#they both deserve all the love and all the head pats! 💕

[sonik-kun]

Canon reminder that Jiang Cheng is great with dogs! 🐶💜

[heian-era-housewife]

Sex, Smut, & Scuttlebutt

Lately I've seen a growing number of virgins, "new-cummers", and even seasoned sex vets voicing their concerns or frustrations with the unrealistic portrayal of sex within smut. Adult fictions are so fun to read and write and even more fun to act out in real life (with a trusted partner), but they are fiction. Quite often exaggeratedly so and in no way representative of what really goes on behind closed doors, or open (you do you babes).

Nevertheless these concerns and frustrations are real, they are valid, and they deserve to be acknowledged. And so, without further ado, I present to you the very real, very raw, and sometimes very unsexy side of sex.

(Though tbh nothing Ryomen Sukuna does could ever be categorized as 'unsexy')

Love to you all, no matter your experience 😘

Pairings | Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Higuruma, Toji, and of course Sukuna 💕

Content | mdni, smut, fem!reader x jjk men, piv, oral (both f-to-m and vice versa), pubes, blood, sex on period, first time, Toji eats a worm. It's fine. Don't worry about it.

Word Count | 3.3k

Gojo:

White Hair...Everywhere

You've been ignoring it for a while now. Well...trying to anyway. The faint tickle on the back of your tongue has grown into a sharp pinprick that jabs at your throat with each bob of your head. It's uncomfortable, it's distracting, and worst of all it is threatening to trigger your gag reflex.

Gojo gasps and whimpers, long fingers running through your hair, pulling you toward him as he edges closer to his climax. It's all you can do to focus on the task at hand when his sudden thrusts render the job impossible. You gag and sputter against the source of your irritation, eyes streaming as you pull away from his hungry cock. 

Confusion and poorly concealed dissapointment in his words of longing barely register as you wretch, two of your own fingers stuffed to the back of your throat. 

You turn to meet his eyes with yours still streaming as you reveal the cause for disruption. With your middle and index finger you pull a long, coiled, pure white hair from deep within your throat. 

"I think this belongs to you," you tease, wiping drool from your chin and flicking the stray pube his direction.

"Oof. My bad," he squirms, one hand sheepishly rubbing against his undercut. 

"Shall we resume?" You offer with a playful smile, making a show of patting away his snowy bristles before taking his twitching length back into your mouth.

"Phewww!" He whistled. "I thought for a second sexy time was over!"

"It wiw be ith you don' shu-up," you mocked, mouth full and voice muffled. You reached a hand around to give one of his ass cheeks an impish squeaze for good measure. Gojo laughed playfully before falling back into a steady rythm of whines and whimpers.

Geto:

Welcome to the Jungle

Unwaivering confidence was one of the things you loved so much about Suguru Geto. On a scale of 1-10 his sex appeal was an 11 and you were about to find out for yourself exactly why he was so damn self-assured.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but obsess over all your flaws and imperfections. Your outfits, those stretch marks, and was that =sniff, sniff= body odor?? 

But this was not the time to get lost in insecurity because you were perched pretty as a peach on his apartment sofa while Suguru stood, hastening to undo his belt, never once relinquishing that calm and cocky smile.

You gazed at him loftily, cheeks growing flushed, heart pounding in your ears. Your groin ached with longing as he stripped down to plain black boxer briefs and reached forward to help you down to bra and panties. Nerves and excitement churned in your core creating a volitile compound that set your heart ablaze. It was all too good to be real.

Finally, he guided your hands toward his own hips, placing them on the hem of his boxers, inviting you to remove his final garment.

Your brain buzzed with electric anticipation as you pulled downward, revealing that which, until this moment, you had only imagined. 

And there it was. 

And there you were.

Your buzzing brain cutting to standby as static filled your senses and every decision you'd ever made leading to this exact point in time sent you into a hurling spiral of doubt and regret.

Because Geto had shaved.

And you had not. 

Not now...not ever. Frankly, it hadn't even occured to you before. 

Insecurities came flooding in causing you to lose yourself entirely until the gentle touch of his strong hand on your pantyline dragged you forcefully back to your grim reality.

"NO!" You shrieked, pulling frantically from his reach. 

"Oh! Have I hurt you?" He asked with concern as you wished with every fibre of your being for a quick and painless death. 

"It's just...you're so pretty," you breathed, lip almost trembling as you spoke.

"I'm glad you think so," he said, cocky little smile returning to his perfect playboy face.

"And I'm...well..." you slipped off your own panties awkwardly, revealing a lush and uncut jungle, knowing you were already past the point of no return.

"You're.....?" Suguru prompted.

"I'm...you know...this!" You gestured to your unkempt garden.

"You're...female?" He finished, confused.

"NO!" He was missing the point. "I'm a gross unshaven mess! And you're...what? The centerfold of next month's Playgirl?"

Geto laughed, much louder than you expected, snorting as he did so. "That's what you're worried about??"

"That and a million other things...yeah!" You sulked, tears brimming your lashes as you slumped, defeated against the sofa.

"Come here," he said, pulling you close, forgetting entirely about his unclothed state. "I think you're sexy just the way you are. And, if I'm being honest, shaving is a real pain in the ass anyway."

Giggling to yourself, you watched as his impressive length grew soft and diminished as his arousal shifted to concern for you. 

"Hey!" He objected, throwing a pillow over his lap. "He was just worried about you, give him a minute," he teased.

Both of you laughed as you snuggled on the couch together, sharing doubts and insecurities, reassuring one another, and settling in for a long night. One full of love making that was sure to be genuine, sometimes awkward, but far better than any magazine.

Nanami:

Corporate Cock Block

Nanami was pent up. Not only had he been called on a particularly large number of missions this week, he'd been forced into overtime nearly every day. Now that he was home, he was desperately looking forward to nothing more than dissolving in your arms and seeing where the night might take you both.

Needless to say, he was more than thrilled when you suggested skipping dinner and going straight for dessert. That's right. You were pretty pent up yourself. And who was he to deny his pretty and incredibly patient wife what she needed?

"Thank you-hah-for being so-mhh-understanding this-hahhh-week", he breathed through passionate kisses, slipping off his suspenders and tossing his goggles to the side.

Movements punctuated by more steamy kisses, you helped him take off his tie and belt while he worked his fingers up and under your shirt to skillfully unsnap your bra.

He backed you down the hall and together you fell onto the bed, both panting in excitement as clothing fell hastily to the floor.

Just then, the phone rang. His phone. Illuminated harshly against the evening's fading light revealing none other than Satoru Gojo as the caller. Nanami went rigid.

"Hun," you said softly, "it's okay if you need to-"

"No." He asserted, cutting you off. "He's had enough of my time. I'm off the clock and I'm spending this evening with my wife."

The seriousness in his tone was all you needed to know it was case closed, so as he let it go to voicemail, the two of you resumed your game of lips and hands.

Time passed, Nanami was absolutely aching for you, and you were practically trembling in anticipation. As he lined himself up, you closed your eyes ready to melt at the feeling of him entering your throbbing core. And that's when it happened. Again. The name "Satoru Gojo" shone through the darkness as Nanami's phone lit up your room.

"I'm going to kill him," Nanami said calmly, head hanging in frustration as he imagined all the ways he could cleave his obnoxious coworker in a perfect 7:3 ratio.

"Kento..." you whispered, bringing him back to reality. "I really don't mind if you need to-"

"Absolutely not! This is our time. You and me."

"But what if he needs-"

"There is nothing he could need from me that is more important than what's right in front of me," voice dripping with sincerity.

"I love you, Ken."

"I love you too. Truly," he replied. "Shall we?"

Picking up where you left off, he gave himself a few quick strokes before plunging deep into your core. Tension and relief unraveling as he worked his strong hips passionately between your shaking legs.

***

As the love making continued, a new tension was building within both of you and Nanami could feel himself reaching his climax, breaths coming sharp and shallow as he felt his nearing release.

"Im so close," He breathed.

"Me too, baby," you gasped.

And then...

=RINGGGGGG=

Nanami cracked.

Snapping up his phone while pounding the ever-loving life out of you, you heard his voice loud and hostile as he snarled into the speaker.

"Satoru Gojo, so help me God I have half a mind to cut you down where you stand. Do you know how long I've waited to FUCK my WIFE?! How many nights this week I had to give up SEX with HER just to follow your sorry ass around chasing curses and cleaning up the FILTH of this city?! I was about to give her one SPECIAL GRADE, MIND-BLOWING ORGASM before you-" he stopped thrusting, blood draining from his face, feral sneer dropping into a hollowed out look of utter humilation.

"Principal Yaga I- of course, sir, I'm so sorry...Yes..yes..right away. I understand. Again, I'm so- no of course not. I appreciate your discretion...I'll see you soon...bye."

Your eyes widened in horror as you listened to his conversation, unsure which end was worse.

"I..uh...I have to go. I'm needed at the school," he muttered sheepishly, unable to meet your shocked gaze.

"Yeah, I gathered that," you said with a nervous laugh.

You helped him get dressed, giving him a tight hug and wiping the beading sweat off his brow as he stumbled back out the door.

"Kento!" You called as he headed in the direction of the school. He turned to look at you, defeat written in his tired features. "Come home safe, okay?"

"Of course, love," he rasped, weakly.

"You still owe me that 'special grade, mind-blowing orgasm'," you teased with a wink.

Shaking his head, you heard him laugh as he hurried toward his next mission.

Higuruma:

Erection Overruled!

Hiromi's long week has finally drawn to an end and as your tired and more-than-likely dishevelled man makes his way home to slump into his favorite chair and fall asleep, you want to make sure he gets to finish the week out properly. You've spent the afternoon hard at work yourself, cleaning up, picking just the right music, and slinking in to that silky little black robe you know he loves slipping you out of.

The mood is set, candles are lit, and as if on cue Higuruma stumbles in through the front door, dropping his briefcase, and sagging languidly into his favorite chair. You approach from behind, running fingers through his dark and unkempt hair, tipping his head back with a provocative "Welcome home," allowing him to savor the view.

Experience tells him there's not a thing beneath that robe and his eyes grow wide and hungry as he scrambles to his knees, facing backward in his chair to take you in. He burries his nose against you as he presses passionate kisses to your collarbones, moving to nip at your neck, trailing his tongue upward and landing just below your earlobe before whispering , "I've waited all week for this."

One very steamy makeout session later, you find yourselves in the bedroom, working quickly to remove each other's clothing, air thick with ravenous longing. But as you slip him out of his trousers taking his not even half-hard cock into your loving hands, things start to feel a bit off.

Nothing a few good strokes can't fix, you think to yourself, stealing a downward glance at his would-be errection-  flaccid, but hopeful.

~

Some time later there's still little change in terms of rigidity and you notice the exhaustion building behind his determined features. Knowing his pride is at stake, you start to wonder if it might just be best to let your tired man rest and resume love making another time. Opting for a mix of tact and humor, you make the judgement call.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I move to postpone today's proceedings until the defendant can get some well-deserved and very much needed rest."

Hiromi's eyes snap open. "Objection!" He barks automatically, surprising himself.

"Overruled!" You reply, tapping his tip once against his tummy as though holding a gavel. 

A moment of silence as you stare at each other seriosuly and then...

"PFFFTTT!" You both burst out laughing at the ridiculous scene. He pulls you in for more kisses and you lay together wiping tears from your eyes as the laughter continues. 

Turning on his side he offers, "Motion to reconvene tomorrow morning?"

"Motion granted!"

More laughter. A heavy sigh and then, "Thanks for understanding," he says.

"Impartiality is my job, afterall," you continue the act. 

Pulling your head to his chest he scruffles your hair until you fight him off, giggling. 

This isn't the first and probably won't be the last time your romantic pursuits as a couple are thwarted by exhaustion, but you know that with a little patience and a good night's sleep he'll be a different man come morning, when your courtship is back in session.

Choso:

Shark Week 

Choso's not just new to sex. He's new to life itself. Loving him brings you the unique opportunity of experiencing the world for the very first time through his eyes. 

The eldest of his brothers, he's already learned so much, but he still relies on you to guide him through his many firsts as both a lover and a mentor for all of life's unexpected moments- the good, the bad, and the painfully awkward. 

That is why, when you hear a sharp, panicked little gasp as he pulls out of you, dick still twitching from his orgasm just moments before, you suspect you are in for another brand new encounter.

"What's a'matter Cho?"

"Uhm..." He swallows hard, eyes trained downward. "It's...it's not there."

"What's not there?" You question, sitting up against your elbows trying to glimpse whatever it is he's staring at.

"The condom," He says weakly, mouth going dry. "It's just gone!"

"Ohh!" You reach a knowing hand between your legs. "It probably just came off inside me."

"Is that bad?!" He asks, voice thick with worry.

"Not necessarily. You can probably just pull it out if it's right there."

He slides two hesitant fingers over your entrance, feeling for the rubbery traitor that's caused him such distress. 

"Oh! I found it!" He sighs, relieved, pulling it gently from your core.

"See? Nothing to worry abou-"

"OH NO!" He cries, forcing you to sit up in alarm.

"What's wrong? Is it ripped?"

"You're bleeding! There's-" He looks as though he might pass out. "There's so much!"

"What?! I-" Realzation hits you as he holds up the stretched out condom, slick with glossy crimson. Feeling between your legs, you pull your hand away, stringy and viscous from a mix of blood and fresh arousal. 

"Oh Cho I'm sorry. I think I started my-"

"I can't believe I hurt you! I thought I was being gentle! Maybe it's my cursed technique?? No...that can't-" 

"Cho I-"

"I can fix it! Hang on let me just-"

"Choso!" He pauses his string of frantic babble to look at you. Deep lines etched across his troubled face. "Cho, I think I just started my period," You say, reaching your other hand to comfort your worried man.

"Oh. You mean 'shark week'?"

You laugh as he recalls the nickname you taught him for that notorious time of the month. "Yes hun, shark week."

"Was it...because of me?" He asks, eyes brimming with shame and guilt.

"No, my love!" You giggle at his innocence. "Just a coincidence. I'm sorry I scared you!"

A wave of relief washed over him as he clutched his chest, watching you get up and head toward the bathroom. 

"I thought maybe I broke you somehow..."

"I know, sweet boy," You called from the hall. "You did nothing wrong. But when I come back we're going to cuddle like there's no tomorrow!"

"That....sounds nice" he said with a sigh, collapsing backward on the bed, brain tired and foggy from the day's latest lesson. 

"Wait!" He called, suddenly excited. "Does this mean chocolate ice cream and movie night??"

"You really are a quick study!" You praise.

Running to grab the ice cream he calls, "I think I can get used to shark week!"

Toji:

Three's a Crowd

Toji is a lone wolf. An elusive rogue agent. He holds everyone at arm's distance, including you. That is...until recently, anyway.

What started as casual hookups in seedy bars and late-night love hotels, hell even the back of a cab once (actually maybe twice...you were rather drunk), has turned into pseudo dates and sober conversation. To be honest, you've fallen pretty hard for your man of mystery and the last thing you want to do is scare him off now. That's why, when he finally invites you to his place for the first time, you're determined not to blow it.

"It's not much, but it's home." He says, leading you through the front door of a shabby back-alley apartment. Despite his somewhat delinquent nature, his apartment is well-kept and the made-up bed you spot through an open door near the back looks far more inviting than the sleazy moth-eaten matresses and dive bar sofas where you've been spending your less-than-romantic moments.

Grabbing his hand, you practically drag him back there, excited to see where he lays his head at night, smell the cologne on his sheets. He stumbles behind, a goofy yet seductive grin stretching the scar on the corner of his lips that you're just dying to taste.

As you step into the darkened bedroom, a small sound grabs your attention. Atop the dresser something is breathing- sputtering. You pause, trying to get a look at the noise's source, realizing Toji must have a pet. Your heart skips as you imagine this macho miscreant returning home to a small, soft animal for whom he shares a rare bit of affection. Fucking adorable.

The creature, appearing only as a shapeless mound at first (is it a cat?) turns to look at you. And that's when you freeze. Because there in his room, peering at you through swollen, squinted eyes, frothy drool dribbling down its pudgy face, is a gigantic....worm???

"Toji!" You gasp, turning back to hide behind the muscular arm you're now grasping for dear life. "What the hell is that thing?!"

"Oh." He says curiously, "You can see it?"

"OF COURSE I CAN SEE IT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! THING'S FUCKIN' HUGE!"

"Heh," he chuckles, amused. "It won't hurt ya. C'mere."

Without even another glance at the demonic creature, Toji pushes you against the bed, bringing his large frame down over you, rutting his hips as he feasts hungrily on your neck. You want to lose yourself in the throes of his passion, you really do. But all you can think about is the thing on the dresser. Turning under the weight of Toji's advances to see if it's still there, you find yourself making direct eye contact with the hideous overgrown catarpillar.

You can't believe he's not distracted. Can't believe he hasn't said a single word about the little drooling monster. And as Toji makes quick work of undressing while he hovers over you, you find yourself unable to contain your inner thoughts.

"Toji...it's so...long!" You say, eyeing the thing warily.

"Mm...I know, Doll," he agrees.

"I mean like...it's gigantic!" You mewl covering your eyes in disgust.

"Hah...so I've heard," he admits, slipping off your panties from beneath your skirt.

"And it...I don't know...it looks hungry. Like...it's about to tear me apart..."

"If that's what you want, love," he growls with a forward thrust.

"Seriously, Toji, I don't know if I can do this! It's just so gross!"

"...Gross?" He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"Yeah! Gross and purple!"

"Purple?!" Pulling out, he stares down at his cock. "Fuck you mean, purple?!" Then, following your gaze he says, "You're not still on about that damn worm, are you??"

"What did you think I was talking about?!"

"Look, if it bothers you that much, I'll get rid of it." Without another word, he gets up from the bed, crosses the room to the dresser, takes the creature in his hands before crunching it down into a tiny ball and swallowing it whole.

"Now are we gonna get freaky or what?" He huffs.

Oh, we are wayyyy past freaky, you think to yourself.

Who the hell was this mysterious man of yours? You're left with more questions than answers. But despite the horror you just witnessed one thing has you smiling...arm's distance or not, you doubt very seriously anything you do could scare him off.

Sukuna:

Thousand-Year-Old Virgin

Sukuna is a hardened, battle-ready, godlike being of prowess and prestige, decorated by time itself. Stranger to no man and no challenge, his many achievements transcend the millenia. He has seen and done things even those with rich and deeply fulfilled lives will never experience.

Let's face it, he's a thousand fucking years old. So that's why, when he mumbled something under his breath, something you thought could only be some type of strange joke, you were too stunned to laugh. And the fact that you didn't is the only reason you're still alive. That, and he's fallen rather profoundly in love with you, but he won't be admitting to that any time soon.

So when he pulls away from your lips to stare sheepishly at his bare feet criss-crossed in front of him before uttering the words you're sure you must have heard wrong, you ask him to please repeat himself.

"I've never done this before..." he gruffs, crossing both sets of arms and averting his gaze to the side with a nose-crinkling sneer.

"Done...what?" You ask, innocently.

"This! All of this!" He barks, waving his arms in frustration.

Your brain is working overtime just to read between the lines. He's acting like it's obvious, but you can't understand which "this" he's referring to.

"I don't get what-"

"SEX OKAY!" He gruffs bitterly. "I've never had sex!"

You just stare. Lips parted slightly as your jaw hangs limp, still unsure you've heard him correctly.

"And would you stop looking at me like that??" He scowls.

"'Kuna, I...I don't know what to say."

"Yeah, well...neither do I," he admits, still avoiding your gaze.

"It's just that you're...a thousand years old...I guess I just figured in that time you would have-"

"I didn't get to where I am by running around like some dog in heat," he retorts. "I spent my time getting stronger, strategizing, honing my cursed technique. Then I was sealed away for a few hundred years. When the hell would I have-"

"I never thought of it like that. But I figured Heian Era and all, the 'King of Curses' must have had concubines, right?"

"Yeah? So? I had a bunch of that old-timey shit!" He spouted. You had to stifle a laugh this time. "Doesn't mean I cared. I was...you know...a little busy conquerring the world?"

It was beginning to sink in. The King of Curses, God of the Heian Era, the Great Ryomen Sukuna sat on a shelf like a minted doll for a thousand years, completely untouched, and you- little modern nobody you- were about to take his "v-card". You felt giddy.

"'Kuna," You began, reaching out to take his face in your hands, compelling him to look at you. He hissed as you did so. "Ryomen. We don't have to do this."

"No, I want-"

"If you really want to, that's fine. Just know that it's going to be messy. Probably a little awkward. Maybe a lot awkward! Heck, I don't even know what to do about the extra set of limbs and...appendages," You laughed, giving his thigh a squeaze. He rolled his eyes. You continued earnestly, "I just want you to know it's okay not to know it all- not to get everything perfect. That's where the trust comes in...and where the memories are made."

He heaved a deep sigh, turning away again as he became lost in thought.

"Hey, Ryo?"

"What, brat?"

"Thanks for waiting for me," you wink.

"Don't flatter yourself," he grumps, a rougey glow tingeing his cheeks.

"Of course not," you smile. Then, eyeing his extra arms you continue. "So I just have one question..."

"Speak."

"Will we need one condom, or two?"

Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs always appreciated, but never expected.

MDNI banner credit to @cafekitsune

Special thanks to @heian-era-househusband for always listening to my stories and for being my trusted partner 💕

[kyojurismo]

Hi, I don’t know if I am doing it right. This is an emergency request. I have had the worst week ever at university and, since I live alone, I have no one really waiting for me when I come back. I have stumbled on your acc yesterday and I was wondering if you can write some headcanons about “comfort sex” with Douma, Muzan and Akaza when the reader comes home from a bad day at work/university. Female reader, if it’s not too much to ask for!💕

Thank you so much!

▸ ANSWERING. k now i feel both bad and stupid bc apparently i just imagined to write some reqs, idk man. anyway, here we are. hope you’ll enjoy it <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. muzan kibutsuji, douma (upper rank two) & akaza (upper rank three) x fem!reader

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. smut, vanilla sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, praising, um they’re human i guess? it’s up to you yeah, not proofread

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

muzan sensed something was wrong

you were clearly stressed and the fact that you had a bad day was written all over your face

“come here, darling,” he patted his laps and you approached him, sitting down

he would kiss you so lovingly while caressing your tensed up body

he would lay you down on the couch, start undressing you and kiss all over your skin

he praised you, filling you with compliments while he reminded you to ignore whoever made you feel bad

“you’re smart, everything will work out the way you desire.”

his thrusts were gentle and slow

the pleasure overshadowed everything, making you forget about your bad day

muzan was here to make love to you, keep it in mind

his big hands caressed your shoulders and your hips

he teasingly pinched your nipples, because he knew that it makes you laugh sometimes

when you two are finished he would keep you close to his body, secured into his warm embrace

“i love you, darling.”

DOUMA

douma saw you were upset and simply decided that all you needed was a good fuck and some food

okay no, let’s slow thing down

he would take you to your bedroom

undress you

kiss all over your pretty face

then would let you lie down on the bed

and boom, he’s between your legs

douma was born to satisfy you (he thinks so)

he probably ate you out for a couple of hours

your thighs always ended up squeezing his head

his nose bumped into your clit while he used his tongue on you

his thick fingers thrusting and curling into your warm channel, wet sounds filling the room

his reward? your moans and whines

when he finally decided to leave your poor pussy alone, who’s now all puffy and wet, most of his face is wet with your juices

there was a smirk on his face while he looked down at your trembling body

then he ordered your favourite food and ate it in bed with you, cuddling and chatting about random stuff (:

AKAZA

this man is straight up from heaven

because as soon as you enter your house he’s there to welcome you, kiss you passionately and show you what he prepared for you

when it still wasn’t enough to cheer you up, he decided to take you to bed

he took his time with you

his lips probably kissed every inch of your skin

he payed special attention to your breasts, sucking and licking your hardening nipples, then your stomach and just after all that, his lips connected with your throbbing clit

his lips and fingers worked to make you cum

twice

then he freed his cock, pumped it a few times and sank into you

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

“oh, fuck. you really needed that, huh?”

he’s so lovely and gentle 😭

his thrusts are slow but hard, akaza knows how to make you see stars

and your moans and your grip on his shoulders are the confirmation

you arched your back before cumming a third time

akaza came soon after, you could feel the spurts of white coating your walls while his cock twitched

cuddles because you deserved to be treated like a princess <3

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. i strangely don’t hate it??? lol, thank you for reading by the way !! <3

[stvolanis]

saw the post about cutesy smut and im thinking like,,, cutesy smut is such a nancy wheeler thing in a coquette way ykwim? im thinking youre both super friendly with each other cause youre practically best friends who are dating each other with tons of quick kisses and soft touches and giggly makeout sessions and really sweet movie cuddles and eating each other out at one of your houses during sleepovers like UGGH 🎀😩

OMG I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THISSS!! I made both reader and Nancy subs in this because I thought that would be a cute idea, hope you don’t mind💕💕

Strawberry kisses

(one-shot)

PAIRINGS: Sub!Nancy Wheeler x Sub!Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Nancy & reader are basically FWB, foul language, honestly just fluff and cutesy little things

NSFW WARNINGS: cunnilingus, breast play, fingering, making out, praise, scissoring

Nancy Wheeler had to be the prettiest girl you knew.

Her hair, once long, was now short and curly, rested a little above her shoulders. It made her neck look inviting as you watched her click on a necklace with a heart locket on it. The necklace you gifted her about a year ago, a celebratory gift for her 18th birthday. There wasn’t a day after that she didn’t wear it, only removing it when she was going to take a shower or sleep.

You were kids together, girls together, and now you were women together. You’ve been with her for every birthday, every Christmas, and every heartbreak. The most notorious being Steve Harrington; the man you hated since the day you met him. Always an asshole.

You hated him so badly because you knew she deserved better. Someone who could treat her better. Someone like you.

But, nonetheless, you sat and comforted her through it and effectively helped her through the breakup—and only then had she realized just how much she loved you; and not in a friendly way. In a “I want to hold you while we kiss in the rain and then go home and sleep together” kinda way.

She looked beautiful tonight, even in her pajamas she’s had since she was a freshman. Her skin glowing from the moonlight peaking through her blinds, the soft light of her lamps illuminating the room. You sat perched at the head of her bed, watching her with soft eyes as she brushed through her curly hair.

“You look pretty, Nance.” You muttered. She giggled as she looked at you through her mirror. “I’m not even all dressed up.” She smiled. You felt your heart thud against your chest. Your beautiful, beautiful girl.

“Still pretty.” You replied back with a toothy smile. Blush formed across her cheeks as she broke eye contact through the mirror. “Let’s watch a movie.” You huffed out, dragging yourself out of the bed and to her growing collection of comedy movies.

You happily picked up “The Breakfast Club”, a favorite of you and Nancy’s, sliding it into the Tv. Nancy laid down on her bed, gently patting the empty space next to her, an invitation which you took as you slid yourself next to her. Nancy’s hand intertwined with yours and the jewelry on her finger was cold against your skin, but you didn’t mind.

This was how you always dreamed it would be. You and her together, just like this. Content. Happy. She made you happy. You only hoped you did the same for her. You couldn’t think of anything else but her, even as she giggled at the movie on screen, you were focused on her. Always only her.

She was your sun, and you were here moon. Orbiting around her, basking in her golden light. You were in her shadow when it came to social aspects, but it was other people who made you feel that way; never her. She introduced you, always involved you in conversation, always smiled at you to make sure you were okay. The small hand she would rest on your lower back made you feel a sense of peace, knowing she would always be there.

“Are you alright, sweet girl?” She asked as she titled your head up to look at her. You blushed profusely. “Perfect, baby.” You replied with a reassuring smile. You couldn’t help yourself as your lips connected with hers. So soft and plump, it only made you want more.

She giggled into the kiss, making you giggle. Your legs tangled together and your hands roamed her slim body as hers roamed yours. Her manicured nails skimmed across your back, skillfully unclipping your silk bra from under your shirt. She gave a toothy smile as you laid butterfly kisses on her neck; your hands sliding up to cup her cheek softly.

Your knee pressed into her clothed core, and she let out a small whimper when you began rocking her against your knee. Her hands found their way to your breasts, fondling them and gently pinching and pulling your perk nipples, hard from the touch of her hands and sensitive to the touch.

She panted against you when your hand slipped into the waist band of her pajama pants and down her laced underwear. Your finger circled around her clit teasingly, and her hand found it’s way into your panties. You felt so dirty, having her against you like this. The both of your touching each other, the both of your mouths hung agape as soft whines and moans slipped past them.

Two of her fingers slipped into your entrance, and a squelching noise could be heard, making Nancy moan softly. She pumped her slim fingers in you at an even pace, curling her fingers just enough to hit your sensitive spot inside. Each time her fingers rubbed against your g-spot, you felt yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Need you. Need your pussy, Nance.” You whined against her, she nodded her head. Nancy slipped her fingers from your entrance and your fingers left her bud as she stripped herself of her clothes. You slid your underwear down and took your shirt off.

Nancy laid down as you hovered your core over her face as you came eye level with hers. She was so pretty. A soft pink hue, glistening with her wet slick, and she had a patch of hair just above her pussy. You blew cold air against it, and she whimpered; but regained herself as she gently guided your hips down onto her face.

Her tongue delivered little kitten licks to your opening, slurping up the juices you were leaking. “Mmm, so good, honey.” She groaned against you as she gripped your ass cheek tenderly. You giggled into her pussy before suckling her clit into your mouth. “Such a pretty little cunt f’me, Nance.” You said, releasing her clit with a pop.

She tried to close her legs but you gently held them open with a soft hand. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” You said as she bucked her hips upward into your face, making you dive back in and start swirling your tongue on her clit. You felt Nancy’s tongue poke at your entrance, before harshly entering, making you let out a gasp.

Your hand moved up to rub her clit from side to side in a painful pace for your poor wrist, but it had her withering beneath you; her tongue sending vibrations through your gripping cunt. You knew you were close, and your other free hand moved to start fingering her profusely while still harshly rubbing at her throbbing clit.

You could feel her gummy walls gripping around your two fingers beautifully, and you groaned as she sucked them back in each time you left. You curled your fingers into her g-spot, and Nancy squirted all over your fingers with a loud moan against your pussy, yet her lapping at your cunt never let up; if anything, her tongue seemingly sped up.

You forgot the world for a second, how to breathe and even where you where as you reached the orgasm you were on the verge of so vigorously. It was intense, the way your body shook as the feeling in your lower stomach snapped. Nancy held your waist, keeping your pussy still against her face as she let your ride out your orgasm.

Both of you were dripping in juices and her bedroom that usually smelled like strawberry pound cake with a hint of lavender now smelled like sweating bodies and hot sex. As the two of you came down from your high, Nancy gently moved you off of her, gently dragging you up to lay with her.

“Wanna take a bath with me?” She whispered softly as she kissed the side of your head. You hummed in agreement, and got up to go to the restroom. Nancy followed behind you, her soft footsteps echoed down the hall. No one was home but you and her.

Her mother was at the local pool, Mike was with his friends doing god knows what (you both definitely knew what), her dad was out gambling and her little sister was with the babysitter till 11. You didn’t have to hide, or walk on eggshells. The setting almost felt domestic as you watched her start the water, adding a little bit of soap for bubbles the both of you enjoy. Her house smelled of natural, almost woody scent, and her bathroom was no exception.

She submerged herself into the water, and gestured for you to join her with a smile, which you did. The water was warm, almost hot; as that was the way Nancy liked her baths. You’ve complained to her about it before, it’s almost a painful kind of hot but she seemed to enjoy it, so you stopped bothering her about it. Today, she was being considerate of the temperature for you, even going as far as to add your favorite scent into the bath; vanilla.

Her chest was pressed against your back, and your head lulled onto her shoulder as she began to gently massage your body with her lavender body wash. The smell was her, as was everything else. Your senses were consumed with nothing but her, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ever even think of complaining about it. The way her pink lofa skimmed over your body, lathering you in soap was the least sexual interaction. Purely out of love and admiration for you.

“I love you, Nancy.” You said as you turned your head, coming into contact with her her pretty blue eyes. She smiled. That smile was enough to make your knees weak, head spinning and heart throbbing in your chest. “I love you too, baby.” She said, delivering the softest peck to your lips.

And you did. You loved her, with every fiber of your being.

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[billskeis]

Hi! Absolutely love ur work💕💕 Okay so could you write hcs with all four members (separate) that have a quiet/ shy type s/o?

(Sorry that this req is short but my brain is running out of juice rn, love the work, keep it up😘😘)

ᡣ𐭩 tokio hotel w shy s/o

thank u so much! and don’t worry, you’re doing great! let’s appreciate all my shy and quiet homies out there! y’all deserve some more appreciation in your life.

headcannons down below!

bill

loves loves loves that you’re shy, he thinks it’s so cute

usually one to go for loud spontaneous girls but you’re like a stick in the mud, and that drew you to him

since you don’t talk much you’re a really good listener, and bill is known to ramble a lot

appreciates the fact you listen to him attentively

because of how tall he is, loves the fact that whenever you’re out to meet new people you hide behind him, how you have to peak behind his shoulder once he introduces you to his peers or acquaintances and is always holding your hand through it, squeezing it to ensure everything is okay

hand holding in public gets you super shy but bill loves to show you off in any way possible

his love language is definitely words of affirmation, so will out of the blue compliment you to see how you react

hiding your face, not knowing how to respond, running away from him to only catch up to you quickly

he fucking loves that shit

“aww come on baby, am i not allowed to tell you how beautiful you are?”

tom

just like bill, usually goes for spontaneous girls

but when he saw you at the club and how flustered you became when he hit on you, MANS WAS DRAWN INNN

physical touch all the way, makes you insane and knees weak, and he just lives for that

sudden grabs of the waist, hugging, holding your neck gently to swiftly pull you into a kiss

maybe if he’s feeling bold he’ll sneak a hand on your ass

the eye contact goes crazy, once you look at him and he catches you, he’ll never break his gaze

finds it super adorable that you’re always the one to break the stare down, laughs and pats your head always afterwards

omgosh loves and i mean fucking loves it when you hide yourself in his clothes especially his sweaters when he’s wearing them how you’ll just tuck yourself into the sweater bodies pressed together engulfing like FUCK do this more often he loves it

whenever you go out to get food, you’re shyness doesn’t allow you to take to service workers so he always offers to order for you, eventually it becomes a habit and does it himself

“how’s that baby, i made sure to get your coffee just how you like it.. oh me? a coca cola!”

gustav

introvert x introvert ALL THE WAYY BABEYYY

the way you and gustav show affection for one another usually comes from physical touch or acts of service

communicating with each other isn’t hard, it’s almost like a spidey sense where you just know what the other person wants or needs and can simply do that for them

expect soo many cuddles, movie marathons and baking/cooking sessions, gustav loves to cook and bake with you, the playlist on in the background that the two of you curated for one another simply enjoying each other’s company is enough for the both of you

on the other hand, if you guys wanted to step out of the comfort zone to go outside on a date, expect to play rock paper scissors to see who has to talk to someone to either order food or request a table at a restaurant

you and gustav can also have one on one sessions with each other deep conversing, talking about anything and everything

can immediately notice when you’re uncomfortable or feeling way too shy or nervous in situations

will either step up, say something, or simply bring you somewhere else where it’s now just the two of you

if you tell and express to him how you feel, will fully listen to you, holding your hands together caressing them

“i understand.. we can either leave, or if not, you can sit next to me! i’m right here with you.

georg

is the biggest shit ever

even more than tom, loves to tease you, you can find him tapping your shoulder and running away leaving you confused or whenever you compliment or tell him you love him will make you repeat it loud and clear

but if it comes to that case, will have to beat the shit out of someone if they make a comment about how shy or quiet you are

not much of a talker, but when he does find himself talking a lot more than you in conversations always asks what you think and what your opinion on it is

does it solely just to hear you speak because he loves your voice and doesn’t get to hear it enough ugh y/n what’s wrong w u??

expect him to rest his arm on your shoulder, head on chin, and bear hugs, he thinks that just because you’re quiet he treats you as if you were someone smaller than him

but he this is just how he publicly shows how in love with you he is

constantly compliments you on how you look, the outfits you wear, how good you are at things vice versa nd that

but you finally snap back at him and compliment him even further and woah honey you have him in a chokehold rn

“fuck, i didn’t expect you to say that, can you say it again? please? i wanna’ hear it one more time..”

[satoluv]

KIKUFUKU OF LOVE— gojo satoru x gn! reader.

synopsis in which you, take 5 days to decide what to get for gojo satoru’s birthday. happy birthday my love 💕💕 come back to me n our children at home pls ☹️🤭🤭.

# a little mention of breakdown, fluff! hehe wc 1.2k+

3RD DECEMBER

"I'll be back in a week, don't miss me too much baby! mmm" He said with a mouthful of kikufuku, licking his sugar-coated fingers and everything. How annoyingly cute.

You rolled your eyes teasingly. "I think it's you who will be missing me."

Your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru is out on misson for a week, and will only be back on his birthday. — What perfect timing.

You've been wanting to surprise him with a gift for his special day. After all, birthday comes by only once a year.

But what could you possibly gift a man who's rich—Surely he has the money, he could afford anything he wants, so what could you get the man who can afford anything and everything?

4TH DECEMBER

To say you don't miss your boyfriend is an understatement, of course you miss him. He called you when he arrived his hotel earlier, you didn't want to bother him when he's working so you decided to just wait for his next call.

Last year on his birthday, you surprised him with a birthday party along with a Vacheron Constantin, 18K 5N Rose Gold watch that costed you your two kidneys. However upon seeing his reaction made it all worth it.

Of course he loved it, you bought it,— his darling bought it.

To him, it meant more than just a gift. Some people believe one should keep it because of the money— ‘it’s expensive! that's why you have to treasure it forever’ — but growing up in a prestigious clan, no one would’ve wanted to celebrate birthday’s with the six eyes and limitless user. So imagine his reaction when you surprised him with a birthday party.

"I bought this for you."

"It reminded me of you." — It touched him that you were thinking of him.

You thought of him.

He cried in your arms that day, thanking you profusely.

So from that day on, you've decided to give him a present every year for his birthday. Not because you like seeing him vulnerable but because you want to show him that he, who came from a prestigious clan, is someone deserving of love.

Your love.

5TH DECEMBER

“SHOKOOOO i can’t think of any gifts for him” You cried in your best friend’s arm, ranting about how incredibly difficult it was to buy a present for your boyfriend.

Shoko, who had enough of your complains and whines, still listens— that’s one of the qualities you love about her.

“I’m sure he’ll love anything you give him YN. It’s Gojo Satoru you’re talking about. If you’re still clueless, you can try asking Nanami for help, you know?” She patted your back, heading out of the room you both were in.

To your despair, Nanami was nowhere to be found. Apparently he was out training Yuji and will only be back in 3 days. Surely you can’t wait that long! Which has resulted you into asking Megumi.

“That idiot loves kikufuku. I’m sure he’ll love it if you give him that but I know he’ll love anything that you give him.”

You sighed, that is indeed true. Sometimes you wonder how one can eat kikufuku continuously non-stop without getting tired of it. Not that you mind, you love how chubby his cheeks get when he stuffs the kikufuku desserts in his mouth. —how annoyingly cute. You miss him. Just by the thought of the sight tempted you to get that dessert.

6TH DECEMBER

6 December. How could you forget? You had a meet-up with your friends from middle school but you have yet to get Satoru’s gift.

Surely it won’t take long. Your head reassured your worries.

Oh, how were you wrong. You were supposed to have a fun little chit-chat session at the cafe you used to visit during your teenage days.

6pm became 8pm, 8pm became 10pm.

You’re walking along the streets, mentally cursing yourself. The time on the watch Satoru bought for you said 11pm. And you’re having a mini breakdown because you weren’t keeping track of time. You’ve never been good at managing your time. — Well not after you dated Gojo Satoru.

He’d always remind you to take breaks in between your work because you simply can’t give yourself a break. To other people, you’ve been told a workaholic, but to Gojo Satoru, you’re just someone who works harder than others. And for that, you too, deserve a break.

Oh how you miss him.

As you walk down the shops along the pathway leading to your shared apartment, you stole a quick glance on the kikufuku bakery shop that your boyfriends loves.

‘Limited Edition Flavour — GET IT NOW! Today’s the Last Day’

Your eyes lit up. That was the flavour he’s been dying to try but it was always sold out. You ran in without a second thought and bought it as a gift for your boyfriend.

“That idiot loves kikufuku. I’m sure he’ll love it if you give him that but I know he’ll love anything that you give him.” —Surely he’ll love it, right, Megumi?

6TH DECEMBER 11.56pm

You’re sitting on the balcony of your shared home, waiting for his arrival. He might not even come home exactly on his birthday so why wait? — Even though he always said there was no need to wait up for him, you end up doing the opposite. You love waiting up for him even if it means falling asleep on the couch while waiting.

The cold breeze gave you goosebumps on your skin, and you began biting your nails. —A habit of yours, in which Satoru kisses your fingertips in an attempt for you to stop. What if he doesn’t like the gifts you got him? Hell, it was just kikufuku from your local bakery shop. You started pacing around the house, completely unaware of the sound of the keys.

“Sweetheart?”

Were you dreaming? Or was it the voice of your lovely boyfriend?

7TH DECEMBER 12.00AM

You moved from your previous position and jumped straight into Satoru’s arms which he got taken aback but recovered quickly when you felt his arms wrapped around your back.

Oh how you missed him.

“Someone misses me that much h-?”

You placed a finger on his mouth, cupped both his cheeks while leaning your foreheads together, and softly, you said “Happiest of birthday My Satoru. My gift is waiting for you in the kitchen. It’s not much but I-”

He cut you off by kissing your salty-tasted lips. Where were the lips that tasted like strawberries— the strawberry flavoured chapstick he loved so much?

Had you been crying?

He broke the kiss, and walked you both to the kitchen, never letting you go as if you were as fragile as a newborn baby. He sat you on the counter beside the bakery box decorated with ribbons that matched his beautiful cerulean eyes and smiled, immediately knowing what was inside. — His s/o got him the limited edition kikufuku flavour he had been dying to try!

One of his hands rested on your waist while the other squished your cheeks. You squealed.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I enjoy my birthday best with you and your presence is the best gift. That makes everyday my birthday sweetheart, Thank you and I love you.” He kissed your forehead.

It was as if he read your mind. He knew how to clear the doubts in your head.

You covered your face with your palms to cover both your face and hide your sniffles. — You’ve always said you hate how cheesy he gets but— Oh how you love it. And he knows you love it.

He pried your hands away from your face and pinned them above your head. That action made you look up at him. His beautiful snow white hair and cerulean eyes. You pray that one day, your children will inherit those features of his that you love so much.

“Don’t be shy now baby I’m gna’ unwrap my present now”

The next thing you know, his lips found yours again.

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[arece]

Hi bestie 🙃 I was wondering if I could request the reader comforting John. My man went through so much I think he deserves to feel loved and comforted. You can take this request which ever way you want. I'm just a sucker for hurt/comfort. Also I love your writing style very much 💕❤️‍🩹

I'm Sorry

♤ Summary: John feels like he isn't doing right by you. Luckily you reassure him, even if it's unknowingly. The masterlist

♤ a/n: This feels like a short mess and I can't tell if I hate it or not. I apologize if you think it's trash, my brain failed me. Apparently I'm not as good at comfort as I thought I was.

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Three years since John had taken you in, you’d like to think you’ve settled into some sort of routine of normalcy - well as normal as it can get considering John’s occupation. An unconventional family of three.

That was until you noticed the struggle John was going through, one he was trying hard to hide from you, ultimately failing. It seems that leaving retirement from the underworld is hitting him harder than he had originally thought. It made you feel slightly guilty.

But that wasn’t the entire truth. John sat on his bed, picture frame in hand. He tightly gripped onto the photo of Helen, feeling lost for the first time since her death. He felt conflicted, of course he grew attached to you, he’d do anything for you, but was this the right life for a seventeen year old?

Helen would know what to do. Without her he has to make it up as he goes along and he can’t help but feel like he’s failing. He left this life for Helen and now here he is dragging you with him into it.

He could see your admiration for him, he felt horrible that you looked up to the violent atrocities that he committed. He felt himself becoming somebody he isn’t, someone his Helen would despise, someone only you could want. 

“John?” He looked up to see you hesitantly lingering by the doorway, Dog by your feet. You’ve grown so much and he’s trying to convince himself that it’s for the better, but all he can see is that terrified fourteen year old begging him not to let her go.

He nods for you to come in, placing the picture frame on his bedside table. You sat beside him, both staring at the photo of Helen, “she was really pretty.” Her smile so carefree, you can’t imagine John sharing it with her.

“She was.” You slowly reached for his hand, waiting to see any sign of discomfort, grasping onto it when you saw none. “I think,” your voice slightly wavered, “she would be proud of you.” He glanced at you in confusion.

You flustered, afraid of over suggesting your importance to him, “you saved me, from more than just the Spade’s.” When you squeezed his hand he understood the rest of the words you were unable to say. You saved me from being alone.

You didn’t see the monster as he saw himself, no Baba Yaga, just John. Your John. The man who took you in, promising to fill out every parental role you’ve never had fulfilled before, swearing to never leave you behind.

I’m not going anywhere, he told you just a year before when you still suffered from nightmares. 

You made a move that caught you both off guard but didn’t want to take back, leaning your head against his shoulder. Words didn’t need to be shared between you two often, you’ve noticed. You somehow managed to connect with the infamous John Wick enough to speak through solely actions.

He wrapped an arm around you, huffing a laugh when Dog came rubbing against both your legs in jealousy. You patted the mattress and she jumped up, resting her head across both of your laps. 

It was an odd sort of comfort John hadn’t experienced before, with you he found a type of love he never thought he’d get to experience. It made him hold you all that much tighter, fearing there would come a time he’d have to let you go.

But that time wasn’t now and he noticed how you had fallen asleep on him, arm clutching onto him tightly. His fear may eventually become reality but for now he’ll keep making it up as he goes, getting lost with you.

As long as you were happy with him he had to be doing something right. He laid you down on the bed beside him, gently tucking you in. As he brushed your hair from your face you slightly stirred.

You grabbed onto his wrist, “I’m not going anywhere.” For the first time it sounded like a statement instead of a question. John finally felt like he had done something right, making you feel safe enough, making you feel like he could be your home.

“You and me kid,” he affirmed.

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[cerise-on-top]

I love the way you write for the cod women! specifically, Farah (she's my wife) if you feel comfortable writing for chubby readers. Could you write Farah x Chubby Reader? 💕

Hello! I'm glad to hear that you enjoy my writing! Farah is pretty cool I agree! Here you go!

Farah with a Chubby!Reader

Farah doesn’t particularly care about your body type as long as you’re you. She fell in love with you because of your personality, not your body. But that isn’t to say she wouldn’t adore it all the same. It’s a part of you, and therefore it’s as perfect as it could get. She loves you in your entirety, regardless of what you look like, even on those days where you might feel like she deserves someone better than you. Someone who fits the image of traditionally handsome or pretty more so than you do. It’s during those days where Farah would actually become a bit more cuddly than she usually is. She doesn’t touch people very often aside from the occasional friendly pat on the shoulder or maybe patching someone up after a rough fight. She may be touch starved, but she doesn’t really touch people. Not that she detests it, it’s just not her style. So she’d be a bit more touchy with you, reassuring you that you’re lovely just as you are. You’re gorgeous, no one could ever take that away from you. It’s during those days that she’ll demand you lie down on the couch or the bed so she can rest her head either on your chest or your tummy. Both are the perfect napping spot, she’ll claim, even if she doesn’t really take naps during the day. She’ll snuggle into you, hold you close and tell you just how lovely and beautiful you are, beauty standards be damned because the prettiest, most jaw dropping person on the planet is with her right now anyway. Every other fool knows nothing in comparison.

Farah is also pretty good with her words. When she was younger she used to read quite a lot, quite a few things were above her reading level as well, so she knows a few fancy words here and there. She can compare you to just about anything beautiful on this planet, but she does like to tell you that there were some cultures out there where being chubby was a sign of wealth and beauty. And that’s another thing she likes about you: You’re chubby because you can afford food, because you can afford to eat well. She’ll remind you that there were princesses out there, chubby ones, who would be the pinnacle of wealth and beauty because of it. Farah is far from all knowing, but she knows a few things here and there.

Besides, as mentioned before, she’ll love you regardless of what you look like. If she feels particularly touch starved she’ll walk up to you from behind, wrap her arms around you and squeeze your tummy a bit. It’s warm, it’s soft, she gets to hold you in her arms. What’s not to love about the concept? If you’re someone who’s into cute clothing, then Farah fantasizes about seeing you in a cute dress. Something like a fancy lolita dress because she knows you’d look so cute in it. While she can’t buy an outfit like that for you as it is, she hopes that once the situation has calmed down a lot and she won’t have to fight for her life anymore, that Farah can buy you a cute dress.

While she won’t outright ask for it, sometimes she does like being held, so she definitely wouldn’t mind it if you pulled her down on top of you, held her down with your arms and then rambled on about your day. However, be warned, as she mindlessly listens to you, she might play around a bit and poke your tummy, or whichever it is that is closest to her. Hope you’re not ticklish because the chances are high she’ll do that. You’re soft, it’s fun and if you are ticklish then she has even more of an incentive to actually do it. Not at all sneaky about it either, will poke you and then look up at you with a smile. Farah, too, can be a bit of a meanie, but she loves you so it’s okay.

[munsonsreputation]

Congratulations to 500 followers 🥳🥳💕. You deserve it.

Could you do a little somewhere with Robin and the two prompts ?

"You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."

"I might never get another chance to say this."

Love you 💚😍

hey anela!!!!

thanks so much for sending in this request!! i loved this prompt and ive been wanting to write more robin so this was perfect!! this was so sweet and i hope i did your prompt justice!!

and thank you so much for the support and kind words!! it means the world to me!!! 🧸💘

Parties were never your thing, but of course after the coming months of you getting closer to Robin it also led you getting closer to her friends—one of her best friends, Steve, who hosted parties every other weekend at his house.

Usually you’d decline the invite but not when Robin was the one asking you to come. You’d tag along with her anywhere if it meant getting to hear her laughter, brush your hands against one another, and share smiles.

It was sorta obvious. Very obvious that you and Robin liked each other. They saw the way you two looked at each other and laughed a little too hard at one another’s corny jokes. It was cute for a while, but after months of this dragging on, they all were just waiting for you two to get together. To stop dancing around those obvious feelings and finally confess your crushes.

But of course, neither of you had the guts to admit your feelings. At least not right now, because that would possibly ruin your friendship and that was not something either of you were ready to do.

But not for long, at least not for Robin who clutched her soda can so tight that the aluminium crumpled and her glare seemed to harden as she watched you across Steve’s living room.

“So are you from Hawkins?”

The guy had approached you two minutes ago, and you were already over the conversation the minute he opened his mouth.

You nodded, tightly smiling as you looked down at your almost empty cup, “Yeah, lived here my whole life…”

Another wave of awkward silence passed while you waited for him to catch the hint and excuse himself from his place next to you on the couch. But no, of course, an obnoxious guy so full of himself couldn’t catch any fucking hint if his life depended on it.

“Why is she talking to him?” Steve nudged Robin who sighed and shrugged, not tearing her eyes off of you and the stranger.

“He came up to her…he looks like a real douche.” She grumbled sadly.

“Well, first of all, why don’t we put this down,” He reached for the smashed soda, pulling it out of her hands, “second, she obviously looks uncomfortable.”

Steve gestured to you, looking anywhere but the guy and practically burying yourself into the leather of the couch. The smile she loved to see on your face was strained and forced, even more so was the laugh you let out.

“Put your jealousy aside, Robs,” Steve patted her shoulder as she scoffed, smacking his arm lightly.

“I’m not jealous!” She argued ridiculously.

He laughed, pushing her by the shoulders, “Go, Robin!”

Stumbling a bit, she regained her path and made her way over to you. Words already flowing through her head as she rolled her shoulders back and tried to pull herself together.

As she got closer to you, your eyes drifted to the familiar presence of Robin, grateful and relieved that she was near. A genuine smile coated your face while you sat up, waving timidly, “Hey, Robs!”

“H-hey!” She stuffed her hands into her pockets, shooting you a smile that lingered on both of your faced for way too long before she began speaking again.

“Do you wanna go out back and take a breather?” She turned her head to the back sliding doors, the yard empty with everyone inside mingling in the warmth.

You nodded quickly, immediately taking her hand as she offered it to you, helping you up before you turned back to the guy who sulked, “I forgot to tell you I don’t like guys!”

Robin heard you, her cheeks reddening away from your view, where she pulled you through the sliding doors and towards the pool chairs.

“You’re a lifesaver, Robin.” You thanked her, settling into one of the seats and patting the space beside you, gesturing for her to lie next to you under the starry sky.

She took her place, trying not to think about being so close to you. Not that it was anything out of the sort. You and Robin would cuddle each other all the time during movie nights with your friends and sometimes subconsciously during sleepovers where you two with wake tangled in each other’s arms.

But something in the air just told her that tonight was going to be different. She could feel the warmth radiating off your body through the cold air while you tucked yourself into her side, slinging your arm over her stomach.

“What did he say to you?” She asked quietly, wrapping one of her arms across your shoulders while the other went behind her head.

You let out a mixture of giggles and groans, “Just the classic douchey pickup lines. I mean seriously, I feel bad for the girls who actually fall for those kind of guys.”

Her laugh whirled through her chest while she nodded her head, a gentle hand rubbing your shoulders soothingly, “No, yeah, I mean like, you would think they would actually be funny, you know to make up for all the things they lack, but they just totally suck all around.”

You snickered, stuffing your face in the crook of her neck where she could feel the warmth of your breath hitting her skin. She looked down at you, watching the way you tried to stop laughing, but couldn’t because you found her so funny.

She always thought no one would get her humor.

Until she met you.

How could anyone ever compare to you?

You were too precious for this world.

She wished she could show you how much you meant to her.

Robin pulled you in a little closer, a fire lighting inside her soul when she remembered how tense you looked back in there, “Seriously! You looked so uncomfortable, I would totally go back in there and give him a peace of my mind.”

The butterflies erupted in your stomach. She was so protective of you for someone who hated confrontation. You would totally let her go back in there and give that douchebag a piece of her mind, but that would mean missing out on the moment of you and her basking in the moonlight—and you weren’t going to let that happen.

Not tonight, because you knew it was going to be different.

You sat up slightly looking down at her where she furrowed her brows and stared at you, “Y-you ok? Did you want to go back inside?” she sat up too, pointing her thumbs back inside before you slightly shoved her back to lie down.

“Hmph! O-okaaay, what’s going on?” She swallowed, while you smirked, a sense of confidence and courage coming to you.

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” You said slowly, watching as her face dropped as quickly as she tried to put on an unconvincing look on her face that told you otherwise.

“W-what? No, I wasn’t! Why would I be jealous?! I’m not even the jealous type!” She babbled, waving her hands all of the place while she looked anywhere but your eyes, already a clear signal that she was lying.

Your fingers wrapped around her flailing wrists, gently calming her erratic movements. “Robin…” you whispered softly, “I might not get another chance to say this…but I like you. More than friends.”

Holy shit, was this happening right now?

The moment that she was finally waiting for.

Robin was more than awestruck. You could literally see the stars shining in her eyes while she open mouth stared at you, trying to form words of any kind to tell you she felt the same. Her heart was skipping and beating and her stomach was doing somersaults with the way you were staring at her with such admiration.

But at the moment, all she could do was sit up, closing the space between the both of you while she reached for your cheeks, pulling your lips to hers as you two melted into a kiss. Your lips were soft and pillowy against her slightly chapped ones. It was a gentle, sweet kiss at first, but it quickly deepened as the two of you lost yourselves in each other.

The best first kiss of your lives.

When she pulled away,

As you both pulled away to catch your breath, Robin looked at you with a smile, “I’ve been waiting to do that since forever,” she said, her voice shaky with emotion, “I—I like you too. A lot. More than friends.”

You couldn’t help yourself, capturing her lips once more where you two fell back onto the pool bed, giggling against each other’s lips basking in this moment that cemented everything.

“I guess I should go in there and thank that douchebag for making you jealous?” You joked, squishing her cheeks, while she shook her head and pulled you closer.

“Over my dead body!” She hollered out loud with no care in the world because all the weight had been lifted off her shoulders with you in her arms.

Maybe jealousy wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hey do you think you can do a yandere Shiva with female teenager reader who's in a gang well she's the leader of the game have do you think he'll react when she comes home full of bruises and old scars are revealed

Also I love your writing and your stories 💋😍💕

-Shiva was curious as to where you were going after finding you sneaking out late at night and not returning until the early morning.

-He was concerned you were involved in something shady- worrying about you, as he was the only one who noticed you missing late at night.

-Shiva didn’t want to worry his wives, at least just yet, until he knows exactly what you’ve been up to.

-He planned a stakeout, waiting up until he heard the sounds of you sneaking out and he quickly snuck out as well, trailing you from a distance, making sure that you wouldn’t realize you had a tail now.

-Shiva didn’t recognize the outfit you were wearing, it looked almost like a uniform with a matching jacket- he had never seen you wear it around before, so he was curious as to where you got it.

-He followed you to an abandoned warehouse, keeping out of sight and he was able to scale the side, using a drainage pipe, to an open window where there was an empty landing, one that overlooked everything.

-Shiva was stunned, watching from high above, seeing that you were a part of a gang- but not just a part- you were the leader!!

-He couldn’t help but grin, leaning his chin against his hand, amused that you managed to keep this from him, and by the looks of the men around you, you had earned your spot as leader as they all seemed to highly respect you.

-That’s good though- you deserve respect! However…that did worry him on what you had to do to earn that respect.

-He didn’t like the idea of you being hurt, he knew you could handle yourself as he helped train out how to fight himself, so none could ever disrespect you.

-Shiva returned home and remained up until you got home, wanting to talk to you, one on one, about how proud he was of you, but also he wanted to make sure you were okay.

-You froze when you entered your room, being super quiet, and found Shiva sitting on your bed, a bright smile on his face before patting your bed beside him, telling you to take a seat.

-You were worried you were in trouble as you removed your jacket, showing bruises and cuts, some scarred and healed, and your knuckles were busted open, bleeding lightly, but you didn’t seem bothered.

-Shiva grabbed the first air kit and patched you up, “Never thought you were the leader of a gang when I found you sneaking out- I’m impressed Y/N.”

-You were surprised, treading carefully, “You’re not mad?” he paused for a moment, almost like he was hesitating in answering, “A bit of both- I don’t like you sneaking around behind us and sneaking out after curfew, but I saw you in that meeting of yours- you’re pretty ballsy.”

-You snorted softly in laughter, making him grin before you bumped his shoulder with your own, “I learned it from the best.” Your praise made him beam as he held your damaged hands gently, a small sigh leaving him, “I don’t like seeing you hurt- but I know that you can take care of yourself. Just- just promise me one thing- if you’re ever in trouble- come to me and I’ll help.”

-You were surprised again by his words, but your eyes softened as you relaxed, letting him pull you into a hug, “Promise~” he chuckled softly, ruffling your head before telling you to go to bed.

-You couldn’t even begin to imagine how well that went- you were expecting him to be mad and yell or lock you in your room- he took it pretty well. You smiled softly as warmth spread across your chest at his trust in you.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

How would Luke and Julie spend a rainy day in the countryside? 💕

Hello sweetie and thank you so much for your question. 🤗

If it's raining since morning they may took up the chance of staying in bed longer, sleeping in or enjoying the morning at their own time, soon giving in to the bliss with sweet, tender kisses leading to long and slow love making session, that could last even all morning.

After some cuddle time he will usually got up to bring her breakfast in bed, he would have cooked beforehand, and so after a well deserved treat and relaxing bath they will finally, after ages, get ready for the day.

Every outside duties is put on hold, they take advantage of that to simply bask in one another company, sometimes he wrote some letters to send off to the palace about their duties with her help, and after the hard work it is time for a reward they did not shy away from indulging in, doing what they love the most ... cuddle.

What they really love to do, especially after a whole day work but mostly when it's raining or snowing, is cuddle, he sat on the sofa with her between his legs, her head leaned over his chest and his arms wrapped around her, a blanket he sew himself over them both, sneaking on tea and sweets, smiling at the sigh of their cats napping around.

They found quiet in the rain, admiring the nature outside and basking in the soft pit-pat of each drop against the window or the roof, it seemed time had slowed down and they managed to catch their breath from the placid, but still pretty busy days reserved to their duties.

They talk about everything and nothing, sometimes remembering memories together, even though this may make them a bit nostalgic they are quick to reassure the other their love is true and nothing will keep them apart.

She loves to hear him reading to her, especially when he place gentle kisses on her hair when he thinks she is dozing off, making her giggle as she takes the book from him and begins to read.

From time to time they sneak into the kitchen to cook, it can be a whole meal or a simple variety of honey treats and tea, but one thing is certain ... they will sneak kisses all through the preparations.

In brief they love to cuddle, for real they will do it everywhere anytime and yes even during a party, he will always keep one arm around her waist, a clear sign for anyone who could not be aware of their relationship that they are indeed together and very much love struck with one another.

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[mymxnfgh]

heyhey - inspired by your latest comment! And no pressure on this cos in my head this is not that short and pretty intense... but any hc or fic scenario on how you think Mira/Johan/Zack reunion would go?

PROPER REUNION, where they are bff (pls if Johan rejects them I will die)

hi~ hi~! thank you so much for the ask!!💖💕 Zack, Mira and Johans reunion is something i’ve been thinking a lot and Johan deserves nothing but happiness so rejection would never be an option!!🥹

Some HCs on Johan, Mira and Zack‘s Reunion

I do have a few scenarios but I can’t really say for sure because i’m not sure about how it’s gonna happen…because at this point of the story Mira hardly even appears and well… Johan was caught by the workers. So I can’t really imagine how they would reunite (maybe after defeating the workers but i always feel like PTJ still has something else for them to do)

Also I’m sorry but I don’t really know how they would reunite I'm just not really sure as to how everything is gonna happen, but I can write a short fic after their reunion (like how I want it to be after everything is over) and share some of my HCs!

HCs~

if Johan doesn't get a good ending

I don't think Johan would reject them, after he got his revenge and all there's no reason for him to reject them

of course there is the option, that he isn't able to get his revenge

in that case I think he would either disappear again without saying a word (so his friends don't worry (they will worry a lot)) or well... or maybe he'll die but I don't hope for that to happen

Also I think his eyes would be really bad, he'd be practically blind

So if he's blind Mira and Zack would help him with all sort of things and comfort him (or try to comfort him)

if Johan gets a good ending

I feel like Johan would cry...a lot

He’s so soft inside he’s, been holding on for too long

Actually I think everyone would cry (even Zack)

Zack (softly, very softly) hitting Johan out of worry

Hugs, a lot of hugs, very long hugs, big hugs 🫂

Both Zack and Mira were reluctant to get off Johan, they’d rather hug him to death 🥹

Still released him though, poor boy was suffocating

Mira patting Johans head (after that she also pats Zack)

I think by the time they reunite Zack and Mira would be dating already

Johan doesn’t mind his childhood friends dating, he’s supportive 👍

Matching bracelets

Mira and Zack were afraid that Johan would disappear again once they looked away, so they’d just stare at him the whole time

Visiting the old church and other places together to reminisce

Johan and Zack going on runs together in the morning

Johan and Zack sparring together, while Mira cheers them on

Both Mira and Zack would stick to Johan like chewing gun sticks to hair the first few days after their reunion

Mira packs lunch boxes for Zack and Johan from time to time

Johan getting treatment for his eyes and both Zack and Mira always waiting for him at the hospital

Johan used to prevent Zack from getting into fights but now it’s the other way around (Zack is literally like buddha now 🪷)

Mini Fic

This is the ending I want the most. An ending where Johan decides to go back with them, where he decided to go back to school, make new friends/meet old friends again. I always wanted Johan to go to J-High with everyone else! 😭

It’s just wishful thinking but I want Johan to be friends with everyone 🥹

Going back to school... After everything that happened Johan Seong would never have imagined ever going back to school.

Yet here he was. Standing before the big school gates of J-High.

„Hurry up you’re gonna be late on your first day of school, dumbass!“

Zack was standing before him grinning from ear to ear.

„As if you ever cared about attendance! Also try to be a bit nicer to Johan!“

Mira, his first childhood love, scolding Zack and gently smiling at him.

Everything felt so surreal.

„Come on, Honey…I’m already being very nice ~~“Zack pouted.

Oh that’s right…his childhood love and childhood best friend were now dating and honestly he’s happy for them.

Yet seeing Zack act all cutesy and sickeningly sweet was not something he needed to see and based on the look on Mira‘s face, she seemed to think the same.

„Ew cut it off, Zack… that face was disgusting“

„Why you-!“

„Hahahaha“

„…“

„Alright now let’s going or we’re gonna be late for real“

Joking and laughing the trio makes their way toward the classroom of the fashion department.

Upon entering the classroom he was greeted by many familiar faces.

Daniel Park, someone he’s been envious of but also admired for his talent and strength, having been locked together in a basement did strengthen their bonds.

Jay Hong, son of the Chairman from H group, he didn’t know a lot about Jay.

A few engineering department students were here as well. Vasco, they had a few encounters and he respects Vasco a lot.

Jace Park, although Johan didn’t want to admit it the One Night contract was pretty fun.

Even Eli Jang, the former big daddy of Hostel, from the beauty department was there and with him a bunch of girls.

It’s as if all those people gathered here were waiting for him.

Silence.

BOOM!! Confetti 🎉…?

„Welcome to J-High, Johan!!“

(Jay doesn’t talk but we all know that he also welcomed Johan)

…What a warm welcome. Middle school used to be horrible for Johan, so he didn't have many good memories regarding school.

But high school seemed to be pretty fun. At least in his new class, with his new and old friends and acquaintances.

Alright~ that's all I have for now... thank you so much for the ask 💖and I had a lot of fun writing this! As I mentioned before I'm not really sure with this but these are just some of my HC's. I really hope for a good ending for Johan (and it shows in my HC's) he's just such a good boy but the world just had to be so cruel to him 😭.

[sipsteainanxiety]

Hi shay.!! How r u doing? What are your fave or maybe even self indulgent hcs of bkg in general or in a relationship or maybe both hehe.. coz I really like to know your thoughts n insights. ur one my fav bkg writers out there💕 n really love how u portray him in ur fics 👌. (btw I'm the anon who sent pov asks for fmn and dw take ur time. Just wanted to let you know that fmn is my absolute fav fic of urs I keep coming back to it , and I'm patiently waiting for the epilogue n sequel later😌)

hello nonnie my love!! i'm doing well thank u for asking<3 u are too sweet i am patting ur head so tenderly rn<3 i've got an exam i need to study for but shh itll be fine im fine :') im hoping to be able to write as i procrastinate on studying LOLLL

hmmmmmm i had to do some sitting around and thinking for these. i think there's a mix of hc and canon stuff but these r generally my bkg thoughts LOL sorry it got out of hand sdfhksdf:

he's a clean freak - can't stand the sight of hair around his apartment, even his own LOL

"DIE STAINS!!" as he cleans dishes

he's one of those people who can wake up the instant his alarm goes off and can just get up. no snoozing whatsoever (tho he does like his sleep and WILL be grumpy. don't talk to him at least for half an hour)

also one of those people who can just sit down and get his work done, no procrastinating

lightweight as FUCK one drink and he's gone

on that note, he's a mix of a sleepy + clingy drunk.

and i say "clingy" as in he will hover around you and be more blatant with staring right at you + holding onto you bc he's got no digression when he's drunk lol. all those thoughts he represses when hes sober just bubble to the surface

fr wears his heart on his sleeve.

OK THIS ISNT A HC THIS IS CANON BUT THE FACT THAT U SEE ALL HIS EMOTIONS THRU HIS EYES AND HE HATES THE FACT THAT HE CRIES A LOT (maybe even more than deku) BUT CANT HELP IT!!!! and he slowly learns that its okay to cry, esp in front of people, and yeah<33

budgets his finances p well - he's got an excel spreadsheet and everything

yeah his parents r well off but he's lowkey a little stingy when it comes to money LOLLL tho he does buy top quality shit he doesnt buy unnecessary things at least until he meets u

WILL basically sugar baby u, buying u stuff he thinks/knows you'll like ESPECIALLY if he's crushing.

he'll b all gruff abt it tho, trying hard to play it off as just something he does when it's obvious he doesnt do it for any of his other friends LMAO its so obvious hes in love ur honor, u can see it in his eyes tee hee

doesnt realize hes crushing at first tho.

i feel like there has to be some sort of catalyst for him to realize his feelings/act on them LOL. doesnt have to be anything big

it just punches him in the face one day when hes like "wait- why the fuck am i doing this?!"

he hopes that by getting u things constantly and wanting to spend basically all his free time w u tht you'll catch on to the fact tht he likes u lmfaoo he's bad w words ok!!

doesn't think he deserves to be in love, which is why it makes it hard for him to confess/ask u out. or at least why he takes a long time to do so

he doesnt give his heart to just ANYONE, if hes asking u out its w the intention that one day he'll marry u

DEMI BKG.

at first he only knew how to do eyeshadow/eyeliner for his mask but he learned how to do like, contour/foundation after he met u bc he likes doing ur makeup

also likes braiding ur hair/playing with it and having his own played with in return

wipes his hands on his pants before he touches u sometimes

this is obvious but he is a very healthy eater and constantly conscious of how he treats himself. never catch him eating junk food or smoking or anything. if he does treat himself to take out he goes n exercises it off after

makes his own recipes for meals sometimes.

listens to a lot of punk rock music w heavy drums!! especially when he's exercising. if u catch him at the right time u might see him listening to softer music when he's feelin comfy

on that note he's got a lot of organizational/specific playlists he's made on spotify. all private tho and he doesnt bother putting covers on em

video game nerd!! he 360 no scoped denki not once, but three times in one game.

knows a lot about engineering ngl. little nerd has books on mechanics, dynamics, physics, etc.

woke king. he made sure he had a well-rounded education

flexible af!! he can do splits!!

loves puns (i think this is canon??) tho will pretend he doesnt

SO FUCKING EASY to deez nutz or upbaby him

also easy to condition him with kisses. NEEDS his gm nd gn kisses or he'll be grumpy the rest of the day

kiss drunk sap

LMaO the fact that he pretends hes a delinquent but is actually such a stickler for the rules/wont talk back

on that note he unfortunately wont pick u over the world

but he DOES put u before himself and will 100% die for u

thinks hes selfish but he's actually not. he makes sure u're well taken care of in terms of comfort, food, stress, etc.

gets along better with old people than ppl his own age LOLLL

hard of hearing in his 20s/30s!! knows jsl!! also fluent in english.

IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT HIM BEING A SECRET FAN OF ROMANCE NOVELS????!!!! that shit is so fucking cute to me who came up with it?!

on that note he doesn't really like horror movies but pretends he isn't a wuss LOLL. will nonchalantly hold ur hand during it and say its for your own sake, not his. i can imagine him getting spooked and flinching n coughing and pretending nothing happened haha

emo boy likes his beanies

cares perhaps a bit too much abt what other people think of him

WILL splay himself all over the bed when he sleeps, but he does also kinda wrap himself around u and can stay like that for the entire night. he flops in btwn

has nightmares n will wake up in the middle of the night & will simply listen to ur breathing until he falls back asleep

sometimes thinks u arent real - how did he manage to get someone who loves him for who he is, thorns and all?

ANYWAYS yeah KHSDFKSF those r all over the place but theyre what i can think of for now haha.

also!! yes thank u for reading fmn! it really means a lot that u like it so much!! i literally cant express it, fmn is my BABY!!!!!! i feel like a proud parent LMAOO idk if u saw but i did post tht i would get to your POV asks eventually!!! (ive already deleted the post sdfhfkd) hopefully i can work on some stuff tonight!!

[book-place]

HELLO BUBBA!!! This is so fun!!

💐~ I’m Aggie , I’m from PeachTree Georgia but I moved to Maine for school! I’m a southern girl who loves writing, October’s, the smell after a rain storm, music that gives you goose pimples , and 19th century / Renaissance art. I love to watch the sunset, read in cozy libraries, and listen to music that has a rain sound over it. My favorite color is green! And my favorite scent is apples!

Could I please be paired with Minho from The Maze Runner or Remus Lupin in the Marauders era! Lmao I couldn’t decide 😂😂 you choose!

Love you bubba! Again, I’m literally so proud of it. You deserve it , honestly 💕🥲

HEY THERE BUBBA!! I HONESTLY COULDNT HAVE GOTTEN HERE WITHOUT ALL YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT SO THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥲❤️🥲

Here’s one with Remus Lupin just for you ;)

Leaning over, you opened the window slightly, allowing the scent of newly fallen rain to waft into the library from window sill seat that you sat burrowed up on, your favorite book cracked open in your lap.

The beautiful grounds of Hogwarts distracted you momentarily in all its glistening glory, and you couldn’t help but sigh in contempt at the perfect day.

“Mind if I sit?” The voice of your best friend rang out from above you.

You looked up, grinning at Remus and scooting over to make room, patting the cushion beside you welcomingly.

He sunk into his spot, his own favorite book in hand, not yet opening it as he let you lean your head against his shoulder, both of you staring out the window in a comfortable silence. A silence that you feel like can only happen when you’re around Remus.

“Here,” He said softly, taking a wrapped up chocolate bar out of his pocket and splitting it in half, munching on his part while handing the other to you.

You hummed in thanks, chewing on yours as in sync, the two of you opened your books and began reading.

It wasn’t too long before you peaked over the top of your cover, noticing the sky had cleared up and the sun had begun to set, casting a beautiful pink and orange tint over the castle and everything around it.

“Remus,” you got his attention, nudging his side gently.

He looked up, eyes filled with wonder as he took in the scene before him, “Wow,” he breathed out.

Knowing that if the sun was setting, it meant that the library would be closing soon, so you sighed, looking up at the tall boy, “Come on, Rem, let’s go back before we get kicked out again.”

He chuckled slightly at the memory of the two of you accidentally falling asleep a week before and waking up to a less than thrilled librarian, rising before offering you a hand to do the same.

Stealing one last glance behind you at your new favorite spot in all of Hogwarts, you let your best friend wrap his arm around your shoulder and lead the two of you out.

Ps: THANK YOU BUBBA, LOVE YOU 💕

[derelictlovefool]

Shiptober Day 20

Prompt: Breakfast

Ship: (@rejected-beater's oc) Rai Anderson x Casper Vasquez

Words: 1, 105

Hope I did Rai justice here, I just want him and Cas to have a soft morning together, they deserve it 🥺💕

The morning air was cool, a gentle breeze fans over Casper's bare back from the open window and his face twists in a small grimace. He shuffles closer to the smaller body that was radiating heat beside him, appreciating the warmth that seeps into his skin. He hears Rai hum as he wraps his arms around his waist, burying his head away in his shoulder, his curly hair tickling the side of Rai's face. His lean form sinks back into Casper's sturdy chest and Casper can't help but revel in the feeling of his muscles moving under his hands.

"Good morning," Rai murmurs, voice husky from sleep and sounding absolutely angelic to Casper. He reaches a nimble hand up to brush Caspers hair out of his eyes, smiling as Casper catches his wrist gently and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles. He intertwines their fingers and his bleary blue eyes observe the way Rai's pale hand fits in his perfectly, just like how his back curved against Casper's chest; tucked away against him, legs tangling with his own. It felt so right.

"Mornin'." 

His own voice is deeper from the lack of use and his words are muffled as he presses another lazy kiss to Rai's shoulder. He really loved waking up to him, more than he'd like to admit out loud. Rai smiles and rolls over, throwing an arm over Casper's shoulder and pulling him closer, peppering his cheeks with short kisses before Casper catches his lips. Rai hums contently into the kiss, Casper's hand mindlessly rubbing circles into his side. as he held him close.

"You hungry?" Casper asks, butting his forehead affectionately against Rai's as he trails his gaze over his face. His green eyes shine in the morning light and he ponders Casper's question for a moment before shrugging gently.

"I could eat," He hums, kissing the tip of Caspers nose playfully, earning a small chuckle from the brunette.

"Up and attem then sweet pea," Cas smirks, gently patting Rai's hip as he pushes himself up onto his elbow. They both drag themselves out of bed, bodies heady and uncoordinated as they do, Casper catches Rai by the door and steals another kiss before walking past him. He heads to the kitchen while Rai ducks into the bathroom. Casper runs a hand down his face as opens his fridge, the contents are admittedly a pitiful excuse of ingredients, but it was enough to work with. 

He grabs the carton of eggs and bacon and carefully places them on the counter next to the stove, stepping to the left and opening the large drawer holding the pots and pans. He grabs out the least burnt one and chucks it on the stove, flicking on the kettle as an afterthought; he could go for some coffee right about now and Rai would probably want some hot chocolate too. Casper has always  thought it was cute that the man preferred the sweet beverage, it suited him.

He tosses some butter in the pan, having a severe lack of oil anywhere in his pantry—he really needed to do some grocery shopping. Especially if Rai was planning on sticking around for a while. He could worry about it tomorrow.

"What are we having?" Rai asks through a yawn, stretching as he wanders into the small kitchen. Casper smiles at him as he fishes a spatula out of the top drawer, tossing it to his right hand as he steps back over to the stove.

"Eggs and bacon." He announces, gesturing to the stove before turning on the heat and flipping open the egg carton.

"Sounds good to me," Rai grins, snaking his arms around Casper's waist and leaning his head against his shoulder blade.

"Good, cuz it's all I got,"

Rai snorts, watching as Casper cracks the eggs into the pan; tossing the shells into the bin before grabbing the bacon and plopping it beside the eggs. It's nice, Casper muses silently, waking up to Rai and getting to cook for him. It's grossly domestic, something he swore he didn't care for but in the moment he couldn't be happier. He could get used to this kind of domesticity, if that was something Rai wanted. He felt a sense of security he didn't often get, like in Rai's arms he was untouchable.

He feels Rai press another quick kiss to his back before he wanders to the cabinets to pull out their mugs, setting them down on the counter and preparing their seperate drinks. Casper spares a few glances at him as he cooks, admiring the way his messy pink hair stuck up in different directions. He reaches over to smooth it down, running his hand through the short locks and smiling as Rai catches his arm and presses a kiss to his wrist.

"Do you have anywhere to be today?" Rai asks, sliding his coffee towards him before sipping on his hot chocolate. 

"Nope, i'm all yours," Casper hums, smiling as Rai's face lights up in delight. It wasn't often they got to just spend a day together, Casper wasn't picky about what they did either; just getting to spend some quality time with Rai was good enough for him. They could lay in bed all day and he'd be happy. Actually that sounded like heaven.

"We should watch that movie you were talking about last week, I wanna see it," Rai suggests, leaning against his side and resting his cheek against Casper's shoulder. Casper nods, blue eyes watching their breakfast sizzle in the pan and lazily moving it around with the spatula.

"I'll have to ask Pip to bring it over, she borrowed it and she sucks ass at giving shit back." 

Rai laughs gently at Casper's small huff and pats his shoulder in playful sympathy, the joys of having a little sister not lost on him. 

"Maybe she can watch it with us?" He suggests, only for Casper to let out a ragged sigh letting him know that was not an ideal option.

"Yeah, no. She'll talk through the entire thing, she's not good company for movies, can't sit still either." Casper shakes his head. He turns the heat off the stove and begins plating up their breakfast, Rai humming as he walks past him to the small round kitchen table tucked away to the side.

"Okay fair, just us then," He shoots Casper an easy smile as he sits down and Casper returns it. He sets his plate down in front of him and leans down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Yeah, just us sounds good."

[l13]

ive been searching everywhere for ghost fics where ghost calls the reader "puppy" like derogatory andbsidjsjshwjjshsjs pls im begging on my knees ur ghost daddy kink fic was GOD SENT i feel like the "puppy" thing has the same vibe 😩😩😩

(i fucking love ur writing💕💕💕💕)

agreed agreed agreed, also thank you so much<333

I wrote this while blasting sexy back, best decision fr

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, female!reader, oral sex m!receiving, degradation, and also praising?, cheek slapping, reader gets called 'puppy/pup/pet', ghost and his fat balls get the appreciation they deserve (i'm so sorry), lazy writing as always, not proofread heh

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

“S the matter pup? Can't keep my dick down your throat for more than five seconds?” Ghost was sat at the edge of his bed with his thick thighs spread out, body leaned back as he supported himself with his palm on the mattress. There was drool running down your chin as you tried to catch your breath, and you glared at him through your eyelashes as you coughed. He cooed mockingly, hand brushing the stray hairs out of your face before traveling down to grab your jaw roughly, “Open your mouth, don't make me do it for you, pet. You know better, don't you?” you swallowed harshly and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and he grins at the sight, patting your cheek twice for good measure “Wider.”

There was no warning as he shoved his dick in your mouth- pushing his hips until his cock hit the back of your throat and you suppressed a gag, tears starting to fall down your cheeks again. You held your eyes open and trained on Simon's face, staring at him as his head dropped to the side and he gave a low moan, “Thaaat's it, just like that puppy,” he pants as he continues thrusting in and out of your mouth, and he hisses when you bring your hand up to play with his fat balls.

He pulls his cock out with a lewd pop, allowing you to drop your head to lay kisses and suck his balls in your mouth, “Oh, fuck yeah-,” hearing Simon whimper awoke something in you, and you felt heat pulling in your belly as you rubbed your thighs together.

You moan around him as you bring your own hand to your pussy, starting to rub yourself messily, and you can tell that he knows you're touching yourself. How couldn't he? The lewd sounds each time your fingers met your clit were so loud with how wet you were. Ghost can't help but tug at your hair, eyes following the movement of your hand and he almost drools. “The fuck are you doin', huh? Can't help but play with your pussy as you suck my cock? Like a bitch in fuckin' heat. You're disgusting.”

You huff out a laugh as you look up at him, pressing your cheek against the side of his cock as you hum, licking his precum off your lips. There's tears and make-up running down your cheeks and Ghost thinks you look like heaven. “You love it, Lt."

You're right, he did.

Simon snarls and the fingers that hold your hair tighten as he tugs you towards him, crashing your lips together, moaning as he tastes himself in your mouth. You gasp with a smile when he lays a harsh slap on your cheek before he pushes you back on your knees, “Open the fuck up,”

He makes sure he's standing when he pushes his cock against your lips now, and you can see it in his eyes that he wasn't gonna be gentle with it. Good. You didn't want him to be.

Ghost hates that he can't keep his voice in check, abs flexing each time he thrusts inside your mouth. Low moans and groans leave his lips before he even realizes it, brain all fuzzy as he can only think about how fucking good your mouth feels, how good you look, how good you are- and oh fuck, he's coming-

His back hunches over and he clutches your hair tightly, knees buckling when you push him deeper inside your mouth with both of your hands on his ass, and he whines lowly when you dig your nails in the plush skin “Shit, yeahyeahyeah,” you can barely keep your eyes open, and you ignore the way your throat burns because there's no fucking way you're missing this sight.

Simon Riley, in all of his monster-body glory, the scary and brooding tower of a man is right above you whimpering, pretty eyes rolled back as he pants harshly and you swear there's a tear rolling down his cheek. You moan around his cock in appreciation and he shudders, pulling his cock out as he hisses and plops down on the bed with a chuckle mixed with a groan. “Jesus fuckin' Christ,”

He runs a hand down his face, grinning lazily when he sees you gathering his cum off your chin, licking the excess off your fingers as you smile up at him “Good?”

He chuckles then, letting his body fall back on the bed, his ears turning red. “Fuckin' brilliant, pet.”

“S your turn now. Climb on up, pup, c'mon.”

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