#Short Drabble

[therabbitthatpostthings]

The thought of Nanami having to do an video call from home and you come in to give him coffee. He kisses your hand cause you accidentally burnt it and tells you to rest for the rest of the morning but you tell him your hungry and started making breakfast already.

“I’ll bring you some when it’s done!” You already out the door.

“Don’t go overboard!” He calls.

“I’m making French toast~!”

He smiles to himself, truly blessed to married to you. His happiness is ruined by an agitating, grating voice.

“Aww Nanamin~ Your spouse is so cute!” Gojo cooed. Nanami can feel his eye start to twitch at the realization he didn’t turn his camera or mic off.

“Gojo please stay focused.” Yaga sighs.

“Alright,” he resigned “But you should know we can all see they aren’t wearing bottoms-”

You heard the door open and footsteps fast approaching the living room, “Did you finish early Kento?”

You peeked over and saw him by the front door putting his shoes on. “Why are you wearing your harness? Where are you going?”

“To commit murder.”

[yung-notorious]

gojo the type of baby dad who insist you be his plus 1 to happy hours & friends get togethers saying he’s not quite ready to break the news to his colleagues and inner circle, but the truth of the matter lies between not wanting to show up by himself with your absence standing out and not wanting to admit to himself that the separation is real. you show up once but not again, he needs to face reality.

gojo the type of baby dad who sends more than enough child support, always taking notice of a new purse or pair of heels that you buy with it (you work hard raising your child, you need a treat every once in a while too), but doesn’t confront you on it because in his mind it’s his indirect way of still giving you gifts. he misses the way your face would light up whenever he came home with a gift box from Bloomingdale’s or Sak’s.

gojo the type of baby dad to be a nervous wreck at Christmas dinner back at his family house. It’s the first holiday since the separation. He puts on a happy face for his daughter, at the end of the day she’s all who matters right? He keeps conversations brief with you, asks how she’s getting along at school and if she has everything she needs. You tell him she’s doing fine and that she’s well taken care of. He barely speaks to you after that, he doesn’t know how to now out of fear of upsetting you again, yet he can’t help himself from taking loving glances at you from across the dinner table.

gojo the type of baby dad to get over his fears and try to do it big on your first Mother’s Day being single, he invites you to a reservation at a five star and has a small blue box from Tiffany’s in his pocket, but you decline, your daughter doesn’t have a baby sitter at such short notice. He sends you a bouquet of roses to your work office the next day instead. Theres a spa certificate in the card along with ten 100 dollar bills. He hopes you treat yourself, maybe buy a new dress for him to fawn over through his phone the next time he’s on your social media page. You do end up buying a dress, you have a date next week and need something new to wear that you haven’t already with your ex Gojo. You eventually donate those older dresses, they remind you too much of him.

gojo the type of baby dad to break down after hearing word that you met a man and things are getting serious between the two do you. He texts you a long paragraph apologizing for all his wrongs, asking you for forgiveness saying he misses you and his daughter, he just wants his family back, he says he’ll be better this time. It takes a lot of push & pull but eventually you give in, you let him move back home but not without a long conversation on boundaries and respect.

gojo the type of baby dad to actually do get better. he spends more time with his child at home and not all his time with the first years at Tokyo Tech. he hasn’t missed a single parent meeting or recital. You start going to happy hours and get togethers again. None of his friends find out the real reason behind your absence, you tell them that you’ve just been busy raising the daughter, they tell you you’re glowing and that you look the happiest they’ve ever seen you and it’s right then and there that Gojo realizes you mean more than the world to him, getting on one knee and proposes to you. he’s had the ring since before the break up, always kept in his pocket since coming home waiting for the right moment. You say yes.

[nadiahshaven]

good girl

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summary : continuation of we leavin.

content : connie x fem!reader. reader is black-coded. mentions of dumbification. connie has a papi kink.

translations : buena chica/good girl

wc : 480.

a/n: i feel horrible ab this chi😭 but y’all asked, so i delivered. its quite a quick read so enjoy. and also thank yall for all the love. so so so grateful. te amo!

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“you gon’ listen next time, baby? huh?”

you only nodded in response, the words being taken out of your mouth due to the ecstasy sizzling through your nerves. right after leaving the party, connie didn’t say a word. not on the way to the car, not in the car, and not during the drive home. it pushed a sense of slight fear into you, given he’d never been this silent before. however, when you both got into the house, he said a singular sentence that made you regret pushing your luck at the party.

“im’a show you how to watch ya’ mouth.”

and that’s exactly how you ended up at the edge of the bed, knees beside your head, in nothing but in your black, lace panties that were pulled to the side as connie drove his dick through you like moses when he parted the red sea. he was bowed over you, your sweaty foreheads touching while he gave you your life. your hands were going numb from how tight they gripped onto the sheets below you, having a fistful of some in each hand.

“tell me, ma.” connie repeated, not falling clueless to the way your lips were parted, and eyes almost crossing from how good he was making you feel. you couldn’t even moan properly. just grunts, groans, and heavy pants to express your pleasure.

you wanted to hear him. you wanted to respond, but anytime you tried, he’d hit that one spot inside of your walls that would send you into a state of inexplicable bliss again. connie’s hands were currently interlocked behind your head to keep it from falling back into the mattress, but he moved one in favor of grabbing your jaw with it. his thrusts slowed down from the once fast pace they were at, but became more harsh.

“say it, baby. use ya’ words.” connie coo’ed, the sound of his balls slapping against the fat of your ass in even intervals as he fed you each thrust.

“uh-huhh.“ you nodded, still not being able to put words together. the pace he was going dumbed you up even more, and he could tell too, by the slight squelch of every time he stuffed you, along with your pussy squeezing around him. though, your response still didn’t satisfy him.

“words, i said. i don’t speak in noises.” connie sped back up, in an attempt to snatch an answer from you. with this, he did.

“fuckyess- im’a listen, con-“ you said, but quite incoherently.

“who?” connie stopped completely. you immediately realized your mistake. “fix that.” he said, to which you obliged.

“im’a listen, papi..” you looked up at him with watery eyes. your vision blurred from said water as he started up again, somehow hitting an angle that you didn’t even know existed, snatching your soul from you completely.

“buena chica. now, cum fa’ papi.”

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property of @nadiahshaven.

[mamayan]

★彡 Too Bad? ☆彡

Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader

I dreamt of this lol

tw: NSFW • FLUFF • Fingering (F) • Thigh Fucking •

“You’re doing so well songbird,” his voice is even and soft juxtaposed to the lewd wet squelching noises and warbled moans from your lips.

It wasn’t fair.

He had you losing your mind with two fingers inside your sopping pussy alone, but he was serene as ever doing it. Aside from a light dusting of pink across his cheeks, nothing else was different from his regular expression.

You reached out, gripping onto the fabric of his haori and tugging until he leaned down for you, slotting his soft warm lips against your own. He kisses you like he wasn’t about to ruin you with another orgasm, like he didn’t plan to add a third finger and stretch you further in preparation for his cock.

You’d both been working up to it so long, and admittedly you were a little impatient.

When his tongue slips into your mouth, your gooey walls clamp down, strangling his fingers as liquid gushed and soaks his hand.

“That’s it,” he coos, curling his fingers up and prolonging the quakes which wrack your poor sweaty body, mouth opened as if electrocuted as your mind goes blank.

“‘M-Mei—,” you can hardly even pant his name, as he sweetly kisses your clammy forehead and begins to press another finger inside.

It hurts. You don’t voice it but you don’t need to, not when your finger nails nearly break skin as they dig into his forearm, your breathing labored when he finally slides it in with the other two.

You feel heavy, so full and you know his cock is even more but you want him closer.

“We can stop at any time little bird, tell me please,” you nearly cry when he tried to pull his fingers free, clamping your legs closed and halting his movements in shock.

“No Mei! I’m okay, please, I want you, I want this.”

His lips press into a line, but he relents as he pushes his fingers back in, your overly sensitive walls fluttering and constricting as you whine.

He fucks you slowly, no real force used but just pushing and pulling required a bit strength due to how tightly you clung to his fingers.

He let his knees take his weight and free his other hand, which slid up your soft waist and to your chest, where he lightly rolled and plucked your nipples, tightening them into buds before he was letting his mouth take over. Your symphony of moans only had his cock twitching in his pants, hard and leaking as he imaged just how wonderful it would feel to be fully connected with you.

Three fingers started with an ache and ended with overwhelming pleasure as you began moving your hips for more friction, feeling the knot inside you begin twisting tighter as you sink your fingers into Gyomei’s soft short locks. Your grip only tightens, chest pushing up into his mouth for more as your back arches, before you come apart. Whining and crying as your sensitivity becomes almost painful.

Gyomei can’t see it, but he can feel the mess he’s made of you, covered in your own slick and fluids, and clearly at your ropes end as you senselessly beg for what you truly wanted.

He wanted it to.

Flipping your positions easily, Gyomei slide his haori off as he began unbuckling his belt, your hands becoming impatient and knocking his away as you took over undressing him with a huff.

He chuckles, smile dripping honey as he lets you take control. “Be easy with me song bird, I’m fragile,” his teasing isn’t lost on you, the mood already lighter despite your nerves heightening.

You’d seen him shirtless before, it was nothing to toss his top, but as you opened up his pants, and helped him bring them down his thighs, you truly couldn’t help pausing.

You must’ve stared too long, or maybe you’d made a noise. “Little bird, we can stop here and now, I promise. Hey,” your cheeks are cupped, your face turned up to look at him and you realize his kind expression is all for you in this moment. “We don’t need to rush anything, I know I’m not, hmm… I know I’m not going to comfortably fit ever, but there’s no reason it should be painful for you.”

His words only filled you with a renewed sense of warmth and vigor, as you quickly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He held you in his lap for a moment, savoring your lips and mouth as your tongues danced until your let your legs spread wide and core nestle against his own.

He jolted from the feeling of your hot wet core pressed against his cock, and he moaned when you sat up more and slid against him. Your folds parting for the engorged shaft pressed against them, twitching as you ground against him. He broke the kiss to groan low in his throat, his own hips bucking back against you as you continued to lubricate him with your own release.

His large palms rested against your hips, only light pressure in his grip as he lets you set whatever pace you wanted.

Apparently, the pace was trying to impale yourself like a fool.

It shocked you both silly when you’d wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted up, letting his swollen reddened tip kiss your entrance, before attempting to slam down and take him at once.

“Ha!” Your cry was not of pleasure, and even Gyomei released a hiss of pain as his hands yanked your hips back up and removed you from his cock.

Your poor cunt burned, the weight and force had taken him about a quarter inside of you, but the speed gave your body no time to relax. It felt like you’d branded yourself down there, as tears welled up in your eyes because it still stung.

“Namu Amida Butsu— tsk, my love are you alright?” He didn’t sound as hurt as you, his strong arms quick to wrap you up and pull you close.

Your little sniffle does nothing to help ease his anxiety, and the pathetic “m’okay…” isn’t reassuring either.

“We’re done. Do you need to see Shinobu? We’ll get cleaned up and go see her now—,”

“Absolutely not! I’m fine! Really, I-I want to continue!” The pain was nothing compared to the embarrassment of admitting to that woman you’d harmed yourself with your lover’s cock. “Mei, we’ve been working towards this so long, a-and I’m already sort of opened up now, so let’s just—“

“No.” You freeze, taking in the serious lines of his face, and having known him so long, you knew arguing wouldn’t sway him. Nothing would now.

“I’ll respect your decision not to see Shinobu, but we’re stopping here today. I should’ve stopped us earlier…” he trails off with regret at the end, and you’re struck with a sense of unwillingness.

“Mei, this isn’t fair, I’m always the one being pleased, you hardly let me touch you, I want to make you feel good too—,” he cuts you off.

“Too bad.”

“Mei—,” his head shakes, and he’s ready to deny you again, but a spur of the moment thought helps you shut him down before he can begin.

“What if you don’t put it inside me?” He halts, mouth open but he slowly closes it again, waiting for you to continue.

You wince as you sit up a bit, the fiery pain from earlier gone and replaced with a dull manageable ache. You swallow thickly, realizing now what you’re about to ask and becoming a bit flustered. Was it weird…? You weren’t sure, but you needed to steel yourself or he’d end the night and force you both to bed after a bath.

He’s truly a man of patience, because you couldn’t count the number of times he hadn’t finished when you’d be intimate. You wanted him to fall apart like that too, like you always do.

“We, well you, could use my…my thighs.” You felt awkward, but the tilt of his head and no immediate refute was a good sigh. His arms were crossed, and he seemed to think it over for a moment.

“Okay… but you need to promise me you’re truly alright. I’m not going to use your body when you’re hurt.” You were elated, giddy almost, because a well of pride was bubbling inside you.

“I’m a little sore, but other than that I’m fine. There’s no pain anymore.” He nods, and you realize he was no longer hard anymore. Well of course he wouldn’t be, you grimace, you’d tried to break it when you slammed down on him.

“Oh! I’m sorry…” He sighs, but the smile playing on his lips comforts you, and he encourages you back on his lap. You’re happy to return his gentle kiss as he leans down.

Gentle turns to passionate, as the earlier fumble gets dismissed as you both begin rubbing and kissing one another.

His cock is quick to harden again after feeling your soft lips and knowing you were alright. He also couldn’t help the erotic thought of using your thighs, something he was a bit ashamed not to have come up with sooner.

When he felt you grinding your core against him again, he sat up on his knees, turning you so your back was against his chest. He pulls you flush against him, actually holding up all your weight and keeping you off the futon so his cock could jut out from between your legs.

The sight was debauched, your head looking down at his enormous dick covered in your sticky arousal, resting heavy between your soft smooth thighs and dripping cunt. You couldn’t help clamping them closed, as Gyomei helped you both lay on your sides, his entire chest encompassing your smaller frame.

He’s careful not to lean too much weight onto you, as he slides one thigh under yours, and the other on top, caging your legs between his own.

“Mei…?” You glance up curiously, but his brows are furrowed in concentration as you feel him begin to apply pressure and clamp your thighs even tighter. “Oh!” You gasp, feeling his cock pressed against your core so much more like this, and his own little sigh is filled with pleasure too, as he rocks his hips a little.

The glide is easy, your copious release enough to coat him thoroughly and slide between your thighs seamlessly.

“Little bird you feel so good,” his groan sends shivers down your spine, as one arms wraps around your waist and anchors you to him, his pace picking up.

He’s fucking your thighs. Cock sliding back and forth against your pussy as warmth spreads throughout you both. He keeps gently grazing your clit with his tip, the sensitive nub sparking to life your arousal as you grind back against him, moaning with him now.

You watch it, as it pops out and disappears between you, the speed in which you see it increasing as his pants and groans do.

You look up at him again, his face even more flushed and skin sweaty as he uses you like a toy for his pleasure.

Granted a toy he made cum many, many times before.

“Do you—hah, feel good Mei?” He looks down at the sound of your voice, eyes lidded and nearly closed as he nods, “You’re so wet little bird, do you like how my cock rubs against you?”

You moan, loving how the passion rises when he’s close to his release.

The erotic noises increasing as his heavy balls slap against the soaked skin of your ass, his hips beginning to add more weight as his rhythm falters.

“Mei, m’gonna—,” you gasp, feeling him angle his hips up to rub even harder against your clit.

“Me too, cum for me—,” when his cock gets even wetter as you cry out, his thighs tense and increase the pressure as he twitches and his load shoots out.

Hot cum coats you, him, and all between your thighs and pussy as he grips you in a bear hug against him and pants. His hips rutting and humping you until every pearly drop of his cum is milked.

You go limp, this orgasm finally your limit as you nearly fall asleep despite the mess you both made.

He chuckles, kissing your cheek and hair line as he releases you to sit up.

“Do you want a bath song bird, or just to clean up and go to bed?”

“I don’t know… do you want to use my mouth next time?”

He nearly choked on his own saliva. He hasn’t thought of that either…

[boothillzvhs]

Cute n’ fluffy things with geto:3

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NSFW warning!

-definitely puts you in a mating press when wearin his hoodie:3

-womb fucking

-shares you with gojo

-definitely tortures your poor clit

-semi Public fucking :3

-fucks you so hard that you become stupid and your eyes become crossed

-fucks you so full of cum that it’d look like you’re pregnant :3

-forces you to make yourself cum, and if you can’t..oh boy, he’d fuck you so hard

-geto really likes breeding, and when he has a bunch of stress he takes it out on you with sex :p

- makes you bob on his cock ;3

-plugs his cum in you with his cock to make sure it doesn’t fall out

-drinks your titty milk:3

-makes you swallow all his salty/sweet cum

-his cum taste a little bit like coffee creamer (caramel kind)

-makes you lap ride him

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[yakamozz3]

❝ I know you can take it ❞

༄ 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: sasuke x reader

༄ 𝒯𝒲／𝒞𝒲：fem!reader, boyfriend!sasuke, p in v, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, porn without plot, use of ‘good girl’, praising, choking

𝒫ℛ𝒪ℳ𝒫𝒯 ☆*:・ﾟ

Sasuke just loves you so much, but he also loves to take out his Stress on you <3

“just look at you“ sasuke cooes down at you with a grin on his face while thrusting into you with no mercy. “Taking it all like a good girl” he mockingly says cupping one of your tear stained cheeks with his hand. He just came back from a mission that night -an especially unpleasant one too- that really fucked with him, so why not fuck it out on you when he comes home he thought, and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since.

there you were submissively laying under him as he bullies his large cock into your -by now- sore little cunt. “sasuke” you slur out while other breathy whines escape from your glossy plump lips, the sound of skin slapping against each other and your sasukes groans filling the small room completely.You were completely cock drunk from his deep thrusts and his tip always hitting that one spot which makes you go insane. Your walls clenching so well around his cock, a creamy circle forming at the base of his cock from fucking your balls deep.

“sasuke” you call out again as tears well up in your ( e/c ) eyes from all of the pleasure. The way he rolled his hips, the way deep groans escape his mouth and the way your tummy bulges at his length makes you go feral. And he knows that too. “you’re too deep, I feel it in my tummy!” you barely manage to get out being too distracted from sasukes thick cock in your creamy pussy dragging against your gummy walls with each thrust making tears stream down your face.

“you feel me hm?” he replies with a breathy voice trying not to cum already, at this rate he didn’t just drive you crazy but also himself, getting lost in your wet tight pussy that was also so fucking warm he could come every second if he didn’t take pride in making you cum multiple times before he did. “Mhmm” you moan out while eagerly nod your head as a reply as he wipes away a tear from your cheek. deep groans still escaping his parted lips while his arousal washes away the anger and stress from before. “You’re so good to take your stress out on” he moans seemingly going faster, wrapping his hand tightly around your neck.

“Sasuke!” you moan out with your back arching and pussy clenching around his cock “I can’t take it anymore” you cry out with a whine and tear filled eyes watching sasuke still pounding you without a care.

“I know you can take it”.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ： this was the first thing I’ve ever written some months ago and I finally got the courage to post it! Ik it has room for improvement so if you have any critic feel free to leave it here for me!!

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

May I request a yandere naga x gn reader, [smut can be optional]

I love monster men! Sorry this took so long

Yandere!Naga x GN!Reader

CW: Death, blood, abduction, short drabble

A virgin sacrifice?

1974

The friend group of incredibly drunk college kids stood near the edge of a forest, headed by Nathan who was wielding a ridiculously goofy dagger he had found in a thrift shop, reading an incantation from equally goofy book.

"Oh Fentoo, deity of the Earth, hear our cries!" Nathan waved his dagger. "Behold, our virgin sacrifice!"

(Reader) snorted. "Who's the virgin?"

Nathan glared down at them from the stump he was standing on. "You are, now shoosh."

"But.. I'm not a virgin?" (Reader) rolled their eyes, exhausted from their friend's antics. "Why not use Gayle; he's a virgin."

The awkward nerd beneath Nathan looked up at his leader with wide eyes. "Please don't sacrifice me, Nathan."

Nathan dropped his arms to his sides, sighing, clearly upset over the amount of times his ritual was being interrupted. "Gayle's a virgin because, well.. look at him, no offense Gayle. But you're.. decent looking? Fentoo will be more likely to come if he thinks you're a virgin, right?"

(Reader) rubbed their eyes, exhausted after the amount of beer they had been chugging all night. "Right, and what happens to me when he finds out that I'm not a virgin?"

"I don't know..? He doesn't eat you?" Nathan shrugged. (Reader) couldn't tell if he truly believed in the nonsense he was spewing, but allowed him to continue regardless, ignoring him in favor for another beer.

Gayle shook, unstable on his feet. "So what do you get if Fentoo accepts the sacrifice- (Reader)?"

"Uh.." Nathan flipped through the worn out book. "Fine metals of the earth, which is his domain."

"Damn, you're going to kill me for some gold?" (Reader) playfully asked in an offended tone.

Nathan opened his mouth in a wide smile, ready to respond, but suddenly fell slack jawed, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

A dark shadow rose behind (Reader), engulfing them in an unnaturally coldness.

"No.. you shall receive nothing, but death."

A voice deep and gravely growled so lowly that it rumbled in the drunk adult's chest and made their knees knock together. Very slowly, (Reader) turned, alcohol failing to give them any liquid courage.

Blocking out the light of the moon, a being emerged from the trees and extended up, rising to his full height. With ink black, scaly skin that elongated beyond his waist, a half human half snake monster that was like a living shadow smiled down at the humans beneath him, the only visible feature being his bright white fangs.

His movements were faster than a lion's, launching past (Reader) and striking the two drunk men before they could run.

(Reader) was powerless as they watched their best friends get ripped apart in from of them, torn open by the monster's bare hands. Blood splattered everywhere, even hitting (Reader's) face with splashes of red.

And they could do nothing.

As he moved under the night sky, the moon now illuminated his body, revealing the blue shine to his scales and skin, the strong features of his mostly human, noseless face, and his long locks of black hair cascading freely down his muscular back. His black eyes appeared to be staring at everything and nothing, unblinking as he murdered two innocent humans.

(Reader) was ready to die. Frozen with fear, their drunken mind accepted their fate. Even after watching the god's jaw unhinge to consume the pieces that used the be their friends, (Reader) was still.

But their death never came.

They watched the monster eat until there was nothing left but blood stains, however, when he turned to (Reader), he was nothing but smiles.

"The debt has been paid." He stated while grabbing the ceremonial dagger off the grass.

(Reader's) face must have conveyed their bafflement, because the creature chuckled before explaining; "The sacrifice has been accepted. Now you shall be rewarded."

Liquid gold poured up through the dirt around the horrified young adult's feet, solidifying as it came into contact with the air.

A single tear cleaned away blood from (Reader's) cheek. "I don't want gold."

His smile grew, revealing the inhuman split in his cheeks. "Oh? And what is it that you want?"

He reached out a cold hand, caressing their stained face.

"Jewels?"

".. no."

"Iron? Copper?"

Each time they nervously shook their head 'no' it seemed to please the deity more.

"Would you perhaps.. wish for a long life? One full of joy, and free from pain?" His voice softened as he rubbed his thumb against their trembling bottom lip. They could see the round of Nathan and Gayle as they moved through his body to be digested.

More cries escaped them. "Yes, please."

As soon as the words left their lips, (Reader) was scooped into the creature's strong arms, cradling them to his chest.

"Good."

He carried his newly claimed partner towards his domain, the land of the immortal.

"I am Fe Ntu. And I'd be honored to give you joy and love, for the rest of eternity."

[shaypie67]

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Summary: Ben has been being an asshole lately and decides to make it up to you. (NO SMUT)

Pairing: Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language/Cursing.

Word Count: 722

"Will you stop?" I snap at him from where I'm trying to wash the dishes, getting a little distracted as he comes up behind me, pulling my tightly against him.

He just huffs and stands back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What is your problem?" He scowls back at me.

I huff and drop a plate onto the table so hard it almost breaks as I turn to look at him.

"My problem is... we just had a massive dinner and I'm the one who has to do the dishes and clean the house when I feel like dropping to sleep because all you can think of is your cock!"

He clenches his jaw and scoffs a little bit, turning away from me.

"That's not my fucking job! It's the woman's and the last time I checked it was you!"

I take a deep breath, staring at him with tears glazing my eyes, thinking he was getting better at adjusting to the new worlds, only to be brought back to the beginning.

"Screw you!" I argue back through gritted teeth and throw the sponge down too and storm off into the bedroom.

Ben stands there quietly, surprised by your outburst. He feels the guilt rise in him and lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

He knows how much you do for him, despite him being an ass and feels bad for blowing up in your face. Knowing he has to make it up to you somehow.

He looks around the kitchen and living room, looking at all the dirty plates and pots from where they had a joint dinner with Annie and Hughie. He nods again and grabs the sponge, grimacing at washing the wet food off the plates and buzzes around until the entire apartment is clean and he's panting heavily. Surprised by how much effort it took, but glad he did it for you.

He walks into the bedroom and sees you lying on the bed, nose in one of your favourite books. He steps closer and lays down on the bed next to you, grabbing your book and moving it to the nightstand.

I look over at Ben confused, still upset with him so I choose to stay quiet.

He takes a deep breath, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls your back to his chest, letting out a sigh into your neck as he hugs you close. Whispering into your ear.

"I'm sorry."

I look down at his hand on my waist, taking a deep breath myself as I hear his small apology, knowing that probably took a lot out of him to admit. I smile a little and interlace my fingers with his, leaning into his hold.

"It's okay... I was just tired and didn't feel like doing a deep clean on the kitchen" I reply quietly, feeling his thumb rub my knuckles as he kisses the back of my neck.

"You don't have to. I finished it for you."

That makes me pause, turning over to look at his smirking face a little dumbfounded.

"You... washed the kitchen?"

He chuckles a little at your reaction to him actually getting off his ass and doing something for once, but he doesn't act too smug about it.

"Yes. And FYI, we're getting a dishwasher. Touching wet food from the bowl was nasty." His nose scrunches up, remembering the odd soggy feeling he powered through.

I can't help but laugh at his facial expression, using my hand to cup his cheek, kissing him softly on the lips, sighing softly when I feel him kiss me back. I pull away and barely speak above a whisper.

"Thank you."

He doesn't reply and just pulls you down onto his chest, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you close to him.

"Now no more whining, I'll buy the dishwasher so neither of us have to clean again." He grumbles in his usual grumpy tone, but I notice more of a humored tone than any anger behind it. So I just close my eyes and nuzzle into his chest, enjoying the warmth.

"Goodnight, Ben." I say before closing my eyes, letting sleep take me after the long day.

He hums in reply before kissing your forehead softly, replying in a barely audible tone.

"Night, Doll."

THE END

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

the ocean loves her children, you see.

There's an old story selkies tell their children. The ocean loves her children, you see: if you ask for her help, she will gift you the things you need, even if they are not what you want. So most seafolk- sirens, merkin, sea monsters, etc- were once like us: the soft and gentle selkie folk, who love the ocean and the world she gives them. But they were once in need of the ocean mother's help, and their hearts cried to her- and she answered them in kind, changing them beyond the magic their shapeshifting allowed. And so they survived.

You were lost from your family, in a strange sea, and had tried to help a struggling sailor. When they had turned on you, wanting your skin, you were shocked, scared, confused, angry, and you screamed your heartbreak so deeply that your throat went raw- and the ocean mother gave you new gifts, and you used them to tear the sailors apart.

selkies are meant to be soft, kind, the gentlest of the ocean's children. and in your moments of pain and betrayal, you had chosen to forsake those things. your rage and agony tore the water red and frothy, until there were no sailors left to rip apart.

you fell into despair, then. you tried to rip the scales from your back, tear the fins from your bones, but all for naught. then you slept. you did not want to wake. but the ocean heard the weak cries of your heart, and carried you to a new home.

you woke to another boat. more sailors. you were terrified. of them. of yourself. one spoke to you, fed you, tended your wounds. you were scared- scared of him. scared of how your heart longed to be healed by him.

later, you would love him. and, later still, you would feel whole again.

[lovelyflowers-world]

Lemon Girl

So I thought about this when listening to Lemon boy by cavetown I think it's pretty good I don't know though

Percy Jackson x Reader

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There once was a bitter sweet man and they called him lemon boy 

It was never easy being the daughter of Nyx people never seemed to want to be near me because my mother was one of the most feared goddesses she was even feared by Zeus himself.

 So I kept to myself in the garden I planted away from everyone in my own bitterness. Until he came around he was like a dam weed he just wouldn't go away no matter how much I pushed him to go away. 

"I'm Percy. Percy Jackson son of Poseidon"

"(Y/N) daughter of Nyx please go away you're stepping on my carrots" 

He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed and like weeds do he only came and grew back again 

It seemed no matter how long or hard I pushed and pushed he was always there waving to me or by my side trying to speak to me 

"What are those?" 

"They're snapdragons" 

"And what are those" 

"Fly traps" 

So I figured this time I might as well let him be 

After awhile I got used to him being around so much it seemed like he just became a part of my routine like clockwork he was there every day after his practices so I thought 'might as well put him to work' 

"Wait so how do I do this?" 

I rolled my eyes "If they've fully blossomed cut them and take out the thorns and put them in the bucket sound simple?"

"okay got it!" 

He never seemed to complain always happy to be there 

Lemon boy and me started to get along together I helped him plant his seeds and we mowed the lawn in bad weather

"So you're just going to dig a small holes about four inches deep and plant your seeds and if we take care of it good enough you'll have a watermelon patch" I looked over to him and smiled 

He smiled back and nodded and got to work. He never seemed to care about all the dirt and bugs he'd had to encounter 

But soon his bittersweet started to rub off on me 

I looked over and saw Clarisse picking on Percy I ran over 

"HEY!" They looked over to me Clarisse was scared as shit "Why don't you go shove your spear up your ass or something Clarisse!" I grabbed Percy and pushed him away as we walked off 

"Thanks" I looked to him and rolled my eyes 

"Yeah well I wasn't doing it for you I was doing it because she almost pushed you into my lilies" I blushed and ran off 

"GET TO WORK SEAWEED BRAIN!" 

I found out that my friends are more of the savory type and they weren't too keen on compromising with a nice lemon pie

"why are you hanging out with her?!" 

I looked over and saw Percy talking to Annabeth they looked to me and I looked away 

"She's nice I actually really like hanging out with her" 

"She's bad news Percy her mom is the goddess of night of darkness!" 

I sighed and walked further away I knew this day would come he'd leave soon enough 

"Hey I picked the oranges you asked for" 

I looked over and he was smiling at me...maybe he wasn't going to leave 

But what if I run out of fertilizer?

"Idiot! Be careful!" 

I grabbed onto Percy's hand pressing a towel against it he cut himself on a knife cutting off a piece of orange for himself 

"Aw does the big bad bitter (Y/n) care about me?" 

I rolled my eyes and applied more pressure than necessary on his wound and walked away 

"As if I'd care about you seaweed brain" 

What if the clouds run out of rain?

"You're going on a quest?" 

"Yeah it shouldn't take long we're just going to track down a demigod who needs help" 

I looked at him I was concerned what if Percy didn't come back I'd be all alone again I'd loose the only friend I've had in my fifteen years of being here 

"Hey don't worry I'll be okay I have Annabeth and Grover to help me" 

He smiled and I nodded he hugged me I was so surprised 

"take care of my watermelon patch" 

I rolled my eyes and pat his back and sighed 

"You better come back or else I'll rip your your watermelon patch and plant a lemon tree" 

He laughed oh gods please let him come back home safely 

What if Lemon boy won't grow no longer?

It's been a month and Percy hasn't come back I've been more worried than I ever have been as I continued to cut the roses I heard footsteps 

"(Y/N) here Chiron asked me to deliver this to you" 

I turned around and saw a child of Hermes hand me a letter sealed with a brown envelope I smiled up at them they looked stunned 

"Thank you" 

I got up and walked away 

"Did she just tell you thank you?!" 

"Oh my gods" 

"Percy definitely changed her" 

I rolled my eyes and walked into my cabin and looked at the letter reading the name 

"Percy" 

What if beaches dry of sugar cane?

Run. 

That was the only thing on my mind as I ran in the rain my clothing soaked to the max I could care less about that I had only one thing on my mind 

"PERCY!" 

I ran toward the med cabin 

The whales start to beach themselves

People were trying to push me back keeping me from going inside 

"STOP! STOP I HAVE TO SEE HIM!" 

I pushed them all back and ran into Chiron we just stood silent in front of each other it was like I was communicating with him 'please I have to see him' 

He moved aside 

Tortoise shells tear away from their spines

I walked up to his bed slowly Grover and Annabeth by his sides looked to me 

"We're sorry (Y/n) we tried to stop him but he was trying to protect the new demigod and..and he got hurt" 

It happens all the time, it happens all the time

I don't even know who was talking to me I was too busy staring at Percy his body battered and bruised a large gash on his stomach that was bandaged 

They up to me patting me on the shoulder and walked away to leave me alone with him I walked up to his side and fell to my knees hugging his waist crying into it 

"Percy..Percy you stupid idiot you said you'd be safe"

Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever

I woke up to the sound of Percy taking a deep breath I moved away from him and he looked at me confused 

"(Y/N)?" 

I wasted no time in hugging him I was crying even harder than last night 

"Percy! Percy you idiot I told you to be safe! What the hell!?" 

He chuckled and hugged me back tightly he moved me back a bit to look me in the eyes 

"I thought you didn't care about me?" 

I smiled and shook my head 

Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever

Me and Percy were walking through camp flowers in hand handing them out to people my roses grew beautifully this season all thanks to Percy 

"Imagine that Percy Jackson and (Y/n) (L/n)?" 

"She seems a lot less bitter with him around" 

"I like it" 

I smiled and walked closer to Percy bumping my shoulder with his 

"where to next seaweed brain?" 

Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever

Me and Percy were running around past curfew laughing hand in hand  

"Percy where are we going?!" 

"You'll see" 

He looked back at me for a moment before looking forward again running faster I laughed louder 

"Percy hold on!" 

Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever

We stopped at my garden under my lemon tree there was a nice picnic set out 

"Percy? is this-" 

"For us? Yes yes it is" 

He dragged me to the blanket and sat me down handing me a plate 

"Lemon pie?" 

"I know it's your favorite" 

I blushed and looked away embarrassed I looked up to sky the stars and moon looked beautiful 

"They're not as beautiful as you" 

I probably looked like a cherry now jeez this boy is going to kill me 

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

Me and Percy were working in the garden when a few other people came around 

"Hey can we help you (Y/n)?" 

"Yeah I want to help too!" 

"Can you teach me how to care for my plants they're starting to die" 

I was getting overwhelmed by all the talk happening that's when Percy stepped in 

"Hey back off my girlfriend will you one at a time" 

'Girlfriend!?' 

Cause we're the bitterest boys in town

Me and Percy were sitting by the lake watching the sunset He leaned his head on my shoulder 

"So about what happened earlier- I didn't mean to call you my girlfriend- I mean not that I would mind for you to be my girlfriend I would love that- but of course you have a choic-" 

Cause we're the bitterest boys in town

I kissed him and once I pulled away I looked at him and smiled 

"I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend Percy" 

I leaned my head on his shoulder as I looked back to the sunset I heard him sigh in relief 

"cool" 

He leaned his head on top of mine 

Yeah I definitely got used to him and I don't regret it 

And I got myself a citrus friend

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Go check out my fanfiction Riptide on wattpad link in my page <3

[unpopularwriter25]

A Gentle Wind

Summary: After the battle, the group arrives at the Butterfly Mansion for much-needed rest and recovery. When Sanemi's abrasive nature sparks a confrontation, the reader steps in to defend her friends. Her fiery spirit leaves the Wind Hashira stunned and unexpectedly smitten.

Warnings: None

The soft rustling of leaves in the Butterfly Mansion garden was a gentle contrast to the tension that crackled in the air. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke had just arrived, weary and battered, seeking solace and healing. However, the atmosphere shifted as Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, made his presence known with his usual bluntness.

"You three idiots better not mess things up here," Sanemi barked, his tone as sharp as his blade. "You're lucky to even be alive."

Inosuke bristled, fists clenching, but before he could respond, you stepped forward, your eyes blazing with determination. "That’s enough, Sanemi," you snapped, standing protectively in front of your friends. "They’ve been through enough without you berating them."

Sanemi's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing within them. "And who are you to lecture me? Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Yes, I do," you replied firmly. "I’m talking to someone who should know better than to kick people when they’re down. They’ve fought hard and deserve respect, not ridicule."

Sanemi's lip curled in a sneer. "Respect? From me? They're a bunch of reckless brats who need to learn their place."

"Reckless?" you shot back, stepping closer, undeterred by his intimidating presence. "They’re brave. They’ve risked their lives to protect others. If that’s what you call reckless, then maybe you need to rethink what it means to be a Demon Slayer."

Tanjiro placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you. "It's okay, [Y/N], we don’t want to cause any trouble."

You shrugged his hand off, not breaking eye contact with Sanemi. "No, Tanjiro. Someone needs to stand up to him. You’ve all done nothing but give your best, and you deserve better than this."

Sanemi's eyes flickered with surprise and something else—was it admiration? "You’ve got a lot of nerve talking to me like that," he muttered, his voice low.

"And you’ve got a lot of nerve treating people like they’re beneath you," you retorted. "Being a Hashira doesn’t give you the right to be a bully."

Zenitsu, hiding behind Inosuke, peeked out and added nervously, "She’s right, you know. We’re all on the same side."

Inosuke, ever the blunt one, huffed. "Yeah, what she said! Back off, Wind Guy!"

Sanemi's gaze softened just a fraction, but his voice remained gruff. "You think you’re something special, don’t you? Protecting them like this?"

"Yes, I do," you said, lifting your chin defiantly. "Because they are special. And if you can’t see that, then maybe you’re not as strong as you think you are."

A tense silence settled over the garden. The colorful butterflies fluttered around, oblivious to the conflict, while the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Your friends watched with wide eyes, clearly impressed by your courage.

"You've got guts," Sanemi muttered, a flicker of something softer passing through his harsh demeanor.

"I’m just protecting my friends," you said, turning on your heel with a huff. "Maybe you should try it sometime." With that, you marched back into the mansion, leaving a stunned Sanemi in your wake.

Sanemi stood rooted to the spot, the words replaying in his mind. The fire in your eyes, the unwavering strength in your voice—it was unlike anything he’d ever encountered. He watched as you disappeared into the mansion, his heart pounding in a way it never had before.

For the first time, the fierce Wind Hashira felt something other than anger and duty. He felt admiration, respect, and something he could hardly name. But as he stood there, surrounded by the serene beauty of the Butterfly Mansion, Sanemi was sure of one thing.

He was in love.

[komitomi]

NSFW: THIS IS PURE FILTH BUT. (afab!reader)

Imagine pegging kaveh with your strap-on and stroking his dick and teasing him and denying his orgasms until he finally had enough and flips you over, throwing your strap away and just bullying his cock into your wet cunt as you wrap your legs around his torso, becoming a moaning mess, he's finally able to cum after all that torture you put him through! but when he does, it's inside you, filling you up to the brim, like– all that edging made him so fucking feral and he won't be letting go of you anytime soon.

[glassartpeasants]

Have short Kidd drabble

GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff literally nothing else, you guys just looking at the stars

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"Do you think there's things beyond the stars?" You ask Kidd as you look at him. His arms wrapped around you as you sit in his lap.

"Hmm? What you yapping about?" Kidd teases you as he looks down at you to meet your gaze.

"I'm asking if you think there's something else out there. Like a whole different world?" You answer as you point at the stars. "What if theirs people beyond the stars? Like a world like ours?"

"Have you been reading those books again?" Kidd snickers as he holds you closer, leaning against the wall and making you lean on his chest in the process.

"No! I'm just saying. If theirs other life, other universes, beside from ours, do you think we'd be together?" Leaning into his touch, you play with the red feathers of his coat.

"Well obviously." Smirking, Kidd pulls you into a kiss. "No matter what universe or other life your talking about, no doubt we'd be together." You roll your eyes with a smile before kissing his cheek.

"You'll be stuck with me wherever you may be."

[m3lodyxo]

A very short Lucifer drabble that's been collecting dust in my drafts for months.

N$FW; Minors, don't interact please.

TW: emotional sex I suppose?

Reader written as NB.

Imagine clinging onto Lucifer's back while he's pounding into you propped up on the bathroom counter. Legs wrapped around that tiny waist, nails digging into his pearly white skin, your lips leaving sloppy kisses up and down the side of his neck, not letting go.

Sweet nothings exchanged between faltering breaths, whispers and promises of affection.

He'd feel so good with your arms wrapped around him and your body sucking him in deeper and deeper. Any lingering thoughts he had of Lillith, coming back to haunt him at night, disappear with your voice drowning them out.

The way your press yourself against him more and more, scared he might disappear if you let go. Eyes shut and mouth parted, panting next to his ear. Praising him, begging him, needing him. He's too far gone now.

And when you're close you'd drag your nails down his back, desperately holding onto him, your back arched, mouth pressing to his neck with a hushed whine. He'd feel so loved. So wanted. As if you're telling him

"Don't leave me. I can't exist without you. You're too important to me. I love you too much to be apart from you, you're my everything."

He'd pick up the pace, hips meeting yours to ensure you ride out your orgasm, and only then will they falter, spilling his seed inside you. Reassuring you he'll cherish you for the rest of eternity, by his side.

He'd be so lost in the moment, both of you basking in the afterglow of your love, that he wouldn't realize he was crying until he looks in the mirror. Seeing you still clinging to him, enveloping him in your warmth and embrace, with him gently stroking your back, tears running down his cheeks. And he'll hug you tighter, planting a single, loving kiss to your shoulder.

This is his heaven, and he won't trade it for anything in the world.

[whosyuno]

nerd!jaehyun is unexpectedly whiny when he’s turned on. 

usually, he’s soft spoken, quiet and fades into the background of any gatherings he’s at. you’d expect it because he’s the typical nerd with no life, who only studies and barely knows any current pop culture references (the only ones he knows are from minimally six months back). 

yet, when he’s under you, he’s a mess and babbles on incoherently. 

“oh my- please,” he begs against your lips. 

his body shivers at your every touch and he looks so completely fucked out even though all you’ve done is makeout with him. his cheeks are flushed and he’s breathing heavily. it makes you wonder if he’s so sensitive because he’s so sexually repressed from studying 24/7 and, if so, it makes you want to bully him more, to tease out of him sides that not even he knew existed. 

“please what?” you tease, half-knowing that he's too fucked out to even give a proper answer.

and like you predict, he whines but nothing coherent comes out of it. his head is fuzzy from the blood rush and all rational thought completely leaves his mind. instead, his hips eagerly bucks against your clothed core. 

you don’t make his life any easier; your hips match his unsteady pace as you grind yourself down against his clothed bulge. even when separated by your clothes, you could feel his hard cock throbbing. you’d bet that he’s already made a mess in his boxer brief from his precum leaking out everywhere.

your movements draws out a needy moan out of his lips, as he wraps his arms around your waist and guides your hips so that it hits the very spot he likes. his lips part to make way for a sleuth of whimpers punctuated by his pleas and oh-oh my gods, fuck- i’m g’na cum. 

his hips go from proper clumsy thrusts into a series of shallow, messy ruts. he’s unable to think straight but he imagines how tight and warm your pussy would be around his virgin cock. he wonders of how your lips would feel around his cock - will you choke on it or will you take it like the campus slut you are?

these obscene images push his teetering orgasm past the edge. 

“fuck baby- oh my… wait! i’-m gonna cum,” his lips tremble in desperate pleasure as his hips meet yours in a shaky thrust before he cums in his pants. 

he drools and whines and whimpers like a puppy as he rides out his orgasm, all while still rutting against your hips and you can’t help but think he looks so beautiful coming undone under you. 

nerd!jaehyun is unexpectedly a dirty puppy for you. 

[rallentando1011]

empathetic (emphasis on pathetic)

Hamato Donatello did not frequently feel fondness. Nor attraction. Nor much of anything, for that matter.

Feelings were like syrup: superficially sweet yet so easy to boil over, develop a sludgy, sticky mess of. Texturally, they were a resounding no.

And so he avoided them, ignored them at all costs, swept them under the rug then proceeded to incinerate said proverbial rug.

It worked like a charm, time and time and time again without fail.

Until it didn’t.

Somehow, this weird, warm, fuzzy sensation managed to infiltrate his nigh impenetrable defenses and make a muddle of things and his mind, i.e. he was struck by the L-word, i.e. he met you.

So quickly had the almighty fortress of his emotional front crumbled upon your arrival, so quickly had his resolve instinctively melted, so quickly had he caved.

It was terrifying.

He’d never quite seen the appeal in confiding in others. Sure, he had his brothers, father, April, but they were different, steadfast, reliable, family.

Letting new people into your life and mind and feelings was too vulnerable, too complicated, too messy.

Emotions: fickle, fleeting, forlorn, unlike the reliable cogs and circuits and familiarity of his lab and normal life. An anomaly in themselves.

It certainly was not intentional, letting you into his life, his lab, his affection; it was more of you simply waltzing in and staking claim and refusing not to occupy his thoughts at each and every waking hour.

The realization of the existence of his ill-fated infatuation dawned upon him nary a few months following your introduction as he recognized the textbook signs of it.

Feeling comfortable, at ease with you, longing to message and text and talk to you, experiencing restlessness nightly at the thought of you - he was certifiably done for.

If his fancies were unrequited, it may have been easier; just confess to the hopeless romanticism, get utterly rejected, accept the futility of love and how it was doomed from the start, go back to being your companion.

But no, you just had to complicate things further.

Your reciprocated affections, your incessant presence at his side, an accidental I love you or two - it was unbearable.

So he ditched it. Ditched you. Poured himself into his work and holed himself up in the lab.

Was it the coward’s way out: leaning into the easiest option without consideration for the alternative of not being an emotional recluse? Certainly.

Would that hinder him from doing so in the slightest?

Negatory.

He would rather get the situation dealt with earlier on than encourage the muck of emotions between you two to grow, fester, rot.

No chance he’d ever given for a relationship resulted in anything but failure, pain, anger - giving it another shot could only end in a repeat.

So maybe it was for the best that he pushed you away; better to focus on something sturdy, tangible, real rather than whatever blend of oxytocin and endorphins and serotonin and dopamine was convincing your mind that you loved him.

Those hormones, and consequently those feelings, would fade with time.

You’d get over it.

And he would too.