#I'm a simp for honey buns

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Heacanons w/ Whiskey  Random Blurbs

I’m sitting in the library at my college, I’m done with my work for the day and I’m procrastinating writing today’s trope because I am the king of procrastination.

ANWAYS

As many people have come to headcanon, Mounty grows plants around his horns and in his hair whenever he is focused on something or thinking of someone, also gives people plant nicknames. The way he comes up with them is seeing what flowers or plants grow whenever he thinks of a specific person. Such as with Swiss, Edelweiss, Spider Lillys, and Hydrangeas tend to sprout whenever the Multi pops into his mind, or Iris’s and Nightshade appear when Aether was helping him in the greenhouse for the first time.

Dew has chronic dry mouth, which is funny because when he had more Water ghoul traits, he had a problem with over salivating.(Poor baby was forced into a ritual by upper Clergy members to force his Fire to be his almost exclusive element and took away about 80% of all his Water traits, more on this in an upcoming trope) Now this is why he almost always has a drink on hand, or he is constantly coughing due to his mouth being so dry

Swiss is the Just Dance king but the one song he can never seem to beat is surprisingly the Cotton Eye Joe dance simply because he wants to do the proper line dance and it infuriates him that they changed it

Sunshine, Swiss, and Dew are known as the Chaos Triplets and are absolutely not allowed to be alone with each other without supervision, last time they managed to sneak away and they created a bomb in the kitchen that they set and exploded in Nihil’s office, their reasoning? “He’s mean to Papa!”

Cumulus is actually pretty chaotic herself; she is known to set up pranks around the ghoul den for unsuspecting ghouls to fall into. Water balloon filled with shaving cream set just right so that it falls and splatters on Aether when he walks into the kitchen, Poppers under toilet seats (Mountain once fell in and had to pried out by Aether and Swiss cause his legs got stuck upward), she once even switched out the milk with baking soda water and made Dew throw up when he had chugged it straight from the carton.

Aether needs to wear glasses for reading and all the other ghouls swoon when they find him perched in a chair, dad stance with the knee crossed over the other, with his reading glasses on his nose. Swiss will typically dramatically fall into his lap and beg for him to read to him.

Rain has days where he is very touch-adverse and the others have learned to ask before touching him for the first time in the morning, Cumulus is a slight exception because he can never be disgusted by her hugs. (Quick head and shoulder are his accepted form of affection these days, also finger touches)

Cirrus has somehow managed to wrangle Dew into makeup and skirts quite a few times, always showing him off and calling him her “Pretty Girl” which always makes his knees weak, and he will happily chirp and trill as she applies the makeup.

Copia has been accepted as basically a member of their back and they WILL go into his room and force him into a ghoul pile if they feel he’s been too distant lately, usually initiated by Dew and surpringly Rain

Mountain is quite possibly the touchiest of the ghouls, always patting someone on the head or hugging someone if he feels like it. He’s also been known to drag people into his lap, shove his face into their back, and forcefully cuddle them if he’s had a bad day, Swiss, Cumulus, Sunshine, and Dew tend to volunteer for Mountain cuddle duty if it seems he’s particularly snippy, cause usually a good couple minutes of snuggles will bring back their happy Mounty.

Swiss actually can play the saxophone, along with trumpet, piano, trombone, piccolo, harmonica, and drums, he’s aiming to learn everything possible but he’s limited to what he can buy on amazon and what he finds around the band storage closet

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

The Boyfriend Experience

Summary: It's all fun and games until somebody falls in love!

Pairing: callboy!Clay Roach x afab!CEO!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Content Warnings: Porn With A Side Dish Of Plot 18+!, Drinking, Oral (F Receiving), Clay Being A Tease, Sex Work, Hair Pulling, Pet Names, Poorly Hidden Feelings, Emotional Constipation

A/N: This one is for @spookyorchid 🖤 Sending you lots and lots of love, hun 🫶🏻

Tagging the horny horde: @crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-lover @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @lifelessvessel @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp

Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I'm leaving here without you on me

- Slow Hands by Niall Horan

You couldn't wait to get your sore feet out of those heels that had been tormenting your every step since around lunch, they looked absolutely fantastic, though. Trying to shift your weight away from the thin stiletto connecting your foot with the floor underneath, you stepped into the elevator and pressed for the 10th floor, holding your purse tight to your body.

The men standing right next to you with his hands shoved into his pockets didn't go without you noticing. Shiny brown hair that reached his shoulders, the upper part neatly tied into a small bun to not look completely out of place in contrast to a slim-fitting, black button-up shirt. You tried to keep a straight face but a small, quick smirk escaped regardless.

Not a word was exchanged whilst the elevator made its way further up and the silence was equally kept as both of you got out on the same floor. He knew and respected the fact that you needed your time to cool off after a whole week of keeping a company afloat. Opposed to the calm, the beeping of your key card against the electric lock seemed almost harsh.

Only a few swift steps left until you could finally step out of your heels. You tossed them off your aching feet with such vigor that they clinked against the shelf your key card found its home for now, right next to an already prepared red envelope. You nearly groaned out loud as the pressure gradually eased off and you felt nothing but smooth, neatly waxed acorn tiled against your soles.

Right after tossing your purse next to the shelf, you headed into the kitchen area of your loft apartment in the search to quench your thirst for a hefty glass of wine. Instead of bothering with actually pouring one, you raised the bottle straight to your lips and took a long swig.

“Rough week, huh?” Mid-gulp you turned your head to the side where Clay leaned against the door frame, arms loosely crossed in front of his chest and an understanding smile playing around his lips.

“Massive understatement.”, You returned after swallowing the fruity, rich red, “Remember Alice?”

“Your new secretary that started last month? Yeah, what's with her?” Clay raised his brows slightly.

“Had to kick her out already. Missy got blackout drunk at the outing on Wednesday and started getting a bit too touchy with Jake from finances before puking all over the restaurant restroom.” With the memories of that evening resurfacing, you pinched the bride of your nose and sighed.

“I really liked her, you know? But that's downright unacceptable behavior.“, You treated yourself to another swig of wine before holding the bottle towards Clay, “Want some?”

“Certainly not opposed to it.”, He took you up on the offer, helping himself to a sip as well, “Wow, if that has been your Wednesday I can imagine how the rest of the week went. However, I'm sure I can make you relax a little, no?”

“Oh, I'm certain. You never disappoint, honey.” The smile forming on your face was genuine and so was the bubbling buzz that caused your stomach to flip whenever you did so much as just look at him but that he didn't need to know of at all.

“Always glad to hear that, ma'am.” The cocky smirk he threw your way jolted right down amidst your thighs and you couldn't help it.

“Ma'am?”, You pushed yourself from the counter and took a step towards him, “That's a new one.”

“Thought I switch it up a little. Like the ring to it?” The smirk on his lips grew up to a full fledged grin as he equally strode forward, meeting you halfway.

“Certainly not opposed to it.” You teased, your eyes roaming over his chest, admiring the way the fabric stretched across it before looking back up into his glacier blue eyes.

The need to get simply get lost in them tugged at your heartstrings but you held yourself tethering at the edge, trying to keep your composure and this client-seller relationship intact.

“Whatever pleases you, ma'am.” Clay lowered his voice to a gentle whisper, seducing you right away with just his voice before leaning in and pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

The taste of the wine accompanied by that of menthol cigarettes slipped into your mouth alongside his daring tongue stroking across yours, exploring curiously. Fuck, you couldn’t just allow him to sweep you off your feet so easily. There were boundaries that had to be kept at all times but the ones protecting your heart had been crumbling all over the place for weeks now.

You reciprocated the kiss whilst forcefully holding back from pressing your whole front against his. Instead, you teared yourself from the kiss with an artificial smile adorning your face.

“I reckon you want my tongue somewhere else, hm?” Without hesitation Clay followed you out of the kitchen, leaving the bottle of halfway finished wine behind.

“Not only eye candy but smart as well.” You quipped, taking a comfortable seat on your sofa and leaning back whilst spreading your legs and allowing your skirt to ride up your thighs.

“Always at your service, ma'am.” Clay stated, placing himself between you and the sofa table, not breaking eye contact once whilst lowering down on all fours.

“I know, you're such a good boy for me. Now come here and let me forget about that week for a little.” As the words were rolling over your tongue, you felt the heat creep into your face and your cunt throbbing around nothing…for now.

The sight in front of you was one for sore eyes. It had your breath hitching as Clay made his way towards you, nimble fingers shooting up to pull your lace thong to the side. Just the way his fingertips ghosted over your swollen clit elicited a moan to trickle from your lips.

“ ‘M gonna take good care of you.” He cooed, his warm breath breezing over already and thoroughly soaked folds right before leaning in.

“Shut up, boy.” You managed to huff out, the sensation of his tongue parting you until it worked its way up to where you needed it to be taking over rapidly.

It rendered you reckless with desire in mere seconds and thus you didn't hold back from burying your hand in his tied-back hair, dishevelling the bun by shamelessly pulling at it to shove his face into your aching cunt. At that Clay groaned out, the vibrations against your core sending a shiver down your spine. In this instant you couldn't care less about the shitshow that was your workplace this week. Fuck Alice and all the damage control you've had to do because of her. For now all that mattered was Clay's skilled tongue drawing languid circles around your pulsing clit as his lips gingerly closed down around it.

“Feels so fucking good.” You murmured, allowing your head to loll back and your eyes to flutter shut in waves of bliss.

Clay knew how to handle you properly, doubling the pleasure coursing through your veins with two fingers which slid inside of you, caressing, massaging you from the inside in slow, careful strokes just right as you liked them to.

Clay hummed in approval, the full width of his tongue lapping at you, nudging all the right places with each bold lick. This was without a singular doubt the highlight of your week; every Friday at 7pm sharp. No fuzz, no beating around the bush, just blowing off the steam accumulated throughout the week and then both of you moved on with your life's until next week. Absolutely no strings attached, you lied to yourself to keep your face not only towards Clay but to yourself as well. Meaningless banter, an orgasm, a few hundred bucks and then dash. Uncomplicated unlike an actual relationship you had no time for anyways.

“Uh-Huh, right there.” You sunk deeper into the sofa, your breaths rendering more shallow one by the next one as you sensed the pleasure coaxing you past the point of no return.

Each flick of his tongue brought you closer to ecstasy until you kept yourself from holding it together and instead plunged right into the fireworks going off from every nerve ending in your body. Not really giving a damn about his ability to catch a breath, you shoved Clay's face against you, rocking your hips at his tongue as you rode your orgasm until the very last contraction ebbed away and left you satisfied.

“Delivered as always.” You pulled Clay off of you by his bun, astray strands of wavy hair falling into his face as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“My pleasure.” He returned as he pulled your thong back into place before straightening up again.

The both of you exchanged quick glances, you nodded your head towards the shelf, gesturing towards the envelope.

“There's a little extra for you in there.” You pulled your skirt back down as the words suggested to him that it was time to leave now.

“Oh, you spoil me, ma'am.” Clay took the notion and turned to leave you to your weekend.

"Outstanding performance deserves recognition.” Your eyes followed his every step and, before you could push it right back where it was meant to stay, your stomach dropped in a surge of longing.

The need to have him stay, to curl up next to him whilst dozing off in post-orgasmic bliss took the reign for a split second.

“See you in a week, handsome.” You forced the words out of you to snap back into the reality of things.

“Looking forward to it.” Clay blew you a kiss before he threw the door shut on his way out.

[anarchiststories]

petnames <3

multiple x reader

summary: pet names i belive the dsmp would use <3 this doesn't include minors wordcount: 1.5k notes: these are all in character! sorry for the recent angst btw

masterlist

dreamxd ➼ doll, angel, little one ❧ he never thought doll would fit you so well, but then he saw you dressed up for a date and it just... fit you so well ❧ he views you like a pretty little doll that sits on his shoulder, watching over him ❧ angel!! ❧ he started calling you angel because of one morning ❧ you two were watching the sunrise and he was just... amazed by how well the sunlight illuminated your features ❧ you looked like an angel to him<3 ❧ you're a tiny human compared to him ❧ and he thinks it's very cute ❧ "angel, what is it you desire? anything in the entire world, you name it and it's yours."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

dreamwastaken ➼ love, angel, baby ❧ his go-to is love ❧ he doesn't really know why, but he assumes it's because of he's a simp he loves you so much ❧ dream, no-cap, heard xd call his partner angel one day and wanted to be an asshole so he took it ❧ you're his precious baby and he wants to protect and keep you safe <3 ❧ "cmere baby, i'll keep you safe and warm. i promise."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

georgenotfound ➼ princess/prince, bunny, kitten ❧ i feel like prince/princess just comes with him ❧ like, everyone talks about how pretty he is and how like he's a "king" ❧ but he thinks you're the most beautiful creature around ❧ one time he laughed because you were eating a salad and were focused on the carrots ❧ so he started calling you bunny ❧ sapnap called you george's discord kitten ❧ "i love you, bunny. you're too good for me."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── sapnap ➼ sugar, pretty girl/boy/baby, sweetcheeks ❧ this mf ❧ he told you that you're sweeter than any sugar in the world on your first date ❧ and has called you sugar ever since ❧ he thinks you're just... so pretty ❧ like woah ❧ he's an ass man and i'm not taking criticism. ❧ "you're doing great, sugar. look at you go."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

badboyhalo ➼ muffin, dear, sweetie ❧ muffin just comes with being his s/o ❧ bad believes the name dear is very ❧ like intimate ❧ it makes him feel like you're really his ❧ and sweetie just came around one day and it's stuck ❧ "muffin, don't do that! let me, it's not safe for you!"

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── wilbursoot ➼ birdie, angel, love ❧ birdie is his #1 pet name and i will fight you on that ❧ you're his pretty songbird<3 ❧ angel came mostly after he got revived, since you were the first person he saw and he's orienteded you as his saving grace ❧ aka his angel ❧ hes super sappy in private moments ❧ so like, when he's laying with you and he curls your hair around his finger ❧ "oh love... you're too precious for me."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── jschlatt ➼ little one, precious, pet ❧ schlatts a big guy ❧ right ❧ so he's gonna call you little one and mock you a lot ❧ you're the one thing he values more than anything ❧ more than his own life ❧ you're so precious to him ❧ he's a dom so pet. ❧ "oh, little one, cmere... you've had a tough day, huh?"

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── quackity ➼ feather, baby, mi corazon ❧ ok get this ❧ so one morning you two had decided that you were gonna have a lazy day at home ❧ and you woke up just covered in his feathers ❧ it was super sweet and he started calling you feather ❧ he's a baby guy. not babe. not bby. baby. ❧ mi corazon is just one of the few ways he tells you he loves you without actually saying it ❧ yknow? ❧ "you're so kind to me, mi corazon. thank you."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── karl jacobs ➼honey bun, sweetie, baby ❧ he's a honey bun guy ❧ and i think we can all agree on that ❧ he'd use the most like sappy nicknames every omg ❧ he'll call you sweetie when you're near others/people he knows (like sapnap or george) ❧ but he only uses baby when you're alone ❧ like waking up together ❧ "mmh.. good morning, baby."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── technoblade ➼ darling, sweetheart, pumpkin ❧ piglins are protective and possessive, right? yeah? okay ❧ he'd call you darling after this once incident ❧ he was helping phil with his house and called out for you and it just stuck with him ❧ he's just ❧ so in love with you <3 ❧ like wow, you actually want to be with him. crazy. ❧ sweethearts such a devoted pet name ❧ like it helps show the world you belong to him <33 ❧ pumpkin!! ❧ tubbo and ranboo had made you two pumpkin pie once ❧ and you ate your slice so quickly that he barely noticed you had one ❧ he smiled at you so softly and just called you pumpkin ❧ "hey, darlin'? i need a hand over here- and maybe a slice of of pumpkin bread."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── awesamdude ➼ lovebird, prince/princess, bub ❧ lovebird is such an underrated pet name wtf ❧ he uses it so often that he barely calls you by your actual name anymore ❧ not that you're complaining ❧ he views you like royalty ❧ so he calls you prince/princess <3 ❧ hes such a bubs type of guy ❧ "hey, lovebird? gosh you're gorgeous today."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── nihachu ➼ sweetheart, my love, little flame/kleine flamme ❧ she thinks of you as like her childhood/high school sweetheart ❧ even if you've only known each other for a few years ❧ my love is just ❧ her ❧ yknow? yeah, you know ❧ now, she's an arsonist ❧ and she loves you ❧ so you're her little flame<3 ❧ "kleine flamme? do you mind joining me over here?"

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

captainpuffy ➼ stars, my love, darling ❧ ok so one night you two are out laying under the stars ❧ and you sighed and said something kind of sad ❧ and she felt bad, so she started calling you her stars ❧ she loves you just so much <3 ❧ you're her love ❧ darling is kind of instinctual to her ❧ "my star? ah, there you are. come, i want to introduce you to my son, foolish."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── the_eret ➼ sweets, beatuiful, darling ❧ erets so sappy/cheesy like wow ❧ he tried using sweetheart but it just didn't fit his vibe ❧ so they use sweets <3 ❧ she uses ALL types of complimentary pet names ❧ this includes beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, etc. ❧ he wants to make sure you know how pretty you are ❧ "darling, you're the most beautiful person alive. let me show you what i mean."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── punz ➼ my girl/boy/partner, babe, gorgeous ❧ he calls you my girl/boy/partner in front of others all the time ❧ like deadass ❧ and its super cute ❧ he'll call you babe too, like if you're doing something and he needs your attention rq ❧ gorgeous, on the other hand ❧ that's for times away from others ❧ an old friend of punzs accidentally told the rest of their group ❧ and now they make fun of him, lovingly ❧ "gorgeous, you need to sleep. cmere, lay on my chest."

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

philza ➼ my light, honey, blossom ❧ so, phils half crow right ❧ crows like shiny things and you.. ❧ you came in like a shining ray of light that brightened his world ❧ he's a honey guy and i won't take no for an answer. /j ❧ he thinks blossoms just a cute nickname ❧ thats really it ❧ he uses blossom so much like wow ❧ "you made all this for me, blossom? aw, thank you!"

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── fundy ➼ bunny, dove, buttercup ❧ am i making a pun because he's a fox so he'd call his partner bunny? ❧ yes. yes i am. ❧ BUT YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BC HE WOULD ❧ he started calling you dove after the first time he saw you wear a dress ❧ you looked like an innocent, little dove ❧ he wanted to use his own little special nickname ❧ since his dad calls his step-mom birdie ❧ so he decided on buttercup ❧ "bunny! bunny cmere, i wanna show you somethin' i found!"

© anarchiststories 2021. do not copy, steal, or translate my works, under any circumstances.anarchist

[cagethefrenchfuc]

okok so here me out ,,,

fluffy relationship hcs with crypto bc i am down so horrendously bad 🙏

Crypto dating a syndicate legend headcanons

Crypto x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of kissing a lot and Thigh touching and Hair pulling (innocently)

A/N: I apologize if this isn't good this is the first apex thing I've written, but I tried to make it good for my favorite crypto simp out there <3

When you first joined the games crypto was very iffy about you, I mean he is like that about everyone he's super hypercautious, but he still was drawn to you, nevertheless.

He was very scared of his feelings for you especially because you were teamed with caustic, and we all know that caustic and he hate each other (he also lowkey thought you and caustic were together oops)

The first-time you guys got put onto a team together he was so nervous he kept fucking up. which just resulted in you and mirage both mercilessly making fun of him

Let this be known though the only reason him had the balls to end up asking you out is because Wattson was tired of seeing him lose (also she was tired of seeing him use the drone to watch you). When you guys finally got together oh my goodness every be dammed nobody was safe.

Kissing. Everywhere. All the time. Caustic and Wattson constantly pulling you guys apart

Him teaching you how to hack and how to use the drone and him showering you with compliments when you do a single thing good.

him being very overprotective when you guys are in the game even though you are a high trained assassin with the powers of a demon, "No you can't run into that building alone you could get hurt" "I am an assassin and literally the spawn of the devil himself" "yeah but what if you get hurt"

him being overprotective when mirage is around because he is a flirt, and all you can think about is how mirage definitely doesn't want you and totally wants crypto (but I mean hey you'd take them both, IN A PRO WRESTLING MATCH OF COURSE)

every time you guys win a game it's a cuddle party

I mean this man loves to cuddle everywhere, all the time especially if you're doing something

"hey what the hell can't you see I'm cleaning my daggers" "cant you see your boyfriend wants cuddles ??"

you literally doing anything for him though because you love him even though you are somewhat bad at showing it

you making him the hype beast skin for one of mirages parties "don't you think this is a little revealing" "what do you mean you look great honey" "I'm shirtless" "exactly you look great honey"

when he gets drunk that means he gets touchy, kissing you in the hot tub."

Kissing you on the dance floor

Kissing you on the deck of the boat

KISSING YOU ON THE BAR

Wattson and Caustic have to escort you guys out of there and its not very nicely either

touching your thighs

speaking of your thighs Haha he loves them very much

kissing your thighs

You know what else he loves? Your hair he loves running his fingers through it

He loves when you put it up in a bun cause that means its time to have fun,,, training of course and he knows you will kick his ass

He loves pulling your hair as well *wink*

DATES!!

He loves taking you on dates when you guys are on Olympus

Picnics in the grass

Picking you nice flowers

Kissing under the cherry trees

Going for rides in the tridents at night

Crypto surprising you with your own version of the hype beast skin for your guys anniversary

You and Wattson getting along sometimes and then absolutely at each other's throats the next I mean you do work for the syndicate so she doesn't think you guys should be together, But Crypto is happy and that's all she wants.

You wanting to bring up why he's in the games and you wanting to ask about his sister

you don't of course because you already know what happened to her and he doesn't need to know he's happy with you and that's all that matters

Crypto promising you that when he finds his sister you and him can leave the games and get married and just start your own lives

you know that will never happen but not telling him that

talks about getting a cat and a lizard when you finally get your own lives

saying you guys should get married with all the legends on olympus just because thats where you guys met so thats where you guys should end your story, and well you couldnt agree more but your guys story wouldnt be ending in the way he hoped...

All in all, though you are absolutely happy you get to have him for a few more years...

And then Maggie arrives.

Again, sorry if this is bad and the formatting looks like shit I am trying to get used to Tumblr, Also the end seems like there's going to be a part two to this but there won't unless specifically requested just saying i had no intentions on that i only put the end like that cause when Maggie joined apex that's when the syndicate revolution started happening.

Request are open !!

[kemakoshume]

Hey hey! As a HUGE Asahi simp, I was hoping it would be okay for me to make a request? I would love to see Asahi with a female chubby reader who is insecure because she feels like he deserves better. And of course I wouldn't be opposed if you wanted to mix in some smut too! (I personally feel like praise kink and body worship would fit Asahi so well)

No pressure to do this if you don't want to or are too busy! But thank you if you do <3

a/n; okay first of all thank you SO MUCH for the request!! you're my first one :'D pls send in requests anytime for whatever you want. i'm chubby and i, too, am a big ol asahi simp so if i could kiss you for sending this in, i would.

my requests are OPEN! ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*. here are da rules. tl;dr – 18+ only (if you have no age in bio or your pinned post, i'm not filling your request), no heavy taboos... that's kinda it lol.

warnings; negative body talk, mentions of past ED, a smidge of self-imposed angst. [nsfw] oral (receiving), good ol fluffy body praising smut. fem!reader, CHUBBY!READER! in my mind, reader and asahi are in their mid 20s here.

「show me you love me」 ₍˶ˆ꒳ˆ˶₎✼:♡*ﾟ✿

Growing up as the "fat girl" amongst your peers is never easy. How pretty you are doesn't matter, how smart you are almost adds insult to injury, and everyone refuses to see you past your body. Friends, family, doctors, teachers. No one sees you.

So, as soon as you're able to, you started doing all the trendy workouts, the diets (both good and bad), the treatments. You name it, you tried it. You had dietitians and "weight management" doctors and pills and injections and... yeah. At the end of all that, going into adulthood, all you had to show for it were old needle prick scars, a bruised sense of self-worth, an unhealthy relationship with food, and even less muscle mass than you'd started with.

It was exhausting, and you were tired. So, you stopped. You learned how to eat for sustenance and pleasure. You danced because you felt like it, not because it was cardio. You ate what tasted good and brought you joy, and you spent more time with the people you loved instead of running yourself ragged inside your own head. Then, suddenly... life felt better. Not a constant day-to-day battle with food and your body, but something you had all the power to mold into what you wanted it to be.

Then you met Asahi, and fell in love, and for a long time your past filled with self-loathing and doubt finally felt like it didn't matter. Love had found you, for you, and nothing could steal that joy away.

Until, of course, life tried.

You wished you were strong enough to say it didn't win, at least for a moment.

"Hey honey," Asahi called, coming into your shared kitchen while fastening the last few buttons on his blouse, "I got called in to fit some models for a last-minute shoot and my assistant won't be back from maternity leave ‘til next week. Wanna come?"

You hummed, pondering the offer in your head as you tasted the soup simmering on your stove.

"Let me think. A Sunday filled with free luxury gifts from the modeling agency, free food from the meal carts, and getting to see my gorgeous, talented, amazing boyfriend in action? Yeah, I think I'm down for that. What all do you need me to do?"

He rounded the island of your kitchen, wrapping you from behind in a hug. His long hair was tied up into a high bun that matched your own poof. The sleeves of his button-down were skillfully rolled up to expose his forearms that flexed as he squeezed your soft body tighter, careful to pull you away from the stove instead of closer to it.

“I just need some help wrangling little things. Safety pin for a dress here, clamp for a shirt there, maybe a coffee if the day runs long. Yadda yadda.”

“I think I can handle that,” you said, nodding to yourself, “Soup’s done. Put it in the fridge for me? I’ll go get dressed and we can go.”

“Okay,” he said, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your plump, heat-flushed, cheeks.

You made quick work of rummaging through your shared walk-in closet, throwing pieces around until you had something remotely resembling a put-together outfit. You weren’t anything like your boyfriend when it came to meticulously piecing together clothing until you looked runway ready, but you did okay. Years of learning how to dress in a way that accented your rolls, curves, etc. had come in handy.

“Ready honey?” he called up the stairs, the sound of keys jangling in his hands audible even from where you sat at your vanity.

You snapped on your favorite gold tennis bracelet, slid on white tennis shoes to match your cropped leg pants and breezy t-shirt combo, and laid on a long thin cardigan. You smiled when you realized you were wearing something pretty similar to what Asahi had on.

“Ready!”

As soon as you walked into the brightly lit photoshoot studio together, you were instantly bombarded with a flurry of people. In true assistant fashion, you’d tried to hold one of Asahi’s many bags but no, the long-haired brunette wasn’t having it. His tailor kit and satchel hung from his free arm while his other was busy holding your hand. Though, that didn’t last long, since both of you were immediately herded into opposite directions to prep for the shoot.

Asahi had (thankfully, over the years) become a much more organized man with the good sense to add notes on what went where on the itinerary slid into the front of his bag. You sped-read through it, figuring out your to-do list relatively quickly. You flipped through the hanging bags of covered clothing to match each outfit to each model’s name, steamed all the *needs steaming* tagged garments on the appropriate temperature, and made sure all the shoes matched with their assigned outfits all before lunch.

“You’re killing it baby,” Asahi said in passing, kissing you behind the garment racks as he grabbed the next outfit they needed on set.

“Thank you honey,” you said, looking just as proud of yourself as you felt, “This was way more than just grabbing a “pin or two” like you said but I’m glad I could help. It’s fun seeing the looks all come together. You’re really good at this babe.”

Despite how tiring the day had been, getting to see Asahi in his element this way was extremely interesting to watch, since you were only used to seeing the prep beforehand and the result after. Being apart of bringing it all together was invigorating. 

“Sorry,” he said, looking it, “The project director slid the itinerary into the bag and gave you the bag and pulled me away, then by the time I came to take over you were already halfway through steaming the first few dresses, and the models needed to start fitting and-”

“Honey,” you chuckled, shutting him up with a kiss, “One, I was there, I know. Two, don’t worry about it. I would’ve gotten bored just standing around handing you stuff. I’m glad I could help.”

“I’m glad you were here too hun. The best, most gorgeous, assistant around. 

“Asahi!” a manager called out, probably wondering where he’d wandered off to.

“And, that’s your queue,” you laughed, sneaking in one more kiss, “Need anything else before I head home? Wanna cash in that offer for a coffee?”

“Please,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m gonna crash soon if I don’t get one. Should carry me ‘til we’re done with these last few shots.”

“Can do babe. Now, go. I’ll just bring it over.”

With that, he was on his way back over to the hustle and bustle of the shoot. It’d been a busy day, admittedly. Before you knew it over four hours had passed by in a flash, but it had been fun. Busy as hell, but fun. You weren’t surprised he needed a coffee. 

You made your way to the crafts table, grabbing an orange muffin before you set the espresso maker on for his coffee. You picked at it while you watched the shoot progress from afar, seeing girls change from your boyfriend’s clothing back into their robes and vice versa. 

"Oh, hi! You must be Azumane's assistant, right?” a girl said, sliding up next to you at the craft’s table, “I’m Bella. I’m one of the models. Uh, but you literally just watched me walk over here from the set so I think you knew that. Wait, sorry, was that rude? I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m a huge deal or anything. I just meant I thought you saw me so, you know, of course, the girl taking pictures is a model. Duh.”

Her rambling threw you off a bit. You weren’t expecting the beautiful, long-locked, thin brunette to be the nervous type. Was she even nervous? Maybe it was just her personality to be a chatterbox, who knows?

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled, “I am his assistant for today. I’m not normall-”

“Ah! Oh, yeah. I heard something about you being out for a new baby,” she interrupted, snapping her finger like she’d discovered something fantastic, “Wow, you're glowing! Postpartum looks good on you. You know, the stomach doming thing will die down in a few weeks."

"Stomach doming?" you squinted, not missing how she’d gestured at your stomach when she said that. 

"Yeah, your stomach," she said, pointing down, again, to the offending flesh as she stuffed a donut down her throat, "My cousin just had a baby a month ago and her's looks exactly the same. She can't breastfeed or anything so the weight is coming off super slow for her too. Don't worry, it's totally normal. Sorry, I didn’t mean to notice that you hadn’t pumped since we got here. I’m just really in tune with stuff like that, yunno? Ugh, it's so crazy what our bodies are able to do. Sucks we can't all snap back like Kim K or Beyonce, or at least afford the surgeries to “snap back,” if you know what I mean. Hm, oh well. You look good despite the weight anyway, you don’t need any of that stuff."

Is this what Asahi liked? Tall bimbos with long wavy hair that had no filter and even less meat on their bones? Why would this be the type that he’d choose to model his clothes? Sure there were a few girls modeling his clothes that were bigger than this model, but still. She was so… pretty. She was eating that donut even though she was that thin and still looked amazing. She was effortless. Asahi was talented, effortlessly. Maybe he deserved someone who looked more like her, who was beautiful without trying. The kind of girl who looked pretty in his clothes without trying.

"Oh, thanks," you muttered, throwing the muffin in your hands into the garbage can next to you while you picked up the coffee, "I'm gonna go wrap up and head home. Thanks for the chat, Bella."

"Of course! Good luck with the new baby and everything. We'll take care of Mr. Asahi while you're gone."

You shuddered, speed walking your way around the set until you found your boyfriend kneeling down underneath a model's dress, clasping pins here and there. A female assistant, presumably the photographer’s assistant, observed for the sake of consent and all that, helping the girl with her bodice clasps.

"Hey babe," you called, not wanting to interrupt but you needed to get out of there. Now.

He came out from the layers of frill around her legs with one last pin in hand, his eyes wide behind his little reading glasses perched on his nose.

"Yup? Did you get the..."

"Yes I did," you said, handing him the coffee you’d almost forgotten in your haste, "Need anything else?"

"Nope, I think we're good here now. All the girls are in their last outfits, everything else is organized, and the photographer's lovely assistant here, Leah, already packed all my other stuff so I'm good to go. Wanna take the car and go home? I'll be right behind you. Leah offered to drive me, she doesn't live too far from us."

You shook your head, yes, trying not to look as dejected as you felt.

"I'll see you at home then?" you said, leaning down to give him one gentle kiss before you left, "Leah, bring him home in one piece please."

The petite, young, objectively gorgeous girl beamed as she flashed her glossy white smile at you. Her hair was shoulder length and dark, an almost blue-black. Her eyes were green like sea glass, and she had a few subtle piercings both in her ears and her nose. She was thin, but curvy, and held weight mainly on her breasts and her hips. The teenage version of you, still there buried deep in the recesses of your mind, would've literally killed someone to look like her. Maybe she was more his type instead. Driven, talented, and objectively gorgeous. It made sense.

"No problem Mrs. A. I'll have him home to you in no time. We should be done soon so yeah, be right behind you."

"Great," you said, finally moving and making your way down the walkway to the parking garage.

The ride home was tense. You had your music up way too high, you were driving just a touch too fast, and the lump in your throat was threatening to make tears form in your eyes.

“She’s another assistant. You trusted his other assistant to bring him home all the time, people drop each other off. It’s not that serious,” you muttered to yourself, finally pulling up to your home.

You were dating a fashion designer. A man surrounded by incredulously thin women and men all the time. You had to be more chill about this. He was a good man, you knew that. He’d never said anything to make you feel like your body was an issue, he’d always said things that alluded the exact opposite, actually. So, why? Why did you feel this way?

You’d made it about halfway through your shower and self-loathing when you heard the alarm door chime ring through your house. 

“Honey! I’m home,” Asahi yelled.

You didn’t bother yelling back, knowing he’d hear the shower running eventually and either know why you didn’t respond, or he’d come to find you.

Eventually, he did, rounding the corner into your bedroom just as you exited the shower. He had a bowl of the soap you’d made cradled in his hands with a potholder underneath.

“There’s my gorgeous girlfriend,” he said, not at all subtly looking your naked body up and down.

You covered up with a large fluffy towel, taking your favorite body oil in hand to pat it into your damp skin.

“Yup, here I am. You made it back faster than I thought you would.”

“Really?” he asked, inhaling a spoonful of soup, “We wrapped fast today, everyone was tired and ready to go home. I’m surprised that you came in and showered before you ate something. I wasn’t moving around half as much as you did and I was starving halfway through the shoot.”

“Oh?” you said, feeling anger beginning to bubble beneath the surface of your skin, “Surprised I couldn’t wait an hour before I stuffed my face?”

He was taken aback by that, setting the soup bowl on top of your dresser next to the door before he came in to wrap you in a back hug.

“Okay. We’ve been together for three and a half years. I know what misdirected animosity sounds like in your voice and that was it. What’s going on?”

You let your head loll back against the sliver of exposed chest peeking out from his shirt.

"It’s just,” you sighed, “One of the models thought I was your actual assistant because I'm so fat. She assumed I was the one who had the baby and kept commenting on my body, and it… it was really humiliating, honestly. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.”

"Oh baby,” he groaned, pulling you into a real hug from behind, kissing the underside of your neck. 

“And I just, I let myself go on this mental spiral about her and the other models, and I started wondering if you deserve a better-looking girlfriend, one with a nicer body. You work in fashion, you could easily do way better,” you scoffed to yourself, pointedly not looking at yourself or him in the mirror.

His head snapped up to look at you.

“Excuse me,” he said, appalled, “You have the absolute sexiest body I’ve ever seen in my entire life. It’s protected you and carried you through any and everything you’ve been through, how could I not love it? You’re also the most beautiful you've ever been as long as I've known you. I can’t get over how gorgeous you are. I brag about you to literally anyone who’ll listen. Hell, I spent the whole car ride home talking to Leah about her taking some shots of you, in my designs, for her final portfolio. She was so excited about it."

“Really?” you asked, your voice more of a whine than a real question.

He chuckled, kissing your cheeks.

“Yes! She saw the little yellow boho number I made on one of the models and thought you’d kill it in that for a concept shoot. She’s been planning it for months. She just hadn’t found the right muse until I showed her my favorite photos I have of you. Well,” he hesitated, “not my favorite favorites, but my normal favorites.

You chuckled, sinking more into his arms. He was running his hands along the span of your waist, pulling ever so slightly at the towel wrapped securely around you.

"So, looks aside, even though yours are great, I hope you know that you're more than I deserve. You make me so much better and happier than I ever was on my own. I have no idea how I managed to get such an amazing, talented, smart, sexy person to love me."

He had one hand lightly gripping your upper jaw, his fingers playing with the loose curls that’d escaped from your bun and laid beside your ears.

“I want you to look at yourself for me baby,” he said, kissing down the side of your neck.

Your eyes fluttered open to look at your reflections in the mirror. Your chest was red already just from his hands moving exploratorily around your body. His hand that wasn’t on your face was coming up the slit of your towel, reaching the top to undo the knot you’d made to keep it up. It tumbled to the ground, exposing you fully to him. 

“See how pretty you are?” he asked, running his hand along your stomach, lightly running his nails along the delicate skin until he reached your breasts, taking one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger to squeeze it gently, “I think you’re so pretty when you’re making this face just for me.”

You looked down from his face in the mirror to yours, taking in the pink flush on your cheeks. You’d bitten your lip, leaving it bite swollen and red as well. 

“I’m pretty?” you asked, a soft moan escaping your lips when Asahi lowered the hand he’d held your jaw with down to your pussy, using his foot to slide your legs apart and force you open.

“So pretty,” he said, running his fingers through your quickly moistening folds.

You let him explore you, tilting your head to the side to give him full access to your throat. He kissed and sucked at the skin, leaving small bites and bruises in his path down to your shoulder. He tugged gently on your hardened nipple, rubbing the swollen nub between his fingers.

To say you wanted him badly would be an understatement.

“Do you wanna move this to the bed?” you sighed, a small moan escaping your lips when his fingers delicately swirled around the surface of your clit.

"Please?" he whimpered in your ear, his voice barely a whisper.

He turned you around in his arms, pulling your naked body flush against his own. He kissed you as he walked you both backward towards your bed, careful not to stumble and send you both toppling down to the ground.

You pawed at his clothing, all but physically ripping apart the fabric of his shirt trying to get it off while he hastily unclasped his belt. Dragging his slacks down the length of his legs until they found their place on your carpeted floor.

“I wanna show you,” he said, breaking apart your kiss to toss you onto your sheets, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He wasted no time lowering himself down to your sex, gently pushing his thumbs down into your arousal slick pussy, spreading the lips apart gently to expose your most intimate parts.

"You're so wet for me," he commented, placing sloppy kisses on your clit, "Always so perfect."

He ran his tongue down your cunt and back up again, spreading the juices seeping from your slit around. You couldn't help the moan that came from your lips when he began flicking the little bud with his tongue.

You held his hair in your hands while he licked your clit, letting yourself melt into the pleasure the man you loved, that loved you back tenfold, was coaxing out of you.

You cried out his name when you came, making it sound more like a prayer than a simple collection of syllables.

He crowded into your space after that, cradling your legs as they were wrapped around his waist. He kissed you while he fucked you that night, licking and caressing every part of your skin that he could reach.

He made love to you like his soul would abandon his body if he didn't physically give you everything he had. So many sweet nothings and praises whispered into your ears as he brought you to orgasm again. No matter how hot you felt, or how tired your bodies were getting, you stayed wrapped up in each other. Not moving even when he came deep inside you with your name spilling from his lips. You just stayed like that for a while, him plugging you to keep you full until you physically couldn't stay that way anymore.

And when he bathed you after that and made you popcorn to munch on in bed while you watched a movie together before you inevitably fell asleep, you knew. This man loved you more than words themselves. No one could disrupt that. You just had to be more firm in your self-confidence, and everything will be okay.

[aceoftrashies]

Sick fic with sneezes of one or more of the demons or angels in obey me? (choose you're favorite! )

[What's funny about this is I have to finish a draft, and it's around all seven demon bro getting sick. XD]

[Choose my favorite? Welp, y'all already know who I'm pickin'. ;) ]

[Side note: they’re dating in this bc i’m a helpless asmo simp yeet ;P]

Asmodeus tries his absolute hardest not to get sick, but he woke up one morning coughing and sneezing into his arm, getting a tissue and holding it to his nose as it started running.

MC knocks on his door to check in on him, Asmo allowing them in.

"Asmo, are you feeling okay?" You peek your head in and walk up to his bed, seeing that he was not feeling okay at all. But you wanted him to say it.

"No," he stated with a sniffle. "I caught a cold.. and I keep snihhh... hih'TSHew!! e'sHIEW!! hahhh.... hehhh..! HEH'TSHEW!! hih'SHIEW!!"

He let out several high-pitched sneezes, spraying his arm as he ducked away from you.

"Gesundheit," you state, grabbing some tissues for him once you finished.

"Ugh... thank you, darling." In the Devildom, you used "gesundheit" rather than "bless you" because you knew gesundheit was more of a get well wish.

"Is there anything I can get you?" You ask softly, feeling his forehead with your palm.

"Mmmm, your hand feels nice." Asmo closed his eyes at the touch.

"Asmo." You call softly.

"Hm?" He opened his eyes halfway and looked at you.

"Is there anything I can get you?" You repeat as you look into his eyes.

"Oh! Sorry darling, I wasn't paying attention. Ummmm... I think I'd just like to be held for a while." Asmo stated, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"Alright," you chuckle, gently patting his back. "Scooch over a bit?"

Asmo gladly moved over so you could lay down next to him. You slide in and hold him close, his skin is hot and he rests his head on your chest. 

“Mmmm... you’re so warm.” He cooed with a sniffle.

“You too...” You frown, caressing him. “Really, really warm.” 

“hihh--!!” Asmo sat up, to which you quickly followed.

As soon as you heard the hitch, your instincts kicked in, grabbing a tissue and holding it to the demon’s nose. 

“hahh... ahhh... hih’tshmf! mmf’shiew!” He muffled some sneezes into the tissue, breath hitching again as he released a few more. 

He groaned and mumbled a “thank you” into the tissue as you wiped his nose and threw away the tissue. 

After you did, Asmo laid down and rested his head back on your chest. He looked up with sweet, adoring eyes. 

“Thank you so much, for every--- hih--!!” He turned away, sneezing into his hand. “eh’tcHIew! hih’tCHiew!!” The sneezes were high pitched and sounded very ticklish. “For everything... I really appreciate it.” 

You cooed with appreciation, kissing his forehead. “Awww, it’s no trouble. Anything for you, honey-bun.” 

Asmo giggled and kissed your cheek, nustling himself to you a bit more and softly drifted off to sleep.

[simp-tastic]

heh I'm back after watching the new sk8 episode 😅 could I request a nsfw scenario for Cherry Blossom with a fem s/o where he's had a long day skating and wants to just relax with her?

thank you for another great request. great minds think alike, i simp so hard for everyone in sk8 the infinity. 

enjoy! i got a bit carried away

if you like my woke please consider donating to my ko-fi

cherry blossom | Sakurayashiki Kaoru x fem!reader

“Kaoru” you shouted through the house, certain that you had heard the door to your penthouse apartment open, a sure sign that your fiancée had gotten home from ‘S’. However, your call was to no avail, and no response came. You shrugged it off and continued to make a grilled cheese for yourself. You continued like this for a few minutes, finally hearing a small sigh as your lover walked into the large kitchen. You turned around and were immediately privy to the look of defeat on Kaoru’s face.

“baby” you said leaving behind your sandwich and giving full attention to him, “what happened”. you walked over to him and took his hair out of its ponytail so that you could run your hands over his scalp, attempting to make him feel at ease.

“i don’t want to talk about it” kaoru responded almost too quietly to hear. you decided to leave it, not wanting to push him too far. Kaoru decided to take a bath to attempt to calm his nerves. You stood in the middle of the kitchen until you heard the loud running of bath water, and decided to eat your forgotten sandwich.

once you finished your sandwich you sat back and pondered what could have happened that would cause your lover to react like this. Surely he couldn’t have been distraught by the rookie or a fight with joe, this was different, maybe something happened to carla? regardless you decided that you would make him feel better one way or the other, and an absolutely amazing idea popped into your head.

you walked to the bathroom and opened the door to see Kaoru leaning his head back with his arms resting on the side of the bath. at the sound of the door he opened his eyes to see you standing sheepishly in the doorway.

“mind if i join you” you asked nonchalantly, knowing that he couldn’t possibly refuse the tempting offer. something primal shifted in his eyes, and he slowly responded “be my guest”

a mischievous smile creeps across your face as you oh so slowly take off your clothes. starting with your black joggers, you slowly pull the waistband of the pants over the curve of your ass, making sure that kaoru could see everything. next came your crew next, only eliciting an eyebrow raise when he saw your lack of bra. and finally, once everything else was discarded to the pile. kaoru’s eyes rake over your figure, taking in every bump and crevice on your body, his eyes burning into you.

you slowly walk over to him, slowly stepping into the large bath that is more comparable in size to a hot tub. you slowly lower yourself into the hot water, keeping eye contact with your lover the entire time. and as soon as you were fully lowered into the water, he had you trapped between his strong arms. one of his ands comes up and traces the outline of your face, delicately, almost like you are made of glass.

“tell me know if you don’t want this, because i will not be holding back tonight”

you were so incredibly attracted to the man in front of you that all you could do in response to his question was nod. in the same instant, the man in front of you attacked your lips with a ferocity you had never seen before. a large hand found its way to your nipple, playing with the sensitive bud. you let out a small yelp of surprise, which kaoru used to slip his tongue past your lips. after a few more moments he breaks the kiss from your lips, opting for your neck instead, his hand that was on your chest is now dipping below the water.

his hands work farther down and just as a single digit slips past your entrance, his lips find that spot on your neck that makes you wild, and sucks hard. at first you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but very quickly your gasps turn into moans and just as you’re getting used to it, he shoves another finger in your would-be dripping cunt and begins to pump you at a  grueling pace. waves of pleasure wash over you body but it’s just not enough. Kaoru knows this fact and just as his fingers curl to find that rough patch inside you, an eager thumb starts to rub over your clit mercilessly. You look up at your lover with eyes filled with pleasure and pleading to let you cum. he responds to your voiceless question with a curt nod, and you don’t need to be told twice.

pleasure overtakes your body and you body convulses as a high pitched moan escapes your lips. Kaoru stays pumping you at the same rate and keeps pressure on your clit, prolonging your climax even further. when you finally come down, your met with the eyes of your fiancé, loving and golden. he picks you up with one swoop, making sure that you back is supported and carries you over to the bedroom you share, and gently lays you on the springy bed.

you close your eyes in your sprawled out position on the bed, already tired from the orgasm you just had. when you open your eyes again, Kaoru has put his hair out of his face with a messy bun and his eyes are locked with yours.

“i know your tired honey suckle so i’ll do all the work” your lover says as he trails one hand up your leg. “are you prepped enough to take it” he says, lining his already hard cock up agains you entrance. that same primal look beginning to gleam in his eyes again. you gave him a small nod, telling him that you were ready.

almost in that same moment he was balls deep inside your dripping cunt, and a cry of both pain and pleasure burst through your lips. he gives you no time to adjust as he pulls almost completely back out and then back in at a grueling pace. the pain you once felt is now completely replaced with pleasure and every time he trusts back in he’s now rubbing your walls so perfectly, it feels like you were made for each other. you’re already so sensitive from your previous orgasm that every touch threatens to send you over the edge, and Kaoru is very aware of this fact. one of your shaky hands goes to find you clit, but is slapped away by your lover. “hey, no touching yourself, let me” he says to you with a loving smile. you take your hand away just as he starts rubbing quick circles against your clit. you’re so close, but you need Kaoru to let you cum. you look up at him and let out a barely audible, ‘please’.

“ i know baby. i know you want to cum, but just wait a little longer so we can finish together” he says with loving eyes, holding your hand as he continues to pound into you. his strokes start to become less calculated and strained moans escape his mouth so you know he’s close. He leans close to your ear and whisper, “cum for me honeysuckle”. you don’t need to be told twice, waves of pleasure overtake your body, and you bite down on the junction between your lovers neck and shoulder, eliciting a loud groan from him. you cunt convulses around him and and milks every last drop from his veiny cock. so much pleasure is coursing through your body that you begin to skate uncontrollably as you moan into Kaoru’s large shoulder.

Kaoru pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed, obviously on the verge of passing out from the events of the day. when you look over at your fiancée your met with his loving gaze. he reaches out to pull you in and you lie there, chest to chest, your head tucked under his chin. you quietly ask, “what happened today baby” but when you look up, he’s already asleep. you decide once again, to drop the matter for today, and you lay your head agains his chest, and drift off into peaceful sleep.

[darlingpwease]

there's an anime expo being held at a mall near my residence after two years without it, due to covid concerns, and i couldn't go </3 alack! i wanted to buy a yuuta cosplay since his insane asylum ward patient aesthetic was gender, and my hairstyle is pretty similar to his second year hairstyle; a display of katanas from a history of aikido certainly would help cut down costs on that aspect of his cosplay, but what can one do when one is completely shitfuck broke. oh woe </333

my love;;;;;; shhhh this capitalist world is rotten and needs a revolution </3 it's not worthy of you beloved </333

'insane asylum ward patient aesthetic was gender'

skshjshshshs what a yuutaheart <333

I do not know if I want to say that under the meaning of 'simp' there should be your photo (with /j of course), or to express delight that you are doing cosplay; I am torn </3 but seriously it's so cute,,,, what a sweet carrot-like star,,,,,,,

'history of aikido'? don't you want to tell us more handsome bun?

'but what can one do when one is completely shitfuck broke. oh woe </333'

ahhhhhh poor thing;;;; you make me want to pamper you </3 you always have such adorable & squeezable vibes gosh.

honey, I'm sure that soon your financial situation will stabilize enough for you to buy this.

you reminded me of those words "many shops are closing, but people don't feel it because they couldn't afford things from there before" /hj

about your hairstyle- I always knew you were handsome <3

[nolongerwrites]

I'm sorry, I'm so thirsty for mori and i really liked the scenario! It was amazing! Allright, how about a s/o who is like best friends with elise? They are often doing stuff togehter, like playing little pranks, doing their hairs and just playing and drawing around? I would love headcannons!

Oh babe I simp over fukuzawa 24/7 I feel you😩😩 thank you for reading!!

Mori x Wife!reader who’s best friends with Elise

꧂ with the many years you’ve been married to the port mafias boss you sure have become close to Elise

꧂she preferred hanging out with you than him all the time, you both did everything together

꧂mori tries to take her shopping? You have to be with Elise for her to even consider it

꧂Elise constantly tries to get you to play pranks on your husband with her which you gladly agree to

꧂she especially loves when you bake her all the sweets she can get her hands on even if mori tells her no

꧂you and Elise are basically attached at the hip every day

꧂you act more like a mother figure than a friend to her but that doesn’t matter. She just loves spending time with you!

꧂she always begs you to draw pretty pictures with her. You think she’s a fantastic little artist 💕

꧂the only way mori can get her to dress up in cute dresses is if you do it too. You and Elise love to wear matching outfits.

꧂sometimes you like to play with her long blonde hair while she doodles on her notepad

꧂it’s so soft! And since you don’t have kids of your own she basically fills that void

꧂you do her hair in pony tails, braids, buns, you name it! Elise just loves the attention you give her

꧂ mori swears he felt his heart leap out of his chest when he watched Elise fall asleep in your arms as you held her

꧂he often gets jealous since she doesn’t act the same way towards him like she does you

꧂”come on honey you know I still love you every moment of the day” you told him as he sulked against his desk

꧂you think it’s sweet that Elise tries to protect you constantly 💕 she holds your hand when you both go out shopping

꧂you take her out for more sweets after your little trip

꧂Elise demands a kiss on the cheek too when she sees you kiss mori

꧂mori complains that you baby her too much, and you brush him off before giving Elise the biggest hug. She squeezes you back before sticking her tongue out at your husband.

꧂you two were inseparable