#inbox 💌

[riaki]

part 3 for the hs bully gojo fic except he suffers just a Little bit more in it. reader’s relationship w freckle boy gets a little more serious and gojo feels like he has a blackhole in his chest. one day he does confess bc he can’t physically take the heartache anymore and reader gets mad n calls him selfish (insert several more weeks of Suffering for gojo) and then idk what else from there but give a happy ending for him pls c: it’s his birthday tomorrow he shant suffer any longer but a little bit more wouldn’t kill him yknow ❤️

i like the way u think anon!!! if i ever post a part 3 it’ll probably be after the majority of my event anyway… bc i am posting smth tmrrw for his bday. but i can just. imagine the heartbreak…

when he finally works up the courage to just talk to you again, he’s so hopeful and he can tell u already know what he’s about to ask;; and before he can even start talking you’re stopping him like, “gojo, i know what you’re going to say—“ but he keeps cutting you off and won’t let you get a word in. he probably has to even shout at you to just let him talk once or twice bc you both know what he’s ab to do, n he knows ur not stupid and that you’re fully aware and you want to stop him probably to prevent him from hurting more. but that means you’ll say no and he doesn’t like thinking about that so he ignores it. n then he confesses and you’re all like “i cant, i have a boyfriend” but he just. doesn’t get it so he asks you “why? why cant we be together?” why do you hate me? and eventually you’re the one who’s cutting him off and just… ouch. lots of pain!

good ending is you eventually come to realize you feel more for satoru than freckles boy and you accept him and go on coffee dates together happily ever after :3

pt 1 + 2

#is this what u had in mind? probably not but oh well ! #inbox 💌 #billet-doux #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #i don’t rlly count this as a part 3 lol but it. an be bonus #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #i wanna c u girl ⛹️‍♂️

[whatthefishh]

I’m so ashamed to be requesting this… but I’ve been looking everywhere for a shower smut with Miguel O’Hara and I feel like I can trust you not to let me down😩😩😭 if you can, ONLY if you can I don’t wanna be a bother.

Hey, no need to be ashamed haha! That’s so sweet of you, thank you for trusting me with this 😉 and I hope this short blurb doesn’t let you down… I wrote this instead of focusing on my assignment lol!

Miguel smut under the cut, 18+ only

Your muscles were aching, the hot water spraying down your back helping to release some of the tension there. You had a long day and couldn’t wait to get home for some down time, and a hot shower was the perfect start to your relaxing evening. You hear the bathroom door open and the blurry large shadow of Miguel in the doorway. You know it’s him just by his sheer size, nobody else you knew took up that much space.

“Mig, can you grab me a towel? I forgot!” You shout, turning to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

“You always forget,” he grumbles lowly, thinking you can’t hear him but he’s closer now.

“Yeah, I know I know, can you just get me— no, no! You can’t just—!”

It was too late. Miguel had stripped his clothes in record time — or maybe he walked into the bathroom already naked — and joined you in the shower, his height effectively blocking the water from spraying on you as his broad frame took up most of the shower space.

“You got me all wet, nena,” he says looking down at you, slowly backing you against the tile wall behind you.

“I didn’t tell you to come inside…”

He sniffs out a laugh.

“Actually—“

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

Reaching a hand up to pull him by the neck down, down, down to meet your lips, your tongues collide hotly under the spray of hot water. Pretty soon, you’re a moaning mess under his skillful tongue and roaming hands, lost in the sensation of your lover’s touch.

Miguel lifts you against the tiles and you gasp into his mouth at the cool wall against your back while he groans at the feeling of his hard cock bobbing against your core. He’s rubbing himself against you, effectively making you drip for him while the water ran down his back.

Both of you were wet now.

Removing himself from your lips for a moment, he rests his forehead against yours to look into your eyes and smile, a rare one, a real one. You don’t see this one often.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Tan buena que eres conmigo,” Mig tells you quietly before lining up his fat tip with your entrance and slowly pushing forward, kissing you again when you start moaning at the intrusion.

It’s always a stretch, no matter how much he tries to prep you. Inch by thick inch, he bullies his way into your cunt, massaging your breasts and mouthing at them to distract you. The sound when his lips wrap around your slippery skin is sinful, popping off your peaks with a satisfied hum while your chest heaves from everything you’re feeling.

He’s everywhere, around you and inside you all at once. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

Once he bottoms out, he waits for your go ahead, a small nod while you rest your head against the cool tiles has him starting to pull out nefariously slow, intent on making you loose and pliant by the end of the session. Bucking his hips, he fills you again and again, pressing your body into the shower wall and grunting on every pass.

The water was already hot and the way he’s fucking you has you burning up, the coil tightening in your belly so much that you’re about to pass out. He notices your breath coming out shallower.

“Needed me to loosen you up, isn’t that right nena? Uh huh?”

You’re whining incoherently, eyes shut against the tiles as he plows into your pussy. You try to answer him but all that comes out are pathetic noises that you know only feed his ego.

“What was that, baby? You’re close, aren’t you, can feel you— ahhhhh!” He groans out loud when you finally gush around his girth, body shuddering in his arms.

Completely reliant on his strength to hold you up — the way you’re impaled on him also helping — you let go. Utterly and entirely, you let yourself go in his arms, trusting him to take care of you.

Gripping your ass as he holds you up, Miguel continues to fuck into your fluttering hole, bucking his hips untimely as he nears his own end after feeling yours. His growls and grunts are bordering on animalistic, the smooth golden planes of his body catching your eyes as you ride out his assault on your pussy. The way his biceps ripple when he flexes his hands holding you up, the way the vein in his neck throbs when he’s breathing heavily, the way his abs flutter when he’s close to cumming —

He’s absolutely stunning, and he’s all yours.

And he’s making you his, coming inside you and pressing his hips into yours, after essentially drilling you into the shower wall, he holds you there while groaning through his release.

The stress you were carrying was all gone, replaced with everything Miguel. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your evening with him.

S/o to my translator — @xbellaxcarolinax ❤️

#inbox 💌 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #atsv smut #atsv fanfiction

[koishhiteru]

algo con pipe otaño por fis, puede serr fluff o smut!!!! :3

౨ৎ FELIPE OTAÑO como novio

warnings: ninguno, solo fluff ♡

n/a: como no especificaste, decidí hacer unos headcanons de pipe como novio. espero que te gusten🫶

𖦹 a pipe le encanta dormir abrazado contigo y su posición favorita es la cucharita, le da igual si él es la cuchara grande o la pequeña, ya que le gusta tanto ser abrazado como abrazar.

𖦹 cocinan juntos y se lo pasan muy bien, a pesar de que siempre terminéis ensuciando toda la cocina.

𖦹 organizaría picnics los fines de semana en algún lugar escondido que solo él conozca y pasaríais allí todo el día.

𖦹 cuando se aburra y tú estés haciendo algo, te abrazará por la cintura y dejará besos en tus mejillas para poder llamar tu atención.

𖦹 cuando veis una película, te sentará en su regazo y te abrazará desde atrás, impidiéndote escapar de su alcance.

𖦹 le encanta hacerse fotos contigo, y sin duda subirá alguna de vez en cuando a sus redes sociales para presumirte.

𖦹 te haría una playlist con canciones que le recuerden a ti y la pondría en el coche cada vez que vais juntos.

𖦹 si tienes mascotas, él las mimaría un montón al punto de que parecería su padre.

𖦹 en vuestro aniversario él planearía toda una noche romántica para enseñarte lo importante que eres.

𖦹 vería películas de studio ghibli contigo en las tardes lluviosas.

𖦹 es un perezoso y le cuesta levantarse mucho por las mañanas ya que prefiere estar acostado contigo, a si que llegarías a todos lados tarde por su culpa.

𖦹 su sueño es envejecer juntos, ser dos viejitos en una bonita casa baja con dos mecedoras en el porche para pasar las tardes allí tomando mates.

#lsdln #la sociedad de la nieve #:3 #pipe otaño #felipe otaño #headcanon #felipe otaño x reader #anon ask #inbox 💌 #lsdln cast #society of the snow

[thevirgincherry]

cherry i need YOUR p-link recs like hello

i’ll be honest I just type girls solo squirting into the search bar. or like cnc stuff but. here r some of my twt links that I watch on occasion .. they r kinda soft I think?

this n this is pussy spanks

I feel like everyone has seen this video but . he kinda looks like vendetta leon (lying so fucking hard)

an anon sent me this I love.. it’s so short but it’s cute

this cnc oneeee

this somno one :3 idk creepy og4 leon

JUST A GIF BUT DUCT-TAPED PUSSY

this is kind of anti climatic buttttt i am very easy get off so I usually just watch girls masturbating 😭

#inbox 💌

[emjiroki]

Our favorite donut boy (💀) from One Piece please! Portgas D. Ace!

DONUT BOY NOOOO 😭😂 my poor baby! Let's give something nice and dirty just for him

Warnings: virginity loss (he's a cute blushy virgin in my brain no one bite me), just explicit scenes and language 18+ only

"Come on baby d-dont tease me" Ace panted beneath you as you pressed back slightly against the burning head of his cock, just barely letting his stickiness kiss your slit.

"Oh, but don't you like the teasing?" You purred, walking your fingers up his chest with sharp nails, his skin burning a soft pink.

"Yeah, but not right now, not when I'm so ready for you" he groaned at the feeling of his cock twitching and nudging against you, "I just wanna..." his hands moved to your waist to lightly press you down, stretching you as you only let him press the head in before stopping him as he whined. Ace shivered beneath your hands moving up his chest, his neck, and then around to take a soft yet tugging grasp on the hair, pulling back so he had to arch his neck and give you more access.

"Is my needy virgin boy excited?" You hummed against the skin just below his ear, nuzzling into the burning warmth of him and pressing your lips there.

"Yes, fuck yes" he moaned, hands desperate to force you down and split you open, his cheeks a candy pink and his eyes dark and heavy lidded, a rugged growling whine in the back of his throat as you slowly moved your hips down, only to freeze to push him a little more. You smiled as his leg kicked out, cock twitching even if only half way in as he tried desperately not to cum. Not yet.

"Want you to cum for me," you whispered in his ear, "so I can see just how sensitive you can get". You took that moment to shift your hips back, taking him all a once despite the stretch, and listen to him cry out, an almost shocked moan spilling passed his lips so loud the others on the ship in the adjacent rooms might have heard him. It took him a moment to get clarity, his hands holding you in place as he fought the burning in his gut.

"I-I'm not cumming til you do, sugar" Ace murmured roughly, a challenge sparking in his eyes before he leaned to capture you in a sloppy kiss.

#AAAHHH how have i not written for him before? #i need more of him #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace smut #one piece smut #em writes ✍ #em talks 👄 #inbox 💌

[bonnibuckets]

“Hi <3 can I request cuddling and singing Leon to sleep after he got back from a long and rough mission? :)”

^^ requested by @clownfuker

Yes of course bae also i have no idea why the post is set up the way it is lmao but not complaining

— lullaby | leon kennedy

synopsis: leon is tired after returning from a mission and there’s no place he’d rather be than in your arms

content: leon x gn! reader, fluff, singing reader

words: 420 (lol sorry it's short)

note: the song reader is singing is brilla brilla la stellina which basically is twinkle twinkle little star but in Italian (I hc that leon was taught italian before his parents died bc he was around 12 when it happened) taglist 🏷️: @ghostkennedy @adaelines @konigbabe @meowsiee @antidesire @alewesker @d34ng3l

You were on the couch watching your favorite novella before you heard Keys and the door jiggle. You immediately whip your head around and you're met with your boyfriend’s familiar face. 

“You scared me” you smiled as you tried to stand but Leon beat you to the couch sitting you back down. He didn’t say anything but he practically tackled you and wrapped his arms around you, sending both of you down. As you fell, you grunted and threw your arms around him without a second thought. 

The unspoken understanding you both had about one another was something you both cherished. Your bodies were as familiar to each other as your own. So you knew something was wrong– probably a rough mission, so you didn't push it, 

“Missed you” Leon mumbled into your chest as he inhaled your signature scent he loved so much. “Missed you too” You smiled and rubbed his back gently. You both stayed like that for a minute before he propped himself up making both of you grunt slightly from the weight shift.

He reached out and kissed you, then pulled away as your fingers brushed hair out of his eyes as he looked up at you. “Can you sing Brilla to me? ” Leon whispered. Years ago, he had taught you that song from his childhood– you didn't understand the words, but he told you it was like twinkle twinkle little star, so you didn't question him. At first, your accent sounded funny because you didn’t know what you were saying but as the years went by you could confidently sing that one song in Italian. Could you speak Italian? No, but you knew Brilla Brilla. 

You smiled and gently stroked his head as you began to sing quietly, “Brilla brilla la stellina” Your fingers entangled his hair. “Su nel cielo piccolina” you gently massaged his scalp. “Brilla brilla sopra noi” Leon’s eyes slowly fluttered listening to your slow quiet voice as his arms and muscles relaxed into your loving embrace.

“Mi domando di chi sei” he whispered along with you before closing his eyes. “Brilla brilla la stellina” you repeat lowering your voice. “Ora tu sei più vicina” You smile as Leon clings to you and you gently take your fingers out of his hair and move them to draw circles into his back.  You carefully kiss his head before laying your head back taking a breath as you closed your eyes and felt his weight and warmth make you drift into sleep as well. 

© 2023 bonnibuckets. ─ do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on any platform without my permission.

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[bookofbonbon]

❤🔥The Burning Hearts of Twin Dragons🔥 ❤

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister!OC.

A/N: I went back and forth about whether to make them twins or not but, decided fuck it they're going to be twins. I am also so sorry for the 1+ year delay.

Description:

Twins were not a rare occurrence under House Targaryen. 

As it stood there were three sets under the Great House.

Lady Baela & Lady Rhaena of Prince Daemon & Lady Laena. Prince Jaehaerys & Princess Jaehaera of Prince Aegon II & Princess Helaena. Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma of King Viserys and Queen Alicent.

Unnaturally close from birth, the dragon twins had only ever seen one another as each other's other half, one soul dwelling in two bodies, one never to be seen without the other close by; the hot-tempered and unforgiving Prince harboring a feral possessiveness over his kind-hearted and mischievous twin sister that only seemed to grow with age. A feral possessiveness that the young Princess reveled in and used to her advantage much to the horror of their mother which would ultimately lead to their separation.

The existence of the youngest daughter of King Viserys would soon fade to the back of the people's minds. Like his youngest son, Prince Daeron, who had been sent to be with the Queen’s side of the family in Oldtown under Lord Ormund Hightower; the King's youngest daughter would be sent to live with his eldest daughter, the Princess Rhaenyra on Dragonstone at 12.

Many would forget her but not Aemond. Over several years, Aemond’s pleas for his twin sister's return would fall on deaf ears; many a fight had over the matter and many a time the young Prince turned away from Dragonstone in his attempts to bring her back and when the war eventually broke, the young Princess remained on Dragonstone.

Prince Aemond Targaryen would fight the war for the Iron Throne not out of a sense of duty or commitment to his King-brother and their family but for the return of his beloved twin sister to his side - the kinslayer more than willing to burn all of House Targaryen down to get her back.

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Apart of: Send me a title and I'll come up with a description to match it.

[closed]

All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

bookofbonbon 2024. All rights reserved.

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #hotd fanfic #idk if this was actually meant for aemond lol #it wasn’t specified #sorry if it wasn’t lol #inbox 💌 #request #witch-of-letters

[yanderestarangel]

do you support self ship?

On this profile we support self ship as hell! be happy guys draw your ocs and make long lores about them, be creative.

Just have fun, no one cares if you ship a certain character or change some of their characteristics to suit your narrative.

Be happy without fear of what people will think.

#yanderestarangel #self ship #🎀｡ﾟ･｡ﾟᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ｡ﾟ･｡ﾟ🎀 #🎀 anon #🎀 #asks 💌 #inbox 💌 #💌 asks #💌 #💌 anon #ask #answered 💌 #🍒 anon #🍒 talks #🪻 anon #🪽 anon #🪽──𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋

[sometimesanalice]

Where did Bradley and Sweet Girl go for their honeymoon? I can stop thinking about them 🩵

They spend 3 weeks in Italy! They start in the North with Verona and Venice before working their way South, making stops in Florence and Rome, before ending in the Amalfi Coast.

They’re drinking good coffee and wine and eating pasta! There are lots of late nights and lazy mornings in bed. The morning light really is different in Italy.

Bradley is a bit of a history buff, so he is dropping tidbits as they explore Venice. (And while he’s happy for the couple they see get engaged under the Bridge of Sighs he’s also side eyeing it because that history is terribly unromantic). On their third night there, they both get tipsy off a couple bottles of Bardolino wine, and she flashes him on the Ponte delle Tette and later they get wolf whistled at because that secluded corner he’s crowded her into to make out afterwards isn’t that secluded. (Amóre!) 🥰

In Florence, they’re holding hands as they check out the Uffizi, picnicking along the river, and getting gelato at least twice a day. They buy Mav a leather jacket at the leather market as a thank you for watching Duck while they’re away. She surprises him with a cooking class. They really pack in all the exploring and cultural experiences in the first two weeks.

And the last week at the Amalfi Coast is spent at the seaside swimming and relaxing. Bradley gets to read a book cover to cover for the first time in what feels like years. And on one of their last full days there they hire a boat for the day, and take in the views with an aperol spritz (or two or three).

Bradley’s curls get all sunkissed in the golden glow of the Italian sunshine and he gets freckles on his shoulder. Even though she has the brush on powder sunscreen stick in her purse, his nose still gets sunburned and stays pink for most of the trip.

He loves seeing her sundress collection, and she thrives with him wearing those 5 inch inseam shorts. But she really does him in when they go to one of the beach clubs and he sees her high cut bikini bottoms with her butterfly tattoo on full display. (She absolutely knew what she was doing with that one, especially since now there’s a recently tattooed BB tucked next to them 🤗)

#but really Bradley in those euro cut shorts does something to me #the souvenirs for their family and friends ends up in her suitcase #and all the Italian lingerie they picked up along the way ends up in his 🤭 #Bradley and sweet girl #inbox 💌 #answered asks #let’s talk headcanons

[stylessupremacy]

“Harry had yet to go pick up Ophelia from his mum's and still had to make a quick trip to the store for some milk.” like just imagining Harry and Ophelia at the store together 😫

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“C’mon Phee,” Harry grunted as he gently lifted Ophelia from her car seat.

London was getting chilly due to the weather changing so she was adorned in a pale pink sweater one piece with cuffed overalls. ***

Once she was out, Harry rested her on his hip as they ventured their way to the store's entrance.

Harry only needed some milk and pasta noodles. Ophelia finished off the milk last night before bed and the noodles were for the simple dinner Harry was making tonight.

The warmth of the grocery store hit Harry and Ophelia as they walked inside. A nice contrast to the cold weather outside.

Harry gently set Phee down as he browsed the different kinds of milk. Grabbing the correct gallon of milk Ophelia drinks every night before bed.

“Alright, let’s go get some noodles and we’ll be on our way home. Maybe we could even watch Moana? How does that sound, Phee?”

Moana has been Ophelia’s newest movie obsession for the past few days.

Ever since Anne let her watch it one day, it’s been nonstop watching and singing with Phee.

Her small, chubby hand rested in her father’s grasp as they trekked through the store.

“Yeah! Wanna watch Moana!” She exclaimed, a little skip in her step at the mention of her favorite princess movie at the time.

Harry chuckled, watching as she did a little happy dance hearing what her father had planned for the evening.

“We could even make some popc-,” Harry was cut off by a dramatic gasp coming from his little girl.

“Daddy, cookies!” Phee pointed towards a table filled with an assortment of delicious looking desserts.

She tried pulling Harry towards the tempting desserts but pouted when he wasn’t budging.

Harry sighed, the pout making him struggle, “Not today Phee. Plus we have some cookies at home already.”

The pout on her face became more prominent.

“But- but daddy, they’re pink! An- and we need them!”

“We need them?” Harry mused, watching as she frantically shook her head.

“Just because they’re pink doesn’t mean we need them, darling. And didn’t Nana let you have a cookie earlier today?”

Phee was lost for words when her father mentioned how her Nana let her have a cookie earlier when he wasn’t there.

She just did what she knew best and used her best puppy dog eyes, “Please, daddy?”

Harry went back and forth knowing this was a losing battle and he was going to give in to his daughter’s request.

“I’ll let you get them on one condition. You have to carry them for me since m’hands are full.”

Phee’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, “Thank you, daddy!”

Her small arms wrapped around his calf causing a grin to grow on his face.

Getting back on schedule, Harry and Phee got their pasta noodles and headed for the checkout.

“Did your daddy let you get these?” The kind older woman behind the cashier register asked since she watched the whole interaction the duo had.

She found it quite cute and comical watching the father-daughter pair.

Harry gently nudged Phee from her hiding spot behind his legs that she seeks when she’s around new people.

“It’s okay, love. She won’t bite.”

“Ye- yeah he did. He even said we could watch Moana!”

The cashier gasped, “Really? He sounds like such an amazing dad! Hope you enjoy watching Moana and eating your cookies!”

Harry placed his card into the machine leaning down to his daughter's height once again, “Tell her thank you bug.”

Phee rocked back and forth on her feet, a huge grin plastered on her face, “Thank you!”

Harry grabbed the bag from the lady, “Thank you, have a nice day.”

Harry grabbed Phee’s hand and lead them towards the exit. He swiftly picked her up and placed her on his hip.

“Y’ready to go home? Watch some Moana and have some cookies?”

“Yeah!” She giggled, hiding her face in the crook of his neck to protect her from the cold air, snuggling into his hoodie further.

The two were cuddled together with a blanket enjoying the warmth their house provided on this chilly day in London. They sat on the sofa watching Moana and eating cookies and Harry couldn’t imagine his life any other way.

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Tag list 🏷️

@michellekstyles @vrittivsanghavi

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[riaki]

haii >:3 i was wondering of you could write a thing on if reader was a classmatw of gojo when they were in jujutsu tech? ur hsbullt gojo was really well written 💗

sorry if i sound rude, im not familiar with how tumblr works ;(

hey there!! thank u sm for ur ask nonnie ! hope this is good... and don’t worry!!!! ur perfectly fine my love 🤍

classmates | satoru gojo x reader cw: calls u princess, swearing

1:34PM. 5/21/06 - JUJUTSU TECH GYM - more than friends, less than lovers

"fucking hell, satoru!" you rub your head slowly, gritting your teeth as pain hammers the side of your skull; feels like a bruise is going to form, and you’re pretty sure you have basketball line marks on your face.

satoru jogs over to you, the rubber soles of his shoes squeaking on the gym floor. there's that pesky grin on his lips again, and his eyes shine, a vibrant glow of youth. he’s not apologetic at all, you think with gritted teeth. he slows to a stop a few yards away from you, a panting, sweaty mess, yet you find yourself irritably drawn to him either way. he shoots you a quick wink, fanning himself with his shirt in a way that lets the dip of his hip expose itself to the musty air of the gym. a droplet of sweat slides down his skin, and your face burns.

"yo! pass me that ball, [name]." he waves an eager hand towards you, and you roll your eyes, tossing the basketball in his direction. it lands square on his chest with a thump, eliciting a little ‘oof’ from his lips and pressing the cotton of his shirt against his damp skin. and it sticks, defining his muscles in patches of wet cloth. the summer heat must really be getting to you, because the sound of his voice has your thoughts running far, far away from you.

you’re yanked back into reality when a little huff escapes his glossy lips, wiping his forehead and messing up his soft white hair, stray strands clinging together over his eyes. shoko made away with his sunglasses, which means you’ve got a front seat view of those gorgeous, yet equally uncanny irises. "hey, you've got a solid throw. you should give it a shot, yeah? why not join me 'n suguru for a round—"

“hell no.”

he just laughs at that, haughty and everything you should really learn to hate as he turns on his heel and heads back toward the center of the court, where suguru is waiting with an irked expression on his face.

“suit yourself, princess.” he tosses a wave in your direction of his shoulder, and you raise a hand to your chest, feeling your heart slam against your ribcage.

9:02AM. 11/06/07 - JUJUTSU TECH CLASSROOM - best friends

“so.”

gojo glances at you, as if surprised you broke the silence. you can see your own reflection in the lens of his shades, hiding his gaze from the world. sunlight filters in through the windows; it’s early, a break between classes. it shouldn’t be stuffy in the classroom with the windows open, but it still feels suffocating.

you stare at him, and he stares back from his seat atop your desk. his lips are curved down in that usual unamused look he’s always sporting, but there seems to be weight in his shoulders; a ghost tugging his muscles down, stiffening the muscles in his neck to the point where you wish you could just offer him a massage. but you’re not sure if he’d let you get close enough to ever do that.

“what?” he snaps, glaring at you as he sticks his bottom lip out. at least, you think he’s glaring— it’s been harder to tell lately, what’s on his mind. not that you were ever able to read him easily before, though. he likes to hide.

you kick the leg of the desk he’s sitting on with a foot, sighing and humming to yourself for a moment or two. you don’t see it, but gojo’s expression softens slightly and he looks back up at the ceiling again, callused fingers curling around the edge of the desk. the pale color of his skin makes the veins on his hands more prominent; a subtle, muted blue that makes you want to run a hand over his arm.

the two of you had stopped by a store that morning. you’d bought a cup of coffee and two onigiri for yourselves, but it seems like he’s already finished his. you know right now is the prime time for his appetite to flare up— with adolescence and all, but he doesn’t seem to be eating much. or at least, not from what you can tell.

“here, have this.”

gojo glances down at you once more, letting himself observe you with his full vision; not one that’s always hidden behind a layer of thick black stained glass, meant to absorb the pain and the headaches for him. you, who’s so gentle and soft with him— surely you wouldn’t cause him any sort of aching, if not for the one inside the cavity of his chest. it takes him a moment to realize you’re holding out something to him— your onigiri, half eaten. there’s a shriveled little plum showing, burrowed between the layers of sticky rice and dry seaweed wrappings.

he’s uncharacteristically silent as he grabs it from you, the crinkle of the plastic wrapping the only noise in the world as he stares at it for a moment before starting to eat. his cheek puffs when he starts chewing; the bob of his adam’s apple in his throat when he swallows makes it hard for you to stifle a smile. even with the weight of all he’s carrying, gojo still manages to look like a child every now and then. you can’t help but think he’s grown up too fast.

you let a moment of silence pass, stealing a long glance at him as he busies himself with his half of the rice ball, wolfing it down.

“i know i cant offer much to you, satoru…” you started quietly; tenderly, if he listened closely. the way you say his name makes his throat constrict in a way he’s not familiar with.

“…but if you ever need something— anything— i’ll be here. plus, i never finish my onigiri anyway. so you can have the half i don’t eat,” you laughed, closing your eyes and listening to the morning breeze outside. gojo takes the opportunity to observe you; the soft curve of your cheeks, the way your lashes curl, the soft fade of your full lips at the edges and the hair that frames your face.

you can feel his eyes on you, but you let him get away with it. it feels like an infinite eternity goes by before his voice finally cuts through the thick air.

“…have you been resting? the bags under your eyes are darker than usual.” he pokes at you, shifting again, but you seem to revel in the comfortable familiarity of his banter; something that makes his heart ache in a way only you elicit from him. the way you pull at his heart strings is so natural and easy that it’s unnatural to ignore.

“probably more than you have,” you teased. gojo sniffles, and you chalk it up to the seasonal illnesses.

2:46AM. 12/07/08 - JUJUTSU TECH DORMS - ?

it’s half past two in the morning when you get gojo’s text. or, more accurately, the one you forced him to send when he returned from his mission.

m done. u can come pver

he looks a little too much like a zombie when you knock on the door of his dorm and it swings open for you, revealing him in all his tired glory. the bags under his eyes are redder and darker than usual, and his hair is tussled and messy. it’s obvious he hasn’t bothered to clean himself up. his white tee is stained with something damp; his tears, but you don’t dwell on it. there’s a bandaid on the bottom of his jaw; you can see a hint of angry red scrapes peeking out from beneath the beige material.

“you look like shit.”

“are you gonna come in or not?”

you oblige and step inside, the plastic bag in your hand rustling with each movement. it’s a bit loud, and you just pray you don’t get caught sneaking into gojo’s room this late at night. at least you know which boards creak.

he closes the door behind you, crossing his arms over his chest and observing you. you look the same as you always do, but the way your hair falls over your face makes him want to brush it back, like some unresolved impulse. he doesn’t do anything about it; hanging around you for so long has taught him how to keep himself in control. for as long as he can manage, anyway.

he speaks up first, voice hoarse and low with lack of use. “what’s in the bag?” he makes it sound like it’s something illegal. and at this point, you’re not sure if the feeling that pushes you to do things for him should be considered so, because sometimes it feels like it.

“a birthday cake. or— it’s a fruit tart i stayed up to make.” you said, placing the bag on his cluttered desk, pushing away photo frames and bloody tissues and pencils shaven down to eraser stubs to make room for the box. satoru meanders over to you, peering over your shoulder with one hand on the desk to support himself. you can feel his breath on your neck, hot even in the darkness. it makes your hands clammy.

moonlight spills in from the windows next to his bed, but it’s not enough, so you turn on the lamp and open the box. the tart’s been through quite a bit— jostled in transport, marred in the making— but the sweet smell of fruit and cream makes his mouth water nonetheless.

“wow, that’s nice of you. weirdly so, actually. are you really [name]?” you can hear the grin in satoru’s voice, and you know he can hear the exasperation in your voice when you reply, using the plastic utensils you packed to cut a slice for him. the red strawberry juice stains the cream as your knife slices through, a rivulet of vermillion.

“shut up and be grateful. you get the slice with kiwi and the rotten blueberries just for that,” you huff, indignantly in a way that reminds satoru of a rather petulant housecat. he takes the tart from you, cold fingers ghosting over yours as the golden brown crust crumbles in his palm.

ignoring the sour berries, the taste is like a bite of heaven, but not the distant kind that’s hidden behind a veil of clouds. the kind that’s only found within the quaint, humble warmth of a homely kitchen, made with love by one’s own hand. your hand. the knowledge tastes all the sweeter on his tongue.

he’s snapped from his dazed pastry-savoring stupor when you speak up again, enjoying a slice of your own.

“happy birthday, gojo.” he stiffens, but he’s not quite sure why. if you notice his change in demeanor, you don’t say anything about it.

“congrats to another year,” you smiled, lifting up your half-eaten tart, not unlike the onigiri you’d shared with him a year ago. except this time he reciprocates, and you share a toast of berries and cream in the darkness of his dorm, at 3am on a quiet sunday.

the dorms are silent. the only sound is the wind outside, throwing leaves and dust at the window panes as it sings a tune in ode to winter. come tomorrow, it’ll likely be silenced by a coating of thick, white snow; unmoving, burying the secrets of the earth beneath the glittering icicles. not unlike the boy next to you, with pretty blue eyes that are constantly focused yet distant all the same, hair the color of clouds and face worn with age unbefitting of a child.

come tomorrow, the snow will fall and snuff out the life of the flowers and plants. but in this tranquil bubble of time, satoru is as free as a dove outside of its silver cage.

he reaches over, pulling you in by the sleeve of your night shirt and pressing a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. it happens in the blink of an eye; a moment of impulse, where for once, he allows himself to breathe; to let down the walls he literally holds up around him, to let his fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes and breathe in your scent, taste the heat on your skin and the buttery sweet crumbs dotting the curve of your lips; the dips in the corners of your mouth that make you always look so pretty when you smile.

when he pulls away, he refuses to meet your gaze, instead staring down at the only remaining clue of the tart in his palm— a single, rotten blueberry, squishy and soft. the silence rings in his ear as his face becomes hot.

“what was that for?” you ask quietly, staring angrily— in embarrassment, into nothing.

“there were crumbs on your mouth,” he explains.

nothing more, nothing less.

my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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[whatthefishh]

So... I've been having some thots about this Miguel fanart I'd like to share...

You straddle his waist, the sudden weight of you in his lap making him jolt awake. His hands fall to your hips as he sits up, the book across his face falling to the floor. He's on surprised, but relaxes once his eyes meet yours in the dim light, his fingers twisting in the loose fabric of your t-shirt as he pulls you closer. You lean in, smiling softly as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His mouth meets yours, tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. You part them, humming as he licks inside, his kiss hungry. He rolls his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against you, pulling you so close your chest is pressed against his. He swallows your moans as he grinds up against your cunt, the friction sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.

When he drags his mouth down your neck, your fingers find their way into his hair, weaving themselves through the soft, dark strands. You whine when he nips at your neck, the sharp sting of his fangs making you shiver. He guides your hips as he continues to grind against you, softly whispering his praises into your skin.

When you come, your fingers clench in his hair, your hips stuttering against his. Your fingernails bite into his scalp and he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He holds you as you come down, pressing kisses into your skin as the last traces of your orgasm fade away.

He's still hard beneath you, and when you tell him to fuck you, he wastes no time--taking out his cock, pulling your soaked panties to the side, and thrusting up into your wet heat. His groan is a little strangled as you clench around him, your tight cunt doing it's best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. You moan as the fucks up into you, his cock so deep like this you feel it in your belly. When he comes, it's with a growl, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck as he spills himself inside you.

(I wrote this on my phone at work so apologies if this is terrible and/or littered with spelling/grammatical errors lol)

Would be interested to know your thots on this fanart too btw...if you'd also like to share 🤭👀

Girl. Girl!! Killing me here!!

My thots are this:

A) I usually don’t care for abs but that man’s torso looks so fucking comfortable nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to sit.

B) the book on his face is giving I’m smarter than I ought to be with this body and this face and this ass and frankly it’s pissing me off??

C) lemme just—

Watching his spend leak out of your cunt like that only had him hardening again within minutes. Your body lay against his chest with a sheen of sweat, despite him doing most of the work from the bottom. Miguel hummed while swiping at the corners of your still stretched out hole, the white liquid coming off on his thumb before he stuck it in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

Wrapping your lips lazily around his finger, you look up at him lovesick, lids low and mouth pliant. You were so sated, Miguel could swear you were purring against him. In fact, when you shifted the slightest to tuck yourself against him again, his girth also shifted inside your warmth, pressing up against something that caused you to moan.

So you weren’t completely done for the night…

Grabbing your hips to adjust you the slightest bit again, Miguel groans obscenely, yours and his combined slick making your core so hot and easy for him, he could bet you could take him anywhere tonight. He wonders if you’d let him.

Eyes locking on the dark spot on your neck from where he had marked you earlier, Miguel feels inclined to spread them, to litter marks everywhere from the delicate skin between your collar bones to the softness of your inner thighs. His mind immediately jumps to images of you on your back with his hand holding you down, barely there bruises forming all over your pretty breasts. Maybe another time when he’s got you on his bed, not on the floor where he had fallen asleep before you found him and had your way with him.

Picking the book back up, he shoves it in your hands and tells you to read to him, finish what you interrupted and even though technically he’s wrong, he was fast asleep before you even laid eyes on his tempting body, you comply with shaky hands and an even shakier voice. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to focus on the words coming out of your mouth but it’s kind of hard when Miguel’s hands are gripping your hips so tight and he feels so sweet inside of you it tastes bitter.

You barely get through the paragraph before he starts shallowly thrusting up into you, waiting to see how long it takes before you give up trying to think with how heavy his cock feels inside your dripping core, your walls fluttering as you approach orgasm. As you come, the book falls from your hands to the floor, forgotten in the moment as he chases his own relief again and spills into you, again, pushing it back in, again and again and again.

It will never be enough for him, he’ll never have his fill of leaving you full of him.

Sorry does this even make sense it’s just a horny mess 😂😭🥲🫣 👁️🫦👁️

#inbox 💌 #Whitney tag #stay awake with me #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader

[koishhiteru]

Headcanons de Mati Recalt como novio ♡

౨ৎ MATÍAS RECALT como novio

warnings: ninguno, solo fluff ♡

n/a: gracias por dejar tu request! me ha encantado esa idea. espero que te guste.

𖦹 le encanta abrazarte por detrás y esconder su cara en tu cuello para dejar pequeños besitos, sobretodo cuando estás haciendo algo como fregar los platos.

𖦹 su pasatiempo favorito es dormir en tu estomago, le encanta tumbarse entre tus piernas y apoyar su cabeza en tu barriga mientras acaricias su pelo.

𖦹 matías no es bueno cocinando, aún así lo intenta por ti, aunque a veces le salgan las cosas quemadas y al final tengáis que pedir comida a domicilio.

𖦹 siempre tratará que te sientes en su regazo, ya sea en público o en privado, le encanta tenerte cerca y sentirte junto a él.

𖦹 tal y como he dicho en lo anterior, no le importa demostrar su amor por ti en público. le da igual lo que los demás piensen y quiere que todo el mundo sepa que eres suya.

𖦹 besos en el cuello, en la frente y en los labios cada vez que quiera demostrarte que te quiere.

𖦹 se pone nervioso cada vez que vais a ver a tus padres, da igual las veces que los haya visto porque siempre va a intentar causar buena impresión como si fuera la primera vez.

𖦹 no puede caminar tranquilo si no va de tu mano, eso tenlo por seguro.

𖦹 llámenme loca pero para mí que mati tiene un gran mommy kink, nada demasiado raro solo que en secreto le gusta que lo trates como a un niño de vez en cuando.

𖦹 te dedicaría canciones de cuco y tocaría canciones de soda stereo para ti con su guitarra.

𖦹 estaría encantado de adoptar un gatito contigo, e incluso te dejaría elegir a ti el nombre.

#matias recalt #matias recalt x reader #matias recalt x you #matias recalt smut #matias recalt fluff #lsdln #lsdln cast #la sociedad de la nieve #:3 #anon ask #headcanon #inbox 💌

[thevirgincherry]

ERMMM older leon having a hard time keeping up with how needy his gf is 🥸 makes her sit pretty on his lap while he works but she’s too impatient 🥸

oh em gee :33 hi cutie pie lune :3 here u go .. the convo is so long and drawn out idk wtf I’m talking ab sorry ab the lack of actual smut too

“Shit.” He’s got a habit of doing that. Doodling while on the phone. Usually it’s on the back of an empty envelope, on a torn page from your diary, anything but, like, some shitty form given out by the DSO. In your pink glitter pen too, why’s that on his desk? He sniffs it. Scented as always. Hunnigan’s gonna shove her six inch heel up his ass for this. Not that he’d mind.

“Hiiii,” you peek into his office, Miss Strawbery Glitter Pen herself, “you busy?”

“Very,” Leon clicks his tongue, tries to bite back a smile when you tiptoe past the doorway anyway, worm your way onto his lap. “You ever watched that film with the vampire?”

“Twilight?”

“What, no?” He makes a face at you.

“There’s a gazillion vampire movies, Leon.”

“True,” he kisses the side of your head, you smell like cinnamon. Must be from that new giftset he bought you. “The one where she starts bleeding ‘n shit ‘cause he didn’t invite her in.” Too convoluted.

“No? What have you been watching, freak?” So rude to him. He loves you. Pottymouth on such a cute little lady.

“Oh, y’know, this and that.” He caps the glitter pen, pops it back in the built-in holder. IKEA desks do the job well. Handy things they are. “I just wish that happened to you, so you learnt how to knock, y’know?”

“Anyway—” you start, Leon cuts you with a flick to the forehead.

“Hold it there, missy,” he knows what you’re here for, can see it in your eyes, the way you’re shifting around on purpose, trying to brush it off as readjustment.

“Leon,” you pout at him, dragging out his name in a whine, “I’ve been waitin’ allll day for you.”

“Yeah? Then you can wait a little longer.”

“But, I can’t,” you insist, grabbing his face so the tip of his nose is touching yours, “this is serious, babe, I’m gonna die if you don’t put that nose on my—“

“Can’t.” Leon points at his empty flask, smiles like he’s sheepish but he’s not. He finds it funny when you get like this. Needy. Should get you spayed. “So you gotta sit still like a good girl, alright?” Just till he can get it up again.

“I hate you, I should break up with you forever,” there’s a break in your voice, your hips rolling forward, he feels the pure heat of your sticky core. Just can’t help yourself. “I should… any normal guy wouldn’t let me out of bed.” You’re panting in his face like a pup, he places his hand on the back of your head, pushes it to rest on his shoulder. Lets you get on with it.

#inbox 💌 #🪷.shorts

[emjiroki]

putting in a request for needy dom!yuta 🥺 obsessed w ur workkkkk

Thank you lovely!

needy dom! Yuuta?! yes please!!!

Warnings: overstimulation, squirting

"Come on baby girl, just one more, take a deep breath for me" Yuuta pleaded sweetly, his tone the complete opposite of his fingers hammering into you and dragging you closer to your orgasm. The fifth one you've had since he got you home from the party. Your breath was shaky as a moan warbled off your tongue, fire licking at your spine as your cunt leaked messily on his fingers.

"That's my good girl," He praised, wanting more than anything to lean up and kiss your overstimulated tears from your cheeks. But bringing you to your end again was more important.

The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers would have been embarrassing had your brain not been foggy with his warm touch and his low voice praising you.

"Y-Yuuta- Can't-"

"You can, I know you can, just one more for me and then I'll fuck you until the sunrises" He promised, kissing against the side of your knee, "Wanna feel you milk my cock dry". Those low murmured words were you're undoing, his name leaving your lips on a sharp cry as you felt yourself squirt against his hand, drenching him down to his forearm.

"Look at that, such a pretty little pussy" Yuuta groaned, finally pulling his fingers away, his pink tongue coming out to lick your release dripping down his arm before offering his fingers to you, smearing across your lips. "taste yourself". You obediently sucked his fingers in, the tangy taste of your slick blooming across your tongue as you looked up at him with watery eyes, choking a little as he pressed against your tongue and pushed until his knuckles were at your lips. His cock was aching as he fisted himself, the usual delicate pink color turned an aggressive red as the tip leaked pearly fluid.

Yuuta leaned down to press a soft kiss against the apple of your cheek, murmuring about how good you've been for him, how much he loved you before moving you down a little from the pillows and pressing your knees up to your shoulders.

"We've got three hours till morning, let's see how messy we can make these sheets"

#JESUS HES GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu smut #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk smut #em writes ✍ #em talks 👄 #inbox 💌

[bonnibuckets]

Omg hii! Can i pretty please request a reader x neteyam blurb where neteyam understands firsthand about warriorreader! protectiveness to put herself first in battle, but when she actually gets hurt he begs her not to do that again because he doesn’t want to lose her? You can do this if you want, but I would appreciate if you did 🤩

Please mind my grammer mistakes, its 3 am and I’m snoozing on and off 😅

-🐬 anon

warrior | neteyam

yes 🐬 anon i love the way you think

You were a fierce warrior and a well-respected one at that— even for your young age. You always were on the front lines because you proved yourself to be worthy enough. You protected your clan with pride and you took honor in your accomplishments— not cocky but you knew you were excellent.

Your close friend neteyam didn’t appreciate your skills as much— he liked that you knew how to take care of yourself. It was just the fear of losing you that always overtook his body whenever you set out on raids, he’d pray to eywa to bring you back to him safely. He’d also beg his father to not let you go but jake would always say ‘she’s my strongest warrior i cannot just leave her out i need her’ ‘well so do i!” he’d argue.

You always promised to make it back safely and you prayed to eywa as well to take care of you and let your aim be pure, but this time was different.

“Promise teyam’ okay” you smiled wrapping your pinky with his “you better be safe i’ll be above watching so no funny business,” he said pointing semi-seriously but then broke into a smile. “Yes sir” you laughed before getting ready to go to a raid— adorned with white paint and your bow you set out with jake and others. You flew on your ikran and waited on jake’s count watching the sky people’s metal bug. Then it blew up and jake sent y’all in, you flew low and heard neteyam in your ear “all good up here” you held the piece “for now keep an eye out who knows how long we got until sky people show up” you said watching carefully.

“Grab everything you can quickly!” jake yelled as he handed them guns and other sky people's stuff. You cursed as you saw the sky people’s metal bird “get down!” you yelled as it shot open fire. You hissed and got on your ikran and flew up and drew your bow, you dodged and weaved many bullets before shooting the pilot and sending them crashing— you yelled in victory. Then another one came crashing down and sent navi flying and you immediately went down to help.

Dismounting you helped dig others out from the rubble and handed them off to other abled bodies. You ran around yelling to see if anyone else was there then you saw lo’ak and neteyam and you felt your body heat up— you couldn’t believe they were that stupid. “skxawngs!” you hissed running towards them as things were still exploding and getting shot at. They looked at you and their ears pinned back “what in the name of eywa are you doing?!” you yelled “go get out of here you could get hurt!” you pushed them towards their ikrans.

“That’s not fair we want to help!” lo’ak protested “please let’s go we have what we need” neteyam pleaded to you. He wanted you to leave as soon as possible— “no! i have to make sure all the wounded are—” you were cut off by a searing pain in your shoulder. You screamed out and toppled over as neteyam caught you— you were hit.

—

Afterward, you were safely brought back and everyone settled down from the raid. You groaned as neteyam talked your ears off as kiri patches you up. “See! you got hurt!” “only because i was scolding you and your brother’s skxawng asses!” “oh so it’s our fault?!” he bickered “no neteyam! i’m saying you were reckless!” “so were you, you’re always reckless!” — this went back and forth before kiri yelled “stop it! okay? oh my goodness just be quiet and talk normally” kiri groaned before leaving.

You pouted and turned away “i know i’m right teyam’” “like hell,” he said crossing his arms. You sighed and rolled your eyes deciding to be the bigger person “i’m sorry okay” neteyam looked at you confused. “I’m sorry i yelled at you like that— i just worry about you and i got scared seeing you out there and i don't know what i’d do if” your voice hitched as tears filled your eyes as you thought about what only comes in your nightmares. “Hey, i’m sorry too okay how do you think i feel every time you leave huh? the exact same way, i fear losing you every day— you’re too important” he said as his voice got shaky.

You got up and hissed as the pain took over but you pushed through and cupped his face “i’m not going anywhere anytime soon, it’ll take a lot more than a stupid sky person to take me down” you smiled as tears rolled down your face and neteyam held your hand and laughed too as tears fell down his face. “Just don’t do that ever again please okay pinky promise?” “pinky promise.”

a/n: it’s hot asf i had to turn on my ceiling fan and change clothes to get comfortable 😭

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