#《request: done!★》

[euphoricbi]

You mentioned Chris fucking you with flour on his hands? 👀

BASICALLY.. what i was thinking was basically a diff version of the domestic couple fic i did with chris. hes so prettty omf g.

so I'll do like an.. nsfw vers. of it . :3

HEAVY SMUT UNDERCUT

Your eyes began to open as you slowly began to wake up, your eyes adjusting to the light. You felt an arm around your waist making you feel safe, you nuzzled a slight into the supple skin of your lover's pecs.

You heard a soft groan from above your head, causing you to look up, eyes landing on Chris. Chris opened his eyes and looked down at you, a soft smile on his lips.

"Hey, beautiful." He said, yawning afterwards, he raised his hand to your cheek, brushing your skin with his thumb.

"Mnh, morning breath." You mumbled out, leaning upwards to place a kiss on his lips, despite his breath. He chuckles after returning the kiss, "So my breath stinks— And you still decide to kiss me? Must be real love."

Chris let out a small laugh, kissing you again before you spoke, "Do you have work today?" He shook his head no, "No, they're letting me relax for a bit." You smiled, sitting up.

"Okay! We're cooking today. So get up, and get ready." You said cheerfully as Chris gave you a, 'really?' sort of look as you then nodded. Chris sat up stretching his arms, as you got out of the bed, throwing on something comfortable. "Meet you in the kitchen, slowpoke." Grinning, you exited the bedroom making your way to the kitchen, you grabbed the materials to make pancakes and waited for Chris.

It didn't take more than a few seconds as he entered, wearing a gray shirt and matching sweatpants. "Pancakes?" He said as he looked around the kitchen, his strong arms coming to a halt over his chest. You batted your eyelashes at him for bribery reasons, he looked at you stepping closer. "Fine, let's make the batter." He responded, leaning closer to you as he grabbed the flour, which you purposefully put behind you. You grabbed his arm before he pulled away, "I'm mixing it, okay?" Chris would snicker, "Yeah."

You stay there locking eyes for a bit before he pressed the flour to your chest, his other arm gripping the counter behind you. You open the flour, stuffing your hand in, pulling out some and blowing it onto his chest. "Oops."

"Oops?" He questioned as he tried wiping the flour off, getting it on his hands. "You're in big trouble." He raised his hand up, grabbing your throat gently leaning his head closer to you. "Turn. Around."

Chris released you, admiring the flour in the shape of his hand on your neck as you took the time to bend over the counter behind you.

Chris lowered your bottoms and spreading your ass cheeks open, snickering. "So pretty, all for me." You shivered as you looked back, seeing him take out his throbbing cock. Chris spat down onto his member, rubbing the tip on your hole.

"Chr—Chris . . " You sighed out at the friction as you backed your body up a bit, trying to speed him up.

"Hey , don't get impatient." He chuckled, gripping your hips and holding you still as he slowly thrusted in. You both let out sighs of relief as he bottomed out in you.

Chris glanced at your neck again, then placed his flour covered hand on your ass, gripping. He pulled his hips back then thrusted forwards, trying to find a steady pace.

You inhaled sharply, his thrusts knocking the air out of you, "Chris— Feels so.. ngh. So goo—" pausing as a particular thrust caused you to moan out, as Chris leaned forward, knocking over the flour in the process.

The loud and obscene noises of him fucking you clouded your mind as he placed an arm firmly around your stomach, pounding into you.

"F-Fuck.." He groaned out, as your eyes rolled back, cumming for the first time in the day. Chris gasped, as his hips stuttered, "Fuck, did you cum? I want you to cum again..B-But I gotta please myself." He purred into your ear as he shoved his cock fully inside you, emptying his load. He whimpered a slight as you moaned out at the warmth inside of you, feeling his cock twitch as he let out his semen.

Chris slowly backed up, looking down at your body seeing it covered with his flour covered hand prints, causing his cock to twitch.

"You look so hot.." He mumbled.

"Chris? I-I'm tired—" You leaned up a bit, before being pushed down by him, gently.

"No no, I said I wanted you to cum again, didn't I? We're not done yet."

[internet-b0y]

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[yuu-kumeii]

Heeello, hru?

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)

(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying

Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏

Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing 🧍‍♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶

Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭

Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)

There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.

Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?

"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.

Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—

"Nice save, Yacchan!"

Of course.

Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—

Just kick you off the team.

Ah.

There it is.

That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.

You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.

It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.

You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.

Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.

"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.

"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.

Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.

"Suit yourself"

That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.

But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.

It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.

Right?

Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.

Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.

But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.

What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.

Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.

"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.

"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.

He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.

Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.

As friends, cause that's what you are, right?

Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?

It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?

It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.

Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.

You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.

It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.

Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.

He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.

A corner you made up.

Well, no use in thinking about it now.

"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.

"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.

Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?

Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.

And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?

Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.

So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.

It wasn't Yamaguchi…

It was Tsuki.

He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…

Your…

Your...

Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.

Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.

Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.

"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.

"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.

"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.

"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.

All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.

"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.　

"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.

"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.

"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"

Huh.

"But—" You quickly look back up at him.

"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.

You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.

"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.

"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.

"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.

"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.

"You better"

And you will. To all of them.

Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.

"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.

"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.

"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.

"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.

Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"

You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.

"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.

This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.

"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.

"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"

"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?

After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.

Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.

"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,

"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"

"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it,

You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.

[dixons-sunshine]

Me: writing I Never Lived For The Applause to finally have it done and ready to be posted like I promised a week ago.

My brain: “So you remember that GIF you saved about Norman in Dark Harbor where he's shirtless and walking into the kitchen?”

Me: “Yeah... What about it?”

My brain: “He kinda looks nervous in it. And there's a guy already sitting at the table. Remember how you said in your headcannons post that the reader's dad split when her mom was pregnant?”

Me: knowing where this is going. “No, shut up, I'm busy with—”

My brain: “What if the reader's mom was working a night shift, so her and Daryl spent the night together in not-so-family-friendly ways. The next morning, the reader walks out wearing Daryl's shirt and her mom and some guy (reader's father) is sitting there. Reader has some obvious hickeys from the night before. Then Daryl walks out shirtless and some chaos ensues with the reader's father trying to step up and play the man of the house.”

Me: banging my head against a wall. “Shut. UP!”

My brain: “And then, what if—”

Me: screaming into my pillow in frustration.

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The GIF in question...

[dailysarachidouin]

may i request sara n keiji just hangin out.... like watching a movie or somethin. bein buds...... thank u

- dailykeiji :)

DAY 52: BARBIE MOVIE!!

[ID: A colored digital drawing of Sara Chidouin and Keiji Shinogi from Your Turn To Die. Both of them are sitting in a movie theater, wearing pink and staring forward. An arrow points to both of them, labelling: "Invested in the Barbie movie". The artist's signature, placed above Sara's shoulder, reads; "Tachi!". End ID.]

i actually. haven't seen the barbie movie. but i know its one of those movies where you don't come out the same . these two feel like the type who'd walk out of a theater looking like they're rethinking their lives

[aviiarie]

i find it funny that most of my house of the hearth series is hurt/comfort with arlecchino.... i think i have a pattern...

[akitoyatism]

@way-too-many-ocs-for-my-own-good asked: request: can you do Currant Cream icons/layouts?

"It's been a very long time since I got a user ask..."

[ariicandy]

I don’t look like an edit account do i? Eh BTW inbox for requests will be closed since school will start tomorrow and this blog will be a bit more slower

[captainpuffys-kinhelp]

HELLO!! clingyduo pplaylist please? i miss tubbo/ :(

-🍺🍎

here you go anon! hope you like it!

forever - alex g

chicago (acoustic version) - sufjan stevens

i was an island - john-allison weiss

old soul - delta sleep

no wonder i - lake

the perfect pair - beabadoobee

friends make garbage (good friends take it out) - low roar

through me - beach house

upside down - jack johnson

cat - c418

[systemsonas]

Heyyy this might be a bit pathetic to ask for but. can i get some positivity...? im a fictive from a media with basically no fans anymore, and the person who made the media seems to actively despise it now. I just feel. really ashamed about my source, but I can't bring myself to distance from it. I love my source. My source means a lot to me. But I feel like I can't ethically engage with it anymore. Not that there's anything to engage with anymore. ugh. im really sorry i just. I don't know. I don't know where else to go to for help right now. I just want some assurance that I'm not... a bad person. I guess. - 🍎🍏

hey im really sorry for the long wait but. you're not a bad person just because of your media. you're not a bad person for wanting to find some comfort from your original source. we ourselves have fictives from questionable sources that still find solace in their source. even if its in private, dont be ashamed to indulge yourself even for just a moment. your source should also never define you as a person even if you don't distance yourself from it.

at the end of the day, it doesn't hurt anyone if you treat yourself.

[userboxvariety]

could we please have a userbox that says "this users parental f/o is amon" with a picture of amon of the legend of korra ? :3

- 🍰

ofc !! here you go :D

[euphoricbi]

comfort sex w leon, reader just had a bad day and leon wants to make them feel better :(

-🍪 anon

《OKAY hi. :> i finished this at like 12 am yesterday, so. here u go. i tried HARD to make this good. this gif got me acting diff tho..》

Chara.》 Leon S. Kennedy , Gn!Reader.

warnings》 This post is NSFW, leon is being a sweetheart, soft sex.

words.》 1,087.

req?》 yeah!

You sighed heavily, as you opened the door to your house and shutting it behind you. You bent over to remove your shoes, placing them wherever you thought was right.

Your body ached, everywhere, and this roaring headache wasn't helping. You had to deal with so much shit today, and you just wanted to lay down, get comfortable in your bed, and sleep.

"Babe?" Leon called out, real giddy. Cute even.

Judging by the way he called you, he really missed you. "Yeah, it's me." You called back yawning as you walked towards your shared bedroom, then removing your clothes as if you were ripping off a leech. As you were grabbing the blanket, Leon walked in still wearing his work gear.

"You look tired." He mumbled out as you snuggled into the blankets, not bothering to shower yet.

"I smell like sweat." You groaned out, as Leon chuckled whilst removing his jacket and placing it in the closet.

"Maybe shower?—" He sugggested before removing the rest of his clothes as you groaned, leaning your head back into the pillows, "Okay, so no. Anything hurting?" Leon said as he climbed into the bed next to you.

Only everything, you thought but just decided to nod and say, "Can you give me a massage?" as you turned on your stomach and put your arms above your head. Leon mumbled a small, 'Of course' as you sighed gently as Leon's warm hand grazed over your spine, his fingertips pushing tenderly into your sore muscles. Removing his hand for a moment, he sat up moving his body to place his thighs on the side of your knees, his butt at your calves.

He placed his hands on your lower back, gently kneading your muscles, "Wanna talk about what happened today?" He whispered, as he walked his hands up and down your back. You began to mumble, "Everyone is just— So overbearing, they expect perfection from everyone and when we make mistakes.. they just— get angry."

Leon sighed a bit, placing his forehead on your shoulder, his bare chest heaving against your back.

"I know people can be assholes but, I'm here for you. And even if they don't feel like it's your best, you and I both know, you're doing your best." Leon then placed a kiss on your shoulder, causing you let out another sigh, turning your head a bit to try to see him. His eyes peered at you through his bangs, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

The kiss was slow and sensual, caring even. He groaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue licking carefully at your's as he pressed his semi-hard cock against the back of your thigh.

Pulling away he looked down at you, his pupils blown wide as he whispered, "I'll take care of you, okay?", nodding in response you pressed a kiss to his lips, before he flipped you over. He leaned backwards a bit, removing your shirt with his delicate hands.

"You look.. stunning." Mumbling a bit, he'd slide his hands over your stomach and up your ribs leaning over to places kisses on your chest, his hands now lowering to remove your shorts, sliding them down your leg and off your ankles. Leon now pressed his fully hard cock against your privates, his eyes fluttering shut as he sighed, causing you to shiver just a slight.

"L—Leon..—" You gasped as he began grinding into you, stopping for a moment to remove his pants and grabbing the base of his dick with his hand, pressing it against your skin.

"F-Fuck.. Can I— Can I put it in?—" He spoke in a small voice, whimpering just a bit as you grabbed his face, "Yes, please.." Nodding along with you, Leon spat down on his cock before spreading your hole and pushing it inside of you.

You both gasped, your hands tightening on Leon's face, squishing his cheeks as he leaned forward placing his arms on either side of you.

"You feel amazing, squeezing me so damn good.. F-uu..—ck." He shudders as his pushes his hips further, moving slowly before building up a pace.

"Mnnh..— So good.." You mumble as Leon places his forehead against yours, his hips moving at a steady pace, striking your sensitive spot each time.

You closed your eyes as your chest heaved, you arched your back which caused your chest to be pressed against his.

"Look at me, baby.. I wanna see those pretty eyes." He said as he grabbed your chin and squished your cheeks a bit, and you tried your best to keep your eyes open for him.

Leon's face was beautiful. He's always so handsome, and chiseled. You love his eyes, his jawline, everything. But at this angle, he only reminded you of a god.

The sweat dripping down from his jawline, accentuating it perfectly. The day has gone, and the moonlight seeped in through the window, glistening on his muscles.

Your moaning was fueling him as he continued to thrust into you, "You're doing so good, am I doing good too?" he whispered, nearly unaudible over the slapping from down below.

"Yes.. So good..— I'm gonna— Haahhh..-" You shivered against him as your body began to pulsate, you felt that familiar coil.

"Okay, I won't stop.. Cum for me, okay? Let yourself go." He moaned out a bit, shutting his eyes for a moment as you began to cum, letting yourself ascend from the release. You whimpered as he continued to fuck you through it all.

"So good, so beautiful..— Fuck— I can't.. hold it.." He groaned as his thrusts became sporadic before he pulled out and rubbed his cock against your stomach, causing you to feel it twitch and shoot out his cum.

You both laid there breathing before Leon placed a kiss on your temple, "I'll start a warm bath, okay? Get you some water." He chuckled a bit as you just nodded, not feeling it to speak.

You closed your eyes, feeling sleepy. You felt Leon get off of you, then you felt something warm on your stomach. Maybe a cloth?

"Hey, drink this." You heard as you leaned up.

"Open up." He instructed to which you listened, sipping from the cold cup of water.

"'M sleepy, Leon.." You mumbled, slurring a slight.

"We can take a bath tomorrow morning, and sleep now?" You heard as you laid back down, mumbling a small 'yes', before you felt Leon lay next to you, "Guess we're sleeping cave man style." he mumbled, as you snuggled into him, "Shut up and go to sleep."

He said 'okay, okay' before kissing your forehead.

"I love you, Y/n."

He smiled as all he got were soft snores in return, but he knows and he'll always know, you absolutely love him too.

[internet-b0y]

-͟͟͞☆ mariyam stimboard ! ♡ >>> with cybercore, tech, and aquatic stims requested by @internetbrainr0t ! !

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[ttsukiimi]

〃★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ the jjk men n how they treat you after s⍣x. - submitted by anon.

〃★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ nanami x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, gojo x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, aftercare, brief mentions of smut (mdni), unprotected s⍣x, creamp⍣es, fluff, established relationship, rough s⍣x, reader referred to as (baby, doll, sweetheart.)

────〃ଘ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 - second thoughts…

Nanami is always considerate of you. And he’s considerate of your preferences—preferably the things you enjoy most in bed. So, when you tell him you want it rough, albeit a little hesitant, he’s right on it. And he gives it to you good. Plowing you so hard, fucking you so good the bed starts to rock back and forth with the weight of his thrusts. The headboard bangs against the wall in tandem with your wanton screams and moans of more, the same sounds that keep him rooted deep inside you.

Nanami gives it to you almost too good—to the point that, by the time he’s done with you, leaving your cunt a creampied-mess, you’re shaking and your chest’s heaving for the breath he’s so greedily robbed you of.

With a fondness in his eyes, Nanami wipes your tear-stained cheek with his thumb. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, attempting to ease the trembling of your lips—to no avail, considering every part of your body is quivering at this point. Your head turns and you look away in embarrassment—you can’t possibly be the one in such a state after asking him to be rough with you.

Nanami smiles at this and places his pointer under your chin, turning your head back in his direction with his finger. “Tell me you’re fine.”

You nod again, finding yourself unable to talk. “With words, my love. I need words.”

“I-i’m fine, Ken. Promise.”

“You’re still shaking,” his voice’s a whisper now, breath fanning past your neck from his proximity. “Tell me I wasn’t too rough, please.”

“Kento—it’s fine. You were perfect.” you reassure, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down, planting a quick yet searing kiss to his lips. “I just feel a little gross that’s all.”

After those words Nanami, being the perfect husband that he is, hurries over to fix you a nice, warm bath. And, per your request, he steps in too, and you both end the night basking in each other’s warmth in soft light and vanilla scented bubbles.

────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 - I’m doin my best!

Satoru’s always up for a rough session with you. The way you sound, the way you feel, the way you try and fail to escape from his thrusts—he loves it all. Especially when you’re crying and telling him how good he’s making you feel in both broken sentences and inhales for breath, scratching your manicured nails down his back in a pleasurable burn while doing so. The sight of your fucked-out face alone is enough to have him ready to make you bear his child, and your pussy—oh, don’t even get him started.

Satoru would go to hell and back for a mere second inside your warm, tight cunt.

And, saying that, he might’ve just went a bit too far—too rough this time. Because, as he finishes up inside you, spurting his hot seed deep into your womb—he wasn’t kidding about making you have his child—you’re shaking more than usual.

His brows furrow in slight concern, and his big hands caress all over your body as if asking if you’re okay.

“Baby?”

“H-hm?”

His lips slide against the skin of your shoulders. “You good?”

You open your eyes and give him a look—closing them again because doing anything makes your body feel even more sore. “Yeah, i’m fine. Just shaking because you went too soft.”

Satoru, on the other hand, doesn’t catch your sarcasm, and he’s about ready to get hard again when you flash him another look and slap his hand away.

“Satoru.” you heave, now trying to pull him closer. “I can’t even move. Do something.”

At that, he’s hurrying over to the bathroom and getting a washcloth, dampening it and scurrying back to you. Satoru’s surprisingly intent on cleaning you, more focused on tidying you up than your pussy which is just a mere inch away from his face—surprisingly not him at all.

Afterwards he’s tending to your every need, assuring you that there’s no need to feel ‘gross’ every time you say so.

Satoru Gojo really tries his best with aftercare.

────〃ଘ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 - ‘Kay, on it!

Well, Toji is nearly almost always rough with you in bed. There’s just something about it that he can’t get out of his system. And he even feels like sometimes his body’s really doing it out of habit—maybe even instinctively.

But, perhaps it may not have been that same instinct that drove him this particular time—and with the way you’re quivering more than usual, Toji thinks so too.

Then again, he just can’t stop himself from being too rough on you when you look so helplessly up at him when he’s plowing your lil’ pussy, and especially not when your moans fuel him on so much to the point where he has to hold you down so you don’t try and squirm away from his ruthless thrusts.

Wiping your cheek with the back of your hand, you hiccup. Toji raises an eyebrow as he gazes down at you, wondering what he should do—you’ve never shook this much.

And he would be concerned but, there’s a sadistic part of him that’s secretly enjoying the sight knowing he’s the one to have you like this.

“T-toji.”

“Hm? Yeah, doll?”

“Can you get me some water, please?”

Before you can even blink he’s back with a refrigerated bottle of water, cold just to your liking. You smile, thanking him and gulping down the liquid, placing a kiss of gratitude to his lips afterwards.

“Toji..”

“Yes?”

“Can you, uhm, clean me..?”

A smile finds it way to his lips. Toji finds it cute how you’re hesitant to ask him such a question.

After some minutes he’s back with a damp cloth to wipe you with, though that’s not all. He’s carrying you bridal style to a warm bath waiting just for you, placing you in carefully as if you’re made of porcelain.

You kiss him again, stroking his forearm lovingly.

“Can you order us some takeout too?”

“On it.”

────〃ଘ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 - uh, where do i start?

Initially, Choso’s very nervous about going rough with you. His palms are sweaty, his eyebrows are furrowed together in a tight knit and he’s asking if you really want him to. He simply wants to make sure that you’re not acting on impulse—because, as soft as he may seem, he can really give it to you.

And he does—hard. Albeit, maybe too hard. He’s never gone so rough to the point where you shook after sex, and that was Choso’s first worry.

He expected you to at least calm down after a bit of time but your body kept continuously quivering.

That’s when Choso begins to scold himself. Maybe if he wasn’t so addicted to your body, your pussy, the noises he discovers you make when he’s harsh with you, then maybe you’d be alright.

But there was no denying that he was hooked on everything about you.

“Cho..think i need a massage.” you groan, falling back onto the bed after a failed attempt at getting up. “my back’s so sore.”

“I-i’m sorry, baby, I—“

You cut him off with a kiss; one that diminishes his every worry and gives him reassurance. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

Nodding, you turn around onto your stomach, hissing at the pain in your limbs—he had really stretched you to your limit tonight. “Yeah, just, massage please.”

With a hum of acknowledgment, Choso begins to rub your back, his big hands working at the knots in your shoulders, and he smiles with every sigh of relief that leaves your lips.

By the time he’s done, you’re just about ready to have him fuck you again with the way that he’s touching you so sensually—but the gross, sticky feeling between your legs cancels out that thought.

But a pleased sigh leaves your lips—you have the perfect boyfriend and idea to get rid of that.

“Cho, baby, let’s shower.”

[dixons-sunshine]

Words can't describe how happy I am to see that I've managed to reduce the number down to that. Those two requests should be written and up within the next two days. Thank you all for being so patient with me!

Off topic though, has anyone else been experiencing some asks randomly disappearing from their inbox? I could've sworn that I had an ask in my inbox asking for a sweet scenario with Scud, as well as a request for young!Daryl, but they've mysteriously vanished? Am I just tripping here?

[malfoys-demigod]

hii! it’s iluvloganhowlett i’m just on my other acc! could you do a logan fluff where logan has a soft spot for u and lit only u? like for a prompt, scott asks a question and logan answers with some “it’s none of your business” or is j flat out mean where as when you ask the same question minutes later he’s nicer and thorough with his answer.

and can u please make it logan x mutant!reader🥰🥰

Logan Howlett, underrated softie

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: Hi @iluvloganhowlett!! I really appreciate your request and here it is! Enjoy, dear!!

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Winters in upstate New York were exceptionally known for their extreme coldness.

Which of course was no shock that a particular mansion at Westchester County was at -3 degrees celcius, almost reaching at 4 in your keen opinion.

Just being inside made you want to wear a thick full body coat today, wrapped with your favorite scarf and gloves. But you felt silly about that idea, seeing how everyone else was just casually surviving the day with good long sleeved tops. How lucky of them.

Though it was only 8pm, you had the senseless idea of wrapping yourself in your blanket, trying to fall asleep in your bedroom, desparately hoping to sleep through the coldest day of the week.

After a few tosses and turns, feeling the icy breeze sneak into your body, you just knew there was no hope in dozing off. Not with this kind of weather!

You groaned in defeat, sitting up to curse to yourself why you had to feel so, so, so frigid of all days today.

Maybe some instant hot chocolate by the kitchen would help you soothe yourself into sleeping soon.

So you got up, wore an oversized sweater over your thick long sleeved top, placed on your fuzzy slippers, and made your way out of your room to the kitchen.

There were still students around the mansion, either reading books with each other, watching the television by the living room, or playing some board games while having hot beverages and snacks. Hmmm, the smell of hot chocolate from some of them just made you realize that hot chocolate is always a good idea.

Meanwhile over at the kitchen, just a few minutes before you had arrived, Storm was in one of the seats in front of the counter, having her decaffinated coffee, mixing some sugar and some milk with it. Yup, she was one of those who enjoyed the taste of cofffe, even at night, so she has it decaffinated so it won't affect her sleep later.

Scott grabbed a bowl and a box of Lucky Charms cereal from the cupboards and made his way to the fridge, which was being leaned on by Logan, who was having a round of beer.

Scott stood in front of Logan with a serious look on his face, expecting Logan to move. But Logan, who wanted to mess with the man, just stared back at him, flashing a mischievous look. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Move, asshole," Scott sneered, "I need milk."

Logan continued drinking from his beer, still eyeing scott with the same mischievous look on his face, ignoring his command.

"Oh, Scott, I still have some!" Storm interrupted, saving Scott from possibly wanting to strike Logan, based on his tight grip on his bowl, and now slightly wrinked cereal box.

"Dick," Scott muttered under his breath, moving through Logan, who felt like he won another round of Logan v Scott. That small win was now done being celebrated when you finally arrived into the kitchen.

"Hey guys," you greeted your colleagues, getting some 'heys' from Storm and a slightly disgruntled Scott.

"Hey, doll," Logan recited gently, earning a dear smile from you. He watched you look around the cupboards, noticing your mystified expression as you wandered around each cupboard and cabinets.

You then moved to the fridge, "Sorry, could I just check something inside?" you asked Logan softly with your fingers skimming over each other.

Scott looked up from his meal, watching Logan expose a smile on his mouth, gently moving aside as you opened the fridge, watching you hmph in disappointment.

Scott made his own quiet hmph to himself, seeing Logan's patience with you, to which Storm smiled coyly seeing sparks fly around the tough Wolverine.

"Didn't find what you were looking for, darl?"

"Yeah, I think the kids got the last instant hot chocolate powders for themselves," you frowned lightly in disappointment. "It's okay though," admitting in defeat. You were starting to make your way out, looking at the doorframe, "I think I'll just-"

"Hold on there, bub," Logan's instruction brought you to a halt. You turned around to see a now quiet Logan, whose eyes were looking into, what he thought, were puppy eyes. "Instant powders are for kids," he continued, his eyes quickly scanning around the room as if he was about to make use of the information around him.

"How about I make you some real hot chocolate, huh?"

While Scott and Storm turned to each other, exchanging unsure looks, you let out a small laugh in disbelief, which determined Logan to actually pull it off.

"You?"

You didn't want to sound mean about it, I mean, anyone can make hot chocolate. It wasn't rocket science, or some gourmet dish, but never in your wildest dreams did you think that Logan Howlett, the man who only went to the kitchen to bring out his secret stash of beer, would make you hot chocolate?

But the way you asked didn't matter to Logan, as he got whole milk, chocolate, whipped cream, and heavy cream from the fridge, walked to another counter for powdered sugar, and expresso powder, which he directly got a teaspoon of from Storm's side to which she didn't say anything about, since she herself, was inclined to watch Logan act as if he was someone else she didn't know.

Logan was now whisking together his ingredients in a saucepan that you helped get.

"How long should these be over the heat?" you tip-toed, wanting to see over Logan's shoulder's as he was perfectly centered in front of the saucepan.

"Till you see small bubbles appear around the edges," he replied, looking over at you tip-toe, which he wanted to melt at just seeing.

He then stirred in chopped chocolate, waiting for it to melt, and carefully placing the sauce to low heat, stating to you that 'it's needed for the chocolate to melt completely.'

His little moment of domestic fluff with you and him in the kitchen was put to a pause when a voice from somewhere behind him got his unfortunate attention.

"Since when did you have time to learn all this?," Scott teased, receiving a nudge from the elbow from Storm who shook her head.

"Shut the hell up, prick," Logan said, not even facing a smirking Scott.

Logan then served the drinks in two mugs for him and for you, of course topping them with lots of whipped cream. More than excited to try Logan's hot chocolate, you immediately took a careful sip, tasting the intense, rich, and absolute heaven which had to be the most decadent hot chocolate ever.

"Oh my god," you said, closing your eyes with satisfaction, "It feels like I'm in one of those Parisian cafes, drinking the best hot chocolate there."

It was as if every sip made you forget about how cold and freezing you were just earlier, and seeing you look so content with the drink made Logan want to beam, but of course realized Scott and Storm were, annoyingly still around.

"Glad you like it, Y/N," he thanked, seeing you turn to face him with a curious look on your face.

"I do want to ask..." you hung back the question, "When did you have time to learn how to perfect this? I know you didn't just learn this overnight."

It was a genuine question because despite living since the 1800s or so, it was not exactly like Logan had free time to cook around or whip up hot chocolate, right? This man went through a lot in his life, and would he really just use his spare time investing in something like.. hot chocolate?

Logan looked down, with a humble and small smile on his face.

"My mother..," he first started, "When I was young and while my dad was out, she would make hot chocolate on cold days, or even any day for that matter."

There was so much value you had, appreciating the little yet deeply personal story behind your now, favorite drink. You knew Logan was never an open book with anyone. It was more of a shut and locked up book with the key below the bottom of the ocean for no one to pick up.

But the way he had just been with you tonight so far, was like, he was giving you the key for you, and literally you only.

"So you rememberd her exact recipe?" you inquired more, with a sparkle that Logan saw in your eyes.

"Nah, not exactly," he said, slightly timid with a grin, " 'course I adapted to today's ingredients like instant whipped cream, but it's something like what she made before."

"Do you think you could make some for me again tomorrow?" You genuinely requested, which made Logan more or less, want to fold and do as you say in a heartbeat.

But of course, he wanted to slightly play it cool. "Don't see why not," nodding in agreement.

"Good, I'm gonna bring this with me back to my room now," you announced, "Thanks so much, Logan, good night!"

You then smiled at Scott and Storm, waving them goodbye as you walked away from them, leaving them to smirk like children at Logan.

"That was cute." Storm said, bringing Logan back to his usual, serious look.

"I'd love to try some tomorrow too, Logan," Scott tried to fake his genuine statement at the same time trying not to burst a laughter out of him.

Without any words this time, Logan, holding his mug of hot chocolate in hand, passed Scott with one claw out from his other hand, slicing his cereal box in half.

"Asshole!" Scott yelled, now trying to pick up the pieces of cereal as Logan walked out of the kitchen took a sip from his mug, indulding in the fact that,

A. he made another successful hot chocolate in his life

B. he gets to make it again for you tomorrow

C. he hopes to make it for you for as long as winter's still there.