#꒰ ୨୧ : coqvtte's picnic event ꒱

[coqvttes]

Hiiii! Congratulations!!! For the picnic event could I request Fairy Cakes for Keegan Russ and either reading together or people watching, which ever one you like!!! Thank you!!!! 🩵🥰🫶🏻

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey, thank you for ur rq! yess, ofc u can, darlin! time for some fluffy keegannnn i hope u like it! :) xx

sfw : gn!reader, fluff.

"keegan! you're not paying attention!" his gaze snaps back down on you upon hearing your complaint, and a cheeky smile adorns his features.

you look up at him from your place as you lay on his lap, legs lying flat on the grass as the sun peeks through the leaves of the big oak tree that keegan leans against.

"sorry, babe, i'm listening," he says, tucking the strand of hair that was bothering you behind your ear. you roll your eyes and continue reading the passage from the novel in your hands.

after a few minutes, you look up at keegan again; his attention is focused entirely on something else.

"keegan! you're doing it again, why won't you pay attention to me?" you swat his shoulder playfully, and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead as if to apologize.

"what were you looking at?" 

he points to a young couple about ten meters away from you, sitting on a picnic blanket, laughing and enjoying the summer breeze just as you two are.

"first date? or you think they're a couple?"

"hmm... i think it's their first date, he wouldn't be dressed so nicely if they're already a thing." he chuckles, and his grip on your hand tightens when he sees the smile on your face as you observe the people around you.

"what about...them?" 

he looks over to where you point, and he grins fondly upon seeing an old couple sharing some wine and a sandwich as they sit on an old wooden bench by the pond.

"that's us in 40 years," a rosy blush spreads across your cheeks as you giggle at his words. your hands, letting go of the book to cup his cheek above you.

"i love that!"

 keegan smiles as he gazes down at you, and he realizes that he lives for moments like this.

moments when he can let his guard down. moments when he can laugh and smile with you. moments when he can feel nothing but love. love for you.

[coqvttes]

Hey Lola, I hope you won’t mind me asking for some rasberry jam. I was thinking NSFW and for the song to be, “Pretty when you cry” by Lana Del Rey and for the character to be Leon Kennedy.

Please and thank you, have a good day wherever you are!!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey thank u, nonnie for the request! sorry this took so longg! leon is so lana coded! i love this song and thank uu, u too pookie! <3

nsfw : gn!reader, sub!reader, rough, crying, angst, dacryphilia, comfort.

"you make me feel like your whole world"

leon knows that you'll always be there for him. he knows that sometimes he can't control his emotions, but he also knows that you'll always love him, no matter what.

he'll come home to you stressed and tense. tired from work and he doesn't seem interested in talking it out with you. his mind and body too busy with ache for you, for your warmth, for your tears.

and you yearn for him so. you yearn to please him, to make him feel better, so much better, just like you always do. so you let him use you. you'd let him do anything to you; you know he'll always care for you the way you've cared for him and he knows you don't mind.

"i'll wait for you, babe, that's all i do, babe"

your eyes light up when he approaches you and you jump up to greet him. your gentle voice asking him how his day was and such. but he doesn't answer.

and you know what he wants when he captures your lips in a rough kiss. murmuring between quick breaths for you to take your clothes off. and you do, without hesitation.

he maneuvers your pliant body onto the bed, and you squeak when he hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, nervous wide eyes in anticipation of what he plans for you as he tugs your panties off hurriedly.

"don't come through babe, you never do"

you gasp when he slips into you and your palms find purchase on his shoulders. holding onto him tightly as you try to relax yourself, the stretch is more painful from the lack of foreplay, and suddenly, his hips are snapping against yours.

you whine out from his roughness, the lack of preparation causing you to feel overwhelmed as you urge him to slow down desperately. but your pleas go ignored as he chases his pleasure.

"because i'm pretty when i cry"

tears well up in your doe eyes and your lips wobble as you stare up at him, pleading for him to kiss you or touch you gently. but he's not paying attention to you, and his pace fastens and you turn your head to the side, the tears spilling into the pillow beneath you as you whimper with each harsh thrust.

"fuckk, you're so pretty, aren't ya. look at me, let me see you."

his fingers tilt your jaw, forcing you to look up at him properly through your wet lashes. he smirks when he takes in your messy state, mascara running down your cheeks and your lips desperately pining for his.

but he doesn't kiss you, and after he pulls out to finish on top of you, he apologizes. his touch, now gentle as he pulls you into his arms, wiping your tears away as he coos in you ear.

[coqvttes]

hihihii!! its sofi anon again and OH MY GOD? Your message was so beautiful, I saw it in the middle of class (college is killing me) and I kept reading it like a 18th century woman reading her lovers letter. Thank you so much for your kind and respectful words, they mean the world to me, ilysm ♡♡

As for the event, also thank you in advance for letting me request, I wanted to ask for a nsfw ꒰ 🧁 ꒱: there’s this beautiful place in Italy called Fontanile Quarantina, and I just imagine reader going somewhere like that with Capt. Price for a cute picnic date, it’s just the two of them and they eat strawberries and cream, and get a little messy with it enough to end up making love, but the kind that’s hard and sensual, with so much love in the air and many praises. Sorry if it got kinda long, I got inspired, this is so fun! I know you’re gon be amazing. Have a super lovely day/night ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏. — 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hii! thank you for your sweet messages! i’m so sorry this took so long? but this is so sweet! love u sofi, take care! (i made it long to make up!)

synopsis : what starts off as an innocent picnic date by the beautiful lake, turns into something intimate when john just can’t get enough of you when you try some strawberries.

warnings : nsfw 16+, fem!reader, sub!reader, public sex, praise, dom!john, super fluffy, p in v.

wc : 800

the gentle stream of the river brushes over you bare feet as you stand on the various pebbles, your ankles tickled by the little flowers that grow on the bank of the river as you admire the ethereal scenery before you and your lover.

a beautiful day out. just the two of you, just the way you like it. you almost lose yourself as you take in the beauty of your gorgeous surroundings until a familiar arm wraps around your waist. john pulls you back to the picnic blanket that you’ve set up and you smile at the little basket of various fruits and cream that he’s prepared.

you pick up one of the strawberries, a particularly ripe one and dip it into the cream, swirling it around a few times to get a good amount before taking a bite out of it, eyes widening as the sweetness floods your tastebuds and you let out a noise of enjoyment that goes straight to johns cock.

john finds himself staring at the cream smeared across your plump lips as you continue to enjoy the strawberry, beaming at him from the sweetness.

you sweet thing, so oblivious to how bad he needs you, how your innocent touches are not so innocent to him, how your skirt keeps flipping up with the wind but you just don’t notice, and gosh how you just looks so adorable right now.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you whisper, turning you head to stare at the view once more before turning back when you get no response.

“mm you are,” your breath hitches when you feel his lips press against your neck, littering the area with tender kisses that start off innocent but grow into something more, something hungry.

you realise that you need him just as much as he needs you and suddenly your laying on the blanket, his rough hands trailing up under your sundress, caressing your soft thighs before settling at the lace of your underwear.

a blush adorns your features when he unties the delicate strings of your dress before pulling it down to bunch up at your waist, your bare tits now on full display for him and anyone else that may pass by.

a gasp spills from your lips when his fingers toy and tug at your sensitive nipples, his hungry lips enveloping one of them, coating it with his saliva.

you can’t help but arch into his touch, craving for more of it, for more of him, and he gives it to you, always caring for your pleasure.

you don’t even know when he pulled his trousers down but he’s tugging his cock out of his pants and lining himself up with your entrance. you look up at him through your lashes with those wide eyes that adore him so much and he smiles fondly at you.

the wetness that has accumulated earns a low groan from john as he slowly slips inside the warmth of your cunt, your eyes are locked onto his loving ones that gaze down at you in awe.

“g-gentle, john—” at your breathless plea, he moves the strand of hair that blocks him from seeing your gorgeous face and he grins down at you, cheekily.

“always,” he whispers, stealing your lips away into a passionate kiss, he sighs against you mouth before slowly dragging his length in and out of you in a sensual rhythm. he wraps your legs around his waist before pushing flush against you.

his beard tickles your face and your almost giggle is cut off when he hits a particular spot inside you that has you whimpering for him just the way he likes it.

he thinks you look like an angel beneath him, he’s never felt luckier with how the sun shines down on you so perfectly illuminating your beauty for him to remember forever. with the way you look up at him vulnerably with so much love in your eyes, so much innocence, so much trust, he could never get bored of this sight.

delighted mewls and moans bubble up in your throat as you hold onto his arms, his forehead practically pressing against yours. he hushes your noises with a fervent kiss, his lips capturing your own so perfectly as if you were made for him.

he rolls his hips one last time before spilling his warmth into you, releasing a low moan that makes your cunt flutter around him as you topple over the edge with him. his kisses your cheek as he slowly slips out of you, pulling your dress back up for you.

he swears he’s the luckiest man ever with how a sweet girl like yourself could be so perfect for him, to do something so intimate with him in public like this.

he sees how your beauty matches the scenery that frames you so perfectly and he promises himself he’ll cherish this memory forever…♡︎

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ all works belong to © coqvettes 2023. i do not give permission to claim, translate or copy any of my works. reblogs are appreciated!

[coqvttes]

hi lola !! may i have some raspberry jam ?? keegan + valentine by laufey pls ! doesn't matter if it's nsfw or not !! as long as its fluffy i'm happy (,,o//o,,)

thank u in advance !!! ur the sweetest and ik this is gonna be amazing ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hello, my lovely! thank u for your request, what a beautiful song!? and keegan is so underrated, good choice! x

sfw : gn!reader, fluff, praise, a bit suggestive.

୨୧― “he tells me i'm pretty”

your shy gaze is fixed on the ceiling as you gasp faintly. your vision grows hazy and your hands, nervous as they grip onto his shoulders unsurely. he litters wet kisses all over your the expanse of your neck, the sensation tickles you and you try to stay still. the feeling is foreign, but you like it.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, his breath tickling your skin.

୨୧― “don't know how to respond i tell him that he's pretty too”

“y-you’re pretty, keegan..” the words slip out unexpectedly in the heat of the moment, and you feel that his gentle kisses have stopped. as he pushes himself up to hover above you again.

୨୧― “can i say that? don't have a clue”

your eyes which were once pressed shut from the pleasure are now wide open and heat crawls onto your face as realization hits you. a slight panic settles in your core as you notice him staring at you.

"sorry! i'm- i just, i've never-!" he shushes you with a passionate kiss. your eyes flutter close as you sink into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close.

୨୧― “with every passing moment”

"you're so perfect, baby." he whispers, pulling away from you to admire you below him. you smile up bashfully from the praise. you've never been intimate with him and you find yourself searching for the right words to say to him.

୨୧― “i surprise myself”

"i love you," you blurt out and tug him down desperately to press your lips against his. he's stunned by your sudden boldness but he doesn't complain, because he loves it, chuckling when he notices the flush on your face. your gaze darts away from his and he tilts your face gently to look into your eyes once more.

“wish we'd done this sooner, you're cute when you blush.”

[coqvttes]

congrats on 600!! <3

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐌 : send me a song & character and i'll write a drabble !

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers with old man leon pretty please i love angst

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey pookie! thank u for the request! i love this song sm and leon angst is soooso good. although i feel like he’d treat u good fr. sorry if this is bad and sorry it took a while <3

nsfw : fem!reader, alcoholic!leon, angst, alcohol, older!leon, p in v.

"i hate you for what you did"

you could never forget his promise to you, his promise to care for you, to love you, to treat you good like you truly deserve. but instead, you endure countless nights of him shutting you out, only to seek comfort in a bottle of old whiskey. you hated him when he was like this, drunk with no control over his emotions or most importantly, his words.

the things he would say to you, it hurt you, it cut you and it made you cry when none of it was your fault. all you wanted was to make things better. but you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

"and i miss you like a little kid"

you miss the feeling of being held in his strong arms that once vowed to protect you forever, but you were young then and you were naïve. you miss how he’d always be there to help when you needed him, when you felt down. you miss how he held you gently, when he’d kiss your neck to tease you, to draw out your pleasure—when he actually cared for your pleasure. you miss when the feeling of his lips against yours was passionate, when he touched you gently, when you made love. you miss how he’d crack dad jokes to make you laugh when you felt like crying, leon made you feel safe.

"i faked it every time"

you don’t even remember the last time leon made love to you. you don’t remember the last time he told you how much he loved you. instead he was busy, away on important business that he never cared to tell you about because he’d say you didn’t understand, because you were young? countless nights of him coming back to you, your bed, to apologize, to make it up to you, but it didn’t feel the same anymore, the love, the pleasure. he wasn’t the same man you fell in love with.

"but that's alright i can hardly feel anything,"

so that’s why you don’t say anything when he tells you he loves you as he bullies into your cunt. the feeling all too familiar. his breath hot against your cheek slightly as he whispers those words to you. that’s why you don’t kiss him back when he smashes his lips against yours fervently. that’s why you don’t look into those ocean eyes that once held so much love for you, instead, you stare up into the blankness of the ceiling, just like the blankness in your heart. that’s why you don’t stay when he asks you to.

"hardly feel anything at all…"

tears in your eyes and he halts his movements, plopping down beside you to doze off. you turn to your side and pull the duvet over you, now the only thing that makes you feel protected. tears spill down you cheeks as you snuggle into the pillow, now damp. that’s why you realize now, that you don’t miss him anymore, that you don’t feel anything anymore. those feelings you once had for him, blown away in the wind that holds all of his broken promises.

[coqvttes]

Hii! I'd love to see a nsfw drabble with Nanaimo and the song, "older" by Isabel LaRosa! Also I'm so sorry about your recent incident with the group and stuff :( I really do hope that your schol does something. Also congrats on 600!! I love your writing🫶

୨୧― ❝𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒❞ — 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 heyy nonnie! you're literally a genius, i have always pictured nanami with this song?? and thank u babes, it's all been sorted outt and ily!

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!reader, older!nanami, manhandling, public sex, professor x student trope.

"baby, am i your little secret?"

professor nanami finds it very difficult to concentrate on todays lecture the moment you enter the hall. late as usual, dolled up in that tiny little thing you call a skirt, and your lips, glossier than ever.

and gosh when you finally sit down, with the way your legs cross under the table, it allows him to catch a sneaky glimpse of what he might be getting later.

he gulps, it's wrong, really. he's your professor, at least ten years older than you. he shouldn't be doing this, whatever "this" is, with you.

"eighteen, i'm old enough to keep it"

secret kisses, rushed touches and those looks you give him from your seat in the hall, it’s all he can think about as he tries to get through the lecture.

he chokes on his own words when you unwrap a lollipop, popping it into your mouth to suck on it slowly. he coughs and restarts his sentence, turning away to face the blackboard in hopes of getting you off his mind.

and then, at the end of the lecture, as you walk up to to his desk to hand in your research paper, his hand brushes over yours, and your eyes meet with his, gosh he looks so good in that button up.

"professor, i was wondering if i could get some feedback on the assignment." you look up at him innocently through your lashes, your fingers sliding up his arm as the last student leaves the room, grinning up at him.

"think i need someone older"

somehow, you find yourself bent over his smooth oak wood desk, your skirt flipped up as he tugs your cute little panties to the side, groaning at how wet you are.

gasping as he pushes into your cunt, you rest your cheek on the table as your eyes practically roll back into your head from how full he makes you feel. he begins to push himself in and out of you, yours nails begin scratching at the wood.

his hands glide under your top up your back and to your front to grope your breasts. switching from fondling them greedily to pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"mmm-ah faster!" you cry, you voice is shaky and desperate as you cling onto the edges of the oak wood desk. skirt flipped up as he slams into you repeatedly, palms gripping onto your hips tightly.

"just a little bit colder"

you mewl out lewdly as he leans down his chest almost pressing shading your back as he pants in your ear. the sounds bouncing off the walls of the room are obscene.

a combination of gasping, faint slapping noises and his deep groans that make you tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

in the afterglow you find yourself grinning when he fixes your skirt, helping you up on your feet with a chaste kiss on your cheek. mumbling something along the lines of "keep up the good work". you smile at how sexy he looks when he fixes his tie, then combing his hair back with his fingers.

you love when he can change his whole demeanor the moment he has to get back to work, students entering the classroom, greeting him as they find their seats. that same serious and stoic demeaner that will always crumble for you from the flutter of your lashes.

[coqvttes]

Hey I love your blog so much and your writing is amazing and the picnic idea is so cute! Could I do Fairy Cakes with Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley with a female!reader and the activity be maybe just the two of them reading or painting together in a meadow or something. I love sappy things like that 🥺❤️👉👈

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey, my love! thank you i’m so glad you like the picnic idea and i appreciate it! i love fluff and this is such a sweet idea! ❤︎︎

sfw : gn!reader, fluff.

“stay still," he orders, you pout at him as you stop fixing your hair.

“ughh c’mon you must be finished by now!” he smiles at your complaint and shakes his head. you huff and cross your arms, your eyes trained on the way his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as he focuses on the strokes of the paintbrush. 

occasionally he lifts his gaze from the pad of paper to look up at you, taking in every single detail. he swears you’ve never been prettier with the way the sunlight falls perfectly on you, illuminating you like an angel, his angel. he smiles at how you play with the flowers by your legs as you lay on the blanket comfortably.

the sweet sounds of birds singing and the wind blowing the through the leaves of the trees, it's perfect, it's calming. you smile at how the wind blows his hair, messing it up a little.

he finally stops painting and just stares at the paper, holding it at just the right angle so you can’t catch a glimpse of it. he’s studying it, but it seems that he doesn’t like it much. 

“come on i know you’re finished. let me seeeee!”

“no! i'm not good at this, trust me, you don’t want to see it.” 

you protest and hastily try to snatch the pad of paper from his hands, but his grip is strong, and he pulls it away from you just in time. 

“please, simon, pleaaase.” you pout, and he raises his brows at you but softens at the sound of your whining and the look on your face. he gives in, just like he always does, finally turning the paper around to show you. he looks away in embarrassment, and you can see the flush that spreads across his cheeks. 

you take it from his hands, and there are practically hearts in your eyes as you look at it with adoration. you smile at the adorable portrait he's painted just for you. it looks like the handwork of a child's, but you love it so so much because it’s simon’s. 

he’s put so much thought into it, making note of all the details that he just loves about you, and it makes your heart melt. he notices how you stare for a while and tries to pry it from your hands, but you pull it flush against your chest and smile at him. 

“i love it, simon. thank you!” you practically throw yourself against him, and he wraps his arms around you in an embrace, smiling into your hair as he inhales your sweet scent. 

“thought you might not like it,” he mumbles as you pull away, pecking his lips. you giggle at his words and look at the drawing pad in your hands.

“of course i do, silly!” 

“who are you calling silly?” with that, he lunges at you, your back hitting the soft blanket, the grass prickling you slightly through the thin fabric. he pins you down to the ground with one palm before tickling your side with the other. you squeal uncontrollably when he buries his head in your neck, blowing raspberries into your skin, causing you to giggle and squirm beneath him. 

he chuckles down at you, and in that moment, he’s never felt more in love with you. only you can make him feel vulnerable like this, only you can bring out the playful side of this beast of a man, and only you, could he love so much.

[coqvttes]

HI IM NEW!! You can call me fynch!!

Rasberry jam!

Simon ‘ghost’ riley with the song

“Don’t talk about love” -Guccihighwaters

Or

“The death of peace of mind” -bad omens

((You deff don’t have to but yknow!!!))

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey fynch! thank you for your request, i love the songs and i had loads of fun writing this! sorry if its too long or not good x

nsfw : gn!reader, sub!reader, rough sex, crying, some angst.

"baby, i'm not known to trust"

the sounds of skin slapping, strings of low groans, and high-pitched cries of his name echo in your bedroom. you shouldn't have let him in, because this time, you know he'll just break your heart.

his hands grasp onto your thighs which are wrapped around his side roughly, the feeling of your skin under his touch is all too familiar. he misses it. it's not the first time he's knocked on your door, the same look on his face as you stare into his crestfallen eyes.

"but i'll fuck you till you go numb"

you soft hands move up to cup his cheeks tenderly with that adoring look in your eyes that just make him melt every time. he avoids your gaze and pins both of your wrists above your head. your touch is too pure, too loving for him, he's undeserving of it with the way he's treated you, he hates how much you love him. he hates how much he loves you.

he wishes you weren't so perfect, so sweet, so gentle to him. how you ask him to make love to you and he fucks you instead. but you love it either way, you love anything that is simon.

"tonight i only want lust"

his grip on your wrists loosens and you seize the opportunity to reach to him, pulling him close to press your lips against his. as hard as he tries not to, his lips move on their own, kissing you back desperately with passion that has been building up for months away from you, your touch. as he pulls away from you, tears spill down your cheeks as you turn your head away from him.

"shit, am i hurting?" his thrusts slow and his fingers tilt your chin to face him, his eyes scanning you over. shaking your head fervently, you look up at him through your wet lashes, "no, i-i've just missed you so much, simon... i love you."

"don't talk about love"

his movements are gentle as he wipes the tears from your flushed cheeks, he doesn't want to make you cry. he wants to hold you, to love you, to kiss you. but he knows if he does, he'll never be able to leave your embrace ever again. he knows that you can't live without him, and he hates to admit it, but so can't he, you're his weakness.

but you know he'll come back to you, just like he always does.

[coqvttes]

And I appeareth! A new anon! I shall be nicked as the Akane Anon, with the 🫶 emoji as my signature emoji ;3 (unless it's taken wagh)

I brought a pot of honey, because I'd wish for you to create a blue hour forest scene with our beloved daryl!!! He speaks for blue hour if you tell me.

Take your time, pookie!! I don't want you to rush yourself!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 greetings akane anon 🫶 (i love this emoji too) ! thank you for the request! im so so sorry this took so long my darlin' but yay i can finally post something for daryl my pookie on here!

[coqvttes]

୨୧ ― ʚ 𝟔𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎��𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! ɞ

୨୧ — 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂 !

in celebration of 600 followers, i’m inviting everyone to a picnic! this invitation will expire on the 16th of november! i’ll bring the lavender tea and rose lemonade, you can bring the dessert! what would you like to bring?

↳ carrd. masterlist. rules. pinned.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐌 : send me a song & character and i'll write a drabble ! (slots are full!)

꒰ 🍰 ꒱ — 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 : send me a character & trope and i'll make a short playlist !

꒰ 🍯 ꒱ — 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 : send me a character & scenario and i'll make a moodboard !

꒰ 🧁 ꒱ — 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 : send me a picnic activity & character and I'll write a drabble to it !

please refer to my masterlist to check which characters i write for. i have the right to ignore requests that don't comply with the event's prompts, the characters in my masterlist or are just deemed inappropriate. anons are encouraged to participate, please don't bombard me with asks to hurry up. label your requests as sfw or nsfw. event ends on the 16th. <3

[coqvttes]

For the picnic event:

Can be SFW or NSFW—Would love to see something w Simon Riley and the song “Heart On Fire In Mexico” by Abby Anderson. That first verse is just so Ghost coded I need to see it😭🫶🏻

Love your writing! Congrats on 600!!!🎉🎉🎉

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 thank you, love!! and thank you for the request, i agree the song is so ghost coded! x

sfw : suggestive, gn!reader, groping, making out, alcohol consumption.

“she was a dark-haired juárez beauty”

he’s been captivated by you from the moment you walked into the pub, his eyes trained on the way you sway your hips just the way he likes. he catches a whiff of the seductive scent of your perfume and internally groans.

“flirtin' with a g.i. joe off-duty”

you laugh with the bartender and he thinks it should be him you’re laughing with. he clenches his fist before chugging down his pint. you hadn’t noticed the stranger staring at you from across the bar until he begins to approach you. a flush spreads across your cheeks as you turn to face him, he’s ridiculously tall, huge and handsome.

“workin' him for tips at a bar in mexico”

“can i uh- can i get you a drink?” his voice is deeper and gruffer than you expected, his accent is thick and god, so are his arms. you eye him up and down before nodding bashfully. the handsome smile he flashes you sends butterflies straight to your stomach and you too find yourself drawn to him.

“one cigarette smoke break by the back door”

one drink turns into something much more and you find yourself sat atop the hood of his car out the back. your legs wrapped around his waist as his brawny figure shadows over you perfectly, keeping your body flush against his. his palms kneading your arse desperately. your gentle fingers grasping onto his shoulders tight, needing him as close as possible.

“turned into a pack on the hood of his ford”

he crashes his lips against yours, groaning faintly as his rough fingers rub circles into your thighs before sliding up under your jean shorts. he grins against your hot mouth as you gasp against his lips, the passion in the kiss knocking the air out of your lungs. he makes you weak. you look him right in the eyes and you feel that your heart has been captured by him, the stranger in the bar.

“wherever he is now, the devil knows”

you never did catch the strangers name, and you’ll never know where he is, who he is, or if he even yearns for you the way you yearn for him.

but you’ll always remember the touch of his hand, the sound of his voice, and the taste of his lips.

[coqvttes]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 HII POOKIE THANK UU!! yes you absolutely can babes i love this request, i love ur drabble and you! sorry idk how i deleted the request 😭! @yonphilia

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ - ❝ 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲. ❞

[coqvttes]

hey guyss i’m no longer accepting anymore rasberry jam requests for the event. any requests sent after this post will have to be ignored. there’s so many rasberry jam requests i can’t do anymore i have a lot going on right now but thank you to those who have requested, you can always request for something else! (i will complete the requests that have already been sent in) 💞

[pseudowho]

I mean, Nanami's only a little older than me but I still think of him with this song 💀😌👌

Hii! I'd love to see a nsfw drabble with Nanaimo and the song, "older" by Isabel LaRosa! Also I'm so sorry about your recent incident with the group and stuff :( I really do hope that your schol does something. Also congrats on 600!! I love your writing🫶

୨୧― ❝𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒❞ — 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 heyy nonnie! you're literally a genius, i have always pictured nanami with this song?? and thank u babes, it's all been sorted outt and ily!

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!reader, older!nanami, manhandling, public sex, professor x student trope.

"baby, am i your little secret?"

professor nanami finds it very difficult to concentrate on todays lecture the moment you enter the hall. late as usual, dolled up in that tiny little thing you call a skirt, and your lips, glossier than ever.

and gosh when you finally sit down, with the way your legs cross under the table, it allows him to catch a sneaky glimpse of what he might be getting later.

he gulps, it's wrong, really. he's your professor, at least ten years older than you. he shouldn't be doing this, whatever "this" is, with you.

"eighteen, i'm old enough to keep it"

secret kisses, rushed touches and those looks you give him from your seat in the hall, it’s all he can think about as he tries to get through the lecture.

he chokes on his own words when you unwrap a lollipop, popping it into your mouth to suck on it slowly. he coughs and restarts his sentence, turning away to face the blackboard in hopes of getting you off his mind.

and then, at the end of the lecture, as you walk up to to his desk to hand in your research paper, his hand brushes over yours, and your eyes meet with his, gosh he looks so good in that button up.

"professor, i was wondering if i could get some feedback on the assignment." you look up at him innocently through your lashes, your fingers sliding up his arm as the last student leaves the room, grinning up at him.

"think i need someone older"

somehow, you find yourself bent over his smooth oak wood desk, your skirt flipped up as he tugs your cute little panties to the side, groaning at how wet you are.

gasping as he pushes into your cunt, you rest your cheek on the table as your eyes practically roll back into your head from how full he makes you feel. he begins to push himself in and out of you, yours nails begin scratching at the wood.

his hands glide under your top up your back and to your front to grope your breasts. switching from fondling them greedily to pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"mmm-ah faster!" you cry, you voice is shaky and desperate as you cling onto the edges of the oak wood desk. skirt flipped up as he slams into you repeatedly, palms gripping onto your hips tightly.

"just a little bit colder"

you mewl out lewdly as he leans downc his chest almost pressing shading your back as he pants in your ear. the sounds bouncing off the walls of the room are obscene.

a combination of gasping, faint slapping noises and his deep groans that make you tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

in the afterglow you find yourself grinning when he fixes your skirt, helping you up on your feet with a chaste kiss on your cheek. mumbling something along the lines of "keep up the good work". you smile at how sexy he looks when he fixes his tie, then combing his hair back with his fingers.

you love when he can change his whole demeanor the moment he has to get back to work, students entering the classroom, greeting him as they find their seats. that same serious and stoic demeaner that will always crumble for you from the flutter of your lashes.

[yonphilia]

THIS IS SO AMAZING I LOVE THIS

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 HII POOKIE THANK UU!! yes you absolutely can babes i love this request, i love ur drabble and you! sorry idk how i deleted the request 😭! @yonphilia

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ - ❝ 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲. ❞