#sweats nervously. 👉👈

[motherswrath]

   MOTHER OF ANCIENT EARTH, crowned beyond fault of fallen kin, whose rule is more crucial than cruel, in place of twilight she bears blinding dawn, ASCENDANT FROM SHADOWS ANEW. ( he’d seen this kind before — illustrations and descriptions depicted ARCHAIC PROGENITORS, but she was different still — as ancient and primordial as his own blood. WAS SHE A GOD ? ) / written by kasz, est. 2014 !

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I really loved your career day fic and I was wondering if you could do a Shut up mom fic with the same lineup with nanami tho if you write for him🥺 👉👈

Shut up, Mom!

Tags: teeth rotting fluff, mostly crack, cursing, jjk men as dads / fem!reader

An: I would be delighted to write this anon :) my requests are open, loves. If you want me to write a specific idea, definitely ask and I’ll try to deliver on it! also, if anyone wants to be on a taglist please let me know. So, I gave Sukuna a kid in this one because I didn’t really see Yuji calling you mom or him dad. Yuji calls you two unc and auntie :)

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

“Aoi, did you take out the trash?” You ask your nine-year-old son while trying not to giggle. Aoi has recently discovered pranks, and he suggested playing one on Satoru. You couldn’t help but think that was an amazing idea.

Your husband was leisurely sitting on the couch, playing a game on the console he and your son shared. He was able to see you from his peripheral vision while you and Aoi were in the dining room. He didn’t seem to be too intrigued by the conversation, but Satoru is a chronic eavesdropper. He can’t help it with his technique and all.

“No, mom. Why can’t you do it?” Aoi plays his role perfectly, even throwing in an annoyed groan at you. Gojo cut his eyes towards you two, but he stayed silent for a moment. He knew this was your battle to face, and he wasn’t usually the disciplinary parent anyways.

“Because I told you to do it, Aoi. It’s your chore.” You say, putting on a serious voice as you would if he had really been sassing off to you.

“Ugh. Shut up, mom!” Aoi yells with a dramatic eye roll.

Immediately, you hear the game console cut off. It seems like you two had garnered Satoru’s attention. Footsteps carry into the dining room, and your all too tall husband leans against the doorframe.

Aoi sees his father, and his eyes widen. Your little actor. He then tries to walk off, but Satoru easily put his hand out against Aoi’s chest, preventing him from going anywhere.

“Woah, woah, woah, there little man. Who do you think you’re talking to there?” He interjects as his hands slowly unwrap his bindings from around his eyes, letting you know that he’s about to get serious.

“She’s getting on my nerves, dad!” Aoi continues to play the role, even though you can tell that he’s scared shitless.

“Hey, look at me.” Satoru says as he bends his knees to be eye level with Aoi. Your son complies with his dad’s order. “I don’t give a shit, okay? Never, and I mean, never tell your mother to shut up unless you intend on fighting me afterwards. She says to take out the trash, you say yes and take out the trash. Do you understand me?” Satoru says as he holds his son’s shoulders, squeezing them a bit so Aoi knows he’s not fooling around.

“Because I don’t think you want to fight me, do you?” Satoru questions. His blue eyes beam in the light, making your son nervously sweat.

“Baby, it’s just a prank.” You quickly interject with a laugh as you gently nudge your husband away from your son.

“Yeah dad, I was just acting!!” Aoi’s nervous gaze flutters into an adorable smile.

Satoru rolls his eyes and playfully laughs along. “You two are too silly, makin’ me turn off my game for this.” He shakes his head as he wraps his eyes back up.

“You were like gonna hollow purple me!” Aoi shouts with an excited laugh, and he reenacts Satoru’s cursed technique.

“Yeah, I love your mom a little too much.” Satoru responds with a grin up towards your direction.

SUGURU

Mimiko and Nanako are coming into their teen years, and recently, they’ve been obsessed with the idea of TikTok. After seeing the “shut up mom” prank all over, they knew that they had to play it on Suguru.

You, of course, agreed to help them pull off their little shenanigan.

“You two are not going out. It’s a school night.” You chide at the twin girls, giving them a small wink as Suguru was enjoying a cup of tea while sitting at the breakfast bar. He was scrolling mindlessly on his phone, reading the news or something like that.

“Mom, please. Everyone’s going.” Nanako pled and even threw in a small pout.

“Yeah, who cares if it’s a school night?” Mimiko chimed in.

“Girls.” Suguru warned as he normally did when you were having to deal with the twins. He didn’t like the idea of the girls ganging up on you.

“I said no. I bet you two didn’t even do your homework yet either.” You carry on, eyeing the two girls as if they were really in trouble.

“Ugh! Mom, shut up!” The girls somehow managed to say in sync. The two had obviously practiced their lines.

The tea glass hit the counter, and Suguru a stood up from his seat on the stool. “Hey. I don’t ever want to hear that kind of language in this house, especially not to your mother. Got that?” He said as he eyed your daughters.

Your husband was a bit of a strict father to the girls. He really just wanted them to turn out good, so he was the main disciplinary figure in the house.

“Dad! She’s-“

“Aht.” He cuts Mimiko off, and starts to walk up to the girls. “I didn’t ask. Apologize to your mother this instant. Then, go upstairs and do your homework. You two are grounded from going out for at least a month.”

“Sugu, it’s a prank.” You say as you can’t hold back a laugh from how angry he got that quickly. “It’s a prank, sweetie.”

Your two girls were nodding quickly, holding their hands out in surrender. “We saw it on TikTok!”

Suguru rolls his eyes at the three of you. “That app is no good for you.” He quietly chides. “Did you two do your homework?”

Mimiko and Nanako exchange nervous glances, and they both run up to their rooms to get it done.

Your husband laughs quietly and shakes his head before sitting back down on his stool. You walk over towards him and card your fingers through his long hair. He lets out a long exhale of contentment while leaning his head into your touch. “What are we gonna do with those two, hm?”

“Love them and try our best to teach them.” You softly respond before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

TOJI

Toji is a pretty laid back dad. He lets you take the lead on a lot of the parenting aspects, since it comes to you more naturally than it does with him. However.. he has his moments.

“Megumi, come help me do the dishes.” You say to your 13-year-old son. He’s in that weird stage of puberty where you’re his best friend one day and his worst enemy the next, which means he sometimes agreed to play pranks with you.

“Busy, mom.” He mumbles at the table as he’s trying to learn the hand signs for one of his shikigami. He was left learning this stuff on his own since Toji wasn’t a sorcerer, and you weren’t apart of the Zenin clan. You had no idea how to do the hand gestures.

“You can do that after you’re done helping me, Gumi.” You say as you turn on the kitchen sink. Your son doesn’t even acknowledge that you said anything.

Toji eyes him from his seat at the dining table, waiting for his son to comply.

“Gumi. Get in here.” You finally say after a minute of him not responding to you.

“Shut up, Mom!” He raises his voice at you, and immediately, Toji is on him quicker than you could respond.

“What did you just say to your mother, brat?” Toji grits as he stares down at his teenage son. Megumi looked back up at him mortified. “I brought you in this world, and I will take your ass out of it if I hear you speak to your mom like that again.”

“Baby, baby, baby, it’s a prank!” You say as you rush over to Toji. Megumi cracks a nervous smile, and you gently nudge Toji back.

“It’s a prank!” Megumi shouts as he leans back away from Toji slightly.

Your husband lets out an annoyed grunt. “You two play too much. Gonna make me kill my own son.” He says as he releases Megumi’s shoulder. He walks back over to his seat at the dining table and smacks your ass on the way back.

SUKUNA

“Ryu, come take out the trash!” You yell to your son. He recently brought up the idea of pranking Sukuna by yelling at you to shut up in front of him. You had urged your son that this was a bad idea, but he was persistent.

Sukuna was sat at the dining table, eating whatever Uraume had prepared for him. Usually, Uraume handled the trash as well, but you distinctly told them to leave it.

There’s no response.

“Ryu! Trash now!” You call out again in a more frustrated tone.

Sukuna is biting his tongue at this point. There is nothing that he hates more than insolence, especially towards you. You’re his queen, and he demands for all to respect you, including his son.

No response.

“Ryu!”

“Okay mom! Shut the fuck up!”

All four of Sukuna’s eyes widened, and he put down his fork. “Domain expansion. Malevolent-“

“It’s a prank!” You shout as you spin to look at Sukuna quickly. Your son is standing behind you, quite literally trembling in fear.

“Yeah- it’s a p-prank, dad.” Ryu stutters out.

Sukuna narrows his gaze, and he looks between the two of you. “Foolish.” He grunts. “Boy, come have a seat.” He commands, and your son reluctantly complies.

“If you ever pull some shit like that seriously, I’m not afraid to start over and make a new kid. I got nothing but time on my hands.” Your husband says while eyeing your son.

“Ryu’s a good kid, Kuna.” You assure him as you walk over to your husband and rub on his shoulders a bit.

“Mmm, for now.” He mumbles, and he nods his head to the trashcan. “Take the trash out.”

NANAMI

Your husband was sitting in the living room, enjoying his “lazy Sunday” as he called it. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. He couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful for the life he was living right now.

He had everything he ever dreamed of: a stable job, an amazing wife, a small family in a loving home.

You were sitting next to him, casually rubbing on his thigh through his pajama pants. You and your daughter had been texting about playing a prank on your dear husband, and it was finally going to happen.

“Hana, did you fold the clothes like I told you to?” You call out to your daughter as she’s in her bedroom. Nanami turns a page in his book, still not paying too much attention.

“Mom, I’m doing something!” Your daughter yells back.

“Hana, get in here and fold those clothes!” You shout back, getting a bit more serious. Nanami lets out a small sigh as he places his mug on the coffee table. He’s normally quick to nip Hana’s attitude in the bud.

“I’m busy!”

“Hana!”

“Okay mom! Just shut up already!” She finally yells as she storms into the living room. Nanami shuts his book and immediately stares down your daughter.

“What did you just say?” He asks as he sits up from his cozy position. His jaw tightens a bit as he glares at Hana.

“I just told her to shut up. She’s being overdramatic.” Your daughter continues, playing her part perfectly.

“Who’s her? Your mother? You’re telling my wife to shut up?” Nanami says as he starts to stand up.

“It’s just a prank, Ken!”

“Dad, it’s a prank-!”

You and your daughter both shout nervously, and Nanami looks at both of you confused for a moment. It then clicks in his head. “God, don’t stress me out like that.” He chides as he relaxes back on the couch. He wraps his arm back around you and picks up his book again.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Gotta reblog this to respond to the tags left by @j0vialjester

⬇️[images below]⬇️

I was goofing around when I made this post and not being very serious about it [haha Tartar butthole] but it's genuinely cool to see Tartar's anatomy being talked about in more detail! so I gotta chime in and give my two cents on the topic in a more serious manner now:

what if the slot at the bottom was his tartussy?

The ol' crank phone is shaped like a face! With the bells looking like its eyes and the mouthpiece looking like a mouth.. it makes sense that it would also function like a face too! Or at least mimic it...

⬇️[they are having a staring contest down below]⬇️

Tartar is a bit unusual since the majority of crank phone models are made of wood [as far as I know] and he's completely made up of metal!

The slot where the CQ-card comes out of is also unique to Tartar's model. It made me think that Tartar may have components of a fax machine to print these out. [A whole CQ-80 device also somehow gets pushed out of there I GUESS]

Also minor details like the red LED light on Tartar's face are also a Tartar exclusive feature.

Tartar's entire design screams "blending the old together with the new". He is in the shape of a vintage crank phone and has a more modernized twist inserted into it. Despite all those modernized alterations it still looks distinctly vintage and outdated, like it's from an era that has passed long ago.

It perfectly describes Tartar's character.

He is a sentient AI [how modern] that clings onto past ideals [how vintage]. He is so obsessed with the bygone era of humanity that he is willing to wipe out the current world in order to create a new one in the shape of the past he idealizes so intensely, ironically blind to the humanity present in our beloved cephalopod society. He's ironically repeating the mistakes of the past his beloved professor deperately tried to prevent.

Rigid in its design and personality, Tartar embodies the inability to move on from the past and accept change. He would rather violently fight against the change than be a part of it.

👏 well 👏

I totally went off the rails there.. oops... anyways,

I want to give your Denewiah a handkerchief so whenever the goopy ink coming out of "his second mouth" becomes a lil bothersome he can wipe it off. 👉👈

Also I remember that Denewiah is HUGE like SERIOUSLY HUGE. A BEHEMOTH... ugh he is soooooo cool looking!!!!

I got some smooches to offer too 👉👈 if he is willing to accept them 👉👈

Earlier today I've been thinking about the anatomy of the gay ass telephone in more detail...

...and decided to make a [somewhat, not really] comprehensive anatomical study of our beloved Commander Tartar!

I will not elaborate on this topic any further.

[the-authors118]

Can you write something with smut? 👉👈 Davos Blackwood? or Jaeherys? I love your writing style and the story of Lucerys!!! But if you feel uncomfortable with smut it's okay:)) I would like to see a scene showing how Davos would treat his wife. Like on the wedding night and when he realizes that she is pregnant?

Love You<33

Of course darling:)) and thanks for the compliments!!!

DAVOS BLACKWOOD X WIFE/FEM!READER

Warnings: virgin reader, smut, oral sex (fem), Forced marriage, smut, P in V, oral (female), pussy eating, lost virginity, dirty talk, praise kink, unknown to lovers, mention of blood and death.

-You think he doesn't want you but oh, He would do anything for his little wife.

-A Bracken looks at you in a different way? He cuts out his eyes, Even a Blackwood doesn't come out unscathed.

-He is the kind of husband who would ask "Who did this to you?" when you were crying or just heard bad news.

-He would walk through fire for you, oh God he would even kiss you while he still has blood on his face from his enemies.

-Davos Blackwood is a giver. He likes to get down on his knees so everyone can hear who you belong to.

-After the fifth orgasm you achieved with just his tongue, he would teasingly take off his pants. Just to see you shaking and begging.

- "Is five times not enough for you? Should I go harder next time?" He licked his lips as he spread your legs further.

- He would laugh if you could no longer answer and just moved your hips needily towards him. "Good girl" he would praise.

- After your eyes roll back and you can no longer form sentences, he fucks you.

- On the wedding night he is still gentle and soft but when you get used to him oh god... Let me say "you have to match his freak"

- He would like to try everything, and trust me he would be the kind of person who treats his wife lovingly (gentleman) but sometimes when she gets on his nerves too much or is too bossy then he fucks out her attitude.

- He can't imagine becoming a father since he is on the battlefield so much, but when he sees his sweet little wife (with a swollen belly) he can't help but be happy.

-

-------- OKAY OKAY I'LL START NOW....

The wedding celebration was wonderful, Even though you only met your husband today, there was an instant connection between you both. At the table he kept his hand on your thigh the whole time.

He was young, you were happy about that. Your best friend had it worse... A 50 year old... You pulled a face with these thoughts and Davos squeezed your thigh.

"Are you okay, love?" This nickname made butterflies fly around in your stomach. "Everything is fine dear husband" you smile at him. It got louder as the guests got drunk and Davos stood up as he offered you his hand "Shall we now return to our chambers?" You swallowed hard as you thought about what would happen now, You carefully placed your hand in his.

Everyone cheered and wished you luck as you slowly walked behind him, your mother smiled at you again and nodded before the door closed. Your hands started to sweat and Davos stopped. You thought he would be mad at you for being too slow, but he smiled at you and lifted you up bridal style.

You let out a soft scream and clung to his neck. "Don't worry, I've got you" He laughed and took you into the chamber, as he carefully placed you on the bed. He opened his pants and you played nervously with your fingers. When he noticed this he stopped his movements and sat down next to you.

"Do you know what happens now?" You nodded slightly. "My mother explained it to me." Your eyes met and he bit his lip. "I can't believe I was allowed to marry such an innocent, beautiful woman" He stroked her cheek, and lay down. You looked at him confused and he closed his eyes "what are you looking at?" You tilt your head "It's our wedding night" You were afraid he would find you unattractive so you stood up and tried to take off your dress.

He raised his eyebrows and leaned on his elbow, you had your back to him and he found it amusing when you couldn't even take off your dress. You feel a hand on your back opening the dress "let me help you my sweet wife" You felt his breath on your neck as he slowly opened the bows on your dress. He pulled the dress down and slowly opened your corset. Your breath caught as you felt his fingers on your naked body "I'll show you how it feels" he whispered before he kissed you. The kiss was intense and you felt your breath leaving you, Davos led you backwards to the bed.

He pulled away from you as you landed on the bed and you saw him get on his knees. He spread your legs and kissed your inner thighs, his hands held your thighs open as he licked the clit, you breathe heavily and gasp. Davos now took your clitoris between his lips, into his warm mouth. "Fuck" slipped out of your mouth as your whole body started to tingle, pull and pulsate. You wish he would do it faster, but he is content with a kiss between your legs and lets his tongue slide deep again and penetrates you with it.You tilt your head back, grab Davos' hair without thinking and raise your pelvis towards him.

He watches you as he brings you to your first orgasm. You had butterflies in your stomach when your eyes met. He slowly inserted a finger and watched your reaction, you clung to the blanket and moaned softly "Does that feel good?" He curled his finger against a very specific spot, you arch your back as he inserts another finger "You're doing well," he praised and kissed your inner thigh. Your breath quicken as he moved his fingers in and out faster. After your second orgasm, you lay breathless in bed, your stomach rising quickly and you tried to catch your breath. "Oh darling, how am I supposed to explain that I didn't even start with you?" your eyes widened as he took off his pants but you spread your legs wider and wider in excitement. Davos had taken away your fear that there would be no only men enjoy sex like your mother always said... But that both of them can enjoy it too.

"Please" you beg as you throw your head back, Davos found this very amusing so he didn't wait long and pushed it in carefully. He waited until you got used to it. "Are you okay, my love?" He asked as you narrowed your eyes. "Yes... You can move" a whimper escaped your lips as he slowly moved.

He kissed you to distract you from the pain and when your hands went behind his head he took it as a sign to go faster. His kisses traveled down to your neck and he left love bites, as you were a moaning mess his hands squeezed your hips. "you're doing so well, love" he was gentle with you and that made your heart beat louder.

Your bodies were sweating as he fucked you with passion, your legs wrapped around his hips "I-" you didn't get a word in edgeways because he kissed you. "I know... " Your walls tighten around his cock and you come together. He puts his seed in you and pulls out, shortly after he kisses you again.

"Are you tired?" He brushed a strand of hair from your face, you shook your head "No, I'm still processing how good that was" you were dreaming and he laughed. He helped you into the bathtub and hugged you with your back to his chest. You lean your head on his shoulder and to find a comfortable position you move your butt against him, then you feel something hard against your lower spine. Davos breathed heavily into your neck, "Do you think you can do another round?" your breath trembled and you turned to kiss him. Oh that was a hot night between the two newlyweds.

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- After he found out that you were pregnant he was as happy as a little child.

- every evening he laid his head on your belly and talked to the baby... "Don't bring pain to your mother during childbirth" or "I'll show you how to slit brackens-" you always hit him on the back of the head.

- if he wants to sleep with you he only gives oral sex (he is afraid of hurting the child)

- he would take much better care of you, after all you carry a life within you that he made.

- OVERPROTECTIVE!!!!

- He has become more cautious because you don't want the child to grow up without a father.

- he would be there at the birth, even if no one allowed him, he would hold a knife to the master's throat.

- He would hold her hand and pray quietly that everything would be okay.

- And suddenly he is holding his healthy daughter in his arms.

- His wife would recover and they would be a happy family.

- (Planning to have a second child)

_________

When he found out, Davos spun you around and kissed you. "I'm going to be a father," he said proudly and put a hand on your belly. You smiled "Love, you can't feel the child yet... the masters say it takes about 3 full moons" You took his hand in yours "I love you" you said he kissed your hand "and I love you"

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Wow that was really stressful haha!

As you can see, I've never written smut before, so please don't be so hard on me :')

I hope you liked it!

[thescarletnargacuga]

Hi! Uh, I'm probably the least qualified to ask but Beach day adventure for the gang, perhaps? Maybe a pool party, with a bit of a showtime fanservice on the side? 👉👈

BEACH DAY

A DIGITAL CIRCUS ONESHOT

WARNING: none

~~~

"Today's adventure is A Day At The Beach!" Caine proudly announced to his sceptical, and often cynical, audience. "All you have to do is enjoy the warm sand and clear waves! It's the perfect day to relax at the beach!"

"Wait.... seriously?" Zooble asked with a raised brow.

"I know some of the recent adventures have been a bit...much. So, we're going to have some fun in the sun! No strings attached!" Caine held his pose, looking at each circus member in hopes for a positive reaction.

"That sounds like fun." Ragatha spoke up. "What do you think, Pomni?"

"I don't know. Seems...deceptively simple. Caine, what's the catch?" Pomni squinted suspiciously.

Caine would sweat if he was physically capable. "No catch! Unless you want to go snorkeling! Then you can catch whatever you want! Haha!" He snapped, causing Jax, Ragatha, Kinger, and Pomni's clothes to chage. "I even modeled new outfits for the occasion! Sorry, Zooble and Gangle. I didn't really have much to work with for you two." He shrugged.

Ragatha and Pomni shrieked with surprise. Ragatha wore a solid purple one piece suit. Pomni had a red and blue tankini two piece, her jester's hat still atop her head. Jax wore peach colored swim trunks with an open, pink Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. Kinger's robe became a beach towel.

"Oh! This is...more revealing than I'm used to." Ragatha nervously chuckled.

"Okay, Caine, I'm picking up what you're putting down. This isn't too bad." Jax lowered his shades so no one could see where he was looking, despite his eyes being bigger than the shades.

Kinger looked at himself. "Feels...light."

Pomni covered herself in vain. "Caine! A little WARNING!?"

"Sorry, I was just excited to show you." And to see what it looked like on her. His code fluttered. She looked amazing. He cleared his voice and snapped again to open an iridescent portal. "Simply, have fun, my intrepid beach crawlers!"

Everyone started to the portal, but Zooble turned on their heel and walked away. Caine flew over in front of them. "Zooble, please! This really is a simple relaxing adventure! You've refused all my other ones! I'm getting desperate here! Just this one?? You have me on my knees!" Caine dropped to the ground, hands together in a plea.

Zooble looked back at the others, embarrassed. "Wha- Caine, get up! I don't- it's just- ugh...fine."

Caine gasped, scrambling back into the air. "YOU'LL GO!? REALLY???"

"If it'll get you to stop doing...all of that." Zooble said with disgust and followed the others through the portal.

The beach was beautiful. Warm sugar sand and sparkling blue ocean. Calm waves lapped the shore as seagulls called overhead. Beach chairs and umbrellas were already set up for them. Faceless NPCs stood at attention in a tiki bar.

"Wow, it really is what he said it would be." Pomni stood in disbelief, looking back at the portal. The others went off ahead. Pomni stuck her head back through to the circus. "Hey, Caine?"

Caine was still nearby, celebrating that he managed to convince Zooble to enjoy an adventure. He stopped his acrobatics mid flip and flew down to Pomni. "Yeeeees? Is there something I can do for you, my dear." He laid on his stomach in the air in front of her, at eye level, chin in his hands. "I'm on a roll today!" He kicked his feet, excitedly.

"Actually, yeah, there is." She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him through the portal, it vanished when they came out the other side.

"Woah!" Pomni pulled him too hard, sending him somersaulting through the air.

"Oops, sorry. You're lighter than you look."

"That's alright!" Caine stopped upside down, facing Pomni. "I'm streamlined." He laughed as his body did a back flip without his head. "Now, uh...what was it that you wanted?"

Pomni walked past him. "I wanted you to see what happy humans are like. Watch."

Caine uprighted himself, floating next to Pomni. Zooble was at the tiki bar enjoying a colorful drink. Kinger was building a massive sandcastle. Gangle was relaxing in the shade, listening to the waves. Ragatha was wading in the shallows, but Jax came up and pushed her over. He laughed but went into the water himself when he was tackled by a large wave. Ragatha got up and splashed Jax, who splashed back.

Caine's eyes watered. "They're having...fun."

"They are." Pomni smiled at Caine. "You did good."

"I did?" His voice cracked.

"Yeah." Pomni offered her hand to him. "Why don't you join us this time?"

Caine looked at her hand, only hesitant because he was afraid his actions would change them having fun. He slowly accepted her hand, firmly grasping it. "I'd love to."

[redcoralpot]

Uhmm do u do Glenn x make reader👉👈

Oh and if u do can pls do a smut but no cheating pls I luv Maggie😔❤️

Poker Face - Glenn Rhee X Male Reader (Smut)

Hey everyone! I finally got it done 🎉 sorry for the long wait!! Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I kind of rushed it and it’s my first smut in a few years 😵‍💫 (And was I listening to Lady Gaga while writing this? Of course)

Word Count: 1.1K

    - “What are you doing out here?” you whisper to a stranger, sitting down on the porch. 

    The warm air whipped your cheek as you stared at him, ignoring the screams coming from inside the house. His lanky figure tensed up and he opened his eyes.

    “I needed a break.”

    You slid closer, your thighs touching his, “I can understand that.”

    “Yeah, I mean, it’s been a lot lately.”

    “That’s the understatement of the century,” you laugh, “I never got your name.”

    Seeing his expression was difficult without sunlight, “It’s Glenn.”

    “That name’s pretty, I like it.”

    A particularly loud scream startled you both, the man beside you jumping in skittish surprise. In an effort to calm him, you placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in circles. 

    “Why don’t we go somewhere more secluded? You look like you need it,” you offer. 

    “But what if they need me? I can’t just leave them.”

    “There’s plenty of people around who can help if they need anything, I promise.”

    “Still—”

    “You can’t do shit if you’re this anxious, it’ll be fine. They’ll understand.”

    Glenn looked torn, his body stuck between wanting to come with you and stiff loyalty to his group. His eyes were wide; you decided that they looked rather pretty like that. The moon was high in the sky, causing a gentle glint to grace them. Standing up, you turned towards him and reached out a hand. 

    “It’s your choice.”

    -

    One thing you noticed about Glenn was that he manages to be quick and silent at the same time. It was honestly impressive, in your opinion, as you could barely hear the shuffle of his feet behind you. Crickets sing their songs as you stopped, plopping down on a nearby log. The half-rotten wood creaked as the other man chose to do the same. 

    Looking at him, you asked, “So where did your group come from?”

    He shrugged, “The city nearest to here.”

    “That’s nice, I haven’t been off the farm since it all started. Hershel says it isn’t too bad out there, but I’m having a hard time believing him.”

    You could feel sweat dripping uncomfortably down your chest, so you fumbled with your top shirt buttons until they opened, exposing it to air. You exhaled in brief relief, turning back to Glenn. To your surprise, the man’s head whipped away at the same time, gulping. 

     A knowing smirk threatened to take over your face, but you managed to innocently ask, “Is something the matter?”

     “No, um, nothing’s wrong,” he nervously replied, his eyes refusing to meet yours. 

     You lean closer, studying his face, “Are you completely sure?”

    “Maybe?”

    Tilting your mouth towards his ear, you whisper, “It’s your choice, what do you really want?”

     For extra dramatics, you brushed your lips against it before pulling away. 

    “A distraction.”

    “Hm?”

     “I want a distraction,” he mumbled. 

     Taking his chin in your hand, you force him to look up at you, “I’m gonna need you to speak up.”

      “I need a distraction,” he complied. 

       “Such as?”

       Glenn swallowed, “You know, sex.”

       “Good job, now get on your knees.”

       As he slipped down, you reached down and unzipped your pants. With your other hand, you patted his head. You felt almost lightheaded as you pulled it out, watching as he stared all the while. That was plenty enough to tell you that he’d been thinking about it for some time. 

     Your dick is now standing proudly out, and the raven-haired man kneeling before you almost immediately went in for the treat. However, right before he could, you tightened your grip on his hair and stopped him. 

      “You’re so impatient,” you tutted, “if you ever need to stop, tap on my thigh twice. Got it?”

      “Yeah, yeah, I definitely got it,” Glenn stuttered. 

     Releasing your grip, you allowed him to nuzzle the underside of your shaft as you sat back and watched. Tentatively, he licked a trail up to the head, before taking it into his mouth. You groaned, heat sizzling through your body. 

     Glenn swirled his tongue, eagerly taking in more. You brushed your fingers over his head, muscles tense with the strain of keeping your nonchalant demeanor. Under him, Glenn was palming himself through his jeans, trying his best to get off at the same time. If you peered closely, you could see a dark spot making itself known. You’d have to get back to that. But for now, you knocked his hand away with your boot. 

     “I never said you could touch yourself,” you hissed, and the man under you keened. 

      “Shit,” you moaned, “can I fuck your face?”

      He nodded the best he could with your cock in his mouth, giving a few final sucks before you pulled him off. You let him rest for a few minutes, studying how he panted harshly. His face was red and his hair was messed up, spit and precum dripping down his chin. 

      “You’re doing so amazing,” you huffed, breaching his mouth with your cock once again. 

      The surgery, the walkers, the screams, all were forgotten as Glenn relaxed into your grasp. Slowly, you got rougher, until soon enough you were thrusting into his mouth with confidence. The dark spot on his jeans had gotten bigger and every few thrusts, the man whined, his thighs shaking. The head of your dick touched the back of his throat as you fell into a steady rhythm, feeling his moans vibrating through you. They got more and more desperate, each one making the knot in your gut grow tighter. Finally, Glenn let out a shaking sob and the blaze in your gut snapped. 

      “F-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you warned, thrusting a few final times before everything around you whited out and a red hot shiver took over your body. 

      Glenn himself shook, the haze of pleasure covering the salty and warm taste of your cum as he swallowed it all. Both heaving in the aftermath, you brushed some of the fallen strands of hair out of his face. 

     “That was,” the man breathed, “that was awesome.”

    You chuckled, “Let me help you finish.”

    As soon as you spoke, his face burst into a massive blush. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, thinking back to the dark spot on his jeans earlier. 

    “Well, um,” he stumbled, seeming embarrassed. 

    The man clicked open his jeans, showing you the sticky mess inside his pants and his ruined boxers. 

    “Wow.”

     “It was just really good so—”

     “Don’t worry about it, I think it’s hot.” You stood up, slipping up your zipper and holding out your hand. 

     “C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

-

[muikitoo]

Sooooooooooooo...

so...

Are you still taking requests?...

Idk what you are comfortable with doing or not... But if you are ok with it, could you do a Rise Leo x Reader anxiety attack?

*Nervous anime sweat drops 👉👈*

Like, maybe the Reader has been masking emotions all day and when Leo comes over they break down or catches them mid break down... Or something like that...?

Thank you!

*Runs away-*

Anxiety attack

Leo x gn! s/o who is having an anxiety attack.

Warnings

Anxiety attack, but the rest is fluff and comfort.

A/N:

I was actually pretty excited to write this. I hope it turned out well enough

- When he finds u in the middle of an anxiety attack, he panics. A lot.

- Quickly goes and gets you some water.

- He tries to calm you down, without necessary touching you or doing anything that could possibly trigger you more.

- breathing exercises/techniques

- after youve calmed down a little he tries to use reassuring words and hugs u gently(only if u let him).

- "Its okay. Youre safe now, i promise."

- it rally hurts him to see you like that, he loves you more than anything.

- After some time he'll ask to talk to you about what happened, if you dont wana talk abt it then he'll try and distract u/make u feel better (movies, games, cuddles, ect) and then talk about it whenever you need

Leo decided to visit you, worried. You hadn't texted or called him in a while. He thought you were just busy bc of school and that you'd visit the lair after your classes ended, but you never did.

Once he entered your apartment/house - it was awfully quiet. He felt his heart start to race, thinking about everything that couldve possibly happened. "Y/n? Hermosa? You home?" He said nervously. He was afraid, which he usually masks well, but this time he couldnt even think of that. He needed to make sure youre okay. The more he got closer to your room, the more he could hear faint sobs. He entered your room and saw you on the floor, shaking.

"Y/n!" He was quick to be by your side. He was confused and didnt want to touch you or do anything triggering. He quickly ran to the kitchen to grab you some water. He helped you drink some and then set the cup down somewhere and then turned his attention back to you. "Breathe, love. Breathe." He made you look at him as he told you to follow his instructions, breathing slowly - in and out.

"hey, do you mind if i hold you for a little while?" He asked after youve calmed down a bit. After getting your approval, he slightly scooted towards you and gently layed your head on his plastron, wrapping his arms around you. "Do you mind telling me what happened? Or do you want to talk about it later? As you amazing and handsome boyfriend i want to be here for you through this and help you anyway i can!" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little and wanting to earn atleast a small smile from you. You let out a shaky giggle, telling him about your stressful day and everything that happened during the classes. He listened carefully, petting your hair and humming every once in a while to let you know he's listening.

After having a talk and making sure youre okay, you decided to watch a movie. "You know what? Ill be generous today and let my amazing s/o pick whatever movie you want." He smirked as he pecked your head, getting comfortable in the sheets as he handed you the remote.

A/N: i wrote this in school so it was rushed. Im not that educated in stuff like this so if i got something wrong please correct me without being rude.

[creativewritersposts]

❤ with connor and funny moments please 👉👈

OF COURSE!! ✨ blurb night would be boring without you! 💞

FUNNY MOMENTS WITH CONNOR BEDARD (FLUFF)

"do you want to ride me?", Connor speaks to you, out of nowhere. "I'm not riding you at your grandma's birthday party!" you shake your head. Connor looks confused, touching your thigh. "I asked if you want to hide me?", he repeats himself. "why?", you're thinking what he wants from you. "because I had an interview and I'm not the best with words-", he nervously laughs. "what did you say, baby?", you imagine a whole movie in your head. "I told the reporter I actually was black until I was 15", he smiles awkwardly. "Connor!", his grandma throws her coffee spoon to the ground, "why the hell are you saying these things?", she's ready to pass out. "Oh no grandma Bedard, it's harmless. Once he told them he needed to hold someone's stick-", you laugh and Connor sweats beside you. "I hope you don't mean the ...you know", his grandma shows to the lower body. "no!", he gets red on his cheeks. "Or he told one reporter he was shitting himself -", his mom starts, too. "Stop it!", he groans and sinks into the chair. "I love these funny moments with you", you hold his hand on the table.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I know you have little time on your hands for writing atm but I might just sneak in here anyways to give input. Who knows maybe you have time some day :D

I remember you posting about this Au where Chris won‘t get saved and Branch throws him on the street when he‘s "too old" and Chris encounters Kauri and he brings him to Jake and it‘s much harder to recover from there on.

Can‘t stop thinking about it it made me so sad!

Maybe you can write a piece about them meeting this way sometime when you feel like it 👉👈🥺

CW: Aftermath of spice, some dubcon implications, brief internalized ableism, drug use

Kauri wakes in a pile of bodies, briefly content simply knowing that if anything is the opposite of being alone, it's this. He still aches in all the right places from last night, and stretches his arms above his head, arching his back. His eyes are closed.

Someone next to him mumbles and rolls over, rolls away. Mourning the loss of even one point of contact, Kauri sighs and sits up. His head hurts, but that's normal on a Sunday morning, especially when his Saturday nights had been so fun. Sober now, he knows it's time to dress and disappear into the daylight, off to find the next drink, the next pill, whatever will soothe the way even now, he feels hollow.

He makes it to the door before he realizes he isn't the only person awake this early.

A flash of blue is slipping out ahead of him, hunched over in clothes too big for his frame. The man's profile is oddly delicate, strikingly beautiful.

Kauri had a hazy knowledge of someone with blue hair the night before, his back against someone's shoulder, another man between his legs. Or had it been the other way around, had he been between some man's legs...? It's hard to remember details. Kauri had been between two men himself, never the same two men twice.

Man, last night was fun.

Still, yeah, he remembers the hair. And a vague recollection of a sweet smile and soft pleading. The way his hips had rolled riding someone, hands splayed out on a sweat-soaked chest, biting his lower lip with his eyes closed. Making noise like it was forced out of him, but it'd been... yeah.

It'd been a performance.

Kauri had figured he was probably a hooker called in for the fun, but... now he wonders.

Hookers don't stay overnight.

"Hey," He calls out, and hurries to catch him. "Hey, wait up." He grabs the man by his arm. "Wait-"

The man goes still. He's short, skinny, swimming in these clothes. His hair's dirty and dull with copper roots showing through. But he turns to look back, and his irises - at least what Kauri can see of them around the dilated pupils - are the brightest green that Kauri has ever seen.

He's also clearly still high. Or maybe high again.

He has pale freckles in a scatter across his cheeks and his nose. Kauri wonders if you could play connect-the-dots with them, make something, maybe just a constellation.

"... what?" The word leaves the man slowly, like he has to consciously think about it first. "They... they said I could... have more before I left. I... didn't steal." He hesitates. "Did I?"

There's a scar over one cheek, somebody cut him with a knife. Not too bad - just for show. Just to make the scar.

Kauri swallows, and puts on his brightest, friendliest smile. "No, no, you didn't. And even if you did, I wouldn't say anything to anybody. But, just. I didn't get to say much to you last night. We were busy, right?" He winks.

"No." The man's gaze never meets Kauri's own - it dances, shifts from looking past his left shoulder to somewhere over his head, down to the right. Eye contact comes in brief flickers, as if he can barely stand it. He smiles, but it isn't real. It's false and faint. "Busy... last night. Having fun."

"Yeah, uh, it was a good time."

The man hesitates. Then he turns away again, pulling himself free of Kauri's grip, rubbing at the place where Kauri's hand had been nervously. "Good," He murmurs, as if reminding himself. "A good time. I had... a good time. I w, wanted-... I wanted... this. Always..." He trails off.

Then he starts walking, as if he's forgotten Kauri was even there.

"Want this," He's muttering. He sways from side to side as he walks, then stops, then starts again. His hands rub constantly, compelled, against the seams of his jacket.

Kauri's intuition prickles like a physical touch to the back of his neck, the weight of a shock collar, and he moves fast to catch up. "Hey, uh, are you-... um... let me buy you some breakfast, yeah? I got, like, forty bucks to my name. That'll get us some food. You look like you could stand to eat more."

The man pauses, briefly, looking over in Kauri's general direction. His hands bury themselves into his pockets and he hunches himself so much he seems inches shorter than he really is. "... okay. You, um. Want, want-..." He winces. "Wait. Silence is better than stammering, silence is better than stammering," He whispers, a recitation, and Kauri swallows as his spine chills from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back, all at once.

He's heard that chant before.

"... you're one of us," Kauri says, and it isn't a question. As soon as the other man tenses, he has his wrist up, looking side to side to make sure they're alone before he snaps open the leather bracelet and shows his barcode.

The man goes very still. Green eyes wander over the sight, and then he pulls his sleeve up to show his own. "WRU, Facility 001, Romantic 223499."

It's irresistible. Kauri hears another pet give theirs, he has to give his, too. He can all but feel his handler breathing down his neck waiting for it. "Right. Facility 001, Romantic 645898. But, uh. I'm Kauri." He tries for his bright smile again, but the other man doesn't return it. "What's your name? What do people call you?"

The man swallows. Then, he offers quietly, "My Sir... called me Baldur."

[celabi]

this a a fact.

scummy scara has no fashion taste other than hoodies and what ever clean pants he can find on his floor. Read: a hoodie he hasn’t washed in six months and a pair of pants that don’t he hasn’t busted a nut in.

he just doesn’t wash clothes. so he just uses foul axe body spray to hide his scummy scent.

like after you start to show interest he washes his clothes now and stopped using axe after he heard you talking shit ab it. now he uses one that by the grace of the gods you love.

you have to dress that motherfucker he couldn’t put together a good outfit if eating you out for as long as he wanted was on the line.

you pick out what he wears bc he asked you to bc “he wants to look nicer” truthfully he just wanted to see what you found attractive. and to get you in his room, in his closet where you might find that little black box with your dirty panties in it.

write a drabble maybe 👉👈

also when i talk ab scummy scara i mean snake bite having wolf cut rocking looks clean on the outside but does the filthiest shit on the inside. fucking cooking for you with his cum. cumming on your toothbrush.

but thats for a different time. any way this is the style i picture him in. he only wears platforms bc he has this need for height.

Jsnsnsnsn omg pls just scara sitting on the foot of his bed while you rummage through his closet, trying to pick out an outfit for him to wear for your date, knowing that if you didn’t, he would show up to the fancy restaurant in a baggy hoodie, sweats, and a pair of flip flops. His knee bounces faster as you get deeper into the closet. There’s clothes thrown messily onto his bedroom floor, all of his shoes (there’s two pairs) are lost somewhere in between the mix as well, and you keep finding some ‘random junk’ just carelessly shoved behind everything, like loose fake nails who you’re sure aren’t his because he shows up to class with badly painted, short black nails, there’s hair ties that have no purpose to him because his hair is too short, and occasionally you’d pull out some loose Pokémon cards.

“Scara… you’re not really giving me anything to work with here.” You mumble, lifting up a band t shirt that has holes ripped on all sides. He slightly leans to the side and views over your shoulder, he gulps. “Uh, yeah sorry, I don’t do much clothes shopping…” ‘she’s getting closer.’ He can feel his heart racing in his chest as you kneel forward and reach for anything else that might be hiding at the back, and he gulps when you quietly murmur a small ‘what’s this?’ as your hand grabs onto something. Oh this is it, you’re gonna see them, he thought he had hid them well, but you’re not even searching for them and you’ve managed to find them already. Oh god, will you scream at him for stealing them? You’re gonna leave him aren’t you. His eyes start to sting, and his hand reaches down to scratch at his leg in fear. This is it, it’s all over, everything he worked so hard for is abo—

“Oh, this shirt looks okay. Here, show me what it looks like on.” You stand up, pat the dust off your knees and hand him a surprisingly clean shirt that you had pulled out from the closet. He blinks, and slowly reaches out to grab it from you. So you didn’t see—? He so thought that his life was over, but maybe you had missed the small box hidden away in the corner, and he’s glad you did. “Yeah o-okay.” His cheeks redden when you watch him pull off the shirt he was already wearing and replace it with the one you gave him, before he tugs at hem and nervously shuffles his feet. “Uh.. so, do you think I look… good?”

“Yeah, you look cute. Come on, let’s go.” You reach for his hand and pull him along, which he makes no complaints about, a wonky smile on his lips while his eyes follow your move, before switching off his bedroom light and walking to the door. Maybe he was so distracted by your complaint that he failed to notice the very box he was dreading you to find opened, with a little pair off panties peeking out from inside. 😱 spoiler u found them whatttt

scara with band tee shirts and chains mwah I love

Anyways he’s so cute I’ll put him in some pink panties and eat him out thanks 🥺

[sketchy-rosewitch]

I have a request based off a dream I just had 👉👈 someone flirts with reader and Bo gets jealous and starts ignoring reader.. just to end with apologies and kisses(and hickeys) and he gives reader his hat to show that they’re his ?

Double Mine: Bo Sinclair x gn!reader

A/N: God do I love a jealous Bo >:3

warnings: Bo being Bo, reader is bisexual, Vincent talks again

Masterlist

“I love your pants! Makes your ass look great!”

You look at the woman who is right next to you and laugh nervously then look at your ass. “Oh! Thanks…” You smile shyly.

“Seriously! Your eyes too. You they’re beautiful.”

She plays with her brown curls, smirking down at you. Your chest swells slightly. “Heh..”

The brunette raises a brow, slightly confused. “You don’t get compliments too often do you? That’s too bad. You deserve them more than anyone. Honestly if you were mine, I’d compliment you every day.”

“It’s not that I don’t! I just… I dunno.” Your hands sweat, you wipe them on your jeans. You’ve never been more nervous, except with Bo. Speaking of. You look over for a split second before the woman pulls you out of the garage. Bo glances at you, he doesn’t look happy, but when does he ever. He continues talking to who you consider to be the woman’s friend.

“Bo told me we could go to the Wax Museum. You like it there?”

“Yeah, it’s really lovely. Friends with the artist. He works hard on them.”

You two walk up the steps and into the cool building before stopping. “Awh, I forgot something at the shop, you mind staying right here?” You look up at the brunette awkwardly.

“Sure thing, is it okay if I start looking without you?”

You nod and smile, walking quickly out of the Museum.

-

You walk down the stairs of the Sinclair house, Bo’s up when you walk down the stairs.

“Good morning Bo! I, uh didn’t feel you get into bed last night.” You say, you look up at him, he’s silent with you. Your brows furrow. “Bo?”

The tall man leaves the kitchen, not even a minute later the front door slams shut. Your stomach curdles. What the hell was that for?

-

Bo came home late that night, you were on the couch when the door opened and shut. You get up immediately to greet him but he pushes past you. You huff and follow him into the kitchen, watching as he aggressively takes out food.

“Bo?”

Your hands sweat and you wipe them on your pants. “Bo…”

He shoves some leftover pasta in the microwave. You jump and decide it’s best to leave.

You sleep in your old room that night. Though sleep was a strong word. You really just laid there wondering what you did wrong. Why Bo was ignoring you?

-

“Vincent?”

Bo’s twin looks up from his work.

“Has Bo been talking to you?”

He shakes his head.

“He hasn’t been with me either. I think I did something wrong. I dunno what and-and if I knew I’d make it right, I would. He’s just been ignoring me.”

Vincent sighs. Most likely disappointed at Bo’s stubbornness. “I mean should I just wait it out? I don’t wanna make him more angry then he already is. I’m really scared.”

“Talk to him, he’s listening even if his back is towards you.” Vincent’s voice rasps. You nod, wiping a loose tear away.

“Okay… thank you.”

-

This is the fourth day he hasn’t talked to you. You wanted to talk to him. You just hadn’t figured out what to say until now.

You want for Bo to return, it’s again late when he does. You follow him into the kitchen. His boots stomp around, making you anxious but you break through the anxiety, being more sick of not having your boyfriend around.

“Bo, I dunno what’s up with you but we need to talk. I need to know what’s wrong.”

Bo shrugs. “Nothin’s wrong.”

Your fists curl, you roll your eyes.

“We haven’t talked in four days Bo, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” Your voice raises slightly. Bo is silent, he’s silent for too long. “Bo!” You grab his shoulder, he swats you off just as fast, looking down and scowling at you. He lip is curled up like a defensive dog. You gather your composure. “Tell me, what is wrong. I cannot read your mind. If I could everything would’ve been fixed four days ago.” You explain sternly.

“You should’ve already known. Especially with the way that damn girl was talking’ to you! Way you let her touch you! I bet you two held hands when you walked to the damn museum. You sick of me or some shit? Huh?” Bo growls, his presence feeling darker by the second, you scowl.

“I’m sorry?”

“Are. You. Sick. Of. Me? Sittin’ there, letting strangers flirt with you and-and grab your waist.” Bo has never stuttered in his life, not until now. You could tell he was jealous, scared of losing you. Oh how wrong he was.

“No Bo, I’ve never been sick of you… that woman meant nothing to me. I thought she was being friendly, sometimes women just talk like that and it’s not an excuse but I didn’t think she was flirting. I-I guess now that I think about it, she was. But, it meant nothing, she meant nothing. I knew I’d come home to you Bo. I was so excited for you to come home and you didn’t even come to bed and then when you didn’t talk to me the next morning- if I knew this was the problem I would’ve talked so much sooner. We didn’t do anything, I had been so nervous when I saw your face that I had left the museum after I let her in.”

Bo’s features soften at your rambling. He reaches to hold your face, you let him, resting your head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, I was so angry. Don’t know what I’d do without you. Scared the shit outta me. You looked how you look when we first started talkin’, all nervous and beautiful. Thought I was losin’ you.” Bo leans in, your noses brush, you laugh nervously.

“You’re never losing me Beauregard Sinclair.”

“Good.”

His soft, yet chapped lips kiss yours. You deepen the kiss opening your mouth and sliding your tongue against his lips. Bo opens his mouth and you can’t help but lick and suck at his tongue. He moans lightly, gripping you harder. Your mouths detach, and Bo kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, he backs you into the counters.

“You’re mine. Gonna make sure the next bitch who tries to flirt with you knows that.” Bo growls before nipping your ear and moving back to your neck. You feel the man bite and suck on it, making you moan.

“Please, Bo I’m yours, I’m all yours. Shit, please give me more.”

Bo smirks and moves to another spot on your neck, he grinds against your clothed sex. You start to drool and mumble incoherently into Bo’s ear. When he lets go, your neck is littered with hickeys. The mechanic continues grinding, but you take his face and kiss against his jawline and down his neck.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows I’m yours too?” Bo mumbles, you can tell he’s trying not to moan, but you don’t let that happen. As soon as you lick up the side of his neck, he lets put a groan. You bite and suck on his neck. Bo continues jumping into you. “I’m all yours darlin’ you let everyone know that yeah? Fuck…”

You two finish, still fully clothed and pant, looking at each other. You two laugh, necks already bruising up with marks. Bo takes his trucker cap off and looks at it before setting it then smacking the bill playfully on your head.

“Want you to have that okay? Then everyone knows your double mine.”

“Double yours?”

“Double mine.”

Bo laughs at how childish it sounds but you genuinely smile and kiss his lips.

You wrap your arms around him and he does the same. Staying in an embrace for what feels like an eternity. Though an eternity would never be enough for both of you.

[yakuzacanons]

boys and their kinks pls?! 😳👉👈 who's the kinkiest of them all 🥵

Sweating nervously but also hell fuckin yea, major NSFW below the cut so if u ain't 18+ I best not catch you looking down there.

Also, going out of town until next week, I will still be able to post some but it'll be at a much slower rate so thanks for your patience in the meantime! Love y'all and I'll be back in full next week.

Kazuma Kiryu

Loves shower sex. Honestly, any sex involving some form of getting physically wet appeals to him. Bathtubs, hot tubs, sex on the beach, he's down as long as you guys don't get caught, especially by the kids at Morning Glory.

Majima Goro

Lots of people see Majima as the king of kinks but it's just that he's open minded. Actually isn't into knife-play, as he sees it was a weapon for slicing up enemies, not for using on his romantic/sexual partner. Loves to praise you and be praised. Would let you peg him if you asked very nicely. Doesn't mind tying you up but isn't a fan of being tied up himself.

Saejima Taiga

He's got a thing for fucking you against walls while holding you up. It's some kind of showing off of strength thing for him. Into biting you and doesn't mind if you return the favor, although he prefers when you dig your nails into his back or into his arms during sex.

Akiyama Shun

Likes being blindfolded. Secretly into office sex but can't get away with it often enough to really bring it up much. Also would totally lick whipped cream off of you if you let him. A total sucker for any kind of lingerie or hosiery. Wasn't sure about hair pulling at first but the more he tries it, the more he likes it.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He's a little embarrassed at how obvious this is but he's into handcuffs. Prefers to put them on you as he's pretty used to doing that but will allow you to cuff him too. Wants to try out spreader bars at some point in his life. If he's super cooped up at work, he really enjoys phone sex.

Ryuji Goda

Really into edging, both giving and receiving. Has a lot of stamina so he can afford to edge or be edged for a long time as it would take a while for him to be done with sex anyways. Has a few items laying around, like silk blindfolds and leather whips, but has yet to try them out. He thinks the idea is hot though. Loves garter belts especially. Particularly interested in the art of shibari.

Nishikiyama Akira

Has the BIGGEST most giantest praise kink in the whole entire world. Loves kissing with tongue and totally goes nuts if you drool into his mouth. Total freak in the sheets, although he seldom shows this side in public. You can bite him but don't slap him, please. Hair pulling is fine though.

Daigo Dojima

So shy to admit it but he has a pregnancy/breeding kink. Daigo's always kind of knew he'd have a family eventually given how important family has always been to him but he's not ready for one yet, so in the meantime it's a great bedroom fantasy. Also loves car sex, will totally have sex with you in his private car. Very Beyonce's Partition of him.

Mine Yoshitaka

BDSM king, has quite an arsenal of toys and is very well educated on them. Biggest believer of making sure his partner has a good understanding of BDSM before ever trying it on them, as it's only fun for him if it's fun for you too. Loves making you beg. Will give you a pearl necklace if you're okay with it. Wants to try wax play someday.

Tatsuo Shinada

Honestly down with most anything but he does enjoy with spanked. Also has a pretty big praise kink. Desperately wants to try some form of outdoor sex, like on a rooftop. Most likely of all of the boys to take you to a love hotel. He finds the setting to be a turn on in of itself. Loves things like roleplay or costumes.

BONUS ROUND

Nishitani Homare

Actual knife-play kink. Also will choke the hell out of you. Type of guy to put his hand over your mouth to silence you. Wants you to get loud as hell. Overstimulation king. The most likely person to send you nudes, so don't open your phone in public when he texts you.

Tachibana Tetsu

Office sex. Any hour of the day. That's it, that's his favorite thing. Loves to tease you at the office too, probably the best at subtly teasing you in public in general. Into gagging, both giving and receiving. Fond of ball gags in particular.

[starrylothcat]

Hi Starry! I hope I don't bother you. I absolutely treasure your work! Its so addicting! Do you have any tips on how to continue wips you're stuck on? I wish you a wonderful day and happy belated holidays!

Anon! I am never bothered!

Your words are gonna make me cry, thank you so much! 🥹👉👈

Did you read my mind, because I am struggling with writers block right now, too! I have so many WIPs right now that just aren’t letting me finish them!

I find taking a step back and focusing on other hobbies helps re-focus my mind and sometimes even helps me come up with new ideas. I’ll let a WIP I’m struggling with sit for a day, maybe a few, or longer. Coming back to it with a fresh perspective can sometimes help me finish!

I also try to think, why am I having trouble? Is it dialogue? Is it thinking of the next scene, or how I’m getting the characters to the next scene?

I will often skip around and write scenes out of order and worry about connecting them later. That way I’m still advancing the story and getting my ideas down before I forget. Type it all out, even if you think it stinks!

Or…I start writing a new WIP if my current one isn’t doing it for me. Haha. Sweats nervously and shoves my endless WIPs under my bed.

Bouncing ideas off other people helps, too! I am always happy to take a read and brainstorm things with peeps!

Of course, this is what helps me, and different things help different people. At the end of the day, I think it’s just the universal writers struggle that we are all burdened with…lmfao.

If someone finds the cure-all to writers block, please let me know 😂

Hope your holidays were magical, anon!

[iamasimplesimp]

*sweats nervously*

I- I wanna make my own alien au with Sun and Moon 👉👈

[sanemistar]

Hello ~ I would like to make a request. Sanemi x Fem Reader. Let's say, the fem reader is a trainee of a female sumarai (there's a Japanese term for it but I forgot) Her main weapon is naginata. She mistaken Sanemi as a threat but things went sfw because it was just misunderstanding and they just getting to know each other ~ hope you like the concept and go wild with the request 👉���

⋅˚₊‧ ᡣ𐭩 that night — sanemi shinazugawa

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: sanemi x samurai!fem reader ᡣ𐭩 genre: fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough ᡣ𐭩 wc: 932 ᡣ𐭩 warnings: none ᡣ𐭩 a/n: the concept seems interesting :O i haven’t written about samurais before so i apologize if i don’t get everything correctly :(( i tried to look things up bc i wanted to be as accurate as possible hope u enjoy it !!

being born in a samurai family, you're obviously expected to become an onna-musha (a female samurai) and participate in combat. your older sister, who's also your master and trainer, is a well-known onna-musha herself. everyone is looking up to her, including you, so you're constantly training hard in hopes of being as skilled as her.

you want to prove yourself and your abilities, so you always put your blood, sweat, and tears into your training. it has never been easy, you spend many sleepless nights training by yourself after you finish your training sessions with your sister. you realize you need to do this much if you want to be like her, let alone surpass her.

on one quiet night, when it's full moon and the wind is breezing outside in the forest where you're training alone as usual, you hear strange footsteps approaching you slowly from behind. which you're not used to because that spot is quite hidden and isn't well known to anyone, it has been like a secret spot you always go to when you want to train without any external distractions.

you nervously gulp, not because you don't trust your own abilities to handle any dangerous situation, but what if it gets too dangerous for you to fight on your own and you can't get aid because you're quite far from home and no one knows about this place other than you. you tighten your grip onto your naginata and keep it right in front of you (naginata is a polearm used by samurai warriors), ready to strike an attack at any moment.

you hear the footsteps get closer and closer. feeling threatened, you turn your back and run towards the mysterious person with full force, causing the two of you to land on the cold grass. your naginata pointed against their throat.

"what the fuck was that, woman?" you hear a hoarse voice coming from below you, you take a moment to check and your eyes instantly meet a pair of furious lilac eyes with beautiful, long lashes that belong to a well-built man with a bunch of scars on his face and chest. you have to admit, despite the visible angry look and the veins popping on his face, he looks quite handsome.

"so you sneak behind my back and expect me to act like nothing wrong?" you argue back in your defense, the sharp blade of your naginata still pointed against his throat. he pushes it away from him and it hits the grass next to him. he sighs in annoyance.

"i was patrollin' around the area because i heard there were active demons nearby." he starts explaining himself, meanwhile you notice that he's wearing a familiar uniform. it takes you a few seconds to realize that he's a member of the demon slayer corps, you've briefly heard of them before, but this is your first time encountering one of them directly. and then everything starts to make sense, this man here is not a threat to you.

"so are ya plannin' on stayin' on top of me forever or are ya enjoyin' the view from up there?" his sarcastic question cuts your makes you aware of the situation you're currently in, your chest is against his bare one, feeling the heat of his body against yours, your faces are so dangerously close to the point where your nose slightly brushes against his and your lips are just a few inches away. you hurriedly get up from him, a flustered look is all over your face from embarrassment. you can't believe you let yourself stay on top of a man for that long, a man you're meeting for the first time at that.

he gets up and fixes himself, brushing the dirt off his white haori.

“i-i’m really sorry for that, and for the misunderstanding earlier.” still very embarrassed, you apologize as you bow politely. he shrugs and tells you to lift your head up, to which you respond. layers of awkward silence start building up until the white-haired man decides to speak, breaking the silence.

“so ya come here to train often?” he simply asks and to which you nod as you start talking about your training to become an onna-musha as he attentively listens to you, while he also tells you about his hashira training. the two of you spend some time bonding over your passion for fighting and protecting the people you love the most.

“well i gotta go continue my patrol so i’ll be leavin’ first.” he says before turning around, his back now facing you as he gets ready to leave. only to be stopped by your light grip onto the sleeve of his haori. he turns around and your eyes meet his yet again.

“can you at least tell me your name before you go? i’m y/n.” you’re not sure why you’re here telling your name to a stranger and asking him for his name too. but for some odd reason you have this feeling that you don’t want the man in front of you to be a mere stranger, you want to know more about him, you want to meet him again.

“shinazugawa sanemi. i guess you’ll see me around here more often.” he answers before he leaves you behind.

even after some time has passed, you can feel sanemi’s voice still ringing vividly in your ears, and his face lives clearly in your mind as your encounter with him that night replays in your head over and over, praying that you two will actually meet again somehow.

[goblinselfshippr]

Hhhhh 👉👈 a lil something something I whipped up the other night while dealing with this crush. It probably won’t last, right? [sweats nervously] tw for being suggestive and making sexual jokes and allusions, but like nothing too detailed. (What Im trying to say is it’s like pg13) red square emojis 🟥 are the crush. Black ones ⬛️ are for one of my dumbass brothers being nosey.

Summary? Uhhh big brother catches his sibling coming home from a weekend trip with a dude and just wants to know wtf is up. (Because this guy is freaking WEIRD)

He took a deep breath, “Let’s… try this again. Are you hungry? Do you need anything?” I shook my head, picking up the duffle bag I dropped earlier and going to my room. “No, 🟥🟥🟥 got me breakfast.” He watched from the hallway. This peaked ⬛️⬛️⬛️’s interest, “oh, ‘🟥🟥🟥’ did, huh?” I gave him an annoyed look over the shoulder.

“What, his dick’s been in my mouth, but I can’t call him by his first name?”

He covered his ears and made a noise in disgust. I rolled my eyes, “Suddenly you don’t want to be in the loop anymore, big brother?” He grumbled to himself, “You’re being purposefully disgusting.”

“But you say worse on the daily!”

“Yeah, but you’re my baby sister! I don’t want- ugh!”

“You can stop this whole thing now, big brother. All you gotta do is turn around and go home.”

“Tell me this- where did you guys go?”

“Ebisu.”

“All the way to Shibuya?! What, did you go shopping or something?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to be overly graphic, big brother.”

“Oh god, Ebisu is where that ⬛️⬛️⬛️ love hotel is, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I answered noncommittally, unpacking my things. Anything my brother didn’t need to see was already in a discreet secondary bag.

“And did you go there?”

“Do you seriously want to know that?”

“Just tell me yes or no, and nothing more!”

“Yes.”

“The whole time?!”

“No.” The full answer was no, because we went out to eat and visit the garden place, but The short answer seemed to soothe my brother.

“What is he to you?”

I stopped in my unpacking, my eyes met his. “…I don’t know.” It was honest, not coy. We couldn’t even be classified as friends with benefits because we weren’t even really friends. “You call him 🟥🟥🟥, but not your boyfriend?” ⬛️⬛️⬛️ crossed his arms. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s just someone I’m… seeing casually.”

“Caz, you and I both know you’ve never been casual about anything. You’re incapable!”

“I’m doing my best to change that and grow as a person.”

“You fucking liar,” though his words were harsh, he had a genuine grin on his face. “He’s too scared of commitment and you’re just playing along, aren’t you?” I shook my head, looking down, “I think… I think for once I’m the one scared of commitment. I don’t want to be used again.”