#writing reqest

[lovelyatomicpeace]

I don't know if you've ever watched the show Kim Possible, but how about writing a fic where Ron and Felix (the guy in a wheelchair who first appeared in the "Motor Ed" episode) are forced to clean up their clothes at Felix's house? As if a passing car suddenly covered them in mud while they were on the street 🤭

All about...belts

1496 words

Ron stoppable x Felix Renton

Hello everyone this is the first fanfiction I have written on a request: I am very happy to have received it and honestly I have to thank @milliardpeacecraft for having done to me this request. I hope I fulfilled your request and expectations as best as you wanted me to. Enjoy it

"the atmosphere is full of expectation, and the enthusiasm of young minds preparing for a friendly challenge is palpable: we are witnessing an extraordinary event that promises to be more than just a basketball game. We are facing a duel.

Felix's presence on the court changes the fate of the game: The wedge ball is thrown skyward and Felix, with a powerful thrust of his arms, makes the first movement. The audience erupts in applause that fills the air. Felix strikes first, dribbling the ball deftly and surprisingly fast ; his cyborg chair wheels glide across the shiny floor as if he had wings, Ron prepares to defend himself, positioning himself to thwart him.

Felix throws the ball and, with a perfect trajectory, hits the basket. The net moves and the audience cheers in approval. The ball whizzes through the air, and time seems to stand still as everyone awaits its fate. And what a shot! a bounce on the floor, perfect arc and...basket!

The crowd explodes with joy at Felix's talent."

"Felix, when you're done with your imaginary chronicle of the game, I'm going back in!" said Ron, in a tone of exasperation, forcing the words out between arm movements and laughter. Felix's wheelchair moved with a surprising grace, and each feint he made to chronicle the games of the match seemed to live a life of its own.

"Still, Ron, you can't deny it: every great game needs a great reporter!" He said it in a joking tone. Every shot Ron took seemed to be a small failure, while Felix seemed to dance in that chair of his, precise shots and plays that looked like something out of a movie.

"Come on, force yourself a little! Pretend there's an audience. Imagine the world watching us!" incited Felix, but despite that support, Ron threw that ball more and more awkwardly, and the foaming laughter mingled with the shots against the basket. When the sun finally began to set and the colors turned shades of orange, Ron and Felix found themselves completely covered in mud, their shirts soaked and their legs dirty from the long game.

"We are disasters!" exclaimed Ron, looking at his friend with amazement and amusement, Felix shrugged, laughing. "A disaster is just another art form, my friend." They finally arrived home, and Ron opened the door with one hand, the other busy holding Felix's wheelchair. The kitchen was awash with the smell of food that mingled with the scent of fresh mud. Felix's mother, squared the two young men with astonishment, before bursting out laughing. "Is this you? Or is this a trick for Halloween?"

"It was a miscalculation," said Ron, as his face colored with humiliation. "We were supposed to play basketball no make war on each other," said Ron sarcastically as he looked at Felix lopsidedly

"Before you take off your clothes and take a bath, at least try not to bring mud into the house!" Says his mother

Ron helped Felix move toward his room by moving his chair: looking in the mirror he could not help but laugh again, being completely covered in mud up to his neck. "I hope you know how to get these stains out-it's going to be a tough fight!"

Clothes were strewn everywhere, and the two boys were trying to disentangle their shirts and pants. "Felix, if I don't kill you, whose pants will I take off?" joked Ron, laughing as he approached him. The joke was followed by a gentle push that made Felix stagger. Ron's laughter turned into an expression of surprise as, with a hasty movement, he grabbed Felix's pants to remove them. Felix, stunned, found himself in an awkward moment: his pants had been ripped off, leaving him in breeches. But to his surprise a paper photo dropped from his pants pocket, gliding gently to the floor.

"But what is this?" asked Ron, bending down to pick up the photo. With a quick glance, he recognized the figures in it: a young Felix, his smiling father next to a stout man who appeared to be his uncle.

"It was the summer a few years ago...," Felix began "My father had decided to take me to the lake with my uncle. It was a special day, full of sunshine and laughter. I remember we had taken a boat trip, and then my uncle took us to a small pebble beach. We and played for hours. My father even dived in fully clothed, laughing like a baby...and I, well, I thought it was funny I asked him to play one of his wacky games but while we were doing it my pants slipped off...for no reason at all."

"I can't believe it!" Felix's voice interrupted as Ron's laughter grew louder.

"Ron, don't laugh!" scolded Felix, but there was a note of a smile in his voice.

"I'm not laughing at you, but at the situation! Just imagine your face! Can you imagine it? Your father's face!" Laughing even louder

Felix burst out laughing too, unable to hold back his amusement. "You're right! It was ridiculous! But the funny thing is, after a moment of embarrassment, my father and uncle began to pull their pants down, too."

Ron, continued to laugh and then, asked, "So, what did you do?"

Felix scratched the back of his head, trying to keep his tone serious. "We had to go home, and all I had was ... flowered boxers! Fortunately, an old towel of my mother's ended up covering me while I was getting my pants back on. But since that day, today is the second consecutive day I lost my pants!" The light in his eyes showed the amusement of reliving that story, now out of any embarrassment.

But Ron's life also had its own bizarre logic. Not even a quarter of an hour passed that, as he moved around Felix's room, his pants slipped off his waist and, in a moment of pure comedy, he found himself in a situation that would have been hilarious to anyone else. Felix, joining him in his wheelchair, began to laugh out loud. "Can I ask you, out of curiosity, why this keeps happening?" Ron paused, his face flushed but amused "I know, I know, it seems like a curse! Maybe I like running more than dressing appropriately! Or maybe I'm simply made of a material that rebels! You know, I'm not exactly the most coordinated type."

Felix wiped tears from his eyes. "Could it be that you have a defective belt or a plot against pants? Maybe it's just the fashion that doesn't forgive you?"

Ron's laughter echoed through the room. "I should take a tailoring class, maybe! Or maybe we should write a book called 'How Not To Be Ron: Twelve Steps To Keep Your Pants Worn'!" As the two continued joking, there was a sense of levity between them, but there was also something deeper. Every shared laugh and misadventure contributed to a bond that went beyond friendship. But both seemed oblivious to that feeling.

"Really, I don't understand why this keeps happening," huffed Ron, raising his hands in resignation. "It's like my pants have a life of their own!"

"Why Ron, you're clumsy!" teased Felix, as his gaze turned serious for a moment.

The sound of a voice coming from the kitchen interrupted their conversation. "Felix! It's ready! Come to dinner!" It was Felix's mom, about to serve one of her rich, fragrant dinners that would make any hungry teenager happy.

"I promise that one day I will find a solution for your pants," Felix said with a smile that hid the depth of his feelings, but his mind was caught up in deeper thoughts.

Something was changing between them, and he could feel it.

When they reached the kitchen, the aroma of tomato and basil sauce filled the air. "I hope you are hungry! Dinner is served," said Felix's mom, as she placed generous portions of spaghetti on the plates.

"Thanks, Mom!" exclaimed Felix, settling down next to Ron: with an awkward movement, Ron settled down, and his pants slipped back on. Hearing the cracking of the buttons coming off, Felix burst out laughing, as Ron covered his face with his hands in shame.

"Ron, you're a mess!" said Felix in laughter, but deep down he felt a mixture of tenderness and affection, "I think you need to learn to dress better, dear," replied Felix's mother with a smile as she served two servings of steaming spaghetti to the boys. "But I like your colorful pants!" she added, sending him an affectionate look.

Felix realized how lucky he was: his parents were incredible, and even though Ron was a mess, it was a mess that made him feel alive. Dinner continued amid laughter and chatter. Felix knew it was a special time, a time when even the smallest accidents made things brighter.

[flyingspicerack]

12 and 41 for maoichi. smirks

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12 - stomach

"H-Hey, wait, w-what are you doing?"

"Hm?" Looking up at them with heavy lidded eyes, Ichimatsu stops.

The two had just finished a heavy make out session, wandering hands abound chests fondled, both hot and bothered, amped up and ready to keep going further. Just moments before, Ichimatsu had asked if he could use his mouth, wanting to bury his face in them so desperately and was on his way to fulfil what he set out to do, he was just taking a small detour. He had been placing kisses all along their stomach, kissing down the curve of their belly, slowly making his way lower and lower. When Mao spoke up, he had stopped, chin now gently resting in the small indent where their belly button was.

"W-Why are you kissing there?" They ask softly, embarrassed. Propped up a bit by pillows, Mao looks down at him, one of their hand at their mouth, the back of their hand pressed against their lips, covering a bit of their face out of shyness.

"We... We've been dating for over half a year now... and you have to keep asking that?" He asks, stoic, eyes heavy lidded.

Mao shifts their eyes away, mild guilt now filling them.

"Mao... I kiss here because I like you... a-and I like this... I like your stomach, a lot." He says, proceeded to bring both hands to their belly and groping at it. "And... I'll keep reassuring you that I do... I really... really really like your stomach... There's just..." He tilts his head down so he can kiss at it again, now at the little space below their belly button. His words are slightly muffled as he speaks into the skin. "So much to grab... kiss..." Oh, he so so so desperately wants to say it, he wants to use the word... he wants to tell them he loves their stomach, but he... he can't he's a coward, he's just not ready to say it. He's even forbid himself from even saying the word around them when even referring to anything else, as if he really used that word all that much to begin with...

"I... I'm sorry I have a hard time believing you... I'm trying, I really am..." They look down at him, watching the top of his head, the bridge of his nose as he kisses.

Ichimatsu speaks between kisses, eyes fluttered shut. "I know... I know... We'll keep... working on it... together."

"P-Promise you don't mind?"

Ichimatsu stops and tilts his head up to meet their nervous gaze. He pulls a hand from where it was gently gripping one of their hip rolls and wordlessly holds up an outstretched pinkie.

Pulling the hand away from their mouth, Mao extends their own pinkie to meet his, the two intertwining. The both sharing a small moment before releasing each others digits.

Then, as quickly as the sweet smile had spread on his lips, it turns a bit malicious, corners morphing the expression to a smirk. "Now... let me show you how much I really like your body, yeah?"

With a little squeak, Mao nods, face bloomed with a deep pink hue as Ichimatsu proceeds to delve between their thighs.

41 - while one is sick

Giggles fill the room, bouncing off the walls of the shared bedroom belonging to the set of sextuplets, though it is surprisingly empty. Lying down, whole futon to himself, Ichimatsu lies at the very end of it in his typical spot, lying flat on his back. Kneeled beside him, his loving partner of only a few weeks, the source of these giggles. For the first time ever, after about 7 or so months of knowing each other, Mao has heard him sneeze for the first time. The result of holding in what could be a loud explosion, is simply a compressed little sneeze that simply sounds like a small, cute little squeak. As their giggles subside, the hand that had unsuccessfully tried to suppress the laughter moves away from their mouth to sit in their lap with their other hand. "Hehe, I'm sorry Ichimatsu-kun, I just had no idea you sounded so cute when you sneeze." Ichimatsu's eyes are shifted away, face red out of a mixture of embarrassment, the fever from his cold, and mild anger. He's not angry at them for laughing, that's the embarrassment. No, he's angry that he's gotta sound like that when he sneezes. "Can you just put the cold compress on me and leave." He grumbles.

"Hm? No, I'm not going anywhere." They reply, picking up the cold compress from the bowl of ice water its soaking it, proceeded to wring it out as he continue speaking. "You took care of me last week, it's the least I could do."

"You're... gonna get si-si-si-si-ICHU!!" He sneezes.

Mao sighs and rerolls the towel again so it's perfect, then lean over their boyfriend and with a gentle hand, move his bangs so they can put the cold towel there. "Sick?" They ask.

"Ugh, yeah..." He mutters.

They playfully roll their eyes, still leaning over him a bit. "Isn't that what you told me? This is a result of you taking care of me, remember?"

He closes his eyes, brows furrowing. "We'll end up in a cycle of perpetual sick. It's happened before... then we all turned into Jyushimatsu..."

Mao giggles again, thinking he's joking because he's sick, not knowing that was something that actually legitimately happened. "Well, I think the fact that you couldn't hold back from making out with me is what got you sick.

"I didn't see you complaining." He smirks, eyes still closed.

They scoff a little. "What? You got a lot of nerve, Ichimatsu-kun, I distinctly remembering trying to tell you to stop."

"Yeah, but... emphasis on 'trying,' you were giggling, and saying it like-" He changes the pitch of his voice and softens it a bit, trying to mimic their voice full of little giggles. "-Nooo stooop~"

They reach a hand over and lightly pinch his cheek. "Cheeky fucker."

He lets out a low chuckle before fishing his hand out from beneath the blankets and attempts to push their hand off. "So is that a no?"

"Hm?" They tilt their head to the side, not sure what he's asking.

"No more sick kisses? I think... they healed you, so they'll probably heal me, right?" He opens one of his eyes, trying to peek at them.

Mao's chest tightens... the two of them have just started their relationship together, and the both of them were insufferable, absolutely insatiable. No, they haven't done anything more than kissing, actually, they still haven't even introduced tongue yet, and still... they wanted their lips locked every moment they could, and this was driving them insane. The both of them... Sick, back to back? Torturous.

"I'll... give you a little one." They... they can't help themself, proceeding to move so they're on their knees beside him, but they half tower over him, putting each hand on either side of his head, their pink hair flowing over their shoulder a bit, the ends dusting against his chest.

Ichimatsu now opens both eyes, cheeks flushed, a slight look of surprise settles to satisfaction, his lips curling a little.

Leaning down, Mao goes to place a little kiss at the tip of his nose, but as he was expecting an actual kiss, he tilts his head to meet their lips instead.

Startled, Mao pulls back, towering above him again. "H-Hey."

A smirk sits on his lips. "You didn't say anything about not on the mouth."

Sighing, they shake their head a little. "What am I gonna do with you?"

He doesn't answer verbally, just puckers his lips.

They can't say no... even if they get sick again because of it... it's worth it, it's worth it for Ichimatsu. Moving now so they're under the blankets with him, Mao nuzzles up to him, placing soft kisses on his cheek that trail to his lips as he turns to meet them, neither caring about the cold compress that's fallen, neither caring about the cycle of sickness they'll be putting themselves into.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Philip is quite frankly, fucked.

alright luv ur the last of this week's ficlets cuz I needed to make sure this was what it needed to be (since it's gonna link up with the big thing I'm working on)

WARNING: below this line lies implied future and past incestual activity of the brothers sharing boys variety - we're gonna call it afoxcest (alex and the fox bros) (superior to wincest) or FirstprinceS - we'll see - but if you do not or can not read this bcuz of that do us all a favor and scroll right by!!!

Philip is, quite frankly, fucked, he’ll admit it; Martha is laughing at him this morning when he has her over for breakfast to discuss how perfect Alex could be for Henry. Of course, she immediately realizes that Philip also thinks Alex is perfect. He isn’t even going to bother attempting to convince her that isn’t the case. She knows him as well as he knows her. They don’t have any secrets.

“I just need to hope Henry was his ‘impressing foreign boys’ self and not his ‘pissing the foreign boys off with his inability to be functional’ self.”

“Pip, that’s not fair; you know he’s struggling since your dad’s death. I know you’ve tried to help, but your Gran is a lot, and Henry has been getting the worst of it since then. Even if he has messed up, as we both know is possible your Gran was being a right shit forcing him so many places lately. You’ll just have to help him fix that. If you are truly convinced Alex is so perfect for him, or more, you’ll need to have a plan.”

How she never batted an eye when she found out that Henry and Philip have occasionally shared a man between them made him realize even more how lucky he was to have fallen in love with Martha. It’s not a thing they do often, less than they would like, but it’s not like they can find any random person. Their father’s illness did not make things easier in that regard. Besides dealing with the fact they may lose him, the person who helped their mother know who she was. He held their family together, and when he got sick, Philip watched their grandmother creep into more of their lives. He and Martha have attempted to divert as much of that attention off the rest of his family as they can by appearing to fall in line, but it has not been as successful as he would like it to be.  

Philip is brought out of his thoughts when Martha clears her throat and realizes he’s been staring at the table. There, he has the paper sprawled out, the picture of Henry and Alex at the diving competition that some photographer has snapped. Alex appears to be walking toward Henry with a smile that would make kings send armies to battle for him. Philip hopes it went well. He’ll find out soon; if not, he’ll help Henry fix it.

That afternoon, when Henry returns, Philip finds him in the music room at Kensington. He plops down the paper on the table next to him, and Henry looks up, startled, almost as if he’s expecting a reprimand. He instantly knows something must have gone wrong and hopes it’s fixable. He kneels in front of Henry, pulling his hands in his to comfort him, “What happened, Henry?”

“He's so beautiful, Pip,” the small, almost smile that tugs at Henry’s lips is sad, “But I’m certain I mucked it up beyond repair.” Philip gets up and pulls Henry to the nearby sofa, letting him tell him all the details, and starts thinking about what he needs to do to fix this and who he needs to contact to find out more about Mr. Claremont-Diaz. Henry begins to sob into Philip's shoulder. He soothes him, letting him fall asleep against him like their father used to do for all of them.

this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather, they'll all be there as they get written

[koushuwu]

pinned updated, mobile header made. now i just need a header for my browser theme. not tonight though. brain is ded, thighs and abdomen are cramps and i have to pee.

[nanaslutt]

HI NANA ILY spiral anon again i have a request ^.^ reread ur 'stealing ur panties' smau and i'm so obsessed with the nanami one do u think u would ever write perv nanami? like as a coworker or an apartment neighbour stealing ur panties from the laundromat... idk i'm kinda obsessed w the concept n i need it TY <33 -🌀

ʚ cont: fem reader, perv!Nanami, panty stealing, fantasizing, jerking off, masturbation (r!)

ʚ note: my reqests are closed, i just woke up wanting to write a little and found this gem in my inbox

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Perv!Nanami has been working so hard over the past year to get close to you, his pretty little neighbor. You have the same impression of him that everybody else shares about the handsome man; kind, gentle, and caring. And that's exactly what he wants you to think about him when he knocks on your door and asks you if you would like to eat with him because he "ordered too much takeout." Or when he so kindly comes to your house each week to take your laundry down to the shared washers and dryers the apartments provide because of, "convenience."

And of course, you say yes, how could you not? Nanami is such a good guy, and you know your clothes will be safe with him, that he'll treat them good and return them to you folded and smelling like poppies. And because NAnami is such a nice man, you never even think twice when he brings your laundry to you hours later and you're missing a pair or two of panties. You don't worry about it, they always show up sooner or later--and the pink pair sitting on top of the pile of freshly cleaned clothes? You could've sworn those have been missing for weeks but maybe they were just buried at the bottom of the pile and you missed them, yeah, that had to be it.

Nanami doesn't want you growing suspicious and he sure as hell doesn't want you spending your precious money on new panties if you think you're missing your old ones. He convinces you that you've been so busy lately and probably misplaced the undergarments after coming home and peeling your clothes off after a long day. You blush at the thought of Nanami seeing you in such a state, and the look on your face and the way you avert your eyes doesn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you, trying to convince you your panties will show up again.

And they always do. Right after Nanami finishes taking real good care of them, just like he'll do to you one day. After Nanami so generously offers to take your clothes down, he sets the basket on top of the already rattling dryer and closes the door so no one walks in and sees what he's about to do. God, he doesn't know what he would do if you walked in on him like this. At first, Nanami was good about taking your panties and hauling them up to his room to worship them, but the urge to have you only grew every day, leading him to now pull his pants down and wrap your panties around his cock almost the moment he steps inside the laundry room.

Nanami hastily digs through your basket, searching for the prettiest pair of panties as his sore cock throbs against his hard zipper, begging for release. He prays you didn't notice the way his cock strained against his pants when he was convincing you you lost your panties after a long day's work, hoping the basket he held over his crotch covered most of his problem. After acquiring his target, Nanami leans back against the door with his full weight and fishes his cock from his pants, hard and dripping between his legs, a little wetness falling and making contact with the floor.

Nanami wastes no time before holding your panties up to his nose and inhaling, his hand already working furiously over his cock, wet noises, and muffled grunts getting drowned out by the rattling dryer in front of him. The 'nice' man paints generous pictures in his head of his pretty little neighbor exhausted after work, barely closing her door before stripping off her clothes in the hall, leading to her room.

He's unable to stop the groan that surfaces as he drops his head against the door and lets his eyes fall shut, wrapping the part of your panties that touches your cunt against his tip, rubbing his own wetness against yours while jerking himself off with his other hand now, legs spreading the longer he goes. He feels himself already so close to the end as he pictures your dripping body in the shower, scrubbing the day off of you. He would spend so much time helping you get clean if he had the chance. He would also make sure to spend plenty of time washing your tits, wondering how long he could get away with groping you there before you figured out he had ulterior motives for cleaning you.

Nanami pulled his lip between his teeth as he imagined your now soaked body walking out of the shower, leaving a trail of water behind you from your poor job of drying off before you plopped down onto your bed, bedroom already dim as you reached a hand between your thighs, finding that ache, that need between them that would finally relax your sore body after such a hard day.

His thrusts speed up as he vividly watches you in his mind as you push a finger between your folds, gasping in relief before you start up a quick pace, your other hand alternating between playing with your clit and rubbing your chest. It usually doesn't take Nanami long once he gets to this point, his body lurching as his bach arches with spasms, his cock kicking against your panties as he dirties the fabric even more, drenching the poor thong in his thick cum that he would much rather give you, inside you.

The guilt of his acts never ceases to go away after he finishes defiling your panties, but he ignores it the best he can, putting the now ruined panties back in the hamper before he fishes out two more to keep for himself this week. Wonder if he would feel better about his deeds if he learned that his jerk-off fantasy wasn't all that wrong and that the person you use in your own fantasies to get off is your kind, gentle, and caring neighbor.

[2braincellslz]

UPDATE ON REQUESTS!!!!!

Requests are not guaranteed. I will try and do all but if I cant motive myself to do it, it might not get done.

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men react to different insecurities part 1

Pairings: Nanami x reader with facial scars (reqested by @ynackerman9499) Megumi x fem! reader with small breasts (requested by anon) Sukuna x reader with acne (requested by @sanicsmut)

Word Count: 2,9k

Warnings: if you feel triggered by any of those insecurities please don't read it, I'm writing this out of an insecure pov - there's nothing wrong with having scars, acne or small breasts okay 🤍 Hope y'all enjoy 🤍

Kento Nanami - facial scars

You look at yourself in the mirror, eyes already starting to sting in tears. Why? Why did it have to end like this? You were never a pity person, never worried too much about looks. But this, this is something completely different.

“Hey darling, are you okay?”

“Yeah…”, you mumble in response, shaky hand mindlessly dropping your toothbrush into the sink.

You hate the way you look, the way those ugly scars are now a part of your face that will never fade away. Even though you are lucky you even survived, even though all that counts for you is that your precious boyfriend is still around, you’ve been avoiding looking at your own self ever since, covering yourself with makeup and masks even around him.

Him. Kento Nanami. The light of your life, the best boyfriend you could ask for. He told you over and over how much he loves you, that he couldn’t care less about a few scars decorating your face. But ever since that fateful day, you hid yourself very well from him – so well that he hasn’t seen your face ever since.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, a gentle voice behind you mumbles.

Before you are able to react, he wraps his arms around you from behind and presses your body against his large frame. Frantically, you cover your face with your hands, your mask laying on top of the shelf on the other side of the room. Fuck, why didn’t you lock the door as usual? How could you be so careless? If he gets to see you like this, a jaw-dropping gorgeous man like Kento…

Would he still love you after seeing you like this when you aren’t even able to accept yourself?

“Please stop hiding from me, (y/n). I know the last weeks were rough, that you are insecure about the scars the fight left on your face. But please, just let me look at you without makeup or that mask, let me finally see the love of my life again. You are too precious to not be looked at.”

“I’m not”, you cough out.

Don’t cry, don’t make it more embarrassing than it already is. You have always been so strong, so independent. Crying over something ridiculous like this doesn’t suit you at all. You know yourself that it’s stupid, hiding from the love of your life because of a few scars. But every time you look into the mirror, you see nothing but a crippled version of what you used to be, a shadow of the person Kento fell in love with.

You couldn’t take it. Over and over, you imagined how he’d stare at you with disgust creeping up his face, turning away from you and never coming back. No wonder, Kento is a very attractive man after all, women hitting on him every time both of you go out. But you…One single glimpse in the mirror is enough to make you shiver, to let a single tear fall down your eye.

You are far away from being attractive by now.

“I hate seeing you like this and it truly breaks my heart that I’m not able to see your gorgeous face anymore-“

“Because it’s not”, you scream so suddenly that he flinches.

“I look nothing like the person you fell in love with years ago! I-I’m nothing but a shadow of myself, Kento! If you see me like this, you…”

You can’t put it into words, the thought alone cutting through your heart like a knife through warm butter. He’s better off without you and you know it, he’d definitely be able to pull a nice partner for himself, one that doesn’t look as worn down as yourself. But your heart simply can’t take it, just thinking about him with someone else feels like dying from inside.

You can’t lose him. Even if it’s selfish.

“(y/n).”

Gently, he positions himself in front of you and grabs your face. You want to run away, want to hide your ugly scars from his gaze. But instead, you just stare at him blankly, tears rolling down your cheeks like a waterfall by now. Is this the moment, the moment he realizes that he doesn’t want to be with you anymore?

“Just like I expected. You look as breath-taking as you did back then. These scars show nothing but how strong you are, that you are able to survive everything. Why would you ever suggest that I’d leave you because of something like this? You are my treasure, my everything, (y/n). Wouldn’t you love me if I had scars all over my face?”

“Of course I would”, you sniff immediately.

Kento smiles down at you softy, placing a kiss on every little scar on your face while you cry your eyes out.

How? How do you even deserve a caring man like him, how is he still able to look at you with nothing but affection in his eyes?

“See? Now, put away those masks and your makeup and be proud of what you did, okay? You saved the lives of our first years. Never forget how strong you are.”

“I love you more than anything else, Kento”, you mumble before pressing your face against his firm chest and getting lost in his scent.

“I love you too, darling. Maybe even more with those scars.”

Megumi Fushiguro - small breasts

You watch in sheer disinterest as a random girl from another Jujutsu sorcerer school positions herself in front of you, her cheeky grin almost eating you up alive.

“And who are you?”

“I’m (y/n) and a student here at Jujutsu High”, you remark dryly, not interested the slightest in her cheeky tone.

From the outside, she definitely looks like a dream girl. Tall but not too tall, blonde but not too blonde, doe eyes but not too innocent. And not to mention, the big pair of cherries that seems to stare right through your soul.

Even though you know that you are a decent looking girl, this one thing about your body always made you feel insecure. Every damn day of puberty, you hoped for a miracle overnight, that your breast might eventually start growing. But of course, that never happened.

Instead, you seem to be stuck with small boobs until the end of time. And while it definitely has its advantages here and there, it always makes you feel bad about yourself when you see girls like her, girls who are blessed with those natural curves.

“What kind of woman is your type?”, you suddenly hear from afar, ears perking up just the slightest.

“I don’t know.”

You swallow. That voice you know all to well, the voice of bored Megumi Fushiguro. Who is he talking to? And why on earth does your heart start racing, waiting desperately for his response?

“Are you more like an ass or a boob guy?”

“As long as they have an unshakable character, I won’t ask for more.”

“I saw the way you blinked when I said boobs.”

“There’s nothing wrong with admitting the truth”, Yuji interjects.

“Even if I do, what’s the purpose of all these stupid questions!?”

Your heart sinks. Ever since you’ve joined Jujutsu High, you always had both eyes set on that gorgeous boy. And even though it always seemed a little ridiculous, you thought he even liked you back from time to time. How stupid it was to think that a boy like him would want a girl like you, how stupid to even consider you are his type. Aren’t all boys nowadays into big boobs or big butts?

To be honest, you have neither.

“Why are you looking at me so sad now? Oh, are you jealous? Don’t worry, not everyone has the right to be blessed by mother nature. You’ll find someone who loves you the way you are, though – looking like a stick.”

Her words. Her venomous words shouldn’t hit you with full force, her words shouldn’t make tears sting in the corners of your eyes.

But oh they do.

With a swift motion, you get up from the stairs you were sitting on, running up as fast as you can to avoid curious looks. Damn, how was a bitch like her able to make you feel this miserable, why does it even bother you this much that you have a smaller chest?

Because everyone around you doesn’t have this issue. Because it seems like you’re the only one who isn’t blessed. Even Nobara and Maki have bigger boobs than you, even though Maki is well-trained. Why do you have to look this way? And why…

Why isn’t this what Megumi wants?

“Have you seen her? That looked like (y/n) running into that room”, Megumi mutters, looking after you in confusion.

Why would you run into a storage room so rapidly? You almost looked sad, as if something hurt you. He clenches his fist, not even caring about Yuji’s answer anymore. Out of all people, you are the one who shouldn’t feel bad a single moment, whoever did this to you will-“

“(y/n)”, he breathes out.

There you sit, back against the wall and your face in your hands, tears visibly running down your face. His heart almost stops. Megumi has never seen you cry, you were always the cool and composed one. What made you sit there, crying your eyes out?

“Don’t look at me”, you spit at him, turning away in an instant while hugging your knees.

Your words hit him with full force. Why did you sound so furious, did he do something wrong?

“But (y/n), I want to know what-“

“You’re not interested in my anyway, aren’t you?”

You know all too well how ridiculous and childish your words sound, but you can’t keep yourself together. All these months you roamed after him, thought you’d really stand a chance. And now…

And now Megumi Fushiguro isn’t into girls with small breasts?

“Why would you think that?”, he replies in an instant.

Instinctively, he rushes to your side, his mind racing. When did he ever give you the idea that he isn’t interested in you? Of course, he wasn’t exactly clear about it. After all, he himself was scared that you might not be interested in him and everything would turn out awkward after his confession. But did he really treat you this badly?

“Didn’t you say it yourself?”

The venomous tone of your voice makes him flinch. Even with your face puffy from all the tears and twisted in agony, you still look absolutely breath-taking. God, when did he mess up so bad? He can’t lose you like this, not when he doesn’t even know what happened-

“If you’re not attracted to girls with small breasts, I’m certainly not the one for you.”

Megumi has to blink a few times, mind trying to understand the words that just left your mouth. He, into girls with big breast? He, not into you? It doesn’t make any sense. You, the most wonderful girl walking on this earth? You with a body that makes his knees go weak in an instant? You, the girl he’s hopelessly in love with?

“What are you talking about? You are the only one I care about”, he clarifies before thinking twice.

Your heart skips a beat, eyes darting towards him in an instant. One look into his innocent orbs tells you that he isn’t just lying into your face, that he actually means what he just said. Does that mean…?

“B-but…Just a few moments ago, you said it yourself!”, you demand weakly.

“You mean my conversation with that guy from Kyoto? (y/n), I couldn’t care less about things like that. The only think that’s important for me is your character made of pure gold, okay? And also, I love your body the way it is. You look absolutely stunning. And your breast do too.”

In an instant, your cheeks turn bright red. Oh god, did he really just say that? Megumi wants to punch himself for his unfiltered words, for the fact that he clearly made you uncomfortable. Is there a way out of this misery?

“I-I mean…I think they look really good. You look really good. You don’t need big breasts for that. And I imagine small breast have their-“

“Please”, you interrupt him.

“I get it, but can we please stop talking about my boobs like that?”

Ryomen Sukuna - acne

“A pretty bad position you put yourself him, huh?”, the king of curses in front of you sneers.

Your hands fight desperately against the invisible chains, eyes searching for the tiniest possibility of a way out. But it’s impossible. After all, you aren’t held hostage by anyone. No, the man who’s sitting in front of you with his head resting in his hand is none other than Sukuna himself.

“Rather a position you put me in, idiot”, you bite back.

He chuckles unpromising, hand grabbing your chin before you’re even able to fight back. His eyes let your blood freeze in your veins, heart pumping so loudly that you bet he can hear it from afar.

“I don’t need to remind you that you’re here because you’re fighting for the wrong side, right?”

“The wrong side? Whose side is right, then?”

“Mine, of course.”

You snort disdainfully, yanking your chin out of his firm grasp. This guy has some nerves, talking down at you when you were out there enjoying yourself.

“I bet you’d fit well right by my side. You’re strong, you’re hot-“

“Don’t call me hot”, you interrupt immediately.

Out of instinct, you turn your face away from him. The face that makes you feel uncomfortable every time someone looks at it, the face that is responsible for multiple dumb comments you received when you were still at school. You know it’s a quite common thing. Many people fight against acne, some worse than you. But god, how much you hate to look at yourself, to see a new red spot on your face each and every day. No one at Jujutsu High ever pointed it out or looked at you in disgust. Yes, the times were people picked on you because of your acne are long gone.

But oh, their comments still haunt you, they still make you believe that you will never be able to be fully beautiful with those things covering your damn face.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

May the ground swallow you whole and get you out of this uncomfortable position. Why on earth does it have to be Sukuna who gets curious about you rejecting his compliment? Why can’t Yuji just regain the control over his body and put an end to your suffering?

“Because it’s a lie”, you press out.

Again, Sukuna gets a hold of your chin, his face now so near that you aren’t able to escape his stinging gaze anymore.

“Why are you saying that, brat?”

“Are you blind or something?”, you bark at him.

It feels like back then when your classmates used to pick on you. But this time, it isn’t a dumb kid that just wants to make fun of you. No, this time it’s actually the king of curses who toys with your insecurity, the only sore point you have about yourself.

“You may be. Because I don’t get why you’re talking down yourself like that.”

“Don’t you see that stuff covering my whole face?”

You can’t take it anymore, his intense staring paired with your own embarrassment. Within the last months, you really thought you got over the fact that your acne won’t go away that fast, that you’ll have to fight for it to disappear. And since no one ever mentioned it at Jujutsu High, you began to tolerate the red marks covering your skin. But at this moment, your sensitive confidence seems to shatter.

“And what about it? I don’t get what you’re talking about, brat”, Sukuna remarks dryly.

You blink a few times. The bored expression on his face tells you more than clearly that he isn’t making fun of you at all. Is it really possible that Ryomen Sukuna meant what he said, that he isn’t bothered about your face?

“I have acne all over my face”, you breathe out.

He rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders, hand moving your chin right and left.

“I don’t give zero fucks about that.”

It’s a simple answer, an answer spat in your face with disinterest. But oh does it make sparks fly around you and your heart almost beat out of your chest. The king of curses doesn’t care about acne.

The fucking king of curses called you hot despite your face is covered in red spots.

“I don’t know why anyone would care about shit like that. You’re strong and you’re hot, what about those spots?”, he continues while rolling his eyes.

“You really mean it”, you mutter more to yourself than him, a smile creeping up your face.

You feel like a little girl, the urge to giggle and jump up and down almost becoming unbearable. He really finds you hot. He really saw your face and lost not a single thought about your acne.

And he’s the king of curses.

“Why are you looking at me like that, brat? Did you forget that I kidnapped you?”

“Oh, you can kidnap me anytime”, you answer almost euphoric.

Sukuna tilts his head, eyes scanning you up and down.

“Humans really are strange.”

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[simpsdept]

Carmilla x fem reader smut

Words: 811

“Is this a good idea..?”

A/n: sorry I haven’t posted much this week! I’ve been pretty busy! I’m trying to write more often for yall! Also check out my “Carmillaxfemalereader” blog!

(Reqested by: Thysmother on AO3)

Warnings: public sex, fingering, praising, dirty talk

Both you and the weapons dealer, Carmilla Carmine were heading over to a nice restaurant down the town. Camilla’s been overworking lately and you wanted her to relax a little with a nice dinner. “Mi amor, I do have to thank you. I would have never gotten out of that room if it wasn’t for you to come and get me” she smiled down at you.

You look back up at her and smile too “of course! You really do need a break, you’re always working so hard. You deserve it” you tell her as you interlock your fingers with her large white ones.

She lets out a soft chuckle and kissed your forehead softly. “What did I do to deserve you?” She said as you both walked into the restaurant. You ask the waiter for a table, picking one away from the other sinners near a window. The both of you go to sit down at the booth, Carmilla sitting right next to you.

While waiting Carmilla moved one of her arms around your shoulder to pull you closer. You smile and chuckled softly, leaning into her more. “Aren’t you affectionate today” you say jokingly and place a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Your too hard to resist mi Corazón..” she said in a more lusty voice, kissing your neck gently and leaving black lipstick stains alone your collarbone.

“Carmilla were in public…” you say slightly embarrassed with a blush on your face as you look around to make no ones watching.

“So? Who cares what they think..and I want to show everyone what’s mine..” she said with a soft smirk, kissing and nibbling your collar bone gently. You stifle a moan and held your hand over your mouth to keep yourself silent. She pulled away when a succubus waiter came over to ask for your drinks and food. “Two wine glasses please” Carmilla said. You smile politely at the succubus, then your breath hitched.

You felt her large white fingers rubbing your heated core covered in your pants under the table, you look down to cover your blush. The waiter, lucky for you, didn’t notice this and jotted down the orders and then walked away. “Carmilla..what are you doing..?” You ask, aroused and embarrassed”

“..Mi Amor..just keep quiet and it will be okay..” she says, you felt your pant’s buttons starting to come undone, her large finger easily pulling it undone. You could feel her hand slip into your pants, cutting through your panties and touching your sensitive folds. You let out a quiet moan, holding no one there heard it. Carmilla chuckles seductively into your ears quietly. “Shhhh my dear..let’s not get caught now..” she says and pushed one of her fingers into your throbbing and aroused cunt.

You let out a slight gasp, holding a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. She placed her lips on your neck, her breathing hitting it. “That’s my good girl…so quiet..so tight..” she whispered and left more lipstick stains on your neck.

You stifle and muffle your moans into your hand, your other hand gripped the edge of the booths seat. Your body tensed and trembled when she added another one of her large fingers into you, pounding slowly and sensually into your sobbing pussy, while whispering small praises and words.

“I love how tight my fingers fit into your pussy Corazón ..it’s such a perfect fit..” she whispered more against your neck, now kissing up your jaw. Her beautiful red and white eyes looked into your own, lust and love filled in them. “You’re such a good girl for me..”

She pushed another finger into your cunt, this caused you to lightly buck your hips into her fingers, trying to keep silent as many moans as possible. She lets out another chuckle “oh so desperate for attention…don’t worry baby..once we get home I’ll show you some real love~” she promises.

You start to whimper softly into your hand, feeling the reach of your climax, which Carmilla took notice of. “So close now aren’t you..? Be a good girl for me and cum..” she signals you and gives one final thrust, your walls tightened around her large fingers, that causes you to let you have your orgasm, the hot liquid coating Carmillas fingers and the inside of your pants.

Though you have to say that it was perfect timing, cause right after you finished your climax the waiter came back again with your guys food, setting it on the table. Carmilla sent the waiter away with a thanks and then looked back at your aroused, blushing and satisfied form. “Oh just wait till we get home..I’m going to devour you just like I’m going to devour this food..”

[citrus-writing]

I'd love to see more Illumi x reader from you <3

Thank you so much for reqesting! I wrote some misc yandere illumi headcanons and drabbles, mostly pre-kidnapping. Feel free to request more!

Illumi is patient, especially in the beginning. He's content to follow behind you, unseen and unheard, watching you go about your normal day to day. He watches you go about shopping for groceries and despite how mundane and boring it is, he watches you pick out your desired meals with rapt attention. He watches you when you go out with your friends, watches the way they behave around you, the way they laugh and joke- when you laugh, he tries to comprehend what about them is so endearing to you. But when they make a joke at your expense, and yours smile doesn't quite meet your eyes, he decides that they done something unforgivable, and that they won't get the chance to do it again.

No matter how you met him, whether it was friendly or casual or even hostile, once he's laid eyes on you there's no way to get away from him. From the moment he saw you- you, who's looks and voice and smile have insnared him so entirely- he knew he had to have you. It's only fair for him to be on your mind since you're always on his. Even he cant place what about you is so interesting to him; just that you are, and that everything you do is worth taking note of and everything you say echoes in his head. It's strange; how obsessive and yet detached he is. How everything you do is so important to him, yet he takes so long to even consider trying to get closer to you.

When he does decide to try to engage with you, there's that same patience, that same cold detachment that both helps and hinders his attempts. On the one hand, he never comes on too strong, he nevergives off the vibes of a creepy pervert, he never seems too close for comfort. It's easy for you to overlook him the first few times he comes around. Little do you know how often he's actually around, wearing other faces, constantly trailing you. He's everywhere, but you don't know that. On the other hand, he's so cold towards you that you wonder who he is, why he seems so untouchable, why you've never seen him before but now you see him several times a week. The reasonable part of your mind tells you that you just didn't notice him before. But his eyes send a terror through you, and you find yourself hoping not to see him again.

But it's not enough to just interact with you is passing- it's not enough to stand behind you on public transit, it's not enough to bump into your shoulder, it's not enough to ask casually if you know directions to somewhere nearby. Pretending to be a stranger can only get him so far. He takes note of your friends and family, ofthe way you interact with them, who you know better than you know yourself and who you seem to like being around best. Trailing them isn't nearly the same satisfaction, but he knows the reward will be well worth it. Taking their place in your life is easy compared to other things he's done, you're so willing to write off any mistakes, so willing to forgive when you mention a memory together and they don't remember. Illumi is partly endeared and partly disgusted by how forgiving you can be.

But eventually you start to catch on, start to pull away from them- from him.

That's when you wake up in a room unfamiliar to you- nice, almost lavish, but the unfamiliar surroundings send a panic through you. Before you can even scream, there's a hand over your mouth, hard enough to muffle the sound but gentle in a way that makes you feel sick. Even in the dimly lit room, you recognize him from the times you've run into him while going about your day. You'd recognize those eyes anywhere- you'd always been uncomfortable under his gaze; but for the first time you're terrified.

[am-i-interrupting]

tehehe I just saw the regina george ones (i reqested it so ty for writing it) but now i really want one with a karen smith type reader. like reader is lowkey dumb but mega pretty and knows how to maintain the prettyness (is that a word??) of their appearance! also... if possible... i would like to go by 🍗 so you know it's me

your's truly 🍗 anon 😌

Velvette is surrounded by pretty people all the time.

At a certain point in her career she stopped seeing them as people and instead began seeing them as mere positive and negative traits in the eyes of the populace.

Then she met you and was reminded of what true beauty was.

It wasn’t some bullshit about how you were beautiful on the inside.

No, no, no, it was that you were pretty while trying but not for other people. Only yourself.

You had a VoxTube where you posted skin care and beauty tips.

Because you were very knowledgeable on color theory, giving random strangers advice based on a few shitty quality pictures that was actually stuff she would recommend if she gave a shit, Velvette was under the impression that you were smart in general.

When she met you, she was proven wrong.

You knew how to look pretty, sure, and you were good at helping other people look pretty but that’s about where you expertise ended.

You were sincere and gullible and it was a goddamned miracle someone (Valentino) hadn’t swooped you up into a contract yet.

She was actually amused by it.

She’d try to get you to sign a contract only to realize why no one had gotten you to sign one.

Something about superstitions of selling your soul causing stress because of the expectations and what did stress cause? Fucking acne. And what did you want to avoid? Fucking acne.

So instead, she hired you as a freelance makeup artist for her shows.

Slowly she’d begin thoroughly enjoying your presence.

Enough so that she might even request it after work hours.

[konigsblog]

Hii!! I hope I'm not bothering you with this reqest, but could we please stop sleeping on mean!Konig?? I don't know how to put this in my own words, but your really creative with the asks and you do a really good job too!

(if you don't do things like this, please remember that there's no rush and feel free to airball this into the trashcan <3)

mean!könig owns my heart. sub!könig? i can't, it's not for me! 🙁

he's so cruel with his words as he slams into you over and over again, fucking deep into your sloppy, dripping cunt while degrading you for pawing at him in the middle of writing an important report. aren't you just so greedy? selfish, little whore crying for his cock because her fingers aren't enough, and neither is replica of his cock laying in the bottom, beside table draw...

thick, heavy thighs smacking against the back of yours. each thrust causing you to sob out loud, gasping and whimpering from the texture of his veiny, thick dick pushed deep inside your tightening hole ! “such a fucking, dirty slut... can't even contain yourself.” hoarse voice as he ruts into you brutally, abusing and assulting your tiny pussy while you lay still beneath him, allowing him to ruin you just to feel his big, hard cock in your sopping sex.

:( mmfmfmfmf', staying still because you can barely move underneath his bodyweight. cryin' for his attention through breathless mewls and choked sobs.

[dragonridernoobie]

I’m sorry I keep requesting and if it’s bothering you😢 I rlly love how you write stories sm 😭 but may I request TFP Megatron or TFP optimus (you can do both, id like that too!) x a fem reader who’s alt mode is like a tiger? Basically a maximal. IM SORRY IF I REQUEST TOO MUCH IF I BOTHER YOU, JUST IGNORE THIS!!☹️

My requests are always open. IL put it in the rules, but you can request something every 2 days and shit. I don't mind if you ask again and again, like I've told others who reqested me alot that I'm fine with request every other day, I don't mind. Every day, tho, that's a lot for me since I got adult thi gs to do (God, I sound old) so don't be shy!

TFP x Maximal Reader

Optimus

I think when he meets reader, it's when he was fighting the decepticons with his team.

They found a strange single from the jungle of Brazile and went to go check it out.

While he was fighting the decepticons, he and his team would hear a loud roar and look up. When he dose, he sees a giant ass blue and purple tiger jump from the cliff above them and tear the deceoticons in half.

When reader was done, she turns to them.

Obviously the autobots get into a defensive position.

You growl and go up to optimus and transform into cybertronian form.

Optimus was surprised since maximals where non-existent.

He asked you for you're name and you told him.

He asked you to join which you said yes.

(If not, understandable, no one wants to be in a war)

When you come to the base, the kids are obviously amazed by you and asked a million questions at once.

Ratchet had a near spark attack when he met you (since you where in you're tiger form)

You helped the autobots with finding energon, artifacts, and more. (Since you're sense of smell is really good)

Optimus because you're closes friend and you are the only other person besides ratchet that he shows his emotions to.

Megatron

When you met megatrkn, it wasn't on good terms.

Predaking was with them when he smelled you and attacked you.

You where pinned to the ground in you're tiger form and Megatron was so happy to find you.

Since you can join them or become a test subject.

You obviously say you will join.

Welcome to the life of the decepticons.

Predaking will probably have a good relationship with you since you are the only other non cybertronian that can transform into car or planes.

Megatron is so much harder on you.

Intel you snap and you show him the rage of a maximal.

Ya, he has repect for you and has lesson his assholeness on you.

Starscream is you're fun new toy to beat up.

Eventually you become close to megatron (somehow)

He will tell you everything, get you're opinion on his new planes, he will actually listen to you when you tell him he needs to sleep, eat energon, or other.

By the way, you purr, he loves to pet you and somehow it helps him calm down when you purr.

Hope you enjoyed it!!!! Here is something funny.

[neoswift]

PAIRING.    jaemin x fem!oc

CATEGORY.    filo social media au, fluff, crack, humor, “enemies” to lovers (kind of… not really), arianator!jaemin, swiftie!oc, stan twitter drama, college!au, established relationship (not exactly ... pero parang ganon na nga HAHAHA)

WARNINGS.    language, puro kagaguhan lang, stan twitter drama?, ag vs. ts discourse prolly

SYNOPSIS.    what are the odds na ‘yung kalandian mo turns out to be the same person na lagi mong kaaway sa twitter? for sab’s case—probably 10/10.

REQUESTED BY. anon! (send smau reqests here!)

STATUS. on going!

NOTE. sa anon na nagrequest neto last year ... sorry natagalan HAHAHAHA ETO NA SYA !! guys swiftie and arianator po ak pls wag nyo ak conceal CHZ HAHAHA anyway super crack lang to and mostly parang walang patutunguhan, just vibes 🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼 also theyre in anitwt for this one kasi ... gusto ko lang ... and theyre dentistry students !! ( no one is surprised HAHAHA) enjoy reading! 🫶🏼

— sab and jaem's playlist!

PARTS!

profiles: main | stan twt | irls

01: resident arianator & swiftie

02: landing-landi

03: what if kayo talaga?

04: briejase first win

05: ???

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[daceydeath]

Coffee & Cookies

Pairing: Felix x M reader Word Count: 678 Genre: Angst (slight), Fluff Warnings: None Reqested by @oliveroliveoil (I hope you like it)

The café was almost empty as you waited for Felix to turn up, it was a strange feeling not being sure if you were about to be stood up or not. Yes Felix was incredibly sweet and kind but he could also be rather shy and you had a sneaking suspicion that his members didn't totally approve of the whole idea, although you weren't sure if it was the whole situation of you being a guy or that they were just trying to protect Felix as best they could.

Minutes were ticking by and Felix was now officially 15 minutes late, you sat playing with your phone trying not to make eye contact with the girl behind the counter who was beginning to look at you sympathetically as though she knew something you were not yet privy to. Until the bell chimed above the door and a small herd of college looking students descended upon the counter to order and you were able to avoid her pitying eyes. You hadn't noticed that at the end of the line of the rowdy students was Felix his eyes darting around to see if you were still there before breaking into a relieved grin.

"I am so sorry I'm late" Felix whispered softly to make sure you were the only one who heard "The shoot went on longer than I thought it would and I shouldn't make excuses I should just say I'm sorry again".

"It's alright Lix" you smiled your eyes crinkling at the beautiful boy in front of you "I just was starting to think I had the times wrong".

"No, this is my fault!" his deep voice affirmed before looking back towards the counter and the collection of people now making the café noisier than he would have liked "Should we order and go? We can head to the park?"

"Yeah, I'd like that" you smiled standing up and following Felix to the counter pulling out your wallet to pay for your own order.

"Can we get two iced Americano's to go and four of the cookies please" Felix smiled angelically charming the girl who just smiled and nodded at him ringing it all up for him and starting on his order immediately.

"Did you just?" you trailed off as Felix smirked at you tucking the bag of cookies he had been handed into his bag.

"Yes it's my apology" he continued thanking the girl for the drinks before leading you towards the door. You walked in a comfortable silence sipping your drinks until you reached the park where Felix felt a little more comfortable and started to walk a little closer to you.

"To be honest Lix, I thought you might not show up today. The others didn't seem so thrilled about us spending time together" you sighed, turning to look at him slightly as you walked down one of the paths towards a set of large shady trees.

"I know they were a bit tense about it" Felix pouted slightly his perfect bottom lip poking out just enough to make him look adorable, not sad "but it wasn't because it's you, it's because they worry about me".

"That this will end up badly if people find out?" you nodded knowing that this was all very much meant to look like two friends hanging out not a date or anything even vaguely more intimate.

"Not really, more like I might get hurt or that you might get hurt. People are not often kind when you do what I do" he mumbled purposely moving his hand so it brushed yours, sending goosebumps up your arm. You remained silent as you collectively wandered towards a park bench that was a little more secluded from the main park.

"I'm glad you came though" you smiled sitting beside Felix on the bench as he pulled the cookies from his bag "I really wanted to spend time with you".

"Me too" Felix grinned his eyes crinkling into pretty little moons before a comfortable silence fell over the pain of you.

Fin

A/N: Thank you for reading, this was my first attempt at same sex fluff and I hope I did it justice. If you have any suggestions for me please let me know it helps my writing getting constructive criticism.

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[slicznymartwy]

hullo, idk if reqests are open still, but if they are can I request a Billy pegging fic? If they aren't feel free to ignore this <333 I hope you're doing well and having a wonderful day!!!

hi !!!! i am still taking requests, i just haven’t had much time to write and I haven’t been feeling that inspired lately ueueue thank you for the prompt !! i loved it, and I hope you enjoy :3 not exactly pegging, but it is butt stuff ! just 3k of pretty mid smut ,, I did my best I promise T T warnings: pwp, a little bit of dick slapping .. just a slight little bit, pls pretend that a palmful of lube is enough for butt fingering

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!afab!reader

Billy’s hair casts a shadowy halo around his face when he leans over you on the bed, like an intimate spectre. He kneels beside you, causing the mattress to dip you towards him but you don’t mind it. You want to get as close to him as possible.

Cupping his face, you smile up at him and let your thumb sweep gently across his cheekbone. 

You love him. You need him. 

“I want to try something new,” you whisper, watching his pretty lips. He licks them, and when you glance at his eyes, he’s staring at your lips as well. 

“What is it?” he whispers back, his words slurring together like someone who drank too much wine. It makes you feel like he’s drunk on you, on your smell and your touch.

“I want,” you start, but hesitate as you try to find the right words. You inhale, breathing in Billy’s scent. He smells like sweat and musk, manly and delicious. “I want to be inside you.”

Your words hang in the air, but you force yourself to stay quiet. If you weren’t so nervous, you would laugh at the way Billy’s expression turns blank, as he tries to understand what you’re asking him. 

“Inside. Inside. Inside,” he mutters under his breath, like he’s trying to glean the word’s meaning.

You tuck his hair behind his ear, and watch him refocus his eyes onto your face, silently asking you to explain. 

“It’s not fair that you always get to be inside me. I want to be close to you like that, too,” you say softly. 

“My mouth?” He says, uncertain. You shake your head, and let your hand fall from his face to his bare chest. You brush against his bed-warm skin and pout as cutely as you can. 

“No, Billy. I wanna fuck your ass,” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

The noise Billy makes is almost a cough. A broken ah that sounds like all the air was knocked out of him. Billy wasn’t often expressive – you usually chalked it up to his nerves, since Billy preferred being solitary most of the time – but there was no mistaking the shock on his face, with his mouth agape and eyes wide. 

He’s quiet for a long time, so you decide take pity on him. 

“We don’t have to,” you say, cupping his cheek again.

Billy isn’t looking at you anymore. Your pillow is suddenly very interesting to him, and he stares at it as his mind keeps trying to make sense of your request. 

“How,” he asks.

“Same way you would fuck anyone in the ass,” you say with a teasing little smile. Billy doesn’t look impressed with you, so you try to look meek again and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“My fingers,” you say through a pout. 

Billy looks unsure. 

“Please? I’ll be gentle.” You hope your puppy dog eyes work on Billy, since they’re your last hope. He’s quiet as he mulls it over, but your gaze must have won him over because he nods, once but sure.  

Grinning, you pull him down to kiss him, and he moans against your lips. You can feel his hips pressing against yours, turning your core to molten lava. When he pulls away and looks down at you, his cheeks are flushed and he tries to catch his breath.

“Now?” he asks. You giggle and pet his cheek. 

“You have to clean up first. Let’s try it tomorrow,” you say, pecking his lips. Billy doesn’t let you get too far, and pulls you in for another round of heated kisses. 

He parts from you long enough to mutter into the kiss, “touch it.” He wastes no time in kissing you again, deep and blazing. 

Not seeing any reason to deny him, you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him slowly, feeling every inch of it. When breathing becomes difficult, he pushes his forehead against yours and pants against your cheek. 

“Can’t wait to stuff you up, Billy,” you murmur, twisting your hand at his tip. “Bet you’re gonna cum so hard when I put my fingers in your ass.”

Billy groans at your words, deep and crackly. He fucks into your hand, and you keep your grip tight to give him what he wants. 

“Gonna take such good care of you. I love you so much,” you tell him. You smile against his lips when he captures your mouth yet again. Between kisses, he moves you both around until he’s kneeling between your legs. As he pushes into you, muttering something gross against your neck, you get lost in your daydreams for tomorrow. 

Billy fidgets with the towel around his waist as he stands in your doorway, his hair wet and curly from the shower. Water falls from him like he barely even dried off before leaving the bathroom. The water beads and trickles down his chest until it gets caught by his towel. 

Smiling fondly, you rub the spot on the bed beside you and watch how he stands a little straighter, a little braver. Enticed by you, he moves closer to you, but not before closing and locking the door behind him, despite the fact you were the only two in the house tonight.

“Feel clean?” you ask, sitting up taller when he nears you. He stands in front of you, and you put your hands on his waist and stomach when he gets close enough.

He nods, and you already expected that he would be mostly nonverbal tonight. 

“Do you still want to try? It’s okay if you don’t, we can always stop,” you assure him, but he shakes his head. When he leans down to kiss you, you can feel his wet hair drip onto you, and you giggle against his lips. 

“You’re so wet,” you murmur, pushing back some of his hair. You look into his eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort. All you can see are his blown out pupils, hiding most of his amber irises. 

He’s breathing heavily now, and you can see his cock twitch in anticipation underneath his towel. Silently, you tug on it, and he stands up straight before letting it fall in a heap to the floor. 

Eye level with his cock, it’s so easy to take him in your mouth. He’s only halfway hard, and it’s exciting to feel him throb and grow against your tongue. You suck on him, glancing up to see how his brows furrow with pleasure. His eyes are hooded as he watches on, almost closed. 

You bring your hand to his balls, cupping them as you pull off of his cock, keeping your lips around the tip. He puts his hand in your hair, guiding you back down on his length, and you go readily. He tenses when you let your finger drag behind his balls, tracing a line to his hole.

When you finally brush against his rim, he lets out a startled yip and you pull off his cock entirely.

“Is it okay?” You check with him, letting your finger press delicately against his hole, enough for him to feel, but not enough to enter him.

He doesn’t answer, not right away. You watch him try to catch his breath, gauging the feeling of your finger and seeing if it’s something he wants. You’re about to pull away when he nods, eyes falling shut.

“You’re so good, Billy. So brave,” you murmur, ducking your head down to take his hard cock back in your mouth.

With the bottle of lube still unopened on the beside table, you don’t push your finger inside him yet. You only toy with him, letting him get used to the feeling of someone being between his ass cheeks.

You wonder if he’s ever played with himself like this, if he’s even thought about it a little bit. You know he will now, if the sounds he’s making are any indication.

They sound like broken, half started moans that taper off as another breaks free from his throat. He sounds helpless and fucked out, especially when you take him to the hilt and push the tip of a finger just barely past his tight rim.

“Dirty slut,” he mutters, holding your head with both hands now. When you pull away, you move your hand away from his ass and wrap it around his wet cock, stroking him lazily as you smile up at him.

“Not tonight, silly,” you say, gazing heatedly into his eyes as you peck the tip of his cock. “You’re the slut, letting me fuck your tight ass.”

You giggle at him when he shudders, cock twitching in your hand. 

“Gonna have you begging me to fuck you,” you tease, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock just to drive him crazy. It works, and he tries to fuck deeper in your mouth.

“Nuh uh,” he mumbles, contradicting the way his body reacts to you.

It’s hard to smile with him in your mouth, so you pull off just to giggle, keeping your fist tight around him.

“Slutty Billy,” you say, keeping your eyes locked as you bring your finger to your lips. You only suck on it for a second, getting it coated with your spit, before bringing it back down behind his balls. 

When you press against his hole, he keens, cock twitching and jumping helplessly in front of your face. You only give yourself another moment to smile adoringly at him before taking him in your mouth again, soothing his cock as you finally push in to your first knuckle.

He is leaking into your mouth, and you swallow him eagerly. You desperately want him to feel good, and you feel proud that you got him this far. He’s taking you so well, so eagerly, that you struggle to hold yourself back. 

When you pull your mouth off of him, you listen to him whine and clench around your finger.

“Doing so good, baby. I just wanna make it feel better,” you murmur. You slip your finger back out to grab the forgotten lube, hearing his pathetic groan at being empty again. When you pour it on your hand, the liquid is cold, so you give it a moment to warm up in your palm.

“This is gonna make it easier,” you tell him, putting the bottle back on the night stand. With your now free hand, you return to stroking his cock. 

You get the distinct impression that Billy couldn’t give less of a shit, as long as you kept your hand moving on his shaft. He looks like he’s lost in bliss, focused only on meeting your hand with his hips on every downstroke.

“Are you ready?” As you ask him, you push your thumb down against his slit, feeling a new bead of slick spreading against the pad of your finger.

Billy nods, but it isn’t enough. You need to hear the words; you crave it like you’re starving and his yes is a four course meal. 

You close your index finger and thumb into a circle around the head of his cock and squeeze, basking in his pitiful moan. When he gasps at the end, you’re afraid he might cum, and you drop your hand to the base of his cock and squeeze there instead.

“Tell me, Billy. Tell me you want me to finger your ass.” He moans like it hurts, and his head rolls back as his cock continues to twitch. “Tell me, you dirty little slut. Tell me what you want.”

“Wah- Wanna, wanna cum,” he mutters, so typical of himself. Feeling cruel, you let go of him and slap his balls, dull and gentle, but the threat makes Billy yelp and knock his knees together.

“I know you do. That’s not what I asked.” You stroke him again, persistently rubbing your hand on his tip to get him even more flustered. “I wanna hear it. Tell me you want me in your ass.”

“I want it,” he sobs, hips jerking as he tried to fuck himself into your hand. “Please, please fuck me, please fuck me.” His voice is low and hurried, practically choking on his words in his effort to get them out.

Hearing the magic words, you grin up at him and let go of his cock to spread the lube across both hands. You’re careful to coat your fingers well before bringing your hand behind his balls yet again.

“Such a good slut for me,” you murmur, wrapping your other slick hand around his cock and pumping him slowly. As your finger slips past his tight rim, Billy makes a noise you haven’t heard from him before. 

Although he was quieter in person, you had plenty of exchanges over the phone with him. He was lewd and dramatic, screaming and groaning and making disgusting promises that always had your cunt throbbing in anticipation.

Now, though, he sounds like a rabid animal. His groan comes from somewhere deep in his chest, and it rattles around in there like he’s in agonizing pleasure. Every move you make inside him drags out another noise, bridging them all together like a sinful melody.

You slip your entire finger in, and he’s so tight and hot. You keep your pace on his cock slow, hoping to distract him from any pain or discomfort he might be feeling. 

If he has any complaints, though, he doesn’t let you know about them. He puts both hands on your head to steady himself, and your heart bursts with how much he trusts you in this moment. 

You glance up at him as you press a kiss to the underside of his cock, drinking in the look of absolute pleasure on his face. His eyes are clamped shut, and you want to ask him to watch you, but you can't risk him pushing you away now.

Feeling a little bit cruel, you take Billy in your mouth again just as you crook your finger in and up from deep inside him. You prod against him a few times, and then he’s bucking helplessly into your mouth.

“Fuck!” he shouts, like the word was ripped out from him without his permission. You swallow around him, feeling his cock push against the back of your throat when you force yourself down to his hilt. He whimpers at the feeling of your wet hot mouth, and when you find his prostate again, he sobs.

“Fuck my pussy, fuck my fucking pussy,” he cries, voice pitched high like yours. You moan around him, eyes fluttering shut as his hands tightened in your hair. “Fuck me, fuck me Billy, please fuck me.”

When you pull off his cock, strings of spit between him and your mouth, you wrap your hand around him and jerk him off quickly as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Do you like it, Billy? Can I add another finger?” you ask him, leaning in to kiss his stomach. He shutters and moans, his cock jumping in your hand, and nods quickly.

“Fuck it. Fuck it,” he mutters, throat clicking as he swallows.

With still slick fingers, you pull out the single finger before pushing in two together. Billy yelps at the burn, so you suckle on the tip of his cock and stroke the rest of it as you continue easing your fingers in.

He relaxes slightly as you keep up the motions, but once you’re able to push against his prostate again, he tenses and fucks into your mouth.

You start to fuck him with your fingers, slow and careful to keep Billy as comfortable as possible. His hole squelches as you push in and out of him and, paired with the sound of your lips around his cock, the noises left you slick and wanting.

Tonight isn’t about you, though. Tonight is only about Billy, who takes your fingers so well for someone who’s never had anything up his ass before. You want to praise him, but you know he’d much rather have your mouth busy on his dick. 

He’s so relaxed, the more you work him open and focus on sucking his cock, that he barely notices when you get in the third finger. You start to fuck him quicker now, using all three fingers to push against his prostate on every thrust upwards. 

He cries out earnestly, letting out pathetic moans that make you squeeze your thighs together for a little bit of relief. 

You come off his cock with a pop, gasping to catch your breath. You match your own speed with both hands, jerking him off and fucking him at a steady but unrelenting pace.

“You’re such a good slut. So good for me. I didn’t know you could be such a dirty slut, Billy,” you tease him with a grin, watching how his face twists and contorts with pleasure. He looks so lost in it, similar to how he looks when he’s deep inside you, fucking you hard.

Even when you put your mouth around his tip again, you don’t slow either hand down. His hips start to buck like he has no control over them, like he doesn’t know which way to be pushing against. His hands hold onto your head, like you’re his grounding rod.

Billy doesn’t warn you when he comes, but you can taste him on your tongue. His hips stutter and twitch before stopping completely, and you stop your hands as well. Billy pants noisily above you, gulping and gasping for air even when you finally take him out of your mouth.

His cock is slick with your spit, already starting to soften between his legs. He's still twitching, but you don't tease him or tug on his cock like you might if you were trying to overstimulate him.

Carefully, you ease your fingers out from him, cooing at the hiss he lets out as you inadvertently brush against his sensitive walls.

“I know, baby,” you say, kissing just above his belly button. “You did so good. C’mere.”

You move and lay down with your head on the pillows, pulling Billy along to lay on top of you. He huffs as he settles against you, smushing his face against your chest as far as it can go. Your hand finds his head quickly, and you comb your fingers through his still damp hair.

Billy rumbles something against your shoulder, but you don’t ask him to repeat himself, because he’s already snoring quietly by your ear. 

“Love you,” you murmur, kissing his forehead. He doesn’t answer, but you don’t need him to. Feeling his warm body pressed against yours was enough.

Anyways, you’re sure Billy will make up for it in the morning, with his tongue if you’re lucky.

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a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated

[lilacs-stars]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a James Hook × Reader. She's Hans' daughter but her relationship with him is complicated. Since he couldn't become king he wants the reader to marry a prince so she can be a queen in the future. She tells him no prince would ever fall for her bc she's a VK to get him to stop pressuring her. But the truth is she doesn't even want to marry a prince bc she likes James.

Although she's Hans' daughter she's friends with Bridget and Ella be she's nothing like her father personality wise and doesn't want to be ever. Which is why James became intrigued with her and flirts. She's always standing up for Bridget.

Anyway at the end Hans somehow finds out what's going on between reader and James. Later at night he confronts the reader about it stating that she will marry a prince. But she finally stands up for herself. You can decide what he says but then he leaves and she breaks down but James comforts her bc he heard everything.

You can decide the rest.

Sorry if this sent twice idk if you got it the first time😅 and sorry if this is long. Thank you in advance!

hello!

I'm so sorry for not responding sooner, sometimes I get so busy with writing and other stuff that I get kind of behind on responding to my inbox 😅 (I always read them though dw) and no need to apologize, I love long reqests!

this is a really nice idea, I haven't seen much stuff with hans yet out there (which is a shame because he literally has so much potential). anyways thank you for the req!