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hello can you please do my silly sploinkle? Tysm :))))))

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Kimetsu Gakuen Nezuko with a lil French beret :3

Ty Anon! I love fashion, and it made me feel pretty cool drawing this.

Sorry it isn't digital, my fingers were shaking too much, so getting a stable line was out of the question. (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠)

I hope you like it tho! Thank you so much for requesting!

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Hiya I have a request if they're open?? I don't see the status rn so if they're closed feel free to ignore <3

Chuuya x ability user reader who can copy abilities and uses his own ability against him by using gravity manipulation to fuck him harder pls and tyyy!!

I’ve written one where chuuya used his own ability to make reader fuck him harder haha, that was fun >:)

Dom!AbilityUser!reader x sub!chuuya

Warning: chuuya tries to dom, pegging (I use dick), teasing, brat taming (?), dacryphilia

Sometimes you two would change positions and you’d let him top you, just to fed into his ego. And more often than not you’d also tease him until he succumbs, eyes teary as he lets you take over. Not today, he didn’t want things to go your way again.

That’s why he straddled your lap, binding your wrists together behind his waist, pinning you to the bed while looking all smug. “This time, you have to match my pace.” He snarled, thinking he got the upper hand and was in charge. What could you do in such a situation anyway? Tied up with no way to move, since he’s using his body weight on you. It might not be much, but it’s still pretty difficult if he’s pressing down on your stomach.

“You want to ride me? Go on then, pretty boy.” You appeared nonchalant, as if all this didn’t bother you. Instead, you grabbed his butt and leaned closer. Chuuya gritted his teeth, yelping when he felt you squeeze his ass. “Stop it, don’t do anything. I tell you what to do.” Then he slapped your hand away, face heating up while he slowly lowers himself into your lap. “Oh my, feisty. Alright, I’ll be obedient then.” You joked, laughing a little. He didn’t take that joke well, frowning as he grabbed your collar, groaning, “You better be.”

It took a moment until he managed to press your dick against his rim, and it took even longer until he got the tip in. “Nghh… w-would you look at that, feeling nervous already?” The boy taunted you, grinning and arching his back. His hands clutched your shoulders for support then he slowly sat down. “Should I be?” You said, then tried to move his body around to no avail. “H-hah..! See? I’m in control now.” He commented and took the entire length in. ”mhm..! Damn it.” Chuuya gasped, clenching around you tightly. He has taken you countless times, but his hole still needs time to get used to it. “Do you have difficulties? I can always take over.” You reminded him, smiling innocently. Those advances you make are signs that you have no cards up your sleeves anymore, it’s a good thing. Even so… Is this how you feel whenever he acts out with you or talk back? Was he as annoying as you right now?

“No need, I can get off on my own.” He proudly proclaimed and moved his hips, riding you diligently. No matter what you say, he wasn’t going to let your words sway him. As things progressed, his moans got louder and higher each time he bounces on top of you. He also didn’t hold his voice back, as if to rub more salt into the Injurie, basically telling you that he was doing just fine without your help. What a childish boy, should you entertain him some more or finally get to business?

The way he was so proud, as if he just achieved something amazing was adorable. You were looking forward to the face he’d make once the tables turn. Curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed his butt again while he has mid-air. The male immediately stopped moving and furrowed his brows, scoffing, “are you trying that same trick again?” He had a faint blush on his cheeks, otherwise he wasn’t that ruined yet.

”no, rather, I’m showing you a little trick.” You chuckled and leaned over to his face. For a moment he thought you were going to kiss him, instead you looked over his shoulder and pushed. He didn’t know what happened, but he instantly slumped back in your lap. The tip hit a sweet spot inside him, causing him to whine loudly, “ahHGhHnn..!! W-wait, stop!” Chuuya yelled, crying out from the pleasure. “What did you d-do..?!” This wasn’t good, you were messing up his plans again.

With a swift movement, you easily raised him up and down. Manhandling him with no troubles even though you were still tied up. He couldn’t do anything but groan and whine while you continued to make him ride you. “NghHh.. f-fuck, ah, feels good- no, wait! Y-y/n.?!” Tears were rolling down his cheeks now, and his gaze was filled with desperation. He was begging you quietly. “What is? Oh, perhaps you don’t need my help?” You said, despite knowing what he wanted the most in that moment. “I-I… how did you hmMnhg d-do that anyway..?” Chuuya stayed resilient while drool flowed down his chin, at the same time his body was still getting toyed with by you. “Did you forgot about my ability? My, I expected a bit more from you, sweetheart.” You teased, then rest your chin on the nook of his shoulder. He was arching his back and leaned back, while you kept leaning closer to him. Ability, you said. Was there something importan- yea, there was. You had a copy ability, one that allows you to copy another ability user’s ability for a set time limit. So you must have copied his ability. Is that why it feels so intense whenever you fuck into him, are these the effects of gravity manipulation? “T-that’s cheating… hahH~” He mumbled, looking to the side due to the humiliation. How could he miscalculate so bad to forget about that? Next time he should get some nullifying handcuffs.

“Oh dear, are you sure about that?” You asked him while continuously bucking up into him, or making him go up and down on you. That previously arrogant and confident attitude soon got swayed away and replaced with a helpless one. Your cock repeatedly hit his prostate, enough to make the strength leave his body and causing him to slump against your chest.

Each time you buried yourself deep inside him he’d let out a high pitched yelp, glaring at you before avoiding eye contact again. “What’s this? Surrendering already?” Now you were the one to tease him, reminding him of these embarrassing things. “I’m n-not. You… nGhhh, enjoy while you c-can hmNHgg!!” Even though it was a threat, you laughed through it. For you all of this was only empty promises and games anyway.

Then you looked over his shoulder, staring at his butt and how your hands are guiding his body. Something about watching your dick appear and disappear was so erotic that you couldn’t stop. His cries filled the room, echoing in your head, showing you who much he actually likes it if he wasn’t putting on a show. That pretty face of his was all red and wet with tears, eyes rolling back whenever you fuck him especially hard. His hair also bounced around with every thrust, more and more lewd moans slipping from those rosy lips.

It was fun watching him change up like that, which is why you whispered into his ear, “I’m looking forward to your next antics.”

[ajortga]

(over) protective

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: jenna has never let you out of her sight after she almost lost you, even during the most unnecessary times.

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: little angst, mentions of blood, injuries, near character death? knives, kidnapping mentions, mostly fluff after the parts inspired by a good girl's guide to murder pass, jenna being a silly girl

based off request! the start was a little rushed:(

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Where r goes missing for a month and when she was found somewhere kidnapped or smthng Jenna has been so very very VERY protective of r and has NEVER let r out of her sight. Thats all tyyy

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Most likely dead.

That’s the word Jenna couldn’t stop hearing on the news once the 72 hour mark hit on the news. 

Dead, dead, dead. 

She couldn’t bear it, it made her stomach stir wildly, her breath quickening like she just ran a 20k race. 

The first three days a person goes missing is the most important, as those hours go up, the likelihood of a person being found decreases.

The likelihood of you being found decreases by a landslide each time Jenna sees the clock hit another hour, anxiety filling her belly even though it was filled enough.

She wishes that she would have noticed the signs sooner. You weren’t home for four hours after going to run some errands.

You said it would be quick.

Jenna just brushed it off that you took some time off for yourself for that time, maybe got a massage. You always did that. She wished that she would have called you instead of texted you the first hour you were gone. You always answer her calls, maybe then she would’ve noticed that something was wrong. If you didn’t answer, you’d call her back just a little moment after.

She wished that she would've noticed that something was wrong when the signs were right in front of her.

Sweat dripped down her forehead during those 3 nights. 3 nights of restless movements and praying that you would be okay. What would she do if you weren’t? No, Jenna couldn’t think like that. She hoped that you just decided to get time to yourself for a while, she really hoped that would be the case. 

The police came with little solutions. It was likely that you ran away or got kidnapped. Jenna couldn’t bear to hear the second part if evidence supported it. 

Endless ticks of the clock were slow, yet as slow as they were, she hoped that it could mean that you could be found faster since the clock was ticking so slowly. But it just wasn’t like that.

72 hours turns into a week. Then 3. And by the time Jenna feels like she’s going to mentally kill herself, she finds out. As soon as the sheriffs send her a call, she’s busting out of her apartment, going speeds that would get her a ticket, two if she were lucky.

The police had told her you were kidnapped. They had gotten a lead when your girlfriend told them that you went out for some errands. They traced back to the security footage that was available. They searched all stores that could possibly have a slither of Sure enough, after a few days of waiting, footage from multiple stores were sent back. 

Replays and replays. The day when your body was found is when he found you, about to enter your car after stuffing bags of groceries. A strong pair of arms dragging you away as they shoved chemicals, most likely chloroform into your mouth.

But who was he? Who was this man that dragged you away as your kicks and struggles lessened, your eyes rolling back when you began to pass out?

The killer was masked, but they weren’t slick enough, of course when they drove away, they were stupid enough (Jenna was so glad for this) to drive a licensed car that belonged to them.

They may have found the killer, but it would take even longer to find you.

How the hell did it take them a month to be able to find you? That’s 10 times as much as 72 hours.

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You were found, unconscious and limp in a secluded area 25 minutes away from the city. You were taped against the wall so you couldn't move. Fresh looking bloody wounds and gashes littered all over your body. Even the police couldn’t recognize you with the blood covering your shaking figure. 

The body they found was cold, starved, maybe a cracker or two per meal, you were so malnourished.

It was scary. So so scary. As soon as Jenna came to the scene, she was sobbing. Sobbing because a part of her thought you would die.

The building was small, gray, locked doors and broken windows. You had tried to get out, police told her from how the upper windows were shattered. But as soon as you did, you were dragged back. Duct taped even further against poles surrounding you, a rope barely strangling you, a knife sinking through every piece of untouched skin so you were in too much agony to move. They caught your kidnapper. Caught him before he could escape or hurt anyone else. If he was the cause of a disappearance for someone else, there would be someone like Jenna, hopeless and scared. Jenna was too tired and terrified to feel glad. But someone wouldn’t have to live through what Jenna did for a month, someone wouldn’t have to live like you did for a month.

“Oh my god!” The brunette girl wailed as she pushed out of medics' ways, seeing your pale body against a stretcher. “Y/N,” she cried, cupping your blood-stained face with her hands. “Wake up, it’s okay! I’m here.” 

An oxygen mask was covering your face, helping you breathe properly. This was the first time in weeks you were able to breathe fresh air. You couldn’t get proper airflow from how tightly your kidnapper tied tape around your neck. Your eyes barely open, catching a blurry sight of your girlfriend, her tears dripping on your teared up sweater before fluttering closed again.

“You can’t go,” you hear, before you nod off.

-

Jenna found out that your kidnapper was an obsessive and mentally insane fan of hers. He tracked you down as soon as he found out she was off limits and admitted he was planning to kill you. She didn’t even know how he tracked you, must’ve waited till paparazzi released photos and moved to the area nearby.

It made her sweat and stir with guilt, knowing that it was her fault that you could’ve been in massive danger. You were in massive danger, just saved at the right time. It might haunt her for years.

When you wake up, bright hospital lights greet you as you make a surprised and weak groan. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is those freckles you know all too well, cupping your cheeks as you whine from the sting of the cuts.

She’s rubbing your cheeks, caressing your neck, ruffling your hair, looking down at you with worried eyes. You feel as though she might cry when she’s shaking your body. “Y/N? Baby, are you awake?” 

“Mhh,” you mumble, squinting around the room as the steady monitor of your heart beeps through your ears.

“Hey, stop moving.” Jenna gently pushes you back onto the bed as your eyes look around in confusion. “Fuck, you scared me so badly,” she sniffles, wiping her tears as she grips onto your hand tightly. “I thought you died.”

If you two weren’t in this situation, you’d think it’s cute and silly how protective she was over you. But she was right, you could’ve died. You were trapped in a room with a kidnapper that wanted to kill you. The smallest windows, doors that were locked shut, and your vision was taken away from you most of the time, except when he fed you. It was basically crackers and the littlest amount of water. He fed you a little more when the two week mark hit, when you were basically a ragdoll.

The terrifying moments that would flash into your mind, creep into your dreams and turn your slumber into a nightmare would haunt you for months. Even when you managed to get out, he found you and hurt you so badly that you couldn’t move anymore. 

Jenna could tell you weren’t trying to show her you were scared. You didn’t want to make her more worried. 

"I'm never letting you leave my sight again."

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When you got discharged from the hospital, Jenna made sure to stick with you wherever you went. 

As you make a tiny grunt and reach for the sugar on the top shelf, Jenna shrieks. “Nope! Not happening, I can get it.” She says, beginning to grab a big ass ladder from outside.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s necessary.. I can get it, you’re shorter than me and it’ll take a lot more work-”

Jenna comes back from the hallway, carrying a big ladder with her tiny hands, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she places it on the floor tile. She begins to climb up and grab the sugar. “You need to rest that body.”

You sigh, “Baby, I’m a month healed-”

“Are your injuries fully healed?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Well.. No but the doctor said-”

“Then I’m not letting you overstretch a single muscle, we can’t let those stitches rip, baby. Cuddles are the only exception.”

You roll your eyes, let her take the win on this one.

-

“I’m gonna go get us some watermelon! It’s hot, be right back!” You call out, grabbing your keys as you turn to go to open the door, except your girlfriend is already there.

“Nuh uh, not happening. Let’s go.” She says, extending her hand out to you for you to hold. You look at her with a confused expression, “Baby, we already have kiwi, I can go by my-” She interrupts you, “No, the last time you went to go out, you didn’t fucking come back for a month from that psycho. We are going together, I don’t care about kiwis right now. I care that if someone were to kidnap you, they’d have to go through me first.” Jenna pulls out a pair of boxing gloves from her tote bag.

“Where the hell did you get those?”

“On set! So I can defend you and don’t have to scratch my arms in the process.”

A deep breath leaves your lips as she shakes her hand, impatient to feel yours in hers. “Fine, you win. But don’t be upset if a kidnapper manages to take off those boxing gloves within seconds and take your short body away.”

She huffs, tugging your arm to the grocery store.

-

“Aliyah?” You blink, looking at the younger Ortega in your apartment. “What are you doing here?” You itch a bandaid as she plays with her hair.

“Jenna said I have to play bodyguard,” she says, shaking her head. “This girl had to film and didn’t want you to be alone.”

Your nose twitches.

“I could’ve just driven to your house, I don’t want us to both get kidnapped,” you joke.

Aliyah snorts, “I did think about that, but Jenna said no cause she didn’t want you to be in danger if you get into your car and somehow you get taken away.”

That’s just Jenna. Jenna Ortega. Sometimes you feel as if you should feel a little annoyed when she never lets you go alone anywhere. But you never can, you’re way too in love to be frustrated at your baby. If anything, it gives you an excuse to cling to her everywhere you go without being told off.

“You wanna bake?”

Aliyah looks at the kitchen as she shrugs, “Sure. Then I can tell Jenna we wanted to have a heating pan to defend ourselves and decided to bake while we were at it.”

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"He looks suspicious." Your girlfriend says, taking a step forward and making sure you're behind her while she glares daggers at the man.

Sometimes you wish she was taller, because right now, she looks like a child you're babysitting.

She leans back a little too hard onto your front and you wince.

"Shit, I'm sorry. Shh, I'm sorry." She says with a frown, softly rubbing your healing wounds against your stomach.

"Baby, I think he's just staring because you have a butterfly knife out and about, looking like you're going to murder him." You admit, gesturing to the knife that was point sided up.

"That could be a reason. But I will fight if he comes near!"

"Jenna, we're standing in front of an entrance for a coffee shop. The poor man just wants to get coffee."

The freckled cheek girl turns to see what you're talking about and notices the glass door behind you two. "Oh shit."

You drag her wrist gently as you two step to the side, you give the man an empathetic smile. He nervously looks at Jenna and runs into the coffee shop.

"Why are you still staring at that man? And put that knife away!" You smack her arm lightly as she goes "Hey!" and closes the knife.

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“Jenna, do you seriously have to be in the same stall as me while we go to the bathroom?” You say quietly, looking up at her as she stares at you intently while you do your business. “Hey, no eyes here, invasion of privacy. Couldn’t you have waited right outside the stall?”

Her freckled nose wrinkles, “And risk someone grabbing you from behind?” She waddles to the wall behind the toilet as she knocks. “I’m 500% sure that this wall can slide and someone is just waiting to take my baby, not happening!”

“Jen-” you sigh, a grin spreading across your lips, “At this point, I think you’re just making an excuse to stare at me pee.”

She gasps sarcastically, making a pfft noise. “Oh yeah, for sure. I just love watching you go to the bathroom in this cramped stall.” She mocks, her cheeks a little red.

“I know, I must be a beauty.”

You hear the restroom door open as you flush. “Dude, I don’t even think you can fit with me in here. It's so small. ”

Jenna rolls her eyes, an annoyed whine escaping her lips. “Well, it is a little tight in here.”

As you two exit the stall, a lady waiting in line looks at you both with a grimace. Confusion lingers in her features before you can tell that she’s thinking something different than what actually happened. The faucet turns on as cold water and bubbly soap cleanses your scarred hands. You giggle at the picture of that weirded-out look the poor lady gave you two. After you shut it off, you pull Jenna closer and cup a hand against her ear, whispering, “I think the person that was waiting in line thinks we just had sex in that stall.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

For the Halloween prompts I just wanted to ask for -

10. “I don’t think anyone has told Death to ‘fuck off’ as much as you have.” / “Well I’m not ready yet and you keep coming right when things get good.”

With Spencer Reid

Tyyy <3

Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy Spencer as Death <3 Request a prompt here if you haven’t yet!

“You cannot keep doing this.” You mutter as you lay in bed, eyes partially open as you spot the figure at your door.

“Doing what?” He asks, and you sit up rolling your eyes.

Maybe it isn’t wise, to taunt him. He can end it all now if he wanted, you’ve never been particularly wise when it came to him anyway.

He stands at the door, imposing and you guess a little scary but you’ve done this song and dance before.

Darkness follows him, a long shadow that defies the sun and forms a circle around his feet.

His head is covered, but he doesn’t have the long sickle all his cartoon counterparts have.

“You need to leave.” You grumble, kicking your sheets off and standing.

“So do you,” he sounds a little amused. You’re not. He always does this. At your huff, he smiles, it’s not an actual smile, but he relaxes against your doorframe and his lips ticks up a tad.

“I don’t think anyone has told Death to ‘fuck off’ quite as much as you have, love.”

You shrug, “Well I’m not ready yet and you keep coming when things get good.”

Death shrugs back at you. “I don’t really wait on anyone, do I?”

“You keep waiting for me don’t you?” He stands fully, coming closer to you, it makes your smug demeanor falter just a little.

“How abouts we make a deal?”

You frown, “A deal with Death doesn’t sound pleasing to the living.”

He smiles for real this time, his face brightening a tad. “You’re on borrowed time, sweetheart. I’ll give you three more years, and then on this exact date you’ll leave with me finally.”

You hum, nibbling on your lip. “Three years of no visits? Three years of me living completely without you looming near?”

Death rolls his eyes, “You make me sound like a creep. But yes, you can do whatever you like, can even risk your safety but I’ll only come threes years from now.”

You nod, “Do we have to shake on it?”

He shakes his head, “If you touch me this entire deal was worthless.”

You nod again, “I guess I’ll see you around, Death.”

He moved out of your room, “Be careful, mortal.” Then he’s gone.

[kykyonthemoon]

hiiiiii i love the stories you make. Can you please make rafayel x ballerina reader where reader gets taken care of by rafayel after accidently twisting her ankle during practice?? tyyy 💗💗💗💗💗

Dear Anon-san,

Thank you so much for your request. I also apologize that it took a while to finally get to you. Hope you enjoy this piece, and I'm looking forward to your continued support <3

His Little Ballerina

── .✦ Rafayel x Female Reader|MC

── .✦ Tags: soft, sweet, physical hurt/comfort, fluff, healing, reader is a ballerina

── .✦ Word count: over 1k

── .✦ Ky Ky's note: This is also my first fic after being accepted into oracleofstars network. Yay!!!

── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic

When he came to pick you up at the hospital, Rafayel's face was already so pale.

Long story short, he had just received a text from you stating that you were at a hospital near your place and needed a ride home. You had accidently fallen while executing a simple pirouette, causing your ankle to twist. Rafayel crossed his arms as he watched you sit there with a swollen ankle, his countenance confusing..

"You can yell at me after you drop me off, okay?" You said. But he did not seem any content. You knew he was genuinely concerned about you, especially after he told you over and over that you were unable to practice ballet right away since you were still a bit unwell.

He had met you for the first time after your play. While everyone was praising your charm, Rafayel was the only one who pointed out the problem with your ankle.

For a Lemurian, witnessing your struggle while dancing reminded him of the agony a merman must go through when he abandons his tail to learn to walk on land. 

Therefore, you totally understood his response when he saw you were constantly getting injured on the practice floor. You did not defy Rafayel, but you felt awful for causing him so much tension.

“You only listen to me when you're in trouble, right?”

Even though he grumbled, Rafayel helped you up, holding your bag and pointe shoes on one shoulder. When he saw your few struggling steps, he winced. Then, he leant down and picked you up. 

"Eh? Rafael?! Put me down.”

Your face turned red. However, Rafayel continued to carry you in his arms and walk away. He said:

"You heard what the doctor said; from now on, you must rest and let me care for you. That means I shall become your legs.”

“But… Is it necessary to carry me like this? You can just give me a piggyback ride…”

Rafayel shook his head: “I won't do so. Carrying you like that would make me seem no less like a turtle!”

You sighed and gave up. You allowed Rafayel to take you to the hospital gate in front of a large crowd. You felt so embarrassed while he kept that serious expression on his face.

You expected him to stop carrying you after you left the hospital, but Rafayel walked instead of calling a taxi. You rolled your eyes and asked:

“Are you going to carry me all the way home?”

Rafayel took a short peek at you before returning his attention to the road ahead. “Your place is nearby. We can walk home.”

You shifted your body somewhat uncomfortably. Rafayel's arms closed around you even more. You nestled myself into his neck and whispered: "People are looking..."

At that moment, a child who had just left the candy store noticed you and Rafayel. She asked:

“Miss! Are you a princess?”

Rafayel's footsteps slowed down a bit so the child could keep up. That was when you discovered you were still wearing your tutu with a flared skirt. People from the studio took you to the hospital; however, because they were busy and knew Rafayel was on his way, they departed right away. 

"So, you must really be a princess to be carried like that, right?" The small girl inquired innocently again. 

Rafayel came to a complete halt. He grinned at her and said:

"Correct, kiddo. She is a princess.”

You used a hand to hit him on the shoulder and said to the child:

"No, no. It's not true. I'm not a princess..."

But it seemed that the child ignored those words. She noticed your twisted ankle and asked:

“Is Her Highness injured?” 

"Yup." Rafayel responded on your behalf. “She just fought a terrible monster, and it injured her ankle.”

The child's eyes were glowing, as if she really believed Rafayel's narrative. She spoke again:

"What a pity! So you came to rescue the princess? Are you her prince?”

Your cheeks felt heated. Perhaps it was because the sun beamed in this way. You were ready to urge Rafayel to stop teasing the child, but perhaps he, too, was caught up in this fabricated setting. 

“A prince? I am not a prince.”

“So who are you?”

Rafayel smirked, he said while looking at you, as if those words were just for your:

“I am the God of the Sea. I am her God of the Sea."

“Whoaaaaaa!” The child cheered, and you held your breath as you caught Rafayel smile at you. The sunshine appeared to cast an aura over him. You could only adore him silently, fearing that a single breath might cause him to vanish. 

At that moment, the girl's mother summoned her back. She placed a little bag of sweets on your lap, atop your flowery skirt, and declared:

"For you, Your Highness. Perhaps you need them more than I do. I pray Your Highness gets better soon!"

After saying that, she ran away. You just had time to say thank you, almost like a shout behind her.

Rafayel grinned all the way home, and you felt happy with simply a bag of sugary treats. You poked his cheek.

"See how delighted you are. She handed me candies; you won't be getting any of them!"

“So unfair!” Rafayel yelled as he kept strolling down the pavement while holding you in his arms. “I'm having a hard time carrying you home. How come you're so blind to see it?”

“Then why did you walk home instead of taking a taxi?” You softly pinched his face and noted the way he pouted.

“I'm exhausted, and dehydrated. Yet you're far from being gentle with me after all!”

You giggled and replied, “You just told that kid I am a princess. So you must serve me in the next few days, right?”

Rafayel did not respond. You figured he was reluctant to confess you had him in the palm of your hand, even if this was not something new for either of you.

“If you stay silent, it means you agree.” You said cheerfully. “Come on, my God of the Sea! I want to go home and have seafood for dinner!” 

Rafayel exhaled. “I give you an inch, you will take the whole yard.” However, he still smiled pleasantly. The afternoon sun imprinted both of you on the road, while your shadow just kissed his, on the cheek.

Mood board from my photo in game & Pinterest.

[mell0wjello]

oooh hello!!! i saw that your requests were open? i love your writing it's so nice and always makes me kick my legs and giggle wghsjsjsksk so i was wondering if you could write a cute fluff and maybe slightly steamy thing with poly adeuce and reader, where ace gets a lil bit jealous seeing reader and deuce making out and wants to have a turn too, or anything that involves sharing? it's okay if you're not comfy with poly, just separate hcs is also fine :3 kay thank youuu 🤍🤍🤍

ANON TYSMM <33 I've actually thought about writing some poly but i wasn't sure how to go about it. This is so helpfulll tyyy

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Ace arrived sulking to Heartslabyul. He had just spent his entire afternoon stuck in Trein's detention after he got caught dozing off in his class for the 3rd time this week. Detention was too long and too boring so the first thing he wanted to do was find you and Deuce, who barely got away. Ace peeked his head inside the lounge but surprisingly, no one was there save for a couple of other students. How about the kitchen? Trey was there, but Deuce and the prefect were not.

"Trey, have you seen Deuce or the prefect?" Ace asked his upperclassman

Trey looked up from the bowl of cream he was mixing in his hands and replied,

"Hmm," he murmured, trying to recall if he'd seen the pair of troublemakers around.

"I believe I saw them heading up to the rooms." Answered Trey with a smile. Ace's face lit up.

"Alright! Thanks, Trey!" Ace chirped happily

"Oh! By the way Ace, I've been meaning to ask, are you, the prefect, and Deuce-" Trey began, but Ace had already taken for the spiraling staircases. He could only sigh as he continued whipping the cream for the upcoming Unbirthday party.

Ace went up the stairs that led to the corridor. He looked inside his room but found that the pair he was looking for wasn't there. He walked over to Deuce's room and noticed that the door was open ever so slightly. Faint laughter and voices could be heard inside. Ace walked up to it suspiciously and peeked through the crack.

Ace could hear voices inside, it was Deuce and the Prefect! Ace decided to creak the door a little further so he could see what they were up to. Through his limited view, Ace could see two familiar figures were on the bed. Deuce was at the edge of the bed, lying down as the prefect peppered his neck and face in kisses, eliciting flustered but encouraging noises from the blue-haired boy. Were they having so much fun while he was holed up in detention all day? He deserved a fun time after such a boring day too.

A couple of knocks sounded on the door. Ace heard as the room quieted down, and a couple of footsteps approached the door. Soon, the Prefect's face popped out of the room. They looked around, but no one seemed to be there. As they were closing the door, they gasped as a pair of arms lifted them into the air. Ace was hiding in the corner and saw the perfect opportunity to surprise them. Ace leaned in to their bite their neck, making sure to make smug eye contact with Deuce who was startled on the bed. The Prefect jolted and demanded with weak authority,

"Ace! Put me down!" Ace laughed as he not-so gently threw them on the bed next to Deuce, who also protested with the Prefect.

“What? You guys were having fun without me, why shouldn’t I join in too?” Ace said, crawling onto the bed.

“Couldn’t you have barged in with a little more decency?” Asked Deuce, who was only slightly annoyed by Ace’s sudden entrance. Ace shook his head and spoke,

“That’s only half the fun! Seeing your reactions was totally worth it. Besides,” He leaned into the prefect sitting next to him,

“You were keeping them all to yourself”

“Oh, I see.” The perfect understood, leaning closer to the orange-haired boy.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” They said knowingly, causing Ace to completely lose his cocky facade.

Deuce joined in with the perfect,

“Is that why you’re acting up?” He flashed a lofty smile he had stolen from Ace

“No! I’m not-“ Ace was cut off by Deuce’s lips pressing up against his. He could feel a pair sneaking hands go around his waist to feel him up and down. On his ear, he could hear the Prefects voice whispering,

“If you were lonely, you could’ve told us”

Aces response was muffled and lost inside of Deuce’s throat.

“What was that?” The spade pulled away to let him answer

“I was not-“ Ace gasped as teeth sunk into his neck and sucked harshly. Deuce joined in too, kissing along his jaw.

Ace tried to formulate words, but all that escaped his mouth simply dug him a deeper hole.

“Don’t worry Ace,” the Prefect said, becoming more generous with their touch.

“We’ll make sure you feel plenty loved.”

[pedrithink]

celebrity ✩ pedri gonzález

request: hey, love your works a lot❣️ could you maybe do a social media fic where news report that pedri is dating this very famous celebrity and everyone is like :00 how?? but also WOW!! ;;; tyyy <33

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[httpsdana]

hey i love your work so much! hopefully your taking in requests! so pau cubarsi x fem reader. can reader be lamine’s twin sister or any player’s younger sister? tyy

prompt: 56, 65,71

something along the lines of reader has a nightmare and is in a hotel with all the barca players and their family/wags. her neighbour is pau and somehow lamine finds out. but not too much angst when lamine finds out. hopefully this makes sense tyyy

Comfort~Pau Cubarsi

*pictures are from Pinterest*

idk why my fics are not getting likes like before :( anyways i hope you enjoy this one @mxryxmfooty <3

request from here

master list

players/drivers I write for

56-"mate, that's my sister!"

65-"I am sorry for waking you like a child, but I believe I just had a nightmare."

71-"stay with me tonight."

The barca team had a match away from home, and after that match they would have a small vacation.

So most of the players had brought their families with them, sleeping in separate rooms because of the rules the coach has put.

y/n, being Lamine's twin sister, had arrived with him to the hotel. None of her family members travelled with her so she would enjoy her vacation with her brother and his friends.

She was looking forward to having fun, especially with her boyfriend, Pau, who was her brother's closest mate. Lamine didn't know about the two dating, but they wanted to keep it a secret for a while before telling him.

*Time Skip*

Dark. All she could see was pure darkness. Until she heard a voice behind her. She slowly turned around, only for something to jump out on her, she was pushed back falling more into darkness.

y/n wakes up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, and takes a few deep breaths to calm herself down. As she looks around the dimly lit room, she notices the familiar surroundings of the hotel.

Her hands were shaking, as she got up quickly and turned on the lights. Suddenly she felt vulnerable in her her room. She hugged Pau's hoodie, that she was wearing, closer to her body.

She paused momentarily, her thoughts tangled up as she thought what she was going to do. She knew she couldn't sleep alone anymore, so she let out a sigh opening the door of her room and walking down the hallway.

She made sure no one from the team's staff saw her, before she knocked on Pau's door. She hugged herself tightly, waiting for him.

After a while, he opened the door. His hair messy and eyes barely open. When he saw her face expressions, his looks shifted to worry.

"is everything okay princess?" his soft voice said.

"I am sorry for waking you like a child, but I believe I just had a nightmare." she said, her voice low as her arms tightened around her body

Pau smiled sadly at her, pulling her in his room.

"how about you stay with me tonight?" he mumbled, making her smile

"if that doesn't get you in trouble?" she asked

"no one has to know" he closed the door behind them, pulling her onto his bed

His arms wrapped around her cold body, pulling her closer to his warm one. They laid in silence, Pau occasionally pressing kisses on the top of her head.

"are you in this room alone?" she asked, knowing that they usually share with another player

"Lamine was with me. but he went to Fermin's room to play Fifa and he texted me saying he's gonna sleep there. so don't worry" he reassured her, making her snuggle deeper into his chest

"are you gonna tell me about the nightmare?" he asked. She let out a sigh, shaking her head.

"I'm just so tired and I want to sleep next to you" she mumbled into his chest.

He hummed, kissing her temple. Their moment was interrupted by the door of the room opening. y/n jumped out of Pau's arms as she saw Lamine standing there, looking at them with shock on his face

"mate, that's my sister!" he said, pointing at me while looking at Pau

"Lamine please. can you hear what we have to say" y/n said, exhaustion evident in her voice.

Lamine noticed her tiredness, so he nodded and sat down on his bed next to Pau's

"We're dating. we have been for a few months. But we wanted to see if we would progress before telling you, so your friendship doesn't end because of me. I'm sorry if you're mad but we really were gonna tell you soon" she said, while Lamine nodded his head.

"I'm glad you were honest with me now, though i would've preferred to know sooner. I'm happy for you two" he smiled, making both of them smile

"you said you're sleeping at Fermin's though?" Pau said, making Lamine actually remember why he came

"oh yes, I just wanted to grab my charger. don't worry in giving you two your privacy" he winked, making them chuckle.

He grabbed his charger and said good night before leaving the room.

y/n let out a sigh and buried her head in Pau's neck. She pressed few soft kisses on his neck, before speaking.

"that aged well. I'm happy he didn't get mad" she said, not removing her face from his neck

"me too. that could've been way worse" he chuckled.

y/n removed her face from his neck, looking into his gorgeous green eyes. She smiled at him, leaning down and connecting their lips.

When she pulled away, Pau gave her his charming toothy smile.

"I love you Pau. good night" she said, resting her head back on his chest

"I love you more y/n. good night baby" he whispered, pressing a few kisses on her forehead.

[sl-vega]

Hi there! Recently stumbled upon your Hiori piece (I Don’t Know Much, But I Know I Want You) and Oh. My. Gosh. It’s amazing!! The story was so cute and I also love the little Karasu interactions you threw in; it matches their characters so well and it’s so well written! If you ever feel motivated or inspired to do so, I’d love to see where you’d take the piece in a part 2! No pressure of course, I just think that seeing how they’d interact in your writing would be really awesome. Currently on my way to binge read every other work of yours; I love your writing style o7

Thanks for reading my ask and have a lovely day!! :)

˚୨୧⋆｡ MALL MEET CUTES

part one // part two

pairing: Hiori Yo x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot, classmates to lovers, friends to lovers (?), pre-bluelock au/canon compliant

synopsis: hiori is still pretty damn smitten when it comes to you, so like the lovesick fool he his, he decides to drag karasu to the mall with him to help him find a gift to impress you, of course, in a strange turn of events it turns out you're at the mall too, so whatever shall our poor loverboy do when he sees you? (or in which hiori "soccer genius" yo, is dumb enough to ask karasu of all people for girl advice, and karasu like the wonderful friend he is, tags along for the drama)

CW/additional tags: mild language, potentially ooc, i actually did research on a mall in kyoto so look at me go, might make a part three if i really feel like it

author's note: AKJFJFHAFHKJ TYYY ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET, i'm so glad you liked the first part and all of hiori + karasu's interactions, it really means a lot to me that you thought i did them justice <3

"Would getting her makeup be a good idea?"

Hiori asked his senior as he stood outside of COLOUR STUDIO, it was a cosmetics store that he heard the girls in his class talk about occasionally , you among them.

"Or would that be too intimate? Do ya' think she'd think I'm trying too hard? Maybe we should've just stuck to stationery...."

Hiori bombarded Karasu with questions as he sighed and stared up at the daunting illuminated white sign of the shop.

His friend groaned and grabbed the sleeve of Hiori's light blue sweat shirt, dragging him into the store where a few employees and clerks gave them slightly concerned looks.

"No, we're here now so we may as well get something."

Karasu chastised his younger teammate as he escorted him into the lip product aisle, in which Hiori found himself surrounded by many unfamiliar brands with colourful packaging.

"Ya' sure know yer' way around Karasu, have ya' been here before?"

"I've been to their branch over in Osaka, my sister makes me get 'er shit whenever she runs out..."

Karasu plucked a small box from the middle of the shelf, making a point to read the label and the brand to make sure it was the one he needed.

"So what are you gonna get yer' special girl?"

He asked teasingly, as his slender fingers clutched around the small container he was holding.

"I dunno actually...I was hoping you might help me?"

Hiori replied, chuckling nervously. He already knew that Karasu had an older sister, so must have some knowledge on these kinds of things.

His teammate seemed to deadpan at his friend's request, feigning a hurt expression at his friend's question.

"So I'm just a personal shopping assistant to ya'? I'm hurt Hiori."

Karasu gave him a playful pout before breaking into a mild fit of laughter after Hiori swatted his shoulder. The older boy promptly turned to one of the shelves and tossed Hiori a small pink tube of lip gloss.

"Get 'er this one, the quality is pretty good and it has a reasonable price."

Karasu said nonchalantly as his back was still turned, still browsing through some of the shelves. Hiori looked down at the product tube and read out the label to himself.

"Canmake Candy Wrap Lip..."

He muttered as he rotated the slender cylinder in his hand, reading the adhesive tag on it, he realized that Karasu was right, the price was within his budget, and the packaging was rather cute, not to mention how the tube itself contained a good amount of product.

He was about to thank his friend before realizing that Karasu was back at the front counter of the store, probably asking one of the employees for help with finding something.

Observing his surroundings, Hiori thought that browsing the shop a little bit more couldn't hurt, he still had plenty of funds to spare, more than enough to buy you something else.

Hiori continued to browse the current aisle he was in, allowing his fingers to brush against the array of cosmetics, all neatly sorted and arranged by brand, type, and flavour.

As he continued to run his hand along the rows upon rows of products, he stumbled across another area of products that caught his eye.

"Rohto Mentholatum Lip Balm..."

He read the mini card board sign that was clipped to the shelf as he observed the packaging. The one's that were currently stocked were said to be peach flavoured, the price seemed fairly reasonable as well.

Now, that he thought about it, having a lip balm on hand would be pretty practical, Hiori hated the feeling of his chapped lips. Plus, he deserved some kind of reward.

Hiori reached for one of the tubes, and right before he was about to take the lip balm from the shelf, his fingers brushed against a stranger's hand who was reaching for the exact some one.

On instinct, Hiori pulled away, muttering a quick apology. He turned to said stranger to say tell them that they could take it before realizing that said stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Oh! Hiori?"

Oh God, it was you

"H-hey!"

He managed to squeak out as you gave him a soft smile, he was surprised he hadn't made a complete fool of himself yet. Without realizing it, he had promptly shoved the tube of lip gloss he was going to buy for you into his back pocket.

"Hi! I didn't realize you were the shopping type Hiori."

You greeted him once more as you observed the hand that quickly pocketed the lip tube, you didn't press any further however.

"Oh, I'm not actually, I'm just getting a gift for someone special..."

Hiori chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. He chastised himself for his wording, of course he had to say it like that, now if he gave you the gift you'd know for sure that he liked you.

But then again, that would spare him the humiliation of actually having to say it directly to your face, not that he ever wanted to confess in the first place...

"Someone...special? I didn't know you had a girlfriend Hiori..."

You trailed off, you sounded disappointed almost.

Hiori's face flushed at your words, he didn't mean to give you that idea. He could slowly feel heat creep up his neck as you continued to stare at him.

"Guess I shouldn't be that surprised..."

This time you were avoiding eye contact, you laughed somewhat bitterly. Were you jealous? Part of Hiori wanted to delude himself into thinking that, but another part of him wanted to die right there and then to avoid making a bigger fool out of himself.

"N-No I don't have a girlfriend actually!"

He assured you as his face turned an even brighter shade of red.

Where was Karasu when ya' needed him?

Suddenly, Hiori felt a light tap against his head. It was Karasu! His knight in shining armor, to save him from the train wreck of a conversation. His teammate was holding a small basket full of a few products, some mascara, eye liner, and a few skin cream tubs among them.

"I'm gonna go check out now, are ya' done yet?"

His friend asked as he rested his hand on Hiori's shoulder, Karasu looked up at you, realizing that there was company present.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You glanced between the two boys, you had recalled Karasu from Hiori's youth team, but you didn't know much about the older boy, but you had spotted him hanging around Hiori pretty frequently, so you assumed that they were fairly close.

"Oh, I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

You questioned as your eyes flickered between the two of them, your head was tilted slightly in curiosity. You noticed Karasu's grip on Hiori's shoulder tighten ever so slightly at the sound of your question.

Hiori shook his head frantically, Karasu was probably giving you that same unsettling stare he always used whenever he was sizing someone up on you.

"No! Not at all! But I should get going right about now..."

He assured you that nothing was wrong, but he was already flustered enough, and there was no way Karasu would let him hear the end of whatever this incident should be labelled as.

"Well I'll see you school I guess!"

You flashed him another bright smile before turning to Karasu, and you gave the older boy a curt and quick bow.

"I'm (Y/N), Hiori's classmate, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Karasu was caught off guard by your sudden politeness, but he returned the favour.

"Karasu."

He stated quickly before taking Hiori's hand in his own, you seemed to take note of this.

You were about to walk away, so you waved to them before saying;

"Have fun on your date!"

Wait what?!

If Hiori's face was red before, it was basically crimson by now. The girl he liked not only thought he was taken, but now she thought he was into guys?!

"W-we're not!-He's not-I'm not-"

Karasu simply wheezed at the current predicament, clearly amused by your assumption of Hiori and him's relationship and by his younger friend's sudden flustered expression.

"I wish! Don't worry yer' pretty little head off though, he's still avaliable∼. He's quite taken with you at that too."

Karasu teased as he winked at Hiori, clearly taking sadistic pleasure in his friend's suffering.

"Karasu!"

Hiori whisper shouted as his friend dragged him out the store, still laughing as the cyan-haired boy continued his flustered protests which bore no fruit.

Well at least you knew how he felt now...

BONUS!

"This is why I told ya' to quit flirting with me like that! People are getting the wrong idea about us..."

"Aww but I can't have random girls stealing you away from me∼"

"Shut up ya' stupid crow!"

"Make me prodigy∼"

[nicecrumbart]

hi hellow your style is so funky /pos

maychaps a tango for the drawing requests

this is the first time i’ve ever drawn him omg… i’ll probably figure out a more interesting design with time!! (also thank youuu)

(i had 2 extra reqs for tango so i’ll count it for those too tyyy <3)

reqs still open! interactions/scenes etc etc would be fun!

[bwabys-scenarios]

Could you do your thoughts on chrollo 🙏 tyyy

This man…

So he’s definitely the romantic type, but at first it almost feels… superficial, like he’s following a guide on how to romance you.

At first it weirds you out, but it’s surprisingly charming seeing him try so hard to enact a normal romance with you considering that you’re the only normalcy he gets in his chaotic life. You are his anchor, the person that keeps him tethered to reality.

Chrollo prefers to give you fancy, extravagant gifts like brand new designer items and glittering herself, but he actually prefers to receive homemade, more thoughtful gifts like baked goods, art, and even music played just for him. It’s the sentimental stuff that really gets to him.

He’s surprisingly clingy, sticking by your side when he does get the chance to spend more than a night with you. Making coffee? Ooo, he’ll have a cup as well, can he sit with you? Working on something from home? Sit on his lap, he’ll use whatever power he can to be helpful to you.

Just wanting some time away from him? Sorry, that’s not happening when he’s around. He wants to soak up all the attention and affection again before he’s forced to brave the dark and cruel world again, away from your warmth and sweetness.

He’s particularly biased towards the missionary position, enjoying the look on your face when his cock hits that special spot that makes you moan his name with a renowned vigor. Getting to fuck into you while your nails dig into his back is pure Heaven, and he has no problem cleaning you up with his mouth after.

Chrollo will never cheat, he’s just not really interested in anyone but you. Once you’ve caught his attention, he’ll be with you until the day you die… and fuck, he might just bring you back. He just loves you that much.

———————

Note: Send me an adult HXH/JJK/Demon Slayer character and I’ll share my thoughts on them! Requests are open if you get inspired by my thoughts and want more :3

[jermer10]

Helloo can I have the mercs taking care of a very sick gn reader?not feeling very well so some hurt comfort could help if you can! Tyyy

TF2 mercs taking care of a very sick reader

gn reader | i hope you get well soon anon! thank you for the ask :)

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - most likely just as sick, if not WORSE - he already can't keep his paws off you, he'll wanna smooch your sick little face until you feel better - he will bundle you up in blankets and cuddle you whilst you watch movies <33333333 - he runs out to get you a warm drink from your local cafe, tries (keyword tries) to make you your favourite warm meal - he will burn it, doesn't matter what it is, and you are forced to try and scoff down the meal - you throw up shortly after and scout just chalks it up to you getting even more sick - it's all in vein when he wakes up a couple days later feeling worse for wear and is stuck in bed with you - medic opts to take care of you - you both decline

Soldier: - he would firstly encourage you to work it off, trips to the gym, pushing you into battle - when he realizes that the respawn machine isn't fixing you, he forces you into bed rest - you play up your resistance, he pushes you further - "YOU MUST REST THIS INSTANT, CUPCAKE!" "auuughhh noooo i think you're riiiiight" - you giggle to yourself when he leaves the room - that amusement is short lived when he soon brings back some unidentifiable, viscous, black liquid in a small ceramic bowel - he says it's supposed to be soup - you throw up then and there from the stench - cooking isn't his strong suit, so he opts to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight - you graciously sleep off the illness

Pyro: - they're surprisingly good at taking care of you whilst sick - they, first of all, provide you with actual medicine, then they make you some soup and bread - you're pampered like royalty, your every little request answered by the pyro - they watch movies with you, cuddling you from behind - opting to keep their mask on, of course, to prevent the illness from spreading to them - that doesn't stop them from lifting it up slightly to peck your head as you sleep in their arms <33333 - gives you back massages, foot massages, traces their fingertips along your flesh - like i said, you are absolutely pampered. the other mercs would be shocked to see this side of them - you recover quickly!! all thanks to pyro <3

Demoman: - opts to leave you alone so that you can actually get some rest - when you do see him, he's bringing you medicine and food, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and leaving the room - it makes you a bit upset, you haven't really spent time with him in days!! :( - you wake up sometime during the night to find him curled up next to you, arms wrapped around your frame and nuzzling into you - you figure he's already going to get sick from this, so a couple of little kisses couldn't hurt - "mmm that tickles y/n...." he mumbles tiredly, giving you a squeeze - he soon wakes up, groggy and half drunk, to the feeling of you squeezing him back and peppering kisses all over his face and neck - "i missed ye too, lovey" - in his attempt to stay away from you, he ended up smothering you anyway, such is the way of demo

Heavy: - takes every precaution - growing up in the middle of russia with harsh winters that often left his sisters sick and vulnerable, with no easy access to medicine, it's a wonder that he would even let you get sick in the first place - so if you manage to, he is doing everything in his power to help you heal - he won't even let you get up to pee by yourself, you'll need him to carry you there so that you don't use your energy - well he's joking about that....partly... - absolutely refuses to have any physical intimacy with you whilst sick, he is the beating, murderous heart of the team and can't risk an illness - he still lets you know that you're loved, of course - showering you with words of love, providing you with all the care within his means <33

Engineer: - knowing engie, he would be too caught up with work to provide extensive care for you - he provides medicine, cooks you warm food, makes you warm drinks, etc - essentially the bare minimum of taking care for your sick partner - you don't mind, you know he's busy, but you still miss his warm touch and sweet words - "eenngggiiiieeeee plllleeeeaaasseeee taake caaaaree of meee" "i'm comin' darlin', just gimme a minute..." - he is NOT, in fact, 'comin'' - at least not for another hour or so because he is stuck in whatever he's working on - you are forced to drape yourself over his desk, immediately grabbing his attention, and passing out from the exhaustion - he carries you back to bed, feigning annoyance at your antics

Medic: - he's....literally a doctor - and an experimental one at that! - medic will give you plenty of different medicine, not entiiiiirely legal medicine, or medicine that has been tested in any capacity...but still medicine! - you're likely to end up more sick after letting medic take care of you - but he makes up for it! - you're petting archimedes whilst medic's cooking you a warm meal - is this what heaven feels like? - and then he feeds you another mystery pill and you're back to shitting your guts out and oh your skin is glowing! like nuclear green glowing! - yes you died from the mystery pills - but upon respawning you're....cured? - "zhe pills may need some more workzhopping!"

Sniper: - has pretty much no idea what to do - he doesn't really get sick, and when he does he does not give a shit, he will work in health and sickness - so when you're sick, he just grabs you some painkillers and tells you that you'll be alright, to take the day off, and drink some water - when he comes back from the match and you're lying in bed, pale, sweating, and shivering, he realizes that maybe you're a bit worse for wear - he consults an actual doctor, not medic, he has more common sense than that, and manages to get some advice for looking after you in this state - whilst he adores you, he can barely take care of himself, let alone you on top of that - awkwardly tries to make you feel better through cuddling and acts of service

Spy: - another merc who prefers to leave you to essentially take care of yourself giving the bare minimum to support you - he loves you, but he doesn't want to get sick and he doesn't really have the time or capacity to take care of you in a personal, meaningful way - so he will opt to giving you meds and nice foods, will occasionally kiss your head and stroke your hair, but that's the furthest he will go in terms of providing for you in this state - he will feel bad about it, often contemplating telling the other mercs to piss off and sitting with you, missing out on work to take care of his partner - he probably gives in eventually, especially if you're acting like you don't need him, it makes him want you more - will end up smothering you slightly, helping you heal whilst pampering you with kisses in a fake begrudging way

[raspberryvv]

Hello it’s me again 🙂‍↕️

Sometimes I think about the fact baby Sukuna probably enjoyed more animals company than humans, I hc him having a double headed cat yk yk….

SO, if you still take request what about drawing baby Sukuna bonding with some cute little animal like.. a bird? Or simply a koi fish? Or a mouse or a puppy ?

Thank you ^^ and no pressure of course

I'm in LOVEEE with your art of baby Kuna and the double headed cat sm <3 they're both so cutie patootie, and I cry thinking about them (in the most positive way possible)

ALSO TYYY SM FOR REQUESTING THIS <3 ik Sukuna used to be human and all, but I genuinely adore the hc of him being a little deformed dirty mutt since birth, if I could I'd hold him in my arms and make sure he feels loved 24/7 💥💥💥💥 He is SO CUTE I wanna pinch his chubby cheeks, I don't think I'd ever be a great mother but for him I'd try⁉️⁉️���️☹️

Also, another side note, but I chose birds bcs I have a cockatiel, and she's the cutest and most cuddliest baby 🩷🩷 (she's 16 years old already, but she's still my baby)

[bearieio]

omg i just found your blog and i absolutely love it! idk if your reqs are open but if they are can i please request a simon / ghost x reader where the reader asks ghost to do something for them and they expect him to protest but he just does it no questions asks and when hes done hes like "okay now you have to do something for me 🥰" ! it can be sfw or nsfw, up to you!

dw if you can't or dont want to do this req, and if you do want to, take your time ! <3

OMG HIIII TYYY :D i love ur acc smmm!!! and YES! my requests are almost always open! it just takes a little while for me to get around to writing them! also YES! YESYESYES!

simon "stubborn" riley

warnings: ghost x fem!reader, sloppy blowjob, praising, deepthroating (readers a throatgoat fr), size kink(???), hair pulling, slapping (okay maybe just one or two slaps...), throatpie, spitplay(???)

a/n: AUGH! i was kinda nervous writing this bc i don't think i'm too good at writing.... oral situations... D; BUT i think this is pretty OKAY! also, not proofread because i'm sorta tireddd

@poisonedprose ♡

since the two of you decided to begin your relationship, simon has become the most stubborn and uncooperative person you know. especially as he’s gotten to know you better and discovered that he loves to tease and mock you. because of this, it’s hard for you to get him to oblige to even the simplest of requests. 

the one day he finally agrees to do something you ask of him, you’d be on your death bed…. or so you thought..

“wait… really?” 

simon looks up at you through his sandy blond lashes “yea, sure.” you can’t tell if he’s smirking 

expecting him to protest, you were caught off-guard. something like this had only happened in your wildest dreams. ‘who are you? and what have you done with the real ghost?’ you thought to yourself, absolutely dumbfounded at the way that he, at long last, has finally agreed to do something that you’ve asked him to do.

“wait are you messing with me?” you ask, still in a state of disbelief, scanning his partially covered face in order to determine if he was actually being serious.

“no, why?” he responds with a blank expression.

after a short pause you ask him again “are you sure?”

“yea.. it’s no problem..” he replies, low and raspy “but you’re gonna have to do something for me in return, sweetheart...”

with simons hand held on the back of your head, his pulsating cock was right up against your lower lip, waiting patiently to enter the warmth of your mouth. 

“beg.” he commands, looking down at you, eyes piercing right through you. 

with precum pooling against your lips, you whine, eyes looking up to meet his, you feel your lips fall into a slight frown

the hand that was gently placed on the back of your head has now turned into fist, his calloused fingers tangled in the delicate flows of your hair. kneeling, he brings your face closer to his, “you’d better listen if you want this to go well for you, girl.” he breathes shallowly, “beg me.”

“please simon, i-“ the desperation in your voice is enough to make him growl. he smoothes out the hair his fingers were previously intertwined in, his eyes looking down at the sight of you, on your knees, begging your boyfriend to shove his cock down your throat. 

“such a pretty baby… on your knees for me.. sucking my cock.” he groans, continually hitting the back of your throat. you can feel his legs tensing when you gag against him. you hollow out your cheeks every time you pull off of him, only for him to shove you back down onto him.

“look at me, baby,” he hums, keeping a steady rhythm, watching his cock disappear into your mouth and down your throat, over, and over, and over again.. watching his cock create a bulge in your mouth.

it’s not that you don’t want to look up at him, it’s just really hard when he’s shoving his entire length down your esophagus at a continuous pace. 

“i said, look-“ simon brings his hand down onto your cheek, “-at me,” he slaps you a few times, not hard.. just enough to help you regain focus. 

“god you’re doing so well for me, baby..” he wipes the mixture of your spit and his precum off of your chin and rubs it on your cheek, “taking my whole cock down your throat..” he smears the rest of the mixture against your lips before slipping his thumb into your mouth, feeling the inside of your cheeks and how soft your tongue is on his fingers. 

bringing his dick back up to rest it on your mouth, he makes sure he’s holding your head steady. “open wide for me, little girl.” 

he fucks into your mouth, thrusting at a even faster pace than before, making sure to hit every inch of your mouth and throat. he loves it when you gag and choke on him, loves it when your eyes roll back, loves it when he pulls out of your mouth and you groan and immediately try to suck him back in.

with stuttering hips, his thrusts become more sloppy and frantic as he reaches his the edge if his orgasm. “ah!- baby.. ‘m gonna cum down your throat, okay?” he says, not asking, but telling.

as soon as you hear his moans and whines becoming more and more desperate, you push yourself farther down onto his length, moaning onto him as he grips your hair yet again. throwing his head back, he stays deep within the comfiness of your throat, allowing you to attempt to swallow the last bits of his cum.

as he pulled out, you choked, coughing as he tucks himself away. kneeling down in front of you, he caresses your cheek, kissing your puffy lips and tasting himself on your tongue. “god, you did so good for me, baby.” he mutters, placing more kisses along your jaw and neck.

“maybe i should start doing what you ask more often..”

constructive criticism is appreciated !!!

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