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STOP MAKING "PLACEHOLDER FICS" ON AO3 FOR YOUR WORK IN PROGRESS. AO3 IS AN ARCHIVE. IT IS NOT A FYP. THERE IS NO "TAGGING FOR REACH". IT IS BY DATE AND TIME OR RELEVANCE.
WRITE WHAT YOURE GOING TO WRITE AND THEN POST IT. EDITING YOUR PLACEHOLDER DOES NOT PUT IT BACK ON THE FRONT PAGE.
#ao3#fanfiction#archive of our own#idk where this trend is coming from#but it really drives me insane to see a fic posted with less than 14 words#and all it says is “this is a placeholder for my upcoming fic...”#thats not how this works#that isn't what an archive is#and then will complain that their fic isnt getting the attention it deserves#this is why#youre editing something that was posted weeks ago and now its pages and pages down in the archive#of course nobody is seeing it#or worse#you're getting muted/blocked by anyone seeing it because its basically spam#there's no need to overcomplicate this.#post when you're ready and tag properly#you don't need to ask who all is interested in what youre writing before you write it#write it for you!! be self indulgent!!#there are people out there that will read it i promise#but make sure it sees the light of day so that people know it's there!!#okay im done
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nsfw mdni
watching jason todd work on his motorcycle be like...
jason: what?
y/n: just lookin'
jason: you look like you got something to say
y/n: [shakes head] mm-mm
jason: you sure?
y/n: ...well...
jason: tell me
y/n: mmmm... no, it's too embarrassing
jason: pfft. you? embarrassed?
y/n: perish the thought
jason: so lay it on me
y/n: oh, i'll lay something on you
jason: babe...
y/n: jaybird, i don't mean to be crass but--
jason: sweetheart, just spit it out--
y/n: i wanna suck your dick so bad
jason: ...
jason: /////// jesus christ...
~°•*~
A/N: something about a man all greased up and sweaty while working on machinery uwu
#nothing crazy just some self indulgent “reader being a little freak” core#i TRIED to turn this into a cute little blurb but it wasnt working so have this little imagine instead#~°•*andy writes#~°•*thirst#~°•*jason#~°•*dc#~°•*brainworms#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd scenarios#jason todd imagine#jason todd drabble#jason todd blurb
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c/w: bf!rafe being very persuasive, heavily suggestive, fluff
18+ mdni!
wc: 710
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“Don’t know what I’d do without you,” Rafe mumbles next to her ear with his head tucked into the crook of her neck, soothing breaths and pillowy lips tickling the sensitive skin there.
He's lying on top of her on their bed, his body pressing her into the soft mattress like a weighted blanket; warm and heavy, making her feel so safe while his fingers mindlessly play with her hair, tangling into the strands and twirling one around his index finger.
“I love you,” he hums contently before he’s pasting sloppy kisses all over her face, forcing her to let out a squeaky giggle along with a breathy ‘I love you’ when he begins to trail lower, smearing his mouth on the expanse of her neck; the flat of his tongue laving over her throat.
“Rafe…” she whimpers when she can feel him poking against her lower belly.
“Missed you,” he groans when her nails scratch over his buzzed head as he gives a lazy rut of his hips against her.
“Missed you more,” she murmurs back.
“I don’t think that’s true,” he scrunches his nose, feigning offense.
“Yes, it is!” She huffs playfully, fingers slipping under his shirt, the thermal skin of his abdomen greeting her.
“Yeah? How much?” He lifts his head up slightly, blue moonstones locking with her eyes in a challenge.
“This much,” she gives him a giddy smile, hands leaving their home from resting on his stomach and drawing apart as far as they go.
“Uh huh? Well, I missed you this much,” he momentarily gets up to sit back and widen his own arms; much bigger than hers, therefore making the distance between them far longer as well.
“That’s not fair!” Her brows crease.
“No? Neither is you leaving me for the whole day,” he grumbles, slumping down on top of her smaller frame once more.
“I can’t just drop out of uni for you, can I? And you have your business as well,” she tries to reason, but her arguments seem to fall on deaf ears.
“I know, Baby. What if you stay home tomorrow, hm? I could take the day off and we could just stay home all day, yeah?” The way he’s beginning to mouth at her left nipple through the flimsy material of her (his) worn out t-shirt is making it entirely too difficult for her to deny him of anything at the moment.
“Rafe…I have an important lecture tomorrow,” she lets out a sigh that turns into a whine when his big palm squeezes at her other tit, thumb idly rubbing against the puffy bud.
“I don’t care, you’re already so smart, don’t even need to go,” his heady tone is muffled by the shirt-covered nipple between his lips, teeth teasingly nipping at it.
“Rafe, you’re not making any sense,” she lets out a giggle, followed by a moan when she can now feel his cock nudging against her clit through the layers of fabric and all of a sudden, his jumbled words have turned crystal clear.
“Need you to just say yes, Baby,” he rasps out, coaxing her to give in with another lazy thrust of his hips.
And that’s all it takes for her resolve to crumble.
“Okay,” she's nodding, not missing the way a smug grin hangs on his face in victory.
It’s just one day, right? Unless he decides to keep her from leaving the house for 'just a few more days', (as he’s done in the past); coming up with excuses as to why she can’t go to class and then before she realizes it, she’s stayed home for the rest of the week.
However, she doesn’t mind all that much. After all, she prefers to spend time with the love of her life over anything else. In some twisted way, she gets all dizzy inside whenever Rafe turns into something so clingy to this extent.
The following morning, she wakes up with his cum leaking out of her; making her sore inner thighs sticky when she shifts into a different position. And when she turns her head to the side she's met with his serene form, deep asleep; one hand holding onto her left tit possessively and his steady breaths fanning the back of her neck.
Her foggy mind thinks that this might just be heaven on earth.
#another self-indulgent bf!rafe drabble#this is peak escapism#had the longest week ever im so tired#why can't I just stay home and write stuff?#I need him#bf!rafe#rafe x reader#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe smut#rafe obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe imagine#rafe fic#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron imagine#obx smut#obx fic#obx fanfiction#obx#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction
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shrödinger's plex fic (they are real to me)
EBY eclipse and y/n ref here!! :3
#pingdoobles#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf dca#sundrop#dca au#moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#FINALLY got around to making a more detailed ref of the boys for a plex fic ive been conjuring in the background#i have nothing to really share other than that it's just a very self-indulgent plex fic and the blorbos get fun designs cause i say so#ive been itching to draw for days now ourgh#anyways eclipse and the y/n design are next once i eat and get iced coffee#eclipsed by you#EBY#daycare attendant x reader#constant battle of “do i write” and “do i draw” help#hypothetically i write fics#cw eyestrain#cw bright colors#eyestrain#bright colors#EBY sun#EBY moon
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You hadn’t answered Megumi’s texts at all. He understood it was early in the morning so he just told himself you were still sleeping. But then noon came around and nothing.
Ok weird…
He sends you a text that he was gonna stop by, to which you still hadn’t answered. He was growing worried. He takes quick strides to your dorm room, doing his best to keep his heart at ease.
He knocks softly on your door.
No answer.
He gulps.
He opens the door, stepping inside your room, only to be met with a lump under the covers.
“Y/n?” He questions, he noticed the tensing of your shoulders even under then blankets.
“I’ve been texting you, what’s wrong?” He walks over to you ready to pull the sheets off of you.
“No! It’s cold.” You squeak out and he blinks. “Can I see your face?” You peak an eye out and his brows furrow at the sight of them being red and swollen.
“Why are you crying?” He kneels down and you clutch your stomach.
“I got my period. My stupid cramps hurt s’much megs.” You pout and he frowns.
“Uh—is there anything I can do to help?” He pulls the sheets more down so he can see your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You sigh, leaning your face into his palm.
“My heating pad and pills.” You mumble.
“They’re in that drawer.”
Megumi leaves a kiss on your forehead, sliding the drawer open and grabbing your things. He hooks in the heating pad and sets it to medium heat. After he feels it grow warmer, he opens your pills.
“Come on pretty.” He says so softly.
You wince when you sit up and it only worries Megumi, tugging at his heart strings. He helps you drink water and finish swallowing your medication. Giving you small kisses as a silent good job.
Once you lay back down, he places the heating pad over your lower abdomen, making you sigh in relief. He smiles at the pure bliss on your face. You look so tired, he wonders how long the pain kept you up. As if you read his mind you tug at his hand.
“Lay with me.” You whisper and he nods, a small smile gracing his lips.
He slides under the covers behind you, his hand lying right on top of the heating pad, adding pressure to your abdomen, making you feel even better. He nuzzles his nose in your hair, sighing once he’s comfortable.
“You had me worried you know?” He says low, his voice raspy, buzzing through your ear and throughout your body.
“I know I’m sorry, I was in a lot of pain.” His arm around you squeezes at that.
“Just try to let me know, you know I’ll do anything to help.” He pecks the shell of your ear, his hands now gliding through your hair soothingly.
“I will, thanks megs, I love you.” You whisper and he melts, his cheeks growing hot as he stuffs his face in the space between your neck and shoulder blade.
“I love you too.” He murmurs.
He falls asleep before you, only then do you check your phone, giggling at all the messages he had sent.
Poor baby.
© yuiiiriii
#jjk sfw°•#self indulgent piece bc I’m currently dying in my bed:D#I’ll go back to writing smut now buh bye🕺#megumi x reader#megumi x you#megumi x y/n#megumi fluff#megumi imagine#megumi drabble#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi fushiguro x you#megumi fushiguro fluff#megumi fushiguro drabble#megumi fushiguro imagine#jjk imagines#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk drabbles
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toji likes the nastiest head, yeah? look, you can paint him as good guy that had bad stuff happened to him or even argue that he was always the bad guy, but it still won't change the fact that this man likes his dick to be devoured. he would always have you on your knees on a cold tile floor because he likes the way you complain about your legs hurting. because that way, you get even more desperate to make him cum so he would free you and finally take you to the soft matress on the bed. initially, he'd let you try to take him whole (although you always fail), but then he feels you're playing too safe. what? you scared his dick is gonna make you gag? he rolls your hair in his wrist and pushes your head forward. this man won't let go that push for atleast a good 15 seconds even if your nails are digging in his thighs.
"shhh. don't panic. i know my good girl can take it." he finally lets go and you repel away so fast, head so dizzy that it takes a few second for it to come back to the scene. the drool on your lips is connected with his dark brown tip. when you finally took a few normal breaths, toji is yet again having you in the same position but this time he starts thrusting.
"that's right, baby. relax it for me, 'ight? gonna give that slutty little mouth what she deserves." his pace is so inhumane, you feel like you're running out of oxygen. not even a milisecond to let you breathe before he his plunging in your mouth again. you try to say something but it just comes out as a blabber. all he could hear was "gawkgawkgeffrmmhmgawkgawk"
"shit. can't even speak, hmm?" he mocks you. "fuck, gonna make me cum sweetheart. that sweet little mouth of yours is doing such a good job." you cry looking up at him. you are suck a cocksleeve when it comes to him.
"gunna take it lik—angh! fhhuuck!" he yells and conjoins his cock with your throat, your nose pressing against his pubes. "takeit takeit takeit." he looks at you as you roll your eyes back. shit his dick is twitching so much. so much load being emptied in your mouth. he pulls out halfway through his orgasm and shoots the remaining load on your face. the spurts cover your cheeks, lips, your eyelashes. he holds his dick by the base and runs the tip on your face, spreading his cum all over. you are too facefucked to even argue or comprehend what he is doing at this point. your mushed up brain compels you to just moan mindlessly and take whatever he gives. that's the power this man (and his cock) holds on you.
#i choke on a croissant while writing this because i subconsciously started pretending it was toji#y'all this is self indulgent so do not embarrass me saying “but he wouldn't” STFU#toji smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#toji x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushigro x reader#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x you#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji x y/n#toji fushiguro smut#toji drabbles#jjk drabbles
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☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. pretty brown eyes.
about. gojo might be the one with the six eyes, but there’s nothing special about those. your brown eyes are real weapon, here.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! sfw, fluff, hurt comfort. slight hints to insomnia, idk how infinity works sorry, reader has brown eyes, afab!reader.
“you could kill me if you wanted to.”
it’s the dead of night when he whispers your name. though low in volume, his tongue curls around each syllable loud enough for you to hear him. “
“‘toru, what are you on about—” digging the heal of your palm into your eyes, you dislodge the crust from your lash line and groan. the red lines on your digital clock read sometime between three and four am— but the digits blur as your mind swims with sleep.
“your eyes. they’re so perfect.” a loving grin etches itself onto his face when you crack one open to look at him, masking over the exhaustion seeping from his pores and the anxiety that spikes in the sapphire pools of his own eyes. “you should be able to get away with anything because of them.”
“baby,” you reiterate and roll over to face him fully. gojo gets like this when he’s overworked and worried, when there’s something big on his mind you’re not quite sure you’d understand. you move to jab a thumb into his forehead, right between his brows to alleviate the ache in his skull but you don’t let your disappointment show when rough skin meets the dull buzz of his infinity.
you forget that his six eyes flow in the dark — that his blue eyes are not as blue as they seem. “you’re talking nonsense, it’s late. get some sleep.”
“my eyes. they could kill me if i worked too hard.”
satoru’s eyes are a lot stormier than most would expect, they can be dark and cold. like an angry ocean tired of tournament. they can be bright, full of hope and loving — you notice that change whenever he’s with your students. they hide behind the frame of his ability, the one that hardly ever turns off despite how it really could kill him.
his mind is always running, his body almost always on empty.
in the moonlight, you see a faint sliver of silver between the flecks of diamond and stormy skies.
he swipes a gentle thumb just over cheek yours to catch a fallen lash. “but yours,” gojo continues, voice thoughtful and low. tired above all else. “those pretty brown eyes…baby, they’re dangerous in a different way. beautiful in another that makes me feel safe. puts my mind at ease or somethin’. one look ‘nd I’d be doing anything for you,”
there the two of you are, face to face in the dark — cheeks pressed to pillows and heads under the covers as if you’re children shielding yourself from the world. creating the safe space to let satoru confess.
“if those pretty brown eyes were the last thing i got to see before i died. then i think i’d be okay.”
“don’t say that.” your face crumples and his infinity falls away as if gojo had been anticipating your touch, the buzz just shocking through your skin as you wrap your arms around his larger frame, pull his head down to your heart beating in your chest. “you’re not allowed to die, satoru. not yet.”
“i know.” for once he’s grateful he can’t see your eyes — he hates the way they shine when you cry.
“i need you.”
“i know.” he’s quiet. “i need you too.”
“then rest, you don’t have to keep watch.” gojo feels the shake in your lungs as you speak. you worry too much about him. but with your hand cascading through his soft locks, and the other squeezing him close he’s finding it hard to resist.
usually when he lays next to you, he’s stiff as a board, always anticipating whatever danger might come next. but the biggest threat to him of all is you, and those big brown bambi eyes of yours — the way they’re wet with love, shiny with tears because you adore satoru gojo. you care about him way too much for your own good.
those eyes of yours are convincingly treacherous , he can’t help but let his body sag and let go of his cursed technique while you rub his back and soothe him.
“you’re dangerous, yanno,” satoru grunts, lips dragging along your skin with every word. “especially when you look at me like that, with those puppy dog eyes…can’t say no to you.”
but you smile as he drifts off, his tall frame heavy against you — your lashes blinking soft against his forehead as you curl around him protectively. “i’d rather use them to get you to rest, rather than kill you. ‘toru.”
your words are wasted on deaf ears — his deep snore indicating that gojo is finally asleep, doing himself a favour and locking his pretty blue eyes away.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo angst#gojo x yn#satoru gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk fanfiction#jujutsu kaisen x reader#idk im sad and i love him#self indulgent slay#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#tteokdoroki#✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted#angelshubnetwork
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hi popping back in from my unplanned hiatus (because it’s almost 2am and i was reading smut for funsies)
LISTEN TO HER
𝜗𝜚 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), reader uses she/her and is afab, pussy personification, simon calling reader “pet”, overstimulation, slight dub con at the end? (simon keeping you from squirming away)
and i cannot stop thinking about how simon would totally be the kind of guy to say shit like “shhh baby, wasn’t talkin’ to you—was talkin’ to our girl” as he stuffs two fingers into your cunt
like rambles on about “look’it how she’s drippin’, pet. you been holdin’ out on ‘er? makin’ her wait for my cock?” as he runs the fat tip of his dick between your sticky folds, pearlescent drops of his pre-cum webbing between them
totally covers your mouth with the calloused palm of his hand when your broken moans and choked out whines get just a bit too loud, and he can’t hear the lewd wet squelches of his cock splitting you open. “sorry lovie, couldn’t hear our girl anymore. listen to ‘er—fuckin’ soakin’, isn’t she?”
and when the pleasure begins to bleed into overstimulation, your legs kicking out and body squirming to inch back up the mattress, simon’s his big hands are clamping down around your hips to hold you steady for him to fuck into you quicker. “aye, where’re you goin’, huh? me and her’s not done, baby. feel how she’s grippin’ me? she wants more, pet.”
©️ ink-n-shadow 2024
do not copy, plagiarize, steal, borrow, or repost any of my work without my expressed permission
#i got dizzy writing this#lowkey self indulgent#if you’re seeing this#don’t perceive me#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley smut
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Ah yes. When the protective dad-figure beats up the son-figure's past tormentor only for said tormentor to make a point(?), because the tormentor is the catalyst of Gotham's chaos, and seeing two pieces of the debris from said chaos come together to try and be less broken is amusing. The butt of Gotham's joke, if you will.
I just felt like illustrating a scene from a possible future Harvey-Jason-centered fic...
#tw: blood#tw: injury#Now. Whether I write the fic or not is different.#I have it planned.#As well as more drawings for it...#IDK. We'll see.#Joker's speech here is actually longer but for art purposes I had to essentially paraphrase it.#I know a lot of people on Tumblr fucking hate Joker while a lot really love him.#I'm in-between TBH. I see both sides. I mostly enjoy him. But also indifferent. You do you!#But I do admit that the idea of Harvey beating up Joker for Jason is self-indulgent for me. Hehe.#harvey dent#two face#joker#jason todd#<- IK he's only mentioned. But.#two-dads au#fanart#dc comics#fake screenshot#reginalususart
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For Two
Hello, content specifically catered to me. This might be the whole damn month.
Just an Angel that works at a BnB all alone with their stalker future spouse... :3c
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
You started your morning a little later than usual that Saturday, grateful for the extra half hour of sleep as you gathered ingredients. Only one pot of coffee to brew, one breakfast to make, one room to turnover while the guest went about their day touring the city.
You couldn't believe it.
Normally, the weekend was completely booked. This one was too, except there'd been not just one, but six no-shows yesterday. Almost every single room at the inn was empty despite being fully paid for.
Right at the usual check-in time, a single guest had shown up. Dressed in all black, a whole head taller than you, eyes that looked as tired as you felt from rushing around all day, and only a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder, they didn't look like the type of tourist you usually had this time of year. But who were you to judge?
The refreshments you set out didn't go to waste, though. He went back for seconds and thirds as you showed them to their room… then around the house… then around the garden while constantly on the lookout for other guests pulling up in their rental cars.
Oddly, he seemed more interested in you than the city. Rather than attractions on the pier or night life, the conversation flowed towards a few hobbies you found in common. Before you knew it, the sun had long since set, and no other soul had arrived for check-ins. You carried on with him a while longer, ending the night in a good mood despite the strange, once in a lifetime occurrence.
It felt like talking with an old friend. You wondered if the chat over breakfast would be just as nice.
The coffee machine loudly beeped, disturbing your current task. You stopped and poured it all into a thermos, then set it in the small woven carrier you'd prepared with a mug, creamers, sugars, and a pair of neatly wrapped shortbread cookies. You quietly took it up the stairs to your sole guest's room to set it at the door.
Just as you approached, the door opened with messy black hair and lightly flushed cheeks in greeting. He was the smallest bit shorter without the boots. No piercings in this early in the morning, but even his pajamas were all black. The tiny ghosts on his pants were cute.
The man's blue eyes came to life at the sight of you and he smiled. "Mornin'," they spoke in that soft, raspy voice you'd gotten acquainted with yesterday.
"Beat me to it. Good morning, Ren." You smiled back with ease. "Did you sleep well?"
"Perfect, actually." They yawned, eyeing the basket in your hands as they stretched. "All that f'me before 7am.? Fuck, y'might really be an angel." He paused and rubbed at his lower lip. "Sorry."
You held the basket out to him. "I heard nothing. No worries," you said. It was hard to tell if he was apologizing for cursing or flirting. Was he flirting?
He took the carrier, but still stood in the doorway, drumming his fingers on the sides as if thinking of what to say. "Soo… how d'you usually do these cute little coffee baskets for two people?"
"Two?" You hurriedly racked your brain. You were pretty sure his reservation was for one. He did have the door code already. Maybe he let his companion in late last night?
Did you need to make more coffee? Or tea? Did they have dietary restrictions you didn't know about for breakfast?!
Shit, shit, shit.
You never got to greet them and get their name and if they were still sleeping it'd be rude to wake them up just to ask and you couldn't expect a five star review anyways at this point but this—
"Ah, I meant…" The man interrupted your silent panic with a surprisingly nervous tone. He shifted slightly, fingers tapping even louder. "If ya wanted t'join me. I mean, I'm the only one here so I thought y'wouldn't be too busy with breakfast."
Ohh. He was flirting. Your job be damned.
"Breakfast would have to be a little late… but if you don't mind, okay."
Ren smiled a lot brighter this time. "Great. I'll get changed and meet you downstairs in a few, yeah?"
You wanted to tell them there was no need to change with how adorable his PJs were, but kept it to yourself. You couldn't tease them like that yet. "Sure thing."
#14 days with you#14dwy redacted#14dwy#14dwy ren#momo writing#sorry it's 1am for me#normal hours are not real#self indulgence babyyy#I want redacted to come play house with me#I can cook I can clean#green titles = I'm being weird and strange 🖤
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Equally Invalid
#trafficshipping#smallidarity#<- shipping rlly isn't the main main focus here but it ends on the kiss so I'm scared to tag anything else lol#cw blood#my art#animatic#it's more like. visuals for character analysis thoughts. because this is way more fun for all of us than writing it all out as an essay#I don't expect you guys to. Get it btw or at least not all of it alot of this is very self indulgent and jumps around the timeline#it's like 99% just for me but still. I hope the smallidarity enjoyers of the world can get smth out of it at least lol#very very very happy for ppl to ask abt specific scenes if ur interested ofc#I prefer not to spell out what things mean cus like. It's more fun for me thinking of ppl applying their own thoughts onto my stuff.#but if you ask I will yap forever god bless#if you want you can play a game of spot the jojo reference. and spot the utena reference#ANYWAY YEAH WOO scott and joel content yes yes yes woo!!!!#do they have a duo name like. at all. is that a thing#happy pride everyone
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"i kissed him and he got hard immediately?!?"
dry humping w ino takuma :3
takuma was the love of your life. you had been dating him for hundred days exactly and you knew already that this was the man you would marry. he was so perfect, eyes never leaving you as you rambled. always the gentleman, he would pay for all your dates and keep you entertained with his passion and wit.
both of you were young and inexperienced, him being your first ever proper boyfriend and you being his first girlfriend. you had met each other in the hallways of your university when you made an off-handed comment about how cute his beanie looked. next thing you know, you were texting him every second of the day and kissing his cheek on saturdays when you studied together.
physical intimacy was something that had you worried but recently that had changed. it all had to do with a thursday evening, when your roommate was out and takuma was next to you on the floor helping you complete your paper.
"inooo, no more!" you whined, pouting at your boyfriend. you were exhausted and frankly all you wanted to do was kiss him and take a big fat nap.
"that's mr. takuma to you, and no! you are almost done baby." he reasoned, hugging you from the back. he was always dressed warm, wearing a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. he made you feel all fuzzy but he was right. you had to complete your work.
groaning and complaining, you begrudgingly completed the paper just in time to turn it in at 11.58pm. your back called out in pain but you were too focused on giggling and kissing takuma as sweet praise fell out of his lips.
"thaaank you so much for staying up and helping me out." you giggled, placing the softest kiss on his lips. he turned red at the closeness of your bodies, pale skin dusted with pink.
"ah— i'm always there for you —" he tried to say before you climbed on to his lap and began kissing him. you felt possessed, the blushing boyfriend imagery had your neatly tucked away desires erupt.
he kissed you back hesitantly, worried that he was wrong somehow. he worked up the courage to kiss you back like you deserved, soft lips moving against your glossy ones. his hands found purchase on your love handles, pulling you impossibly closer into his chest.
you pulled back after a few minutes, chest heaving and eyes lidded. takuma was a mess. he was panting and practically as red as a tomato as he looked at you with the most bashful smile ever. you wanted to eat him.
moving against his lap, you grinded against his hardening cock as pitiful whimpers fell out of his mouth.
"fuck — baby slow down! feels t'good!" he groaned when he felt your ass rivet. you could feel the delicious drag of his cock, the thin layer of underwear you had on barely did anything to stop the feeling. takuma's hand travelled under the oversized tshirt you had on, warm hands skirting near your breasts.
"taku— takuma! can't stop —" you moaned, your movements speeding up. both of you were a flustered mess, the friction between your clothed bodies had you screwing your eyes shut. he pulled you closer to start making out again, tongue invading the seam of your lips making you moan out louder than ever.
you reached your peak at the same time he did, holding on to each other as you made a mess in your clothes. the tension in the air heavier than ever as takuma opened his eyes to look at you. freeing his bottom lip from the grip of his teeth, he asks you — "please baby, one more time?"
#i'll write part 2 where i do him and he cries#everyone say i love you takuma#save me inotober 🙏🏽 save me#jjk x reader smut#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#self indulgent crap#drabble#jjk drabbles#jjk ino#ino takuma smut#ino takuma x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen
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"sorry this is so self-indulgent, I just-"
my beloved artist. my darling writer. if you are not making things for your own fun and enrichment, then why did you start making it in the first place?
#it's ya boi rach#writing#artists#text#sometimes you need to write the fic you want to see in the world#sometimes you gotta draw the art you haven't found yet#enough apologizing for joy. i am the one looking at art. i am a guest in YOUR house in this scenario#make MORE self-indulgent art!!! that's the point!!!!!!!
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i think a lot about the sweet sense of relief that simon feels once you've cut off your toxic family.
saying that he hates your family is really an understatement. that man despises your family with every single atom in his body. he'd have cut them off if it had been up to him. but he knows you need time to process and come to terms with things on your own so he waits it out.
but it fucking sucks to sit there and watch the way these people, who are supposed to be your protectors and your champions, do everything in their power to cut you down. every word, action, even your appearance picked apart by them mercilessly. simon's never seen someone take a beating to the degree you have and still maintain kindness. it makes his blood boil when he thinks of how long you've been berated by your family. how you've had to endure this all by yourself.
he knows you try to tank it all by yourself. try to let the words and actions roll off your back, do your best to not let it affect you. but simon can see how you navigate conversations with strangers, a skill only learned after a lifetime of conflict. notices how you present a muted version of yourself to others so that nothing is too jarring to drive them away. even with him, the colorful person he's privy to now is nothing compared to the reserved, calculated version of yourself you present to the world.
he wants to break them with his bare hands. teach them how it feels to be surgically analyzed, beaten and degraded as they have you. wants to see if they'd be strong enough to become even a quarter of the person you are. he knows for a fact they won't.
@wraithdance girl om come look at this
@buttdumplin my brother look at this
#.txt#.cod#.ghost#.mine#is this completely self-indulgent? absolutely#will i keep writing purely self-indulgent shit? absolutely!#<- past me#current me ->#okay lowkey i was cooking a little#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon 'ghost' riley x reader#ghost x you#cod x reader
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🗡️ “That time of the month again?”
because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions
Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)
B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand
A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)
B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)
Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows
B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine
Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)
A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain
B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache
All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)
A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A
B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)
A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)
“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”
B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)
#writing#writing prompts#prompts#period comfort#character dynamics#character prompts#otp prompts#imagine your otp#prompt list#care prompts#comfort prompts#action prompts#acts of service ✨#if you can’t tell this is absolutely self-indulgent#I got cuddles yesterday and I WANT MORE IT WASN’T ENOUGH#please somebody buy me my favorite icecream and watch cute shows with me
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Surprising Neuvillette when he comes home
This is a late birthday drabble for @crystalflygeo
MDNI
Neuvillette coming home to see you only in an apron and shyly greeting him with "W-welcome home M-master" and then telling him that you thought he might like it if it wasn't for the very very obvious bulging tent in his pants
It would take a full minute for Neuvillette to process what he hears and sees right in front of him
Once he does processes it all Neuvillette tries to be subtle in his staring but fails as his eyes slowly travel across every curve and dip of your body that's exposed from the apron and before long his hands starts to roam taking in your expressions whenever his fingers brush against a sensitive area.
His eyes hooded as lust fills them as he leans in pressing his lips to your in a hot passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and dazed unaware that his fingers snuck themselves to your folds teasing them by slowly pushing in slightly then out with the tips of his fingers then he stops.
Neuvillette then lifts you up and carries you to the kitchen counter where he places you at the edge with apron long forgotten and discarded to the floor as he kneels down and kisses his way up your inner thigh then you felt it, a hot puff of air blown on your folds before lips and tongue ravage them in a never ending fury of licks, sucks and kisses that leaves you breathless.
Soon Neuvillette's fingers join in the fun by rubbing your clit in slow tight circles as he tongue fucks your pussy too lost on your taste and cries of pleasure to stop and before long his fingers joins his tongue as he switches between them.
Neuvillette is desperate for wanting you to cum and squirt all over his face, he wants you to make an absolute fucking mess for him until you beg him to either stop or for him to fuck his cocks into you.
Neuvillette continue his pleasurable assault on your pussy making sure to graze and hit your g-spot with his fingers everytime as he growls, groans and moans for you to cum for him
"That's it my love~.. cum for me.. yes yes yes cum.. cum cum~"
Neuvillette moans as you cum for him gulping down every last drop of your essence until he removes himself from your pussy with a sticky wet pop!
Neuvillette can't help but stare at your blissed out body and expression just from him devouring your sweet pussy only to say
"We're far from done my beloved.. we've only just begun~"
Reblogs are much appreciated and please show some of my other works some love too OvO
Sheepy signing off
#🐏sheep work🐏#🐏sheepy work🐏#🐏sheepy writes🐏#enjoy this self indulgent drabble crys OwO#and once again I wish happy/ belated birthday and may the dragon husbands spoil you endlessly#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#neuvillete x reader#neuvillette smut#neuvillette x reader smut#genshin imagines#genshin x you
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