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[spadeskitty]

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mira's fic recs

sundered series - gojo x fem!reader author: @tojikai

please, love me - simon riley x fem!reader author: @rowarn

me and your mama - dilf!reiner x fem!reader author: @kentos-filmcamera

heartstrings 'n bullets - assassin!toji x fem!reader author: @sttoru

still in love - ex-husband!toji x fem!reader author: @classyrbf2

living room flow - bonus - toji x fem!reader author: @satorena

matrimony - toji x fem!reader author: @lemonlover1110

unexpected story - mma!toji x fem!reader author: @spideyyeet (mother of mma!toji, go read it all its so yummy)

more to come...

stay sweet! ♡ 🐝

[lovlidollie]

⭑ 2. PUSHING DAISIES ; rafe cameron

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━━ CW ; drug consumption , barry enabling , angst .

there’s some things you just can’t medicate / it’s never enough / i don’t think you understand / all the things that you could have had ━━ pushing daises , flower face

the first time you found him at barry’s, you thought it was just a fluke. a choice born from an amalgamation of ward’s disapproval and constant dismissal of rafe, and the sheer stress of dealing with whatever the hell his sister was getting up to. you hadn’t seen that part of him before, the hungry, ravenous creature lurking beneath his skin. he was good at hiding his problems when it came to you. you’d dragged him out, hands trembling against his blank face as you’d told him that he was okay, that you’d help. you’d begged, made him promise that he wouldn’t do it again.

as you find yourself outside that godforsaken trailer weeks later, bitter december air biting at your cheeks, you’re reminded of the fact that rafe cameron is a liar and that you should have known better. the silhouette behind the fogged up window shows a body bent over lines that are more familiar to him than your face has been in days.

you hated being in there. hated the stench of the trailer, the humid warmth that never went away, and you hated the way barry’s lecherous gaze clung to you like smoke. he never bothered to hide it either, lazily manspreading into his rickety chair with a smug smirk. “rafe.” your voice cuts through the muffled bass of whatever trash is playing through barry’s ancient speakers. it’s sharp, shaking with anger and fear.

he’s on the couch, black shirt half unbuttoned with a sheen of sweat over his skin, rolled up bill pinched between his fingers. he doesn’t even react to your presence. rafe’s hands tremble as he goes to wipe his nose, trying to compose himself as if you hadn’t seen it all before. as if the white dust smudged across the coffee table wasn’t proof enough.

you don’t even wait for him to speak, to garble out half-assed excuses. “i can’t do this anymore,” your voice cracks on the last word, tears threatening to spill from your waterline.

“do what?” his words are slurred, but the confusion in his eyes is real. rafe tilts his head, greasy bangs falling across his face, like a child hearing something they can’t quite comprehend. “this. us,” you press your lips together, fists shaking at your sides. “you could have so much more than this. so much more. you’re throwing away everything, your friends, your family — me. you don’t belong here, ray.”

your gaze flickers to barry, who chuckles low in his throat. “wastin’ y’breath, sweetheart,” he drawls, tone full of condescension. “y’boy’s right where he wants t’be.”

“shut the fuck up, barry!” you snap harshly, unable to stop the venomous outburst. rafe’s head lolls back against the couch, eyes fluttering and eyebrows furrowing. “rafe, please. just — jus’ come back. we can get you help, proper help, ‘n it can all go back to normal,” you plead with him, taking another step towards him. you try not to think about how many chances you’ve already given him, how you’ve forgiven him over and over again.

his lids peel open, and for a moment he just stares at you, once bright blue eyes now dim and glassy and dead. you start to wonder if he even heard you, but then he shifts. his hand twitches on his lap, as if he wants to reach for you but just doesn’t have the strength. your heart flutters with hope, but rafe shakes his head, a bitter smile twisting at his lips.

“go home, baby,” he whispers with finality. “y’can’t save me.”

just like that, the fight drains out of you and the hope drips from the cavity in your chest. a tear falls down the slope of your cheek when you realise that this was the fate rafe was enslaving himself to. you turn on your heel and walk out, vision blurry and a buzz in your ears. the door slams shut behind you as barry’s terrible laugh echoes and haunts you into the night.

[pinkmirth]

nfl reiner braun tears his alc and requests the best surgeon to work on it. he gets, youuuu, sweet smelling pink doctor coat wearing you and he can’t even take you serious when you’re going over his chart or requesting to feel the muscle with those pink gloves on. you even look younger than him and he’s telling you: “darlin’, listen… im a big deal around here and i need someone to help fix me not give me a boner.” or something like that and you almost don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re the best that there’s ever been at this hospital.

RECOVERY, reiner braun !

୨୧ — pairing: footballer!reiner braun x fem!reader

୨୧ — synopsis: this doctor’s got a hardheaded patient! it’ll take some effort to convince him of your effectiveness . . .

୨୧ — contains: ( 1.4k words of . . . ) modern au, slight nsfw (more like suggestive!), footballer!reiner, surgeon!reader, fem!reader (black coded), reiner has an ACL tear, reiner’s touch-deprived/sexually frustrated, rei’s kindaaa conceited (just a little bit!), palming, minors shoo!

୨୧ — mira’s note: ramona, my love! i adore all your reiner concepts, they’re always sooo perfect 🎀 thank youuu for sharing your rei-rei thoughts with me :) now here’s a lil drabble for my gorgeous man! (not really proofread thoroughly, i apologize for any typos or mistakes!)

isopropyl.

it’s all that reiner can smell. he’s a healthy man, he hardly belongs here— in this chilled surgeon office with the most pale, unflattering lighting. the parchment-like exam table paper rustles beneath him with every stretch and maneuver he makes, and his weight is enough to pry a creak out of the treatment table every now and again.

a recurring clack of footsteps and the whine of the door lets reiner know that you, the ‘sexy doctor lady from earlier’ has returned from reading his screenings. he wasn’t able to catch your name amidst the splitting pain from his acl tear, so that’ll make do in the meantime.

you set down your clipboard and turn to face him. your dear patient appears a bit mussed from the big game that took place earlier— his golden hair’s all fluffy and wild, that red football uniform of his is streaked with the green of the field, and his left cheekbone got a little scratch somehow. you’ll make sure to dab that with rubbing alcohol later.

“your vitals are well above average.” you commend. his reply’s a mere grunt. he can’t bring himself to take you seriously. just fucking look at you; pink latex gloves pulled over manicured hands, welcoming eyes all doe and shiny, with a sweet glossed smile that he won’t forget for days to come. he hates having to meet such a beauty under these grim circumstances– after all, you’re the kind of woman he’d take out on a date.

“lucky for you, mister braun, your injury isn’t a complete tear . . . so your recovery time shouldn’t be too long. it’ll last about six months, give or take.”

he isn’t listening.

reiner isn’t even sure of when he began to space out; your lips are just so plush, so alluring. his surname sounds sweeter than it should when falling from your mouth. before long, you clear your throat. it’s enough to snap him out of it. “i’d appreciate your undivided attention, sir. we’re currently going over your healing plan— ”

“lemme ask you, sugar,” he interjects with a low rasp. reiner braun’s well known around these parts, and you can only assume that being such a big deal has gotten to his head. what he says next throws you off, “when’s the real doctor comin’ in, hm?” it’s hard to remain professional, but you do. no furrowed brows, no scrunched up face— nothing but a tight, forced smile.

you suck in a breath through your nose, maintaining composure. “what makes you think it isn’t me, mister braun?” he can hear the tinge of vexation in your voice. clearly, this footballer has struck a chord or two.

“you’ve got pink gloves on, barbie.” he snarks out a laugh, just a bit mean. he’s much too handsome for such a condescending tone.

you bring a gloved hand flat to his chest, pushing reiner back into the examination table. his breath catches in his throat when you knead your fingers into his thigh, right where the tear resides beneath firm muscle. you’re assertive, and goddamn, does he love it.

“i’m your doctor.” you assure, voice firm. he groans out at the calculated pressure; it feels good. makes the throb of pain fade, just a bit.

“you’ll have to put some faith in me, hm?” your tone is warm, words soft and patient in a way he doesn’t deserve. reiner can’t lie, it was crass of him to have undermined you that way.

“my apologies, doc.” he addresses you in the rightest way he can. it’s his tiny little way of making amends.

“so, how long— fuck, how long did ‘ya study for?” reiner tries for small talk, voice low and shaken. you’d like to believe that whatever left his lips just now wasn’t a moan. no, it was more like . . . a groan of pain, perhaps?

“about six years. graduated early,” no wonder you look just about his age, if not younger. all his previous doctors were just as old as his parents.

“smart and pretty, huh?” he graces you with a feeble grin, a white gleam of teeth surrounded by neatly trimmed stubble. it’s safe to say that he’s your hottest patient up to date.

you continue on with prodding into the thick meat of his left thigh, and those throaty whines of his make you feel a way you simply shouldn’t.

it’s been a while since reiner’s been touched this way. he knows it’s just a regular inspection for his stupid injury, but he can’t recall the last time a woman’s splayed their hands on his body. he’s always busy with football this, training that. there’s never any time remaining for hook-ups, talkless of a relationship. that being said, it isn’t long before he begins to grow excited.

“m— mister braun,” you call out, voice airy, “you seem a little, um . . . worked up.”

“huh?” his eyes flit up to meet yours. you lock onto his honey-brown pools of desperation.

nothing else is uttered. you wordlessly direct your gaze towards his crotch, and give him a knowing look. reiner finally catches on— he fucking knew he felt his bottoms getting tight. hesitantly, the blonde lifts his head to peer down at his pants. surely enough, a boner’s prodding at the centering cloth of his football shorts.

“goddamn,” he drops his head back onto the examination table, bashfully throwing his forearm over his eyes. humiliation eats at the proud man, reducing him to a jumble of hormones.

you can hardly bring yourself to contain your chuckle, which makes his reddened cheeks burn further. it seems that his bodily reaction to your skilled hands has given him a sense of humility at best, and embarrassment at worst.

“i’ve never been appointed to a lady before . . .” is his hushed excuse. he’s still got his eyes shielded with his arm— he can’t even fucking bear to look at you. it’ll only spur him on further.

‘i turn you on?’ is what you’re just longing to question him. you know that you do— he’s been looking at your lips with bated breath since he got here. not to mention the peeks he’d taken at your ass whenever you turned around to read his chart or grab a cotton ball.

it’s quite bold of you— more like dangerous— to bring your ministrations upwards, closer to the ache under his pants. you’d tell yourself to stay on task, but professionalism has long been thrown out the window.

your gloved hands trail mischievously, placed directly atop reiner’s hard-on. warmth radiates from your palm, and you squeeze. his eyes blink shut, hips gently bucking upwards. his tear burns from beneath his skin, but he doesn’t fucking care. he bets he could cum from your hands alone.

reiner eventually manages to pull his arm away from blocking his viewpoint, chest heaving with every passing second. if you were to use your stethoscope on him, his heartbeat would be nothing short of erratic.

“trust me, mister braun,” is your reassuring whisper, “you’re in good hands.”

[shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupsh]

[15]

Need Help?(Having A Hard Time)

[wish-i-were-heather]

i feel like i would respond quicker to eunoia than my real name now

[world-enchanted]

i love them <3

[mooniiecake]

 ⎯here comes the line: “the culprit is…”

♡ mirae ( zomgan : webtoon ) graphics ⎯ f2u with credit! all art is from the webtoon!

for : anon! read through the first little bit of the webtoon and it’s super cool ^_^ might read more later..

[mera-k1]

Hi! I was going through your masterlist and wondered if you could redo your Paralive & amount of kids post but with Hypnosis Mic ? Thank you!

hi, nonnie!! ofc, i can! hope you enjoyed this little thing i whipped up~ (-saburo)

ichiro -> as a family man, i can definitely see him wanting kids. it's up to you how many but he definitely wants at least 2 if you're also okay with it!

jiro -> he hasn't really thought about it honestly. if you were to ask he'd shrug and say he's not sure yet. too early for him to decide!

samatoki -> it's up to you. he understands if you don't want kids and doesn't pressure you but he's also up for it if you want a kid. 1 is good for him unless you want another!

jyuto -> just 1 is fine with him. he'd like to have a kid at some point but will wait for you to be ready for that responsibility as well.

rio -> girl dad or boy day rio... hard choice... i can see him being both but he's okay to settle for just 1 kid if that's what you prefer! 2 at the most!

ramuda -> how would that work with his million clones...? in any case, i do think he'd enjoy having 1 kid, a daughter is what he'd hope for!

gentaro -> he's on the fence. if you ask him, he'll oblige but he doesn't want one just yet. he'd rather wait a while longer before settling down with a kid.

dice -> at the moment, no. his life's a little too crazy for him to want to bring a kid into the mix at the moment. plus, he hasn't really given it much thought...

jakurai -> he's willing to bring a child into the world even while it still pains him that his adoptive son is still unable to wake up... but he would enjoy having a child with you!

hifumi -> on the fence. on one hand, he'd love to have a mini you or mini him running around the house! on the other hand, he does feel like he's not ready to settle down for that just yet.

doppo -> he's got too much on his plate already... it might stress him out even more to have a child and while he does like the idea of having one, he's just not ready for that stress on top of his job stress...

sasara -> 1 or 2! he doesn't mind having a kid or two and they'll be hearing his jokes since the day they come home...

rosho -> 1 is fine with him! he doesn't mind being a girl dad if you have a daughter and he doesn't mind being a boy dad if you have a son!

rei -> he's already got 3 so... hmm... you could maybe convince him for 1 more... i'm heavily debating this within my own mind though

kuko -> he's not really allowed to do that stuff... but he still does. boy dad kuko or girl dad kuko... he could be both. i think he'd be happy with 1-2 kids no matter their genders!

jyushi -> girl dad jyushi!! he'd be happy just to have 1 kid, especially if it was a little girl

hitoya -> he'll ponder it for a while before agreeing to have 1 or 2. he already has jyushi and kuko after all...

[chasani]

All of Them :)

Mira and Marley you two are my downfall

[lovlidollie]

⭑ 3. HONEY AND MILK ; barry

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━━ CW ; kidnapping , threats of getting pimped out .

cigarette burns on my collar, i don’t think i like this life that we’re living / surviving on honey and milk, you don’t give me much more to make sure that i’m breathing ━━ honey and milk , flower face

the little basement was dark, save for the spluttering glow of the lone lightbulb having above you. you sit curled up on the tattered mattress, knees drawn up to your chest and thin blanket wrapped tightly around your frail shoulders, aimlessly fiddling with the loose threads. the silence was heavy — oppressive — broken only by the distant hum of the fridge upstairs and the faint drip of a leaky pipe.

you hear his boots first, the harsh thud-thud-thud down the rickety stairs instantly drawing your attention. when the door creaks open, your head snaps up instantly, eyes squinting in the sudden light spilling into the cramped space.

“still kickin’, bunny?” barry’s voice drawls, lazy and low as he reaches the bottom, cigarette perched between his lips.

you nod quickly, clutching the blanket like a lifeline. “‘m okay,” you whisper uncertainly, like you’re afraid of saying something wrong. “yeah?” he takes a long drag, the ember flaring as his dark eyes scan the room. “been eatin’? drinkin’? don’t need y’droppin’ dead on me.”

you hesitate before nodding slowly, voice softer this time. “um, had some of the crackers.. and a bit of water.” barry exhales a puff of smoke right into your face, smirking when you start to cough. “good, good. don’t wan’ y’wastin’ away, what kind of man’d i be then, huh?” you don’t answer, heart thumping painfully in your chest at his proximity.

“y’lookin’ after my place, right? he asks lightly, but you hear the underlying warning. “yes,” you blurt out immediately, “cleaned up — jus’ like you said. didn’t touch anything i wasn’t supposed to, i promise.”

barry crouches down in front of you, stained hand coming up to caress your soft cheek. his touch is rough and unwelcome and the stench of him invades all your senses — sweat and motor oil and cheap beer. it makes your stomach clench and turn on itself, makes your nose twitch and eyes water. “y’know bunny, you really oughta be grateful. not everyone’d take such good care of you. world’s a mean place for such a lil’ thing like you, it’d eat ya alive don’t y’think?”

you press your wobbly lips together, blinking away salty tears. his grip on your face tightens painfully, dirty fingernails digging into your skin. “answer me,” he says sharply, cigarette dangling dangerously close to your face. “ain’t i done right by you?”

“y-yeah,” you tremble like a leaf as you force out the words, trying not to gag at his breath. barry nods slowly, smirk curling into something darker. “you’d be a real hit with the sorta folks i deal with. but no—” he lets out a humourless laugh, shaking his head and standing up. “gotta keep y’all to m’self.”

“could be sharin’ you around, makin’ somethin’ real sweet outta all that innocence y’got.” his words send cold terror through your body, a reaction so visceral you feel bile rising up your scratchy throat and goosebumps flooding your skin. you hear the threat loud and clear. “nah,” barry continues, carelessly flicking ash over your head. “too fuckin’ pretty f’that. too soft. wouldn’t last a minute out there without me, ‘n i guess i like havin’ somethin’ pretty t’come home to.”

the tears finally slip down your face, the warmth a stark contrast to the frigid air. you shove a hand over your mouth, trying to stop the sobs from escaping; you knew better than to be a nuisance. barry laughs bitterly as he turns around, shuffling over the steps once again. “listen, uhh. you keep y’mouth shut, yeah? gonna get us in trouble if you keep up all that cryin’ shit. don’t wan’ anyone sniffin’ around here. ‘n don’t you give me a reason to come back down here tonight. won’t end well, bun. won’t end well at all.”

[pinkmirth]

suguru details!

[tteokdoroki]

POP STAR!SATORU ?!?!? aalibokki i’m kissing your wrinkly brain 🧠 💋

LIKE !!! pop star!satoru who never had any of the talent before he met reader, he was a nobody before you. you basically invented him, wrote his music, helped him sing songs and pretend to the world.

in return pop star!gojo gave you nothing and you left!! now he’s alone in a world of glitz and glamour that doesn’t quite feel the same without you there, he spirals down the path of whatever drugs or drink he can get next. looking for his next fix in money or sex.

POP STAR SATORU!!

[m-inas]

mira ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ event

hello angels 🫶🏼 i’ve seen many people coming up with events so i really wanted to get into it while i’ve had the chance! i know this has been an event since i did sunset special but i’ve wanted to do something a bit different this time 💗 since we’re nearly at 300 i would like to say thank you for being generous and i have gathered more moots!!

how does mira work?

you’ll need to dm me your zodiac sign and i’ll give any random idol (the idol won’t have the same zodiac sign as you) and you’ll have to make a moodboard based off of that idol! if you decide to mention me that’s completely optional and make sure to use the hashtags “maya’s event” and “mira ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ the event”

what’s the deadline & more?

the deadline will be august 6th! there will be 5 places which will include runners up! the winners get the same prizes via my past event. (if that makes sense)

make sure to tag at least 3 or more friends to join and reblog 🫧

have a good day and if there’s any changes i’ll notify you guys!! 💗

[itadoreyu]

is mr yuujay sloppy when he eats you out? does he moan over how good you taste? does he hump the bed when he hears your cries?

MIRA I’M BLUSHINGFJFNDJFND 🙈

yes to all of the above! yuuji’s an excited eater who doesn’t care about the mess he makes or the loud slurping sounds that fills our room, he’s even more turned on when he hears me whimpering and pushing his face further into my heat. for him it’s embarrassing how quickly he cums just from eating me out and mindlessly humping the bed, for me it’s amusing because he has no self control when his face is buried between my thighs

[miindfuck]

open to anyone ! @hiddenstarters

"Hello!" Mira stopped what she was doing and offered a big smile to the person who had stumbled upon the croquet match she was playing against herself. Ever since she had found herself in Washington, she had been doing what she could to keep herself amused. But, croquet was more about the company than it was about the game. "Would you like to play a few rounds? It isn't as much fun on my own."

[mera-k1]

hi, mera!! do you think kanata turns on easily? and what does, exactly, turn him on? 🤔

hmm, i think it really depends for him. on one hand, i can see him easy to rile up but on the other i think he knows there's a time and place for stuff like that...

like if you tried to turn kanata on in public, he'd probably glare at you and tell you to stop 😭if you tried when it was just the two of you in the comfort of your own home, he's definitely more open to it and easier to turn on because of it.

things that would turn him on though is hair pulling. he's got such pretty hair too!! but he really can't stop himself when you tug on his hair in a kiss...

i don't think he's difficult to turn on but you definitely would have to find what makes his mind go wild... which is sort of hard with a closed off guy like him.