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stellamancer · 2 days

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entreat (reader x yuta okkotsu)

notes: hellow hellow! this is actually my first time writing yuta ahaha. he's a sweet boy who deserves the world (like most of the rest of the cast). intially the idea for this fic was a bit different but, i think this is cute too.

this fic was a request written as part of the @/ficsforgaza initiative as a gift for @yutaleks. my requests are currently closed, but if you are interested please do check the ffg tumblr out! there are lots of writers participating!

contains: gn!reader, food (mentions of, eating and sharing), yuta okkotsu being a cutie patoot

Whenever Yuta travels for a mission, he always brings back souvenirs; boxes of ridiculously sugary sweets for Gojo, bags of interestingly flavored potato chips for Maki, eclectic and downright gimmicky foods for Panda and Toge and for you—

Yuta brings back things he wants to eat with you.

It started with the first-ever souvenir he brought back for you, from the very first solo mission he received after being reinstated as a special grade. He'd given it to you to say thank you for your support because just saying it has never been an adequate expression of gratitude for Yuta.

But he'd apologized too, as he handed you the box– cookies from Hokkaido using locally sourced butter and cream, the prefecture’s pride and joy.

Yuta is maybe the only person you know who would say sorry when handing someone a gift.

“Why?” you'd asked.

He looked embarrassed as he answered. “I didn't know what you would like, but I couldn't just not bring you anything so I… got something that I thought sounded good…”

His face was the picture of guilt, like he had admitted to the most heinous crime in all of history– not knowing what you would have liked.

“It's okay if you want to throw it away or give it to sensei! I won't get upset or mad!”

You remember distinctly thinking that if Rika were still here, she would send you to the grave if you threw away Yuta’s gift. Instead of that, you started to open the box, peeling away the wrapping and the box top to reveal two neat little rows of individually packaged cookies. You’d plucked one out and offered it to Yuta.

“You said you thought it sounded good right?” you had asked.

Yuta only stared, obviously unsure of what to do.

“Come on, take it.”

He hesitated, clearly not wanting to partake in a gift meant for you and for a moment you both stood there, unmoving.

“Come on, Yuta, please?”

That had been enough to get him to give in. You remember being surprised that was all it took. He gingerly took the cookie from you, handling it like a treasure, and you’d grabbed one of your own, knowing there was no way Yuta would eat one if you didn't first.

You'd tucked the box under your arm to rip the packing open and with another thanks you popped the cookie in your mouth.

Honestly speaking, it had been one of the best cookies you'd ever had; crisp, yet tender, with a subtle sweetness that was nothing short of addictive.

When you had finished it, you stared at Yuta intently. It took him a second to realize that you meant for him to eat his, too, and with both yet another apology and yet another thank you, he delicately tore open the package and ate the cookie.

You watched as he chewed it thoughtfully, evaluating the flavor. And when he finished, you tilted your head to the side and asked, “So, did you like it?”

You remember how he nodded and smiled, carefree and innocent– a look you had always felt suited Yuta best.

In return, you’d offered him a smile of your own. “You don't need to go through the trouble of bringing me back anything, but if you do, bring stuff like this— that we can share.”

And Yuta did just that.

Now, every time he comes back from a mission, he comes bearing souvenirs from all over Japan: chestnut daifuku from Nagano, gyoza senbei from Tochigi, Kobe pudding from Hyogo… the list goes on. Sometimes, it’s just one thing. And other times, he comes back with two or three, looking apologetic as he tells you that he just couldn't decide.

You don't mind, though, you never do– in fact, you actually look forward to when he brings multiple. More to share means more time with Yuta.

And this time, this time is no exception, but….

“...this is an awful lot…” you say looking at the array of ten different boxes that Yuta’s brought back from his latest mission.

“I'm sorry!” He apologizes automatically and then, just like always he adds. “It was so hard to choose… Everything sounded so good.”

He's not wrong. Every single thing he's brought back sounds absolutely delicious and catered specifically to your tastes. It kind of makes you wonder if he's been taking notes all this time, commiting the things you've liked to memory.

“It's fine!” you insist. “I'm just not sure if we can finish all this together…”

At least not all at once. The things that are individually wrapped should be fine, but there are a fair amount of things that are probably meant to be eaten in a single sitting.

“...maybe we should see if the others want some too…” you murmur thoughtfully. It's been a while since all of you ate together, between missions and the like. It would be fun.

Yuta makes a soft sound and you look toward him. He’s very obviously avoiding your gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. You know him well enough to realize that means he's got something on his mind.

“What's up?” you ask.

He doesn't say anything, not at first, but it's obvious he's debating whether or not to tell you. If you wait long enough, though, you think he'll say it. And sure enough, after a minute or two Yuta takes a deep breath and says, “I was actually hoping we could still just share everything just the two of us!”

The words come out in a two-breath rush and you stare at him as the meaning of his words sink in. You did tell him to bring back things the two of you could share, it just never occurred to you that he thought that meant only the two of you.

Yuta, on the other hand, looks mildly horrified, regret instantly visible, as if it was a mistake to voice his own desires, and so he adds. “But— but if you want to eat with everyone, that's fine! I can call Toge and Panda and–”

“Actually,” you interject and while you don't want to talk over Yuta you want him to know— need him to know that it's fine. It's fine for him to say what he wants, because not only will you always listen, you’ll—

“I take it back. I think we can eat this all ourselves. Just the two of us.”

You’ll never, ever refuse him.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #yuuta okkotsu x you #jjk x reader #nikuniku fics

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pinkyqil · 2 days

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Can u please consider writing for Elisabeth terland? I don��t have any prompt in mind, any thing could work really.

Late night surprise // Elisabeth terland x r

You loved your girlfriend and everything about her she was one of the kindest people you ever meet. and you wouldn't trade her love for anything else.

Today was a special day for you both. It was your second anniversary of being with each other.

and you were very excited to spend it with elisa. you spent the whole day tiding up your shared apartment everything was cleaned down.

once you had finished you started making a gourmet meal for both of you. as tonight was going to be extra special.by the time you finished preparing dinner. elisa was meant to be here by now but she hadn't arrived yet with no avail.

You decided to wait for her as there was stil plenty of time going.

She couldn't have forgotten as that was what you guys talked about the most of the time you spent together and you were getting quite disappointed as it late and rain started pouring.

You decide to just eat and wacht a movie without elisa. cause it seems like she had other important stuff to do than to be with her girlfriend.

but what you didn't know was that she got caught up in the rain trying to pick out some flowers and gifts that she got for you as a little surprise.

Elisa finally got home around ten and to say you where pissed off would be an understatement. You felt like ripping out every single bone in her body.

"Elisabeth terland- you said before getting caught off.

"Before you say anything just know that I wanted to get you a few things before and didn't mean to get home late and on my way back home the storm just got worse". she told before handing you a bouquet of roses that was drenched along with a few shopping bags.

"Do you forgive me".

"Oh baby I can't be mad at you now".

"Now here's my surprise for you". You told her as you grabbed a box placing it in her hands.

"should I be scared". She asked you as she slowly opened the box.

"Depends".

"No way you got to be joking". Excitement filled her voice

"I'm not playing with you elisa". you told her

"Where going to be moms". she said as she pulled you into a hug ignoring how wet she already was.

"Yes we are I got the test results last week and decided it would be a good surprise".

"You're the best". She told you still not letting go of your body.

"I can't believe where going to be moms".

"We are so please let go of me cause your body really wet and cold baby". You told her

"Of course". She said leaving a kiss on your lips as she entered your shared bathroom.

guess some things do take time until you can find out.

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strawchocoberry · 2 days

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YOU CAN RIDE MY FACE UNTIL YOU’RE DRIPPIN’ CUM

CAMGIRL SERIES PART 2

୨୧ featuring: shidou ryusei x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, camera sex, fingering/masturbation, face riding, edging, orgasm denial, rough sex, manhandling, spanking, dirty talk, choking, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie

୨୧ synopsis: all he wants is to fuck his favourite camgirl live

ଘ wc: 1.8k

It’s late in the night and you’re currently live, chatting with your fans. You usually have a little conversation with them before making things spicier. The current hot topic everyone has been talking about is the Neo Egoist League. And of course, your chat is flooded with messages about it.

Among the flood of messages, you read this: Who’s your favourite player in NEL?

“Oh, my favourite player?” you say, leaning back on your bed. “I assume you mean from the Blue Lock ones. There are a lot of players I like.” You start counting with your fingers. “First is Chigiri. Aside from being a really good player, he’s really pretty. Then, Kunigami and Rin have caught my attention.”

Sitting behind his screen, Shidou can’t help but tap his fingers on the desk. There is a small vein popping in his neck, pulsing with hot blood burning with anger. How dare you mention other players and not him? Your mischievous smile, however, betrays that you did it on purpose, knowing that he was watching your live. “Well played, little minx, well played,” he murmurs to himself. “But we’ll see if you’ll be smiling like that when I catch you.”

You can see Shidou scowling behind his screen. He has been awfully quiet since your live began. You hoped that with this little teasing you’d get him to come out and play, but it seems that your best friend prefers to stay silent. And his silence is unnerving you. Because his silence is dangerous. Maybe you made him too mad.

In an attempt to calm the demon, you lean into the camera seductively, your breasts coming into view from inside your t-shirt. “But if I had to choose my absolute favourite player then that would be that zesty demon, Shidou Ryusei,” you whisper, as if you’re sharing a secret with your fans. Then, wink as you say, “But that’s our little secret.” Your and Shidou’s secret.

You change the topic, asking your fans about crazy stuff they’ve done in their lives, sexual and not. And of course, one of them asks you the same question. So, you start recounting the story of how one time you were at the mall with your friends and your boyfriend at the time who happened to be there as well fucked you in the bathroom, without your friends knowing.

What you didn’t say live is that the alleged ‘boyfriend’ was none other than Shidou. He watches you narrate the events of that day, describing in great detail how you were hesitant at first yet still got on your knees to suck his cock and then spread your legs like a good girl and let him fuck you. Shidou can’t help the smirk curling his lips as you’re thrusting your fingers inside your pussy, turned on at the memory of that day. And he knows that you’re wishing it was his cock pounding you and not your fingers.

A few weeks have passed since that live. You groggily drag yourself to your door, cursing at whoever dares ring your bell so early at 2 pm. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you yawn as you open the door. Your eyes widen when you see Shidou standing there with a wicked smirk. “Missed me, minxy?”

“Who the hell would miss you?” you retort, turning around and walking to your small kitchen, leaving the door open for him.

You start preparing breakfast, as Shidou makes himself at home at your apartment. He had mentioned something about some time off Blue Lock, but you didn’t know he would be visiting you. You catch up with him, letting him talk about his experience in NEL.

“You know, I’ve had a crazy idea for some time now,” he says, his arms wrapping around your waist, as you wash the dishes in the sink. “How would you feel if I fucked you on camera?”

You freeze for a moment, then finish up washing the dishes and dry your hands in a towel. You slowly turn around to look at him, thinking that perhaps you heard wrong or he is just pulling one of his beloved pranks on you. “What did you say?”

Shidou leans closer to your face, his lips almost touching yours. “Let me fuck you live in front of your fans.”

“Absolutely not,” you immediately refuse, pushing him aside.

“Why not?”

“Do I need to explain it? You’re a well-known football player. If you get caught having sex on a camgirl’s live, there will be a scandal, moron. And then you can kiss your football career goodbye.”

…Is what you said.

You can barely keep your moans low as you ride Shidou’s face. On camera. After his consistent insisting, he managed to persuade you. Of course, he realised the gravity of your reason for not allowing him to do that in the first place. That’s why he didn’t object when you made him wear a mask to cover half his face and dye all of his hair blond. He would pretty much do anything to get freaky with you on camera.

You grind yourself on his flat tongue, whimpering in pleasure. One hand slides down your body and ruffles his hair, before pulling at his locks. The other moves up, fondling your breast and pinching your nipple. Shidou spanks you, making your body flinch, the stinging pain coursing through your veins, making you even wetter for him.

His hands cup your arse, halting your movements, making you whine. “Fuck, you’re so hot, minxy,” he whispers, kissing your wet folds. He eats you out at his own pace, kissing, sucking, even biting your sensitive pussy lips, enjoying your little whimpers. Nobody has a clear view of his face, but the chat is on fire, not complaining at all that someone is fucking you shamelessly in their faces. Why would they complain though when they get to see and hear you writhe in ecstasy like never before?

Just before you finish, Shidou stops, smirking as he pulls his mask back on, hearing you whimper and pull his hair in complaint. He spanks your arse harshly twice, before he sets you on his lap. Your dripping cunt stains his trousers, his hardened cock begging to be released. He fixes you with a look, raising his eyebrow and you can see his cocky smirk through his mask. Without him needing to say anything, you take his trousers and underwear off, wrapping your hand around his girthy shaft.

You run your thumb over that pretty little vein on his tip, smirking as he groans low. You position yourself over his cock, then slowly go down on him. Your eyes close and your head falls back, a low moan escaping from your lips at how good it feels to have your pussy stuffed with him. As you start bouncing on him, Shidou fondles your arse cheeks, his nails digging into your flesh and leaving crescent moon marks behind.

You ride his cock until you’re about to reach your peak once more. But he doesn’t allow it. Shidou holds you down with him deeply buried inside you, his hot seed filling you up. You try to move, but his arms are tightly wrapped around your body. “Did you think I’d so easily let you cum?” he whispers menacingly, so he’s not heard. Oh no, he has other plans for you. Since you provoked him in that live by mentioning other players — especially two of his main rivals — as your favourite players, he’s not going to go easy on you.

Pulling out of you, he positions you on your hands and knees, then violently thrusts back inside. His thrusts are nothing like your previous movements. His are much more vicious, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud, along with the delightful squelching sounds of your cunt. Shidou leans over you as his hips pound into you, resting his head on your shoulder, wanting to hear your screams louder. He pinches your nipple, torturing it and making you cry out. “Tell them how good you feel, minxy,” he whispers.

“F-Feels so good…” you cry, gripping tightly the bedsheets. “Your cock feels so good…”

Shidou groans approvingly, as he straightens his posture. He grabs your wrists, pulling your arms back, holding you mid-air, as his hips piston on you, his cock ravaging your pussy. You’re moaning and whimpering and crying from the pleasure laced with pain. You’re clenching so hard around him, he thinks he’ll cum on the spot once more.

He pushes your body on the mattress, holding your arms behind your back with one hand, while wrapping the other around your neck from behind. His cock thrusts forceful deep strokes inside you, kissing your g spot and making you cream around him. Despite his mask covering half of his face, there’s no hiding the lust shining in his eyes, madly wanting to claim you in front of all your fans who’ve fantasised of fucking you more times than they can count. It’s his way of telling them “Fuck you all, you’ll never make her scream like I can.” Petty much? Maybe, but it’s the truth.

“Wanna cum…” you mumble, before turning to glance at him over your shoulder. “Please,” you whimper.

Shidou releases your arms, grabbing your arse instead, slamming you on his cock. He didn’t want to let you off the hook so early, but fuck him, your glossy eyes with your tears streaming down your cheeks make him weak. Not to mention he wants to show everyone how beautiful you are, cumming all over his cock. He grabs your face from behind, lifting your head up for the camera. “Ah fuck,” you scream, as you reach your orgasm, your sweet juices mixing with his and coating his cock.

A few thrusts later, Shidou buries himself inside you and cums again. For the next few seconds, you both breathe hard, sweat glistens all over your bodies. Shidou leans to the camera and waves wickedly goodbye at your fans, before ending your live and typing a small thank you message to them. When he finally pulls out of you, he cannot help but smile pleased seeing your juices dripping down your abused hole. You groan, as you roll to your back, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” Shidou says, taking his mask off. He leans over you, trapping you underneath him on the mattress. He kisses your neck, nibbling at your skin and smirking when you whimper. His hard cock rubs over your lower half, begging to feel you clamp around it again.

“You’re a demon,” you breathe out.

“And you’ve sold your soul to me,” Shidou retorts, thrusting back inside your warm, dripping pussy.

#୨୧｡˚₊♡꒰ strawchocoberry ꒱♡₊˚｡୨୧ #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #shidou ryusei #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryusei smut

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folklorepoetsdepartment · 2 years

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love how my parents never tell me a god damn thing <3 yet complain that i do the same <3

#it's not even me being petty it's like. they truly never tell me a god damn thing and yet all the time i lived with them #they would get mad at me for not sharing stuff #and it's truly like #where do you think i got the habit #i've been living on my own for almost ten years now #and the more time passes the more i realize just how often they do this #and it's annoying because like. the nerve #the audacity #right now there's family issues that i'm completely in the dark about #cause they're the one's supposed to tell me and they fucking don't #last year it was dad's health problems #and my mother is. well. she's who she is #and it honestly feels so unfair?#like how dare you make me feel like there was something wrong with me all those years #just because i acted (thanks to you!) the only way i knew how

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queerstudiesnatural · 1 year

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Hi besties <3

So. to put it plainly, I am Struggling. Mentally, and financially, because I just quit my job for mental health reasons. I’m still gonna be working full time for a couple months because I didn't want to abandon my students, but then I’ll only keep a part time job that’s gonna allow me to pay rent, but not much else.

I kinda need your help, but instead of making a donation post, I made a Patreon.

If you become a patron, first of all I’ll love you forever. You’ll also get to commission things like edits, amvs, art, and even handmade things and objects. Also you can always unsubscribe after a month, I won’t get mad <3

But if one-time tips are more your vibe I also have a Ko-fi.

And finally here’s a link to my Etsy shop 🌸

I hope you’ll consider checking these out. I love you best friends. Mwah <3

#hi....so. yeah. if you could share this around that would be neat.#i don't wanna ask for money in exchange for nothing but i'll greatly appreciate it if you wanted to tip me #i guess if you like the things i make on here?#or if you wanted to become a patron and commission stuff #i wanna insist on the fact that i'm a craft artist and have an etsy shop that you can check out #and the highest tier on my patreon gets a freebie corchet creation (or anything else that's in my area of expertise lol)#even if you unsubscribe after a month! again i won't get mad! pinkie promise <3 #rain posts #patreon #ko-fi #etsy

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platykool · 2 years

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yeah dude, are you listening to him telling the same story over and over again ?

I was supposed to draw the rest of the background but I realised that I’m too lazy to do it, so I’m posting it like that

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #golden wind #my art #yeah fugo's bitting his nail out of stress #I don't know how I feel about that one #but I tried to use shadows and stuff #narancia would tell the same story several times and fugo would let him #and narancia knows that fugo don't always listen but he doesn't really get mad for it #like both accept each other's quirks and they support each other #but in a siblings way ? am i being clear #probably not #well to me they share some kind of brotherly bond

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lesbianfakir · 2 months

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Sorry for being so rambly today (and last night) I have thoughts so onto the blog they go

I feel like part of the joy of art is in community, like you create something and you get to talk about it and share it with the world. This year I lost touch with the friends who I would always talk about art with and I think that loss is heavily impacting my ability to create (and the enjoyment I get from it.) I miss having a new idea and getting to ramble about it excitedly. I miss texting people the sketches and the mock ups and the color palettes.

I got into art for me. I wouldn’t show anything I made to anyone for years. So I’m no stranger for creating for the target audience of myself. Still, I miss that sense of community. I love this blog and I absolutely adore the lovely comments you all leave on my art but sometimes it feels so one-sided on here. I post a piece, I receive a lovely tag back and that’s it. End of story. I spend hours and hours working on something and it kind of disappears into the void in a day or so.

Trying to put it into words, but I think I wish I could create art that starts a conversation. That inspires people to create their own things in response, or even just talk with me about process. I think the perfectionism has gotten out of hand lately because I feel like I’m missing something—which I attribute to the quality of the piece—but really what I’m missing is buddies to chat about art with. There is no level of being “good enough” that will serve as a substitute for a real community.

#ahaha if you can’t tell I am a very introspective person #and a lonely one the transition to college has been rough and all my friends are back home #anyways I was thinking about drawing more stuff for my ocs today #and then I remembered the friend I loved to talk about them with hasn’t replied to me in a month #which is understandable. she’s busy. she made new friends. she’s not struggling like I am so it makes sense that she’s just kind of moved on #but I miss her #I had no chance of making it to her in group because all her friends she met through dance and I can’t dance for shit #I don’t even think she meant to ghost me but who knows #it sucks that I won’t get a real goodbye #anyways all of that to say I was going to draw my ocs and then I got so sad because who would I even share them with #there are a few art groups on campus but I have anxiety and mild agoraphobia and when I try to go I just feel awkward and shy #anyways if anyone ever wants to chat about art #it’s only one of my fav things in the whole world #lea talks #WHY CANT I BE A PROPER TORTURED ARTIST #WHY CANT I TURN MY ISOLATION INTO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL #WHY DO I NEED SOMEONE ELSE TO BE PRESENT IN THE PROCRESS #is it not enough to descend into a quiet madness on my own and create from that??

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