#no formatting bc i’m lazy

[slicznymartwy]

hiiiii i have something really short (i can’t remember if i already posted this tbh since i wrote it a few weeks ago ..)

billy x sorority reader

no actual billy in this one. only implied billy. the notion of billy.

You love your sorority sisters, you love being in a sorority, you love sharing a house with them - all things you have to remind yourself when come home to the sound of sobbing in the living room.

Hesitating by the front door, you glance at the stairs and wonder if it’s possible to get away without being noticed.

Unfortunately, you make the mistake of looking back at the girls and see Clare’s pleading eyes. You sigh, condemned to acting like you don’t know what this is all about.

“What‘s wrong?” you ask, anxiously eyeing the crying girl on the couch.

It was Kathy, if the shrill wailing was any indication; she was in the same year as you, but you were never close to each other. Not that you minded, based on how she was blubbering into Clare’s ear.

“She lost her new camera,” Clare says through a sympathetic pout by Kathy’s side, rubbing her back.

“I didn’t lose it!” Kathy snaps at Clare, before putting her face back into her hands. Glancing at Barb on the other couch, who was shamelessly ignoring the theatrics, you pray to get out of this unscathed.

“Should we look for it?” you offer, despite the fact that you would rather tear your face off than search for the camera. You don’t know how long you can act like you don’t know where it is.

“We already searched the entire house,” Clare says with a little sigh. “The only place we haven’t looked is the attic, but we’re sure no one would take it up there.”

“Definitely not the attic,” you say, as convincingly as you can manage. You’ve never been a great actor, but Kathy and Clare both nod in agreement.

Suddenly, Kathy lets out a frustrated groan, hitting her hands against her thighs. You hadn’t noticed it before when she looked at Clare, but now you can see how her mascara was smudged and running down her cheeks.

You almost feel bad, but only almost. Kathy had a funny way of sapping due sympathy whenever she opened her mouth.

“My parents are going to kill me! Don’t you have any idea how much that thing costs?” Kathy cries. From the couch, Barb sighs and finishes her drink.

“Then you shouldn’t have lost it,” she mumbles, getting up and beelining to the liquor cabinet.

“I didn’t lose it! I put it on my desk before bed, so I wouldn’t forget to take it with me today, but when I woke up, it was gone! Someone stole it!”

You shift in your boots, the wooden floor creaking underneath you.

“Come on, let’s look in your room again,” Clare says sweetly, hooking her arm through Kathy’s.

“I already did!” she insists, but she lets herself get dragged off the couch and up the stairs anyways.

You still feel a little queasy as you shuffle over to the now vacant couch, falling onto it with a heavy sigh and taking up the length of it with your legs. Cracking open an eye, you see Barb take the same position on the opposite couch, careful to keep her glass upright.

“I don’t know why she lets herself get so worked up. It’s just a camera, no need to get hysterical,” Barb complains to the ceiling.

Closing your eyes again, you nuzzle your head into the pillow and nonchalantly say, “You don’t think someone actually stole it, do you?”

Barb scoffs, and you can hear her ice cubes rattle as she sips her drink.

“No way. If losing things were an Olympic sport, she’d be a gold-medalist,” Barb says, unknowingly calming your racing heart. “Seriously, she lost a record player two weeks ago. A record player. Who does that?”

“No way, really?” Laughing, you feel the last of your tension leave your body. Barb hums a mhm, and you decide there’s no harm in letting Billy keep the camera. From the sound of it, she’d probably lose it one way or another.

Now, if only you can grab the rest of her film from her desk. It’s not like she’ll get any use out of them, and Billy’s almost out.

[devilsrecreation]

Trick or treat!

OH MY GOD I KNOW JUST WHAT TO PUT HERE!!!!

I’m writing a three-shot fic of a scene that would happen in Ucheshi (oc)’s hypothetical debut episode where she meets Scar so here are a couple snippets of Kiburi caring about his little sister!

LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIM CARING ABOUT HIS SISTER EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE ON DIFFERENT SIDES AAAAAAA

[padfootastic]

summary: from euphemia to james to sirius to harry to lily luna—traditions passed down through the generations of potters. love in the form of feeding your people, aloo paranthas as a labor of love etc etc

a labor of love

(also on ao3!)

August, 1970

“Jamie, breakfast’s ready!”

Loud steps thundered around the house as her ten year old raced down the stairs. Euphemia didn’t even bother to reprimand him at this point—she knew it was a pointless endeavour. Instead, she made sure the safety charms on the staircase were always updated.

“HiMumGoodMorningWhatsForBreakfast,” James’ words came out in one single whoosh of air and it was only because this was her child that she had extensive experience with that she could decode what he was saying.

She smiled gently while placing the plate in front of him. “Aloo parantha, honey.”

“Yesss,” James hissed in pleasure, a quick fist pumped in the air, before bending forward with his nose mere millimetres away from the paranthas.

Euphemia swapped the back of his head with a ‘tsk’. “James. How many times have I told you not to smell your food? You’re not a dog.”

“Ma, you don’t get it, okay. It smells so good,” he replied with a goofy, cross-eyed expression. “Seriously, whenever I go to heaven, I just know it’ll smell like fried potato and ghee and coriander. Life can’t get any better than this.”

Euphemia could only smile at the innocent look of wonder on her son’s face as he tore a piece off to stuff it in his mouth, hoping it always stayed there. If she had to keep making him aloo paranthas every morning to keep it there, she’d happily do so. 

August, 1976

Sirius huddled closer into the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and trying to count his breaths so he didn’t go so fast anymore.

It was some ungodly time of the day and he was sitting on the floor, pressed right up against the corner of the living room of Potter Manor, having a minor—really, not a big deal at all—panic attack about…well, everything.

It hadn’t been two days since he’d run away from Grimmauld Place and already the hopelessness was settling into his bones. He couldn’t stop replaying the words and curses and taunts and Reg’s face and—

“Sirius?” A drowsy voice cut through his spiral. He shouldn’t be surprised.

James always had a way of doing that.

“H-Hi, Jamie,” he replied, straightening up and wiping his eyes in a futile attempt to hide the tears he could feel pooling there. It wouldn’t work, he knew that, James always, always knew but he still had to try.

Sure enough, a pair of sock clad feet (adorned in little animated snitches) stopped right in front of him. His gaze traveled slowly, reluctantly, up to see James looking at him with a complicated look on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and frustration and resignation. Sirius hated that he put it there. James wasn’t made for expressions like that—he should always be happy, smiling, and this felt wrong, wrong, wrong.

Before he could do anything, though (not that there was much in his control), a hand entered his vision, palm up in invitation. Without even thinking twice about it—he would always choose James—he let himself be pulled up and straight into strong arms that were the only thing keeping him whole and grounded so far.

The hug ended in less time than it took for him to draw a full, shaky, breath. The abruptness of it left him reeling. 

“Come on,” James said, tugging him in the direction of the kitchen. Sirius followed, confused, letting himself be manhandled into the kitchen stool and watched James take something out of the cooking cabinet.

“Boiled potatoes,” he explained, already moving on to the spice rack. “Mum always keeps some ready to go.”

With quick, practiced movements, James had them peeled and mashed. Another sealed container was retrieved—‘Dough. For the rotis’—and a flat top griddle was placed on the stove.

Sirius watched the whole thing in a daze, unable to identify a single thing but being comforted all the same. It felt almost like a ritual; the rhythmic movements of James’ hands as he rolled the dough into balls, and stuffed them with the potatoes. Watching him smooth it out into a round, flat shape. 

“I didn’t know you were so proficient in the kitchen, Prongs,” Sirius finally said as the kitchen warmed up from his best mate’s ministrations, the smell of ghee-fried dough and spiced potatoes permeating the air.

“I’m not, really,” James shrugged. “But aloo paranthas are—they’re different, you know? Everyone should know how to make them.“

“I’ve never even tried them.”

“Well, then, everyone should have them at least once in their lives,” James said, firmly.

He placed a plate full of warm, steaming—aloo paranthas in front of Sirius and without even knowing what they really were, he could feel the rest of the tension seeping out of him. It’s a temporary relief, to be sure, but that it happened at all is enough to both awe and excite him.

He looked up at James with wide eyes, only to receive a knowing smile in return.

“Have a bite, Pads,” James pushed the plate closer. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

And he didn’t.

As he sat there and entirely demolished four of the wonderful paranthas—after days of not feeling the slightest pang of hunger—Sirius was helpless against the warmth that suffused his entire being, not just from the heat of the potatoes, but from the boy in front of him who’d decided to take a chance on him. Decided to welcome him not just in his arms but his house, his family. 

August, 1995

“Sirius, why are we here?” Harry asked, confused. A minute ago, they were in the garden, talking about something or the other, and then suddenly his godfather had grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the kitchen.

“Because you, my dear Prongslet, have been severely, unforgivably wronged and it’s time to start rectifying that,” Sirius proclaimed, which really didn’t help.

“…huh?”

“You just told me you’ve never had anything but bland, boring British food. Ever.” Sirius stressed the last word, making a point Harry wasn’t quite sure of.

“Yes…because the Dursleys are raging racists and Hogwarts isn’t too creative with its culinary choices,” Harry slowly said, feeling eerily like he was defending himself for…not being able to have a diverse palette?

“Exactly. If James had a grave, he’d be rolling around in it.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“Look, I was supposed to do this for you since the day you were old enough to eat solids. That I didn’t…well. Let’s not go there right now. But now that I do have the chance, it’s practically first on the list of my godfatherly duties—“

“What is, Sirius?” Harry asked, slightly exasperated. The man was making no sense.

“Making aloo paranthas, Harry! Come on, keep up, it’s bad enough you’ve gone this far without—any longer and I swear, James will find a way to come back to wring my neck and tie you to a chair just so he could force feed you,” Sirius finished, a slightly haunted look in his eyes like he was speaking from experience.

Harry blinked. What—?

“Now, luckily for us, the boiled potatoes are already done. You’ve got me to thank for that bit of foresight, of course, never go without since fifth year—“

“Why?”

“—because they’re so versatile—“

“Right, of course, how silly of me.”

“Yes. So, now you’ve gotta peel and mash it, and none of that ricer or fork nonsense, either, okay? You’ve gotta really get in there with your hands.” Sirius demonstrated by taking one slightly cold potato from the bowl, expertly peeling and crushing it between his fingers. He kept going until it was almost smooth, with just the smallest hint of texture. Once done, he turned expectantly towards Harry, eyebrow raised and ‘go on’ written all over his face.

Still slightly bemused, Harry stepped forward and gingerly took a potato of his own. Trying to peel it was—not as easy as he thought and everything else faded away as he concentrated on making sure no brown bits remained. It was a surprisingly soothing task. When he had his first potato peeled and mashed, he turned to Sirius proudly.

“There. What next?”

Sirius nodded in approval. “Now, we do the rest of it.”

And standing there shoulder to shoulder, the two of them managed to get through a veritable mountain of boiled potatoes, interspersed with Sirius’ stories of the Potters, a rare, greedy pleasure for Harry.

“Your grandmum, Euphemia, she’d make this for breakfast every so often. It was James’ favorite and she could never resist his great, big eyes—you get that from him, by the way. Not many people could, mind, but it was particularly effective when he wanted to scam some paranthas out of her.”

and “Your dad wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but this was one thing he was absolutely adamant he learn. Spent hours with Effie and Rani perfecting it, as well.”

Once the potatoes were done, Sirius directed him to the spice cabinet. “Now, this is the most important bit, Harry. Everyone makes their aloo paranthas in their own way. You can have different people following the same recipe and all of their final results would still taste different.”

Harry nodded in understanding. It was a bit like Aunt Petunia’s prized Roast Dinner—she always claimed no one else could make it the way she could, not even letting Harry close to the preparation of it. 

“The first time I had this was in fifth year—similar to you, come to think of it—and I’ve experimented after, right? It was so good I had to. I went to many, many places in muggle London—roadside stalls to fine dining, you name it—and not once have I felt the same as when your dad made it with his eyes still half closed and the paranthas a little burnt on the edges and a bit undercooked in the middle. There’s no competition. So. It’s all in the spice, yes?”

Sirius handed him the container of carom seeds. “That being said, the most important bit?”

Harry leaned forward, eager, all hesitation forgotten in the face of a piece of his culture, his family being passed down to him like this.

“You’ve got to—“

August, 2017

“—measure with your heart, okay, Lils?”

Little Lily Luna Potter, only nine but adopting an air of maturity of someone much older, nodded solemnly, taking her dad’s word as gospel.

“This isn’t just food—this is you telling someone you love them. It’s a warm hug. Feeding someone, taking care of them, is no small job. So, forget all this measurements nonsense and just get in there,” Harry finished, nostalgia coating his words as he quoted his own godfather word for word.

“Get in there, Daddy!” Lily-Lu repeated empathetically.

“That’s right,” Harry chuckled, using one hand to ruffle the riotous mane of red curls piled on top of her head. “The next thing to go in is the powdered spices. Which ones are those, again?”

Lily-Lu squinted thoughtfully. “Coriander powder, red chili powder, tyoo-mer-ic, and cumin powder. That’s all of it, right, Daddy?”

Harry smiled at her serious countenance. “There’s just one more you’re missing.”

She frowned, biting her lip and mumbling under breath. “One more? Coriander…chili…cumin…and—and—garam masala! It’s garam masala, isn’t it?” The last few words were said in an excited shout, almost loud enough to startle him but he could only lean forward and place a quick kiss on her forehead in approval.

“Sure is, sweetheart. You’re a quick one, aren’t you?”

“I’m smart, Daddy, you and Mummy say so,” Lily-Lu returned, self-satisfaction radiating from every inch of her little frame

“That’s because you are; the smartest of us all, isn’t it?” Harry teased, while carefully mixing the spices with the potatoes. This one he’d do himself—Lily-Lu’s hands weren’t the steadiest yet.

“Oh!” She exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward. “The salt! You forgot the salt, Daddy.”

Harry blinked in surprise, looking down at his array of ingredients and realised he had.

“Huh. So I have, it seems. Would you like to do the honours, Lulu?” He extended the container towards her, smiling once again at how she was practically vibrating in excitement.

Harry was—not just glad but utterly ecstatic that he could do this, had the opportunity and ability for it. And he had no one but Sirius to thank for it.

Taking care of me even from the afterlife, aren’t you, Siri? he thinks with a silent offering of gratitude to the universe. I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for it, for everything. 

“And now, the absolute final step?”

“The chopped coriander!” Lily-Lu chirped, already reaching forward to clasp a handful of coriander he’d prepared beforehand. She sprinkled it all over their mixture with a high, bright giggle and Harry could’ve spent an eternity in that moment, with his child beside him and the weight of his family behind him.

[daeryn]

i’m working on chapter 1 of eternity, but i saved it part way through as a draft on ao3 so i have until the 15th to finish or it auto-deletes aaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHH

[itostea]

care for me? (gojo x wife! reader)

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in which you’re forced to share a bed with the husband you’re convinced hates you

warnings: there’s only one bed!!!! suggestive bc it’s gojo, they’re both a bit confused, pic from lving yamada kun at lv999

a/n: part of the gojo’s wife series (i recc you read the fic before this one to understand some things), also i’m posting this stuff on my phone now since i’m on vacay …meaning format will be extra ugly💀💀

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“What exactly did you say to make the principal Gakuganji agree to us on a mission together?”

You think Gojo or rather your husband, doesn’t really understand how fast he actually walks. With the way he towers over every civilian in Japan and how much longer his strides are, you’re almost certain that his pacing is far from normal. It gets to the point where you’re jogging to keep up with him, a huff escaping your lips in exasperation.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over that, ‘kay?” He gives you a lazy smile and with the blindfold wrapped around his head, you can’t exactly see the way he glances over at you–gradually shortening his steps for you to catch up.

You choose to ignore his comment about “your pretty little head” and instead sigh. “Sator–I mean ‘Toru,” you say carefully, gauging the way he gives a satisfied smile at your correction. After the moment you both had in the kitchen at a dangerously late hour, he insisted you call him a nickname.

He gave some recommendations: my hubby, my king, the strongest and most handsome husband. Naturally, you refused to call him those nicknames in public and even denied him the joy in private. So to avoid his needless whining, you compromised and decided on “‘Toru.” The way he brightened up that day made you feel giddy all over but you brushed it off with the fact that you were just glad he was actually talking to you.

“You didn’t do anything bad right?” You inquire, shooting him a glare.

“I think what I did was reasonable!” He chirps, reaching in a bag of candy to plop some in his mouth—the same bag he insisted on getting before you both went on the mission. You can’t help but feel a bit meek when his fingers inch towards your mouth and he gives a toothy grin, beckoning for you to open. You breathe out an annoyed huff, slightly parting your lips to let the sugary treat on your tongue.

He smiles, leaning forward to let his fingers linger in the plush of your lips. “Good girl.”

The way your breath hitches is visceral and you feel the pricks of embarrassment probe at your skin. Your eyes avert from his and you quicken your steps, trying your best to hide the fact that Gojo Satoru was having an effect on you. You miss the way his smile widens at your reaction.

You still avoid his gaze when he catches up. “You know I’m the one who cleans up after your mess whenever you piss the higher-ups right? It’s me who gets the scolding!”

“Scolding? Would you believe me if I told you stuff like that won’t happen again?”

You pause, analyzing how he flashed a coy grin. Immediately, your eyes narrow. “Gojo Satoru.”

“It’s ‘Toru to you,” he voices, chuckling at how your frown deepened. “Relax. I didn’t do anything that bad. Just did enough for them to stop annoying my wife.”

You choose not to linger on how easily the words “my wife” falls out of your lips but it’s hard when he went so far just for your wellbeing. Your mind drifts to his lips pressed against your forehead, instantly regretting it as you feel your neck growing warm. You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts from multiplying, earning a curious look from Gojo.

Before he can ask why you went quiet, you stop in your tracks, looking at him with an expression so cute he nearly feels himself fall over. You click your tongue. “‘Toru. You annoy me more than them.”

He whistles, looking at the sight of the abandoned hospital–the location where the S-grade assigned to the both of you curse lies hidden. “Harsh.”

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The lady in the front trembles as she inputs the data for the two of you. Her eyes scan Gojo’s wide grin and your blank expression that seems even more menacing with the red splatters on your clothes. You blink, tilting your head. “It’s not my blood,” you try to reassure her but that only seems to worsen her fear.

“R-Right!” She squeaks. “One room for Mr. Gojo, correct?”

Gojo nods with a hum, taking the keycard from the lady’s trembling hands. He gestures for you to follow him, walking with so much bravado that any onlooker doesn’t even question the bloodied state of your uniform. “You should’ve been more careful,” he says. “You made a mess.”

“Not everyone has infinity you know?” You mumble, following him into the hotel suite. Your eyes scan the seemingly fancy interior and furniture, not paying much attention until your eyes lock onto an unmistakable sight.

“‘Toru. Why is there only one bed?”

His disinterested hum only serves to make you grow more baffled. He shrugs off his jacket, cracking his neck with a hum. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn I said two beds. The lady must’ve messed up seeing you all bloodied up. Must’ve scared her real bad huh?”

You’re almost certain that this predicament has brought you more stress than any mission you’ve been sent. And you’re amazed–no bewildered, that Gojo’s not even batting an eye at this.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy now that you’re sharing a bed with your husband.”

“We’ve never done that before!” You squeak out, dropping your bags on the floor.

That was partially his fault, he thinks. Even so, he keeps his mouth shut. “You have any extra clothes you can wear?”

Even in your frenzied state, you still process the question, blinking in recognition. “No…”

He shrugs. “Then you can wear my shirt,” he points to the white button-up. “Might be gross but it’s better than nothing right? Besides that makes us even now. I got to see you shirtless when—”

“‘Toru!”

He grins an easy-going smile. “Ya know if you’re not comfortable with sleeping on the same bed as me, I can always sleep on the couc–”

“No!” You say a bit too quickly, straightening yourself out when he raises a curious brow. “No I mean like, I don’t mind that much. Besides, I don’t want you to hurt your back on the couch…”

“That’s the only reason?” He smiles and it’s not hard to realize he’s teasing you.

You nod, resolute despite your sweating palms. “Yes.”

“Then…” he shrugs. “You can take a shower first. I’ll leave the shirt near the door. Promise I won’t look. Unless you want me to.”

You can only give another nod, shooting a glare at his shit-eating grin. You take off to the showers, clasping a hand over your mouth as you silently scream in embarrassment. The warm water makes your skin feel hotter to touch and you only try your hardest not to dwell on the details. It’s just a night on the same bed together. Nothing more, nothing less.

You wish you could have kept that confidence huddled in your blankets–watching your snow-haired husband crawl into bed. You try not to linger on his bare torso for too long to be considered healthy and have to physically restrain yourself from jumping when his hand grazes your thigh.

He’s not wearing his blindfold or shades, meaning you can really see how his eyes watch your every move in interest. He leans closer, making you bite a squeak down. “You’re hogging the blankets.”

“Huh? Oh yeah,” you laugh awkwardly, throwing the fabric off your body for him. Gojo Satoru doesn’t have a favorite art piece but you in his shirt might just take the spot. He licks his lips, seeing how you unbuttoned a few buttons near the collar for more room–how you avoided his gaze. Cute, he thinks.

He raises a brow when you lay on your side, covering yourself in the blankets until you’re a heap of fabric. His lips twitches into a smile when he sees the way you curl up into yourself. Then again, he chooses not to mention it when he feels himself growing drowsy.

You’re not sure how much time passes but you can hear Gojo’s gentle breathing fill the room. You bring a hand to your legs, trying to ease away the goosebumps forming on your skin. At first, you assumed they were from nerves but now, you’re almost certain it’s because the hotel’s blasting the AC. And oddly enough, Gojo seems completely unaffected, even able to sleep peacefully.

You sigh, turning to face him. You’ve always known your husband was an attractive man but it’s not fair for him to look so good even while sleeping. His lashes are long and you find yourself staring a bit too long at his lips. Again, your mind drift to the moment when he pressed those same lips to your forehead and instead of being filled with embarrassment, you’re filled with a feeling that squeezes at your heart.

Subconsciously, you’re reaching for his face, grazing a finger down his cheekbones to the corner of his lips. His skin is smooth against your touch and you’re almost jealous that his skin was perfect too. You continue to map your way to his jawline, mesmerized at the sight.

“Enjoying the view?” He mumbles, his eyes closed though a smile crosses his face. You’re about to retrace your hand away from his face but he’s quick to clasp one around your wrist. You nearly squeak when he leans closer to your palm, his eyes finally opening to peer into yours. “Eyeing me when I’m asleep? I didn’t know you were such a per—“

“I’m not!” You yelp, snatching your wrist away from you him with a flushed face.

He hums, propping himself on his elbow to watch you. “Hm? Now you getting all embarrassed on me after you felt me up?”

“I did not feel you up.”

He merely shrugs with a grin. “It’s all good. I think you’re pretty cute too.”

You didn’t know it was possible to be this flustered until you shared a bed with Gojo. “I only touched you because I was cold!”

That wasn’t entirely a lie either. When you felt Gojo’s face, his skin was warm under your touch and you wondered if the rest of him was like that. Naturally, you refrained from thinking even further or else you really wouldn’t sleep a wink.

To your surprise, you feel see him pat the spot besides him. Your lips fall apart as you continue to stare. He only shrugs with a lazy smirk. “What? A husband has to make sure his wife’s comfortable right?”

It’s hard to say no when you feel the cool air of the AC bite into your skin—your limbs trembling. You hold his gaze for a few seconds, sighing as you scootched closer to him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your frame closer until you’re against his torso.

You try not to dwell on the fact that you can feel how his muscles move against your shirt—or rather his shirt; how he nuzzled his face in your neck, breathing in your scent that this scene felt so naturally domestic.

You squirm in his embrace, shifting your hips around to find a more comfortable position. His arms immediately squeeze you tighter, making you squeak. “Stay still,” he says lowly against your ear.

“You’re holding me too tight,” you whine, wiggling your hips again. This time, his hand squeezes your hip.

“Yeah? Well if you don’t stop squirming, I’ll have another problem to deal with.”

“What—“ You say before the realization hits you and you’re left spluttering like an idiot. Your head turns to face him and you immediately regret it.

His blues bore into yours and you see how his lips twitch as if trying to hold back a laugh. “I—“ You start, turning away from him with your stomach doing flips. “Okay,” you squeak, clenching your eyes shut at your response.

He only grunts in response, spooning you with his chin atop of your head. Minutes pass and you relax in his arms. “‘Toru?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being so nice to me right now? I thought you hated me?”

“What?” For the first time, he sounds awake. He leans up so you can see his hues peering down at you. You watch bemused as a tortured expression crosses his face for a second. “(Name), I don’t hate you. I never hated you.”

Your bewilderment grows. “But you…you never talked to me.”

He smooths a hand through his hair. “Can’t say I don’t have some regrets about that.”

It’s the same like last time, when the two of you were in the kitchen. He’s looking at you so tenderly that you can’t bring yourself to look away. “I care for you,” he continues, trying to pick his words thoughtfully. “Much more than I want to.”

He still peers down at you, so close that you almost think he’s about to lean in for a kiss. You observe him with a wide-eyed look, only letting out a little gasp when you feel his lips press against your forehead again—the feeling familiar to you. Gojo resumes his cuddling shortly after, squeezing your hip once more. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You widen your eyes, remaining silent. You’re at a list of words, momentarily left speechless. Even so, you reach down to press a hand over his on your hip, squeezing it lightly. “I know.”

Gojo thinks he sleeps the best when you’re besides him. You’re soft against him, fitting perfectly in between his arms. He thinks, there’s no way he was going to let this moment pass—and he was a man who kept true to his wishes. The next time he was going to sleep in his house, he was going to do it with you by his side.

BONUS:

“‘Toru…”

“What is it again?” He grumbles, though there’s no bite in his tone.

“Why couldn’t we just teleport home instead of going to a hotel?”

A brief silence follows.

“Go to sleep.”

[jellinuy]

(saw your announcement so imma get this in real fast) post jjk! ( everyone lives bc gege is a menace) gojo, reader, and suguru living together :3

( roommates! )

౨ৎ incl. satoru and suguru.

౨ৎ a/n. first time i've actually written something that's NOT a drabble in like forever. can't decide on a format!! also i thought of reader being like their shoko, so this is completely platonic! urrghhh sorry this took me forever

living with the strongest duo would include...

Big house, first of all, because Satoru bought it. I’m talking, like, the three of you live in a penthouse, big.

Two VERY different sides of the house. Satoru's messy room consisting of strewn socks on the floor and food containers littered across his desk and an unmade bed and not a single cell in his brain to fix any of it until you or Suguru get on his ass: he says he has other things to worry about.

On the other hand, Suguru is something of a nagging mother when it comes to his sector of the house. Clean sheets every week, clothes in the hamper immediately after taking them off, shoes in his closet in a neat row, etc. You and Satoru like to joke about him having OCD.

Late night snack runs!! It usually starts with one of you complaining about being hungry at an ungodly hour, way too late for snacks but craving snacks anyway. It’s usually Satoru who gets you two up by video calling you from his room, making noise until you can’t take it anymore and decide to get up.

Suguru does most of the cooking. Satoru isn’t bad at it, per se, but he’s too lazy to try and so are you, let alone make big enough batches for three people.

Suguru is also lazy at times, but less than Satoru, so you two designated him as your personal chef.

Of course, there are always days when none of you feel like cooking — those are Satoru’s favorite days. You’ll order takeout (with his money), heaped in a tangle of legs and arms across the couch as you eat and binge watch whatever you three happen to find.

Suguru usually makes you guys lunch for work or school if you ask. Or even if you don’t.

Pillow fights! Or any kind of play-fight that involves throwing things at each other. They're usually initiated by Satoru when the mood strikes, and he'll literally beat you and Suguru over the head with pillows until the stuffing is everywhere or until you physically can't breathe.

A group chat! Satoru’s a frequent texter, Suguru not so much, whether it’s to show you two a picture of a stray cat he found, to ask what’s for dinner, or to beg for something.

Strangely though, when you or Suguru question him on why the trash isn’t taken out, he goes quiet.

Those two are the kind of boys who come into your room to knock something over and just leave without closing your door.

Movie nights are a must on weekends, unless one of you is extremely busy. That’s how the three of you unwind without really saying you need to unwind. You cuddle up on the couch in pajamas in one big messy heap and turn on a movie (based on who wins rock-paper-scissors) with a mountain of sugary and salty and spicy snacks at your disposal.

The three of you trust each other completely, so deep conversations are occasional, but comfortable. Neither of them would judge you for crying or being anxious or anything, and vice versa. When you need a hug, they’re there for that, too.

It’s not rare for the three of you to share a bed, or even cuddle. Granted, it took some getting used to at first, but now none of you find it weird, and it’s comforting to have a 6 foot heated body pillow, especially during the winter.

You three have an insane amount of inside jokes, and you bicker like siblings. Anyone who doesn’t get it would probably be concerned how much you insult each other.

“Shut the fuck up Suguru, didn’t you used to swallow balls?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Satoru, aren’t you still a virgin??”

“Fuck you! Y/N, what the hell are you laughing at, didn’t your date flake on you the other day??”

“Suck my dick!”

And then you’ll go back to whatever you were doing before like it didn’t even happen.

Whenever you or Suguru need to go shopping, you usually ask Satoru to Cashapp you before you go. He pretends to put up a fight, but to a guy who sees $2,000 as pocket change, he really doesn’t care. Hell, take one of his cards, go nuts.

[angelparadox]

Kaz's heart goes out for Oliver. the moment he starts talking, the more Kaz is able to understand. they can relate... a lot. in fact, if there's anyone in the world that understands the pain that he's going through, it would probably be Kazimir. because, while he hasn't said so much himself, his boyfriend died in a very similar way---in that he'd been there when he died. Kaz had held him as he drew his last breath, too. it was the first and last time Kazimir had every allowed his powers to get out of control. he killed every single hunter within eighteen feet of them. the pain he'd felt had been unimaginable. holding him as he died...and then letting that emotion get the better of them... Kaz vowed never again.

they shake his head with a sigh. doesn't realize he's tearing up until a tear trickles down his face and they're wiping it away quickly to avoid it being seen. he misses Shane. he misses his boyfriend more than anything in the world. losing their parents was one thing---losing someone he actually spent a lot of time with was another thing. Kazimir never really knew their birth parents, so he couldn't feel much for their death other than a sense of longing. but with Shane? they felt everything.

so yeah, Kaz understands. he doesn't say any of that, but he understands.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs, placing a hand on Oliver's shoulder as an act of comfort. "i can imagine how hard that must have been." and as selfless as he's always been, they continue to comfort despite the obvious pain in his own heart. "but you should know... it wasn't your fault. there are things in this world you cannot control and fate is one of them."

Oliver picks up on the pain the conversation brings up for Kaz. Curious though he may be, he's not a conversational sadist; it's even worse to watch someone else feel uncomfortable than it is to feel that way himself, provided it isn't on purpose.

Given how he lets the conversation drop off, it seems obvious they don't feel like talking about it anymore. It's Oliver's turn to share, anyway; that's how these things are meant to work, isn't it? The bit about the shipwrecks, though true, is nothing compared to a dead boyfriend, and it's not as if Oliver doesn't have comparable material. Even if the thought of it makes him nauseous. He takes a moment to gather himself and pushes through.

"Y'know, I... I lost someone I loved, too." Unexpectedly, the confession feels good. "And I've dreamt about it. A lot, lately." He never brings him up, normally going as far as lying if asked about that time in his life to avoid having to relive it. He carries the memory of him like a weight in his chest as he travels through the world... It's a relief to be able to share a piece of the truth, if just for a moment. He keeps going.

"...I was there. When it happened. I mean, on the grounds, but..." But what? He thinks he probably ought to shut up, for both Kaz's sake and his own, but he doesn't take his own advice. "The last time we spoke, we had a big row. I s'pose I feel like- like it was my fault he died." He's got himself tearing up, pressurized emotions threatening to boil over. So much for safe middle-grounds and cautious abstraction.

[giveafike]

Hiii i love your dominic fike works :,) and i was wondering if you’d write a nsfw alphabet for ben shelton? preferably fem reader but if you think something else would work better then that’s cool too 🤞

TLDR: NSFW alphabet! I borrowed the format from other NSFW alphabets I've seen round here.

Warnings + Content Ahead: fem reader! NSFW, Minors DNI! There's a bit of everything in here, mentions of cum, light bondage, throatplay, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, thighriding, toys, moaning if that's anything to warn about - just read w caution if NSFW is a touchy subject! Nothing too crazy or wild here.

Azzie Notes ✚: !!! Bro, tell me why there’s actually no NSFW Ben content here?? And he’s literally so hot?? I was losing my mind during Laver Cup and now I’m losing it after seeing the sleeve on his left arm at Japan Open.

Anyways, this should go wo saying: all assumptions and guesses, girl idfk anything!!! I’m just daydreaming!! I hope I don’t repeat myself too much throughout this but erm..yeah! Enjoy!

P.S. IJBOL I'm writing this while watching Fils v Shelton rn pls im so unsrs. Do send in requests! I have a couple of ADORABLEEE ANON BEN REQS AND IM SCREAMINGGG send more, im so feral for a cute moment. The support and reception I got on my big old long Ben post has been so sweet, you all are so sweet bless u all 😽

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NSFW Alphabet - B.T.S.

A: aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I'd like to think Ben is very caring after sex, he acts first before he says anything. Things like asking if you're okay, if he was good for you, fetching some water for you, (carrying you if you can't walk after bc let's be honest here...you prob can’t walk after all that) ahem, ordering food and getting you comfy first - just a bunch of acts of service before he settles down and smothers you in kisses all over your face and shoulders and mumbling i-love-yous. He'd play with your hair with a lazy smile and smitten eyes and tell you that you're amazing and how much he cares for you and how he loves to show you just how much he loves you.

B: body part (their fave body part on their own body + fave body part on your body)

Ben knows he's handsome and he def knows what he's does to us lmao, but I think what he loves most on his own body would be his arms and his abs. Not only is it a testament to his hard work and dedication to tennis and training, but seeing how you'd react when you get a glimpse of his slick, sweaty abs halfway through a game would make him go feral. But what he loves even more is when you hold onto his bicep when you're out together, or how you dig your nails into his shoulders when he's deep in you.

If I'm being fr I think Ben is a "bit of everything" rather than an ass/boobs guy. If you are out in public, he has his arm thrown over your shoulder or tight at your waist, or you're holding onto his arm. In private, I think he loves you siting on his lap for movie nights, holding your hips while you ride him, palming your breasts when you're making out with him, tapping your ass when he walks by you, rubbing his hand over you thighs and planting soft kisses up and down your legs - like, he loves every inch of you all the time and BAD. He shows it so clearly with his deeds, he just can't keep his hands off of you. He sees you as nothing but perfect and worships you with his hands and lips.

C: cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think when you first experiment together, he wouldn't want to cum on your face, but instead would do it on your back after doggy or on your chest or your stomach, or finish off in your mouth - something about seeing you a bit messy and decorated in his cum would turn him on even after he came. But over time and with trust, he'd find himself obsessed with finishing in you. The feeling of you both reaching your climaxes together in full height would drive him crazy - knowing he was the only one able to fill you the way he does and having your mixed arousal pool out of you was just another realm of pleasure.

Ben would be a fan of having you ride his face until you couldn't handle it anymore. Something about his face being soaked with your cum while you moan and grind down on him over and over again, and then seeing you lie down beside him afterwards with half-lidded eyes and shivering after all that would be more than enough to get him off. Same sentiment for fingering too, he'd be so pleased seeing your arousal coating his fingers, like seeing just how worked up you are for him every time would be unbelievable to him each and every time.

D: dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ben's into car sex. But especially if you're going somewhere special. Something about dressing up for an event/date and getting his sexy partner into his sexy sports car would drive him wild with the idea of pulling you over to the driver seat and having you ride him right then and there.

I think he's also into you trying to take control or being a brat just so he can flip it around and put you in your place - especially with some spanking or teasing, making you beg for permission to cum - nothing extreme just enough to make you whimper and submit 🙂‍↕️.

E: experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't think Ben has tons of experience imo. He went to college for a bit but he's only 22 with a demanding schedule and doesn't seem to have much dating history either. I feel like he's too focused on himself, his family and friends and his career to be hooking up and going crazy with experimenting. In saying that, he definitely knows what he likes and needs and he can learn quick too.

F: favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think Ben would loveeee holding you in his strong arms as he fucks into you, it'd be so intimate and precious in his eyes, watching your face contort with every thrust and hearing your soft moans roll out right into his ear. He’d want you to keep your eyes locked on his but you’d keep rolling them back in pleasure. He’d love groping your ass or boobs while he held you like that. Ben would also be into doggy, like your face and arms pressed down on the mattress while he holds your hips or grips your hair, bundling it into a very messy ponytail and tugging when he feels himself getting close.

G: goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

We all know Ben's a silly, goofy guy so I believe he wouldn’t be opposed or unlikely to let out a few chuckles with you. It'd be something as silly as him struggling to unclasp your bra or him accidentally slipping out of you that would earn a few small giggles from the both of you. Or maybe you're both drunk and having giggly, sweet sex - just whispering affections, foreheads pressed together, unable to hold in your pure, raw love for each other. It wouldn't ever be out of malice or anything, it would just be how comfortable you two were with each other.

H: hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think Ben has it trimmed but not bare. He has a little happy trail down that's dark and curly so I imagine it to be the same below too.

I: intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I imagine him to be so intimate and loving. He wants to hear how good you feel, he'll make you talk to him, beg for him. He definitely mixes praise with degradation but on top of all, he loves calling you his - "my pretty slut", "my beautiful mess" , "my girl". He loves making you beg and plead for him, holds your chin and makes you look up at him and plead him to touch you over and over again before he finally gives in and gives his all. He definitely loves taking his time when he can, making sure he doesn’t skimp out on anything and make sure you can feel his pure love for you in every action.

He def would love to have a whole ambiance going; candles, fresh flowers, a bubble bath, fresh sheets, a new lingerie set for you, soft music playing, maybe even try to make a meal for you too and it wouldn't be for special days, sometimes it would be "just because". He loves to tell you that he loves you and would try his absolute best to show it too, through kisses and roaming hands all over your body and trying to make you feel like you're the only girl in the world, because to him you really are.

J: jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves you, just thinking about you lying in bed waiting for him would help him get off, thinking of your moans, your voice in bed begging and encouraging him, the way you look at him and hold onto him like he’s your rock; he'd be close to cumming off of the idea of you alone.

If you let him, he'd have a private album of photos and videos of you two together that he'd watch while he's on tour to help him get off, and of course he'd text you right after (sometimes with pictures of the mess he made too) telling you how much he loves and misses you, your touch and your body. If you had the time, he'd also call you while on tour and have phone sex, talking dirty to you and guiding you the entire time and watching how your face and breathy moans through the phone. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and masturbating together while away only meant that sex together would be even more intense and intimate when you reunite.

K: kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ben's huge (both height, strength and well ..size..) so seeing how you take him and how soft you look in comparison to him is a massive kink for him. That size kink of his drives him wild.

I can see light bondage or restraints as a kink too, pinning you down with his hands or using soft cloths to tie your hands together, maybe even covering your mouth or holding your throat for light breathplay at times too.

I think he'd lose it over being told how good he feels and being praised in that sense. Like I said before, he'd love mixing praise and degradation and showing you that you’re his girl, no one else's. He'd love getting you off more than anything as well.

L: location (favorite places to do the do)

In no particular order: his car, the bedroom, the living room, kitchen - hell, even the bathroom right by the sink - anywhere where he can have you all to himself for as long as possible.

I don't think he'd try anything super public, like in a changing room, but if you're both desperate and horny, maybe in a personal gym or locker room for a quickie every now and then but there will be a round 2 when you get back to your bedroom for sure.

M: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said, he loves you more than anything, literally anything you say or do would get him going. Say the word and Ben is yours and at your service.

Seeing you acting coy or feigning innocence when you’re purposefully turning him on (whether that’s by wearing his favourite sundresses or a new pair of lingerie he bought abroad, “accidentally” touching him through his pants, saying/texting something dirty in his ear while he’s supposed to be focused, list goes on) would arouse him too, especially since he gets to teach you a lesson.

N: no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I expect him to be the jealous type, he wouldn't want to share you with anyone or have anyone else invited for your intimate time together. He wouldn't want to hurt you or do anything you were uncomfortable with; he'd put you first in everything.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves to recieve, loves to give. When you're giving him head, he holds your hair back and wants to see your pretty eyes so badly, might allow you to play with your clit as you hollow out your cheeks for him. Gently asks you to try to take him all and loves hearing the lewd gagging noises as you try to deepthroat him when you hit the back of your throat. He loves having you suck his balls too or run your tongue over his tip and down the veins of his length. He genuinely sees stars when you're working away on him.

He loves to play with you when he gives you head. Teasing licks or humming as he eats you out just to send shivers down your spine. Uses his fingers and tongue to get you off. Once he's in a rhythm and is actually eating you out, he can't help but keep going which only makes you come undone over and over and over again. He thinks you’re delicious and loves watching you writhe for him and grip his curls.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

After tour, I think Ben would try to pace himself and make slow, deep love to you, once again trying to show you just how much he missed every single part and inch of you. Obviously, at a certain point, he'd lose his composure and his eagerness would get the better of him as he quickens his pace but he'd shower you with kisses while he does so.

After a frustrating game, he'd be fast and hold you close to him as he works at a relentless pace (nothing you wouldn't be able to handle, ofc). Lots of hair tugging, spanking, positions, marks and hickeys come with that too. He'd thank you and kiss you over your marks and hickeys after, gently massaging the skin he spanked and having lazy makeouts with you before you both find yourself falling asleep after all that.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies with Ben would be frequent as he just can't help himself! Sometimes in the mornings before practice, you'd have lazy, sloppy, sweet morning sex that always put you to sleep right after.

Maybe even in between practice and his actual games - where he'd bend you over the sofa or the kitchen table, even prop you up against the shower wall when he's supposed to be focusing on the game ahead of him - whatever or wherever it was, those quickies would have you moaning his name in no time, he knew just how to work you right.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I didn't want to mention the locker rooms or personal gyms in the quickie section because i was saving it for this hehe 😝. Ben wouldn't risk doing it if it meant someone would actually probably walk in, he'd only want to have sex with you if you were comfortable to and if it meant it would be uninterrupted.

I imagine Ben making you spread in front of him as you sit on a bench while he kneels to eat you out, covering your mouth or making you suck his fingers to stifle your noise, so you don't get caught.

I think if he was really into it, Ben might even go as far as to buying those remote control vibrators that he can control, just to watch you squirm for him in the stands during his matches or while you were out together for some errands. He'd only take it as far as you wanted to go, though ofc.

s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Well, I just watched Ben battle Fils for 3 hours straight at the Japan Open while getting his leg hurt - I think he's got plenty of stamina so long as you can take it. He'd always ask for "one more?" in the sweetest softest voice, especially after you spent time away from each other.

t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He'd love seeing how you squirm with vibrators and try buy cutesy toys like fluffy cuffs or a small pink handheld vibrator for you to use while on tour (and to use while on video call with him). I don't think Ben would know much about toys for himself, but if you brought the idea up, he'd try anything for you.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

LOVES to make you beg for just how much you want him. "Say please", "what do you want exactly? Use your words baby, I know you can", "You want more? beg for it", "look at me with those pretty eyes and ask. me. again". And he'd work you up so much, just to say no and watch you pout and beg even more. Ben loves to be in charge and on top, knowing you were in the palm of his hand (when really, he was wrapped around your finger).

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud, he groans and grunts in your ear and lets out a few gasps and curse words out alongside his mix of praise and degradation and i-love-yous. He's vocal with telling you what he wants or needs more of, what feels good and how you feel.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves, loves, LOVES you riding his thigh. He'll casually ask you to sit on his lap and watch a movie and both of you knew full well what was going to go down. Loves feeling you grinding desperately against his thigh and seeing you become a mess for a bit of friction. (I'm in the midst of writing smth about thigh riding just u wait 🤭)

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

If a picture paints a thousand words, look at the pics I've attached and look REAL close. He's called Big Ben for a reason babe.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is only on full blast for you. He's constantly hungry for more of you, can't get enough. Like I said, he's whipped for you.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would hold you tight, make sure you're not hungry or thirsty or uncomfortable before you went to sleep. If something upset you, he'd make sure he understood and talked it out so he wouldn't ever do it again, you're his main priority in everything. If you were sore after, he'd apologise smiling (his ego and pride obv through the roof) and gently massage your thighs and hips, planting soft kisses on your forehead.

He'd hold you til you fell asleep and then he'd fall asleep almost immediately after, knowing you were happy and loved in his arms.

and now we go and pray after all this 🧎‍♀️😽

[noemilivv]

could we get a husk x reader in which charlie’s cat leaves some catnip around husk and it kinda jst drives him crazy bc uh catnip

yeah ofc!! also i’m sorry if the formatting is lazy, i’ve spent all day pushing out like 3 fics per hour so i’m exhausted haha

Husk w/ Catnip

Husk is a bit all over the place when he has or is around catnip, but he’s pretty chill so it’s not TOO bad, he tries to not be around anyone so no one can see him so unsettled

He’s very frantic, fidgety, and paranoid. He’s a hyper-anxious mess and he literally can’t stop moving.

He’s constantly tapping a claw on the bar table as he works, pacing his room, etc…

He ends up working himself up so much he falls asleep while on the job

You do end up having to carry him to bed haha, but you love him, cat tendencies and all :p

[jadewingedspear]

In which Xiao goes feral over your natural scent

Warnings: dom! Xiao, ooc Xiao, reader is afab, use of ‘pussy’, ‘clit’, etc. Cunnilingus. Slight coercion. Sorta gross bc reader hasn’t showered lol…sorry. Porn without plot. Not proofread. Lots of stuttering. Coming from someone who hasn’t written a fic in years.

18+ only

On mobile so please tell me if the format is odd!

You opened your eyes upon feeling a heavy weight nudging against your thighs. Rousing fully from your sleep, you looked around to find the pillow next to you empty. Looking down, however, you found your beloved yaksha curled up, head on your lap, his ankles entwined with your own.

“Good morning Xiao.” you yawned, stretching your arms high in the air with a grunt. “Will you let me up? I need to shower.” With that, you made a move to sit up.

“N-No!” Xiao protested, quickly throwing his body over your lower half. His arms squeezed your sides as he mumbled out, “I, I need you…” and quickly face-planted your midriff to hide his face. If you weren't lazy and skipped your shower last night, you’d be more than happy to participate in some morning activities. With a fond smile, you brought your hand to rest on his head, gently stroking through some of the strands. “Xiao, once I’ve showered and freshened up, I’m all yours.”

“You don’t get it.” Xiao sternly states, squeezing you harder.

“Please explain.” You let out a slight groan, wiggling in his grasp. Xiao wasn’t going to let go of you any time soon. He doesn’t say a word, but he does manoeuver so he’s hovering on all fours above your lower half, before lying flat on his tummy. He hooks his arms under both of your thighs, palms resting on the soft fat on the top of them. With ease, he pulls your whole body down to meet his face, his nose pressing right up against your clothed pussy. He inhales deeply. “Y-you smell so good…so musty.” Another inhale.You squeak in surprise, your face reaching record breaking temperatures. “Xia-Xiao!” You make a feeble attempt to push his head away, but Xiao persists. “You’re embarrassing me!”

Xiao shoots you a glance before hooking his fingers into the side of your sleeping shorts, pulling them down to your knees. He looks to the side, a small sense of shame suddenly waving over him. “I… I like it.” Xiao turns his head to look at you. “Please let me have you. I like it.” A light blush dusts his nose and cheeks. You chew your bottom lip, tucking your chin into your chest in an attempt to close in on yourself.

“O-okay…” You trail off. “But I’m showering right after!”

Xiao doesn’t acknowledge before he dives down, mouthing your underwear over your pussy. “Mmm… so good.”

Feeling his tongue prodding your clit through your underwear was enough to elicit a gasp from your mouth, and you couldn’t help but rest your head back on the pillow to let Xiao continue his administrations. You still felt wrong about this, disgusting, even. However, there was no denying a starved man’s request.

Xiao lifts his head up, finally pulling your underwear down. He pushes himself onto his heels and takes off both your underwear and shorts off your ankles, tossing them into a pile on the floor. Swiftly, he pins your left thigh to the mattress, “keep your right leg on the bed.” he orders. With a gulp, you oblige, legs spread and pussy on display. With his left hand, he caresses your folds delicately before using a thumb and forefinger to spread them. Your hole leaks some juices, traveling down to your ass. A tongue pokes out to coat Xiao’s lips in his saliva. Without another word, he leans down to circle your clit in his mouth, sucking gently. A loud moan is ripped from your throat, back arching. Feeling his wet muscle directly on you after his previous teasing felt amazing, sending shocks up your body. Xiao switches from sucking to licking, back to sucking. Some of the noises were sinful, but, well… you were past that worry.

“Your clit is nice and big,” Xiao whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to it. He sucks some more, before licking a long stripe from your hole up your folds and to your clit, circling the bud with his tongue. You grab a fistful of his hair, pushing his head desperately to you, as if he could get any closer. Xiao groans at the action, letting the flat of his tongue wash over your entire sex, collecting any juices. “So good.” He moans out. More moans escape your lips, but are soon cut off when Xiao sits up. He looks you in the eyes with a stern look on his face. “Flip over.” Your heart skips a beat at him looking down on you, his eyes darkening, but you can detect the hunger in them. You follow his request, rolling over onto your tummy, hugging your pillow to your face.

Xiao places his hands under your hips and lifts your bum in the air. Your chest is still pressed into the bed, but your knees are supporting your weight. The yaksha kneads the globes of your ass cheeks before spreading them apart. The heat returns to your cheeks once again, “Xiao…” You whine, but another gasp escapes you when he, again, dives down so his tongue can assault your wet pussy once again. He slurps and licks and sucks, neglecting nothing. Your clit, hole and folds all get the attention they deserve while he continues to squeeze and pinch your ass.

Your stomach begins to curl with that familiar feeling, the need to release becoming stronger and stronger. “Xiao, please, I’m gonna…” You can’t finish your sentence. Xiao moans into your pussy, his tongue and lips working harder to bring you to the edge. Your toes curl and you grip your pillow closer, and that coil in you finally snaps. “Xiao!” You call, your body lurching forward, away from Xiao before oversensitivity hits you. Xiao’s hands tighten their grip on you, pulling you back to him so he can lick up any juices and cream you released around his mouth with a low groan. “Xia-Xiao, please…” You beg breathlessly, chest heaving.

With some reluctance, Xiao pulls away, allowing you to let your body lay flat on the bed. With trembling arms, you push yourself into a sitting position facing your beloved. He sits on his knees, his nose, lips and chin glistening with your release. His eyes are lidded, full of lust but also satisfaction. He, too, is breathless, chest moving at a rapid pace as he collects himself. Your eyes trail downwards, to his pants, where his cock proudly produces a tent, a wet patch on top.

[chuuyasheaven]

Bsd men when you ride them !!

Summary: Like the title says! Context; would they praise or degrade you?

Warnings: sub!afab!Reader, dom!charcters (this is a various post btw!), praising kink, degrading kink, petnames, dicc riding (duh), clit rubbing, overstimulation (probably idk), dirty talk, rushed, teasing, might have typos, finally added Fukuzawa, lazy, extremely short, felt silly /j, etc.

Format: various!character hdc thingy!

Notes: WRITERS BLOCK GOT ME. BUT IM HERE TO DELIVER BCS I LOVE YOU GUYS!! ENJOY MY CHILDREN!

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”, he said, looking at you bouncing on his cock repeatedly. This just encouraged you to keep going, just how he loved it. All his praise kept you wet for him.

“You love it when i praise you, don’t you, darling?”, he asked with a lovely smirk. Soon he felt your walls hug his dick, sensing you were getting closer now.

His hand grabbed your chin to plant a kiss on your soft lips.

“I-I’m close..”, you whimpered, feeling your high approach you.

“Then let’s cum t-together, angel..”

Ranpo, Atsushi, KUNIKIDA, Dazai, CHUUYA, Fukuzawa, etc!

“Why are you so quiet, usually you’re moaning like a slut?”, as you kept on riding him, you let out few whimpers, guess he didn’t like that.

He was degrading you almost all the time, but you loved it anyway.

You were still riding him, but then you suddenly felt his thumb rub your clit. This was enough to make you start moaning again.

“Aw, you like when i do this? Well, what if i stopped?”, just as he said, he just stopped adding pleasure.

But you were getting so close!

“N-no, please..don’t stop!”, you whined, he just smirked evilly.

“Oh? If you want me to keep going, then beg like the needy whore you are.”, why was he so mean?

“P-please..keep going, i need this s’bad!”

And just like said, he continued to rub your pretty clit!

You got closer by each rub and bounce, he was too, of course.

“Who’s making you feel so good? Who’s little slut are you, hm?”

Fyodor, Nikolai, DAZAI, Akutagawa, CHUUYA, etc!

( YES CHUUYA AND DAZAI ARE BOTH BCS I SAID SO‼️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️)

[supermarketbae]

Warnings:Smut smutty smut 18+, oral (fem receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, reader almost is caught but not really, Billy being an absolute dick, jealousy, swearing, and pet names. Tell me if I missed something wooo! First Billy Hargrove fic! Not proofread or formatted bc I’m a lazy ass bitch

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Your mom didn’t know you were dating Billy Hargrove aka the new King of Hawkins. That’s how it started. When she would work late shifts she would rarely be home after you got back from school, Billy didn’t mind showing off your relationship to Hawkins high, But to your very conservative parents? That was a different story. It was only convenient to be at your house after school. Billy didn’t want to bring you near his father and your place being technically ‘free of parents’ solved that.

“You look edible” comes Billy’s smirking drawl making you look up from your school books set on the kitchen table “I do?” You ask, corners of your lips turned up hoping to play into his hands. “Would you like me to show you?” He grins wolfishly, tongue sliding quickly across his incisors. Mirroring his grin you nod cheekily, shivering when he ghosts his lips over yours. “I’d love it.” You whisper back, smiling as he pulls your chair out settling by your thighs. His larger callused hands rubbing circles into them. You tilt your head back when he slips your jeans off and presses a heated kiss to the inside of your upper thigh. “Awh darlin’ what’s gotten you all worked up like this?” Billy teases, desire evident in his blown pupils. “Just make me cum, Hargrove.”

You bite back a moan as he chuckles darkly, removing your panties with his teeth. “Like this baby?” He licks a strip of your core tongue stopping at the edge of your throbbing clit. “Billy please!” You whine as he smiles toothily. “Or like this.” He puts is index finger inside of you quickly finding your g-spot. You let out a small moan. “Please just fuck me.” You whine slightly louder “There we go, it wasn’t that hard to ask me nicely was it?” You let out a groan as he starts to suck bringing his index and middle finger to trace circles around your hole.

“Billy-ah-please- fucking hell~” you moan softly to the blonde who again chuckles pulling you closer to his mouth a small trail of drool in the corner of his lips. His eyes were pure pupil now. The blue of his iris completely hidden. A raw and animalistic grunt comes from Billy as you tighten around his tongue as he slips it inside of you, his fingers coming to do small figure 8’s at your clit. You’re starting to buck up into him moaning his name loudly, the way he likes when you hear your garage door opening. You jump. “Shit-baby wait!” hearing the slight fear in your voice Billy looks up just in time for you to shove him under the table. “What the actual fu-”

The door opens to reveal your mother arm filled with groceries she sets on the table “Oh! Hello honey.” She smiles at you warmly and you try your best to shift the tablecloth shielding Billy from view. “Hello mama” you smile back in what you hope is the same warmth and not fear. “I’m almost late for my job but I’ll spend a few minutes putting away these grocerie-” “I’ll do it for you!” You say maybe a bit to loudly. “Thank you sweetie!” Your mother smiles at you and you hope she’ll leave sooner without an excuse to stay for longer.

Unfortunately your wish isn’t granted. You feel Billy’s hand on your bare thigh scooting up. You try bouncing your leg to get him to stop but he grabs your calf, getting you to fall into silence when he presses a kiss onto you. “So,” your mother says making you jump then glow furiously red “I heard there is a school dance coming up.” Your mother was notorious for trying to set you up with various boys she thought would be good “dates” for you. And this halloweens dance wasn’t different. You planned on saying you were going with friends, but meeting up with Billy there. You hear Billy growl softly beneath you, possessiveness already evident.

Your blushed cheeks darken, clearly sensing where this is going. “You should ask that Harrington boy,” your mother prods “he seems very nice. I was talking to him today and he said he would take you.” Your about to chide her for asking when Billy’s teeth graze your thigh then sink down. It takes you biting your lip to keep in the breathy moan fighting to come out of you. “If you ask me,” your mother continues, oblivious to your flustered state when Billy presses a long kiss up against your clothed cunt. “That boy is smitten with you, he always asks me how your doing when I go into the family video” “oh I-um didn’t know-” you gasp as Billy drags your panties down once more “Something wrong?” Your mom asks looking at you in concern. “Not at all.” You grit back as Billy’s tongue languidly circles your entrance. “So? Will you take him?” Your mother interrogates “I-um-hnghh- maybe” a harsh suckle on your clit indicated that if you said yes, Billy would make your life which already was living hell, way worse.

Your mother sighs “Whatever you do, do NOT humor that Hargrove kid, he doesn’t have good intentions at heart.” You squeak as she mentions your boyfriends name. You feel Billy laugh softly into your pussy. The vibrations making your mouth water. “Wh-whatever do you mean? h-he’s always been sweet to me.” You try to deflect this question “Oh I’ve seen the way you look at him sweetie, I understand he’s a handsome boy… I just worry” your mom continues and you struggle to get a full breath when Billy gives an appreciative lick to your clit.

“I’ll be sure to think about that.” you say “good. Oh look at the time I better be off” you tense as she comes over and hugs you, “b-bye mama!” You struggle to say as she closes the door behind her. You then breathe a sigh of relief “YOU ABSOLUTE FUCK!” you yell at Billy who has scooted back out from under the table and is looking up at you, fake innocence in his eyes. “Oops. Rather me stop?” He drawls smirking when you vigorously shake your head “I told you to make me cum.” you start to giggle but it quickly turns into a moan as he begins to attack your pussy harshly again.

You grab Billy’s hair pulling him closer to you as you begin to fall apart. You hear him groan loudly as you do “all fucking mine got it?” He bites looking up at you. “Not fucking Harrington’s, not any other bastard at that fucking school.” You let out a mewl as he bites down into you “fuckin’ say it” he grunts out voice slightly muffled by your plush walls. “A-all yours-fuck yes- All fucking yours Billy- please.” You whimper to him as his strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you even closer. “Atta girl” he mouths as you grind into him. “You taste so fuckin good sweetheart.” He murmurs into your dripping core “such a good fucking girl”

Your body contorts with pleasure at this hips arching into his mouth, Billy’s arms the only thing keeping you in the chair. “Wanna cum- oh fucking shit-Billy please!!” You cry out as you feel the winding cord of want start to snap deep in your belly “do it. Cum on my tongue. Wanna taste you” Billy orders. Your vision blurs for a moment and you let out the most pornographic moan. One you can’t even tell you made the sound. Your body is quaking with pleasure, simply scorching. And when Billy comes up face dripping from what was apparently you squirting. You ignite. A second small tremor rocks your body.

“Holy fucking shit” Billy moans at your open mouthed stare. Eyes still darkened from his actions. “Keep that up and I’m gonna bend you over the fucking counter.” You whine at the thought but manage to choke out “bet.” You both burst out laughing as Billy’s form wraps around yours enveloping you in a tight hug. “Love you” you mumble as he begins to kiss your collarbone softly “what was that??”

“You fucking heard me Hargrove.”

Billy was such a dick. But he was in love with you too.

[erumai-maadu]

YOU KNOW WHAT I just read your post about the Kohona 12 hc and one thing I gotta mention: TEAM 10 AND TEAM 8 BEING BUDDIES YES PLZ THIS IS SO IMPORTANTE!!! Not just bc of their senses dating (which is also a factor) but-- Team 10 is an intel-gathering team, Team 8 is tracking and capturing, CAN YOU IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES????

These two teams would have been the BEASTS of the spy network. Ibiki is desperately trying to convince everyone to join the Anbu squad. The biggest hurdle is Hinata being a Hyuga (her eyes can get stolen) and Shikamaru (he's just lazy).

Ino makes sure everyone looks polished. They're gonna learn what you had for breakfast 12 years ago, hunt you down and drag you back (dead or alive), looking like models whilst doing it ✨

(i'm so normal about this, I totally don't think about them all the time)

YOUR BRAIN >>>>>>>>>

every day Ibiki goes to Asuma and Kurenai and is like “please make ur kids join ANBU in the future pls i’m begging u” and their kids r all like haha no thanks. hinata is like “maybe” for one second and her uncle is immediately like NOT THE BYAKUGAN. ibiki is so sad. he just wants some good spies. he’s trying his best.

anyway some random side thoughts i have about them.

In the part 1 anime filler Shikamaru does call on Shino and Neji for tracking a lot. I guess because Hinata’s a girl and they can’t let her do anything ever :/ truly bizarre. there’s literally a filler episode where Hinata goes “I can see paper bombs all over the village!” and everyone immediately turns to Neji and doesn’t do anything until Neji confirms it. i hate this show.

doyalist sexism aside, Shikamaru heavily relies on Shino and the Byakugan’s sensory abilities to formulate his plans and so I think he very quickly grows used to having team 8 with him when Tsunade lets him form a squad. It helps that they spend a lot of time together (thank you senseis dating) and I’m sure that aside from his own squad, they’re the ones he relies on most.

Choji and Kiba are probably the front line fighters, with Shino and Ino backing them up and Shikamaru at mid-range advising/strategizing. Hinata probably pulls double duty as their long-range sensor and a close range fighter/flanker when things get hairy.

everyone on both teams gets along well but it’s a struggle to get Kiba and Choji to get along at first. Kiba is a bit of an asshole (understatement) and Choji isn’t a huge fan of how aggressive Kiba is. Kiba, for some fucking reason, just canonically doesn’t like Choji when they’re younger. I’m sure there were a lot of fights and a lot of insults thrown around before Shikamaru and Ino got them to sit down and shut up.

Ino tries her best to keep the squad polished but it doesn’t work so well when they’re younger lmao. When they’re older tho…. most fabulous and on point squad out there. your other faves could never.

kiba the leather jacket wearing hottie, ino ‘every outfit i wear has been on point since age 12’ yamanaka, choji who is canonically referred to as the most handsome chubby guy in the leaf (insane statement but still), shikamaru who somehow serves while wearing the standard chunin uniform, shino’s mysteriousness inherently makes him hot, and hinata with her silky hyuuga hair and flawless skin

their formations are tight, their teamwork is seamless, their communication is solid, and they look good while doing it all. ibiki is in a corner crying. he wants them to come work for him so bad.

[jatsaro]

Pirates of Etheria Masterpost 🏴‍☠️✨

(aka the AU where i venture to ask the brave question of “what if i shoved SPoP and PotC into a blender and made it my whole entire personality and never shut up about it?”)

probably gonna use this post as a place to link comic updates and other silly little thoughts about it but if you’ve seen me be insufferable abt my Blorbos on Twitter you are more than welcome to see me struggle with uploading it all over again, and if you’re new you’re welcome to stick around for the Pirate Agenda wooo >:3c

FAQ i just made up on the spot:

What is PoE/What’s it about? —It stands for Pirates of Etheria, which is a play on the Pirates of the Caribbean title,,, i am not very good at titles but i was too lazy to change it so that’s what we’re sticking with atm, but basically i like SPoP and i like PotC and my brain said teehee and combined them and i have never recovered from that high, it’s self-explanatory this is just what if lesbian pirates,,, i am a clown of simple taste

Where can I read it?—it’s in comic format bc i woke up one day and chose to torture myself! so it’s still very much a work in progress but the first chapter is gonna be uploaded and linked and so is the second, which is halfway up on my twitter and will be here as well as soon as it’s finished :]

Is there an age rating/any content warnings I should know about?—My plans for PoE is for it to mostly stick along both the plotlines and the maturity rating for PotC, which is generally inclusive of some PG-13 content (not recommended for children due to suggestive scenes, violence, you get the gist). Each chapter will include a content warning for any sensitive content, though generally speaking i’d wager it will be a relatively SFW read :^]

When will you finish it?—bro i am just doing this for The Vibes idk i’m rly slow

So is it a crossover or just a pirate AU, or…?— ……yes (longer answer: it's not really a crossover AU in that you won't be seeing PotC characters gallivanting around and interacting with the SPoP crew, but there are elements from both sides of the source material that form the plotline for this one, as well as references/maybe the occasional Easter Egg,,, but yeah it's kinda just a mix!)

Why is [insert page(s)] in [language other than English]?—1) bc i'm super cool and bilingual and Latine, therefore a Latine Catra (and a couple of other characters) Truther >:^} and 2) bc it's my AU and i'm being entirely self-indulgent mostly

[moriartyluver]

Hi hi🤭 can I request something where Liam’s noble wife passes out and he takes her to the doctors and after the doctor confirms she’s okay he than says “don’t worry the baby is also okay” and Liam and reader are just shocked because they didn’t know she’s pregnant😋

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Prompt: above bc I’m too lazy to write it out^^

Format: oneshot

Genre: comedy

Warnings: pregnancy, female/ afab reader, reader is William’s wife & a noblewoman. Generally quite alright apart from a suggestive joke made.

“(Name)!” A usually calm, but now panicked voice called out to you before you fell into your lover’s arms.

Your vision went black and the next time your eyes had opened, you were in your bedroom.

Your eyes fluttered open to see your husband beside you, holding your hand as he sat on the side of your bed, drawing circles and hearts on the back of your hand with his thumb as he waited for you to awaken.

Noticing your gaze falling on him, he smiled softly at you, kissing the back of your hand as he told you of how worried he was for you.

“Have you been eating alright or drinking enough water? It’s unlike you to have any health issues that could have resulted in such an outcome..” he said as he helped you sit up on the bed, propping you back up with a pillow and giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

“I’m fine..really, love” you reassured as you held his hands in yours “I must have just been tired..that’s all..”

You paused for a while, looking at his melancholic expression. He was usually unreadable, even to you sometimes, but now he seemed to have a mix of both relief and worry painting his pretty features.

“What happened after I fell unconscious, liam?” You asked him gently “I hope I don’t cause you too much trouble..”

“You were unconscious for quite some time..about 4 hours or so,” he said, rubbing his eye. He was tired but sat by your side anyways. “You seemed rather ill so Louis went to fetch the doctor for you while I had Moran help bring you up here. He gave you a quick checkup while you were asleep, and he’s outside now, so we shall wait for the results until he returns.”

“I see..thank you, I really mean it, my dear..” you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, which began to grow pink shortly after. You chuckled as you watched him cough to avoid seeming too flustered.

This affectionate moment between the two of you was cut short though as a man, who you assumed to be the doctor, entered your room.

“Ah,” he said as he noticed you sat up with a smile in bed “it appears you’re awake, lady (name).”

“-I’m really sorry for any trouble I caused, doctor..I’m really grateful for your services,” you told the older male who gave you a kind smile in response.

“Based on the basic check-ups that I carried out, you’ll be fine..just make sure to maintain a healthy and balanced diet, as-well as resting once in a while.” He said as he looked through some pages of his reports “it must be quite difficult to be the only woman in the manor..”

You laughed politely at his comment while liam continued to fidget with your hand. The doctor was packing his equipment away before opening his mouth to speak again.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” he said as he shut his briefcase “the baby is fine too. Congratulations by the way.”

Both your (eye colour) eyes and your husband’s red ones widened.

“The..the baby..?” You asked. Surely he was mistaken.

“Yes, the baby,” the doctor repeated. He realises based off yours and William’s shocked expressions that you hadn’t known this. “My apologies, did you not know?”

You both shook your heads.

“Well then I suppose that makes me the bearer of good news. Congratulations once again. You both seem like you will be wonderful parents.” He smiled as he left, mentioning something regarding being there to help with anything to do with the pregnancy if necessary before he shut the door.

You and your husband both sat there in silence for a few minutes. That explained the nausea and bloating you were feeling recently, as-well as the sudden hair growth and increase in curvature. You both were adults anyway, sleeping with each other on a regular basis with no form of protection so it wasn’t a completely unrealistic possibility.

“We’re going to be parents..” you both whispered in unison.

The footsteps of your friends and brothers in law could be heard faintly as they walked towards the door of your bedroom.

Your expressions of surprise quickly shifted into ones of joy. You pulled your husband into your arms as you squealed in excitement and hugged him as he hovered over you, careful to not cause you any harm. He kissed your lips, cheeks, forehead and about anywhere else he could reach as he showered you in affection, whispering ‘I love you’ s between kisses whilst you laughed and smiled until your cheeks hurt.

After a few moments of laughter and kisses and soft touches between lovers, Louis, Moran , Fred and Albert had all come into the room to check up on the two of you, anxious to hear about your well-being.

“What did the doctor say?” Louis asked as he entered the room, watching as his brother moved himself away from you and back to your side.

You grinned like an idiot, unable to contain your happiness. “He said I’m fine,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek but eventually giving in and laughing as the other men, apart from your husband, looked at you in surprise

Your husband chimed in with an uncharacteristically soft (although not to you) expression

“he also said the baby will be fine too.”

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Mini Moodboard Project Thing

Aka Broken Computer Giveaway 2.0 (for any of you who’ve been here that long), since my computer is broken, more or less the only edits that I can make are moodboards (maybe my old archive posters, still figuring that one out!) so I’m doing a little baby project/giveaway with that

(I will be finishing the LOA crossover & surprise gifts as soon as I have my laptop back, don’t worry! But since I feel bad for leaving people hanging in the meantime, this felt like a relatively easy way to make it up to everyone 💜)

Part 1 – send me any of my ocs that you want to see more of and I’ll make a moodboard for them

Part 2 – send me a crossover and I’ll make a moodboard for them

Rules (specifically for crossovers)

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Submit the following information:

Your OC’s Name

Your OC’s Faceclaim

My OC

What kind of dynamic (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

No complicated post or long list of rules bc I’m too lazy to format that not on my laptop, most of my ocs are on my masterlists (sadly I haven’t finished updating them 😭) and most of the rest can be found in my plot bunny & new oc tags

There is no deadline because I don’t know when my computer will be fixed. Once I have it back, I’ll post a 24 hours notice to submit any final requests (+ if I do manage to be able to do archive posters, that’ll get its own post!)

( tagging some of the besties but this is by no means exclusive! @the-witching-ash @vexilexicon @ocmerunaway @manyfandomocs @darknightfrombeyond @ginevrastilinski-ocs @megdonnellys @cecexwrites )