#also I got more than six requests idk what I'm gonna do about that. maybe I'll draw extras another time after that idk

[down-with-the-mafia]

okay I don't wanna like. get anyone's hopes up. that six fanart thing probably isn't happening anytime soon

[arminsumi]

“you’re short”

“okay? so put some inches in me”

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all i can imagine is a sassy/bratty reader and a cocky gojo 😭

we’re going to ignore that i’ve only seen one ep of jjk and i’m already requesting smut over it ☠️

OOH, YOU FLIRTIN'?

💗 GOJO さとる

[ Note ] : 🥵😳 what a vision! and lol one ep into jjk n alr thirsty for gojo love that 👍 also u n me are so small compared to him 🫠 also idk if he's more cocky or dorky in this oops lol. and i am writing this on my phone at a sleepover lord help me i have been awkwardly shifting around and avoiding showing my screen to any eyes 😭😭

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : suggestive/18+ content/smut, mentions virgin reader, getting caught

[ Playme ] : XXX

"You're so short."

"Okay, so put some inches in me."

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that, huh?"

"I would, actually."

"Ooh, you flirtin' with me, shorty?"

"Yeah, well you started it, big boy."

Big boy...? 😳

Gojo Satoru, your very cheeky and very bold classmate, who has not held back on flirting teasing you about your height since he met you, is rendered speechless for the first time.

But only for a moment. Soak up your victory quick. He stutters. His brain chokes up. His heart throbs like he's just developed an instant crush. His uniform pants feel uncomfortable.

And then he reanimates himself once he hears Suguru snickering next to him.

"That's pretty bold of you, huh?" he smirks toothily, sinking his shaky hands in his pockets. "Now you're gettin' me all worked up—"

"—oh yeah?" you lid your eyes and flirt. He's taken aback again. "Worked up how?"

"Get a room, you two. Honestly..." Suguru grumbles.

"Yes, I think we will." Satoru winks at you. It's a failed wink. Deep down, he's not confident in his flirting. No. Deep down, he's an awkward dork.

His brain short circuits when you continue flirt back. He actually runs out of things to say.

She's a mature flirt. I'm an immature flirt. How the hell do I keep up? Fuck.

When you and him get alone together, clearing up the chairs after a class, you tease;

"Come on, big boy, what's the matter? Lost your edge?"

"No... I'm just thinking." his voice cracks at the end, he clears his throat. It feels tight. His pants feel tight too.

"About what?"

"About what you look like naked."

You let out a laugh, and laugh and laugh, like he's the most ridiculous flirt you've ever met.

"What?" he raises a brow.

"You're so ridiculous."

Oh yeah. That irks him. That flippant comment. You're not even looking at him as you say it, you're scooting a chair into a desk.

He walks over to you and peers down, making the height difference between you and his 6'3 frame sorely apparent. What a big boy.

"Wanna repeat that for me?"

Ooh his voice is heavy and low, low enough to cause goosebumps on your skin. And the proximity? It makes you feel more than just small, it makes you feel a tingling between your thighs.

He comes closer. Grazes his lips across yours. Mixes breaths with you.

"Uh—" you get flustered.

"—haha, just kidding." he pulls away suddenly. Maybe because he got too nervous (true) or maybe because he felt victorious in knocking you off your high horse (also true).

"I thought you were gonna—" you begin disappointedly.

Satoru cuts you off.

"—do something? Aw, are you horny?" he winks.

"Yeah. For you." you roll your eyes.

Fuck.

My pants feel too fucking tight. Can she see the outline of my dick? Is she looking there?

"Is that so?" he raises a brow, staring right into your eyes. No one holds eye contact quite like Mister Six Eyes.

He chuckles, Addam's apple shifting up and down deliciously. "Aren't you a virgin?" he sneers.

"Yes. I am. Are you gonna do something about it, or just stand there like an idiot?"

He nearly chokes.

Wow. What? She actually just said that?

"Of course I'll do somethin' about it, sweetheart. But..." he leans into your air again, closer than before, 'n breathes tauntingly against your quivering lips.

"... does a goody-two-shoes like you really wanna lose her virginity in a classroom?"

"Stop stalling, big boy. I'm not a "goody-two-shoes"; I'm fucking horny." you seethe lustfully.

Fuck.

He's not sure how to respond. His brain is malfunctioning.

"Alright... then use your words like a big girl and ask me nicely to fuck you." he mutters, lips grazing yours. You can feel how badly he wants to kiss you.

Please say it.

The sexual tension has his heart racing, pretty cock pressing flush against the fabric of his dress pants.

"Satoru..." you begin, pulling on his collar.

He gulps and listens intently. The small touch your fingers make with his neck drives him wild.

"... fuck me."

Something just snaps inside him right there.

He crashes his lips onto yours with a feverish intensity, the rest his history—

—er, until the teacher walks in on you two right as things get toasty, catching Satoru with his hand up your shirt and your hand down his pants. And then you giggle off to detention with Satoru.

He promises to put some inches to your height. Uh... you know... by lifting you off your feet while he stuffs you up with his cock 😌

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[reidsaurora]

Make. Me. Write!!!

i was tagged by: @writer-in-theory

Rules and Regulations:

Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

Tag anyone you think might also enjoy this game (No pressure of course)

Whichever WIP title gets the most votes write 1 sentence for every vote. If it gets more votes than your comfortable with, feel free to swap to words.

If somehow that completes the fic or reaches the end of the chapter, move to the WIP with the second highest votes and continue where you left off on your sentence/word count. Repeat until you reach your goal.

(Optional) Share what you wrote in a new Tumblr post with a link to your original poll or attached it to a reblog

idk why but i feel the need to give a lil backstory or explanation of some sort for each one so you know what you're getting into 🫡

backstories and np tags under the cut 🫶🏻🧡

Cowboy!Steve Harrington wip

this one's self explanatory, you can go read the first three fics in this series over on my nsfw blog, @hornyhornyhimbos 🖤✨️

JBU (Reidaway)

so, i teased this series a little bit when SYGB ended but i never really fully committed to writing it because i have a set beginning but i have no clue what to do for the ending 😬

i'm not gonna spoil it because y'all know me, i'm a writer and i have to tease everything but let's just say it involves forced proximity, sorta work rivals to maybe lovers, and black cat!elle greenaway x golden retriever!spencer reid <3

Eat Your Young (Spencer Reid)

i can't explain this much other than that i was extremely h word when i came up with the plot for this and i was playing "Eat Your Young" by Hozier on repeat when it happened

I'm Too Pretty For This (Warren Rojas)

this was a request i got like two months ago when i first announced i was gonna be writing for DJATS characters and i got like two paragraphs in and i hated it so i never finished it 😂

basically something happens between the band members of the group that are opening for DJATS on the Aurora tour and it somehow makes their lead singer realize she might have a thing for Warren 😏

AFTR (Steve Harrington)

this will be my first serious Steve series. i know that the Loriverse exists and the Cowboyverse exists but this one is actually a serious series that i wanted to write for the summer and i just never did

a brief summary without giving too much away is that Stancy happens but doesn't last and somehow Reader/FMC (haven't decided which yet) ends up spending the summer as Steve's rebound of sorts?

LMLAF rewrite (Hotchniss)

so, a few of you may remember this series i posted back in February of 2022. i was extremely depressed and lonely so i did what any normal human would... i wrote a story about Hotchniss being friends with benefits.

however, that story was posted on this account, where I do not post smut. well, other than that one chapter of SYGB but we don't need to go there rn akshksjsjsj

anyway, basically this would be the spicier rewritten version of that where i don't leave readers in the dark about what went on between Hotchniss after Haley died ;)

All Your Being, pt 2 (Spencer Reid)

another fic i wrote where i tried desperately to keep things closed door until now when i decided i don't care about that anymore 😂

in case you guys don't remember this fic, i'll link it here but basically Spencer and midsized!reader have been together for six months but have yet to do the nasty because she's afraid of what he'll think about her body. this part two would basically just be him saying f!ck it and showing her that every body is a beautiful body 🫶🏻

Tolerate It (Spencer Reid)

just go listen to "tolerate it" by Taylor Swift. it would be easier for you to do that than for me to tell you about the dark sh!t that ensued in this fic... i was at my lowest low when i wrote this and you'll see that if i ever post it 🥲

well now that that's over with, how bout some no pressure tags!! 🥳🎉

@reidsbookclub @dungeons-are-too-cold @nomajdetective @bejeweledmunson @rupsmorge @reidselle @lukeclvez @lcvingprentjss @serenity-lattes @writingquillsandpainpills

[newtonsheffield]

Ok now that we have the delightful and perfect In Bloom, I'm just going to have to go ahead and request for Spicy Sunday or whatever day that we get the full story of the infamous destruction of the coffee table. And also if that's what they got up to in the living room, then what are they getting up to in the bedroom?? Your people need to know

Since it’s Sunday I am asking you for the breaking of the Coffe Table in In Bloom for Spicy Sunday 🌶

Molly I loved in bloom and I pretty sure that everyone has asked this of you, so can we please see Kate and Anthony's first time for Spicy Sunday ?🌶

Ok so now that we have In Bloom, can we PLEASE see some spice? We know they broke the coffee table but what else???

I'm still patiently waiting for all the Daddy scenes promised post the posting of in bloom. Come come Molly, let's see the florist be Daddy now

Can... you give us some In Bloom spicy sunday material? 👉🏼👈🏼😈

asking for in bloom spicy sunday in advance

thank you

Okay so these are like... half the requests I have for In Bloom I kind of Underestimated how popular this AU would be? Anyway, Part 2 of In Bloom is coming soon and IDK wouldn't it be wild, if I adapted it into an original work. I'm not gonna, but you guys can just imagine if I published it on amazon.

Okay, Let's do it. Kate finding out her adorable new boyfriend shags like it's his job

Kate had know she was in love with Anthony Bridgerton for an embarrassingly long while by the time she finally gave up on getting him to ask her out and told him what she wanted, and, she wasn't exactly proud of it. But she'd spent six months thirsting over the handsome man who wrapped her flowers in a ribbon that matched her outfit every time she was in there. Six months thinking about the way his hands would feel against her, the way his eyes always burned hot against her skin. She'd thought about it more often than she'd like to admit as her hand had slipped between her legs and she'd come undone. And now they were going to dinner, she intended to find out exactly what it felt like.

Except she didn't. Anthony kissed her cheek when he picked her up that night, his hand barely touching her waist, as they waited for their table, hadn't wandered as he'd walked her back home, his fingers intertwined with hers and then he'd left her, on her doorstep after a long kiss goodnight his eyes shining in the moonlight as he turned to leave. And yes it was respectful, and very sweet and everything she'd thought he would be, but it also meant she fell into bed with a frustrated groan and stared at a picture of them together on her phone until she gasped his name into the night.

"Hey, come round and I'll cook for you." Kate had known exactly what she was doing, when she said it, perched on Anthony's counter the next day. And, if the way Anthony's entire body had stiffened was any indication, he did as well. His head had shot up, his eyes finding hers behind his glasses, searching for a long minute before he'd smiled softly,

"Yeah, okay."

So she'd dispatched her sister to stay at Matt's or Mary's with a Sorry, but I need this. I'd do the same for you! Spent all afternoon in the kitchen, put on her flimsiest lingerie and prepared to seduce Anthony if necessary.

It wasn't necessary as it turned out.

She'd felt Anthony's gaze on her all night, burning across her legs, across her chest, at the exposed skin there, his hands twitching by his sides, his adam's apple bobbing furiously as he swallowed, Kate inching closer and closer to him on the sofa, pressing her chest against him, leaning in closer and closer, until finally, Anthony snapped.

Everything about Anthony was sweet, from his kind smile, to the way ever since he'd caught her on the street, every time he saw her he murmured You look beautiful, and, naively, maybe in hindsight, Kate had imagine that this would be sweet as well, his touch soft and loving. And she would have liked it, she knows she would have, couldn't imagine being close to Anthony wouldn't be enjoyable. But she'd never been more pleasantly surprised in her entire life, than when she was very quickly proven wrong.

Anthony was relentless his lips firm against hers, claiming her really as his, his tongue sliding against hers filthily in a way that already had her clenching her thighs together even as his hands settled on her hips, pushing her back against the arm of the chair. Her legs fell open with a tiny whine building in the back of her throat as Anthony's hips settled between hers, his lips trailing down to her neck, his teeth nipping roughly along, heat already licking at her stomach.

Kate's hands wandered under his shirt, tentatively at first, waiting for him to push back if he wanted, but instead he pulled back, ripping his shirt from his body with a filthy grind of his hips against her, sending a shiver down her spine, and it had fallen from her lips before she could stop it, a chuckled building in her throat.

"Yes, Daddy, show me what you've got."

The shift was immediate, Anthony's chest seemed to become broader, his eyes darker, a smirk tugging the corners of his lips upwards as he stared down at her, his voice rougher suddenly.

"Do you want me to be your Daddy, Kate?"

She could hardly breathe, her hips snapping upwards of their own accord, a desperate nod.

Anthony chuckled, sliding down her body a little, off the couch, ignoring the whine she let out at the loss of contact, swallowed the next minute by a gasp as he knelt in front of her, his fingers, tracing little patterns on the inside of her thigh, light kisses trailing up up stopping at the hem of her dress, Anthony's eyes burning into hers.

"Do you like this, Kate?"

She nodded desperately, grinding her hips towards him. Fuck, it was all she'd thought about since his tongue had darted out to lick his lips months ago, and he was so close she could feel him there, his fingers twisting in her underwear.

Anthony tutted, "Ask Daddy for it then."

"Please, Daddy." It fell from her lips so easily, and there was barely time to let his predatory smile settle against her skin before his tongue was moving roughly over her, her legs spread wide, thrown over his shoulders, his fingers bruising on her thighs possessively. And fucking hell if she died right here and now, she wouldn;t have any complaints.

Anthony was relentless. His tongue seemingly everywhere, pushing her higher and higher, the air thickening around them as Kate's eyes rolled back in her head, and then his tongue was gone. Her eyes shot open again with a whine.

"no, Kate. Eyes on me."

The second their eyes met, his tongue was back, and she couldn;t have looked away even if she wanted to. It was obscene really, the sounds he was pulling from her, the sounds falling from his own lips vibrating against her, pushing and pushing and pushing, and it happened before she could even prepare. Everything shattered, Kate's mouth falling open in a wordless shout, shuddering against him for a long moment, and when she opened her eyes she was on the floor, the couch cushions still underneath her. And the look in anthony's eyes was still positively feral.

His lips found hers again, the taste of herself on his tongue making her groan against him her hips snapping upwards, desperately seeking friction as her hands fumbled for his belt, tugging his jeans from his body, desperate to feel his skin against her, her own clothing disappearing, and suddenly the Anthony she knew was back, his eyes nervous.

"This is okay, right?" There was something so sweet in it, checking in with her after she'd practically lured him here. Something that made her heart beat just for him. Soemthing that pulled a soft smile from her.

"Yeah, this is perfect."

And just like that, the feral look was back, a growl rising in his throat as his hips snapped towards her, and all the air was forced from her lungs. She could see him, moving above her, his muscles flexing, sweat building on his forehead, his chest hair creating soft friction as they moved together, his teeth nipping and biting at her neck, marking her she was sure, her fingers wound through his hair, keeping him in place as they writhed together, the sound of them filling the room, bouncing off the walls. The weight of him pushing her into the floor, the fabric of the cushion burning against her skin with the movement, and just as the sound of something shattering against the floor rang through the room, Kate fell as well, gasping and moaning aginat him.

But Anthony didn;t stop. He forced her to her knees, bent over the coffee table, his hips behind her almost immediately, and she was lost to it again.

His hips snapping into hers at a punishing pace, the edge of the coffee table cutting into her palms as she gripped it tightly, her knuckles white, Anthony's eyes locked with hers in the mirror of the fireplace, a growl falling from his lips, as his body draped of hers, the scent of them all around her, the feeling over whelming.

Fucking hell! Such a good girl for Daddy, look at you, so perfect Kate. Come on, Cum for Daddy.

Kate's shoulders were heaving her lungs burning her head dropping helplessly against the table, a whine in her chest, I can't, I can't Daddy.

His hand slipped between her legs, featherlight pressure Yes you can, Baby, Come on, Daddy wants you to cum. Now

A scream tore through Kate's chest as she fell apart, his name on her lips, slumping against the table, Anthony's hips still snapping against hers erratically and then, just seconds later, He fell as well, a sharp Fuck! Kate! Falling from his mouth, Shuddering against her, before he collapsed on top of her.

And then, the table collapsed as well. With a sharp crack two of the legs gave way, sending them toppling forwards, landing in a heap on the otherside of the carpet, too stunned to do anything as the sweat cooled on their bodies.

After who knows how long Kate sat up, her voice still a little breathless as she tugged Anthony's shirt over her head, her heart still hammering in her chest as she looked around at her destroyed living room.

"Well, that was kind of unexpected."

Anthony's eyes widened as he took in the carnage, almost as though he'd just snapped out of a haze, his mouth falling open. "Kate, holy fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. Your coffee table, oh my god, and that was way too-"

Kate sighed, standing from her place on the floor, standing over him, a shiver running down her spine as his eyes darkened a little looking up at her. "I'm not really sorry, Petal. Now, come with me, you put your mouth to good use, I think it's time I showed you what I wanted to do just about the second I saw you."

And before she knew what was happening, she had been thrown over Anthony's shoulder, and sprinted upstairs.