#🍀beanie's events

[poursomesunaonme]

Fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhh gojo, touch tank, and I guess nsfw?????

THIS IS ALSO SO SATORU CODED IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIANSDFALSD;FJASD;FJASLD;FJKDS;FJDA;SDKJFLASJGVIOGDFVMAEORF IM SIKC IM SICK IM SICK

cw: minors dni, oral (fem receiving), a little nibbling, goj is a menace pt 2093458, fingerin

"he's so pretty when he goes down on me / gold skinned, eager, baby blue shirt out the laundry / he tells me he's gentle when he wants to be / so i think he wants to be gentle with me"

“satoru?”

“hm?”  he grins, his lips pressed against your thigh.  his tongue slides out and you shiver as the flat of it trails against the sensitive skin.

“you look…”  you bite your lip, feeling heat rush to your cheeks (among other places).  “you look pretty… when you do that.”

“pretty?”  he pauses, his teeth just barely sinking into the meat of your thigh.  he pulls back from nearly taking a bite out of you.  “you think i’m pretty?”

“yeah.”  you grin and his face mirrors yours.  your fingers tangle in his soft hair.  “really pretty.  my pretty boy.”

“shit, baby,” he purrs, immediately moving to spread you open.  “if i’m pretty, what is this?  huh?”

you don’t answer.  you can’t, because his fingers are gone and his tongue is trailing up the seam of your cunt, dipping in between your folds to just barely skim over your clit.  your grip on his hair tightens and you attempt to pull him closer, to give you more than just that.

“if i’m pretty, you should see how you look right now.”  he hooks his hands behind your knees and loops your legs over his shoulders in one quick motion.  “with your eyebrows furrowed like that, your mouth open in that pretty little ‘o’...”  he sucks sharply on your clit, then squints at you with a grin.  “what’s that?  i think i can see my name in the back of your throat.”

you fight back a smile, chewing on your lower lip—the motion muffles a moan of, he guessed it, his name.  his tongue laves lazily over you now, his arms looping around your legs to dig into the meat of your thighs.  it grants you some stability, enough to weakly buck your hips against his face.

“so pretty,” he murmurs against you.  the motion of his lips and the vibrations of his words send waves of pleasures roiling through your body, dissolving into a seafoam of bliss.  

“satoru,” you keen, pulling him closer by the hair.  “please… more…”

“god you’re fucking gorgeous.”  your begging appealed to the merciful side of him, and he quits the teasingly slow motions of his tongue and opts to devour you.  your back arches up against the bed and you dare to look down at him.  

his eyebrows knit together as he focuses on bringing you to the climax, the lower half of his face (that you can see) is just covered in your arousal.  the crows feet settled next to his eyes and his teeth skimming against your clit indicate that he’s grinning at the sight he knows you see.

“whaddya gonna say, that i’m pretty?”

you stick your tongue in your cheek, trying to keep your composure as he adds a finger to the mix, drawing a loud cry from you.

“took the words… right outta my fuckin’ mouth.”

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[poursomesunaonme]

@fittsythesnail asked:

ITADORI -> fade -> FLUFF

READY SET GO BABES

MY BABY BOYYYYYYY LOVE LOVE LOVE LMAO ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS IM SUCH A DUMBASS

cw: nightly routine n night night w yuuji<3

"when you fall asleep next to me / it's nice to have you by my side / to keep my body company"

“aaand… done!”  you clap your hands together, wiping the rest of the moisturzer off your hands when you finish rubbing it into yuuji’s skin.

he whirls around to look in the mirror, admiring the soft glow of his visage.  “you do this every night?”

“yup.”  you nod, turning towards your bedroom.  “gotta take care of your skin, babe.”

“huh.”  he taps a finger on his chin while following you to the bed.  “then i want you to do that every night.”

you laugh, settling into your side of the bed.  “you’re gonna learn to do it yourself, yuuji.”

he shakes his head, crawling clumsily over you to his side.  “uh-uh.  i like when you do it.”

“fine.”  you push him playfully as his limbs collide with your body as he struggles (purposefully) to get to his side.  “but it’s only because i love you.”

“and that’s the only reason i need.”  he finally gets settled in, turning over on his side to prop himself on his elbow to look at you.  you remain like this for a few moments, your head turned slightly to look at him as he breathes deeply, simply mesmerized by the sight of your face.

“i like this,” he murmurs after a while, laying down onto the pillow.

“like what?”

“falling asleep next to you.”

you smile softly, reaching out to pull a ball of fuzz from his pink locks.  “me too.”

“come here.”  he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his chest so that you can nuzzle into his sweatshirt and breathe in his sweet boy smell.  his heart beats against your nose.

“i don’t feel lonely when i’m with you,” you whisper into him, nearly inaudible.  but he understands, slipping a thumb under your shirt to rub at the small of your back.

“me either.”

“yuuji…”  you pull back from him to look up at him.  he peers down at you, eager to hear what you have to say even through the sleep beginning to cloud his eyes.

“hm?”

“do you…” you bite your lip, finding it easy to hold the gaze with those sweet brown eyes.  “do you wanna move in together?”

“hm?”  he grins, running a finger up your spine.  “would i?  of course i would!  half my life is already here anyway.”

he’s obviously referring to you, but there are little pieces of him everywhere.  his favorite snacks in the cabinets, his soda in the fridge, his toothbrush in the bathroom, the random pieces of laundry that snuck into the washer ended up in your drawers, half his shoes strung over by the front door.  you’d have to whip his messy habits into shape, but it would be a labor of love.

you snuggle back into his chest, happy to be in love with someone to accompany you through life, even those few hours that you spent unconsciously in the dream of sleep.

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[poursomesunaonme]

it’s me again and I’m gonna be here until you’re fucking SICK OF ME uh anyways gojo, itch, uuuuuuuhhhh and honestly I don’t mind whatever you wanna do with it but istg I can’t handle angst right now so please don’t do that to me

THIS SONG IS SO SATORU CODED IT MAKES ME SICKKKKK PLEASE

cw: smoochin, satoru is insufferable (as usual)

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

you stare at the blue eyed freak, your mouth hanging open.  just a few seconds before, he quite literally materialized behind you, sang your name with a grin on his face, then pressed his lips to your ear, nearly purring, “wanna make out now?” to which you whirl around and push him away.

every day.  every day this has been your life (minus the him badgering you and making you nearly shit your pants by surprising you with his freaky technique popping into your space unannounced).  every day he asks to kiss you with a cheeky smirk and glossy lips.  and every day, you say no.

this time, however, is different.  this time, you’re too caught off guard to put it back up, to rebuild your walls around yourself at the man giving you cyan blue puppy eyes.  this time, you take too long to formulate a response, and he knows he has you in his clutches.  

“i’m not hearing a no,” he chuckles, leaning down to where his nose is nearly brushing against yours.  suddenly, you can’t breathe properly and your heart is pounding against your ribs.  suddenly the room feels too small and he feels too big and it feels like you’re moving in jello.  your teeth sandwich your lower lip and you fight back a smile at how silly it all is, about how belligerent he is, but… you don’t say no.

instead you close the distance between your faces and he instantly reaches to cup your face.  one of his hands remains and the other moves to circle your waist and pull you flush to him while he skims his tongue along your lower lip, asking for permission to deepen what he’s been waiting to do for months.

it’s ridiculous, actually, you speculate when his tongue starts to roam the inside of your mouth, just how long he’s wanted to kiss you.  you wish you could say that he had the decency to keep it to himself until you got closer, but it was literally the first meeting when you were bidding the friend group goodbye when he suggested “we should make out later.”  you would’ve found it flattering if you didn’t think he was absolutely insufferable.  if he hadn’t gotten your number from nanami’s phone and sent the first message “so… about that kiss?” then consequently named you “kissing buddy” in his contacts.

it was, and still is, insufferable, you think as that sweet, sweet clicking sound emanates from where your lips push and pull with each other, your heads tilting lazily as you take your time reveling in what he’s wanted for so long.  something crosses your mind and you pull back, laughing.

“what is it?”  he almost looks hurt when you pull away, his lips shiny and darkened.

“just… that stupid powerpoint you made for powerpoint night about all the reasons why we should make out.”  

he grins when he remembers the shitty presentation he put together as the “can we kiss” question of the day.  “so… did it have any truth to it?” you think that to the gojo satoru is the best kisser of the friend group slide, and you nod, reaching around to pull him down by the back of the neck into your lips once again.

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[poursomesunaonme]

Last one (for now)!!! Atsumu, AND A SONG OF YOUR CHOICE

Just please I beg of you make it hella cutesy and sweet by the end of it I can’t handle crying bby I just can’t

Also luh you have a happy event mwah

WAHHHHHHH I LOVE HIM SM ASLF i hope u like the song i chose hehehe

cw: beach day w 'sumu !

"[wanna] fall asleep in the car after the waterpark / with the radio soft in your ears / august coppertone tan, crannies filled up with sand / and saltwater still clogging your ears"

“ah!”  his muscles jerk taut under your hands.  “c-cold!”

“don’t be such a baby, ‘sumu,” you grin, smoothing the aloe over his burns.  “you’re the one who didn’t reapply when i did, so this is what happens.”

astumu lies on his stomach underneath you as you straddle his hips trying to hold him down to apply aloe vera to his sunkissed suncrisped skin.  his hands grip the sheets as your hands smear it over his reddened shoulder blades.

“i know i know,” he mumbles into the duvet.  “but you coulda at least warmed it or somethin- shit!”

“uh-uh,” you tut.  “it feels better cold.  just get used to it.”

you reminisce on the day as your hands work the gel over his back, along his shoulders, in the spot on the back of his arms that’s always so hard for him to apply sunscreen to.  he had the weekend off from the jackals, so he took you on a whim to the beach.  you try to burn every single moment into your mind—from him throwing you into the crashing waves to building sandcastles with some kids who recognized him as a pro player to napping under the minimal shade of the flimsy umbrella he bought.

his wide smile sears into every little nook and cranny in your memory.  he had made you bury him neck-deep in sand then ran screaming into the ocean when the gritty earth filled his swim shorts.  his skin glistened like diamonds when he returned to you, panting and laughing, saltwater dripping onto you when he stood above you to ask if he could make you a mermaid.

your skin was still warm when the sun went down and you stopped at a fast food restaurant for dinner and ice cream.  your hands were still sticky when he drove back to the hotel with the windows down, fatigue beginning to swirl into your bloodstream from being in the sun all day.  

“feel better?”  you ask when you finish, the aloe already getting soaked up by his thirsty skin.  

“mm, yeah actually.”  he squirms underneath you, wincing as his damaged skin pulls and a heat spreads over the tissue.  “c’mere.”

“you better not move till it’s dry,” you warn playfully, settling down on your stomach next to him.  he obeys you, trying not to move too much as he reaches to hook his pinky through yours.  butterflies flit around in your stomach as he gazes at you through half lidded eyes.  he’s exhausted.

“have fun today?” he murmurs, eyes searching your face like he’s trying to memorize every single pore.

“yeah,” you grin.  “felt like a kid again.”

“me too,” he sighs, closing his eyes briefly before opening them back up again.  “think we should do this all the time.”

“mmhm,” you breathe, moving to settle on your side to look at him.  “whenever you get your breaks, of course.”

“i’m sure the jackals wouldn’t miss me if i snuck off for a week.”

“i’m sure that’s not true.”

you both chuckle to yourselves and before you know it, he’s captured you in his arms.  the warmth brings you into a deep, deep sleep that, when you wake from, you find atsumu all but hauling you out of bed to the beach again.

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[poursomesunaonme]

can u pretty please do gojo + gold star my eye is twitching ..$1&

can it be sfw i am feeling incredibly soft for him in this moment (im falling apart)

fully writing a fic out of this making a mental note thanks im so ILL

cw: satoru's a cocky bastard, time being a few years after graduating, friends to lovers(? you decide), satoru is injured but it's not described

"i'll wait up for you / i'll wake up for you / talk to strangers in the elevator / so you think i’m friendly like you / make my bed for you / when you finally come through / can you give me a gold star / and see me through?"

the door opens and footsteps stumble over the entryway.  you straighten at the sound, padding over to the doorway of your bedroom to see satoru leaning against the front door he just slammed shut, panting heavily.  

“you can always come to me.”

“thanks for the offer, but i won’t need it.”

his words echo in your head as he slings an arm over your shoulder, grunting at the slight exertion.  no words pass between you as you struggle to the couch to lay his body down, lifting his long heavy legs onto the arm and prying off his shoes.

“fuck,” he breathes, throwing an arm over his eyes.  you don’t say anything.  you don’t want to make this worse for him that it already seems.  he said he didn’t need your help, yet here he is.

you leave him for just a moment to get a cold rag and a glass of water for him.  your jaw clenches at the way his body trembles just slightly.  he was still perfecting his technique—it didn’t help that he alone carried the weight of the most difficult missions.

you wordlessly pry his arm off his face and lay the rag down on his forehead, smoothing back his hair gently.  he takes the water, and sitting up with some difficulty, gulps it all down.

“thought you’d never see me like this, yeah?”  there’s a bit of loathing in his voice, completely directed at himself.

you shrug, kneeling next to the couch.  “dunno, but if it happened, i wanted to be here for you.”

he lets out a long breath and you know his eyebrows are furrowing underneath the cold rag.

“whaddya want, a gold star or somethin’?” he flashes a cocky smile.  you return it with a sad one.

“i want you to come to bed with me.”

“just can’t help yourself, can you?”  as much as he wants to continue to arrogance as much as possible, but the way his jaw sets and his breath comes out in hisses signals that he can’t keep it up for much longer.

“cut the shit, satoru.”  you stand up, offering your hand to him.  he hesitates, eyeing you like he’s seeing you for the first time, then takes it.

you help him to your bed, helping him settle in before to climb under the covers next to him.

“i’m sorry,” he says after a few minutes of silence.

“i know.”

“it’s just…”

“i know.”

you turn over on your side to face him, watching as his eyes squeeze shut to hold back the tears that so desperately need to fall.  your fingers intertwine with his, your thumb stroking his knuckle.

the strongest man in the jujutsu world wins the battle to fight back the tears of exhaustion and frustration, letting out a deep breath instead of letting the salty water leak from his eyes.

“i’ll wait up for you,” you whisper, watching as your breath stirs the tufts of snowy hair around his ears.  

“you don’t have to do that” comes his reply, and suddenly the tears are back with a vengeance.  they effectively beat the shit out of him and suddenly he’s turned into your chest, hiding his face as he stains your shirt.  he’s supposed to be the strongest.  he’s supposed to be the one waiting.

“i know,” you sigh against his hair, the white strands tickling your chin as your breath distills them.  “but i will.”

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[poursomesunaonme]

better ride

pairing: freeloader!toji x f!reader

summary: toji's (negligible) payday finally came, so he's treating you to a road trip!

wc: 1.1k

an: HELLOOOOO BEANIE'S BACK ! this crack shit is for the wet hot slimeball summer collab put on by @bastardblvd ! dreams rly do come true :') as always - likes, rbs, and comments always appreciated <3

cw: car(?) sex, major crack fic, voyeurism, exhibitionism (unintentional?), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, please laugh at this i think im so funny

cameos from: landlord!sukuna, slutty mailman!geto, yuuji, nobara, megumi, tired cop!nanami, and mcdonald's worker!aki <3

“oi! are you ready yet?” 

toji’s call into the apartment you share (you pay for and he crashes in) doesn’t go unanswered.

“just a sec, babe!” you yell, applying the last of your lip gloss, checking your summer fit in the mirror.  it was hot, hotter than satan’s cleavage, so you decide to show some.  a skimpy cropped cami and revealing jean shorts - it wasn’t anything toji hadn’t seen before.

you grab your purse and shut the door behind you, seeing toji standing by the car.  it was his most prized possession that you both and the entirety of bastard boulevard called the flintstone mobile™.  a four door sedan (?) equipped with butterfly doors and a (saran wrap) sunroof - all entirely made out of cardboard he stole from the mcdonald’s whenever they got their supply shipments. 

“she’s purring and ready to go,” toji said proudly, patting the side and shaking the whole vehicle (she was in fact, not purring, as there was no engine).  

“and you,” he purred, looking you up and down.  “i might have to have a taste before we get going.”

you saunter over to him, planting your hands on his chest. “put on my cherry lipgloss that you like so much.”

he smirks, turning to lift the cardboard flap door for you.  “let’s get a little more comfortable, then.”

within about a millisecond of the two of you settling into the backseat, his tongue is shoved down your throat, his hands crammed into that skimpy cami to pull your tits out.  within about a millisecond, he’s pulling down his gray sweatpants so you can get his dick wet.  within about a millisecond, your lips are fastened fast around the salty gorgeous banana curved slightly to the right #ac907c 8.386in shaft, the cut mushroom tip (#735354; circ done homemade to sell it online) nosing the back of your throat, nose pressed against against the trimmed bush and tongue sliding along the spindling veins and over his #6a6057 fat breeder balls.  within about a millisecond of giving him the sloppiest toppiest gluck gluck cross eyed white knuckles tongue twister gut wrencher 9000, he’s folding you in half and bullying his 6in girth into your death trap of a cunt.

“god damn!” you hiss as he crams himself in, not stopping until the base kisses your clit.

“there you go, pretty.”  he grins, letting out a low groan as he spends a moment just relishing in your warmth.  “knew you could take it.  you always do.”

you pant, flustered and already sweating, already squeezing around his stupidly pleasurable length as he begins to move.  you throw your head back, nearly crashing through the cardboard side of the flintstone mobile™.  toji lets out a guttural groan, picking up speed as the sounds of his hips slapping into your ass fills the air.

it doesn’t take long for him to reach his peak.  the sight of your tits pulled out from your cami, bouncing with every thrust, your flushed and panting face begging for more, the warm gummy walls squeezing around him - it’s all too good.  the deepness of his thrusts and the fat thumb on your clit send the orgasm crashing down through your body in tandem with his. 

there’s something about the excitement of going on a road trip with him funded by his last few scams working perfectly on the dumbasses on the boulevard and the pre-trip sex that makes this peak even better than the last few.  you let out a high-pitched whine and thrash, unable to control your limbs.  at the potent feeling of your cunny convulsing around him, toji straightens as he shoots ropes of hot cum into you.

the inability to control your bodies sends toji’s head through the (saran wrap) sunroof, and you through the side of the flintstone mobile™.  this doesn’t stop either of you, however, as you’re determined to make the most out of the most euphoric feeling.  he continues to slam into you, and you continue to milk his cock, oblivious to the fact that you’re literally tearing the car apart.

the mailman tries to ignore this scene as he delivers the mail to the landlord just a few doors down.  he knocks on sukuna’s door, the latter of whom was watching through his fucked up blinds that barely hide his voyeuristic tendencies.  he goes to the door to meet suguru.

“and i thought i could deliver a package,” suguru mutters as sukuna signs off on his bunnygirl senpai merchandise in conveniently discreet packaging.  sukuna ignores him and immediately slams the door in his face.  other residents of the boulevard hear the ruckus and look, then promptly look away (most of them, at least).  nanami rides past in the patrol car, pinching the bridge of his nose and deliberately ignoring the scene.

you and toji struggle to catch your breath, not even processing the fact that the flintstone mobile™ literally collapsed and left you tangled on the concrete, still enveloped in each other’s bodies.  you close your eyes, the haze beginning to wear off.  when you open them, you realize.

“fuck!” you yell, scrambling out from underneath him, setting your tits back into your cami.  “toji, the car!”

“it’s okay, pretty.”  toji stands up, looking around.  “i’m a better ride anyway.”

you eye him curiously. “huh?”

he only grins, turning his back to you and crouching down.  “get on, baby.  nothing’s gonna stop this trip.”

“you’re the worst.”  you grin and oblige him, jumping on him to piggyback to whatever destination he has in mind.  it’s a hot summer day, but the wind in your hair dries the sweat as toji nearly gallops to the nearest mcdonald’s.  the message on the board reads “TOJI. NO.” but he ignores it and quite literally screeches to a halt in the drivethru.

“toji. i’m not doing this again.” aki’s voice drips with annoyance.  toji only grins, walking to see a car parked by the window waiting for their food.  he doesn’t say anything, and you know better than to question his methods.  after a few seconds, he takes off at a breakneck speed and you wrap your arms tightly around his neck to avoid getting thrown off his back.  in a flash, he steals the food that aki was handing to the car waiting, and you glance to see megumi, yuuji, and nobara staring open mouthed at the ridiculous scene.

“sorry son!” toji yells when he sees his kid driving the car.  “man’s gotta eat!”

you giggle and continue to hold on until toji finds a hidden spot for you to enjoy the kids’ food.  after you eat, he motions for you to get back on his back.  in a truly cinematic moment, you drive him off into the sunset on bastard boulevard, smiling at the promise of the roadtrip of a lifetime (it’s to the ihop three streets over).

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[poursomesunaonme]

hello my sweetest beanie. congrats on your milestone!! i love your event idea so much 💕may i request a sakusa drabble for your event?

he loves to use ‘darling’ as a pet name but also can be so sarcastic about it. which makes me think of him as the king of the meet ugly

i’m thinking “itch” as the lyrics and whatever strikes your fancy with sfw/nsfw. thank you bb 💐

GOD I OVE HIM SO MUCH TY PHON !!

cw: friends to lovers, mention of ushiten hehe, smooch, black jackals cameos

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

“c’mon, c’mon.” tendo’s in the same boat as you, just rooting for the opposite team. you ignore the red-haired man’s pleas, watching intently as kiyoomi swiftly takes position as the ball makes it to the setter. it’s a perfect pass.

the ball flies straight into kiyoomi’s hand, and with a practiced ease, he lands the hit right in between the players in the back line. the entire crowd jumps up to cheer. from the corner of your eye, you see satori slump down as his boyfriend’s team loses, but you can’t console him now, not when your best friend just won one of the biggest games of his life.

you sprint down the stands, careful not to lose your balance in all the excitement. you know that he had to meet with his team first, debrief and all that, but you couldn’t wait to meet him in the spot he said that he would be after the game, win or lose. you fiddle with the hem of your shirt—a copy of his jersey that he told you to please not get because it’s embarrasing, but you did it anyway. that’s what friends are for, after all.

you hear a rowdy crowd from behind the main doors and suddenly, they burst open, revealing the tangerine head and the legendary setter. they scurry off after waving to you, knowing that you’re kiyoomi’s friend. teammate after teammate file out, but no sight of him. you begin to let out a sigh, but your breath stops as soon as he steps out as the last of his team.

his mask just hands barely underneath his nose when his eyes flit around the scene, landing on you. the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile that’s conveniently hidden behind his mask as he walks over to you. his pace is slow, and you quickly close the distance by sprinting up to him and nearly jumping on him to give him a massive hug.

“congrats!” you all but shriek into his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m… i’m so proud of you.”

the tops of his cheeks redden from above his mask as his eyes flicker away when he grumbles a thank you, but wraps his arms around your waist. the hug is brief, as he doesn’t enjoy too much physicality with anyone, but his hands stay on your hips when you pull back, knowing his boundaries. he looks down at you, then pulls his mask off his ear to reveal a small, proud smile.

“thank you,” he says a little louder, the adrenaline of the game still pumping through him too much for him to keep up a stoic appearance. “thanks for being here.”

“i don’t think satori would’ve let me miss the game,” you breathe, your hands still around his neck. you don’t want to let go, even if he’s sweaty. “but i wouldn’t have missed it for-”

you’re effectively interrupted by his lips crashing into yours. you make a small sound against him, but dont draw away. instead, your grips tighten on each other. everything else melts away, even his teammates turning around to see his the way your jaw hangs open to let his tongue explore your mouth.

“damn, oomi!” atsumu calls before shoyo shoves him out of the door. you pull away from each other as that, kiyoomi’s eyes shining as he looks down on you.

“let’s… let’s get dinner tonight, yeah, sweetheart?”

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LETS MF GOOOOOOOOOO

back from the dead: masterlist ii

MAIN・M.LIST I・M.LIST III

fics may contain nsfw + dark content. read all individual warnings.

this masterlist contains works for the following:

demon slayer, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, blue lock, kaiju no. 8, bakuten, tokyo ghoul, kuroshitsuji, kamisama kiss, saiki k, noragami, daiya no ace, fire force, fruits basket, magi, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, k project, high rise invasion, katekyo hitman reborn, dragon ball z, & d grayman

see masterlists i & iii for other fandom works.

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[poursomesunaonme]

for the promised event, can i ask for matsukawa issei with the song itch? i’m thinking mostly sfw, but i don’t mind if it gets a little suggestive if your inspiration leads you down that road. i’m all for pet names. i love all of them. go ham. you decide on the trope. whatever the song and issei inspire in you <3

also! this event is so cute and i’m very excited to see what you write for it (both my request ofc but also any other incoming requests) AND ALSO! congratulations on the milestone! well deserved. you’re lovely <3

HI MICAAAA ! thank u for ur submission !!! <3

cw: gn reader, idiots to lovers, cameos from oikawa n iwa, smoochin !

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait / for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

“just terrible, mattsun,” oikawa groans as they both lean back against the couch, finishing a match of their video game.

“you fucked us that round,” issei snaps, tossing the controller onto the coffee table.

“you both just suck.” iwa’s already getting up to get another round of refreshments.

“that may be true,” tooru’s eyes glisten.  “but actually i’m thinking of something else.  something that begins with…” he sings the first letter of your name.  mattsun had been talking about how you fell asleep in his bed the night before (yet again) and he still hasn’t admitted how he feels about you.

“what is it?” issei’s ears burn and he cocks an eyebrow, trying to keep up the cool façade.

“nothing, nothing.” tooru waves a hand teasingly, letting his unspoken thought crackle in the air.

iwa comes back with more drinks and passes them out.  “shittykawa’s too much of an asshole to just flat out say it, but just fucking kiss ‘em already.  you’ve already slept in the same bed - and god how do you do that without nothing occuring - so what difference does it make?”

issei’s mouth opens, then closes as he tries for an answer.

“i’ve never seen you this flustered,” tooru giggles, sipping his drink pointedly.

iwa’s mouth sets in a hard line.  “you just gotta go for it, man.  at this point, it wouldn’t be a mistake if you’re that close.”  he sighs, his hands on his hips.  “but it’ll just get weirder the more you drag it out.  if they’re not gonna make the move, you just gotta do it.  the rest will work itself out.”

tooru’s screen lights up and he types something, then puts it down.

“problem solved. they’re on their way.”

“what-” issei stands up, nearly knocking over the whole table.  his heart begins to pound - he can hear it in his ears.  “you can’t - you can’t just-”

“well, i did!” tooru grins, tugging on iwa’s sleeve.  “they’ll be here in a few.  we’ll give you some privacy.”

they dash out in haste with iwa slapping the back of tooru’s head, leaving mattsun to his own devices while he paces around their shared apartment.  after a few seconds of freaking out, he takes a deep breath.  he brushes his teeth.  he dabs on a bit of cologne.  he slaps his cheeks a few times.  your knock sounds out through the apartment.

“hi,” you breathe when he opens the door.  you peer inside, slightly confused at the strange silence within the apartment.  oikawa had texted you to come hang out, and usually he’s calling out to you when you get there.  and then you see mattsun’s demeanor.  he looks nervous.  his cheeks are flushed.  his lips are slightly parted.  there’s a bit of a sheen of skin on his forehead.

“are you-”

he immediately cuts you off, pressing his mouth against yours.  it’s swift but sweet and he pulls back quickly.  you immediately feel heat rushing into your cheeks as you stare at him, unable to say anything else.  it was an embarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent together, an embarrassingly long amount of time you knew you’d liked him but weren’t sure how to communicate it, an emarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent wanting to kiss him, even if it was just a peck goodnight before you passed out in his bed like clockwork.

“i-”

he effectively cuts you off again, tongue gliding over your bottom lip just to taste the strawberry lip gloss you applied just in case it would finally happen (it had been months and you’d gone through multiple sticks of it).  his breath is heavy through his nose as he breathes, then pulls back.

“listen—sorry it took so long, but... just shut up and kiss me."

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[poursomesunaonme]

beanie imyyyy❤️ so excited to for the promised event!!!! i would like to request kuroo and the song fade ! sfw or nsfw whatever feels right for the song! you know me better than i know myself so i can’t wait to read what you write hehehe 🦭

SOBBINF CRYUBH TY FOR REQUESTING ILY

cw: smoochin, suggested nsfw

"when you fall asleep next to me / it's nice to have you by my side / to keep my body company"

you add the rest of the ingredients to the pot, stirring to make they’re all assimilated when suddenly you hear a key turn in the door lock.  you throw the lid on the pot and scurry to meet your husband when he finally opens the door.

“hi there, beautiful.”  tetsuro smiles, dropping his bags to free his arms to hold you.  his face burrows into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin.  his fingers just slightly dig into your sides to pull you closer to him as your arms wrap around his neck.

“hey, love.”  you grin, pressing a kiss to his temple before he pulls back, not hiding the way his eyes slide and focus directly on your lips.  when he leans down, the first kiss is soft, sweet, and chaste.  you pull back, finding that he leans forward to continue.

“hold on, there,” you giggle.  “dinner’s still working.”

“but what if i wanted to skip to dessert?”  his eyes crinkle with a wide smile, pulling you closer so that your hips press together.  his fingers manage to snag a piece of your hair and twirl it around.

“i’d say you need a well-balanced diet.”  you pull away and walk towards the kitchen, much to his chagrin.

“not even one cheat day?”  you can hear the pout in his voice from behind you.  “c’mon… it’s been a week since i saw you.”

“all the more reason to wait a little while.”  the tongue in your cheek doesn’t win the battle with a smile, but he can’t see your face.

“now that doesn’t make a lick of sense.  but since you’re so adamant about it…”  his lips press a soft kiss behind your ear.  “i’ll just have to listen.”

you serve your bowls of tetsuro’s favorite dish and eat dinner without much incident.  he tells you about the work he did when he was away for a week, all the while devouring his serving in just a few minutes as if to show you how quickly he wants to get back to business at hand.  before you know it, the food is gone, dishes are clean, and he’s practically tearing your clothes off your body.

“just missed you so much,” he mumbles against your tongue and teeth before tracing a line down and back up the column of your throat to kiss you again.

“tet-tetsuro,” you pant as you nimbly undo the buttons of his shirt.  he goes away frequently, ripping the company of his body away.  even so, you never get used to it.  every day of missing him, every day of him not warming the bed, every day of sleeping alone—you poured them all into each kiss, each movement, each breath as you ravished each other.

maybe, you had thought at the beginning of your relationship, maybe we would be cursed to be the kind of people who’s affection eventually died down. 

yet years later, tangled in his limbs and his love, you know that this feeling was never going to fade.

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[poursomesunaonme]

hi i am back with another request for ur promised event hehe. (ty for the first one i treasure it)

but i would like nanami and shape!! really like the endearments sweetheart and baby! u can do whatever u would like with this one!! :-) i’m fine w nsfw or sfw! i love ur writing so i’ll be fine with whatever!!!!

thank uuuu :)

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONEEEEE TURN IT UP

cw: angst/comfort, implied suguru x reader in the glory(ish) days

"can you smooth the looping lines / of fingerprints before your time? / patience with the jagged grooves / of relics that i can't remove / one thing washing up to you / kiss me till the cells are moved on my body”

you’d been reluctant to start seeing kento at first.  the most important reason was that it was satoru’s idea.  

“but you’d be so good together!” he’d practically begged.

you didn’t see the reasoning behind it.

but one day, you finally agreed.  it had been a little awkward, but he was polite, chivalrous, and he was so, so kind.  you felt safe with him; something you hadn’t felt in a long time—not since that year at tech.  a year where everyone was hit by staggering losses.  nothing went unfelt.  yuu dying, suguru dissenting.

but you went unfeeling for years.

years and years and years until satoru called you up, saying that you and kento should go out.  and you couldn’t describe how you felt.  apprehension, sure.  doubt, of course.  excitement… why?

kento had cut himself off after haibara’s death, went off on his own after graduation, swearing off the life of a sorcerer.  you’d accepted that.  everyone had.  but to reappear as a prospect for satoru to play matchmaker was just something so out of the blue and baffling.

you had agreed to satoru’s somewhat blind date out of curiousity, not expecting to be so taken by the way kento had matured.  his time spent outside sorcery had helped in grow in a lot of ways that staying trapped in it would hinder.  you admired him… maybe you were also jealous.

you’re silent, but content, as you lay in bed with him one night, remembering the first time you’d been intimate.  he’d kissed every single scar on your body, leaving no cell untouched.

“seven years,” you whisper out loud, not even meaning to.

“huh?”  he looks over at you from reading his book.

“seven years till all the cells on my body are new.”

“i… i suppose so.”  he turns over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you.  “what are you thinking about?”

“him.”

kento breathes deeply, reaching out to stroke your hair.  “do you wanna talk about it?”

you shake your head.  “not really.  just saying.  it’s been six years.  soon he will never have touched a single cell on my body.”

“you’re right.”  kento sighs, stooping down from his post on his elbow to press a kiss into your shoulder.  each touch of his lips presses a garden into your skin, a bloom of warmth sprouting from your cells.  “may i hold you?”

you nod and are instantly enveloped in his arms as he presses his face into the crook of your neck.

six years of growing and dying, and growing and dying, again and again and again.  six years of crying into your pillow, of screaming angrily into the sky hoping he would hear you.  six years of cells decomposing and regenerating, over and over to make you new.

and it had been one year of flowering, one year of life, one year of golden sunshine eyes watching over you.  kento’s hands were a river and you were a stone.  he smoothed over those old grooves of suguru’s fingerprints, smoothed over the edges he had forcefully cut into your heart.  he held it gently, caressing it until the cells were shed and life flowed through you once again.  he kissed you until you were new, until you were only his.

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[poursomesunaonme]

frothing at the mouth at this masterlist mel im so excited to read em all!!

Cummunity’s Tender Taboos Collab

Step out of your comfort zone or into your happy place by joining Cummunity in our Tender Taboos Collab. This is a project that explores each end of the sensual spectrum as we aim to push our content creators and consumers to their limits.

On one end we have tooth-rotting fluff, the type that makes you soft and giddy, sweetness straight from our creators’ minds as they indulge in tender love and comfort.

On the other end we have anything and everything taboo. We want to give our creators a reason to get absolutely filthy, to write or draw the dirtiest darkest fantasies they’ve ever had.

Explore your own limits with our masterlist below, and let us know which end of the spectrum you find yourself leaning toward.

*This collab will be officially ‘live’ on February 12th, but be sure to check back before then as some of our creators will be submitting early entries!

Warning: Tender Taboos features extremely dark content. Each piece will be tagged appropriately, so make sure you read the warnings before diving in lest you stumble upon something that makes you uncomfortable.

Keep reading

[poursomesunaonme]

hihi!!! this is for the promise event drabble thing hehe.

I just wanted to request a bokuto drabble w the song golden ring. sfw!!! i really like the nickname sweetheart.

no real premise!! u can write whatever but i really like the trope friends to lovers :) tysm!!!

THIS MADE ME SO WEAK PLEASEAJ;SEKFJEOIPWAFEAP ty for ur submission ! hope to see more of u here <3

cw: hangover, snuggles, smooch!

there are two things you feel when the sunlight rudely casts you awake.

1) a merciless hangover

2) a wall pressed against your back

the first, you can’t do anything about but groan out a “jeez” and feel how dry and cracked your throat is from the loss of body water and screaming for the entire night while on a bar crawl.

the second… that’s a different story.

you attempt a stretch and discover a pair of arms and nearly a leg wrapped around you.  the object on your back is basically a furnace, and you begin to feel a sheen of sweat bead on your forehead.  craning your neck, you find two amber eyes staring at you.

“fuck!” you jump, which draws a large grin from koutarou.

“i take it you’re feeling amazing this morning!” he chuckles.  barely, just barely, you feel his arms tighten around you.  you stick your tongue in your cheek to fight back a smile as you straighten your head and nuzzle into the pillow.

“never better,” you murmur.  

“that was… quite the night,” he breathes.  a pressure appears on the back of your neck and you stiffen slightly at the feeling of that and the soft breath from his nose that fans over the bottom of your hairline.  no way.

“i don’t even remember getting home,” you admit, trying to keep your voice from shaking as you frantically deny deny deny that his lips are on the back of your neck.

he pulls back and you let out a sigh of relief but what the fuck was that.  “me either.”

“guess we’ll have to watch everyone’s stories to piece the night together.”  you stir again, feeling just how close he is to you.  it’s not like this is the first time it’s happened—although it’s never felt like this.  you and koutarou have been friends forever, having gone to high school together.  he had texted you a month ago that he was coming back to tokyo for a few days because the jackals were giving them the time off and you both made plans with a few friends to do a bar crawl to celebrate.  maybe you should text keiji and ask if there was anything missing that you needed to know from the black spots of the previous evening.

“maybe.”  his lips appear on your shoulder and you crane your neck again, eyes meeting the golden depths again.  it’s impossible to resist the magnetism when he lifts his head, his lips hovering a breath away from yours.

“koutarou?”

you let the words you were going to say pass to him in the form of a kiss.  how much you’d missed him as he was 200+ miles away.  it’s tender, nothing demanding, nothing permanent.  it’s just… right now, this moment.  do you even want to bother with the logistics and details and consequences?  not particularly.  will it last forever?  who knows.  is it perfect in this exact moment?  absolutely.

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[poursomesunaonme]

tobio kageyama’s middle name is flounder i think….

if you don’t mind, please consider tobio + flounder, you can choose n/sfw — pls gift your wondrous magic on us beanie 🧎

TY FOR UR SUGGESTION BB

cw: weekend adventure w kags!

“and i don't mind to devolve a bit / learn to love the simple shit / forget we sprouted legs and walked the sand”

“i think this is the best thing i’ve ever eaten.”  you grin, your mouth full of the candy bar tobio had packed in your lunches.  a few bits of it sticks to the corners of your mouth as you gobble it down like your last meal.

“you’ve said that about everything you’ve eaten so far.”  he smiles softly, taking a napkin and wiping away the crumbs still stuck to your lips.

“well, it’s true. everything tastes better after you’ve gotten to do a bit of work for it."

you and tobio survey the path you took up the mountain as you finish the last few bites of food.  you’d spent all morning hiking up to a spot that someone had recommended to the two of you.  it was a bit off the beaten path to the campsite you wanted to get to, but you had the whole weekend to explore, and it was a worth excursion.

the lake sat situated in the mountains, completed unpolluted by the business of the city miles and miles away.  it was freezing cold at such a high altitude, but that was useful in a bit of a cooldown when you were both so sweaty and overworked.

“that everything?”  he studies your empty wrappers and snack bags with a trained eye.  you nod, placing your trash in your bag.  “ready to keep going?”

you survey the area.  the lake was a deep blue, reflecting the darkest parts of the sky.  the wind rushed across it, making choppy waves diluted by the sunlight glaring off of the few peaks.

“wanna stay here just a bit longer.”

“that’s okay.”

it isn’t very often that the two of you get to go out like this.  when he has time off practice, you usually stay home and let him rest.  however, he insisted on this.  it was something that he had wanted to do for a long time.

“say, you wouldn’t mind setting up the tent right here, would you?”

he thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.  “nah.  let’s do it.”

the sun dips below the mountain peaks when you finally finish getting everything ready.  he makes sure to stir the fire when you sit down next to him on the log he dragged to the campsite.

“i just wanna live out here,” you murmur, leaning against his shoulder.  “just like… fuckin’ cavemen or something.”

“you know there are actually people who live out here, right?”  he smirks, but you feel the pressure of his head when he returns the affection.

“yeah, yeah.   just… it’s so simple, you know?”

“yeah.  i know.”

“maybe one day.”  a draft of wind brings the smoke from the fire directly into your face.  you sputter, turning your head to bury your eyes and nose into tobio’s arm to avoid the sharp sting in your eyes and throat.

“maybe one day.”

you’re silent for a few minutes, relishing in the songs of the birds and the crackling of the fire.  when you stand to go inside the tent, tobio extinguishes the fire before following you and zipping the flap up behind you.

“it would be fun… to live out here peacefully,” he comments when he settles into the sleeping bag beside you.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”  he presses a swift kiss to your temple before whispering ‘good night’ and wrapping you up in his arms.  together, you drift off peacefully to the sounds of the earth around you.

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[poursomesunaonme]

BEANIE CONGRATS!!

Hope you have fun with this event! Can I request some sfw (angst and unrequited love) for Armin and Security Question?

Thank you in advance and looking SO FORWARD TO THIS <3

marie !! thank u sooo much for ur submission !! (for all my other pals, submissions are still open !)

cw: angst, unrequited love, eremika appearance

"wish i could ask, 'how was your day?' / i wish i knew the person's name / you think of under the covers when you slip into the night"

the light from the tv screen flickers over your body as the couch swallows you into the space between armin and mikasa.  you simply wish you could disappear.  eren’s arm wraps securely around mikasa, her legs thrown over his in a lazy show of affection.  you and armin?  nothing.  your legs don’t even touch.  

snores from next to you pique your interest, and you glance over, finding both eren and mikasa’s eyes shut as they sleep peacefully through the movie.  do you tell armin?  could this be a chance?  you don’t think he heard them yet, so you decide to leave it be.  just for now.

you stretch your legs, but armin doesn’t seem to notice.  he pulls out his phone and starts texting someone, but you can’t see who it is because of his privacy screen.  it could be jean or connie, it could be that girl he mentioned off-handedly to eren when the four of y’all were eating dinner.  you really hope it was just one of the boys.  

he sighs, relaxing his body, and his thigh presses against yours.  you try to cage the reaction, the slight jump—but you can’t.  it’s not like it matters anyway.  armin isn’t even paying attention, still texting.  you lean back into the couch, wishing it would gobble you whole, wishing it would suck this feeling out of your body.

you’d liked armin for a several weeks now.  he was kind and considerate and he probably didn’t even mean for his actions to be considered flirtatious.  it was a welcome change of pace from the shitty previous relationships you’d been in, so maybe that was why you’d found yourself bending over backwards so he would notice you and give you a one armed hug when you all hung out together and he would ask you about your day because it simply was the nice thing to do.

was it pathetic?  yes.  did you care?  not really.

your heart accelerates when he relaxes further, sinking into the couch as he stretches his arms over the back of it.  it’s not meant to be a move on you, but you can’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks at the thought that maybe it is.  you can’t return anything, though.  you can’t alert him to your feelings.

the movie credits roll, and you gently nudge mikasa awake, who in turn mumbles into eren’s hair as she pulls him off the couch and they stumble tiredly to eren’s room.  and then it’s just you and armin.  you stretch your legs out, begging for the feeling inside you to dissipate.

“how… how was your day?”

the question echoes like a bombshell in the quiet living room when it leaves your lips without your permission.  you want to slap a hand into your forehead.  you could’ve asked this hours ago when the four of you first got together.  armin swallows, looking slightly confused, before answering.

“it was good.  how was yours?”

you couldn’t have made the situation more awkward.  you stand up to leave, grabbing your bag.

“it was good.”  you sigh, chewing your bottom lip as you tug the hem of your tshirt nervously.  “i’m… i’m gonna head home.”

“be safe.”  he smiles, going in for a friendly one armed hug that you straight up want to refuse because of how platonic it is, but you can’t because it means you’re touching him.

you pad over to the door, hand freezing over the doorknob.  “armin, i-”

i think i really like you.  i’ve never felt this way about anyone else.  can i spend the night?  can you hold me?  would you kissed me if i asked you?  would you love me if i asked you?  

“nevermind.  have a good night.”

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[poursomesunaonme]

promised

a 1k followers mini-event <3

deadline to submit: august 13th

in my ask box, send me:

a character

i mainly write for snk, jjk, hq, and kny, so dm & ask about a character if theyre in another fandom !

a song from below

sfw/nsfw

pls indicate any pet names u prefer / or lack thereof

any specific trope you like, or u can let me take it and roll w it !

if nsfw, pls make sure ur age is in ur bio & include preferred kinks / icks !

when i finish ur submission, pls reblog !

must be following to participate!

pls boost if you can ! ive been on hiatus so not sure how many people im reaching & i really wanna write !!

drabbles will be ~ 500 words

the driving force behind this collab is my obsession w the musician/artist quinnie! her music rocks my world and ive never listened to someone who spoke so deeply to my soul <3 here are the song/lyric choices:

man

"so fuck all your gold stars / the cherries in the backyard / no amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart"

security question

"wish i could ask, 'how was your day?' / i wish i knew the person's name / you think of under the covers when you slip into the night"

itch

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

touch tank

"he's so pretty when he goes down on me / gold skinned, eager, baby blue shirt out the laundry / he tells me he's gentle when he wants to be / so i think he wants to be gentle with me"

popcorn and juice

"[wanna] fall asleep in the car after the waterpark / with the radio soft in your ears / august coppertone tan, crannies filled up with sand / and saltwater still clogging your ears"

promised

"you're dryer steam, you're someone's wet dream / ice cream for a meal"

fade

"when you fall asleep next to me / it's nice to have you by my side / to keep my body company"

shape

"can you smooth the looping lines / of fingerprints before your time? / patience with the jagged grooves / of relics that i can't remove / one thing washing up to you / kiss me till the cells are moved on my body

gold ring

"it's a gold ring / deep inside a junk drawer / maybe it's forever / maybe i'm not sure"

gold star

"i'll wait up for you / i'll wake up for you / ... / make my bed for you / when you finally come through / can you give me a gold star / and see me through?"

honestly tho if i didnt include another one of her songs that u like then send it in !!

masterlist

mattsun + itch

armin + security question

satoru + gold star

bokuto + gold ring

noya + promised

satoru + itch

yuuji + fade

satoru + touch tank

atsumu + popcorn and juice

tetsuro + fade

kiyoomi + itch

kento + shape

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also plugging flounder by quinnie (go stream ! it will change ur life !)

(heart divider from @cafekitsune)

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