#( NONNIE ILY )

[teddybeartoji]

snow leopard gojo… this might be tmi and a little odd and very horny but

whenever you write about snow leopard gojo and his tail thumping about or wrapping around your ankle, my mind (involuntarily) wanders to him - whether on purpose or subconsciously - teasing you..

because his tail is so so so soft.. it feels like heaven or a cloud brushing against you and it tickles but it feels so nice.. he can’t control it when he gets too into it but some days he’s feeling a bit cheeky - and you’re so close it wraps around your thighs instead… brushing against the hottest softest part of you right between your legs… ahsbdjnfmf 😵‍💫😵‍💫

NONNIE FIRST OF ALL I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT NOTHING AND I REPEAT NOTHING IS TMI IN LOSERVILLE!!!! I LITERALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS I WANT ALL OF MY LOVERS TO SPILL THEIR BRAINS TO ME I WILL WELCOME EVERYTHING WITH OPEN ARMS!!!!!!!!!!!

second of all.......................... 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫i creamed i mean i screamed. this is very............ fuuuuuuuuckk. he loves teasing you with his tail. he thinks every single one of your reactions, no matter how small or big, is just soo endearing. you're so cute. you're his baby!!!

and mmmmmmmmmmmm thighs are so sensitive. they always are. and when he finds out how sensitive they really are...... oh, nonnie.... he's never going to stop. he trails his tail from your calf and up your thigh, twirling around the very top of it, grazing against your most needy place. and it's so hard not to just melt into a puddle. he's got a smug little smirk playing on his lips and he's just so fucking proud.

he likes to trail it over your waist, too. that's also a place he really loves. the way you squirm, the way you try to escape his tickling soft touch. giggles leave his lips and he's not even trying to hold them in anymore.

his tail is just soooooo soft and it feels sooooooooooo good on your skin:(((((( nonnie it's unreal how good it feels:((((( i can't stop thinking abt him:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

[demxters]

Thinking of Ace planning a surprise date night for Jake and Jake realizing just how gone he is for this girl just has a grip on me

awww yesss!! 🥺💜

jake doesn’t expect it at all. all his previous girlfriends have never put in the effort to plan or even surprise him with dates, so he never really expects anything even when he’s with ace. so the first time ace surprises jake with a date, you bet he’s trying to hold back tears.

it would be something simple, as most things are with these two. but to jake it was everything.

ace went to javy for some help to familiarize herself with the dallas cowboys game schedule. the next time there was a game, instead of meeting up with the rest of the boys, ace asks if he wants to watch the game at her apartment. and while he’s a little confused but also intrigued, he agrees. ace never explicitly says that it’s a date, but he gets the hint when she busts out a pack of his favorite seltzer and (attempts) makes him a home cooked meal.

no one has ever put so much thought and attention into him, and jake realizes that he never wants you to let him go.

[ervotica]

Imagine hating on something that someone chose to share with us 💀 These ppl be reading stepcest fics then hating on a nickname is so fk lame. Like im sorry that the free content that wasn't written for you specifically wasn't to your specific tastes?

As a writer myself, I appreciate comments that could help me get better, but soon enough I discovered that people hate on the most random and innocuous things. "I hate when writers..." Who cares? Literally who cares? Putting someone else's work down with a bunch of people is basically bullying. Just block and filter stuff out and let people write what they want.

THISSS. ur so real for this one.

how lame do u have to be to hate on stuff that is literally made FOR FREE for you to consume. this is why ppl hate this new toxic fandom culture. you can’t please everyone but if it’s not to your taste literally write your own stuff that is or find different writers who you enjoy more!

people are so picky and will find the most ridiculous things to hate on and honestly nobody caressss. honestly now everyone’s piling in, it becomes hateful and toxic and utterly demotivating to a lot of writers who enjoy the tropes these blogs are putting down and it’s sad. if you don’t enjoy it, that’s fine! no one says you have to. but keep that shit to yourself because literally no one asked. oooh “boo hoo, the writer who wrote this fic FOR FREE and to their own tastes (god forbid anyone ever writes something for themselves) doesn’t write about the things that i like.” get a mf grip. as you said, literally just filter it out and ignore it if you don’t like it. smh.

[aggressively-selfships]

hey, concerning your recent post, your f/os want you to be healthy and happy more than anything else in the world. theres no way in hell that they don't want you to get better- seeing you in pain and/or uncomfortable is like hell for them and theyre worried sick about you. they care about you so, so much, they couldn't give less of a damn about your weight, and they just want the love of their life to feel alright. never forget that <3

Thank you🥺🥺🥺🥺 I didn't expect to get any asks but I really really appreciate it.. officially on day 10 of recovery so I can start eating semi normally again and it's scaring the shit out of me.. *reads this ask repeatedly to get it in my head*

[salsakiyoomi]

the way i would have been praying on sukunas downfall the moment i saw him with that blonde...no touching no talking HES DONE and wasn't HE the one that just left the "relationship" first??? idk what those 2 comments were on that one post were on about😒 and sukuna being with the blonde in public but not doing that with reader is crazyyyy that boy aint SHIT

but anyways i hope reader heals from whatever the hell they got going on with sukuna cause hes just confusing as hell!!!

LMAOOO this made my day

the whole point for the whole drummer! sukuna thing is that it's a toxic fwb, so yeah, im trying my hardest to embody that 😭 but reader does heal and it gets better promise!!

more parts are coming up anyway hehe

[chronal-anomaly]

your home is a grave and you are a live burial. let go.

Grief was a viscous thing, dripping between crooked teeth and coating the tongue, choking the protest from her voice. It was relentless, a gut-twisting reminder of those she lost, those she left behind. Nails caked in blood and dirt of the sepultures come and gone and come again. Lena dragged them against the soft fabric of her leggings with a wince to try and clear the memory.

It was a curse, wasn't it? To endure while others around you, your loved ones, succumb to their mortality, to remain as their prescribe storyteller until the years ticked into some kind of immense impossibility. She could build shrines, paint pictures, sketch their faces into her mind until it seemed as if it were tattooed there. They died once; she wouldn't let them die again.

Fire scorched in her belly, brown eyes levelling to theirs. "No."

She couldn't leave them behind, couldn't abandon them. This was her family, something concrete, something tangible. They found her. She'd find them. Again and again and again, in this life and whatever came after. "I won't let go. I can't."

[marvelsswansong]

i love it in your new hcs or one shot about lovesick! snow, he is just down bad for the reader. then reader just being supportive of him really makes me giggle because they just look at his stained cuffs and just nod their head saying "yes, this is normal." then just walks away with a smile with no care in the world

SKSKSK fr nonnie!!! Coriolanus is the messy hot tempered lover and r will be the one to gently sigh, kiss his forehead, and wash the stains out of his pretty curls and cufflinks to keep the rumors to a minimum. I think r would later scold him to be more reasonable about his violence though, because it is quite a hassle to clean up and there are much more 'savory' ways to achieve what corio wants from her perspective.

and i think corio would absolutely love that about r, that she's not blind to the darkness within him but she's able to remain level headed and strategic, to balance out his temper and impulses. after all, partners who commit crimes together, stay together, right?

that is a joke kids for legal reasons this is all fiction he's a dark character this is just a silly little fic we're having fun y'all please don't get mad at me 😖

-> read 'melting snow' here

[seijorhi]

You remind me of lilac skies, milk tea and tulips ♡

This is so sweet???

[satoruxx]

Hey, Hi, Hello-!

Just wanted to pop in and say that I love, love, LOVE your writing 💚💚💚

I’m always so happy when I see you’ve posted something new

N I hope you’re doing good 🥰

HI HI NONNIE !!!!!! plssss you've got me squealing in class rn you are SO SWEET :333 i'm so glad my silly lil writings can bring you some joy hehe !!! literally the only reason i write :33

i'm doing well nonnie !! and i hope you are doing good as well !!!! have a wonderful day lovely <3333

[garykingz]

let's go gax nation

[demxters]

are ace and jake swifties? would we drag him to eras or would he enthusiastically wait in the tickets queue <3

this is like…. the best ask i’ve gotten. ever. ace is 100% a swiftie. has been since the red era.

jake on the other hand, first gets exposed to taylor swift by his older sisters during her debut album. he claims that he’s not a swiftie (but he most definitely is)

ace finds this out for the first time when she catches him singing “white horse” in the shower

since then the two have definitely bonded over their favorite albums, songs, and the release of all the (taylor’s version) albums

when the eras tour is announced, the two set up an entire computer base just to get tickets. they even drag mickey into the whole thing to help.

they do end up getting tickets for one of the LA shows and go dressed as Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince. they also turn date nights into friendship bracelet making nights up until the day of the concert.

in conclusion, jake dedicates every love song to ace and they have the most marvelous time.

[its-tortle]

your profile is so cute omfg

🥺 omg thank you!!

[hungharrington]

i’m almost 22 and have never even kissed a boy (which i’m chronically insecure about). it’s made me feel very nervous regarding intimacy or “doing it wrong”. i feel like steve would be great coach and reassure the reader it’s okay and that they’re doing great. nothing to embarrassed about. (my soul needs this so bad)

hi honey !! i think you r so right & steve would be the perfect guy to give all the assurances <3 i hope u know that kisses don’t matter too much til they’re with someone you’re rlly sweet on so i wouldn’t sweat it angel x this one is sfw! wowzer!

You’re on your couch and in Steve’s lap and worried about just about everything. 

Steve’s being sweet about it, his hands resting gently on either side of your waist, his thumbs swiping up and down to comfort you. He’s watching you closely, unaware he’s just taken your first, second, and third ever kisses. How could he know? you think, on the side of insecurity— it seems everybody else your age has already kissed someone. 

“You okay?” He asks, hazel eyes tracing over the soft features of your face. He loves your nose and the shape of your bottom lip— strange things to like perhaps, but Steve doesn’t care. 

You nod but don’t say anything. The motion is a bit jerky. Your hands are planted on his shoulders, holding them probably a bit too tight. Exhaling a breath, you nod again and pretend the fondness in his gaze isn’t making you shy.

“Yeah,” you finally speak, voice smaller than you intend. “Just- just wanna like—“ you swallow, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment, if only to avoid his intense eyes. “I wanna get this right.” 

A car engine drones by outside in the dusky evening. Steve gives a little chuckle and his hands on your waist tug forward, pulling your attention down and your body an inch closer to his. It’s warm— every part of him is glowing warm. 

“I don’t think there’s any way you can get this wrong,” He admits, awfully sincere about it. 

It’s the truth. Steve likes you a lot. You could probably bite his lip too hard and make it bleed and he’d still find it pleasant. You have that effect on him. 

You don’t know that though. So, every stress seems very, very real. Are you kissing firm enough? Too firm? God, are your lips too dry? 

Your tongue flicks out to wet them, your hands giving his shoulders a nervous, minuscule squeeze. In your chest, your heart is torn between rabbiting in its anxiety or shrivelling in insecurity. 

“I mean,” you laugh a little, if only to cover your embarrassment. You duck your head to avoid his face, murmuring, “If there is, I’m sure I’ll find it. I haven’t, uh, exactly done this… too much.”

“That’s fine,” Steve says instantly. His warm, large hands give a tender squish on your waist, before sliding up and around to curl snugly around your body. He sits up a little straighter, his nose nudging against yours. 

“No, Steve,” you say, cheeks a touch heated. You count his eyelashes so you can avoid his eyes, you voice dropping volume towards the end of your sentence. “I mean, like… like ever.” 

Surprise flashes in his eyes for only a moment. His gaze darts down to your lips quickly but then he’s smiling, nudging closer, and stealing a quick kiss off your lips. Now he’s taken your fourth kiss too. 

You flush, something warm pinging its way up your spine. 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, sounding like he really means it. 

“It is?” 

“It’s great. You’re great.” He kisses you again—your fifth— so sweet it tastes like sugar on your lips, his arms around you pulling you in closer. You drown in it, enamoured by how it feels to have his lips against yours. God, he makes you dizzy. 

Steve breaks the kiss but stays close, his arms pulling you closer still so you’re straddling him properly. He’s warm, so warm— and so freakin’ nice to you. 

“You don’t find it weird?” You can’t help but whisper. Your eyes crush closed, unable to face him. 

“Weird?” Steve echoes. “Are you kidding me? It’ll take more than that to freak me out.” 

One of his hands shifts up, moving up off your waist to cradle your jaw gently in his large palm. He peppers a string of kisses along your cheek and jaw, beginning to suck a sweet spot beneath your ear. Your hips shift before you realising, subtly grinding down into his. Flames begin to burn in your stomach. 

“It’s—I mean it’s kind of, like, a little embarrassing, don’t you think?” You continue, voice a little breathier than before. You’re not sure what you’re trying to convince of him of— you certainly don’t want him to stop. 

Steve’s lips brush over the barely forming bruise on your skin and your breath hitches. 

“Are you feeling embarrassed?” 

One slow kiss against your neck, his plush lips accompanied by the heat of his tongue. You squirm in his lap but don’t answer, fearful of being too truthful. You are and you aren’t. He isn’t making you embarrassed but you are, just a little. 

Your silence makes Steve pause, digging his face out of your neck to meet your eyes. “Hey. You shouldn’t be embarrassed- if you are for some other reason, we can— we can like stop—“ 

“No.” You cut in, God, now you’re seriously giving him the wrong idea. “No, oh my god, I sound so stupid- it’s not you— Steve—“ 

He cuts you off with another kiss, your sixth, and steals your runaway thoughts. It blissfully chases away your nerves for just a moment. 

“Great.” He smiles against your mouth, giving another squeeze of your waist. “Cos you don’t need to be.” He kisses your mouth again, seven. “All you need to be is enjoying yourself, okay? 

You like the sound of that— adore the way he’s so seamlessly finds the thing that sets your nerves alight and soothes it so easily. You whisper back, “Okay,” and gift him your eighth kiss, sweet and fierce. 

[teddybeartoji]

imagine laying on top of toji while he's watching some lame sports match or show like an old man and rubbing the stubble forming on his jaw with your hand. he got lazy to shave for one day and it's already like this so ofc you'll get curious!! and it's very relaxing to bother him when there's nothing to do...

"have you ever tried growing a beard out?" and then he'll just answer you with a grunt. something special about him being an old grump i'm going to bite him

NONNIEEEE!!!! TOJI THE OLD MAN TOJI THE GRUMP MY BELOVED!!!!!!! btw i loooooove toji and his stupid old man shows – top gear, two and a half men, prison break, the mentalist (???) etc etc. and aside from the various sports matches, he also loves to watch wwe lmao.

toji absolutely adores when you "annoy" him. his one hand is resting under his head while the other holds the tv remote, and he is doing his Best to not look at you. you look like a pup, staring at him with curious eyes. the prickly feeling of his stubble is making your nose scrunch up every so often and thinks you're just so cute like this. he just grumbles at your questions but you don't mind. you refuse to stop pestering him.

you're tracing your fingers over his earlobes asking whether he'd ever get a piercing; you gently pull at his cheeks, so he's making a funny face and it's so entertaining. you're quite literally using him as a stim toy.

you press an open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his neck and he groans at your antics. but. he cannot hide the smirk that's stretching onto his lips. he drops the remote and moves to squish your cheeks instead. "y'r ridiculous."

"yaluvit." your words are coming out all slurred, his hold on you making it hard to speak properly.

he hums and you feel his whole body vibrate. you melt even further into him. the laugh track plays in the background and he takes his hand from your face. you pucker your lips at him, asking for a kiss with a big grin. but you're just met with a palm against your mouth and now it's your turn to grumble at him.

he's already so smug, proud to be pestering you back. but not for long. because when your warm, wet tongue slides against his palm, he's actually Yelping out. and you use the moment to grab his wrist and stop him from pulling away. sinking your teeth into the side of his hand, he stares at you amusedly.

"are ya a dog?"

"maybe."

there are teeth marks in his skin when you finally let him go and he doesn't waste a second to pinch your side. "behave."

"whatever." you mutter back, your attention back on his cactus-like chin. your soft fingers trail over his skin and he kind of hates to admit that he wants to kiss you stupid right now.

[ghost-proofbaby]

okay no but bbf!perv!eddie unable to stop his hand from lingering a liiiitttle too long on your skin after he slaps the tattoo. obv he cant do anything too rough (although he would give anything to just be able to dig his fingers in to the soft skin there), but that's almost WORSE because instead you're aware of every one of his fingers on your overly sensitive skin, the warmth of his palm against your stinging ass, both soothing and burning at the same time

he doesn't even realise he's doing it, and you peek over your shoulder and nearly get a jumpscare at just how intense he looks - eyes fixed on where he's touching you, the boy is practically vibrating from holding himself back

HELPPPPPP

he should probably pull away.

he knows he should. he’s well aware his touch has long out-lingered its welcome on your warm skin. but he can’t. he tells his hand to drop, to come back to him, to just fall anywhere else but your ass — all his fingers do in response are curl into the flesh, feeling the soft muscle beneath his joints and his breath catch painfully between his ribs.

all he can do is squeeze softly and stare at where his skin is meeting yours. all he can do is continue to take abnormally deep breaths, teetering on the verge of gasping as his stare starts to burn hotter than where he’d slapped your skin.

“e-eddie?”

you’re all nervous laughter and wide eyes, and it almost makes it worse when you stutter out his name. somewhere between a plea and a sigh, falling between the raveens of asking him to stop touching you and begging him to never stop.

“sorry,” he whispers, but his hand doesn’t move.

“can you…” can you move your hand? can you stop driving me insane? can you stop looking at me like some helpless prey and igniting this damned warmth in my belly that is 10 seconds from turning this entire friendship to ash? “can you do it again?”

eddie munson’s heart officially stops. the last and hardest beat of it echoes in his silent chest and he’s looking up at you wildly, stunned, quietly. for the first time since he’s met you, his tongue has become a foreign and heavy object not fit for his instruction.

and you take his silence as a no. you take his silence as you pushing too far and projecting one too many fantasie onto him for a final time. you take his lack of response as a you just fucked everything up, idiot.

“i’m- fuck, i’m sorry,” you start, “forget i ask-“

“again?”

his hand finally moves, and it’s trailing down now, fingers dancing along the back of your thigh in unsure movements. not ready to no longer feel you. not ready to leave the moment.

piqued interest, palpable curiosity, buzzing eagerness — there’s not one sliver of disgust in his tone.

it’s the only reason you’re brave enough to wear a fragile smile as you nod, cheek lowering to the pillow as you say it more surely this time, “again.”

this time, the slap is more deliberate.

and this time, it lands where you want it. between the apex of your thighs, stinging in a way far more pleasurable than before, making you cry out a bit more surely this time.

maybe it’s his sudden smirk. maybe it’s his dark eyes. or maybe it’s that goddamn tent in his pants and the wet spot he can’t hide from you.

yeah. he’ll do it again. he’ll do it as many times as you ask for it, because this time, he gets it.

you both get it.

[seijorhi]

aaaaahhhhh rhi i have such a big crush on you now??? like not only are you a cool and sexy talented writer, but your voice is so nice !!! i’m blushing rn