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bunnis-monsters · 1 day

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Yandere!Vampire that was once royalty, living in a dilapidated castle, alone and depressed. As a human, he was surrounded by people. Everyone adored him, his golden curls and warm brown eyes charming the hearts of every noble that set eyes on him.

That was until his family was slaughtered by a coven of vampires, leaving him the only survivor. Now with no family, he was turned away from the nobles that once gathered at his side, calling him beautiful and intelligent. Now he was a beast, and was only left alive because no one dared to touch him.

As the years passed by, all that knew of his existence died out, meaning no one remembered or cared for him. In the past, he had at least been grateful he had been in someone’s thoughts, even if it was in a negative light. Now, no one even hated him. He was just nonexistent to the world outside his castle.

Centuries passed by, every day slowly picking at the last bits of his sanity. Days of past grandeur and the current day mixed together, leaving him in a state where he couldn’t tell whether he was back in the living arms of his family, or wandering the dark, crumbling hallways of his childhood home.

It was only when a soft, warm light flooded one of the abandoned rooms he had been standing in that the fog in his brain began to fade, allowing him to see what was in front of him for the first time in decades.

It was you, a young woman in a hoodie and jeans, holding a flashlight. You lived only a mile away, and had been exploring when you came upon ruins of what seemed like an ancient castle.

You had heard rumors of a person that wandered the ruins from the townsfolk, and old tales of vampires that had been passed down by tongue for centuries. Not believing them, you decided to see for yourself…

Your light shone upon what you first thought was an ethereal ghost or some kind of beautiful spirit. A man with a mop of blonde curls, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful pair of ruby red eyes you’ve ever seen stared back at you.

The person attempted to speak, but clutched his throat, as if he hadn’t spoken in so long, his vocal cords had forgotten how.

“H-hello?”

The man perked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes clearing up. It seemed just hearing another human speak made his undead heart leap, and he couldn’t help but stumble towards you.

You yelped when he crossed the room within seconds and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply.

The smell of another person, of sweat and perfume mixing together to make your own unique scent made him want to sob.

Of course you were freaked out, but the man holding onto you wasn’t hurting you, and you could feel warm tears soaking through your shirt. How could you turn away someone that was obviously in distress?

Unsurprisingly, the man followed you home. It didn’t take a genius to realize he wasn’t human. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, with no pulse or any color to his cheeks. His eyes were scarlet, a shade you had never seen a human have before.

Despite knowing this, you couldn’t help but care for him. He was thin, malnourished, with clothing that was so old and dirty that it nearly crumbled when he took them off.

“Are you hungry?”

You had taken to asking only yes or no questions, since he couldn’t speak. The man frowned, his eyes getting foggy for a second. You decided to ask again.

“Hello? Are you-“

He suddenly snapped back into reality, leaning forward to gently place his lips on your neck. You squeaked out in surprise when you felt his teeth sink into your neck… but it didn’t hurt. Instead, you only felt an uncomfortable pressure and draining sensation, and before long he was pulling back.

“Mmph…” he panted softly, blood running down his chin. “Was… so… thirsty…” he managed to say, his voice hoarse and small.

He cupped your cheek, holding your face in his hands and looking down at you with what could only be described as utter adoration.

“My love…”

From that point on, he was attached to your hip, following you everywhere you went like a lovesick puppy. Any time you were separated, he had severe anxiety, going back and forth from his dreamworld and reality. It was his coping mechanism, but it caused him to never understand what was real and what wasn’t.

You grounded him, made him feel safe and loved. Oh how he adored you. You had saved him from his lonely existence and taken him into your home as if he were a stray dog, and he was loyal like one. His loyalty came at a price, however, and that price was your freedom to do as you pleased.

Late nights out with friends became next to nonexistent, especially if he knew there would be any males there.

“I just want to protect you, my beloved. It’s a dangerous, cruel world. People will act as if they love you when they do not…”

And as you slowly became more and more isolated, his affections only grew. Kisses to your hand began to trail up your arm and to your neck. Snuggles turned into grinding and heavy petting, and even the most innocent of caresses became lewd in nature.

It didn’t take long for him to fuck you for the first time. After all, he had been pent up and alone for centuries, resisting taking you on the spot was excruciating.

The second he sunk into your pussy, he came. You were just so warm and your scent made his head fuzzy. He couldn’t help but fuck into you like a wild animal, feeding from your pretty neck as he filled you up over and over.

After the first time, a day didn’t pass by when he didn’t crave your intimate touch. Some days he was satisfied with heavy petting and kisses, others he couldn’t be satiated until his face was between your legs, lapping at your cunt for hours.

You were his, his mate, his lover. He couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore, so could you really blame him when he clung to you so tightly?

He just loved you, and he did such a good job at keeping you satisfied, just enough to where you didn’t look into the missing cases of your old lovers and male friends.

Why would you need to pay attention to any of that when your loving, attentive boyfriend was right there, ready to worship you from head to toe?

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 days

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SFW/FLUFF

“Wife.”

Feitan scowled as you waddled into the troupe’s meeting, your belly heavy and swollen with his child. You were carrying a lunch box, pouting a little.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t get your lunch.”

The other troupe members snickered or looked on in curiosity or disbelief, depending on who were or weren’t in on the fact he had a wife.

“Didn’t need it. Why here? Dangerous, know that.”

Ever so sensitive due to your pregnancy, you began to tear up, your lip wobbling as you held out the lunch. “D-don’t need it? But I made it for you…”

His face went pale, and he was quick to guide you away from prying eyes before comforting you. “Shh, cry baby. I eat, just…”

He grunted, not used to expressing his feelings. “Not safe. Some here, can’t trust, not like ones you met. Hisoka, dangerous. Very.”

You sniffled, only calming down when he pulled you in for a hug. “Stop crying, know I hate it…”

His hand grazed your belly, settling on it so he could feel his baby kick. “I go with you. Need to go home and rest.”

When he turned to guide you home, he was greeted with his fellow members, all peeking out of the meeting to watch the display of affection.

“Wow, Fei actually has a soft side.” Shalnark said, whistling. Phinks rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, for her. They’re married, of course he’s sweet on her.”

Feitan swore to himself that he’d deal with them later, instead turning his attention in you. “Come on, need rest. Take you home.”

And he did, carrying you in his arms and putting you to bed as soon as you were back at your shared apartment.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 3 days

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

— pairing: professor!spencer reid x bimbo plus size ta!reader

— summary: there's no denying the bubbling tension between you and professor dr. spencer reid.

— warnings: unspecified age gap, the reader is a teacher's assistant, this is a whole fluff fest, and there are some sweet kisses!

— wc: 639

⋆ a/n: hi hi hi @deadbolted!! so i hope you don't mind but i changed the reader from being a student to being a teacher's assistant! this whole fic turned out to be very sweet and i appreciate your request! :]

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You stare at the professor in amazement, your chin resting on your palms as you watch his lithe hands grade papers with a swiftness you could never obtain.

“I like that you know stuff.” You murmur mindlessly, your eyes tracing the path of the red ink until the paper was stained with a 98%.

“Oh yeah?” Spencer asks with a tiny smile on his face, his focus still on the tests in front of him.

If he was going to be honest, you were supposed to be helping him grade said papers, seeing as though he had chosen you to be his teacher's assistant. It wasn't that you were dumb per se, just more… prone to distraction. He was pretty sure it was his fault if the heart eyes you were giving him was anything to go by.

Usually unwanted affection would make Spencer uncomfortable, but there was just something about you that piqued his interest.

You didn't throw yourself at him or flirt shamelessly. Of course you fawned over him and he pretended he didn't hear the soft whisper of your voice squealing about how handsome he looked in his suit combo – which was something Spencer had been kind of unsure about when he had put it on in the morning.

“Mm-hm.” You hummed. “I think it’s cool.” Spencer could almost laugh, but he didn’t, instead his bottom lips rolled between his teeth to hold back a large smile. “I teach seminars, I kind of have to know stuff.”

“Whatever,” You respond with a shrug. “You still know more than me.”

That stopped Spencer’s scribbling, the man’s eyes now fully settling on you. The movement was unexpected and it caused you to flinch slightly, your gaze that was once fiercely set on him fluttered in a way that signaled you were flustered.

“I’m going to have to disagree.” His voice was almost a whisper and your faces were a lean away. “Really?” You asked brainlessly, your tone almost breathless sounding. “Really. I think you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met.” Your cheeks heat and your eyes fall on his beard that is growing darker and thicker with each passing day. Then, they trail towards his lips.

“I- I don’t know.” Your tense shoulders loosen and you pull away. “Hey, no, don’t do that.” He chides softly. Spencer leans his head down in an attempt to search for your eyes. “I swear that I’m not lying. I’ve seen some of the work you’ve done for other classes, and you are brilliant.”

“You promise?” You ask meekly. “Yeah,” He nods. “I promise.”

There was a beat, then two, then three, before Spencer found himself leaning down and gently brushing his lips against yours.

You freeze and for a moment he fears that he may have read the situation wrong, but then you press into him, your lips finally locking. It’s not hungry or urgent, just sweet and experimental, mouths moving unsurely to try to find a pace that’s right for the both of you.

Sure this was wrong, so very wrong, but if you ask Spencer there’s a lot of things wrong about his life, and for the first time since his imprisonment, this is the only thing that actually felt right.

Your hands shyly place themselves on his stubbled cheeks, his own hands reaching up to do the same. His thumbs paw at your cheeks when he tilts his head to side slightly, his tongue brushing your bottom lip asking you for entrance.

Your mouth opens up shyly and your tongues dance together languidly, and you pull away when a small moan bounces between you.

You both are breathing heavily – quietly – all the while still holding each other.

For the first time in a long time, Spencer doesn’t know what to do, but he knows he’ll figure it out.

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theweirdonelmstreet · 2 days

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yandere popular girl, who at first didn’t like you and always trash talked you!

yandere popular girl, who gets mad when other people make fun of your looks and body! no one gets to disrespect you like that!

yandere popular girl, who beats up anyone for you! what’s that on her shirt? oh it’s just ketchup!

yandere popular girl, who loves to play with your hair! (she also stills all of your shampoo and conditioner)

yandere popular girl, who loves to put her face in between your plush thighs! please squeeze her face a little harder!

yandere popular girl, who secretly wants you to sit on her face! she’s just embarrassed to ask!

yandere popular girl who loves scissoring with you! keep rubbing against her just like that!

yandere popular girl, who moans so loudly when you eat her pussy!

yandere popular girl, who stalks you everyday! she’s just making sure you get home safe!

yandere popular girl, who steals your panties and humps them while she moans your name!

yandere popular girl, who loves pda! she kisses your neck and lips in public all the time! she might pull you away to eat your sweet pussy!

yandere popular girl, who will NEVER let you leave her! whether you know that or not!

ugh i just can’t stop thinking about her! i need her to come eat me out!

#yandere x reader #girl and girl #yandere girl #chubby reader #smut #yandere smut #x chubby reader #x chubby reader smut

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jadestone2 · 2 days

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IM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH UR GUNS N ROSES + READER FIC AAAA I NEED MORE ITS LIKE A WHOLE NEW WORLD (please if you do write more I will be jumping out of joy (^.^)

Roses ‘n oil

Theme: nsfw

Summary: Going to the bar with your boyfriends was a mistake, especially when someone flirts with you. They came up with an agreement to mark what’s theirs.

Pair: Boothill & Argenti x chubby reader

Tw: bitting, oral (fem), praise

Song: Don’t go insane

A/n Don’t be shy to make yourself an official Noonie for my blog<33 you also didn’t tell me if you wanted sfw or nsfw, I did nsfw because I said I would for these 2

Maybe going to the bar with your boyfriends was a mistake, especially when fights are bound to happen. The moment Boothill saw there was an ongoing fight he instantly shoves his hat on your head, covering your eyesight.

His hat smelled like his cologne and the nasty smell of cigarettes, a hint of oil smell too. His intense smells clouds your head, though you welcomed it.

You sigh, watching a table smashing into a guy’s leg. Boothill goes crazy, his demonic laughter filling the bar as people watch with anticipation.

“Ugh, why am I surprised? So much for a calm day” You say, resting your head on the palm of your hand.

“It’s alright, my love. Boothill will be fine, how about I get you a drink?” Argenti asks, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You nod your head, watching how Boothill doges glass bottles being thrown in his direction. Argenti could see how tense you were, he gently rubbed at your shoulder.

You watch the red man slowly dispersing into the crowd of people, the long red hair fading from your eyes. You sit in silence, still watching how Boothill seemed to enjoy making a scene.

Suddenly the smell of alcohol smells stronger, a drunk man having a drunk smile on his face. Your eyes twitch in annoyance, he takes a seat by you.

“Looking good, darling” the man slurs, he looked like he was going to black out.

His hands grab at the fat of your hip, squeezing. You cringe, removing his hand from your hip.

It felt like the fight stopped, the cheering slowly going dead quiet. You shiver, someone was staring at you with an intensity that would pierce through you.

The click of shoes as someone walks close to you, it sounds like they are getting closer, making you even more nervous. The sudden cheers getting louder, incision someone won.

“Hey there, partner. I’d like to let you know that this little sugar is off limits” Boothill says, his voice coming directly behind you.

You tense up when you see a revolver coming in your eyesight, pointing at the man. Terror strikes the man, frozen in fear.

You could see him tremble, holding his hands out. Boothill chuckles when the man quickly walks away, almost tripping over his feet. That famous cocky smile on Boothill's face, facing you with amusement.

“Was that necessary? Put that away, people are looking” You avoid, shoving his revolver into his pocket.

“What’s happening, my love?” A familiar red hair asks, placing down your drink.

“You were supposed to watch ‘er, she could have got hurt” Boothill grits, a glare sent Argenti’s way.

“Me? I went to get her a drink because you were stressing her out, starting a fight” Argenti says, you could see how he was starting to get annoyed.

Argenti almost never gets mad, always so calm, but it was obvious Boothill’s antics were getting to him. The obvious conflict brewing between them, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere.

“Guys, it’s okâ€” let’s just go home” You says, grabbing their hands.

You take a sip of your drink, the alcohol sending a sweet flavor down your throat, your taste buds tingling. Argenti and Boothill share a look, lifting an eyebrow. Boothill chuckles, putting a hand on his hip.

“Of course, sugar~ let’s just go back home” Boothill says, walking past you.

“What’s that for?” You ask, confusion dripping from your voice.

Boothill looks over his shoulder, his teeth showing as he smiles brightly at. You could hear the quiet chuckle from Argenti, deciding not to question it.

The way back home was quiet, the sound of romantic music playing quietly, the click of Boothill’s boots. Argenti hums quietly, he must know this song.

He seems at peace, even though he seemed pissed earlier. It looked like something was bothering him, his brows furring in concentration.

Honestly, can you shut the flip up partner?” Boothill says, glaring at Argenti.

You snort, guess he’s still not able to cuss. Argenti continues to hum, opening your house door wide enough.

“Sugarplum~” Boothill draws out, circling around like you were his prey, his hands tracing around your hip.

Argenti leans in, kissing your lips. He rubs at your cheek, the smell of roses fill your head, the cologne he wears.

“Boothill!” You shriek, feeling sharp teeth sink into your shoulders.

A tongue swirls around the area, coating the area in a thin sheet of spit on your neck. You stare at Argenti with pleading eyes as Boothill nimble on your neck, leaving marks.

“Let us mark you, sugar~” Boothill coos in your ear, licking at your earlobe.

Argenti carries you to the couch, helping you out of your clothes. The metal of Boothill’s hand sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps covering your soft flesh.

“Mmh, you don’t mind? We want to worship you, your beauty” Argenti says, parting your thighs.

The tip of Argenti’s tongue licks at your clit, drinking in the juices that coat your cunt in a shiny layer. He hums into your clit, tongue swirling around the engorged bud.

“Do you have to fiddling hog her? Dang voice restriction!” Boothill grunts, shoving Argenti’s head out the way.

Boothill eagerly laps at your cunt, leaving no area unexplored. You moan, plucking his hat off his head.

“Serves you right, learn your lesson, you can’t keep cussing in front of children” Argenti chuckles, pinching at your nipples.

Boothill grumbles, it sounded muffled since his head was buried in your cunt. His cold hands grab at your thighs, squeezing the chub.

“Boothill!” You whine, his tongue plunging in your clenching hole.

A sharp stung could be felt on your thigh, Boothill chuckling when you glared down at him.

“Just marking what’s mine�� Boothill teases, continuing to lap at your cunt.

Argenti trails kisses back down, spreading your thighs wider. His tongue slowly rubs at your clit while Boothill’s tongue plunges in and out of your soaked hole.

The wet sounds fill the room, the occasional groans from Boothill when you pull at his hair. Argenti pulls from your clit, his fingers pressing on the bud.

“Good girl, cum for us” Argenti says, his fingers rubbing at your clit fastly.

You tense up, throwing your head back. You tense up, drenching Boothill’s face with your cum.

“There you go~ so good for us, my sweet” Argenti says, rubbing spare hair from your eyes.

“I wanna watch a movie” Boothill grins, acting like his lower half of his face isn’t soaked in your juices.

He sits beside you, his tongue licking most of your juices from his face. Your face goes bright red in embarrassment.

These idiots just ate you out and now they want to watch a movie?! Argenti grabs at the remote, putting one a cheesy romance movie.

“This reminds me of us” Argenti says, pointing at a scene where two guys are fighting over the lady.

She looked so tired of their shit, like she was about to smack the shit out of their head. It was honestly so funny, you snickering when the two guys in the movie let out a pained cry when she smacks their head and scolds them.

“Boring! Let’s watch a cowboy movie, right sugar?” Boothill asks, looking over to you with a cocky grin.

“Don’t you dare” you warn, a disgusted look on your face.

“You love riding cowboys? Especially metal ones, right?” Boothill says, laughing hard when you shriek and hit his head, even Argenti laughs.

You wonder if that woman in the movie was you in another universe, she seemed to have the same reaction as you.

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shaisuki · 2 days

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THE BULLY!MIYA TWINS AND BULLY!SUNA WAS JUST HHHHHHH

Don't you think it would stop if manager!chubby reader were to tell Kita about it? But then again, if Kita had already graduated by the time they show their true colors they are fuck outta luck huh 😞

What if they move to Tokyo (Nekoma or Fukurodani) because of their parents' transfer due to their jobs? Won't that be an escape?

they're careful how they act towards you when kita-san is around. they don't want to reprimanded for teasing you and get scolded for it. they slowly made their musings obvious when as the day of their captain's graduation grew neared and that's where they took their harmless taunting goes to the extreme. who would you tell now?

moving is finally freedom isn't it?

but you can't still clear of the volleyball teams in tokyo. you still took the role as a manager despite the previous mischiefs of your previous team. they were different than the bunch of foxes that you had to deal with. the owls and their owl like captain is more welcoming and kind. the team always made you feel comfortable without the judgement and treated you as their equal as their respected manager.

as the manager of one tokyo's top team, it wasn't a surprise that were always playing for nationals and unfortunately your previous team is no exception for that title. your bullies isn't that far behind from you.

it was atsumu who finds you first. finding you in the arms of your team's captain. bokuto was nothing but the sweetest and kindest to you. he made you laugh with his antics and seeing the sight before him. atsumu sees red. you didn't even notice him. thinking that you're hot shit now that you're in another team. you're just a traitor.

luck was on their side when they see you alone refilling the water bottles. it provided them the perfect opportunity to drag you in the lockers with no people to interrupt them and get down to business.

“disappearing on us and only to find you in another team. that's a no-no, princess.” osamu is the first one to reprimand you. atsumu tuts, suna remains passive but those fox like eyes of his seems to glint.

“i didn't mean to. we had to move.” you meekly explain. the fear of being cornered again by these foxes isn't the thing you were worried of since you moved and now, they're on you again. ready to devour at the slightest mistake of their bunny. plump and juicy to take a bite off and they're going to savor every part of their fat bunny.

“traitor.” atsumu tuts. pulling you closer and your back is against his chest. his cock pressing in his black jersey shorts. grunting a bit when he rubs his aching cock between your clothed ass cheeks.

suna and the younger miya twin moves towards you. both of their faces on your side as rintaro's slender fingers grasps your soft chin. “you know what happens to traitors, princess?” suna asks you. examining the look of uneasiness in your face. “they get punished.” osamu answers to suna's question for you.

they were quick. nimble as they are on and off in the court as they were with you. brusquely tugging at your tracksuit with looks of disapproval from the color. red suited you more than white.

osamu pulls you for a bruising kiss. his hold in your jaw is rough. forcing you to open your mouth to welcome his tongue. it was messy and sloppy. a contrast to his twin's kisses in your neck.

if it wasn't for atsumu's tight grip around your waist, you would lose your balance from suna spreading your thighs. hoisting your other leg in his shoulder as he plunges his face in between your thighs. inhaling the sweet scent of your pussy and feel the fabric get soaked by your juices. pushing your panties aside, rintaro wastes no time in taking a lick of your slit. spreading your pussy lips apart to get a taste of what he really wants. his lips are wrapped around your engorged clit. suckling on it like a baby would do to a breast in which osamu was already doing.

the cold pads of his fingers brushing over to your nipples. your bare breasts are presented to him and osamu eagerly sucks. tugging your nipple with his teeth while your other nipple is pinched between his fingers. roll and suck. he keeps repeating it.

“can they have you like this?” atsumu moans. licking the shell of your ear as you unconsciously grinds your ass in his aching length. “can they touch you like we touched you?” osamu gropes your breasts harder. “can they make you cum like we do?” a breathless whine coming from you as your orgasm broke. rintaro sucking your clit harshly and it was enough to bring you to your release.

“n-no.”

“good.” osamu praises you. “don't think we're done with you.” he warns. you take heed of the warning cause you know they are true to his words and it's also they're right to do whatever it pleases them to you. you owe the m much.

you were put in different positions. folded in ways you didn't know you can. osamu bouncing you in his cock while you take turns in blowing rintaro and atsumu's cocks. jerking them until they're painting your body white. taking turns on filling your abused hole while they sing you of praises. by the time they're done with you. you ache in places. sore between your legs while their spent is trickling down your thighs.

“see you soon, princess.” they say. exchanging spit before they let you go and you dreaded on what about to come. they're a powerhouse team and will continue to dominate the court along with your now team.

you wished this tournament will be over as soon as you know it.

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chubstiger · 2 days

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Nanami x chubby!reader

MDNI

Nanami was obsessed looking at you. Looking too pretty in the black skater skirt and white tank top. You bending down, seeing those pink striped panties covering your cute pussy. You are basically taking care of the plants inside the living room, minding your own business. Nanami sat on the love seat, legs spread out, leaning back, enjoying the view once he noticed what you were doing. He grew hard just thinking on what he could do to you. Walk up behind you, pressing his bulge on that plump ass of yours and taking you. He bit his lips, wondering if he should. Before he made his decision, you turned around abruptly to face him, "Ken- what are you doing?" You noticed he was trying to cover his front from being shown. You raised brow at him, asking him again.

"Nothing, love." He pressed, slightly embarrassed. You saw the flush of red on his cheeks and ears. Smirking, you slid towards you smoothly and stood between his legs. Crouching down as you looked at him and hummed. He gulped in anticipation.

"Seems like you have a growing problem?" You teased, tailing the clothed cock up and down with your fingers after you moved his hands out of the way. You felt his cock twitched slightly.

"Love...please." He groaned, wanting more.

"Ah, ah, words, baby." You scolded.

"Suck me off, Y/n, please?" He softly spoke in need. The thrill washed over you as you unbuckled his trousers and unzipped the zipper. Nanami lifted his hips to help you pull down his underwear and pants, revealing his long, hard rod. The tip was so red, dripping with pre-cum. He was so pretty just sitting there, flushed and panting. You gently grabbed his cock and thumbed his tip, lubricating it even more. Moving up and down, you started to use your tongue. From the base to the top, you slowly slide up to taste him. He groaned, feeling more sensitive than usual. You cunt pulsed from the nosies he makes. With no warning, you quickly engulfed him, almost hitting the back of your throat. You hummed, introducing the vibrations causing him the throw back his head in ecstasy. "Fuck, love." You started to suck him and tongue playing around bottom of the base and under the mushroom tip. Salvia coating his cock, making your hands easier to slide up and down with your mouth. The nosies of you sucking him off made Nanami feral as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Unfortunately for him, you grabbed his hips and pushed them down. You wanted complete control. "N-no!" He grunted in disappointment, but somehow engaging the action made him more horny.

You moaned, taking him deeper into your mouth. He tasted too good that you can do this all day long and never get tired of it. He panted so hard, looking down at you. Your eyes met his, and you slurp him up and twirled your tongue. The hooded eyes with his mouth open, drool leaking at the corner, caused you to suck him faster. "Ah, fuck! Gonna cum soon, love!" He warned, grabbing your head and fisting your hair. Still holding his hips in place, you went deeper, making gurgling sounds as you take him whole. He pulsed, knowing he was close to cumming, "Y/N!" He came into your mouth. You started to slurp his cum and swallowing it. Some dripped out, sliding down your chin. You cheekily grinned at him as he gave his usual pout look.

"Delicious!" You claimed feeling proud of yourself. He huffed, amused and lifted a startled you up onto his lap. "H-hey!" He kissed you deeply, bucking into your clothed cunt. You moaned into the kiss, feeling his member growing harder. He growled lowly.

"My turn..."

You gulped, nervously. .

Worth it.

Fin.

Notes: hahahaha, man I love sub Nanami too.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #nanami kento #kento x reader #kento smut #kento x y/n #kento nanami #jjk kento #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami smut #nanami x reader #jjk smut #jjk smau #chubby reader #chubby

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laythestar · 2 days

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I can't stop thinking about Damian Wayne rambling about his animals and how he's thinking about adopting another cat because there's one surrounding Gotham Academy and even though he already have Alfred Pennyworth (the cat) he still thinks there's enough space in the manor for another ten animals and how his father "wouldn't mind if we say that it's our son Habibti I will even let you name them just please help me adopt this cat because I swear that there's another student trying to adopt him and we CAN'T let them win!"

It's the first time he rambles about something so passionate that isn't about any Robin related thing, and maybe it's the way his eyes sparks with determination, or the way he's sulking about this other student trying to adopt the cat, or maybe it's because Damian is so cute hyperfixating on this cat so you help them

In the end, you two suceed into adopting the cat, Damian lets you name the cat, since it's a girl cat, you name it after your favorite character from a TV Show that you made Damian watch it with you

You ignore his brothers complaining that your girl cat is so grumpy and is always attacking their ankles, the only one safe (besides you and Damian) is, surprisingly, Bruce, who somehow got attached to the cat and always brings cute toys and even little dresses for her.

Alfred doesn't get his ankles attacked, but it's because he is always fast and knows when the cat is going to attack him. But sometime he doesn't win these little battles and have his ankles attacked from time to time :(

But hey! At least Damian is happy!

#chubby reader #black reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #batfam

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lxvebun · 3 days

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divinity

content: Leon kennedy x gender neutral reader. Fluff/hurt/comfort. Mention of plagas leon. Body worship (sfw promise) implied thicker/chubby reader but i'm sure anyone can read it to feel good♡. Short and sweet♡

It's quite late as I post this, so it's not entirely proofread. Lmk if there are any annoying mistakes♡

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Leon masterlist♡

You're effortlessly beautiful in Leon's eyes, even if you don't believe so, even if stupidly cruel thoughts plague your mind from time to time. No one makes his heart beat and eyes light up the way that you do.

(Just looking at you feels like a privilege)

You're the most divine person he has laid his eyes on. All your features are so uniquely yours and he selfishly so wants to be the one, the only one, to have the honor of admiring you for the rest of his life. Map out all the birthmarks and scars as if they were the stars. Trace his hands over the waves of stretchmarks, over all the soft bumps and caves of your skin that fit so perfectly against his fingers, almost as if you were made entirely for him, or better yet, that he was perfectly fitted and made just for you.

His faith has been shattered and rebuilt many times over the years. He's not entirely sure what to believe in anymore, but he is certain he was meant for you. In every reality, in every form, and in every universe, Leon is destined to be yours. What else could explain the way your lips mold so flawlessly against his. Stealing the breath from his lungs all too sweetly and fogging up his mind with images of you?

what else could explain the reason why you're the one that makes him feel alive again. After everything that's happened, all that he's been through, he felt more like a walking corpse than a man. Even if the poison has been cleared from his veins, the bloodlust only shows up in his nightmares and the sharpness of his teeth has dulled. How long can he deal with monsters and abominations before he turns into one?

It's a question that races through his mind still and often, but it disintegrates the moment your eyes find his, and his heart starts to beat a little softer in his chest and his muscles don't feel so tense anymore, he's even able to crack a real, genuine smile.

(But honestly, who wouldn't? If they had someone like you, looking at them as if they'd hung the stars)

Loving you is healing for him. you make him feel like Leon again. not an agent, not a monster, not a mistake. just Leon. Call him sappy or love-sick, or call it diabolical that someone like him, dancing on the edge of death, blood stained permanently on his hands is infatuated with you, he really doesn't care as long as he has you to come home to. As long as he has you to live for.

Thank you for reading angels!

The request was along the lines of leon x chubby reader fluff comfort but I kinda went off track djdnd💀 perhaps another time but I hope this was comforting and enjoyable to read anyway.

#leon kennedy x gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy drabble #re2 leon x reader #re4 leon x reader #id leon x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy fluff #re4r!leon #re2!leon x reader #re4!leon x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #chubby reader #plus size reader #leon x chubby reader #leon kennedy x chubby reader

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frenchkisstheabyss · 2 days

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⛧𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝙸𝙸⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's been two weeks since that fateful night your crushes revealed their killer hobby to you. You promise yourself you'll never look back but your ties to each other can't be severed so easily. Especially not when your own gruesome urges begin to creep in and an unexpected visitor gives you the perfect opportunity to set them free. Do you have it in you to resist or are you destined to return to them?

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k-ish

⛧ Warnings: horror elements, masturbation (f w/ vibrator), blood, violence (none between you 3 though. you psychos love each other too much), someone breaks into reader's house w/ short fight scene after, erotic homicidal urges, dead bodies, strong language, you become a killer bby girl, suggestive convos, everyone gets kinda sentimental, & that's all.

⛧ A/N: I'm such a spooky girl at my core (it's where my writing roots are) so it's been fun writing this dark comedy/romance and I love you forever if you're joining this quite odd ride with me.

Also thank youuu @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 and @lxsunshine for asking to be tagged! I've never really had a tag list but if anyone else wants to be, totally let me know! 🖤

💀 <<< Rewind to Tape 1 <<< 💀

Somewhere along the way your wires got crossed. You could blame it on Han and Minho for what they did but that’d be unfair wouldn’t it? What they uncovered in you—the same darkness lurking within themselves—has alway been here and it refuses to be buried again. But you try.

It’s been a long 15 minutes soaking in this bath with one leg draped over the side of the tub and your waterproof vibrator buzzing away beneath the lilac bubbles. Music plays in your headphones, ambient tunes meant to melt the tension from your body. Squeezing your eyes shut you try—you really try—to chase off intrusive visions of two sickeningly handsome psychopaths. You don’t want to remember what you saw that night but the picture’s so clear in your head that it might as well be playing out in front of you all over again.

For the few seconds that you manage to shake the thought, your vibrator feels useless. It hums against your walls with all the enjoyment of a leg that’s fallen asleep. But when the image snaps back into frame—them standing there in nearly nothing, blood dripping down their bodies—it feels heavenly. The pleasure travels through you in pulses, spreading further out the longer you indulge in your memories.

This isn’t right. You have to stop. You know you do. So do it. You can’t. Lie to yourself all you want but this is what you need. Water splashes onto the floor as your leg slips into the tub, moans dancing freely from your lips. Your heart thumps like a techno beat, battling the light music in your headphones for dominance.

The pressure in your lower belly overtakes you, dangerously close to erupting. Crashing into your high, your eyes fall open and you’re met with a face you haven’t seen in months. You open your mouth to scream but a hand is already around your throat, dragging you out of the bathtub.

“Where’s my brother?” the man shouts, the dim lighting in the bathroom only partially concealing a face twisted with rage.

You claw at his hands, nails slicing through his skin like razors. He grunts, gripping his bloody hand, and tosses you across the floor. A framed picture crashes to the floor as you hit the wall with a thud, your ears ringing at the impact. Turning to lunge at you again, he trips on the soaking wet bath mat and falls at your feet. You latch onto the toilet, struggling to pull yourself up when you’re still covered in bubbles.

“I know you know something! So tell me!” he demands, catching you by the ankle. He uses all of his strength to drag you down but you’re too slippery to hold onto.

“I don’t know where your fucking brother is!” you scream, grabbing onto the toilet tank. Tucking your fingers under the lip of the heavy lid, you pull at it as hard as you can.

“You’re lying! Either tell me what happened or I’ll make you, you fucking bi—”

Ding! You swing around and crack him in the head with the porcelain lid. He stares up, not particularly at you, his gaze empty. Everything goes dark for him, blood gushing down his head, and he’s down. High off of adrenaline, you toss on your robe and run for the phone at the end of the hall. Hands shaking, tears running down your cheeks, you pick it up to call the cops. But something stops you.

Instinct takes over and your fingers are already dialing the new number. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and find yourself fixated on the bloody skin under your nails. The line rings so many times that you almost think no one will answer.

“My baby!” Han cheers on the other end of the call, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I missed you.”

There’s some shuffling followed by Minho’s voice, “We missed you!”

You flick the skin from under your nails, smiling to yourself. “Hi boys,” you sniffle, knowing there’s no turning back, “I missed you too. You wouldn’t happen to be, uh, busy tonight would you?”

Minho feels like an old man who can’t get his dick up. It might actually be easier if he were. At least then there’d be a pill to fix what he’s going through. Ever since you walked out that door both he and Han have had the worst dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The only dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The last body they touched was your ex’s. They threw it, every last piece of it, somewhere no one would ever find him and left it at that. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

Detectives call what they’re going through a “cooling off” period. It’s the time between murders when a serial killer returns to their normal lives, biding their time until they can kill again. Poking his spoon around in a bowl of soggy cereal, a pouty Minho doubts that’ll happen any time soon. “I hate this!” he whines, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

Han pushes his legs away, flopping down beside him on the couch, “Get your feet off my coffee table.”

“Meh meh meh meh meh meh meh” Minho mocks, deflating when it hits him that he can hardly enjoy picking on Han anymore.

Han scooches closer to Minho, offering him a shoulder to lay his head on. Minho takes it, feeling Han’s sadness without having to see the heartbroken look on his face. No matter how much he teases him, Han’s his best friend. They’re brothers. They understand each other like no one else can and he knows how badly Han hoped you would too.

“You wanna go to the medical history museum tomorrow?” Minho asks, calling upon all of his cuteness to make Han happy.

Han doesn’t answer but exhales a “Hmm…” that signals he might be interested.

Minho bats his eyelashes, laying it on heavy, “Come on, they have the world’s largest collection of human skulls. You know you love good head. I mean, no, wait, that didn’t…shit.” Han hangs his head, laughing so hard it makes him wheeze. “Why would you say that? Just why?”

Minho sits up, elbowing him in the side, “Fuck you. I was trying to cheer you up.”

Han throws his arms around Minho, hugging him tightly, “Stop sulking! I’ll go! Who needs a girl when you have the world’s largest collection of human skulls, ya know?”

Minho narrows his eyes, resisting the urge to fight against the hug just this once. Deep down inside, really deep, he loves it. “Exactly” he huffs, “Women are a distraction anyway. We’re better off without her.”

Ring! Ring! Ring! The sound of the phone sucks all of the air from the room and their stomachs collectively sink. In record time they’re halfway across the room, pushing each other out of the way to check the caller ID. Your name flashes on it and Han snatches it up just as Minho’s fingers graze the buttons.

Han answers the phone, almost too excited to contain himself, “My baby!” Minho folds his arms, quietly judging Han for being such a dork about this.

“I missed you” Han says, lower this time, his back turned to Minho.

What happened to not needing you? What happened to being better off without you? Oh, fuck it.

Minho steals the phone, blushing so hard his ears turn red, “We missed you.”

A minimum of six traffic laws were broken when the boys realized something had happened to you. Of course you couldn’t tell them the incriminating details over the phone. Luckily, hearing you cry was more than enough for them to stop everything and speed across the city to check on you. They really only cared about seeing you again but the presence of a possibly dead body doesn’t hurt.

In your second stroke of luck tonight, if you can call it that, you’re positive no one knows he’s here. There’s nothing on him to track him by. He came only with the tools he used to break in and a taser he no doubt intended to use on you. And there won’t be any fuss from your downstairs neighbor. She hasn’t been able to hear since 1982. All that’s left is the matter of what to do with him.

Gathered in your bathroom, the three of you stand over the body carefully watching for signs of life. Han and Minho glance at each other behind your back. They’re both wondering the same thing but don’t know how to ask. They play a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. Han’s rock and he hates that for himself. Minho’s paper and he’s never been happier. Minho mouths, “Loser” and Han flips him off.

“Baby” Han says sweetly, holding your hand, “Were you and this guy, like…”

You stare at him, happy to be holding his hand but genuinely confused, “Were we?” Reading the room, you pick up on what they mean. “No, no, no! Never! This…” you say, kicking the motionless body, “Is my ex’s shithead brother. He broke in cause he wants to know where his brother is.”

Minho shrugs, pulling the belt to your bathrobe out, “Let’s make sure they’re reunited then shall we?” He wraps the belt around each hand a few times until there’s tension in the fabric and just enough room to fit a human neck. Minho sits down on the floor, positioning the man’s head in his lap. He’s ready to tighten the belt around his neck but there’s something bugging him. “Do you guys hear that?”

You all listen closely, picking up on a nearly inaudible buzzing. Han follows the sound over to the bathtub where the bubbles have long dissolved and spots the source immediately. He rolls his sleeves up and reaches into the water, pulling out your vibrator.

“Oh my god. Give it here!” you shriek, taking it and switching it off. You toss it in the cabinet under the sink, unable to handle how much they’re obviously loving this. “So, did you come at least?” Minho asks, relaxing his hold on the belt.

“I’m not answering that.”

Han’s studied you enough to tell when you’re lying. “She did! Did you think about us when you did it?”

Minho giggles, far too pleased with himself, “She did.”

“Go to hell!” you snap, getting on your knees beside Minho. You take the belt from him, winding it around your hands the same way that he did. “Show me.”

Your boldness throws them off—this is far from what they were expecting—but they don’t hesitate to guide you. Han joins you on the other side, showing you how to hold the belt properly. Minho checks the pulse before propping the body up for you. It’s weak but it’s there. It feels natural to be doing this together, like the space between them was always meant to be one you’d inhabit.

“Thanks for coming, you guys” you say, seconds from strangling a man, “Most guys won’t even buy me flowers and you risked the electric chair for me. That’s way sweet”

“You’re worth risking the electric chair for” Han coos, kissing you on the cheek.

Minho nods in agreement, kissing you on the other cheek, “Cutie.”

Your cheeks are so warm and you can’t stop yourself from smiling. You’re basically glowing at the love being poured into you. It’s perfect enough that you regret running away from it to begin with but that won’t happen this time.

“Aah!” the man croaks, shooting back into consciousness. He tries to sit up but you use the belt to hold him down, squeezing it as hard as you can around his neck. You lock your legs around him, something they didn’t need to instruct you to do, and hang on until he goes limp. They look at you like they’re terrified of you, afraid to make any sudden movements in case you’re in the mood to come for them too.

Han takes him by the wrist, checking his pulse, “He’s…dead. Holy shit. You killed a guy.”

“I killed a guy?”

“You did! Good girl” Minho applauds, breaking out into a happy dance.

You and Han join him, dancing to totally different songs in your head but celebrating together nonetheless. Han gets up from the floor, dusting himself off, “Now you’ve just gotta chop him up. Got any food in your fridge? I’m hungry.” He wanders off to the kitchen, leaving you and Minho alone in the bathroom.

Minho gets up too, kissing you on the top of the head. “I could use a midnight snack too” he yawns following Han’s lead, “Be careful with the radial artery, love. It bleeds like a bitch.”

Pushing the body off of you, you hop up to chase after them. “Wait! You’re ditching me for snacks? I don’t have the tools for this. And what the fuck is a radial artery?”

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids angst #stray kids au #minsung x reader #han jisung x reader #lee know x reader #han jisung angst #lee know angst #lee know x you #han jisung x you #chubby reader #plus size reader

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bunnis-monsters · 24 hours

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NSFW

You yawned, smiling sleepily as you felt the familiar warmth of your Werewolf!Husband’s tongue lapping at your cunt.

“Happy Mother’s Day, princess…” he murmured against your clit, looking up at you with those pretty brown eyes of his. “Wanted to start your day off right…”

A contented sigh left your lips, your cheeks warm and your stomach tingly as his tongue slipped into you. “Mmph, that’s it… ah, thank you baby…”

You had recently become the mother of a litter of pups, three in total. Currently, they were asleep in the nursery across the hall. They were all now 7 months old, starting to walk and talk. You knew werewolf pups were a bit more advanced than human babies, but you hadn’t been expecting them to be running around so early!

“I’ll be taking care of the pups today, so don’t worry at all.”

Your husband brought you over the edge several times, his red cock bobbing between his legs. Despite his obvious arousal, he left it alone, tending to your needs.

“Such a good pup…” you cooed, gently playing with his fluffy hair. “My pretty boy, wanna knot me?”

From the way his cock bobbed violently, you knew his answer.

Your husband had you pinned in a second, growling lowly into your ear. “Pretty mate, already want another litter of pups? Gonna make you a mommy all over again…”

So you spent Mother’s Day a bit sore and full of cum, but competent satisfied.

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luniarix · 12 hours

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FAVORITE FOLLOWER

ᥫ᭡synopsis : you have a mysterious follower who has been swiping up on your stories to flirt with you, and when you finally stop hesitating to reply back, he’s quick to make sure he sweeps you off your feet. if you let him, of course.

ᥫ᭡NOTE : the texts are a bit cut off, and i rlly don’t know how to fix it since it’s an app thing so :’))) (and don’t mind the dates on the texts(´；ω；`) it was too much of a hassle to change em LMAO) but just know that toji is complimenting you in each text you sexies <333

CW : fem!reader, chubby!reader, shy!reader, fluff, flirting, gentleman!toji, biker!toji, reader being an overthinker, slight angst (reader’s inner thoughts), talks of insecurity and reassurance, long distance!au, texting!au (with some cheesy texts), toji pining after u first o(｀ω´ )o, the bff is up to interpretation of your own gals :-)

a prequel to *⁀➷ 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜

“did he swipe up again?” your best friend asks, taking a bite out of the fruit bowl she was indulging in. you chew on your bottom lip, a way to try and suppress your lingering smile as you glance at her. “uh—yeah.” you breathlessly say, staring at the dms between you and another user.

toji was his name. you knew that much by his user and the way friends addressed him in the comments. he was a mysterious person, because although he posted himself, it was never much of his face. he was a biker, and he’d usually post the late night drives he went on. so that means, his helmet was all you could usually see.

but oh god, even if he didn’t show his face, everything else about him was so sexy. you just knew that he was so, so handsome. your best friend never fails to mention that huge possibility when the topic of toji himself is brought up—and intrigues you even more about who he really is.

“what’d he text you?” your friend asks, raising a brow as she sees the way you’re trying to hide the growing smile as you’re staring at your phone screen. you clear your throat, trying to act nonchalant. “nothing, he just said that i look pretty from my story.” she stares at you with a knowing look.

“let me see.” she gets up to walk over to you, curiosity and excitement written all over her face. you bashfully hesitate to show her your screen, but when you do—she’s practically geeking.

“girl why haven’t you replied to him yet?!”she scrolls up to see that he’s been consistently replying to your stories for a while, and you’re looking away from her piercing stare.

“2 and a half months of him flirting in your dms? and you’ve only been liking his texts?babes c’mon!! you should answer him!” your friend playfully hits her hips with yours and you groan. “well i would but—but i just haven’t had the courage to.” you place your head down, folding your arms under your head as support. your friend scoots closer towards you and places your phone right beside your elbow.

“just start by responding to his most recent flirty text to the picture you posted the other day.” you raise your head up again and grab your phone, glancing at your friend anxiously. she winks back at you in reassurance. you huff and slowly straighten your back, staring at your screen as you try to think of how to finally respond to him.

spring had just started rolling around, and the picture you posted on your story was of you in a long sleeve body con dress. you didn’t look anywhere near extravagant, as it was simply supposed to be an outfit out for a arcade night with your friends. but the way toji complimented you, you might as well have been wearing a dress to some gala.

he always had a formal way of complimenting— and if you were being honest, you liked it so much more than what men were complimenting you with.

u fine asf. u send? and yo u sexy, let me hit pls aren’t exactly what a girl wants to hear as a conversation starter.

you suck in your bottom lip, chewing on the soft skin as you begin to type. you wanted to respond at one point, but with how highly he praised you, you shied away from flirting back as you felt a bit intimidated by him— more so because he was so mysterious and the way he carried himself was intriguing. you wanted to get to know him, truly.

but if you didn’t live up to what he was expecting? if you end up making him pull away somehow? if he wanted more than you could give? if you weren’t enough?

the overwhelming thoughts of overthinking chipped away at your eagerness to reply back, and so you’ve been putting it off. but with the push of your friend, you decide that it’s time to finally pull up those big girl panties and text the man that has been complimenting you in ways that has you swooning over and over again.

you decided that it’d be best to respond with a simple thank you, as you were still nervous as to how to start a conversation with him.

you stare at the screen as you groan, cringing at your own texts as you believed that maybe you should’ve said something different. you began to debate if you should just delete the text and say something else, but the more you thought about it the more you got into your own head. it wasn’t until you see the words “seen” under your texts that you begin freaking out.

“oh my god he’s texting—what the fuck!!” you panicked as you threw your phone across the table and began to fan yourself. your friend stares at you before cracking up, grabbing your phone as she hears a ding. “he texted you back already? girl he want you so bad. hurry up and reply!” she tosses your phone back to you, and you groan as you try to calm your nerves.

this was so stupid, it’s not like this was the first time someone was sliding up your dms—but it was different with him. toji was someone who you’d started crushing on the first time he swiped up. so like, freaking out was a normal reaction no?

“hurry up and check what he said!!” your friend ushers you while laughing to turn your phone back on as you playfully swat her away. you go back to instagram, and you can’t help but get flushed all over again.

you wince in shame. of course he would ask you as soon as you replied back—after all, you did keep him hanging for 2 and a half months while he was basically flirting with the wall in your dms. but he can’t blame you! you liked all of his texts, and you were just too shy (more like hesitant) to respond back until now! he’ll understand, right?

you sigh at the utter arrogance of that thought process. but you had to be honest with him, you knew that. but starting off a conversation in which you explained your insecurities and overthinking with him wasn’t a good first impression for yourself for a man that could blossom into someone more than a stranger—so you decided to give him a short yet truthful answer.

maybe, if (when) you two had the chance to grow into something more in the future, you would answer him in full.

if you were being honest, it’s quite endearing to know that toji’s clearly been waiting for your responses, and he’s now typing back. you tug at your oversized shirt as you let out a sigh of relief.

it was an exhale that you didn’t even know you were holding in.

you softly laugh at your silly overthinking, realizing how much you let the thoughts consume you that you hadn’t even given yourself the chance to get to know toji.

it seemed frightening the longer you pondered the interaction, and you probably should’ve done this a while ago.

after all, the things that frighten us within our minds tend to be less scarier when we’re actually faced with them.

“so how’s the convo with mysterious biker going?” your friend's soft-spoken voice brings you out of your inner monologue. you turn your body slightly towards her as you place your phone down to calm your nerves. they were good nerves, though. you were excited to finally get to talk to him.

a small but glowing smile forms on your lips as you prop your elbows on the table, resting your chin on your palms. "it's going good—and we're getting towards an actual conversation." your friend doesn’t miss how your eyes twinkle with giddiness, and she grins at you. “okay girl, see—i told you you should’ve texted him way sooner.” she gives you a pointed stare and you avert your gaze embarrassedly.

“i know,” you sheepishly shrug your shoulders, grabbing your phone again to look at what toji said. “i might have been holding myself back from letting him in—even if it was for just a moment.” you admit, words slowly dying out as you stare at your screen.

oh my. did he just call you mamas? and he’s been wanting to get to know you? he’s been wanting you? this whole time?

you almost let out a loud squeal, but you cover it up by keeping your fist near your mouth, muffling the giddy noise you made. was it even possible to fold this fast in a conversation? because surely, you knew by now that you didn’t want to stop here.

you almost didn’t even notice the change of texting toji had because of how exhilarated you felt, but you found it so cute as you believed it to be him getting more comfortable with you.

oh, you should’ve—really should’ve—talked to him much sooner. but you shouldn’t dwell on it anymore, as you still ended up talking to him. you begin to type, cheeks hurting from how hard you’re grinning, and your head in cloud 9.

“so,” your friend starts, having you turn your attention to her once again. "i see that you and toji are hitting it off pretty well, huh?" she raises her brows at you teasingly. you laugh, nodding your head in response.

“yeah… i—” you cut yourself off, trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. “i thought that it would be really intimidating if i ever talked to him, but i realized that i was just… afraid, i guess?” you timidly shrug your shoulders, because admitting how you felt out loud made you realize how trivial your hesitation actually was.

“now you know, hm?” your friend gives you a warm smile, knowing that the realization had hit you. she doesn’t tease you about it, nor does she make any more comments besides that.

no one should be forced to step out of their comfort zone if they aren't ready to do so anyway.

you give her a toothy-grin, nodding energetically. you were ecstatic—to say the least. “i’m not sure where this’ll go but i really want to take that leap—he’s super sweet and so cute.” your friend whistles in agreement. “look at what he’s said then!”

and so you do.

a sudden surge of warmth blooms and spreads throughout your chest, reaching up your neck and spreading across your face. you were warm, but it (mostly) wasn’t because you were swooning for toji once again—it was because you felt like this was the start of something new.

you had a gut feeling that this was going to be a long, and most definitely exciting new journey. and this time; you weren’t hesitant.

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snugglebug-mj-blog · 15 hours

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Adopted by papa crewel

It was a normal Friday afternoon and class was ending as y/n walked past Mr. Crewels desk he spoke up “Y/N I need you to stay after for a second” Mr. Crewel said as he continued to grade papers. Y/n waved bye to her friends and grim as she stayed behind in the classroom. “Am I in trouble?” Y/n asked as she pulled up a chair. “No” Mr. Crewel answered

“Did grim do something?” Y/n

“No” crewel

“Did ace and deuce do something?” Y/n

“No” crewel

Mr. Crewel just smiled slightly as he placed his pen down and looked at y/n who was trying to figure out why she had to stay behind. “I wanted to ask you something important” crewel started y/n looked at him before slightly tilting her head. “Go on” y/n said with a confused smile, crewel sighed before placing a piece of paper in front of y/n. It was a adoption paper, y/n looked up at crewel in shock “before you say anything let me explain. I know you want to back home but it's just for now or if sadly there is no way back. Like for breaks you'll have somewhere to go instead of staying on campus. It's ok if you want you don't want to but-” “you actually want me as your daughter?” Y/n had interrupted crewel. Crewel looked at her and saw she had tears in her eyes. “Of course you like a daughter I've never had but always wanted. Your smart, brave, Hella stubborn and more” crewel said standing up and walking over to her. Y/n jumped up and hugged him crewel froze before wrapping his arms around her “But even if you say yes I won't give you any special treatment at school anyway” crewel said with a laugh y/n laughed as well.

Back home y/n was normal always by herself but here she has friends and now someone who wants to adopt her. Y/n pulled away from the hug and looked up at crewel “are you sure about this?” Y/n asked one last time crewel put a hand on her head “Yes my daughter” he replied y/n smiled and signed the paper. Crewel couldn't be happier one he has a daughter (and a devil cat) and two he gets to put Crowley through more hell. “Am I aloud to tell anyone?” Y/n asked crewel nodded as he picked up the paper “Yes I want all those bad pups to know if they mess with you they get to deal with me. Plus grim will have to know as well since he goes with you everywhere” crewel said with a proud smile. Y/n smiled again hugging him before running off to tell her friends the good (not so good for them) news.

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gemini-sensei · 1 day

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Thinking about Reader who is best friends with Moon and Yasmine. She's rich and pretty, curvy and gorgeous. Moon loves Reader's curves and admires them from the side for so long. They end up getting together after a day by the pool and Reader caught Moon staring. Yasmine is their number one supporter while also teasing the hell out of them. It's super sweet and they're the It couple everyone wants to be or are jealous of.

Then there's shy!Eli, who wants to be with them.

He has a big fat crush on the couple. He shares a class with them where they are so cute all of the time. Then he shares a class with just Moon and he helps her when she has questions. He and Reader are lab partners and she's so kind and sweet. They're both so good at heart and are wonderful people, it's no wonder he falls for them. Not to mention they are both absolutely gorgeous.

So when they're at the library together, he's surprised to find the couple making out between the shelves at the back of the room. They're supposed to be finding topics for a research paper, not sucking face. Not that he says anything to them about it. He's flustered to have found them and they just giggle when they realize he's there. They run away and leave him a cute little mess.

The next time he runs into them, they're getting high in Moon's car in a parking lot. He didn't know he was walking up on them smoking dope but he knew he saw them. He just wanted to make sure they were okay because he didn't think they'd just be sitting in her car. They smile when they see him and invite him to smoke. He was just at the comic shop but he has nowhere else to be, so he just shyly says yes. He just can't say no to them.

They all pile into the backseat and they give him his first blunt. He coughs and they laugh and tell him that's normal. He doesn't plan on smoking a lot of Moon's weed because he thinks that's rude, but he smokes more than he thinks he does. They're all so high and giggly.

Eli is so relaxed and unbothered by anything. He can't even worry about his lip and how the two beautiful ladies think of him because of it. He's just so mesmerized by them as they feel each other up and giggle. Then all of a sudden he's between them and Reader is feeling up his chest while Moon is kissing his neck. He's so flustered but he's so high he can hardly feel it. He's just in heaven at that moment.

Then Reader grabs his face and kisses him and it's his first kiss and amazing. He melts into it and he has a hand her waist and his other hand is on Moon's. They're taking care of him and he feels like he's on cloud nine. Reader is giggly when she pulls out of the kiss and pecks his lips again and again and again. And then he's making out with Moon while Reader plays with his hair.

They take him back to Moon's place and make out a lot more. They're too high to function and do much more than kiss and giggle and touch each other. They end up on Moon's bed and he's in between them. They keep pulling his head side to side for kisses and then sometimes they switch and are making out with each other with him watching and it's so intense but at the same time not. It's the most of any affectionate and attention Eli has ever witnessed let alone experienced. He feels so lucky and in the most genuine way too because he's a loser in his mind, why did these two beautiful ladies choose him to kiss on and make out with of all people?

When things start winding down, he does ask them that. Reader giggles and answers, "Because we like you, duh."

Mood adds, "Yeah, we've thought you're super cute for a while now. And your so nice. And kind. And handsome..."

"Me? Handsome?" he stutters.

They hum and nod and snuggle up to him. They're tired now, the weed making them sleepy on top of all the furious making out and groping and touching they've been doing. Eli himself can barely keep his eyes open.

"So handsome," Moon hums.

Reader brushes her thumb over Eli's scar. "Amd sexy... in a cute nerdy way."

They giggle and kiss his face, tickling him and he laughs and blushes and can't believe he's in this situation. What does this all mean?

Well, when they're all sober, the ladies ask Eli to be their boyfriend and he shyly agrees. They pull him in for lots of kisses and hugs and little make out sessions. It's tooth-rottingly sweet but Eli couldn't be happier. Here he was thinking he'd never get a girlfriend and then all of a sudden he has two. Two amazing, sweet, lovely girlfriends.

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cottonlemonade · 11 hours

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Hello, may I please have a small mocha late for here for Oikawa please?

Celebrating An Anniversary With Your Husband

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing once

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“You ready, babe?”

Tooru buttoned the cuffs of his evening shirt when he came back into the bedroom to check up on your progress and let out a low whistle at the sight.

You grinned at him in the reflection of the mirror as you smoothed out the little black dress clinging to your curves.

“You look phenomenal.”

“You clean up nicely yourself.”, you winked at your husband who was not even hiding the fact he was ogling the matching set of underwear clearly visible in your state of unzipped.

You reached around and grabbed the zipper to end the preview but it got stuck halfway.

“Mind helping me for a sec, honey?”

Only too readily Tooru came to your aid and didn’t miss a beat, setting a kiss on your shoulder, then your neck.

“Mmh, new perfume…?”, he said quietly into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

You nodded and met his eyes in the mirror again. You knew the look and one of his hands was already giving your butt a good squeeze when you reminded him, “The zipper, please?”

“Ugh.”, he groaned dramatically and got to work. But the dress became looser again and threatened to fall.

“Up, Tooru!”, you laughed.

“Oh sorry, got confused.”

He finished the task assigned to him, then hugged you from the back, placed his chin on your shoulder and took in the reflection of you two.

“Shit, how did I ever get you?”, he said suddenly, letting his large hands roam over the soft body he loved so so much.

“Yeah, how did the volleyball star ever get that chubby girl?”, you asked sarcastically.

He pouted.

“You had me from the very first day, y/n-chan.”, your husband said and you scoffed as you remembered his pre-dating antics.

“I mean it.”, he slowly spun you around so you would face him, keeping one hand on your hips while the other went up to cup your cheek.

“You were - and are - beautiful inside and out.”, he said simply, “I never had a chance.”

He lovingly ran his thumb across your lips and his eyes widened ever so slightly when you opened your mouth to suck it. Letting your warm tongue dance for a second you released him a few moments later with a soft plop.

“And there is that…” Tooru’s voice was lower now.

He led you backwards towards your bed and gently pushed you down on it. As he hovered over you, you attempted a feeble protest, “Baby, we waited months for this reservation.”

“We can still go to dinner.”, Tooru said sweetly, leaning down to kiss your neck and pushing his knee up between your legs, “I’m just getting a jump on dessert.”

As he grabbed handfuls of your breasts and hips, you tried one more time, “I spent so much time getting ready…”

He slowly brushed the hem up over your thighs and then went to unbuckle his belt, “That’s fine, my love. You can keep the dress on.”

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jadestone2 · 2 days

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Voice of a melody

Theme: fluff

Summery: your a famous singer who came to Sumero to perform, someone catches your eye. You could feel something brewing between you both

Pair: alhaitham x chubby reader

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A/n this is me building up the start, they just met after all! I can’t believe I already finished part 1

Rumors say that her voice was as pure as a melody, her eyes shining brighter than the richest ore in Liyue. She travels nation to nation, singing for people who live there, you were the talk of most conversations.

You remember the day you performed on the stage of Fontaine, lady Furina and chief justice Neuvillette would be watching. You were extremely nervous, but everything went smoothly.

“Your concert was a delight, I hope you visit Fontaine once more! I shall throw you an outstanding welcome that not others could do!” Furina’s voice rang in your head, her words made you feel so prideful. You even made the stoic chief of justice smile, his nod in approval.

Sure, Fontaine’s theater was a great place for your concert. But that didn’t spark you that much, it was the land of overgrown vegetation that made you interested.

Sumero was a land of many skills, from arts to dancing. It intrigued you, you’ve heard the scenery there was something that you could never experience again.

The problem was, you were walking into a nation but yourself, you didn’t even know how to get there! But luckily, a group of people recognized you.

They offered you a free ride to Sumero, which you gratefully took up their offer. The boat sailing through the quiet waters of Sumero, the soft music playing.

It was true, the scenery was perfect here! The grass was the greenest, the trees grew tall and reached for the sky, the flowers were bright in color.

The people who gave you a free ride told you countless stories of the dendro archon, she kept certain wisdom hidden to keep her people safe, the desert that contained many artifacts and secrets of kind Deshret.

You dip your hand in the cool water, giggling when the fish swam away from your hand. You grab at a lotus as you pass bunches of them, the light blue water flower in your hand.

You quietly sing to the music, smiling wider when one of the children attempts to sing along with you. You feel a bit sad when the boat slows down at a dock, not wanting to leave the comfortable environment.

You pluck the leaves of the lotus off, putting the blue flower in the child’s hair. Warmth fills your heart when they cling onto your leg, not wanting you to leave.

Their parents had to pull them off, saying that you had important things to do. The child pours but eventually lets go of your leg.

“I appreciate you for giving me a free ride, I hope to see you guys another time!” You say, a big smile on your face.

You step out the boat, waving at them as they float away from your view. You couldn’t help but feel a tad nervous, after all you're in a land with nothing!

Honestly, what were you thinking?! You just showed up on land without any idea how this was going to work.

Your eyes shine as you notice flowers, you quickly walk over, plucking some. The flowers seemed to trail somewhere, you follow the path.

The quiet sounds of music plays, you must be at a local place. You meet with people walking around and chatting with each other.

You listen to people’s conversations, some of them were talking about a girl named Nilou who recently performed on stage.

That’s exactly what you needed to hear, but where can you find her? Your face morphs into confusion when you see people walking out of a big door, the door led inside a tree?

You quietly walk through the door, many little stores scattered inside, along with a stage in the middle.

“Hey, isn't that the singer who’s supposed to perform here?” You hear a couple of people say, they definitely are talking about you.

You accidentally bump into a red haired girl, almost falling down. She stumbles not, before turning to face you.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ You say, panicking.

“You're the singer! You came to Sumero to sing, right?” She says she seemed quite excited to meet you.

“You’ve heard of me?” You ask, are you dumb? Everyone knows you, even the fatui knows about you!

“Well of course! You managed to make everyone in Sumero eager for your arrival!” She replies, she gently pulls you with her.

She helps you set up everything, now you have a place to perform! If it wasn’t for her you’d be so lost and confused about everything

“Thank you so much, if it wasn’t for you I’d be so lost” You say, smiling at her.

“Anytime! Oh, I’m Nilou! I already know who you are! Did you just arrive?” Nilou giggles, moving some of her hair from her eyes.

You nod your head, now that you go where you're going, the song is figured out. All that is left is, where are you going to rest?

That is extremely awkward and embarrassing, showing up to a place with nowhere to sleep. Maybe Nilou can also help you with that, though you don’t want to put too much work on her.

“I don’t exactly have a place to sleep” You mumble, blushing in embarrassment.

“Oh! No worries, I have a friend who can help you out!” Nilou says, tugging you with her.

You pant, she made you run to someone's house. She said her name was Layla.

“Layla! Open up, please!” Nilou shouts, you awkwardly stand there.

The door slowly opens up, revealing a blue haired woman. She seemed extremely sleep deprived, barely awake.

“Oh Layla, you still haven’t improved your sleep schedule” Nilou scolds, her hands on her hips.

“Mmh, I’m sorry. So much work” Layla says, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“Layla, do you think you can provide her a room? She’s a famous singer who is going to sing for the people of Sumero!” Nilou says, putting on puppy eyes.

Layla nods her head slowly, it seemed like she didn’t even hear what Nilou said, just nodding her head. Nilou notices and takes her chance, smiling happily.

“Wonderful! Thanks again, Layla! Come on, we have many places for us to see!” Nilou says, gently grabbing your hands and leading you from Layla’s house.

“Bye..” Layla says, closing her door.

“So, have you heard of a certain scribe and his roommate~?” Nilou asks, trying to indulge in a conversation.

“A scribe and his roommate? Nope, doesn’t sound familiar” you say, almost bumping into Nilou again when she suddenly stops.

“You’ve never heard of the scribe and his roommate?! Alhaitham and Kaveh?” Nilou asks, her voice getting louder. You nod your head no, shrieking when she pulls you with her again.

“Alhaitham is the scribe, he is super stoic and barely says anything nice. While his roommate, Kaveh, is loud and can be obnoxious sometimes” she says, leading you back to the heart of Sumero’s city.

“I’ll tell you more about them, I’ve got some things to do. We’ll meet again!” Nilou says, giving you a quick hug.

You watch her walk away, blending into the crowd of people. You let out a sigh, deciding it would be best to take a walk. You walk away from the busy city, sitting down at a nearby lake.

You could see your reflection, you looked so worn out. Everything happened so fast, you desperately needed a break.

Your performance was today, you needed to get ready! Somehow you remember the way back to Layla’s house, knocking on her door.

You could hear the loud snores suddenly stop, someone scrambling to get the door.

“Oh, it’s you” she says, mildly uninterested, or maybe she was just so exhausted.

She opens her door wider, allowing you to come inside. You thank her, wandering inside her house.

“Your performance is tonight, right? There will be a music festival happening right before..” She asks, she seemed happy to share information with you.

“Will you be attending?” You ask, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Mmh, I’ll go with you, if you want..” she says, you could hear the hint of joy in her voice. You smile, feeling the sudden burst of energy.

“I’d love that” you say, smiling.

It was now dark outside, Layla did end up coming with you. She chatted to you about astrology, you could tell she hasn’t been able to chat with anyone for ages.

“You’ve got this” she says, watching you walk up the stairs of the stage.

You wave at her, almost screaming when someone touches your shoulders.

“It’s almost time, everyone is gathering up here. Are you ready?” Nilou asks, rubbing your shoulders to calm your nerves.

“Just a bit nervous.. I think I got it” you say, wiping the thin sheet of sweat on your forehead.

Nilou nods her head, sending you thumbs up as she joins the crowd. Every eye was one you, your voice flowing like a melody through the room.

Your eyes dart around the room as you sing your heart out, making eye contact with a green haired man. You could feel your heart flutter, almost losing concentration.

Everyone around him sways to the music, humming your tune. While he says there with a stoic expression, you could see that he seemed intrigued by you.

The sun fully went as the night took place, the stars twinkling. Your voice fills the Sumerian people’s ears, the night filled with your melody.

You were able to catch the eye of the scribe, you made him feel a certain way he’s never felt before.

You could see Nilou and Layla standing together, poor Layla. Nilou was shaking her, she must have been excited to hear you sing. The quiet night is filled with your voice echoing.

Please don’t make me beg, I desperately want to make this a series! taglist: @ihatelifesm @shyfurina

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