#anon… kissing the top of your head for this

[pineconepie]

perhaps ellis comforting a reader who had a nightmare? :)) - 🏔️anon

CHARACTERS: Ellis, Reader/You

WARNINGS/TAGS: Reader has nightmare, parental yandere, possessive behavior, cuddling, terms of endearment, light infantilization

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

"What are you reading?" You plop down next to Ellis and lay your head on his shoulder.

In response, he kisses your head. "A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens," he replies, turning another page. "One of my favorites." After scanning over the words for another minute or two, he closes it carefully, setting it down beside him to give you more attention. "It's almost bedtime, you know."

"For you," you laugh. "Why do you go to bed so early?"

"For us, because you need a full eight hours just as much as anyone," he chuckles. "And the reason is because I have insomnia. It takes me at least an hour to fall asleep. Maybe longer sometimes, and I even wake up in the middle of the night and have even more trouble going back to sleep." He sounds bitter about it, but he sighs gently to release the tension. "And on top of that, I have to wake up at six in the morning."

You frown in concern. "I'm sorry..."

"No, no, no. None of that now." He leans down and kisses your head. "Please stop worrying. It's better now that you basically live here. Everything is."

Now that you think about it, you really do basically live here. You have your own bedroom here, your own wardrobe, bathroom essentials, toiletries, etc. Almost everything that belonged to you previously, now belongs in Ellis's apartment.

"Everything? No exceptions?"

"Well, you could stand to come hang around me more often, but that's just me being clingy." He gives a little huff, almost like he's scoffing at himself. "If we didn't share meals together everyday and live under the same roof, I'd probably lose my mind worrying about you."

Your lips twitch into a small smile. "Remember, I'm not a kid." It's all in lighthearted banter. You aren't actually offended by his comments or statements anymore.

Ellis stands up, gesturing for you to follow. "Maybe physically you aren't. But mentally, well," he clicks his tongue, earning a playful swat from you.

He leads you to your room, pulling up a chair beside your bed after tucking you in, and crossing one leg over the other. "We finished the second book of Narnia, right?" You nod. "Good. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader happens to be my favorite installment in the series."

You've noticed how he reads to you to help you sleep nowadays. Even though it feels unnecessary and somewhat embarrassing, you can't complain too much. It is rather soothing, and makes you feel safe and cared for.

Not only that, but you can tell he clearly loves reading to you.

And with a doting parental figure like Ellis, would he really expect you to reject his constant offerings?

Not in the slightest.

Once he notices your eyes drooping, he closes the book softly and sets it aside.

"I love you, honey," he whispers, so quiet you barely even hear it. He bends down, kissing you on the forehead, and then lightly steps out, being extra gentle with shutting the door behind him.

...

Ellis wakes up around three in the morning, as per usual. He sighs, reaching for his glasses blindly and sliding them on his face, blinking in the darkness. He needs some water. Hopefully he can tire himself out again afterwards. On the way to the kitchen, he hears faint cries. A wave of dread washes over him immediately. Is that you?

He rushes into your room, only to find you sobbing quietly into your pillow. "(Y/n)? Baby, what's wrong?" Rushing over, he sees that you've accidentally thrown your blankets onto the floor and started whimpering in your sleep. "(Y/n)... oh, (Y/n)."

Ellis wraps an arm underneath you and cradles you to his chest, grabbing your blanket and wrapping it back around your shoulders. He rocks you back and forth while making low shushing noises.

"It's okay. It's okay." He wipes tears off your cheekbones, kissing your face. His thumb traces circles around your face and chin to soothe you further.

"Dad," you call out in your sleep, causing him to visibly perk up and halt his movements altogether. You cling onto him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, making him crack a genuine, joyful smile.

"Oh, angel," he coos, "I wish you would call me that when awake." Ellis sways back and forth, humming softly. Even if you didn't do it on purpose, it still brought immense joy to him knowing that's how you view him as.

You stir in his grasp, eyes fluttering open in confusion. That's when you notice how hard you're breathing. "Why..."

"You had a nightmare," he whispers, smoothing your bangs to the side. "Seems like a bad one, too. How do you feel?" Instead of answering, you latch onto him tighter. A relieved laugh slips past his lips. "Ah, you'll be the death of me."

"You were hurt," you sniffle, "in my dream."

"Well, don't worry about that. Because I'm perfectly fine, see?" he hums, taking your hand and pressing it against his pulse point, letting you feel it.

You relax slightly at that. "Sorry I woke you up."

"Please, you've done no such thing. I told you, sweetheart. I rarely ever sleep. This was coincidental timing, that's all." He scoots onto the mattress and sits cross-legged, allowing you to stay curled up in his lap and clinging onto him like a lifeline. You wonder how you ended up with someone like Ellis watching after you, but you aren't complaining, either. If anything, he feels exactly like what you needed. Someone to fuss over you constantly.

Which Ellis definitely does.

"Do you need me to stay?" he asks after some silence.

"Only if you want to," you reply, yawning.

"That's a yes, then," he laughs softly. "Move over for me." After a moment of reluctance, you listen obediently. He crawls into bed after tossing his glasses onto the bedside table and pulls you against his chest. "Do I make you feel safer?"

"Yes, a lot," you mumble honestly. "Even if you kinda have a resting bitch face."

Ellis laughs, but quickly shushes you afterwards. "Watch your language," he warns, "even if we both know that's true." He rubs circles into your lower back with the tips of his fingers, feeling contented with the warmth radiating between you two.

"Do you get nightmares?" you ask curiously.

"Sometimes," he says carefully. "They don't happen often, thankfully. They usually consist of something bad happening to you. So far, that hasn't happened, thank goodness." He inhales your scent deeply, planting kisses along your temple and scalp. "It always starts with me not being able to reach you in time."

Your fingers curl into his shirt as you bury yourself against him further. "Trust me, you're stuck with me. Must be hard."

Ellis rolls his eyes. "For someone who's supposed to be going back to sleep, you sure aren't acting like it." His tone softens when he speaks next. "You'll never bother me, baby. You could wake me up at three in the morning just to sing the alphabet and I wouldn't complain at all. Because if its you waking me up, I know it means I'm still there to take care of you and that you need my help."

You close your eyes. "Can you stay here for the rest of the night? Or technically, morning?"

"I already planned to." Ellis smoothes down your messy hair and kisses the top of your head. "I will every single time you need me, just remember that."

His grip is almost suffocatingly tight, but not in a threatening sense. More like he's afraid that if he lets go for even a moment, he'll lose you forever.

So instead, he holds onto you for dear life, and you return the hold.

[thirteenheavens]

fluffy hoshi fic w him being a great dad and husband 🥹🥹🥹 can i be hoshi anon 🐯

Just like her mama|| Kwon Soonyoung

Hoshi cradles your daughter in his arms, gently bouncing her up and down as she giggles. "Daddy's little princess," he coos, nuzzling her nose with his own.

The baby squeals with delight, reaching up to grab his hair with her tiny fingers. "Ouch!" Hoshi laughs, pretending to be hurt. "She's strong, just like her mama." You watch the scene unfold with a warm smile, feeling your heart swell with love for both of them. Hoshi notices you watching and grins, still bouncing the baby.

"Come join us, Y-N," he says, patting the spot next to him on the couch. "She wants to see her beautiful mama." You sit down beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist as he passes the baby to you. The little girl snuggles into your chest, making contented baby noises as she settles against you.

Hoshi leans in to press a kiss to your temple, then gently kisses the top of the baby's head. "I love you both so much," he whispers, his eyes filled with happiness and adoration. The baby coos softly in your arms, reaching out to grab at Hoshi's shirt again. He laughs and gently pulls her hand away, kissing her tiny fingers.

"She's so perfect," he says, looking at you with such tenderness it makes your heart ache. "Just like you." You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling complete in this moment with your little family. "We're lucky to have you," you murmur, watching as the baby yawns and starts to doze off. Hoshi wraps his arm around you both, holding you close as the three of you cuddle together. "I'm the lucky one," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "You gave me everything I never knew I wanted."

The baby's breathing evens out as she falls asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling peacefully against yours. Hoshi gently strokes her cheek, watching her sleep with a look of pure love on his face. Hoshi carefully lifts the baby from your arms, carrying her to the nursery to put her down for her nap. You follow behind him, watching as he tucks her into her crib with the utmost care.

"Shh, sleep tight little one," he whispers, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead. He steps back to stand beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist as you both watch her sleep.

"She's growing up so fast," he says softly, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "I remember when she was just a tiny bundle in your arms." You lean into him, feeling grateful for the moments like this where you can just exist together as a family. "Time flies," you agree, taking his hand in yours.

Hoshi gives your hand a gentle squeeze, pulling you closer. "But I'm glad we're doing this together," he says, his eyes meeting yours. "Every step of the way." You look up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. "Me too," you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek.

Hoshi leans into your touch, covering your hand with his own. "I love you, Y-N," he says softly, his voice full of emotion. "And I promise to always be here for you and our daughter." He kisses your palm, then your forehead, before pulling you into a gentle embrace. You wrap your arms around him, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

"I love you too," you murmur against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek. "You're the best father and partner I could ever ask for." Hoshi holds you close, rocking you back and forth in the nursery as the baby sleeps peacefully in her crib. The moment feels perfect - quiet, tender, and filled with love.

[brook1yn-baby]

:') i never see j schlatt with a chubbier/thick reader,,,

caaan we get some smutty j with a girl whos got junk in all the trunks LOL

OF COURSE WE CAN ANON

u guys have cameras on me i swear first i get a request for face piercings nd now for a chubby girl u guys r just describing me at this point but i am not complaining!!

also thats so so real theres nowhere near enough chubby readers in fanfic smh but dont worry im here to save the day pookie

nsfw

- manhandling you is basically his favourite thing to do

- youre just so soft in his hands how can he resist ???

- theres more of you to touch so best believe this man will be touching ALL OF YOU

- pulling you into his lap so he can grab at your thighs, his big hands pawing at your most sensitive areas

- and putting his face between them

- hes literally begging you to crush his head like a watermelon

- “so fuckin’ pretty doll, could live between these thighs.”

- half the time hes not even eating you out hes just sitting there taking it all in

- his facial hair brushing ever so slightly against your clit

- its torture and he knows it

- you lift your hips up, trying desperately to get friction on something, anything

- he just pulls you back down, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh

- “stop bein’ so fuckin’ needy, toots. jus’ wanna look at you.”

- (im gonna write this into a full oneshot soon i promise)

- your hips are covered in hickeys and bite marks

- probably sends his breeding kink into overdrive

- missionary so he can watch your tits and tummy bounce as he fucks you

- try and cover your face or your stomach in embarrassment ??

- your arms are getting pinned down

- youre just so cute when youre humiliated and squirming underneath him

- hes a cutie though so after youre done he’ll get you one of his tshirts to wear and just hold you

- big guy is a big guy so its pretty easy to feel small when youre with him and he loves how comfortable it makes you

- “daddys pretty little girl, aren’tya?”

- you nod, your head against his chest

- he just laughs and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head <3

ugh hes so boyfriend need him dastardly

[restlesscrybaby]

EKKKKK i love love love your mr ring a ding headcanons!! if you have time do you have any nsfw headcanons with magbe a taller person (female preferably but either is fine!!) w mr ring a ding? <333 love your writinggg

I sure do, sweet anon! Last headcanon post for 4/29/2025, as of today! I'll write more tomorrow! I'm awfullysleepy today :0[! I already messed up my previous headcanons LOL!!

!! MR. RING-A-DING / LUX IMPERATOR !!

-- NSFW headcanons!

|| TALLER FEMALE. ||

! ⚠️ NSFW. MDNI. You've been warned. ⚠️ !

Being two feet tall with a tall female lover is quite the adventure.

He likes the advantage tho! He likes stuffing his face right in your crotch, taking a big sniff of you. His antenna curling into a heart while doing so.

He likes spread eagle the most for his tall lover.

The openness..

The view...

The everything.

You look like a goddess.

You had to tell him that calling you an 'Amazon' was.. Well, depending, offensive or even just incorrect.

He likes having his face sat on the most by you. The feeling of no control really feels nice.

You may be taller ...

But that doesn't stop him from doing all he can.

You'd be surprised. He can gain strength. And even lose it, depending on his mood. So, even for a tall female, if you like standing sex, you're gonna get it!

For a tall male, you'd be surprised. He seems to be more dominant on that side of the spectrum. He pushes and shoves his way to the top it seems.

For both, he prefers positions where he is above. It makes him feel bigger.

And he's more hold-y. He grabs you more and wraps his rubberhose arms around your body much more. He feels like he needs to lock you in place.

He adores the scene from below when standing normally though.

Watch out, you might catch him staring up at your tits!

Before being in a relationship, he'd sweat and avoid looking as much as possible.

Now that you're dating, he looks as often as he can.

He likes when his bigger partners submit much easier. It feels.. Good. Like a true God should feel.

It's almost comedic watching him basically melt onto you in spread eagle. With his size, he's so small it's barely anything when he lays on you...

Which is a good thing.

When in doggy, he sets his head on your back, you can feel his chin on your back as he rams.

...

He can do the standing on your calves trick to get in deeper. Also think leapfrog position. It's comedic from a bystander. Not for you. You feel it hit every sweet spot.

If you hold him and suck him off while standing when he weights nothing. Phewwweeee! It makes him basically melt into nothing! He feels like a true God should! Worshipped and loved!

If you are standing and have your back turned and he's horny, watch out! Your ass will suddenly have a face shoved in!

Which is funny to explain to someone if he doesn't fix it.

His face is imprinted on your ass.

He will wrap his arms around your legs to stay in position too.

His lovely lady! Yes. He will eat you out while you stand. It's scarily simple with him...

Especially at his size.

Kissing him while being taller is fun. Imagine doing the Jessica Rabbit bend. But his tongue is wandering down your throat.

He finds it nicer to fuck his taller partners against objects too! Against the door especially! It's a bit comedic, him standing on several boxes to do it though.

It's not funny when he's ravaging you.

Sorry this is shorter! Again, I'm sleepy :0[!! Please, enjoy!

Mwah!

[ludolka]

Xelqua in other peoples dreams you say… Grian but shameless you say… people he thinks about most you say… shows how he truly feels about that person you say…

I am so normal about this. And them. Im totally not rabid actually. Congratulations you’ve fully converted another Gribeans shipper, they will not leave my brain….

-🍋‍🟩 anon

You’re picking up what I’m putting down 👀

Welcome aboard, I’m so happy to have you as our newest member !! And dear lime anon, I’ll share my little ficlet purely based around this dream visiting concept with you, as a little treat to bring you in deeper <3

Grian stood in front of him, wearing his clothes that were all a bit baggy on his smaller frame. One sleeve of his tank top slid down, showing his shoulder

It was strange. He didn’t know when he realized he was dreaming, he wasn’t the type to know how to lucid dream, but right now it was the most obvious fact in his mind. It wasn’t the first time he had dreamt of Grian, but non of his other dreams of him were this clear. Non of his other dreams featured Grian with purple eyes and two sets of purple wings either. And he hadn’t known during them that they were dreams, only realizing after waking up

Grian smiled at him and stepped closer until their bodies were close to touching before reaching up to put a hand on his cheek. Joel almost jumped from how real the touch felt. But he stayed still and felt frozen under the gaze of those big purple eyes that looked like they’d burn him if he didn’t look away, which he couldn’t. He swallowed as he watched Grian tilt his head up and lean in even closer. He could feel Grian’s breath against his lips and his eyes still didn’t leave those purple ones that now reminded him of a predator watching its prey

“W-wait”

It wasn’t like he didn’t want this, he did, but he felt so shy and put on the spot out of the sudden. Why was he getting so flustered? This was just a dream, but it still felt so incredibly real. Grian laughed and started rubbing his thumb over his cheek

“What’s the matter? You want this, I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t”

Joel swallowed again. Grian’s voice was strange, it sounded distorted and like it wasn’t coming from his mouth, but straight from Joel’s mind and also from everywhere around them

“This is your dream, you can do whatever you want here”

Grian’s voice was sweet and full of promise and danger. It drove Joel crazy, he felt hypnotized. Then Grian leaned in, closing the gap between them by connecting their lips

It didn’t take long for Joel to return the kiss and eventually deepen it, his hands finding Grian’s sides to hold onto while Grian’s hands were in his hair by then. Grian tasted like how he sounded, sweet and full of promise and danger

When he woke up, his eyes immediately shot open. He panted as his mind tried to make sense of his dream that felt a lot more real than it should have. He logically knew it was indeed just a dream that didn’t happen, but his mind refused to believe it. He could still taste Grian on his tongue. After a quick look in the mirror his hair was more ruffled than it normally was after sleeping and his lips were red and slightly swollen, like he really spent the last god knows how long making out with someone

He wondered if Grian really tasted like how he did in his dream. If his voice could sound like that

Sweet and full of promise and danger

[southernbelllle]

pardon my freak ma’am but i have an idea for a wade x reader: period cramps that lead him to enact his professional medical opinion of how best to relieve them (ifyk what i mean) i had a vision…..

Oh, Medic

Irwin Wade x Reader

Word Count: 2.k

AN: ANON. You had me at HELLO. This req just took the highest priority in my life. I love it. Also, I've never rlly written smut so its lowkey ass but I hope you like!!!

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You hid your entire body beneath the massive heap of blankets that laid on your bed. Curled up in the fetal position, you held your lower abdomen in your arms and squinched your eyes shut in pain. The dull ache that terrorized the lower half of your body. If you could, you would saw it off, that would probably feel better than the struggle you were enduring now. Alas though, that would be impractical. The only thing you could do was send another few Tylenol down the hatch. You were miserable.

Your husband had been working the night shift at the hospital for the last few nights. He was so tired upon arriving home after the week’s final shift that he didn’t make it to your shared bed, simply opting for the couch. You had made the first day and a half alright on your own (that’s being generous, you were wondering if Wade would be ok with delegating your will,) but nothing was like a good, long cuddle with Wade. It made so much sense that he was a medic in the army, his presence alone could calm a damn wild tiger. His attitude was positive, and his voice was as smooth as the spindles of a spiderweb. Even on your worst day, Wade was there to ease the pain.

You felt selfish. Your exhausted, doctor husband snored quietly on the couch. Still wrapped in his dark navy scrubs. His lab coat even still clung to his small back. He had fallen asleep so hastily, that he was positioned with an “upright” posture. It was as if he were simply sitting down to rest his legs

You shuffled out of bed and over to where your husband sat in the other room. Your blanket still draped across your shoulders. Carefully, you laid beside you’re the exhausted Wade and curled into his side. You brought your knees up to you chest and tried to get in a quick nap. Even unconscious, Wade was the best cuddler.

Shortly after you had nested into him, you felt Wade raise his head and bring his arm around your waist. He let out a great yawn and pulled you onto his lap. He smacked his lips, the dryness of his open mouth breathing being moistened.

“Hi doll,” he smiled at you as you laid your head on his chest, one of the rare moments in which he was looking down at you.

You looked up at him with pained eyes. You really didn’t mean to wake him, but your stomach felt like someone had torn it from you and began wringing it out. You needed him.

“Hi honey,” you mumbled into him. “M’ sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He bent his neck down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s alright dolly girl. I’m glad you woke me up. I’d rather be up with you.” He squeezed your hips as you sat on his lap. You winced a bit and hoped that he hadn’t noticed. He did.

“Are you alright?” He brought his head around to examine your face. “Did I squeeze you too tight?” He asked with nervy eyebrows. You looked back up at him and feigned a smile. “No,” you hesitated, “no not at all. Just a twitch.” Your smile didn’t phase the trained medic. He was too smart to not notice when someone was in pain, especially you.

“Seriously hun, did I hurt you?” His big ole’ puppy dog eyes looked at you, tugging on your heart strings. You brought your hands to his cheeks, “no baby not all! I’m just,” another pause. “It’s just that time of the month is all.” He nodded his head in understanding, “Ah. I see.” You felt an awkward pause come on. “Yeah…”

“Are you having cramps?” He had gone full medic mode. “Are they in your abdomen? Lower back? Maybe even your thighs?”

You lightly chuckled at his questioning; he was ever the caretaker. It was clear he was born for this line of work. “My abdomen, mostly. A little in my lower back this morning, and my thighs have been basically useless since like, Thursday.”

“I see.” He brought a bent index finger to rest above his upper lip, his mind lost in what to do next. “Have you taken any Tylenol? If so, how much and how long ago?”

“Two pills. 650 milligrams. About,” You raised a brow as you filed through your memories of the morning, “About 7:30.”

“Still no relief?” He inquired once more. You could tell that he really did care. You wondered if he treated all of his patients this way. You were so lucky to have such a talented and caring husband.

You shook your head.

“Hm.” He looked down at your exposed midriff. Your t-shirt had ridden up when you scooted off of his lap to face him. He knew of something that could help…but he could never say it. “Well, it’s far too early for you to take anymore acetaminophen.” His face heated up. “It’s too cold outside to swim,” he thought about you in your bathing suit. “You could always take a warm shower,” he pictured the steaming hot droplets of water racing down your bare curves. Oh no, he could feel the crotch area if his pants begin to tighten. He attempted to subtly move a pillow over his problem area.

It was futile however, because when Wade blushed, his entire face beamed rose. You brought only your eyes down to where he had laid the pillow on his lap. A smug smirk slithered across your face.

“Irwin, baby, um,” you bit your lip, “is everything ok?”

He looked down at the pillow and then back up at you. “Ohnohoneyeverything’sfinethisisjustalotmorecomfortablethat’sall.” His words sped out. He usually spoke quickly, but he always spoke quicker when he was nervous. You laughed.

“Irwin?”

“Yes?”

“Is there something else that I can try?” You asked rhetorically, your mind falling straight into the gutter.

He faltered before he could get his answer out. “Y-yes actually.”

You leaned closer to him and looked into those big brown eyes, “And what would that be?”

He readjusted himself on the couch, the pillow still parked atop his pants. He felt his cock hardening against the pillow. “I could-“ He was scared his situation would be offensive to you. “I could- well, we could, um, have sex.” You felt your face flush as well. You were needy enough for him any other time of the month, during this week though, you couldn’t stop from thinking about the act with him. You had done it many times before, but never while you were on your period. You definitely weren’t against it. “Oh.” You stated as normally as you could. “Does that really help with cramps?”

He nodded his head again, having a hard time making eye contact with you. “Yeah, they- well- orgasms are natural pain killers.” He explained. “The spasm of your muscles releases endorphins that can dull the pain for a short while.”

You slowly nodded. “Would you be ok with doing that?” You asked. “I know this kind of thing grosses some people out.” He shook his head, maybe a little bit too eagerly. “Yes!” he almost shouted. “I mean- no. No it doesn’t gross me out, and yes I’d love to,” he flustered himself  “well, fuck you.”

You felt another grin spread across your face. You brought Wade’s head in your hands again, but this time you pulled him into what started out as a chaste kiss. As you fervently brought your lips together, the kiss deepened, your lips suckling and fighting against his his. He pulled you back onto his lap and ran his rough hands up and down, all around your back. From your shoulder blades to your back dimples, he explored your skin just as he explored your mouth. You delicately grazed your teeth against his tender bottom lip and sucked. He moaned at the sensation. You took that opportunity to slip your tongue in and made yourself familiar with every nook of his mouth. He tasted like orange flavored mints and cigarettes. You needed more.

In the midst of your heated make out, you pulled the pillow out from atop his lap and under your ass and threw it off to the side. You palmed his crotch, your hand sliding up and down the length of his ever-hardening cock. Tauntingly slow, you drug the palm of your hand along the length of his member.

You looked at him from your straddle and watched as his eyes rolled backward into his brain. You knew you were doing good. Before you could bring him to any kind of release, you brought your hand back and began to fiddle with his clothing.

You peeled his lab coat off, then pulled the loose ribbon of his pants to untie them. You pulled them down to his ankles and quickly swiped them to the side, the same with his shirt. Your garments had followed close behind.

You sat back up on his lap and admired the man that sat before you. His skin was pale and the quiet smile on his face was genuine. He blushed as he noticed you taking him in.

Just as quickly though, he felt a surge of unbridled confidence flow through his chest, and rearranged you two into a position in which you laid beneath him. He nipped at your neck and ground his thickening groin into yours. He let out hot pants into the shell of your ear, already partially overwhelmed with pleasure. In that moment, he would’ve yanked Saturn out of the sky if you’d told him to.

He looked down at you with eyes the size of dinner plates, “are you ready doll?” He asked with his entire heart.

You nodded almost furiously, “yes.”

He smiled, blushed like a schoolboy again, and move and pushed himself inside of you. A long, languid moan fluttered out of his throat, eyes balling white and his face sinking onto your shoulder. He hadn’t even thrust his hips into yours yet, but the relief was almost instantaneous. As if you two were pieces of a puzzle, only destined to reach nirvana when fitted together.

“Holy God,” he shook. “You’re so-“his voice temporarily got lost in pleasure, “so wet.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist in response, both of you hissed at the way he slid even further into you.

He began thrusting into you slowly, concentrating on keeping his climax until you could both reach it together, but it wasn’t easy. He started off slow, eyes looking down at where he was fucking you slowly and then back up to your face to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes flittered shut in pure bliss, all the pain you had felt that morning having conceded to a void of sexual desire. Wade had brought you Heaven.

“Feel good?” He stutters. “F-feel good baby?”

Your eyes stayed squeezed shut, too focused on how good Wade was making you feel to give a proper answer, “mhm.”

“Good,” he said as he began to thrust even faster. He was losing himself in your pussy.

It wasn’t long until you were a moaning mess as well, soft hands rubbing at Wade back, begging for more.

His thrusts were growing more erratic the longer he worked at fucking you. You were so wet, that his dick would occasionally slip out of you, and he’d give you the instant relief once more. HE was a goddamn magician at this. If he wasn’t fucking your mind so white hot, you’d probably wonder if there was some sort of class he’d have taken on this in medical school.

“I can’t” you huffed. “M’gonna,” Wade kissed your now sore and swollen lips.

“I know dolly.” He couldn’t even bring his head to look up from the crook of your shoulder. “I’m right behind you.” The couch underneath you began to creak at the motion he was plowing into you.

When both of your peaks were reached, Wade fell onto of you with labored breaths. You lifted your arms to loosely dangle onto his back.

“Well girl,” he spoke up after a comfortable silence. “You feel better?”

You smiled into his shoulder, eyes still closed and replaying the scene that had just taken place.

“I’ve never been better.”

“You know,” Wade whispered in your ear, “we could use a little shower…”

You would never suffer a cramp in silence again.

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Bro had one of the brutalist deaths in cinema history and here i am writing this!!! hell will be so hot for me but thats ok!!!!!!!!!

[if-underourskins]

juicy ro scenario ask…what would the ros do if they were having an argument and the mc flinched away from them? what would they do in the moment and how would they apologize later (or would they not)? interested to see what you say about brooks

thanks for the ask anon!! i'm assuming this is romanced ROs!

Victoria: She rushes forward – which probably wasn't the smartest move – and immediately wraps you up in her arms.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," she whispers. It doesn't matter what the argument was about; you flinched because of her. Victoria buries her face into the top of your head, pressing kisses over and over, as if it'd heal the hurt.

–

Blaine: You'd immediately see the guilt flooding in, the way Blaine stops midway, taking a step back from you.

"I-" Her/ His voice falters, not sure what to say. She/ He was supposed to take care of you, to protect you and here you are, flinching away from her/ him.

She/ He takes a step back, hands up in an attempt to portray herself/ himself as harmless. "I'm sorry," she/ he murmurs, eyes fixed on you.

–

Elexis: Elexis' voice falters mid-retort, catching the flinch. "MC," he murmurs, stepping forward, "I-"

He hesitates, opening his arms to see if you're willing to hug him. When you move forward to do so however, you hear the "sorry"s he murmurs against your skin, repeating it over and over again.

–

Seraph: Seraph surges forward a little before freezing, outstretched arms falling back into place. "Did I hurt you?" They'd murmur, and you can see the thoughts whirring behind their eyes.

Before you could answer however, they shake their hands, jewelry clinking softly. "I'm sorry," they murmur, but they don't move closer – instead they seem to hold themself back. "I truly am."

You wonder if they wish to flee, but their amber eyes stay locked on your own.

–

Brooks: He freezes, blue eyes locked onto your own. His mind is racing, and he doesn't know what to say. "MC..." He murmurs, before ditching that line of thought. "I don't- I can't-"

Brooks stares at you for a few more seconds before muttering a quick "sorry" and fleeing.

(You'd find him later preparing your favourite food in the kitchen, not quite meeting your eyes.)

[seraphdreams]

Okay, but like, Yuuta feeling bad that he didn't pull out in time but the reader is so cock-drunk that she's just begging for him to do it again...

this is what i wake up to…. oh dear m dizzy !!!

one thing about yuuta is, he never wears condoms. not because he doesn’t want to, in fact he freaks out when he’s not wearing one, but because they’re somehow always out of reach when they’re needed :( and when your pussy is clinging to him so tight, milking him for all he has, he can’t just pull out !! it’s a battle within him — does he cum in you, does he not? by the time he finally figures it out it’s too late :( he’s made a mess of your cunny, creamy white seeping out of your overstimulated hole n all at the base of his cock . .

the way he’s so fast to voice his sincerities, “m sorry, so so sorry.” he’s got his head rested in the crook of your neck, his way of hanging his head low in shame :( but when you feebly grab onto his wrist, tugging him so gently to tell him “please cum in me again, yu-yu.” … there’s a noticeable sparkle in his eyes !! only issue for you though, is now that you’ve given him the clearance, he won’t be able to stop :(

[ysaefinn]

tis me kitty anon

mommy! suguru and reader who is just an absolute menace. orange cat coded reader. just a lot of oh? you want me to sleep? no >:3333 eat something??? what? never heard of her. don’t- don’t touch that???? whaaaat i would neverrrr. *touch. touchtouchtouch-* reader just making suguru work doubletime for the giggles, reader who is worse on purpose because it is funny.

MY KITTY ANON HELLO!!!!! <333

It's honestly crazy how the nonnies are made for suguru lmaoo, I'm honestly yet to get an ask describing a reader who wouldn't be adored by suguru (although that could be thanks to his range)

Suguru would absolutely thrive with someone like this, you get to be yourself without feeling any shame and he gets to be the mother he was always destined to be ♡ win win situation. The only suguru i see getting sliiiightly irritated is teen!suguru since I believe he becomes more patient the older he gets (hence why dilf!suguru is the number 1 brat enjoyer lmao) but it's really just out of worry because what if your behavior lands you in trouble someday? He's so much fussier and protective, It keeps him up at night lol, but he eventually gets used to it and starts seeing you more fondly and becomes more indulgent <33

[httpiastri]

Pepe is definitely the never go to bed angry type of partner

okay you really just thought "let's go send jack an ask that will instantly kill her"???? because well it worked

[habitual-creatures]

YEP- I DON'T PLAN ON LEAVING ANYMORE!

- 💜 anon

(Matching their energy!! Very happy to see them)

YAY!! M' GONNA SQUEEZE YA!!!

YOU'RE NOT GETTIN' AWAY, Z!!!

GONNA GOBBLE YA UP!

[thirteenheavens]

dino tits drunks, pleaseee

yea, im that dino anon and i'll start using this "🦦" emoji just like wonu anon hihi love both of you 🫶🫶

🦦

Can you blame me?|| Lee Chan

Notes: stop you can tell this is an old request

You wake up to find Chan already awake, his head nestled between your breasts as he kisses and nuzzles them. "Morning," he mumbles against your skin, his voice still thick with sleep. "Morning to you too," you reply, stifling a yawn. Chan doesn't seem interested in letting you get up just yet though, his hands coming up to massage your breasts gently.

"These are so perfect," he says, looking up at you with a mischievous grin. "I could stay here all day." He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it until it's hard and sensitive. His other hand continues to knead your breast, occasionally flicking your nipple with his thumb. You moan softly, feeling yourself growing wet from his attentions. Chan notices your reaction and smirks against your skin.

"Already getting worked up?" he teases, switching to your other breast and giving it the same treatment. "I haven't even touched you anywhere else yet."

"We've just woken up and you're already being a horny mess," you say with a smile, running your fingers through his messy bedhead. Chan chuckles against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Can you blame me? You look so beautiful like this." He gives your nipple one last teasing lick before crawling up your body to kiss you deeply. "And I'm always horny for you," he whispers against your lips.

Chan takes your nipples between his fingers, pinching and rolling them gently as he kisses down your neck. "I love how sensitive you are," he murmurs, his voice deep and husky. He continues to tease your breasts, occasionally squeezing them harder as he makes his way down your body. His lips trail hot kisses along your collarbone and between your breasts.

"You're so perfect," he says, looking up at you with dark eyes filled with desire. "I could worship these all day." He takes one of your nipples back into his mouth, sucking and biting it while his fingers play with the other. Your back arches off the bed, pleasure coursing through your body as he works you up even more.

Chan suddenly lays his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as he listens to your heartbeat. "I'm so lucky," he says quietly, his warm breath tickling your skin. He looks up at you with a contented smile, his eyes soft and full of affection. "You're everything I've ever wanted," he confesses, nuzzling against your breasts again.

You run your fingers through his hair, feeling your heart swell with love for him. "I'm the lucky one," you reply, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. Chan sighs happily, snuggling closer to you as he settles in for the morning. "Maybe we can stay like this for a little while longer," he suggests, tracing lazy patterns on your stomach.

You giggle at his sudden stop of being horny. Chan lays his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as he listens to your heartbeat. "I'm so lucky," he says quietly, his warm breath tickling your skin. He looks up at you with a contented smile, his eyes soft and full of affection. "You're everything I've ever wanted," he confesses, nuzzling against your breasts again.

[sollucets]

I kinda want to ask you to write all touch prompts for akk and aye but because that is unreasonable and way too greedy, how about 26, 27 and maybe 33? thank you so so much! And congratulations on your followers!!!!

you know, i'd write them all too if i had the fuckin Time [sobs] thank you very much nonny

26 (kissing the top of their head) + 27 (pulling them closer) + 33 (tasting their smile) from this list for my lil event; right around 1k of height difference & nickname shenanigans and talking around another bigger issue!!!! set in the summer after ourskyy, rated t for 'tall'

💜

“Hand me that plate, Shortstop.” 

Akk does, but not without making sure to splash Aye with the water running off of it. “We’ve been over this." They have, although it's been a while since Aye had first tried it in the tent. "That’s your name.” 

With a little yelp, Aye snatches the plate from his hand and sets to drying it with slightly more force than strictly necessary. The water drops stand out against the gray material of his t-shirt. “Why can’t we switch?” 

“Do you not have eyes?” Akk takes another bowl out of Aye’s mom’s sink and starts washing it with a little grin. “Grow a bit taller and we can talk.”

He expects Aye to fire back with a water attack of his own, or an insult, so when neither comes he turns to look at his boyfriend in faint surprise. Aye is giving the plate an undeservedly contemplative look, lips pursed. It’s very cute. Akk splashes him again. 

“Akk,” snaps Aye, his nose going all scrunched the way it does when he’s actually annoyed. 

“Aye,” Akk answers, grin reaching all the way up to his eyes. 

Aye stares for a long second, then softens all at once, mouth curving up in turn. He still elbows Akk in retribution before picking up his next dish, though. “So if I was taller than you, we could switch? I could be your Bigfoot.”

“If you were taller than me, I would’ve come up with a different nickname in the first place.”

“But I wouldn’t have,” Aye says decisively. “You’d have been Shortstop to me.”

Akk shoots him a sidelong look, dubious. “It's annoying, so yes, probably. In a hypothetical parallel universe where you’re taller. Why are you suddenly so obsessed with this? Don’t you call me enough things already?” 

“Do you not like it, darling?” asks Aye, all coy and playful, and it devolves from there. He doesn’t bring up the height thing again that day. 

But apparently he didn’t actually forget, because in the time following that initial conversation Aye starts taking every possible opportunity to be taller than Akk. 

It starts small, like Aye insisting Akk sit on the ground while he’s on the couch so he can reach his hair to dry it, calling him Shortstop in a tone of such overdone honeyed affection that all he can do is laugh. Or like Aye crawling into Akk’s lap so he has a height advantage when they kiss, and Akk making sure he doesn't get a chance to use any nickname at all.

Then it escalates, as things frequently do with them. Aye sits on top of the couch backrest at Akk’s house instead of on it, buys a pair of shoes with these ridiculous heel boosts, sits on Akk's desk while Akk writes his admission essays. At one point, very memorably, he gets on a table at a party they’d attended with Kan and refuses to come down until Akk has to drag him. 

Akk doesn’t mind as much as he’s pretending he does, which is something he’s found works for them with these things. It makes Aye happy to see him annoyed, so if he gets what he wants and the behavior isn’t actually that annoying, it’s a win for both of them. And it is funny, honestly, and frequently ends with Aye hanging off of him somehow. 

Still, though, after nearly two months of their summer together being intermittently marked by Aye’s new favorite running joke, something starts to nibble at the corner of Akk’s mind. It’s late summer now, and they’re running up closer to the thing they’ve barely managed to talk about: Aye’s impending departure, and his own entry into a northern university. And— well. He can’t manage that, but he might be able to manage this.

So the next time Aye makes a point of standing two stairs up in his own home to talk to Akk, he turns and looks up at him and asks, point-blank, “Does it bother you that I’m taller?” 

Aye blinks once, twice, then laughs a little. After a second, he seems to realize that Akk is honestly asking and tilts his head with an expression of mild bemusement. “No, baby. I like it, you give great hugs and have great legs. Why?”

Akk makes a sputtering noise and tries not to get derailed thinking about Aye’s feelings about his legs, which he did already know about for— various reasons. Instead, he pointedly jerks his chin at Aye, noticeably needing to tilt his head up to do so. 

“I'm just messing with you,” Aye says, reaching a hand out with a little smile. “I thought you knew.” 

“I do,” says Akk, and lets Aye take his hand and pull him one step up the stairs. It doesn’t equalize their heights; Aye’s still just a little taller like this. “But... it’s been going on a long time.”

“Yeah, I guess it has,” says Aye a little thoughtfully. “I just like seeing—” 

“—My angry face. I know.” 

Aye outright giggles at that, gently intertwining his fingers with Akk’s. “If you know, then why are you worrying about it?” 

Akk can feel his resolve failing already. He sighs. 

“I guess,” says Aye thoughtfully after a moment, “I do also like it when we… switch.” He wiggles his eyebrows and continues talking over Akk’s incoherent noise in response. “So it’s fun for me, to try and turn the little nickname thing on its head. Not that you’re cooperating.” 

“You wouldn’t like it if I cooperated,” Akk says, half-sure, and tries mostly unsuccessfully to glare up at Aye. 

“Oh, but I do,” Aye says, tugging him even closer by their twined hands and putting his other one on the back of Akk’s neck, pushing his head down enough to press a kiss to the top of it. “Just not right away. I like getting you to admit things."

There's an odd-- hesitation there, a long moment of silence. Akk looks back up, their faces close enough to kiss properly now, and sees Aye looking away from him, eyes big and preoccupied. 

“What?” Akk prompts, and when he doesn’t get an answer, adds, “Bigfoot?” 

Aye’s gaze snaps back to him, suddenly focused and intent and sparkling, and he grins. “Yeah,” he says, slowly like he’s savoring the confirmation, “That’s nice.” 

Akk leans up a little further and kisses that smile, gently and then less so when the fingers on the back of his neck tighten and pull him closer. He leans into it with a sigh and tries not to think about other things Aye might like him to admit, and instead thinks about how — it is nice, sometimes, to be the smaller one. 

[fratercrucis]

you prefer waffles to pancakes

WAFFLES YESS

[kiisuuumii]

post it anyway. also expect those five paragraphs!

posted it !!! (literally sobbing rn)

[xxsabitoxx]

Yuji being obsessed with the eating your pussy and accidentally teaching Sukuna how enjoyable it can be.

Sukuna, who’s never seen the appeal in going down on a woman. He figures he would personally gain no pleasure from it so why even bother?

Yuji, who’s the polar opposite and dreams of the day he can finally get you in his bed. Just so he can shove his head between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying

Sukuna, who’s been forced to listen to these thoughts for years now because Yuji won’t grow a pair and just ask you out. Seriously, it’s been years, he’s losing his mind.

Yuji, who finally asks you out after one shot for courage and can’t believe it when you’re telling him that you’ve been waiting forever for him to ask that question.

Yuji, who forgets that even a single shot of liquor can get him buzzed and in no time at all he has his hands all over you. Not that you mind, you’ve waited just as long for him.

Yuji, who’s dragging you into a random bedroom at this house party and is locking the door behind you, lips glued to yours as he backs you up until you’re falling onto the mattress with him on top of you.

Yuji, who’s kissing his way down your body, falling to his knees before you as he nearly drags your lower half off of the mattress. Tugging your pants and underwear off in one go just to toss them somewhere into the room

Yuji, who’s spreading your thighs apart to finally catch a glimpse of the cunt he’s been dreaming of for years. Saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Yuji, who’s whining as he moves his head lower, nipping and sucking the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Your nosies only egging him on as he moves his way upwards.

Yuji, who’s breath is coming out in short pants as he hovers just above your cunt, asking your permission one last time since he knows he’ll be too far gone to stop soon.

Yuji, who’s whimpering against your cunt as he eats you out, tongue licking greedily along your slit before prodding at your swollen clit. Drool leaking down his chin and subsequently your cunt, mixing with your arousal.

Yuji, who has you falling apart on his tongue over and over before he’s even satisfied enough to come up for air. His cheeks flushed pink and hair a mess from where your hands had been pulling at it.

Yuji, who’s begging you to let him eat you again, as if his lips and chin aren’t covered in your sticky arousal. Watching as you struggle to catch your breath, not thinking he would make you cum as many times as he had.

Yuji, who’s practically crying when you lazily nod “yes”, your eyelids almost impossible to keep open as you fall back against the mattress and let him eat you out for the umpteenth time that night.

Sukuna, who’s eyes have been fully opened (against his will) to the appeal in eating a woman’s cunt.

Mildly unfinished but like… the vision is there my

Edit: based on some recent comments and anons I’ve received, there seems to be some confusion with this post.

So let me clarify that Yuji is 21-22 in this, he is in college, I’ve written him the age he would be in 2024.

If you don’t agree with aging up characters? Don’t read the post, or just block me. It’ll save all of us the time and sanity.