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k0kichiimagines · 1 year

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Hello, dear! (Sorry if you’re uncomfortable with that)

I saw your requests for danganronpa are ‚filled‘ but you said you don mind, right ?

Soo could I request nagito, kokichi and shuichi (separate) with a s/o who loves to give and receive kisses ? Like the s/o melts if they get kisses and love to pamper their boyfriend in kisses !>~<

Feel free to ignore the request if you don’t want to write for this ! Have a great day/afternoon/night and stay healthy !!!

im not uncomfortable dw !! i hope you have / had a lovely day as well nonnie !! <33 this rq is so cute i love it

Nagito, Kokichi and Shuichi x reader

[kiss kiss ~ !]

cws : none !

Nagito Komeada :

Oh.

Oh you're going to kill him. You wake him from a nap by peppering his cheeks in sweet kisses and he nearly dies. He sees everything flash before his eyes, his heart stopped, and all you do is giggle and offer to kiss him into recovery.

He does not feel he deserves this treatment, he'll worry your dirtying your lips with him, he'll reassure you you don't have to do such things - but the more you do, the less he worries. He never asks, he just sighs happily and lets you pamper him.

But when he discovers just how you melt when he kisses you? Well of course he just has to keep you happy! He can be quite the tease when he wants to be, he'll smile all innocently after he's kisses you and your face is burning up, nothing more then a soft chuckle at your reaction.

"My hope... you're so adorable !" and he's pinching your cheeks softly with the biggest smile on his face.

Kokichi Oma :

Oh my God. You go all melty and flushed when he leans in and hovers his face mere centimetres away from yours? You stammer on your words when he smirks and 'yeah, keep talking.'? You go bright red when he finally kisses you, long and sweet, or thousands of tiny ones?

Yeah, he's using this to his full advantage. He jumps up behind you and tilts your face to surprise kiss you, he kisses you when he's jealous - let's be honest, he'd be doing this anyway, but knowing it gets you all giggily and happy he's just going to double it. He'll cover his honest smile at seeing you so happy by giggling at you and teasing you.

But oh? Oh you're going to kiss him? Please do, he will never let you go that's it, you're stuck with him for the rest of the day, you try leaving and he's whining at you. He's demanding kisses and attention, you haven't even kisses him at all today ! (You kissed him thirty seconds ago, but that's pretty much the same thing, right?)

Shuichi Saihara :

He's so stutter-y every time you kiss him, but not even once will this man complain. He'll go stiff and bright pink, but if you laugh and ask him if he wants any more he'll shyly nod and then - 'ohbutyoudonthavetoonlyifyouwantto-' very very quickly. He goes so silent as well, the second you stop and kiss his cheek goodbye because you have to go do this or that, he's touching his fingers against the areas you just kissed and smiling to himself with a beating heart.

It's like a first kiss every time to him.

He gets bolder the longer you two are together, hesitantly pressing kisses against you and feeling a sense of pride when you get just as flustered as he does - he really can't help the little giggle at your reaction. He's not as vocal about it, but he's very happy you enjoy kissing him and letting him kiss you, he loves it just as much as you do.

#shuichi saihara x reader #kokichi oma x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #danganronpa x reader #shuichi x reader #nagito x reader #fluff

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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hello love :)

i can't stop reading your fanfictions!! they are so perfectly done ! thank you so much for writing them :)

i don't know if you are still accepting requests but if you feel like it could you maybe write a reverse matt takes his frustration out on reader? maybe the reader comes home angry because of work or something and first wants to go boxing but matt convinces her to stay with him because he knows she will keep on boxing until her knuckles are soaked in blood. to his surprise (and excitement) reader becomes super dominant. bites him, scratches his back and maybe even rides his thigh.

the next morning when the bruises and scratches are visible she feels guilty but it ends in fluff<33

thank you so much :)

hi nonnie! :)

I actually really love this reversal idea!! thank you so much for requesting it, & for the incredibly kind words. I had a lot of fun with this one a bit too much probably. I hope this is what you were looking for! enjoy!!!

warning: contains explicit sexual content (minors please dni), swearing, a brief mention of blood word count: 2.4k

use me.

“Use me.”

Matt’s words momentarily halted your furious pacing, the first thing to cut through that fog of anger that he understood all too well since you’d walked through the front door moments ago. He could hear the thunder in your heartbeat from three blocks away, and instantly knew today had been a really bad day for you.

He didn’t want you to go to Fogwell’s. He’d actually grown to regret taking you there, teaching you how to hit, and showing you what he did when he needed to blow off steam in between his nightly patrols. You let your rage consume you just as easily as he did, punching the worn leather over and over until your own knuckles bled if he wasn’t there to hold you back or wrap your hands properly. Matt didn’t want you to hurt yourself. He just wanted to help.

Matt took cautious steps over towards you, nodding his head slightly in your direction as he kept his voice even and quiet.

“I know you need to get it out, so use me. Let it all out on me, sweetheart. I can take it.”

Your breaths came out in angry, staccato beats and Matt could hear the way your teeth slightly ground together by the way you tensed your jaw.

“I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you-“

The edges of Matt’s mouth turned upwards slightly in an amused smile as he let out a dry chuckle.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, honey. And even if you do, you won’t break me. I can take a lot-“

“Yeah, but I’m not supposed to add to that, Matt. I’m supposed to be your relief from it-“

“And you are. Now let me be yours.”

You had let Matt use your body plenty of times before to try and tame that thing inside his chest when nothing else seemed to work. Now, he was offering you his. He took another careful step forwards, completely blocking the door frame to cage you into the bedroom as he listened to the violence that thrashed around beneath your ribcage. His fingers twitched at his sides slightly in excitement. Matt had always been the one in control every time the two of you were intimate. It grounded him despite all the other chaos in his life, and you liked it just as much as he did. You didn’t even have to think about submitting to him; your body did it all on its own. Every time he touched you, even faintly, you melted into him, letting his body absorb yours completely as he molded you to his own liking.

But he couldn’t deny the exhilaration he felt about the thought of you commanding him for once.

Matt loved to please you. Even when he was in control, he was focused on your pleasure just as much as his own. He loved getting rewarded with your chants of his name, endless praises falling from your lips as you let him take what he wanted, leaving marks on your body like trophies for how well he’d treated you. Matt was a giver, even while he was taking, and he never let himself free fall into bliss until you had jumped first.

But right now he wanted you to be the one to take. He wanted you to take until he had nothing left to give, and then he’d find a way to give you even more.

“Use me, sweetheart.”

Matt moaned against your lips when you dragged him down by his tie to capture his mouth, hands immediately gripping onto your waist as you grabbed onto the back of his neck tightly to keep him in place. His lips parted abruptly when you nipped at his bottom lip, a soft whine sounding in the back of his throat at the way you tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck. He stumbled slightly when you turned him around, forcing him backwards until the back of his knees met the edge of the bed, pushing him back with all your strength before straddling his lap.

He bunched your dress up around your hips while digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of your thighs. Your kisses were hungry and fervent as you dominated his mouth with your tongue, and it made his head spin. Matt quickly pulled your dress over your head the second you broke apart for air, groaning softly when you attached your lips to his neck to suck on his pulse point. Your fingers savagely tugged the soft fabric of his tie from his neck, nearly tearing every single button off his dress shirt before ardently shoving it off his broad shoulders. Matt instinctively bucked his hips upwards when your nails scratched at the skin above his belt, nimble fingers working on the hook of your bra as yours made quick work of his belt and the zipper on his pants.

Wrapping his arm tightly around your waist, he lifted you up slightly to push his pants down his thighs to his ankles, moving his knee between your thighs so you could straddle one of his. Placing his hand firmly on your lower back, he encouraged you to move your hips as you licked and bit at the sensitive parts of his neck.

“Move your hips, baby. Feel good on me, c’mon.”

A loud moan left your lips when you started to ride Matt’s muscular thigh, and the sound went straight to his fully erect cock. He whimpered softly when you sank your teeth into the juncture where his neck met his collarbone, digging the pads of his fingers further into your soft thighs. He could taste your arousal in the air and feel it coating his thigh as it seeped through your panties, and he swore he could come just like this.

Matt had never seen this side of you before, but he wanted more of it. He loved how greedy and possessive you were with him, a surprised moan of your name leaving his kiss bitten lips when you yanked his head back by his hair.

“Fuck…”

Matt hissed softly when you dragged your nails down the smooth marble of his chest, subconsciously moving his hips upwards every time your clothed pussy rubbed against his thick thigh. Your fingertips paused at the waistband of his briefs, and he leaned his forehead against your shoulder as a needy whine slipped past your lips.

“Matty…please…”

“Go ahead, take it. It’s your cock, baby. Take it and use it. It’s your-oh…God…fuck…”

Matt whimpered as the fabric of his briefs rubbed against his aching tip when you tugged them down. His jaw went slack the second you pushed your panties aside and sank down fully onto his cock, both of your loud moans of relief bouncing off the walls. Matt’s face twisted up in pleasure, his dark brows knitting together in the center of his forehead as you grabbed his face in your hand to moan against his lips.

“Fuck…you feel so good, Matty.”

You clawed at Matt’s back hazardously as you rocked your hips with a vengeance, and he whined loudly from the rapture that followed the sting of your nails carving into his skin. Every one of Matt’s senses had been kicked into overdrive, and he was completely overwhelmed by you. The praise of his name falling off your lips, the tang of your desire mixed with sweat in the air, the smell of your apple scented shampoo right beneath his nose, and the warm silk of your skin beneath his hands…it was almost too much.

Placing your palms flat against his chest, you pushed him back against the mattress and hovered over him, grabbing both of his hands to hold hostage above his head as you rode him even harder. Matt’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he reached a new depth inside of you at this angle, panting heavily beneath you while squeezing your hands tightly.

“Take what you need baby…take it, that’s-fuck…yes baby yes…”

Matt’s moans were nearly breathless when you quickened your pace, and it was taking every ounce of self control not to combust before you got what you needed from him.

“Keep fucking me like that…fuck me how you want baby, c’mon. Make yourself feel good on my cock…just like that baby-fuck…yes…yes.”

“Look so pretty like this Matty…so fucking pretty. Such a good boy for me.”

Matt moaned your name loudly at that, thrusting his hips upwards to match your rhythm to try and get you as close to the edge as he was.

“Fuck baby…please…come on my cock, wanna feel it. Need to feel it.”

“You like when I fuck you like this, Matty?”

“God…yes. Please don’t stop. Keep fucking me like this…please baby, please.”

He could feel that you were close by the way your walls tightened around him. A strangled moan erupted from his throat when he felt your pussy clench tightly around his cock. He wasn’t going to last another second if you kept doing that.

“Fuck…babygirl…you’re gonna make me come…I-oh…”

“Want you to come for me, Matty. Come inside me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

“Baby-”

Matt’s whine got cut off when your hand wrapped tightly around his throat, fingers squeezing just enough to make him completely lightheaded.

“Be a good boy and come for me.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to wait for you. He wanted you to get what you needed first. But you were fucking him too goddamn good, and you gave him an order. He wanted to be good for you. He wanted to make you proud. Matt let out a loud yell of your name as he came the hardest he ever had in his entire fucking life. He was nearly in tears from overstimulation as you rode out your own high, whining when your pussy gripped his spent cock again as the mix of your releases leaked down onto his thighs.

It felt like his head was underwater as he tried to catch his breath, your voice sounding muffled and far as you whispered into his ear and brushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead. His arms felt heavy from exhaustion, and he couldn’t hardly move them from their place above his head. The last thing he remembered before passing out was hearing your sweet praises in his ear and feeling your soft kiss on his lips.

Matt had never felt more refreshed in his life than when he did the next morning. His body didn’t ache with exhaustion or pain. His mind and senses felt exceptionally clear. The weight of the world didn’t seem to be bearing on his shoulders for once. He felt…relaxed. Happy. He couldn’t remember the last time his body hadn’t felt so tightly wound up with stress, or his soul so heavy with guilt. His entire being seemed to tingle still with electric shocks from the gratification you had given him last night, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

His ears perked up when he heard the uptick of your heartbeat and the rustle of sheets when you began to stir. A giddiness filled him that you were finally waking up, and he made his way into the kitchen to make you some coffee the way he knew you liked. His excitement only grew hearing your feet padding softly and lazily along the floor, but his good mood was cut short when he heard the soft gasp of shock leave your lips.

“Oh my god, Matt.”

He quickly whipped his head around to face you, blank eyes darting around in your direction as he focused his senses completely on you. A furrow formed between his brows as he cocked his head to the side, unable to identify the source of your unease.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Your back…”

“What?”

Matt stood still as you quickly made your way over to him, gently pushing at his shoulders to get him to turn around. Another shocked gasp was muffled by your hand being placed over your mouth, fingertips hovering just above the skin of his back.

“Oh my god, I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to do that. Matt, I’m-”

“Sweetheart, what are you talking about? What’s going on?”

Matt’s confusion spread over the rest of his features as he turned back around to face you, gently grabbing onto your waist as he felt the way your bottom lip began to tremble.

“Matt, your back is all scratched up. I made you bleed. And your neck and chest…God, Matt they’re covered-”

“Wait, that’s it? You’re upset because you left a few marks?”

“A few? That is a lot fucking more than a few. I can’t believe I-”

“Hey hey hey, easy. Honey, it’s okay-”

“No it isn’t, Matt. I can’t believe I did that to you.”

Matt sighed softly as he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you into his chest, gently cupping your jaw in his hand as he gazed down in your direction with a light smile.

“It doesn’t hurt. I’m okay, I promise. I leave marks on you all the time, don’t I?”

“Never like that.”

Matt’s tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips as he shook his head slowly, leaning in to brush his nose against yours while brushing his thumb along your jawline.

“Baby, they don’t hurt. I promise. And you know what? I like that they’re there. Wanna know why?”

A smirk stretched across his mouth at the way your body tensed up hearing his voice drop a husky octave lower, lips instantly parting as he rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip slowly.

“Because you enjoyed yourself that much, that you had to bite down on me to try to not be so loud, even though I prefer when you are. Because you were riding my cock so fucking good, and were so fucking wet, that you had to dig your nails into my back to hang on to me. And now, wherever we go, everyone can see these, and they’ll know that I’m yours. So, why should you feel guilty about any of that, huh? Can’t you feel how much I like them?”

Matt suddenly pulled you flush against his hips, causing a whine to slip past your lips as you felt the evidence of his truth poking into your lower belly.

“Matty-”

“Shh…you were so good to me last night, babygirl. Treated me so well. Now, you’re gonna sit on that counter and spread those legs so I can say thank you.”

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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Heyy :) I hope you’re doing good! I see your taking thirsts and stuff 👀 I would like to have bachira x reader (aged up obv) where they’re married and he gets a special lingerie surprise ✨ + breeding kink 🏃‍♀️ Thank you <33

──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

*.✧ ft. 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

*.✧ wc: 2.6k. nsfw / 17+ only / minors dni ! - fem reader, characters are in their early/mid twenties, meguru & reader are married, breeding kink, mentions of planning babies. not proofread // notes: this is such a cute idea ,, thank u nonnie for the request !! and sorry for makin u wait that long </3 hope u like it tho !!

there is something saccharine about the way you treat him, meguru thinks.

he’s tried his whole life to be a good person - never really did anyone wrong, at least not by intention - but could meeting you really be an adequate reward for his heartfelt nature?

just in case the universe ever decided to change it’s mind about it, he doesn’t want to waste no time or take you for granted. it’s a little unexpected, perhaps crazy - but meguru knows it well. isagi pounces on his best friend as soon as he opens the neat cream-colored envelope and reads the very few words of the wedding invitation; and as you both stand at the altar and read out your vows to each other a few months later, you swear you can see the rest of the former blue lock top players wipe at their eyes.

he’s never been big on giving out details on his private life to the media, even despite his open and playful personality, but the wedding of course brought their attention; once you’re back from the two weeks long honeymoon trip and the season starts, meguru can only laugh and grin at the reporters as they congratulate him on the marriage.

“yeah, i really am a lucky guy,” he looks over to the camera, eyes twinkling despite the exhaustion making him pant slightly still. he brings a hand up, showing off the white gold ring that beams in the reflectors, “love you, baby.”

the news about japan’s best dribbler tying the knot at such an early age surprisingly doesn’t bring too much negative feedback - and actually, you two might just be one of the favorite soccer couples in the country. you’re just too sweet - always in the very front row of the bleachers, clad in your husband’s jersey, screaming your lungs out whenever he steals the ball. there’s always a picture of bachira with his arms wrapped around your waist, you giving the crown of his head an earnest kiss, taken just minutes after the final whistle of the game. you’re the very first thing he wants to feel - the only person that can handle his emotions, his frustration, his joy.

despite being only in his mid twenties and the idea of being a married man at this age would make him roll with laughter long years ago, meguru’s sure that somehow, this had to be written in his fate - because it just feels too right to have you.

he thinks the exact same when you welcome him home at the front door, in your cream colored silk robe already due to the late hour, and manages to steal a glance of the white lace hiding underneath.

“is that a prize for yesterday?” he sounds playful, giddy, even, but you can tell by his dilated pupils that it takes a lot of control for him not to bend you right over the couch.

he kicks his shoes off, a slight grin tugging at his lips, and rests his hands on your hips with an urgent squeeze.

you hum, a small giggle slipping past as you feel meguru’s teeth nibble on your earlobe, “you noticed? i wanted to give you a little show,” you mumble, hands resting on the slippery material of his training jersey. he breathes against your ear, heavier and quicker than usual. he’s needy and you can tell - feel his already fully hard cock press against your abdomen.

“you still can,” he murmurs, pressing little kisses to the sensitive skin just below your ear, “please, baby?” his lips move against your heated skin and a sigh slips past your mouth, the feeling causing your head to lull to the side and your eyelashes to tickle against your cheekbones.

meguru gives your waist a squeeze, fingers digging into the satin clad flesh, before moving to the couch and plopping down. he lets go of you just enough to keep you standing between his spread legs and looks up at you, waiting. bangs stick to his forehead slightly, still sweaty from his practice, and his eyes are wide - excited and bright.

if there was one thing you loved most about your husband, it’s definitely the glint behind the honey colored irises that makes him so warm, inviting, and so alluring.

leaning his head back comfortably, his eyes follow the way your hands slowly slip the robe off your shoulder, then work on untying the knot at your waist.

“fuck,” there’s an urgency to his little whisper, a sound that makes the corners of your lips twitch. “reminds me of-”

“i know,” you mumble with a smile, so sweet it makes bachira’s tummy flutter. the eyelash lace is a bright white, a pretty contrast to the hue of your skin, a rich gold thread drawing pretty little flowers along the swell of your breast.”figured you’ll like this.”

oh of course he did. in fact, anyone else would probably feel embarrassed upon getting so worked up so quickly - but meguru has no shame in the way looking at his pretty little wife, clad in a lace set that resembles the one you wore on your wedding night, makes his cock twitch in his shorts within a minute.

he’s needy, but you’re at fault for it.

your fingers slip up, nails catching on the white elastic of the garters that digs into the flesh of your thighs, and meguru’s eyes follow the movement, saliva thick in his throat. as your fingertips caress along the lace suspender belt, your gaze moves down, catching on the visible bulge in his shorts, and how he keeps his hands on his knees - so well behaved it makes you chuckle. “don’t be shy,” you tease, and bachi blinks once before grinning himself. he leans forward, hands moving to grab at your thighs and pulling you forward. you stumble a bit, not expecting such an urgent movement, but don’t have time to react as meguru’s mouth already latches onto your neck.

he breathes against the soft skin, a trail of goosebumps rising in turn, and grips your hips tightly to rut his hips against your core. it’s sudden and quick, desperate, and you can hear the exhilaration as he whines.

“so pretty,” he sighs, nearly dreamily, and digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass. “want you so bad now, baby. you make me so hard it hurts.”

bachira isn’t ever the one to shy away from letting his mouth run - always vocalizes each and every need, no matter how filthy and desperate it is - and hearing his breath hitch as he does it is just enough to make arousal cling to your thighs.

“meguru,” you whimper, the force of his grip enough to make you bruise - but it’s okay. “please, i need you.”

gold eyes lock with yours, and he pulls away from your chest, where he was busy nipping and kissing. “yeah? y’missed me?” there’s a hint of hope in his voice, as if surprised. as if you weren’t soaking wet for him nearly all of the time - particularly waiting for him to get back home from practice.

he hooks a few fingers behind the elastic of the thong and pulls it down with your help, a little lift and shimmy of your hips, and eases the flimsy material down your legs. as soon as it’s off, he cups your heat with one hand, warm and rough, and it makes you jolt.

“hah- fuck- you’re dripping all over me, baby. m’sorry i kept you waitin.” he moans, palm rubbing against your clit messily, and he can feel the throbbing pulse against his hand. his fingers are wet with your slick already, but he doesn’t mind - not at all.

resting one hand at the small of your back, bachira’s quick to flip you over with no effort, lips connecting with yours the second your back hits the couch.

his kiss is messy, soft moans breathy against your mouth as he pushes his tongue against yours with need. it’s hot and wet, desperate as his hands stumble to push his shorts down and hold himself up above you at the same time.

your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the movement almost a muscle memory by this point, and you watch as meguru takes his shirt off hurriedly. slim muscles flex at the action, the scent of sweat and his cologne still clinging to his milky skin. you moan out, the pheromones clouding over your mind, and you reach between your bodies, fingers barely wrapping around his throbbing cock.

“ah-” there’s a slight whine ripping from bachira’s throat, a sound that’s so pretty, so fitting to the already fucked out expression on his features. “you’re a needy thing, aren’t you? want me inside of you already~” you flick your wrist, giving a few long strokes to his length, and muster a quick nod.

“yeah, ‘guru,” you breathe, chest heaving softly with every breath, fingers moving from his crotch to grab at his bicep instead. you watch, eyes glued between your legs, as he slides his cock between your folds a few times, coating it in your slick, before eventually easing himself in.

your body grows tense at the feeling, walls throbbing and tightening on bachira, swallowing him whole - right up to the very base as he bottoms out fully, a grunt rumbling in his chest.

your head tilts back, not a single moan having slipped out yet, and it feels as if your mind’s slowly turning into mush. it’s just him, all inside of you, his body so hot against your frame, pressing against you and overwhelming each and every of your senses. it only ever brings you back afloat when meguru starts to move, hips moving back just slightly before pushing back in. he’s so deep inside if you, it feels as if he’s in your guts.

“just like that,” you struggle to focus your eyes on bachira’s face as he moans, voice already reaching an octave higher with arousal, and you notice his eyes are trained just above where your cunt is grappling to fit all of him. “fuck- ngh- can you feel me here?”

your quick pants turn into little whines when meguru places a hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down on the flesh, and the crazed look behind his eyes makes you shudder. you can feel him move inside of you, rubbing up all against the most sensitive spots, the flared head of his cock stumbling against your cervix - and it would usually make you wince, but this time, as he presses a large palm against the fucking bulge in your tummy, it makes you feral.

“you’re- ‘re so big,” your voice is wet with tears, adrenaline pumping through your veins and easing the discomfort that comes with each of bachira’s thrust that almost feels like he’s going to break you apart. “feel you whole, meguru.” there’s something so sweet about the way you say his name, it makes his hips stutter before picking up a quicker, steadier rhythm. bachira groans under his breath, bending his arm so he can rest his elbow beside your head, and moves his hand from your tummy to wrap your leg around his waist even tighter.

your pussy’s so warm, so slippery, and it’s almost as if you’re sucking him in even deeper each time he pushes his hips forward. he wonders how is it even possible for you to feel so heavenly, as if your cunt was molded perfectly for him to fit.

maybe you really were made for him only.

bachira feels the familiar pull in his balls, as if a jolt of electricity runs through his nerves, and he whines, shameless and breathy as his eyes find yours.

“my pretty girl,” he moans, watching your face contort in pleasure, brows furrowing and eyes glimmering, “wanna stuff you full, ‘kay? you want that?” there’s no time for a coherent response as his hips smack against your ass, thrusting so hard it makes you jostle. the slight twitch of bachira’s cock inside of you is just enough to give away his climax creeping in, but as he lets the filth spill out past his mouth you realize just how desperate he is to reach it. “fill you up with m’ cum until you leak. yeah? wanna make me a daddy, pretty girl?”

he’s blabbering at this point, high pitched moans breaking into a whine as he watches your eyes roll back. he’s down so bad, chasing his orgasm and the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, you don’t think he even realizes the weight of his words.

your back arches, legs tightening around bachira’s slim waist, and cry out as his hand once again rests on your abdomen, pressing down and making your pussy spasm.

“please, meguru,” you gasp, the familiar spark growing stronger in your tummy. you can feel his cock drag against the front wall of your cunt, rubbing against the spot that makes your muscles grow pliant. “please- fill me up.” you breathe, shakily, and your voice barely makes it out of your throat. “wanna give you- aah- give you a baby.”

it’s experimental, sounds so lewd as you say it between little moans, but you know bachira’s lovesick. you know that the slim, white gold band that sits snugly on his finger is his greatest possession, a reminder of his devotion to you - and even though the two of you haven’t discussed expanding your family yet, you can see the way meguru’s eyes widen slightly and adam’s apple bobs upon hearing your words.

you can feel his hips stutter, sturdy quads pressing against your ass, and bachira whines, long and needy, as his heavy thrusts grow sloppy. you can see him struggling to keep his eyes on you, drinking up the look you give him, egging him on - but as your walls throb around him and a gasp catches in your throat, your orgasm hitting you full force, he squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head in the crook of your neck.

he ruts into you, the few last pushes into you reaching so deep it makes you cry and grab at his back, and eventually, he stills. his hips are snug against yours, breathy whimpers loud in your ear, breaking through the white noise that echoes through your head, and you feel his seed spurt right against your cervix. it’s hot, feels sticky and thick as he fills you up, granting you your wish and stuffing you so full, there’s a rivulet of milky cum seeping out and down your thigh.

“baby,” he sounds so riled up as he breathes, mouthing against your collarbone, “shit - feels so good.” he’s choked up with pleasure, body trembling slightly with aftershocks of his climax, and you wrap your arms around his neck - inviting, easing him through.

“i know,” you whisper, legs eventually loosening in their spot around his hips as he lets himself rest on top of you. his body’s spent, heavy as it lays on you, but you don’t mind it one bit - not when he nuzzles against your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your jugular, and sighs.

bachira sneaks his arms around your waist, skin clammy on one another, but it feels so familiar, it’s warm in his chest and makes his heart throb.

it doesn’t stay silent for too long as meguru’s soft laughter cuts through the heavy, humid air. he cocks his head up, a glint in his eye.

“you meant it?” he’s curious, almost hopeful, and despite your cheeks already having reddened with exhaustion, his inquiring brings an even deeper blush to your face.

you shrug, softly, and meguru reads right through it, the giddy smile wide on his lips.

“do you want me to?”

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starryriize · 2 months

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hii i loved your sungho delulu thoughts post! i was wondering if you had any gamer bf!sungho hcs 🤭

gamer bf! thoughts | sungho

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼 pairing: gamer bf! sungho x fem! reader

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼 genre: fluff!! some suggestiveness but not a whole lot

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼 author’s note: hehe the way this made me giggle🤭 i hope i did your ask justice, nonnie! oh and thank you for loving my work:(( mwah <33

sungho loves to teach you how to play his games and cheers you on even when you’re failing fantastically!

sungho would love to have you in his lap and finds it especially cute when you fall asleep on his chest- he even turns down the volume of the game so you can sleep better

sungho who gives you the biggest smile and spins you in a tight hug when you buy him the game he’s always wanted :(

sungho doesn’t admit that he loves when you bring him some food and a warm cocoa- instead he prefers to flash a wide smile at you and pull you in for a kiss

sungho actually could care less if he was on call with his friends when you come next to him- he will give you that attention! he’s just so in love with you, how can he not spoil his darling?

sungho who loses on purpose so that he can see your eyes sparkle and hear your laugh as you cheer, “i won! hahah!” (he also lost bc the bet was loser does dishes and he knows you’ve done so much for him lately so)

sungho’s eyes twinkle when you ask him to explain the game and he genuinely loves when you listen so intently! thinks it’s adorable when you get curious and ask follow up questions like “so is this part of the lore?” and “what does this artifact do?”

sungho, as previously mentioned, loves having you in his lap so expect him to wrap his arms around your waist while he lets you hold the controller- his hands over yours. (he especially loves when you wear bed shorts that ride up your thighs so that he can place his hands on your thighs as well)

sungho who cheers a bit too loudly when he scores/wins and accidentally wakes you up- but he immediately quiets down as he places a blanket over you :(( he also shuts off the game to cuddle up next to you!

sungho loves cleaning up the mess after hours of playing games! he has the philosophy that a “clean house equals clean mind” so don’t worry about the stray cups and other items around, he’ll clean it up!!

sungho believes that you just might be slightly competitive considering the way you screamed at the monitor when you were overtaken in f123 :/

sungho who gives you the rest of the popcorn and snacks even if you don’t ask for it :(( he also names his characters after you or things that you remind him of :((

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everydayyoulovemeless · 10 months

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hiya, how are you doing?

I recently read one of your posts containing yandere NV HCs of certain characters, and it gave me an idea for a request if you're feeling up to it.

This'll be a Fallout 4 yandere headcannon, if that's alright with you. The characters would be:

Deacon, Nick and Hanock, or if you're wanting to, replace any character with Danse, Macready or Cait. I feel like you'd obliterate this, since I live off your writing, lol.

nonetheless, have a good one!

Yandere Deacon, Nick, and Hancock HCs

➼ Word Count » 1.8k ➼ Warnings » Stalking, Threats, Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Drugging, and General Yandere Themes. ➼ Genre » Yandere, Romantic ➼ A/N » Ah! You're so sweet Nonnie! I hope this was what you were looking for <33

Deacon

Deacon knows everything about you. He's constantly following you around and 'gathering intel' as he likes to call it. He'll end up knowing everything there is to know before the two of you even meet.

He justifies everything he does by telling himself that 'he has a job to do and he needs to do it well', even if he seems to have an entire shrine of you back at base.

He gets so scared once you both officially meet because it means that he doesn't have to stalk you for his job anymore. Now he has no reason to find out all these little things about your life, and it scares him that he doesn't have that cover to hide his true intentions behind anymore.

He's very aware at how unhealthy his feelings toward you are and distances himself as much as possible before disappearing from your life entirely.

Eventually, he won't be able to help it and will find a way to weasel back into your life once again, and everything will seem normal from there. You'll hardly realize the type of person Deacon actually is because of how easy it is for him to lie to you.

A lot of the times when he doesn't like someone you hang out with, he'll stalk them for a bit before killing them in a way he sees fit. Usually, it's just sniping, but he can get ugly if provoked. (he was a part of the DP deathclaws at one point)

You'll be none the wiser to the truth because of how easily he can spin it to make him look better. Everything will seem fine and peachy while on the flip side, Deacon's breaking the majority of his morals just to keep his state of mind at bay.

He tries his best to appear laid back and friendly but on the inside he’s screaming, fighting himself not to just grab you or rough up some sideman. He does so much to keep his composure and show that nothing bothers him that it ends up taking a toll on his health.

Even if you dismiss him back to a settlement, he’ll still be 10 steps behind you. He’s come this far and he’s not losing you. He’ll protect you to his last breath.

Deacon might even start sending threatening messages anonymously through caravans just to keep you on edge. He wants you to come running into his arms, hiding away in the Railroad HQ, afraid of your possible assassination while you’re out and about. He can manipulate you so much easier if you're scared.

"Yeahhh, you're 'friend' said that they didn't wanna stick around. Who needed them though, right?"

He might not be one for physical affection, but he ends up hugging you a whole lot as a yandere. They're far from welcoming too due to how tight they are. Bros got an iron grip on you.

Deacon is really protective of you. He doesn’t really care who he’s killing or what he’s doing, if he perceives it as a threat to your relationship, he’s gonna get rid of it. The two of you are partners now, right? You only ever really need him.

He and you will be best friends until he one day decides that he's going to confess to you, and if you even seem slightly against the idea he'll have no issue kidnapping you and keeping you locked away.

He’ll have you trust everything he says, every little lie will go right over your head until it’s too late. All of sudden a hand will reach out from an alley and drag you away from the rest of the Commonwealth, stashed away for Deacon's own peace of mind. Why wouldn’t you want to stay with him, though? He was with you from the start. He knows exactly what he needs to do for you in any situation. He's the one you really want—the one you really need, whether you realize it or not.

Nick

Has a case on you constantly open. Any slight change in behavior or new acquaintance is documented down in his files.

He's on a constant watch for any variable that might compromise your safety or well-being, and if he does find something he deems a threat, he'll take care of it promptly. Even if it's not an act you might've liked.

If he ever finds that you've been gone for longer than usual, he'll track you down and take you to the agency where he won't let you out of his sight for the next couple of days.

There's nothing in the world that would make him want to ever hurt you and makes a constant effort in ensuring that he doesn't accidentally leave a scratch from his busted metal hands.

He's WAYY too overprotective, and he's aware of it, but he convinces himself that since it's for noble-ish reasons, then he's good. I mean, protecting people is his entire job, why would him wanting to defend you be viewed as unhealthy? He desperately tries to convince himself that he's completely in the right, even when that nagging feeling doesn't leave.

He'll try to convince you to live at the agency with him and Ellie. He might even manipulate Ellie into unknowingly helping him out in entrapping you. Having a second-friendly face might just do the trick.

If you happen to own a terminal then bro Is gonna hack it and use any information or logs to his advantage.

Nick has a tendency to just kinda reach out and grab your chin. He does it for multiple reasons: inspecting you for cuts, feeling your skin against him, or simply just making you look at him. He doesn't even realize how often he does it.

Being a detective for so long has made him incredible at reading people, and he especially likes to read you. Every slight jerk or reaction tells him everything he needs to know and he plays off of it so well.

He’s a little insecure due to him not being human. He knows he’s not your ideal type, and he wouldn’t make you be in a relationship with him, as long as you listen and let him protect you then he’s happy. (although, that wouldn't stop him from occasionally slaughtering others out of jealousy)

He’s always there to comfort your or aid in whatever quest you doing to the point that you become emotionally dependent on him.

Nick's probably the most understanding and reasonable yanderes on this list. He never wants you to be scared or alone like he was and his goal will mainly be to keep you happy, no matter what that would take.

It gets to the point where he doesn't want you going to anyone else when you're in distress and would find himself getting a little jealous if you did. He'll end up taking them out if it gets bad enough. You don't really need them that badly anyway, he knows so much more about you and can help you so much better.

"Believe me, doll, they aren't the person you think they are."

Hancock

He's got an eye for you the second you walk into Goodneighbor. He's always going to be lurking around, popping out of corners, and throwing his arm around your shoulders before butting into whatever conversation you were already having.

He has a habit of lacing the things you intake (stimpaks, water, food, etc.) with drugs so that he can take you up to the Old State House to 'take care of you'. It usually ends up being him clinging to you and begging you to stay because you're not in the right headspace, even when you're fully sober.

He'll start telling the people around town that he and you are a thing. Soon enough the guards are all keeping an eye out for you and will stop anyone who tries to hit on you.

He likes it better when you're reliant on him and will have people stage these incidents nearby to make you fearful of going out alone or at the very least more cautious so that he could swoop in and protect you more often

There were a few people who spoke out against what he seemed to be trying to do but they all kept disappearing and, eventually, people stopped questioning it.

Hancock is always going to be thinking about you. It comes to a point where even Farenheit is concerned about whether his crush is healthy or not and might even try to put an end to it as well. That being said, he wants you to be thinking about him just as much and would start slaughtering raiders in front of you so that you never forget him. It'll mostly just end up freaking you out because of how brutal it usually is, but that doesn't stop him.

His obsession gets worse and worse over time until it eventually drives him to do more drastic things like kidnapping you.

He'll manage to convince you that some raider gang has a hit out for you and he just wants to make sure you stay safe till it all boils over. Fahrenheit feels so bad for you as she's not sure what she should do. She just watches you tremble in the corner, knowing it's from Hancock injecting you with Med-X and instilling a false sense of danger into you.

You won't be completely stuck up in the Old State House, though, whenever he has to go somewhere or do something, he'll sometimes take you along. Only if you've been good for him. He likes to think of these times as dates because he tries to get to know you more and ask questions about your past and all that. He finds you really interesting and loves hearing you talk.

He'd love to spoil you with whatever you wanted. It could be something only found on the West coast and he'd still make the journey for you. It's not even funny how lovesick he is.

He gets kinda paranoid that you'd run away from him, so some nights he'll just tie you up, pull you into his lap, and shush your panicked sobs.

The good thing about Hancock is that he's not pushy when it comes to sex. He might flirt a lot and be kinda touchy, but he'd never dreamt of crossing any lines until you said you were ready. He'd wait till the end of time if he had to.

He'll try his best to keep you sheltered and away from the horrors happening outside. He wants to keep you as pure and ignorant as he possibly can. He thinks it's better that way.

As harsh as his actions can appear, he's actually really soft towards you. His touches are gentle, his voice is quiet, and his eyes are always full of adoration.

Friendly guy, just be careful what you mention to him. He has a habit of going batshit on people he deems wrong for you.

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xzho-writes · 2 years

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congratulations on 500! you deserve it very muchhh 🥳

also, for the event, [zhongli] + [“aww, jealous”] please? thank you! <33

covetous

pairings: zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: zhongli finds himself competing with something over your affections. he’s loath to admit that this thing so happens to be your neighbour’s little lizard you’ve agreed to pet-sit.

wc: 1k

warnings: brief spoilers for zhongli’s identity

a/n: reader is unaware of zhongli’s true identity in this fic for the sake of the plot. thank you for your request, nonnie! i hope this is to your liking :)

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always one to have his emotions in check, zhongli can’t honestly pinpoint a moment in his life where he’s ever felt this… irked. until now, that is.

the poor man struggles to keep a straight face as he watches you interact with the little scaly creature scampering across your lap.

although time is insignificant to the former god, it feels as if it’s been years since you’ve last acknowledged his presence.

if you were paying more attention to him, he thinks, uncharacteristically sourly, you’d notice how his eyebrows crease and lips twitch as he fights to keep a growing frown at bay.

sharp eyes hone in on the way you coo at the small thing, your finger affectionately scratching the underside of its chin whilst your others smoothed over the scales on its back.

he also thinks the massive smile you have on should be directed towards him and not the offending lizard laying spoiled in your lap.

have you always been this fond of reptiles? how would you react, then, if you found out that he—

“who’s a good little dragon?!” suddenly comes your animated voice, cutting him out of his bitter reverie.

his ears perk up at your question, at the word dragon, but quickly finds that you’re still speaking to the small lizard.

right… for a the slightest fraction of a second he thinks you’re talking to him, but then it dawns on him that you haven’t the slightest clue of his identity just yet.

“yes you are! yes you are!” you squeal.

he exhales curtly- there’s no need to be upset. perhaps he ought to suggest that it’s time for your little friend to catch some rest in their cage. a fist goes up to cover his mouth as he coughs to gain your attention.

but you don’t look up at him. no, you’re still babying that scaly thing on your lap. he feels one eye twitch at your obliviousness. surely you weren’t ignoring him?

you’d never do that… right?

he tries again but clears his throat louder. thankfully you respond this time, but it took you a while to finally place your eyes on his amber ones. ah well, at least he has your attention now. a smile finally seeps it’s way onto zhongli’s face.

“it’s getting quite late, my dear. why don’t you put- ah, what was its name again…?” he trails off uncertainly, genuinely forgetting what to call the creature by.

you correct him in a tone much happier than he’d like. his eye twitches for the second time.

“arval!”

zhongli finds himself, yet again, struggling to maintain a calm facade. he’s about to continue his question, mouth open and ready to form the words, when you interrupt him with a pout.

“and don’t go around calling arval an ‘it’. arval is a he, i’ll have you know.”

zhongli opens and closes his mouth once, twice as if taken aback, before huffing. the man mutters a halfhearted apology if only to appease you. he certainly didn’t mean it genuinely.

“of course, my apologies. why don’t you put… arval,” the name feels odd in his mouth, uncomfortable. he almost wants to spit it out. “back in his enclosure?”

arval turns his attention away from you and onto zhongli at the call of his name, curiously tilting his head as if to scrutinise your boyfriend. the little creature burrows itself further into the crook of your elbow, relishing in the warmth of your arms that zhongli thought would be his and his alone.

and then it clicks.

the former prime of the adepti finds himself locked in a heated staring competition with your lizard friend, and it’s only at this does he realise why he feels so bothered.

arval’s colouring makes him appear uncannily similar to zhongli’s previous exuvia- scales as dark as chocolate, ridges the colour of warm yellow and a pair of striking, golden eyes.

yes; it feels as if he’s staring at a younger version of himself, at morax- the once headstrong and prideful adepti. well… it certainly seems like your friend is rather cocky, what with the way it leers at zhongli with a cheeky grin as if to say, “you wish you were me.”

the lizard wasn’t grinning, of course. lizards don’t smile- can’t smile. zhongli was grasping at straws and he knew he was, he’s no fool, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try to justify his emotions.

you’re silent as you watch this interaction, wondering why the atmosphere suddenly became so tense, when you finally catch a good look at zhongli’s expression- at the subtle downturn of his thin lips. the obvious furrow in his fair brows.

it feels as if a lightbulb just flashed in your head.

a sly, knowing smile sneaks its way onto your visage and you slowly turn towards your lover seated next to you. he shifts uncomfortably.

zhongli has seen this look on your face one too many times and now dreads the fact that it’s directed towards him. his eyes look away, look at anything but you.

you’ve figured him out.

“zhongli…” you begin, and he can practically hear the mischief in your voice.

please don’t say it, he begs internally.

but you do anyway.

“are you…” there’s a drawl to your voice as if to prolong his torture. as if you enjoyed tormenting him so. he’s certain he looks flushed by now.

“jealous?”

…jealous.

the suggestion sinks deep into his conscience and solidifies the burning sensation in his cheeks.

zhongli has to stifle the ever-looming feeling of embarrassment from swallowing him whole. the notion was simply preposterous to the man. he does not feel jealous. he is not a jealous man.

or so he tells himself.

his silence speaks volumes to you and you can’t help but burst out laughing at your boyfriend.

“you—” you’re wheezing now, one hand clutching your stomach as the other gently cradles arval to prevent him from falling off your laughing form. “you can’t be serious!”

your boisterous laughter echoes off the four walls of your shared home, and your lover concludes that he’s never felt so ashamed of himself- never felt so sheepish. never wanted to lock himself in your bedroom and disappear into thin air so badly.

poor zhongli can only continue to face away from you as he slides one gloved hand down his face, groaning and trying his damnest to ease the now distinct flush on his rosy cheeks.

he stands abruptly so as to not have to deal with anymore of your teasing jests.

“…i shall go fetch his enclosure.”

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blooming-cecilia · 1 year

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c and s for venti maybe? for the recent x reader prompts. I love the way you characterize him thank you for your works they brighten my day <33

and you, nonnie, brightened up my day with such a sweet message!! i’m really glad you like the way i portray venti, he’s a tricky one to get right but that’s what makes him interesting, yes? hope you enjoy <3

x reader alphabet over here!

.•° ✿ °•.

c - courtship, what do they do to hint at wanting to get together? is it obvious they’re courting you or subtle?

venti is not one to outright say that he’s taken interest in someone, much less be loud about it that it becomes obnoxious. on the contrary, he’s actually rather quiet about it. he’s elusive and seems to enjoy being a mystery—you’re never even exactly sure if he does see you in a romantic light.

on the surface, he acts very much the same. he’s always been a kind individual with a penchant for mischief, sticking close to anything and anyone that catches his fancy. he’s elusive and mysterious. it’s hard to get a hold of him, much like the winds that blow in mondstadt. unless you’re particularly perceptive or have known him for long enough to tell, you might never find out venti likes you until he decides to tell you himself, or you gather up your own courage to confess.

here’s a little tip: venti hardly ever talks about himself. you’ll notice when he talks, the spotlight is always on someone else, rather than on him. the storyteller but never the hero of the tale. venti sharing more personal stories with you is a sign of trust, a sign that he wants to connect with you on a deeper level than that of simple friends. being so vulnerable is discomforting to him, but because you are now important to him, he’s willing to be in such a position to show you how genuine his intentions are. it’s something he’s done with the traveler too, in his story quest, and we’ve seen time and time again how much he trusts them and values their friendship—what more with someone he’s already begun to think of as his potential lover?

if you take the time to pause and look a bit closer, you’ll know you’ve caught this whimsical bard’s fancy by how often he seems to be around you. mostly just to offer his company and his tunes, but he’s just as eager to lend a hand should you ask for it. in fact, you'll find that he'll appear right next to you just as you need him most, like some sort of sixth sense, manifesting from thin air. you might also find yourself on the receiving end of a fair amount of flowers and various trinkets, but nothing fancy.

venti wants to be someone you can rely on. he enjoys showing you he cares more than saying it, which rings true even after you've become a couple. it’s because he doesn’t say that he likes you, but rather shows it through his actions, proves how genuine and sincere he is about you—in whatever way you’ll have him.

he’s offered you his heart without ever saying it, there for you to take whenever you’re ready.

s - staring, do they stare at you? how often? how do they react when caught? what do they do if they catch you staring?

venti definitely stares at you. or, perhaps, watch is a better word. he’s fond of watching you while you do your thing—you could even say it’s become something of a favorite pastime of his.

he loves being around you while you work, gazing at you fondly as he munches on an apple. you flutter about the area, tending to whatever it is that needs done, scribbling away on papers and mumbling under your breath. he cheers with you when you finish. wiping away the sweat on your face with a quick kiss as a reward, he immediately pushes you out the door to destress at the tavern.

tonight, venti decides to play your favorite tunes, words tumbling from his lips and fingers dancing well-practiced steps. once more, another soft look settles on his face as he peers over at your table, where your laugh resonates even above the boisterous roars of the other regulars.

it doesn’t take long for the crowd to notice his unrelenting gaze. your friends lead in teasing and whistling, causing the rest to follow. a quick glance to his direction and you look away as he winks, his giggles perhaps the sweetest tune he’s sung for you tonight.

venti never tires of it. he enjoys seeing you experience life as it is. his beautiful and charming windblume… the adorable expression on your face whenever he does this tickles his heart every time, so can you really blame him if he wants to see it over and over and over again?

°•. ✿ .•°

thanks for reading! likes and reblogs appreciated ^^

#tulip writes #venti x reader #venti x you #venti imagines #genshin impact x reader #venti #venti the bard #venti genshin impact #wow tulip gets carried away yet again #fr tho this was fun id love to do more #i struggled a bit with courtship but ended up writing more than what i initially had LMAO

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nanaslutt · 4 months

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hey!! i hope you’re doing well <33 i just wanted to say how wonderful your writing is just wow, truly. like not to be so corny but you’re writing is so good bc you truly capture whatever character you’re writing about so perfectly like omg

also i am BEGGING on my hands and knees fr for a part two of the gojo makeout sesh/mission trope one shot like omfg i haven’t read anything that amazing in forever. it was seriously perfect

i’m sure you’re busy and any writing we get from you is a blessing fr but if you ever find the time- a part two to that writing would be the best thing in the world i just know it <33

either way have a wonderful day wherever you are love<33 and again absolutely amazing writing, keep up the wonderful work!! :) <33

EEEHHEHEHEHEHEHE THANK YOUUU FOR THE COMPLIMENT!!! i try sauuuurrr hard to make sure the character im writing for is as realistic to them as possible so you can rly get lost in ur fantasy world :3

i’ve gotten a couple asks for a part 2 on that fic too so… maybe.. i’d just have to brainstorm what it would beee, thank yew again nonnie <3

#gojo satoru

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endious · 11 months

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food for your thoughts again- i’m so sorry i will literally abuse your askbox cause i’m glad to have found a place to spill..ANYWAYS my brain is a messy place

Jeff being super pushy after he’s fucked you for the first time cause he’s desperate for more but you’re so sore and sensitive that you’re begging him to give you a few days to recover but he’s not about to have that- he just pushes you more and more until you finally give in cause you wanna make him proud (him slowly touching you while he cooes in your ear to calm down)

-🎀 nonnie <33

“Jeff.. I can’t, ‘m too sore-“ “C’mon, baby, sure ya can.” His hands greedily slide against your sides as your chest rises and falls in fast, quick breaths to slow your speeding heart rate.

Your hands manage to grab weakly at his wrists and he stops momentarily. Your face contorts into a pleading look as you meet his eyes. Your lips trembling and your thighs shaking as a deep ache spreads throughout your body. You were so tired you just wanted a break, you hadn’t expected him to exhaust you like that. “I can’t.. Just give me a few days— even one day would be enough, Jeff.” You try to beg and you watch how his lips press into a thin line at your words. He doesn’t want to hear you say that, he wants you to just let him take control again and be a compliant doll like you were roughly an hour ago. You’re lucky he even gave you an hour to recover.

He’s persistent, huffing a breath out before pushing his lips hungrily against yours. You try to pull back, brows furrowed as your hands push against his chest but it’s futile given how you lack the strength to even sit up right now. Your thighs press together as tight as possible when his hands inch down to your hips. He grabs the soft flesh roughly and pulls you impossibly closer making you whimper in surprise and it’s all he needs to slip his tongue between your bruised lips. Your legs squeeze together even more as he runs his hands over your thighs before forcefully spreading them and pushing himself between the gap he created.

He pulls away and you gasp a breath, whispering a small ‘no’ but he grins before shushing you quietly. “It’s okay, doll. It won’t hurt much.” He doesn’t sound very convincing in fact, it sounds like he hopes it hurts. He grinds his still hard cock against your sticky cunt as you cry quietly for him to stop. “Just take it, yeah? Be a good slut f’me and let me use you okay?” His blue eyes lock with yours and it’s like there’s hearts swimming in your irises and your body relaxes almost reluctantly. You react so well to his touch and words already, following his command after a bit of convincing. He can work with that, for now. He’d train you to be a good rapedoll soon enough, all it takes is a little time.

“There’s my dumb little slut.” He tilts his head with a grin that makes his scarred face look even more attractive to you in the darkness of your bedroom. His hand comes up to your face, “Hi there, pretty doll.” His thumb rubs over your bottom lip and you practically melt at the low rumble in his voice as his tone changes.

Your voice is quiet and shaky, half lidded eyes filled with adoration. “Hi, Jeff.” Fuck he could kill you. He wanted to. Wanted to see your eyes that sparkled with life die out as he fucked you in your last moments. He wanted to know what it would feel like when your tight cunt stopped squeezing him as he filled you up to the brim before your heart stopped beating for good. He’d resort to leaving bruises along your body from his fists instead for now. That was enough to please him until he got bored of you and really did decide to act on his urge to kill you.

Your body is so sensitive to his touch now it makes him feel this twisted sense of giddiness when you whimper from his touch. “Stupid girl, needs her cunt filled again, huh?” He laughs at the eager look in your eyes. You were so in love with him you almost seemed willing to do anything after a few sweet words spoken to you. He thought it was funny, the way you seemed to adore him like he was an actual normal guy that you were in a willing relationship with and not a sick and evil man that forced you with threats of killing your loved ones and friends if you didn’t comply to being in a relationship with him. The way you twisted your reality into a pretzel that you deemed good enough and ignored the dark truth of your situation was amusing to him.

His cock slips in almost too easily despite the tight squeeze your pussy gives him as if welcoming his thick length once more. Your face scrunches up in discomfort. He coos at you. “You can take it, doll. I know you can.” He whispers out, listening to the lewd squelching as he slides in and out slowly, experimentally. It’s a sound that drives him wild, makes his short nails dig into your skin a little more as he speeds up and you start to arch into him with beautiful sounds that make him want to snap you in half. His hands grab your hips hard, slamming his fat cock into you so roughly it has you rocking against the mattress with every gut churning thrust.

Your moans are so loud he has to move a hand up to grab at your throat, a dark chuckle leaving him as you gasp pathetically and claw at his wrist but you’re so overwhelmed by the growing pressure inside of you that you don’t know what to do anymore. Your brain is all foggy and mushy in your head and he likes that dumb cock-drunk look you give him as your tongue peeks out between your lips and you whimper out his name like it was the only word you knew.

“See? Knew ya could take it.” He grins widely, snapping his hips in a particularly deep and rough thrust that makes your eyes cross as you sink into the mattress even more and he chuckles at your current state. “My little rapedoll— fuckk, ‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you. You won’t want anyone else, you’ll come crawling b-back, ngh, to me because I’m the only one you need, right? Say it. Fucking say it, whore.” He spat out, slapping your face and causing pain to bloom in your cheek.

“I-I’m yours! All yours, Jeff! Oooh, fuck! R-right there, haah! I only need you J-Jeff.. I can’t live without you!” That was it. That final sentence was all it took to make the thoughts in his head snap together like a puzzle into one single coherent voice in his mind as his cock twitched and he painted your insides white again.

Make her yours.

#— cadie answers #— 🎀 nonnie #cadie writing ??? omg ???? literally kys cadie #jeff the killer smut #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader

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joelsgreys · 10 days

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Hey anon, high school bully behavior is anonymously bullying someone, something that YOU are doing.

This type of behavior is what drives people off of tumblr. Why more and more people pack it up and move to ao3 only or quit writing entirely. Keep it up, anon. Watch what happens, what’s already happening.

If you have an issue with someone, handle it like an adult. Not whatever this crap is. What did you think would happen, sending that rude message? That everyone would say oh yeah, this dumbass coward hiding behind an anonymous message is right. What a hero! They’re braver than all of us, bullying Vee online. Christ reincarnated. But you won’t do that, will you?

In the time it took to decide to send a rude message to someone, decide what that message would be, search for Vee’s tumblr, go into her inbox and type it up and press send, you could have done anything else and it would’ve been better. You could’ve said something nice to a friend (assuming you have any. I suppose imaginary ones count, as sad as that is) , you could have taken a few deep breaths. Perhaps made yourself a snack and calmed down. I think best of all, you could have (and should have) shut the fuck up. Never underestimate the value of shutting your mouth, anon. It’s a precious gift.

I hope someone does this shit to you and you can know how it feels. You’re clearly lacking empathy and it’d do you well to learn some. I’ll start you off with two pieces advice - If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Treat others how you want to be treated.

Vee, you are invaluable to this community and you’re worth so much more than you could ever ever know. I hope you know the positive impact you’ve had on me as an individual and countless fucking others, as well as tumblr as a whole. This flaming asshole will only ever be that - a flaming, electrified asshole. A pimple on the ass of the universe. You are a brilliant creator, friend, and member of this community. So much more than whoever this troglodyte is. I know you’re hurting, and I’m hurting for you. I hope you can heal soon. Do something nice for yourself tonight because you deserve it. You deserve it every night.

...i may or may not have had to google the term troglodyte

nonnie, thank you for your kindness, first of all. my emoji tab on my laptop decided she wanted to stop working, so here is this heart for you <33

it's kind of too late to tell you not to waste your own energy in regards to that anon, but really, let's just let them be. i've already wasted enough energy for all of us, and i really, really wish that i had been in a better headspace when that dumb ask was dropped into my inbox. if i had been, i would have just kept sipping my smoothie and writing my silly little story, which is what i had been doing when the notification came in lmao.

they caught me on a night i was already hurting, so naturally, their opinion of me did indeed hurt my feelings, and it sucks, but all the love i have gotten has certainly kept me from crawling into a hole and for that i am grateful. i think i shall take your advice and do something nice for myself tonight. <3

#vee answers

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chuluoyi · 28 days

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i know you’re not accepting requests BUT HEAR ME OUT. i don’t know if you’re into spiderman or any alternative universes but but hear me out. spiderman gojo satoru. where behind the mask he is a crazily rich man but he ends up falling in love with a baker reader or smth. but before reader meet gojo without the mask he save her as spiderman from the night before and he did smth and left her all giddy before he left. are you seeing my vision rn tell me im not crazy. just needed to share this it’s been on my mind too long. btw i loveeee your work <33 hope you’re doing good !!

oooh i think i’m seeing that vision nonnie🥹 like ugh the clown is actually THE dazzling spiderman??🤭 well yeah although i might not write it, i get the giddy feeling— how you would wait for him to come back again all the while this guy in your class is trying so hard to make you notice him💁🏻‍♀️ and when both of you get together… it’s endless worry for his safety 😫

and aaah thank you for loving my fics nonnie!!🫶🏻✨ mwah mwah sending love back to you!!😋

#and now i’m good that i’ve seen your ask ~#—chu’s mailbox 📬

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lovedazai · 5 months

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I just wanna smooch Dazai’s face all over >.<!! I want him so badly ;( I just wanna cuddle and kiss him until I fall asleep in his arms :3 Enough about my rant though, how are you?? I hope you’re doing well!! Have a great day or night and pls eat a good meal and drink some water <33

SO REAL NONNIE !!! hes just so kissable (づ៸៸៸◟) how can u not want to sit on his lap & cover him in kisses!!!!!! ahh i found out i have to get this procedure i rlly dont want to go thru two days after christmas so im feeling kinda down :< but im trying my best to be excited ab the holidays still !! omg i just realized ive only had cold brew today so ty for the reminder!!!!! <33 as soon as i post this i’ll run & grab some water >:( !!

#valentines #dazai love club ⊹ 𓂃 ｡ ‧ ₊

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thefrontofmymind · 2 years

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Hi there! I’m responding to your post about wanting to write some Eddie fluff! I would love to see something where Eddie works at a record store and he’s giving music recommendations to the reader and he accidentally ignores other customers because he’s so focused on curating the perfect mix for the reader.

Thank you! Hope you’re having a lovely day 💕💕

Eddie Munson Music Store Headcanons

a/n: hello lovely nonny! i hope you're having a great day too! this is very haphazardly put together but idk I like it bc it's pure fluff <33

- okay so switching it up I’m saying YOU work at a record store bc let’s be honest, he already has an income lmao

- so I imagine you work at a music store maybe like a town over since Hawkins isn’t that crazy big,,, so over the Summer he decides to go because he heard its a good store

- And the SECOND he steps foot into the store and sees you, man is head over heels

- when he’s browsing through all the records and cassettes and stuff (I’m imagining there’s like band t shirts and posters and stuff as well, at least there is at my local record store) and keeps quickly looking at you but doesn’t want to get caught

- and like he’s so nervous the whole time and he’s basically suffocating because he can’t breathe steady–it would be even worse if he was the only customer in the store but that the lord he isn’t and you’re too preoccupied with other customers to really take a lot of notice of him

- so i reckon he doesn’t buy anything the first time he goes there because he chickens out and worries you won’t like his music taste lmao

- but then he comes in the next week and just buys an Iron Maiden shirt, and then the next week he gets an Exodus cassette (he was rung up by your coworker, but he did spy that you took notice of the purchase as you strolled past, putting out new stock or whatever)

- it wasn’t until the third week when he comes in that he actually has the courage to strike up a conversation with you, and if he wasn’t in love before, he definitely was now

- you guys just agree on everything and you click instantly,,,, you also very much take a liking to him

- and after a while it becomes tradition, every week or so, he’d come in and look through the collection you’d put aside for him; your manager gets pissed because you’re ‘hoarding stock’ but you continue, arguing, “he always buys something! It’s not for nothing!”

- it starts to get to the end of the summer and he realises he won’t have as much time to drive out every week to see you, not to mention the fact that his room is now STACKED with cassettes and new posters from your store

- so after he buys a new Venom shirt, he asks if you would want to come to his band’s gig that week, and of course you say yes,,,, and mans gets so giddy and smiley

- even gives you a hug when he leaves and tells you he’s excited to see you–”I’ll dedicate all our songs to you, hey?”

- so technically your first date was a Corroded Coffin gig, but it was so worth it when after he finished playing he practically leaped off the stage to smother you in a bear hug, asking what you thought of them–you loved it

- he offers to drive you home, you try to refuse because it’s way too far but he insists. so during the drive you guys talk about his band and what he wants to do with it in the future,,, like you talk for about an hour all the way to your house

- and he even walks you up to your front door (!!) and you give him a goodnight kiss and tell him to phone you when he gets back to his trailer so you know he got home safely

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn

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