#and share my stuff because i crave more content

[penelopetheconartist]

Orange Porch Light: aka Coral Island Fanfiction by a Rafael Simp Section 3. Again this is just from my google keep notes because I get bored at work. Grammer will be questionable and I’ve probably forgotten some quotation marks

Penelope was trying not to eat the entire cake as per Rafael's advice. She spent a couple days getting the garden ready. Once she was satisfied with the amount planted she loaded up some of her tools and heads to blacksmiths. On her way, she stopped by Raja’s to grab a coffee for Rafael as both a ‘sorry’ and a ‘thank you’ for falling asleep at his table.

     Raj smiled, “Good morning Penelope, what can i get for you?”

     Penelope could feel her hands start to sweat, “Hi Raj, uhm you wouldn’t happen to know how Rafael takes his coffee?”

     Raj barely took a second because of course they know everyone’s coffee order, “oh yeah. He just likes black coffee. One of those then?”

     “Uhm yes please.”

     Raj grinned, “Anything for yourself?”

     Penelope was digging out some change, “oh uhm. Not right now. I’ll probably grab one on the way back.” 

     Well, I hope to see you later then,” Raj handed her the cup of coffee.

     Oooooooh that's what Pablo was doing.

     When Penelope arrived at the blacksmiths, Pablo was at the counter going over some paperwork and Rafael was hammering something so he didn't hear her come in.

     Pablo lit up, “oh hey Penelope what can we do for you today?”

     She placed the tools on the counter and smiled politely a little hurt Rafael hasn't turned around yet, “Hi Pablo, I was hoping to maybe get these upgraded?”

     Pablo picked up one of the tools and gave it a quick once over, “yeah shouldn't be a problem I'll check with Raf on time frame. Hey Raf!!”

    He didn't turn around. Pablo rolled his eyes and gestured to his ears at Penelope. She did not know what that meant. Pablo found a pen and whipped at the back of his brothers head. Bullseye! Raf flinched and turned around ready to say some choice words to Pablo but quickly softened when he saw who their customer was.

     “Oh hi”, he smiled shyly taking earplugs out. 

     Penelope powerwalked away from the shop. Raf called her sweet and she was dying. She really wished she could just ask him out but was that weird? She's only lived here for 3 weeks. Besides her home she's been at the blacksmith the most. Maybe she'll go to the tavern this weekend and get to know more people. Yeah, that's what she needs. She made her way back to Raja’s to get herself a coffee. Raj noticed Penelope looked more flustered than she had this morning. Had they known what her favourite coffee was, they would’ve started to make it.

     “Raf how many days to get these in better shape?”

     Rafael approached the counter offering one more shy smile to Penelope before looking over the tools. He picked up one tool at a time giving each a thorough look over. (Because let’s be honest, he probably does most of the actual work).

     “I can have the pickaxe ready tomorrow”, he said moving it aside and Pablo started to write up the work order, “This sickle I can have done the next day.” He leaned forward on the counter to look closer and mentally map what he'd do. He grabbed the sketch pad on the other side of the counter to get a quick sketch of the plans with some notes.

     Penelope just stood there trying not to be obvious about admiring his arms. Pablo 100% noticed but only smirked to himself.

     “Thanks again for getting the hoe in better shape.”

     Rafael tensed, he was still so nervous around her. Which was ridiculous right? She's only been here 3 weeks now? He couldn't have any sort of feelings right? She's just new. She's just new and that's why he's so nervous.

     He grinned but looked away rubbing the back of his neck, “uh yeah. You're welcome.”

     Pablo was dying from how awkward they were and left to go count some supplies. He would've seized the opportunity if she had shown any interest in him. These two communicating was pure agony to him.

     Penelope dug her toe and didn't look up, “Uhm thanks for letting me sleep at the table. I'm sorry about that again. So here this is for you.” She held out the coffee but kept her eyes lowered.

     Rafael looked towards her surprised and blushed hard, “Oh!” He laughed awkwardly, “you're too sweet. Thank you.”

     She finally looked up when he took the cup and he had such a bright smile,

“Raj said you liked black coffee.”

     “I do. Thanks a lot!”

     “Okay cool,” she smiled relieved, “Well I'll see you guys tomorrow,” Penelope stammered and left the shop in a hurry.

     Raf held the hot cup between his hands and smiled at the door Penelope vanished through.

     Pablo came back to the counter to finish the work orders, “so... she fell asleep at our table, huh?”

     Raf laughed a little and took a sip of the coffee, “uh yeah.”

     “When?”

     “Uhm last Friday”, Raf smirked. 

     Pablo scrunched his brows, “why?”

     “She was tired and I told her to grab some coffee while I took a look at the hoe,” Raf took another sip of the coffee and sat down to work on the plans for Penelope's tools.

     Pablo sat down beside him. Raf smiled every time he took a sip of the coffee which drove Pablo insane.

     “So when are you going to ask her out?” He asked almost impatiently.

     Raf choked, “what are you talking about”, he said quietly cuz he absolutely knew what he was talking about.

     Pablo groaned, “oh my god you're both so into each other. Ask her out!”

     Raf blushed harder and looked away, “she's not into me.”

     “She brought you a coffee.”

     Rafael thudded his head against the counter and groaned, "So??"

     Pablo laughed and patted him on the back. "Penelope's really into you. You don't see the way she looks at you, man. It's cute and gross."

     Raf laughed but kept his forehead on the counter. "You know I can't ask her out. I would probably die on the spot."

     Pablo snickered, "yeah I know. It's alright I'll help in whatever way I can. I'll think of something."

     Raf sat up, "thanks Pablo."

     Pablo just laughed, "anytime man. Y'all need to hook up so you stop being so goddam awkward."

     Raf covered his face to hide his embarrassment, "geezus Pablo."

     “Glad to see you came back,” Raj greeted warmly in an effort to help Penelope out of her flustered state, “are you getting something for yourself this time?”

     “Yes please, I’d like a coffee with coconut milk.”

     Raj gave her a side grin and started making her the drink, “Did Rafael like his coffee?”

     Penelope’s face turned pinker as she accepted her coffee, “uhm yup!”

     Raj noted her reaction and smiled to themself, “good to hear, take care Penelope,” they called as she awkwardly walked away.

#coral island #coral island fanfic #coral island fanficiton #orange porch light #coral island penelope #oc x rafael #coral island oc x rafael #deanne writes fanfic #deanne is cringe on main #i am not a writer ps #i just like to write when i'm bored at work #and share my stuff because i crave more content #and i know others do #orange porch light : 3

[yzzart]

Could you do a Tom blyth x actress!Reader of like a compilation of cute moments during interviews? Like you did with the playlists one, but this time you could do more couple-ish stuff like kissing or any other type of physical contact? I’m just really craving for Tom content and you’re the only one I’ve seen who writes for him!!!!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

"Just married, according to fans."

pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader.

summary: you and Tom look like an elderly married couple, say your fans and the rest of the cast.

word count: 635!

notes: here it's in your hands, anon! honestly, i had a lot of fun writing and imagining this scenario; it's so cute and adorable and forgive me if it's short & there're so many amazing writings for tom and you need to read them! — i hope you like it and share your ideas and requests with me!

"That's so cliché." — You turned, looking at Tom, amused by his answer to a behind-the-scenes question.

"We're cliché, honey." — He confessed, placing his hand on your knee, squeezing it weakly and with affectionate intent; you felt the small coldness of his rings.

"You guys're definitely cliché." — Rachel confessed, looking at the camera, with her lips curling into a tight smile and laughing; and soon, you and Tom laughed at her words.

"Oh, your work on 'Billy the kid' is so captivating." — You crossed your legs, settling in the armchair, and resting one of your hands on your knee. — "And i think i've said that for the thousandth time? I don't know?" — A question that did not, in fact, have a concrete answer; a simple provocation.

"Maybe, but, i want to hear it again." — Tom arched his eyebrows with a bold expression and curled his lips; and proceeding to arrange the headphones in his ears.

"Okay, okay!" — The radio presenter raised his hands, finding it funny and interesting. — "It's so good and intriguing, leaving the viewer wanting more and becoming completely obsessed!" — You paused briefly. — "And i already begged to participate at least as an extra in the series!" — Tom and the presenter laughed. — "And i'm not kidding, and to this day i'm waiting for something or confirmation."

"She's really not kidding." — Tom completed with a proud smile, having fun with your statement and waiting, with fingers crossed and mentally, for your confirmation in the series.

"And I'm saying…" — Rachel raised a finger up, supporting it in a sign of pronouncement. — "I'm saying that I think it's unfair for Y/N to participate in this!" — She laughed, looking at you and, soon, wanting support from Josh; you placed the small card you were holding, which was part of the game, and placed it on your face, holding it and looking at the camera in front of you.

"I also think!" — Josh confessed. — "Asking his girlfriend to answer questions about him is cheating." — He asked, jokingly, with his arms raised.

"Not in my world." — Tom mentioned, shrugging his shoulders, looking at the camera and pointing the small white cards towards it.

"Are you afraid of losing?" — Now it was your turn to tease, arching your eyebrows and running a hand through some strands of your hair and leaving the small card in your lap.

"Oh yeah?" — Rachel said; while, Tom's hand gently and knowingly held your and the camera captured and focused on the moment. — "Look at this!"

In every interview, or radio appearance, Tom always, always maintains physical contact with you; his hand on your thigh, or leg, he's holding and stroking your hand. — Analyzing the spots that are present, and rings that you wear. — Tom just can't keep his hands off you.

Those deep, lovely blue eyes are always on you; admiring, contemplating and paying attention to every word that was uttered from your lips. — Sometimes, he gets lost in the conversation and topic because they were busy watching you.

Matching accessories? Oh yeah! In addition to the photos, which fans analyzed, in which you wear his jacket, you wear rings, necklaces from the same brand and edition. — Not to mention the necklace with your initial that Tom already wore at one of the premieres and during a radio interview with Rachel.

Countless photos of you together're spread all over social media, whether from paparazzi or those that Rachel or you post. — Your fans go crazy, insanely, with them; at certain times, they created an album of them and Rachel even shared it on her profile and sent it to you.

Excerpts, videos, spread across social media, of you moving in sync; a touch on the face, rolling the eyes, or thinking about the same thing, answer or something and talking together. — God, there are so many compilations created by fans.

#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus #snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #thr hunger games: the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

How John Comes Home from Deployment

CoD ML

John hates coming home from deployment during the cold periods of the year.

Don’t get me wrong, he loves the sight of you asleep in your shared bed, wrapped up nice and snug in the thick comforter. A smile never fails to spread on his lips when he notices the pattern of your shirt, barely visible in the dusk yet enough for him to notice. Fortunately he has his flannel shirts to keep you warm when he can’t.

John knows you’re more than capable to take care of yourself. Nevertheless, he can’t help but grit his teeth at the thought you had to tuck yourself in yet again. That’s his job!

But the annoyance, as per usual, subsides at the scene in front of him: you snuggling with the warmy (a stuffed animal that contains a bag with cherry pits you have to heat in the microwave) he got you. He vividly recalls how you giggled that day, the way you compared him to the brown grizzly bear in your hands. “A rather striking image, innit? It’s like looking in the mirror.”

“That how you see me?”

“Especially in the morning when you haven’t had your cigar and tea yet.” He wrapped you up in his arms, pride swelling in his chest as you snuggled into it. “You’re my bear.”

My bear.

It’s the nickname he never envisioned himself liking. However, now, there isn’t anything else he’d rather be called.

Aside from Daddy.

John has embedded the way you say it in his fantasy and often thinks of it, plays it like his favourite song over and over. Out in the field, it’s a sure fire way for him to not lose morale. Moreover, it fuels his determination to return home, no matter the cost.

(And the rest of his boys too, of course!)

He has to.

If only because there is an important question he needs to ask. Should right now, after months of gathering the courage.

But he lets you sleep.

This can wait until the morning.

Quietly John puts his stuff in the corner by the door, grabs a shirt and pair of sweats out of your shared wardrobe, and slips into the bathroom to change. However, not before he has caressed your cheek, made sure he’s kept his promise. The talon of anguish lets go of his throat when he finds your skin dry and free of the little salty black rivulets that stained it last time. Thank God, he hasn’t made you cry again.

“The next time I do, I’ll retire,” he recalls telling you when he lifted you off of the couch. You’d fallen asleep there, wrapped up in your favourite white fluffy blanket like a burrito.

For as long as you could, you stayed awake to welcome him home in person. Unfortunately, you lost the fight around one in the morning. Two hours later, John stepped through the door, knackered and a little heartbroken at the sight of you clutching one of his shirts like it’s your lifeline. He didn’t mind the stains your mascara had made on it.

The same can’t be said for the fact your act had crumbled behind his back yet again. Time and again he’s told you it’s fine to cry, to tell each other you miss them, to not always pretend to be fine.

Because he knows you aren’t.

And neither is he.

Yet the decision he’s made might change things, bring some peace. Even if you tell him he’s insane and shouldn’t do it because it will be like throwing away everything he stands for, he stands by his word.

This was the final mission.

From now on, he’s simply John Price.

A man craving to settle down with his beloved.

The girl who instinctively snuggles into him the moment he lies down. Whose presence soothes and dispels the worst of his ghosts. Who drives his determination to improve himself day by day.

To do better as a man rather than a captain.

To be the best husband he can be.

Until then, John is as he is now.

Exhausted yet perfectly content.

Next to his fiancée.

Home.

#John Price #Captain John Price #Captain John Price x Reader #John Price x Reader #CoD x Reader #CoD MW #CoD MW Price

[b1rds3ye]

hi!!! i LOVE the masked reader content 😭💞 my hyperfixated brain is thanking u deeply

can i request a masked (w LEDs bc i love it sm) reader who's saying "i cant believe you guys didnt notice my new haircut" or something similar, having a :( face on their mask and 141 is so confused like "we cant see your hair" "you have hair? kinda thought u were bald" stuff like that 😭 its a weird idea but im craving stupid platonic fluff like that

ty for the masked reader content love u sm for it

Hehehe as someone who hyperfixates a lot I am flattered I can induce it onto someone else LMAO Just a lil Drabble for this one I couldn’t think up of much 😅

“You pissed ‘em off,” Ghost observes and Soap’s face drops into one of sheer betrayal.

“That was one time 'n' now you a' think it’s me?” Johnny jerks his head to the side in annoyance. “What about when cap’n-”

“I’m sure they can hear you,” Gaz whisper-shouts as he gestures to you. The rest of the task force look over to you sitting on the couch at the far end of the common room. Absentmindedly watching the shared television, your arms are folded with your mask in a perpetual "-_-". You make no indication that you heard them, no, you were fully set on ignoring them all morning.

"Captain what should we do?" Kyle asks.

"This isn't a mission Kyle, we can talk it out," Price sighs.

"Care to do the honours, then?"

Price stills, beady eyes sparing a glance at your unmoving figure. If the rest of the task force didn't know any better, they would think the unwavering captain was scared.

"'m busy," he replies gruffly.

"Busy" being him fishing around in his pocket for a new cigar for an impossibly long amount of time until his subordinates let him off the hook.

"L.T.?" Johnny looks to the next superior officer, to which Simon only responds with a half-hearted grunt. In truth, Simon and John have always been good at figuring out your mood. This is one of the few times they've been left stumped, clear through the silent conversation they shared as they looked at each other.

"Cowards," Johnny mutters to himself before stomping up to you, with a drawn out, sing-song (but horrendously out of tune) "bonnieeeee" announcing his presence to you. You don't even flinch.

Johnny saddles himself beside you, leaning into you. He offers you his sweetest puppy-dogs to try and placate you before he tests the waters.

"So... what's up?"

The rest of the task force was slowly joining Johnny, you could tell as Price's cigar smoke became more pungent. An explosive move by you has these grown men flinching as you pull out a strip of paper and slam it on the coffee table in front of you, mask flitting to an angry face all the while before returning to "-_-".

Simon reaches the paper first. Delicately opening the thin parchment as Kyle and John peer over his shoulder. Johnny looks up at them but stays by your side.

Simon looks at you.

"A hairdresser?"

"Got it done yesterday," you seethe. "And no one bloody noticed. They're not cheap, you know!"

Johnny tries putting a hand on your shoulder but you jerk it away. There's a heavy moment of silence as you keep laser focused on whatever the hell the television is playing. Your hands grip your biceps as you ensure they stay crossed.

Kyle eventually submits. He kneels before you, not daring to take up all the view of the screen, but just enough for him to be sure you were aware of him.

"Love, I'm gonna ask you a question. Please don't take this the wrong way."

"What?" you grumble.

Kyle takes an audible inhale. He receives an encouraging nod from Price and he needs to take a swallow to prepare. Even you have to admit the anticipation is killing you now, you offer him the relief that he indeed has your attention, mask now set with "?" over the eyes.

"... you have hair?"

You groan and swat him away as Johnny bursts out laughing. Leaning forward with your head in your hands you try to make it seem like your shaking shoulders were from devastation and not because you were laughing too.

"No, Kyle, I just thought I'd go to a hair dresser and admire everyone else's hairdos," you retort once you've recollected yourself.

"Thought you were bald," Simon muses.

"Right back at you, Skull Face."

"I'm sure it looks good, sergeant," Price encourages as he takes the receipt from Simon, inspecting the details.

"At least someone appreciates my efforts unlike the rest of you."

"How about we appreciate it more then, bonnie?" Johnny leans in mischievously. "Take that mask off. Show us how good it looks."

"Actually, I- uh... I got my hair treated. Need to keep this mask on, let it set, you know?"

Kyle tilts his head.

"That's not how it works-?"

"I've been waiting for this bit!" You exclaim as you point at the television screen. Kyle shakes his head with a smile before joining you on the couch, opposite to Johnny. Simon and John also situate themselves around the room, far enough for personal distance but close enough to still take part in conversations, and it's now a typical off-day for the 141. They may not be able to see your face - nor your improved hair - for now, but perhaps one day they'll be graced with the sight. For now, these antics around base will suffice.

Call of Duty Navigation Masked Reader Masterlist

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x you #task force 141 x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #/*avery actually writes*/ #/*avery checks the mailbox*/ #anon mail ❤️ #/*cod x masked reader*/

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

#moon knight #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #khonshu moon knight #moon knight khonshu #khonshu smut

[skzdreamz]

if requests are still open ... wealthy man BC with a not-so-secret breeding/preg kink, a little obsessive/possessive personality, raising his eyebrow in ire, slightly clenching his jaw because (female character) lost a little bit of weight -- she thought he'd find her more attractive if she were skinnier -- and now has less of a belly pouch (i.e., that very womanly tell-tale of having a uterus lols). His grip around her hips tighten, stares down hard at her, "this body isn't your's to tweak with. it's mine." his hand hovers over where her little pouch used to be, "it's mine to fill."

Sorry it took so long, I tried to include every element of your request, but I also wanted to keep my own style of writing so I hope this was what you expected and I hope it was worth the wait! <3

Feedback is always more than welcome!

Check out my other stories here!

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All mine

pairing: dom!Chan x fem!reader warnings: pet names, cussing, possessive Chan, choking, breeding kink, mentions of weight loss word count: 1.8K+

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Chan is a hardworking man. having his own company means a lot of business trips and a lot of nights spending in your shared bed alone. you admire the passion he has for his work, but you still miss him every time he has to go out of the country for his work.

he just got back from a bsuiness trip. you haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks and you really missed him. so when he finally came back from his trip, you jumped into his arms. he drops his bags as soon as he sees you and greets you with open arms and a wide smile.

"I missed you so much baby girl" he places his hands on your ass for support. you can't help but giggle as he gives your ass a soft squeeze. you rest you chin on his shoulder and hum "I missed you too, these past few weeks have been very hard". you give him a passionate kiss. "I know baby, I know. but I'm here now and I won't be leaving for a couple of months for now" he says as he breaks the kiss.

as he unpacks his stuff and washes up you prepared dinner. you made his favourite dish to celebrate him having a good trip and coming home safely. you plate your food and wait for him to return so you can talk about the past few weeks and what you’ve been up to. you can’t help but notice how good he looks. even though he had a tiring trip, he just looks so good and every inch of your body is craving him more and more.

after dinner he insists on washing the dishes and guides you upstairs so you can finally wash up. you step under the shower and as soon as the warm water hits your back you whimper. you didn’t realize your body craved him as much as it did, but feeling the warmth of the fog around you makes you think about how much you’ve actually missed being in Chan’s arms.

you step out of the shower and put on some lingerie you bought for him as a little present. you put on a robe and look at yourself in the mirror, content with the way you look. you see him scrolling on his phone when you walk into the living room. his eyes immediately start scanning your whole body. he’s too curious to know what’s hiding under that robe, even though he has seen your body over a hundred times. he puts his phone down and walks over to you, kissing you passionately. you break the kiss and intertwine your hands in his, leading him to your shared bedroom.

you haven't really been intimate before he left for his trip, because he was so busy preparing for everything. seeing him again makes you crave him even more than before, but something inside you made you anxious. you were afraid he didn't love you as much as he did before. you began to overthink every single thing about your body during his time away and came to the conclusion that you had to lose some weight in order to keep up with his standards. so you did.

you push him onto the bed and as soon as you drop your robe, his smile fades. you mistook his expression for lust, but as soon as you try to kiss him he stops you. your heart drops to your stomach as you feel the insecurities washing over you again. did he really not love me anymore? does he think I look ugly like this? was I supposed to lose more weight? all these questions are popping up in your head and you try to scan his face for more answers.

"what is this?" he clenches his jaw looking annoyed. his voice is deeper than you've ever heard and you don't know if you should be turned on or scared. "I asked you a question didn't it?" he grabs your face and brings it closer to his. "who told you to do this?" he lets go of your face harshly and stands up. his breath fanning over your face making you shiver.

"I- I don't know what you mean Chan" you whimper. he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, he grabs your hips and stares at you. "now tell me why you thought it was a good idea to lose this" he says as he rubs his fingers over your now smaller belly pouch. you let out a shaky breath you didn't even realize you were holding and you close your eyes. his fingers are dancing around your belly and his free hand cups your face. "look at me and tell me baby girl.. what was the reason?"

you feel your voice giving up on you, but you still manage to say something. although it comes out more as a whisper. "I thought you'd like me better this way" you look down at your feet and fumble with your fingers. you feel Chan grabbing your chin. he still has that angry look on his face. "what made you think that was a good idea?"

you feel tears forming in your eyes. you couldn't help the tear running down your cheek and you immediately see his eyes soften at the sight. "no no baby don't cry, it's okay" he wraps his strong arms around you and rubs your back in order for you to calm down. "I just thought you would think of me as beautiful. we haven't been intimate for god knows how long and I figured it was because you didn't find me attractive anymore" you sniffle.

he pushes your body off of him and you see he has that stern look on his face again. "I will always find you attractive. you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on. I know we haven't been intimate for a long time. I was busy and didn't realise I was neglecting you, but I'll make it up to you" he cups your face with both hands and kisses you passionately. the passionate kiss soon turns into a heavy make out session. he backs you up and pushes you down onto the bed. lust evident in his eyes again. the soft Chan he was 2 minutes ago, disappeared completely.

"I guess I'll have to remind you that this body is not yours to tweak with. it's mine" he growls as he starts leaving love bites all over your neck and cleavage. you moan at the intense biting and you can't help but squirm under his touch. his mouth travels down your body and he stops right at your belly pouch. "this.." he says as he grabs the flesh "this is mine and you can't just take anything that's mine".

he hooks his fingers in your panties and slides them down your legs. he unclasps your bra and throws it on the floor with your panties. he blows some air on your wet cunt and you gasp at the sudden cold air hitting your heat. he grins before licking a thick stripe in between your folds, tasting all of you. you try to close your legs around his head but he stops you just in time and holds your legs open with his strong arms. he gives a harsh suck on your clit to warn you.

pleasure is overtaking you and you can't help but try to close your legs. he slaps your thigh, warning you again to not play these games with him. you know you shouldn’t test his limits. especially not when you made him mad about thinking you were not good enough for him. but his tongue is working magic on your clit and you can’t control your body anymore.

before you know it your thighs are on both sides of his head. you only notice once you don't feel his tongue on your cunt anymore, making you whine at the loss of contact. "wasn't one warning enough?" he flips you on your stomach. "ass up baby girl, you're in for a ride" he quickly takes off his clothes and rubs his tip through your folds to collect some of your wetness. he then shoves his shaft in you completely without a warning. he doesn't let you adjust and picks up his pace immediately.

his cock is stretching you out deliciously and he's hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. his hips are snapping into yours at a delicious angle making you a moaning mess. his cock is making you see stars and you feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. you know that you won’t last any longer if he keeps thrusting into you like that.

he seems to notice by the way you’re clenching around his cock. he pulls out just before you could reach your climax and you felt like crying for losing your orgasm. he turns you around again so you’re now laying on your back. “I want to see that pretty face of yours while I fuck some sense into you”

he inserts his cock again, this time taking it slower than before. his cock sliding between your walls and the wet sound of your mixed juices could make you cum right away. he softly strokes your face with the back of his hand before sliding down and wrapping his hand around your neck. he applies a bit of pressure on the sides of your neck making you feel lightheaded. the lack of oxygen makes the pleasure unbearable and you’re practically screaming by now.

“I love those pretty sounds you’re making for me baby girl” he groans. he feels you clenching around his cock even harder. “you like that? keep clenching like that and I’ll spill my seed into you” his moans becoming more high pitched as your cunts clenches at every filthy sentence he breaths into your ear. “yeah? want me to breed you? fuck I want to breed you” the only response you can give are moans and whimpers.

he sits up, now leaning on his heels as he keeps fucking you. “Ch-Chan.. I’m close” you whimper. he keeps up a steady pace as you fall apart beneath him. he fucks you through your orgasm and you feel his thrusts getting sloppier. “Fuck y/n I’m close” he rubs his hands over your belly. “I want to breed you so badly” he falls forward breathing into your ear. “gonna.. fuck.. gonna give you my babies” he says as he sucks your sweet spot beneath your ear. “yes Chan, give it to me, I want all of you” you whisper back.

he pushes his hand between your bodies and on your stomach before spilling his seed deep inside of you. he comes with a low grunt and lets his body fall onto yours completely. after finally getting his breathing back to normal he pushes himself off of your body and places his hand on your belly while still having his cock inside.

“this is mine to fill. you are mine”

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taglist: @softyoogi @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @sillyrabbit76

#bang chan smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #skz fanfic #skz smut #bang chan #bang chan fanfic #skz angst #christopher bang #bangchan smut

[lu-dao-writes]

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 (𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, & 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨)

𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ- What the trio does when you’re going through a rough time.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈) / 𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ-  Themes of depression and very vague mentions of self harm & suicidal ideation, hurt & comfort, established relationships.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒜/𝒩 ♡ ˊˎ- My firstish jjk piece and I hope to make more. I’m NOT caught up but I know some stuff. Please be gentle cause again this my first time kinda writing for them/this fandom. If you’re new to my page please know that most, if not all, my readers are gender neutral and usually are given little to no descriptions, but I do at times make them black coded, but anyone can still enjoy my content, just don’t be disrespectful about it. But I made this because lately my mental health has been ass and we all deserve comfort, no? Apologies if this seems all over the place! Anyways, please enjoy!✨💕

♡˗ˏ:𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮: :;🤍

Gojo knows exactly what it’s like to go through dark times (all three of them do fr).

Gojo knows something is wrong by the change of your actions. Although he acts like a clown and seems to be blasé about everything and everyone, he’s very observant and cares a lot more than what everyone thinks.

He’s not one to pry, especially if you don’t wanna talk about it right this second, but do eventually tell him what’s up, especially if you’re planning to hurt yourself in any way.

If you don’t tell him, he’ll be upset. Obvi.

He would listen to whatever you wanna say/vent.

Gojo seems like the type to take you to some empty field and let you scream it out and he’ll join you.

He’d want to see you smile and laugh and makes it his mission to see to that.

Gojo will also share his sweets with you if you’re craving something sweet.

Also the type to take you down to the convenient store in the late hours to buy junk food for you.

♡˗ˏ:𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨: :;🩵

Nanami knows something is wrong instinctually and by your actions. This man literally knows you like the back of his hand.

We all know he’s extremely observant and he’s the king of communication.

So he’ll most likely confront you the second he realizes somethings wrong.

He’s gentle but straightforward.

Nanami would want you to communicate with him, but he understands if it’s hard and you need time, just again, don’t let it be too late.

He’ll hold your hand if you allow it and will listen to you and offer advice or his opinion if that’s what you want.

If you wish to sit in silence, he’ll do that as well.

He’s definitely the type to gently lecture you about holding everything in, and he will admit that he doesn’t want to lose you.

♡˗ˏ:𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮: :;🖤

Geto would want you to tell him right away if somethings wrong or you’re in a dark headspace.

He’s been one of those people that never got checked on when he was silently crying out for help and he’d be damned to let you be in that same position.

He’s a sensitive guy himself so if you cry he might shed a tear with you.

Seeing you in so much mental anguish and or even physical pain makes him devastated.

Geto is the clingy type so expect him to stay close to you and check in with you a lot more, but if you desire space, he’ll give it to you, but he’s a bit reluctant.

He’s very scared to lose you.

If you’re wanting to cuddle, I can tell you right now, he gives the best cuddles ever.

#𝐉𝐉𝐊✩ ̇ ┈•ﾟ #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #nanami kento #geto suguru #jjk x gender neutral reader #black coded reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento x reader #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #jjk nanami #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x you

[tea-plantz]

Hello! I absolutely LOVED your yandere!Bill Cipher x reader headcanons! Can I please get a part two where the reader loves Bill back? I’m a huge simp for the Dorito man 💛💛

Si mi amigo, I can of course write that for you, love! I swear, I’ve gotten sooo many Bill Cipher request lately, so I just had to do some more Bill content!

Also, like mentioned in the request, this is sort of a part 2 to my other Bill hcs, so I would recommend reading that one first!

He/him for Bill

They/them for the reader

<Yandere! Bill Cipher x reader HCS, where reader loves him back>

The dream demon had kept you with him for quite some time now, always staying by your side. Now, you might have heard of something called Stockholm syndrome, which is basically when a victim starts forming and emotional bond, and starts feeling sympathy for their kidnapper. You can probably guess where I’m going with this.

You were well aware of the fact that Bill had abducted you, taken you away from everything you loved, but for some odd reason, you started… viewing him differently. The more time you spent with the triangle, the more you actually started caring for him, and in time, full on loving him.

When you first told Bill you loved him, he didn’t believe you. Of course he had told you that himself multiple times, and made you say it back, but you always sounded nervous when you did. Moreover, you’ve never voluntarily gone up to him and just blurted it out yourself so casually, without him demanding it. Naturally, he was suspicious. Was this an attempt to gain his trust to escape? Or perhaps you were just toying with him?

When Bill finally realized that you were genuine with your little love confession, he was absolutely over the moon! Bro was flabbergasted.

The person he loved and adored oh so much finally loved him back! And he didn’t even have to force you in any way! (At least not too much) Oh what a joyful discovery! He was so happy, floating around while giggling like a little girl.

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After that, the dream demon showed you hella lot affection, we’re talking hugs, kisses, picking you up, petnames all day, playing with your hair, cuddles, constantly complimenting you, all that stuff. It was a lot easier too, since you didn’t push him away or act scared anymore, which just made him more enthusiastic. Thing is, in the start Bill loved your fear, but it got boring quickly. What he truly longed for was your heart (not literally), so when he finally got it, he was overjoyed!

When you suddenly returned the affection one time, he almost passed out. “Hey Bill, how’s it going honey?” “H-h-honey?!” *Bill.exe has stopped working*

You would expect someone to get less angsty and possessive once they got confirmed that the person that they care about shares the same feelings, however, this was NOT the case with Bill, per say. He got even more over protective than ever, if that was even humanly possible, craving to be by your side at all times, day and night.

The fact that you love him would definitely boost his already big ego A LOT! This man would feel like the most important person in the whole wide universe, including you of course~ He would also brag about his awesome and beautiful s/o all the time.

In my previous headcanons, I mentioned that Bill would play the piano for you. Well, now that he doesn’t need to force you to sit still, he would most certainly do music duets with you! Preferably with love songs. The demon finds them so enjoyable, plus you’re angelic voice drives him absolutely crazy! He craves to hear it at least once a day, and you can’t really say no to him, whatsoever.

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Bill did ease off of the punishments, mostly because he didn’t really need to punish you anymore. Since your little escape attempts had finally come to an end, and you didn’t really cause that much trouble for him anymore, Bill felt no need to lash out at you. However, if you did do something he didn’t particularly like, he would still punish you, just less intense then the methods he used before.

The Dorito man would probably also get fewer anger tantrums. Don’t get me wrong, he still gets pissed of if you or somebody else rubs him the wrong way, but it’s a lot less intense then what it used to be.

He shows you off a lot to every single one of his henchmen, ALL THE TIME. Bill takes great pride in you, y’know?

Now that you have finally given in and stopped being so stubborn, you and Bill are able to rule together as king and queen/king/ruler of the universe for all eternity, at last. When the dream demon and his crew finally conquered Gravity Falls, he kept you proudly by his side, while showing of his powers to you *wink wink*. Bill even made you your own throne! And even though you hesitated a bit to actually sit in it (since y’know, it’s made out of actual people), he stared you down until you finally gave in. All with love of course! Bill really couldn’t wish for more, everything was just perfect! His dream finally came true, and better yet, it came true with you ruling beside him, just like he’s always daydreamt about!

Bill is definitely never EVER letting you go. If you thought he was a lovesick psycho before, he’s a literal monster now. All the affection that you provided him of, really made him lose it, and now he craves you more than ever. This triangle is going to keep you with him til the end of time, and there’s nothing you can say or do to get away. Not that you would really want to though, since Bill has finally managed to sneak his way into your heart! Forever…

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[roo-bastmoon]

I dunno what it means but I have a theory

Pessimists say JK is copying/stealing Jimin's style because he has no creativity of his own and he knows Jimin's look was successful.

Pragmatists say the stylists recycle looks and design brands for BTS, especially when the members have a similar sense of style or body build, and they are pressed for time with all these rollouts.

Optimists like me say JK has a say in a lot of his outfits and poses, so he might wish to draw visual connections to Jimin, creating an unspoken alignment. It may not even be entirely conscious, and it definitely doesn't connect the "themes" of their solo works.

I guess we won't know unless they ever talk about it, but at this point, there's too many similarities for it to be a coincidence.

The reason I cannot bring myself to believe that Jungkook is just copying Jimin out of intellectual laziness is because THEY DO THIS IN THEIR PERSONAL LIVES ALL THE TIME. All the shoes, pants, shirts, hats, and jewelry brands and looks they've shared over the years?? They like the same stuff.

They take the whole "I am you, you are me" thing pretty seriously, and as much as Jimin teases Jungkook for being hyung's copycat, he has never truly minded. In fact we've had proof of them recently hanging out and being just fine with one another. Whatever their status is, Jikook seem pretty good, which is heartening.

So maybe I'm looking at the world through rose-colored glasses (and I'm not out to convince anyone to see things my way), but I just get the gut sense that JK craves connection with Jimin and this is one of the ways he can do that... Or maybe he just thinks Jimin is the coolest (I cannot argue with the man).

Even if he didn't write his own songs or craft his own designs in solo era (something I personally lament--I am really struggling to connect with his work so far, I'm sad to say, but that's a comment on me, not a demand of him), staff know what he likes; he approves things and has right of refusal.

So I just tend to think it may not be a big huge hairy deal (as in, this is not couple coding; this is not proof that "Jikook is real"). Rather, I take it to mean Jikook share aesthetics and this is one of the ways they click. At work. At home. While traveling. They click this way.

It's cool if you see things differently. I could be way, way off base! But as a general rule, if you bash a member of BTS on my blog you get the ban-hammer from me without any fuss or fanfare.

Discussion is great but keep it respectful. Thank you!

And now I cannot procrastinate any more. Lunch break is over and I have to get back to work. I don't wanna don't make me I just wanna watch BTS content all day long is that too much to ask waaaah. The deadlines, they wait for no one...

#jikook #jimin #jungkook

[viviennevermillion]

Domestic + Date Headcanons

notes: is dottore an evil mad scientist in this au too? i'll leave that up to interpretation but fact is he's the weirdest fucking surgeon you'll ever meet.

contains: character x gn!reader, modern au

characters included: dottore, pantalone

warnings: financial stability. dottore being a questionable physician. mentions of tumor.

dark content creators and consumers dni

Dottore

Many of your friends would say something of the sort that you had rather... well... "unique" tastes. Because even though your lover was as intelligent as they came; no one could deny that he was more than a little odd. Many found him intimidating, some even a little unsettling. He did nothing to try and avert the rumors. Maybe, sometimes, he even enjoyed them. 

Nevertheless, he managed to score an incredibly well-paying job; being the head of surgery of your city's most prominent hospital. To speak frankly, you didn't know how he lasted that long in this position, given his….demeanor.

You’d visit him at his workplace once in a while, checking in on him or surprising him with some lunch for him because you knew how he could get all caught up in his work and forget about mealtime. He’d greet you with a kiss to your temple as soon as you were out of other people’s curious gazes. “Thanks a lot for the food, love”, he’d pat your head. “Let me guess, you didn’t pack any?”, you sighed as he nodded. 

He smirked at you, obviously finding your disappointment a little amusing. “Who knows, maybe I just wanted to see the love of my life”, he teased and gave you a quick kiss on the lips; not missing how you subconsciously tugged on his lab coat when he pulled away, craving for him to stay a little longer. You raised your eyebrows at him and chuckled. “You don’t fool me. You wouldn’t get me to come here just for some kisses and lunch. What weird thing did you find during surgery this time?”, you ran a hand through his teal hair, knowing occasions like these usually happened because something extraordinary had occured during his work day and he wanted to share it with you. You didn’t even want to know how many times he had broken the patient confidentiality agreement in regards to you.

“So eager to learn about my work, are you?”, he teased once more as if he wasn’t the one who was more than excited to inform you about his newest shenanigans. Anyone else wouldn’t have been able to tell, with his calm, slightly flirty way of talking to you. But you knew better. He loved you and love for Dottore showed in taking any opportunity he got to drag you into his work and research. “So we removed this tumor the size of a volleyball from a specimen’s leg. Biggest thing I’ve ever seen in person; a case absolutely unheard of in this hospital-”, he stopped for a moment, putting an arm around your shoulder, “-would you like to see it? We still have it here.” You shook your head very quickly and with Dottore you had no idea whether he was joking about stuff like this or not. He chuckled at your blatant refusal and pressed a kiss just below your earlobe to tease you. 

“Anyway, follow me. I have to show you something”, he gestured for you to follow him out of his office. “Not the tumor, please”, you cringed a little. “It’s not the tumor, I promise”, he linked his arm with you and led you down the hallway. You didn’t know if it was your imagination or not, but he looked a little proud when his colleagues saw you next to him. 

“Doctor, I have a couple of questions about my upcoming surgery”, a patient stopped your lover in the hallway, “will it hurt? Will I wake up again?” Dottore nodded. “It’s a routine procedure. You’ll be fine”, he said calmly, “we’ll put you in the death simulator and then everything goes dark and it’ll be over before you know.” And with that he left the patient standing there, dragging you along as you looked at Dottore with wide eyes. “That probably scared the crap out of them”, you gestured. “I told them they’d be fine”, your lover shrugged. “But referring to the anaesthesia as the ‘death simulator’?”, you shook your head, “I don’t think that sat well with them…seriously how do you still have this job?” Zandik smirked at you, telling you that you would see soon. 

He led you to the laboratory of the surgery department towards the 3D-printer. “Is this the printer you illegally make parts for your little science projects at home with?”, you asked without missing a beat. He shushed you by holding his pointer finger to your lips before giving you a kiss. “You shouldn’t mention that in here”, he chuckled and led you closer to the printer and you could observe how something was being made in the lab. “We have to reconstruct the patient’s entire leg”, Dottore explained, “this is my own personal prototype I designed and fought tooth and nail for it to get approved by the meeting board. I don’t mean to brag but it might revolutionise the art of making prosthetics.” You could tell how proud he was of actually receiving recognition for his work. You pulled him close and gave him a hug. 

“I’m proud of you”, you said and kissed him gently. You knew hearing that meant something to him, even if he just responded by patting your head. You’d save the questions about how many rules he had to break to get that project to where it was for later.

After your work day is over, you usually come home in the evenings to Dottore tinkering on one of his many projects. Living with him meant getting used to all sorts of questionable household appliances he built in the garage. From the kitchen robot that predicted your preferred breakfast based on your mood to the vacuum cleaner that was capable of climbing both walls AND humans; you saw his inventions come and go. Some were useful, some weren’t. You really liked the mailbox that automatically filtered out spam and ads; although you had a few questions about Dottore’s “in-built theft protection measures” which came in the form of a small scalpel stabbing at anyone who’d try sticking their hand into the mailbox slit. 

Dottore had more than enough money to cover for you both, but you had insisted to continue working regardless. He appreciated that about you. One less hassle to worry about; he slept a little easier knowing you were able to provide for yourself. On days he slept at all, that was.

There would be many idle moments of you sitting next to Dottore while he was working on his research, doing your own thing. He’d occasionally pass you by, giving you a kiss on the forehead or asking you if you’d like to see the progress he had made. But if you wanted to spend time with him instead, that would be fine with him too. He could put you first if that’s what you needed from him. 

If you supported him in his endeavours and joined him sometime to watch him work or help him out a little; he was up for going along with your whims too, accompanying you to whatever activities you were in the mood for; be it a walk in the park or a big event. He’d complain if it wasn’t something he would have chosen, but you knew he didn’t mean that. He enjoyed spending time with you, even if it meant exposing himself to people once in a while and partaking in hobbies he normally wouldn’t. “I’m glad settling down didn’t make you boring or cranky”, he’d comment dryly, earning a laugh from you. 

If he got to pick the date locations, he’d often go for science fairs and museums. The objectively creepier, the better. 

Dottore was what you'd like to call an "aquired taste" but you loved him just the way he was and he; well he didn't always show it in the typical ways; but he loved you too. More than he was willing to admit most of the time. But it showed in the way he'd support you to make the most of your life. It showed in how he wanted you witness all of his passions and accomplishments. It showed in the way he held you at night whilst being asleep, unaware how he was pulling you closer to him and burying his face in your neck. And it showed in the way he let you into his life; allowing you to become part of his strange world and making sure to accomodate for your presence as well as possible; to keep you happy and content.

Pantalone

No matter in what world; Pantalone's life will always be so much different from what a common citizen would be used to. As such, loving him had turned out to be quite the adjustment, even though it had been a pleasant one.

Running the most influential bank in the entire country, he had his hands full of work, yet it never made you feel unloved. You didn't know how; whether it was through sheer dedication or the power of cold hard cash; he still managed to find time for you. If you wanted to and he mostly had paperwork to do on a week day, you could come to his office and snuggle with him while he was doing his work.

He'd look up to you when you entered his office, his facial expression softening instantly. "What brings you here, hmm love?", he got up, embracing you in his arms and felt you relax against his chest. "I just missed you", you explained, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

Having you leaned against him and receiving your affection motivated him so much more to keep going as it kept him from checking the clock repeatedly, longing for that time he'd come home to you and receive that love he had been craving the whole day.

Sometimes you'd fall asleep on his lap and there had been several instances where Pantalone had just selfishly rescheduled meetings just to keep holding you and avoid waking you up. He had all the power and money he could hope for. His business partners usually couldn't afford to refuse a deal with him when they sought him out. So they could just as well wait.

You didn't need to work, with how rich Pantalone was, but he had given you enough money to provide for yourself even in the case of you two ever separating and he no longer had any access to it. He wanted to see you safe and thriving; come what may.

For dates he usually takes you to restaurant or ✨ the mall ✨

You just know where this is going when he says "we're going to the mall again :)" because you know he has the intention to spend hundreds on gifts for you again even if you try to talk him out of it. He looks so happy when he gives you gifts though....how could you refuse?

He LOVES when you kiss him on the escalator if you're shorter than him. Just standing a step above him and giving him a surprise kiss before he hugs you and smiles happily, resting his his head against your shoulder. The escalator ride doesn't last long enough....

Everytime he goes to the mall with you he also always buys things for himself. He can do it himself but he lets you do his tie or put a necklace he has his eyes on around his neck; enjoying the way your fingers gently brush his soft hair aside.

You'd sit outside of the changing rooms, scrolling through your phone and you'd hear Pantalone calling out to you. "Y/n? Can you help me close this zipper?", he'd ask excitedly and you'd enter his cabin to see him wearing a fancy white shirt with a zipper on the back. "What would you do without me?", you chuckle. "I'd probably be a lot more bitter and my life would be a lot more boring", he smiles and shrugs. You close the zipper but not before pressing a couple of kisses to the skin between his shoulder blades. You can see Pantalone get goosebumps after the first kiss and smile against his skin. After helping him out on the shirt, the two of you step out of the cabin so Pantalone can look at himself in the larger mirror outside. "So, how do I look?", he turns around a bit, inspecting himself in the mirror. You take his face into your hands and kiss his lips softly. "You're beautiful, as always", you smile at him with the most loving gaze and brush a strand of hair out of his face affectionately, "I'm going to have to be careful not to bump into a random lamp post because I was too busy staring at my beautiful partner." Pantalone chuckles. "Maybe I shouldn't buy this shirt then?", he teases and you shake your head. "Nonononono get it", you reply hastily, making him laugh. "Can't get enough of me, huh?", he pokes your cheek before giving you a kiss on the forehead. "You only notice that now?", you raise an eyebrow.

Going shopping with Pantalone always results in him basically just giving you a private fashion show; trying on countless of things and asking you for your feedback. He looks beautiful in everything, truth be told, but there are some pieces that particularly stand out to you and you make sure to let him know. Which....is a surefire way for him to buy something because it makes you swoon over him so he HAS to get it.

If you like some of his outfits more than others you notice he will wear these particularly often. Man just wants to see you down bad for him the way he is for you.

He gets double the amount of clothes for you he buys for himself

You can go through any shop with him and be like "Oh I like the decorations of this shop" and then leave for the bathroom and come back to Pantalone standing in front of the shop with a box full of the store decorations regardless of whether they were for sale or not. With enough money he can get them. You look at Pantalone and then at the store behind him that is now completely lacking any decorations. "Pantalone...", you start, "love, what's in the box?"

You eventually convince him to give them back to the staff

Pantalone owns a mansion outside of the city and after your shopping trips he takes you home in his unnecessarily expensive black car.

One day it rains so badly that the street is hardly visible even using all the functions of the car available, so for your safety, Pantalone stops the car on the next parking space in the middle of nowhere. "Let's wait here until the rain clears a bit", he says and squeezes your hand. Your favorite song comes on in the radio.

"Oh hey, it's my favorite!", you exclaim and Pantalone smiles at you, "I didn't think the radio station would play this one." He pulls you as close as possible with him in the driver's seat. "I asked them to play this for you", he explains and gives you a kiss on the forehead. "Oh, are they having one of these events again where you can request a song?" "..." "You paid them to do this, didn't you?"

Before you can say anything, Pantalone's lips are on yours, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in the hair that falls into the back of his neck.

You two eventually end up on the backseat of the car, comfortably snuggled up in a blanket Pantalone always has in there in case you're cold. You softly sing along to the song the radio plays and enjoy the moment together.

After sitting there for at least half an hour you sigh against Pantalone's lips. "The rain doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon", you say before your lover pulls you into yet another kiss. Pantalone holds you so close and clearly enjoys just spoiling you with his kisses for a while. He trails them down your neck and makes sure you know just how much he appreciates and loves you. His kisses are gentle and lingering, like a quiet confession of love littered across your skin. "Did you like your gifts today?", he asks you and kisses your cheek. "You know you really don't have to spend so much money on gifts for me everytime we-" He kisses you again before you can protest. You sigh in defeat. "I liked the gifts."

author's note: hope y'all liked this one. i originally wanted to include alhaitham in this too but i got too burnt out and i still need to prepare for the mess that the network ebg will be. i got krupp. i have to fake-simp for krupp of all people. 😭❤️

#pantalone x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x you #dottore x you #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact #dottore #pantalone #genshin impact x reader

[dairy-farmer]

I'm not sure if you check the comments on your AO3 stories or not anymore, but I wanted to share the content I left (both because I want to make sure you see it and know how much I like your writing, and also because I crave validation as well ❤️) so I'm basically just copy/pasting the comment here (with some added spelling corrections):

[Comment I left on 'i drink the honey (inside your hive)']

This is probably my 20th time reading this because it is so so good: not only is somnophilia my jam, I love how Dick keeps telling himself 'this is all I'm doing, no more!' and then keeps going anyway. Also, your dirty talk (in all your fics, not just this one) is always so hot - I find a lot of people have trouble managing to be explicit and sexy without ending up in 'this is so cringe it's ruining the mood' territory. Seriously, my favorite part is Dick moaning and telling Tim he has no other place to cum, and how he'll make it up to him and how good Timmy is being for him🤤... Yeah❤️❤️❤️.

Moving on: I see some comments trying to work Jason into this hot mess, but I'm more interested in Damian at the moment: you've already shown in Carnation Instant Bitch that he's totally the type of character who could get off (at least for a bit until he got lonely) on some good old fashioned somnophilia. So this is what I'm picturing:

Bruce and Dick are needed for League and Titan stuff, Jason is off with the Outlaws, and Alfred is out of the country visiting his daughter. And even though Damian is a mature, self-sufficient (former) assassin child, he's also only 13 and they cannot in good conscience leave him by himself for however long this mission takes. So Tim gets roped into batsitting duty (let's also say that they decide not to patrol until someone gets back, because they want to make sure there's backup if something goes wrong). Damian doesn't want to kill Tim Drake any more (at least no more than most siblings want to kill each other) but he's still a little shit sometimes. And he really wants to search Tim's room for ammunition to use against him, but when Tim is away he always secures his room at the manor so tightly even Bruce (or Selina) would have trouble getting in. But! He doesn't do that when he's actually sleeping in his own bed, because he trusts his vigilante instincts to protect him and/or wake him if someone comes in.

Luckily, Damian is aware of some sleeping medication Bruce has cooked up and keeps on hand: it's very useful for getting stubborn vigilantes to actually stay put and rest when they're injured (and he has seen Alfred use it against Bruce as well). So, some of that careful crushed up and hidden inside a teacup when Damian brings out some tea for them to share. Drake is far too smart to accept a drink from Damian he hasn't seen either prepaired in front of him or served from the same container - but of course he wouldn't think to check the cups before Damian serves them both.

Damian worries for a moment, when the drugs should start to kick in, that Drake is on to him: his eyebrows furrow for a moment and he looks over the top of his teacup to study Damian oddly. But then he just gives Damian a small smile, finishes his tea, thanks Damian again, and says he's heading off to bed because he's getting tired.

Damian waits about an hour before sneaking into Drake's room, double checking that all the traps on the door and entrance to the room are disabled. He's excited to finally have a chance to find something embarrassing or incriminating that he'll be able to use against Drake in the future. After searching the desk in the room (only unused stationary, no notes or anything that might be useful), Damian heads towards the closet, glancing at Drake to make sure he still asleep: yup, still asleep on his back, blankets tangled around one leg and sleep shirt bunched up around his waist, showing on his bare pussy. Damian freezes and does a double-take because What. Drake has a- a pussy?!?

(I like to think -because it's fucking hilarious- that no one bothered to mention that Tim is trans to Damian when he joined the family, and Damian spent most of the first year or so completely ignoring Tim when he wasn't trying to kill him and by the time Tim may have felt comfortable sharing this fact, or even just sharing the communal showers with Damian, Tim had already moved into his own Nest. So because of random happenstance, Damian just never realized that Tim was not a cisgendered guy.)

(It's after midnight now and I'm running out of steam, but I think the next bit is something something, Damian is too young/ his peers find him abrasive and off putting and so he's never real... Seen a pussy up close. And well, Drake is asleep and unlikely to wake up for the next 7 hours at least... So Damian start off just... Satiating his curiosity. Just looking, analyzing the structures and shape, which seems so different in person as opposed to an anatomical drawing in health class. Maybe he carefully moves the blanket and positions Tim's legs so he can have an unobstructed view. Maybe looking turns into some light touching - it's just simple scientific curiosity! It's not like he ever thought that Drake was pretty or paid much attention to when Grandfather would get that far away look on his eyes when talking about Drake and devolve into muttering about pretty, brilliant heirs (which actually made a lot more sense now that he knew what equipment Drake was packing)...

Damian probably doesn't get around to fucking Tim for another night or two, but it's fine because Drake is being strangely... Sweet and trusting, sharing tea with Damian every night and never seeming the question how he got sleepy immediately after.

OR Something like that😅😅😅. Just an idea that popped into my head!

answered out of order:

🥺🥺🥺🥺this is so sweet!!! i try to check my ao3 inbox but sometimes i get sidetracked and forget- i'm so happy you like my fics!!!!! especially the somnophilia ones, since it's one of my top favorite tropes that i love to write about<3333

and for 'drink the honey' i can absolutely see everyone in the family growing to 'take advantage' of tim, all of them thinking they're the first and only people to fuck tim meanwhile tim has known the entire time and revels in how all his brothers and dad all end up doing the same thing of drugging and fucking him <3, he really is so loved <3333

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Because why not? I just don’t understand the way that fans think, on one hand we can’t associate or even compare Lore Olympus to the myths because they’ll say “well it’s her retelling she doesn’t have to do things exactly alike” but on the other hand when you’re talking about the story by itself they’ll then try to counter whatever argument against Lore Olympus by saying “this is what they did in the myths!! why are you guys mad at greek mythology??” so which one is it because it’s giving me a headache. I get so tired of seeing the exact same argument from fans it’s so redundant and I mean that in the nicest way possible, I’m sure a lot of you are great people but the things y’all say and do for this comic is insane.

Rachel is adding yet another sex scene and people are rightfully angry. We’re in the climax where the world is basically in an apocalyptic state and the gods are all in danger of having no mortals to worship them and give them any purpose and it’s all because of Persephone, no one is thinking “oh yeah this is the perfect time for intimacy” and if you wanted to give fan service to those who are craving it you should’ve did it in a more calmer setting?? No one is threatening Rachel and telling her that she needs to add these ridiculously high stakes to her comic which prevents her from smoothly writing NSFW of the main couple, she’s literally doing this herself which is one of the reasons why it gets so annoying whenever fans get mad at people for being upset or disappointed. She’s doing this to herself, am I saying harass the woman or cyber bully her? No but that’s not what a lot of these people are doing, in every single webtoon especially one as big as Lore Olympus you’re going to have people who view your content differently or disagree with the way you’ve written things. I’m not trying to encourage the idea of changing your entire story to bend to those people but a large majority of your fandom are starting to have the exact same complaints and it’s clear that your plots are not being fleshed out at all, these people are just asking (no, begging really) for a cohesive story not a masterpiece.

Which brings me to my next point, all of the criticisms and explanations many critics have been sharing are entirely valid. You cannot put a sex scene as a replacement to storytelling, it just never works since it adds virtually nothing to what’s happening. Especially right now when, like I said before, Rachel is starting to spiral the plot into chaos (I’m not being insulting by saying this it’s literally chaos it seems like all of the characters are in trouble) and introducing or welcoming back a lot of intriguing plot stories and characters that many people are excited to see. To make an odd and unnecessary shift to romance in the middle of absolute destruction is crazy, especially when none of it is earned. I’ve said this in my later rants but I’ll say it again because it’s true, the romance between Hades and Persephone has no stakes and it never will it seems since Rachel doesn’t even allow stuff like that to happen. Nothing about their romance keeps you straddled on for the ride or leaves you at the edge of your seat which is why so many people are bored with their dynamic if there even is one to begin with. Slow burns and other romances are all about the payoff that’s what everyone’s here to see, after chapters on chapters of wondering if their love will brave the dangers around them and between them we finally get our question solved with appropriate intimacy.

Lore Olympus as a whole rarely wants to develop actual relationships in real time, it only skips to “the good bits” while completely ignoring the fact that the entire bonding experience between your ships and your fans rely heavily on us actually witnessing their chemistry/bond and being shown why they should be together, not being told by forces outside of the relationship.

All in all the potential sex scene is just terrible timing on Rachel’s part and it should’ve been done while literally nothing was happening to avoid all of the backlash that it’s getting now.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus

[wenumsmol]

Hump~Day — Satoru Gojo

Daddy's home and he's tired, baby. Happy Gojo Unboxing Day <3

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ only interactions, ageless blogs will be blocked if you dare.

Do not repost or translate my works ANYWHERE. If you see my works posted anywhere other than here and AO3, let me know because that ain't me and it's not okay.

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Synopsis & Content Warnings: Gojo is tired and asks you to hump his pillow before bed tonight so he can sleep well with your scent right under his nose. /|/|/|/ pillow humping, voyeurism, established relationship, m/f, fem reader, masturbation/mutual masturbation (m/f), cunnilingus, overstimulation, pussy drunk Gojo, soft Gojo, fluffy smut.

Wc: 2.8k

Smutty smut, under the cut (╯✧∇✧)╯╰⋃╯

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“You want me to hump your pillow?” you chuckled, confused and tilting your head to the side.

“You know I love the way you smell, baby. Won’t you do it for me? It’ll help me sleep better,” he cooed as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. He had grown accustomed to your scent and found comfort in it, making it difficult to drift off to sleep without it. Despite how peculiar it may have sounded to others, he saw it as a simple and harmless way to ease his insomnia. He needed rest after all that had happened, his six eyes needed rest.

"Aw, my poor baby… You must be so incredibly exhausted," you said, your heart sinking at the thought of how long he's been fighting without a moment to just breathe. It's a miracle he hasn't collapsed from sheer exhaustion the moment he walked through the door of your shared apartment. You carefully studied his face, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes and the restlessness in his body. Despite this, his expression remained neutral yet soft, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. Without saying a word, Gojo silently joined you at the end of the bed, crossing his legs patiently as he waited– leg bouncing anxiously.

"Whatever you wish, I'll do," you said, sounding like a genie. You shuffled and shifted on the bed to straddle his pillow, but before you could proceed, he stopped you with a single word. "Wait--" he pleaded, his voice filled with an unparalleled desire and impatient longing. "Strip down for me. I want to see every inch of you, and I don't want any of the good stuff going to waste," Gojo's eyes remained fixed on you with an unyielding intensity that demanded obedience. He yearned to feel every droplet of your sweet release, refusing to let any go to waste, drenching your panties. "Give me everything you've got," he urged with a commanding and persuasive tone, as if he were on the brink of breaking down from the sheer anticipation, each moment of delay torturing him more than the last.

“Won’t it be too wet for you to sleep?” Sleeping in a wet spot is never comfortable, so his request was a little concerning.

"You let me worry about that," he chuckled a little, his voice emanating a sense of ease and assurance. "It'll be perfect," he added, with unshakable confidence in his ability to take care of the matter.

Feeling his eyes on you, you tuck your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, a nervous anticipation building within you. How long has it been since you’ve had his undivided attention? Like 1,184 days? That’s what it felt like. No wonder you’re nervous as if it’s the first time he’s seen you bare as the day you were born. All that matters now is that he’s here, and he’s craving you like a man fresh out of prison. Well…

Gently, you slide them down your thighs, over your knees, and with a flick of your wrist, toss them onto the sheets within Gojo's reach. He picks them up delicately, inspecting the moisture on the crotch with a nod of approval, encouraging you to continue with his gaze. You shed your shirt, letting him have that as well before he could ask, and he grabbed it with a smirk that said “you know me so well.”

You make your move to straddle the pillow once more, squeezing it between your thighs. Starting to ease into a comfortable position, you begin to rock back and forth in a steady motion while feeling the softness of the cushion against your skin, as if it were an extension of your own body. The luxurious silk fabric of the pillowcase presses up against your folds, catching your sensitive clit repeatedly, each stroke sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your pussy. With each grind, you can feel the warmth and pressure build within you, creating an ever-growing coil of desire at your core, begging to be released. You close your eyes, surrendering yourself to the sensations, and focus on the rhythmic movements of your hips as you grind against the pillow. Riding the cushion with growing passion, the plushness offering just the right amount of resistance for maximum pleasure. Your moans of "Satoru..." fill the room, intermingling with the sound of your movement. Gojo watches with keen interest, taking in every detail of your body: the glistening sweat on your skin, the way your lips part in ecstasy, and even the faint thumping of your heart. With his six eyes, he sees all and doesn't miss a single thing, fatigue be damned.

You look over, locking eyes with him, and he smirks, gazing at you with a sense of undeniable lust. To Gojo, there's something utterly captivating about the way your body moves, the way your breathing quickens as you delve deeper into your own pleasure. The sight of you, with your head thrown back, and your lips parted, lost in a world of raw ecstasy, is nothing short of intoxicating.

“You’re so damn pretty like that, princess. Gorgeous…” he says lowly. As if he hadn’t been fighting demons for gods know how long, here he is fighting his own, debating whether he’s got enough energy left in him to lap at your pussy the way he usually does for hours on end. Wondering if he has just enough to get his fill of your flavor coating his tongue to get him through the night. Seeing the way you commit to him like this, knowing that you’d do whatever it took to see your man satisfied– every appetite of his, fed… Your man, who keeps your world turning– who keeps this world safe from the threat of curses... Every inch of you exudes sensuality, and as you writhe, fucking your sweet tangy moisture into his place of rest– a vision of pure beauty unmatched.

The unmistakable bulge in Gojo's pants is prominent as he watches you, his intense gaze causing his leg to bounce more aggressively with indecision. Despite displaying clear signs of exhaustion, he can't seem to resist the temptation of taking you, and you can sense his internal struggle as he battles with his desires.

Just as you're in the midst of exploring and pleasuring your own body, you experience the added sensation of another's touch. Gojo's hands, vast, vascular, and pulsing with heat, glide over your skin with expert ease. He guides your movements as you rock your hips, toying with your senses while you indulge in the moment. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip and his gaze locks onto yours from beneath thick, snowy-white lashes

You look into Gojo's intense eyes, and he slowly leans in, his breath hot against your skin. You close your eyes in anticipation as he tenderly licks your lips, causing a delicious heat to pool in your belly. The tease continues as he expertly traces his tongue over your lips, making you crave more. Abruptly, he pulls back ever so slightly, only to nibble on your lower lip, causing chills to course through your body. His fingers expertly circle your clit, and you feel that coil within you winding tighter. Gojo encourages you with sweet words, “let go, pretty baby, you can do it. Soak it for me. Make me proud, and I’ll reward you by licking your pussy clean after, okay?” he assures, as his fingers intensify their pace, bringing you closer to the brink of pure bliss.

With an earth-shattering moan you stare into the rippling blue pools of his eyes, gasping and clutching at his arms to steady yourself, “that’s it, that’s my good girl,” he says as he continues rubbing your clit, giving you the space to ride out your high and bask in the afterglow. Slowly but surely, he coaxes every last drop of sweet elixir out of you, ensuring that your release is complete and total. “Good…” he breathes again, kissing your forehead. He wraps his strong arms around your waist and effortlessly lifts you up, before gently laying you down on the bed.

His lips eagerly seek yours once more before making their way down your body, planting kisses and sending shivers down your spine. Fingertips expertly teasing your nipples, he takes his time, relishing in every moan and gasp that escapes your lips, asking with a sly grin “you like that?” Gojo plants an open mouth kiss between your breasts before kissing around the soft mounds, tongue finding each peak. Both nipples receive the softest of nibbles and sweet suckles from his soft pink lips, the tip of his tongue playfully flicking with the tip and then flattening to suck harder. “Can’t wait for the day these are full of milk, you’ll never get me off you,” he said, excitement too evident in his voice and he hummed satisfaction as he continued to overstimulate your chest, praises between every hard suck and popping release.

Continuing down your torso, licking a long wet trail, his tongue dips into your bellybutton briefly, and he nibbles at the softness of your stomach. Peppering gentle kisses over your womb, fighting yet another demon. Always fighting demons. Gojo then reaches your wetness and pulls away. “Mmm,” he tilts his head in awe for a moment, then leans in to tease around your puffy lips with his teeth, grazing the meat of your outer lips and making your hips pulse with need. Skipping the gooey center, he thoroughly licks up the slickness from your inner thighs instead, savoring every drop of arousal from your previous release. Finally, settling between your legs, he takes his time exploring every inch of your throbbing, sensitive core, parting your folds. Gojo exposes your glistening and inviting cunt to his hungry gaze. And his next words send shivers down your spine, breath tickles your most intimate areas. "Look at that pretty pussy," Gojo whispers directly into your folds. The husky timbre of his voice makes your heart race as he accents the beauty of your pretty pussy. With his tongue darting out, he asks, "You want me to tongue fuck this tight little hole of yours, princess? Would you like that?" He waits for your response, eager to bring you to new heights of pleasure before he further indulges in the taste of your sweetness.

"Please..." you whisper, with tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, as you gaze deeply into the captivating brilliance of his mesmerizing blue ones, piercing through the soft white tufts of hair that frame them ever so perfectly.

"Please? What do you want?" he asked in a devious tone, his words slurring slightly due to the heavy drowsiness. He lightly flicks your clit with the tip of his finger, teasing you with delicate and precise touches. You feel his skilled fingers exploring your most sensitive areas, tracing the curves of your body with a feather-like touch– dipping into the wetness –sending shivers down your spine.

“Aah, fuck– please — I want to feel your mouth on me— please.” As you utter those words with a trembling voice, your body is consumed by an insatiable desire for him. You've been yearning for his touch for what seemed like a never-ending stretch of time. Every fiber of your being ached for him to finally fulfill your carnal desire. Your throbbing pussy was a testament to the intensity of the longing you felt for him, and you couldn't wait any longer. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and drive you wild with pleasure, leaving you trembling and breathless.

"Anything for you," Gojo confessed as he hungrily licked a long, slow strip from your clenching entrance all the way up to your pulsating clit. “I’d burn the world for you.” The sensation makes you arch your back, unable to control the volume of your voice. “Yes, yes– mnngh– ahh!”

"You're so fuckin' juicy," he breathed heavily, his saliva dripping down your inner thighs as his lips eagerly attacked your sensitive nub, coaxing out moans of ecstasy from your quivering lips. His hunger to please you was insatiable, and you could feel the intensity emanating from his skilled tongue as he probed every inch of your swollen pussy with an almost inhuman relentlessness. Every flick of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure rocketing through your body, causing you to arch your back and grip the sheets beneath you. You were completely lost in the wild torrent of sensation and passion that he had ignited, and as he lapped at your folds with a feverish intensity that left you reeling with pleasure, you felt as if you were on the verge of transcending into another state of being. The entire scene was an overwhelming assault on your senses, and you could feel your mind and body spiraling out of control, thoroughly consumed by the exquisite sensations that his unyielding technique was producing. His addiction to your unique flavor seemed to be driving him to new heights of pleasure —eyes rolling back–and as he lost himself in the heady cocktail of passion and taste that you had created, you could feel your own arousal building steadily to a fever pitch.

Tongue swirling around your clit, gently sucking on it with a steady rhythm. He pulls away with a wet pop of his lips, groaning in delight at the sweet, intoxicating scent of you. "You taste and smell so damn good," he growls, his voice deep and husky with arousal. He dives back in, his lips making wet and sloppy sounds as he eagerly consumes you, his soft groans adding to the symphony of pleasure filling the bedroom.

“More… Give me more,” Gojo demands, slipping two fingers inside you, stroking in time with the movements of his mouth. His fingers curl up, massaging that sweet sweet spot at the roof of your walls with that perfect ‘come hither’ motion that sends you over the deep end every single time.

You writhe and moan under him, lost in the sensation of his skilled mouth and hands. In between the delicious friction of his touch, Gojo jerks his thick length in sync with the rhythm he’s fucking his fingers into you, the steady flow of pre-cum lubricating his feverish strokes as he fucks his fist as if he’s balls deep inside you. He’s so lost in the euphoria of it all that he's shaking with pent-up desire, and you’re whimpering as the buildup of ecstasy overpowers you both, leaving you both teetering on the edge of blissful release.

You're crying out Gojo's name, letting him know how close you are to climaxing, moans choking your voice into a higher pitch. “Satoru, baby– please, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, core absolutely aching as you look up at him– moans take your vocal cords hostage. He grunts in response, encouraging you to let go. “Mm, that’s it, pumpkin. Give it to me. Be a good girl and give it all to me. I want everything,” he growls, his gaze locking onto yours as he pushes for his goal, unstoppable as ever.

Finally, you experience the ultimate release, as your body shudders and trembles. All the while, he never breaks eye contact, relishing the moment as you gush, squirt and cream in pure bliss just as he adores– directly down his throat.

Your whole body pulsing and quivering beneath him, your once familiar screams contorting into primal and guttural sounds. At that Gojo let’s out a low moan sending vibrations over your folds and clit– overstimulating you. Suddenly, Gojo's breath quickens and his body tenses up as he feels himself on the brink of climax. He gasps out loud and his senses become heightened. Without much more warning, he explodes with an intense release of his hot, thick and seemingly endless load, which excitedly spills into his hand, causing him to groan with satisfaction as he rides out the waves.

Panting and gasping for air, you feel his lips brush against your skin as he makes his way back up to you, a satisfied grin spread across his face. Once he's close enough, he dives in for another passionate kiss, taking his time with his tongue to let you get a taste of yourself on him. It's almost too much for you to handle as you lose yourself, his lips and tongue on yours, but you can't help but be grateful for the intense release. As you come down from your high, you look up at Gojo with half-lidded eyes, still in a daze from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you. His eyes are dark with lust and his lips are parted, letting out heavy breaths. You reach up to stroke his cheek, adoring the way he makes you feel. His hand still lingers between your thighs, softly massaging your sex, keeping you in a state of bliss.

“Thank you so much, my love. I’m gonna sleep so fuckin’ good tonight. You always know exactly what I need to feel relaxed and at– at ease. You take care of me so well. Happy to finally be home with you,” he said, a yawn escaping as he spoke, “I missed you.” Gojo pressed his forehead to yours, “I love you.”

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A/N: Special thanks to my lovely mooties and beta readers @melaninma6ic & @bajiissofine SURPRISE, I revised. It was a Gojo unboxing emergency and lemme tell you... I cooked this meal and we're all EATING. Be well-fed my babies.

(づ￣ ³￣)づ ꒒ ꒩ ꒦ ꒰ (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡

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[eluxcastar]

Hello!

Can I request you headcanons about Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora (separeatly) with gender neutral Reader?

Reader is introvertic, shy and really dependent on them. Bassicly they can spend entire day with head on theirs lap or sitting on their lap while huggung into them while blushing bright red.

Just reader being clingy and acting like puppet/puppy.

If you could, can you make this yandere headcanons if you do such things? I haven't read your rules in long time.

~❄ Anon

Good puppies are always loyal

── ୨୧：columbina, sandrone, la signora x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: just some little optionally yandere headcanons of cuddling and stuff

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff but only if you squint lmao

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, yandere reader, implied yandere columbina, signora's has you referred to as a dog, this is rushed ngl, we know not the name proofreading in this house

୨୧﹑words :: 810

dw anon I'm happy to fulfil yandere requests ❤️ I couldn't figure out whether the yandere part referred to reader or characters because the idea of reader being conditioned to be this way rly spoke to me but I am also a SUCKER for yandere readers. the puppy part made me think that was probably what you actually meant so I intended to do that but then for some reason it seemed very mutual yandere instead?? idk I'm tired

tell me if you want/meant the other idea cause I can do that too (one day my demons will win) (I'll probably end up doing it anyway possibly with other characters)

─ ୨୧： columbina

Columbina just thinks you're so cute, enjoying how clingy you can be, though she lets you down firmly enough when you need to be away from her for whatever reason, though she wishes it were appropriate to drag you into the places the Harbingers meet to dote on you all the time there, though she's not too eager to share you either, so perhaps it's for the best she has an excuse not to let you be seen by those unworthy of you.

even her colleagues can be filthy, and they fight constantly, always riling each other up. your innocence has no need for such an environment, a little dove in the hands of wolves. no, you belong with another dove who can nurture you and treat you properly. that is why you love her after all, isn't it? what draws you to her and what keeps you fixed on her. she's like a pretty drug, though far more angelic and no less addictive in nature.

she allows you to touch her however you like, even publicly if you wish as Columbina doesn't have anything against being seen being affectionate with you, only with the eyes that watch. she wants to be seen that way, actually, to be seen smothering you in the love you crave and which you will so gladly take from her so that others know you are not to be toyed with and taken advantage of, even if she embarrasses you at times with her fussing. you probably aren't too fond of the attention in public, are you? all those people staring at you, you must be so flustered, poor thing.

　

─ ୨୧： sandrone

Sandrone is very fond of your behaviour, you're much better than her other ones, something that doesn't need instructions to obey. you're so attached to her, and she'd much rather cart you around latched onto her side and happy to lay your head in her lap while she strokes your hair.

she likes to see you happy, indulging you perhaps more than she should, as to see you practically purr with delight because she knows what you want, and she's going to give it to you in order to see you smile up at her from the comfort of her lap. she wants to say you're predictable, as a compliment that is, she likes it when things do what she wants them too. it's much easier to know how to please you when she picks out your tells, and begins to fall into a rhythm though she also likes it when you just cuddle with her.

she wants you to curl up in her lap, letting her cuddle you close and spoil you, though not too much. she enjoys the feeling of you laying your head on her shoulder like a pillow. Sandrone certainly pedals to your little crush. is it a crush if you're supposed to be her girlfriend? you certainly act like you're giddy and struck by puppy love sometimes. Sandrone likes to let you keep some of her creations and often makes you some she thinks you'll like, usually ones you can cuddle up to and be clingy to in her absence, little pieces of her she leaves with you in her stead.

　

─ ୨୧： la signora

acting like a stray puppy before the Fair Lady was never a good idea, let alone when she's taken such a liking to you, such a cute face. you are, in many's eyes, spoiled by her, just not in a way anyone truly wishes to be. thankfully you are more grateful to Signora's way of loving than most. she lets you follow her anywhere you're willing to go, as long as you behave yourself. she realised quickly you'll eat her instructions up.

crimson butterflies are a beautiful thing, even in the wintertime when you shiver they warm you in the absence of heat or a fire. you notice it first when one lands on your nose. it emanates warmth you never care to shoo away, always the work of Signora who notices your shivering and acts to fix it before you freeze to death under her care. she simply cannot allow that to happen, though it only really happens when you're not cuddled up to her mooching your warmth off of her body heat. she'll play with your hair, making sure every piece is perfect.

she has you whipped to her beck and call that's for sure. she always has. she treats you like a child sometimes, finding you to be something like a cute, pathetic little dog in desperate need of loving and caring to ease the yearning for comfort you hold. she's unexpectedly kind to you as a result, cooing at you almost like you can't even take care of yourself and like you need her. how would you go on without her benevolence? without her love?

#✦ — headcanons. #♡ — ❄ anon. #love these kinds of requests tbh #and the format #chef's kiss #so clear #columbina #genshin columbina #columbina x reader #columbina x female reader #sandrone #genshin sandrone #sandrone x reader #sandrone x female reader #signora #la signora #genshin signora #signora x reader #la signora x reader #signora x female reader #la signora x female reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[jesussavemenow11]

Winter's the Only Season // Smosh

Pairing- Amanda Lehan-Canto // Fem!Reader

Warnings- I don’t think any but if there is let me know and I will add them!

SO MUCH FLUFFY STUFF

NO USE OF Y/N

Word count- 1716

Summery- You love your close friends and family, especially when it comes time for the excitement of winter parties and feasts. But ever since your childhood best friend moved away, it’s never quite felt the same. 

 Winter’s in Boston are brutal, always have been brutal, will most likely always be brutal. From the wind to the constant snowfall. And don’t get me started on the irritable individuals that live in this city. I have a big family, they all come together during the big holidays like Christmas. It’s nice to have them all together. Friends and neighbors will get together and enjoy one another's company in the many parties my parents throw. The nights get rowdy and drinks get shared along with secrets about anyone and everyone. The moms gravitate to one side of the room, while the dads crowd to the other. 

It’s been this way since I was a kid. But ever since Amanda moved away, things haven’t been the same. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy she got out of this god forsaken city, but I can’t help but be devastated with the truth of her not being around anymore. Amanda and I grew up as neighbors, our moms being highschool friends and our dads being forced to enjoy one another's company, and the constant playdates since we were babies, we couldn’t help falling into some sort of friendship. Amanda really only comes back into town for the winter excitement, due to her moms constant nagging and begging for her to at least visit during Christmas. Though I see her yearly, I still crave the day she flies back in and everything would feel normal and at peace again. Today was that day.

I drove home yesterday, returning back to the house I grew up in. I went through the typical emotional greetings. Now I sit by the window, picking at the loose fabric on the cuff of my jeans, waiting oh so impatiently for Amanda to show up once more. It had been a full year since I last saw her, hugged her, felt her arms wrap around me and smelled her signature honey and tea tree perfume. 

My mom walked into the living room, a wooden spoon in hand, she sighed contently at me perched by the window. “Oh, honey.” She giggled slightly. “Hm?” I hummed back, not daring to move my eyes away from the view of the end of the street. “She’ll get here soon, I promise!” My mother tried reassuring me. 

“While you wait, why don’t you help Cindy and I in the kitchen?” She said as she returned to the kitchen. 

I rolled my eyes, my impatients eating away at me. The anticipation for Amanda to get here was killing me. I didn’t want to miss her arrival, but I also would feel awful If I didn’t go help my mom. So reluctantly I left my spot in front of the window, making my way to the kitchen. Immediately I was hit with the smell of warm rolls, turkey keeping warm in the oven and many other yearly feasts. My dad stood beside the fridge complaining to Cindy about how my mom won’t let him cook the turkey anymore because last year he cooked it for too long and my mom sent him out to get something else. 

“She’s never Cooked the Turkey Cindy!” My dad complained, throwing his arms up, to an annoyed Cindy who stood chopping veggies while my nephew sorted them on a platter beside her. “I know Scott, but you have to have more faith in your own wife.” Cindy reassured the man. 

I tried squeezing past the two, not sneaky enough though, my dad stopped me saying, “Candy! Help your dad out, tell your mom she has nothing to worry about.” I rolled my eyes at my frazzled father. “No thanks daddio, I don’t want to get caught up in between you and moms arguments.” I responded. My dad shook his head and mumbled under his breath. I reached over my nephew grabbing some celery. “We aren’t arguing, just bickering!” My mom giggled and patted my dads back. 

“Whatever it is, I don’t want to be a part of it. Dad please stop calling me Candy, I turned 34 this year, It’s not the same.” I said through a mouth full of celery. “Not the same as what?” He said as I squeezed past him. “As when you were 33?” I went to glare at him until I heard the front door open and a screech from my mom. “Amanda’s home!!” She shouted. 

I practically threw my celery on the counter, sprinting to the front of the house. I looked out the window to see Amanda and her dad getting out of their car. My heart picked up, my excitement bubbling in my stomach and to my chest. Suddenly I felt sweaty and out of breath. I ran to the front door pushing it open. There she was, her hair up in a low pony-tail to be out of her face. She wore a ‘Smosh’ hoodie and blue jeans. She stretched as she got out of the car. Her long limbs reaching for the sky. I took in her beauty, even from here she was flawless. I have liked every part of her for so long, she was back home. She had let her hair grow out since I last saw her, her bangs longer and her skin seemed so tan compared to the falling snow. 

I ran off the porch and straight into her, wrapping my arms around her neck. She stumbled back slightly, the impact startling her. Once she regained her balance, she wrapped her arms around me. I immediately melted into her embrace, she lifted me off the ground just barely to emphasize the love poured into the hug. This hug was shared yearly, typically on the same day, and nearly always at the same spot. Yet every time it feels so fresh and new. Amanda means the world to me, and I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing her again. This moment right here, her hugging me, the faint feeling of her lips secretly pushed to my neck, the scent of her floating around us, my chest pounding with content, this moment was an unwritten law. We were to share this moment last year, this year, and the many years to come. 

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  Hours passed since Amanda returned home, the sun had set by now and we had all enjoyed dinner around the table. Per usual Amanda and I sat side by side. Her hand squeezed my knee from time to time under the table. I sat back and let the others reunite with her as I admired her from afar. My favorite is watching her play card games with some of the family and friends. The pure passion she has for winning, I love when she gets so into it she will start screaming and slamming her cards down in anger. Her and my dad will get into full blown arguments about what play was wrong and how the other is cheating. She’ll point at him and say: “How is that cheating?!” As he accuses her of a perfectly out of hand play. At the end of it all I will remind them both they forget rules way to easily. 

Now, the both of us sit in the living room, wine glasses in our hands, and the bottle that I stole from the kitchen, stands on the floor just close enough to reach when either of us needs a quick refill. Everyone else either already went home or still sat chatting in the dining room out of sight, we could still hear them though, their loud banter and the faint christmas records creating a gentle ambience. 

I shared a gentle moment of peace with Amanda, just the two of us in the living room on Christmas eve night. She took a sip from her wine, I watched her lips as she did so, so delicate, so soft. Her eyes shimmered in the light of the Christmas tree. 

“How has work been?” I asked, really just using it as an excuse to hear her talk again. She shrugged. “Pretty good.” She started, her voice raspy from all of her shouting. “The fans seem to be taking a liking to our long story series stuff so we’re doing a lot of that lately.” 

I nodded along listening to her every word. “I think they have been taking a good liking to you!” I pointed at her, wine glass still in hand. She quickly shook her head, but I could see a small blush cover her face. “I mean I can’t blame them!” I giggled. 

“Oh please!” Amanda rolled her eyes. “Yeah I’m a real hot commodity!” She laughed with me. Our fit of giggles fading slowly into the background noise. “I really missed you.” I said suddenly, my heart skipping a beat when she looked over to me, her smile lingering on her face. “I always miss you.” She replied. 

A silence fell over us once more, I couldn’t help but admire her. “You stare a lot.” She said, “You have a very stare-worthy face.” I replied quickly. Her smile dropped, and I inched forward, I had been waiting to feel this again, was the the moment? 

“You too.” She replied before leaning the rest of the way.

I kissed her, slow and tender. She returned the gentle kiss, treating me as if I were made of the finest marble and she didn’t dare make a scratch. I pushed deeper into the kiss, wanting to live in the moment all the time. Wanting to have her during all seasons, I want to have her near me everyday. I don’t want to wait for that one time of year that she comes home and I only get her for two weeks. I loved these two weeks, but I also despised them because I knew at the end I would have to say goodbye again. 

I knew that at the end she would go back to California and I would go back to my 9-5, as I counted down the days of her return. Winter was the only season we could be together.

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I hope you enjoy this, this is my first EVER smosh fic. I hope you like it, leave critics and requests I am open to anything. I used to be a huge fanfic writer but haven't done it in a while so I'm a little rusty. Love you all!! - DOT

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[astelren]

Dr Stone Jealousy HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Jealousy (D'uh), Honestly nothing much, Gender Neutral Reader (one use of they/them pronouns), let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Ryusui Nanami

⤠ None ⤟ Dr Stone Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ None ⤟

Anon request: Hello there~ can i request a jealous ryuusui hcs uwu the world needs more ryuusui content~ thankyouu OwO

Is the dr stone fandom still alive? Hello? Anybody there? I miss talking about Ryusui and Stanley honestly... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnliliuch.

You thought that Ryusui, a man with everything, never gets jealous? You are so, so wrong. His jealousy is more because of lack of attention though, since he is pretty secure in himself and your relationship.

What do you expect from the greediest man in the stone world? Once Ryusui gets a little bit of your attention, he wants all of it. And he doesn’t really like to share with others

But this is the stone world, there's a lot of stuff to do, so you don't give him the attention he wants and craves. If this were the modern world, Ryusui would have simply stolen your attention by either something you like, coming to you with a massive smirk on his face ready to show off his ability, or taking you out on a date

However, he can’t do it in the stone world, even if he has you working for him. Ryusui would pout seeing you talking with others, even if it’s Yuzuihira, and he is going to interrupt your conversation or simply hug you from behind

Ryusui it’s also more prone to get jealous if you are spending too much time with his brother, even if he is glad that you two are on good terms! But spending too much time with Sai and Ryusui is pouting so hard. And would constantly try to interfere with your conversation, much to his brother's dismay and terror

Like I said before it’s when you are doing it too much without him, Ryusui does understand that you two can’t be together all the time, you have stuff to do and sometimes it’s nice to be alone. But constantly, or often, ditching your time with him to be with someone else makes him jealous.

His jealousy also makes him show off, even more, just to get your attention or, even better, your compliments. Ryusui will lavish on your compliments like a beautiful calm sea, and it’s a good way to make him less jealous and calm

Another tactic is: demanding you rest. There is a lot of stuff to do, sure, but you wouldn’t want to overdo it would you? Better relax a little bit, Francis is already ready with your favorite food and drink. Ryusui would assure you that it’s okay, no one would bat an eye if they saw you two relaxing

Also… Please imagine Gen using this situation to get more money for ryusui ajsbjs “Oh, but you know! We need their service for the greater world, we don’t want to fall back from sched-“ and ryusui just throws money at him AHHAHA

I also think that, at first, he won’t understand that he is jealous. Ryusui will need either you, or Francois, to actually say it to understand what he is feeling, but then he won’t hide it or be embarrassed at all

"Yeah, I’m jealous. I want to have all your attention, and being the only one in your eyes cutie, you should know by know how greedy I am right?” Ryusui will say it with a huge smirk on his face

You can defiantly tease him about it though, he’ll let you. Smirking and teasing you back probably, holding you by the hips as he so carefully watches you and pulls you for a kiss

As per the “classic” situation of jealousy, Ryusui will simply watch from afar when someone tries to flirt with you. Stone world or modern world everyone would know that you are with him, and like I said before, he trusts you deeply, so unless the person is clearly disrespecting you, or you simply need help, he won’t interfere.

Why go with someone else when he can give you everything you wish for in the world? His endless love, money, status, attention, all you have to do is ask and Ryusui would give it to you no question asked.

You can’t even try to make him jealous on purpose, since Ryusui sees through it way too quickly. He won’t flirt with someone else to make you jealous but will tease you to no end, laughing and kissing all over your face while commenting on how cute you are.

Jealous Ryusui is so needy and clingy, not really leaving your side and wanting your attention all the time. A good way to make his jealousy go away is to cuddle with him before going to sleep, holding him closer to you.

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

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