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sunstaar · 1 year

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Goodnight's Rest

Kakashi Hatake x gn!Reader

Word Count: 0,7k

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Summary: Cuddling up on the couch with your dear husband and falling asleep was exactly what both of you needed after a long week of work.

Kakashi’s frame felt almost weightless as the silver-haired male allowed himself to fall back onto the couch, the several cushions he had gotten when moving in softening his impact significantly. He let out a long-needed sigh, sinking further into the cushions as he allowed himself and his muscles to relax after a long and undoubtedly stressful week.

“Can I get something for you, darling?” Your sweet voice asked from where you rested your arms on the backrest of the couch, your back slightly arched as you stood.

He pondered for a moment, before ultimately shaking his head, ignoring how several strands of his silver hair fell to land in between his eyes.

“I’m going to get myself some tea and join you then.” You said before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, leaving to make your way to the kitchen.

It was almost a routine the two of you settled into for one evening during the week, a day on which neither of you was swamped by mountains of work, leaving barely to no time to spend with the other. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the tranquillity and domesticity that followed after a stressful week which had you ready to pull out your hair one by one, the workload gnawing at your nerves. Coming home to rest in the loving embrace of your spouse was the cure to your difficult work life, the one thing keeping you from exploding after a long day of near insanity.

In the kitchen, you placed the tea kettle on the stove and carefully began boiling the water and kept a careful eye on it as you prepared two mugs with your favorite flavors of tea in it. While your husband would always shake his head when you would ask him if he would like something, a nice hot tea in the afternoon to soothe his throat and warm his body was something he was never able to reject.

As soon as the kettle began to whistle loudly on the stove, you slipped your hand into an oven mitten and reached out to pick up the kettle, pouring the steaming hot water until both of your mugs were almost filled to the rim. Atop floated each of your teabags, soaking in the water and staining it a different unsaturated colour.

“Here you go.” You said, placing down one of the mugs in front of your husband and the other where you intend to be sitting. Similar as Kakashi had done before, you also allowed yourself to fall back onto the couch, your body sinking into the soft material.

Kakashi leaned toward you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you, my love.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, further leaning into his body. “It was my pleasure,” For a moment, you closed your eyes and simply indulged in the warmth radiating from your husband’s body, a sigh of relief escaping you.

“Exhausted?”

“Very.” You confirmed with a yawn, one you were unable to stifle with your hand.

Kakashi gently knocked his head against yours. “Then get some sleep, my love.”

Your eyes grew heavier with every minute you resisted against the exhaustion weighing down on your frame, the soft and comforting voice of your husband slowly lulling you into a more sleepy state. You could barely keep your eyes open, even as you excessively argued with him about not wanting to go to sleep yet, that you wanted to spend some more time with him before ending the day. There were barely opportunities to spend such a day with your husband, after all, and you were not ready to waste one of them by going to sleep early.

The solution to the silly problem, Kakashi had come up with was rather simple: instead of further indulging in the argument, which he admittedly found to be very endearing, he reached toward the other end of the couch and grabbed onto the wool blanket placed there, pulling it toward him. In one swift movement, he spread the blanket across himself and his spouse, gently tucking them into it.

“We’ll both get some sleep then.” Kakashi said with a certain amount of finality to his words, pressing one last kiss to his dear lover’s temple, before he allowed for his eyes to flutter shut, giving into his own pent-up exhaustion.

Curling into Kakashi’s warm side, you were the first to doze off into an undisturbed dream, swiftly followed by your husband also dozing off, his head leaning onto yours, the tea set on the table long forgotten.

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suprecorp · 7 months

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*girls when it is literally eating away at their psyche* whatever

#girls is gender neutral we can all be girls #when your psyche is literally deteriorating bc of x thing. you guys get it #my x thing was yellowjackets. like all of them. all of it #500 #1k #5k #10k

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simonzmama · 20 days

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‘magine that hot sloppy make out sesh with hubby!simon!!!

his fingers would be curling into that soft, plush skin of your ass, nails digging their way through the thick second-skin of your jeans. n the diamond of his jaw tilts, tongue delving further into your mouth ‘til you’re ‘bout spluttering on that sweet, pink muscle.

you’ve got your own set of freshly manicured (thanks to him course) hands all up on him. cupping that v of his jaw, his neck, down every ridge of his hard-worked for abs. you struggle through every inhale, exhales heating his face as he swallows your warm breath and lets his mingle in your mouth.

he lets out a soft grumble when the edges of his pearly whites clash with yours n it fuels something in him. his fingers curl around the back of your head, tongue swirling n dancing around in your mouth till you struggle to keep up with him.

your fingers curl around the base of his neck, the band of your sparkling wedding ring cools his skin n causes his skin to rise in tender goosebumps. his tendons flex, fingers following suit n he can straight up feel the perk of his dick in his pants, the slight vulnerability that shoots down his spine drives him into an absolute frenzy.

he hikes you closer to him ‘till you can feel the rock of his pecs under your ass n you can’t help the giggle that passes you. his lips curl, spit mixing between your mouths before he’s pulling away and licking that string of saliva connecting your mouths as one.

“what’re you laughin’ for, hon? you tryna take a ride up here?”―୨୧⋆ ˚

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emmyrosee · 11 days

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anon sent me an ask about toddler yuuji putting flowers in readers hair and reader putting one in Sukuna’s hair and of COURSE MY ASS DELETED IT- so here it is in a not so pretty format ☹️🫶🏻

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Tiny legs toddle over to sukuna, only to bypass him completely and waddle to you, a dandelion clenched in his fist. The yellow flower looks brighter in the sunlight, but not as bright as your smile when yuuji nudges the flower at you proudly. “For me?” You coo, and he nods victoriously.

“Head!” He says, patting your head gently with his free hand. You give him a hum of understanding, bowing down so the small boy can plant the weed in himself; he does so, happily, and Sukuna’s heart squeezes at the sight.

There’s a contrast of the yellow that now nests in your tresses versus the hues in your hair, and when you turn to smile at him, Sukuna’s own lips curl into a small smirk. He’d never tell you, but the fact his favorite little twerp has taken more than a liking to you means the world to him, and he adores watching you both interact as smoothly as you do.

He sees the love in Yuuji’s eyes. He’s almost positive it’s the same love he looks at you with.

When the small child comes back over to give you another flower, you capture it in your own hand to slip it into Sukuna’s in the same place as yours rests. He blinks, unamused, only for you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“Looks good with your tattoos,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his jawline, which he hums appreciatively at. “Makes you less scary.”

“I’m not scary,” he scoffs. “I’m threatening.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you snort.

Yuuji’s eyes suddenly light up and his chubby legs carry him back to the dandelions, one hand grabs the yellow weed, the other grabs a puffy, white one. When he runs back to show you both, the puffs have disappeared from the bud of the dandelion and flown into the air, leaving just a stem.

“For you!” He chirps, passing you the yellow weed. Then, he turns to Sukuna and thrusts his small hand at his brother- only to then drop in confusion when there’s no longer fluff adorning the weed. “Huh?”

“It blew away, bud,” Sukuna sighs. “Gotta be careful with those, be gentle.”

Yuuji merely blinks big eyes at his brother in confusion, but it quickly fades and turns to pride as he ushers the stem to his older brother. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“We’cm ‘suku!”

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kentopedia · 3 months

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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

#this is very silly #i just wanted to get it out of my drafts #i’ve had this thought for a while but #i decided i didn’t want to write a whole drabble so now you get this #kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me #and so is him having a cat tehe #selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but it’s not that obvious i hope #beloved kento 💋 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#nanami x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#jjk x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami x gender neutral reader

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thoughtssvt · 1 month

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adventures of sugardaddy nanami kento and his frugal sugarbaby [pt. 1]

nanami kento x reader ; domestic fluff ; suggestive | [ pt. 2 ]

MDNI — 18+ interactions only

you were probably the most frugal sugar baby nanami had ever met. given you were the only sugar baby he'd met.

he heaved a heavy sigh as his quiet footsteps came to a stop several feet behind you. you were clad in nothing but a shirt two sizes too big, a thin layer of sweat on your skin shining in the yellow light that seeped into his kitchen, steam swirling through the air as you scrubbed away.

"you know i have a dishwasher, right?" he huffed almost disappointedly.

you squeaked a sound of confusion. "why would i use that when i could just wash them?" you tutted as if it was the obvious answer.

he draped his body over yours, melting into you. "because the dishwasher came with the place," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, softly grumbling at the feeling of the small wet spots against your tummy. "i pay you to sit pretty, i didn't pay you to be a maid," he mumbled into your shoulder. "have you even bought anything for yourself with your allowance?"

a wide smile spread across your face, your posture perking against his weight. "yes!" you say proudly, "this dish rack and this scrub daddy!" you chime, holding up the yellow smiley face for kento to see.

your brows quirked into confusion as kento sucked in a slow, deep breath through his nose. "so... you bought me something?" he pointed out trying his hardest not to pinch the bridge of his nose.

you hummed in thought, "well technically i bought us something."

he seemed to slump heavier against you, "seriously, what am i to do with you?"

"praise me for my sound financial decisions and clean dishes?" you giggled, turning your head to plant a soft kiss against his cheek.

the grip around your midsection tightened, kento's body rapidly heating, "if it's praise you want, it's praise you'll get," his voice rumbled deep in his chest as he slowly pulled you away from the sink, uncaring that you weren't done yet. not even the running faucet was enough to keep him from pulling you back to bed so you can sit pretty exactly how he wanted.

A/N : idk if i'll make this a series tbh i just wanted to get this out. it got me through washing a mountain of dishes lol ahhh I was also itching to post bc I missed you guys

part 2 | nanami x reader masterlist | sugar daddy kento masterlist

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i-loved-silly · 3 months

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yandere monster x darling who found them in the woods. Darling y/n who showed them a bit of kindness by not running away immediately and offering a bit of food from their bag. The creature looked thin but large in height and certainly not weak in any way.

You’ve heard legends about this monster. Legends that strictly stated that it killed anyone who crossed the woods and was the opposite of forgiving. But it didn’t try to hurt you so why not!

Oh and it would never hurt you. Not after you treated it so kindly. Surely it must mean you hold them so dearly in your heart, right? You’re not like the other village people

Yan!monster who didn’t realize it until hours after it last saw you. How stupid of them, you were gone already! They should have followed you back home, you would have welcomed them in right? You like them after all. And they like you.

They’ll spend the rest of their lives searching for that feeling again, for you specifically.

They know the woods like the back of their hand, they’ll search endlessly until they catch a bit of your scent. No matter how long it takes. It pays attention whenever it hears or smells another human, but it’s never you. And those humans never come out of the woods again. Come find them please, they yearn to hear your voice again and the softness of your expression. They don’t know what they’ll do if they don’t find you soon

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obsessivelullabies · 2 months

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seeing simon’s face for the first time.

simon was anxious to show you what his face was. he swore to himself the next time he opened himself to someone would be during his autopsy. until he met you.

you changed everything. his whole life began to revolve around you. he adored you. he constantly worried if you felt the same. simon’s a confident man, he wasn’t ugly - far from it, but he worried about what taking off the mask symbolized.

late at night, you two stayed up in bed, talking mindlessly. simon had promised to show you his face tonight. you waited patiently for him. you knew that no matter what simon looked like, you would love him.

as the conversation dulled, simon took a deep breath and silently slipped off the mask. you stared at his face in pure awe and adoration. he was perfect to you.

immediately, you nuzzled your nose against his, pressing your lips onto his, savoring the taste and feel of his lips. simon drew your body closer to him.

as you pulled away, you don’t know when you teared up, you babbled your next words, “si..”

“yes, lovie?” he whispered.

“i never would’ve guessed you were blonde,” you choked out through tears.

simon simply chuckled in response, kissing you once again.

i’ve studied and practiced my english for YEARS and NO ONE told me gargled was not a term for speaking. /nm

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sunstaar · 1 year

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hc: Harry cooks for you

Word Count: 0,3k

Author's Note: something short and sweet for today!

one of the few good things that came out of Harry growing up with the Dursley’s are, without a doubt, his cooking skills

years of preparing breakfast, lunch, and dinner for his aunt, uncle, and cousin taught him a lot, more than a child his age should have learned

before he met you, cooking was connotated with awful memories, it was something Harry rarely enjoyed

after you, however, the connotation becomes more positive, much happier

once the two of you began dating, and even occasionally before, Harry adores spoiling you

whether that meant showering you with endless love and gifts, or preparing meals for you

for Harry, there is something ordinary and normal about cooking for you, something that makes him forget the circumstances of his fate, the misfortune haunting him all his life

it makes him feel like you and him are just muggles, no magic, just you and him

when he is with you, he is not the chosen one, but just Harry, a boy who has had a beyond average life so far

in all honesty, Harry doesn’t mind cooking for you, not at all, really

rather, he enjoys it quite a lot

he would never admit it aloud, but before cooking something for you, Harry would train vicariously how to prepare the meal first

he wouldn’t want to mess up in front of you, after all, wanting to make a good impression

whatever food you would want to eat, he’d learn and make it for you, no exceptions

anything for you, that’s his motto

“I prepared something for you.” Harry would say, placing the plate down in front of you, a plate for himself in his other hand.

“You didn’t have to!” You’d say every time, a blush adorning your cheeks.

not to your surprise, the food he has specifically made for you tastes mouth-watering

neither does it surprise Harry when you tackle him in a hug afterward, pressing kisses to his cheeks, giggles escaping you

even if he tried, Harry honestly couldn’t imagine anything better than making you happy

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry #potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #gender neutral reader #gender neutral you

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ozzgin · 2 months

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Omg bro yk whats been on my mind for do long?? A demon king trying to court a hero reader. Like the hero has already fought and defeated the king but somehow he comes back and he's desperately trying to get the hero to join him (in more ways than one). He wants the reader to be his spouse and leader of his army against the corrupt human race and the reader (now fallen from stardom due to the evil kings defeat) just wants him gone and to be left alone. Idk if this makes sense but I need to see SOMEONE write abt it before I lose my last marble.

-Doll

This is giving me Dragon Quest vibes, haha. Not a trope I'm too familiar with, but it sounds interesting nonetheless. I shall do my best! Sorry for the delay, I hope it's close to what you imagined. :)

Yandere! Demon King x Hero! Reader

As it goes with villains, they always find a way to return. This time, the Demon King has a different plan in mind. You were prepared for anything, from evil schemes to ancient conjured weapons...except for a wedding ring cordially placed before you. Do you say yes?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, 🔥proposal (literally)

[Part 2]

You still remember everything so fondly. How you crawled out of that enormous crater, body battered and weak, as everyone watched in horror and held their breaths. Finally, you raised your fist victoriously. The Demon King had been, at last, defeated. The people cheered and cried and pulled you up under thundering waves of applause. Peace was no longer just a dream.

A sweet, innocent memory, even more so given its fleeting nature. The genuine smiles of gratitude quickly turned into crooked grins asking for favors. Before you knew it, you became some sort of political accessory to convince the masses. Posing for photos, shaking hands, being interviewed with bizarrely planned questions reeking of propaganda. You suddenly felt burdened, heavy, disappointed. This was not the kind of fame you envisioned for yourself.

Thus, you gradually vanished from the limelight, keeping your distance from everyone else and spending most days in solitude. Better than having to look into those unscrupulous, opportunistic eyes measuring up your worth. You had fulfilled your job and purpose.

This morning you're woken up by the sound of your belongings rattling in their shelves. The wooden frame of your bed is creaking, and you struggle to get up. An earthquake? A wave of nausea flushes over you. You recognize this feeling all too well, though you never expected to deal with it again. This is a disaster alright, yet the forces of nature have nothing to do with it.

You rush outside, swinging the door open and nearly tripping in your hurry to confirm your suspicions: the demonic creature is approaching your humble adobe with heavy steps, as the ground crumbles and shatters underneath. The Demon King himself, in flesh and blood. Although the blood splattering his armor is most likely not his. Same for the visceral remains threading his weapon. Regardless, your jaw tightens nervously, and you stand back, in a defensive pose. "You're a stubborn one", you say smugly, trying to maintain your composure. "Can't say I'm a fan of dying, that is correct." A ragged, monstrous voice erupts from the tall, armored figure.

"What brings you back?" You demand. The surroundings are too peaceful for him to have tampered with the city. Did he stop by to formally announce his destruction? "I have an offer that might interest you." The Dark Overlord has closed the distance between you, now looming above your much smaller body. You shiver. "I don't barter with Demons!" You conclude, turning around, prepared to leave. "Even when your precious people are on the line?" The horned beast warns with a grin. "If there's nothing better to do as a Ruler of Realms than killing petty humans..." You swiftly retort, going back into your house and slamming the door shut.

He stands for a moment, speechless. "Y-your Majesty? Should I take care of the humans, or (Y/N)?" Only now he notices his scaly butler, bowing to his side with claws resting over the weapon. The Demon King raises a hand, shooing the servant away. The annihilation of the human race can wait. There are more important matters to deal with presently. He'd expected your rejection, naturally, but not in such fashion. The indifference, the flat voice, the empty eyes devoid of emotion. Have the city dwellers tampered with his hero? He expected to see your fierce rage and in return he was met with a hollow shell.

Bright blue flames erupt from the openings of his armor, resulting in a menacing show of lights. He's known it for the longest time, of course. Humans are rotten to their very core. Vile, deceitful creatures that have slithered their way up, exuding undeserved arrogance. He's been trying to show you this very fact, yet you were blinded by naive faith. Your unwavering, honest heart that won him over has turned out to be your early demise. Not anymore. His vengefulness knows no bounds when it comes to traitors.

The sudden spike in temperature alerts you. Was it your rudeness that angered the Demon? You don't care anymore. Whatever happens to the city is out of your hands. And yet...you're buckling the straps of your old suit made for battle. Sword in hand, you gaze at your reflection. What could the Beast want? The fortified city no longer holds the value of its olden days. Just like you've left your hero days behind. Without much contemplation, you run out and head for the main gates. The path is paved with ash and rubble and your grip on the weapon tightens. Regret immediately wells up in your chest, ready to burst out. Is it too late? The entrance is engulfed in fire, charred corpses toppling against the ruins of the walls.

You reach the town hall - or rather, what remains of it - and face the Demon King. Has he gotten stronger since your last encounter? You hold your breath as the horned monster turns towards you. "I've tried to tell you, again and again. Time after time." He sighs, defeated. "Between the two of us, I'd say you were the stubborn one all along." His voice is softer than what you would've expected from someone that had just massacred an entire settlement. There's not a single scratch or sign of struggle. Was he merely holding back during your last fight? One thing is certain: you're his final obstacle. You raise your sword, determined. Hot sweat trickles down your face as the flames surround you. "Well, at least you've convinced yourself now, I hope. There's nothing left for you here." The Demon King lowers himself, extending a fist towards you. A spell? Secret weapon? Your leg muscles contract in anticipation.

His fingers open and stretch out, slowly. In his palm, a barely noticeable ring. Given the ridiculous size difference, you assume this is better fitting for a human. You stare at it in confusion, discerning the wedding vows carved in the noble metal. "What's the meaning of this?" You mutter, glancing at the Beast now resting on one knee before you. "What? Is it not your human custom?" He looks away for a moment, clicking his tongue. "That useless butler. He told me- Forget it! You are to return with me to my Kingdom. As my spouse."

Of all the things you've prepared yourself for...Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open in shock.

What is your answer? The Demon King will not leave empty-handed.

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fic-over-cannon · 4 months

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Jason Todd will cockblock himself if he thinks you can’t give 100% informed consent.

A few too many drinks at a gala and you’re drunkenly trying to make out with your gorgeous boyfriend. He’ll stop kissing you once he can taste the champagne on your lips, notices the glassy sheen to your eyes. Jason folds your roaming hands back into your lap and makes you promise to be good. He’ll take you home early and get some water into you before tucking you into bed. He’ll go so far as to sleep on the couch, door open to the bedroom so he can hear if you need him.

Jason remembers what Catherine looked like, coming off of a high and not remembering what day it was. The fear in her eyes and the shake in her voice when she asked if anyone else had been in the apartment.

Jason remembers the early days after the pit. When he’d wake up after blacking out in rage and not remember what his body had done. Seeing the blood on his skin and not knowing where it came from.

Jason never wants you to wake up with that same fearful not knowing. So he’ll sleep on the couch and make sure you’re safe. In the morning he’ll cook you breakfast and kiss you silly. But you’re going to have a talk, the two of you, once you’re sober enough to have a real conversation. Establish boundaries and plan consent for if you do want to fool around if one of you is impaired, or how you want to handle it if you don’t. But it’s not tomorrow yet, and Jason’s tired. He can sleep soundly though, knowing that nothing’s going to happen to you.

#made myself sad writing this #the pit as a parallel to loss of bodily autonomy? absolutely #this is darker than what i’ve written before #tw implied sa #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood x you #red hood x reader #jason todd fic #jason todd #sunnie writes 🌻#snack fic

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emmyrosee · 25 days

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@itachisrealm 27 with sukuna... kisses 🥺❤️

Sukuna’s broad arm around your shoulder gently uses its hand to cup your jaw and pull you into a kiss, warm lips meeting yours in a manner that has you mewling happily. You strew your own arm across his body and curl into his side for another kiss, one he deepens eagerly.

“I love you,” you hum against him. Sukuna merely responds with a nibble of your lip, making you giggle softly.

The movie drones on in the back, but you’re curled more against him now, with your head on his shoulder and your legs over his lap, burrowed into his side while his hands cradle you close. Sukuna’s always been one to show his affection, rather than say it; he’s the textbook example of physical touch and quality time, not that you’ve ever complained.

“Hey,” he says again, a few minutes later. When you meet his eyes, he leans over to press another kiss to your lips, this time sweeter and more gentle than the prior. You hum happily before he pulls away with a kiss to your nose.

“You’re awfully affectionate right now,” you tease, relishing in the way he grumbles. “What did you do?”

“Can’t a man just be affectionate with his insignificant other?”

“You’re my non-statistically significant other,” you prod. “Besides- I don’t mind. I’m just not used to it.”

“Yeah, well… you know.”

“…no, I don’t.”

He groans and drops his head to rest in the curve of your neck, “I just… want… to be close to you right now. Savor it, it doesn’t happen often.” He presses small kisses to the base of your neck, warm hands splaying out over your hips to cradle you.

“Aww, honey,” you tease softly. He stiffens, and you’re quick to lace your fingers in his hair to soothe him. You could tease him further, make him blush more and be even more of a mess.

But you do love when he gets like this. It is rare that it happens, and you’d hate to ruin it with some silly teasing and nonsense that you don’t mean.

You turn your head to press a kiss to his temple, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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midnightcrw · 5 months

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Fight

Pairing: Ghost x Reader, Price x Reader, Soap x Reader, Gaz x Reader

Summary: Your child gets in trouble

a/n: This one is a little different from my usual ones, but I just felt like writing for all four of them. I'm not sure how accurate you'll all find them as I've deliberately exaggerated them, but I do believe that Gaz is a sassy man after seeing how he didn't want to shake Graves' hand. I've also named the children of the TF141, I hope that's okay with you all.

Scenario:

The moment you both heard that your child got in trouble, the first thing you two did was rush into the principal's office in fear that something happened.

And now you were both sitting in the principal's office with your child, while another child was there with his parents.

Ghost:

Your eyes widened as you heard the principal say that Daisy and another girl in her class had gotten into a physical fight.

"There was also something your daughter said that is completely unacceptable," Mr. Smith said, looking disappointed at Daisy, even though the girl apparently started the fight and your daughter was just defending herself.

"It wasn't even that bad..." Daisy muttered underneath her breath as she crossed her arms.

Simon was very quiet, but his stoic expression spoke for itself.

"Daisy, I want you to quote what you said," Mr. Smith continued, not wanting to hear another word from her unless she quoted exactly what she said to the girl.

Your daughter looked at you, a pleading look on her face but you just shook your head at her in disappointment, wanting to hear what she said.

She sighed and quoted what she had said before, "You have a face that only a mother could love."

Without missing a single beat, Simon started wheezing in his seat the moment he heard his daughter's insult to the girl.

You glared at him, "Simon!"

Trying to calm down, he put his palm on his mouth as he continued, completely ignoring the angry looks of the principal and the other family.

"Mr. Riley, I want you to calm down. This is highly inappropriate," Mr. Smith said as Simon calmed down.

A few seconds of silence passed between you all before your beloved husband opened his mouth.

"Did you win?"

"Simon!?"

Price:

It felt like hours as the girl's parents and the girl herself ranted and raved about the fact that your daughter Sophie punched her.

At first you had both been shocked, completely angry at your daughter until the parents opened their mouths to speak.

You almost fell asleep listening to the mother go on and on about how her daughter's nose was bleeding because of Sophie.

Price, on the other hand, sat still in his seat, listening to the whole thing, not having said a word since he walked into the principal's office.

"Your daughter should be suspended!" The father said, glaring at Sophie.

Mr. Smith didn't even get a single chance to say anything, as they continued.

Slowly, Price seemed to lose his patience and turned his head towards you and your daughter.

He whispered, "Punch her harder next time."

"What?" The principal asks.

"Nothing."

Price says as Sophie giggles at her dad.

You tried to stifle your grin by putting a hand over your mouth, just hoping that the parents would shut up soon.

Soap:

Your son sat between the two of you, his nose bleeding and his face bruised as he frowned at the boy and his parents.

You were extremely worried as you put a hand on your son, Callum's arm, and quietly asked him if he was hurt anywhere else.

Callum just shook his head, not wanting to speak while Soap was already getting bored listening to all of the talking the principal was doing.

"It doesn't matter if he started insulting him because Callum was the one who got violent," Mr. Smith said as you tried to defend your son.

The boy obviously looked much worse than Callum. His hair was disheveled and his face was bruised. His nose was also bleeding, as was his lower lip.

It looked like your son had done some damage.

"What exactly did he do?" Soap asked, wanting to know exactly how Callum had hit the boy.

As Mr. Smith explained what your son had done, Soap's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so proud of you, you used the punch I taught you," Soap said, extremely pleased that Callum had listened and actually used the things he had taught him.

Callum grinned at his dad's antics as you put your face in your hands, sighing and muttering "Why did I marry this idiot..."

Gaz:

You were shocked to hear what your son, Ethan, had done to the boy.

Mr. Smith was obviously upset and angry that Ethan had acted so childishly, and immediately got into a physical fight the moment the boy wouldn't stop insulting him.

You felt the headache already pounding in your head as you rubbed your temple, completely out of it.

Ethan didn't really say anything, he just listened to everything that was said.

The boy's parents glared at the three of you, never once looking away.

The boy that insulted your son, looked angry, obviously still being pissed at the fact that Ethan punched him, even though he himself started with the insults.

Gaz was not even shocked, sitting there with his hand holding up his head up as he looked extremely uninterested in the principal's endless speech.

Rolling his eyes, Gaz moved closer to you and Ethan as he whispered.

"Did you break any of his bones?"

"No."

"Good, because I'm not paying anything in this economy."

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anintrovertedechoe · 11 months

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Lucifer: who the fuck took my demonus i just wanna talk

the brothers knowing that whoever did is fucking dead:

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: what.

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: why??? you literally can’t even get drunk off it????

MC: it tastes like capri sun and i miss it you whore

Lucifer: what the fuck is a capri sun

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wysteria-bloom · 4 months

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▨ " you give in so easy "

JJK characters react to you taking their hand off your thigh

Genre : mostly sfw, suggestive

Warnings : Sukuna :)

A/n : OBSESSED with jjk atm. Yuji is fucking KILLING it as a main character I'm so in love. Requests are 100% open, ESPECIALLY for jjk.

Characters : gojo, nanami, sukuna, geto

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

Would literally be SO POUTY afterwards. Because what the hell did he do? Would try it again and again and again until you eventually give up because he's petty like that and when you do he gives you the most cheesiest annoying obnoxious little shit grin and raises his brows at you as if to say," I win." Pulls you in for a cuddle after that because he thinks you're adorable when you give in to him, cooing a," you give in so easy, hon~" right into your ear.

⟢ nanami kento ␥

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM?? Would think he did something to annoy you today that he wasn't aware of. The second you do it bro literally does a full turn towards you and is like," how about you talk instead of insulting me like this." You'll need to tell him it's a prank quick or else he might actually fall out with you for the rest of the night. An apology is definitely in order as well. Nanami deserves the fucking world, after all. You kiss across his face until he tells you to stop, which he never usually does. He just sort of basks in your affection any chance he gets with that serene little smile on his face.

⟢ ryomen sukuna ␥

Oh lord... not a smart idea. On the first time you do it, he just glares at you silently before putting his hand back on your thigh because who the hell do you think you are preventing him from touching what's his? The second time you move his hand? His hand moves up your thigh and inwards, like he was warning you. Third time? Moves up again. Fourth time? You're gonna have to stop before his hand cups something else. When you stop he just grumbles," That's what I fuckin' thought." and keeps his hand there, thumb caressing your inner thigh teasingly until you decide to do something about it.

⟢ geto suguru ␥

Geto is usually a very reasonable man. He doesn't let his emotions get the better of him. But let's say he's had a pretty shitty day and you just happen to want to pull this prank on him at the worst possible moment, his resolve may just snap. The first time you do it, he frowns at you expectantly, waiting for you give him some sort of explanation. The second time you do it he was quick to grab the meat of your thigh again and have a tight grip on it, a sweet little smile on his face," You're testing me tonight aren't you, beautiful?" He cooed out lowly with those dark eyes of his glinting at you challengingly. Yeah, you don't try anything else after that... or maybe you do and you have to buy a new bed frame the next day.

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jetsi · 1 year

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Most fucked up chocolate i have ever seen

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