#nonnies ✉️

[uchihaxitachi]

The way your Itachi jumped from pookster pookie king of the pookie nation girl dad to dangerous yandere is scary 🫥🫥

lmfaooooooo 😭

[cinhomi]

It’s 🎀 again so hear me out ok!.Dilf!Felix wo is your friend’s dad….

(That’s all I’m saying)

WOAH WOAH WOAH my cutie coquette anon I'm on my knees for you this is beautiful (sorry for the long wait love, hope I'll be forgiven with this one)

edit: I went pretty wild with this so uhm...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age difference, cheating, breeding kink, degradation

okay but, let's figure out his appereance first yeah? he aged like fine wine. not a wrinkle in sight, maybe just the ones around his eyes and mouth, he doesn't bleach his hair anymore so they are now dark, but no grey accents are in sight. a faint trace of beard makes his chin appear a bit rough, his freckles are darker and doubled over his body, after so many summers spent on the beach - where he had sex more often than his own bed.

so you see this handsome man with a black turtleneck, elegant pants with a leather belt, gold accents around him: a thin necklace, the buckle of the belt, his ring. he comes in the kitchen where you and your friend are revising stuff for an upcoming presentation... you haven't known her for too long, so it's the first time you're at her house. and it's the first time you see her dad. and you also can't help but close your thighs together when your eyes linger a bit too much on his figure.

"hi sweetheart, are you perhaps the girl my sunshine always talks about?" oh, oh... his voice is deep... it's so unexpected, it makes your chest throb from the sound, and also from the way he looks at you.

and really, it's inevitable. you're such a gorgeous young girl, smart, witty, so sweet around him... your friend finds it weird that you're so interested in her dad, always asking her about him, batting your eyelashes at him when you're in the same room. but when you have dinner together he sists across from his wife, so, well, the spot beside him is the only one available, and he also can't help but nudge his elbow with yours when he compliments you, and he can't stop his hands from caressing your legs under the table. you don't say anything about it, so he figures that it's okay.

and, to be honest, you wouldn't expect it from Felix, but he's growing tired of his marriage. he's bored. he's always been loyal, devoted, he always worshipped the ground his wife walked on, but she's not the same anymore and now it's just them exchanging few words during the day and sleeping far apart on the same bed. anyone outside the four walls of his house would say they're still the perfect couple, but a little peak inside would make the last remains of their marriage collapse. that's why they don't talk about it. and, they also don't want to make their daughter worry, even if she's old enough to understand.

but when you enter their lives... it's so over for him. he should feel bad that his cock gets rock hard when he thinks about you, so much younger than him, his daughter's new friend, but in reality he's even more excited at the idea of it all. he does ask himself if with age he got to develop weird fantasies and if there's something wrong with his brain, but when you act like an innocent sweet deer in front of him, there are only images of him ruining you forever in his brain. maybe it's the thrill of the age difference, a little corruption kink, the fact that it's wrong and taboo.

so you play a little game and have to much fun with it. you flirt in front of everyone and they see it as something cute, not twisted and contorted like you two intend. you wearing your most accentuating colthes is just a coincidence. he starts to wear sweats and not underwear at home, but it's also a coincidence. it's also a coincidence that when you friend and her mother go out together you find yourself at her house and her father is also there!

"don't you feel like a little slut? huh? fucking your friend's father- fuck this little pussy..." he mumbles as he's deep inside you. as soon as you arrived he was all over you, caressing, kissing, licking. he felt the fabric of your pants under his palms, and then he slowly took off your skimpy clothes. Felix, he took you to his bedroom, where he usually sleeps with his wife... and if it didn't make you wetter than the Pacific Ocean you'd be lying.

he made you lay down, spread your legs, took his index and middle finger to close around your clit and looked at you writhing on top of the already messy sheets. he got all over yous chest, biting your tender flesh, feeling your firm breasts and looked at them, hypnotized by your pretty nipples and their shape. ah, he forgot how a woman could be so beautiful and magic...

Felix fingered you. nice and slow, because he wanted to collect your juices first of all, and he wanted to have them straight from the source. so he also ate you out. and he fucking moaned while doing so. "you taste- taste heavenly sweetheart, oh my god. oh my- you're so much better than my wife-" and after his words he finds himself squished between your thighs. he doesn't mind.

and when he breached your cunt with his cock, oh, he threw his head back. his grip on your sides getting harder and his thrusts powerful. he looks at you in adoration as he watches you bite your hands to be quiet, hiding your jiggling tits, squirming with your legs around him.

his adam apple is prominent, you see it move as he swallows. his lips part and low desperate grunts leave from them increasing together with his speed. "good girl, fuck- fuck you're such a good girl..." and he says that because you're letting him use you however he wants. a hand suddenly caresses your cheek, just to travel down to your lips, your neck, your cleavage, until his leverage is by holding a breast and your side. but Felix also flips you so that your face is squished between the cushions decorating the bed. he hovers over you and makes his pelvis slap against you, lost in the feeling of your walls sucking him in, making him hiss and almost protest from how much it feels good. he's about to pull out when you whine and plea him to cum inside. oh, he must have such a huge load in store...

but at the request electricity gets through his whole body and he spasms in shock. this time he isn't in the right mind to question his fantasies.

"what if I knock you up sweetie? huh? wouldn't that be a biiig mess pretty girl?" and your cunt clenches again, and again, and again, it seems like you want to milk him, forcefully make him spill inside. "you're such a filthy whore, god the sweet ones always turn out to be the dirtiest..." and he knows because, well, of course he had girls all over him before marrying.

he does, in fact, end up cumming inside you. and he gets you with your calfs on his shoulders again, to try taste the mix of the two of you. Felix, poor man... he gets so addicted to you, he doesn't wait to be alone with you and takes you even with his daughter and his wife still in the house.

"shhh- sh sh pretty, you don't want them to hear you hm? or else everyone will know how disgusting you are, 'kay?"

[meiieiri]

there's a song that reminds me so much of harmony in the twilight hour... big star by lorde 🥹 i've always loved it but i love it even more now that i've read your story. ilysm !!

help this song was so good, im literally sitting in the laboratory i’m working at with literal tears in my eyes 😭 thank you for this nonnie ! 🥹 and i especially love the lines bc it’s so perfect for tojiyn’s tragic tale (and the fact that mc died in winter! 😭😭😭):

“but every perfect summer’s gotta take its flight, i’ll still watch you run through the winter light.”

—

i could just imagine toji going back to that port they used to go to in yokohama, a year after the mc’s death. he does everything he wanted to do with the mc when he still believed she’d get better: he’ll stroll down that boardwalk, he’ll buy two ice cream sandwiches (one for him, and one for you), he’ll ride the ferris wheel because the harbor recently opened a small amusement park, and he’ll watch the open sea wondering if you were right there next to him in spirit as the car reaches the top.

of course, he’ll take lots of pictures. that’s what you would have wanted, after all.

and by day’s end, toji will retrieve your ashes from the car and he’ll sit on the edge of the harbor’s boardwalk, your urn next to him as he tells you what he’s been up to this past year — how he went to your second honeymoon alone, the one you never got to go to, because you would have wanted that for him, how he kept everything in your home the way it is, how he took in that stray cat he always used to catch you feeding even when you were wheelchair-ridden as you neared the end of your life — he tells you everything, picturing your head thrown back in joyful laughter when he forces himself to crack jokes every now and then.

as the last sliver of daylight appears on the horizon, he knows it’s time, so he picks up your urn, sliding the lid open. he takes a deep breath then he ultimately casts your ashes into the sea as per your final wishes. he tearfully watches the wind pick up what remains of the love of his life, the same breeze gently settling you down onto your bed of sapphire waves.

he never remarries.

[suntoru]

Heya! Happy new years! Hope your new years is starting off great so far! I was wondering if you did a part 2 of that Shoto x Reader where Momo was harassing us and framed us on being mean to her. Feel free to ignore this! Drink plenty of water and eat though!

hi cutie!! happy new year to u too :) so the thing is. i haven’t written for mha in like. a full year. 😭 i know a lot of u wanted a part two, but i honestly got so burnt out of the fandom, i needed a fresh new start. so no, there isn’t a part two, but i still really like the concept!! i might rewrite it for another fandom, if ur interested <3 take care of urself hunny xoxo

[playstation-dreamcast]

Sorry to bother you but I just wanted to tell you that as far I am aware the RE5 devs even admitted that they put the device on her chest to show off her breasts so it's really "just" devs being creeps and not really something to blame Wesker for😅

You do not have to answer, I just wanted to tell you that your thoughts were correct!

What do you mean I don't have to answer this? Nonny, I love being proven right. It's like, easily in my top 20 favorite things. (The rest are Wesker)

But, yeah whenever people bring that up it always bugs me. And I know WHY some fans want to paint Wesker to be a creep- he's very much portrayed that way in the S.D. Perry books. But, Claire and Leon are also portrayed to be a thing in those books, so they're hardly reflective of canon. (Hell, If I was a gambling man I'd wager a decent chunk of the fandom doesn't even know there are books. I didn't until like- last year.)

I digress- calling him a creep over an Easter Egg and some horny character design is glossing over literally every appearance he's ever had in the games.

Why would Jill have so explicitly trusted him in RE1 if he had a history of creep behavior?

Why wasn't he creepier with Claire in Code Veronica? No weird advances, no innuendo. Just throwing her around and having a temper tantrum about her brother breaking up with him.

Hell- if he was really up to some creep shit- why did he so openly reject Excellas advances on him? It just doesn't make sense.

Wesker is methodical and pathologically dedicated to his goals. I genuinely don't think he has room in his brain for any of that nonsense, we have a globe to saturate God damn it. There's a reason so many fans headcanon him as being on the ace spectrum- me included

Idk, I'm rambling again, it's like 6 in the morning and I woke up in pain. Sorry if this seems incoherent, I just had a bunch of tangled thoughts in my head and figured I'd untangle them here

[enmi-land]

Hey i love your 0t7 writing with mila SO muchh, i just wanted to say this one thing that ticks me off while reading,because i HAVE to get it off my chest 😭 i hate that every time something happens - mila makes a mistake, gets hurt she always gets scolded and is made guilty for worrying her boyfriends 😭 for example: the extreme diet one-shot, where she passes out and instead of being comforted for how she felt and reassured, she was scolded and guilt tripped and had to apologize to OTHERS for making a wrong choice regarding HER health. It makes the dynamic feel like a parent and child’s instead of an adult relationship. please don’t take this in a mean or personal way i just couldn’t keep this in anymore 😭

hihiiiii thank you for dropping in i’m glad you like my works <3 i kinda get where you’re coming from, but i think only young and beautiful is like that? but lmk which other fics seem that way so i can look into it and figure out what to change. but yeah, i wouldn’t say it’s a parent child dynamic, but more so out of care—like they rlly do love her a lot and they do end up comforting her in the end by reassuring her, but idk how to explain it, i feel like they’d have a valid reason to be worried like they were? it wasn’t more so guilt tripping but they wanted mila to realise that her actions hurt her, but they also hurt other ppl… like it’s a learning experience for her to talk and communicate more with the people who care about her. ig it should have been explained better in the fic, but they were reacting more out of emotion than anything else, and they ended up venting their own feelings because of it. but in the end, it all ends up with them comforting each other. if it bothers ppl tho I’ll take it down and rewrite it to make the point from across better—thanks for the feedback tho! i’ll keep it in mind for future chapters ^^

[lcftyambiticns]

Someone has dropped a book of magic at Lorroakan's doorstep. What is it? A book on how to use spells in the bedroom. Since clearly he doesn't know other uses for the tentacle spell. Man needs to be educated.

⸻ ℒorroakan arches a disapproving brow as he picks up the book, his lips curling into a subtle sneer. "Curious," he muses with disdain. "One must wonder about the sudden fascination with my personal affairs..."

[riddlingabout]

Have you ever watched the show Doctor Who??

- ⭐

MY DEAR STARRY NONNIE

I HAVE NOT

I AM A TRAITOR TO THE EWOK RACE

PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEE

I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COMEEE

[thelightsandtheroses]

Hi how are you? I hope everything is good!

I just wanted to ask (no pressure whatsoever) if there is status update of your hand in mine? I love these characters and was just wondering if you have any news about a new chapter?

Again noooo pressure. Just genuinely wondering and wanting to let you know I love the story and send you some love ❤️ *patiently waits for literally anything*

Hi lovely nonnie,

I'm alright, it's been busy with work and things irl recently and to be honest with the atmosphere of late, I've been a little more absent from tumblr but I'm hoping I'm back more now!

I'm currently prioritising my Frankie fic so YHIM is a little delayed. To be honest, I've had a little writer's block with this fic but I want to get back to them as soon as I can and I do miss Joel. I know what needs to need to happen next, but it's just been a struggle getting it onto the page

I'm so glad you love the story though and your message means a lot. I'd like to say I'm hoping after LGL, I'll be able to dip back into Jackson.

[cinhomi]

Hear me out like dilf!Felix agenda or Minho as your teacher IDK-. My friend recently told me about the move Miller’s girl coming out soon and I’ve been thinking about just Minho as your teacher lmao.IDK HE WOULD BE SUCH A STONIC DUDE BUT LIKE WHILE YOU GUYS ARE ALONE HE WOULD BE JSJSJSJS

(May I be 🎀 anon jsjsjsj)

DILF FELIX 😵‍💫 TEACHER MINHO 😵‍💫 I want to caress your face and boop your nose. HOW CAN I FIT BOTH IN ONE ASK THAT WOULD BE 5K WORDSー I'll focus on teacher Minho but PLEASE come back with dilf Felix BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT HIM TOO OMG

teacher Lee Minho who is known to be this scary, strict man that has all kinds of stories about him being told from student to student in the corridors since he's very reservate and mysterious. he dresses formally, with cool and natural toned dress shirts, vests, ties and blazers. his pants always hug his tighs a little bit too tight when he rests on the border of his desk.

teacher... call him professor. professor Lee. he checks his expensive gold watch from time to time, and accurately displays his book, agenda and pen in a precise order. most students don't know they end up on the floor when he clears the surface for you to sit - or lay - on the polished wooden surface. he likes to be tidy and on time... so when he starts to be late to put down some papers in the teachers' room, or when he has to meet a colleague with his hair disheveled and his tie loose, well, it's only natural to be suspicious. but he's a serious man. he must have some trouble in his life... some trouble that he enjoys a bit too much.

professor Lee Minho who tilts his head to the side the first time he sees you, a puzzled expression on his face because he doesn't understand how someone so gorgeous, sweet and beautiful like you could exist. he doesn't realize it, but now when he's having a lesson in your class it seems like he's explaining things only to you, his gaze fixed on your shiny eyes that look directly into his, on your tempting lips, it drops a bit lower where he can see your naked legs cross under a flimsy skirt. he often comes close to your desk and looks carefully at your calligraphy, or to be precise, at your fingers holding the pen. he slowly starts wondering how'd they look wrapped around him.

he's known for being the most observant and smart professor of the institute so you can't really fool him, it's so obvious your cute little panties get wet when he smiles whenever you know the answer to one of his tricky questions, when he rests a hand on the smaller of your back when he has to pass beside you in the corridors, when he praises you for doing so good on his subject. everyone is starting to think he's got a preference... and it's so damn true. he doesn't alter your score, it really is admirable, your talent on his subject, but you're the only one he's never scolded or insulted somehow.

you're his perfect pupil, he holds you on the palm of his hand. it's not the first time he has students trying to fall into his favour, seduce him, but you... you don't do it on purpose, he has enough experience to know that. yes, you may stay up late to have the best score with him and him only, but you are so natural and obvious with your feelings, it's adorable.

he wants you all to himself.

professor Lee Minho who, after few months of seeing each other almost everyday, asks you if you want to stay a bit more after your classes so he can give you private lessons to go a bit more in depth with whatever topic you're studying at the moment. at first it really is like this, him sitting on his comfy, soft chair and you beside him on the chipped and hard one, swallowing your whimpers whenever your knees touch. oh you're so cute. you take coffees together, he brings you nice treats from the café he goes to every morning, after two weeks he promises to eat you out if all of your answers are correct. but don't worry, before making such promise he wooed you respectfully, with manners, like a true gentleman. before unbottoning your delicate shirt to fondle with your breasts to help you concentrate he did flirt with you to the point you had to get up and splash your face with cold water.

he loves it when you call him "Mr. Lee" in public, but when he locks the classroom he becomes "Min" or sometimes "Sir", or, other times, "Master". he even goes through the trouble of taking you to his place sometimes. Minho is a good cook, but you never eat much in those occasions.

he loves it when before starting the day you subtly give him your lacy panties and he has to sneak them in the pocket of his blazer. he can't help that mischievolous smirk from forming on his lips, knowing your perfect pussy is bare and ready for him if he wants to. and nothing will stop him from avidly taking the soft fabric to inhale your scent while palming his growing bulge everytime he's alone.

Mr. Lee also loves when he's correcting his students' works and you study while sitting on his lap, his lenght buried deep inside you. he likes to pat your head when you do a good job, but he also makes you choke on his cock if what you did doesn't please him at all.

professor Lee Minho that notices you scoff and sigh and pout when another student flirts with him, so when you two meet later he makes sure to fuck you like the good girl you are for him. he treats you so well, how can you be jealous? it's so, so obvious he's obsessed with you.

I see prof. Lee making you bend down his desk, his grip tight on your hips, under your skirt that jumps back and foward from his slow but powerful thrusts and your panties moved to the side. he's bending over your back, with his breath fanning on your neck, his lovely praises going straight to your throbbing core. I see prof. Lee making you sit on his pompous chair as he kneels for you and spreads your legs to dive his head in between them. I see prof. Minho using a ruler to tease your clit and your asscheeks. I see prof. Minho rolling his eyes in pure bliss as you ride him in the bathroom.

mmh... he eventually admits to himself that he fell for his student and has to switch schools to be able to take you out on week-end dates <3

I will write more about.

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

here is your ask detailing what i think of you based off of your most recent reblog!!

very, very kind hearted. you care a lot about the people around you and the things you love and it shows. it really,, REALLY shows. you're considerate and caring to an extent of which everyone around you appreciates, the energy you bring with each reblog, post, and comment (no matter how minimal you think it is) is welcoming and all-around awesome. i see the tags of your reblogs from me and it makes me smile,, i love seeing you talk about whatever /pos

you're friendly and approachable through and through, but you're not afraid to speak your mind and call things out as they are. (yeah!! yeah!!!!) your presence is very soothing. you have a lot to say and all of it is worth listening. /pos!!

you know those thingies, uhhh, what were they called again? homeric epithets? if you were one, you'd be bright-tongued and dew-eyed.

your ability to imbue text and writing with emotion and feeling is impeccable,, even the way you talk in general is visually pleasing.

i genuinely have nothing bad to say about you.

if i talked about a body and it's functions or whatever, you'd be the heart. the epitome of love and fondness and continual beating despite, despite, despite. does that make sense? mmm,, i'll try to figure out how to word this later.

we love you, zee. you're doing great.

My goodness. My, my goodness.

😭😭 I... don't even know what to s a y?? Like, what can I even say at this point??

I'm going to be completely honest, it's been a few days. I received this a while ago and I'm so sorry I'm getting back to it late, but when I first read it, I was completely dumbfounded. This needed to MARINATE. Needed to SINK IN.

and I'm okay now. 🥹 Gosh, do you know how liberating it is to say that? In any aspect of the word, no matter how little or how deep it goes.

Lemme just...,,,

This is probably the most poetic way anyone's ever described something about me. Like, if I ever had the pleasure of being remembered by equally as beautiful and poetic people in this lifetime, I do believe it would look and read like this.

I always say it, I think, but I'll say it again because I'm not tired of it: seeing myself through other people's eyes is an essential thing to my being and this has caused an entire nebula of serotonin to explode from the crown of my head and has reached every single nerve ending throughout my body, and it spreads like liquid gold: warm and viscous and boy, it has left me shining.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart (("you'd be the heart" THAT PART??? 😭😭🫀 DO YOU TRULY MEAN THAT?? IM PUTTING THIS AS MY OFFICIAL PROFILE DESCRIPTION FOR THE REST OF. FOREVER!! YEAH!!)), and for you? I'll always do my best to remain bright-tongued and dew-eyed.

Because if I've got shawtys out here describing me like this?? It means I've done something very, very right, and I never want to let that go or give anyone whom I love dearly ANY reason to believe otherwise.

Of course I know people make mistakes— and I know I'm far from perfect. But just being here and doing my best is enough. You guys helped teach me this, and I am forever grateful.

Y'all make me better 🥹🥰.

I love you so, so much. Thank you for being my friend. I love you. 🥰😭🧡

[asunsetgrace16]

Hiiii!! I have some suggestions (100% up to you if you want to take them) for your Fraser Minten au hehe, totally up to you if you want to make it oc or x reader (I’m a sucker for x reader lol) if you chose oc Gracie Abrams or Olivia Rodrigo would be cute!! Also I think it would be fun if her major was something totally uninvolved from the hockey world like biology or engineering lol

Nonnie this is amazing. (I too am a sucker for x reader) but I think it will be fun to her an oc. I love women in STEM so she's going to be a chemical engineer. Thanks for the ideas love 😘

[tteokdoroki]

gets some rest and post it tomorrow bkg would want you to rest in fact he’d insist on it 💕

nods really hard :3 u r right !! everything is all set up so i’ll post some time tomorrow !! i shant disappoint bakugou !!!

[marshymallo]

omg now i need to know what the silly thing was!!

tell me tell meeee hehe

i was gonna say how i imagine asks waiting in my inbox are like you patiently waiting at my door with a letter in hand until i see there's someone at my door with a letter

just like patiently waiting with this look on your face :3

that was the silly thing

[prettyfilmz]

Here’s the thing, I feel like Fontaine wouldn’t so much be a SUB so much as he wants to be in control but hear his partner’s praises. So like while he’s doing his thing, he wants to hear the reader tell him how good he’s doing, how he’s making they’re feeling good, call him daddy, and that stuff.

YES!!!! I agree with this take tbh I think fontaine has the ability to be a service top with a heavy praise kink. all he’s focused on is your pleasure and wants to hear you sing praises on how he’s making you feel good.

[lcftyambiticns]

Drops him a book called: The Guide to Your Lich Lover.

⸻ The NERVE of some people?? Starts flipping through the pages with distaste and irritation.

Actually, he'll keep this one.