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[sheryl-lee]

hey sameera! how are you? you still on tumblr? any health updates to share with those who care? <3

oh hi!!! thank you for checking in, that's so kind of you ❤️ i am ~sorta~ still on tumblr, just took a bit of a break these past few weeks. in a lot of pain these days and just not doing very well. sleeping, eating, and existing in general is taxing, and it's just been getting increasingly worse everyday.

i also found out recently that i likely have an autoimmune disease called juvenile idiopathic arthritis that has been the source of the damage and bone loss in my jaw joints (i talked about this a bit more in my pinned post). so it's been a lot to process. mostly i'm just angry and sad that the disease went completely undiagnosed for ~10 years because my pediatric providers were willfully oblivious and dismissive of my pain the whole time. if it had been caught/treated earlier, the joints could have been saved.

still consulting with surgeons (you wouldn't believe how uneducated most surgeons are on this very complex issue, and most consults are booked out for months). i most likely will have to travel several hours to a different state just to get surgery. so i probably won't be very active on tumblr for the next few months until there's a real plan in place. i'm trying to stay positive, but sadly things will only get worse before they get better.

thanks again for reaching out and for thinking of me 🥺

[willgrahamscock]

Followed you because I wanted to be happier scrolling on my dashboard. You bring joy to Tumblr, miss cock!

I needed to see this because I was starting to feel really alone and depresso espresso again, thank you 💖

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[hoe4hotchner]

Hey can you do more of Aaron x non bau rich fem!reader. Like maybe with jack

ANON!!!! I’m just out here living my rich stepmom life now, okay? Jack is so cute!!!! I swear I’m weak for domestic Hotch | WC: 423

Inside the living room, you sat on the floor, surrounded by colorful art supplies, while Jack busily worked on his latest school project. The grand space, often reserved for elegant soirées and refined gatherings, had been transformed into a cozy art studio for the day, with large sheets of paper spread out, and markers and paint scattered everywhere.

Jack, his little face scrunched in concentration, held up his creation for you to see. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly, showing off a drawing of what appeared to be a dragon, flying over a castle that looked suspiciously like your home.

You smiled warmly, leaning closer to inspect the details. “It’s perfect, Jack! I love how fierce the dragon looks. You’re getting really good at this. I'm sure your teacher will be impressed with your skills and give you a gold star for the fairy tale topic!” you praised, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

Jack beamed at your words. “I think Dad’s going to like it, too,” he said, glancing toward the doorway where Hotch had been watching the two of you quietly, his expression soft.

Aaron’s voice cut through the gentle ambiance. “I’m sure I will,” he said, walking into the room and joining you on the floor. His suit jacket was off, and his tie loosened for the first time all day, but he looked relaxed.

“Dad, look! I made the dragon like the one from the book you read to me last night,” Jack explained, already diving into another story about his creation.

You exchanged a fond look with Aaron, who smiled at the scene. This — these simple moments — they were everything to him. “I think we have a true artist on our hands,” Aaron said, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he sat down beside you, his eyes were full of affection for the both of you.

You grinned, pulling Jack into a little side hug. “I’d say so. I think we'll need more wall space for all of his masterpieces though,” you teased, already scouting which painting you'd have to take down. It made Jack giggle.

Aaron chuckled softly too, his arm slipping around your waist as he looked between the two people he cared for most. It wasn’t the opulence of the mansion or the high-profile life that mattered to him — it was the warmth of the family you had created, the quiet joy of being together, and the love that effortlessly filled the room every time you were together.

[dawntized]

hey babe, just stumbled across your page and you’re a literal god send.

Absolutely no pressure if you’d like to decline, but I was wondering if I could request Josh fucking the reader at the lodge before everyone else arrives. Yknow, they’re just trying to make use of their time before everything starts.

have a lovely day/evening 💗

thank you so much :(( <3 much love

“c’mon baby.. the others won’t be here for a while.” josh pleaded, he pressed his lips to your neck, knowing exactly how to get you weak. “josh.. what if they come early..” you whined, your eyes flicking to the front door.

no matter how much you’d enjoy being dicked down on every surface in the house, your group of friends were unpredictable and you really didn’t feel like getting caught by them.

“i’ll just lock the doors. they can wait til we’re done.” josh began to peel off your jacket, then his own. you snorted, “leaving them out in the cold, huh? you’re a bad friend, josh washington.”

josh shrugged, “who cares? would rather feel this pretty pussy wrapped around me.” his hand ghosted over your cunt covered by your jeans, earning a small whine from you. “there she is,” he smirked.

josh pulled you over to the couch, letting you lay down before he climbed between your legs. he dove down, pressing his lips to yours. the kiss escalated quickly, his tongue exploring your mouth as you desperately moaned into his mouth.

josh pulled away, his chest heaving, “fuck, you drive me crazy,” he pulled his shirt over his head while you did the same.

he leaned back down, kissing and nipping at your neck making you arch into his touch. his fingers fumbled with the button on your jeans as he left marks all along your neck. “want you so bad, josh..” you said, aiding him in his attempt to remove your pants.

once he slid them off, he moved back so he was face level with your heat. “you’re soaking through your panties, princess.” josh commented. he leaned forward, pressing his tongue to your clothed slit, making you squirm in his hold. “s-shit, josh!” you moaned, “feels so good,”

josh smirked before he pulled your panties to the side, finally diving in to your cunt. josh began licking and sucking at your clit like a man starved. your hands flew down to his hair, pulling at the locks as he fucked you with his tongue.

“c’mon, pretty girl. lemme see you fall apart.” he panted before he latched his lips on your clit, moaning around the sensitive bud. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum!” you cried before your back arched and a loud moan ripped from your throat.

josh lapped up the juices that gushed from your hole, humming softly as he sat up. he stood momentarily to pull down his bottoms before he went back to his previous spot.

you bit your lip as your eyes trailed down his body, his cock stood tall, his tip leaking precum. “like what you see?” josh chuckled.

you nodded before reaching up to pull josh to your lips. his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, aligning the tip with your entrance before he slowly pushed in. you both groaned in unison as josh slid into your cunt.

josh rocked his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust. “fuck, baby,” josh grunted, his hips increasing in speed, “cum for me one more time,” he leaned down attaching his lips to your neck once more while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“oh, fuck, josh! ‘m cumming!” you screamed, your back arching as your orgasm washed over you. josh gripped your hips tightly, chasing his own high. “shit shit shit—“ josh groaned before he pulled out, his cum spurting on your stomach.

he fell back onto the couch, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. there was a comfortable silence before a knock rang throughout the whole cabin. “josh? you in there? fuck, let us in it’s cold out here,” chris said, his fists pounding on the door.

you shot up, scrambling to collect your clothes. josh did the same, slipping on his many layers. “i’ll meet you upstairs, princess. we can continue this later.” he smirked, giving your ass a smack before you disappeared upstairs <3

[mattslolita]

bff! chris who eats you out as a ‘joke’

EEEKKKKK dpwm....

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bff!chris . . . who would say, "wouldn't it be funny if i ate you out?" he's looking at you lazily, arm resting behind yours on the couch as he looks at you, a smirk etched on his features. you'd look at him with wide eyes, shocked that he would say that to you. "i mean, chris's that's not exactly fu-" "no, it'd be funny," he waves you off, hand coming down to dance along your thighs.

bff!chris . . . who has an idea of how his simple touch affects you. he'd seen the lingering stares you gave him, driving you crazy, even. he wasn't stupid, he never missed the way you'd have to clench your thighs whenever he got a little too close to you — and he was gonna use it to his advantage, have his fun with you.

bff!chris . . . who would smirk as you stare at in disbelief, yet he sees the way you clench your thighs when his hand gently grips the flesh of your exposed skin, cause of course you were barely fuckin' covered up around him. "c'mon, it'd be funny, yeah?"

bff!chris ... who's already leaning down to position himself in between your legs, whilst you mumble a quick, "so, so funny..." you watch him nervously, his eyes trained on you as he slowly discards your shorts from under you, chuckling when he sees the lacy panties you're wearing underneath them — a wet patch already resides there, and he tsks, running his hand over them, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

bff!chris . . . who would say, "looks like m'not the only one who liked the joke, yeah?" he smirks, yanking your panties down from under you, which caused another gasp to leave your lips.

bff!chris . . . who it immediately entranced by your glistening folds, having liked you ready and waiting for him much more than he thought — part of him wants to tease you, take his time since he knows how much control he has over you at the moment. but he looks up at your impatient expression, eyes blown wide as you sit there, biting your lip in anticipation.

bff!chris . . . who wastes no time in diving right in, his lips attaching to your clit, which pulls a breathy whine from you. it's a sound he could get used to more often, his hands gripping the plush of your thighs as he laps at your cunt like a man starved. your hands tug at his curls that frame his face, and he grunts, sending vibrations through your pussy as his tongue does figure eights inside of your throbbing cunt.

bff!chris ... who feels the heat rush to his dick as your legs tighten around his head, urging him on — he adds one of his digits inside your already puffy cunt. "f-fuck, oh m'gosh chris..." you'd whine, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue works wonders inside of you, his digit curling and hitting just the right spots.

bff!chris ... who wants to see your face as you're on the brink of your orgasm. "can feel your legs shakin' angel...s'close, huh? thas it, wan' you to let go f'me..." his eyes are glued on you as he continues to eat you out, curling his finger inside you.

bff!chris ... whose cock twitches in his pants when you scream, "shit, shit, fuck, m'cumming!" you let out a lewd moan as your legs shake violently, and you cum all over his face, leaving your juices glistening all over his pretty mouth.

bff!chris ... who nearly overstimulates you as he laps up your juices, having not had enough of your taste just yet. you squeal and push his head away, and he comes up with a grin as he wipes the remainder of your juices that drip from his chin, and he shoves those fingers inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

bff!chris ... who would say, "now how bout' you put that pretty mouth round' my dick for shits and giggles?"

[puckingeccedentesiast]

What do you think Luke would be like with his girl who can’t sleep?

I just know Luke would be so gentle, to m he seems like a light sleeper and even if he’s not fully conscious he normally reacts to your movements. The first time you turn over, trying to find a comfortable spot he lets out a mix between a groan and a whine. His arms encircling you and holding you tight against him like a teddy. The next few turns start to wake him up, “Wha’s up pretty?”

���Can’t sleep.” You’d mumble back, almost petulantly, leg squirming under the sheet.

Luke wouldn’t miss a beat, he’d just wiggle closer so he was half on top of you, almost like a weighted blanket. A hand carding through you hair as he’d mumble to you, absentminded things about his day or this new recipe he wants to try. He’d continue talking quietly and stroking your hair until your breath evened out and he knew he had succeeded.

[ghostaholics]

I am LIVING for your jealous/possessive enemies with benefits ghost. He sees reader being a little too friendly with another man and goes FERAL. Nobody knows why. Not even him.

❝ 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋. ❞ Fucks your throat raw, likes seeing your lips stretched around his cock, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth and trickling down your chin as you struggle to take all of him in, just a little messy; the way you allow your muscles to go slightly lax to deep-throat him, but it’s still so goddamn tight. And you spoil him with your mouth, gently sucking at the head and tonguing the entirety of him, even better when you add your palm too, can’t quite wrap your fingers around his cock but it’s hot and slippery and all that matters is you’re trying your best. His hand is threaded through your hair, close to the scalp, close to the roots and flexing hard when you swallow him to the hilt – loves that this lets him control your movements. From the expression on your face, this fucked-out, glazed-over look, he can tell that you’re enjoying it more than he is; gets his point proven when you snake your fingers down between your legs to play with your clit because you just can’t help yourself. (❝ What would all of ‘em think if they saw you on your knees for me, huh, sweetheart? ❞) And there’s something really satisfying to him hearing how utterly wrecked your voice is the next day when you sound hoarse trying to talk to other people.

❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇. ❞ He has you facing the mirror, sitting reverse on his lap with your legs wrenched apart – forces you to pay attention to how his cock’s got you split open like this, the easiest way for him to work himself inside your cunt. He’s got one hand on your hip, guiding you up and down just how you need him at a rough and steady rate. His other hand spans over your jaw, your throat; directing you to look at your reflection and how it’s him that’s ruining you – your wet and sticky slickness soaking his cock. He wants you to see what he sees: you, taking him so well, everything that he offers. (❝ No. Eyes open. Gotta remind you who’s the only one that can turn you into such a fucking mess like this, yeah? ❞)

❝ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓. ❞ He mutters it under his breath, has a hand over your mouth to stifle your noises – Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn loud; in the blackness of the supply closet where he’s got you, back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist (❝ Just a quick fuck, c’mon. I know you’re aching for it. ❞) – only needs five minutes to get you off. And when you’re groaning too fucking much while he pounds into your cunt, Ghost tells himself that he doesn’t want to be caught dead with you like this. You don’t either, of course, considering the mutual feelings of animosity shared between the two of you. So it’s a low growl, a warning from him: ❝ If you don’t shut up, they’re gonna hear us— ❞ But the idea only rips another long moan from your throat. And when he sees how much you might actually want that, for somebody to walk by and figure out that you’re getting stuffed full of his cock, it makes him fuck you even harder just to test how good you can keep quiet for him.

𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔!𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 || 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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[sheryl-lee]

*evil boops you* (with love <3)

NO YOU (also with love <3)

[14dayswithyou]

Hello! Hey! Hi!

How would Ren/Redacted react if angel texted them this?

REN

[ 9:14 PM ] oh!!! [ 9:14 PM ] that's so cute ^.^ [ 9:45 PM ] WAIT, WWAIT WAIT [ 9:46 PM ] ARE ? YOY [ 9:46 PM ] ARE YOU ASKING ME TO COME OV ER?????

[REDACTED]

[ 11:11 PM ] lol [ 11:11 PM ] finally swapping out your haruko plushie for me [ 11:11 PM ] ?* [ 11:12 PM ] im omw

[lavshaze]

Act of defiance

✧ contains ⤐ smut, once again <3 oral but not in the way you think. d/s dynamics, silco being a professional brat tamer, another vision that came to me in a dream, silco sex dreams are ruining my life but also making it way better. w.c ~ 1.2k

Ao3 version

“Look at me.”

Usually, you’d obey. 

Orders from Silco weren’t uncommon, especially when you’re in the bedroom, lying under him in all your naked glory. Usually, this wouldn’t require a second thought— he’d say something and you would listen, and that had granted you five months of mind-blowing, life-changing sex. 

But not tonight. No, you'd give him absolutely nothing tonight. 

Stubbornly, you turn your head to the side, biting down on your lips as you pretend like this isn't happening right now. 

“Look at me.” 

Silco doesn't like when his words fall on deaf ears, you know it gets on his nerves because he's a little control freak. And up until tonight, you'd been so obedient, so eager to tend to his every desire, you'd have given him the moon if he asked, and you'd have continued to be as such if he didn't fucking piss you off. 

You scoff, keeping your gaze firmly planted on his bedside table. You read the titles of the books on display over and over, memorizing the colors and spines and which ones are a little crooked and which ones are finished, aged by the passage of time and the repeated strokes of slightly damp fingers. 

You could feel Silco seething on top of you. 

Hot breath warming the side of your face, you see his lips contort into a sneer from your peripheral vision. You're tempted to look at him, stare directly into his mismatched eyes and tell him to fuck off.

But before you can think to do anything, he pushes himself into you, one rough thrust that has you contorting every muscle in your body to ignore the white hot pleasure it sends through your entire being. You squeeze around him and sharply inhale, but you keep your head planted to the side. You weren't going to let him win this, you weren't going to give in. 

He groans, possibly at the way you feel around him, but also because your little show of defiance is probably causing him a great headache. Another exhausting day of running Zaun and he doesn't even get to enjoy having you all to himself, all because you're dead set on being stubborn. His bare chest heaves against yours, skin on skin, but you're determined to be as far away from him as possible. 

He moves slowly, pulling out all the way and easing himself back in, at a much softer pace than the first thrust, almost like he's apologizing. Too bad he sucks at actual apologies, you'd have crumbled by now if he had shown the smallest signs of actual remorse. But that's just who Silco is, stubborn till the end. 

Unfortunately for him, so were you. 

He sets a regular pace, entering you over and over again in a slow languid motion, nose burying into your neck trying to redirect your gaze so you'd look at him. When you don't budge, he draws back sharply, and you can tell he's all out of patience now. Silco is one of those people blessed— cursed— with patience that lasts for a total of five seconds. 

Especially tonight, especially after the long day he’s had. Didn’t you know that enforcing his power upon the other, increasingly annoying, chem-barons had put him on edge? Didn’t you know that he had thought of you all day, missing the way your face contorts when he’s inside you? Had you no idea that he is on the verge of falling apart if he doesn’t receive a healthy dose of your affection soon? 

Maybe you knew, maybe you just didn’t care. 

The thought angers him.

“I said,” long fingers grasp the side of your face, digging into your skin, “look at me.” 

He turns your head so you're facing him now, sharp glare boring into his dark eyes. He glares back, good eyebrow furrowing, and something else flickers in his eye besides anger— something warm and delicious and dangerously enticing. 

“You little defiant brat.” 

He spits it out like an insult. You observe his lips curl around every syllable of the word; brat, brat, brat, brat. 

“Always so obedient, always so eager to listen to me, to do what I ask of you. Who knew that under that little angel act you were such a devilish whore?”

Whore, whore, whore.  

He brings his thumb to your lips, tracing the outline of the bruised exterior— the aggressive kisses he had planted on them beforehand— before he slowly pushes the digit into your warm, wet mouth. Your lips reflexively curl around the appendage, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue runs over it. The taste sends a pulse of pleasure through your body, particularly affecting the part where you’re connected. You suck on his finger and tighten your thighs around his waist. He uses his other arm to elevate one of your legs and wrap it around his waist, reaching an entirely new angle that has you squirming around his finger.  

A little show of power never hurt anyone. Or maybe it did, you didn't really care about that right now. 

But as he's watching you take him in, eyelids drooping as you look up at him, vulnerable under his control, you decide you're not going to let him enjoy this for much longer. You bring your teeth down around his finger and bite, hard. 

You expect him to withdraw, to sneer at you and degrade you some more then draw back so he can stand tall and fuck the shit out of you. But he doesn't; instead, he plants his finger deeper in your mouth, pressing on your tongue as you gag around it. Your eyes water slightly and you're in disbelief at how utterly turned on you are.  

“You think I can't handle a little bit of biting here and there? Darling, I thought you'd know better.” 

You gaze into his eyes, feeling much less defiant now, instead looking to satisfy that aching need in your lower belly. You're one second away from pulling his finger out of your mouth and begging when he draws back. 

In the blink of an eye, you lose his finger in your mouth and his cock inside you. Feeling hopelessly empty and blindsided, you open your mouth to protest, but you don't get the chance to. Instead, you're lifted by your hips and flipped around like a potato sack being thrown around. You flop down on your stomach helplessly, probing yourself up on your arms so you can turn to look at him.

“Silco.” 

What's meant as a demand comes out as a whine and your face warms up in embarrassment. It's hard to mask the want in your body when you're this frustrated. 

His rough hands palm the curve of your ass as a sharp smile curls on his lips. “Ah, so you can talk after all, just not to answer to my orders, hm?” 

“Sil, please, I'm sorry-” 

He places his cock between your cheeks, “you know how I utterly despise unfinished work, dove. I’m going to need you to stick with your plan till the very end.” 

The menacing look in his eyes makes a shiver run down your spine as he leans forward to whisper the next few words. 

“Let’s see how many orgasms that attitude will be rewarding you with tonight.” 

[riaki]

OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES

BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if

What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass

But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.

Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show

Maybe she realizes that

Maybe she starts thinking

Maybe she drifts apart

And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see

Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell

And Gojo goes again

And he reels her in

And once he has her

Only to see as her smile begins to fade

As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again

And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand

As he slowly takes away your smiles again.

But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...

You hope.

sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣

this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!

yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.

fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.

so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.

it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.

eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.

once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.

but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

paaaaaaart one

[snail-migraine]

Imagine the angst material of reader willingly deluding themselves into madness by creating hallucinations to escape from the tower after Malleus puts them there.

Especially if they create a new family inside of their head!

Malleus: *Was about to forgive the punishment bc he misses their baby.*

Reader: *Having a full-on engaged conversation with the wall in front of them, aka their imaginary father rather happily.*

Malleus: ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

See this is interesting because my response to any questions is the same. Typically.

Usually it involves Malleus either begging on his knees or putting reader into re-education.

With this one however, Mallues is just at a loss. His baby lost touch with reality, now forever doomed to be haunted by visions and apparitions that aren't even real. And guess whose at fault?

Him.

The guilt tears through him and can't help but beat himself over it. He realizes just how painful the tower must've been for you. His sweet little baby, locked away in a dingy old tower away from the father. Away from any part if of the real world. Of course you lost you mind, how could he be so stupid as to do this to you.

He ends up hugging your body close to his, you barely even react when he hugs you. He sobs apology after apology out of his mouth. The response he gets to his sorrows his your incoherent babbling. His cries in you shoulder get louder, and he runs his hand through your hair. Sniffling,

"Don't worry baby, Papa's here. Papa won't leave you alone again.."

-Anon-Yan

[dawntized]

can you write something about making a sex tape with josh 🙈

“spread ‘em a little more, honey.” josh murmured from behind you, “let the camera see how soaked you are for me.” his breath was hot against your neck as he snaked his arm around your waist.

josh pressed the pad of his middle finger to your clit, slowly circling the bud as you whined in his arms. “josh, baby, please..” you said as your hand grasped at his forearm, “lemme ride you, please,”

josh raised his eyebrow at your words but quickly obliged, who was he to pass up seeing you bounce in his lap?

you moved away, allowing him to scoot back on the bed to the pillows. once he was comfortable, he motioned you over. since you two were on camera, you decided to give it a show.

you climbed into his lap, your back facing him. “s-shit, princess,” he breathed, his hands found your hips, guiding you onto his length. you leaned back, giving the camera a view of where the two of you were connected.

a string of curses left your lips as josh filled you to the brim. “you feel so good, baby. my good girl.. givin’ the camera a show,” josh grunted, his grip tightening a bit as you started to move on his cock. “mmph, fuck, josh!” you moaned, letting one of your hands fall to your heat, your fingers rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

“i won’t last long.. you’re clenching me so tight, pretty-!” josh felt himself nearing the edge quicker than normal as you desperately bounced in his lap. “cum with me, josh,” you whimpered.

josh felt himself tip over the edge, you followed close behind, moaning loudly as josh shot his load into your spasming cunt. “always so good for me,” josh sighed, helping you off his length before pushing you down on the bed.

he slotted himself between your legs, his head between your thighs as he watched his cum drip out of you. “let’s really give ‘em a show.” he mumbled before diving in to your cunt.

josh quickly brought you to your second of many orgasms that night, all on camera for you two to watch back later <3

[islandofthedollz]

I feel like Jimmy would def be into coquette/hyper feminine girls who are hella naive (totally not self inserting)

⁠❥ As a fellow Coquette/ hyper fem girlie I love this shout out to all the girlies. Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, I tend to get all my room decor about this time of the year because it’s everything is so cute. I think the girls who are all pink to the gym is a power move ngl props if your lifting and wearing a skort.

⁠❥ Jimmy would love the idea of you being all dainty and cute.

⁠❥ Whenever you go to your vanity and do your make up and hair, he laughs at you making jokes that you’re playing dress up.

⁠❥He loves it when you look up at him with your cute big eyes telling him that you learned what snowballing is from one of your friends.

⁠❥ the first time you take it to a sex store you cover your eyes because you’ve never seen a dildo before and you’re too embarrassed to hold it until look at it he laughs and makes fun of you.

⁠❥ He likes the idea you don’t have a lot of experience and that you usually would believe anything.

⁠❥ one time he was smoking and you asked him if you can try to smoke and you inhaled the cigar started coughing.Jimmy said smoking wasn’t for innocent cute girls.

⁠❥ You basically decorated your shared living space so it’s super cute with a tiny amount of Jimmy’s decoration in a corner.

⁠❥ He tells you he likes to think you get all pretty for him.

⁠❥ He says he hates going shopping with you but secretly he really likes it especially when you give him a fashion show in the dressing room, saying which dress he likes better or these pink leggings are cute.

⁠❥ You two make such an interesting couple that people turn their heads. someone who’s really cute and pink and feminine has her make up all well put together has really cute accessories holding hands with a scruffy man who has a dirty shirt and unkept hair.

⁠❥Your parents disapprove of the two of you dating. You have no experience and you’re dating an older man. But you don’t see that Jimmy loves you and you love him so you don’t see anything wrong.

⁠❥ People are really curious but personally about your relationship dynamic for sure.

⁠❥ You also made him a really cute heart-shaped cake for your anniversary and you both have matching bracelets that you made for him. He says he doesn’t wear, but he wears it under his uniform because the long sleeves cover it! 

[dollfacefantasy]

Do you think Chris has an authority kink? I bet if you called him Captain in bed it would make him instantly cum 🤠

oh my god yes yes yes i 10000% agree anon. 'captain redfield' and 'sir' are what do it for him.

he doesn't really ever think about it beforehand. like he knows he likes being the one in charge. he likes being the one to handle and take care of you. but captain redfield isn't who he is with you. at least until you say he is.

he's got you folded up underneath him, legs over his shoulders while he pounds into your pussy. the tip of his cock strikes that sweet electric spot inside you that makes you see stars. you don't even mean to, but you let out a little plea. something like "faster, sir."

and that gets him going. he fucks into you faster just like you requested, his grip on your thighs nearly bruising. his eyes droop and dilate from watching you writhe and shimmer with sweat beneath him.

"this good enough, baby? fast enough for you?" he grunts, "think you're gonna cum soon?"

you nod wildly, whimpering "mhm, mhm. please, captain redfield."

it's like the words set off a bomb inside him because in an instant, he's bottoming out and shooting hot ropes of cum between your walls. he grips the pillows beside your head so he doesn't snap the bones in your legs. never did he think hearing that name would feel so good.