What about puppy r2 leon and kitty reader⊠kitty is scared of puppy Leon and all he wants to do is play with them.
ummm sorry puppy leon is so stinky all he does is pee and roll around in it and run and drool like a kitty would hate him so bad omg and he doesnât get when hybrids have different ears n tail to him so heâs so worried ab them like why do you look like that!! keeps pulling on kittys tail
them :3
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who are your 5 favourite blogs? (or 5 favourite people on tumblr)
these ones are the first that come to mind: @laurennbacall @alexstewart @ravenclairee @ronandreams @joanna-lannister @loversmore @hightowres @takeawaythepain @kuoro
...of course, there are many more, but these are just a few of my favs people on here âĄàŹ
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part 3 for the hs bully gojo fic except he suffers just a Little bit more in it. readerâs relationship w freckle boy gets a little more serious and gojo feels like he has a blackhole in his chest. one day he does confess bc he canât physically take the heartache anymore and reader gets mad n calls him selfish (insert several more weeks of Suffering for gojo) and then idk what else from there but give a happy ending for him pls c: itâs his birthday tomorrow he shant suffer any longer but a little bit more wouldnât kill him yknow â€ïž
i like the way u think anon!!! if i ever post a part 3 itâll probably be after the majority of my event anyway⊠bc i am posting smth tmrrw for his bday. but i can just. imagine the heartbreakâŠ
when he finally works up the courage to just talk to you again, heâs so hopeful and he can tell u already know what heâs about to ask;; and before he can even start talking youâre stopping him like, âgojo, i know what youâre going to sayââ but he keeps cutting you off and wonât let you get a word in. he probably has to even shout at you to just let him talk once or twice bc you both know what heâs ab to do, n he knows ur not stupid and that youâre fully aware and you want to stop him probably to prevent him from hurting more. but that means youâll say no and he doesnât like thinking about that so he ignores it. n then he confesses and youâre all like âi cant, i have a boyfriendâ but he just. doesnât get it so he asks you âwhy? why cant we be together?â why do you hate me? and eventually youâre the one whoâs cutting him off and just⊠ouch. lots of pain!
good ending is you eventually come to realize you feel more for satoru than freckles boy and you accept him and go on coffee dates together happily ever after :3
pt 1 + 2
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Iâm so ashamed to be requesting this⊠but Iâve been looking everywhere for a shower smut with Miguel OâHara and I feel like I can trust you not to let me downđ©đ©đ if you can, ONLY if you can I donât wanna be a bother.
Hey, no need to be ashamed haha! Thatâs so sweet of you, thank you for trusting me with this đ and I hope this short blurb doesnât let you down⊠I wrote this instead of focusing on my assignment lol!
Miguel smut under the cut, 18+ only
Your muscles were aching, the hot water spraying down your back helping to release some of the tension there. You had a long day and couldnât wait to get home for some down time, and a hot shower was the perfect start to your relaxing evening. You hear the bathroom door open and the blurry large shadow of Miguel in the doorway. You know itâs him just by his sheer size, nobody else you knew took up that much space.
âMig, can you grab me a towel? I forgot!â You shout, turning to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.
âYou always forget,â he grumbles lowly, thinking you canât hear him but heâs closer now.
âYeah, I know I know, can you just get meâ no, no! You canât justâ!â
It was too late. Miguel had stripped his clothes in record time â or maybe he walked into the bathroom already naked â and joined you in the shower, his height effectively blocking the water from spraying on you as his broad frame took up most of the shower space.
âYou got me all wet, nena,â he says looking down at you, slowly backing you against the tile wall behind you.
âI didnât tell you to come insideâŠâ
He sniffs out a laugh.
âActuallyââ
âShut up. Just shut up.â
Reaching a hand up to pull him by the neck down, down, down to meet your lips, your tongues collide hotly under the spray of hot water. Pretty soon, youâre a moaning mess under his skillful tongue and roaming hands, lost in the sensation of your loverâs touch.
Miguel lifts you against the tiles and you gasp into his mouth at the cool wall against your back while he groans at the feeling of his hard cock bobbing against your core. Heâs rubbing himself against you, effectively making you drip for him while the water ran down his back.
Both of you were wet now.
Removing himself from your lips for a moment, he rests his forehead against yours to look into your eyes and smile, a rare one, a real one. You donât see this one often.
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âTan buena que eres conmigo,â Mig tells you quietly before lining up his fat tip with your entrance and slowly pushing forward, kissing you again when you start moaning at the intrusion.
Itâs always a stretch, no matter how much he tries to prep you. Inch by thick inch, he bullies his way into your cunt, massaging your breasts and mouthing at them to distract you. The sound when his lips wrap around your slippery skin is sinful, popping off your peaks with a satisfied hum while your chest heaves from everything youâre feeling.
Heâs everywhere, around you and inside you all at once. Itâs overwhelming in the best way possible.
Once he bottoms out, he waits for your go ahead, a small nod while you rest your head against the cool tiles has him starting to pull out nefariously slow, intent on making you loose and pliant by the end of the session. Bucking his hips, he fills you again and again, pressing your body into the shower wall and grunting on every pass.
The water was already hot and the way heâs fucking you has you burning up, the coil tightening in your belly so much that youâre about to pass out. He notices your breath coming out shallower.
âNeeded me to loosen you up, isnât that right nena? Uh huh?â
Youâre whining incoherently, eyes shut against the tiles as he plows into your pussy. You try to answer him but all that comes out are pathetic noises that you know only feed his ego.
âWhat was that, baby? Youâre close, arenât you, can feel youâ ahhhhh!â He groans out loud when you finally gush around his girth, body shuddering in his arms.
Completely reliant on his strength to hold you up â the way youâre impaled on him also helping â you let go. Utterly and entirely, you let yourself go in his arms, trusting him to take care of you.
Gripping your ass as he holds you up, Miguel continues to fuck into your fluttering hole, bucking his hips untimely as he nears his own end after feeling yours. His growls and grunts are bordering on animalistic, the smooth golden planes of his body catching your eyes as you ride out his assault on your pussy. The way his biceps ripple when he flexes his hands holding you up, the way the vein in his neck throbs when heâs breathing heavily, the way his abs flutter when heâs close to cumming â
Heâs absolutely stunning, and heâs all yours.
And heâs making you his, coming inside you and pressing his hips into yours, after essentially drilling you into the shower wall, he holds you there while groaning through his release.
The stress you were carrying was all gone, replaced with everything Miguel. You couldnât wait to spend the rest of your evening with him.
S/o to my translator â @xbellaxcarolinax â€ïž
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Our favorite donut boy (đ) from One Piece please! Portgas D. Ace!
DONUT BOY NOOOO đđ my poor baby! Let's give something nice and dirty just for him
Warnings: virginity loss (he's a cute blushy virgin in my brain no one bite me), just explicit scenes and language 18+ only
"Come on baby d-dont tease me" Ace panted beneath you as you pressed back slightly against the burning head of his cock, just barely letting his stickiness kiss your slit.
"Oh, but don't you like the teasing?" You purred, walking your fingers up his chest with sharp nails, his skin burning a soft pink.
"Yeah, but not right now, not when I'm so ready for you" he groaned at the feeling of his cock twitching and nudging against you, "I just wanna..." his hands moved to your waist to lightly press you down, stretching you as you only let him press the head in before stopping him as he whined. Ace shivered beneath your hands moving up his chest, his neck, and then around to take a soft yet tugging grasp on the hair, pulling back so he had to arch his neck and give you more access.
"Is my needy virgin boy excited?" You hummed against the skin just below his ear, nuzzling into the burning warmth of him and pressing your lips there.
"Yes, fuck yes" he moaned, hands desperate to force you down and split you open, his cheeks a candy pink and his eyes dark and heavy lidded, a rugged growling whine in the back of his throat as you slowly moved your hips down, only to freeze to push him a little more. You smiled as his leg kicked out, cock twitching even if only half way in as he tried desperately not to cum. Not yet.
"Want you to cum for me," you whispered in his ear, "so I can see just how sensitive you can get". You took that moment to shift your hips back, taking him all a once despite the stretch, and listen to him cry out, an almost shocked moan spilling passed his lips so loud the others on the ship in the adjacent rooms might have heard him. It took him a moment to get clarity, his hands holding you in place as he fought the burning in his gut.
"I-I'm not cumming til you do, sugar" Ace murmured roughly, a challenge sparking in his eyes before he leaned to capture you in a sloppy kiss.
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âHi <3 can I request cuddling and singing Leon to sleep after he got back from a long and rough mission? :)â
^^ requested by @clownfuker
Yes of course bae also i have no idea why the post is set up the way it is lmao but not complaining
â lullaby | leon kennedy
synopsis: leon is tired after returning from a mission and thereâs no place heâd rather be than in your arms
content: leon x gn! reader, fluff, singing reader
words: 420 (lol sorry it's short)
note: the song reader is singing is brilla brilla la stellina which basically is twinkle twinkle little star but in Italian (I hc that leon was taught italian before his parents died bc he was around 12 when it happened) taglist đ·ïž: @ghostkennedy @adaelines @konigbabe @meowsiee @antidesire @alewesker @d34ng3l
You were on the couch watching your favorite novella before you heard Keys and the door jiggle. You immediately whip your head around and you're met with your boyfriendâs familiar face.Â
âYou scared meâ you smiled as you tried to stand but Leon beat you to the couch sitting you back down. He didnât say anything but he practically tackled you and wrapped his arms around you, sending both of you down. As you fell, you grunted and threw your arms around him without a second thought.Â
The unspoken understanding you both had about one another was something you both cherished. Your bodies were as familiar to each other as your own. So you knew something was wrongâ probably a rough mission, so you didn't push it,Â
âMissed youâ Leon mumbled into your chest as he inhaled your signature scent he loved so much. âMissed you tooâ You smiled and rubbed his back gently. You both stayed like that for a minute before he propped himself up making both of you grunt slightly from the weight shift.
He reached out and kissed you, then pulled away as your fingers brushed hair out of his eyes as he looked up at you. âCan you sing Brilla to me? â Leon whispered. Years ago, he had taught you that song from his childhoodâ you didn't understand the words, but he told you it was like twinkle twinkle little star, so you didn't question him. At first, your accent sounded funny because you didnât know what you were saying but as the years went by you could confidently sing that one song in Italian. Could you speak Italian? No, but you knew Brilla Brilla.Â
You smiled and gently stroked his head as you began to sing quietly, âBrilla brilla la stellinaâ Your fingers entangled his hair. âSu nel cielo piccolinaâ you gently massaged his scalp. âBrilla brilla sopra noiâ Leonâs eyes slowly fluttered listening to your slow quiet voice as his arms and muscles relaxed into your loving embrace.
âMi domando di chi seiâ he whispered along with you before closing his eyes. âBrilla brilla la stellinaâ you repeat lowering your voice. âOra tu sei piĂč vicinaâ You smile as Leon clings to you and you gently take your fingers out of his hair and move them to draw circles into his back. You carefully kiss his head before laying your head back taking a breath as you closed your eyes and felt his weight and warmth make you drift into sleep as well.Â
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â€đ„The Burning Hearts of Twin Dragonsđ„ â€
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister!OC.
A/N: I went back and forth about whether to make them twins or not but, decided fuck it they're going to be twins. I am also so sorry for the 1+ year delay.
Description:
Twins were not a rare occurrence under House Targaryen.Â
As it stood there were three sets under the Great House.
Lady Baela & Lady Rhaena of Prince Daemon & Lady Laena.
Prince Jaehaerys & Princess Jaehaera of Prince Aegon II & Princess Helaena.
Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma of King Viserys and Queen Alicent.
Unnaturally close from birth, the dragon twins had only ever seen one another as each other's other half, one soul dwelling in two bodies, one never to be seen without the other close by; the hot-tempered and unforgiving Prince harboring a feral possessiveness over his kind-hearted and mischievous twin sister that only seemed to grow with age. A feral possessiveness that the young Princess reveled in and used to her advantage much to the horror of their mother which would ultimately lead to their separation.
The existence of the youngest daughter of King Viserys would soon fade to the back of the people's minds. Like his youngest son, Prince Daeron, who had been sent to be with the Queenâs side of the family in Oldtown under Lord Ormund Hightower; the King's youngest daughter would be sent to live with his eldest daughter, the Princess Rhaenyra on Dragonstone at 12.
Many would forget her but not Aemond. Over several years, Aemondâs pleas for his twin sister's return would fall on deaf ears; many a fight had over the matter and many a time the young Prince turned away from Dragonstone in his attempts to bring her back and when the war eventually broke, the young Princess remained on Dragonstone.
Prince Aemond Targaryen would fight the war for the Iron Throne not out of a sense of duty or commitment to his King-brother and their family but for the return of his beloved twin sister to his side - the kinslayer more than willing to burn all of House Targaryen down to get her back.
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do you support self ship?
On this profile we support self ship as hell! be happy guys draw your ocs and make long lores about them, be creative.
Just have fun, no one cares if you ship a certain character or change some of their characteristics to suit your narrative.
Be happy without fear of what people will think.
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Where did Bradley and Sweet Girl go for their honeymoon? I can stop thinking about them đ©”
They spend 3 weeks in Italy! They start in the North with Verona and Venice before working their way South, making stops in Florence and Rome, before ending in the Amalfi Coast.
Theyâre drinking good coffee and wine and eating pasta! There are lots of late nights and lazy mornings in bed. The morning light really is different in Italy.
Bradley is a bit of a history buff, so he is dropping tidbits as they explore Venice. (And while heâs happy for the couple they see get engaged under the Bridge of Sighs heâs also side eyeing it because that history is terribly unromantic). On their third night there, they both get tipsy off a couple bottles of Bardolino wine, and she flashes him on the Ponte delle Tette and later they get wolf whistled at because that secluded corner heâs crowded her into to make out afterwards isnât that secluded. (AmĂłre!) đ„°
In Florence, theyâre holding hands as they check out the Uffizi, picnicking along the river, and getting gelato at least twice a day. They buy Mav a leather jacket at the leather market as a thank you for watching Duck while theyâre away. She surprises him with a cooking class. They really pack in all the exploring and cultural experiences in the first two weeks.
And the last week at the Amalfi Coast is spent at the seaside swimming and relaxing. Bradley gets to read a book cover to cover for the first time in what feels like years. And on one of their last full days there they hire a boat for the day, and take in the views with an aperol spritz (or two or three).
Bradleyâs curls get all sunkissed in the golden glow of the Italian sunshine and he gets freckles on his shoulder. Even though she has the brush on powder sunscreen stick in her purse, his nose still gets sunburned and stays pink for most of the trip.
He loves seeing her sundress collection, and she thrives with him wearing those 5 inch inseam shorts. But she really does him in when they go to one of the beach clubs and he sees her high cut bikini bottoms with her butterfly tattoo on full display. (She absolutely knew what she was doing with that one, especially since now thereâs a recently tattooed BB tucked next to them đ€)
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âHarry had yet to go pick up Ophelia from his mum's and still had to make a quick trip to the store for some milk.â like just imagining Harry and Ophelia at the store together đ«
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âCâmon Phee,â Harry grunted as he gently lifted Ophelia from her car seat.
London was getting chilly due to the weather changing so she was adorned in a pale pink sweater one piece with cuffed overalls. ***
Once she was out, Harry rested her on his hip as they ventured their way to the store's entrance.
Harry only needed some milk and pasta noodles. Ophelia finished off the milk last night before bed and the noodles were for the simple dinner Harry was making tonight.
The warmth of the grocery store hit Harry and Ophelia as they walked inside. A nice contrast to the cold weather outside.
Harry gently set Phee down as he browsed the different kinds of milk. Grabbing the correct gallon of milk Ophelia drinks every night before bed.
âAlright, letâs go get some noodles and weâll be on our way home. Maybe we could even watch Moana? How does that sound, Phee?â
Moana has been Opheliaâs newest movie obsession for the past few days.
Ever since Anne let her watch it one day, itâs been nonstop watching and singing with Phee.
Her small, chubby hand rested in her fatherâs grasp as they trekked through the store.
âYeah! Wanna watch Moana!â She exclaimed, a little skip in her step at the mention of her favorite princess movie at the time.
Harry chuckled, watching as she did a little happy dance hearing what her father had planned for the evening.
âWe could even make some popc-,â Harry was cut off by a dramatic gasp coming from his little girl.
âDaddy, cookies!â Phee pointed towards a table filled with an assortment of delicious looking desserts.
She tried pulling Harry towards the tempting desserts but pouted when he wasnât budging.
Harry sighed, the pout making him struggle, âNot today Phee. Plus we have some cookies at home already.â
The pout on her face became more prominent.
âBut- but daddy, theyâre pink! An- and we need them!â
âWe need them?â Harry mused, watching as she frantically shook her head.
âJust because theyâre pink doesnât mean we need them, darling. And didnât Nana let you have a cookie earlier today?â
Phee was lost for words when her father mentioned how her Nana let her have a cookie earlier when he wasnât there.
She just did what she knew best and used her best puppy dog eyes, âPlease, daddy?â
Harry went back and forth knowing this was a losing battle and he was going to give in to his daughterâs request.
âIâll let you get them on one condition. You have to carry them for me since mâhands are full.â
Pheeâs eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, âThank you, daddy!â
Her small arms wrapped around his calf causing a grin to grow on his face.
Getting back on schedule, Harry and Phee got their pasta noodles and headed for the checkout.
âDid your daddy let you get these?â The kind older woman behind the cashier register asked since she watched the whole interaction the duo had.
She found it quite cute and comical watching the father-daughter pair.
Harry gently nudged Phee from her hiding spot behind his legs that she seeks when sheâs around new people.
âItâs okay, love. She wonât bite.â
âYe- yeah he did. He even said we could watch Moana!â
The cashier gasped, âReally? He sounds like such an amazing dad! Hope you enjoy watching Moana and eating your cookies!â
Harry placed his card into the machine leaning down to his daughter's height once again, âTell her thank you bug.â
Phee rocked back and forth on her feet, a huge grin plastered on her face, âThank you!â
Harry grabbed the bag from the lady, âThank you, have a nice day.â
Harry grabbed Pheeâs hand and lead them towards the exit. He swiftly picked her up and placed her on his hip.
âYâready to go home? Watch some Moana and have some cookies?â
âYeah!â She giggled, hiding her face in the crook of his neck to protect her from the cold air, snuggling into his hoodie further.
The two were cuddled together with a blanket enjoying the warmth their house provided on this chilly day in London. They sat on the sofa watching Moana and eating cookies and Harry couldnât imagine his life any other way.
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Cherry I CANNOT get the image of Leon setting up one of those little cameras with treats for puppies out of my head... the ones people get for their pets when they're away at like work? HRGGGG- Puppy reader pacing back and forth across the wooden floorboards all tip tap tip tap whining but as soon as she hears a short whistle and 'princess' from Leon turning the mic on she is YAPPING. Runs full ball at the device, Tail a million miles an hour, face first into the screen with a little bonk, cutest dumbest little thing EVER to hear her owner. Only has the brain capacity to love him UGHH all your fault!!!!!! à«ź â âžâž â àŸàœČá
THIS IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE OH MY GOD????? LIKE. I CANT DO THIS SHES LITERALLY ME!! sorry she would sit by the camera waiting for leon to talk to her all day, pawing at it and whining he just gets close ups of her eyes all day. tries to put it in her mouth tries to sit on it tries to grind on it. gets frustrated like where is he!! where is daddy?
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That recent Heeseung fic made me feel things i havent felt in a while holy moly *gets on knees*
-dear anon
so so happy to hear you loved it! had to incorporate the chain because my gooooddddd he looks so pretty in jewelryâŠ
â© (my point exactly)
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haii >:3 i was wondering of you could write a thing on if reader was a classmatw of gojo when they were in jujutsu tech? ur hsbullt gojo was really well written đ
sorry if i sound rude, im not familiar with how tumblr works ;(
hey there!! thank u sm for ur ask nonnie ! hope this is good... and donât worry!!!! ur perfectly fine my love đ€
classmates | satoru gojo x reader
cw: calls u princess, swearing
1:34PM. 5/21/06 - JUJUTSU TECH GYM - more than friends, less than lovers
"fucking hell, satoru!" you rub your head slowly, gritting your teeth as pain hammers the side of your skull; feels like a bruise is going to form, and youâre pretty sure you have basketball line marks on your face.
satoru jogs over to you, the rubber soles of his shoes squeaking on the gym floor. there's that pesky grin on his lips again, and his eyes shine, a vibrant glow of youth. heâs not apologetic at all, you think with gritted teeth. he slows to a stop a few yards away from you, a panting, sweaty mess, yet you find yourself irritably drawn to him either way. he shoots you a quick wink, fanning himself with his shirt in a way that lets the dip of his hip expose itself to the musty air of the gym. a droplet of sweat slides down his skin, and your face burns.
"yo! pass me that ball, [name]." he waves an eager hand towards you, and you roll your eyes, tossing the basketball in his direction. it lands square on his chest with a thump, eliciting a little âoofâ from his lips and pressing the cotton of his shirt against his damp skin. and it sticks, defining his muscles in patches of wet cloth. the summer heat must really be getting to you, because the sound of his voice has your thoughts running far, far away from you.
youâre yanked back into reality when a little huff escapes his glossy lips, wiping his forehead and messing up his soft white hair, stray strands clinging together over his eyes. shoko made away with his sunglasses, which means youâve got a front seat view of those gorgeous, yet equally uncanny irises. "hey, you've got a solid throw. you should give it a shot, yeah? why not join me 'n suguru for a roundâ"
âhell no.â
he just laughs at that, haughty and everything you should really learn to hate as he turns on his heel and heads back toward the center of the court, where suguru is waiting with an irked expression on his face.
âsuit yourself, princess.â he tosses a wave in your direction of his shoulder, and you raise a hand to your chest, feeling your heart slam against your ribcage.
9:02AM. 11/06/07 - JUJUTSU TECH CLASSROOM - best friends
âso.â
gojo glances at you, as if surprised you broke the silence. you can see your own reflection in the lens of his shades, hiding his gaze from the world. sunlight filters in through the windows; itâs early, a break between classes. it shouldnât be stuffy in the classroom with the windows open, but it still feels suffocating.
you stare at him, and he stares back from his seat atop your desk. his lips are curved down in that usual unamused look heâs always sporting, but there seems to be weight in his shoulders; a ghost tugging his muscles down, stiffening the muscles in his neck to the point where you wish you could just offer him a massage. but youâre not sure if heâd let you get close enough to ever do that.
âwhat?â he snaps, glaring at you as he sticks his bottom lip out. at least, you think heâs glaringâ itâs been harder to tell lately, whatâs on his mind. not that you were ever able to read him easily before, though. he likes to hide.
you kick the leg of the desk heâs sitting on with a foot, sighing and humming to yourself for a moment or two. you donât see it, but gojoâs expression softens slightly and he looks back up at the ceiling again, callused fingers curling around the edge of the desk. the pale color of his skin makes the veins on his hands more prominent; a subtle, muted blue that makes you want to run a hand over his arm.
the two of you had stopped by a store that morning. youâd bought a cup of coffee and two onigiri for yourselves, but it seems like heâs already finished his. you know right now is the prime time for his appetite to flare upâ with adolescence and all, but he doesnât seem to be eating much. or at least, not from what you can tell.
âhere, have this.â
gojo glances down at you once more, letting himself observe you with his full vision; not one thatâs always hidden behind a layer of thick black stained glass, meant to absorb the pain and the headaches for him. you, whoâs so gentle and soft with himâ surely you wouldnât cause him any sort of aching, if not for the one inside the cavity of his chest. it takes him a moment to realize youâre holding out something to himâ your onigiri, half eaten. thereâs a shriveled little plum showing, burrowed between the layers of sticky rice and dry seaweed wrappings.
heâs uncharacteristically silent as he grabs it from you, the crinkle of the plastic wrapping the only noise in the world as he stares at it for a moment before starting to eat. his cheek puffs when he starts chewing; the bob of his adamâs apple in his throat when he swallows makes it hard for you to stifle a smile. even with the weight of all heâs carrying, gojo still manages to look like a child every now and then. you canât help but think heâs grown up too fast.
you let a moment of silence pass, stealing a long glance at him as he busies himself with his half of the rice ball, wolfing it down.
âi know i cant offer much to you, satoruâŠâ you started quietly; tenderly, if he listened closely. the way you say his name makes his throat constrict in a way heâs not familiar with.
ââŠbut if you ever need somethingâ anythingâ iâll be here. plus, i never finish my onigiri anyway. so you can have the half i donât eat,â you laughed, closing your eyes and listening to the morning breeze outside. gojo takes the opportunity to observe you; the soft curve of your cheeks, the way your lashes curl, the soft fade of your full lips at the edges and the hair that frames your face.
you can feel his eyes on you, but you let him get away with it. it feels like an infinite eternity goes by before his voice finally cuts through the thick air.
ââŠhave you been resting? the bags under your eyes are darker than usual.â he pokes at you, shifting again, but you seem to revel in the comfortable familiarity of his banter; something that makes his heart ache in a way only you elicit from him. the way you pull at his heart strings is so natural and easy that itâs unnatural to ignore.
âprobably more than you have,â you teased. gojo sniffles, and you chalk it up to the seasonal illnesses.
2:46AM. 12/07/08 - JUJUTSU TECH DORMS - ?
itâs half past two in the morning when you get gojoâs text. or, more accurately, the one you forced him to send when he returned from his mission.
m done. u can come pver
he looks a little too much like a zombie when you knock on the door of his dorm and it swings open for you, revealing him in all his tired glory. the bags under his eyes are redder and darker than usual, and his hair is tussled and messy. itâs obvious he hasnât bothered to clean himself up. his white tee is stained with something damp; his tears, but you donât dwell on it. thereâs a bandaid on the bottom of his jaw; you can see a hint of angry red scrapes peeking out from beneath the beige material.
âyou look like shit.â
âare you gonna come in or not?â
you oblige and step inside, the plastic bag in your hand rustling with each movement. itâs a bit loud, and you just pray you donât get caught sneaking into gojoâs room this late at night. at least you know which boards creak.
he closes the door behind you, crossing his arms over his chest and observing you. you look the same as you always do, but the way your hair falls over your face makes him want to brush it back, like some unresolved impulse. he doesnât do anything about it; hanging around you for so long has taught him how to keep himself in control. for as long as he can manage, anyway.
he speaks up first, voice hoarse and low with lack of use. âwhatâs in the bag?â he makes it sound like itâs something illegal. and at this point, youâre not sure if the feeling that pushes you to do things for him should be considered so, because sometimes it feels like it.
âa birthday cake. orâ itâs a fruit tart i stayed up to make.â you said, placing the bag on his cluttered desk, pushing away photo frames and bloody tissues and pencils shaven down to eraser stubs to make room for the box. satoru meanders over to you, peering over your shoulder with one hand on the desk to support himself. you can feel his breath on your neck, hot even in the darkness. it makes your hands clammy.
moonlight spills in from the windows next to his bed, but itâs not enough, so you turn on the lamp and open the box. the tartâs been through quite a bitâ jostled in transport, marred in the makingâ but the sweet smell of fruit and cream makes his mouth water nonetheless.
âwow, thatâs nice of you. weirdly so, actually. are you really [name]?â you can hear the grin in satoruâs voice, and you know he can hear the exasperation in your voice when you reply, using the plastic utensils you packed to cut a slice for him. the red strawberry juice stains the cream as your knife slices through, a rivulet of vermillion.
âshut up and be grateful. you get the slice with kiwi and the rotten blueberries just for that,â you huff, indignantly in a way that reminds satoru of a rather petulant housecat. he takes the tart from you, cold fingers ghosting over yours as the golden brown crust crumbles in his palm.
ignoring the sour berries, the taste is like a bite of heaven, but not the distant kind thatâs hidden behind a veil of clouds. the kind thatâs only found within the quaint, humble warmth of a homely kitchen, made with love by oneâs own hand. your hand. the knowledge tastes all the sweeter on his tongue.
heâs snapped from his dazed pastry-savoring stupor when you speak up again, enjoying a slice of your own.
âhappy birthday, gojo.â he stiffens, but heâs not quite sure why. if you notice his change in demeanor, you donât say anything about it.
âcongrats to another year,â you smiled, lifting up your half-eaten tart, not unlike the onigiri youâd shared with him a year ago. except this time he reciprocates, and you share a toast of berries and cream in the darkness of his dorm, at 3am on a quiet sunday.
the dorms are silent. the only sound is the wind outside, throwing leaves and dust at the window panes as it sings a tune in ode to winter. come tomorrow, itâll likely be silenced by a coating of thick, white snow; unmoving, burying the secrets of the earth beneath the glittering icicles. not unlike the boy next to you, with pretty blue eyes that are constantly focused yet distant all the same, hair the color of clouds and face worn with age unbefitting of a child.
come tomorrow, the snow will fall and snuff out the life of the flowers and plants. but in this tranquil bubble of time, satoru is as free as a dove outside of its silver cage.
he reaches over, pulling you in by the sleeve of your night shirt and pressing a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. it happens in the blink of an eye; a moment of impulse, where for once, he allows himself to breathe; to let down the walls he literally holds up around him, to let his fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes and breathe in your scent, taste the heat on your skin and the buttery sweet crumbs dotting the curve of your lips; the dips in the corners of your mouth that make you always look so pretty when you smile.
when he pulls away, he refuses to meet your gaze, instead staring down at the only remaining clue of the tart in his palmâ a single, rotten blueberry, squishy and soft. the silence rings in his ear as his face becomes hot.
âwhat was that for?â you ask quietly, staring angrilyâ in embarrassment, into nothing.
âthere were crumbs on your mouth,â he explains.
nothing more, nothing less.
my (riaki) stuff. donât repost and/or plagiarize !
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So... I've been having some thots about this Miguel fanart I'd like to share...
You straddle his waist, the sudden weight of you in his lap making him jolt awake. His hands fall to your hips as he sits up, the book across his face falling to the floor. He's on surprised, but relaxes once his eyes meet yours in the dim light, his fingers twisting in the loose fabric of your t-shirt as he pulls you closer. You lean in, smiling softly as you wrap your arms around his neck.
His mouth meets yours, tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. You part them, humming as he licks inside, his kiss hungry. He rolls his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against you, pulling you so close your chest is pressed against his. He swallows your moans as he grinds up against your cunt, the friction sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.
When he drags his mouth down your neck, your fingers find their way into his hair, weaving themselves through the soft, dark strands. You whine when he nips at your neck, the sharp sting of his fangs making you shiver. He guides your hips as he continues to grind against you, softly whispering his praises into your skin.
When you come, your fingers clench in his hair, your hips stuttering against his. Your fingernails bite into his scalp and he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He holds you as you come down, pressing kisses into your skin as the last traces of your orgasm fade away.
He's still hard beneath you, and when you tell him to fuck you, he wastes no time--taking out his cock, pulling your soaked panties to the side, and thrusting up into your wet heat. His groan is a little strangled as you clench around him, your tight cunt doing it's best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. You moan as the fucks up into you, his cock so deep like this you feel it in your belly. When he comes, it's with a growl, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck as he spills himself inside you.
(I wrote this on my phone at work so apologies if this is terrible and/or littered with spelling/grammatical errors lol)
Would be interested to know your thots on this fanart too btw...if you'd also like to share đ€đ
Girl. Girl!! Killing me here!!
My thots are this:
A) I usually donât care for abs but that manâs torso looks so fucking comfortable nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to sit.
B) the book on his face is giving Iâm smarter than I ought to be with this body and this face and this ass and frankly itâs pissing me off??
C) lemme justâ
Watching his spend leak out of your cunt like that only had him hardening again within minutes. Your body lay against his chest with a sheen of sweat, despite him doing most of the work from the bottom. Miguel hummed while swiping at the corners of your still stretched out hole, the white liquid coming off on his thumb before he stuck it in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Wrapping your lips lazily around his finger, you look up at him lovesick, lids low and mouth pliant. You were so sated, Miguel could swear you were purring against him. In fact, when you shifted the slightest to tuck yourself against him again, his girth also shifted inside your warmth, pressing up against something that caused you to moan.
So you werenât completely done for the nightâŠ
Grabbing your hips to adjust you the slightest bit again, Miguel groans obscenely, yours and his combined slick making your core so hot and easy for him, he could bet you could take him anywhere tonight. He wonders if youâd let him.
Eyes locking on the dark spot on your neck from where he had marked you earlier, Miguel feels inclined to spread them, to litter marks everywhere from the delicate skin between your collar bones to the softness of your inner thighs. His mind immediately jumps to images of you on your back with his hand holding you down, barely there bruises forming all over your pretty breasts. Maybe another time when heâs got you on his bed, not on the floor where he had fallen asleep before you found him and had your way with him.
Picking the book back up, he shoves it in your hands and tells you to read to him, finish what you interrupted and even though technically heâs wrong, he was fast asleep before you even laid eyes on his tempting body, you comply with shaky hands and an even shakier voice. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to focus on the words coming out of your mouth but itâs kind of hard when Miguelâs hands are gripping your hips so tight and he feels so sweet inside of you it tastes bitter.
You barely get through the paragraph before he starts shallowly thrusting up into you, waiting to see how long it takes before you give up trying to think with how heavy his cock feels inside your dripping core, your walls fluttering as you approach orgasm. As you come, the book falls from your hands to the floor, forgotten in the moment as he chases his own relief again and spills into you, again, pushing it back in, again and again and again.
It will never be enough for him, heâll never have his fill of leaving you full of him.
Sorry does this even make sense itâs just a horny mess đđđ„Čđ«Ł đïžđ«Šđïž
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putting in a request for needy dom!yuta đ„ș obsessed w ur workkkkk
Thank you lovely!
needy dom! Yuuta?! yes please!!!
Warnings: overstimulation, squirting
"Come on baby girl, just one more, take a deep breath for me" Yuuta pleaded sweetly, his tone the complete opposite of his fingers hammering into you and dragging you closer to your orgasm. The fifth one you've had since he got you home from the party. Your breath was shaky as a moan warbled off your tongue, fire licking at your spine as your cunt leaked messily on his fingers.
"That's my good girl," He praised, wanting more than anything to lean up and kiss your overstimulated tears from your cheeks. But bringing you to your end again was more important.
The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers would have been embarrassing had your brain not been foggy with his warm touch and his low voice praising you.
"Y-Yuuta- Can't-"
"You can, I know you can, just one more for me and then I'll fuck you until the sunrises" He promised, kissing against the side of your knee, "Wanna feel you milk my cock dry". Those low murmured words were you're undoing, his name leaving your lips on a sharp cry as you felt yourself squirt against his hand, drenching him down to his forearm.
"Look at that, such a pretty little pussy" Yuuta groaned, finally pulling his fingers away, his pink tongue coming out to lick your release dripping down his arm before offering his fingers to you, smearing across your lips. "taste yourself". You obediently sucked his fingers in, the tangy taste of your slick blooming across your tongue as you looked up at him with watery eyes, choking a little as he pressed against your tongue and pushed until his knuckles were at your lips. His cock was aching as he fisted himself, the usual delicate pink color turned an aggressive red as the tip leaked pearly fluid.
Yuuta leaned down to press a soft kiss against the apple of your cheek, murmuring about how good you've been for him, how much he loved you before moving you down a little from the pillows and pressing your knees up to your shoulders.
"We've got three hours till morning, let's see how messy we can make these sheets"
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Omg hii! Can i pretty please request a reader x neteyam blurb where neteyam understands firsthand about warriorreader! protectiveness to put herself first in battle, but when she actually gets hurt he begs her not to do that again because he doesnât want to lose her? You can do this if you want, but I would appreciate if you did đ€©
Please mind my grammer mistakes, its 3 am and Iâm snoozing on and off đ
-đŹ anon
warrior | neteyam
yes đŹ anon i love the way you think
You were a fierce warrior and a well-respected one at thatâ even for your young age. You always were on the front lines because you proved yourself to be worthy enough. You protected your clan with pride and you took honor in your accomplishmentsâ not cocky but you knew you were excellent.
Your close friend neteyam didnât appreciate your skills as muchâ he liked that you knew how to take care of yourself. It was just the fear of losing you that always overtook his body whenever you set out on raids, heâd pray to eywa to bring you back to him safely. Heâd also beg his father to not let you go but jake would always say âsheâs my strongest warrior i cannot just leave her out i need herâ âwell so do i!â heâd argue.
You always promised to make it back safely and you prayed to eywa as well to take care of you and let your aim be pure, but this time was different.
âPromise teyamâ okayâ you smiled wrapping your pinky with his âyou better be safe iâll be above watching so no funny business,â he said pointing semi-seriously but then broke into a smile. âYes sirâ you laughed before getting ready to go to a raidâ adorned with white paint and your bow you set out with jake and others. You flew on your ikran and waited on jakeâs count watching the sky peopleâs metal bug. Then it blew up and jake sent yâall in, you flew low and heard neteyam in your ear âall good up hereâ you held the piece âfor now keep an eye out who knows how long we got until sky people show upâ you said watching carefully.
âGrab everything you can quickly!â jake yelled as he handed them guns and other sky people's stuff. You cursed as you saw the sky peopleâs metal bird âget down!â you yelled as it shot open fire. You hissed and got on your ikran and flew up and drew your bow, you dodged and weaved many bullets before shooting the pilot and sending them crashingâ you yelled in victory. Then another one came crashing down and sent navi flying and you immediately went down to help.
Dismounting you helped dig others out from the rubble and handed them off to other abled bodies. You ran around yelling to see if anyone else was there then you saw loâak and neteyam and you felt your body heat upâ you couldnât believe they were that stupid. âskxawngs!â you hissed running towards them as things were still exploding and getting shot at. They looked at you and their ears pinned back âwhat in the name of eywa are you doing?!â you yelled âgo get out of here you could get hurt!â you pushed them towards their ikrans.
âThatâs not fair we want to help!â loâak protested âplease letâs go we have what we needâ neteyam pleaded to you. He wanted you to leave as soon as possibleâ âno! i have to make sure all the wounded areââ you were cut off by a searing pain in your shoulder. You screamed out and toppled over as neteyam caught youâ you were hit.
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Afterward, you were safely brought back and everyone settled down from the raid. You groaned as neteyam talked your ears off as kiri patches you up. âSee! you got hurt!â âonly because i was scolding you and your brotherâs skxawng asses!â âoh so itâs our fault?!â he bickered âno neteyam! iâm saying you were reckless!â âso were you, youâre always reckless!â â this went back and forth before kiri yelled âstop it! okay? oh my goodness just be quiet and talk normallyâ kiri groaned before leaving.
You pouted and turned away âi know iâm right teyamââ âlike hell,â he said crossing his arms. You sighed and rolled your eyes deciding to be the bigger person âiâm sorry okayâ neteyam looked at you confused. âIâm sorry i yelled at you like thatâ i just worry about you and i got scared seeing you out there and i don't know what iâd do ifâ your voice hitched as tears filled your eyes as you thought about what only comes in your nightmares. âHey, iâm sorry too okay how do you think i feel every time you leave huh? the exact same way, i fear losing you every dayâ youâre too importantâ he said as his voice got shaky.
You got up and hissed as the pain took over but you pushed through and cupped his face âiâm not going anywhere anytime soon, itâll take a lot more than a stupid sky person to take me downâ you smiled as tears rolled down your face and neteyam held your hand and laughed too as tears fell down his face. âJust donât do that ever again please okay pinky promise?â âpinky promise.â
a/n: itâs hot asf i had to turn on my ceiling fan and change clothes to get comfortable đ
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