#🪞 anon

[rinhaler]

Now,

I don’t know who it should be.

But I need a pervy roommate fic with a JJK man.

It’s so necessary to better our society.

- 🪞

nonnie ur so right and for whatever reason this is screaming choso to me

warnings: 18+ MDNI, virgin!choso, masturbation mention (m + f), sex toy use (m + f), jealousy, panty theft, slight voyeurism?, lovesick choso.

words: .8k

You love Choso, you always have. People often think he’s a loser because he’s so quiet. But you know better. He’s your best friend, after all! You’re joined at the hip, too. That’s why when you got to college, you saw it as a perfect opportunity to live together.

He regrets it, though.

He doesn’t regret getting to spend each and everyday with you. In fact, he hates it when you’re apart. He loves it when you finish classes and come home to study with him, helping you stay focused and on track while you sit beside him.

He loves it when you’re sleepy. You’ll rest your head on his shoulder while you’re doing your coursework or watching a movie together on the couch and drift off to sleep so suddenly. He loves how sweet you always smell when you’re so close to him. Like perfume and chocolate, you’ve always had a sweet tooth.

What he does hate, however, is when you bring guys home.

He can admit, it’s rare. Boys aren’t at the top of your list of priorities, but even you sometimes need a release. What he hates most is the boys that you pick. They’re all useless and never make you cum. Your pornographic moans are as fake as the majority of the videos he sees online. Loud and overcompensating as you pander to the men you bestow the honour of enjoying the heaven he can only imagine between your legs.

Choso is a virgin, but he knows he could make you cum for real.

He knows you fake it because when your partners leave, he always hears the gentle buzz of your vibrator whirring as you sink it between your dripping folds.

And the sound of your real moans are like a symphony. It’s a sound he could recite from memory because he thinks of it so often. He imagines the grey head of your wand harshly vibrating against your clit. He knows it’s grey, because he snuck into your room with the sole purpose of finding it.

Invading your privacy is wrong, sure, but he needed a better mental image of what you do to yourself so that he can imagine it clearly when he gets off. He even tried it himself, teasing his length and his tip until he quickly doused your toy in hot white sperm.

He cleaned it after, of course, but it really gets him off knowing he’s stained your favourite toy, and you use it on yourself almost every day.

He loves how you didn’t question him when your favourite pair of panties went missing. Why would he take them? Well, the answer to that is simple. Because he knew you’d failed to remove them when you masturbated one day and went in the shower right after. The sticky seat of your panties smelt and tasted like heaven.

He came into them again and again and again until he had nothing left to give. You didn’t even blink when you found them in your underwear drawer, fresh and clean, and put them on the very next day.

He wished they were dirty, though. The thought of you walking around all day with his kids rubbing against your pussy lips made him harder than you could begin to imagine.

One day he’ll confess his feelings to you, and you’ll experience all of the love and pleasure he has to offer. But for now, being your perverted roommate is enough. Of course sinking his cock into your pretty cunt would be better than fucking his fist.

But he can’t deny the sick sort of pleasure he gets from you being so clueless.

Clueless about what a perv he is.

© 2023 rinhaler

[artdcnaldson]

Cat i may be going crazy but f2f by sza is so reader who dated Art and they broke up so she fucks Patrick to feel closer to him are you seeing my vision here

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I’m literally seeing the vision so clearly…. You know it’s serious when I add a gif or a picture…. So….

Sighhhh… thinking….. maybe you were just an affair for Art. Kind of prodigy AU in the sense that you’re a tennis player who clearly idolizes him and starts an affair with him, but you get a little too obvious in interviews. You talk about how great and wonderful Art is and how he’s improved your game so much and you’re so grateful for his mentorship and all this gushy shit. It would be sweet if you could shut your mouth. It would be sweet if you weren’t clearly in love with a married man.

Like oh it’s so obvious. You look at him with these wide fuck-me eyes and cling to his side at events… so it’s not a surprise that he has to brush you off. Tashi’s going to figure it out (as if she hasn’t figured it out already), so you need to split so his marriage isn’t ruined. The marriage that he complained to you about every single time you got together and fucked. That marriage that he apparently cares so much about now.

You’re at a 250 in Florida when you meet Patrick. Well, you actively seek him out, really. You swipe left on every man on tinder until you find him. You look at his profile, littered with some bullshit about not wanting anything serious and having a huge dick. Whatever. You swipe. You instantly match.

You know Patrick. Know of Patrick. Not just from his remarkably atrocious reputation, but from Art too. He might have just been using you as his own personal fuck toy, but you were good listener too. You retained all of that angst and longing and hatred for his former doubles partner, you remembered.

Patrick knows you. Knows of you. He knows that pathetic little voice as you coo into a microphone about how lovely Art Donaldson is, how he’s a legend, how you’re his biggest fan and you’re oh, so lucky to experience his skill in person. And he also knows how just last week, when someone brought Art up in an interview, you shut it down fast, you pivoted in this beautiful, media trained way that he had to admire.

He knows why you’re across from him at a low lit bar. It smells like cigarettes and the floor is sticky. Your shoes are too expensive to wear in a place like this, but he’s glad you wore them. They’ll look really nice dangling over his shoulders. He doesn’t feel bad for jumping to that conclusion, not when your conversation had been so blunt.

Patrick: Do you want drinks first or do you want to come straight to my hotel?

You: Drinks. We’ll see if we make it to your hotel.

“Your boyfriend broke up with you, huh?” He says as you sit at the bar beside him, looking far too pretty with your manicured nails picking at a bar that’s been carved into by pocketknives and broken glass.

You make a face, annoyed, hurt— big puppy dog eyes that make Patrick think that make he should fuck you on all fours so he doesn’t have to see that pining expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You order a cosmo, and you talk about tennis… for a little while.

But it’s not long before his hands start wandering, and when he touches you, you think about the videos of them celebrating big tournament wins as teenagers— jumping and grabbing at each other, so close they could have kissed. It’s like Art’s touching you when he touches you, in a way.

And you don’t make it back to his hotel. You barely make it to the car before he’s pinning you to the scratched paint job, slipping his big, warm hand between your thighs so he can cup your cunt. You melt into it, relish in it. His hands are calloused, a bit like Art’s were, only Art’s were softer, better cared for.

Maybe Art will find out. He wouldn’t Like it. He’d call you a crazy fucking bitch for fucking someone like Patrick, just to get back at him. Well, it’s not revenge if he’ll never know.

It’s just Patrick, with his big hands groping your ass, and his hot mouth on your tits. It’s the feeling of crumbs digging into your skin when he gets you on your back, and you have to throw a half-drunk Gatorade bottle onto the floor to get comfortable. He peels off your panties with his teeth but doesn’t bother to go down on you.

The first time you fucked Art had been in the big backseat of his Jeep. God, he’d even planned for it, because he had a blanket for you to lay on top of. Parked in the corner of the tennis club where you were practicing. Cramped into the backseat, and he still made a point to eat your pussy until you were slick with spit and cum and begging for him to fuck you properly.

You do end up with your legs on Patrick’s shoulders, with your heels dangling precariously from your toes as he rocks your body (and the axels of his car) with rough, punishing thrusts. Folded in half in the backseat, he fucks you like he knows that you’re using him. Might as well return the favor. There’s no kissing, no sweet nothings whispered. He doesn’t even rub your clit to get you there. That’s your job.

He does take the time to be a grade-A asshole, though. “You’re so tight,” mumbled into your ear. “Can’t believe Art fucked you. You feel like a virgin.”

And, well, if the mention of Art gets you off, if you cum with nothing more that the feel of Patrick’s cock bullying into your cunt and the whisper of your ex-lovers name in your ear. Well, that’s not leaving the dirty backseat of Patrick’s CR-V.

[princessbrunette]

jj eating out reader while john b is talking her through it and stroking her hair :(( -🪞

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you feel hot all over, like there’s a million hands on you when really there’s four, and a tongue — a smooth and skilful tongue that belonged to none other than jj maybank.

he circles the wet muscle around your clit before sucking on it, three fingers plunged into your hole this time making you cry and squirm around the stretch. it felt so good you would have full on hyperventilated if it wasn’t for john b’s warm body pressed against you, thumb stroking your cheek as he talks you through it. come to think of it, you’re not sure if that simply just made things worse.

“damn she’s messy.” jj comes up for a millisecond to breathe, choosing to comment to no one in particular about just how turned on you were. you whine in embarrassment, though the blonde had no intentions of making it sound like a bad thing in the slightest. to make matters worse, john b chimes in.

“you hear that, pretty girl? you must really need it today, like really really need it.” his warm, deep voice carries a tinge of rare cockiness which only serves to make your clit throb harder against jj’s tongue, a tear wobbling at the precipice of your eye.

“i do.” you try to say, and it comes out a mere whisper — as if you were having all the air punched out of you, making you hollow.

“thats nice. i like it when you let us take care of you, you get so cute when you’re about to cum.” you wonder how john b knows, but maybe the telltale sign was the way you were gasping for air, jj wrestling your thighs to hold them open as he pushes himself further up the bed determinedly, his tongue speeding up.

“oh— oh god!” you sob, hands clutching the brunettes tanned arm, digging in your nails to leave half moon shape indents that he’ll never complain about.

“nope, not god. juuust jj.” john b smirks, clearly enjoying his own commentary — especially as you’re briefly aware of his own hard on pressed against your side. “and me, of course. i’ll get my turn once you have your fun, puppy.”

and like clockwork — the puppy nickname takes the reign each and everytime, making you explode against the blonde half of your boyfriends mouth, whining and whimpering your heart out.

“thaaats right. let it out bubba.” john b cooes, and it seems jj assumes the command is also directed at him as he lets out groans of his own, grinding his cock against the mattress.

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[mishuleshi]

scarameow when the realization hits that he got readermeow pregnant and (she/they) are pregnant now :D

+ (if you don't mind) him as a dad to the newborns and how he supported readermeow in labor

again, 🪞anon

Hi 🪞anon :3

...

He would be surprised. (Nahida too btw. She would scold him.)

...

"You are pregnant? Oh."

Scara was shocked. He thought about 'how could this happen?'. 'He was so careful'.

"Yeah. Guess who's fault it is."

You looked at him like that 😐.

...

Of course he would be happy because he has (in future not now) a family. He never had one.

So he is jumping out of joy when you're close to giving birth.

...

He is caring dad. Of course he doesn't know how to take care of them but he is trying.

He would be sometimes mean but he doesn't mean it literally.

"Dad why do you have a tail?"

His son asked as he looked behind him.

"Son why are you dumb-"

Scara got punched by you.

He can't be mean to little kittens >:(

...

He was very kind to you when you were in labor. He was very supportive and yeah.

He was like.

"You can do it. You can do it. Don't forget to push."

He got punch #2.

...

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

Hi! I see your request is open, can I possibly get m!reader w/any male lead you want—where the reader had a stressful day at work, he gets scolded (but he's a softie), so after coming home he immediately hugs his husband and is softly crying.

Can I also get a scene where his husband jokingly tells the reader that he'll have a fight with his boss? (to lighten up the mood) ^^

— 🪞

MALE READER (FTM SAFE)

GENRE(S): Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Comedy

SETTING(S): Non-Idol House Husband Changbin and Working Male Reader Husband

WARNING(S): Reader needs a hug after getting scolded, Reader is sensitive, Changbin is here to comfort, Worried Changbin, Crying Reader, Changbin ready to fight his lover's boss, Stress Reader

AUTHOR: I needed this fluff request after writing smut. Therapy.

please reblog, like, or/and comment to support me! Thank you!

Things were already going bad as soon as you stepped into your workspace. 

You work as a designer for this popular fashion company. You always dreamed about either becoming a model or just doing fashion design, but you were insecure then, so you just chose to be a fashion designer. 

Being a fashion designer has always been hard since you have to think of at least a unique design and hope it gets accepted by the boss.

Your designs and creativity have been accepted and worn in commercials, music videos, modeling, etc., until some strict requests were made not by the boss but by the boss's friend. 

No one liked her, but everyone chose to keep their mouths shut unless they wanted to lose their dream job. 

Her sense of taste was interesting. 

She knows what she wants, but every time she requests it, she denies it at the last minute. She puts big hopes into your hearts, then shreds them into pieces. So, that’s exactly what was happening.

No one wanted to work with her, even with how much she would pay, but you decided to step in just because money is money. You’ll do it for the money, and if things turn out horrible, then you can just step down and hope someone else takes your spot.

It was already stressful.

Plus, her husband, who somehow has the same personality and taste of fashion as her, even stresses you. Giving you harsh words and telling you the most single things that are missing that you keep on redoing for the past 4 hours.

She keeps on changing her mind at the last minute while her husband keeps commenting on the details as if she knows anything about fashion with his weak attire. 

You were almost at your breaking point until you made a huge mistake on the dress, all because of the stress, causing a huge argument between you and the woman—well, mostly her. 

You were too stressed to even argue; you felt like crying.

She called you words, saying how you even manage to get the job if you can’t do the most simple things correctly, along with commenting about your appearances and skills, which was overdoing.

Just like that, you walked away from her as she continued on sprouting nonsense along with questioning where you were going since you weren’t finished with her request; however, you were finished with her. 

You got home quite early, around 4, which surprised your husband, Changbin, who was working out in the living room with a black tank top and baggy sweatpants.

“Oh, hey, love, you should’ve told me that you were coming home early; I would’ve bought you some food." Changbin gets cut off by you dashing towards him, giving him a big hug while weeping into his chest. 

Changbin quickly hugs you back, caressing your back while whispering in your ear, questioning what happened. 

You tried to explain everything, trying to calm yourself down. While you were explaining, Changbin set you down on the couch as he walked away to grab you a bottle of water and a tissue.

“Why does she keep doing that? I don’t understand what her motives were to just waste fabric and other stuff that she has in design, along with the fact that she has a double who is her husband. Jeez, I would’ve shouted at those two.” Changbin comforts you.

“You did the right thing by walking away from them, but what will she say when she complains about you to your boss? Wouldn’t you get fired? I know you love designing so much; this is your dream. 

Changbin was worried since you always wanted to create clothes for others, including your friends, family, and even your husband, Changbin. He is your number-one model and fan. 

You shrugged. “Well, then I guess I have to deal with another scolding by not only her, maybe her husband, but even my boss as well. I’ll just find another company.” 

You were calmed a bit and, of course, worried about losing your job, but honestly, you feel confident that you can easily find another job because of how well-known your skills are on the internet.

“If it does happen, I’ll come in and fight them!” Changbin smiles at you, flexing his muscles. “They wouldn’t handle me; look at me!” 

You laughed, nodding. 

“They will for sure regret firing me when they see you. Thank you, my love.” You kiss Changbin as he smiles wider, blushing. “Of course, anything for my husband.”

[pjsk-headcanons]

Ichika collects Miku figures, and probably has a pretty big collection. She really wanted the 15th Anniversary Strawberry Miku when it came out, so the other three members of L/N saved up together to buy it for her birthday the following year ^_^

~ could we claim ‘🪞 anon’ if that’s not already taken?

.

[cringecannon]

…Gortash gifting a steel watchman to a skittish young noble for protection, neglecting to mention he can see through it. Do with this what you will. - 🪞

Of all the nobles, you had eluded him best. He needed money and power on his side, and that didn’t work when you were being so difficult.

He almost started to resent the multiple trips he'd had to make to your manor. Frustrating thing you are, you declined any and all requests he made for a formal visit. It was rude. You were a brat, forcing him to be this persistent just to acquire a moment of your time.

Although, the little frown on your face and the way you avoid his intense eye contact almost made all the trouble worth it. Almost. He relished watching you squirm in your seat, holding a glass of wine but never lifting it to your lips. He watches you over the rim of his own drink, watching your reactions as he lays out your options. Your resources would be very helpful in his efforts. It's your civic duty, he thinks, to aid in the saving of this great city. You're not dumb. He likes that about you. It doesn't take long for you to read between the lines, setting down your drink carefully. You'd been nervous from the start, but now you were downright statuesque. He knew he already had you on the hook, but he didn't see the harm in showing his cards a bit.

Leaning back in the plush chair, his finger drifts around the rim of his glass. The drinkware was expensive, clearly only brought out for special occasions. How sweet. He'd hate to have to have you strung up on the gallows. He implies as much as he brings the wine to his mouth. An expensive vintage too. If he was young again, he'd call out the blatant attempt at impressing him. Younger him had no patience, no appreciation for the chase.

Hells, he'd probably have invited you back to your chambers by now. His eyes drag over your body again, leaning to the side to rest his chin in his hand. He wonders if you'd be this quiet underneath him.

You obviously accept his proposition. Why wouldn't you? It's the safe choice, the smart one. He expected nothing less. Your eyes keep drifting to the side of him and he curiously follows your gaze to the steel watcher behind him. He stands with an easy smile, motioning you over. Your hands smooth over your clothes nervously, making your way to his side quietly. The archduke reaches for your hand, the golden gauntlet cool against your skin as he presses your hand against the metal of the watcher. The metal warms your palm, and you can feel the thrum of mechanics inside it. It unnerves you. It feels alive. Lord Gortash moves closer behind you, his hand not leaving yours. He's leaving it with you. It's a gift, a token of his trust in this alliance.

Later that night, long after he left, sleep evaded you. Gift or not, the steel thing in the corner of your room is eerie. You pondered giving it back, rolling onto your side so it’s no longer in your sight. You'd tried ordering it into the hallway, but it didn't respond. A problem for tomorrow, you supposed.

Somewhere else in the city, you were being watched. Rings glitter in the candlelight as a hand slips beneath trousers, half-lidded eyes memorizing the curve of your hip through the eyes of the watcher in your room.

[holder-culture-is]

tw: med!cal trauma, delus!on (a b!t of a vent)

med!cal trauma holder & delus!on holder culture !s be!ng terr!f!ed that !f you leave your bedroom that those nasty people from back then w!ll be there… wa!t!ng for you.. so they can steal your blood and f!ll you w!th more med!c!ne, and just pray!ng that you’ll all be safe..

— 🪞 (!f that’s not taken yet)

That sounds horrible, I hope you guys are okay. Medical trauma is so overlooked in the community, but it needs to be recognized. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, 🪞. Stay safe.

Translation under the cut

tw: medical trauma, delusion (a bit of a vent)

medical trauma holder & delusion holder culture is being terrified that if you leave your bedroom that those nasty people from back then will be there… waiting for you.. so they can steal your blood and fill you with more medicine, and just praying that you’ll all be safe..

— 🪞 (if that’s not taken yet)

[robin-5-technically]

Maybe I am the anon, I won’t say they’re wrong. (You know I’m right Robin)

🫵

[rinhaler]

Based off of…personal experiences…

A JJK man, probably Gojo, who has been your best friend for a very long time. You guys are hanging out together, cuddling as was normal for your relationship. Then, things just begin to escalate. Suddenly, he’s on top of you, kissing you, rolling his knee between your legs. Telling you that if you’re his good girl that you’ll just give into him. And then, getting his ego filled when you cum on him and just smugly claiming that you belong to him as he lays back next to you as if nothing happened.

- 🪞

I'm????? Deceased???????????? there's something abt a best friend making a move....... (never experienced in my life but FICTIONALLY? hot)

UGH ur making me think abt friends to lovers angst now mmmmm

[artdcnaldson]

Cat I’m feeling sick w my first cold in 2 years and self indulgent and just KNOW art would be the best caretaker when you’re ill like 2019 and shortly before art would probably be breaking out the green juices unfortunately but I do think he would be v good at managing illness whereas Patrick and tashi give avoidant + germaphobe ykwim

(Can I be 🪞 anon pretty please?)

ofc you can!!

this is so real. I feel like Art coddles and loves to be coddled when you or he gets sick. Chicken soup, cuddles, keeps track of all of your medicines you need to take. He’s so sweet, he doesn’t care that he ends up sick within the next day or so.

I think Tashi would coddle from afar. Leaving toast and broth and ginger ale at the door. FaceTiming you to check in and make sure you’re taking your medicine. She absolutely refuses help when she gets sick because she hates feeling gross and being seen when she feels gross. I think if you make her take the affection and care she’s pouty about it but like melts into it like a moody cat.

Patrick is the kind of sick that refuses to acknowledge that he’s sick. He’s still all over you, walking around the house, touching everything. He doesn’t like to be babied, so he just brushes off you trying to check his temperature or make him take Tylenol. He’s so used to just like popping advil and keeping his fingers crossed. He def played through a tournament with the flu. But when you’re sick he like… tries. Maybe puts a blanket on you and like, buys you a Gatorade. But doesn’t know how to be sweet and caring.

[blkkizzat]

As Nurse Geto quickly tears through the community, we must know what the rest of the group’s go-to slutty Halloween costume is.

I typed a whole thing on my phone and then it got deleted cause my phone died. I'm an idiot lmfao. But yaaas lets do this round 2!!

JJK Slutty Halloween Costumes

Gojo is too pretty not to be our slutty baby girl. We gonna dress him in something cute like a slutty Little Bo Peep. A cute lil baby blue dress with ribbons and bows to match his eyes. The top will be corseted but come just below the nipples which will be covered with little pasties with blue braided tassels on them. Of course our baby girl also going to be wearing some garters attached to sheer white stockings and some mary janes on his feet. Gojo knows he looks sexy as hell but he will still blush when he realizes the skirt of his dress is so short you can see the precum staining his cute white panties.

Toji is like a wild animal and as such its only fitting that he is Tarzan. The man is going to be in nothing but a furry loin cloth, cheeks out in the breeze. We are going to need some STURDY material though cause Toji hangs LOW and HEAVY. He's gonna break like 3 of them before we finally find one that works for him. He's also going to most definitely use this costume as an excuse to act like a complete fool. He's not going to let you walk anywhere and just slang you over his shoulder, ass up. "Me Toji. You woman. Me eat pretty pussy from back."

Choso is a puppy. The man is TOO eager to be obedient. He wears black fuzzy ears and a collar with a bell so you can see hear him coming and will walk around on all fours following you around everywhere like a puppy too. He's so obedient for you, wearing nothing else but a cockring and tight black demin shorts. He'll stay like that all day too until he can't take it any more and beg for your permission for him to cum. You better not keep him waiting too long though bestie or once you release him you will find out your cute lil puppy actually got that DAWG in him. Then it will be your turn to be puppy when he ties your hands back and relentlessly delivers backshots in doggy position.

Nanami is a Magic Mike/Chippendales dancer. We all know this man looks good in a suit but imagine what he looks like just in a bowtie and form fitting suit pants. OILED UP, glistening and muscles flexing he will have you salivating when when he finally rips off his suit pants to reveal himself in a tiny black thong. You know he is going to give you a show too. But you will have to be a good girl. No touching. Just sit there and let him do all the work. [lol now i want to write a whole drabble about this]

Sukuna you will have to fight to get in a costume but once you tell him he would make the perfect slutty priest he is all for the sacrilege. White priest collar attached to a black sleevless latex top cropped at the waist, showing off his taunt abs. He doesn't miss your stares as your eyes are drawn lower to his tight latex pants sitting low on his hips and showing off his v-line and the imprint of his huge cock. He's definitely going to power trip and let it go to his head. "On your knees slut, it's time to confess and repent."

[princessbrunette]

jj coming home from work or hanging out with the pogues to see you in the backyard laying on a tanning chair with your tinyyyyyyyy pink string bikini and he just can’t control himself he’s just a man 🤷‍♀️

-🪞

thinking about this but it’s with bsf!jj who you’ve done sexual stuff with maybe one or twice? but you never spoke about it afterwards and he kinda doesn’t know what the two of you are and if you’re ever gonna let him do it again ?? so he’s constantly just on edge w loads of sexual tension and mm !!

⋆˙⟡🥥♡🤍౨ৎ🍥˚˖𓍢ִִ໋

it’s late afternoon when he’s arriving back at the chateau to stay. john b was driving off somewhere following a lead, and pope and kie had gone home for the day so it was just going to be jj. jj and you.

he walks right past you at first, swinging his set of keys round his finger and humming, well — rapping to himself. ice ice baby, you seem to recall? you were in a doze, laying on your front on the lawn on a towel, brain barely picking up on his presence. he’s whistling the chorus as he strolls towards the shack, before noticing you, and doing a full 180 to walk back towards you, the whistling drawing closer.

“w—hey there, pretty lady.” he calls out, pulling his shorts up boyishly as you lift your head, a little sleepy from the amount of time laying out in the sun.

“hi, jayj.” you hum, pushing up onto all fours so you could stretch your back, arching it and letting out a sigh through your nose as you come back to reality. he blinks rapidly like he’s trying to take screenshots of his eyes, gazing over your soft form in your ever so tiny pink bikini.

“what’cha doing out here all alone?” he digs his boot into the grass, differentiating between eyeing you up and looking at the ground like he just couldn’t handle it.

“was just soaking up the sun but i think it’s going behind a cloud now. what time’sit anyway?” your voice is all soft and sleepy and it makes it hard for the blonde to focus, blinking at you a few times before hes realised you’d asked him a question and he jumps into action, pulling up his wrist to theatrically look at his clock.

“it is… just comin’ up on 5– i’m sorry just to… circle back real quick,” he scrunches his nose, drawing a quick circle in the air with his finger pointed up. “i have not seen that bikini before is it — is it new or?” he rests his arm casually against a rogue tree branch standing at the height of his ribs, nearly missing it entirely at first, fingers rubbing below his nose, antsy.

you look down at yourself, taking it upon yourself to adjust the pretty pink triangles on your chest, jostling your tits as you do so, making sure they’re fitted perfectly over you. the act in itself seemed genuinely innocent from your part, but jj’s eyebrows jumped up as he shifted desperately on his feet, clearing his throat — it’s as if his sudden movement were to direct his blood flow to literally anywhere else, diverting it from where it was inevitably headed.

“yeah! it was on sale. d’you like it?” you’re looking up at him with those cutesy doe eyes from where you knelt on your towel and it was taking him everything to control himself. why did he have to be such a guy?

“uh, do i have a working set of eyes? yeah… i love it… takin’ like… mental polaroids here.” he trails off before he says something crazy, swaying on his feet, indulging himself to take another look at the way the two piece clings to your body. you climb to your feet happily, taking your time to pick up your belongings that laid out beside you, your sunglasses, water bottle and phone. once you’d gathered them into your arms, you walk up to jj casually, already smiling.

“so do you wanna help me out of the bikini? or…” your grin grows when you see his jaw drop right there infront of you, holding his gaze for a moment as you walk past him, heading towards the chateau leaving him frozen for a few seconds.

“wh— uh, yes— yes ma’am.” he nods, turning and jogging after you.

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[mishuleshi]

this is lewd but, was scarameow into readermeow since the beginning or were they just pure enemies to him? and will he ever understand that xiao isn't a threat between him and readermeow, also, during mating season or when he's in the mood, is he straight forward into saying he wants to do the tango or he likes to bother and tease?

i know i wrote too much but can i help it? you write so well!

🪞 anon <3

Hi anon🪞

It's okay and thank you so much. I was insecure about that. If I write good or not.

...

Well they were enemies a long time. He didn't liked you at all but after some time he got crush on you. It took him a while to get it.

...

Well Scara see Xiao as a threat. But reader tried to tell him that Xiao doesn't want to mate with you and just wants to befriend Scara.

He didn't get it at first but he is getting there.

Maybe one day they will be friends.

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Well when he is in mood he is forward. He needs it rn and doesn't have time to wait.

They would be just laying next to each other and he would be like.

"Wanna fuck?"

But of course when he wans to be passionate and it's not need he will bother you and tease you.

...

:)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Did you see that there are casting notices out for CE's film where he's a cult leader and that he has at least TWO sex scenes in it??? Help I am horny on main in such a big way. One of them is described a doggie style scene where the girl is using a mirror to show off her tits aka how I totally imagine Chris fucks me in my fantasies. Obviously he's into doggie as an assman but I've always imagined he'd often want more of a connection to his partner and loves to fuck in front of mirrors because of it. Aaaaaaah. What if he's as nude as in Red Sea Diving Resort again????? [Muffled screams]

- a new anon, call me 🪞

I did NOT see that for Honey, Don't! 👀

My week has been absolutely insane (how is it only Tuesday? I'm dying over here, lmao), so I've barely had time to hang out on Tumblr as much as I would like to.

Oh my god, if that is happening I am gonna fucking scream. He already had to go and play a cult leader, and now it includes sex scenes?? (Sex scenes that I am absolutely going to presently ignore how that could play into a very scary, harmful cult dynamic.)

H o w

How could they do this to us?!

Cruel and unusual punishment, I swear 😤

[luminoustarlight]

hiii i absolutely love all your writing and your account set up !! it’s amazing. I was wondering if you could share any tips on how you started your journey, like how you started writing and got you stuff out there and how you put together your pinned post ! I really want to start writing and i’m just a little nervous about it all

-🪞

hi darling🪞!!

1. thank you for your compliments! i appreciate it so much. i’m not an expert writer, nor am i an expert at tumblr. i think other people have much nicer blogs but for me, the simpler the better.

2. i’ve been writing for as long as i can remember. before writing fanfic and posting it, i was reading it. i think i finally decided to put ideas to paper when i really wanted to see something written but couldn’t find it, so i decided to write it myself.

3. honestly, posting on tumblr is a hit and miss. the tagging system sucks booty and it can be really discouraging. however, with that said, it’s not all bad. i’ve directly messaged writers i look up to asking if they’d like to be friends. i won’t ask them to read my work because i don’t want them to feel obligated and pretend they like it, even if they don’t. BUT if something you write comes across their dash and they read it, you might have gained a new reader.

4. my pinned post is pretty much a “catch all” destination for other links to my page and recent uploads. it’s nothing fancy but if you need further help, i’m happy to be of assistance.

5. i’m also happy to give writing tips as well, but i’m currently in my own little drought so take that with a grain of salt.