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[dreamingkitsunewrites]

May I request a moodboard for Suguru? Pre-Defection from Jujitsu Society, but I'm curious to see what you'd do aesthetic-wise for when he's a cult leader.

Hii nonnie! Thank you for your request! 💜

Geto's such a complex character, I really enjoyed trying to capture the shift in his personality in these two moodboards...hope I managed to convey the idea...

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"You taught me the courage of stars before you left

How light carries on endlessly, even after death

With shortness of breath

You explained the infinite

And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist"

ᴇᴘɪᴘʜᴀɴʏ

"Do you wanna start a cult with me?

I'm not vibrating like I ought to be

I need a purpose, I can't keep surfing

Through this existential misery"

[paper-lilypie]

Your Sonic fic had me giggling and kicking my feet happily.

IM GLAD BC THEY GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET TOO

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

midoriya being reader's and bakugou's biggest cheerleader, rooting for them since day one!?!?!?! 😭💖 he literally watched his 2 friends grow up and fall in love...he's so happy for them 🥹💗 like imagine the waterworks when they tell him they're (finally) in a relationship...if anyone believes in their love, it's midoriya!!!! 💓

the way things go !

synopsis : izuku knows, he always has, but he'll let you both figure it out.

an. this is literally so cute i love this !! tysm for the ask, this is pretty late tho so super sorries about this if youre still sticking around anon :(( but i hope you (and all yall) enjoy!!

cw. fluffy fluff ! childhood friends YAAAAAAH—middle school katsuki lol, childhood to like second year of ua timeskip, lmk if there's anything else !

if he thinks hard enough, izuku midoriya can remember the exact moment he realised his best friend had fallen in love with you.

you'd gone from being a new addition to their little friend group to you guys being so tight knit that people automatically associated you all together, if one was around—the other two were always expected nearby, a little trio.

sure, izuku never wanted anybody to feel left out, but you and kacchan were his best friends forever. you all had sleep overs at katsuki's house and went out for ice cream, visit for birthdays and stay up late to watch tv and tell scary stories under the covers. katsuki always pulled mean little pranks afterwards which would always scare the pants off of izuku, you always reassured him though, saying katsuki was being stupid. he thought that it was really cool how you never seemed to get scared until he noticed how you'd jump sometimes, but he found you even cooler.

you were best friends forever, shown by the cool woven bracelets you'd gotten for your friends when you came back from a beach vacation with your family. kacchan had complained the entire time you were gone, calling everything boring without you, but he never said a word about it when you got back and smacked izuku on the arm hard when he'd tried to tell you how much they'd both missed you.

izuku had managed to rip his gaze off his bracelet, woven with green and shades of blue that matched the sea to look up at his friend to ask how he felt about his gift. katsuki's had hints of orange, reds and vibrant pinks and he didn't complain about it even though he always said it was a girl colour. red eyes like his bracelet fixed onto his arm.

"look and yours kinda looks like it has flames on it, see ? like your explosions !" you explained excitedly, and izuku couldn't help getting excited too. your humour was always contagious. "oh yeah, i see it !" he agreed and you look over at him to nod in approval, obviously proud of your choice. and izuku realised then that the blonde still hadn't said one word.

you didn't seem to mind though, still too excited from your trip and izuku's reaction to his gift. you stuck your arm against katsuki's and grabbed izuku's so he could stick it to his, all your multicoloured bracelets coming together to form a mess of jumbled up colours "see, now we all match !" you exclaimed.

katsuki's cheeks were pink, stained and blotchy even through the worn out little bandaid stuck to his cheek. and all he could manage then was a nod, katsuki who you'd always call a big mouth was speechless and just nodded. izuku thought that was really weird

"i like it." he mumbled out quietly, obviously realising that you were now both awaiting an answer from him "we match," he repeated "but mines cooler." he finished off, crossing his arms and huffing to the sky proudly. and you burst out laughing, little giggles spill out and you break out into a laugh as you lean onto izuku. he can't help himself from laughing either. katsuki tries, really does, but he ends up laughing a bit too, nudging at your leg with his foot when you call him a big mouth.

and for the entire rest of the day, kacchan had found some excuse or other to drag you around and hold your hand, saying something about how you'd get lost since you were gone for so long, izuku thought that was weird too since you were only gone too weeks, but he quickly forgot about it. it was still hot when you got back, so you went for ice cream with money miss mitsuki had given you all to celebrate your return, and had gone to your (not so) secret spot by the river bank to laze around after your bellies were full.

the wind breezed through his clothes as izuku remembered the taste of his two scoops on his tongue, sighing and feeling himself getting sleepy. he hears you and kacchan talking.

he's talking about how your bracelet looks more like his, so you two match more. "that means you gotta stay with me forever so . . don't leave again." he mumbles, izuku hears the tugging and pulling of grass roots "was boring without you here." before he quickly catches himself with an "that's what izuku said." and the green haired boy answered with a sleepy "uhuh . . " that makes you giggle.

"i can ask my mom if you and izuku can come next time !" you chirp excitedly and you've always been contagious, so izuku responds again with a sleepy "yaaay . ." that makes you laugh.

when school started back up, katsuki had been quick to rip off his jacket and show off his bracelet to your friends, shown off by the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing. always proud to answer the question of where'd gotten his cool new bracelet with a loud "yn got it for me from when she went on her trip, i bet she didn't get you anything !"

always proud and showing off was a kacchan that izuku knew all too well. but it was always about himself, never about others. and yet here he was showing off your gift to anybody who would listen because you were best friends. izuku thinks he truly realised, not then, but during lunch break when kacchan had pushed a boy to the ground because he'd made fun of his bracelet and called it girly.

"not true !" he'd yelled "you're just mad 'cus yn didn't get you nothin' and she likes me more then you. i bet you're just jealous 'cus she hates you, she told me you stink !"

and that's when he knew. because all three of you were always together and izuku had never ever heard you say that. but it seemed that to katsuki, being hated by you was the worst thing imaginable.

and that's when he knew.

and to him it was only natural for katsuki, one of the coolest people he knew, to have a crush on the other coolest person he knew. but when he'd asked kacchan about it after school, he'd punched him in the shoulder and told him "n-no ! shut up, quit talking stupid !" even as his cheeks turned beet red and he trudged off to go grab his backpack.

there was no doubt about it, you had a crush on each other.

izuku knows it, he knows you both know it. so why don't you do anything about it ?! it's sorta been driving him crazy.

he sees it all. sure, him and kacchan don't actually hang out anymore, but you and izuku still hang out and he sees them. the looks, the almost touches and the teasing and the shoulder nudges and—seriously, does nobody else see this ?!

but he'll keep quiet, he won't force you to do anything, he'll let you both take your time. but it seems the blond has been getting more and more impatient with himself.

"hey, nerd." izuku jumps despite himself at the rough voice from above him, looking up and quickly hiding his notebook from his ex-childhood friend.

"k-kacchan, hey ! didn't expect to see you here, heh . ." he trails off, eyes darting to the side. and izuku really hadn't expected to see him, kacchan wasn't the type to stay after class, always ready to walk you home when school was out. he feels his hands shaking and clenches onto his uniform pants. katsuki ignores the boy's attempt at friendly conversation, scoffing.

"what's your deal, huh ?" uh oh, izuku panics—what had he done ? he doesn't remember doing anything to anger him.

"i don't know what you're talking about, ka—"

a hand slams against his desk, startling the green haired boy and he almost jumps out of his skin.

"don't fuck with me ! y'know good and goddamn well what i'm talking about."

"but i—"

and then your name gets brought up "ya keep fuckin' staring at her all the time. what, you like her or something ?"

wait, what.

"huh ?"

"don't huh me," katsuki copies with a nasally voice "s'bad enough she wants to hang with you all the time, now you want more ?!"

oh, wait.

"just so you know, she doesn't like the nerdy type so you can go ahead and—" katsuki cuts himself off when he sees izuku smile, a smile he in his mind can only imagine as a smug one, so he scowls " quit makin' that creepy fuckin' face at me, weirdo ! i'll tell you right now—you haven't won and i damn sure won't lose ! never to a nerd like you, you got that ?!" he declared, before stomping out of the classroom.

izuku despite the obvious declaration of war he has no want to be part in, can't help but smile. "you've got nothing to worry about." he mutters to himself.

it'll be fine, he'll let you take your time—he has a feeling it won't be for much longer anyway.

"good morning, yn."

"hi, izuku."

you insist on not looking him in the eye when you speak, and izuku who's known you for years by now, immediately knew something was up.

you're here early, the common room is empty beside you and him right now "how'd you sleep ?" you ask, sipping on some juice. izuku hums, fixing his tie for class, you beckon him over and lean over to fix it for him which he thanks you for with an added shy chuckle.

and it's quiet.

izuku takes a spot next to you, "you know, you can talk to me about anything right ? i don't wanna assume but you look a bit bothered by something." your best friend smiles warmly at you when you make eye contact "i'm here if you need anything."

you squirm in your seat and then finally you spit your next sentence out at super speed "katsuki and i have liked each other for a while now and he asked me out and i said yes !"

"I KNEW IT!" the green haired's exclamation knocks you back and he flies up from his seat, he smiles down at you victoriously like he'd just defeated a villain.

"i knew you guys had been acting different, it was just too obvious ! always looking at each other for long periods of time—and sneaking off and standing so close to each other, it all makes sense !" and you're struck absolutely silent, he rambled and rambled on like he was taking notes for his hero notebook—seriously, how much did he know ?!

"w-wait but—you knew that we liked each other ?" you ask. izuku sits back down, even clears his throat after his little outburst, and smiles at you.

"oh yeah, i've known that for a while now !"

". . how long is a while ?"

". . a couple years."

"oh." you conclude. "i'm sorry i never told you, zuku . .s'just that i know that you and katsu's relationship was . . more than a bit strained so . ."

izuku immediately frown in shock "what, no it's not—you shouldn't have to apologise ! that was between kacchan and i so—" and he stops in his tracks "is that why it took you guys so long to . ."

now you're cutting him off "no, no that's not it ! i just never really had the courage to say anything !" you shyly rub at your glass "and honestly, i had no idea he even liked me like that . ."

surely you had to be messing with him. izuku sweatdrops at you without a word.

"well anyway, i'm glad you too are happy, truly." he utters sincerely. you smile back at him with a giggle and your humour's always been contagious, so he laughs along with you.

and when he sees you and kacchan walking to class holding hands he can't help but throw up a victorious fist up, leaving his friends a little bit confused.

(afterwards during training with katsuki, he wishes him a playful congratulations on winning, the blonde proceeding to punch his arm hard and izuku couldn't help but laugh. until katsuki chucked his water bottle at him.)

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[satorucci]

Toji with his daughter? And a huge breeding kink

dad toji <3

♡ cw: incest, stripper reader x dad toji, breeding, possessiveness, manipulation, slight dumbification, slight hunter x prey dynamics/references, not proofread bc it's 1am :(((

currently listening to: your girl - lana del rey

nonnie note: thank you for this ask, nonnie! sorry it's so long! i love toji, so i went overboard :') i hope this satisfies your needs, i know it is a bit more on the ambiguous side for reader, but i wanted to do something a little playful <3 either way, i hope you enjoy mwah

author's note: remember kids, this is fiction! do not treat real-life adult entertainers like this, n' abide by what makes them comfortable!

MDNI

♡ dad toji, who you've never had the best relationship with - well, actually, who you've never had much of a relationship with. after he walked out on your mom, her downward spiral happened rather quickly. your childhood memories were filled with images of a woman in constant mourning, kneeling on the floor, head smashed into the duvet of her bed as she cried. spilled and empty liquor bottles littering your home. you wondered what could have possibly been so good about that man, your father. he'd walked out on her for another woman - one he claimed had changed him. you were so young when it happened, you didn't know what any of it meant. all you knew was that suddenly, you had been left alone with your mother who quickly turned into a drunken mess.

♡ dad toji, who hasd no contact with you after the age of five. sometimes you thought of him - tried to remember the face of the tall, muscular man who'd abandoned you and left you with a sorry excuse for a mother. sometimes your mother would mention that you resembled him, usually during her drunkest moments, when she wanted nothing more than for you to disappear from her sight. and in these moments, you hurriedly made yourself scarce, scrambling to your room or the basement where you would avoid each and every mirror you passed. if you resembled that man in the slightest, you didn't want to know. you found yourself trying to actively forget even the most minor of details about him - his raven hair and that scar on his lip.

♡ dad toji, who has little to no idea about who you are when you become a ward of the state at age 16. social services had tried reaching out to him multiple times, exhaustingly telling him over and over "mr. fushiguro, you do have a daughter. we're trying to find housing for her. wouldn't it be better that she be raised in a home with one of her biological parents?" to which he always responded, "nope, don't got a kid that age. at least, not one i remember. if she's really my kid, then i'm sure she'll make herself a way in life."

♡ dad toji, who, in reality, wanted nothing more than to move you into his house. but he was nowhere near being a fit parent. whatever your mother had done to get you removed from the home was sure to be less traumatic than living in toji's one-bedroom flat which was devoid of life. he had two children, neither of which he'd seen in a decade. contrary to popular belief, it wasn't because he didn't want to see them - it was to keep them away from him. from his lifestyle, his job, his lack of parental devotion. toji, who was scarred, physically and mentally, from years of earning less-than-clean money, didn't want to be hindered by a kid, nor did he want to bear the burden of fucking one of his kids up, though it seemed the girl's mother had done of fine job of that, anyways.

♡ dad toji, who sometimes wonders what you're up to two years after social services kept blowing his fucking phone up. no one ever called him about his son, so he figured he was doing just fine in the adoptive home he'd grown up in. the guy who'd adopted him, though despised by toji, seemed like a decent parental figure. the girl on the other hand, toji wondered about. you would be 18 by now, and he'd received no phone calls about you being in a prison or some shit, so he figured you had made your own way. he didn't remember your exact birthday, but he thought it'd passed some months ago, if the timeline he remembered was to be trusted. "ah, fuck it. why the fuck do i care?"

♡ dad toji, who had no clue that you'd aged out of the system when you turned 18, never finding a family that wanted such a "damaged" teen. by 18, you'd tried all there was to try. alcohol, drugs, sex, money. you'd clawed a path for yourself in this world without the help of your mother or your father, and you'd continue to do so. as soon as you hit 18, you found yourself dressed skimpily, twirling around a pole in a dirty club at a stripping audition. so long as you had a body, you had access to money, and you'd drain the pockets of anyone dry so long as it got you what you needed in life. you didn't have the luxury of affording wants, but maybe this could be a new beginning for you.

♡ dad toji, who doesn't know that his sweet little girl has become one of the most requested dancers at one of the hottest strip clubs in Vegas. the nightlife is dangerous, and you tiptoe a fine line with every customer you grant an audience. the customers you serve range far and wide - most are bald or graying old men, hoping for a secret reprieve from their wives, some are incredibly attractive men, too young to hold the wealth they do - and they throw it at you in droves as you take your top off, revealing perky tits, and gyrating your hips on their laps, "accidentally" grinding your cunt against their hard cocks. "anything for the money" is what you tell yourself.

♡ dad toji, who finds himself on a rare night out in the Vegas strip. for once, he's not here on official business, just hoping for a casual drink and maybe some action from one of those pretty, pretty girls who work at his favorite strip club. he hasn't been in two years and he's oh-so-curious to see what new stock they have. when he enters the club, it's packed from wall-to-wall with (mostly) men, eyes glued on the stage in front of them. even those in the very back are doing all they can to get a close-up of the beauty on the stage. from where toji is in the crowd, he can already tell she's not one of the usuals from a couple years ago, oh no, this one is new, and she's lively. she looks like fun. twirling around the pole, skimpy pink and white lace on display as her tits are nearly popping out of her tiny top. everytime she squats, the crowd gets a view of the tightness of her cunt against pink lace. toji can almost make out her clit in the getup, and he can think of no one else he'd rather drag back to his flat and fuck the sense out of. he imagines this one looks really good when she's fucked dumb.

♡ dad toji, who doesn't realize his daughter is the one gyrating on the stage when he walks in. toji, who doesn't realize that when he walks up to the owner of the club and requests "the new one in pink", that he's referring to his own daughter. toji, who, for the first time in a long time is thrumming with excitement as he waits in the private room for his woman of the night to come in and grind against his already-hard cock. when you walk in, he can't help but tilt his head back and smirk. yeah, you're just as pretty up close as you were from the back of the club.

♡ dad toji, who stops you before you get right to business. "woah, woah, pretty girl. slow down a bit. i like to get to know someone first. i'm a bit of an old man, so i can't keep up with a quick pace right off the bat." you let out a customary giggle, but he's attuned to notice the bit of annoyance that flashes behind your eyes. oh, you'll be fun. this time, when you start, you start slowly, circling the table in the center of the private room with intentionality, locking eyes with the man splayed across the curved loveseat. his stare causes a bit of intimidation to bloom in your gut. he's so intense, watching your every movement, examining you as if you were something of value and he was determining exactly what that value was - almost as if you were something to hunt. you'd seen those eyes only a few times before in the club, but these kinds of men weren't the type to request private dances, they were the type to hide behind the dumpsters outside of the dressing rooms, waiting to ambush dancers and ask them for their number or something more. this one - this one was bold. and undeniably attractive.

♡ dad toji, who notices the slight flush of your face as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him. he can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he readjust on the loveseat, making his hard-on more noticeable. for your entertainment, of course. you move in slow circles, using the table as a prop that you dance around, eventually stepping up on it, and dancing on it. there's a small pole that protrudes from the table, and you use it to do small spins and swings, nothing too elaborate, as they're not as sturdy as the ones on the stages. his eyes never leave you, they never wander listlessly from one part of your body to the next, they always wander with purpose. surveying each and every part of you. the sparkle in his dark eyes isn't lost on you every time you lift your leg in the air, giving him a peek of your cunt straining against the fabric of your panties. you hope he can't see the wetness.

♡ dad toji, who is thrilled when you finally step down from the table and the real show begins. your hands lightly creep up his thighs, touch as light as a feather, before you turn your back to him, giving him a first-class view of your hips and ass as you grind into him. you're delicate, unlike how you were on the stage. there, you were electric, but in this small room, one-on-one with a dangerously attractive man twice your age, you move with caution. toji wants more. he wants what he saw on the stage. as you grind into his lap carefully, cutely, his hands come up to roughly grip your thighs. you let out a gasp and quickly turn around. "there's a not touch policy-" toji cuts you off with a firm squeeze, and his thumbs rubs gentle circles into the fat of your thighs as you look down at him. his eyes meet yours, dark and sinister, but gazing up at you as if pleading with you. "you can't tell me you don't like it, darlin'. tell me you don't and i won't touch you again, but i promise i can make this worth your time, too." his hands travel up your thighs, finding their place on your lovehandles, kneading them lovingly. "n' i'm a really good tipper." you gulp down a protest and simply nod your head.

♡ dad toji, who, as you face him, and lower yourself onto his clothed cock, finds his hands roaming across your body. you're oh so delicate. so easy to maneuver, to sway. he wonders what in your life has led to you being so malleable. maybe a shitty boyfriend or an absent father. he chuckles to himself at the irony. what if his own daughter is out doing this shit because she had no daddy growing up? oh well, not his problem. not at this very moment. toji's hands guide your hips as you grind down on him, forcing a harder grind, more pressure on his aching cock. he can feel the outline of your cunt's lips against him and he wants so much more from you. his hand reaches for the flimsy string in the back that holds your top together, pulling it and watching as your tits come into view right in front of him. the music in the background is causing the room to vibrate slightly, the dim lighting in the room adding to the ambiance of sinister pleasure that's about to take place.

♡ dad toji, who forgets that he's in a professional establishment as he takes one of your perky nipples into his mouth and you gasp, a small hand finding its way into his hair and gripping harshly. "ah! t-too much-" he releases your nipple with a "pop!" and stares up at you. "wan' me to stop? i was just about to show you what a good patron i can be", and again, you give in. you let him do as you please, because you can't deny the throbbing in your own cunt. you don't know what all he's about to do to you, but you know that you've only ever slept with one customer, telling yourself you wouldn't make it a habit, but you think you might be about to break that rule.

♡ dad toji, who sucks on your nipples harshly while you grind against him. the dance has ceased and left only desperation in its wake. you're desperate to get off, and you can feel his hard cock beneath you. his hands guide your hips back and forth, back and forth, at a fast pace, your clit catching on his cock with each swipe and you feel as though you can barely catch your breath. toji, who reaches a hand up into your hair, tugging it harshly causing you to let out a breathy whine, and buck his hips up into your cunt repeatedly. his mouth only leaves your tits to leave small kisses along your chest, your neck, you jaw. you want more. you have to have more, but it can't be here. before you can pop the question, toji is, once again, staring at you with those onyx eyes. "wanna get outta here? my place is only a few minutes away." you know it isn't smart to say yes, but you want the raven-haired man in your lap to fuck you into another plane. so you nod.

♡ dad toji, who handles you with no mercy the moment the two of you cross the threshold of his door. his hands are all over you, your face, your neck, your back, pressing your body firmly against his own. he quickly discards the jacket around your shoulders - you'd been so turned on when leaving the club early that you didn't even change. you simply threw on a jacket that would cover your skimpy clothes as you left, struggling to keep up with toji in your high heels. your back hits the wall harshly as he's forcing his tongue into your mouth. you lean into the messy kiss, nipples hardening from the kiss and the cold air of his flat. he hikes your leg up, pressing his cock against your cunt, grinding lewdly. "so wet, you're soaking my clothes, too, darlin'" he whispers into your ear. you try to shy away from him, as if the comment had embarrassed you, but toji uses his free hand to grasp your cheeks, making you face him. "keep your eyes on me". his voice is a low, dangerous growl, and you comply.

♡ dad toji, who nearly drags you to his bedroom. you take note of how empty his living space is. there are no pictures, no decorations. it looks as if someone has just moved in, but you don't have time to make any deductions about this before you're being thrown on the bed. toji is on top of you in seconds, handing tracing up your arms, spreading them flat against the bed, and locking hands with you as he continues to kiss you into oblivion. you unconsciously rub your legs together, begging for some sort of relief, and toji laughs breathlessly when he notices. "my pretty girl wants more, hm?" and you nod. "use your words, then. tell me what you want." you look at him in disbelief. you'd been with dominant men before, but they didn't play with their food before devouring it. "tell me, or you'll get nothin'", and you can tell he's dead serious. you muster up your courage to tell him, "i want you..." he cocks his head and grins before leaning close to your ear. "want me to what? finger you? eat you? fuck you? what'd ya want from me? wanna hear you tell me." all of the above. you want him to do all of the above, but you don't think that's the response he wants. "i want you to use me". and that's all it takes for toji's self-control to snap.

♡ dad toji, who's making you hold your knees up as he lap at your soaking cunt, pink panties long gone. his tongue dips in and out of you at a rapid pace as the sound of squelching and your whines fill the room. the whines turn into loan, exasperated moans when two thick fingers find their place knuckle-deep inside of you as his mouth never leaves your clit. you don't know how long you can keep holding up your legs as they're already beginning to shake. toji cocks his head, angling his fingers even deeper and brushing against that sweet, sweet spot inside of you as he continues to lick your clit. pressing a flat tongue against it, using the tip of his tongue to tease you, sucking your clit into his mouth, as his fingers absolutely abuse your insides. you've never met a man like this. when he brings you to your first orgasm, it's so intense, you're not sure you'll be able to continue, but before you can even catch your breath, toji is rising from the spot on the bed where he was kneeling, wiping mouth and licking his fingers, before reaching for the waistband of his pants.

♡ dad toji, whose cock is the biggest you've ever seen. veins protrude, full of blood and arousal as his cock twitches in his hand. "what? ya scared?" you take a deep breath and shake your head, trying to convey some sort of confidence in your response. toji just laughs. "well, then, if you're not scared, then you're gonna be a good girl and take daddy's cock like a champ, right?" daddy? yes. yes, you'll be a good girl for daddy, so long as it's toji. "yes, daddy. i'll be so good". and toji thinks he might be enamoured by you. his hands find purchase on either side of your head, caging you in with no escape. he's so big, looming over you as he leans down to kiss your forehead. it's the kindest thing he's done all night, the only gentleness he's shown you.

♡ dad toji, who guides his cock inside you with little mercy. you find yourself holding your breath as the stretch burns your insides. "breathe" he commands, and you do, in small spurts. his hands find your knees, spreading them further apart for easier entrance. toji grunts. "damn darlin', you're tight. thought i'd worked you open." you try your best to focus on breathing as his cock splits you wide open, and by the time he bottoms out, you're sweating. your hands find his arms, holding onto them for some sort of support as you catch a big breath. he begins to pull out, and then slams his cock back in. in an instant the breath you'd collected is gone. toji begins at a breakneck pace, his cock bullying your cervix with each thrust. you can't help the near-screams that fall from your lips, and toji devours each one, grinning down at you as your grip on his arms get ever-tighter. your cunt grips him like a vice as his pumps in and out of you, over and over, listening to your coos and cries with so much pleasure.

♡ dad toji, who frees one of his arms from your grasp, to find your clit. he rubs small circles around it as he continues thrusting into you like he'll never get the chance to fuck a cunt like this again. your cries turn slowly turn into mindless whines, "please, please, keep going, keep going!" and toji obliges. he leans down, biting down on your neck, imagining what you'd look like pregnant and full with another one of his kids. if it were you, he thinks he just might stick around. you're so perfect. "good, huh, pretty baby? wan' me to keep fuckin' you good?" you nod furiously, nails digging into his arm. he leans down, biting down on your ear and you let out a cry. "wanna stay with me, have my kids?" for a moment, you're caught off guard, but the rhythm of his cock and the way he's stimulating your clit proves to be too much for you to think straight. "yes!" you scream. "yes, give me your kids, please! fill me up, make me yours!", and again, toji obliges you.

♡ dad toji, who was wrung three orgasms from you before he has his first. "wan' me to cum inside you, darlin'? wanna be daddy's girl forever? wanna be a mommy? raise all my kids, hm?" you nod over and over, begging him, "please make me a mommy!" toji's pace quickens as he begins to near his high. he can imagine you now, stuck in his house, round and pregnant with his kids, the whole world knowing that you're his and his alone. the thought alone is enough to make him cum, but the way your cunt is gripping him like a prayer has him going over the edge. "okay, baby, i hear you loud and clear. don't let a single drop go to waste." and you respond with a series of "yes daddy's" as toji cums harshly, fucking his seed even deeper into you. he keeps his cock in you, as your cunt pulses and spasms around him, cumming again. his pretty little stripper. hopefully, his pretty little wife, one day. who says you can't turn a whore into a housewife? toji's sure he can. if it's you, he can. toji, who slowly drags his cock out of you, only to replace it with his fingers. pushing his cum deeper yet into you, and placing a kiss on your lips.

♡ dad toji, who, surprisingly takes good care of you after fucking your brains out. he brings you water, snacks, a towel, but he doesn't let you wipe the cum from yourself, not yet. "we're guaranteed a baby if you keep it in a little longer", and you roll your eyes as he chuckles. "didn't know they had girls like you at that club." he says. you mumble back to him, "didn't know they had patrons like you, either. speaking of, where's my tip?" toji stares blankly at you before laughing. "was the tip you got not good enough, darlin'?" oh, it definitely was, but you still want your money. as he laughs, you notice a scar on his lips. one you haven't noticed all night long. it reminds you shockingly of your father. the one who walked out on you, the one you haven't seen in over a decade. "grab my wallet. it's on the nightstand beside you. just take what you want." you lift your eyebrows in surprise at him, and he shrugs. "you earned it." you don't argue with him, taking the wallet and opening it up.

♡ dad toji, who stares at you confused as you look at the wallet in horror and disbelief. "the hells wrong with you-" he begins, but before he can finish, he's cut off by you holding up the wallet, showing him the sole picture he'd ever had of his daughter. the one he kept with him always, the sole reminder that she was real and somewhere out there. "why do you have a picture of me?"

[l3viat8an]

Mammon waking you up by going down on you (with prev consent ofc) or you waking Mammon up with a BJ >_<

Nsfw!

Honestly thought this posted already- cuz it was supposed to be in queue for Mams birthday jsksjsk

I feel like that would happen all the time after you start dating Mammon! I mean he just can’t get enough of you and it is a rather nice way to wake up~

And really some mornings he gets so needy and you look so sweet laying there next to him that he just can’t keep his hands or lips off of you.

At first Mammon was just planning to kiss you, a few kisses down your neck and chest wouldn’t hurt right?- then he starts going lower, moving your clothes out of the way so he can keep kissing your skin, down across your chest and tummy and somehow he ends up between your legs… oops~

You wake up slowly, your mind groggy with sleep and pleasure as your eyes open and all you can see of your boyfriend is a lump under the covers. But as soon as you wake up and start grinding your hips to meet his face a little harder Mammon grabs your hips to pin you back down. At the same time he lifts his head to look up at you, which makes the covers fall back a bit so you can see his face, (his hair is an absolute mess too but that’s not super important :D) a crooked little smirk on Mammon’s face as he sits up enough to press a few more soft and wet kiss across your tummy. Mumbling out “Mornin’ darlin’.” against your skin before he goes right back to what he was doing- making you cum on his face-

He thinks its cute how you try to prop yourself up a bit on your elbows to look down at him and enjoy the show, chuckling to himself as he sucks on your clit just right, that it has your head rolling back and you have to plop right back down onto the pillows because it felt that good.  After all he knows all your sweet spots.

Neither of you talk much but Mammon would praise you for being so good and cummin’ for him, ya should let him take care of ya more often~

Sooo of course it’s only right that you ‘repay him’ wake him up head the next morning.  

Again not hard Mammon almost always has ‘morning wood’ when you sleep in the same bed.

While you’re under the covers tease his tip a bit -trust me- before taking his cock all the way into your mouth.

As soon as you start Mammon’s awake and you can hear all his breathlessly, little moans of “Yea~” and “Oh fuck, yes darlin’, just like that” I’m telling you he can’t keep his mouth shut- “S-shit- Don’t stop fuck.” and even more, “Please- Yea, like that, faster.”

There is a special something -not quite tenderness but that’s the closest word you can think of- to Mammon in these moments. Even as you have his cock in your mouth, even as he groans under his breath and his legs tense. Even as he grabs a handful of your hair and gently pushes you down a little bit to see if you can take him even further down your throat, he’s not trying to be mean but he loves it when you gag on him. Making him moan even louder “Shit- So fuckin’ g-good treasure.” as he cums down your throat.

Maybe it’s the way he smooths over your hair as you swallow his cum. Or maybe it’s the way he starts to pull you up to lay your head on his chest and wraps his arms around you as tightly as he can immediately after. It’s all done with care, as if you’re the most precious thing in his room. And of course to him you are.

(Although if you wanna tease Mammon a little more instead- sit up before he can pull you up and let the covers pool around you as you make a show of licking the last few drops of his cum off your lips ;))

[girlfictions]

hi hari 💚 i just want to say thank you for never shutting up about palestine and wanted to ask if you were willing to share a little list of where you get your updates/news about the situation (and current events in general)? what sources are the most misinformation-free that you would recommend? i hope you have a lovely day xx

In terms of news sites, I'm really only trusting Al Jazeera's coverage of the situation. I'm also following pages like Times of Gaza and Eye On Palestine. But mainly, I'm following Palestinian citizens/journalists who are sharing live updates: Muhammad Smiry, Hind Khoudary, Motaz Azaiza, Wael Al Dahdouh, Plestia Alaqad, Yara Eid, Ali Jadallah, Abdallah Al Attar, and Mohammed Al Masri and probably a few more I can't remember right now.

If anyone has any other reputable sources that I may have missed please add them to this post.

[ceruark]

Hello! Recent follower but long time fan of your work. I adore how introspective you are with writing characters and how you tend to write the darling/reader, its a very refreshing take on yandere content.

On that note, I was curious if you had any insight or thoughts on how yandere!Aventurine would handle a Darling that rejects his advances, not from a place of distrust but a place of insecurities? Like I imagine it would be entirely possible for someone who is quite capable or self-assured to become overwhelmed by the glamor and brilliance that Aventurine maintains for his carefully crafted facade, esp if its directed at them with romantic intent.

What could you have to offer someone like Aventurine, a man who seemingly has everything he could ever desire? In perspective, it would be extremely humbling and perhaps make Darling feel self-conscious upon consideration, leading them to politely turn down Aventurine's advances and affections in the sake of self-preservation.

yan! aventurine x insecure! gn! reader

wc: 633 cw: yandere themes - obsessive behavior, stalking. a/n: thank you so much for the ask! i'm so sorry i'm answering it so late, but i'm very grateful for your compliments and your ask :> (this got a little suggestive at the very end, hope that's alright!)

Aventurine is incredibly adept at reading people, which makes this situation quite frustrating for him. You’ve always come across as someone secure in your identity—it’s clear in the way you carry yourself, in the way your brilliance takes up the entire room, an outward reflection of the completeness of your character. And he latched onto that immediately, holding the gem that is your personality up and carefully studying each refraction of light, committing the patterns to memory. He’d played his cards just right with you, and had no problem luring you in and getting you right where he wanted you.

So, then, why are you rejecting him? 

Things had been going so well between you two, up until he began flirting with you more openly and gifting you things he knew you wanted, but were out of your budget. He made sure not to lovebomb, of course—it would scare off someone like you, and he couldn’t have that—and he knew that you hadn’t yet discovered his… rather underhanded methods of learning everything about you. 

He knows you, everything has gone perfectly for him, and yet here you are, turning him away.

You’re being painfully sweet about it, too, in the way that you always are, reassuring him in a soft voice that it’s nothing he did, you just don’t think you’re ready for a relationship. You say this, but he can see it in your eyes, see that you want him, too, but for some reason, you’re hesitating. You’re scared.

From your perspective, it’s quite simple, really: Aventurine can do better, and he deserves better, too. He’s an extremely high-ranking member of the IPC, with an unfathomable amount of wealth to his name—what could you possibly offer him? 

You’ve heard countless stories of high-ranking IPC officials using marriage as yet another tool at their disposal, so his advances toward you leave you confused and bewildered. You’re a mere civilian who lives in the capital city of one of the planets he’s been assigned to watch over. You don’t come from wealth or political power, so what does he want from you? 

Not to mention all the risk that would come from being romantically involved with him—what if one of the IPC’s enemies came after you as a means to get him? You do like your head where it is, attached to your neck, and your own safety aside, you don’t like the idea of being seen as Aventurine’s weakness, something that would hold him back.

It takes an incredible amount of willpower for him to not spiral. No, he’s worked too hard for this, and he can’t risk messing things up by abducting you. It would ruin the feelings you so clearly reciprocate, yet refuse to act on, for some reason.

It’s not difficult to pay someone to pull your messaging history and get it cloned to his own device. After digging through conversations with some of your friends, your insecurities are made clear to him, and with them, your reason for rejecting him.

Oh, how he wishes he could coo at you and pull you into a reassuring hug. You’re worried about the fact that you don’t add value to his position in any way? How silly, that’s exactly why he wants you. You’re real, and once you overcome this trivial worry, you’ll be entirely his—not the pawn of some government body, not the IPC’s, but his alone.

No matter—it’s a minor setback. He’ll just have to work harder at showing you just how much he loves you, and that there aren’t any strings attached. His devotion will get through to you one way or another, whether it’s from honey words dripping off his tongue, or from loving every inch of your body with his mouth until you can’t take it anymore.

[dreamingkitsunewrites]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON skull AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know that a certified Skull thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

Hiiiiiiii nonnie,

Me??! Beautiful-Person-skull-award-worthy??!!🥺🥺 Tysm this makes me so emotional 💜 I feel like people are too nice to me sometimes🥺🥺

Sending love back your way💕

[mattsundaes]

Speaking of pillow jumping…bfb iwa guiding you through pillow humping because your shitty boyfriend (at least not as good as iwa) hasn’t been able to get you off, because that way he’s still not crossing a line (he totally is), that way he’s not corrupting you he’s just helping you, it doesn’t count if he doesn’t cum (he’s so hard he can’t see straight and the minute he’s alone he jerks off thinking of the noises you make and the face you make when you cum unable to stop yourself from saying his name)

iwa decides it's better if he positions himself somewhere behind you so he doesn't end up with the image of your face slack-jawed in pleasure while you're masturbating burned into the back of his mind until the end of eternity.

but instead, he's treated to the sight of your sleep shorts fighting a losing battle against the swell of your ass and the outline of your mound as the material rides up further with each movement of your hips.

which is somehow wholly worse as he fights the fucked up urge to tell you it'll feel better if you hump your pillow with no shorts or panties on at all.

which isn't a lie.

but he knows the sight of your bare, swollen pussy lips spread over the corner of the pillow will do him in entirely.

[carbonfiction]

the logan holding you to sleep reblog made me melt bc i’m sick rn and my whole body’s aching so i can’t sleep at all and i’m just thinking of him or frank being super duper pooper gentle and rubbing my hips that are in searing pain and cooing at me or holding my head closer when i make a pained noise 🐳 and my pussy is tender and fucking hurts too help 🥲

Pleeeeaaaaase 🐳nonnie!!! Being sick is so fucking sucky and i hope you feel better soon<3 i send so many lo and frankie hugs, plus heres a lil something bc goood, now im thinking about the way they would both take care of you when you were sick!!

Soothing Sickness, thought's w Logan and Frank! <3

Warnings?: mostly fluffy, mentions of medicine and such, a tinnnnnny smige of smut also- just some soft, fairly undescript, over the pants stuff! <3 masterlist

So, personally I feel like Logan would be much more.. Not quite anxious? But definitely a have that sort of disposition? Especially if you didnt have healing powers/weren't a fellow mutant.

He'd hover by the bed, by the couch, the door- anywhere you are. Half because it puts his mind at ease slightly to know where and how you are at all times, and half so if you need help at all; a drink, a snack, another blanket, literally just staggering to the bathroom, He is there and ready!!

Logan is the best at keeping you distracted too- in fact he will even bargain with you to stay in bed. "Nah cmon baby, gotta stay n' rest, ain't gonna feel better if you're staggerin about for everyone" and he does a have a point.. But perhaps you feel guilty about being stuck still in bed, like its not fair on those around you for you to be so inconvenient. Which is complete rubbish So logan breaks out the big guns.. Well.. books.

"How bout this, you stay in bed n' I'll stay.. Read you whatever you want. Hell, ill think about throwin in some cuddles if your good" with a stupid little smirk bc he knows hes got you- knows you will never turn down a cuddle with him no matter how bad you feel (you'd admitted something about feeling special that he feels safe enough with you to indulge in physical contact a while back and he swears it healed something inside him) or the soothing rumble of his voice. Those big hands of his rubbing over your skin, trying to ease the physical aches your body is feeling.

And if you began to get squirmy? A little warm and a little needy from having been enveloped by his scent for so long.. Well, he's gonna take care of that too. "What's the matter, not feelin sick are ya?" instead youd shake your head slowly, a soft sniffle filling his ears. "hurts.. " and the poor guy would practically be sniffling out whats wrong with you like an alert dog, checking everything until you all but tug his arm down beneath the sheets with a tiny whimper of struggle. "Whatcha doin with my- oh.. Oh i get it.. Poor babys all achey down there too? You need me to make it better honey 's that it?" logan would murmer, feeling over the soft fabric of both your panties and sleepwear. You'd stop him as he shifted to move them, to gather direct contact, instead putting his paw like hand back over the layers. "Hurts.. But sensitive.."

With a kiss pressed to your head in understanding hes rubbing slow circles on your clit over your clothes, providing just enough friction to build pleasure in your gut. Warm and fuzzy headed he guides you to orgasm, gasping softly into his neck. "Thats my girl, my pretty baby, did go good f''me. I know.. I know thats better huh?" as you you begin to drift off against him. Thoroughly taken care of.

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Whereas our Frankie is a little more.. Prepared? Perhaps even clinical in a way. Every few hours hes plying you with medicine and warm tea for your throat, something like honey/lemon or camomile when he sees the way you refuse to sleep in favor of trying to push through.

"Aint gotta be doin laundry right now sweetheart, should be in bed." rumbled low beside your ear as he leans down, grasping a half folded shirt from your hands- too tired to protest physically.

"Gotta get it done frankie.." you try, only to hear him sigh- feel the weight of his hands begining to massage at your aching shoudlers. You stop and revel in the feeling for a moment, grumbling at the lick of pain that comes with the knots rubbed free.

Moments later you blink, trying to comprehend the fact your now off your feet and in franks arms- those hands now supporting your thighs as he carries you from the pile of laundry to the couch. Depositing you with a soft oomph! as he moves to grab at the blanket across the back.

Once sufficiently swaddled with it hes padding to the kitchen, coming back with tea; camomile if you had to guess despite not really being able to taste or smell it, and a few flu pills. Ready to get you comfortable for a nap so he can go finish the laundry you'd been trying to achive.

Except, frank doesn't get that far.

"Don' go.." he hears you sniffle pitifully, a soft hand grabbing at his forearm as he tries to walk away. Your expression filled with exhaustion that tugs at Frank's heart.

"Thought you wanted the laundry done sweetheart?"

"Mhm..Later" youd grumble, tugging again at him. "please.." The plea tugs at his heartstrings, sad and sniffley. Your eyes, filled with a sense of vulnerability, drooping the longer you peer up at him.

Frank sighs, resolve crumbling almost instantly as he sits himself down. "Alright, alright, my girl needs me huh?" you nod and his lips twitch into something like a smile. Large body open wide as he shifts to lie back against the arm of the couch. you begin to crawl your blanketed form ontop of his chest, legs between his. "Yeah, you come cuddle on up, atta girl, get all comfy"

You remain like that for a while, grumbling soft, contented sounds as his hands rub at your sore body. Shoudlers, lower back, your hips, massaged with gentle yet firm enough intent for him to think you fallen asleep if the soft puffs of your breath ment anything.

That is, until he feels you begin to rock over his sweatpant clad thigh. A broken, near Inauble sound pressing into his neck. The hands soothing over your sore hips drift up to sit at your waist with a careful squeeze. "Hey.. Hey sweetheart, whatcha doin there huh? Suposed to be nappin"

But your soft movements dont stop, the slow gentle rocks catching your core just right to feel good in your sleepy state. "Need.. Jus' wanna feel good.. Please.." you murmer into his skin, head not even lifting from the crook of his neck where you huff.

A thousand thoughts go through franks mind, most how he should stop you and get you resting. How he should be soothing you to sleep instead. But the broken, pitiful sounds you let out besides his ear makes Frank think otherwise.

So, as he always does when it comes to you, he gives in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You got me sweetheart, not goin anywhere. Alright, shhh, i know. you hump away yeah? Hump that nasty feelin away sweetheart. Do whatcha need"

And you do, guided by his hands on your waist and the growing heat in your fluttering tummy. You hump at his leg in soft rocks until your own legs tremble and lips part in a quiet gasp. Shattering with a fuzzy mind and a throbbing clit.

"Oh there you go.. There it is.. Atta girl." frank coos, lips still pressing kisses to your skin as you grip him tightly. A large hand slipping to rub up and down you back soothingly. "Feelin a lil better now?"

Theres a soft mumble at fills his ears in response , arms nice and tight around you as you snuggle further into his chest. Eyes finally fluttering shut as the combination of your orgasm, the tea and medication kick in. "Yeah.. You take that nap while your all nice n' fuzzy. I gotcha."

Sigh.. Sigh i need them guys. I need them so fucking bad its not even funny.

[satorucci]

love your big bro satoru fic!!! :) are you planning a part 2?

big brother satoru pt. 2 <3

♡ cw: incest, pining, slight breeding kink, choking, soft dom gojo, manipulation, slight dumbification, reader is a bit more of a minx than satoru might've thought :o

♡ currently listening to: pyramids - frank ocean

♡ nonnie note: thank you, nonnie!!! and thank you for submitting this ask! i wasn't sure if i would do a pt. 2 for this, but i ended up getting reallyyyy into the writing zone, so it's kind of long :o i hope you enjoy, and thank you for your support! have a lovely day/night mwah!

♡ author's note: remember kids, this is fictional! if you haven't read pt. 1, just click the link to read! dark content ahead!

MDNI

♡ big brother satoru, who, after sending you that ambiguous text is absolutely on edge. he's satoru gojo, the man whose never begged and asked for anything in his life. whether it be money or women, it's always been thrown at him, yet, here he is begging his shining, perfect, slutty little sister for a crumb of what he feels he may never be able to have.

♡ big brother satoru, who waits for your response for what seems like hours, cock hard and leaky, for some reason, only growing with anticipation. his phone, laying beside him, is quickly snatched up when he hears the ding! that must mean you've gotten back to him. hopefully, it's the video. hopefully, you're surrendering yourself over to him. surely, you know he's the one who can truly satisfy you. instead, his face drops at the message he receives. "were you listening to us?", and suddenly the satoru gojo doesn't know how to respond. he takes only a moment to figure out his response, not wanting to give you time to dwell on the fact that he eavesdropped on you fucking your boyfriend into oblivion, cock in hand, and cum all over himself.

♡ big brother satoru, who responds to his little sister with, "i wasn't listening, i could hear you from across the house." your response comes quickly. "let's say that is the case, it doesn't justify you asking for the video. stop being a creep, satoru." and his hopes are swiftly crushed. he can only respond with a consolation, "i was just kidding! you've known me for 18 years, you should know i'm not serious", and your follow-up response never comes. satoru has found himself soft, once again.

♡ big brother satoru, who ends his winter break on quite a sour note with you. when parting from your family, you refuse to look him in the eye, and you only give him a sorry half-hug as a parting gift. on your way out the door, your parents stand behind you waving as they send you back off to your respective colleges, and satoru thinks this is the perfect time to initiate a conversation with you. "hey, when are you gonna talk to me again?" he asks. "ya know i was just kidding about all that video stuff." your response is a cold shrug, and you never once meet his eyes. for once in his life, satoru gojo may have lost.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that ever since the initial text he sent to you, asking for your sex tape, you've been avoiding him like the plague only because you want to send the video. it's abnormal. it's an abomination to want your brother to see you in such a state, to see you performing such acts. the siblings you've either met or been introduced to through satoru who seemed even slightly weird, were always met with "woah, no wonder he can't get a girl. he totally wants to fuck his sister, yuck", or, "whew, she certainly has a boyfriend already. look at how she's all over her brother. gross." and then your big brother had sent a text about it all being a big joke. you'd spent time actually debating on sending him the video, only to second guess yourself and send a circumstantial text instead, to which satoru confirmed it was only a joke.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know how badly you've missed him while you've been away at college. it all started when you would show your new friends pictures of your family, and everyone's eyes immediately drifted to satoru. beautiful cerulean eyes, stark white hair, a tall, muscular frame. everyone always told you how lucky you were to have such a hot brother, everyone always asked, "is he single", and each time, a small fire of annoyance started in the pit of your belly. i know all this already, you would think, he's my brother. but only your brother, so why did you try so hard to stop others from getting to know him?

♡ big brother satoru, who has no clue that you jealously think of all the women he's fucked as you lay in your dorm room late at night. you've never brought any of them home as something serious, but you remember the nights your parents would be out and he'd bring home random hook-ups, which, in your childhood, was simply an annoyance. the random women he would bring home while you sat in your bedroom, movie ready to play and watch with satoru, would always fuck up your plans to hangout with your brother. sometimes you thought they were more important than you.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that you lost your virginity in college out of spite. you wanted to see what was so good about sex that your brother could abandon you on movie nights to hook-up with some cheap woman he found in god-knows-where. the night you lose your virginity, it still doesn't make sense to you, not from your perspective anyway. the guy had wanted to fuck you since he'd laid eyes on you at your college campus. you figured he'd be the perfect one to ensnare in your trap. it hadn't been a pleasant experience, not for you. it hurt, and your bedsheets were stained with drops of blood. it was all-too cramped in the tiny dorm bed to really do anything of special note. it was simple missionary with a guy who obviously didn't have much experience, but the look on his face - oh the look on his face was priceless. he was so eager, so desperate, so entranced in you that he could barely control himself. maybe, you thought, this is why satoru does it.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that you went through quite a few... "trial and errors" during your first few months of college, constantly seeking out that face from men. flushed cheeks, eyes brimming with tears, men who would beg and plead for just a single taste of you. you found yourself thinking of satoru each and every time you laid in bed with a man. wondering what his face looked like in the moments he was buried deep inside another woman- your brother. you had to always remind yourself, he was your brother. not an ex to get back at, or some guy who'd majorly scorned you - just your brother.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that, when you finally started to enjoy the physical aspect of sex, you started imagining his face beneath you each time. you tried your best to stop, to tell yourself that they were just intrusive thoughts (and your ears burned each time, maybe someone else was thinking the same), and that it would resolve once you went home for winter break and actually interacted with your brother. maybe, you just needed satoru to be annoying enough that you forgot all about him during these intimate moments. still, it didn't help the first time you called one of your random one-night stands by your brother's name. he swiftly left after that, walking through your dorm door wondering, "who the fuck is satoru?"

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that he's left you in an even worse state after you return to college from winter break. all you can think about are those text messages. what if you had sent that video instead of questioning how he knew about it? would he have called you a weirdo? would he have labeled you as one of those people who really wants to sleep with their sibling? would he have used the video, admired it?

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't text you much during your second semester of college. your birthday is quickly approaching, along with spring break, and you know that you'll be seeing your brother. you bite your lip anxiously every day, wondering what the interactions with him will be like. communication between the two of you has been so scarce, you can't imagine that it won't be awkward when you meet again. so, you decide to send him a text to clear the air. "hey, i know we haven't spoken much, but when we come home for spring break, i just want things to be normal. i don't think you're weird or anything... and i'm not mad at you. i just want my big brother back."

♡ big brother satoru, whose heart (and cock) ache when he sees your message come through. you just want your big brother back? something about the messages makes him pine for you even more. he, too, wants his little sister back, but not only in the way you do. satoru, who has been finding girls on campus who share striking similarities with you and fucking them ruthlessly into the mattress, doesn't know how he's going to go home and look at you with a straight face. when he can't find someone who looks even minutely like you, he picks up girls who don't mind being fucked from behind, and he imagines that it's you. he knows it's supposed to be wrong, but if it's him, the satoru gojo thinking it, doing it, it can't be wrong... right?

♡ big brother satoru, who responds to your text precociously, simply saying, "i love you, everything will be fine. i miss you, too".

♡ big brother satoru, who sees you again during spring break. you're another year older, and this time, you don't hesitate to meet his eyes or to run into his arms when you see him. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him, and my god, you smell so good. this time, there's no boyfriend with you, no tight dress, it's simply you - and he can't stand that he can't have you.

♡ big brother satoru, who during the beautiful spring season, tries to spend as much time as possible with you. he finds that you've changed just a bit. the awkward, weird girl he grew up with was now attracting the attention of passersby constantly - men always looking you up and down in the pretty little sundresses and skirts you wore. your personality had become more bubbly during your time in college. you'd become a real catch, and every time satoru thought of this, it made his heart ache in the worst way possible. some day, you would make someone very happy... and it wouldn't be him.

♡ big brother satoru, who catches himself staring at the plush of your thighs frequently when the two of you are alone. or staring at your cleavage, tits pressed tight against whatever piece of clothing you were wearing. he noticed that you preferred low-cut tops and tiny skirts, and he wondered, sometimes, if it was to purposefully draw the attention of others. other times, he wondered if it was simply because this was who you were.

♡ big brother satoru, who is completely oblivious to the fact that you wear these cute little getups just for him. ever since his first suspicious text, you've wondered if he'd have the gall to make a move. you find yourself wanting him to make a move. your brother has always been attractive, you've known this because you've watched friend after friend fall in love with his shining blue eyes and charming attitude, but it's only been recently that you've started to see it for yourself. satoru, who doesn't know that, sometimes, late at night, you touch yourself as you think of him. fingers circling your clit and working your insides haphazardly, wishing it was him doing it to you instead. spring break is coming to an end, and you're beginning to wonder if the lingering gazes you catch and the close brushes of his hand are just a figment of your imagination. you wonder, how would he react if you took it upon yourself to make a move on him? would he pull away? be disgusted? a part of you fantasizes that he'd lean into your touch, show you what it was like to be with the satoru gojo.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't know that you've hatched a plan to clarify his intentions, what he wants from you - if anything. three days before spring break comes to a close, you find yourself nestled in satoru's bed - nothing unusual. the two of you sit in comfortable silence after discussing mundane things such as classwork and upcoming schedules, how totally disinterested you both are in going back to your respective campuses. breaking the silence, you turn around to face satoru, who is lying on his side under the covers, face buried in his phone. "did i ever tell you why me and that guy broke up?" satoru turns to face you, the light from his phone illuminating his brilliant features. "no, you didn't. i didn't want to ask 'cause i thought it might make you all emotional". you grimace and shake you head. "no, i wouldn't have gotten emotional over it. he totally overstepped his boundaries."

♡ big brother satoru, who raises an eyebrow, interest piqued when he discovers that your ex-boyfriend made you uncomfortable in some manner. had he hurt you? had he laid his hands on you? "the fuck did he do?" satoru asks, turning off the phone screen and setting it down. the only light in the room comes from satoru's outdated and totally-not-in-style led lights that bathe the room in a light blue, almost the same color as his eyes. "he said he didn't wanna be with a girl that seemed more interested in her brother", you huff out a laugh, satoru's expression of confusion not lost on you. "what?" he sounded as though he was in disbelief, and you simply nod. "mhm. he said i talked about you way too much. said that winter break was weird because i was always asking him to hang out with you, but he never wanted to." satoru's entire body flips over, and he's so close to you now, you can feel the heat of his body emanating across the small gap between the two of you. "you didn't tell him about that text i sent you?" he asks. you shake your head and laugh. "why would i tell him about that? he was already suspicious. that would've made him think there was definitely something going on with us." satoru takes a moment to think. "hm..." he sighs deeply, as if contemplating something serious. "so the text wasn't what made it weird over winter break? it was your boyfriend?"

♡ big brother satoru, who is completely caught off guard when you answer his last question. "no, that didn't make it weird. you're my big brother, i share everything with you. i always have. i don't think showing you a little clip of a sex tape would be weird. not unless you made it weird. then again, you are known to make things kind of-" satoru cuts you off suddenly. "then show me." satoru, who is so entranced in the idea of watching you get railed, doesn't notice you biting your lip in anticipation. he's biting the bait. "you sure?" you ask. suddenly, the atmosphere in the room becomes tense in the same way it does before you know you're about to hookup with someone. that intensity that is born from a mutual lust between two people, whether it be pure biological instinct, or simply circumstantial. satoru nods, "maybe i can give you some tips since i'm such a great brother."

♡ big brother satoru, who is so, so thankful that your parents went to bed a long time ago. satoru, who is so thankful that their bedroom is on the other side of the large house they live in. satoru, who is so thankful that your parents can't hear your screams coming through the video that is playing on your phone. your ex-boyfriend was filming you from behind, delivering backshots that satoru found subpar, but he can't deny that seeing your wrists encircled by your ex's free hand and held behind your back as he delivers deep strokes is turning him on in a way he's never felt before. he wants so badly to see your face. why the fuck did this jerk only get an angle from the back??? satoru's eyes widen at the way your back arches, the moans that spill from your lips, and the pleas of "please, keep fucking me!" it's all too much for him. satoru gojo has never once in his life wanted to be anyone other than himself - at this very moment, he wants nothing more than to be your ex-boyfriend. to be anyone you've ever fucked.

♡ big brother satoru, who chokes up when you say, "what? cat got your tongue?" as you pause the video and tuck your phone away. he sighs, completely frustrated and absolutely pent-up. he can't let you see the hard-on that's raging in his pajama bottoms. yes, this is supposed to be nothing more than an educational moment between siblings. he's supposed to give you some sort of feedback, tell you something that could be improved on, tell you- "he sucks at fucking. and filming." and satoru mentally slaps himself. never in his life has he been this flustered. "oh, and how would the great satoru gojo improve this performance?" you ask. "for starters, i'd have you in a position where i could film your face. your my sister, so you're the absolute cutest. secondly, his rhythm is just... off. and he's not doing much for you other than just going in and out. i can't imagine that's actually grade-a sex." you chuckle and bit and nod. "yeah, it wasn't the best. i just made a lot of noise so that he'd feel good about himself. honestly, i could've had my face buried in my phone the entire time and that likely would've made it more interesting." there's a tense silence between the two of you. it lasts for a long moment and neither of you like it. satoru shifts slightly in the bed, and you snuggle deeper into the sheets, trying to hide your face. "you should show me." your voice is quiet as you make the request. you don't meet satoru's eyes, as you're sure he's confused. you couldn't handle it if you looked into his eyes and saw disgust.

♡ big brother satoru, who stares at you in disbelief. "show you what, exactly?" he asks. your face is still buried in the covers, so he can't read your expressions - can't tell if you're playing a cruel joke on him to get back at him. "ugh, show me how it's done properly, stupid. you are my brother, you're supposed to be some sort of guiding light in my life, right?" satoru is quickly melting into your words, but he needs to see your face before he does anything. he needs to know this isn't a joke. before you can react, he's ripped the covers from your face - your flushed face, cheeks red, pupils blown, lips quivering, the expression that has been the ire of each and every orgasm he's had since you ran off to college. "tell me you want me to, and i will. I'll show you everything."

♡ big brother satoru, who after hearing your shy confirmation, has you on your back in mere seconds, ripping your pajama bottoms off in an instant. he's nestled himself between your legs near the edge of the bed, and "holy shit, satoru, slow down-" he's already spreading your legs wide for him as you tell him to slow his pace. he's pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, lifting one up and throwing it over his shoulder before biting the inside, causing a whine to bubble up and spill out of your mouth. "nu-uh, can't slow down. not when you're right in front of me looking like this." his hands glide gently along your legs as he continues to press kisses to your thighs, imagining all the nasty things he's going to do to you, his perfect little sister.

♡ big brother satoru, who throws your other leg over his free shoulder, kneeling down low, low, lower, his mouth meeting your clothed apex. he stares up at you - you, biting your lip, trying to contain your moans. "don't hold it in now, sweet girl." his voice is sing-songy, and you wonder if this is the voice he uses on the other women he devours. "mom and dad are sleeping, so i wanna hear everything you have to give me." you release the grip on your lips, blushing as satoru gently rubs his mouth against your clothed cunt. you're already soaked. when did you become like this? when he hitched your thigh over his shoulder? when you were showing him the video? satoru, who doesn't know you've been wet since the moment you stepped into his room, fully intent on fucking him if he'd give you the honor. satoru, who fully places his mouth on the fabric of your panties, causing you to let out a gasp. his tongue moves masterfully up and down the fabric, his tongue dragging against your clit as you buck your hips into his mouth. his hands moved from where they're perched on your thighs to roughly grip your hips. he flattens his tongue against your cunt, lapping up every bit of juice that spills from your underwear, and it's not enough. not for either of you.

♡ big brother satoru, who slides your underwear to the side, allowing his mouth free access to your soaking cunt. he uses his tongue like a bonafide slut, dipping in and out of you rhythmically, thumb circling your clit as his free hand tries to hold your hips down, but he finds it hard to fight against the way you're bucking up against his mouth so vigorously. moans are spilling freely from your lips as you sink into a pleasure you've not experienced before. your ex never ate you out, he always said it "wasn't his thing". instead, your big brother takes care of you, teaches you about things you haven't experienced. and satoru just loves the way you ride his face. he could die like this. his family could hold the wake in this bed, and he'd be perfectly content. your cunt tastes heavenly, and suddenly he realizes why so many wars have been fought over women. satoru sucks on your clit gently, causing your knees to push together, squeezing his head between the fat of your thighs, and he swears his cock is twitching harder than it has all night. still, he wants more. he wants more for himself, and for you. he uses a free hand to push one of your knees away and he can feel your leg shaking. his mouth leaves your cunt only for a moment, and he gazes up at you, mouth glistening with your slick and juices. "want more, baby?"

♡ big brother satoru, who crooks his fingers deep inside of you as he continues to switch between circling your clit with his tongue and suck on it with his plush lips. you're a mess. legs shaking, moans and whines spilling from you constantly. again, he finds himself so thankful that only the two of you are awake. his middle and ring finger move inside of you, constantly brushing against a spot that causes you lose your sanity. your hips move on their own, smashing your cunt against his mouth, riding his fingers to your first orgasm, and itsallsomuchatonce. your hand finds its way to satoru's hair, gripping tightly as you cum in his mouth, on his fingers, hardly able to catch your breath as the tight coil in your lower stomach snaps viciously. and satoru doesn't stop. he gives you no reprieve. he continues eating you through your orgasm, the pain you experience from the overstimulation converging with the immense pleasure you're getting as you're coming down from your first high. "s-satoru, i-i can't, w-wait-" but he doesn't. your big brother continues his crusade of your cunt, sucking on your clit and fingering you at a rapid pace, hitting that same spot over and over and over - and you're cumming once again.

♡ big brother satoru, who when he emerges from your cunt, looks absolutely demolished. his hair is a mess of white strands, some sticking up from the way you've pulled and tugged on his hair, and some plastered to his face from a mix of sweat and your juices. you're so spent. you don't think you can continue, until your sweet big brother leans close to your ear, "you can keep going, can't you, pretty girl? wanna give me another one? this time on my cock." and suddenly, you can't breathe again. satoru presses a soft kiss to your cheek, running his thumb across your cheekbone, and how could you possibly say no?

♡ big brother satoru, who, looming above you, frees his cock from his pajama pants, before completely tugging your panties off. he motions for you to sit up and you comply. you raise you arms as satoru tugs your shirt off, as well, throwing it across the room. you didn't wear a bra, being that you were just lounging around the house. you didn't wear a bra, because you'd hoped that you might end up in this position with satoru, anyway. but you'd be lying if you said that the way he stares at your naked body didn't make you self-conscious. his eyes roam freely across your body, taking in the sight, memorizing every dip and curve of you, committing all of it to memory because he doesn't know if he'll ever get to see it again, though he prays he does. you move to cover your breasts, and squeeze your thighs together, concealing your most intimate areas, and in an instant, satoru is pulling your knees apart, planting himself firmly between them, before he reaches for your arms. "nuh-uh, pretty girl. i wanna see everything. you're too pretty to be playing hard-to-get with me. i might just lose my mind if you start restricting me now. look at what you've done to me." satoru takes ones of your hands, guides it to his rock-hard cock, and wraps your hands around it. his face is flushed, he looks so fucked out and he hasn't even put the tip in. you look down, really examining what he's working with for the first time since he's pulled his cock out, and your breath catches in your throat. how is that going to fit??? his cock is massive, prominent veins throbbing as his cock twitches in your hand. his balls sit pretty right under the base of his cock, full of cum that he's ready to absolutely fill you with. "wanna keep goin'?"

♡ big brother satoru, who gently lays you down on your back, fluffing the pillows around you as he prepares to enter you. before he gets a chance you protest, "wait! i'm the only one completely naked... a little unfair, don't ya think?" satoru laughs heartily and sits back on his thighs. "oh, ya wanna see what's underneath? undress me, then." of course, he isn't going to make it easy. you lean up, motioning for him to raise his arms up, and he complies. you tug at his shirt, and he helps you by wiggling out of the fabric because he's positively too tall for you to undress him by yourself. and of course, he's a greek god underneath his shirt, as well. he's all muscle and ripples and he looks like a marble carving. it's completely unfair. "you can touch, if you want." he leans in close to your ear, licking a trail up the side of your neck. "i want you to." your hands find themselves trailing up and down his solid abs, eyes entranced by just how beautiful your brother really is. no wonder he's had his fair share of women. but you don't want to think about them. you would like to imagine you're the only woman he's thinking of at this moment - at any moment. as your hands roam his chest, he leans down to kiss you gently on the lips, his tongue asking politely for entry into your mouth, and you grant him this. satoru, whose hands cup your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples as he continues to kiss you, slowly coercing you back to lying flat on your back.

♡ big brother satoru, who continues to kiss you as he lines his cockhead up with you entrance. he stretched you as much as he could with his fingers, but he knows it's still going to hurt. he presses little kisses along your jawline, taking a moment to look into your eyes lovingly before pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "you ready? 's gonna hurt a little. just hold onto me." satoru lifts his head and uses his hand to grasp his cock as he guides it to your entrance, his other arm caging you in on one side of your head. you do as he says, and grab onto his arm, mentally preparing for him to enter.

♡ big brother satoru, who kisses your breathless moans away as he enters you slowly. your face is screwed up and contorted in discomfort at the slow burn that envelops you as his cock splits you wide open. "doin' so good, pretty girl. my pretty girl. always been my pretty girl." he whispers quiet affirmations into your ear over and over, inch by inch, until he finally bottoms out in you. your grip on his arm is a vice as he gives you time to adjust to the cock that's absolutely gaping you. you swear you can feel it in your stomach, as his cockhead presses gently against your cervix. "you ready?" he aks, and you nod, a singular tear gathering at your waterline. satoru wastes no time wiping it away and kissing your cheek.

♡ big brother satoru, who moves slowly at first, still letting you adjust despite the primal urge to fuck you senseless into the mattress. his own breath becomes ragged as he struggles to contain his excitement, his eagerness. this is what he's wanted for the past year. satoru gojo isn't used to not obtaining the things he wants within a matter of days, yet he's waited a full year to make you his, and his cock twitches at the thought. his thrusts are deep and slow in the beginning, and your fingernails leave half-moon prints in his arm. your head is turned to the side as you mentally fortify yourself against the pain of his cock splitting you in two. it's when his free hand reaches down to circle your clit that the pain begins to turn into an undeniable pleasure. "ah! yes, like that!" you give him praise through instruction, and satoru grins. his hips begin to move quicker, his pace becoming a steady rhythm as he fucks in and out of you meticulously, doing his best to make sure he doesn't hurt you.

♡ big brother satoru, who, cock twitching inside of you, loses his sanity when he hears you whisper, "harder, satoru, please", and he absolutely obliges you. his pace quickens, the arm you were grasping finds you thigh and hitches it over his shoulder before gripping your hips and bringing them down to viciously meet the base of his cock. the scream you let out makes satoru sure that your parents are going to wake up, but the electric feeling going through you is one you have no control over. satoru takes control of your hips, slamming you into his cock repeatedly as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll and you writhe underneath him, begging him for more, begging him not to stop. at this point, you swear he's in your guts. each and everytime he slams you down on his cock, his cockhead bullies your cervix, veins of his cock brushing against that same spot that brought you over the edge when he was fingering you. he fucks into you at the pace of a madman, and when you look at him, leg thrown over his shoulder, hands on your hips, you can see how fucked-out he is. his pupils are blown so wide you'd think he'd taken drugs. his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

♡ big brother satoru, who removes his hands from your hips, slips his cock out of you for only a second, and manhandles you so that you're on your side. he throws your leg back over his shoulder before slipping right back in and this time, you're seeing stars as he pounds into you over and over with no mercy. his hand rests on your hip, still guiding you down on his cock and he pistons into you at a breakneck pace. you can't help the screams that spill from your lips as he fucks you into oblivion. "please! satoru, please, please don't stop! 's so good! please, your cock is so good!" and satoru can see it in your eyes - you're a goner. you're so fucked-out, you can barely think. the only thing you can think of is another orgasm being ripped from you. the only thing you can think of is your brother wrapping his hand around your pretty little throat and ramming you over and over. so, you take matters into your own hands. you frantically reach for his hand that's on your hip, bringing it to your throat, and encouraging him to press down. the look in his eyes is one you'll never forget. sinister.

♡ big brother satoru, who, as he chokes you, realizes his perfect, sweet little sister truly has become a minx. he chokes you, cutting off your screams as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. your cunt pulses and spams around him as he bring you to yet another orgasm that he continues fucking you through. you try to move your hips away from him, but he simply chases you down. "nu-uh, don't run away from me, pretty girl." he leans down, his hand wrapping around your chin so that he can force you to look at him as he fucks into you. he's so close, so very close. and he wants to look into your eyes when he cums. "'m close, pretty, where do ya want it?" and you can barely think. you can barely see, but you're being entranced by the beautiful blue eyes in front of you. you weren't lucky enough to get those eyes. maybe your kids would. "i-inside! wan' you to cum inside, please, satoru, please!" and satoru, momentarily shocked, gathers himself quickly as his cock twitches furiously and balls begin to tighten. "inside, huh? i'll take responsibility, then." and satoru, hand wrapped around your pretty throat, cums hard, his orgasm hitting him like a bolt of lightning. every bit of breath in his lungs escapes as he spills everything he has into you.

♡ big brother satoru, who takes such good care of you afterward. your legs are still shaking, unable to stand on your own two feet, satoru brings you everything you could want. water, food, a washcloth, and a towel. he carefully cleans you, demanding you simply lay back and let him do the work since he "wrecked" you. you don't even argue with his cocky praise of himself. he did, in fact, wreck you. your mind is blank for nearly an hour after your last orgasm. so, this was the power of the great satoru gojo. "so, d'ya learn anything?" he asks. you take a deep breath, eyes staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. "i learned a lot. i learned that getting head is one of the greatest gifts on earth." satoru makes a sour face. "only from me." and then his expression turns into one of shock. "wait! your boyfriend never ate you out?" you shake your head in denial and satoru gasps, as if offended. "what a fucking loser. if i died with you riding my face, i'd die a happy man." you look over and him and giggle. "oh, shut up. it can't be that good." satoru clucks his tongue. "nu-uh, sis, it really was that good. my feedback for you is that: i think there are a lot more things i could teach you. though, you seem to be all in-the-know on the whole choking front. didn't know you were already kind of freaked-out."

♡ big brother satoru, who sees more than a glimpse of hope when you give him feedback on his own performance. "ya know, i think next time, you should really pull out the camera. a real athlete always watches their footage back." and satoru gives no argument.

[l3viat8an]

Hey I’m back on my Diavolo and thigh riding shit. 

So if you would imagine with me,,,

sitting on the sofa with Dia and you two are making out and it’s getting hot so he pulls you into his lap so you can straddle him and you stop for a sec, biting your lip and now he knows what you want. He opens his legs and lets you climb on one thigh, he’s gripping your hips and guiding you as you grind down on his muscular thigh and your whimpering and he’s hard then he gently bounces his leg and squeezes your hips as you move quicker and cum in your panties 

dunno if I have a sign off yet so just call me “Dia anon” ;-) 

Nsfw!

Thigh riding with Dia is a weakness for me omll Like I’m imagining-

CW; thigh riding duh, spanking at the end. oh ‘n the reader wearing a skirt! But it’s only mentioned once jskjs

Grinding on Diavolo’s thigh, slowly at first, your skirt bunching up around your waist as your fingers get tangled in his hair, exchanging messy kisses back and forth between you two. his hands gripping your hips, guiding you, rocking your hips just a little faster and bouncing his knee up just right so it’s rubbing against the growing wet spot on your underwear.

not to mention the way you’re straddling his leg means your knee keeps brushing against his hard cock and every time he guides you hips it’s as if he’s pulling you closer-

your body already feels like it’s on edge from neediness as your orgasm approaches faster then you expect. the kisses stop as you shift a little, pressing your face into his neck now sucking and biting marks into his neck, moaning against his skin. 

the steady bouncing of his knee helps push you closer and closer to your orgasm. your little moans getting louder, your fingers still tangled in his hair tug a letter harder as your legs shake as you cum on his thigh.

when you catch your breath and start to sit up, to pull away Diavolo pulls you right back in chuckling, “you made a mess, darling. you know what happens now.” he pats his lap and you sigh, moving from sitting on his thigh to laying over his lap. the wet spot on his pant leg now under your stomach. and he chuckles again, rubbing his palm over your ass, before giving it a test first, almost playful slap. you don’t even try to hide your moan- and Diavolo knows how much you enjoy this part too, saying, “oh this is going to be fun~” as he lifts his hand to give your ass another slap…

[cyber333angel]

I love ur work sm 😻 errrrr can i req something abt Logan with a young reader who loves wearing tiny clothing?!? micro skirts/shorts, cropped tees/tanks (y2k queeeeen) and like he is very much aware of the generation gap lol but he just can’t help but look at all THAT!!!!! U just look so pretty with ur perfect glitter pink nails and shiny lipgloss that u got him thinking nasty perverted thoughts around you! he is lowk down bad and wade can’t help but poke fun at him it OK that’s all

definitely omg!! im thinking that whenever you and logan met he tried not to focus on your clothes and how much skin it exposed because he knew it was wrong to think of you in that way —with him being 200 years older than you and all. he couldn’t help it obviously, seeing your ass peek out under your mini skirt and just how tempting you were every time you lightly flirted with him. you could just be walking in front of him and logan can’t help but have his eyes glued to your ass, not even paying attention to how wade was catching on. snapping out of it when wade makes a joke of how hypnotized he is by the sways of your hips, “woah there big boy, stare any longer and there won’t be any ass for the rest of us to look at.” earning a very threatening look and denials like from logan.

when the two of you start dating the staring doesn’t stop either, it’s more that since your his now he doesn’t only have to look he could grab it whenever he wants. all of the time, like in the morning when your fixing something to eat in your oversized shirt and panties, he would come up behind you grabbing at your waist, breast just touching all over you. all the places he used to only stare at and have uncontrollable thoughts of becoming his was a great feeling. he also doesn’t care for the pda, wanting to show off what’s his in her pretty outfits. and he definitely doesn’t mind when you do it too, he loves when you grab his biceps and hold them or just admire chest. he loves all parts of you, all the pink, the fashion — he’s just glad to have his pretty girl in his life.

[suugarbabe]

Hey I love your fics sm!

Could you do a fic where either Theo,Fred, or Matteo (you pick) are pining after reader. Like how James does for Lily. Constantly asking reader out and trying to get their attention but they thinks he’s joking and doesn’t actually like them.

either fem reader or nb.

yes yes yes how cuuuute; I picked matty baby :)

After a few weeks of rejection, you’d figured he’d let up, maybe just move on and try someone else. But Mattheo Riddle was nothing if not persistent.

It had started off simple really, him just walking up to you in the great hall one afternoon, making the long trek across the room to the Hufflepuff table, clearing his throat to get your attention. It was startling to see him and his mop of dark brown curls looking softer than usual, a tender yet confident smile on his lips.

Some of the others at your table were easily swooned, but you were suspicious. “What are you doing over here?” the question slipping from your lips maybe a little more harshly than you had originally intended. But your tone of reply didn’t seem to matter, as all Mattheo needed was your undivided attention to begin speaking. “I was wondering if you wanted to study for the charms exam with me, maybe like a little study date?”

Date? He was joking, right. “I don’t think so, no. Thanks, though.” You got up from your table after that, making your way to your next class.

Mattheo was left a little stunned. But now very determined.

Being in different houses usually meant that you were able to avoid most people from other ones, but Mattheo seemed to be showing up everywhere he usually wasn’t since that first day in the great hall.

After potions one day soon after the first exchange he had materialized next to you, “Can I carry your bag for you?” You had declined, beginning to walk faster down the corridor. He had simply lengthened his stride to keep up, “Really, it’s no trouble and I want to do it.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m more than capable, thanks. I don’t need someone else to carry my things for me.” Mattheo smiled nervously, “No, I know I was just..I mean, I’m just trying to show you I can be a nice guy is all. Thought maybe we could…talk on the way to your next class.”

“Can’t talk, Mattheo. Gotta get going,” then you turned the corner, leaving him standing defeated while the mass of other students moved around him.

After that, it’s like he took your rejection as a challenge. Starting to slip notes in your robe pocket somehow without even being seen; sending your favorite treats to your dorm via housemates; even paying the frog choir to serenade you in the courtyard last Saturday.

Truly, it was all a little (lot) embarrassing, but you were also finding it kind of…endearing? that he was actually trying so hard. So determined to show you how much he liked you and wanted everyone else to know it, too.

It was the end of classes, right before the weekend. You had just come down the stairs and heading toward another set to get to your common room when all of a sudden you slammed right into the front of Mattheo. “Merlin’s tits, were you there a second ago?” You rubbed your forehead which hit directly into his chest as you looked both ways beside you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, er, I mean, erm, yeah I’m sorry. I just…okay,” he ran a hand through his curls before pulling down at the sides. He seemed a little more nervous than when he usually stopped you or vied for your attention.

“I know you’re probably going to say no…I mean you say no all the time, but I’m going to try it anyway…erm, my mates and I are going into Hogsmeade this weekend and I was just wondering if…maybe you’d like to come with me? Er, us. It can just be a friends thing!” Mattheo held his hands out in front of him, a small line of defense to what he assumed was your impending rejection.

You held your arms over your stomach, shifting your weight to one foot while you gnawed on the inside of your cheek. You looked at Mattheo, his eyebrows slightly raised and an anxious smile. “Okay,” you finally replied and Mattheo’s face dropped completely before he shook his head back and forth like he was clearing his thoughts.

“Wait, what? What did you say?”

Giggling softly, you answered him again, “I said okay. Like yes, Mattheo I will go to Hogsmeade with you. Just as friends.”

Without really thinking, Mattheo engulfed you in a hug, squeezing tightly and rocking you back and forth, “Holy Helga, yes, YES!” He pulled back, holding you at arms length, “I’ll take it, it’s a start.” He gave you a flirty wink, then quickly ran off, shouting down the corridor that he’d meet you for breakfast the next morning

[marvelsswansong]

Imagine corio seeing a woman flirt with r he’s so confused cuz he’s used to disgusting men after her only

no but like seriously 🌞👉👈

Corio isn't oblivious to the fact that there is a price for dating someone as beautiful as you. Namely, that others - doesn't matter if they're complete strangers or close working colleagues - will secretly want you, with some of them even being bold enough to try and entice you.

This is all much to his annoyance, as he tries being very public about the fact that you're his. Think constant arm around your waist, aggressive kisses in public, loudly calling you 'darling' from across the room. But that doesn't seem to deter everyone.

Especially not the types of men in the Capitol.

If he's feeling calmer that day, he might just stop at glaring at the man whilst pulling you away by the waist, or knocking the breath of you by suddenly grabbing your face and kissing you fiercely for the crowd of men to see. If he's in a sour mood, or it's been a hard week, you have to be careful to keep an eye on the blonde in case he flies into a fit of rage and his mind starts to scan the room for whatever is sharp and capable of causing damage.

"Sometimes I feel as if I have to babysit you." you would tease after one particularly harsh night, where you and Corio get thrown out of a house party after he smashed another man's face into the wall and then proceeded to twist the man's arm to the point of almost breaking a bone. Granted, the man had been extremely aggressive towards you and making very inappropriate comments, but it'd been rather awkward to see the stranger be carried onto an ambulance whilst the head of the household ordered the both of you out.

Chest heaving and knuckles still bruised from the impact, he'd just kiss you again, his tongue tasting of copper.

"Can't help it. You're too pretty." he whispers, and all your criticisms of him would fly out the window.

But Coriolanus is always less guarded when it's a woman around you. After all, you have so many best friends who are women, you spend so much time around grandma'am and Tigirs, and so on. He just associates women being around you with platonic love and comfort.

So when you leave him to go get some drinks at the bar, a fancy upper east side bar you've been begging to go to, he's too busy searching the room for potential men who approach you to notice the red haired woman beelining towards you. She bumps into you 'on accident', pink champagne spilling over the tip of the glass just a bit - a light splash on your jeans, but nothing too bad.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." she quickly says, grabbing a nearby napkin to hand it off to you. Coriolanus watches the interaction from the back of the club, the specifics of your conversation with her unintelligble over the loud music, but he doesn't think anything much of it. Even when the auburn haired woman's fingers brush against yours whilst exchanging the napkin.

He watches as you smile politely at her, probably telling her that it's okay, before turning around to the bartender to make an order. The woman next to you continues to talk to you through out the exchange, which again doesn't raise any red flags to Corio.

After all, women are very friendly by nature. It's normal that someone, especially a stranger who feels bad for spilling a drink on you, wants to continue to talk to you.

You don't think much of it either on your end, other than thinking that she - Clara, she tells you her name after a soft giggle - is very nice.

It's only when the drinks arrive and the woman stops you, lightly sitting you back down and brushing away the hair from your eyes, that Coriolanus starts feeling rather odd. The sudden wide eyes on your face and the red haired woman's smirk, before she slides you a piece of paper from her back pocket and lets you go, raises a lot of questions in his mind.

His top options? Something along the lines of bribery or illegal drugs. Or maybe she's using you to get something from him. Or maybe she wants something from your family.

What he doesn't expect, is for you to come back totally speechless, fingers deftly hanging onto the small piece of paper. You look somewhere between embarrassed and shocked, refusing to meet your boyfriend's eyes as you sit down next to him. He frowns at that, patting his lap instead.

Normally, you'd sit on his legs without a second thought. This time though, you hesitate.

"What'd she want? Drugs? Mone-" he growls, only to be cut off by the stranger.

"So you weren't lying. You do have a boyfriend." the red haired woman cuts into the conversation, now sitting on the velvet chair across from you. Coriolanus swears his jaw almost drops when the woman laughs seductively, winking at you whilst uncrossing her legs.

"You can sit on my lap instead, honey."

"I, you- I just-" Coriolanus starts speaking in an attempt to swear or scare her off, but his mind totally blanks.

You've never seen your boyfriend this flustered. His pale complexion breaks into a dark shade of red, his usually stern gaze darting back and forth between you and the woman, his speech stuttered and jumbled. It's YOU who ends up having the composure to let her down gently, holding out the paper with her phone number out towards her and informing her that you love your boyfriend very much and you're not that interested.

She pouts at that, and it makes your boyfriend's jaw clench so hard his face aches.

"Aw... alright, darling. But keep the paper. You know, just in case you wanna play."

With a wink and a hair flip, she disappears into the dark crowd of sweaty bodies and loud music. It's only then that your boyfriend snaps into action, taking the paper into his hands and shredding it to pieces.

"She called you darling." he snarls, angry. "Only I get to call you darling."

You just giggle, kissing away his sour expression, before tugging at his sleeves.

"Come on, forget about it. Let's just dance." you say, the alcohol in your veins still making you feel buzzed. He complies, never being able to say no to you, but the entire night, he can't help but hold you very close and glare at everyone who approaches you or even looks at you.

Regardless of their gender.

Now, he has to protect you from everyone, he thinks.

BONUS SCENARIO (later in the night)

You've had one too many drinks and yell into Coriolanus' ear that you really need to go to the bathroom. You clutch your handbag and stumble into the corridor, leaving your boyfriend alone by the bar. A stunning blonde woman slides into the empty seat next to him, glossy lips parting to ask a question.

Thinking she's going to hit on him, he raises his right hand, stopping her on the spot.

"I'm not interested, sorry."

The woman scoffs at that, ordering a tequila shot and almost glaring at him.

"Neither am I, genius. I was just wondering if you knew the name of the cutie who just went to the bathroom."

The moment you come back, he practically drags you out of the bar and hails a cab back to the apartment.

He's had enough of women trying to steal you from him. At least for that night.

a/n: hope you guys like this small type of blurbs too in between major fics hehe

[anakinstwinklebunny]

new hayden fan nonnie again, i am ready to officially join the fam (if you’ll have me)! may i be 🐮 anon?

also i have a fic request! would you be open to writing one where nerdy!anakin meeting his favorite book author who happens to be reader? or anakin could be the book author and the reader is the fan? either sounds cute to me, have fun with it!

thank you, bunny!!

- 🐮

PAIRING: writer!nerd!anakin x f!reader/ nerd!anakin x f!writer!reader

Author's note: OFC YOU CAN POOKIE!! and that's such a cute emoji 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (couldn't help myself and made two scenarios you mentioned)

𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕 ❦

You weren’t nervous.

Nope. Not at all.

Just because you were about to meet the ANAKIN SKYWALKER, the actual author of your favorite book series—the one whose words had ruined you, rebuilt you, and left you obsessing over every single character, every emotion described on the paper—did not mean you had to freak out.

Except, you were totally freaking out.

Fingers clutched his book against your chest as if it may shield you from crushing your nerves adrenaline, while you stood in line, shifting on your feet, trying not to think about the fact that in a few minutes, you’d be face-to-face with him.

And then suddenly— way too soon—it was your turn.

You stepped forward, heart pounding. Hands sweating

He looked up.

Oh.

You were not prepared for how pretty he was in real life.

The grainy black-and-white author photo in the book didn’t do him justice—those messy curls framed his face in a way that made your stomach flip, glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose, and his sweater sleeves were pushed up, exposing lean forearms dusted with veins running up his body

God really took his time creating him.

He blinked at you, pushing his glasses up with two fingers. “Hi.”

His voice was soft, a little hesitant, like he wasn’t really used to this—like he didn’t know the power, the impact he had.

You swallowed, barely keeping your composure. “H-Hi,” you managed, setting his, well..yours, book down in front of him. “I—um—I love your books. A lot. Like, I might have reread them too many times.”

A soft flush crept up his neck. He ducked his head, scribbling something in the book. “That’s—uh—thank you. That means a lot. Really.”

Your heart clenched. He was adorable.

You leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have to know—how did you come up with him?” You tapped the book cover, referring to the broody, tortured love interest that had single-handedly ruined your life. “Because I swear, he haunts my dreams.”

Anakin let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you with this disgustingly-twisting-gut eyes “Uh—he just… appeared, I guess.” He smiled sheepishly. “You’re actually, um, not the first person to say that.”

You grinned. “Well, he’s perfect. And kind of my biggest crush.”

His pen froze mid-signature.

Oh my gosh..what have you done?

He cleared his throat, fumbling slightly as he handed the book back to you. “That’s—uh—good to know.”

You peeked at what he’d written, expecting just a simple signature. But beneath his name, a small note made your breath hitch and your lips to crack in a small, nervous smile:

«To the girl with excellent taste—if you ever want to discuss my characters over coffee, let me know.»

Your head snapped up. He was already looking at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Your stomach flipped.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER had planned this day for weeks. Checked the bookstore’s event schedule at least a dozen times. He had to make sure he was on the right time, the right day, wore the right clothes for this occasion. For weeks he had practiced what he’d say in the mirror, only to stammer like an idiot each time. But now that he was here, standing in line, gripping a hardcover copy of your book so tightly his knuckles were white—he felt like he might pass out.

The line moved too quickly. One second, he was behind a group of fans, and the next—

“Next, please!”

His breath caught in his throat.

Sitting behind the table, a warm, inviting smile on your lips painted your face as you reached for his book. “Hi,” you greeted, voice soft, smooth, the same voice he’d listened to in countless interviews. “What’s your name?”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

God.

You were even prettier in real life.

“I—uh, it’s Anakin,” he managed, adjusting his glasses like it would somehow fix the fact that he was a mess. “I—wow, okay, sorry, I just—uh, I love your books. Like, a lot.”

A soft laugh left you, and his heart nearly stopped, did a flip, hit his insides and went back to its place.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you, Anakin.” You took the book from his shaking hands and flipped to the title page. Gosh, you said his name in the most sweetest way possible. Was it how heaven felt like? “Do you want me to write anything specific?”

“Uh, um—” He cursed himself for being so awkward, so nervous. He was a grown man for Force’s sake. “I—your characters. The way you write them. It’s like they’re real.” He pushed his glasses up again, desperate to say something intelligent but it made no sense in the sudden conversation. “I feel like I know them. Like they’ve… changed me.”

Your pen stilled. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his.

For a second, he panicked—had he said too much? Sounded too intense? Was it too weird? But then, your expression softened

“That’s probably the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Anakin swore his heart exploded.

You smiled, scribbling something inside his book before sliding it back to him. “I’m really glad my stories meant something to you, Anakin.”

He stared at the book, at your signature, but what was the most important was the small note beneath it:

«To Anakin—thank you for feeling my words the way they were meant to be felt.»

His throat went dry.

Before he could even think, the words slipped out. “Would you—” He swallowed hard. “Would you ever want to talk about writing? Over coffee? Or tea—if you like tea, that’s totally fine, I—”

Your lips twitched. “Are you asking me out?”

His face burned. “I—uh—”

But then you grinned.

Oh.

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