#this sounds like a great idea nonny

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

do you think Saiki would be ticklish?

I do! I've written about it a couple of times too, once in Welcome to the Shitshow and It's the Colours You Hate (links are to the chapters in question)

Sadly I also think tickling him is a very bad idea because, like his sneezes, he probably blows things up by accident either with his telekinesis or with his flailing. The person tickling him is also taking a really big risk of physical injury for the same reason. I also think he's really touch shy - letting people within his bubble like that is a sign of major trust, which is doubly why he wouldn't let them tickle him because he doesn't want to hurt them.

Kusuke probably tickled him once and then never again. He did not win the tickle fight. He lost very badly. So did the wall he was thrown through. Kusuo probably got into quite a bit of trouble for that.

Whether or not he knows he's still ticklish, or what 'ticklish' even means, is a mystery though LOL

thanks for the ask nonny!

[kurokawaia]

❛ SHE ISN'T SERIOUS ! ❜

Kamado Tanjiro X Fem!Reader

WC; 500 + | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, no major warning, crack, funny reader, reader is very bubbly.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) I've just seen your most recent obanai work and i must say that i love it very much! Its very cute! I was wondering if you could so a similar concept with Zenitsu or Tanjiro? The fact theyre all technically kids makes it even cuter for me 🤧🙏🏼 - ANON

honey's a/note :: this the recent obanai work nonnie is refering to :3, also very short work :( i just didn't know what more to add but if any of you have ideas that would be great :D

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Tanjiro sits in the courtyard which is apart of the Butterfly Mansion, as he is recovering from his newest mission. He closes his eyes with a smile rising to his face as the warmth hits his face while he slumps to the ground with a resonating thud.

Tanjiro's body still burnt out and recovering from his injuries. But, he should have known that you would come by, you hated the sound of silence, unless you were by yourself with Tanjiro, that would be the only time you would shut up.

Just as you are about to walk straight from the corner, you slowly back up and you see your boyfriend sitting all peacefully by himself outside. You turn into a little ball of mischief as you pick up a nearby pillow from the porch, creeping up behind him with as much stealth as you can muster.

Tanjiro doesn't even notice a thing, lost completely from whatever thoughts were running through his head, about how much he loves you >.<. You swing the pillow, hitting perfectly soft, but effective, against the back of his head.

"Gotcha!" you exclaim, laughing.

Tanjiro jumps to his senses, wide-eyed with surprise. "W-What was that for?" His voice had sounded partly confused, yet more amused as he rubbed the back of his head. He had looked startled for a moment, before at the sight of your smile, he instantly softens.

"For existing," you answer in a humourous tone, holding the pillow up like some sort of weapon ready for round two causing him to sweatdrop.

"You really are something else," he grumbles, shaking his head.

You drop the pillow and dart forward, fingers wiggling as you go straight for his sides. Tanjiro's eyes widen in panic at what's coming, but it's too late. You tickle him mercilessly, and despite the best of efforts, a stream of laughter bursts out of him.

"N-no, stop! Please!" he gasps out between laughs, squirming under your tickles. His cheeks go red, not from the tickling alone, but from how he loves this side of you, playful, carefree you who never fails to make his heart beat faster and faster.

"Not until you surrender," you declare triumphantly.

Finally, he surrenders, gasping for breath as he pleads, "Okay, okay, I surrender!"

You smile, contented, and lean back beside him, your hands laced in your lap like you just sat down for tea instead of having an all-out wrestling match. Tanjiro still sucks wind while looking at you with love. He leans into you, poking at your side enough to let you know he's not mad at you.

"You really enjoy this, huh?" he says with a smile that's soft, a smile that took your breath hopelessly away, he was so pretty.

"Maybe," you shrug, leaning in with an equally love filled smile. "But you love it, don't you?"

Tanjiro looks away for a second, scratching the back of his head while a flush spreads out across his cheeks. "Of course I do," he says softly, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[just-some-random-blogger]

AHHHH

Can I request a Matt smith x reader where in real life theyre married and in the show theyre hot sibling lovers 🥵🥵 anyways 👀 theyre doing a bunch of press junkets, interviews, games, etc. and its sooo fluffy☺️ and domestic☺️ and I just want to envision my life with Matt smith 😭

+ some star points if an interviewer asks about their 😏 scenes and they get really embarrassed but cute 🥰🥰😫😫😫☺️

I Can't Help It

Matt Smith x (ME PLS I WANTHIM) Actress!Reader

Summary: The tumblr girlies were absolutely wrecked when they found out their resident girlboss was dating their superwholock tumblr boy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Crackfic, i use y/n im sorry im not that strong, head empty only matt, a bunch of made up stuff because plot!, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: NAH ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I WAS WHEN I SAW THIS I WAS LIKE I GOTTA ZOOM THROUGH ALL MY REQS FOR THIS IASFHASFAS. i swear my anons and i share the same brain fr we all just want the same loser dont we PLSSSSSS [foams in the mouth] Also, idk if you've ever read any of my chris evans fics, but what you want me to do for matt is what i did for him & IM ABOUT TO HAVE A FIELD DAY IM ON CRACK HELLO ALSO ALSO, i get you probably meant they're targaryen sibling/lovers, cause otherwise ALFHKAFA MISS ME W THAT BS, but i decided on doing something different all together so lolol i hope you like it nonnie <3 idk what you feel about matt smith but im still going to tag you anyway holla Tagging: @pinksirensong what do you feel about matt smith HAHAHAHAAHHA

It all started with this tweet that was prompted during a brief interaction at a movie premiere:

@fannygurl007: yeah but matt smith and y/n interacted for 20 seconds and i want them to get married and have babies [clip attached]

being liked by Matt's mom.

Then all hell broke lose.

And hell hath no mercy.

It lead with intense investigations of:

@ihave100problems retweeted: AWFHASL:FHAH WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY WHISPER TO EACH OTHER?!?!? 👹👹👹 @thedoctorswife retweeted: IN FRONT OF MY SINGLE ASS?? THEY FLIRTED IN FRONT OF *MY* SINGLE ASS??? JAIL @mattsmithbithc retweeted: "Oh, I think you look so pretty ------- yeah, that's great -----" HELP WHAT ELSE DID SHE SAY @mattsmithbithc replied: I THINK SHE SAID SMTH ABOUT HIS SUIT BUT IDK WHAT SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP @tennantsmith1 retweeted: you really can't trust men look at the way he's looking at her. i bet it was love at first sight for him. was anything between us even real </3 @mmmyehs retweeted: what's that? my matt smith and y/n cutouts gon sleep outside? I HOPE YOU KEEP EACH OTHER WARM IN HELL @y/nloml666 retweeted: NAH NAH NAH BUT MY BISEXUAL ASS WANTS TO BE IN BETWEEN THAT SANDWHICH @datass00 replied: me watching that vid like [image attached below]

Then these things popped up on youtube:

proof matt smith and y/n have been dating all along 🤡🤡

Clip #1

I stick my hand in a jar and pull out a folded piece of paper. "Who's my celebrity crush," I read out the question, turning back to the camera, "I have long list," I refold the paper as I push it beneath my seat, "and the unfortunate king of that, currently, is Matt Smith."

*cut to a bunch of 🤡🤡🤡 and really loud background music*

One of the staff asks, off camera, "why unfortunate?"

"Well," I chuckle, crossing my arms, "if you know me, then you know when I like something so, so much, I end up hating it." I straighten up, "yeah, Matt Smith may or may not have been subjected to verbal abuse as of late."

I chuckle as I hear a few of the staff wheeze.

I raise a hand and cut through the air, "affectionately, affectionately."

Clip #2

There is an abrupt cut to a sound of a crowd cheering.

Matt leans in, scrunching his face as he brings the mic close to his lips, "sorry, love, what was that?"

*The clip is replayed twice and captioned [IM SORRY THE WAY HE SAID THAT WAS JUST SO HOT I HAD TO REPEAT IT]*

The crowd is gracious enough to quiet down, keeping their fangirling internal.

"Is there an actor or actress that you have not yet worked with but always wanted to?" the lucky fan asks her question again.

Matt hums, leaning back on his sofa chair, repeating the words for good measure. He pulls the mic away as he thinks, then brings it back, "you know what, I have been lucky enough to work with some amazing people," he starts, "but-"

The crowd cheers.

Matt smiles and releases a chuckle, waving the mic around, "but," he carefully says, "I have recently watched Vampire in the Locker for the first time."

The crowd cheers again.

"Yeah, and thought y/n was absolutely fabulous in it."

Someone in the crowd says loudly, "same!"

The crowd, along with Matt, laughs. He straightens up and points, "that person gets it!"

But what it really took was this Instagram post to destroy the internet:

@imthebesty/n: ok but you cant get mad a me, i was there during superwholock. at least one of us won!! ps, he's a horrible cook, i promise you don't want him. i took one for the team 😇

That paired with headlines like:

Y/N confirms relationship with Matt Smith on Instagram with hilarious caption

Matt Smith cooks horribly, according to girlfriend, Y/N, who confirmed rumors with Instagram post

"I took one for the team," Y/N says in Instagram post, referring to dating Matt Smith

Tumblr but all stayed sane:

winchester-pie: Are you normal, or are you losing your mind overthinking one of the superwholock girlies is secretly y/n 369,278 notes dont-talk3me: When I gaslight people, it's bad, when y/n gaslights people, it's taking one for the team? 16,586 notes uowbish: I'm gonna say it: I DONT CARE THAT YOU'RE DATING MATT SMITH YOU SHOULD BE DATING ME [image attatched] 99,345 notes sh3l0ck3D: thinking about how y/n once said that she wrote fanfiction that was popular online. i should have known it was superwholock, she unhinged as fuck. 836,084 y/nb00tyluv: OK but i genuinely think y/n and matt smith talked for 5 minutes then decided to date after that 74,670 notes prettyeyebrows: ok but tell me y/n doesn't look like the type to make memes like this [image attached below] 424,245 notes

The cherry on top was when Vogue magazine graced the world with this brilliant interview:

I introduce myself and turn to my side, smiling at the man next to me.

"I'm Matt, and today we-"

"Smith."

Matt turns to me, words going dry.

"You're Matt Smith," I correct, blinking at him.

Matt looks at me for a good moment then raises a hand between our faces, turning back to the camera, "and today, we're going to be-" he cuts himself off with a laugh when he hears me laughing.

He drops his hand and gives me a look before continuing, "we're going to be answering some questions for-"

Matt points to me so that I finish his sentence.

"Vogue magazine!" I say, making the man beside me clap his hands.

The most played part of that interview is this scene:

Matt is reading from a card, "if you could have something of the other's, what would it be?" He chucks the card away, turning to me just as I turn to him.

I mutter under my breath as I think, "something of the other's?"

Matt furrows pouts his lips out in thought.

A beat of silence passes.

We then simultaneously trail off as we both whisper, "like a baby."

I wheeze and lean into Matt, dying of laughter. He snorts and beams like a boy on Christmas, dropping his jaw low.

"No," I warn as I raise a finger through my chuckles, "behave."

Matt throws an arm around me as he lets out more deep laughs.

"The fact we both keep answering the same thing means me hang out too much."

He scoffs. "Clearly not enough though," Matt notes, making me glare at him and shake him off. He withdraws his arm, face still awfully pleased.

I give him a look, "your mother has been ingraining that ideation in your head too religiously."

"I mean," he grabs my hand. He looks at me for 3 whole seconds before sighing and saying, "you would make a great mother."

I purse my lips and sighing as well. I lean into him a bit as I softly admit, "and I think you would make a great father."

For a moment, the two of us look at each other.

I pull my hand away from him, moving to grab another card.

Here are a few of the most liked comments on that video:

Jason Stone: I have absolutely no idea who either of these people are and only watched this video because it autoplayed. Do I want them to get married and have babies though? Yes. Yes I do. 88.9k likes kpopinmybloodstream: matt the entire video:😍🥰😘 y/n the entire video: 😍🥰😘 me the entire video: 😍🥰😘 but single as fock 🤡🤡🤡 103k likes sowrr88: if i cant have what they have, i dont want it 94k likes

[saetoru]

Rich boy reo in college sounds so cute!!! Because you're probably his first real love (and maybe even his first partner), and he would literally buy the world from you,(also, he probs doesn't have an idea how normal, healthy relationships work bc all of his sources come from like, super stereotyped and cliche media about how girls love expensive things, jewelry and money and shoes). And I picture his first real date with you is not at a fancy five star restaurant , but rather something like instant fire noodles ramen outside a conbini, so he's a little bit unsure, y'know this man has a personal chef at home cooking all kinds of extravagant food, until he actually tastes it and now he's addicted to the "broken collage student" diet. He's just so glad to experience new thing with you, even if they might seem mundane to you.

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SWEETS — MIKAGE REO.

✩ — contents ⋮ introducing to you all: college au! rich boy! reo as your boyfriend—this time in your adventures, he tries a powdered donut for the first time

✩ — note ⋮ if you’ve been around for rb! gojo, you know the drill ;) also nonnie ty for the ask it was so cute

“what is that?” he asks, unsure. you look at him like he’s grown two heads.

“it’s a powdered donut, reo,” you raise a brow, “have you never seen one?”

“who powders donuts?” he tilts his head. it’s a bit cute, the slight pout on his face as he tries to decipher your odd little snack, the crinkle of his brow as he thinks deeply. “what’s it filled with?”

“nothing. i don’t like jelly donuts.”

“jelly?” he gapes, “just what do they feed you?”

“what do they feed you?” you ask incredulously. he shrugs, thinking about it deeply like it’s something he can’t hope to list all in one go.

“whatever my pastry chef makes, i guess,” he hums, “my dad had this one come from france once, and he made these—”

“eat this,” you hand him the donut, cutting him off as you purse your lips. “you’re not normal until you do.”

“my mom says those are bad for you,” he says like some kind of know-it-all kid—you suppose in a way, he is. “she says processed foods are not good for—”

“reo,” you say with a roll of your eyes, “your mom doesn’t love you if she doesn’t want you to have a powdered donut.”

“hey,” he pouts, “that’s not true. she’s just looking out for me—”

“just a bite,” you insist, holding it out to him as he eyes it like it’s poison in your hand, “i’ll even feed you,” you tease, reaching to pinch his cheek.

he grumbles, swats your hand away as he blushes and huffs a little at your smug grin—but ultimately, he caves, leaning forward and taking a small, hesitant bite of the confectionery in your hand.

the reaction is just what you expect: he chews, then he furrows his brows, and then he looks at you incredulously. you smile at him with a knowing look on your face as he snatches the last few bites of your donut from your hand—you can’t even be mad that he’s stolen your snack.

“why did my mother never let me have these?” he whines, “i’ve been missing out my whole childhood.”

“i’m sure you were doing just fine with private pastry chefs from france, baby,” you snort, reaching to thread your fingers through his hair as his head rests on your shoulder.

“nuh uh, they’re not like these,” he holds up his (your) nearly gone donut for emphasis, “these taste like pure sugar. i love it.”

“yeah they’re great,” you chuckle, “welcome to the lower class.”

“shut up,” he huffs, shuffling closer to you as press a kiss to his forehead, “you’re not lower class to me. you’re the classiest, most elegant, most priceless—”

“even in my coffee stained sweats?”

“especially in those,” he nods, “i’d never seen such artistically placed stains before. i was mesmerized.”

“oh good,” you giggle, hearing his quiet laugh ring next to you as he looks up and gives you a soft grin. you lean in, pressing another gentle kiss to his forehead as he closes his eyes and hums.

“thanks,” he mumbles, making you raise a brow in question.

“for…?”

“for letting me experience that,” he shrugs, a bit shy as he stares down at his lap.

reo’s always been a bit out of place. he’s always been the kid with the twisty crayons and mechanical pencils that the other kids stared at jealously. he’s always worn the brands no one can even pronounce as everyone around him went shopping together. he’s always eaten freshly packed lunch with a balanced nutrition while everyone else got soda from the vending machines.

a part of you feels bad for reo, feels a small bit of sympathy for the way he never really knows what to say or what to add in a conversation he can’t really relate to. you always watch him trip over his words when people complain about insane gas prices and the way eggs do not need to be that much per dozen.

so you smile warmly, grab his hand and lace your fingers as you grin, “experience a powdered donut?” you tease, making him huff, “oh, baby, wait till you hear about cupcakes.”

“i’ve had cupcakes,” he says indignantly, turning away from you with a pout.

“not the kind with cheap sprinkles,” you hum. “you’ll love them.”

something tells him he will, that here—with his head on your shoulder and your fingers in his hair, with store brought sweets that his mother would have heart failure seeing—here he’s just a guy, a normal guy who’s in love and that’s all there is to it.

“i love you,” he says quietly.

you smile, lean down and press a kiss to his mouth as you teasingly lick off the small bit of powdered sugar on his lips. “yeah, i love you too,” you hum, “but i would love it more if you didn’t steal my snacks next time.”

i lub him :( *holds reo in one arm and satoru in the other* these are my rich and spoiled lil pumpkins :(

[peachsayshi]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachsayshi/725293016728862720/hc-examples-how-they-react-to-your-first-kiss

hi!!! first of all i just wanted to say i’ve been following you for a while and i just love your writing!!! could you do a scenario where kento and reader have a child together 😭 hope you have a great day 🫶

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "rainy days" tags: fluff; children; only suggestive in the end; domestic moments {20+ /minors/ageless/blank blogs dni}

n: I hope you enjoy this, nonnie! > wc: 650

nanami opens his eyes, fighting the heaviness of deep sleep and trying to clear the bleary haze obstructing his view. a soft rumble in the distance reverberates around the room, followed by a quartet of heavy rain pattering heavily against the window. a flash of white illuminates his surroundings, and with one final blink the man sees the peaceful image before him.

you're fast asleep, worn down from the excitement of the day where you spent the entire morning having a long painting session with your daughter. there's a streak of blue marking your cheeks, matching the colorful handprints all over nanami's old, worn grey t-shirt that you are wearing. resting between you both is his three year old daughter, her body curled towards your chest with the rhythm of her soft breaths matching yours.

the man can't help but smile at the sight, a bloom of love sprouting from deep inside his heart and stretching towards his ribs.

his daughter rolls over, eyes half open as she gazes up at him in complete confusion. nanami chuckles quietly to himself, and brings his hand down to smooth aside the strands of her soft hair to lull her back to sleep.

she mumbles a quiet "papa" and he hums with reassurance to let her know that he's there. her small hands find his shirt, and she squeezes her fingers around the fabric as she closes her eyes once more.

nanami arches down to kiss the top of her without realizing that the small shifts have roused you from your own slumber.

"what time is it?" you murmur, as you inch your body closer towards your daughter, like you're seeking out the core of warmth radiating between you both.

nanami glances outside to the dark, bleak grey and casually shrugs his shoulder as he places his large palm against his daughter's back.

"no idea," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with exhaustion.

"I was supposed to take a shower after I finished cleaning her up," you grumble in disbelief as you lift onto your elbow to rest your cheek against the palm of your hand.

nanami smiles before mirroring your position so he can face you properly, "I didn't have the heart to wake you," he admits shyly.

you fingers reach for his golden strands, and you gently brush them behind his ear before tracing along the shell. "did you manage to find everything at the supermarket?"

his hand lifts away from his baby girl to reach for you wrist, and he kisses the inside of your palm.

"everything except the honey crackers"

you pout with disappointment because those crackers are your daughter's favorite snack, but the brush of nanami's thumb on the back of your hand captures your attention once again.

"if it wasn't for the rain, I would run around the whole city looking for them..."

you stare into his eyes with admiration, knowing full well that your husband was speaking the truth.

"you don't need to prove to me that you would do anything for this girl, Kento..." you tease with a cheeky grin.

"correction," he remarks with an arched brow, as he places a second kiss against the pulse inside your wrist, "I would do anything for both my girls."

your heart flutters, sprouts wings and nearly flies right out of your chest.. with careful consideration of the tiny bundle of love between you, you slip away from his grasp to push back his hair as you arch forward and place a sweet kiss on nanami's forehead.

"I'm going to hop in the shower," you murmur against his skin with a slight veil of flirtation.

"want some company?"

you hum with amusement, "company sounds nice..."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he replies, the glint in his eye so sinful that it strikes the most sensitive parts of you, "let me just tuck our girl in properly..."

-

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥requests are open for all characters except: nanami kento.

[lemotmo]

I don’t know what to think regarding buddie. Like one hand we’ve got Tim saying he stopped writing them because he didn’t want to queerbait but now is writing them again because he realized it was harmful to the show to not do so because they are so natural with each other, coupled with Ryan and Oliver having said they want buddie if it happens to be done naturally on one hand and then on the other hand you have Kenny talking about Lou and how great he is and what positive energy he adds to the cast and set and how he can’t wait to see the Buck and Tommy relationship continue on and keep growing.

It’s like what direction are we supposed to be preparing ourselves for them to be going. One second it seems like buddie and then the next it’s right back to feeling like the delusional shipper people had made buddie fans feel like for years now.

Hello Nonny! How are you today? Hope you're having a splendid day.

First order of the day: You are not delusional! We are not delusional! Say it with me! We aren't! It has been confirmed by Oliver and Tim. Buddie was in the works at a certain point in time, but Fox stepped in and prevented it. So no, no delusional people here. We're valid in our convictions.

As for your ask. Well, I don't work for the show, so I don't have any insider information. But I do have common sense, so let's break everything down in smaller parts.

Tim not writing for Buddie anymore out of fear of queerbaiting is something from earlier seasons when Fox was in charge. It's obvious he has changed his mind about it with ABC in charge, seeing as how every single episode has some great and meaningful Buddie scenes. Not just that, there was also a great Buddie and Christopher scene, once again cementing the Buckley-Diaz family as a unit. It's true what he says, they have this natural unforced chemistry.

I didn't know that Kenny said those things about Lou, but I get it. For Kenny Lou is a great co-worker. He has worked with him before in previous seasons and he obviously likes the guy, which... you know, valid. That being said though, Kenny doesn't know where the showrunners are taking all the storylines. Tommy is involved in Buck's storyline and so far only Buck's storyline. (Well, and Eddie's as well I suppose, since Eddie is almost always there when bucktommy are together, which... choices!) Sure, Tommy was at the wedding, but that was only a very brief scene. Also, whether we like it or not, Buck is currently involved with Tommy. So of course Kenny is going to talk about them. What is he going to say? 'Oh hey guys, LOL don't get too attached to Tommy, he won't stick around LOL!' He might have some idea about the oncoming Buddie train, but he can't just talk about that.

Let's take in account all the things we have so far: Buckley-Diaz family in full force, Oliver and Ryan can't shut up about Buddie, Oliver hardly ever mentions bucktommy and when he does it's always in the same way -> Tommy as a guide, gay Yoda to help Buck out. That doesn't sound very romantic to me. Next, Tim likes writing for Buddie (confirmed), magazines are all over Buddie and bucktommy is hardly ever mentioned. The last episode they juxtaposed Tommy and Eddie and showed Eddie consistently by Buck's side, willing to step into his world. Tommy didn't. Lou himself revealed that he isn't allowed to use 'Buck' to address Buck, but he has to use Evan. Evan is a name that Buck heavily associates with his parents and his upbringing. I'm sure there is more, but I can't think of it right now.

The difference in chemistry. I myself don't see it at all, but a lot of people seem to like the bucktommy chemistry in their kisses. But outside of those kisses there is a lot of wooden interactions that don't ring true. I'm not sure if it's intentional or not, but if you place those interactions next to Buck and Eddie's scenes the difference in chemistry is palpable. Buddie oozes natural chemistry. Something bucktommy lack. Again, I really think this might be part of the narrative, to show the eventual incompatibility of both characters.

The list just goes on and on. So, I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to bury the battle axe quite yet. To be honest, I'll probably never bury it. As long as Eddie and Buck are on my TV-screen, I'll ship them, because they are literally made for each other. 6 years of history, friendship, family, hope and love. That is not something to waste and the show knows it all too well.

So yeah Nonny, I said it before and I'll say it again:

I'm securely riding the Buddie train, destination endgame. I won't be satisfied with anything less.

[arlerts-angel]

HIII!!! i got an idea from a scenario that happened to a Hockey Armin bot from j.ai (i'm not a very mentally sane person.) and I'd like to request it!!:

well, so armin!afab reader had just started dating when after a game, eren and jean "were driving them home”, which ended up on eren and jean putting aphrodisiacs in reader's and armin's drink, and they ended up fucking on the backseat of the car, while the boys recorded it..

note: omggg~ this one's long but i wanted to try something different! i hope you enjoy this nonnie ♡ please let me know what you think of this one!

cw: hockey player!armin x fem!reader, drinking alcohol, voyeurism, filming, masturbation (fem), unprotected piv sex, pet names used: beautiful, pretty girl, angel, reader is referred to as girlfriend

a loud buzzer sounds off in the chilly arena, signaling the last break of the game. there's 15 minutes left to catch breaths, tend to any minor injuries, and work on plays. you rush to the bottom of the stands to catch your boyfriend in time for a quick pep talk. you scan each jersey for his number until your eyes fall on it, lucky number 13 in black and white.

"hey! you guys are doing great!" you say with a smile. armin turns around and looks at you, taking his mouth guard out. "we're down one point which could cost us the game if we're not careful," he smiles back at you. "but thank you. it means a lot that you came tonight." the 5'6 blondie hugs you tight. you return the hug and gently grab his face, looking him in the eyes. "i know you've got this."

you leave him with a kiss on the cheek and return to your seat so he can spend the break with his team, planning their win. eren jaeger, the center of the team, and left defenseman jean kirstein, approach armin. "we're gonna go get drinks later regardless of the outcome of this game, care to join?" eren asks, swinging his arm around armin. "i would but my girl's here, i don't wanna blow her off." jean nudges armin. "c'mon man! bring her with. i'm sure she won't mind a little detour." armin scans the stands for her, his lips curving into a small smile when he finds her. the buzzer sounds again, signaling the start of the third and final play. "i'll talk to her after the game." he puts his mouth guard in and returns to the ice.

eren stands in the center of the ice, facing off the opposing team. the referee drops the puck between the players. eren quickly gains possession of it, pulling it backwards towards jean. he takes the puck into the head of the stick and swings, sinking into the opposing team's net. cheers and claps erupt from supporting fans at jean's lucky shot. the teams are tied now, but there's still time left to secure victory.

the final faceoff begins with eren, once again, gaining possession of the puck. this time, the team decides to ride the clock and pass the puck around to each other, sending the puck into the offensive net just before time runs out. final score, 4-3 for jaeger's team.

you cheer for your boyfriend's team's success and wait for the crowd of people to leave. after the stands clear, you find armin talking with eren and jean. you decide to just let them chat, taking pictures of the scoreboard while you wait. eren catches a glimpse of you from his peripherals. "you here for a picture, sweetheart?" he coos. armin turns and sees you, offering an apologetic smile. "eren! ...that's my girlfriend." armin groans.

"ah– sorry about that." eren sighs, feeling embarrassed at his dismissal of you. "i'm eren and this is jean." he slaps jean's chest playfully. you offer a small wave and smile. "i'm y/n, nice to meet you both." eren looks you up and down. "i don't think armin's mentioned it but we're planning on getting some drinks, you're welcome to join us. we won't go too crazy, promise." he smirks. "sure! you guys deserve it, after all!" you say happily. "i'm gonna run to the restroom before we leave." you kiss his cheek and make your exit.

eren nudges armin again. "so that's your girl, huh? she's cute, man." armin sighs. "eren–" "don't worry dude, i'm not trying to meddle. she suits you." he smiles at armin, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly.

you meet up with the group of boys, who are now showered and dressed in casual clothes. "i know the perfect place. armin, i'll send you the address. meet us there." eren prompty sends armin the address to a bar a few minutes across town. armin nods. "alright. see ya there." eren pats his shoulder before walking away with jean. armin turns to you, seeming a little nervous. "are you sure you want us to join them? i could just tell them i'm tired." he offers. "no! it's totally fine. i'm kind of excited that eren invited me. i would've been fine with you going without me, but it was really nice of him to extend the invitation." you reassure him. he grabs your hand and smiles. "alright then, off we go."

a few minutes later, your uber arrives to the bar eren suggested. you and armin step out and into the bar. eren and jean wave you and armin down. "hey lovebirds! we already ordered drinks for ya." jean nods his head at the drinks on the table. "oh, thanks!" you smile. you take a sip of the cocktail. armin does the same. eren and jean share a glance at each other that you and armin don't notice. "so, y/n... how long have you been seeing armin?" eren asks slyly. "oh, uh, officially? about a month or so." you reply. he nods at your admission. you take another sip of the cocktail and eren grins.

20 minutes passes. the four of you make casual conversation about different things, talking as if you've known each other for years. armin wraps his arm around your waist and whispers in your ear. "you look beautiful. thank you again for coming to the game." you smile and kiss his cheek. "wouldn't miss it, handsome." you reply softly.

45 minutes, now. armin pulled you into his lap tweny minutes ago and has spent the past 5 running his hands over your body. your thighs, your hips, the bottom of your stomach. he even brushes his fingers across the hem of your skirt. you can feel his dick pressing against your ass. he nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and circling it with his tongue. "you're coming home with me tonight, right?" he asks quietly. you nod in response. "don't know if i can wait til we get home." he whispers, sliding his hand between your thighs.

an hour has passed. "it's getting late, friends. i say we pack it up here and get home. how about you two ride with us? i'll drop you off at armin's place." eren offers. "you've done enough for us for the night. we appreciate it." armin says. "come on bro, it'll be fun." jean encourages. "when's the last time we just went ridin' around?" armin chuckles. "it has been a while, but–" "we'd be happy to." you interject, nudging your boyfriend's arm playfully.

eren hops into the driver's seat, jean in the passenger. you and armin sit in the back of the dark car. armin whispers in your ear. "my pretty girl... gonna let me play with your pussy in my friend's car?" you shiver. "armin! they'll see... or hear." you whisper. he drapes his jacket over your lap. "don't worry about it, it's too dark. they can't see anything." he replies, sliding his hand down your skirt. his slender finger traces your slit before sliding inside, collecting your juices. "stay quiet for me, angel. don't wanna get caught." you nod and sharply inhale as he begins to trace circles around your clit. you squirm around in the seat trying to contain yourself.

"you alright back there?" eren adjusts the rear view mirror, glancing at you and armin. "we're good, thanks." armin replies, still circling your bud. your heart is pounding hard against your chest knowing you could be caught. the adrenaline sends you close to your orgasm quickly. "armin-" you whisper, "i'm-" he hushes you and nods. "i know. we're taking a backroad, get in my lap." "hm?? your lap?" you question. he nods. you slide the coat to him as he unbuttons his jeans, freeing his cock.

you get into his lap and slide his length into your soaked cunt slowly. his hands on your hips guide you up and down his cock. it's unspoken, but you both know you need to be as nonchalant as possible. the car is big enough for a good amount of space between you two and them. eren and jean aren't stupid, though. they've been watching this whole time, recording. jean adjusts eren's phone, making sure he's getting a good view.

"dude, this feels fucked up." jean admits. "what's more fucked up, jean? them fucking in my car or us recording it?" eren scoffs. this makes jean ponder. "touché." he grumbles. "besides, i won't let anything happen to this vide or let anyone know this even happened. it's for my enjoyment." eren adds, his eyes still on the road. "don't act like your dick doesn't want to jump out of your pants either, kirstein." jean rolls his eyes.

you continue riding armin's cock, but not for long before the knot in your stomach comes undone. your legs stiffen as you quickly reach your orgasm, tightening your walls around him. this sends armin over the edge too, you feel his cock twitch as he fills your pussy with his cum. you shift back into the seat next to him as he adjusts himself back into his pants.

"look's like we're here, friends. thanks for a fun evening." eren says snidely and winks, as he approaches armin's apartment complex. "thanks for the ride, eren." armin says as he opens the door and nods. "here, take this." you offer him a $20 bill. he shakes his head. "nah. 'preciate it though, sweetheart. i got all the payment i need." you smile awkwardly and nod.

you both send eren and jean off with a wave, watching him drive away. then, armin grabs your waist and kisses your forehead. "round two?" he asks hopefully, smiling down at you. you flash him a smile and follow him upstairs.

[teecupangel]

Hi tee! Hope you're having a good day! It's the toxic AltDes a/b/o nonny and*hands you my kidneys* AAAAHH I LOVE IT!! it wasn't as toxic but it was great nonetheless!!!

OKOK so I just had another idea.

Omega Desmond and Alpha Maria.

I have no idea how this idea came to be but it did LOL

So this is gonna be a Maria x Desmond pairing, idk it just sounds so interesting.

In this au women are still treated like shit, so that Maria's story would still fit canon (I love Maria's lore) but omegas are also treated like shit. Of course

You can do the entire Desmond Time Travels Back In Time™ and let him meet Maria or you can make him be born in that time, whatever you see fit!

And Maria absolutely tops :>

Let’s go with Desmond being born there for this one.

Desmond would be the omega twin of the alpha Altaïr who remained in Paradise where it’s supposed to be safe.

In reality, he’s kept in Paradise to keep Altaïr in check. With Al Mualim being their guardian, there’s actually been talk of him becoming Abbas’ omega to ‘strengthen the bonds’ between Altaïr and Abbas, whatever the fuck that means.

Desmond knows that’s bullshit and Al Mualim keeps dangling him over to Abbas to keep Altaïr on the line and Abbas loyal to him because, for some reason, Abbas actually likes him.

Desmond usually spends his time trying to sneak out of Paradise to talk to Altaïr or to his brother’s beta best friend Kadar. (Or Kadar could also be an omega in Paradise that follows Desmond around because they’re BFF and he has a hhuuggeeee crush on Altaïr, depends if you wanna add a side serving of Altaïr x Kadar for this one XD)

Desmond spent most of his life sneaking in and out of Paradise, even donning the robes of an Assassin to blend in (he has to rub sooooo many scent covering herbs to make it harder for people to realize that he’s an omega) and Altaïr is a horrible enabler who teaches him whatever he learned, be it for stealth or for slitting a guy’s throat.

He would help Altaïr take out Al Mualim when Al Mualim tried to hypnotize him using the Apple (they both learned that Desmond is immune to the Apple that day) but he stayed behind when Altaïr went to Acre because…

Well…

No one expected Altaïr to go straight to Cyprus after that mission.

In this one, Altaïr returned with Maria immediately after Acre because, while Altaïr does want to join Maria on her journey eastward, he wants his twin to join them as well. Maria agreed to it after hearing how Desmond had never stepped outside of Masyaf at all and she honestly had this demure soft-spoken omega image of Desmond because Altaïr describes him as the kindest sweetest person in the entire world.

(If Malik ever heard Altaïr describe Desmond like that, he’d have reminded Altaïr that his supposed ‘kindest sweetest’ twin have made three Assassins beg for mercy when they were just a tad too touchy and Desmond was just a teenager back then)

And now we have the perfect slowburn ‘roadtrip’ idea for Desmond and Maria… with big brother Altaïr having to suffer through their blossoming love.

[lalunanymph]

Riding on the nanami brainrot!!!! dawn as a bewitched!au enthusiast, it had me thinking about retired army general!nanami and a geisha!reader 🫶 what if after leaving the gojo clan, he settled down and became reader’s patron and they lived happily ever after 🥰

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i couldnt get this idea out of my mind and had to write something for it grrr thank you sm apple nonnie ily and your beautiful brain

tw for love making and suggestive themes

The ex-general of the great Gojo clan should be a man who was intimidated by many.

For truly, his countenance, stoic mien, and even the shock of fair hair on his head (so unnaturally light and a contrast to every common passerby on the street) would’ve marked him as a man who would not be into foolhardy pursuits.

But, in your months of living under his roof, you had come to find that General Nanami Kento was indeed an incredibly kind man.

“What are you doing?” 

Kento had awoken from his slumber, padding into the kitchen to find you standing by the stove, hair still in a disarray. A light scruff shadowed his chin, and his face was pinched with fatigue.

In answer, you tightened your silk sash, a teasing grin pulling on your face. “About to surprise you, of course.” 

The general is not a man to be trifled with. Hence, when he tilted his head to the side, unsure of what your coy entendre was supposed to mean, you were slightly terrified of his rejection.

What would he say to your next plan? Would he ridicule you and find it foolish? 

“Surprise?” His rough, low voice involuntarily sent shivers down your spine. “What kind of surprise?” 

The general does not like to be blindsided. Your answer was meek, almost like a girl who was about to be berated by her superior.

“I wanted to… I wanted to dance for you, Kento-san.” 

Now, his attention was piqued. Nanami’s back went ramrod straight, those dark eyes widening infinitesimally. “Dance for me? Why ever for?” 

He did not sound disappointed or peeved. Instead, you detected a note of curiosity in his genuine question—the first stirrings of a man who had never been indulged in such finery.

You had to hide a smirk behind your fall of hair. Only General Nanami—a man who brought an infamous geisha under his wing—would be taken aback by her natural want to charm and appease him. 

Your smile was partly patient, partly abashed. “Because,” you started, and walked over to him slowly. Nanami did not cringe back or let himself be bowed over by your sudden proximity; keeping his reactions fastened to his chest. “I want to do it.” 

His throat bobbed with a hard swallow. You could see the ripping flow of emotions erupting across his handsome features; a thread of desire overshadowed by his strict samurai stolidity.

“You do not have to do this.” His voice was soft, cottoned with gentleness. Giving you a route of escape should your mortification catch up with common sense. 

You shook your head. “Please, Nanami-san. Let me do this for you. I wanted to show you some lessons I remembered.” 

It had been a considerable amount of time since you last put on a Natsu wa Hotaru for men. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you strapped on your armour of gratitude towards this man who had housed, fed and clothed you with little to no expectation of any returning sentiments. Why General Nanami had chosen you—perhaps you may never know. But, you had learned to never question providence whenever it fell into your lap like a sleepy, curling kitten. 

Kento was in no obligation to give into your whims, but he eased himself into a cross-legged position onto the tatami floors, the split in front of his striped blue yukata showing off a web of whitened scars. 

You didn’t have any music to accompany you, but Mama-san always did say you had a beautiful humming voice. 

Graciously picking up the uchiwa fan—one of the only items you had taken from your old life in the okiya into your new one as part of his household—you held it above your head, warming up with a low hum. 

Your arm arched overhead, easing in front of your body with a slowed, graceful swoop. You recounted the steps perforated deep into your subconscious from Mama-san’s rigid lessons—spinning on your heel, lifting your head and eyes to the sun to give thanks for the summer. All the while, your voice never broke or petered off, rich and warm like the rays streaming through the paper thin shoji windows. 

Nanami did not move nor you suspected, breathed. He was hewed of stone, fists clenched atop of his lap. The only sign of movement were his eyes, steadily following every motion of your body. Men would often compliment how you moved like water—Mizu no Megami—they called you. 

The water goddess.

There was a fluidity to your motions which would put rainfall to shame, and Nanami was starting to believe why his comrades used to say geishas were the spirits of grace put right onto this earth. 

From the arch of your back, to the curve of your arms in midair, spinning the fan in your lithe fingers like you were one with its fluttering disposition, made him firmly believe you were an otherworldly being. 

And your voice… it never faltered. A sweet, rich octave which brought goosebumps to his skin.

All too soon, your performance ended. You were bright-eyed and warm in your cheeks, waiting for him to thaw, frozen in your ending position of knees bent, arms curved close to your waist. 

Instead of applauding, like rowdy men were wont to do, Nanami slowly got to his feet. 

He approached you, careful not to scare you with too quick of a movement, and soft as down, his large, scarred palms cupped your face. 

You were petrified, not with fear, but with baited desire. He stroked your cheeks, rough pads of his thumbs soothing on your far softer skin, and there was a look you knew all too well on his dear face. They reminded you of watching your onee-sans stagger back into the okiya, drunk and whispering that they would kill you if you told Mama-san of their evening whereabouts. Not much of where they had been, but who they were with.

Older men. Soldiers. Politicians.

Everyone of them wore a secret, satisfied smile like they were sated from a huge meal after starving for decades. Now, years later when you were free from the constrictions of tight obis and etiquette, you could see desire plainly in the open air—finally free to indulge in it.

His lips touched yours in the softest of caresses, and you didn’t fight him off when he swept you into the seam of his embrace. Your body fell against his—like two pieces of Go flushed together, slotting perfectly in each other’s spaces, finding a clear path towards a release of intensity which brimmed and brimmed; eventually bubbling over.

Nanami removed your obi, pulling down your simple, sakura-patterned sobe panels, revealing the tender rise of your shoulders to his touch. He kissed a pathway down your neck, marking his territory right on your collarbones; bold enough to touch his tongue to your pulse point.

Your soft gasp thrilled through the morning air, drops of unfettered desire clinging between both of your bodies like a film of sweat. 

“Tell me to stop,” Kento’s gruff voice breached through the fog in your mind, drawing you down into deeper depths of rapture. “Tell me to stop whenever you want me to.” 

“I do not,” you replied back, heavy in breath and intention when you softly rested your palms on his scarred chest. Without a lingering second for him to chart your intentions and misconstrue them, you unwound his own yukata sash, feeling more of his rough, pale skin under your wandering touch. “I want you, Kento. I want you, it burns.” 

That was enough for Nanami to discard years of training to tame his emotions. The beast within was roaring to claim you, his blood singing like it would whenever he was about to rush into a battlefield. But, this time, it wasn’t severed limbs or broken bones awaiting him, but the terrains of your body drawing him to unleash his brute desire. 

Nanami was brash when he lifted you up, your feet dangling in midair, only to be swept into the crevice of his arms. He brought you to the bedroom with barely any effort exerted, not a droplet of sweat rolling down his sharp cheekbones and sunken temples. 

Gently this time, he laid you on the futon, covering your entire body with his bigger build. You had never noticed how starkly a man towered over you, until you were in this position to look up at him. Wonder stained your sighs, those wide eyes gleaming with a girl-like innocence charming as it tugged on his soul. 

Kento felt a warmth unlike any other he had ever encountered in his arduous life; like a thousand bees were swarming in his chest, warming up the cavities of his austere ribcage housing his equally stony heart. 

His large hands swept down your shoulders, parting your kimono further apart, until the panels were splayed around your naked body. Those dark eyes appraised the crease in between your thighs, memorising them like it was his next terrain to conquer. 

Nanami was never a man who gave into the screamings of flesh, but in this instance, he felt like his veins were sparked with gunpowder—igniting from the base of his spine to the tips of his toes. 

“You are beautiful.”

That lavish praise tumbled freely from his parted mouth, burying itself underneath your blooming affections. 

However, his next words sent you reeling, like a bare branch tumbling in a storm, when he uttered: 

“I want to ruin you.”

His lips descended back onto yours, kissing with an ardour that would’ve frightened a more modest woman. Modesty—thankfully—was not part of your script, and you returned his kiss with an equal zeal that many men would find loose and unbecoming. 

From the ends of your hair to the crest of your toes, your body pulsed with an unbridled heat for him. You were soaked in between your thighs. 

Such simple kisses were making you unravel, unlike a tapestry whose loose thread had the power to undo the striking masterpiece. You were crumbling for Kento, relenting to his relentless passion. 

The taste of sleep and his skin was strong with every curl of his tongue on yours. Something hard and foreign was poking your thigh, and Kento’s strong hips undulated, his mind losing control of his body.

“Fuck,” he swore lowly, eyeing the lines between both of your bodies with a gleam in those dark, unfathomable eyes. 

You cupped his face to yours, admiring every instance of those beautiful features with their scars and faint wrinkles. A part of you wondered—as he shoved his yukata off to one side of the room—if your children would have his blonde hair. 

Nanami’s cock was imposing and resting on your thigh. His kisses were unhurried now, and they were traversing lower and lower down your body. He nipped your collarbones. Kissed your jaw and scraped his teeth on your pulse point. That same mouth roamed in between your breasts, finding the peaks of your stiff nipples and sucking on them tenderly, mouthing on them like he was attempting to extract some deeper essence from your willing body. 

Your breathing hitched when he dared to roam lower—right towards the apex of your body where your lust was undeniable. 

Kento gently parted your thighs, resting deeper in between the promised crease. His mouth touched your pelvis first, sending what felt like hot flashes up your spine. And the moment you felt his mouth on your tender parts, you were sure you moaned loud enough to wake up the old teamaker next door. 

“Kento,” you gasped, disregarding all of your etiquette training to succumb to the lust like you were no better than the harlots walking down cobblestone pavements at night. “Oh! Oh…” 

His tongue was working you into a frenzy, and those thick fingers ran through the seam of your sticky heat, parting your folds to get to the heart of your desire. One thick, calloused finger rubbed firm circles on your sensitive nub, eliciting a tremble in your thighs you had only experienced when standing for too long on a hot day. 

“Kento,” you gasped out, almost purring his name like a wanton whore. “Oh—I-I’m—” you broke off, unable to speak past the pleasure knotting underneath your sternum, making you stutter and choke. Your eyes watered, tears dripping down your cheeks; smeared by loving kisses from the man above you who watched your fall with pure rapture. 

How your brows knitted together, how your mouth fell open, a scream rebounding across the room…

“Shit,” Kento cursed, unable to help himself from driving his hips deeper and deeper into your body. “Shit, shit, shit—I’m—”

His stuttered moan was heralded by a well of warmth filling you up. The ecstasy of belonging to Kento; of feeling him melt into your walls, was the sweetest sin unlike any other. You lived for his flushed cheeks, his feral snarl, his handsome face contorting like it was in pain…

He slumped atop of you, pushing you further into the futon until your chest was smothered from the full weight of him. But, deprivation of air was not your main concern, not when Kento was kissing down your forehead, cheeks and jaw like you were a precious jewel he had just found out was real. 

Your giggle was a sweet sublime balm for his soul, and he smiled like the first warm rays of a summer morning. 

A tenderness unlike any other rooted itself in your soul, and for the first time, you figured out why men would go to war for love; why women sacrificed parts of their souls and bodies for a mere sliver of hope that their love would bloom eternally. 

Your eyes were open, and your heart welcomed every drop of his presence. 

Kento brushed the back of his knuckles down your cheek, expression softening when you began to grin.

“I did not hurt you?” 

Soft as down, you pressed his knuckles to your lips, kissing them softly. “No.”

The stoic samurai tried his best to hide how pathetically his heart raced at your tiny gesture, but his growing smile told the full truth, slowly coming to light like the indentations of a secret message upon paper being shaded in with charcoal. 

“We should be getting up for breakfast.” Ever the worrier, Kento was concerned about your lack of nutrition; if you were already starving and he had overtaxed you. 

But, your returning grin was part deific and part exasperation for the older man before you; filled with a gentleness your scarred and scared heart had never felt in her lifetime.

“We should,” you hummed in agreement. Neither of you made a move to leave each other’s embrace, and the morning sun continued speckling dancing shadows of waving sakura branches against the shoji windows.

©️ LALUNANYMPH

[stagefoureddiediaz]

That anon is weird. Like yeah sometimes gay people are interested in straight people (backing off when they find out their identity). I think Tommy was picking up Eddie's gay vibes

But it's far from impossible that he's straight and Tommy was still into him

Like God I wish I was never interested in straight people. That would be great. Take me to your universe anon

Hey Nonnie

they really are weird - provided me with some entertainment though - band I hope you were entertained as well!

I also want to be in a universe where I don’t end up flirting with straight people - no embarrassment and weirdness when you get it wrong and it would save so much energy and time - sounds amazing!!!

Kinda gonna enjoy it when that anon watches Eddie figure out his queerness to be honest - they clearly don’t understand the idea of long form storytelling and foreshadowing and building up clues and layers of information over time - Eddie is queer coded - always has been - its just been a question of when he’d be in a place to figure himself out and Tommys (intense flirting and) interest in him is just helping build that narrative so that after Eddie does figure it out the audience can rewatch and spot all the stuff that pointed towards it all along. It’s like a murder mystery book or film - all the clues that point to the murderer are there from the beginning - you just have to read between the lines and put the pieces together - its obvious when you get the answer at the end!

[frogchiro]

So this was kinda inspired by your morax massage post and I hoped you might enjoy it. Fem reader as usual, they're married, extensive mentions of somno but they don't actually do it(morax loves those noises). I suppose this isn't full porn, just thirst, but bon appetit.

You loved him dearly, you really did, but your husband was an insatiable lover. Every night he fucked your brains out, left you gasping and gulping for coherence. So, in an endeavor to go to sleep at a reasonable hour, you'd suggested that he fuck you while you slept.

"Do you like the idea? Doing whatever you might want to your pure, innocent wife's pliant little body while she's none the wiser?"

A disapproving growl rumbles from his chest, and when he speaks, his tone is sharp with derision.

“Any common whore off the street can lie unconscious while I use her. You are not a common whore. You are my wife.” Morax lifts your chin up as he presses you into the pillows, chest to chest. “My wife is my beloved, the apple of my eye. My wife is not something to be used.” He moves to your jaw as he begins to mouth the skin under your ear, and you gasp at the press of his fangs on your skin. He hums in approval. “My wife makes the most beautiful sounds, when she is awake,” he nips your skin, and you give a strangled whimper, “and alert.”

“Calling yourself ‘pure’ and ‘innocent’. How absurd. Do you expect me to forget how you beg me every night, weak with desire? You may be my cute little wife, but you are not pure.” He kisses you again, long and passionate enough to steal the air from your lungs. Your foreheads knock together as he speaks, hot breath brushing your lips, voice deliciously hoarse with arousal. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“You and I have a contract. A marriage contract, to be specific, which establishes that each of us have certain duties. One of my duties is to satisfy you, and vice versa.” His voice drops, even further than it usually does when he’s dirty talking. “And I will not be satisfied unless my darling wife is screaming my name loud enough to deafen while she creams all over my cock.”

I'm looking through my inbox rn and dear god this is a gem <33 it's been sitting win my box for so long I'm actually ashamed with myself ;;

If you're reading this nonnie please know that you're super talented and this morax piece brought me great joy and thirst for my dragon hubby <33

[demonicbaby666]

Drabble idea - JJ talking care of reader while she is sick 🤒 just all the fluff and feelings 🥰

Sniffles

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.3k+

A/N: Thanks for the req nonny, hope I provided you with the fluff you wanted. It's written more comically and is a little too long to count as Drabble, but what can I say, I got a little carried away with the banter. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Hell. That was the only way to describe what your body was putting you through. Head pounding, nose stuffed with tissue and a throat that fell victim to a brutal attack of never-ending coughs, trying hopelessly to get whatever felt like it was stuck in there out. 

You’d taken refuge on the sofa that morning, knowing if you went back to bed, there was a high possibility you may never make it out again. Though the idea of withering away and meeting your final demise sounded tempting, someone would probably miss you. 

At what point you fell asleep to the tv playing reruns of god knows how many shows, you had no idea. All you knew was there was a muffled ringing coming not just from inside your ears, but from somewhere in the apartment. The door. 

Heavily considering, far longer than appropriate, army crawling to the door, you settled on unceremoniously flinging your frail body upright, trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to ignore the black spots that painted your vision. As you trudged over to the door you made a silent promise to yourself, if the disturber of your peace fell short of a good enough reason for ringing your doorbell when you were on death's door, you’d subject them to the very same torment you were going through. One cough, maybe a little sneeze would do the trick, it was only fair. 

“I swear, if you’ve lost your cat again Phil, I’ll-” you croaked out, latching onto the door handle - which would require sanitizing now, great - and pulled it open. 

“No missing cats,” JJ chuckled, continuing in a hushed tone, “though I am curious, what exactly were you planning on doing?” 

Nope. Not happening. 

Mirrors, unfortunately, very much existed, which was why you sure as hell knew you were one sight to behold. A neighbour seeing you in a heavily stained dressing gown, hair thrown into a messy bun, and not the cute kind, that'd be fine, normal even. Well, you’d like to think normally you didn’t look like someone who’d contracted some type of bug, but JJ seeing you like this. Very much not the same. So, you did the only thing you could. 

You shut the door in her face. 

“You’ll get sick.” You shouted, your voice sounding far too similar to that of a dying pelican, or any dying creature for that matter.

“Number one. You’re letting me in because I’m your girlfriend and it’s my legal obligation to look after you. Number two. I know how to break down a door. Number three. If you don’t let me in, I will break down your door.” 

“You gave me three points that were not relevant to what I said. You’ll. Get. Sick.” 

“Sorry, let me try again. Number one, you have ten seconds to open the door before I kick it down. How was that babe?” For someone stuck on the other side of a door, waiting to take care of a walking germ factory, it was quite astonishing to hear how peppy JJ was. 

Well; it was decided. It seemed there wasn’t ample room for negotiation, your front door’s life hanging in the balance and all. Knowing she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, you hesitantly re-opened the door, peeking your head into the small open space. “If you could avoid looking at my face, that would be amazing.” 

“Oh shush, I’ve been face to face with a rotting corpse, more than once.” She stepped forward, foot pressing the door more and more ajar until there was enough space for her to slip in, during which you slugged back to the sofa and threw a blanket over your head.

“I’m not sure that was as comforting or reassuring as you wanted it to be.” It was true, comparing one’s likeness to a dead body wasn’t exactly flattering, in fairness, it may have been accurate; nevertheless, it remained a deflating thought.

JJ took her shoes and coat off, knowing where to put them, then walked over to join you, “Show me that face of yours.” She teased, pulling at the blanket. There she sat, next to you - looking stunning as ever - trying to rip away the one shred of dignity you had left. In your books, it seemed a direct declaration of war. 

“Would you stop that!” You pleaded. Too disoriented from the journey to the door and back, there was little fight left in you, making it too easy for the blonde to yank your fortress out of your weak grip, taking the single morsel of pride you had left with it to the floor. 

“There she is!” She beamed.

“I don’t think I like you anymore.” It was the fact your sulking face reached only her chest, warming it with pure adoration, that JJ remained impartial to the comment. Finding it more amusing than hurtful. 

“Well, that’s a shame, because I still like you and I’m not going anywhere. Guess you’ll just have to suffer in silence. Though, knowing you, you always have something to say.” She poked.

Disregarding the bantering jab, a traitorous smile crept onto your lips. The sight of your dishevelled face led you to believe JJ would run for the hills. She didn’t. In fact, she’d taken it upon herself, in her own way, to reassure you she felt the opposite. The declaration stunning you into silence, involuntarily gawking. 

“Are you going to let me look after you now?” She asked, trying not to laugh at the expression written all over your face. “If I get sick, you’ll just have to repay the favour and look after me.” 

“Then I’ll get sick again.” 

“We’ll be in an endless loop of domestic bliss then, won’t we?”

“Sounds heavenly.” You sardonically quibbed, earning yourself a swift elbow to the ribs. For dramatic effect, you let out a loud groan, which by no means did JJ buy, “There’s got to be a rule against that.” rubbing your ‘injured’ side. 

“I didn’t read the new edition of the ‘How to Look After Your Sick Girlfriend’ handbook, I go by the old rules.” She humoured, thinking it was quite a good comeback. Which it was, but she couldn’t know that. “It did mention something about snuggling up on the sofa though.”

Now that was a comeback that warranted appraisal. Unfortunately, in this case, appraisal came in the form of two flushed cheeks and a timid smile, both of which JJ, kindly, chose not to mention. Out-stretched arms guided you down, welcoming you into an embrace you swore had magical healing abilities. 

There was a slim chance of smelling anything – what with having a blocked nasal cavity - yet the sweet aroma of JJ’s hair made it through, whether it was a phantom smell, you didn’t care. Not when slender fingers worked on unbinding your tousled hair, running gentle strokes through stubborn knots that unfurled under her touch, much like you did. 

“You know you didn’t have to come?” The question came from a place of doubt, had the roles been reversed, you knew with certainty, you’d be doing the exact same. Regrettably, logic did nothing to cease your insecurities. 

“In sickness and in health, right?” she softly said, smiling down with so much devolution in her eyes you found yourself battling tears. 

“If you so much as think about proposing to me when I’m in this state, so help me JJ. I will sneeze so hard on you; you won’t see the light of day for weeks.” 

Putting her hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll save the love declaration for another day as well then.” 

But she didn’t. As she diligently re-convened her girlfriend duties, lulling you into a state of tranquillity Buddha would be envious of, rendering your headache near gone, three joyous words didn’t escape your grasps. 

Your eyes fluttered shut; safe in JJ’s arms, a declaration of your own filled the comfortable silence. “I love you too.” 

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[srslyscary]

I saw you asked for ideas to write. I was wondering if you do maybe write a lil imagine/blurb for watching a scary movie with Jiung? Not very inspiring idea but it sounds like a cozy one. Ofc you can totally ignore this lil request. I'm just excited to see more piwon writers.

scary movies

contents/warnings: SFW, slightly ooc, lowercase intended, uses mostly “you” instead of “she”

including: jiung × reader

note: tysm for this request nonnie I’m actually so brain dead … this is such a great idea though! please let me know if this is to your liking! :)

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“baby! found a movie!” your boyfriend called from the living room. you were currently in the bathroom freshening up after a long day. you walked into the living room with your facial band still on and a purple face mask on your face. you frowned at the tv and before looking at jiung with a ‘are you serious’ look.

“ji. I’m just gonna be lowkey.. I don’t think I really wanna watch Spider-Man 3 again.” he looked at you with a rather sarcastic but shocked face. “why not?” he pouted before fixing his face to frown at you.

“we’ve been watching that for the past two days! all because you wanted to avoid watching a scary movie!” you went back into the bathroom, taking off the face mask and washing your dashing thoroughly. “pleaseee? just one more time.” he asked, coming into the bathroom.

“uh uh. we’re going to watch The Conjuring 2 like we planned to 3 days ago!” you chuckled, drying your face and looking at him with a chill smile. you gave him a small kiss on the corner of his lips, and scooted past him out to the living room.

“ji, where’s the remote?” you called, searching the couch and the floor for the remote. “you mean this remote?” jiung comes into the room holding the remote in his hand, waving it in the air. “yes that one, now give it here!”

walking up to him, you reached the remote, quickly grabbing it from his hand and running to the couch. you jumped face first and tucked the remote onto your front side to get away. “hey give me that!” he jumped on top of you, attempting to grab the remote from your own grasp.

“nope! we’re gonna watch The Conjuring!” jiung began tickling you as another attempt to remove the remote from your hands. you giggled, your grip loosening which allowed the remote to be taken. jiung pulled you up and onto him, falling back onto the other side of the couch.

you began to laugh more, looking at him as you raised your upper body up. “hi beautiful.” he smiled at you, holding you up. “I got the remote again.. if you didn’t notice.”

“yes I noticed love.” you sighed, laying on him. “can you play The Conjuring? I’m too tired to move now.” he sighed, finally giving into the movie request. “I guess..”

now you turned towards the tv, ready to watch the movie. you cuddled up against jiung, wrapping your arms around him. he did the same, bracing himself for the terrors he was about to face.

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“hey.. that actually wasn’t that bad.. I thought you said this was a scary movie?” jiung said, chuckling slightly. he jumped a few times during the movie but it wasn’t like he was super terrified. after not getting a response from you, he called for you.

“jagi?” he listened for you again, only to hear your soft snores. “.. wow. you’re asleep.” jiung chuckled again, wrapping his arms around you to secure you in your sleep.

“sleep well beautiful.”

[ahockeywrites]

Shower smut with Trent Frederic🙏🏼

Thank you nonny! As always, smut below the cut on Sundays :)

warnings: explicit!fem reader, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!)

streams of water hit your back as you engulfed yourself in the warm water. steam filled your bathroom as you distracted yourself from the shitty day that you had at work. your nose was filled with the scent of eucalyptus that came from your shower gel.

you scrubbed yourself with your washcloth, removing the exfoliating scrub that you had applied. today was an everything shower and it was everything that you needed. you had given yourself a head massage when you applied your shampoo and your conditioner was sitting in as you did the rest of the steps of the shower.

sweet sounds of your relaxing playlist came through the speaker system in your shower and you were completely distracted as you reached down to start shaving your legs. you were singing along and only noticed that trent was standing behind you when his hands found their way to your hips.

“shit,” you exclaimed, when you realised that someone was standing behind you.

“hi beautiful,” he replied, snaking one of his hands up to cup your breast. two of his fingers found your nipple and began rolling the bud between them. his lips attached themselves to your neck, pressing sweet kisses.

“didn’t have to scare the shit out of me freddy,” you groaned, pushing your hips back into his and feeling his hardening cock.

“don’t call me freddy,” he spun you around in his arms to pout at you, to which you rolled your eyes. “you don’t call me freddy.”

“why can everyone else call you freddy?” you asked as you reached up to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him under the spray of water. trent flinched slightly at the warmth of the water but then remembered that you always came out of your showers bright red and it all made sense now.

“the boys call me freddy, and you’re not one of the boys,” he explained before reaching up to grab your shower gel. you knew he used it because after his post game showers, he smelt exactly like you did.

“why can’t I be one of the boys,” you pushed him slightly out from under the water to take in his whole, toned body. visible abs, biceps for days, hands that made you think sinful thoughts.

“because i wouldn’t do this to one of the boys,” he pressed his lips to yours, nipping and sucking on your lips until you opened your mouth for him. “good girl,” he mumbled against your lips before sliding his tongue into your mouth.

he spun you both around so your ass was pressed against the cold tile, a delicious contrast to the hot body standing over you and the heat building between your legs.

large hands found their way to your ass, gently massaging your cheeks before smacking each of them. an involuntary moan left your lips at each spank but it gave you a great idea.

you pulled away from trent, who was pouting once more, but when he realised what you were about to do, his face changed. you made your way to your knees in front of him and took his cock in your mouth.

your nose brushed his pubic bone as you took deep breaths through your nose. your hands stabilised yourself on his thighs as you started moving back and forth on him and the moms and groans started leaving his mouth as if it was a prayer. he chanted your name as though it was the only thing he could say, that and all the expletives he could think of.

“fuck, beautiful,” he threw his head back to rest against the cool tiles. “just like that,” he coached by resting a hand in your hair. not forcing you down his cock, not in the shower. that was for somewhere else, he thought.

you wanted him in your mouth for as long as he would let you and when he pulled himself out of you, you returned the pouts. your puppy dog eyes were almost enough to convince trent to stick his cock back in your mouth, but it didn’t work well enough.

he dropped to his knees in front of you, encouraging you to stand up. his movements were quick and calculated and somehow he had one of your legs over his shoulder as he leant you against the tiles. the slight stubble he had from not shaving nipped at your inner thighs but it wasn’t a problem. not when his tongue was kitten licking at your wet heat.

“fuck,” you exclaimed, starting to move your hips in tandem with his mouth. trent knew what he was doing, and he knew it. he was a cocky son of a bitch but that led to more orgasms than you could count so it was acceptable.

your eyes squeezed shut as you could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. trent could feel it too and he moved his tongue circle your clit and slipped a calloused finger inside you. your legs began to shake and you started to press more of your weight into trent’s shoulders and the wall.

“ah fuck,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to get as much friction as possible.

“take it baby,” trent spoke as he sped up the movement of his finger inside you, sneaking another one in.

your breaths started to become more shallow and sped up, your head lulled to the side and as your thighs began to clamp trent’s head, you knew you were close. eyes rolled back in your head and then the coil went. it snapped into two, three, a million pieces. you came with a ferocity that you didn’t know could exist.

“fuck sweetheart,” trent stood up and kissed you. the taste of yourself on his lips was sinful and you wanted more of it. you pushed your tongue into his mouth, trying to get more of it.

trent grabbed a hold of the detachable shower head and you knew exactly what he wanted to do. he must have heard you a few nights ago trying the settings on the new shower head he had got. he spun you around in his arms so your back was flush with his hard chest, letting your body rest on his.

“open your legs baby, let’s see how much fun this little toy is,” he growled before turning the temperature down and switching to one of the more powerful settings.

you whimpered as you felt the pressure on your clit, still sensitive after your first orgasm. your body twisted and jerked as trent changed the angle of the shower head to find the one that gave you the most pleasure. it took a few attempts but when he found it, he knew that it wouldn’t take long to bring you to orgasm once more.

he kissed up and down your neck and you didn’t know where to focus. on your boyfriend who was leaving little bites on your neck or on the pressure that was building, deep in your core once more.

“let go sweetheart,” trent whispered in your ear as he increased the pressure on your clit by changing the setting. more whimpers left your mouth and you couldn’t control the babbling. no coherent sentences were formed, just words and gasps.

tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as trent kept you right on the edge for just long enough before he flicked the switch on the shower head, upping the pressure once more. your fingers curled into your palms, leaving crescent moon shapes in the soft skin.

trent watched as your body responded to the change in pressure and how your head rested on his chest as you came for a second time. you were a sight to behold. eyes blown with lust, legs shaking, neck painted with small red marks caused by him. he knew that he would be asking Jake for the box he was hiding for him sooner rather than later.

“t, baby,” you moaned as you felt him pull his cock through your spent pussy. “want more, need more.”

he understood what you meant but reached up to put the shower head back and changed the setting so that it was spraying gentle jets of water over the pair of you.

“i’ve got you, i’ve always got you,” trent reassured you as he twisted you around in his arms. “jump sweetheart.”

you obliged your boyfriend and as if it was rehearsed, he sunk himself into you. your forehead was damp with sweat and water but you didn’t care as trent leant you against the wall and started moving in and out. his movements were hard, fast and controlled and you knew that he had been on the edge for sometime.

you pushed your forehead against his before tilting your head to the side and pressing your lips together. the sound of skin slapping against skin was drowned out by your music and the water but you didn’t care. you were in your boyfriend’s embrace as he pounded into you.

you were certain that there would be tile shaped bruises on your back tomorrow but it was irrelevant. you would just be careful tomorrow, but now, now your eyes were rolling into the back of your head for the final time that night.

your walls constricted around trent’s length and he couldn’t hold back longer. his fingers tugged at the hair at your nape as he finished with groans into your mouth and a few calculated thrusts.

“next time you join me in the shower,” you gasped, “don’t scare the shit out of me.”

[lepusrufus]

Info dump on your latest art when ?

You want?? Info dump?? About my wet rat of a bbygorl??? Oh Nonnie I love you I'm kissing you gently on the forehead also you've made a horrendous mistake <3

I'm so sorry to all my friends I never took seriously about dnd I get it now.

So like. Triell.

This cranky pants here? She's my beloved death domain cleric of Ilmater which I know sounds counterintuitive but hold on. She's part of this small sect of the church that's seen very poorly by both the regular person and fellow worshippers of Ilmater because they got the oh so great fortune of communicating with their god via receiving directions to where disasters are about to happen (be it wars or natural disasters or anything in between) so they can offer aid. So people tend to assume they cause these as opposed to simply going there to warn and help.

They're also all for necromancy (hence the domain), which probably doesn't help the reputation, and make a very strict distinction between the living and the dead. Their logic is a bit callous to be honest, saying that they're heading somewhere where there are about to be quite a few corpses laying around so they might as well use them to protect the living. It's fine and dandy until they resurrect a dead parent to act as a meat shield for their still living child you know. But I mean. It's efficient. Still not a good look tho. (You can probably imagine that Kelemvor and his worshippers hate these guys' guts lol)

But I could make a whole post about beliefs and rites of the sect so anyway.

Triell. She's originally from Menzo but eventually got out of there only to be captured by some particularly nasty duergar for a decade or two, which left her with an incredible disdain for shackles and being locked up and ever returning to the Underdark really. In comes Bellra, already a member of the sect, sent there to warn about what would soon be the collapse of a mine that would have a pretty devastating domino effect on that whole community, but she did manage to get a few people out of there, Triell included, who ended up joining her on her travels.

Yeah they want each other. No they refuse to act on it bc their whole purpose is continuing to walk into situations that might as well become their graves. Yes they're disasters.

At this point Triell is a pretty decent cleric on her own and travels to wherever she's sent, but unlike Bellra who's definitely the more likable and charming of the two, Triell tends to be pretty cynical and angry about being seen as the cause of something she actually wants to try and prevent or at least mitigate to the best of her abilities.

Also her most favorite food is mushroom stew

I guess you can take the drow out of the Underdark but you can't take the Underdark out of the drow

Anyway I'm forever rotating them in my head like a microwave and I can't wait to actually put her in a campaign I even bought a set of dice (my first set of dice!) to match her aesthetic aaaa

And a huge hug to @thehomelybadger and @zabouncer for sitting in a call with me while I was creating her and helping me out with ideas truly the best enablers xD

[darkfictionjude]

I think some people who want Crowny to have a crush for Sally, doesn't realise how utterly devastating or toxic the love between family members and siblings. A sibling who been their from the start and should know every aspect of you so how could they treat in a way that is not befitting to you? Of course they know that the way that their way of treating them is right because they know you as much as you know yourself.

I think you hit the nail on the head!

To those who like that idea it sounds great and forbidden on paper but psychologically it would be devastating. Shame, self loathing, fear, doubt all go into that. It won’t be sexy because not only is Sally their brother but also their father. If I did that I would be making Crowny suffer, it would not be pretty and if Sally knew it would make him distance himself. Like I don’t want to torture Crowny THAT much

Although nonnie I got a bit confused at the end 😭 you worded it in a way that confused me I guess because you switched pronouns and POVs but I get the main aspect of your message