💖💖💖

Legit, Kyle admires you way more than Stan does. The first time you guys both met, it couldn't even believe it himself but he had latched onto you ever since.

Dating you is like he has found the key to comfort and happiness, like he has finally escaped all of the negative impacts around him whenever he was with you.

Every time he sees you he just wants to give you a big hug 🥰🥰 hugging you is one of his love languages! You're so soft like a pillow whenever he hugs you!

You literally become a whole killing machine when it comes to protecting Kyle from danger.

He might have to hold you back before you hurt anybody.

He also loves your cooking as well, he might even cook something for you in return. He 100% uses a cook book though.

You're always so sweet and generous, it honestly makes him want to pepper your face with kisses to show his love for you as well.

He also likes it whenever you defend him from Cartman ripping on him for being a Jew.

"What's wrong with Kyle being a Jew fatass?"

"What do you mean what's wrong?! Jews are also classified as sinners you know, the jewish population should be dying out by now"

"They can only die out if they stop reproducing you fucking idiot!" You pulled Kyle towards you as you hissed at Cartman.

Kyle is so lucky to have you💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

A...B...C...D...E...F...GUN!

[okamirayne]

Hi Rayne ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

So...erm. I may be reading too much from a meme. But I just saw the writing meme you reblogged about coming out of a writing slump (not belittling your burnout btw (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥⋆) ) at 'stupid o'clock' hours (haha, i always loved term Shikamaru uses in BtB) and was just wondering and hoping that maybe you were writing again??

((PLEASE ignore this if it's triggering.))

But if you're still struggling please accept my apology and loads of tea and love and know that I'm wishing you the best ALWAYS.

(´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

Wispy ♡♡♡ xx

Aww 🥰 Heya Wispy!

Firstly, super cute emoticons 😍

Secondly, thank you so much for such a sweet message. I can feel your care, sensitivity, and caution there, and just want to let you know that you’re a darling, and not to worry at all for asking me. 💜💜

Thirdly…your question…

[…] and was just wondering and hoping that maybe you were writing again??

Erm….

Does this answer your question, sweetie?? 😅😅😅 😘💕

[a-lil-boy-from-a-daydream]

“The Way You Make Me Feel”

1987

I was giggling and watching movies with someone who I actually felt was a good guy. Michael. I was giggling like a school girl when he jumped a bit from the movie we were watching. “Scaredy cat~!” I tease out. He giggles before I start tickling his palm. “Stooop!!” He squeals as I laugh. By the end of the tickle fest, the movie was almost over. “My back hurts” he says. I smile. “My face hurts” I add. I lay down on the couch and he falls on top of me. He was so invested in the movie again. I looked at his pretty skin and beautiful face. I smile to myself before he looks up and notices my dorky haze. “What?” He says. I pet his head and play with every curl. “Stop 😭” I giggle at his voice. “Your voice is beautiful-“ the movie stopped and ended. “So is your skin-“ I start tracing my fingers over his lovely face. “And so if your pretty face” I say squeezing his cheek. “Cheek pincher!” He squeals before squirming around. “Jackson-“ *worm noises* “HEHE” “JACKSON-“

[that-sarcastic-writer]

I hope both of your pillows sides are cold that your charger works at every single angle and that your never stub your toe because that single dad!leon au series that you have blessed us with is just chefs kiss

Sjsjsjjshs my pillows were in fact very cold last night so thank you very much. I'm really glad yall are enjoying dad Leon, i know I am

[crazy4myself]

hey!! 😚@crazy4myself I recently just download tumblr and came across your No Harm List ff💜 i have binge read the entire series and i'm LOVING THIS SM!! I swear this is one of the top bangtan FF i've read🥹 I love how you crafted y/n and bts characters, the details you went into about their emotions and mindset after each hiccups/problems with black tips are insane! Please update soon🥺Can't wait for more and please take care of urself❣️ #No Harm List

Omg thank you so much this is so so sweet!!! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the story so much. I am actually in the process of modifying and updating the story at the moment but I hope you love the new version as much and stick around to the end!!! Hope you’re thriving!!!

[aspenwritesstuff]

COULD I PLEASE BE ADDED TO THE LEFT OF US TAGLIST <3

Of course, sweetpea. ❤️ Thank you for expressing an interest in this fic before I’ve even posted the first chapter. It means so much to me, I could cry.

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.

[sweetnothingtm]

simon riley who’s obsessed with a camgirl.

simon riley who has his card memorized so he can endlessly tip you with little messages of praise.

good girl. what a good dirty whore. that’s it, smile for daddy. finished so soon? i won’t ask twice - again, princess. wish i could fuck those little plump lips. nasty little slut.

simon riley who’s your top viewer and spends thousands of dollars donating you gifts.

simon riley who jerks himself off to saved videos of you smiling sweetly as you dip your hand in between your thighs.

simon riley, who bought you special lingerie for Valentine’s Day just to see you cum over and over and over in the tight red lace.

simon riley - pussy whipped for a girl who’s never met him but who he’s destined to ruin with all his dirty little fantasies.

damn my bad I’ll stop…

[m-ayo-o]

Toji's hand grips the back your neck when you take his dick in your mouth. You slip your lips over the big, leaky head then down his thick shaft as far as you can go-

"nhh--" you gag on him, and repeat.

You can hear him sucking his breath through his teeth and his hand is starting to squeeze you tighter.

And that's when you hear him pant out his instructions-

"Slower... fuck, slow down baby-"

You're surprised to say the least, but you obey and look up at him to see a blush over his cheeks. The look on his face makes you moan and he has to bite his lip to maintain any semblance of composure.

But you're too good.

His head tips back and he releases his lip with a symphony of hot, breathy moans, your name mixed in between, and you realise...

You have made a mess of Toji Fushiguro.

[sunsetsimon]

more random simon headcanons <3

☼ his favorite colors are black, blue, and grey. his personal style is very plain, black hoodies, white tee's, and black sweatpants are his go to. simon doesn't want to stand out any more than he already does with his large frame, so he opts for comfort over style.

☼ simon is very helpful around the house, constantly tidying up and fixing anything with a problem. he has no issue doing the dishes or folding the laundry, but for some reason he hates sweeping and mopping? you don't get it, it's not an intense or demanding chore, but simon claims that "it's too boring" and he'd rather trade something else with you. it becomes an agreement for him to do most things in the room, and then you come in after to finish with a quick sweep and mop.

☼ he's extremely low maintenance. he always buys the cheapest products he sees, opting for a basic body wash and 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner. when you first started dating, he didn't even own a proper face wash, using the bar of soap from his shower. simon isn't the type to have a whole routine, but he does pay more attention to the things he purchases so he can impress you with a new scented body wash or a moisturizer you'd mentioned.

one of his favorite gifts to ever receive from you is a bottle of cologne, loving the way you're drawn to him every time he gives himself a spritz. now every christmas he asks you to get him a new one that you'd like him to wear!

☼ cannot handle spice for the life of him. we all know that foods in the UK are usually seasoned with just salt and pepper, and not commonly spicy, so he's sensitive to it. something you may consider mild will have him breaking into a sweat and chugging down a bottle of water to ease some of the burn. his cheeks get flushed red and he just shakes his head in pain, reminding himself to never trust you when you say "oh it's not that spicy!" ever again.

☼ he has the lowest screen time, averaging about 20-30 minutes a day, and that time is spent either texting/calling you, taking photos of you, looking through photos of you, or making lists for you. the only extra app he has downloaded is goodreads, and even then you were the one that downloaded it and created his account. his passcode is set as your birthday too of course.

he's a little obsessed.

[xxsabitoxx]

Yuta is sick of you getting injured, so he decides to take matters into his own hands…

Yuta, fucking you with the intent of getting you pregnant so you have to stop being a sorcerer for a long while. All because he can’t stand to see you keep getting injured because of your strenuous curse technique.

Yuta who has you nearly bent in half, hands gripping the back of your knees with such ferocity that you’re sure there will be nail indents left behind.

Yuta who has your knees nearly touching your chest, his full body weight on top of you as his hips piston in and out of your sopping cunt.

Yuta who is babbling nearly incoherently about how this will keep you safe, that you’ll be such a good mommy, that you’ll never have to worry about getting injured ever again.

Yuta, who only whimpers in return when you babble the same sort of nonsense, begging him to make you a mommy.

Yuta, who’s coming inside of you in record time, not daring to pull out after and not even thinking about setting your legs down. Mumbling about how he needs to make sure all of it stays inside.

[suguru-getos]

Imagine you have a four year old daughter with Suguru and she hears her dad yelling/angrily talking to someone in the cult/whatever. Something which just pissed Suguru off.

She breaks a vase and you rushed to her, “Oops- sorry mommy, I- broke it. Didn’t mean to..” your daughter has Suguru’s hair falling on her face as she pouts. You of course kneel down and smile, nodding gently. “It’s okay sweetie, I’ll tell Daddy and he’ll fix it.”

The facial expressions on your daughter’s face change a little, pouting and almost quivering as she hugs you. “Mommy please don’t tell Daddy I’ll never do it again.”

Now you have NOT a single clue why her favorite person in the world is someone she’s getting scared of. “Why baby?”

“Cus Daddy’s gonna get mad-” Suguru has never once been mad at her, or you in front of her, despite the arguments you might have.

That was the day Suguru stopped talking on the phone with anyone who can piss him off 😭

[beamergirll11]

Imagine Konig and Ghost having sex with you, Konig is nervous and Ghost is barking instructions.

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[yuwuta]

satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).

but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Virgin! König

Warnings: 18+, Virgin! König, Rough! König, Huge Cock! König, Stomach Bulging, Size Difference, Praise, Unprotected Sex, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

A behemoth pounding a comparatively tiny thing like you was, to the untrained eye, a complete mismatch. Especially when one could so easily spy the bulge in your stomach, the lengths to which your hole was stretched to accommodate his size, and the sheer weight with which his cock pinned you against the mattress. 

But they wouldn’t see the feral gleam in König’s eye, the need to mark you as his plain as day in the pace with which he thrusts, the bulging of his veins along his shaft, and the fervency with which the head of his length sobs, thick globs of pre-cum making his entrance only a scintilla easier as the girth of his cock renders re-entry almost impossible. 

Almost.

You know that telling him to slow down would be pointless now; a plea upon deaf ears. Especially as König all but sees god in his rapidly-approaching orgasm. His pupils are blown wide beneath half-lidded eyes, his lips suffocating as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to yours. He pants, moaning, groaning, grunting with every exhale. 

He halts, – only for a second – and pulls out before gripping your legs and throwing your knees over his shoulder. He slams back in, hitting a spot deep within you. You can only scream as he resumes his animal pace, slamming into you more times than you can count, reaching a place no other man ever could.

“Doing– s-such a good job, Köni,” you coo between stilted gasps, hands gripping the pillow encasing your head, your crown hitting the headboard. He whimpers at your praise, biting his lip as he looks down at you, gazes upon the battlefield of bruises, bites and welts he’d pressed into your skin. He buries his mouth into the crook of your knee. He bites, suckling, burns the word ‘Mine’ into your skin.

And you can only lay there and take it, every sensibility being thoroughly pounded out of you with each shunt of König’s hips. And to think that this was his first time. Yet, he’s managed to break you down into such a state of fatigued euphoria that you can scarcely believe it. If it hadn’t been for the feverish, feral look in his eye, the sloppy rhythm to which he tries so desperately to abide, and his unwavering need to please you – praising you for taking his cock while almost sobbing amidst the buzz building in his core – you’d have assumed he’d been at this longer far than you have.

It only takes your clenching around him, trying to seize him as his unrelenting pace proves too much for you, that brings this giant to his knees. With your walls bearing down on him, strangling his member between robes of scorching velvet, it takes one final squeeze to wring König for all he’s worth.

He lets go a high-pitched, strangled moan as the knot in his abdomen snaps, a preliminary twitch of his most prominent vein your only warning before he’s flooding you with his semen. He throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as an electric storm sets his very being alight. You can feel his load pumping into you, filling you past full. Some trickles out, viscous and plentiful, in the little space where you and König are joined.

He can’t stop himself from collapsing on top of you as your knees fall from his shoulders. König uses what little remains of his strength to stop himself from crushing you with his gargantuan frame. His head hangs just above your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. You swear you feel his drool dripping onto the pillow, just catching the edge of your marked, burning flesh. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

“Scheiße, (Y/N),” he whispers, his voice thin, his breathing deep.

Whatever reservations he’d had about the temptations of the flesh had been thoroughly eradicated thanks to you. But now, he faced another issue; trying to get a handle on his newfound libido – all without destroying you in the process.

This is going to be a long night.

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